FILLING IN FOR AMANDA
or LAB.TXT
by Waldo

Chapter 1 -- My lab
Chapter 2 - Exploration9
Chapter 3 - Meeting other people
Chapter 4 - Nick
Chapter 5 - Introducing Renee
Chapter 6 - The medical exam
Chapter 7 - Behind locked doors
Chapter 8 - Was it as good for you as ....
Chapter 9 - The fight
Chapter 10 - My mental condition
Chapter 11 - Telling the girls
Chapter 12 - The Gauntlet of questions
Chapter 13 - The shower
Chapter 14 - The Shopping
Chapter 15 - The new me

This is a story about a man who accidently gets turned into an almost
identical clone of one of his daughters.  Except that the clone is a
she-male.  At first the daughter is away in school, so he is mistakened by
her friends and the younger daughter as being the real thing.  But as time
goes on, he realizes that he must develop his own identity and let his
daughter have her identity.  An acceptable identity is as the cousin of the
daughter.

It gets further complicated when the daughter's old boyfriends try to
re-establish the old relationships.  As our hero-ine starts adapting to the
permanent sex/identity change, a new boyfriend steps in.  One that our
hero-ine is attracted to.

Then the cloned daughter comes home from school and it's time to face the
music about what happened to dear old Dad and why the female clone cuz
knows so much about the family, while the family knows nothing about her.
It becomes time to face the music and confess. Everyone reacts slightly
different and a new family relationship is established.

And then.....  Every story has to end sooner of later.

Anyone familar with my writing style knows that I try to develop plot and
characters, then include just a little sex into the story.  So if you are
looking for straight sex, you won't find it here.  Just a small novel of
300,000 characters that's about 145 pages long.

As noted above, this plot deals with gender changes.  It is quite graphic
in some areas, so anyone that is a minor or does not like gender stories or
sex stories, should not read the story.

Waldo


Filling in for Amanda
or LAB.TXT.
by Waldo

Chapter 1 -- My lab

I made my money by being a research chemist for a
major research company, which believed in sharing it's
successes with the employees. Most people haven't
heard of my name or the product that I invented, but
everyone has to use my product, for which all the
major petroleum companies still pay royalties to me.
When my additive is added to the gasoline within the
gas pump, it causes the gasoline to ignite more
forcefully. Thus the more robust the gasoline
explosion, the more powerful the car and the better
gas mileage that your car gets. Granted it only
averages about three miles per tank of gasoline, but if
you multiply that by the millions of cars in the world,
you can see why I don't have to work anymore.
Because of the royalties from that simple additive, I'm
rich.

I quit working at age 42. That was five years ago. I
retired young so that we could enjoy our newly earned
financial independence. My wife, three teen-age
daughters, and I moved to Santa Fe where we bought a
little ranch and some open land. We wanted to get
away from the never ending rat race. Away from the
hustle and bustle of the city.

The first four years of our retirement were wonderful.
Then my wife had a fatal heart attack and died in the
vegetable aisle while she was doing her weekly grocery
shopping. She had completed a total medical physical
only five weeks before with the doctor finding no
medical problems. The medical exam pronounced her
as being in perfect health for being a forty-six year old
woman.

I was left alone in our big house, without my wife of
twenty-four years to share my life. After two months of
moping around feeling sorry for myself and missing
her, something clicked, pulling me out of my self-
imposed lethargy. Why hadn't the medical physical
examination detected any problems with my wife?
You'd think that with all of the sophisticated medical
testing procedures available, that some symptom
would have been noticed that could have warned us of
her imminent fatal condition. And what could happen
if my daughters have the same hidden medical
problems? Am I going to let them die, when there is
something that somehow I could use my skills to help
save their lives?

Fired up with my mission, I got rid of all of my
woodworking tools that I played with to keep my
retirement busy. In only a few days, I cleaned out my
old workshop building out back and turned it into a
small private medical lab. To get it operational, I
bought almost a million dollars worth of lab equipment
to test and evaluate everything on the human body
that can be analyzed.

I locked myself in the library for two weeks of twenty
hour days, reading every medical textbook and
laboratory procedure. Then I collected every type of
sample that could be collected from my daughters. I
concentrated on them, because it was their lives I was
interested in saving, instead of my own life. They didn't
mind the urine, the feces, the hair samples, the skin
scrapings or the blood, but when I requested samples
of their cum; they got a little upset with my
preoccupation with this project.

My two oldest daughters attend an expensive out-of-
state college, thanks to my money. The youngest girl is
a high school senior and still living with me. The
youngest girl, Cathy, is the daughter with the highest
promise of becoming a successful adult. She really has
her head on her shoulders for her age and studies
hard to make good grades. The other two daughters,
Amanda and Linda, are going to school, just so that
they can be away from home and meet boys. They
couldn't care less about grades or selecting a career.
They chose the college because of the social
opportunities instead of its educational benefits. I
knew that they were enjoying the sexual benefits of
being attractive young females away from home. But
what can I do?

Although all three of them argued repeatedly against
my project, I finally got the college girls to provide
samples of their cum. They did it only to humor me
and to get me to quit talking to them about it. Cathy
refused to contribute anything that personal to my
research. She has repeatedly declined all of my
requests.

Using my new equipment, I broke the samples down
into their respective chemical components. Then I
analyzed the samples using every known test to look
for relationships and differences in the chemical's
makeup. For almost ten months now, I've obtained
multiple samples from my three daughters and
compared the new samples with previous samples,
hoping to find something that might someday save one
of their lives.

And that's how the accident occurred.

I was rushing a lot of my experiments, doing multiple
tests, when one of my chemically treated samples
exploded in my hand. It wasn't much of an explosion,
but it shattered the test tube that I was holding in my
hand, cutting my hand. I jumped from the surprise,
falling backwards into a table, knocking over a rack of
chemicals, which started a heavy chemical fog. I barely
got out of the lab before the fire started. If I hadn't lain
on the floor and crawled through the haze, I could've
perished in the fire. As it was, I got some scratches on
my legs from where I crawled through the spilt
chemicals.

By the time, the local volunteer fire department got to
my ranch, my old workshop lab had burnt down to the
ground, with all of my experiment records. There was
nothing the fire department could do, except to
bandage my hand and examine the minor cuts on my
legs. They also wrote me a citation for failure to
possess adequate fire prevention equipment in my
workshop. They told me that I would have to bear the
cost of cleaning up the mess and ensuring that the
chemicals didn't contaminate the soil. A specialist
would be brought in to examine my fire.

When my youngest daughter came home from high
school, she found me sitting in the driveway, staring at
the burnt out shell of a building.

"The principal found out about the fire as school was
getting out. He caught me as I was walking to my car. I
rushed straight home. Are you all right Daddy?" Cathy
asked as she sat down on the asphalt beside me. She
wiped a tear from my smoke covered cheek with her
soft hand.

I held up my bandaged hand as I replied "This is the
major physical wound. That I can easily recover from.
The real damage is my mental wound, which is much
larger. Do I start over, Cathy? I was very frustrated
with what I'd found so far in my many months of
heavy research. I was grasping at straws for the last
several weeks, trying to find anything positive to keep
me going. I was mixing strange compounds, unsure
what effect could occur, and ignoring dangerous
combinations. I wanted to find something, but I went
through all possible answers the first week. For the
last eight months, I've been unable to obtain anything
that could add to the knowledge base that already
exists in this field. My experiments have been on the
outer fringe of mixing unknown compounds with the
samples of human body fluids that I've been obtaining
from you girls."

"Daddy, do whatever you have to do. Speaking for
Linda and Amanda, we don't want to lose you. We
know that you're doing this for us, but you've changed
because of your dedication to what we consider stupid
research. You ignore us because you're always so busy
in the lab. You can't bring Mommy back and we don't
want to lose you too. We want you to quit your
experiments and spend more time with us." she sighed
as she hugged me and leaned against me.

In a clearly despondent voice, I muttered "I'm very
tired. You may be right. I'll think about your
suggestion. Maybe I won't rebuild the lab. I could use
some fishing, just relaxing. I might take a little
vacation and travel for a while." as I stood and helped
her to her feet.

We walked into the house, never looking back at the
shell of my burned out lab. She fixed me a late lunch
because I'd been too busy again to eat anything. While
I was eating my lunch, Amanda, the oldest daughter
called. One of her local friends had called her at
college to tell her about my fire.

"Daddy, you can't have a lab anymore. Its just too
dangerous, with all those powerful chemicals. We lost
our mother too soon and don't want anything to
happen to you. Promise me that you won't re-build it."
she pleaded over the phone.

"Honey, I'm all right. Just some minor cuts and a lot of
mental anguish over the major damage done by the
fire. Otherwise I'm all right. Cathy has already beat me
up over the lab and made the same recommendation. I
don't think that I'm going to do anything about it for
several weeks while I try to figure out what needs to be
done." I shrugged, hearing my very tired voice.

"Well, if you need me, I can come home early. School is
out in only ten more days and then Linda will be home
for three weeks. I've another five days after that to
finish up the tennis tournament that I'm in. Are you
sure that you wouldn't want to come down here and
watch me play tennis?" she asked, trying to get me to
her school where she could watch over me. Since my
wife's death, she had tried to pick up the role of being
mother to our family.

"No, sweetheart. I just need to relax, forget about my
project and clean this place up a little. I'll see you
when school is out." I answered, trying to make my
voice sound upbeat.

We chatted for a couple more minutes before we voiced
our good-byes. I looked at the wall clock, seeing it was
now only a little after five in the afternoon. I felt very
weary after the long, brutal, frustrating day. I told
Cathy that I was going to go to bed early. She was
used to me sleeping odd hours from where I worked
my long hours in the lab at night, so she gave me a
good night hug.

I walked upstairs and down the corridor to my room,
which was the master bedroom. As I entered the room,
I looked at the eight by ten family portrait that I kept
on the dresser. It was the last picture of my family
before my wife died. Amanda and Linda had changed
very little since the portrait had been taken. Physically
changed, that is. Linda cried constantly when my wife
died and was helpless for a couple of weeks, before she
found solace in the church. She recovered from her
mother's death but now heavily used the bible as
rationale for a lot of her decisions and lifestyle.

Amanda also changed. As a little kid, she was always
headstrong and bossy. She only cried once and then
kept herself busy taking care of her mother's affairs.
She became more aggressive and argumentative as she
tried to force her opinions on the other girls, and also
on me. The night before the funeral, I'd to put my foot
down on her demands. She stomped out of the house,
returning sometime in the middle of the night. She
never said another word about whatever we argued
over, but she put a wall up between us.

Only Cathy was the same person mentally after the
funeral. But Cathy did grow up, filled out, and
changed her little girl look to her new cheerleader look.
She was petite, about five feet two inches tall, weighed
105 pounds and still had a baby face. She had
naturally blonde hair that she wore just above her
shoulders.

I was proud of the way that all of my girls looked. They
were all very beautiful girls, for which I was grateful.
Girls hell, they were all young women now. Although
they would always be my girls, I had to change my
relationship with them as they grew older, so that I
was a friend as much as a parent.

I undressed, throwed away my damaged clothing, took
a good hot shower, put my pajama top on, lay down on
the bed and tried to go straight to sleep. I used to sleep
in a full set of pajamas but after I met my wife in
college, I never put the bottoms on again. I liked the
way that she would gently wake me up by playing with
me. The only reason that I kept wearing the pajama
top, was because I like to sleep out from the covers.
Wearing the top kept my chest a little warm.

My sleep was more restless than normal. I vaguely
remember dreaming a lot of weird dreams. The dreams
were flashbacks of my family life, except they weren't
from my viewpoint. I was in my dreams, but I was a
different person. My dreams were about growing up as
a girl, with me being just one of the girls. Maybe that
is why I tossed and turned all night. Although I was
asleep, I felt that I was always on the fringes of being
awake.

I woke up feeling groggy, but very rested; although it
was still dark outside. Looking at the illuminated
clock, I saw that it was only three am. I guess that I
woke up because I felt hot and clammy. I also had to
pee badly.

I staggered out of bed, still mostly asleep, wandering
through the dark bedroom into my private bathroom.
My reflexes turned on the bathroom light so that I
could see where I was going to pee. I squinted my eyes
from the bright light, peeking through half-closed eyes
as I looked for the commode. I stood in front of the
commode as I lifted the seat. Funny but I still lift the
commode seat then made sure to put it down when I
finished peeing. My wife didn't have many pet peeves
with my habits except she hated to see a commode
seat up.

With eyes still mostly glazed over with sleep, I used my
unbandaged hand to quickly find my penis without
having to look for it. After all, it has been in the same
place on my body for 47 years now.

As I peed, I slowly woke up a little; although my eyes
were still half closed to keep the bright light out. I
shook my penis, to shake off the couple of remaining
drops, flushed the commode, and put the seat back
down. I turned around, as I reached for the light
switch to turn it off. As I turned it off, I caught a
glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. It only took a
second for something to sink in on me that something
was wrong with my reflection. I felt a sense of
wrongness, of something very different about myself. I
turned the light back on to look at my reflection very
carefully.

I didn't see myself in the mirror. Instead I saw the
image of Amanda in my pajama tops reflected in the
mirror. I looked down at my body to see female breasts
pushing out against the front of the pajama material.
There were nipples on the breasts poking through the
material. With one quick motion, I started unbuttoning
the pajama top. I also noticed that my hands had
changed into a woman's hands.

In less than two seconds, I'd the pajama top off so that
I was standing naked, looking at myself in the mirror.
Somehow, I'd changed into a clone of my daughter,
Amanda. Or what I think a clone of my oldest daughter
would look like, with a penis and short haircut.

