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*********************************************************** THE GIRLFRIEND by Deane Christopher Copyrighted 1999 *********************************************************** Part 2 Some more inconsequential conversation followed, and then, on Vicki's suggestion, the two of them began to run through the list of girls names that she had jotted down during Jake's all afternoon recuperation nap. Jake(f) liked some; dislike others and surprised the shit out of Vicki by actually adding a few of his(f) own to the new list of likely possibles she was so diligently compiling. Vicki, knowing how important it was for Jake(f) to feel comfortable with his(f) new, feminine name, didn't push it. However, she also knew that if Jake(f) remained in any way, shape or form resistive to selecting a new name for his herified self, come the end of the week, she would have to force the issue by dogmatically demanding that either he(f) pick one for himself(f), or she would do so for him(f). * * * Sometime later, while the two of them were somewhat distractedly watching The X-Files, they began comparing notes about their childhoods and found, to their mutual amazement, that they not only knew I lot of the same people, but had that they had grown up in neighborhoods that damn near bordered one another and because they had, their paths had cross one other from time to time. For instance, they had been members of the same little league association and had even been teammates for one of those years. Likewise, though they had been in different dens, and therefore didn't remember one another, they had been in the very same church based Cub Scout Troop for two years. As full fledged Boy Scouts, while they had been in different troops, they had attended the same area sponsored Jamborees; meaning that the patrols they had been members of, had more than likely competed against one another from time to time. Ironically, they came realized that they had more than Laura Bedlow in common. All told, they had, at one time or another, dated not one, but two girls that the other had both liked and dated. They had, during their grade school years, gone to the very same YMCA sponsored Saturday morning swim classes given every fall and spring at the local public high school's indoor pool and, though they couldn't be sure, they may have even been in the same swim class from time to time. Undoubtable, they had played pick-up baseball and basketball games against one another, since the public park served as part of the border between the neighborhoods that they had both grown up in. Eventually, they got around to discussing their wrestling experiences. "Hey, Jake... Do remember that weird guy from Eastern Votec?" "The one who was always talking to himself and had that really bad BO problem?", Jake(f) replied. "That's the one!", Vicki was quick to agree, before continuing on to inquire, "Didn't you just hate it when you had to go up against him... y'know, the way he smelled and all..." "Sure did!", Jake(f) was quick to agree. "I mean to tell you... the guy was rank! I mean... he smelled to high heavens! Y'know, as if he'd been rolling in dog shit or something..." "I know...", Vicki counted, "...every time I had to wrestle that smelly so-and-so... I pitched a bitch to both my coach and the ref... y'know, suggesting that the high school scholastic sport association force everybody to take a shower before a match..." "They did!", Jake(f) returned. "In my senior year... y'know, the year you started attending college... they made it a rule that everybody had to shower before a match! But... wouldn't you just know... that bastard found a way to get around the rule!" "You mean... he didn't take shower... y'know, like he was supposed to?", Vicki asked. "Oh, no! He showered... y'know, just like everyone else did! Soap! Water! The whole nine yards! Trouble was, that low-life son of a bitch made doubly damn sure that on the day of a wrestling match, he had the worst case of halitosis breath that I ever - in my entire life - come across. I mean... that bastard could breath on you and you were ready to heave your guts out! "And then for toppers... that low-life son of a bitch had the ability to fart on demand!" "Tell me about it!", Vicki concurred. "I mean...", Jake(f) continued unabated, "...you have that sucker... y'know, in a hold... ready to pin that sorry ass of his to the mat... and what would he do? He'd let one of those bad boys of his rip... and the next thing you'd know... he up and pull a reversal on you... y'know, because of the momentary, stinky distraction of his..." "Did he ever beat you... y'know, using that tricky little ploy of his?", Vicki, intrigued, asked. "No...", Jake(f) replied thoughtfully. "But he did come close a time or two..." "I'll bet he did...", Vicki, trying to imagine what it must have been like, mused. "I'll bet he did..." So anyhow, as they talked about their various high school wrestling experiences, exploring this, that and the other thing as they did so, the two former adversaries began to kiddingly tease one another, as each one them in turn, claimed that they had been the far better wrestler, and that the only reason that the other had ever beaten them, had been due to some strange quirk of fate. Jake(f) fraudulently claimed that the reason Vicki - as Victor Spalding - had beaten him was due to the fact that at a crucial moment in the match, the waistband of his jockstrap had snapped and he had been distracted, which in turn, had allowed Vic to get the upper hand and there by score the tie breaking point. Vicki, on the other hand, claimed that the only reason Jake(f) had ever managed to pin her - as a him - to the mat and there by take the match, was due to the fact that she hadn't been feeling up to snuff at the time; suggesting as she did so that she - here again as a he - may have eaten something for lunch that hadn't sat well with her - as a him. So anyhow, one thing lead to another, and soon, by mutual accord, the two them, sans their satin sleep shirts, had disassembled Vicki's make- shift coffee table and assumed what WWF fans would call the crazy-assed, mat-based kneeling position employed in collegiate styled Graeco-Roman Wrestling that seemed to favor one wrestler over the other. Jake(f) who, having lost the coin toss to Vicki's call of tails, had taken the lower position, initiated the tussle with a evenly pace, "Ready... Set... Go!" Having lost nothing of her agility in the process of her own spell induced feminization, Vicki quickly spun Jake(f) about, deftly dropping him(f) to the living room's threadbare oval rug as she did so. Jake(f), not to be taken so easily, looped one of those newly emasculated long and ever so lovely legs of his(f) around in a calculated sweep, which, upon connecting, dropped Vicki's succulent tush to the mat, so that she fell right up alongside of Jake(f). Scrambling, Jake(f), in an all out effort on his herified part to take advantage of the situation he(f) had just then and there created when he(f) had so successfully turned the tables on Vicki, rose to those non-knobby knees of his(f) shapely feminine form and, securing purchase on both an arm and a leg of Vicki's, endeavored to establish a masterful hold on his(f) opponent's most bodacious bod of body. However, as quick as Jake(f) was, Vicki, who was a whole hell of a lot more in sync with that feminine body of hers than Jake(f) was with his(f), easily twisted her way free of Jake(f)'s restraints and just as easily, managed, after a few tussles and feints, to gain the advantage. Before Jake(f) could rationalize what had happen, he(f) found his(f) herified self effectively hamstrung, shoulder blades to the floor. "Alright, already!", he(f) squealed. "I give, Vicki! You win! You beat me fair and