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BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL by J R D IN THE PARK... Jack Smith, James Smith's father, was jogging through the park one day when two men jumped him. Now Jack was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed working out, but these men clearly knew what they were doing and Jack was unconscious before he knew what was happening... ************** AT THE BEACH... Melissa Smith, James' mother, Jack's wife, drove into the beach parking lot where James and his new wife Samantha were supposed to be meeting her later. She was about a half hour early. Jack had gotten up early, made her help him get dressed to go jogging, and she couldn't get back to sleep. She looked around and saw her son's car. Not wanting to just sit and wait in the car, she decided to take a walk on the boardwalk that surrounded the beach. Maybe she could find James or Samantha. At the very least she could get a little something to eat. She wandered down the boardwalk, checking the stores (mostly tourist trap junk) and seeing the sights (mostly sand, hot looking bodies, and colorful beach umbrellas). About fifteen minutes after she started, she saw someone who she thought was Samantha down on the beach. The woman she thought was Samantha was rubbing suntan lotion on a beautiful, blonde woman's back. "Samantha" then untied the woman's bikini top. Melissa was then doubtful of this woman's identity, since she then proceeded to massage her partner's back in a most sensual way. Oh, it was nothing that was going to get them banned from the beach, but it was definitely suggestive of a relationship that went beyond simple friendship. Melissa tried to look away, but felt strangely drawn to this semi-erotic scene on the beach. She felt her own vagina grow wet as the Samantha look alike's hands slowly roamed her friend's back. Melissa watched in rapt attention as "Samantha" rubbed the woman's sides, shoulders, arms, and legs (and although she wasn't really close enough to tell, Melissa was fairly sure that "Samantha's" hands went in between the blonde's legs and stroked her pussy). Suddenly, the blonde reached behind her, re-secured the straps on her bikini and stood up (she was a tall drink of water, as the saying went). She took "Samantha's" arm and walked towards the private changing rooms offered at the side of the beach. As they walked, Melissa got a much closer look at the raven haired beauty. Was it? It was. It was Samantha. Was Samantha cheating on James after only four months of marriage? And with another woman, no less? "No," she thought. "I mean I haven't actually seen anything that was openly sexual. Just a really suggestive back rub." She watched Samantha and the blonde walk to the booth. Just before they went in, they gave each other a kiss, the kind of kiss that Melissa felt should only be made between lovers. Problem was, Melissa wasn't sure what disturbed her more; the fact that Samantha might be cheating on her only son, or the way these two women kissing made her feel... down there. God knows, no man, including her husband, had made her feel that way in a very long time. She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten really wet. Now, this... barely PG-13 scene between two women was exciting her? She shook her head. She had to talk to Samantha. At the very least to find out whether or not she was cheating on James. She ran down to the beach, stopping outside the dressing room. Inside she heard a woman moaning in unmistakable sexual lust. Melissa closed her eyes and imagined the scene inside. The blonde, sitting on one of those beach chairs, her legs splayed wide open, Samantha kneeling between them, licking with long,... slow,... sensitive strokes. Samantha's fingers would gently probe and fondle the woman's legs, touching her in places of enjoyment that only another woman would know about. Then the scene shifted. Instead of the blonde in the chair, it became Melissa herself. Samantha was still between her legs, and the blonde now stood behind her, rubbing and fondling her tits. Melissa snapped her eyes open and shook her head. Now where had that come from? Melissa wasn't a lesbian. She was happily married. Okay, maybe saying "happily" married was stretching it. But she was married and Jack was the father of her only child. So as much as she... as she... disliked the man, she had a duty to stick by him. And as much as this imaginary lesbian scene was turning her on, she had to stop Samantha from cheating on her son. She banged on the door. "Samantha. It's Melissa Smith, your mother-in- law." "Uhm, wait a second, Mrs. Smith. I'll be out in a few seconds." Melissa heard a couple people bustling about inside. She was tempted to burst in, but decided to wait. There were no other exits to this booth other than the one she was standing in front of. So she'd soon see whoever Samantha was having sex with in there. Melissa heard the lock being undone on the inside of the booth. The door opened, and sure enough, there stood Samantha. "Hello, Mrs. Smith." "Hello, Samantha." Melissa made a somewhat blatant attempt to look over Samantha's shoulder. "Uhm, I was pretty sure I heard someone else in there. Who was it?" A figure did step out from behind Sam, but it wasn't the blonde Melissa had seen before. "Hi, mom. Just me." "Hello, James." Melissa stepped up and hugged her son. "We were just, uh,... catching some private time before we went to meet you." "Oh, please, son, I may be old, but I'm not that old. You two were doing what any newlyweds would be doing. You were breeding like bunny rabbits." James blushed red. "Mother!" Sam wrapped her arms around her husband's waist. "Doesn't he blush cute?" Melissa smiled. "It's okay, son. I promise that over the cruise we won't torment you too much." "Yeah, sure." "So why are we all going on this cruise?" "Well, this is the anniversary of the day I proposed to Sam. And I figured that you and dad could use the trip. Even though dad's been retired for a couple years now, with the exception of our wedding, you two haven't left the house in decades." "Well, you know how your dad is. Once he gets settled into a pattern, he doesn't like to bother changing." "Yeah, including a pattern of playing around on you." "Now, James, that's between me and your father." "Yeah, but I don't have to like it." "Nobody's asking you to." "Mom, why don't you leave him?" Melissa sighed. "Son, I'm a woman in my late fifties, with no applicable job skills. What am I going to do for income if I leave your father?" "Mom, you could easily get more than enough alimony from dad's retirement income to live on comfortably for the rest of your life. And even if you got no alimony, you could move in with Sam and me for as long as you needed. You're still a beautiful woman, mom. Even if you felt you had to have a man, you could land one in no time." "Son, even if that were true, and I don't doubt that it is, I'm from the old school where you don't just walk out on your husband. The whole till death do you part thing. So come on. Your father's on his morning jog. Let's change the subject. Okay?" "Okay, mom." "Let's discuss where we're going to eat." Sam said, "Oh, I know just the place. There's this pizza place up on the boardwalk. The sausage and mushroom pizza is just to die for." "Lead the way, Samantha." "Please. Call me Sam, Mrs. Smith." "Only if you call me mom." "Okay, I'm going to get our stuff and pack it in the car. I'll meet you there." As Sam and Melissa walked off, James went inside and got their stuff. He then got out his cell phone, dialed a special number, and waited for it to pick up. When it did, he said, "Mistress Elaine, it's James. Do it." *************** AT MISTRESS ELAINE'S PRIVATE CLINIC... Mistress