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     Chapter 9
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     Joe woke Sunday morning in Linda's arms.  He carefully
untangled himself, taking care not to wake her.  He pulled the
sheet away, but was no longer surprised by his appearance.  He was
getting used to the way he felt, too.  He gazed at his body, and
contemplated the way it looked.  He was always amazed at how some
women's breasts seemed to flatten, almost disappear, when they lay
on their backs.  Now, as he looked at himself, he observed that his
own chest seemed flatter too.  It was still hairless, and the
larger areolas affirmed that he still looked feminine.  He touched
them, feeling the now familiar softness.  No, they were not getting
smaller, and he was entering his third day as a woman.  The third
day.  How many more would he have to endure?  Would he ever be back
to normal?  The question began to haunt him again.  He could hardly
wait for Dan to call.  Dan McQuire was Jay's friend, and Dan was
going to help him with the reason why his body had somehow become
female, apparently overnight.

     Changed to female...  He was starting to accept it.  At first,
he reacted by denial, he was not really a woman, no matter what his
body looked like.  Yesterday, when he had seen what he looked like,
all over, he began to realize the situation he was actually in.
His engineer's mind, trained to trust the facts and to keep an open
mind, was now fighting with the obvious fact that his body was no
longer masculine, and no matter what he thought, or what he said,
people now reacted differently to him.  He would have to relate
differently to them, too.  That included his friends.  Friends both
male and female.  That included Linda, too.

     Linda.  He thought about her.  She was unusually understanding
and tolerant of his strange problem.  Sometimes, she almost seemed
amused to watch his reactions, and the way he handled the differ-
ences.  He could not complain about her help or understanding.  He
really could not understand why she was so understanding.  In fact,
it almost seemed like she enjoyed his predicament.  He knew he
loved her, and that she loved him, but now.  What about now?  How
should he feel about her?  He felt the same as before, as when he
was male, and she was his fiance.  That would probably have to
change.

     Even if something could be done for him, and he could become
male again, even if not a completely functioning male, it was
unlikely they could, or would, continue as before.  Hell, they had
even made Lesbian love together.  At least it was like Lesbian
love.  He did not consider himself homosexual, but if he was now
female, then he must be, since he still loved women, loved to be
around them, and loved to look at them, and touch them.  Just like
before.  Just like a man.  Even his own body now turned him on
sometimes, but then, why not?  The change had transformed his body
into a quite attractive, female form.

     Joe got up, and went to the bathroom.  As he sat there, he
noticed the hand mirror lying on the sink.  He took it, and after
he finished relieving himself, he stood, and raised his leg on the
closed lid of the toilet.  He positioned the mirror to get another
look at that new genitalia.  He could hardly resist looking at
himself.

     It was so different.  It was like looking at someone else, but
there was no doubt that the image in the mirror was the reflection
of his own body.  Truth be known, he even sort of liked the way he
now looked, but he knew he would have problems if he tried to
forget his past, and resume his life with this new body.  He could
not expect everybody to suddenly accept him as a girl.  He did not
think he could accept it himself.  He had thirty years of experi-
ence being a boy and a man.  He did not even know how to act like
a woman.  He did not want to be treated like a woman either.  He
was a man.  He knew how to be a man.  He liked to be treated like
a man.  He wished, with all his heart, he could look like a man
again.  It would make everything so much easier.

     Disgusted, Joe put the hand mirror down, and looked into the
mirror over the sink.  He saw himself, his almost familiar face,
and his new body.  He turned to the side, looking at his profile in
the mirror.  His new shape would be a problem if he was to become
a man again.  He looked at his shoulders.  They were not as wide as
before, but might possibly pass for a man.  He looked at his waist
and hips.  His waist was much smaller, and his tummy flatter.  That
could easily change.  His hips.  He put his hands on his hips, and
ran them up and down, following the shape.  Maybe they were not
much different from before.  Maybe he was just smaller everywhere
else.

     He turned and examined his butt.  Now that sure did not look
like it did before.  It was softer and rounder, and completely
hairless.  He rubbed it with both hands, feeling the softness.  It
was nice.  Maybe his best female attribute.  He turned back, and
faced the mirror.  Yea, his butt was his best feature.  He examined
his breasts.  They were pretty good too.  They were firm, and
nicely shaped, but were, just maybe, a bit small for his body,
since he was somewhat tall for a woman.  He had been almost six
feet tall, but now he measured about five eight or so, and he was
thin, noticeably thinner than Linda, which made him look even
taller.  It might be difficult to pass as a man, but not impossi-
ble, if that's what he decided to do.