square! "However... once I get use to this new body of mine... I want... No! Make that demand a re-match!" Vicki, releasing the hold she had her loverboy turned hopefully lovergirl trussed up in, spun succinctly about and in doing so, proceed on to take up a commanding face to face straddling position, in which that man- troubling tush of hers rested ever so tantalizing, right above the hip-splays and lower abdomen portion, where in was nestle the primary erogenous zone and orgasmic trigger of Jake(f)'s new found femininity. Then, with her cunt posed mere inches above Jake(f)'s own little honey pot, Vicki, after longingly gazing down into the compelling baby blue orbs of his(f), bent forward and planted a long, endearing lip-lock on those kissable new lips of his(f). Oddly enough, Jake(f), who wasn't sure as to what in world was going on, save that he(f) was keenly aware of the fact that he(f) was enjoying the hell out of the intimacy of the moment, did nothing to deter Vicki from doing what she was doing. Invigorated, that healthy male ego of Jake(f)'s, impassioned as it was, kicked in, urging Jake(f) to become a sexual usurper and wrest the initiative for the ensuing encounter from Vicki and there by, achieve the role of manly, slow-handed lover that he(f) was so accustomed to fulfilling. Vicki, upon becoming aware that her breast were being expertly fondled, tenderly reached up and, grabbing the wrist of those emasculated arms of Jake(f)'s and with some heart felt remorse, drew them away from her body and rolling forward, pinned them upon the carpet, right up alongside of that pretty new, golden tressed head of his(f) "Jake... Jake... Jake...", Vicki light heartedly chided. "How am I every going to be able to give you a proper baptism into this new womanhood of your's if you insist on lending a hand and there by, interfere with what I'm trying to achieve here? "Later... once I finish demonstrating how all these new gadgets and erogenous zones of your's work... tell you what... my dearest darling! It'll be my distinct pleasure to let you return the favor! Alright? "But for right now... all I want you to do is: lay back! Relax! Y'know, as much as possible... And enjoy the tongue-lashing you are about to receive!" Then, before Jake(f) could utter a disparaging word to gainsay her, Vicki once again leaned her torso forward and coquettishly planted another impassioned lip-lock on Jake(f)'s quivering and uncertain lips. In short order, the passions triggered by the meeting of their lips, compounded in, one upon the other, expanding that kiss into the open mouth, spit-swapping variety that the French have audaciously and egotistically laid claim to having both pioneered and, via the trial and error method, honed and refined in my lady's boudoir, to an enchanting and engaging art form. Though there was more than a little confusions revolving around just who's tongue was to be inserted into who's oral orifice, Vicki, with a quick, curtly delivered order for Jake(f) to cease and desist in his(f) endeavors, won the day. Alternating between that delectable new mouth of Jake(f)'s and that succulent, aristocratic long and lovely neck stalk he(f) had been magically fitted out with, Vicki deftly worked her stylized brand of erotic magic. Jake(f), on his herified part, was soon riving under Vicki's deviously concocted ministrations. Feeling as if she had obtained Jake(f)'s unacknowledged leave to up the ante, Vicki, taking extreme care not to destroy the fragility of the moment, in the midst of a most impassioned French Kiss, slide her body off to the right of Jake(f)'s, in such a way as to allow her the leeway to take that right hand of her's and use it to begin to teasingly prod, knead, fondle and titty- tweak Jake(f)'s nylon/lycra encased ample mammary glands. Shortly thereafter, Vicki further upped the ante, as she quickly, albeit sublimely, took an abbreviated moment to draw the navy blue sports bra up and off Jake's upper torso. Then, having gain unimpeded access to those twin, conically shaped ample endowments that festoon her lover's femininely re-sculptured upper torso, Vicki returned to her foreplay endeavors; kicking them off with a tongue-swirling French Kiss that was even more lust impassioned than the proceedings one had been. A cascading string of provocatively teasing little neck-nibbling, skin-sucking mini-kisses followed; each one overlapping the other, and each one placed ever so tortuously, ever so erotically, just a teeny tiny bit below its' predecessor. Employing Jake(f)'s own tactic of excruciating slowness, a tactic that never fail to both polarize and torque the living shit out of her own sense of sexual anticipation, Vicki, teasingly backtracking every now and again in order to heighten the anticipatory impact of her endeavors, moved down across Jake(f)'s upper chest and down onto the erect and thoroughly aroused nipple of his(f) newly accentuated right breast. Alternating between tongue-swirls and impassioned titty-sucks, Vicki, employing some of the very same techniques that Jake(f) had used on her, deftly administered to first one and then the other of Jake(f)'s mammary protrusions. As she did so, her right hand traced ever so tenderly, ever so teasingly, down across that undulating abdomen of his(f). Coming into direct contact with the sinfully sensual nylon/lycra material encasing her loverboy's primary sexual apparatus, Vicki, opting to delay the inevitable, lightly traced down across the material concealing that new little veed mat of vaginal ringlets of his(f), causing Jake(f) to wildly squirm and shimmy as he(f) was wracked by a daisy chain of spasmodic, sexual-shiver inducing jolts, one following in the immediate wake of its' erotically titillating and gut wrenching predecessor. Jake(f), riving under Vicki's ministrations as he - as a she - was, was rendered flabbergasted. He(f) knew, from everything he(f) had ever heard - ever read - that when it came to erogenous zones, women had it head and shoulders over their male counterparts. However, Jake(f) soon became poignantly aware of the fact that forewarned doesn't always equate to forearmed. There was nothing - Nothing what so ever! - that Jake(f) could have done which could have prepared him(f) for the riveting experience that Vicki was so ardently lavishing upon that new herified form of his(f). Jake(f) knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that while that male ego of his(f) was being savagely assaulted by the debasing ignominy of the deplorable situation he - as a femmed out she - found himself(f) embroiled within, there was another portion of that staunchly male psyche of his(f) that fervently relished every little nuance of what Vicki was doing to that new femme fatale stylized body of his(f). He(f) loved every tongue-swirl. Every finger-flick. He(f) loved it when Vicki planted a lip-lock on one or another of those femininely re-sized areolas of his(f) and, employing a sucking inhalation, drew that baby suckling certified up-graded nipple of his(f) into the sanctuary of her mouth. He(f) loved the way Vicki torqued and re-torqued that billowing and brooding sense of erotic anticipation of his(f). As Vicki began to caress those super-sensitized inner thighs of his(f), drawing ever near to that new little crotch crease of his(f) as she did so, driving home the point that his(f) all to recent feminization had saddled him(f) with a whole kit and caboodle of new and highly provocative erogenous zones, Jake(f) heard a woman moan, the deep throaty moan that had always signified to him(f) the reckless abandonment of a sexually captivated female. He(f) heard a woman squeal. He(f) heard a woman begin to fervently and repeatedly beseech the Almighty on High, only to realized, that the woman he(f) was hearing was none other than his(f) own