Chapter 2 - Exploration

I've always been a scientist and try to keep from
jumping to rash conclusions before I clearly examine
all of the available evidence. Although I wanted to
examine the most obvious feature first, which was the
female breasts, I paused for a moment to take control
of my very shaken emotions. I first determined that I
was awake, therefore this couldn't be a dream. After
taking a deep breath, I started examining myself from
the head down, using a logical and systematic
approach.

I touched my face's tender skin as I examined the
reflection in the mirror. It was Amanda's face but it
had my haircut. I looked at the hair line and saw
traces of heavy fuzz among my widow peak in the front
and in the area where my hair is thinning in the back.
It was new hair growth that hadn't been there
yesterday. While it was my hair style that I had for
almost thirty years, it was her natural hair color,
before she changed her hair color.

I felt my chin, hoping to find the ever present beard
stubble, but my face was just as smooth and soft as a
baby's behind; without a trace of masculine facial hair.
This face had never been shaved.

It was her face. I now had her perky nose, her full lips
that she inherited from her mother and her high
cheekbones. The eyebrows were full and weren't her
current plucked style. The eyelashes were long and
wavy. And the eyes had changed color from my dark
brown eyes to her light blue eyes. As I stared at the
new eyes, I realized that I didn't need glasses to see
now. So not only had my eyes changed, but also my
vision had improved.

The ears were also different and looked like Amanda's
ears except there were no pierced holes or sets of
earrings that she normally wore in her earlobes. The
neck was slender with no trace of my formerly
prominent adam's apple. My new neck appeared
almost fragile after being used to my wide neck all of
my life.

My new face was narrow and angular; instead of being
broad and laden with graying whiskers. It was the face
of a beautiful nineteen years old girl, not a middle-age
man. The face of Amanda Palance.

My shoulders were very narrow now or were narrow
compared to what I was used to having. Hanging off
my chest were a set of perfect perky boobs. They
looked the way my wife's boobs looked when we first
married before she became pregnant. I cupped them
with my hands and determined that they felt very real.
I also discovered that they were very sensitive. The
nipples were almost three quarters of an inch long and
were very firm. While I could verify that my face was a
clone of Amanda's face, I couldn't verify that the
breasts were her breasts; because I hadn't seen her
naked body since she was twelve years old. But
looking at them, I had to assume that this portion of
my new body was also a clone of Amanda's body.

My very slender new arms had lost all of their normal
male muscle mass and dark body hair. I couldn't wrap
my hand around my larger male wrist, but my new
female wrist could be easily circled by my long, slender
fingers.

My hands were also different. I ripped off the now
oversized bandage from the cut to see that my cuts
were all healed. My hands were small and my fingers
were slender, instead of stout. My fingernails were my
normal length fingernails and weren't the long
fingernails that Amanda usually wears.

I looked at my narrow waist and the jutting hips. I
turned around so that I could observe the fuller ass
cheeks and wider hips in the mirror. Then I looked at
my penis. For some reason, I was relieved to confirm
that I still had one. It looked very normal. That is, as
normal as a penis looked on a teen-age girl's body.

Then I saw a major difference. My testicles were much
smaller. I examined the sac to discover that there was
only one testicle instead of the normal two. And the
remaining testicle appeared to be smaller. It was
perhaps only two thirds the size that I remembered.
The sac also shrank to conform to the smaller testicle.
For whatever reason, just as more than half of my
body had changed into a woman's body, also more
than half of my testicles had disappeared as if it never
existed.

Looking at my penis, I wasn't sure if it was the same
size either. A soft shrunken penis looks almost the
same all the time.

I stared at my unshaven woman's legs. My legs had
always been muscular so that they looked like a pair of
pylons. My new legs were slender and shapely. I
searched for an old scar that I'd obtained in the Boy
Scouts, but it was gone. My legs showed no evidence of
the scaring from the bicycle wreck.

Finally, I looked at the feet to see that they had also
changed to be much smaller and petite. The toenails
looked funny because I was so used to Amanda's
painted toenails. Seeing her feet without seeing the red
nailpolish made them look slightly strange.

I looked back at my complete image in the mirror. I
had to confirm that my body had changed into what I
thought was an almost mirror image of what I
imagined Amanda's body to look like, except for the
fingernails, haircut, hair color, and penis. There were
some details that I wasn't sure because I hadn't seen
her naked body in many years. But from what I
remembered seeing when she had her bathing suit on,
this was an almost perfect clone of her body.

I walked back out into my bedroom and turned on the
overhead light. Then I sat down in my easy chair to
think about my discoveries so far. When I sat down, I
immediately noticed that the chair was much bigger
than it used to be. I realized that the chair wasn't
bigger, but that I was now smaller and narrower so it
made familiar objects appear bigger.

I sat in my chair so that I could think about what was
happening to me. I tried to collect my thoughts,
knowing that I needed to take my time evaluating what
had happened to me. But I was very confused. After
taking a deep breath, I start speaking out loud the
facts that I knew so far.

"First I've changed overnight, while I slept because of
unknown reasons. I've got to believe that this change
occurred because of the chemicals and fire." I noted,
with an involuntary shudder as I heard my words but
Amanda's voice.

"Second, I now exist in what appears to be a woman's
body. This body is smaller and slighter than my real
body. Somehow, I've lost over eighty pounds and six
inches of height. It has all the general appearances of
being a normal woman's body, however I don't
consider it to be a woman's body because of the penis.
However, anyone looking at me without seeing the
penis would certainly concur that I've a woman's
body."

"Third, I think that it's a clone of my oldest daughter's
body, with three major exceptions. The hair, the
fingernails, and the penis, which are all three
remnants of my former body. I still have testicles, but
only one, which appears to be slightly smaller than my
former testicle. Why those four remnants exist, I don't
know. The basic fact is that my new body appears to
be a clone of my daughter's body. I know that I was
working on several of her DNA samples when the lab
was destroyed."

"Four, I'm still changing slightly I think. I've some light
fuzz in my hairline that I haven't had before. It appears
to be my hairline filling back out to what would be
normal for Amanda. Why did this not change or why is
it changing now? Does this mean that my penis will
turn into a vagina soon if I continue to change?"

"Fifth, I appear to be young. My apparent age is
nineteen years old, which corresponds with my
daughters age. Are my internal organs now nineteen or
forty-seven? My breasts appear to be developed
teenage female breasts but what age is my cock? With
it's wrinkles and foreskin, age of a penis is difficult to
determine. The pubic hair is dark while my former
pubic hair had some gray hairs."

As calmly as possible, I exclaimed "My name is
Richard Palance and my oldest daughter's name is
Amanda. The word Vinegar, Tabasco, and Carolina
have always been difficult for me to pronounce
correctly." as I listened to the spoken words. I was
positive that it was her voice that I was hearing.

"Sixth, my voice now sounds exactly like her voice, but
it still has my general pronunciation and clipped
speech patterns. The speech patterns, which I learned
as I grew up in New Jersey. Not Amanda's more
southern, pronunciation or soft speech patterns.
Amanda frequently makes fun of my pronunciation of
some words. My new voice sounds like her mimicking
me."

"Seventh, I don't have any witness that have observed
this change or anyone that can verify that I'm who I
claim to be. For all practical purposes, Richard
Palance doesn't exist anymore."

I looked at my hands as I wondered if these were my
fingerprints or her fingerprints. Then I decided with
the slender and longer fingers, that my patterns would
have changed, even if I kept them. So my new
fingerprints were probably not similar to the ones on
file for Richard Palance.

"Eight, only my daughters can verify my identity now.
Verification of my identity could only be accomplished
by questions and answers that only I know. They are
the only ones that could ask me questions that only I
would know. Their opinion may or may not stand up in
a courtroom, if proving my original identity becomes
an issue."

"Ninth, my change was probably caused by the
unknown mixture of chemicals and the cuts that I
received during the fire. There is no way to duplicate it
or know the combination of chemicals that produced
this change in me."

"Tenth, I've no way of determining if this change is
permanent or if other changes will occur." hearing a
tremor in my voice; as my quickly jumped through all
sorts of tangents that could still occur.

"Eleventh, I'm a sexual ambiguity. I'm neither female
nor male. I've the overall appearances of a woman, but
the sexual equipment of a man. While I've not dated
anyone since my wife died, any woman that I approach
from now on, would think that I was a woman. If I
reveal my cock, they'll think that I'm a she-male and
converted myself into an almost woman. Any woman
that dated me would have to have lesbian tendencies
because of my overall feminine appearance. If I date a
man, he would have to accept me as the ambiguity
that I'm now. I think that most men wouldn't accept
finding a cock between my legs. I know that I would
have punched out anyone that tried to fool me. I don't
know at this time, if I'm a woman or a man for sexual
purposes. I also don't know if my sexual preferences
have changed because of my new body." Then another
difference struck me.

"Twelve, are my hormones male or female. If my body
is producing female hormones, my body will continue
to develop with the female characteristics, but my
penis will quit functioning sexually, eventually turning
into something that is just a pee spout. If my body is
producing male hormones, then my feminine
appearance will change over time. Remembering my
college classes, male hormones will make my body
thicker, hairier and can result in resumed facial
growth. What will Amanda look like with a beard? Will
I change into a more androgynous looking individual
over time?"

"Thirteen, all of my male clothes don't fit my new
slender, smaller, female body shape. I'll have to wear
Amanda's clothes until I can get some of my own. Like
it or not, I'll have to maintain an feminine image until
such time as I decide what to do with my appearance."

"Fourteen, because of my uncanny cloned appearance
as Amanda, I'll have to make sure that I don't get her
in trouble. Anyone seeing me will think that it's
Amanda. Not that I plan on getting her in trouble, but
our lives just became more interwoven. My new
temporary identity will have to be Amanda's identity
until such time as I can establish my own separate,
new identity."

I stood, walked back into the bathroom and looked at
my naked body in the mirrors again. I tucked my penis
between my legs, pulling it back while holding my legs
together as I looked at my mirror reflection. I knew
that it was a mirror image of what Amanda must see
everytime that she looks into a mirror when she is
naked.

I looked at the clock. It was five-thirty now. Cathy will
be getting up in about an hour to get ready for school.
I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew that I
was going to do something that required me to be
clothed. I'll have to put on some of Amanda's clothes. I
slip on one of my now oversized robes, then walk
quietly down the hall, past the guest bedroom to
Amanda's room. After I entered her room and shut the
door, I turn on the light.

I opened her underwear drawer. I selected a pair of
plain white silk panties. I took my robe off before
examining the panties to determine which was the
front. I held up the panties, discovering that the
smoothness of the fabric fascinated me. Closing my
eyes, not really sure I wanted to do this, I put them on.
I felt goosebumps as I pulled them up my legs. I had
felt my wife's panties before but I had never realized
how really soft a panty was, when you were wearing it.
They felt so nice as I pulled them up, even if they did
look funny, with my cock jutting against the front. I
tucked my cock back between my legs and squeezed it
between my legs while I looked in the mirror. With the
panties on, it was definitely a woman's image that I
saw reflected. I studied myself in the mirror as I
thought that I don't really need to wear a bra with
these firm breasts, but I don't want to have anyone
stare at my jiggling breasts.

I selected a matching white silk bra and inserted my
arms through the bra straps then tried to fasten it
behind me. I discovered that I can't reach back there.
Then I remembered that my wife used to fasten it in
front and rotate it. I shivered as the lacy fabric slid
over my breasts, and I felt my face flush as my nipples
became erect from the rubbing of the gentle fabric.
While that procedure worked, the bra still felt tight. I
adjusted the bra until it felt more comfortable,
recognizing that it'll never be too comfortable. The bra
felt so soft against my skin and my breasts felt better
now that they are properly supported. I smiled again at
the image of the woman reflected in the mirror. If I
ignored the masculine short haircut, I saw a one
hundred percent woman.

I selected a pair of jeans and pulled them on. At first, I
thought that I'm too big to get into these jeans that
should fit my body. Then I remember that she always
wore tight jeans. With a little pulling, I'm able to pull
them on and button the snap button. I looked again in
the mirror at the way the jeans made my butt look
tight. Why do teenagers have to dress this way? Can't
they wear clothes that fit properly?

I selected a white plain blouse from the closet as I
slipped it on. I had problems buttoning it until I
realized that the buttons are reversed from the side
that I'm used to.

I hear an alarm clock go off in one of the other
bedrooms. Then it shuts up as Cathy turned it off. I
turned off the light, lay down on Amanda's bed and
waited for Cathy to get dressed and to go to school. I
can't let her see me like this yet.

Chapter 3 - Meeting other people

I lay on Amanda's bed thinking about everything that
I've discovered so far. My mind was trying to organize
all of the facts when the bedroom door opened, then
Cathy turned on the light.

I sit up quickly and just stare at her, not really sure
what to say. She is wearing only a little tie-dye tanktop
that she sleeps in and matching panties. The tanktop
is clinging to her filled-out bra-less breasts. She jumps
causing her breasts to bounce then she smiles as she
says quickly "Shit. You scared me. I didn't know you
were coming home early. I just want to borrow your
brown skirt to wear to school today."

She thought that I was Amanda because I was lying in
Amanda's bed, had on Amanda's clothes, and looked
like Amanda. She looked at me kinda puzzled before
she says "That's a far out haircut. Looks like dad's
haircut. Some girls in school have similar styles, but I
like the longer look. Well, can I borrow your skirt?"

I nodded my head yes and she walks to the closet. I
watched the way that she jiggles as she walks, feeling
mixed emotions. It was difficult to keep from staring at
her perky breasts and the way they bounced under her
shirt material. I was proud of her healthy body, but at
the same time, I was perturbed at the way that she
was filling out. My little girl had been growing up while
I was sulking in my lab. My memory of her boobies
when I last saw her, wasn't of something the size of
jiggling oranges, but more along the size of fried eggs.
With a body like that, I'll have to protect her from the
boys that will be hanging around the house.

