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    Chapter 8A
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     Joe and Linda drove from the mall to Linda's house, in Joe's
RX-7.  They had the rest of Saturday afternoon with nothing special
to do, and decided to spend some time at Linda's pool.

     Linda was in the real estate business, and she did well as a
salesperson for commercial and residential property.  She worked on
commission, and during the last two years had done very well.  She
had spent some of her earnings investing in her house, which was
surprisingly large, and impressive.  She did not really need all
the room, but she had liked the place as soon as she'd seen it.

     The owner, who wanted to sell quickly, accepted her offer
immediately, and so she bought the place.  It had a large drive in
front, with the detached garages in the back.  There was a large
pool, and a gazebo which housed a Jacuzzi.  It was quite a place.
Inside, there were five bedrooms, a large family room, a big dining
room, and even a hand made room, which now only contained a Schwinn
"Air-Dyne."  The well equipped kitchen had its own eating area, and
there was even an outdoor breakfast area.  At least, that's what
she called it.  The house was really much too large a place for one
person, but she considered it an investment, and she loved it.  She
was still in the process of buying furniture for three of the
bedrooms.

     Joe drove up the drive, and pulled around back, parking in
front of the garage.  They got out, and Joe took the packages
containing clothes they bought.  There were a couple of tops and
shorts for him, and some underwear that they had bought on sale at
Linda's insistence.

     Linda took her key and opened the door.  They entered her
kitchen.

     "Let's take those things to the bedroom," Linda said.

     "Okay," Joe said.  "Do you have anything cold to drink?"

     "Sure, what would you like?" Linda replied.  "I've got iced
tea, three kinds of beer, and milk for you health nuts."

     "Better make it iced tea for me," Joe said.  He remembered how
the beer he drank last night made him feel.  He could hardly keep
his eyes open after drinking just one.  "I think my metabolism is
screwed up, so I better lay off the beer."

     "Your metabolism isn't screwed up," Linda kidded him.  "You're
just not used to being a woman."

     "Well, whatever it is, I can't hold it anymore," Joe lamented.

     "You shouldn't drink beer anyway if you want to keep that
figure," Linda teased.  Joe had been teasing her at the mall, about
how he had a better figure than she did.  It was true, and it
bothered her a little.

     Joe took the packages into Linda's bedroom.  He laid them on
the bed.  The clothes Linda had on when he first saw her last night
were lying on the bed too.  She had changed clothes when he picked
her up, so that she would not be overdressed compared with his blue
jumpsuit.  He decided to try on the new clothes they bought at the
mall.

     He removed the jumpsuit.  He liked wearing it because it
concealed his body better than the other things he had.  It was
just too warm, however.  He slipped it off his shoulders, and sat
on the bed.  He could feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning
on his shoulders and back as he removed his Reeboks.  He stood and
pulled his legs out of the jumpsuit.  The cool air on his sweaty
body felt great.  He looked up, and saw someone in the full length
mirror on the closet door.  He did not recognize her.  In his
mind's eye, he was still Joe Bates, one-hundred ninety-five pounds,
five-eleven, and MALE.  The person he saw looking at him in the
mirror was about five feet seven, maybe one-hundred-twenty pounds,
and FEMALE.  "She was kind of cute," Joe thought, "standing there
in those little blue panties."

     Her small but nicely formed breasts were concealed by a bra
with shiny seamless cups.  She was wearing white sweat socks, which
reminded Joe of a cheerleader he knew from his college days.  Her
hair was too short for his taste, though.  He stared at the mirror.
When he raised his hand to scratch his nose, he broke the spell.
He was the cute in the mirror.  He raised his hand and touched his
left breast.  He rubbed a finger over the slick fabric, feeling the
softness it contained.  He could feel a nipple hardening to his
touch, both with his fingers, and as a warm twinge which went from
his nipple to his crotch, which reacted by contracting in a way
that was becoming familiar to him.  It was an unusual but pleasant
sensation, and he liked it.  It was a feeling the one-hundred
ninety-five pound, five-eleven Joe Bates never knew, and could
never know.  He wondered about the old Joe.

     He WAS the old Joe, but he was beginning to have trouble
remembering what the old Joe felt like.  The old Joe was strong.
He worked out, and he had well developed biceps.  Joe touched his
arm.  It was not flabby, but it was small, and face it, it was
weak.  It did not even look like a man's arm, but then, maybe he
was not a man anymore.  Was he?