newly herified self. Suddenly, though he(f) never knew how or when it had occurred, Jake(f) became cognizant of the fact that he(f) lay there, on Vicki's poor excuse for a carpet, naked as that proverbial Jay Bird that you are always hearing about, somehow, someway, without him(f) becoming even remotely aware of it, Vicki had surreptitiously managed to draw those nylon/lycra exercise pants off of him(f). Slowly, teasingly, Vicki, after a few more lightly applied, lacy-like finger administration, deftly drawn along those immensely super-sensitized inner thighs of her former male lover, Vicki, opting to employ the middle finger of her right hand to administer the opening feint, sublimely inserted its' nailed nub within the rearmost apex of Jake(f)'s vaginal orifice and began to tantalizing draw it forward, sliding it ever so provocatively through the multiple lip-folds of his(f) love-juice slicken satin swath. Jake(f), with a deep moan to signify his(f) willing compliance, instinctively responded by splaying those long and lovely legs of his(f) so as to grant Vicki better access to that new little honey pot that he(f) was sporting down in between those seductively attractive, long and ever so lovely legs of his(f). Exhilaration - wild, rampant and all consuming - coursed throughout his(f) entire being as Vicki's love-juice slickened middle finger came into direct contact with that new and ever elusive nub of that clitoral protrusion of his(f). Jake(f), though it would be only a temporary and short-lived reprieve, transcended the debilitating specter of his former maleness. Accepting femininity in all its' orgasmic promise, Jake(f) threw caution to the wind as he(f) lay there riving - thriving - under Vicki's deft-handed ministration. He(f) squirmed. He(f) bucked. His(f) hips swished. His(f) hips swayed. His(f) body, as if it had a mind all of its' own, madly gyrated. He(f) squealed. He(f) moaned(f). He(f) whimpered, ardently enveloped within the billowing and unfettered fascination of heretofore unimaginable sexual pleasures, sexual pleasures that were themselves rooted within the paradox of the ever present and tantalizingly tempting forbidden fruit category of sexual perversions. Then, just when Jake(f) was beginning to believe that he(f) had achieved the zenith of per-orgasmic sexual pleasure, Vicki, unaware of the fact that she would be proving that asinine assertions of his(f) to be based on erroneous and incomplete information as she did so, opted to up the ante yet again. Moving with all the grace and agility of a world class female gymnast, Vicki, who didn't drop a proverbial stitch with her clit tweak endeavors, vaulted her body up and over the upper arch of Jake(f)'s right leg and down into the veed formed by her former loverboy's eagerly splayed legs. Sliding her torso smoothly downwards over Jake(f)'s taut little tummy, so that her head ended up poised just above that man - turned bodacious woman - of her's femininely revamped crotch, Vicki, without skipping a beat, substituted a self lubricating, clit tweak tongue for that artistically wielded clit finagling finger of her's. Intrinsically aware that he - as a she - had just become the honored recipient of Vicki's selfless act of cunnilingus, Jake(f) was rendered surrealistically spellbound, as the excruciating amounts of debilitating pleasure he(f) was deriving form Vicki's selfless oral ministrations began to re-bounded in upon themselves, doubling and re-doubling, compounding and then compounding again, in a maniacal, mind blowing pursuit of pure, unadulterated primal pleasure. Each and every time Vicki's adroitly wielded tongue came in contact with that new clitoral nub of Jake(f)'s, he(f) felt his(f) passions ratcheted up to another new level of unimaginable intensity. Captivated by every single infinitesimal nuance of the thorough tongue lashing he(f) was the blessed, bemused and hopelessly bewildered recipient of, Jake(f), exhilarated beyond belief, rose, with rapt anticipation, to rush gleefully into the multi-orgasmic crescendo of his erotically torqued emotions. Relief - blessed multi-orgasmic relief - raw, powerful and compelling - gushed - tsunamic like - outward from the epicenter of his(f) loins, in wave after doppelganger-like wave of carnal bliss and excruciating delight. Though it would be - at best - a transitory side effect, for a quick, snapshot like moment in time, that thoroughly male mind set of Jake(f)'s went on a short-lived hiatus as he(f), without reservation, not only embraced, but reveled in that newfound womanhood of his(f). As Jake(f) lay there, soaring angelically within the multi-faceted rapture of post-orgasmic bliss, savouring all the little orgasmic after-shocks that so intrinsically conjured up the sweet remembrances of the primordial carnal sensations that he(f), in that feminized new form of his(f), had just then undergone, Vicki, so as to not intrude on her lover's fragile moment of introspective contemplation, exercised extreme care in re-positioning herself, so as to be able to snuggle up alongside of Jake(f)'s quivering feminine form. "Jake...", Vicki, having allowed what she deemed to be an appreciable amount of contemplative time to pass, tentatively intruded, "So tell me... What'ya think?" Knowing fully well what Vicki was referring to, Jack(f) couldn't belive that he(f) actually heard his herified self counter by asking such an asinine and inane question, "About what you just went and did to me?" "Yes, silly! I'm really interested in hearing your initial impressions. Y'know, like whether you liked it or not..." "Well...", Jake(f) began somewhat thoughtfully and more than a little dreamily, as he(f) reflexively reached down with his right hand and used its' slenderized middle finger to once again stroke and probe the outer lips of his(f) vagina so as to once again re-confirm the fact that his(f) body was still that of the woman he(f) had so magically been cold cocked into becoming, "...to begin with... I have to confess that - Yes! - I really - Truly! - liked it! "No!", Jake(f) was emphatic. "That's not true! "I didn't just like it, Vicki! I loved it! In every way imaginable... I absolutely - No holds bar! - loved it! "I mean... while I knew that women's orgasms were good... I had no friggin' idea they were that good! "I mean... they were fantastic! Simply fan-friggin'-tastic! "And there were so many of them! Y'know, like one right after another... Or... more correctly! One right on top of the other! "I mean to tell you, Vicki... they were wonderful! Absolutely wonderful..." "You mean...", Vicki began, in a shameless effort to secure a compliment from that new lovergirl of hers, "...as a lesbian lover... I'm not to shabby?" "Shabby!", Jake(f)'s retort conveyed a hard edge of amusement. "You were anything but! "Fact is, Vicki... you were great! "No! You weren't just great! You were fantastic!" "I was... was I...", Vicki's reply was dreamily thoughtful. "Well, Jake... if I was... y'know... as you say... fantastic... guess what! You've got only yourself to thank for it... "That's to say that before I met you and those simply fantastic love making techniques that you brought to the table... I was at best an adequate lover... y'know, who tended... more times than not... to scrimp... y'know, in so far as the foreplay department was concerned... y'know, due to the fact that I was only out to get my own rocks off... y'know, and because of that... I didn't normally give a rat's ass as to anyone else's pleasure... "And, Jake(f)... I promise! With your help and coaching... I'll get better and better at it! "I mean... while I might never be as good as you are... y'know, in the loving making department... y'know, because you are really, really something special... I will do everything I can to improve my technique... Then, before