Then it hit me. With a body like my new body, I'll have
to protect myself first. I remembered all of those high
school boys that used to come over to study with
Amanda, that will think that I'm now her.

As Cathy searched through the closet, she says "Dad's
all right. We just need to keep him out of the lab. It
wouldn't hurt him to get laid either. He's stayed too
much at home since Mom died. I tried to introduce
him to my friend's mother, but he wasn't interested.
We need to gang up on him to help him realize that life
must go on and he must adapt to his lifestyle changes.
Do you have a belt for this skirt? I didn't know you
had this one." as she pulls a skirt out, holding it up
against her body.

She didn't give me time to reply as she continued
"Remember Jeff Hawkins. He's rented a motel room for
Friday night. I've been trying to figure out how to get
out of the house without worrying Dad. I thought
about using that trick that you told me about, but I've
been saving it for when I really need it. What do you
think I should tell Dad?" as she looked directly at me.

I had to say something. I took a deep breath and
answered "Go. I don't think that he'll object. After all,
you're seventeen now."

She bit her lower lip and shrugged "I know. I just hate
lying to him about where I'm going. He still thinks that
I'm his little girl and that I don't know anything about
sex. If he only knew some of the things that I've done
in the last three years. Well, I've got to get ready for
school or I won't be able to get a student parking spot.
See you when I get home."

She walked out of the room, shutting the door as she
left. A couple of minutes later, I heard her down in the
kitchen. I stayed in Amanda's room until I heard
Cathy's car start.

I decided that I needed some tests done on me to see
what I really am. Am I male or female? If my lab still
existed, I could do most of the tests myself. But now, I
need to have someone else test me. Which means that
I've got to leave the house, dressed as Amanda, looking
like Amanda. Only I can't act like Amanda.

I walked into her bathroom, taking a good long look at
myself in her bathroom mirror. My old college hairstyle
didn't look good on a woman. I selected a hairbrush
and started brushing my hair, trying to make it look
more feminine. With a little bit of hair spray, I was able
to make a mess of it. No matter what I did, it didn't
look right with this face. I searched through a pile of
her clothes in her closet until I found her old high
school baseball cap. I put it on, covering up my hair.

Returning to the mirror, I knew that something had to
be done with my face, but I wasn't sure what or how. I
selected a tube of lipstick and carefully applied a little
lipstick on my lips. I knew that Amanda wouldn't leave
the house looking like this. She does something else to
her eyes and cheeks but I didn't know what. I saw all
of her various cosmetics on the shelf but was afraid to
experiment. My wife wore make-up and I watched her
sometimes as she put it on, but I never paid any
attention to how she did it. I placed the tube of lipstick
into my jeans pocket before I go back to my master
bedroom.

I picked up my billfold and carkeys. before realizing
that I didn't have any identification to write any checks
or use the credit cards made out to my male name. I
tried to put my billfold into my jeans' pocket, but it
wouldn't fit into the too tight jeans. I went back to her
room, looking for a purse to carry the billfold. As I
opened a purse, I saw a couple of tampaxes mixed in
with the assorted make-up. As least with my penis, I
wouldn't have to worry about having to use those
damn things. Or would I? While I don't have a vagina, I
do have other female characteristics. I could still be
subject to some type of menstruation.

I walked out to the garage but couldn't get into my car
at first. The tube of lipstick in my tight jeans hurt so I
took it out, putting it into the purse with the rest of
the potpourri items that women think they have to
carry with them.

I slid into the car seat, discovering that the seat had to
be adjusted closer, then all of the mirrors adjusted so
that my smaller body could drive. I carefully backed
the car out realizing that I couldn't see out of the car
as well now. I drove carefully to town, being careful to
stay below the speed limit. Driving without a license, I
didn't need to be pulled over by any local cops.

I found a place to park in the hospital parking lot. As I
walked into the Emergency Room, some boy called out
"Hello Amanda." as he smiled, trying to get my
attention.

I looked up at him but didn't know him. He wasn't tall,
but I felt short because of my new smaller height. I
kept walking until I found the Lab.

"Yes, can I help you?" the technician asked, in a
repetitive monotone; not even looking up at me.

"I want to have a compete set of blood work done on
myself." I replied in what I hoped was an appropriately
sounding confident tone.

"We can't do tests without an authorized doctor's
signature requesting specific tests. Only thing that I
can do on your personal request is an Aids test. Is that
what you want?" he responded as he smiled at me,
with what I imagined to be a slight leer.

"No, I'll be back soon. I forgot to bring the paperwork
with me." I sighed then walked out of the hospital

I drove over to Doctor Johnson's place, only to discover
his locked door and that office hours didn't start for
another two hours. I walked back to the car, leaning
against it as I thought about what to tell the doctor. I
didn't pay any attention to an slowly approaching car,
until the driver says "Welcome home."

I recognized Tommy what's-his-name that was a high
school boyfriend of Amanda's. I forced myself to smile
and say "Hi Tommy." being careful to speak slowly and
softly to mimic Amanda's speech patterns.

He leaned against my car as he says "I broke up with
Marisa. How about going to the party out at the lake
with me later this week?"

I stammered "I just got back home. I've got to look after
my Dad."

He leaned closer as he whispered "I still have the keys
to my old man's lake cabin. Remember that view of the
lake and how you enjoyed swimming naked in the
moonlight?"

I knew my face blushed as I tried to decide if I should
hit him or accept his offer. For some reason, I felt very
comfortable being around Tommy. I felt warm and
funny inside as I looked at him and talked to him. Am
I attracted to him sexually? I didn't know what I was
feeling or why I was feeling this way. I decided that I
needed to investigate this strange feeling a little more
before I made any commitments. After all, I need to
determine what turns me on. What better place to do
that than at a party?

"Why don't you call me at home later and let's talk
about it." I suggested, using that as a method to
postpone making a decision.

"Cool. Well, I need to go clock in. Us working stiffs
have to be at work on time. I like your new hairstyle."
he declared as he walked away.

Bull shit. I knew that he really liked it because of the
body that it was on. If it was purple, he would have
liked it just as much. I was young, male and horny
once myself.

Finally the doctor's office opened so that I could get in.
I managed to talk my way into an impromptu visit with
the doctor, who had been a close family friend ever
since we moved here.

"Hi, Amanda, come on in. Tell me what is going on
with you where I must to see you today. You don't
suspect that you're pregnant, do you?" he asked as I
entered his office.

I sat down and suggested slowly trying to match
Amanda's phrasing "I need to have a complete
physical. Dad is working on something and he has to
have an accurate, current physical on me."

He frowned as he asked "He's not injecting or giving
you anything is he?"

"No, he's still testing my blood work but he wants a
comparison." I lied.

"I've a busy schedule today, but I'll arrange for the
tests and lab-work. Then I'll work you in tomorrow's
schedule. It'll probably be the first of the week before I
can get you in to see an gynecologist. How long has it
been since you had a pap smear?" he requested as he
filled out some lab slips.

I was glad that his attention was diverted because I
forgot that a complete physical would include looking
for normal vagina functions. After he filled out the lab
paperwork and scheduled me for the following day, I
returned to the lab to have the blood work drawn.

After I got the labwork completed, I was starved so I
went into McDonalds to get something to eat. The girl
behind the counter said "Hi, Amanda. I didn't know
that you were home. Are you going to the party?"

I didn't know her either, but apparently she knew
Amanda. I tried to smile the way Amanda smiles as I
responded "I just found out about it. I'm thinking
about it but haven't made my mind up yet."

"Good. I like your hairstyle. I thought about getting my
hair cut short during the summer. It's so much easier
to take care of." she declared as she rang up my order.

Then she leaned forward as she whispered "Tommy
knocked up Marisa. When she told him, he dropped
her. So he's available again."

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded my head.
Another customer came up so the girl said "Call me at
home later. I'll bring you up to date on who is doing
what while you're at school."

I picked up my tray and went outside to eat my food at
one of the outdoor tables. I was about half way
finished when Tommy sat down beside me.

He called out, "Hi, I saw your dad's car parked here
and was hoping that you were alone."

Based upon what I had just learned about him, I didn't
trust him now. I carefully muttered, "Thought you were
at work."

"Yeah, but I wanted to get out of the shop for a couple
of hours. I told them that I had to check on some
orders. It helps to have my uncle own the company."
he replied with a big grin.

I asked, "Won't you get in trouble if they catch you?"

He answered, "Nah, my uncle is protective of me. He
thinks that some day, I'm going to help his daughter
run the company. If he only knew I plan on her helping
me run the company, he'd flip out."

I nodded, seeing a side of Tommy that I had never seen
when he visited my house. "I see."

He propped his legs on the seat and asked "Do you
want to go for a ride out to the park? They're not
expecting me back for a couple of hours."

I took a sip of my drink and suggested "I don't want
you to get in trouble with your job. Or your girlfriend."

Without hesitation, he grumped, "What did you expect
me to do while you were gone to college. I went from
having sex with you three times a week to nothing. I
was bouncing off the wall. Marisa came along and
helped me get over you. You were the one that left me."

Then he paused and continued his answer "I went out
with a few other girls from high school, but none of
them interested me the way you did. I only dated
Marisa because she was mine to fuck anytime that I
wanted her. When I started looking elsewhere, she quit
taking her birth control pills, hoping that I would
marry her if she got pregnant. I found out too late that
she had quit so that's when I broke up with her."

I sipped the cola, not knowing what to say. I really
shouldn't be having this discussion because Amanda
has a right to her privacy.

Tommy looked at me, but I uttered nothing. "The real
story about why I went out with Marisa, is because she
is good in bed. Not as good as you, but she kept me
satisfied and coming back for more of her liquid
honeypot."

I was taken aback and allowed my normal New Jersey
speech patterns to slip in as I responded "I don't think
that's any of my business."

He looked at me and shrugged as he continued
"Actually, she's wonderful in bed. She's playful,
attentive, and stimulating. We find ways to keep our
sex lives from getting stale. And she liked having sex in
public places."

I looked at him, surprised. "You mean you . . ."

"One time we did it in the back of my father's pickup
truck during a basketball game. We fucked in a
shower stall of the school's women locker room, while
a game was being played. And once we did it on the
top level of the football field bleachers."

I was taken aback by his language to me or the
Amanda that he thought I was. I didn't appreciate
anyone talking this way to my daughter, even though
she was almost a legal adult. "I see..."

He looked at me with a big grin "You ever think of
doing it in public?"

I honestly replied "Well, no. I haven't."

He nodded, "Too bad. Part of the thrill is thinking you
might be discovered while you're getting it on. One
time, she blew me in a dressing room at Sears. When
we came out, I saw a clerk frowning at us."

"Imagine what would happen if you got caught."

He looked at me with a far-away look on his face. "Old
people don't know how to live. All they think about is
their reputation. Well, before I get old and start acting
like an old fart, I plan on enjoying life. You want to
drive over to the basketball court. I got a blanket in the
trunk."

I shook my head as I stood up. "No, It's getting late. I
don't have time or the desire to go anywhere with you.
I think it would be better if I don't go with you to the
party."

He looked at me, not taking the hint. "Yeah. So can we
pick up where we left off?"

"I don't think so. I'll probably attend the party, but
definitely not as your guest."

He smiled as he shrugged, "Always playing hard to get
with me. You know that I like that. Well, I'll call you
tomorrow and we'll talk about it."

He stood up as he reached for my hand, but I ignored
him. I turned to walk to my car. He walked with me
still continuing his banter and trying to hold my hand.
When we got to my car, he leaned over and gave me a
quick kiss on the lips before I could do anything. Then
he walked away.

After he drove away, I sat down in my car thinking
about all of the strange emotions that I had been
experiencing. I was confused. I was happy. I was glad
to see him when he sat down. I was upset at him for
the way that he was talking, but I realized it was
because I was still protective of my little girl. He said
or did nothing that the typical horny young male
would do. I knew that they dated for a long time and
had frequently suspected that they were having sex,
but I tried to ignore those thoughts about my golden
girl.

I remembered glancing at Tommy's filled out tight
jeans as we talked. When a warm flush flowed through
my body, I realized that I was probably sexually
attracted to him. I shook my head and muttered, "I'm a
man. I'm not a teenage girl. I'm an androgen. I cannot
be attracted to my daughter's old boyfriend. I must not
steal her life by trying to be her. I cannot feel this way.
I've got to take control of my life. I must become my
own individual. I can't live her life or share her life."

Chapter 4 - Nick

I drove around for a little because I was feeling very
confused. My orderly and calm life was fucked up
forever now. I've chosen my life's direction, except for
the brief period after my wife died. And now, I'm in a
body that looks like a nineteen years old girl. Not just
any girl, but my oldest daughter.

I feel confused because of the way that I'm reacting to
my lifestyle crisis. I should be wearing male clothes,
not Amanda's clothes. Only my old clothes are too
large now. I should have told Doctor Johnson the truth
so that he could do a through physical on me.

I should have told Tommy to go away. He thinks that
I'm Amanda, but what would he do if he knew that I
was metamorphosed into a she-male clone of Amanda.
At the least, I should've told him that I'm not Amanda.

Also, why was I aroused by being near Tommy? Yes,
for some reason I was sexually aroused when Tommy
came around me, even after I discovered his true
personality.

Was it because there's an over abundance of female
hormones flowing through this still changing body?
Could his pheromones stimulate my new female
hormones?

But that shouldn't occur. I still have a cock hanging
between my legs. I don't have a vagina. I may have
breasts, hips, thin waist, and other female attributes,
but I don't have a vagina.

Then a frightening concept struck me. People do
strange things because of hormones. Was it possible
that my hormones were changing the way that I act
and thought? Were hormones turning me into a
woman with a cock? I was very confused and couldn't
think straight. I needed to think about everything.

