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The Women's Conference By Julie "All they are going to do is sit around and spend four days bashing men!" Glen said heatedly. "Exactly my point," Chet agreed. "They could do that here without having to spend $1000." "I'm sure they bash us already, but you know women," Jerry added, "they love to spend our hard earned money." The three men were sitting in the break room at General Medical, R & D, where they worked. General Medical, R & D was a group of engineers, designers and medical technicians that were on the cutting edge of specialty electronic equipment for the improvement of a person's health and well being. These particular men were a close knit group and their families got together on the weekends. They were currently discussing the women's conference that their wives were planning on attending at the end of the month. "What could 200 women do for four days? I've never seen a group of women larger than seven that didn't evolve into a major cat-fight. Can you just imagine the fight that that many women could produce?" Jerry continued. "What do you bet the conference is only three hours long and the rest of the time is spent recovering from the battle?" Glen said, laughing. "All I know is Maria has been planning on this conference for six months. It's all she has talked about for the last two weeks. I wish Jessica had never told her about it," Chet said, glaring at Jerry. "Hey, don't look at me that way. Irene told Jessica about it after she came back from the one they held last year. Apparently it was such a big success that they plan on making it an annual event," Jerry said, in his own defense. "Tell me about it! Irene came home from the last one already making plans to attend this one. She even talked her sister Stephanie into going this time," Glen said. "Well if Stephanie is going then Blake should be just as miserable as the rest of us," Chet said. "By the way, where is Blake?" "He's finishing up the proposal on the Miller project. You know how it is when you're the new guy. You just have to prove yourself," Glen explained. "Hell, he doesn't have to prove anything. Did you see his last design? It was flawless. We are lucky to have him," Jerry said. "As for him being just as miserable as the rest of us, he and Stephanie are just dating. When she starts going on about the conference, he can just go home. We, on the other hand, are stuck!" At that moment, Blake came into the break room. He was younger than the other three men who were sitting and talking. He was short for a man, only 5'5", and often felt self-conscious as a result. In the past, he had always thrown himself into his studies and later his work. He never had much luck with the girls because of his insecurities. Since he had spent most of his time over the keyboard of his computer, he had been labeled a geek by some. For the longest time, he had ignored his appearance. His hair grew long as did as his facial hair. He began to look like a hermit, but while attending the university, appearances didn't matter to him...only grades. As graduation loomed closer, he realized just how bad he looked. He shaved his beard and mustache off. He thought about cutting his hair but decided that as long as he kept it trimmed and clean, it looked good. Now he wore it pulled back in a ponytail while he worked. Stephanie loved his hair and said that it was wasted on a man. While at a get-together at Glen and Irene's, he had met Stephanie, Irene's youngest sister. They had gotten along fairly well and as a result, had gone on several dates. It wasn't anything serious yet, they simply enjoyed each other's company. "Hi guys. Sorry I'm late, but I wanted to finish up a couple of loose ends," Blake said as he sat down. "Blake, are you getting tired of hearing about this conference that all our women are going to? Glen asked. "Stephanie has mentioned it, but only in passing. Why?" he asked. "Has Stephanie said anything about what they are going to do while they are there? All our wives are going and we haven't a clue as to what they are going to do when they get there," Glen answered. "All she has said is that it's 'girl stuff' and I wouldn't be interested." Blake thought about the few times the two of them had talked about the conference. "I know she's excited to go but she has never given me any specifics about the agenda." "That's what I mean! None of us know what they will be doing and not one of them is going to enlighten us," Chet said. "I know a way to find out exactly what goes on," Jerry whispered, confidentially. The three men all huddled close to hear what Jerry had to say. "The project I am working on is that of creating a total body scanner. The idea is that a subject enters the scanning tube and a series of scans can read back all types of medical data. It's like an MRI only with electrical impulses. The patient could enter fully dressed, even with jewelry since it doesn't use magnetic resonance. A couple of months ago, there were a few problems and I had to change out one of the diagnostic modules. When I put it back together again, I connected the wires wrong." "I was running a test at about 3:00 am so that I would have access to the computer system's full capabilities. I had run tests on myself before so I didn't think anything about stepping into the chamber." By this time, the three men listening were spellbound. "As the test started, I noticed a higher RPM reading on the digital readout. About that time I started to feel a tingling sensation starting at my head and slowly spreading downward. I felt slightly disoriented and was afraid I might pass out when the scan finally shut off. I stepped out of the tube and got the shock of my