Elaine stood over an unconscious Jack Smith. "Well, Mr. Smith, it appears that your wife is determined to stand by you despite your philandering, macho ways." Elaine signaled to Susan, her lab assistant, who brought over a syringe full of some specially designed chemicals that Elaine had invented. "You know," she said, still talking to the unconscious man, "as a scientist and a modern woman, I'm glad she didn't. But as a compassionate human being, I can't help wondering if you wouldn't have liked it better if she had dumped your silly ass." Elaine stuck the end of the syringe into Jack's arm and pumped him full of the drug. One hour later, after the first drug had saturated his body, Elaine took two syringes, and injected Jack's chest, each one going under the nipple. Elaine then took a third and fourth syringe and injected Jack in his hips and waist. Then with one last syringe, injected him under his jaw. Susan asked, "Is that it?" "Not quite. We'll wait one hour then inject him with the reversal agent." "Why inject him with all the chemicals, just to inject him with the reversal agent?" "Because the reversal agent we're going to inject him with is only one half of the entire compound. The other half goes into his wife." "How are we going to arrange to inject her?" "The other half can be administered orally. And unlike most of my compounds is thin enough to be mixed into an herbal tea." "So what will these compounds do?" "I suspect you'll have a chance to find out." "Me?" "Both you and Elizabeth are due for some vacation time. So I'm sending the two of you on the cruise with James and Samantha. My guess is that in a few days you'll be able to see first hand what the compounds have done." Susan gave Elaine a lascivious look. "Will we be in the same cabin as the happy couple?" Elaine laughed. "You are an incorrigible fiend at times. No, you two will have a suite of your own. James and Samantha will be in one suite, and Tracie will be in a cabin of her own." "A separate cabin for Tracie? But why?" "Because James' mother, who is unaware of the existence of Tracie, will be in the suite right next to the happy couple. Which means you must also be careful of open displays of affection with any of them, Tracie included." Susan smiled and stuck out her tongue at Elaine. "Spoilsport." Elaine just smiled. **************** AN HOUR LATER, AT THE BEACH... As they talked, Sam said, "Well, it's time for this little lady to go use the bathroom. Care to join me, Mrs- mom?" "No, dear. But thanks for offering." After Sam got up, gave James a kiss, and went off to the restroom, Melissa said, "Dear, there's something I have to ask you about Sam." "Sure, go ahead." "How do I put this? Would Sam ever be willing to, uhm, spend time with a girl?" "I think I understand what you're asking, and yes, she's bisexual. Why? You interested?" James winked at his mother. "James, don't be crude. But I was wondering, now that you two are married, how does she deal with her... lesbian leanings?" "We share lovers." "What?" James smiled. "We're both allowed to find lovers outside our marriage. The only rule is that whoever we find is someone we have to be able to share. Someone willing to have sex with either or both of us." "So if I were to tell you that I saw her being... rather amorous with a young lady on the beach today?" "Tall lady, blonde, big tits?" "That's her." "That's Tracie. I know her well. In fact it was Tracie who helped us through a really bad rough spot that we had that nearly broke us up." "And you don't have a problem with the two of them having sex?" James shook his head. "What if Sam were to find some guy willing to have sex with you?" James smiled. "It's already happened, mom." Melissa was clearly shocked. "You've had sex with guys?" "Yup. Does that shock you?" "Yes!" "Now you know how I felt when you mentioned me and Sam doing it like bunny rabbits." Melissa shook her head. "Okay, okay. But are you kidding? Have you really had sex with guys?" "Yes, mom, I have. Although both Sam and I prefer other women for our extra-marital liaisons, we BOTH have brought other men into the affair." "Well, now I'm just confused." James laughed a bit as his cell phone rang. He answered, "Hello." Sam walked back to the table. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. We'll be there as soon as we can." "What's up?" Sam asked. "Apparently dad was attacked while jogging in the park." Melissa said, "What? Where is he? Is he okay?" "Relax, mom. He's fine. He lucked out. He was found by Elaine. She took him to her private clinic. He'll get better care there then at any hospital in the state." "Elaine?" "A friend of both Sam and me. She was at the wedding. Perhaps you remember her? Tall woman, 'bout my height, long, auburn hair, rather... well endowed." "Oh, yes. I remember." Melissa did remember, and what she remembered disturbed her. She remembered Jack and Elaine talking. Jack was being his usual jackass of a self, but Elaine didn't let it get to her. She didn't even have that guarded civility that many women put up to keep from making a scene when dealing with her sexist husband. She seemed so in control, so authoritative, so... attractive. She was the first woman Melissa could ever remember being attracted to, in that way. She shook her head. What was she doing? Her husband was lying in a hospital bed somewhere and she was fantasizing about a woman she barely knew. "Come on," she said, getting up and heading to the cars. If she hadn't been so worried about her husband or so disturbed by her burgeoning sexuality, she might've noticed the knowing look passing between her son and daughter-in-law. *********** A HALF HOUR LATER, AT ELAINE'S CLINIC... Melissa rushed into the clinic, and was quickly sent back to the room where Jack was sleeping soundly. "Is he okay?" she asked of the nurse. From the door, she heard, "He's fine. He's just sleeping off a sedative I gave him." Melissa turned to the door. Oh, god, it was her. Elaine. Melissa felt herself getting wet just looking at her. She turned back to Jack, mostly to hide the lustful feelings she was experiencing. "Why a sedative?" she asked. "He got a nasty bump on his head, and was complaining about a headache. I felt it was best if he got his rest, so I gave him a sedative. Hello, Sam, James." Elaine gave them both a hug. "So how long is he going to be out?" James asked. "I figure about 8 hours." "Damn!" Sam said. "That means we're going to miss our boat." "Oh, yes, your cruise. There's no need to miss it. You three go ahead and catch your boat. As soon as your father wakes up, I'll have him sent out on a helicopter straight to the ship." "But I can't leave my husband." "Nonsense, you're not leaving anyone. So your husband misses the first day or two of your cruise. He could probably stand the relaxation anyways." "I don't know." "Well, if you want, you may stay here. But it is my expert opinion that you'll only be wasting your time. I'll be in my office if you have any problems. James, I have those contracts whenever you're ready to sign them." James just nodded. After Elaine left, James said, "Mom, come on." "What? I can't just leave my husband when he's in this state." "What state? He's asleep, mom. He'll be fine. And you do no one any good just sitting by a sleeping body." "But-" "No buts. Mom, if I have to, I will sling you over my shoulder and carry you kicking and screaming onto the boat." "You wouldn't!" After a quick look at James' face, she said, "You would." She sighed and said, "Okay. Our stuff is packed and at the hotel, we'll need to pick it up before we go." "Okay, I'll go sign those contracts for Elaine, then we can go get them." "All right." Jack walked down the hall to Elaine's office. "Hello, Mistress," he said as he walked into the room. Elaine