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                            Chapter 11
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     When Joe followed Karen out of Dr. Krell's office, he saw Mike
and Dave waiting outside for their turn to talk to the doctor.
Mike Osborn looked very uncomfortable next to his rotund partner.
Joe greeted them, and asked what they had been up to.

     "Well, I've had blood drawn, they even took hair samples, and
they gave me a CAT scan," Mike replied.  Dave was cordial, but did
not add to the conversation.  Joe told them Jim Matheney would be
there at two o'clock, and that he would see them in a little while.
Then he followed Karen down the hall to leave the building.  They
went out to the employee parking garage, where Karen's car was
parked.  She walked up to a glistening white Toyota Supra, with
expensive alloy wheels and very wide tires.

     "I'm crazy about cars," Karen said, grinning as she buckled
in.  "Maybe I'm a woman, but I still love a good handling sports
car."

     "Me, too," Joe said.  "I have an RX-7 GXL, and I love it."

     Karen's Supra ran great, and she knew how to drive, making the
short trip to Wendy's a brisk experience.  "She drives like I do,"
Joe thought, grinning as he watched her go through the gears, her
white uniform skirt hiked well above her knees, exposing more of
her long, white, hose covered legs than most women would allow.
Karen saw Joe looking at her legs, and pulled the skirt down to a
more demure position.

     "I know I should be more careful about that," she said,
looking at Joe with a devilish grin.  "It's been about two years
now, and I just love it, but I don't always remember to sit like a
lady."

     They pulled into the Wendy's lot, and parked the car in the
back, so that the car would be less likely to be subjected to door
dings.  They walked inside, and looked at the menu board.

     "I come here a lot, cause it's close, it's cheap, and I like
the salad bar," Karen said.  "In the last year, I have really had
to watch what I eat, since it all seems to go to my butt, and I
absolutely don't want to be a fat broad."  She was grinning widely.
Karen sure seemed happy to be a female.

     They ordered.  Karen ordered the salad bar.  Joe, deciding
that he might as well try to get used to the bird-like portions
that women seemed to eat, did the same.  They took their plates,
filled them, and sat across from each other at a little table.
Joe was dying to ask Karen some questions about herself.

     "Dr. Krell told me a little about you," he said, not really
knowing how to start the conversation, and not really sure if Karen
would even want to talk about her transfiguration.

     "I figured he might," she said, with a smile.  "He's a great
doctor, and I know he's as proud of how I've turned out as I am."

     "So you really were a guy then?" Dave asked with a trace of
skepticism.

     "Well, I was married to a very nice woman for about a year,
and we even had a child together," Karen said.  "I tried to be a
guy, and I suppose I was one physically, but I've always felt I was
really a female as long as I can remember.  I never felt right
acting like a man, but since I looked like one, I did all the guy
things, and I even enjoyed a lot of them.  I still like to do some
of them.  Cars and computers don't seem to care of you're an innie
or an outie."  The grin never left her face as she spoke.

     "Well, you sure fooled me," Joe said.  "I never would have
guessed that you were an outie."  Dr. Krell was right, he and Karen
were a lot alike.

     "Joe, hormones and Dr. Krell's magic worked so well that even
I sometimes forget that I used to look a lot different than I do
now," she said proudly.  "For a while, after my surgery, just
looking in the mirror was one of my favorite pastimes.  I couldn't
imagine I would ever look like this.  It's like a dream come true."

     "I'm still in the looking in the mirror phase," Joe said.  "Of
course, it's hardly a dream come true for me, but it is interest-
ing, and I guess I'd better try to get used to it."

     "You're certainly attractive, Joe," Karen said, "and you have
a big advantage over me, since you've even changed biologically.
You probably won't have to worry about hormones, or anything like
that.  Dr. Hopkins thinks you can even menstruate.  I wish I could.
A lot of women think of it as an inconvenience, but it's a
significant part of being female.  You can probably have children
someday.  That's impossible for me now, of course."  Her grin
subsided for the first time, but only for a moment.

     "I don't think that I'll ever have children," Joe said.  "Not
if it meant having sex with a man."

     "It's not that bad," Karen said, grinning at Joe.  "You
quickly get used to the differences."

     "Have you slept with a guy?" Joe asked.  Joe didn't feel
strange, asking Karen such personal questions, since they thought
so much alike.

     "Yeah, I have.  A few times now," Karen answered simply.