life. I saw my reflection in the glass wall that separates the tube from the lab and almost screamed." Jerry paused for dramatic effect. "Well, what did you see?" Chet urged. "Go on, don't leave us hanging!" Glen pleaded. "Tell us!" Blake joined in. "I had turned into a woman. I still looked a little like me but I was definitely a woman. I had tits pushing against the front of my shirt and I grabbed for my dick but it was gone. It was as if it had never been there." "Aw shit, I should have known you were pulling a fast one. You really suckered me in with that one," Glen said, laughing. Chet and Blake relaxed, not realizing how tense they had become. They began laughing also. "I'm deadly serious! I started to panic, but I realized that I must have reconnected the module incorrectly. I spent two long hours pouring over schematics and finally realized what I had done wrong. If my theory was correct, and I prayed it was, then it was reversible. I made the changes, stepped back into the tube and reran the test. When the tingling started, I almost cried. When the scan ended, I grabbed my crotch and, thank God, everything was back to normal. The relief was so intense, I almost came in my pants. I haven't told anyone except you guys because as soon as the 'suits' upstairs find out about what I've managed to do, they will yank this away from me so fast my head will spin. Only when I have finish all my research and fully documented it, will I tell the head honchos." "Now what we do is change one of us into a woman and then that person would go to the conference and bring us back all the details." "What's the big deal anyway?" Blake asked, unnerved at the thought of what was being discussed. "So they want to go spend some time together and they don't feel the need to share the details with us. So what?" "You're not married so you don't understand. Trust us to know this could blow up into a real 'us vs. them' battle." Turning to Jerry, Glen continued, "So how convincing a change is it?" "The change is 100%. A male goes into the machine and within 15 minutes, a fully functioning female comes out." "No shit?" Chet said in awe. "So far, I have been able to change the sex of two rats, a rabbit and three chimps. The effects are completely reversible provided you don't stay in the altered state for more than 120 hours. I have been able to affect a change numerous times with the same subject as long as I stay within the 120-hour time limit. After 120-hours, the cells loose their flexibility and the change becomes permanent. I have had one 'male' rat deliver a healthy litter of babies. The other rat, which had been changed back and forth a couple of times, fathered them. So apparently there are no lasting affects of the change as long as you don't exceed the time limit," Jerry explained. All three men sat in silence as they tried to absorb the enormity of what Jerry was telling them. "This requires a lot of thought and planning if we are going to do this," Glen said. "I suggest we think about it overnight." Glen, Chet and Jerry pushed away from the table and left, their breaks over. Blake sat alone in the break room, thinking about what Jerry had said. Surely such a thing was impossible. He didn't want to think the others might actually give such a preposterous scheme serious thought. What Blake had to think about was if they decided to go through with it, would he be a part of it? He was enjoying the friendship he was developing with the men and their wives. He hated how lonely he had been before he came here and had been befriended by them. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he would do whatever they did. At that moment, he remembered his mother. "Just because your friends jump off the roof, does that mean you have to as well?" The answer now was the same as when he was seven. Yes, he would jump off the roof, even though he was afraid of heights. The next day was Saturday, and the four men got together to go bowling as they did every other Saturday. The four of them were in the process of putting on their bowling shoes when Chet brought the subject up. "Well, what do you guys think? I wasn't sure when I went home if we should even contemplate such an endeavor and then Maria started telling me of all she needed to accomplish before she left. I don't know if I can take two more weeks of this." "If we do this, it has to be a joint venture. One of us changes and the other three have to bankroll it. I figured it would cost about two grand to pull this off," Glen said as he stood to throw his first ball. Blake was a little stunned at the amount of money Glen was talking about. The others were well situated in their jobs and could easily afford the money, but he was just starting to get back on his feet after paying off his mother's funeral expenses. Part of his problem was that he was so alone. As an only child, the whole of the burden rested on him. "Why so much?" Jerry asked, as Glen sat down after leaving two pins standing. Even though it was Chet's turn, he waited to hear what Glen said. Apparently Blake wasn't the only one interested in that answer. "Well, the registration is $1000 for the conference. Then I figured about $600 for clothing and all the other stuff a woman would take to one of these things," Glen explained. "And the last $400?" Chet asked. "Spending money. Think about it. How much has Jessica said she wants to take with her, Jerry?" "She has been saving up and she said she had about $800 to take with her," Jerry replied. "You're right," Chet said. "Maria told me she wants to take at least $750 with her. I think they plan to go shopping at some point. "Irene told me she wanted $1500 because Stephanie didn't have much money and she didn't want