gave him an exasperated look. "When are you and Sam going to stop referring to me as Mistress? You know I've given you both permission to do so." "Yeah, but I got to throw in with Sam. It just doesn't seem right referring to you any other way. I have to work at it just to remember when someone else is in the room. I almost slipped just now with mom." Elaine just smiled. "Alright. I've got to admit, I kind of get a kick out of it. Here are the contracts." James quickly signed the contracts. "You know, you have made me a very rich man with what you have bought from me since we first met." "Anything for a friend. Now can you do me a favor?" "Sure." "Let me get some blood samples of both you and Tracie before you head off on your vacation." "Not a problem. Here or in your lab?" "Here's fine." Elaine got out a bag with her medical supplies in it. James extended his arm to her, and she drew a syringe full of his blood. "Okay, now Tracie." James removed his shirt, then closed his eyes. Elaine watched as his body transformed before her eyes. His chest expanded into breasts fully a cup size larger than her own D cup. His waist shrunk down and his hips widened. The muscles on his legs and arms compacted, giving his limbs a tapered look. His face took on a much rounder appearance. Suddenly, standing before Elaine, was a beautiful little sex pot of a woman. The only thing not fitting the image was her short, manly haircut. Elaine said, "Every time I see you do that, I'm amazed. How do you do it?" In a lighter, sexy voice, James' alter ego, "Tracie" said, "I have no idea how. I just do it. Besides Tracie is your creation. Yours and Sam's. Don't you have any ideas?" "Some, but nothing that's panned out." "Well, Tracie has been a welcome addition to our lives." "I can imagine. Without Tracie you two would have gone your separate ways." A year ago, almost to the day, James had broken up with Sam for no other reason than she didn't want to let him have sex with her (she had her reasons, he had to admit), so, for reasons of her own, Sam went to "Mistress" Elaine, a master biochemist whose work was decades ahead of anything being done by anyone else, and had her kidnap James then inject him with a compound that had turned him into Tracie, a she-male beauty with implanted commands that would make her subservient and controllable. The original plan was to teach him a lesson then to set it up so that Sam or Elaine could transform him back and forth between his two forms, giving him some time as James, but having to spend most of his time as Tracie, the sex slave. But something happened. Somewhere along the way James and Tracie merged psychologically. James understood the lessons that Sam wanted to teach him, and, somehow, gained control of the transformation, and could switch back and forth between the two forms at will. James also gained Tracie's strong empathy for those around her, particularly when the person was a lover. After Sam had revealed herself, a she-male who was the handiwork of Mistress Elaine, to what she thought was a subservient Tracie, James understood how he had hurt Sam, and fell in love with her all over again. He revealed his secret to Sam and proposed to her. It was also Tracie's empathy that brought them to their current place. At their reception, James' father, Jack, had acted like his usual sexist self, causing all sorts of problems amongst the female guests, and to James, with his psychic empathy, it was total hell. Jack finally pushed his son over the edge when he told his new wife that she should just give up her successful law practice to be a good stay at home wife for James. So, in return for allowing Mistress Elaine to study how he controlled his transformation and splitting the costs of the drugs involved, Elaine would use her biochemical know-how to teach Jack a well deserved lesson of his own. Sam knew about this, of course, but his mother was still clueless. "So," James asked as Elaine took "Tracie's" blood, "any other theories on what allows me to do this?" "A few. But they'll take more extensive testing that'll have to wait till you get back." "So what's this for?" "Just regular testing to judge changes in your biochemical state." "I just realized something. In the year that I have known you, I don't think I have yet to see you take a break. When was the last time you took a vacation?" Elaine stopped and thought about it. "About... ten years ago." "So why don't you come with us?" "I appreciate the offer, but I've got too much work to do here. Although, I've got to admit, I'd really like to get to know your mother better. Is she really in her fifties?" "Uh-huh. Fifty-eight next April." "Amazing. I would've pegged her as being almost twenty years younger than that. Only the silvering of her hair is any mark of her true age." "Yeah, if only it were for the right reasons." "What do you mean?" "She's always been younger then she looked, but about ten years back, she started getting various types of plastic surgery to stay looking young. But she did it at dad's request. Face lifts, tummy tucks, even breast implants and butt work. Not that doing so made any impression on him." "James, the more I learn of your father, the less I like him." "At least you haven't had to live with him for the last two and a half decades. So how're you going to get my mom medicated?" "Already being done. Your mother is being given a nice herbal tea to calm her frazzled nerves. An herbal tea laced with the compound she needs." "Excellent." Elaine put the vials of blood into a special refrigerator. "Okay you can change back now." James concentrated and returned to his masculine form. "You sure you won't join us on our cruise?" "I'm sure. But thanks for the offer." James wandered back to his father's room, thinking about Mistress Elaine. He was going to have to make a couple calls to Linda and Susan. For all that she had done, Elaine deserved a vacation. ************* LATER THAT DAY, ON THE SHIP... Melissa walked in on James and Sam while they were unpacking. "Hey, kids." "Hey, mom," James said. "Well, I'm finished with my unpacking. Do you two need any help?" "Naw, mom. We're just finishing up." Melissa noticed an unopened suitcase. "What about that?" she said, picking it up. "Don't bother with that one, mom." "Nonsense. The quicker we get it done, the quicker we can get to having fun." She popped the suitcase open. "Lingerie and women's bathing suits?" She picked up one of the suits. "Uhm, seems a little large for you, Samantha. In more ways than one." "That's because it's not mine." Melissa looked to her son. "Don't tell me you're wearing women's clothes, James?" James smiled. "It's Tracie's. She spends a lot of time over at our house and leaves quite a bit of her clothes there. This is the stuff she wanted to take along, and since we weren't sure of her cabin assignment at the time, we just packed it up and had it sent here." Melissa said, "She spends a lot of time at your house? I think I want to meet this girl." "Why don't we go meet her? She should be unpacking in preparation for departure." "Okay. I think that'd be great." James could tell by his mother's tone that she wasn't too sure about Tracie, but was pretty sure she wasn't going to like what she learned. They all quickly changed into clothes for walking on deck. Samantha changed into a bathing suit and a matching skirt. James got into shorts and a polo shirt. And Melissa got into a yellow sun dress. Melissa looked at her son and asked, "James, did you shave your legs?" Samantha said, "Oh, I asked him to do that. I'm afraid his leg hairs... irritate me when we're having sex." "And you did that for her?" "Sure, mom. It's not that big a deal." Melissa sighed. "What?" "It's just that your father's leg hairs irritate me also, but I