Jake(f) could gainsay her, Vicki changed tact, as she impishly asked what, to her way of thinking, was the quintessential question, "So... tell me... oh, horny assed lovergirl of mine! Do you think there's an outside chance that... one of these days... y'know, in the not to distant future... you might be able to see your way clear to taking a real shine to this new found multi-orgasmic girlshit business... y'know, that's only... shall we say... a lick and a promise away..." * * * A few minutes later, once Jake(f) appeared to have recovered somewhat from that multi-orgasmic interlude of his(f), Vicki coquettishly suggested that the two of them re-locate to the bedroom, where she said she wouldn't be averse were Jake(f) to return the favor and administer to her own carnal needs. Picking up Jake(f)'s discarded sports bra and exercise pants, plus both of their earlier removed satin sleep shirts, Vicki and Jake(f) beat feet to the bedroom, where upon, Jake(f) dutifully obliged Vicki by servicing her needs, much as she had service his(f). "Jake(f)...", Vicki, having recuperated from her own cunnilingus induced multi-orgasmic interlude enough to do so, meekly managed to intoned, "...where in hell did you come up with that rather nifty new variation of your's?" "You like it?" "I most certainly did, sweetums..." "Good! I'm glad!", Jake(f) somewhat smugly replied. "That's nice... But you still have yet to tell me where you came up with it... y'know, because... to the best of my knowledge... that's the first time you tried that particular technique of your's on me..." "True...", Jake(f) admitted. "And do you why that is, Vicki?" "No... But I assume that you're about to tell me..." "Yes... Yes, I am... "You see, Vicki... I was down there... y'know, in between those legs of your's... y'know, doing what I was doing... when... all of a sudden... I realized that if I varied what I was doing... y'know, just a silly little smidgen or so... you might like it all the more..." "Well... guess what, Jake! I didn't just like that new variation of your's! I love it! "In fact... I loved it so much, my dearest darling... that I fully intended to apply the Golden Rule the next time I go down on you! Y'know, as in I plan to do unto you as you just did unto me!" "So...", Jake(f) teased, "...I guess that pretty much begs the question..." Bemused, Vicki felt compelled to ask, "And just what question is that, dear?" "Just what in the hell are you waiting for, Vicki? A personal invitation or something..." * * * Vicki, elated with the knowledge that Jake(f) desired to one again experience the sexual aspects of this new womanhood of his(f), eagerly complied. Afterwards, once Jake(f) had substantially recovered from the warm-fuzzies of his(f) second multi-orgasmic interlude, he(f), without any enticement or encouragement from Vicki, deftly employing that feminized tongue of his(f), once again returned the favor. "Jake...", Vicki gently queried, as she lay there, cozily enfolded in her lesbian lover's comforting embrace. "Yes...", Jake(f)'s reply was just as gently spoken. "Tell me... If you had to choose... y'know, between male orgasms and female orgasm... knowing what you know now... irregardless of the fact that it's pretty much a given that... at this juncture... you'd still rather be a man... y'know, rather than a woman... which one would you pick? Male orgasms? Or... female orgasms?" "That's a no-brainer...", Jake(f) replied without even coming close to answering the question Vicki had put to him(f). "It is... is it?", Vicki, without breaking the embrace, turned to appraise her loverboy turned lovergirl. "Please, dear... cut the evasive bullcrap! I asked you a simple question! I want a simple... straight forward answer! "Given your choice... what kind of orgasms do you like better? Male orgasms? Or female orgasms?" "Well...", Jake(f) began thoughtfully, "...though it's damn near impossible for me to discount the sheer and utter novelty of all that I experienced tonight... y'know, what with all these new erogenous zones that I've up and been saddle with... y'know, that are pretty spectacular in their own right... I'd have to say that if I had to choose... I'd be hard pressed to pick male orgasms over female orgasms..." "Then,", Vicki sought clarification, "I'm to take it that you've kind of taken a shine to the way this sexually retrofitted new body of your's responds to erotic stimulation?" "Yes, Vicki... you are... "However...", Jake(f) continued on to say, "...just to make sure I'm not going off half cocked here and making my decision on incomplete data... if you think you're up to it, Vicki... I wouldn't mind some further experimentation... y'know, just to see how much of brazen hussy of a first class pillow eater I've become... y'know, as a direct result of what you and that Gypsy witch woman went and did to me..." Vicki, on her part, though her love making endeavors were beginning to take a real toll on that self-lubricating tongue of hers, was most happy to oblige Jake(f). Though he(f) had fully intended on repaying in kind, Jake(f), who was thoroughly tucked out, gentle slipped out of the warm-fuzzies of his(f) third post-orgasmic after-glow and into the untroubled embrace of deep, recuperative slumber. Vicki, aware that Jake(f) needed all the sleep he(f) could get and then some, didn't quibble over the fact that he(f) had experienced three orgasmic interludes to her two. As long as Jake(f) had enjoyed them as much as he(f) had eluded to, Vicki was content. Drawing from her own post-transsexualiztion experiences, Vicki was gambling on the heart felt hope that if anything could help Jake(f) become reconciled to his(f) new life as a physically functioning member of the fairer sex, his(f) new found ability to experience female orgasms might be just the thing to turn the tide in her favor. Failing that, Vicki was well aware of the fact that though she did indeed have a Plan B to fall back on, it would be no where near as persuasive as the multi-orgasmic aspect of Jake(f)'s feminization. * * * Jake(f) woke late the next morning, with that next morning being Monday morning, to find Vicki gone. She had, however, left him(f) another note. Which, like its' predecessor of Saturday, had several copies posted conspicuously, all over the apartment. Jake(f), though he(f) initially balked at some of Vicki's explicit instructions, knowing that they were for his(f) own good, after one hell of a lot of soul searching, decided to followed them to the letter. After a refreshing shower, a shower that was resplendent garnished with its' own little and thoroughly enjoyable, narcissistic, self-induced, multi-orgasmic interlude, Jake(f) brushed those perfectly new, whiter than white teeth of his(f), dried his(f) pixie emulating, shag styled hair and then, reluctantly returned to the bedroom to get dressed in the male libido assaulting, poignantly pink, straight legged nylon/lycra running outfit and glistening matching pretty in pink sleep shirt Vicki had so prudently set out for him(f) to put on. Then, adding insult to injury, following the note's explicit instructions, though it rankled the living shit out of him(f) for doing so, Jake(f) parked that succulent tush of his(f) down on the foot of the un-made bed and, though he(f) serious considered just saying: 'The hell with it!', proceeded to pull on the male ego-affronting suntan hued nylon anklets that Vicki had prudently left out for him(f) to don. Feeling like a complete fool and a crossdresser to boot, Jake(f), knowing that Vicki would force the issue if he(f) didn't comply with her directives on his own accord, picked up one of the black leather, one inch heeled pumps that Vicki had set out for him(f) and slipped them, somewhat queasily, onto those daintily down-sized feminine feetzie-wheatzies of