I saw the sign for The Brass Rail, which was a little bar
that I used to stop at every once in a while. I pulled
into the parking lot, then walked in noticing that I was
the only customer from the cars. That suited me
because I didn't want to talk to anyone. Earl, the
owner and Nick, the bartender were behind the bar.

As I walked across the floor, Nick is staring at me
causing me to feel funny inside again. Now I wish that
I had kept driving. I've been in here many times and
have never had this weird feeling before. And I
recognize its because of Nick.

I sat down at the barstool, as I placed my purse on the
counter. I smiled, trying to appear normal as I
requested "Bud, please", my customary drink.

Nick looked at me funny. I thought that he had
recognized something asexual about me, then realized
he was looking at my unfeminine haircut. He
questioned "Amanda, thought that you wouldn't be
home for another couple of weeks. And when did you
change to Bud? You never drank anything but those
light beers before, Babe."

Amanda drinks? I didn't know that. I resisted the
temptation to let my mind wander on that concept and
responded, remembering to keep my voice southern "I
learned to like it from parties. You know how college
parties are."

"Yeah, I attended a few before they threw me out." he
said as he poured me a beer.

Earl suggested "Show me your ID for the record,
Amanda. Don't want any law coming in here and
checking you out."

ID? That's right. Amanda is younger than the drinking
age. I don't have any ID except for my normal male ID.
I'm carrying Amanda's purse only because I can't get
my keys into her tight pockets. I slowly opened the
purse and looked inside, knowing I would find nothing.
Then I responded very meekly "I forgot my billfold. I'll
leave."

Nick angrily whispered "You lost that special ID that I
got for you? Do you realize what I had to do to get you
a phony ID?" Then he turned to Earl and proclaimed
"Just this one and she'll leave. I promise."

Earl grumbled and shook his head yes. Nick put the
beer down in front of me, leaning over so that his face
was close to mine. He softly muttered "I get off at
eleven tonight. Come by my place to watch my new
bedroom TV. While you're there, you can pick up those
clothes that you left the last time?"

"No, I just arrived and have some things to do." I
responded as I realized that my daughter had sex with
this man.

Suddenly I understood why I felt weird. I felt the same
way when I was around Tommy. Amanda must by
turned on by both of these men. If she was naturally
turned on by him, then my new hormones could do
the same to me. That's why I felt the same way with
Tommy but not the other boys that I saw today.

He mumbled as he asked "Don't tell me that your old
man is still treating you like a kid? You know you can
move in with me any time." then he smiled a shitty
smile as he continued "Any time. My place is your
place. All you have to do, is ask me."

"No, I've got. . . . I mean my father has nothing to do
with my decision. I'm having my annual physical
tomorrow and don't want the doctor to see hickeys all
over me." I responded with something that I thought
would be appropriate.

Earl noted "I'm going to the back. Be back shortly. Re-
fill the beer coolers." as he looked at me continuing
"And you had better be gone or be legal."

Nick nodded as he retorted "Back to the slave pit."

As Nick filled the coolers, I used the time to reflect
about what I was learning about Amanda. Everything
that I've heard in the last six hours doesn't describe
the Amanda that I know. My Amanda is a well-
behaved young lady. Yet everyone has given me the
impression that she sneaks around, as she enjoys an
active sex life.

Feeling the need to pee, I walked to the bathroom. I
caught myself getting ready to walk into the Men's
room which could give me away. Or would it? People
make mistakes all the time.

Holding my breath, I entered the women's restroom.
After making sure that I was the only occupant, I
selected a stall and urinated standing up. I didn't drop
my jeans down below my crotch because they were so
hard to pull up. After peeing, I pushed my penis back
between my legs, knowing that the tight jeans would
keep it tucked away. If it was in its normal position, it
would be clearly seen in this tight form fitting jeans.

I pulled up the panties, being surprised when the
smoothness of the fabric rubbing against me aroused
me. Closing my eyes, not really sure what I was doing,
I rubbed my hand against the panties, enjoying the
soft and nice feeling. I rubbed my hands on my chest,
feeling the bra through the blouse. I was aware of
every inch of my skin. My blouse felt cool against my
skin. I shivered as the bra's lacy fabric rubbed over my
sensitive female breasts. That simple touch caused my
nipples to become erect. My face flushed as I realized
how close I was to masturbating myself in the bar's
woman restroom.

I exited the stall, looking at my mirrored image as I
studied my new image. I tried to rationalize as I
thought that my strange actions were caused by my
female hormones which I'll learn to restrain. As I gazed
at my reflection, I felt something deep within me
awaken. Yes, I'm a woman with a woman's many
needs. As I stared at the image of my breasts
hardening nipples under the blouse, I nodded to
myself. Its a woman's body now.

Slowly I lifted my hands, pausing, delaying the feel of
the bra's soft silk against my fingers. Shutting my
eyes, I gently pressed my hands against my blouse
before squeezing my breasts ever so gently. My breasts
felt so firm, yet soft and wonderful at the same time.

I took the ballcap off, knowing that my male haircut
increased my personal gender confusion. Something
has to be done about the hair. As I fluffed it, Nick
groaned "I missed you."

He was standing in the open doorway, watching me. I
angrily cried "This is the Women's bathroom. How long
have you been standing there?"

"Long enough. I'm supposed to frequently check and
clean the bathroom. Don't be so uptight. Just the two
of us are here now." he responded with a lecherous
grin on his face. "Come here; I've got a surprise for
you."

He stepped in letting the door shut behind him. I
turned around angrily hoping he would leave. I
watched his reflection in the mirror as he put his arms
around my waist and kissed me on the neck.

"No, Nick, you idiot!" I squirmed, knowing that he was
too strong for me to physically resist him. His hands
cupped my breasts, squeezing them as he suggested
"We only have a minute to get a quick feel and thrill to
remind us how much we enjoy fucking each other."

With that he smiled, as he pressed his lips on mine. I
panicked. I was trapped in a bar's woman's restroom,
being kissed by a man. I didn't want to create a scene
but I didn't want to do what he wanted. I struggled
against him, but I couldn't escape his strong hold.

Realizing that he wouldn't stop, my only chance was to
pretend to participate until I could escape. Resigned to
allowing him to kiss me, I opened my mouth slightly.
He responded by hungrily probing his tongue deep into
my mouth. It felt as if it was being pushed down my
throat.

Thirty seconds later, I wanted more. I was feeling a
strong unknown desire and enjoyment. I quit resisting
because I was actually enjoying the kiss. For some
strange reason, it didn't matter that it was a man's hot
tongue. Surprised at my quick acceptance, I eased my
tongue into his mouth. He accepted enthusiastically as
we kissed each other lustily for several seconds.

Wanting more, I willing wrapped my arms around his
neck and one leg around his hips. Recognizing my
horniness, he began fondling my breasts through my
thin blouse. He pulled his lips from mine and began to
passionately nuzzle my neck. I put my hand behind
his head and ran my fingers through his curly dark
hair. I felt like my entire body was being explored by
his soft hands and luscious mouth.

"I've missed you, Mandy", he whispered. "But I plan to
catch up on lost time." His arms held me as he
muzzled my breasts through the blouse. I knew what
was happening, but couldn't resist. I just stood there
as his lips pressed hungrily against my own. Knowing
that I was really enjoying it.

As we kissed, his hands pulled the back of my blouse
out of my jeans. I couldn't stop or slow him down or
give him the impression that I didn't want him. I didn't
resist any for some unknown reason.

He softly moaned "I knew that you missed me. I've got
the biggest cock in town and you know it. You love
playing with my cock. Did you miss my little big man?"

The touch of his warm hands on my bare back was too
much for me. I felt my hands rubbing small circles on
the back of his tush as my leg eased between his legs.
Recognizing that I was losing control of my emotions, I
whispered "No, please don't."

"Too late, baby. I've got to have some nooky. You know
what you do to me. I`m going to fuck you." he groaned
as he squeezed my breasts. I was beginning to pant as
I felt the same strong sexual desires that he was
describing. I had to regain control of myself somehow.

"I can't go all the way. Wrong time of the month." I
lied, recognizing that my voice had turned husky.

"Take care of me and I'll take care of you later, babe."
he ordered in a breathless voice. I knew what he
wanted, which worried me because I wanted it also.

He pulled my blouse up, exposing my flat stomach;
which he began kissing and licking. He continued
upward, until his lips touched my bra.

With one quick flick, he unhooked my bra. I wasn't
surprised when I saw my rock-hard pink nipples. It
was evident that he liked my breasts as his fingers
cupped them. An electrical shock hit me as he
massaged my very erect nipples. I didn't know female
breasts could be so sensitive. When he began sucking
my stiff nubs voraciously, I wanted to scream from the
pleasure. He sucked, licked, and bit my throbbing
nipples while I convulsed from the pleasure.

I put my arms around his waist, trying to slide my
hand down his jeans to feel his tight ass. I was feeling
his hard cock press against my pelvic area as he
squeezed my boobs and nibbled on my neck. In less
than ninety seconds of close up sexual simulation, I
had changed from being a confused androgynous half-
woman to being a horny woman. I wanted sex knowing
that it had been a year since the last time. I was
turned on, wanted it now and didn't care that I would
be on the fuckee side instead of being on the more
familiar fucker side.

"You want to talk, or what?" I slipped my hand
between his legs, feeling his cock straining against his
jeans. "No, you definitely don't want to talk."

We kissed passionately again, feeling the electrical
surge through my body. I never thought that I'd be
kissing a man or wanting to have sex with a man.
Aware that I had reached the point of no return, I
struggled with emotions versus logic. Without a second
thought, I surrendered myself to Nick.

I unsnapped Nick's pants, sliding them down his hips.
His jockey shorts barely contained his erect cock, as it
bulged out at the waistband. I dragged my fingernails
up the shaft of his penis, teasing the cockhead.

Nick groaned softly as he pulled my blouse and bra off.
He gently kissed each tit. Flames roared through my
body from his wet lips touch as my body ached to be
absorbed by him. My head rolled back and I moaned
loudly as my breasts throbbed for his lips. He lightly
swirled each nipple with his tongue in ever increasing
circles until his lips were wrapped around the entire
breast. My hands pulled his pants down. He stepped
out of them, removing his underwear at the same time.
While he licked and teased my breasts, one of my
hands massaged his scrotum; while the other hand
slowly jacked him off.

Nick started to undo my jeans, but I stopped him
although I didn't really want to stop him. "No. It's
better for both of us if I leave them on for now. I'm very
messy today."

Nick put my hands back on his hard cock. He stared
into my eyes, probably seeing my mixture of passion
and confusion that I was experiencing.

Nick shrugged as he kissed my navel causing me to
pull his face into my belly. He licked his way back up
my body until his tongue was probing my mouth
again. I stroked his shaft as he squeezed my boobs;
experiencing emotions never felt before. I stroked his
cock, pulling him close to me. We were enjoying my
hand slowly stroking his hard cock as he bucked his
hips against my hand.

He turned us around so that his butt was resting
against the sink. He put his hands on my shoulders as
he started pressing down, wanting me to go down on
him. I resisted for a second, then let him push me
down until I was on my knees and his cock was inches
from my face. I was still stroking it and looking at a
cock pointed back at me. Slowly my mouth opened
then I kissed his cock.

As my lips touched his cock, I knew that I wanted his
cock. I kissed it again, before taking the cockhead into
my mouth. I slowly rolled my tongue against the
smooth head. I could feel him shudder with delight,
which caused a similar strong pleasure for myself. I
knew that I was in control our love-making now. I
could do anything that I wanted to do now. He would
do anything for me to continue. I eased more of his
cock into my mouth as I raked my fingernails up and
down his back. He tried to ram his cock deep into my
mouth, his pubic hair curling around my lips. I felt the
taste of his leaking pre-cum, knowing that his male
semen was leaking into my mouth.

I sucked more of his cock, using my mouth as a
vagina. Suddenly Nick gasped and grunted as his cum
boiled out of his erect, quivering penis, coating the
inside of my mouth. I held on and sucked as I his cock
twitched. Then his hot semen filled my mouth as he
shot his load into my sucking mouth. He shot off,
spewing what seemed like gallons of cum into my
mouth. His hands were around my head, ramming my
face against his cock, as he pumped streams of thick
cum into my accepting mouth.

Finally, he quit pumping the warm, salty liquid into
my mouth as he started growing flaccid.

"Hello, anyone here." cried a loud male voice out in the
bar area.

Nick's muttered softly "Shit. A fucking customer."

As he pulled his trousers back up, he loudly screamed
"Be there in a moment. Just putting some more paper
in the bathroom."

He quickly dressed and returned to the bar. I turned
around to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My
blouse and bra were off. My body was flushed and I
had red marks all over my body from his fingers
squeezing me. I had some mild teeth marks on my
neck and boobs. There was cum on my lips and I could
still taste his warm salty cum.

I was deeply aroused and realized several disturbing
facts. If we had been somewhere else, I would have had
more sex with him. I wanted to have sex with him. I
had no control over my actions or emotions when
aroused. My body was extremely sensitive now and
easy to get aroused.

I slid my firm, milky white breasts into the delicate
white silk bra and clasped it together in the front.

Tracing my hand lightly across my breasts, I noticed
their perky erectness. I explored my lower body,
running my hands over my slender belly before
turning sideways to admire my ass. I realized how
sensual it was to touch my new body this way. The
fingers of my left hand faintly grazed the cock still
tucked between my legs. I glanced at the mirror again.
I felt a little embarrassed to find myself standing in
front of a bar mirror wearing only a bra and jeans, my
fingers rubbing my hard cock.