     "Did you like it?" Joe asked.  He was curious about what it felt
like, and wondered if he could ever get up the nerve to try it.

     "Well, I was sort of like you," Karen explained.  "I never
thought I'd ever want to get intimate with a male.  I knew them too
well.  I liked being around women.  They were so soft, smelled so
nice, and wore such sexy clothes.  I didn't want anything to do
with my old world, but after about a year, it sort of just
happened.  I didn't plan it, or anything.  I met this guy at an
auto-cross, a student pilot from Williams Air Force Base.  He was
racing his car, an '86 Corvette.  We started talking about cars,
and he asked me to dinner.  I had never gone on a date with a guy
before, or anything like that, but almost before I realized it, we
were in bed together.  You know how pilots are." Karen grinned, and
winked at Joe.

     "What was it like?  Was it better than when you were married?"
Joe asked.  He felt like an anxious teenager, questioning a more
experienced peer.

     "Gee, it's hard to compare," Karen answered.  "I never felt
comfortable having sex as a male.  It did feel good when I'd
ejaculate though.  I guess I do miss that, in a way."  Karen seemed
to stare into space as she spoke.

     "Don't you climax?" Joe asked.  He was thinking about his
recent experiences with Linda.  He never missed the ability to
ejaculate.  He really wasn't even sure he had lost it, he got so
wet, and his climax was so powerful.

     "Well, to be honest, Joe," Karen said, "as far as I can tell,
I look exactly like a normal woman.  My breasts developed, my body
has changed so much that even my weight distribution has shifted to
be more like a female.  I think you know what I mean.  My body...
My genitalia are completely functional.  I can have intercourse,
but the sensation is not all that great.  It feels sort of numb.
Oh, I guess it's getting better, I could hardly feel anything at
all, for almost the first year, but it's got better.  It's still
getting better, I guess, but I've never been able to come since my
surgery.  I don't regret the change, and I would never want to go
back, even if I could.  Intercourse isn't that big a deal for me.
I can live with it, or without it.  I like the closeness.  I love
to cuddle."  Karen tried to explain her feelings to Joe, who
listened intently to every word.

     "Gee, I don't think I have any problem with feelings, or
sensation," Joe said.  "Actually I think I have even more feeling
than before.  My whole body seems much more sensitive.  It even
feels like I still have a penis.  It's just kind of recessed now,
and I think I can get off, just by having my boobs touched in the
right way."

     "Yeah, mine are sensitive too," Karen said.  "At first, after
I started on hormones, when they were just starting to develop,
they were way too sensitive and they hurt all the time, but after
the surgery, they really grew, and yeah, I guess they're my most
sensitive area.  Sounds like you've been trying out the new
equipment."  She chuckled.

     "Well... I have this girlfriend, my fiance actually," Joe
said, "or at least she was.... If I'm gonna stay like this, I guess
I have to stop thinking of her like that.  Anyway, Linda and I have
continued sleeping together since this has happened to me.  It's
been an experience."

     "When I first started down this path, I only wanted to be
around girls, women, too," Karen admitted, "but as time went on,
and I got used to the new ME, I've been more willing to experiment,
to see what it's all about.  Joe, I'm... We're women now, and
there's nothing wrong with us experiencing ALL the pleasures of
being female.  God knows, there's enough pain."

     "Speaking of pain, I have to go to the bathroom," Joe said,
grinning at Karen.  "I just know that my sore bottom isn't going to
like it."

     Joe got up, and excused himself.  He walked down the short
hall, and almost entered the men's restroom, catching himself as he
put his hand on the doorknob.  He walked on to the ladies, feeling
like an invader as he did so.  In all his experiences so far, he
had not been into a public women's restroom.  This would be the
first time.

     Joe opened the door.  As he went in, he noticed that the room
had a small, padded couch to sit on.  There were no urinals along
the wall.  He very self consciously went to one of the stalls, and
closed the door.  Joe unzipped the blue jump suit, and pulled it
off his shoulders.  "Before the change," he thought to himself, "I
could just stand here, whip it out, and be done with it.  Now I
have to practically undress." He took the down to around his knees.
He tucked his thumbs into the narrow waistband of the nylon
panties, and pulled them down.  As he did, he could see that the
white cotton lined crotch of his beige nylon panties were stained
with a little streak of blood.  It was not much, it did not
penetrate to the out side, but it was another reminder that he was
a lot different than he used to be.  "You really are an innie now,
Joe Bates," he thought.  He was relieved to find it did not hurt
when the urine flowed.