doubt he'd be so accommodating." "Probably not. Shall we go?" They went down a couple floors to Tracie's room. They knocked on the door, but after a while, when they got no response, James said, "Maybe she's wandering the deck before departure. Why don't you two do the same, and I'll check with the purser to see if she's checked in. Even if you don't find her, it'll give you a chance to get familiar with the ship." "Okay, hun," Samantha said. "Come on, mom." And before Melissa could protest, she was dragged off to the deck. As soon as his wife and mom were out of sight, James looked around, pulled out a room key and unlocked the door. Going inside he quickly stripped off his clothes. He closed his eyes, and Tracie came forth. He grabbed one of "Tracie's" suitcases, and opened it up. He grabbed a matching bra and panty set and quickly put them on. Then, looking through "her" clothes, Tracie decided on a sun dress similar to the one his mother had on. He decided to forgo a slip even though his mother was wearing one. He reached back, zipped up, then got out his blonde wig and put it on. Putting on a light application of make-up, Tracie finally felt ready to face the world. She went out and went up on deck. She made sure to check in with the purser as Tracie, then found a place on deck to watch as the ship pulled out. It didn't take long before she heard Sam's voice. "Tracie!" Tracie turned and waved to her wife and best friend. Sam and Melissa came over, and Tracie surprised them by wrapping her arm around them and planting a kiss on Sam's lips. They had discussed it earlier and decided that they would keep it low key while Melissa was around. But Tracie/James had been away from Sam too long. Even the half hour they had been apart was too much and she just couldn't resist taking a taste of Sam's mouth. "Hey, love," Tracie said. "Uhm,... yes,... well... Tracie, I'd like you to meet Melissa Smith, James' mother." Tracie extended her hand. "Finally glad to meet you, Mrs. Smith. James has nothing but the kindest words for you." Melissa gulped. She had intended to confront this woman, and find out what kind of role she played in her son's marriage. But now, standing in front of this tall, blonde beauty, all she could do was envision the same scene she had at the beach, Sam between her legs and Tracie behind her fondling her tits. She shook it off, and took Tracie's hand. "Charmed." Melissa wondered what she was going to say when she heard another voice yell out, "Sam! Tracie!" She turned and saw two women headed towards them. The first was a beautiful brunette about Sam's height, maybe a little smaller. The second was a tall (6'4" at least) blonde with mammoth tits (porn star huge tits). And Melissa found herself growing uncomfortably wet just looking at them. As soon as they got close Sam hugged the brunette and Tracie hugged the blonde. Sam said, "Mom, I'd like to introduce you to two of our best friends. The sexy brunette is Susan." Melissa took Susan's hand. "And the amazonian blonde is Elizabeth, her wife." Melissa took Elizabeth's hand, then said, "Wife?" Elizabeth said, "It's not an officially recognized marriage, of course. But I serve at home as Elizabeth's good and dutiful wife. So that's what I prefer to refer to myself as." "Well, that's... uhm,... Well, I'm not sure what it is. But as long as you're happy together." "Ecstatic." Melissa didn't know what to say. Especially since she was envisioning the two women rolling around naked on a bed. "Well,... I'm happy for you." What was going on? Why couldn't she control herself? All right, she might be able to accept that she had lesbian feelings, but was she destined to lose control every time she met a beautiful woman? Together, the five of them watched the ship pull out of dock, but Melissa was so confused, she didn't even wonder where her son was. ************ BACK AT ELAINE'S CLINIC... Jack slowly worked his way back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes he looked up to see a beautiful, tall, auburn-haired beauty looking down at him. "Mr. Smith? Are you okay?" "Where am I? Last thing I remember was being attacked by two men while I was jogging in the park." "You were attacked. Do you recall who did it?" "No. They got me from behind and knocked me out before I knew what was happening. But how did I get here?" "I found you at the park and brought you here." Jack looked at her and said, "I know you, don't I?" "I was wondering if you'd remember. My name is Elaine. We met at your son's wedding." "Oh, yeah, the... scientist, or something or other." "Yes, that's me. Well, Mr. Smith, one of the doctors I keep here has cleared you to leave any time you wish. I promised your wife and son that I would fly you out to the ship as soon as you were ready. I'd suggest you file a report with the police first." "Fly me out?" "Yes. I'm afraid the doctor administered a sedative earlier. The ship you were supposed to be on right now has already left port. And since your wife was going to do no one any good sitting here fretting over you, your son and daughter-in-law took her to the ship. So as soon as you're ready, I can have a helicopter ready to depart." "Oh, no rush. I mean, after all, I've still got to make that police report, don't I?" "Of course. Well, whenever you're ready, just come back here and I'll have a helicopter waiting for you." Elaine walked out of the room shaking her head. The man was so transparent. He clearly planned on spending at least a few days away from his wife to fool around. Just like James said he would. She walked back to her office and pulled out a couple sheets of her personal stationery. She thought about it then began to compose the letters for Jack. Usually she would handle this personally as she had done so many times before, but James had recommended letters instead feeling that Jack would be more likely to react as they wanted if he had to face it in writing. She wasn't sure she agreed, but James knew his father. When she was finished, she found that Jack was already gone. Well, it was time for her to leave anyways. She got her stuff together and went down to the car. She gave her chauffeur a quick kiss, and then got in and went home. When she got there, she went in and collapsed in her chair. Linda, the head of her household staff, a beautiful Native American Elaine had "converted" to a she-male, came up to her with a pot of tea, and set it beside her. "Good evening, ma'am. Rough day at work?" "Not rough so much as filled." As Linda poured her a cup of tea, Elaine said, "Ah, Linda, you always seem to know what I need." "That's what makes me so good at my job." And if Elaine had not been so tired, she might've noticed the strange taste to the tea. But when she fell into a deep sleep, her only thoughts were about the lab work she had planned for tomorrow. Lab work she would not have the chance to get done. ************** LATER THAT NIGHT... Jack wandered the strip, looking for a hooker to pick up. He wanted a pretty one, but any would do. He found a pretty, young blonde (most likely underage, not that he cared), and took her to an alley to fuck. The girl reached over and undid his pants, freeing his dick. She then leaned over, took his dick in her mouth and sucked him till he sprayed into her mouth. He remained hard as he slid over towards the passenger seat, with the hooker climbing up and over him, straddling his legs. She then lowered herself down onto his dick (she was wearing crotchless panties). He grabbed her hips and started pumping her up and down, paying no attention to what she was getting out of it. Soon he was spraying deep into her. After he was finished, he paid the girl, drove her back to her corner, then drove home. When he got there, he noticed that his dick was still hard, and