I shook that image out of my mind as I put the shirt
on. I ran my hands through my hair as a comb before I
put the ballcap back on. I rinsed my face, then gargled
with sink water. When I was presentable, I walked out
of the bathroom. I glanced at the bar to see Nick
standing behind it, drying a glass, as he talked to his
only customer. He watched me as I walked out of the
bar.

Chapter 5 - Introducing Renee

I raced home. When I parked the car, I started crying. I
don't know why. I just felt like crying. I spent half an
hour in the parked car, getting control of my emotions
and my confused thoughts.

When I had composed myself, I entered the house and
sat down on the couch. It was two thirty in the
afternoon. I had been in this androgynous body almost
twelve hours and had just given my first blow job.
Have I become a queer now? Or am I a woman now?

Suddenly, I shivered, knowing that it wasn't the old me
sitting there, but the new me. This new person was
comfortable wearing a silk panty and bra to support
female breasts. The old Richard Palance would die
before he would wear silk female underwear.

With my eyes closed, I gently pressed my hands
against the silk bra, as I squeezed my breasts to
confirm their existence. Something deep within me
awoke. My emotions and body are female now. I may
have a she-male's mixed body, but I feel very feminine.
My feminine side had surfaced while my masculine
side had disappeared. As I stared at the image
reflected from the glass coffee table, I softly whispered
to myself. "Yes, not only do I look like a woman but I
feel like a woman now. I'll be in this body for the rest
of my life. I have to re-start my life, but from a female
perspective. Richard is gone and I can't take Amanda's
life from her."

Now that I had determined the major objectives, I had
to define the tasks to reach those objectives.

The main task was to start thinking, looking and
acting as a woman.

The next task was to stop pretending to be Amanda.
She has her own life and should be the only person
living that life. I had to quit letting her friends think
that I was her. I could have just messed her life up
with Nick. So whoever I'm now, I've got to be me and
not Amanda. People that I meet must be able to know
that it's me instead of Amanda. My appearance had to
be modified so that people could tell us apart.

To accomplish both tasks, I'll need a new name. I
considered Donna, Marie, Ann, Betty, Brenda, Lisa,
Carolyn and then decided on Renee. Mainly because it
was close to Richard, in case I ever screwed up when
introducing myself. I also considered Rickie, but it had
too mannish a sound. If I'm going to be female, I'll have
an appropriate feminine name.

I looked at my reflection again. If I'm going to be a
female, then I've got to change the way I look. Just as I
couldn't walk around in my old clothes in this body, I
can't continue with my hair looking like this. My hair
change will be a good start.

I wrote a note to Cathy in my normal handwriting. The
note said:

   Cathy,

   I've got to go out of town for several days. Please
   take care of the house until I get back. Also,
   your cousin, Renee, is going to stay with us for
   awhile. You haven't seen her since you were
   about three years old. She's been living out-of-
   state and wants to meet her only relatives. Be
   nice to her.

   Love you very much

   Dad

I called the Brass Rail, grimacing when Nick answered.
When I heard his voice, I responded "It's me. I didn't
feel like talking to anyone. I just wanted to get out of
there without your customer seeing me. You remember
that other ID you were talking about?" I asked.

"Sure, are you going to come over to my place
tonight?" I could almost hear him smile as he asked.

"No, I can't. Please don't ask me why. I need a driver's
license with my picture and description on it showing
that I'm barely over twenty-one years old. Can you get
me one quickly?" I asked.

There was a pause before he sighed "It'll be more
expensive this time. At least two thousand."

I had to have it. You can't do anything without a
driver's license to show as a photo ID. I accepted "Get
it, but I need the name Renee Palance in addition to
the birthdate showing me to be barely over 21. Also
put this home address on it."

He responded quietly "Go to Robertson Photo Studio
and tell Al that I sent you. It should be ready in
tomorrow. Have the money then."

I drove to a bank to get some cash from the ATM
machine. Then I found a beauty shop. The beautician
frowned when she saw my haircut. I informed her "I
cut my hair for a college play role. I want a different
hairstyle and color. What do you recommend?"

She walked around me as she looked at the lengths
before she proclaimed "We can either make it very
butch, with an feminine cut, or we can do something
more traditional. You have some strong male pattern
baldness areas here in the front and in your crown
area. You need a cut to shape it up, then some curls to
hide those areas."

"Go for it." I directed.

Two hours later, I walked out carrying Amanda's
baseball cap. The beautician had shaped up my
hairstyle, colored my hair, and permed my hair which
gave it extra height to hide my bald areas. She had
also shown me how to brush and fix my new hairstyle.
I was now a curly blond with a hairstyle that hid my
bald spots. I liked the way I looked now. I also had the
manicurist give me a manicure and paint my nails.

Then I went to the Photo store to have my picture
taken for the phony driver's license.

Then I drove to the mall to shop for some jeans. Either
Amanda wears her jeans too tight or they are too small
for me. As normal for most men, I always hated clothes
shopping, but I was looking forward to buying some
new clothes. I couldn't walk around in Amanda's
clothes and still maintain a separate identity.

I walked into a women's clothing store and was greeted
by a saleswoman. I told her what I was looking for.
After a quick measurement, she handed me a pair of
jeans suggesting, "Try these on in the dressing room."

After changing, I looked at my reflection in the
dressing room mirror. I was very satisfied with the way
that my ass looked in those slightly larger jeans, so I
left them on.

As I looked at other clothes, I wasn't sure if should buy
flashy or conservative clothes for Renee's initial
wardrobe. I examined hanger after hanger of dresses,
until I found a black silk wrap dress with a very low
neckline that looked appealing. I carried the dress
back into a dressing room and tried it on. I was very
pleased with the way it looked on me in the mirror.
Now that I had a party dress, I selected a woman's
suit, some blouses, and a couple of skirts.

I spent 2 hours in a lingerie shop before I realized it. I
was surrounded by so many choices and sizes, that I
was overwhelmed. I finally settled on three bras and
some panties, selecting the most expensive and
elaborate undergarments that I looked at.

I bought some more clothes and some shoes before
going to a make-up counter. I bought some make-up
that the counter girl recommended to me. I watched
her as she made me up, trying to remember how much
and in what order.

Then I drove to a used clothing store to buy some more
clothing items and a used suitcase. Although I could
easily afford more new clothes, my plan required that I
possess some clothes that appeared worn. I carried all
of my purchases back to my car, where I packed my
new clothes into the suitcase.

When I arrived home after my shopping trip, Cathy
was already home from school. It was time to see if my
charade will work.

I opened the front door, walking in as nonchalant as
possible, dragging my suitcase of used clothes. Cathy
was lying on the couch reading. She looked up at the
opening door, smiling when she saw me. I know that
she thought that she was still looking at Amanda.

"Wow, I like your hair like that. You should have done
that a long time ago." she proclaimed.

"Thanks. But I used to wear it like this when I was a
kid. It's time to explain some things to you. I know
who you think you are looking at, but its the wrong
assumption. I'm your cousin, Renee." I declared as I
put my suitcase down.

"Bull shit, you think I don't know my own sister. What
sort of a game are you playing?" she asked as she sat
up.

"That was me in Amanda's room this morning. I came
in during the night after you had gone to bed. Your
father knew that I was coming, so he let in into the
house. Then he let me stay in her room. Because the
airport lost my luggage yesterday, I borrowed some of
Amanda's clothes this morning. We are almost the
same size. I was half asleep this morning and didn't
want to get into a lengthy explanation with you about
how much I look like Amanda. When I saw her
pictures, I knew that people would confuse me with
her, while I'm here, so I changed my appearance to
help people tell us apart." I responded.

"Bull shit. Just because Dad believes everything that
you say, don't expect me to do the same. I'm your
sister. I covered up for you when you had the
miscarriage. Remember? So what the hell is going on."
she said.

I managed to keep from grimacing as I heard the
miscarriage word. My god, what else was there that I
don't know about my daughters. I handed her the
phone as I commanded "Call her. If she is there on the
phone and I'm here, then my story must be true."

She grinned as she replied "I know what's going on.
You bet someone that you could get me to fall for this
bullshit. Well, let's see what's on the other end of the
line."

She dialed the number and when the other end
answered, she looked puzzled for a second before she
asked "Amanda? This is Cathy." Then she looked at me
as she asked the person on the other end of the phone
connection "What's the combination to your old school
locker."

Her face turned white as Amanda gave her the
combination. Then Cathy muttered quietly "Never
mind, I'll call you back later to explain."

She hung up the phone and walked slowly around me
before she said "The resemblance is truly remarkable. I
didn't know you existed. Why haven't we met before?"

"My parents work for the government and have official
reasons that they must have a very personal life. I was
just as surprised to find out about you and my other
family. So I came to visit and to get to know some of
my unknown family."

******

For the next hour, we chatted about our lives as she
tried to find out why her parents had never told her
about her cousin Renee. I responded to her many
questions by making up facts about Renee's life story,
trying to remember what I answered so that I didn't
trip myself up later.

She finally became convinced that I really wasn't her
sister and was one of her relatives. I answered enough
questions about other relatives so that she had to
believe me.

She showed me around the house because "Dad"
didn't do it before he left. She thought it was better if I
stayed in the guest room instead of Amanda's room
because Amanda was coming home in a couple of
weeks. While I unpacked, she took a shower so that
she could get ready for her date.

"Renee, come here, please." Cathy shouted from her
room.

I entered her bedroom to find her lying on her bed with
just a towel wrapped around her as she flipped
through a photograph album. As she sat up, the towel
displayed her thighs and her tuff of dark trimmed hair
between her legs, causing me a moment of distraction
as I tried to keep from staring at her. She said "Look,
here are the latest pictures of Amanda. Except for the
hair, you're her twin."

I sat on the edge of the bed as Cathy held the album
for me to look at the photographs of the Palance
family. I looked at the picture which was one that I
had seen many times before; but pretended it was my
first time. As Cathy flipped through the album, my
attention kept changing from the photographs to
Cathy's partially exposed breasts. The loosely wrapped
towel was exposing her breasts almost to the nipples.

Then Cathy declared "When Amanda comes home, I
want you both to get naked so I can compare your
naked body with her naked body."

"What if she doesn't want to do that?" I asked as my
heart seemed to stop.

"Amanda is very open minded. But you're right. My
curiosity sometimes gets me into trouble. I don't want
to do anything to upset you. Look at the time. I've got
to get ready for my date."

She stood up, letting the towel drop to the floor. I
watched her naked firm teenage butt jiggle as she
walked across the floor. She opened one of her
drawers, removed a panty, and slipped it on. As she
put them on, she turned so that I was staring directly
at her exposed breasts with their tiny bullet-like
nipples. She opened a talcum container and lightly
slapped her breasts with the talcum pad. I had to
concentrate on keeping myself from staring as I
watched her caress and spread the talcum on her
chest and boobs. I kept reminding myself that she was
my daughter. Then she selected a bra which she put
on as she walked into her bathroom. I was getting
turned on by looking at her naked body.

From my position on the bed, I could see her stand in
front of the bathroom mirror because she didn't shut
the bathroom door. It was the first time that I had ever
seen her without any trace of modesty. Maybe, it was
because she accepted me now as a female peer instead
of her father.

She said. "Do you think that I need to lose some
weight?" She turned as she raised her arms to put on
deodorant. I found myself staring at her bra and
panties.

She's no longer a child. My little girl is now and forever
a woman, I thought, as I found myself staring at her
almost filled-out bra. Feeling Cathy's eyes on me, I
flushed and looked away. What am I thinking about, I
wondered as I replied "No, you look great."

I put the book down and walked back to the guest
room, feeling very light headed. After a couple of
minutes, Cathy stuck her head in the doorway as she
informed me. "Gotta go. Because Dad's out of town, I'll
stay out a little longer tonight than normal. Or I just
might bring Jeff back here for a quickie. My bed is
more comfortable than his backseat. Naw, that's not a
good idea. Whenever he comes over here, I can't get
him to leave. See you in the morning."

I practiced putting on my make-up and trying on
different combinations of clothes for the next couple of
hours. I didn't realize how much time had passed until
I heard a noise in the house. Knowing that Cathy
wasn't home yet, I had to investigate the unknown
noise. I pulled on one of Amanda's robes and turned
off my bedroom light. Then I gently opened the
bedroom door, being careful to not make any noise.

I saw a dim light coming through Cathy's partially
open door. I stood in the hallway and looked through
the small slit created by the open door. Her bedroom
size had a king size bed in the middle of it, and the
wall length closet was covered with mirrors, which
made the room look twice as large. I could see Cathy's
dresser mirror and reflected in the mirror was the
image of a naked Cathy sitting on some boy's body. I
could see them clearly because the light in her
bathroom was on. I knew that I should return to my
room, but the reflected sight of her slowly humping her
ass on his cock intrigued me. As I watched, I could
hear her whimper get slightly louder as her passion
became more intense.

As I watched their lovemaking, I saw the boy roll Cathy
over so that he was now on top in the standard
pushup position, rubbing his hairy chest against her
tits. In the dim light, his ass looked very hard and
muscular. I was still staring at his ass and could
almost see his hard cock in that dark area between his
legs. Then Cathy made a high pitched whimper as she
wrapped her legs around his ass, picking herself up so
that she was supported by her arms wrapped around
his neck and her legs. I saw her body tightened and
then heard her let out a loud, deep groan. The boy
rammed himself deep into her and then she slowly
eased back onto the bed. As she unwrapped her legs,
he started his humping again. I had seen enough.
Really too much. I quietly tiptoed back into my
bedroom and closed the door. My cock was rock hard
from watching them.

I lay in my guest bed, feeling like the room was
spinning. All I could think of, was her naked body, her
young perky breasts, her little hair covered mound,
and what it would be like to make love to her. I found
my hand sliding into my blouse and rubbing my own
breasts as I thought about Cathy's body. About how
she was sharing it with that boy. Whoever the hell he
was.