     Joe went back to the bedroom, and sat on the bed next to
Linda.  She was awake and turned to face him.

     "What's up for today?" she asked.

     "I don't know," Joe said.  "I hope I get a call from Dan, but
I doubt he works on Sunday."

     "Yeah, I'm sure you want to know what's going on, as soon as
you can," Linda said, smiling sweetly at Joe, "but I doubt that
anybody is working around the clock on your problem."

     "Mind if I take a shower?" Joe asked.

     "No, please do," Linda quipped.

     Joe looked at her, and stuck his underarm up to his nose.  He
smelled different, even to his own nose.  Like a woman.

     "I'm only teasing, Joe," Linda said.

     Joe did not say anything, but went into the bathroom and
turned on the shower.  He looked through Linda's drawers until he
found a razor and some shave cream, and took them into the shower
with him.  He carefully adjusted the water temperature, and then
wet his body down.  He took the shaving cream and applied some
under his arms.  He then took the razor and shaved himself smooth.
His underarms felt real good without the soft stubble, which did
not feel at all like the stubble he used to get on his face.  He
touched his face, and felt a softness unlike any time as a male,
even immediately after shaving.

     He put some shave cream on his legs, one at a time, and
carefully shaved them, feeling them for stubble, and removing it
with the razor.  His legs felt great after shaving, too.  He felt
his bikini line, as Linda called it.  He carefully applied shaving
cream there.  He carefully used the blade to keep the outline of
his pubic patch a narrow triangle as Linda had done for him on
Saturday.

     When Joe finished shaving, he rinsed off, and soaped himself
all over with the bath soap Linda used.  He loved the way his body
now felt, and enjoyed the sensations when he caressed his body.  He
never felt like this when he had a male body.  He wondered if the
feeling would go away when the doctors changed him back, if they
could.  "Probably would," he decided.

     Joe rinsed, dried off, and went back into the bedroom.  He
found the underwear they bought yesterday.  He looked, and realized
that he only had fresh panties, no clean bra.  His other clothes
were still over at his apartment.  Linda saw his problem, and went
to her lingerie drawer, and tossed him one of her bras, just like
the one he wore yesterday.  He took it, and then decided not to
wear it, but put his old one back on.  He was getting accustomed to
wearing a bra, and even liked the more secure feeling he had when
he did.  Besides, his breasts seemed to bounce around embarrassing-
ly when he did not.

     Joe found the white shorts and the other new top, and put them
on.  He was hunting around the side of the bed for his socks when
Linda went into the bathroom.  She closed the door, but Joe could
hear her pee, and then turn on the shower.  He finished dressing,
and went out into the hallway.  As he passed the open door to the
hall bath, he noticed that Jay's swim trunks were still hanging in
the shower.  He walked into the bathroom, and picked them up.  They
seemed very large.  Before, he was slightly bigger than Jay, but
now, holding his trunks, Jay seemed huge.  They were dry, and Joe
held them up to his waist.  No, they would not fit.

     He held open the waistband and looked inside.  His groin
muscles tensed slightly when he saw the mesh pouch designed for
male organs.  It seemed strange now.  It had only been a few days
but he was already used to the contours, the sleek fit of feminine
attire.  This men's stuff, huge and baggy, already seemed alien to
him.  It was weird.  He put the trunks back, and wondered about it.

     Joe went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, found some orange
juice, and took it out.  He went to the cabinet, and found a large
glass and filled it with juice.  He took the glass and went to the
breakfast area.  He was looking through yesterday's paper when
Linda came into the room.

     "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked.

     "No, thanks, I usually don't eat breakfast," Joe said.

     "Well, I'm going to have a bowl of corn flakes if you don't
mind," Linda said.

     "Not at all," Joe replied.

     "I think I'll go over to my place for a while," Joe said.
"I'll wash some things, and straighten the place up."

     "Joe, can we talk?" Linda asked.

     "Sure, absolutely," Joe returned.  "What about?"