his(f). Gingerly, Jake(f) stood, only to realize that the slightly tapered, broad heeled pumps presented no more of a problem maneuvering around in than his(f) cowboy boots did. Fact is, Vicki's U-throated, pointy toed slip-ons, though they did scrunch Jake(f) toes together just a tad bit more than those boots of his(f) had, weren't the least little bit uncomfortable. Fact is: Jake(f) found Vicki's pumps to be so comfortable that he(f) spent the rest of the day and most of the evening wearing them around the apartment. * * * Shortly after five, Vicki returned home and presented Jake(f) with a small gift wrapped package, saying as she did so, "Here's a little something to help you while away the hours... y'know, when I'm out and about... attending to all those things that need attending to..." "What is it?", Jake(f) dutifully asked. "The sooner you open it... the sooner you'll know!", Vicki light heartedly chided. "Truth be told, Jake...", Vicki continued, as Jake(f), in a very unlady-like manner, began to vigorously tear the wrapping paper asunder, "...it's something that every Newbie needs... y'know, as in it's something I picked up to help you address some of those narcissistic new needs of your's..." Dropping the gleaming, silver hued metallic wrapping paper to the floor, Jake(f), perplexed as to just what was in the ambiguous oblong box he(f) held in those delicately feminized hands of his(f), plucked the top off and, reaching in, gingerly lifted out an cylindrical object that, to the uniformed, looked a lot like a white plastic, conical ended, powered down Jedi Light Saber. "A vibrator!", Jake(f)'s sense of amused astonishment resounded clearly in those girlish intonations of his(f). "Vicki! You actually went out and got me a vibrator!" "Sure did!", Vicki replied smartly. "During my lunch break... I had Gale... one of my Newbie friends... drive me over to Sexcapades... y'know, that Novelty Sex Shop... y'know, that's located over on Route 32... situated right next to the Harley Shop... y'know, to pick you up your very own handy dandy vibrator... "Granted... you could have used mine... y'know, to experiment around with during the day when you're here all by your lonesome... y'know, with time on your hands. However... while I was puttering around the lab this morning in between classes... I got to thinking... and I just figured that I'd surprise you... y'know by picking you up one... y'know, for your own... "Think of it as... shall we say... a Newbie right of passage! Okay! "However, Jake... be it known... that new vibrator of your's is only to be used in my absence... y'know, to get those new, girlish rocks of your's off! "When I'm home... should those new carnal needs of your's require attending to... be advised... that... sweetums... falls under my jurisdiction! Alright? "In other words... my dearest darling... should you ever be foolish enough to reach for that new vibrator of your's when I'm around... there'll be hell to pay! Understand?" Jake(f) said that he(f) did. Then, before Vicki could reclaim the floor, Jake(f) continued on to add somewhat sardonically, that if Vicki really, truly meant what she had just said, as far as he - as a Newbie she - was concerned, the two of them could retire to the bedroom, like right then and there, so Vicki could, as Jake(f), paraphrasing the oft quoted remake about how someone should put their money where their mouth is, cheerfully quipped that Vicki could put her mouth where his clit was; adding as he(f) did so, that he'd(f) be more than happy to return the favor, in a tit for tat fashion. * * * Once the two of them had serviced one another's carnal needs, they got dressed and headed into the kitchen, where Jake(f), a self-proclaimed culinary neophyte, under Vicki's close supervision and gentle guidance, fixed the two of them dinner. Vicki, who had given this particular aspect of their future lives together one hell of a lot of forethought, informed Jake(f) - in no uncertain terms - that when it came to domestic matters, though it would eventually become a fifty fifty proposition, for the time being, most of the household chores would fall to him(f). Since he(f) was, for intent and purposes, home bound and therefore, wouldn't be able to pull his(f) own weight in the bringing home the bacon department of this new, symbiotic, lesbian living together arrangement of theirs, domestic matters such as cooking, cleaning and doing their laundry logically fell into his(f) bailiwick. However, as Vicki was quick to point out, Jake(f)'s role as the not so happy homemaker would come to an end once his(f) new feminine identity could be legally established through credible and verifiable documentation. Aware that Jake(f) wasn't in any way, shape or form looking forward to his(f) tenure as a house frau, Vicki, in an all out attempt to sooth those ruffled feathers of that staunchly male ego of his(f), informed that new lesbian lover of her's that when and where ever possible, she would be happy to pitch in and ease Jake(f)'s domestic burden by lending a helping hand. * * * Tuesday, upon returning home only to find Jake(f) in a dither over what he(f) was going to prepare for dinner, Vicki, after a warm embrace and a sarcastically delivered, "Hi, honey! How's it hanging!", stepped into the breech and began coaching Jake(f); leading him(f), via the ever tortuous, step by step method of explicit tended instruction, though the rigmarole involved in food preparation. As she did so, Vicki, in a calculate effort on her part to down play the import of the information she was conveying, off-handedly informed Jake(f) that Sandra, a Newbie friend of hers, would dropping by that evening; suggesting as she did so, that they was no need for Jake(f) to get those new tittys of his(f) in an uproar, due to the fact that Sandra wouldn't be staying overly long. Shortly before seven, as Vicki had predicted, Sandra, with medical satchel in hand, showed up on their doorstep. After brief introductions, Vicki proceeded on to inform Jake(f) that Sandra was in her last year of residency at the university's campus based teaching hospital and that she also functioned as the primary care physician for damn near all of her Newbie cohorts free of charge. Then, having established Sandra as a bonafide and accredited medical practitioner, Vicki continued on to inform Jake(f) that the reason Sandra had stopped by was to given him(f) a cursory physical, just to make doubly sure that everything was up to snuff and that all those new sexual gadgets of his(f) were in working order. With that said, Sandra, adopting a very professional, albeit friendly upbeat manner, proceed on with her examination. Then, once she had run through the preliminaries of taking Jake(f)'s temperature and blood pressure, Sandra very efficiently acquired a throat culture and a blood sample from Jake(f); saying as she do so, that she would have them run threw all the proper and appropriate tests at the hospital's lab facilities. Next, having directed Jake(f) to remove both his(f) satin sleep shirt and the shameless pink nylon/lycra sports bra that those new mammary protrusions of his(f) had been so succulently trussed up in, Sandra, via the use of her stethoscope, checked out Jake(f) newly herified heart and lungs. Handing him(f) a small plastic beaker and ingeniously concocted snap on lid, Sandra informed Jake(f), that after he(f) was finished filling it up for her in the bathroom, he(f) was to clean up any unsightly urine residue and then, join her and Vicki in the bedroom. Jake(f) did as he(f) was told and, unsure as to what was to occur next, proceed innocently out of the bathroom, down the truncated hallway and unwittingly entered the bedroom, where upon Sandra, accepting and labelling Jake(f)'s urine sample, in a tone that clearly conveyed the notion