     He finished quickly, and found no more blood on the tissue
when he wiped.  He hurriedly pulled his clothes back on, and left
the stall.  Joe went to the sink and was washing his hands when
someone else, a teenage girl of maybe seventeen, came in and went
into a stall.  She did not even seem to notice the nervous woman at
the sink.  Joe dried his hands, and went out.

     Karen watched Joe walk back to the table.  As he sat, she
looked at him with that perpetual grin she had.

     "Joe, it must be ninety degrees outside.  Why in the world are
you wearing that long sleeve jumpsuit?  Aren't you hot?" Karen
questioned.

     "Yeah I guess I am a little," he said.  "I just feel better,
more secure with this on."

     "Well, girl," Karen replied, "if you're going to be one of us,
you're going to have to get used to dressing lighter.  If I wasn't
working, I'd be wearing cutoffs and a tank top.  We're going to
have to get you some proper clothes, if you're going to make a go
of it."

     "I have other clothes," Joe said, grinning.  "Linda helped me
pick some out.  I'm just not used to wearing that skimpy stuff
yet."

     "I saw what you look like under that coverall, and you haven't
got anything to be ashamed of," Karen went on.  "If you got it,
flaunt it a little."

     "I'm still getting used just to having it.  I don't think I'm
quite ready to flaunt it yet," Joe countered, smiling.

     "It's about twelve forty-five," Karen said.  "You don't need
to be back for about thirty to forty-five minutes.  Anything you
want to do?"

     "I don't have anything in mind.  Do you?" Joe asked, wondering
what the tall blond was thinking.

     "I thought we might go over to Dillard's, and find you some
summer clothes," Karen said.

     "I have stuff at home," Joe said.  "It's only about ten
minutes away, if you want to take me.  It's Linda's house, but she
won't home till about three or four."

     "I've got some time to kill, and I'd just as well not rush
back to work," Karen said, getting up.  She walked out, and Joe
followed her out, telling her the way to Linda's.  She listened,
and repeated his instructions back after he gave them, almost like
a pilot's read back of his clearance.

     "You read that back like an IFR clearance," Joe said, figuring
that the term would not be understood by the tall nurse.

     "I used to be in the Air Force," Karen replied.  "I guess I
still have some old habits left."

     "You were a pilot in the Air Force?" Joe was impressed.

     "No, not a rated pilot," Karen answered.  "I was a flight
simulation specialist.  I did learn to fly instruments, and get my
private while I was in, though."

     "Where were you stationed?" Joe asked.  "I was in the Air
Force too."

     "I'm originally from Tulsa," Karen said.  "I went to school at
Chanute Air Force Base, in Illinois.  From there, I was assigned to
Davis-Monthan, in Tucson.  That's how I ended up here in the
Phoenix area.  I went to school at University of Arizona while I
was in, and for a year after I got out.  While I was at D-M, my
mother died.  My dad died when I was a little kid.  I was kind
broken up about it, and went into a kind of depression.  I guess I
always had a problem with my gender, but it really came to the
surface after my mom died.  I decided I would look into what I
could do about it.  That was not too long after this male ophthal-
mologist, Richard Raskin, decided to have gender reassignment
surgery, and became Rene' Richards.  You may have heard of him, or
her, she also was in the news as a tennis player for a while.
Anyway, I took pre-med courses at UA, and spent most of my spare
time studying about transsexualism.  I met Dr. Krell some time
later, and this is how I've turned out.  I'm a licensed RN, but now
I've got about six years of schooling behind me.  I guess, if I got
my act together, I should become a doctor.  My family was well off,
and I don't need to work.  I've just been working for Dr. Hopkins
because I find it interesting."

     They pulled up Linda's drive, and parked on the side, near the
entrance to the pool.  Joe got out, and Karen followed.  "Nice
place," Karen said.  "This is your girlfriend's house?"

     "Yeah, she's in real estate, and she got a good deal on this
place," Joe explained.

     Joe went to the door, and opened it.  They went inside, and
Joe went straight to his room.  Karen followed closely behind him.
He went in and went to his closet, and turned on the light.  His
few items of women's clothing hung on hangers in the large closet.

