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The Inner Man by Baberntzen It was a shock to find out that my wife thought that I was having an affair. She says that a friend of hers saw me going into a motel with Karen, my secretary. I tried to tell her that whoever her friend had seen, it wasn't me. I admitted that I had taken Karen to lunch now and then, and I also freely admitted that Karen and I got along well and treated each other more like friends than supervisor and employee. However, that's as far as it went. I thought I had cleared things up and that my wife, Sue, believed what I had said and that would be the end of it. However, one day a couple of weeks later, when I got home from a late night of work, I found my wife and one of her friends, Sybil, sitting in the living room finishing off the last of a bottle of wine. Actually, more than one bottle, I found out later. I couldn't take too much of Sybil. She considered herself some kind of 'new age mystic', and was always trying to interest Sue in books and meetings about all kinds of weird and mysterious things. She dressed funny and seemed to be about as unstable a personality as there could be. They had known each other since childhood, however, and there was no way I could split them up. I tried to give Sue a little kiss as I walked through the living room, but she was too unsteady and smelled strongly from the wine. I was kind of disgusted with her, especially since she and Sybil had been making a habit of getting together in the afternoons for wine and who knew what else. They had been together an awful lot since Sue and I had had our disagreement about Karen. Sybil's ex-boyfriend, one of many that she had managed to lose in the past few years, had left her just about the time that Sue had accused me of having an affair. Sybil's parents had died when she was a child but had left her with a large inheritance that meant she didn't have to work. That left her with plenty of free time to spend with Sue. I went upstairs to change my clothes and then I was going to make some dinner. I could see that Sue was in no shape to cook. As I passed the upstairs bedroom that I had fixed up as my study and home office, I could see that my computer was on. That pissed me off because I didn't like it when Sue messed with my computer. I went in to turn it off, but I noticed that it was logged onto the Internet and was connected to some weird site. It was something called 'Fictionmania'. The name suggested that the site must have something to do with writing. Sue had always claimed that she wanted to be a writer, but as far as I knew, the only things she ever wrote were checks. Checks to clothing stores, checks to shoe stores, checks to jewelry stores. Anyway she could spend money was fine with her. I should say now that in spite of any problems we had, I deeply loved Sue, and I was sure she felt the same about me. I didn't even mind that much that she spent a lot of money. We kept all the bills paid, our car was fairly new and she did look good in the clothes she bought. She had been a knockout when we got married and even though it had been a few years, she still looked just as good as the day we got married. Out of curiosity, I started checking out the 'Fictionmania' website. It did appear to be about writing, but the stories there all seemed to be about the same thing, men somehow being changed into women. What a nutty thing to write about! I must have become more engrossed in the computer than I thought, because I suddenly became aware that both Sue and Sybil were standing behind me. "What the heck are you doing reading this kind of stuff?" I asked Sue. "These are some of the weirdest stories I've ever seen. What kind of man wants to become a woman?" Sue and Sybil looked at each other and then Sue said to me in a slurred voice, "Here Tom, I made you a drink." It had been a long day, and a drink did sound good. Maybe she was getting over being mad at me and was finally forgetting about Karen. "Thanks, hon!" I took the drink and sipped at it. "Drink up, Tom." Sue said. "It'll make you feel better." I took a big sip and then another. It did taste pretty good. I put the glass down and started to log off the Internet and turn my computer off, when I started feeling dizzy. "Wow! You sure made that one strong." I said and then tried to stand up. I made it, but I didn't feel too good. "I shouldn't have started on an empty stomach." I said. "Lay down on the bed for a few minutes, Tom." Sybil said. "You'll be all right soon." That sounded like a good idea and I weaved my way into our bedroom, leaning on the wall. I took off my jacket, and sat on the edge of the bed. I had just loosened my tie, when I lost control and fell back on the bed. I tried to talk, but I found that I not only couldn't move my mouth, I couldn't move anything except my eyes. I seemed to be paralyzed and I started to panic. Sue and Sybil looked at each other and then Sybil said, "See, I told you it would work. Help me pull him all the way up on the bed." Sue looked scared, but helped her and they clumsily pulled me up so I was lying across the mattress. "I'll get the book." Sybil said. Sue just stood there, kind of weaving back and forth, obviously more than a little drunk. In a moment, Sybil returned holding a leather bound book that appeared to be quite old. "Are you sure we should do this?" Sue asked. "I mean, I want to teach him a lesson, not kill him or anything." My panic had started to subside, but I was still scared and nervous. "It'll do him good." Sybil said. "All men are scum, they should all be taught a lesson." She started leafing through the book. "Now where was that page?" "Maybe we should just let him sleep it off, Sybil. He looks pretty scared. I don't really want to hurt him." Sue looked as scared as I felt. "Just let me handle it, Sue." Sybil said. "Let's do exactly what we planned. Help me get his clothes off of him." They proceeded to clumsily remove all my clothes, being none too gentle about it, which left me lying helpless and naked on the bed. Sue looked a little embarrassed about what she was doing, but Sybil had nothing but contempt in her eyes. She looked up and down my naked body, and despite my panic and my lack of control of my muscles, I felt the beginnings of an erection. Both of them saw what was happening to my member and in a disgusted tone, Sybil said, "Look at that, Sue. I told you, men just can't control themselves." I sure didn't plan on getting one, but it must have been some side effect of the drug they gave me. Sue seemed to lose some of the scared look she had and it was replaced with an expression of disgust, matching the one on Sybil's face. Sybil looked at me and started talking. "Tom, you hurt Sue more than you can ever know, screwing around with that secretary of yours. I only wish I had that no good boyfriend of mine here, too. I'd do the same thing to him." She had the book open to a certain page and set it down on the bed. Then she took a box off of the dresser and opened it. She took out a little bottle of some kind, and began to sprinkle the contents of it on me. It was cold and it seemed to sting a little where it touched my skin. After a few moments I began to feel lightheaded and somewhat numb as well as still being paralyzed. "You ready, Sue?" Sybil asked her. "Are you sure this is going to work?" Sue asked. "We're going to feel awful silly if this doesn't do anything." "Oh, it'll work, don't worry about that." Sybil answered. "Now what did you want him to look like?" I had no idea what they were talking about, but Sue walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer, removing a magazine or thin book from it. It was just far enough out of my line of sight, that I couldn't see exactly what it was. She took it over to Sybil, and opened it up. "How about this one? Seems like the type he might go for." Sybil