her to feel left out. She also plans on taking the credit cards with her," Glen continued with a grimace. "The way I figure it, who ever we send will have the shopping habits of a man and won't need as much as the others." "You've got a point, but won't the other women wonder if our guy acts differently from them?" Jerry asked. Blake listened, fascinated. They actually thought this was going to work. He got up when it was his turn to bowl and was so distracted by what they had been discussing that his first ball dropped into the gutter, missing all the pins. His second ball wasn't much better, but at least he got two pins with that one. "So how do we decide who the lucky bastard is," Chet asked. "I think Jerry is out of the running because we will want to be sure he can reverse the process. Sure, he has already done it once, but I would feel like hell if he was unable to change himself back because of something...female," Glen said, vaguely. "Makes sense to me," Chet said. "So it's between us three. I repeat, how do we decide who the lucky bastard is?" 'Chet is sounding a little nervous,' Blake thought. "Simple. We draw straws. The short straw gets to be a girl," Glen said, matter-of-factly. He reached over and grabbed his bowling bag. After rummaging around for a few seconds, he pulled out three pieces of different colored wire. He handed then to Jerry. From the way Jerry held them in his fist, they all appeared to be the same length. He held his fist out towards Glen, Chet and Blake. "Go on...draw!" Blake looked at Chet and Chet shrugged as he reached out and selected a wire. Glen chose next. Blake took the last remaining wire. All three men held their pieces of wire out in their open palms. Blake was stunned. He felt as if he was falling off of that proverbial roof his mother had asked him about so many years ago. He had the shortest piece of wire! Blake wanted to turn and run as fast and as far as possible, but his feet seemed glued to the floor. Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "Ok-k, it seems like I'm the lucky guy. So what's next?" "Tomorrow, we meet at the lab and we change you," Jerry said. "Tomorrow? But the conference isn't for two weeks. Why do I have to change tomorrow?" Blake asked, ready to panic. "We need to get you outfitted. After you change, we will take you shopping and get you some clothes to wear," Glen explained. "But what will I wear to go shopping?" Blake asked. "Wow, I hadn't thought about that," Glen said. "I know," Chet put in. "Each of us need to bring one of our wife's outfits. Surely we can come up with something temporary. You know, panties, bras, shirt and jeans." Blake thought he was going to be sick. Panties and bras? They were serious. They were going to change him into a woman, and he was going to let them. 'If I survive this, I need to go see a shrink,' he thought. The next morning all four of them met in the break room where this whole thing had started. Each of them, except Blake, had a sack with clothing in it. "Maria almost caught me digging through her drawers this morning," Chet whispered, even though they were the only ones in the building. "God, I would have loved to have seen you try to get out of that if she had," Jerry laughed. "Well Blake, are you ready to go where no 'man' has gone?" "Sure, lead the way," Blake replied with false bravado. He hoped none of the guys saw his legs shaking. Jerry unlocked the door to his lab and all of them entered and looked at the machinery. It just looked like a bunch of circuits and wires. "It's not pretty, but packaging isn't my strong suite. When, or maybe I should say if, this ever goes public, someone else will do that part of it," Jerry explained. "Blake, you need to stand in here." He gestured to an enclosed area. "Maybe you ought to take your cloths off first. I was pretty uncomfortable in mine." Blake started to remove his clothes. He noticed the guys were watching him closely. "I think I'll leave my boxers on. They're pretty roomy," After he had stripped as far as he was going to, he stepped into the small chamber. Jerry went over to a console and began flipping switches and setting dials. "Okay everybody, here we go," he said as he pressed the last button. Blake heard the machinery begin to hum. The numbers on the readout began to change at a rapid pace but he didn't know what they meant. The air in the chamber seemed heavy as if it were being pressurized. Suddenly he felt as if hundreds of ants were scurrying over his head and moving lower. The hundreds turned into thousands as the sensation moved downward. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable. He had an urge to try to brush them off with his hands yet he couldn't move. Then he started getting dizzy. He still couldn't move his hands and he wanted to hold onto the sides just in case he started to fall. Just as he was sure he was about to black out, the machine shut off, the tingling went away and his head cleared. Blake looked down at this chest and was amazed at the large breasts that were now there. With his preoccupation about not passing out, he never felt them growing. His hand immediately dropped to his crotch. There he felt an absence of what was familiar. "Oh shit," Blake whispered under his breath. "Blake? Come on out," Jerry called. Blake just stood there. He had left his boxers on so the guys wouldn't get an eyeful, but he didn't think about his breasts. They were still going to get an eyeful. Suddenly, he was shyer than at any other time in his life. "Is something wrong, Blake," Chet asked nervously. "Can someone hand me a shirt?" Blake asked. "Preferably one of Maria's." Maria was the only one of the wives that had breasts as large as his. "Maria's!" he heard someone say. The door opened slightly and a hand passed a bag inside. Digging inside the bag Blake pulled out a bra and a shirt. He slipped the bra on and then struggled with the clasp in the back. 