I thought about what it would be like to undress
myself and to slip into bed with them as they made
love. I thought about what it would be like to stick my
cock into her while I sucked his cock. I had never
participated in a menage a trois, although my wife and
I had frequently joked about having someone join us.

I could still smell the faint smell of the perfume that
she was wearing when she stuck her head into the
door earlier. It was one of my favorite perfumes. The
frustration was feeding my adrenaline.

I unfastened my jeans, pushing my panties down to
my ankles, letting my cock rise to its most natural
upright position; then I removed my blouse and bra. I
lied naked on the bed, thinking about Cathy's little
honeypot between her creamy thighs. One of my
former favorite bedroom activities was to eat my wife
out as she lay on her back, humping her golden
triangle to my tongue's flickering action. God, how I
missed her and doing that to her.

I was exploring my new body, touching it with gentle
fingertips. First across my chest and then cupping
each breast with one hand, I began to stroke the upper
sensitive skin with the other, moving closer with each
caress to the areola and nipple. My hands roamed
across my breasts, feeling the nipples and the small
papilla around them. I massaged myself, savoring the
new stimulation of my sensitive, erect nipples. They
weren't hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and
sensitivity I hadn't experienced before. I grasped the
nipples between my fingers, gently pulling and
twisting. A breath of cool air blew across my naked
body as my hand move down my abdomen, across my
narrow waist, until it found something very familiar.

While one hand was rubbing and squeezing my new
female breasts, the other hand was stroking my very
erect cock. As I masturbated myself, I dreamed that it
was my wife's lips around my cock. As my stroking
became faster, my daydream partner alternated
between Cathy and my wife.

My daydream seemed so real. I could almost taste her
delicious cunt as I thought about her luscious body. In
my dream, I could see that golden altar between her
legs. That precious temple of perfection. That altar of
delight which brought me such tremendous
satisfaction. As I masturbated myself, I knew that it
was the most pleasurable masturbation that I had ever
experienced.

Then I thought about the boy's hard ass and my day
dream changed to include his hard young body. While
I hadn't seen his cock, I imagined it to be the same size
as Nick's. As I pretended that I was sucking on Cathy's
pussy, I pretended that he was fucking me in the ass.

I could almost feel their hands explore and caress my
very sensitive she-male body. I could almost feel the
moisture from her lips and tongue as she teased me
between my legs, bringing me to higher peaks of
pleasure. I could almost feel his cock slide up and
down into my ass.

Than I tensed as I felt that wonderful relief build up
deep inside me and rush through my inner network of
tubes. As I exploded, shooting the white milky cum
pumping up onto my belly and breasts, I jacked harder
as I opened my mouth trying to shoot some cum to my
waiting lips.

When my gasping breathing finally subsided, I was
coated with cum. I found a thick gob just above my
belly button, which I moved to my lips with my
fingertips. Then I used my tongue to taste my warm,
salty cum. I had tasted my cum before but it had
always been mixed with my wife's juices.

Chapter 6 - The medical exam

I drifted off to sleep wrapped in a sheet. When I woke
up, it was dark outside, the guest bedroom smelled
like a whorehouse and my body was still coated with
dried cum. I changed the linens.

I started the shower. The water flowing across my skin
was so relaxing. I picked up the woman's razor that
was lying on the shampoo rack and looked at my legs.
Well, if I'm going to look like a woman, I'm going to be
shaving my legs instead of my face. I shaved carefully
under my arms and my legs, and then I began to
cautiously shave between my legs. Lathering, shaving,
rinsing, and repeating this until the area between my
legs was as smooth and bare as a baby's cheek. After I
shaved my legs, I shaved under my armpits.

As I stood under the shower stall, letting the warm
water rinse my body clean, I started feeling funny
again. But it was a different type of funny. Instead of
being aroused and feeling the euphoria from my
masturbation, I felt so alone, so vulnerable, so sad, so
little, so hurt, so alone. I experienced any emotion that
can be associated with misery as I lay there. I found
myself curling up into a little ball as I sunk to the floor
of the shower stall. I lay on the bottom of the shower
crying as the water beat down on me.

******

I was sitting almost naked on a female examination
table in Doctor Johnson's office. It was one of those
tables with the gynecological exams stirrups. I wore
one of those flimsily paper robes that covered the front
but exposed the back.

Doctor Johnson entered the room, followed closely by
his nurse. He picked up a chart, with Amanda
Palance's name on it as he commanded "Ok, young
lady. Let's start with a pap smear. Please take your
robe off."

I removed the robe. As Doctor Johnson turned around
to examine me, I heard his nurse gasp as she saw the
cock between my legs. I watched Doctor Johnson eyes
as he saw the same thing. For about ten seconds he
said nothing as he looked at me from head to toe, with
a lot of time spent staring at my middle. Then he asked
"Ok, so you aren't Amanda. Who are you?"

******

I told him what happened to Richard Palance. After ten
minutes of intense questioning, he believed me. After
swearing his nurse to a vow of silence, he canceled the
rest of his normal appointments to rush me to the
hospital; where he put me through a complete series of
medical examinations, including a mammogram.

About four hours later, we were sitting in a spare
hospital doctor's office as he reviewed the first test
reports. Then he noted "It will be about ten days before
we get all of the test results back, even though I've
done everything possible to expedite them. Looking at
the preliminary test results, you appear to be a normal
teenage girl, except for your penis. It's obvious that
you don't have a vagina, but part of my tests were to
see if there was an internal uterus or fallopian tubes.
In that respect, you're a male. Looking at your
hormone levels, I see an extremely high amount of
female hormones coursing through your body now.
That is why you're feeling and acting funny. The
hormones are causing you to experience the complete
gauntlet of emotions that can be invoked by hormones.
That explains why you feel so aroused sexually at
times and why you can't do nothing but cry. Think of it
this way. You still have your male brain, but it's now
being stormed with female hormones. You would go
through a similar trauma if you never had any caffeine
in your life then drank twenty cups of coffee. As your
body becomes more used to the hormones, you will
learn to adapt to the mood fluctuations."

"So my internal body is female, except for the penis
and one testicle."

"I didn't say that. I reported that you had the
appearance of a girl. From your description of your
masturbation experience last night, you have a fully
functioning penis that is capable of intercourse."

"What can I do?"

"We can try to surgically correct your body so that
you're clearly one sex or the other. We can do an
Orchidectomy or castration, which will reduce some of
the male hormone levels. Then we can do a genital sex
reassignment surgery, which would turn you into an
almost fully functioning female except that you can
never bear children. Or we can take another option,
which is to turn you into a male. We would do a
Mastectomy to remove the breasts, then rely upon
hormone treatments to give you some masculine
features, such as beard growth, potential male pattern
baldness, and rougher skin. At your age, there
wouldn't be much potential of getting extra bulk, so
you may spend the rest of your life looking like a
small, slender feminine man. Either way, you will
probably have to take the appropriate supplemental
hormones for the rest of your life. Going from a
middle-aged male's body to a teen-aged female's body
is enough to make you lose all sense of yourself, much
less when you add in the affects of the female
hormones to your ego. Or we can leave you alone. With
today's surgical options, there are a lot of people who
have chosen to have similar bodies. The choice is going
to be your decision, because you're the one that will
have to live with your decision. Whatever you decide,
we won't do anything that involves non-reversible
surgery until we are sure that you have had ample
time to consider the ramification of your decision."

"That's not much of a help."

"Sorry, but you must remember that you're probably
the most unique person in the world right now. For all
practical purposes, you don't exist. Your fingerprints
don't match either Amanda or Richard's prints. It will
be several days before we get the results of the DNA
test back but I'm willing to bet that it's a mixture just
as your fingerprints are. You don't have a computer
record as to your birth, your schooling or your legal
position. Your lawyer is going to get rich claiming your
legal rights from your old identity for your new
identity. Because you're so unique on how you were
transformed, there are too many unknowns for the
medical profession to make any decisions. Will your
body continue to change so that you become more
female or start reverting back to it's male roots? Does
your body have forty-seven years accumulation of
aging or nineteen years? Will you start aging so that
you quickly catch up your true age? There are too
many unanswered questions. We can help you with
some of the minor problems, such as trying to
maintain a hormone balance so that you don't blow a
gasket as the hormones rage through your body. The
most sensitive area, is when do we bring in outside
help? As long as I'm the only one treating you, you can
be assured of my silence. But if it's necessary to bring
in a publicity seeking specialist, then you stand a good
chance of getting your picture on the front page of
every paper in the world. What do you want to do?"

"Why don't you watch me for the next ninety days.
Then we can make a decision."

"Good. For the next ninety days, you visit me every
work-day morning. Some days, I'll only need a urine
sample or blood work, but most days, I'll have to take
different samples. I want to watch you for at least two
weeks before I prescribe anything. So for the next
couple of weeks, you have to wing it. Can you handle
letting your hormones control your body and your
emotions?"

"I'll have to."

"My last question is, when are you going to tell your
daughters who you really are?"

"Not yet. I don't want them to worry about me. As long
as they think that I'm Renee and that their father is
taking a traveling vacation, they will relax. So I'll be
Renee to them until it gets where they are wondering
where their father really is."

******

It was almost dark as I pulled into the driveway. My
medical tests had taken all day. As I entered the
house, I saw that Cathy was wearing an ankle length
print slipdress over a white finely ribbed baby tee
shirt. She looked like she was going on a date. She put
in "I was getting worried that you were lost. Or out
with that nerd, Tommy. He has called twice to talk
with you. Or to Amanda. I didn't tell him about the
difference between you and Amanda. But enough
about that asshole, I've got a surprise for you. I talked
to my boyfriend last night. Told him all about you.
Especially how much you look like my older sister. He
called his older brother so we are all going out tonight.
We have to get dressed because they'll be here soon to
pick us up."

"I can't go out. Not tonight. Its been an extremely long
day and I'm still trying to recover from my jet lag."

"Look Renee, you've got to come with us to help me. If
you don't, all of us will stay here tonight. And I almost
didn't get Jeff to get dressed to go home this morning. I
don't want him getting too used to sleeping here."

Something rang a warning bell in my subconscious.
Here was Cathy talking about letting her boyfriend
sleep with her and I wasn't getting outraged over that
boy violating my daughter. In my own house, at that.
For some reason, that seemed like a normal event. I
paused for a second, collecting my thoughts, then
asked "Cathy, I don't want to butt into your business,
but aren't you too young to be having sex?"

She didn't hesitate as she responded "Up until about a
hundred years ago, it was normal for girls younger
than me to be already married; and to have a child or
two. Then someone decided that it wasn't normal for
any person to have sex unless they were legally an
adult. I can't have legal sex the day before my legal
birthday, but can have sex the next day. How much
can I mature in that one day? I remember Daddy used
to tell me about being drafted at age eighteen, then
going to Vietnam to kill people. Not quite yet twenty-
one, he was allowed to drink beer in the military but
when he returned to civilian status, he couldn't buy
beer. No, I recognize that the laws are supposed to
have a good intent, but they restrict my personal
rights to be able to have a choice over my own life.
Those laws were forced on me by someone that never
met me or bothered to find out if I've got enough
common sense to watch out for myself. That person
probably hadn't engaged in sex with his wife in the last
three years, but had sex with someone else's wife every
month. And a congressman wants to guide my morals.
I could go to court and get my declared an adult,
which a lot of kids have done, so that they could work
at jobs which require adult hours. Don't make me
laugh. I enjoy sex. I felt frustrated constantly until I
found out that sex can relieve that frustration. I watch
who I indulge in sex with, when I participate in sex,
and make damn sure that I've got adequate protection.
Funny, but they teach us how to protect ourselves in
the ninth grade, but we can't legally have sex until
several years after we get out of high school, unless we
get married."

"I see. What if your parents don't want you to have
sex. They know you and your maturity level."

"My father is a very understanding man. He wouldn't
like it, but he would understand. Look at the time, we
have to get you ready."

"I didn't bring any clothes for going out. All I've got are
jeans and shorts."

"No problem. Amanda has a full closet that should fit
you. Come on."

As a result of her constant cajoling, I was soon
standing in the living room, wearing a short pleated,
red tartan skirt, a black low-cut T-shirt with detailed
trim, a weathered woman's denim jacket and knee
high black boots. And a pair of panty hose. Thank god,
that I had shaved my legs and underarms last night.
She helped me put my make-up on because we were
so far behind schedule. I was still trying to figure out
how to get out of this mess when the door opened.

For a second, I was pissed because some boy had the
nerve to walk into my house without knocking first.
But as he and his brother walked in, something
happened as I looked at the brother. I started feeling
warm inside as a small wave of warm sensations
gently floated through me. Jeff walked straight to
Cathy and gave her a kiss. While they were kissing,
the other boy said "Hi, don't let Jeff's lack of manners
make a bad first impression on you. My name's
Danny. When Jeff declared that you were Amanda's
twin, I thought that he was only kidding. I was two
years ahead of her in high school but I remember her
quite well."

Jeff quit kissing Cathy but was holding her tight as he
felt her slowly. He turned his head to look at me as he
put in "You're one beautiful woman. Why don't the
four of us get undressed and get better introduced?"

Cathy pulled away as she groaned "Cool it, big boy. Or
I'll bite it off."

******

It was very awkward to be in the back seat with Danny
as Cathy and Jeff drove us to a kid's nightclub. It was
the only place where we could get in, because Danny
was the only one with an ID showing that he was over
twenty-one. I had already picked up my phony ID but I
didn't have to use it. I felt different emotions as I sat in
the back seat, talking to Danny, watching Cathy as
she teased Jeff while he drove.