smiled at her and said, "Not bad, that'll teach him." She paused and then said, "But..., you know..., I've got an idea. Doing what we originally talked about might be too good for him. Let's make it a little more interesting." Then she leaned over and whispered in Sue's ear. Sue first had a thoughtful look and then a smile developed. A kind of evil, drunken smile. "That does sound interesting. Okay, let's see how he likes that." "Hold the book for me, Sue." Sybil said, and as Sue held it open for her, she began to read from it. What she was reading sounded like it was in some foreign language and as she read, she held one of her hands directly over me. Looking at her hand, I saw she held some kind of shiny, translucent stone in it. As she continued reading, I thought I saw the stone begin to glow and thought the drug they had given me was starting to affect my eyesight. Then, I realized, it really was beginning to glow, brighter and brighter. Before long it was so bright that it began to hurt my eyes, but I found I couldn't look away from it. I gradually became aware of something else. Although I was unable to move voluntarily, my body was moving on it's own. I felt twitches and spasms in my arms and legs, and in spite of the numbness I had felt a little earlier, my skin now seemed to become more sensitive than normal. Through the twitching and spasms, I felt a strong tingling all over, but centered mainly on my chest, my head and between my legs. The skin over my chest seemed to be too tight, somehow, and my scalp was itching like crazy. The strongest sensation was between my legs. The erection that I had felt coming on before seemed to intensify. My dick had never felt so hard before. It felt like it was as hard and solid as a rock, but strangely enough, it seemed to be moving. It almost felt as though it was moving down farther between my legs. Then, the skin on my balls also began to feel tight and I could have sworn I felt them moving around in my sack. As I was lying there, I suddenly realized that Sybil had stopped reading and both her and Sue were just staring at me. Both of them had their eyes wide open and Sue's mouth was moving open and shut, but I heard no sound. The stone or rock that Sybil held was still glowing just as brightly and the light suddenly seemed to envelop and overwhelm me. I felt consciousness begin to slip away and I passed out. I don't know how long it was before I woke up, but I suddenly opened my eyes and at first didn't know where I was. The room was dark and I looked over at the window and noticed that either it was getting dark outside, or daylight was just coming. I was wide-awake. There was none of the morning grogginess that I usually felt when waking up. In fact, I felt great. I started to move a hand up and push my hair out of my eyes and discovered that someone had put me under the covers. I clearly remembered everything that had happened before I passed out and was glad to discover that I could move again. I was lying on my back with one hand on my stomach. As I moved my hand up to get it out from under the covers, I managed to poke myself in the chest, somehow, with my thumbnail. It was painful and I made a mental note to trim that nail. As I moved my hand again, I suddenly realized that the chest I had poked was a lot puffier than I remembered. I managed to get my hand over my swollen chest and as I started to push my hair back, even in the dim light, I noticed that my hand looked strange. I held it in front of my hands, turning it over and back, noticing that my nails were quite long and even more odd, my hand looked much thinner than before. I suddenly became aware of other, strange sensations from the rest of my body and quickly sat straight up, the covers falling down to my waist as I sat there. I looked down at myself and was astounded by what I saw. The body I saw was definitely not my own. From what I could see, I appeared to have suddenly acquired the body of a woman. A very well endowed one from the weight I felt on my chest. I threw off the covers and pulled myself over to the edge of the bed. I quickly reached over and turned on the light on the nightstand. As I did so, I almost knocked over the light. My arms were shorter and by habit, where I was reaching was not quite where the light was. I leaned over farther and found the switch. As the light came on, I looked down at myself again. This time, a long mass of hair fell over my shoulders and hung down on either side of my head, obscuring some of my vision. As I pushed it back I noticed that it was not my normal dark, almost black hair, but a soft, golden blonde color. Holding the hair back with one hand, I looked down at my chest and saw the two large and very firm breasts hanging there, bobbing gently up and down and from side to side as I moved. The sensation of these large masses of flesh moving around on my chest was so alien, that I almost didn't notice an even bigger change farther down. Sitting there on the edge of the mattress, my feet barely touched the floor. Bending slightly forward to look down between the tits on my chest, I saw a tiny little patch of blonde hair between my legs..., and nothing else. My cock was definitely gone. I stood up; or rather I tried to. I was totally unfamiliar with the dimensions of this new body, and the messages my mind was sending to its muscles were for ones that were of a much different shape. I immediately fell to the floor. I carefully and slowly pulled myself up; leaning on the bed, and with much concentration managed to stand up. I stood for a couple of minutes, just learning to balance myself on legs that were much shorter and slimmer than my old ones and on feet that seemed to be only half the size of the ones I remembered. In the same slow and careful manner, I took one step, and then another. Once I was up and moving, I felt more steady, but walking in my new body, I was almost overwhelmed by new sensations. Again, I pushed the long, blond hair out of my face and I could feel it gently brushing against my back and shoulders. I could feel the tits bobbing around on my chest as I moved. My body felt all wrong. At the same time, my hips felt too wide and yet my legs brushed together as I walked. I also felt as though I were walking kind of pigeon-toed, with my feet turned inward. I looked down and saw that they weren't. It was just that like most women, my hip joints now forced my legs to move in a new and feminine way. The biggest feeling, or lack of it, was between my thighs. I obviously didn't expect to feel my old penis and balls, but the empty feeling without them, was very disturbing. I shouldn't say that there was nothing there. If I looked down, I could just see, below the small patch of blond pubic hair, the very slight bulge of a small female mound. From the angle I was looking, I couldn't see anything hanging there, but I could have sworn that I could almost feel something similar to my old penis being squeezed a little with each step I took. With small steps I walked over to the dresser and looked at myself in the mirror. Looking back at me was a young woman in her early twenties, maybe even a little younger. From the height of the dresser compared to my body, I guessed that I was no more than five-foot, three inches tall. I doubt if I weighed much over one hundred pounds. My body was slim, but with a very full bust, a tiny waist and well formed hips. I put my hands to my face, feeling the new form and the soft, flawless skin that came with it. My hair was, indeed, a golden blonde, and was long enough to hang over my shoulders. It was also soft and full, with a slight wave to it. My nose was tiny and upturned, and I had green eyes. My eyebrows were thin and also very light in color. Running my hands down my chest and over the tits, I found them to be large but very firm. They were larger than Sue's, and more firm. Holding