that she would brook no nonsense from him(f), directed him(f) to completely disrobe and sit on the edge of the bed. Once again, Jake(f) did as he(s) was told. Sandra, using that little rubber tipped hammer, proceed on to test his(f) reflexes and then, as she busied herself returning that rubber tipped mallet of hers to her medical satchel, she directed Jake(f) to scoot his herified self back onto the bed and, upon laying down, bring those emasculated legs of his(f) up, splaying them out as far as he(f) could manage. When Jake(f) hesitated, demanding to know why he(f) was to assume such an outlandish and debasing position, Vicki, unable to stifle her giggles, simply said, "Because... my dearest darling... Sandra here is about to perform a gynecological examination of that new little you-know-what of your's..." * * * About twenty minutes later, Jake(f), once again dressed in Vicki's pretty in pink lycra/satin exercise ensemble and low heeled pumps, received Sandra's pronouncement that he(f) seemed as fit as a fiddle in the aftermath of his(f) sexual makeover and that gynecologically speaking, everything seemed to be in perfect working order. Then, having said that, Sandra continued on to give him(f) a quick run-down on the proper care and feeding a woman's vagina; providing him(f) with a broad brush overview of what he(f) was going to have to contend with in so far as that newly imposed, messy menstrual cycle of his(f) was concerned. Making sure that Vicki and Jake(f) had all the necessary means where by they could contact her - day or night - night or day - Sandra, with an encouraging aside directed towards Jake(f), informing him(f), in so many words, that life as a woman wasn't as bad as he(f) was making it out to be, and that if he(f) gave it half a chance, he'd(f) find that being a woman was every bit as rewarding as being a man had been, bid the two of them a gracious goodnight and left. "Okay... So what's her story...", Jake(f), on his(f) way to the sofa, asked Vicki. "The short version is: Sandra wanted to be a doctor more than she wanted to retain her manhood. "You see, Jake... the way I hear it... both Sandra's father and grandfather attended medical school here at the university and she... back when she was a male... desired to do likewise. "Trouble was... round about the time Sandra was applying to gain entrance... there was some sort of big brouhaha going on about the medical school's Affirmative Action Polices... y'know, that resulted in Sandra's being denied a seat... y'know, due not to her outstanding 4.0 grade point average... but specifically to her previous sexual affiliation as a nefarious male applicant. "So anyhow... the way the scuttlebutt has it... a Newbie classmate of the male Sandra chanced to hear him bemoaning the fact that his application to medical school had been denied and realizing that a gross injustice was being perpetuated... and that two wrongs don't even come close to making a right... that Newbie classmate of Sandra's put his case to the steering committee, who in turn, affixed their seal of approval to it and presented it to the general membership for am up or down vote. "As you might expect, Jake... while more than a few of us Newbies have benefited from the dictates of various Affirmative Action Plans... y'know, post our respective transsexualizations... as you - yourself - no doubt will... y'know, when it comes to you and your not only getting in... but also, securing a full scholarship to defray the otherwise daunting cost of your attending graduate school... y'know, so you can get that masters degree that you've been working so hard to secure for yourself... most of us hold with the opinion that Affirmative Action is nothing more than a bunch of bureaucratic, vote garnishing bullcrap... y'know, resplendent with a lot of blatant reverse discrimination... y'know, that punishes an innocent person for past discriminatory polices that they had nothing what so ever to do with in the first friggin' place! "Basically... were you to ask... you'd find that nine out ten of us Newbies feel that a person... regardless of that person's race, religion, sexual preference or sexual affiliation... should be judged on their own merits! On their own character! And not... as to often happens... on some accident of birth! Y'know, that they had nothing what so ever to do with in the first place!" "So anyhow... getting back to Sandra's story... after the general membership voted... which... as you can well imagine... was damn near unanimous in Sandra's favor... a small delegation of Newbies approached her... y'know, back when she was still a he... and offered him a solution to his problem.... however drastic and mind-boggling that solution may have seemed to him at the time... assuring him that if he took them up on their offer... they would move heaven and earth on his behalf to ensure that... while he might be a year behind his present classmates in achieving his goal... he - as a she - would be enrolled in the university's medical school come the start of the following fall semester. "Now... while it stands to reason that it took a while to thoroughly convince the guy that Sandra use to be that they could do what they claimed they could... y'know, in so far as changing his sexual affiliation via some crazy assed spell... y'know, that would turn him into an extremely attractive and vivacious young woman... once they did... once he was convinced that they weren't pulling his leg and could do exactly what they were claiming they could... Sandra... as I have been lead to believe... went for the deal. Hook, line and sinker..." "And he has no regrets...", Jake(f) thoughtfully inquired. "No...", Vicki's response was just as thoughtful as Jake's inquiry had been. "I don't believe so... "I mean... to the best of my knowledge... once Sandra became Sandra... she made the necessary adjustments to living out the rest of her life as a bonafide woman... y'know, and proceeded to get on with her life!" "You're shittin' me! Right?", Jake(f) incredulously interjected. "Now would I do something like that, Jake?", Vicki teasingly countered. "I mean... while I may have had the audacity to orchestrate your being changed into one of the most attractive young ladies that this boy turned girl has ever seen... you ought to know by now that I wouldn't knowingly pull a Bill Clinton and out right lie to you... "You see, Jake dear... from everything I've ever heard about Sandra... y'know, as regards her feminization... having made the decision to become a woman... y'know, in order to cash in on the benefits that being a female could accrue for her... y'know, with respect to the dictates of the University's Affirmative Action Policies... Sandra approached the challenge presented by the acclimation process with a single-mindedness that down right shames the rest of us Newbies." "That's interesting...", Jake(f) mused. "But what about her sex life? "I mean... was she a heterosexual or a homosexual or a bisexual... y'know, prior to her becoming a woman?" Vicki, having taken a second or so to search her memory, "I'm not exactly sure... but I believe Sandra was heterosexual... y'know, in that I think I remember someone saying that Sandra - as a man - did date women... y'know, on a casual bases... y'know, because she didn't want to get seriously involved with anyone... y'know, until she had achieved her goal of becoming a doctor... y'know, due to all the emotional hassles one has to contend with to sustain a one on one relationship..." "So what is Sandra's sexual orientation now? Y'know, in lieu of her becoming a woman...", Jake(f), curious, asked. "You know something...", Vicki replied with a degree of bemusement, "...I not really sure... "I mean... I know she does date men... y'know, like every now and again. Y'know, because I've