At the club, I was stunned when the loud music
blasted away at my eardrums. The club was packed
with kids, but Jeff managed to find a table. As we sat
down, Cathy pulled Jeff out onto the dance floor.

Danny raised his voice so I could hear it above the
noise as he asked "Wanta dance?"

"I haven't danced in years."

"Is that something your mother taught you to say?" he
yelled above the din of the music.

Realizing my error, I corrected myself by responding
"I've never been much of a dancer."

"Trust me." he requested as he lightly pulled me. There
was a special warmth, a sort of vibrancy that passed
through my fingers from his skin as he eased me out
onto the floor. I looked at the other couples dancing.
Even someone as naive as me could see that there
wasn't too much body contact. Just a lot of body
shaking as you move around the floor with your
partner.

By the second song, I was feeling comfortable with
myself from the way that I caught the music's rhythm.
It felt good to dance. The movement, the rush, the
occasional touch by my dance partner, felt so right.
When they played a slow song, I started to leave the
floor, but Danny gently spun me into his body. For a
moment, we stared into each other's eyes waiting for
the correct beat before we started dancing. I could feel
him guide me as we danced around the floor. I could
feel his hard, firm body pressed tightly against my
body. I could smell his warm, sweet smell as we
rubbed against each other. I noticed his eyes taking in
every inch of my exposed skin. By the time the song
was over, I was ready to go to bed with him. Or with
anyone. I knew now that my hormones were causing
all of these strange emotions and loss of logic. I
remembered when I was a man, how my little head
would start thinking for my big head. That's the same
thing that was happening to me now, but the little
head was confused as it sent different signals to my
brain.

Danny led me back to the table where Cathy was
sitting on Jeff's lap as he rubbed his chin against her
tee-shirt covered breast. As we sat down, a girl walked
by "Hi, Amanda."

I turned to smile at her. I didn't want to get into any
explanation with her at this point. Danny noted "You
do look exactly like Amanda. Which is one reason that
I was so eager to let Jeff talk me into this tonight. I
remembered how attractive Amanda was in high
school."

"So how do I look?" I cooed.

"As far as I'm concerned, you clearly are the most
attractive woman in here."

******

Jeff wanted to leave to go to the house so that he could
fuck Cathy. It was easy to tell that Cathy was getting
turned on also. Danny was non-committal but I knew
that I attracted him. My problem was that I couldn't
place myself in a situation where I might lose control
or wind up in bed with him.

As time passed, they became more insistent that we
leave. Finally, I knew that I was going to have to
concede to their request.

As soon as we got in the car, Cathy attacked Jeff with
a passion that I never expected from her. She got on
her knees, pulled her skirt up and sat on his lap facing
him, in the car's front seat as she dry humped him.
Jeff groaned "Oh yeah, baby. You know how to make
me hard. Lift your shirt so I can see your tits. I love to
fuck you. You make me so hot. My tongue can't wait to
lick those tits of yours. Show them to me."

I watched them for a minute before Danny blocked my
view as he kissed me. It was a soft and gentle kiss, but
it lasted several minute, becoming more passionate as
I responded to his gentle tongue probing. We broke for
air. He whispered "You're more beautiful than Amanda
could ever be."

Then he kissed me with a very deep passion. I was
feeling the same emotion and felt his hands ease
under my tee-shirt. I know that I tensed because he
withdrew his hand.

But we continued kissing. As his tongue probed deep
within my mouth, he was running his hand up and
down my legs from my boot tops to a stopping point
several inches above my knees. I had to concentrate to
keep from spreading my legs because I wanted him as
much as he wanted me. As he ran his hand over my
thighs, feeling the silky stockings, my leg muscles
tightened under his gentle touch. He licked my ear, as
he stroked my thighs and lower legs. I licked his neck,
loving his slightly sweaty masculine taste.

This time, I didn't resist when his hand again slipped
under my tee-shirt. I pulled his shirt out of his
trousers and was running my fingers freely up and
down his hairy, muscular chest. His kinky chest hair
tickled my exposed skin even as his chest pressed
tightly against my body. When his hand cupped my
breast through my bra, I tensed but didn't resist. I
didn't resist thirty seconds later when he unsnapped
my bra, allowing his hands to freely cup my breasts. I
was gasping for breath as he slipped down in the seat
so that his face was rubbing against my belly. I held
his head as his tongue probed my belly button, then I
guided him up so that his face was between my
breasts under my tee-shirt.

I felt nothing but raw lust for the handsome man
sucking on my breasts. I could hear the distant heavy
breathing from the front seat where Jeff and Cathy
were probing each other's still clothed body.

"What's going on in here?" shouted someone as they
tapped on the carglass. I looked up to see someone
standing outside the care with a bright flashlight
shinning on Cathy.

Jeff rolled down the window then muttered "Hi, Officer
Jacobs. Thought you were off duty tonight."

"Look kid, I don't want any parents riding my ass
because of your overactive hormones. Get out of my
area."

The cop turned and walked back to his squad car as
Cathy scooted off of Jeff's lap. I used that moment to
regain control. "Take me home, please. Look, Danny, I
like you, but I can't let this go any further now. I've
some very strong personal reasons why I can't have
sex with you. Believe me, I would if I could."

Chapter 7 - Behind locked doors

I knew that Jeff was going to spend the night in
Cathy's room. I couldn't take a chance of him trying to
slip into bed with me as I slept so I locked the bedroom
door. I wasn't worried about Danny coming back
because I could tell that he was a gentleman. Danny
wasn't happy because I wouldn't go any further, but
he hid his displeasure.

I undressed then lay in the bed thinking about him
and the way I felt about him. About what it would be
like to let him make love to me. In the dark, I slipped
out of the bed, found my pantyhose and put them
back on. At least as far up my thighs so that I could
play with my erection. I masturbated myself, while I
rubbed my legs through the pantyhose, pretending it
was Danny's hands doing it to me.

******

Doctor Johnson took some more blood samples. He
had nothing new to report.

For this examination, I didn't have to get undressed. I
was wearing sunglasses, a bright yellow low-cut
spandex tankdress, pantyhose, sandals, and had some
of Amanda's jewelry on. He looked at me as he asked
"From your outward appearance, you're adapting to
your situation quite well. How are you doing inside?"

I spent the next ten minutes telling him about Danny,
about almost submitting to him in the backseat of the
car, and about masturbating myself to sleep again.

"Sooner or later, you won't be able to control yourself.
You will wind up in bed either with him or someone
else. What are you going to do, if they react negatively
to your penis?"

"I guess that I'll have to cross that bridge when I come
to it. Do you know why I'm adapting so easily to my
new sex."

He leaned over, sniffed my neck and noted "I like the
smell of your perfume. That may be part of why you're
adapting so easy. Its hard to be a man when you smell
like a woman."

"Sorry, it was on the dresser and I also liked the smell.
Part of my experimentation to see what I like."

"Would you believe that at some point in your life, you
were a female?"

"I don't understand."

"For the first thirty-five to forty days after conception,
all mammal embryos start forming the basic female
structures - uterus, fallopian tubes and vagina. All
embryos begins as a female with the basic female
structures, until it looks like a recognizable mammal,
with toes, fingers and eyes and a heart. Then
depending upon the chromosome of the sperm that
fertilized the egg, the sexual development continues.
For male embryos, two genes switched on to start the
embryo on its way toward manhood and dissolves the
female parts of the original embryo. It's a combination
of the genes and chromosomes that define whether
you enter life as a male or female."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"That's because I don't know. The method that allowed
you to become younger, change sex and become an
almost duplicate of your daughter is unknown to
medical science. If we could duplicate with other
people, what happened to you, then I would retire a
very rich man. Just as your body modified itself to
become a clone of your daughter, you mind may have
modified itself in some unknown way. You did notice
some personality changes. I've also noticed some
personality changes as you become more comfortable
with yourself."

"So my personality could be a clone of her personality
also."

"Or a mixture of her personality, your personality, and
your new personality that is reacting from all the
changes in your life."

******

I returned home, to find Jeff's car and Cathy's car
parked in the driveway. As I got out of my car, Danny
gave a low wolf whistle from one of the open living
room windows on the front porch. I smiled at his face
peeking through the window as I walked up the steps.
I didn't need him to be here today.

Before Danny could say anything, Cathy opened the
front door. She was wearing only a hot pink string
bikini bathing suit and sandals. She declared "Water
problems at school today so they sent all students
home. I called Jeff and to see if they wanted to go for a
boat ride. Hurry up. Get changed into a bathing suit."

"I don't have one. I can't go with you. Sorry."

"Taa-daa. Here are some of Amanda's bathing suits."
she responded holding up a couple of bikinis. I looked
at them, knowing that I could wear either of the tops,
but there was no way that I could wear any of those
skinny bottoms, without exposing my penis.

"Please go. The only reason that I'm going, is because I
want you to go with us. If you aren't going, then I won't
go." requested Danny. I wanted to look at his face, but
I was drawn to his flat, muscular chest, that was
lightly coated with chest hair.

Ten minutes later, I was standing in Amanda's
bathroom, quickly trimming my pubic hair so that it
wouldn't hang out of the bathing suit. Cathy
volunteered to help, but I declined her assistance.

Because of her insistent pleading, I forced myself to
look in Amanda's clothes until we found a bathing suit
that I could really wear. It was a bikini, but the bottom
had a swim skirt on it. After I trimmed myself, I put on
the string bikini top, then the spandex bottom with its
swim skirt and looked at myself in the mirror. With my
penis and testicle tightly tucked up between my legs, I
did look like a woman. As long as I watched how I sat,
I could pull this off. I grabbed a couple of towels,
planning on keeping one handy to hide behind as
needed. I put on a stonewashed denim empire dress to
cover my body as we traveled. As I came downstairs,
Cathy popped a wide-brimmed beachhat on my head.
She was wearing a blue button-down tankdress to
cover her bathing suit.

Jeff had some beer in the car. I sipped a beer as we
rode out to the lake, feeling the beer's effect on my
body. Or was something else affecting me. It might
have been sitting in the back seat of the car with
Danny's almost naked body; that was only partially
covered by a tight speedo bathing suit. Seeing his
muscular thighs, his lightly coated hairy chest, his
firm chest muscles, and his washboard belly, was
enough to create a little sexual frustration in me.

By the time we got to the lake, I was feeling horny.
Very horny. Danny didn't help any as he rubbed lotion
on my neck while he whispered sweet bull shit into my
ear. My breasts felt sensitive as they strained against
the tight bikini top.

I was glad to get out of the car, to stretch my legs as I
tried to restore my composure. Danny and Jeff carried
the cooler down the path to the cabin. The boat was
tied up at the dock, so we put the cooler in it, climbed
aboard and cruised down the lake. Jeff found a quiet
cove, with a little swimming beach. Danny helped Jeff
carry the cooler up to the grassy spot. While Danny
and I were spreading out the blanket, Jeff walked back
to the boat, where Cathy had stripped down to her
bikini as she applied suntan lotion to her body.

I turned my head quickly when I heard the boat motor
start again. Jeff had pushed the boat out. With a wave
of his hand, he shoved the boat into gear, so that he
was leaving us stranded. I watched as they raced out
of sight as they went around the cove's point. Danny
apologized "I didn't know he was going to do this. I
promise to be a good boy. To behave myself. You know
the typical boy scout promises."

"I shouldn't have come." I muttered quietly, before I
realized how it must've sounded to Danny.

"Sorry. If you like, I'll walk down to the point where I
can wait for them to come back. They won't go far. He
is looking for a place where they can skinny-dip then
fuck each other."

I smiled at him. Although he was young, he was quite
mature for his age. "No, please stay with me. It isn't
you. I just don't want to get into a relationship with
anyone at this time."

"Fine with me. I just got out of college, and have to
worry about getting my career going. Let's go
swimming."

I removed the dress. As I dropped it to the ground, I
could feel him stare at me. But only for a moment,
before he grabbed and carried me to the water. I lightly
fought him all the way, even when we went under
water. As soon as he dunked me, he turned me loose. I
put my foot against his chest and pushed off,
underwater.

I came up about thirty feet away. He took a deep
breath as he slipped back underwater, headed for me.
I swam away, knowing that his more powerful strokes
would quickly catch me. I was right. A strong wrist
grabbed my foot and jerked me underwater. It wasn't
deep; he could stand but it was over my head. For the
next ten seconds, we had a free-for-all no-holds barred
underwater fight. When we both surfaced, we were
laughing. But only briefly, as he ducked underwater,
swimming between my open legs, then he wrapped his
massive thighs around my legs as he pulled me under.
I fought him as we grappled underwater, knowing that
I wasn't hurting him. When we surfaced this time, he
had a funny smile on his face. Then he ducked
underwater again as he rammed his head between my
legs. I locked my ankles so that I was squeezing his
head as tight as I could for five seconds, before I
released my hold. When he surfaced, he grabbed me,
pulling me tight against his body as he kissed me. I
melted into his body, putting my arms around his
neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

For at least a minute, we kissed slowly, softly. My
arms went around Danny, holding him tight as we
kissed, tongues eagerly darting in and out of open
mouths, running lightly across our parted lips. I felt
Danny's hands on my back, as my own fingernails
were digging into his flesh as I became more aroused. I
don't believe this, I thought; I'm kissing a man. I was
wrapped around his waist, supporting myself on his
solid frame. Then he softly asked "Who are you?"

"Who do you want me to me?" was my husky response.

"My lover."

"I can't be. I told you that I've got personal reasons
why I can't make love to you."

"Listen closely to me. When I went away to college, I
was very naive. I still had my old high school jock
mentality. I had to fuck a different college girl every
night or there was something wrong with me. After I
got away from my high school crowd, I began to realize
that the women that I were chasing, weren't what I
wanted. They were attractive, fun to be with, and often
good lovers; but something was missing. To make a
long college history story short, one night I picked up a
woman when I was slightly drunk. We went back to
her place to her couch where she gave me the best
blow job that I ever had. She went into the bedroom to
change into something more comfortable. I peaked
through the door slit to watch her as she undressed."