them in my small hands I felt their heft and the quite alien feel of them hanging off of my chest. The color of my new skin was quite fair and without a visible blemish. On the tits, the slightly darker nipples were larger than I would have thought they should be, and seemed to be harder and protruding. Rubbing them with my fingers, though, produced no more sensation than I had ever felt there before. Strangely, I felt a little disappointment at that. Sue had always loved it when I paid attention to her nipples during our lovemaking. Just a slight touch from my fingers or tongue had been enough to make them stand right up and the sounds that she made when I gently sucked on them; told me they were quite sensitive. Mine, however, just didn't feel all that much different than before. Turning to the side, I looked at my profile. The tits were large and stood out it front of me, the nipples looking as though they were erect. My waist looked just as thin from the side but standing back a little from the mirror, I was able to see that my ass was nicely rounded. I rubbed my hands over it, tracing the roundness and feeling the soft flesh. As I was looking at myself and running my hands up and down my new curvy shape, I heard the bedroom door open behind me. "Tom...?" I heard Sybil's voice and saw her in the doorway. "Ah..., I thought I heard you moving around." She looked back over her shoulder. "He's awake Sue. Come on..., you've got to see this!" Standing there, very unsteady on my feet, I said, "What the hell have you two done to me?" I wanted to say a lot more, but the sound of my voice was just too strange. It not only sounded different; it even felt different to speak. The speech that came out of my mouth was much higher in pitch and timber than my old voice and even though I had intended to sound quite angry, it didn't have the same effect. I thought I sounded like some teenaged girl. Sue and Sybil both came into the bedroom. I stood there, naked and angry, my small hands balled up into fists. I felt like I wanted to hit something, or somebody, but since I was so short that I now had to look up at both Sybil and my wife, I realized I couldn't do that. Sue put her hands over her mouth and quietly said, "You said it would work, Sybil, I just didn't believe you. I saw it happen and I still can't believe it!" Sue slowly walked over to me, looking at me closely as she did. "Is that really you, Tom? How do you feel?" I was really upset. "How the hell do you think I feel?" I turned to Sybil. "This is ridiculous! You did this to me, now change me back, and I mean right now!" "Not till you've learned your lesson, Tom." She looked at Sue. "Now don't go feeling sorry for him. Remember what he did to you." Sue's face took on a cold and hard expression. "Yes, Tom. You deserve this, fooling around on me, after all the time we've been together. How could you hurt me like that?" I exploded in a long string of profanity and invective directed at any and all women and Sue and Sybil in particular. When I was done with that I finally said, "I told you, I didn't do anything! I never cheated on you with anybody! And anyway, how is this," I pointed to myself, "going to solve anything? Turning me into a girl is supposed to teach me something?" Sybil spoke up. "That's the beauty of our plan, Tom. We didn't actually turn you into a woman, or girl as you put it. Believe it or not, you're as male as you used to be. In fact I added a little something to the spell to actually increase your sex drive." "Sybil, what the hell are you talking about?" I still felt a little unsteady and sat back down on the edge of the bed. I grabbed a tit in each hand and pushed them up. "You call this male?" I spread my legs apart and looked down at my crotch. "Am I not missing something that's supposed to be here?" I asked, pointing at the empty place between my legs. "The truth is, you're not missing anything, Tom. Just let me explain." Sybil came over and actually sat down on the bed next to me. "This better be good." I said, in as menacing a tone as I could muster with my new voice. "And then you're going to change me back..., or else!" "Or else, what, Tom? Are you going to try and hit me or something? Is the big, bad Tom going to beat me up?" She laughed at me, which made me even angrier, because I knew she was right. There was nothing at all I could do to her. I didn't say anything else, I realized I was at their mercy. "Now just listen." Sybil said. "At first, after we found out you had been fooling around with that secretary of yours, we didn't know what to do. Then I found this book in an old bookstore downtown and started reading it. It talked about changing people, and at first we thought of changing you into some kind of animal, a pig perhaps. We thought that would be appropriate." I tried to say something, but she just cut me off with a wave of her hand. "I told you to just sit and listen!" She said. "Sue was using your computer one day last week, looking up something about writing. She figured if she was going to be left at home while you were out with other women, she might as well find something constructive to do with her time." She paused and crossed her legs. "By accident, she came across that web site you saw, that had stories about men being changed into women. Some of the stories were about how it was done to punish a man for something. So..., we got the idea of changing you into a woman for a while to teach you how a woman might feel. But then, I started thinking. Being a woman isn't really punishment; I like being one, and so does Sue. I wouldn't want to be a man for anything in the world. So..., I thought, that really won't punish somebody. However..., I came up with the idea of just making you look like a woman on the outside." "Just what the hell does that mean?" I asked, feeling very uneasy. "Well..." Sybil continued. "That good-for-nothing boyfriend who just walked out on me, left a couple of magazines at my house with some of his other stuff, men's magazines, with pictures of naked women in them. We picked out that body from one of them. Something small and definitely female, we thought. The idea I had was, inside you're still a man." "Oh, yeah..., right!" I said, disgusted. "This is a man's body?" "Technically, it is." Sybil said. "If you were to take some kind of genetic test, they would find that your genes are pure male." She paused, smiling at me, like I would be impressed with her brilliance or something. "I changed you body so that it looks totally female, but inside, it's all man. You have great pair of tits, but they won't be as sensitive as mine, or Sue's. The female hormones that make the nipples into erogenous zones aren't there. Your nipples will feel just like they did before, only bigger. And, I made sure they look aroused all the time, like you've just had some guy playing with them." "Also, you think your dicks gone? Guess again. It's still there, just reshaped and molded into a perfect replica of a normal woman. It won't get hard or erect like it used to, but if you start masturbating, I think you'll find that eventually, you'll still have an orgasm and it will still produce normal, male fluids, or cum to be blunt and gross about it. Of course, I don't know what good it will do, you won't be able to stick that little weenie of yours into anybody. It's just not built for that anymore. Come to think of it, if you could somehow manage to get Sue to still have sex with you, and you were to be rubbing your 'vagina' against hers when you cum, there's just a tiny chance she might get pregnant." I was beginning to feel sick, but she still went on. "Your balls are also still there. I've just moved them up inside, to where a normal woman would have her ovaries. If I did it right, the spell also changed them so that the higher temperature from being inside your body won't hurt those millions of little sperm