seen her out with a guy a time or two myself. Y'know, attending some university related function or another... "However...", Vicki continued, "...though she does date guys... y'know, upon occasion... knowing her as I do... I think that there's a good chance that Sandra is still a virgin. Y'know, as in I seriously doubt that she has every let one of those guys she has dated get even as far as first base with her..." "What about other woman, Vicki? Does she get it on with other women?" "Here again, my dearest darling... to the best of my knowledge... I'd have to say: no. No... she doesn't..." "That's interesting... Odd... but never the less interesting...", Jake(f) muttered, before continuing on to speculate, "So... in lieu of her feminization... would it be fair to say that Sandra's become... shall we say... asexual..." "Yeah...", Vicki replied thoughtfully. "You're right, Jake dear! The term asexual does seem to apply in Sandra's case..." "Trouble is...", Jake(f) was quick to point out the obvious flaw in his(f) assessment, "...she sure as hell doesn't dress like one would tend to think an asexual would... y'know, given that flattering, eye-catching outfit she was out strutting her stuff in this evening!" "That's true...", Vicki was quick to agree. "However, Jake(f)... as you will soon discover for yourself... given this pervasive narcissistic nature that damn near each and every one of us Newbies seem to possess... y'know, in spades... I'd have to say that Sandra is doing nothing out of the ordinary! Y'know, dressing in the stylish and extremely flattering way she does! "Y'know... as in we all deck ourselves out in customized, self- contained tease to please, male libido torquing shit! Y'know, that tickles our individual fancies... y'know, like when and wherever possible! Y'know, owing to the simple, self-centered and admittedly selfish reason that we can!" "So...", Jake(f) speculated, "...if I catch your drift here, Vicki... what you're saying... in a very round about way is that Sandra is... in more ways than one... the exception... y'know, rather than the rule... y'know, as far as Newbies go..." Seeking clarification, Vicki said, "If you mean the way she quickly adapted to functioning as woman, dear... you are quite correct..." "Actually, Vicki... I was referring more to her apparent asexuality... y'know, rather than her adaptability." "Well... that too...", Vicki concurred. "I mean... save for only one or two I can think of... most... if not damn near all of us Newbies have a marked tendency towards lesbianism." "That... to me... seems a fairly reasonable assertion.", Jake(f) off- handedly offered, before continuing on to say, "So... now that you got my interest... shall we say... piqued... tell me about some more of these Newbie friends of your's, Vicki... and the whys and wherefores of how they came to be Newbies in the first place." "Alright, Jake! I mean... since you're going to be meeting most of members of our exclusive little cabal over... shall we say... the next couple of weeks or so... you might as well get to know a little bit about the history of a few of them... y'know, given the fact that they... due to the background information that was gathered... y'know, as a means by which the steering committee assessed whether or not it was advisable to bring you into the fold... so to speak... most of the Newbies you'll be meeting already know a whole hell of a lot more about you than you will ever know about them! "Let's see... who should I pick on first..." "Tell you what, honey! Why don't I start with Brenda and Shannon... the two Newbies that helped me box up your personal stuff and there by, clean out that dorm room of your's and then, were kind enough to sacrifice their Saturday... y'know, to followed me all the way up to New Jersey... y'know, so they could bring me back here after I ditched that poor excuse of a car of your's. "Basically... though you wouldn't know it to look at them today... before they underwent femmification... they were a couple of geeky, pimple- faced computer nerds. "Y'know, as in they were a pair of first class geeks... who, had been the bestest of friends since they had first met... y'know, like way back when in kindergarten!" "Vicki!", Jake(f) sought clarification, "Are you saying that they were a couple of gaybirds... y'know, who had the hots for one another?" "No!", Vicki emphatically snapped. "They weren't gay! "Fact is, Jake... as guys... Brenda and Shannon were anything but gay! Y'know, as in they were as heterosexual as heterosexual can be! Y'know, as in they liked girls! "Trouble was, Jake... the girls that they liked didn't like them... y'know, due to just how nerdy they were... y'know, when they were guys..." "Truth be told, my dearest darling... back before they underwent their own male to female gender re-assignments... y'know, and ended up becoming the very embodiment of the kind of well built honeys that they no doubt always dreamed about going out with, it could be said that Brenda and Shannon both had a very discriminating taste in women. "Y'know, as they only wanted to go out with the kind of girls that wouldn't so much as give them the time of day. "So anyhow... one day Brenda - the male Brenda - was up in his and the male Shannon's dorm room... fooling around with a parabolic microphone... y'know, that he's got hooked up to a set of earphones and a professional grade, reel to reel tape recorder... playing like some super sleuth spy or something... surreptitiously eavesdropping in on conversations that were taking place in the quadrangle below... when... all of a sudden... he chances upon a few careless Newbies... who... owing to the dictates of Murphy's Law... just happen to be discussing how a couple of their Newbie friends had just returned from slam dunking some campus lothario's ass... y'know, having lured the slimy sleezeball down to Mexico and dealing with him in much the same way they dealt with that arrogant, son of a bitch of a self-centered bastard... y'know, that went and shagged my sorry ass doggy style! "Question!", Jake(f) quizzically interjected. "Alright...", Vicki tentatively replied, turning the floor over to her new loverboy turned lovergirl as she did so. "How come they didn't go the Mexican route with you? Y'know, what with the callous way you were treating women..." "Because... I never once crossed the line! "That's to say that I never - Ever! - slept with a woman that didn't want me to sleep with her! And... while I freely admit to being a cad and therefore, somewhat callous as far as my dealings with the women I had bedded were concerned... I never once mistreated any of the women I either dated or... for that matter... bedded! "In other words, Jake... while the Newbies didn't for one minute like or condone the way I treated the women I went out with... y'know, once I got into their panties... so to speak... they never once thought my transgressions warranted the drastic measures that they use to deal with the real bastards... y'know, who are out there doing what they shouldn't ought to be doing! "Or... to put that another way... the five women who comprised the Newbie steering committee back when they were considering my case thought that I was... I guess you could say... redeemable... y'know, via a little care and guidance... once my perspective on life underwent a drastic re- adjustment and I had a chance to walk a mile in someone else's stiletto heeled pumps... "So... tell me, Jake! Did that answer of mine sufficiently address that question of your's?" "Sure did!" "Okay! Shall we get back to what I was telling you about Brenda and Shannon? "Sure..." "Alrighty then... "Oh! Before I get back to telling you what happened next... y'know, in so far as the Brenda and Shannon saga is concerned... there's something I need to make you