he was still horny. It surprised him, because he usually was good only for a maximum of two orgasms, usually only one. He got into bed, played with himself until he came, then fell asleep. ************** NEXT MORNING, ON A HELICOPTER FLYING OVER THE OCEAN... Elaine woke, a pasty taste in her mouth, and a beating sound in her ears. She had enough experience with drugs to realize from the taste in her mouth that she had been drugged. But it took her a few seconds to realize that the beating sound she heard came from the high speed whirling of the helicopter blades. As she fought her way back to a full awareness of reality around her, she heard a voice say, "Good morning, ma'am.. Did you sleep well?" It took her a few seconds to identify the voice. "Norma," her personal helicopter pilot, "what's going on here?" "A vacation, ma'am." "You just got finished with a vacation." "Not for me, ma'am. For you." "What? I am far too busy for a vacation! Return me home at once!" "No, ma'am." "What?! Are you disobeying me?!" "Yes, ma'am. I am." "You realize you're risking your job by disobeying me?" "Yes, ma'am. And normally obedience to your wishes always takes first precedence in my life. But before your wishes must come your health and well being. You have not had a vacation in over a decade. Both Susan and Linda agree that there is nothing going on in your life that can't wait till after the cruise is over." "The cruise? Is this James' idea?!" "It started with him, ma'am, but there isn't a one of us that doesn't agree with it." Elaine shook her head. "Alright already. I give. I know when I'm licked. How long till we reach the ship?" "Fifteen minutes." Elaine just smiled. Fifteen minutes later the helicopter landed on the cruise ship. Before she got out Elaine leaned forward and said, "Norma, you're not going to lose your job for this, but when I get back, you, Linda, and anyone else involved in this little conspiracy are due for a serious spanking." Norma grinned. "Promises, promises." "Now give me a kiss before I go." Norma leaned over and back a little and kissed Elaine on the lips. Elaine got out and was met by the captain. Norma got out and started unloading her luggage. "Good morning, Miss..." "Elaine. Just Elaine." "Miss Elaine. Your suite is ready, just as your personal secretary arranged." "Yes, very good. Captain, I'm looking for Mr. James Smith. I know he's on board. Would you happen to know where he is?" "Mr. Smith? The name is familiar." The captain thought for a moment. "I believe he has the suite next to yours. As to where exactly he is on the ship, I wouldn't hazard a guess. But it's still early, so if he's the type to sleep in, he might still be in his room." "He isn't, but I will check there first." Melissa was making the bed in her room. She knew the housekeeping staff would take care of it, but 40+ years of habitual room keeping wasn't something that just went away. Besides, James and Sam deserved some time alone. It was the anniversary of their deciding to marry, after all. It was then that she heard the knock on the door. Figuring it was housekeeping, she said, "Come." The door opened and she turned, and was shocked by what she saw. It was Elaine, the tall, sexy, beautiful woman who ran the clinic where her husband was (at least that was where she thought he was). "Mrs. Smith? Do you remember me?" Melissa could only nod. "I'm looking for your son. Do you know where he is?" "U... Up on deck. By the pool." "Thank you." As Elaine turned to leave, Melissa asked, "Why are you here?" The question was a little rude, and Melissa could tell by the look Elaine gave her. "I mean, why are you looking for my son here?" "Isn't this his room?" "No. He and Sam are next door." "Oh. My apologies. The captain said he'd be in the room next to mine." "You're... next door?" "Mm-hmm. Guess that makes us neighbors." "So, uhm, why weren't you here for departure?" "To be honest, I didn't plan on coming at all." "Then why are you here?" "I made the mistake of confessing to your son that I hadn't had a vacation in over ten years, so he and some of my staff conspired to get me here against my will. So I plan on finding him and slapping him for it. Only playfully, of course." Melissa smiled. "Well you have his mother's permission to spank him, as well." Elaine gave a light hearted laugh that sounded to Melissa like silver Christmas bells. "Only if he wants it, and only if we're alone." Elaine winked at Melissa. Melissa blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've shocked you. You're so young looking, that I forget that you're from an older generation than I am." "No problem." Actually, it hadn't been the mere fact of the spanking that had caused her to blush. It had been the sexual excitement she had gotten from the image of her son over this woman's knees, getting a spanking. "See you on deck?" "Yes." She hadn't planned on going up on deck, but for some reason, she just couldn't say no to Elaine. God help her if Elaine ever did ask for sex. Melissa wasn't even sure she could say no to that any more. It was only after Elaine had left that Melissa realized that she had forgotten to ask how Jack was. ****************** AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM... Jack woke, and noticed a strange sensation in his body. It was centered in his chest, but his entire body seemed to throb and tingle. He reached up to scratch his chest and his hands bumped into something. And whatever it was, the sensation was transferred directly to him. He rolled over to turn on the light, and his chest felt strange. Like it wanted to go in a direction entirely different from the one he wanted to go. He clicked on the light and looked down. "Oh, God!" he thought. "I've got tits! Big tits!" He sat up and touched himself. He felt the sensation of his fingers. He rubbed and eventually pinched his tits, feeling every bit of it. Well, if they were fakes, they were very good fakes. He got up and went into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. What he saw shocked him. The changes went further than just his having tits. His face was now rounder, softer, more... feminine. He still looked mostly like himself, but he definitely looked more effeminate, and, well,... younger. Also, his waist and hips had changed, the former smaller, the latter wider. How could this have happened to him? Who had done it? Somebody wanted him to be a girl? But why? He stopped to think about it. Wait a minute, that woman, the one he had waken up to. What was her name? Elisa? Eloise? Elaine? Yes, that was it. Elaine. Wasn't she a scientist of some kind? Was she capable of doing this? For some reason, it was getting harder and harder to think. At first, he thought it was part of the process of becoming a woman, then he noticed it. He was playing with his own tits, and the sexual excitement was diverting his attention. Well, fine. If he was going to get distracted by his sexual needs, then he was going to need to get rid of his sexual excitement. He left the bathroom and went out to the bed. He lay on his back, grasped his dick and started pumping. He noticed that his body now seemed to take a little longer to get hard, and his free hand kept wandering to his tit. At first, he tried to resist, not wanting to deal with the symbology of getting excited by playing with his own tits. But after the third or fourth time of finding his hand on his tit, he decided, "Fuck it," and just let his hands do what they would. He pumped his dick while rubbing his tit, and soon (although not as soon as he usually did) he was spraying wildly. Then it happened. It was a throbbing tingle that started in his balls and soon spread to the rest of his body. He lay there and trembled for a few seconds. When it stopped, he looked down at