     "Joe, You have some real problems...  changes facing you in
the next few days or weeks, or maybe even months," Linda went on.
"Whatever happens to you, you're going to need some help.  Even if
you can change back, I doubt that it can happen overnight, and
you'll need someone to take care of you.  If you can't be changed
back, you'll need even more help adapting to the changes in your
life.  You're doing quite well, but I can see you'd need a woman to
guide you along.  I love you.  I love you as a woman loves a man,
and even if you must remain a woman, I'll still love you.  Don't
ask me what that means...  What that makes me, because I don't
know, and I don't care.  Whatever you are, or whatever you become,
I want to help you.  I'll be your girlfriend, lover, fiance, or
just your best friend.  Whatever you want.  Just don't drive me
away, whatever you decide to do." She had tears in her eyes.

     "While you live as a woman, why don't you move here...  with
me?" Linda asked.  "I have plenty of room, I can teach you the
things you need to know, and you won't get stares from your
neighbors if you stay here."

     "I don't have any problem with staying here" Joe said.  "I
still think of you as my fiance, but I don't know what we can ever
do about that."

     "You deserve more of a man than what I can ever be again," Joe
continued.

     "Don't worry about your damned manhood," Linda said, showing
an uncharacteristic irritation.  "That's not as important to me as
you seem to think."

     "Okay, I'll move over here, but I'll keep my apartment, at
least for a while," Joe said.  "I like it over there, and you may
change your mind when we find what's in store for me."

     "I'm going to drive over there, and clean up," Joe said.  "Do
you want to come along?"

     "Maybe later," Linda said.  "I better work on some papers
today."

     "See you in a little while," Joe said, and went into the
bedroom.

     Joe found his wallet in the jumpsuit.  He took some money,
credit cards, and his drivers license.  His shorts had only very
small pockets, too small for credit cards.  His top had no pockets
at all.  He did not know what to do, but then he had an idea.  He
pulled the loose top up, above his bra.  He slid the license and
credit cards into his bra, between his breasts.  He pulled his top
down, and looked in the mirror.  He felt his breasts, and could
feel the cards, but he could not see them.  They fit ok there, but
would be difficult to retrieve if he needed them.  "Tough," he
thought.  "A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

     With his key ring in his hand, Joe went out the patio door, to
get to his car.  He opened it, buckled up, and started the engine.
He went down the drive, and carefully drove over to his apartment.
It would really be hard to explain to an officer, after getting his
license from his bra, why although he was obviously a woman, he had
male on his license.  No, he must be careful.

     Joe entered his apartment, and looked around the familiar
surroundings.  He had lived here since he came to town, and liked
it here.  He did not know his neighbors, and there was a good
turnover in neighbors anyway, but every one was friendly, and there
was no crime in the area.

     He went to his bedroom.  He was surprised at the smell.  It
was obviously a guys room.  He had not even noticed it before.
Maybe his nose was more sensitive now, or maybe he was just used to
the scents of Linda's room.  He took a whiff of his clothes.  He
did not smell like that now, at least.  Did he even smell like a
girl now?  Probably did, he considered.  He probably did not smell
like a man, at least.

     Joe went around retrieving his dirty clothes, some under the
bed, others in the hamper, and even a dirty shirt in the kitchen.
He sorted the clothes and threw a load in the washer.  As he was
tossing one of his shirts, he took it, and held it to his nose.  He
could smell his old familiar sweaty smell.  It made him feel
strange now.  It was the scent of a male, and he was beginning to
become accustomed to the sensations, and maybe, the urges, of being
a woman.  Even his own man smell was now slightly arousing to him.
What was happening to him?  He did not even like to think about it.

     After he got the washer going, he went back into the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator, and took out a can of beer.  He was
thirsty, and it was all he had in the house.  He took the beer and
went to the couch.  He looked through his magazines on the coffee
table.  Flying, Car and Driver, PC Magazine, and Playboy.  The
latest issues.  He had only quickly glanced at the Playboy since it
arrived, so he selected it.  He thumbed through it, and as usual,
stopped at the centerfold.  He looked at the pictures of the young
woman in the magazine.  She was maybe mid-twenties, and beautiful.
Joe looked at her, and felt the same excitement as always.  As he
looked, and imagined being in bed with her, he remembered the irony
of his situation.  The girl in the pictures could now be him.  He
put the magazine down.  It would take time to get used to the
different point of view.

     Joe finished his wash, and cleaned the place up a little.
After all his male clothes were washed and dried, he hung them in
the closet.  He wondered what he would do with all this stuff.
Most of it would not fit him anymore, no matter what sex he was, or
would become.  Maybe Jay could use some of them.  It was a problem
for another day.