you're still going to produce." "I've reshaped you into what you were always chasing after. Now you can chase women all you want, but it's going to be the rare woman who wants you. In fact, guys will now want to chase you." She chuckled at that. "I've even increased your male sex drive a little so you'll want even more sex than you used to. But, your going to have a hard time finding somebody to satisfy yourself with." "I've changed your body so that even though it's still producing tons of male hormones, instead of making your muscles big and your dick hard, now they'll keep your skin soft, and your shape round and curving. Don't worry though, even though I've changed your shape, most everything else is the same. Your feelings, thoughts, emotions..., everything that was you, is still the same. I've just repackaged it a little. But, look on the bright side, Tom, you won't have a period or get pregnant or any of that real female stuff." "Sybil, you're sick, demented!" I said. "Now knock off this bullshit and change me back, right now!" "Not a chance, Tom." She said. "You're going to be like that for a whole year." "A year!" I yelled. "I can't be like this for a year. I'll go nuts if I'm like this for ten more minutes." "No you won't." Sybil said, smiling and looking at her nails. "You're going to learn how a woman should be treated, whether you like it or not." After a lot more arguing, yelling and finally pleading on my part, it became obvious that Sybil wasn't going to change me back, or at least not yet. Finally I just became too angry to talk and sat on the bed, trying to look disgusted. I tried crossing my arms over my chest, but the tits..., my tits, got in the way. Sitting there naked, in front of Sue and Sybil was getting to be too embarrassing. I asked Sue to get my robe or something for me to wear. She started towards the closet, but Sybil put a hand on her arm and stopped her. "Let's start Tom off right, Sue. His old clothes won't fit him anymore and neither will most of yours. You stay here and keep an eye on him, and I'll run over to that big K-Mart that's open 24 hours. Nothing else is open this early." Sue nodded to her and Sybil left. When she left, I tried to talk Sue into convincing her to change me back. "This is crazy, Sue, why are you doing this to me?" "You know why, Tom. Sybil saw you going into a motel with that slut secretary of yours." She paced back and forth as she talked. "I tried my best to keep you happy, Tom. Didn't I give you enough sex? Is that it? Sybil says that men can never get enough, but I thought you were different." No matter how I tried, she wouldn't listen to me. She said she kept seeing me go into that motel, and that was all she could think about. After a while, I gave up, at least for the time being. Besides, I felt like I had to piss. Or at least I thought I did. I felt pressure in my bladder, but it also felt like my bladder had been moved. I stood up quickly and again almost stumbled and fell. I was still not used to the smaller dimensions of my reshaped body and it was going to take a little practice to be able to maneuver it around. I was surprised that Sue quickly came over and helped me to stand up. "Are you all right, Tom?'' She asked. From her tone and expression, I was sure that she still cared about me, at least a little bit. "Yeah, I'm OK." I said to her. "Can you help me to the bathroom, I gotta go." By the time I had taken the few steps to the bathroom, I felt I could walk on my own. "I think I can make it from here." I told Sue. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want you falling again." "I'm fine." I said, sarcastically, but I was sure she still cared for me. In the bathroom, I pushed the door shut and stepped to the toilet. I stood looking at it, knowing that I wouldn't be standing up to take a piss any time soon. The lid was up, so I turned around and sat on the seat, feeling the cold plastic on my soft butt. I wasn't quite sure what to do. Did I have to keep my legs together? If I didn't would I spray all over the floor? I had seen Sue on the toilet many times, and she had always kept her legs together, but I was very curious about my new anatomy and spread my legs apart. Bending forward, I could see that Sybil had done what appeared to be a perfect job. I tilted my pelvis back slightly to see my genitals. Like a normal woman, my genitals were now down lower and between my legs. Spreading my legs had caused the outer lips of what I could only call my vaginal area, to spread apart a little. Using both hands, I spread them apart farther. I could see the inner lips, kind of puckered and fleshy and up towards the front, just above the opening, I could see what had become of my penis. It looked as though it had been shrunken and then split open along it's bottom side and then glued up against my body. I touched it lightly with a finger, and found that it still felt very much like touching my dick, except that now my dick was even smaller than the slim female shaped finger that I touched it with. I used my fingers to spread open the inner lips and could see the opening into my body. I pushed my index finger in, finding it warm and moist inside, just like Sue was. I moved my finger around inside, finding that although I could feel it, it was not as sensitive as my reformed penis was. However, the sensation of feeling something moving around inside me, in a place where I had never had an opening before, was strange beyond description. I also noticed that just as Sue used to get quite wet down there when I used to massage her pussy, I could feel a slippery wetness starting in response to the presence of my finger. I really had to piss by then and pulled my wet finger out but still kept my legs spread apart. I pressed with the same muscles that I used to, and a spray of urine came out from my slit. It wasn't the normal, well-defined stream that used to come from the head of my penis. In fact, it came from a slightly different area, farther down and back. It was also a wider spray that didn't have as much force behind it. I could feel the warm fluid as is got me rather wet down there. When I was done, as I had also seen my wife do so often, I wadded up some toilet paper and dabbed and dried the area. I was sitting there, still examining my new shape, when Sue softly knocked at the door. "Tom, are you all right? Can I come in." "Might as well." I said. "Nothing here you haven't seen before." The door slowly opened and Sue came in. Her eyes were wide as she saw me sitting on the toilet with my legs spread. "How does it feel?" She asked. "What the hell do you think it feels like?" I said, trying to sound as disgusted as my new voice would allow. "You should know what it feels like, it looks just like yours now." I spread my 'vaginal' lips apart again with my hands. Sue looked intently. "Amazing! I'm still not sure I believe all this. It doesn't hurt or anything, does it?" She asked. "No, it doesn't hurt." I said, trying to sound a little less upset. Maybe she would feel sorry for me and talk Sybil into changing me back. "And, if you think you're having trouble believing this, just think of what I'm going through. It just feels so damn weird that I can't begin to describe it." Sue stood back and I got up. I turned around and looked at my new self in the mirror over the sink. Sue was standing behind me, and she was a good three or four inches taller than I was. "My God, Sue, what the hell made you want to do this to me? You've got to believe me, I have never cheated on you!" "Sybil says she saw you, Tom. I've seen what she goes through when one of her boyfriends cheats on her, and I just don't want that to happen to me..., or at least to happen again." She looked like she might start crying. "We figured that once we teach you a lesson, you'll never want to cheat on me again." She looked down at her hands. "And then..., maybe