     He looked in the mirror again.  His narrow shoulders did not
look like a man's.  He looked lower.  Those little blue panties
covered hips which, though not really wide, sure did not look like
they belonged to a man, and his crotch.  The gap between his legs,
with its tiny bulge, and a little damp spot, right in the center.
No, this was not what a man looked like.  What was he then?  Was he
a real woman now?  Did he feel like a woman?  What did a woman feel
like, anyway?  No, He was still a man.  He knew what a man should
feel like.  He liked the way a man felt.  Of course, he enjoyed the
way his body felt now, too, but this was not real.  These were not
feelings a man should have, but then, it did feel good.

     "Good idea, Joe," Linda said, breaking Joe loose from his
thoughts.  "Get out of that darn hot jumpsuit."

     Joe went back over to the bed he opened a bag, and took out
two pairs of shorts.  One was white, and the other blue.  "Which
should I wear?" he asked Linda, his fashion advisor.

     "Wear the balloon tank top, with the blue shorts," Linda
recommended.  "It'll look so cute."

     "Yeah, cute," Joe said.

     Joe pulled on the blue shorts, and fastened the button at the
waist.  He zipped the zipper up and opened the boxes, looking for
the balloon top.  He found it in the second box.  He took it, and
easily pulled it over his head.  He looked down.  Across his
breasts, three hot air balloons now flew in formation among some
clouds.  It was cute all right.  He raised his hand and checked the
area under his arm.  He found he could touch the side of his bra.
He could even feel the cup.  No matter what Linda said, he still
felt like his breasts were showing through the armholes of the
little top, but Linda thought it was ok, so maybe he should forget
about it.  He looked at himself in the mirror.  The cute young
woman was looking back again, but she was even cuter now.  He
decided that if the top was all right for a real woman, he would
try it.

     "Joe, you look great," Linda said.  "If you have to be a
woman, even against your will, at least be glad that you're so
pretty."

     "Guess it would be worse if I woke up yesterday, and looked
like an ugly woman," Joe said, grinning.  "I just can't get used to
what I see when I look in the mirror."

     "I'll bet there are people who would give an arm to see what
you do when THEY look in the mirror," Linda said.

     "Is the tea ready yet?" Joe asked.  "I'm going to die of
thirst if I don't drink something soon."

     "Yeah, it's probably about brewed by now," Linda replied.  "Go
get it, and put some ice in it, will you, please?  I'm going to
change into something cooler, too."

     Joe went into the kitchen.  He walked to the counter, and took
the tea from the electric brewer.  When he stood at a counter now,
his waist did not quite reach the top.  He did not actually feel
shorter, everything else seemed bigger.  He searched the cabinets
for a pitcher.  He found one, and poured the tea in.  He then went
to the refrigerator.  Linda's refrigerator had an ice dispenser in
the door.  He took a glass, and filled it with cubed ice.  Joe
poured that into the pitcher, and repeated it until the pitcher
looked like it had enough in it.  He then filled the glass with the
cold tea, and drank it down quickly.  He got another tall glass
from the cabinet and put a little ice in it, and then filled it
with tea.  This he carried back to the bedroom.

     "Here's some tea, if you want," he told Linda.

     "Thanks, Joe," Linda replied.  "I was hoping you'd bring me
one."

     Linda was putting on her swimsuit.  It was a sleek fitting
black tank suit.  She was just stepping into it when Joe came into
the room.  She pulled the straps over her shoulders and took the
glass from Joe.

     "I have a couple of suits that you can try," Linda said after
taking a sip of tea.  "You're a little taller than I am, but I
think my two-piece suits would fit you."

     "Okay, Linda.  I'll give it a try," Joe said.  He pulled his
top over his head, and removed his shorts.

     Linda was searching through the drawers of her dresser.  She
pulled out a flowered bikini and a sort of fluorescent lime green
suit.  She arranged them on the bed for Joe to inspect.  Joe had
never seen Linda in the flowered bikini, but he had seen her in the
green suit.  The green suit was made by Body Glove, and had a
zipper in the top, between the breasts.  The top looked like it had
more coverage than the flowered suit, which just had little strings
which the cups attached to.  You had to tie the strings.  He picked
up the bottom of the lime green suit.

     "I was hoping you'd try the little bikini," Linda chided him.
"You sure would look good in it."

     "Maybe next time, Linda," Joe said with a grin.  "It looks a
little skimpy to me, and I'm pushing my limits already."