himself, then ran to the bathroom. He was right! His tits were larger! Even his waist and hips had changed, growing smaller and larger respectively. He walked out to the bedroom, got dressed in sweats and a T-shirt (which now barely fit over his tits), then went out to the main area of his room. He was wondering what he was going to do when he noticed a letter on the floor by the door. He picked it up and read it. "Good morning, Jack, If my guess is right, you should have a nice pair of tits hanging off your chest right now. Let me guess, you went out and found some woman in a bar, or perhaps even hired a hooker then took her and had sex with her. Shame on you, Jack. You're a married woman. Oops, married man. Well, if you won't be a faithful husband, then I will ensure it. If you haven't figured it out yet, every orgasm you experience will cause your tits to grow 1 cup size, your waist to shrink 1 inch, and your hips to expand 1/2 inch. Your original measurements were 38-36-34, so figure out your current measurements from that. The first one won't change. It'll just have a cup size added to it. The second will stop at a minimum of 20 inches, and the last will stop at a maximum of 38, but there is no maximum to your cup size. I suggest you be a faithful and celibate husband, for if your tits grow too large they could damage your back. Your face will also grow younger and more effeminate after every orgasm. After all, how are you going to go out with tits if you don't look like a woman? Take heart, though. There is a way to reverse your change. How? Simple. Just orgasm within your wife after pleasuring her. Your wife, unknown to her, has been treated with the reversal agent, which will co-mingle with the agents in your semen and undo what was done to you one stage for every orgasm. Be a good husband, Jack. Love, Elaine" So it was that bitch of a scientist who did this to him. Poor, frustrated whore probably couldn't find a man, and hated all men for it. And as for what she did to his face? Did she really think he would be going out like this? His wife would be back in... 6 days. He could wait that long. Curious though, Jack figured it out. He had had two orgasms last night with the hooker, one before he went to bed, and one this morning. That was four total which gave him measurements of 38D-32-36! That gave him only four more orgasms before his hips reached their widest, but 12 more till his waist reached his smallest. And twelve more would give him a cup size of... M! Did the woman really think he had that little control over himself? *************** ON THE SHIP... James, Sam, Susan, and Elizabeth were all on deck. Sam had just told a joke and James was laughing when he was slapped on the back of the head. Without looking at who did it, James said, "Good morning, Mistress." Elaine gave him a disapproving stare. "Good morning, James." Elizabeth and Sam both said, "Mistress!" Sam asked, "What are you doing here? Did you take James up on his offer?" "Not Exactly." "What do you mean?" "It seems your husband," Elaine turned to Elizabeth, "your wife, Linda, and a few others entered into a conspiracy to get me to take my first vacation in a decade, despite my direct wishes to the contrary." James smiled, "You needed this and you know it." Elaine sat down. "Granted. But that still doesn't mean I plan on letting you out of your punishment." James quipped, "And you wonder why we call you Mistress." Elaine laughed. "Touche But that still doesn't mean I plan on going easy on the two of you." Susan smiled conspiratorially. "Promises, promises." Elaine said, "She said, quoting her fellow conspirator, Norma." Susan stuck her tongue out at Elaine. "Oh, by the way, James, since your mother has given me permission to spank you, I plan on going particularly hard on your cute, little ass." "Oh, my," James said in mock fear, "whatever can I do to mollify you, great Mistress?" "Well, you can start by kissing me. We'll see what else you need to do after that." "Gladly." James leaned over and pressed his lips to Elaine's. The two of them kissed sensuously, and, when they broke, Elaine said, "You always were a phenomenal kisser, James." "Not always. Just another of the benefits of Tracie." From down the deck, they heard Melissa ask, "Speaking of which, where is Tracie?" "Hi, mom," James said. "Oh, she's around here someplace. Tracie does tend to come and go as she pleases." James got up. "Here, mom, take my seat while I go get another chair." "Oh, no. I can go get one of my own." "Nonsense." James escorted her to his chair before heading across the deck to find another chair. Melissa hadn't wanted to say it, but she didn't want to take James' chair because SHE was sitting in the chair right next to it. Trying not to let her discomfort show, she turned to Elaine and asked, "So, Elaine, I understand you're some kind of scientist?" "Mm-hmm. A biochemist." "Pardon my ignorance, but what does a biochemist do?" "I develop new medications and test their effects upon the human body." "Well, that's all a little beyond me to tell you the truth." Susan said, "Don't worry. It's a little beyond everybody. Elaine is years ahead of anything anyone else is doing." As James returned with a chair, Elaine said, "Don't think that flattery is going to get you out of your punishment, Susan." "Oh, no, ma'am." Susan winked at Elaine. Melissa sighed. "I envy you youths your sexual freedom." "Oh, come now," Elaine said. "You're a youthful, attractive woman. I bet you could easily keep pace with any of us in bed." An image of Melissa and Elaine naked in the same bed flashed through Melissa's mind and she blushed crimson. "Oh, I'm sorry. I keep making you blush." "It's no problem, really." Deciding to start giving back what she was getting, Melissa said, "If I'm going to hang out with kids, I suppose I should learn to play kids' games." Elizabeth laughed as Susan, James and Elaine just smiled. Sam said, "Well said, mom. And feel free to join in any games we all play together." As images of a mass orgy flashed through Melissa's mind, she said, "With all five of you? What are you trying to do? Give your poor, old mother-in- law a heart attack?" Sam laughed and hugged Melissa. "Never, mom. We all want you to stick around for a very long time." Melissa said, "Son, you're being unusually quiet. What's up?" "Just... thinking about Tracie. I think I'm gonna go look for her." Sam asked, "Want me to go with?" "Naw, you stay here with mom and Elaine. But if Elizabeth and/or Susan could help, it'd be greatly appreciated." "Sure, hun." James, Elizabeth, and Susan got up and left the table. After they left, Melissa asked Sam, "Why would he ask them, but not you?" "Because I think they're planning a 3-way." Elaine added, "Four if they actually find Tracie." "Well, why didn't he ask you along?" Elaine said, "In our new found spirit of openness, I think I can tell you that your son is a phenomenal lover with the endurance of a horse. If we all take him on at once, he can and has worn us all to a nub. So rather than try, we take turns with him." To Sam, she asked, "You don't mind?" "Hell, no, mom. I know James loves me and no matter who either of us has sex with, we know we always have first place in each other's hearts." "I guess it's just kind of unusual for a mother to learn her son is a stud." Elaine gave a laugh and reached over and gave Melissa a one-armed hug. When Melissa tensed up, she said, "I'm sorry. I guess that was a little too friendly for us, yet." Melissa felt chagrined. How could she explain that she had just nearly orgasmed from Elaine's simple hug. "No, I just wasn't expecting it. No one outside of Sam or James has touched me like that in years." "Not even your husband?" Sam said, "Her husband isn't exactly responsive to her needs." Melissa