     He gathered up his female clothes, and then went into his
bathroom.  He took his shaving kit, his deodorant, and his new bath
powder.  He selected his biggest and best bath towels, and took
them also.

     It took a few trips to his car to get all the stuff loaded.
When he had it all, he locked up his apartment, and drove back to
Linda's.

     Linda was still working on her papers when he returned.  Joe
made some iced tea for both of them.  When Linda finished her
paperwork, They went out and sat by the pool the rest of the
afternoon.  That evening they went to a restaurant and then came
back to Linda's.  When they entered the house, Joe went in straight
to the bedroom.  He had decided to keep his things in the second
bedroom, which also had a bath of its own, and was quite nice, much
nicer than the bedroom of his apartment.  Joe removed his shorts,
and top, and, in his underwear, went back to Linda's bedroom.

     Linda's clothes were laying on her bed, and she was in her
bathroom.  Joe heard the toilet flush, and the shower start.  Linda
would have to go to her office in the morning.

     Joe lay down on the bed.  Soon the shower stopped, and Linda
finished in the bath.  She came out, wearing her short robe, and
sat on the bed with Joe.

     "Would you sleep with me?" Linda asked.

     "Try and stop me," Joe responded, taking her in his arms.

     They went to sleep, caressing each other, and enjoying each
other's company.

     Morning came quickly, and the clock radio on Linda's night
stand began to blast out in song.  Joe woke, and looked at the
digital readout.  Seven A.M.  Already, it was time for Linda to get
up.  She had an appointment at nine.

     Linda moaned and stretched.  She got out of bed, and went into
the bath room.  She brushed her teeth, and went to work on her
makeup and hair.  Joe lay in bed, and watched her as she went
through her normal routines.  He watched as she applied the creams,
powders, eye shadows, and other stuff that women did to make
themselves presentable.  Would this be his fate too?  He remembered
the other day, when the woman at the cosmetic counter gave him a
makeover.  He looked so much different afterwards, much more
attractive, though he looked pretty good with the well-scrubbed
look too.  He touched his face with his hand.  It was so smooth,
and soft.  He closed his eyes, and tried to sleep a little while.
He would have nothing to do until he received a call, either from
Dan, or Jay.  He did not think he would be get a call from work,
since he said he would be going to the hospital for maybe a few
days.

     Linda finished in the bathroom, and came back in the bedroom.
She was wearing black panties, and camisole.  "She looks so sexy,"
Joe thought.  She went into her closet, and brought out a gray wool
suit.  Joe watched as she selected black hose, not pantyhose, but
the kind that stay up by themselves, without garters.  She put them
on and when she stood, she saw Joe was observing her.  She smiled,
a little embarrassed to be watched so intently while she dressed.

     "Is something wrong?" she asked.

     "Absolutely not," Joe replied.  "I was just watching you,
thinking about how sexy you look, and about the things women wear
under their clothes, even to work.  It seems it would make you
excited, just thinking about what you have on beneath that
business-like, gray exterior."

     Linda looked at Joe with a devilish grin, and winked.  "Maybe
it does," she said.  "I guess it's one of the advantages of being
a woman.  Why don't you try it, while you can?"

     "Nope, I wore a skirt the first day, and I don't know what was
more difficult, that or the heels," Joe countered.  "It may look
great, but I know now it don't feel like it looks."

     "Well, it gets easier when you get used to it, but you're
right, it doesn't feel as good as it looks," Linda agreed.

     Linda finished dressing, and went out into the kitchen to make
some breakfast.  Joe got out of bed, and went across the hall to
his bedroom.  He opened the top drawer of his dresser, and looked
inside.  Yesterday he had put his underwear there, and now he
looked at the selection of panties, bras, and pantyhose.  His
things looked strange to him, there in the drawer by itself,
without any of his familiar men's underwear for company.  It sort
of made his situation seem more permanent, but for now, it was
probably for the best.  He selected the white cotton bra he
bought the first day.  It was the first one he had worn.  He picked
some beige nylon undies, and went into his bathroom.  This bath had
a shower, and a sink with a large mirror.  He decided he did not
need a shower, and just brushed his teeth.  He had not put his
underwear on, and the jiggle of his braless chest as he brushed his
teeth caught his eye.  "Never a dull moment," he thought.

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