     Joe unhooked his bra, and slid his panties down his hips.  He
took the green bikini bottom, and stepped into it.  It felt very
snug, as he pulled it up his legs and over his hips.  When he felt
it was on correctly, he stepped over to the mirror.  It fit his
bottom like a second skin.  He thought he could even see the cleft
of his vulva, outlined in green lycra-spandex.  He could definitely
see his pubic hair hanging out the sides of the very narrow, "V"
cut crotch of the bikini.  Linda was inspecting him too.

     "You're going to have to trim that bikini line, Joe," Linda
decided.

     "Bikini line?" Joe asked.

     "Pull that bottom off, and come into the bathroom," Linda
ordered.

     Linda went into the bathroom, and Joe removed the tight suit
bottom.  Naked, he went into the bathroom.  Linda had a ladies'
electric razor in her hand, and turned it on when Joe entered.  It
was buzzing away softly.

     "Put your leg up on the stool here," She ordered.  "I'll show
you how to do this."

     She pushed his leg apart, exposing the bush of his pubic area.
She trimmed the soft hair away from his inner leg, almost to the
lips of his genitals.  She worked quickly, and Joe was concerned at
the speed she moved around this new, sensitive area of his body.

     "Be careful, Linda," Joe said.  "I don't want to have any less
down there than I already have."

     "I won't hurt you, Joe," Linda assured him.  "Okay, put your
other leg up." She repeated the process on his other side.  Joe
could not really see what she was doing, and craned his neck to
look.  "If you're that curious, try this," Linda said, and gave him
a hand mirror from the sink.

     Joe took the mirror, and positioned it so that he could watch
what Linda was doing.  He was also getting his first real look at
his new genitalia.  As Linda trimmed his pubic hair, Joe examined
himself intently.  Where his scrotum used to bulge, he now had soft
pink skin, divided down the center by two little darker pink folds
of tissue that joined at the top approximately where his penis had
been.  A bit of tissue, smaller than a pea, protruded slightly from
between the folds, near the top.  Linda finished, but Joe continued
looking at himself.

     Using a finger on each side, he carefully spread the folds,
exposing a moist pink slit with two openings.  The small one, he
decided, was probably his urethra.  Below that was a much larger
orifice, which he recognized as a vaginal opening.  The image in
the glass was hard evidence for what he had suspected, but hoped
was not true, but it was a fact.  He was now a woman, inside and
out.

     "Really looks different, huh?" Linda asked.

     "Yeah, really different," Joe repeated.  "I can't believe it's
me."

     "Gee, I didn't take that much off, Joe," Linda said.  "Just
enough so that you won't have to worry about showing when you wear
that suit."

     "No, that part's fine," Joe said, repositioning the mirror to
another angle.  "It's just that I've never really seen myself since
the change."

     "Oh, I didn't think about that," Linda said.  "This IS all new
to you, isn't it."

     "It's strange," Joe went on.  "I feel almost like I always
have, but when I see myself, it's just difficult to accept that I
look like this."

     "Remember that about half the people in the world look like
you do, so don't think you're so unique," Linda replied.

     "Maybe they do," Joe conceded, "but most of you were like this
from the day you were born."

     Linda put the shaver into the drawer.  Joe looked up from the
mirror.  He saw Linda watching.  She was smiling at him, sort of
the way a big sister might look at her little one.  He smiled back
at her, and handed her the mirror.

     "Okay, I've seen enough for now, I guess," Joe said, rubbing
the new slickness of his pubic area.  His bush was now a very
narrow triangle, just like Linda's.  He had not realized she shaved
herself that much.

     "If you don't keep it shaved close now, you'll regret it,"
Linda warned.  "It'll itch like crazy.  I suggest you get a hot wax
like mine.  It's a little expensive, but it lasts a long time."

     "You keep talking like this is permanent," Joe said.  "Let's
operate on the idea that I look like this temporarily."

     Joe went back into the bedroom.  He could feel the difference
around his crotch area as he walked.  It made him start to analyze
again.  When he had a male body, his primary sensation of sexual
arousal emanated from and around his penis.  Now, it seemed, his
whole body was a sex organ.  It was simply a completely different
feeling than his experience as a man.  Sometimes, just the act of
walking felt mildly erotic.

     He went to the bed, and picked up the swimsuit bottom.  He was
pulling it up his hips when Linda stopped him.

     "Maybe you better put some powder on that shaved area," she
said, pointing to a little cut glass container on her dresser.