we can go back to the way things were, before." "We can go back to the way things were just as soon as Sybil gets back!" I said. "I'll call Karen and she'll tell you. Nothings going on between us." "I don't know, Tom. Sybil seems to know a lot more about these things than I do. And how could I believe that Karen?" "Damnit, Sue, Sybil's never been able to keep a man for longer than a few months at a time. What the hell makes you think she knows anything about normal relationships?" I was feeling a little chilled, since I was still naked. "Let me get my robe or something. I feel silly standing around like this." Sue walked back into the bedroom and I followed her. She went into our closet and came out with one of her robes. "Here, Tom. You can wear this for now." "Like hell." I said, disgusted. "Just give me my robe." "Be serious, Tom. You're a foot shorter than you were and you weigh half as much as you did. You'd swim in any of your old clothes. I think even this will be big on you." Realizing she was right and anxious to put something on, I took it and slid it on. It was a little big, going almost to the floor and the sleeves were too long. The only place it fit was over my chest, which really pushed out the front of it. The other thing wrong with it was that it was that it had pale pink and pastel green flowers all over it, and lace around the collar and sleeve ends. I felt humiliated. For the next hour, I tried to convince Sue that I hadn't been unfaithful. I think I was just beginning to make some progress when Sybil returned. She came in struggling with several large bags. "How has our errant husband been doing, Sue?" She turned and looked at me. "Oh..., isn't that cute. Tom, you look adorable. Doesn't he, Sue?" "Please don't be so hard on him, Sybil. Maybe this has gone far enough, maybe he's learned his lesson and we should change him back now?" "Don't go soft on me now, Sue." Sybil sounded almost angry. "Believe me, they can be most convincing when they're trying to sweet-talk their way out of trouble. I've heard it more than once." I started to protest, but looking at Sue I saw that she was listening more to Sybil than me. I didn't want to make her and Sybil any angrier than they already were. I figured I should just play along until I could get Karen to tell them that nothing was going on between us. Sybil started dumping the bags out on the bed. There were piles of underwear..., female underwear, and another pile of dresses and another bag held nothing but pairs of shoes. I walked over and started looking through the stuff and didn't find what I was looking for. "Sybil, I don't see any pants here. You don't seriously think I'm going to wear a dress, do you?" I was afraid that I already knew the answer. "Oh, don't be silly Tom. For the whole next year, you're going to wear nothing but dresses and skirts. Don't even think about a pair of pants, if we catch you wearing any, we'll just have to extend your 'sentence' for perhaps another month or two." She came over and started picking through the piles. "Come on, Sue, help me pick out Tom's outfit for today." Sue pulled her aside and they started whispering. I tried but couldn't hear everything they were saying, but did catch a few phrases, such as, "...think he's had enough?", and, "...shouldn't we tell him...," I wasn't sure, but I thought maybe I had gotten to Sue a little bit, and perhaps I could convince them to change me back soon, if I played along for a little while. Finally they finished and together pulled some articles of clothing from the pile. From what I could see of the outfit they had picked out, I wasn't going to like it. But then, there didn't seem to be anything in the pile that I would like. "Why don't you go and make us some coffee, Sue? I'll help our little girl here get dressed." Sue looked a little reluctant, but left with a kind of worried expression on her face. "OK Tom, let's start with a bra and panties for you." I felt trapped and desperate, but didn't say anything. I took what Sybil handed me and tried to put it on. It was lacy and stretchy and was a shade of tan that was almost body colored. Amazingly I didn't need any help with the bra. I had seen Sue put one on enough times to know how it was done. I was a little clumsy about it, but I got it on. I notice the tag on the back of it said 34D. It felt a little snug, but it fit. Sybil came over while I was looking unbelievingly at myself in the mirror and said the straps needed adjusting. I told her they felt fine, but she tightened them anyway. It felt too tight, but I didn't say anything, I would change it later when I was alone. After the bra, Sybil handed me the panties. That's when I noticed they were of the thong variety. "Oh come on, Sybil! I'm not wearing those!" "Sure you are, Tom, and, you'll look just darling in them, unless you'd rather go without panties. Some women go without them now and then. I've done it myself, and now that you don't have any of that messy male stuff hanging down there, you can too, if you want." I knew when I was beaten, so I pulled them on. There was barely enough fabric for a little strip to cover the front of my crotch and only a thin string that nestled deep between the cheeks of my ass. It was rather uncomfortable. Next Sybil gave me a pair of pantyhose to put on. They were stretchy and didn't really have a 'panty' part to them but were completely sheer all the way up to my waist. As with the bra, I had seen women put them on often enough to know how to do it, and before long, I was standing in front of the mirror, seeing a very attractive young woman staring back at me, dressed only in her underwear. I could clearly see the outline of the thong panties through the pantyhose. Sybil then gave me the dress she and Sue had picked out. It was a stretchy little thing with short sleeves, and it was bright red. It had a zipper on the back. "Uh..., Sybil, do I pull this thing on over my head, or what?" I asked. "That'll work." She said. The dress was made of rather thin fabric, which had an amazing amount of stretch to it. It slid on easily over my soft, smooth skin and the shiny pantyhose. I didn't think it was going to fit, because it looked so small, but I managed to get it on. I was trying to figure out how to zip it up when Sybil came up behind me and pulled it up for me. "Uh..., thanks, Sybil." I said, still trying to make my little girl voice sound sarcastic. "Don't mention it, Tom. From now on, though, you're going to have to do it for yourself." It fit like a glove, following every curve of my reshaped body. The neckline was cut low and showed quite a bit of the cleavage between my tits. Looking at myself in the mirror, my nipples were quite visible through the fabric. It was also quite short, the skirt ending a good four inches above my knees even though I kept trying to tug it down. The dress hugged my tiny waist and stretched tautly over my hips, the front showing just a hint of the mound between my legs. Turning around and looking at my backside in the mirror, the bright red color seemed to emphasize the roundness of my butt. From the side, I could see that my pelvis now had that female tilt, or angle, to it that caused my ass to protrude in a most feminine way. Even with uncombed hair and no makeup on, I was a walking advertisement for sex. The only problem was, I was definitely going to attract the wrong crowd. "My God, Sybil, are you nuts? I can't go out looking like this." I was more scared than angry at that point. "Sure you can, Tom. You wouldn't mind if Sue dressed like that, would you? Now you can find out what it's like to be stared at and hit on all the time." "Don't be crazy, Sybil. Nobody goes around dressed like this all the time. You surely don't expect me to wear stuff like this all the time for the whole next year?" "Relax. We're not going to be quite that vindictive. We just wanted to give