     "This is what I've got, so far," Joe said.  "It isn't a lot,
and if I'm gonna stay this way I guess I'll have to get some more.
I had been hoping that they'd have something that could change me
back."

     "Nope, there's no magic pill.  I'll attest to that," Karen
said.  "Let's see... How about this?  It would look great on you."
She picked out the little top with the balloons, the one that Linda
had picked out for him.

     "Yeah, I've worn that once already.  I guess it's okay, but I
always feel like I'm hanging out of the big armholes," Joe
complained.

     "Ridiculous.  I'm sure you look great in it.  Get that hot
coverall off, and put this on.  What do you have to wear with it?"
Karen asked.

     "I've got some shorts.  I don't have any longer pants, yet,"
Joe said.

     "Get the shorts," Karen ordered.

     Joe went out into the bedroom, went to his dresser, and found
the white and the blue shorts.  He had just put them there that
morning.  He placed them both on the bed and sat on the side,
taking his Reeboks off.  He pulled the jumpsuit off and lay it on
the bed.  He stood there, in his underwear, waiting for Karen to
bring him the little tank top.  She came out of the closet, and
looked at Joe.

     "My God, you're beautiful," she said as she looked at him,
"and you just woke up the other day, looking like that?"

     "Yeah, I guess that's about it," Joe said.  "I haven't any
idea what has caused it.  That's what I'm trying to find out.
Something apparently happened to me, Dave, and Mike, while we were
flying.  We all have similar symptoms."

     "Gee, I wish I could have made the change that easy," Karen
said with a grin.  "Maybe we should go flying together."  She gave
Joe the top, and he slipped it over his head.  He looked at her and
showed her the way his bra peeked out the large arm openings.

     "Aww, Don't be so paranoid," Karen said.  "It's not that
noticeable.  You can't really see anything.  Guys will think it's
sexy, and women either won't notice, or won't care."

     Joe decided Karen must be right.  Linda had basically said the
same thing, so it must be true.  He grabbed the blue shorts that
Karen handed him, and slipped them on.  It was more comfortable out
of the warm, but wonderfully concealing, jumpsuit.

     "I guess we had better be getting back," Joe said, looking at his
alarm clock by the bed.

     "Give me a minute, I need to use your bathroom before we go
back," Karen said.

     Joe pointed to the door to the attached bath.  He sat on the
bed and waited for Karen.  As he did, he thought about his tall new
friend.

     They were so alike, and yet, so different.  They had both
started out in life as males, and even had relationships with
women.  Now they were both learning to live as women.  Karen was
much further along, having been living like this for almost three
years.  Joe had only four days behind him, and Karen WANTED to be
this way.  He was not a volunteer, but now they were both in
similar situations.  They had almost identical interests, and
seemed to get along very well.  He was glad to have found her when
he did.  Karen might be a good person to have around when learning
to cope with the things he would probably need to learn in the next
few months, but what would Linda think of Karen, or how would she
feel about him having another female friend?  Joe was pulled away
from his thoughts by the sound of the toilet flushing.

     "Okay, now I'm ready," Karen said, as she reentered the
bedroom.

     Joe got up, and arranged his credit cards and ID in the tiny
pockets of the blue shorts.  He would have to do something about
where to put this stuff, if he was not going to carry a purse.
Karen saw what he was doing, and laughed.

     "I still have the same problem," she admitted.  "I just can't
get used to the idea of carrying a purse around all the time, but
there just aren't enough pockets in women's clothes.  Luckily,
these uniforms have pretty large pockets," She pulled a few
dollars, and her hospital ID, out of a pocket of her white uniform
dress to demonstrate.

     Joe went out, and locked the door.  Karen looked at the pool
area.  "Linda sure has a nice place here," she said.  "How does she
take it, with you looking like a woman now?"

     "I don't know," Joe answered.  "She says she doesn't care what
happens.  That she wants to be with me, no matter what, but I have
always insisted to her that this was a temporary thing for me, and
that I would do all I could to get back nor mal.  If I come to her
now, and say that this is how it will be... I don't know.  I don't
know how she'll take it, and I don't know what I'll want to do...
as I get used to the idea myself, if that's possible.  It still
seems like a strange dream to me.  so far."

     The drive back to the hospital was quick, and they did not
talk much.  As they neared the parking lot, Joe started to get
apprehensive.  Although the little top and the shorts he was
wearing were much more comfortable in the heat, they were also much

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