     With the suit bottom around his knees, he removed the ornate
top and found a little puff inside.  He pushed the puff to the side
and taking a little body powder on his fingers, spread some on the
shaved areas, and for good measure, dusted some on his pubic hair.
He then pulled the suit up, and tugged it till it felt right.  It
fit very snugly, but was comfortable.  He felt between his legs,
but could feel no trace of hair sticking out.  He rubbed his
buttocks and stuck his fingers under the leg openings, pulling the
bottom down properly.  He reached down, and took the suit top and
looked at it.  He was not sure how to put it on.  It had a zipper,
but it did not open all the way.

     "Just pull it on, over your head," Linda instructed.

     Joe put his arms in the arm holes, and stuck his head into the
top.  As the suit went passed his face, he could smell it.  It
smelled good.  The scent reminded him of Linda.  "It must have some
of her perfume on it," he thought.  That made him consider what he
was doing.  No matter what he looked like, he still the Old Joe,
and he was standing there putting on his girl's, no, his fiance's,
clothes, and she was watching.  It was exciting, but at the same
time embarrassing.  He quickly pulled the top over his breasts.  He
looked down at his chest, and was trying to decide how far up to
pull the zipper between his breasts when Linda pulled him over to
the mirror.

     "Just look at yourself Joe," Linda exclaimed.  "You're
beautiful."

     Joe looked in the mirror.  Linda was right.  The lime green
suit set off the light tan of his skin.  He had not been in the sun
since the change, so he must have the same skin as before.  He
always did tan quickly, and did not easily burn.  He stood
straight, and then turned to get a side view.  The green suit
looked like it was made for his shape.  He was impressed.  He could
not resist clowning around, striking poses like those he saw in
magazines.

     "You can have that suit, Joe," Linda lamented.  "Now that I've
seen you wear it, I never want you to see me in it again."

     "I do look pretty good, don't I," Joe said proudly.  "Of
course, I don't think you'll be breaking any mirrors either."

     Linda went to the closet, and brought out two beach towels.
Then she went to the bathroom and brought out a tube of sunscreen.
She gave them to Joe and, taking her tea glass, she walked to the
kitchen.  Joe followed her with his hands full.  He could not keep
his eyes off her butt as she walked in front of him.  "She did look
good," he thought.

     "Do you want some tea to take to the pool?" Linda asked.

     "Yeah, sure, that's a good idea," Joe replied.

     Linda, with the tea, led Joe, with the towels and sunscreen,
to the sliding doors, and out to the pool deck.  She stopped at the
table, and got her sunglasses from her purse.

     "I wish I had mine," Joe said.  "Of course, they wouldn't fit
anyway."

     "I'm sorry, Joe, I had another pair, but I broke them the
other day," Linda said.

     "No sweat," Joe said.

     They went to the lounge chairs, and Joe lay the towels in the
cement deck.  They moved the chairs to face the sun.  Joe gave
Linda a towel, and she spread it on her lounge, as he did the same
on his.  When she lay back on the lounge, Linda pulled the straps
of her suit down from her shoulders.  Joe saw her do it, and tried
to do the same with his.  His straps were too wide, and it was not
easily possible.  He lay back, and felt the sun warm his body.  He
continued to watch Linda.  Due to their positions, she could not
see him as well.  She was carefully rubbing herself with tanning
oil.

     "I'll do you, if you'll do me," Joe said suggestively.

     "Sounds good to me," Linda replied, handing Joe the tanning
oil.

     Joe took the oil, and squirted a small amount on his hand.  He
started smoothing it on Linda's leg.  She put her head back and
closed her eyes.  Joe coated her upper thigh, and went all the way
to her feet and toes.  He carefully massaged each toe.  When he
finished, he moved to her arms, softly smoothing them with the oil.
He then oiled her shoulders, and then moved to her chest.  He
carefully avoided getting oil on her suit.  She rolled over on the
towel and Joe then coated her back.  Linda was glistening with the
protective oil.  When he finished, he took her head in his hand,
and kissed her softly on the lips.  She answered his kiss by
flicking her tongue into his mouth.  Joe took a deep breath,
relishing even the smell of her hair.

     After a short while, as they just sat close and looked at each
other, Linda sat up in the lounge chair.

     "Okay, Joe, lie down," Linda ordered.  "It's your turn."

     Joe went to his lounge and lay on his back.  Linda took the
suntan oil and started rubbing it on his legs as he had done for
her.  She worked carefully around his suit, so that no oil touched
it.  He spread his legs slightly, and she rubbed some oil on his
inner thighs.