said, "Don't you start in. I get enough of that from James." "Well James is right, mom." Before Melissa could respond, Elaine said, "Sam, leave your mother alone. She knows what she's doing." "Thank you." Elaine put her hand on Melissa's. "But I can say that if your husband isn't doing everything he can to treat you as nicely as he can, then he's a fool." Melissa looked into Elaine's guileless eyes and said, "Thank you." Down in Tracie's cabin, James got in, then stripped off his shirt. Barely able to talk, he told the couple, "Lock the door." As Susan closed and locked the door, Elizabeth asked, "What is it, James? What's wrong?" Panting heavily, James quickly brought forth Tracie. "It's mom. For some reason, over the last couple days, she's been super-excited sexually. Still trying to figure out why, but since my empathy causes me to feel everything she does, added to the level of sexual excitement we all operate on, it's incredibly hard to think. If I'd've stayed up on deck with her a minute longer, I'd've grabbed someone and taken them right there." "So what can we do?" Tracie stood there, so excited that she was unable to move. In a plaintive voice, she begged, "Help me find release." Elizabeth smiled. "Of course, love." She took Tracie in her arms and kissed her. Just the proximity of Elizabeth's body was enough to cause Tracie to experience her first orgasm of the day. And thanks to the release, Tracie was able to take a more active role. She reached up, and pulled Elizabeth to her. Their bodies mingled, their breasts rubbing passionately. When they finished their kiss, Susan and Elizabeth helped Tracie (still incredibly excited) to the bed. They laid her on her back and began to slowly stroke her body. They started on her legs, slowly rubbing and fondling them, they moved up, avoiding her crotch, rubbing her abdomen, switching off to her arms, and finally taking a breast each, rubbing, and sucking till Tracie experienced her second orgasm. "Fuck me," said Tracie. Elizabeth responded, "Your wish is our command." Elizabeth removed her dress, slip and panties, leaving her corset, stockings and heels on, exposing her dick, while Susan removed James' shorts and briefs from Tracie. Susan started to undress as Elizabeth got on the bed. Placing her hands under Tracie's thighs, she lifted Tracie's legs up to her tits, exposing her ass for easy entry. Elizabeth got close, pressing her dick to Tracie. "Shove it in," Tracie begged. "Please, shove it in." "Relax, baby," Elizabeth said, "we're here for you." Tracie tried to relax as Elizabeth forced her way into Tracie's ass. Tracie shivered as Elizabeth pressed their hips together. Tracie's legs seemed to natural surround her lover's body and pull her closer. Now that Tracie's legs were out of the way, Susan, now naked, got up on the bed and straddled Tracie's head. Tracie, ever the diligent lover, tilted her head and started licking Susan's cunt. She then reached up, took Susan's breasts in hand and started to rub and knead in the way she knew Susan liked. Susan reached out and took her wife's breasts and rubbed them. And Elizabeth completed the triangle by taking Tracie's breasts in hand and began rubbing them as she continued pumping into Tracie's ass. Tracie trembled and came once again, this time finally regaining enough control to start taking a more active role in the sexual proceedings. She slowed down her tongue on Susan, licking slowly along her slit. She then touched Susan's clit with her tongue, brushing it ever so lightly. Susan moaned and squeezed her wife's tits. They moved together sensually until they came together in a 3-way simultaneous orgasm. After they calmed down, Tracie said, "Thank you." Susan said, "Anytime, love. You ready for more?" "Actually, I better make an appearance as Tracie. But if you two could stay here, out of sight, it'd go a long way to explaining James absence." "Not a problem, dear. But what about your mom? Aren't you worried about getting overly excited as Tracie around her?" "Maybe. But this body seems better able to handle it than when I'm James. Besides, I don't think mom likes Tracie much. I think she feels that Tracie plays far too big a role in our lives." "If she only knew." Susan winked at Tracie as she got dressed in a bathing suit. Tracie just smiled and left with a quick, "Have fun." After she was gone, Elizabeth said to her wife, "So do you want to just wait around for a while or did you have something else in mind?" Susan just growled and tackled her wife. ************** THE NEXT MORNING AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM... Jack woke up, his body aching with sexual need. His cock was so hard with "blue balls", that he couldn't even think straight. He reached up grabbed his dick and started pumping. With his free hand he stroked his nipple. And before he remembered what doing so would mean, he was spraying into the air. Jack felt his body tremble and change. He got up, his new DD's bouncing as he moved. He should now be 38DD- 31-36.5. He went into the bathroom and got another shock as he looked in the mirror. "My hair! It's grown!" His hair had indeed grown out. Down to his shoulders, in fact. And his face... Well, you could still tell it was him if you looked real close, but otherwise, he looked like a woman. Jack wandered out to the main room where he saw another note by the door. Quickly running over and grabbing it, he sat down to read it. "Dear Jack, The fact that you are reading this means that you didn't have the guts to go out as a woman to meet your wife. I suppose you think you can just wait until she returns from her trip. Well, there are a couple things to keep in mind concerning that plan. First, your hotel reservation runs out today, and the hotel you're at takes pictures of the credit card holder to ensure that no one else uses the card. And since you now look more like a woman, and you didn't approve your wife on your cards as an approved user at the hotel, the hotel will, in all likelihood, not extend your reservation. But I suppose you could theoretically con them into extending it (a good blow job for the manager would probably do it) or you could go to another hotel and claim that the Jack on your cards is short for Jacqueline (This would probably go easier if you put an i and an e after your first name on the signature, "Jackie", and you tell them the embossed name on the front is a mistake printing). But if you decide on this course of action, there's a second problem you need to be aware of. Included in the chemicals in your body is a bonding element which connects the portions of your brain which control dreaming, and the portion which controls your sex drive. In other words, Jack, starting on your second night as a she-male, it will be impossible for you to dream anything other than erotic dreams. I bet you woke up this morning with a hard-on that you just had to play with, didn't you? Did you play with your new titties when you played with your dick, Jack? Of course, now that you know about it, you may think you can control yourself in the morning, and, maybe you can. But with that much regular stimulation, combined with the chemicals making you younger (that's a constant effect till you get to puberty, orgasms just accelerate it. Oh, did I forget to mention that in my first letter?), it'll only be another day or two before you're having wet dreams and orgasming in your sleep. I figure by the end of the week, you'll be having 2-5 of those a night. So if you do decide to wait, expect a bare minimum of 5 cup sizes of growth. I honestly expect around 10-15. Maybe more. I just wanted to let you know that the offer of a helicopter ride to the ship is still available, but since you have been so inconsiderate as to keep your wife waiting, you