you a little shock treatment at first. After a few days, if you're good, we'll get you something a little more mundane to wear." She was walking around me, looking at me like I was some exhibit in a zoo. "For now, though, I think that's quite a good look for you. Come on into the bathroom and let me do something with your hair and get some makeup on you." Almost in shock, still looking over my shoulder at my reflection, I followed her. I found that walking in a tight dress and pantyhose produced some very strange sensations. The dress restricted the movement of my legs somewhat and the feeling of my slim, lycra covered legs rubbing together with each step had an almost erotic feel to it. With each step, I could feel the lips of my reformed genitalia rubbing together, feeling a little bit like gently stroking my cock used to feel. As good as the rubbing felt, though, the feeling of the thong panties stuck between the cheeks of my ass was annoying. The sight of my sexy new body, in the tight dress and the rubbing between my legs was getting me more than a little bit turned on. Even though I could feel some kind of arousal in my crotch, the absence of my penis hanging where it should have been, and the feel of the tits bobbing on my chest were so alien that I was beginning to feel dizzy. I was glad when we got into the bathroom and Sybil had me sit on the little chair that Sue used for putting on her makeup. I found that the bone structure of my new shape naturally helped me to keep my knees together when I sat, which was a good thing, because the short skirt of my dress seemed to get a lot shorter sitting down. I tried pulling on it, but there just wasn't enough fabric to cover as much as I wanted. Sybil saw my discomfort and smiled. "Now you're learning, Tom, keep those legs together, or you'll be giving a few free shows to all the horny guys out there." Sue came in with some cups of coffee on a tray. Her eyes opened wide when she saw me and what I was wearing. She didn't say anything to me, but she did giggle a little, and then she and Sybil started talking about what kind of makeup they thought would look best on me and what they should do with my hair. Sue plugged in the thing she used to heat the hair rollers she used sometimes and then stood watching and drinking coffee while Sybil worked on me. I had never worn any kind of makeup before in my life and had never had hair long enough to do anything with other than just run a comb through it. But, before long, I was sitting with hot curlers in my hair and my back to the mirror as Sybil put all kinds of strange feeling stuff on my face. The rollers in my hair were so hot, they seemed to be burning the skin, but neither Sue nor Sybil would listen to my complaints. The process seemed to go on forever, and I was in a little bit of a daze when Sybil finished with the makeup and quickly pulled the curlers from my hair. She spent a few minutes combing my hair, which almost felt like it was standing on end in places, and then her and Sue both stood looking at me intently, studying my face. "Good enough?" Sybil asked. "Gorgeous!" Sue said, nodding her head. "I wish I looked that good. Maybe you could use that book on me." They both laughed. I turned around and looked in the mirror. Staring back was the face of an angel. The makeup was perfect and my hair was curled and fluffed so that it had a wild and sexy look to it. I stood up and turned around, looking at myself in the dress and makeup. If I had still had the proper parts, I would have had a raging erection. I wanted to take the girl in the mirror and screw her brains out. The only problem was, it was me in the mirror. The makeup felt funny on my face and the lipstick left an odd taste in my mouth. Sybil had my hair curled and combed so that looking just slightly to the sides or upward, I could see my own hair. I was so stunned by my appearance that I didn't notice Sybil come up behind me. "OK, Tom, let's see how these look on you." She proceeded to put some dangling earrings on my ears. Perhaps I should say in my ears, because she had apparently given me pierced ears along with the rest of the modifications to my body. The feeling of them dangling and moving whenever I moved my head just added to the long list of new and alien sensations I was being forced to experience. I began to feel a little light-headed; all the changes were getting to me. I sat back down in the chair, and just stared at the mirror. Sybil again broke the kind of hypnotic spell I had been experiencing when she set down a pair of shoes by my feet and told me to put them on. "Oh no, Sybil!" I protested, shaking my head. "I'm not wearing any high heel shoes." The shoes had at least a three-inch heel and were a bright red, matching the color of the dress I was wearing. "It's either these, or you go out barefoot today, Tom." She said, threatening me. "We've got a busy day planned and I think you need shoes." Seeing that it was useless to protest, I put them on. The pantyhose I was wearing made my tiny foot slide easily into them. I stood up, holding onto the chair to steady myself. I was just beginning to get used to moving my new body around and was sure that three-inch heels wouldn't help. I found that just standing in them wasn't all that difficult. In fact, I amazed myself by walking around in them with almost no trouble. I was much shorter and lighter than I had been and that coupled with the excellent physical condition of the body that Sybil had given me made wearing high heels not much of a problem at all. I walked over to the full-length mirror that we had on the closet door, seeing my very feminine figure outlined and accentuated by the tight red dress. My full breasts bobbed slightly as I walked and my hips moved around almost with a mind of their own, thanks to the shoes. Standing there with my legs together, I was the very picture of a young, sexy woman, much too sexy, in fact. I was not only shocked by what had happened to me, but I was also sensing a strong feeling of arousal from my body, centered in my crotch. Intellectually, I knew it was me in the mirror, but my male mind was getting turned on by the sight of the sexy stranger looking back at me. I turned away. If I kept looking in mirrors, I was going to wind up in the bathroom, masturbating to release the pressure and tension. That is, if I could figure out how to do it with my new anatomy. It was so weird to feel strong sexual desire and arousal without the feelings of the beginning of an erection. I could feel something going on between my legs, but whatever was happening was definitely different from my old body. My mind was telling my body to react in a certain familiar way, but my body no longer had those parts, at least not in their original form, and whatever was going on down there was too strange to put into words. "Well, Sue? What do you think?" Sybil asked her. They were both standing behind me, watching me. "Not bad at all, Sybil. I'm still thinking about using that spell on me, I wouldn't mind looking a little more like that myself." "We can play around later." Sybil said. "Now I have to go home and get dressed so we can take our 'new friend', here, shopping with us. I want to get dressed up a little myself and you should too, Sue. We don't want old Tom to feel like he stands out too much." They both laughed, but Sybil seemed to be a lot more amused than Sue was. Sybil walked out with Sue and I could hear them talking in the living room. I just stood for a while, staring at myself, almost afraid to move. After a few minutes, Sue came back into the bedroom and I turned to her. "Have both of you lost your minds?" I said to her making it more a statement of fact than a question. "Have you thought this through at all? How am I supposed to go to work like this? I'm going to lose my job and then what are we going to do?" Sue looked at me and bit her