"Typical voyeur. Is that what turns you on?" I
whispered as we lightly spun in the water.

"I saw her pee from a standing up position. She had a
penis tucked into her panties. I ran naked from her
apartment, carrying my clothes as I ran. I dressed in
the stairwell. I went back to my dorm and used every
combination of mouthwash that I could."

I didn't say a word. I didn't like where this was going.

"I finally went to sleep. I dreamed about her or him or
it all night. When I woke up, I had the hardest boner
that I had ever had in my life. I tried to talk to a friend
about what happened but got laughed at. Then I shut
up. But I couldn't get her out of my mind. I'd think
about her at night when I was trying to sleep. After
about two weeks, I somehow found the courage to
knock on her door. She opened her door and just
stared at me. I apologized and asked to come in. She
let me come in. I told her that I was sorry that I had
ran out. She asked me why I came back. I told her that
I didn't know. Only that I felt drawn to her. She smiled
at me as she lit a cigarette. She sat back down on the
couch where she had given me the blowjob. She
crossed her leg, exposing the finest set of legs that I
had ever seen. She asked me if I was attracted to her. I
affirmed that I wanted her. When I declared that, she
put the cigarette out, dropped to her knees so that her
face was level with my zipper. She whispered `Bring
the big boy to mamma.'. I felt myself step forward. As
she unzipped my trousers, I could feel the hardest
erection that I had ever experienced. She dropped my
trousers around my ankles. As she wrapped her warm
lips around my cock, she dug her fingernails into my
butt so hard that I thought she was cutting me. After
she sucked me off, she got back on the couch, lit
another cigarette then asked me if I was going to run
away again. I told her no. She stood up, helped me
step out of my trousers and led me by the hand back
into her bedroom. She finished undressing me and
ordered me to lie naked on her bed."

I was thinking about unclasping my legs so that I
could get off of him. But he was still holding me tight
so that I had to face him as he talked. He continued
"She pulled her dress off so that I could see that she
was only wearing panties and a bra. She turned off the
bedroom light so the only light in the room was from
the faint light down the hallway. She straddled my
body, bending and kissing me as she brought me fully
aroused again. She gently stroked my cock as she
asked me `Why did you run?'. I told her `I saw you pee
standing up. You have a cock.'. She smiled, licked my
cock with her warm tongue. Then she asked me `Why
did you come back?'. I responded truthfully when I
told her `I want to make love to you.' She asked `I was
going to go out tonight. I've cleaned my rectum in case
I picked someone up. Do you want to fuck me?'. I
nodded my head. She unsnapped her padded bra,
revealing some small breasts. They didn't look like
male or female breasts; but they definitely weren't
male breasts. I discovered later that she wasn't too far
into her hormone treatments. The nipples were pouty,
but there wasn't too much there. Then she removed
her panties, letting me see her cock as she put a big,
cold hunk of Vaseline on my engorged cock. She
straddled me so that I slid inside her rectum. We
fucked two more times before she sent me home that
night."

"So why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"Marie was my lover for most of my college stay. Once
a month, we would spend a weekend together. I
quickly learned to provide her relief just as she
provided me relief. After I came home, none of the girls
around here really interested me sexually anymore.
Jeff knew that I used to have an secret crush on
Amanda in high school, so he pushed me to go out
with you. I guess that I'm bi-sexual because I like my
sex both ways now."

"How long have you known? About me, that is."

"Last night when I first met you, I knew that you
weren't comfortable about something. You looked very
natural, but your mannerisms weren't what I expected
from a natural woman. You didn't sit like a woman,
walk like a woman, or talk like a woman; although you
tried to make small talk like a woman. Your
mannerism's were more male than female. As the
evening went on, I decided that you were real. But
maybe your sexual orientation was butch and that you
didn't have too much experience showing your
feminine side and you were just trying to be kind to
me. Later on, when we were playing in the car, I
accidentally brushed against you and felt a definite
erection. I didn't want you to know that I recognized it
as a penis. I was trying to figure out how to brush
against you again, when the cop showed up. Today,
Cathy was letting Jeff suck on her titties as you
changed clothes. I came upstairs to surprise you. I
knocked lightly but you were running water in the
sink. I opened the door and could see you shaving
yourself. I saw enough to know that my assumption
was correct last night."

"Do they know?"

"I didn't tell them. Especially Jeff. If he ever knew that
. . . . , well, if he ever knew about some of the things
that I learned to do, he would die. Big brothers have a
image to live up to."

"What do you expect from me?"

"Now that know each other secrets, I want nothing but
a chance to see if we can get along. You didn't say
what your personal reasons were, but I wanted to let
you know that I'm more understanding than you think
I'm. To me, you're a woman. I'll treat you with the
same respect as I treat any woman. I'll buy you
flowers, hold the door open for you, and be proud to
walk down any street holding your hand. I want to be
your man and want you to be my woman."

Chapter 8 - Was it as good for you as ....

"Take me." I softly commanded.

There was clearly lust in his eyes but it was tempered
with something I couldn't define. All I knew was that
he was exciting me in a way that I had never
experienced before. His body twitched as my skin
rubbed against his skin. This only heightened this new
and wonderful arousal coursing through me.

I was still wrapped around his waist, floating in the
water. He had his hands around my lower back,
supporting me. I slowly eased my arms from around
his neck. I found the tie strings for my bikini top and
pulled on it, letting my straps drop down. I reached
behind me and found the snap. I watched as the bikini
top floated away from my breasts, because of the slight
padding in the cloth's top.

Danny softly whispered in a husky voice as he stared
at my nipples "Your breasts look very real. I was
admiring them last night before I accidentally rubbed
against you. I was wondering what it would be like to
bury my head between your soft flesh."

"My breasts are real." I whispered back, hearing the
same husky sexy sound in my voice. "No surgeon gave
me those breasts. Now are you going to do anything or
just spend the rest of the day talking? Those two
clowns will be back soon."

He attacked my breasts with his lips as he started
walking out of the water, carrying me onto the shore.
My breasts ached as his lips pressed hard against
them. I knew what I wanted, at that moment, more
than anything else; and I knew that my life had
changed forever.

He buried his face in the cleft between my breasts and
began to lick me. His hands slid up my side to cup my
breasts as his tongue slid first up one slope to circle
and flick the nipple, then down across the valley to the
other peak. as he took my nipples hungrily into his
mouth.

Lifting his mouth from my wet breasts, Danny looked
up at my face, allowing me to see his dark eyes
glowing with lust, before he dropped his head to my
nipple again and sucked like a hungry baby. I groaned
a light moan of pleasure as he wrapped his tongue
around my rubbery nipple. With his tongue and lips,
he was making my nipples stand erect. I could feel
them jutting out with a red-hot heat radiating from my
now sensitive nipples.

I was rubbing my boobs against his hairy chest as he
carried me up on shore. He placed me down on the
blanket so that I was lying on my back. Then he
slipped out of his bathing suit, revealing his large,
heavy engorged cock. His cock looked enormous. It
was already oozing precum steadily.

I slipped out of my bikini bottom, letting my small
penis escape from its tucked position. He kneeled as
he whispered "Your breasts are so firm and beautiful.
You have the most beautiful body that I've ever seen.
Does Amanda have a penis also?"

"No, she is the real thing. Think of me as an almost
clone."

He began caressing both of my breasts with both
hands. He pinched both nipples hard, causing my
nipples to tighten into knots. I moaned as I felt my
cock beginning to stiffen. He ran his huge hands over
my body, stroking my thighs, teasing my cock as he
massaged my buttocks.

We found each others tongues as we probed deeply
into each other's mouth. It surprised me that his lips
were so soft and his hand so gentle on my flesh. I
craved his touch and wanted him to explore all of my
body.

The touch of his hands had caused me to lose control
again. I was gently using my leg and back muscles to
slightly hump myself as he played with me. When he
leaned over and licked my cock, I groaned as I grabbed
his hair, holding his head there. For about ten
seconds, he sucked my cock into his mouth. Then he
pulled loose as he commanded "Roll over. I want to
take you doggie fashion."

I rolled over, bent my knees and sat up so that I was in
the classic bitch position. I felt something cold as he
rubbed some lubricant on my little rosebud. When I
felt his hand on my ass with his fingers lubricating my
greased ass-hole, I started to panic. "It's ok. There will
be just a little pain, then you will feel the most
pleasurable sensation possible. Just relax."

I took a deep breath and braced myself. He whispered
"No, you're still too tense to accept me. Let me relax
you a little."

I knew it was a gentle shove, but it felt as if he
rammed his index finger all the way in. It was as if a
hot poker had been shoved up my ass. The shot of
pain roared through me, causing me to gasp from the
pain.

"I don't think I can do this. If your finger hurts this
much, your cock will kill me." I cried.

"Relax. Is this your first time?"

"Yes." I groaned.

"I thought so. Just relax, take a deep breath and try to
relax as I prepare you."

He didn't remove his finger completely, but pulled it
almost all the way out, then slowly slid it in and out,
spreading the lubricant. Although that caused some
pain, the pain was very minor, compared to the first
invasion.

His finger inside me was beginning to feel good and I
had already almost forgotten about the pain. I pushed
my ass back against his probing finger, and bowed
deeper as I slightly arched my back. I was
concentrating on pulling his finger deep inside me,
when he suggested "Just relax. I promise to make sure
that you enjoy this just as much as I do."

He spread my legs as he eased in behind me. I put my
head down, raised my ass as high as I could for him,
and spread my legs wide. With his knees he pushed
my legs apart as he withdrew his finger from my ass. I
jerked as he rubbed his large cock against my ass-
cheeks gently applying pressure and gradually opening
them up. He stroked it up and down, then positioned
it at the entrance to my ass.

He began to rub the cockhead up and down my crack,
from my swinging testicle, over my asshole, and back
again. I felt him move his weight on top of me. He was
rubbing the jelly up into my asshole with each stroke.
My entire crack felt as if it was slick, soaking wet. He
began to press it against my ass with a firm steady
pressure. We held this position for a second or two but
the pressure of his cock on my ass remained steady
and relentless. I groaned loudly when he pressed his
large and thick cock forward.

He didn't completely penetrate me at first, thank god.
But what he did, caused enough pain to make my eyes
water. My spincter held for a few seconds, before it
yielded to his gentle forcing, as he played with me.
Before I could say anything, he pressed harder again,
easing himself into my ass. The head slipped in
suddenly, and I gasped from the intense pain.

He groaned, "Hold on. If we give up now, all that pain
was for nothing. Relax so I can push the rest in
slowly."

Tears were streaming down my face. It was extreme
pain, but I found myself pushing back on his cock,
allowing his cock shaft to slowly inch its way in,
stretching my rectum beyond imagination.

He paused as I jerked from my own movement, but he
held onto me, keeping me from pulling away. When I
quit my involuntary jerking, he began to move it a little
deeper in my asshole, slowly, introducing a little more
cock with each tiny stroke. He went slowly at first to
give my muscles a chance to expand to accommodate
his huge cock.

How do you describe pain that feels good?

Although it hurt, I wanted more. I was gasping for
breath and sweat was dripping off my nose. I allowed
his hands on my waist to gently rock me back and
forth as he continued his forward thrust. I arched my
back and groaned from the mixture of pain and
pleasure.

He was fucking me and I was enjoying it. As I pushed
back, I reached behind me with one hand to pull apart
my ass-cheeks hoping to give him more access. I
wanted him so badly. As he furiously pumped my ass,
all I could do was bounce back and forth and try
desperately to match his movements.

He was leaned over me so that he could nibble on my
neck as he reached around, finding my hard cock. As
he thrust himself into me, he was using his hand to
masturbate me.

The pain was tremendous, but somehow, it felt
wonderful. And only lasted for a couple of seconds
until it was replaced by one of the most pleasurable
sensations that I had ever experienced. He was slowly
stroking it deep inside me, causing my muscles to
expand to accept his large cock. He was going in and
out. In and out. With each stroke, he was going just a
little faster and deeper into a very tight area.

Without warning, he jerked his cock out of me. I
groaned and reached back for him. He bent over as he
nuzzled my ear, whispering "You're so hot. I like that. I
like for it to be very hot. I like it when it's virgin tight. I
like to put my cock into a slippery, hot ass. Now that
I've told you what I like, it's your turn. Tell me you
want it. Tell me you have to have it. Tell me what you
want me to do."

He was stroking his cock against my rosebud. I opened
my mouth but found it difficult to talk. I groaned
"GIIIIIVVVVVEEE IIIIITTTTTTT TOOOOO MEEEE!"

He slid into my ass slowly until all of his shaft was
inside me. I moaned as my body started jerking again.

When the jerking stopped, he resumed his humping.
He was also jacking me off with one hand, while
holding onto me with the other hand. I gasped when I
first felt his fingers toy with my pubic hair. Then as his
hand wrapped around my very erect small cock, I
moaned involuntarily, releasing a low, throaty sound
of confusion and desire. He nibbled on the base of my
neck as his fingers softly stroked me. As I felt another
man's hand gently caressing my cock, my mind short-
circuited. My low moan changed into a sharp cry of
pure delight as my body reacted to Danny's touch.

Suddenly I felt myself getting ready to come. I tensed
up as that familiar wave collected in my body and
roared down my tubes. As the cum spurted out, he
kept stroking me, pumping me dry. I tried to collapse
but he held me up, keeping me in position as he kept
pounding his huge cock deep inside me.

I knew that it was only a couple of minutes, but it
seemed like hours that he fucked me. He never l