now have to be dressed for the occasion. You will need to be in a bra and panties (my pilot will check), and a dress. That's right, Jack, a dress. Now I suggest you get out there and get what you need soon, Jack. I've checked. Most stores in town don't carry bras larger than DDD. Enough do so that they won't be that hard to find, but so that you'll need to look, carry up to EE, and a couple custom lingerie shops carry up to I, but if you're larger than that, you'll need to special order, and even if you pay for overnight delivery that's still risking another couple cup sizes of growth. Now I suppose it's possible that you've already grown so large that you won't be able to find a decent dress, so I'll give you a break. If you're over a EE (anything over DD is going to require you to shop in stores for full figured women) then you can get on the helicopter if you're wearing nothing other than a bathing suit. A woman's bathing suit, of course. Today I'll accept a one-piece. Tomorrow, you'll have to be in a bikini. You can get that at the same store as you get the bras. See you soon, Jack. Love, Mistress Elaine" Damn Bitch! If Jack ever got his hands on her, he'd show her what a real man could do. Jack imagined himself bending Elaine over and fucking her ass. He imagined her begging to give him the antidote, first to get him to stop, but then promising to give it to him if he wouldn't. And before he knew what he was doing, he was masturbating himself to another orgasm. He felt the tremble run through his body and suddenly he was 38DDD-30-37. "Oh, god," he thought. The woman was right. His sex drive hadn't been this strong since he was in his 30's. He had to get to his wife. But was he really going to have to wear a dress? After thinking about it, he realized, yes, he was going to have to wear a dress. He went through his clothes to find something to wear. He tried on some slacks, but all those slid from his waist, exposing his underwear. He finally decided on some jogging pants. The elastic kept them in place, but they were still loose on him, forcing him to move carefully to keep them from falling off. The only thing that would fit his top was his sweat top, but it barely covered his new mammaries, leaving his midriff bare and sexily exposed. He grabbed his belt pouch and put his ID and credit cards in it. As he walked out the door, he realized that the ID was useless. The ID showed a 60 year old man, he now looked like a woman in her late 30s. Oh, there were enough similarities that he could pass the ID off as that of a relative, perhaps a father, but Elaine was right. There was no way he was going to pass himself off as Jack anymore. What name was he going to use, then? Jackie? No, that was the name Elaine had chosen for him, and if he chose that, it'd be like letting her win. Perhaps he should just use Melissa's name. Yes, that'd be best. She was his wife. He had a right to anything of hers, even her name. He went down to the desk clerk, got the location of the nearest mall, and set out. He went inside to the department store at the end of the mall, hoping not to go any deeper into the mall than that, but quickly found that the lingerie section there was woefully understocked and had nothing larger than a D cup. He found himself becoming quite aroused just being there and wondered whether or not his erection was visible. He briefly considered going into the bathroom and jacking off, but dismissed it as soon as he remembered what would happen if he did. After a third pass through, hoping to find something, he realized that he was going to have to go to the specialty stores deep within the mall. Sighing, he headed off. As he walked through the mall, he noticed all the men staring at him and grew uncomfortable. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of speeding up, causing two things to happen. One, his tits nearly bounced out from his sweat top, and two, his sweat pants nearly fell off. The combination of which, of course, attracted the attention of every guy within line of sight. Jack got to the lingerie shop and quickly ran inside. Almost as soon as he got inside a pretty, young salesgirl pounced on him. "Can I help you?" Jack almost said no, but realized that he didn't know the first thing about choosing lingerie. And, although he had his dimensions if Elaine was right about how he had changed, she could be wrong (she was only a woman, after all). "Uh, yeah. I need some new lingerie." "Of course, what size do you wear?" "I'm not sure." "You're not sure of your measurements?" "Well, I've... recently lost a lot of weight, and don't know my new measurements yet." "Well, let's get your new measurements. Step into the dressing room and I'll get a tape measure." Jack went into the dressing room and waited. A few seconds later, the salesgirl stepped into the booth he was in and said, "Okay, take off those sweats, and I'll get your measurements." Jack gulped, and said, "No, I can do it, thanks." The salesgirl said, "Well if you insist, but these measurements are always more accurate when taken by someone else. Relax, hun, we're very discrete here." "Well, I guess so." Jack stripped off his sweat tops. "Okay, extend your arms out to your sides." Jack did as he was asked, and the woman ran the tape measure around him under her breasts. As she did so, her hands casually seemed to brush his nipples, sending an almost electric shock through his body, giving him a hard-on he hoped wasn't visible. "Okay, base measurement is a 38." She ran the tape measure around his breasts, her fingertips lightly stroking his nipples again. "Okay, widest point is 44 inches which gives you a cup size of DDD. Now drop your pants and I'll get your waist and hip measurements." "Uh, oh," he thought. He should've seen this coming. He couldn't let her see what was under his pants. What would she think? "Uh, no, really, I can do that. Why don't you get me a selection of bras to choose from?" "Because most of our lingerie here is sold as bra/panty sets. And it's just easier if I have all your measurements at once." "Yeah, but-" "No buts." Before Jack realized what she was planning, she reached out and yanked his pants down, exposing his boxers, and the hard-on contained within. "Oh, cool," she said, "you're one of those, whatchamacallits, a transsexual. A girl who used to be a guy." "Uhm, well,..." "Relax, hun. I can keep a secret. We've had a few transvestites, guys who like dressing as girls, come in here, but you're my first full-fledged transsexual." She reached out and pulled Jack's boxers down. "Wow, you've got a real stiff one, don't you?" She took it in hand and started stroking him. "Is this because of me, or do you just get a hard-on for women's clothes?" Jack moaned, and said, "Well, it's certainly not the clothes." "That's sweet." The girl leaned over and pressed her lips to Jack's. Jack trembled, between the kiss and this woman's hand on his dick, he was in sexual ecstasy. It wasn't until she started to fondle his breast that he remembered his current situation and what would happen if he orgasmed again. He tried to push her away, but his hands betrayed him. As soon as they touched her, he pulled her to him, mashing their breasts together (a pleasurable sensation, but one Jack felt he could do without). Unable to think straight, he reached under the woman's skirt and started to remove her panties. "Oh, you're a frisky one," she said. She let him remove her panties then put him on his back on a small bench in the booth. The bench was barely long enough to hold him, and his head and legs hung off the end. She straddled his hips, and slowly lowered herself onto him. She rode him, bouncing up and down on his dick while he just lay there enjoying it. It didn't take long before he was spraying