lower lip. "Okay, Tom. I probably shouldn't tell you this; Sybil didn't want me to, but don't worry about that. We don't really plan on keeping you like that for a whole year; we just wanted you to think that for a while. It's Thursday, we thought you could call in sick for a couple of days and then we're going to change you back this Sunday." "Oh..., Sunday?" I was thinking that I could probably stand it until then. "You won't let on to Sybil that you know, will you, Tom? I promised I wouldn't tell you." "Okay, I won't. But, you guys have got to change me back this weekend! This is going to drive me nuts, going around looking like this, it's damned embarrassing!" Sue looked at me like she couldn't make up her mind about something. "The idea is to embarrass you, Tom, really embarrass you. After what you did, embarrassment is the least you deserve." We spent the next few minutes arguing. I again tried to convince her that I hadn't cheated on her and she insisted that I did. I tried to be careful not to make her more upset with me than she was. If they could change me as they had, I had better play along until I could get back to normal. Then, I was going to burn that book and smash that crystal. After a while, Sue said she had to start getting dressed. She headed into the bathroom and in a few minutes I heard the shower running. While she was in there, I looked around the house for the book, but either they had hidden it well, or Sybil had taken it with her. After her shower, Sue came into the bedroom and started to get dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. When she was putting her makeup on, I asked her, "How can you stand this makeup on your face everyday, Sue? And it feels so weird to have all this other stuff on too, especially these damned shorts..., uh.., panties." "You get used to it, Tom. I'd feel naked going out without at least a little makeup." She stopped and looked at me. "Of course, if I looked like you do, I probably wouldn't need it. You're gorgeous, Tom!" She giggled a little. I felt myself getting red in the face, but tried to keep my temper. "Goddamn it, Sue! It might be different if I were really a girl, if Sybil had really turned me into one, but I'm not. I don't feel like one and you two making me dress like this is just torture." "Relax, Tom." Sue said. "You deserve it, at least for a little while, and it's only for a few days." She finished dressing, having put on a nice skirt and blouse. "Don't you think you should call in to work? You would normally be there by now, wouldn't you?" "Now how am I going to call in?" I asked her. "I don't sound anything like my old self. You'll have to do it for me." "Oh, no!" Sue said, shaking her head. "I don't want to talk to your secretary. She's the cause of all this, anyway." "Well, this was your idea, Sue. You're going to have to do it, if you don't want me to get fired." She finally realized I was right, and called Karen for me. She was polite on the phone, telling Karen that I probably wouldn't be in until Monday, but there was an edge to her voice. While Sue was calling in for me, I felt the urge to pee again. Apparently my bladder was a lot smaller than it had been. I also found that wearing a dress and pantyhose made using the bathroom a lot more complicated than it used to be. I didn't know if I should take the dress completely off or what, but I managed by just pulling it up around my waist. I had seen Sue use the toilet many times and I did as she did, and pushed the pantyhose down just far enough to be able to sit and urinate. After I was through, curiosity forced me to push them down farther and examine myself again. I wiped myself dry, and then stared at my crotch. I found that my male mind was still excited by the sight of apparently normal female genitals. I touched myself and found that rubbing the wrinkled inner lips felt very much like stroking the underside of my dick used to feel. I kept rubbing gently, up and down, finding that it felt very good. I was becoming more aroused. Just as I started to rub a little more vigorously, I was startled by Sue knocking at the bathroom door, and then, coming in. "You going to be in here all day?" She asked as I quickly pulled my hand from between my legs. She saw my legs spread apart and that I was looking at myself. She smiled a little, shook her head and said, "Sybil really did quite a job on you, Tom." She looked closely at my crotch and with a curious look on her face asked, "Does it feel a lot different?" "Hell, yes." I told her. "How would you feel if all of a sudden you had a cock and balls hanging between your legs?" I thought I could detect a little bit of concern as well as curiosity, and so in a softer tone I said, "It's just too weird for words, Sue. Parts of it feel kind of like the old me, and I keep feeling a little horny, like I should be getting a hard-on, but it feels like it's all happening inside. And it's more of just a feeling of swelling or something, not like it used to feel at all." "Well, I keep telling you, Tom. Get used to it, at least for a couple of days." Sue said. She paused looking closely intently at my empty crotch and then said with a little smile, "Maybe I'll ask Sybil to give me a dick, like you said, and then we can both see how the other side feels." I was horrified at the thought and the look on my face told her so. "Relax, Tom." She said, patting me on the head. "There's no way I'd ever want to be a man. All that body hair and that rough skin..., yuck! Just thinking about having to shave my face makes me ill." The abhorrence I felt at hearing that idea must have shown on my face. Sue looked at me, shook her head and laughed. "You know, it might do you good to see what it feels like after all. Maybe we'll take you out to a bar or something and see how you like being felt up and propositioned by strange men." "Oh, come on, Sue!" I was getting scared. "You wouldn't really do that, would you?" "Well..., maybe not." She said and I felt a little relief. "I guess that might mean we're no better than you. But, you're the one who brought all this on. The whole idea is to teach you a lesson." "Believe me, Sue! Making me look like this, and dress like this is enough of a shock. Please promise me you won't let Sybil talk you into anything like that." "I won't, if you behave yourself." She said, sounding a little less vindictive than before. "And remember, you won't tell her that I told you when we're going to change you back." While we were talking, I stood up and wiped myself between the legs, feeling very odd doing so in front of Sue. I pulled my panties and pantyhose back up, again experiencing the discomfort of the thong. I smoothed the dress down over my hips and then walked out into the bedroom. Sue stayed behind in the bathroom, combing her hair. While waiting for her, I was thinking that just maybe, if I showed Sue a little affection, she might convince Sybil to change me back sooner. Just as she came into the room, after finishing her hair, I walked over to her and tried to put my arms around her. Several things happened. First I really noticed how short I was. I would have had to lean my head back to kiss Sue. Second, the feeling of my tits pressed against hers was extremely odd and unnerving, and my arms were now much shorter and weaker than before. Sue pulled her head back and then pulled away from me. "Please don't do that, Tom. I can't kiss you while you look like that, I'd feel funny kissing another woman." I felt anger again. "But you guys did this to me! And Sybil just finished telling me that I'm not a real woman, I'm still a man." "I know, I know." She said. "But your close enough so that kissing you is just something I'd rather not do now. Would you go around kissing me, if I looked like a man, even if I was a woman inside?" She had a point, I guess. I didn't like it, but I realized that romance or physical