     "You dog!" Linda exclaimed.  "Do you realize your body has
absolutely NO cellulite?"

     "What are you talking about?" Joe questioned.

     "Look at this," she replied, pinching about an inch of Joe's
outer thigh.  It was perfectly slick and smooth.  She then pinched
the same amount of flesh on the same area of her leg.  The pinched
tissue was slightly dimpled between her fingers.  Not a lot, but
not smooth either.

     "This is what I'm talking about," Linda continued.  "You have
almost no fat on your thighs.  It just isn't fair."

     She then continued her application of sunscreen.  She moved
down, and caressed his feet, as he had done for her.  Joe had not
realized how good it felt, to get his feet massaged like this.  It
was almost erotic.

     When Linda finished with his feet, she asked Joe to lie on his
belly so she could oil his back.  He complied, and put his face in
his arms.  In this position, it seemed he could detect Linda's
scent again.  He wasn't sure if it came from the suit he was
wearing, from the suntan oil, or if he was smelling her directly.
He seemed to have a much more sensitive sense of smell since the
change, and he was aware of odors more now.

     Linda was softly rubbing Joe's back, and Joe closed his eyes,
and enjoyed the sensations.  He suddenly felt his right breast get
pinched between him and the lounge chair.  The slight, but
unexpected pain made him jerk up quickly.

     "What's the problem?" Linda asked.

     "Oh, nothing," Joe replied, rubbing his soft boob through the
suit, and feeling embarrassed.  "I just got pinched, that's all."

     "Welcome to the club," Linda said, patting him on the back as
he carefully lay back down.  "I could think of a few guys whom I
wish could get the opportunity to experience what you are."

     "Well, I wouldn't wish it on any guy," Joe replied, trying to
find a position that kept his breasts out of the way.

     Linda finished, and Joe rolled over.  They both just sprawled
on the lounges soaking up the warmth of the sun.  A while went by,
and suddenly they were jolted awake by the ringing of the tele-
phone.

     "It never stops, does it," Linda lamented.  She grabbed the
cordless phone that lay near her lounge chair.

     "Hello," she answered.  "Oh, hi, Jay.  Yeah, he's here.  Just
a minute."

     "It's Jay," she said, handing the phone to Joe.

     Joe took the phone.

     "Hi, Jay.  What's up?" Joe spoke into the phone.

     "How you doing, Joe?" Jay said.  "I just called to find out
what you thought about Dan."

     "I don't know, Jay," Joe said.  "I think he is understanding,
and he acted like he really wanted to help."

     "He does, Joe," Jay said.  "He's good, too.  I've known him
for some time, and I can assure you, he knows his job.  If there's
any way to prove who you are, he will know what it is, and find it.
I think he's the best."

     "That's great, Jay," Joe said.  "I have good feelings about
him too."

     "What are you doing this afternoon?" Jay asked.

     "Well, right now, I'm lying at the pool at Linda's house," Joe
answered.

     "Gee, I thought I called your house," Jay said, a little
confused.

     "Maybe you did," Joe replied.  "I used call forwarding to
transfer my calls over here in case you or Dan wanted to find me."

     "You damn engineers and your toys," Jay chided him, "but
seriously, I was wondering if you had some time, later on."

     "What you got going, Jay?" Joe wondered.

     "I finally got that ROM chip for the Bosche injection on my
car," Jay answered.

     Like Joe, Jay was into sports cars, and owned a Red Porche
944.  He found it a source of irritation that Joe's RX-7, which
cost less, but was equipped with a high performance wankel rotary
engine, could run away from his pride and joy.  In their informal
road races, Joe's "Rotary Rocket" could always take the four
cylinder engine that powered Jay's Porche.  Jay was always looking
for ways to reverse the situation.

     A friendly rivalry was the result, but Jay was actually at the
mercy of Joe, and his engineering background, to help improve the
performance of his complex engine.  In both cars, all fuel metering
functions were performed by electronic fuel injection, which in
turn was controlled by a digital computer.  An electronics engineer
was actually more at home with a machine like this than a mechanic
would be as long as the basic engine was healthy.  Joe, who had
experience with avionics, including electronic fuel controls on jet
engines, was not above using those skills to improve the perfor-
mance of his sophisticated auto engine.  Jay was in the process of
improving his engine, too, but he went the costly route of buying
a performance chip from the after-market sellers.  It was expen-
sive, but then, everything was expensive on a Porche.  He wanted

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