aware of. They're smart! Y'know, as in they're damn near geniuses! "I mean... the two of them are so smart that I think it's a safe bet to say that they know more about the technical subjects they're taking than most of their professors do! I mean... they're so smart that they hardly need to crack open a book in order to ace the tests they have to take! "Meaning, my dearest darling... Brenda and Shannon had a one hell of a lot of idle time on their hands... y'know, that they could put to other endeavors!" "So anyhow... sometime later that day... y'know, the very one in which the nerdy male Brenda recorded that conversation that those careless Newbies were foolishly engaging in down in the adjacent quadrangle... Brenda played the tape for the male Shannon... who... upon hearing it... impishly suggested that the two of them engaging in a little surreptitious snooping... y'know, just to see if they could learn more about this intriguing Newbie business that they had just become cognizant of. "And snoop they did! "I mean to tell you, Jake! Brenda and Shannon attacked this new project of their's with an almost maniacal gusto! Using some of their own equipment... y'know, such as that parabolic microphone and reel to reel tape deck I made mention of before... plus both video and still cameras... y'know, that were fitted out with telephoto lenses... their personal computer systems and a lot of the university's equipment that they managed to scrounge together, they went about the task of collecting and collating any and all information they could about the Newbies. "And boy oh boy did they gather data! "I mean... they flagrantly and repeated violated a whole shit load of state and federal laws in doing so... y'know, with all the electronic bugging devices and wiretaps that they used to gather the data. But, then again... they didn't give a rat's ass about that... y'know, figuring that the chances of a Newbie going to the authorities were somewhere between slim and none... y'know, owing to the fact that the last thing any of us Newbies wants is for the word to get about us... y'know, given all the ignominy that would be involved were something that catastrophic to occur. "Hell, Jake! Would you believe that they even managed to get a whole transsexualization makeover on video tape!" "They did!", Jake retort was incredulous. "They sure as hell did! "Having first obtained both the date, approximate time and exact location where the sexual makeover was to take place... y'know, a couple of days prior to the occurrence of the actual event... the male Brenda and Shannon... employing one of those flexible, tube-like, fiber-optic devices and one of the university's remotely controlled mini-cams... y'know, that you see all the SWAT Teams use on the TV and in the movies... y'know, to get a bird's eye-view... or... in this particular instance... a rodent's eye-view of what the bad guys are doing... used a false pretext to gain access to the apartment complex where the change was to occur's utility room and from there, the air duct system. Working quickly and quietly, they clandestinely installed their jury-rigged surveillance system... y'know, that... via a remote transmitting and receiving station... allow the two of them the ability to control the whole shebang from the comfort and security of their own dorm room. "And just who do you think the poor smuck was... y'know, who got caught on video tape... y'know, changing from a guy into a girl?" "Are you serious!", Jake(f) gleefully exclaimed, realizing that Vicki was implying, without actually saying, that she was indeed the poor smuck who's sexual makeover Brenda and Shannon had managed to capture on video tape. "Regrettable... yes... I was the poor, unfortunate smuck that got caught on that damnable tape of their's. "Would you like to see it?", Vicki reluctantly asked. "Yeah... you bet your ass I would!", Jake(f), intrigued, responded. "Alright... I'll show it to you in a little while... y'know, if you really, truly want to see it..." "Oh!", Jake(f) interjected. "I want to see it, alright!" "Alright, then... if you insist... I'll show it to you!", Vicki returned gruffly. "But... be forewarned, Jake... it's a copy of a copy of a copy... and the perspective isn't the greatest... y'know, given that fiber-optic lense is locate across the room... behind the wall mounted register grate... and it's kind of distorted... y'know, because of the fish-eye effect..." "But anyhow... getting back to what I was telling you... y'know, before we got off on the video tape business... Brenda and Shannon began to amass a whole shit load of data about the Newbies. "For example, Jake... before the month was out... they had not only identified and photographed about two thirds of the currently active Newbies... they had compiled extremely accurate dossiers on about three quarters of those of whom they had cataloged... which stated who they were and who they had been... y'know, when they had been males! "I mean... using missing person reports and the local papers, the two of them also compiled a list of guys who might have been prime candidates for one of those sadistic Mexican makeovers that the Newbies engage in... y'know, like every now and again... y'know, as... I guess you could say... a rather novel type of public service... y'know, in which the punishment is sadistically fitted to fit the crime... so to speak..." "So... what happened, Vicki?", Jake eagerly interjected. "Did some of your Newbies cohorts finally catch on to what these two nerdy eggheads were doing and elected to fix their wagons... y'know, by turn them into women?" "No! Not hardly..." "Then... what happened, Vicki? I mean... how did they end up getting turned into women?" "Basically... what it all comes down to, Jake is: they asked to be turned into women..." "Yeah! Right! Two geeks... who you claim were ardently heterosexual... actually asked these Newbies of your's to change their sex?" "Yes, Jake... as strange as it sounds... that's exactly what happened. "I'll grant you... neither one of them started this data gathering project of their's with the intention of ever becoming a Newbie themselves... but that's exactly what happened. "You see, Jake... one evening.. about two months into their self- assumed project... while the two of them were busy in their dorm room documenting their most recent research... y'know, and downing a couple of brewskies as they diligently pecked away at their respective PCs... Shannon... or... I should say the guy who would become Shannon... joking quipped that his bosom buddy Brenda ought to seriously think about taking the Newbie plunge... suggesting as he did so that... once a woman... he and his femmed out to the max buddy could have a lot of fun together... exploring all those nifty things that neither one had yet had the pleasure or... for that matter... the opportunity to explore. "Brenda... or... I should have said... the lanky Pollock who would - in time - opted to become the ever so lovely, raven haired Eurasian looking Brenda... teasingly replied that he thought the idea had some merit... if... that is... it was his buddy Shannon - not he - who became the girl. "Eventually... the two of them tired of their lighthearted, seesawing, back and forth jest and dropped the subject altogether. However... even though they did... neither one of them could quit rid themselves of the admittedly perverted sexual fantasies that Shannon's teasings had engendered. A week later, though Brenda had no idea that Shannon had come up with the very same solution to the quandary that each, in his own way, was dealing with, broached the subject of proposed womanhood once again; suggesting, in a very earnest and up-front manner, that while he wouldn't take the Newbie plunge alone, he would if his buddy the male Shannon would.