affection of most kinds was out of the question at least until Sunday. Sybil returned after a while, dressed like she was going to a business meeting, in a suit with a rather short skirt. Not as short as the one I was wearing, however. They had decided that they would spend the day shopping with me. They guessed, correctly, that going around shopping malls and stores all day, dressed as I was, was going to be some kind of torture for me. To make my discomfort complete, Sue and Sybil fixed me up with a little purse to carry, containing some makeup and other items they said I might need during the day. The day certainly started out as torture. We took Sybil's car, a small Japanese model, and getting in and out wearing the tight, short dress and the heels was definitely not fun. It seemed that Sybil picked our parking spots to make sure that I would always have an audience as I got out of the car. Wherever we went, I got a lot more attention than I wanted, especially from men. In the car, Sybil and Sue determined that it wouldn't sound right to be calling me 'Tom' out in public. Without even asking, they decided that I would become Tommi! I grumbled, but didn't really protest, not wanting to give Sybil the idea that it bothered me. After undergoing an ersatz sex change, being called Tommi wouldn't be the worst thing. We stopped for breakfast on the way to the mall, and Sybil made sure that the table we got was in full view of a bunch of young guys at the restaurant. I spent the whole time making sure I kept my knees pressed tightly together and trying not to return the obvious stares I was getting from them. I felt like I was on the menu at the restaurant. When they left, before we did, I was glad to see them get up, but they made sure they passed as close to our table as they could on their way out. I almost expected a couple of them to grab me on their way by. The waitress, who was rather plump and not as young as she wanted to appear, gave me a strange look when I ordered. I selected a large breakfast that I would normally have eaten with no problem, but Sybil broke in and told her to just bring me a small bowl of cereal, with skim milk. "We can't have Tommi putting on weight, can we?" She said to Sue. "Tommi, dear, your going to have to get used to being on a constant diet, if you don't want to fill out that dress more than you do already. Just one more fun thing we girls have to go through for the guys." I was really getting tired of her act, but I didn't say anything and just ate the cereal, still feeling hunger after I finished. I was glad to get out of the restaurant. At the mall, it was all I could do to force myself to get out of the car. Even though it wasn't very crowded at first, I felt ridiculous walking around in the short dress and heels. I felt as though every eye was on me. I tried not looking at anyone, but it was hard to walk around looking down all the time, and after bumping into people a few times, I decided to pay more attention to where I was going. Sue and Sybil chattered on together almost constantly, paying very little attention to me. I just followed them around from store to store. At first, I thought most of the women were ignoring me, but I quickly noticed that many of them, particularly the ones who were with men, looked at me out of the corners of their eyes, and the looks they gave me seemed to be disapproving ones. I knew it was the clothes I was wearing and my new figure, they must have thought I was some brainless bimbo, out trying to attract guys. If only they knew. Many of the men were less circumspect about looking at me. In fact, some of them openly leered at me, and I suppose I couldn't blame them. Only a short time before, I might have done the same thing, if I had seen a woman walking around, looking like I did. Being on the other end of a leer though, was not a very comfortable place to be. No matter what I did, I couldn't discourage the attention. Slouching around, with my arms crossed over my chest was uncomfortable and didn't help anyway. I finally gave up and tried to just ignore everyone. After about an hour of walking around, however, a strange thing began to happen. I started to get a little bit used to the clothes I was wearing and I relaxed and just went with the flow. So I looked like a woman? That's what people thought I was and I was dressed for the part. I even began to get used to the thong panties. I wasn't enjoying myself, by any means, but I figured that the less I looked like I was feeling discomfort, the sooner Sue and Sybil might get tired of parading me around and we could go home. At about the fourth or fifth store, I was really bored, and while Sue and Sybil were looking at some dresses I found myself staring at a couple of mannequins who were part of a bathing suit display. They were both dressed in skimpy bikinis that seemed totally impractical for the act of swimming. After a couple of minutes, I turned around to see Sue and Sybil both staring at me. "What do you think, Sue?" Sybil had a twisted smile on her face. "Don't you think Tommi, here could use a new bikini?" "Good idea, Sybil." Sue said, nodding her head. "It might help teach Tommi what it's like to be just a sex object, and what it feels like to have to wear something like that suit he bought me a couple of years ago." "Oh, come on Sue!" I definitely didn't want to try on a bikini. "I thought you liked that suit, you said you did."" "I did that just to keep you happy, Tom..., I mean Tommi." She was standing with her hands on her hips, giving me the look she always did when she was angry about something. "Do you think I enjoy walking around in public wearing next to nothing and having everybody stare at me?" I did remember her trying it on at home, but she always found some reason not to wear it after that. "I didn't mean it, Sue! You should have just told me you didn't like it, I would have understood." "Oh yeah..., right Tom. You would have sulked around like you always do when you don't get what you want. You just think of me as some kind of toy, some possession of yours. Well, women have feelings too, and what I feel right now, is that you should try on a few bikinis for us. And make sure you come on out of the dressing room, out here, where Sybil and I can get a good look at you." I knew that I was going to have to do it. They wanted me to parade around right out in the store so that everyone could see me. I felt anger, but I also felt trapped and a little bit afraid. I just stood and waited while they picked out a few suits for me and then I took them back into the dressing room area. Getting out of my dress proved to be almost impossible. I couldn't just pull it over my head without totally messing up my hair, and it wouldn't stretch enough to go down past my wide hips. Finally, I found that my new body was quite a bit more flexible than my old one, and I was able to get the zipper down without calling Sue for help. Staring at myself, naked, in the dressing room mirror, I again started to feel turned on. Being my own wet-dream was going to be a real pain. I picked up one of the bathing suits and reluctantly pulled it on. The bottom felt not much different than the thong panties I had been wearing and the top just barely contained my breasts, covering only about half of them. Looking in the mirror again, I felt a mixture of desire and horror. For the next half-hour, I paraded back and forth wearing suits that had barely enough fabric to cover a toy doll, let alone a full-grown woman. For a while, I had an audience. A group of young male employees of the store managed to hold a small meeting around one of the cash registers that had a good view of the dressing rooms where I was changing into and out of the bikinis that Sybil and Sue were picking out for me. At first I tried to ignore them. But then by accident, I found that by staring directly at them, they