'How do women do it?' he thought. It took him a few moments, but he finally got it. The bra was still a little too small and it seemed as if his breast were spilling out over the top. He got the shirt and when he began to button it up, he had a hard time because the buttons were on the wrong side. Then he started to put Maria's jeans over his boxers. They were too large. Maria was extremely voluptuous over her entire body. Apparently he was only large in his chest. "Let me try Jessica's pants," he called out. He could hear the guys muttering amongst themselves, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. The door opened and another bag was handed in. Jessica's jeans were tight, but he knew his only other choice was Irene and she was as slim as a matchstick. Finally, he felt he could walk out without giving the guys a show. As he stepped out of the chamber, he saw the glass panel where Jerry had seen his reflection. The room on the other side of the panel was dark so it acted almost like a mirror. He stopped and stared. It was definitely a girl in the glass. She was slightly attractive, but nothing that would stop men in their tracks. Since Blake hadn't put his hair into a ponytail that morning, her hair caressed her breasts and hung down her back. It was slightly curlier than usual and seemed to be a little thicker as well. The fact that the jeans were too small made her hips look even slimmer than they actually were. Her face was Blake's face, yet softly feminine. Her lips were fuller than his and her nose slightly smaller, but the resemblance was definitely there. "Great job, Jerry! If I bring Irene in can you make her tits that big?" Glen asked. "This is what Blake would have looked like if he had been born as a girl. The women in his family have large breasts or else it would not be in his genetic makeup," Jerry explained. "So no, Glen, I cannot make Irene's tits bigger. Your out of luck there." "Now what?" Blake asked. He was startled at the soft, low voice that came out of his mouth. "Jeez, I don't even sound like me anymore!" "I think you sound kinda sexy," Chet said, with a wink. Blake punched Chet on the arm and everyone started laughing. It was just what they needed to break the tension. Glen stepped over to talk to Jerry. He wanted to know more about the machine. Chet approached Blake. "So, what does it feel like?" Chet asked. "What does what feel like?" Blake answered. "You know...what does it feel like to be a girl?" Chet sounded a touch exasperated. "I don't know, really. I don't feel much different. I'm a little off balance because my center of gravity has changed. Other that that, I don't 'feel' any differently." "Do you want me to show you how it feels?" Chet whispered. "What?" Blake asked, confused. "Do you want me to show you how it feels? You know..." Chet winked. "No I do NOT want you to show me how it feels! For crying out loud, Chet! I'm still Blake and I don't want you or any guy, for that matter, showing me anything! How would you like it if I showed you how it feels to get kicked in the balls!" Blake was appalled at Chet's suggestion. "Hey, calm down. It was just an offer...scientific research only. You don't have to get nasty about it." Blake went over to where Glen and Jerry were talking. "The next question is 'who' am I and 'where' am I from?" Blake asked "I thought you might be your long lost twin sister, who was raised by your father, who was a missionary in China," Jerry said. "People would expect him to know Chinese," Chet said. "You don't know any Chinese do you, Blake?" "Not a single word, but I am curious as to why that type of cover story," Blake answered. "Well, if you were raised by a man, that could explain any faux pas you might commit. As to the missionary in China part, that way you wouldn't have seen any modern magazines telling you how to do things. Ignorance can hide a multitude of discrepancies." "You have a point," Glen said. "Okay, how about a missionary to the Eskimo Indians. The odds of anyone you talk to, about your past, knowing any of those dialects would be virtually nil. Oh, and you were home schooled as well." "With that type of a background, it will be a wonder I can tie my own shoes!" Blake laughed, feeling more at ease with the whole project. "How are we going to explain my not being around to greet my long lost twin?" "I am going to send you out of town on a project and she will show up, unexpectedly, a week early," Glen said. "You might think about this and come up with some convincing details. You know women, they aren't happy until they know your every secret." "Wait a minute! What is my name? I can't go by Blake?" "It needs to be something close to Blake so you will answer to it," Jerry said. "What is close to Blake?" Chet asked. "Beverly?" "Barbara?" "Brenda?" "Betty?" "I know, Belinda!" Jerry exclaimed. "How is Blake like Belinda?" Chet asked. "Sound it out: Bah-lake, Bah-linda. It's as close as we are going to get," Jerry explained. "Belinda it is," Glen confirmed. "Blake, you have one week to get your story straight. Next weekend, we'll get together at my house for a barbecue and you can spring the new on all of us about your long lost sister coming to visit. Then, just before the conference, she will arrive unexpectedly. With you out of town, I'll suggest to my wife that she go with the four of them. It's foolproof!" Blake hated whenever anyone said something was foolproof. Invariably something would go wrong. Well it was up to him to be sure that nothing did. "Now what do we do?" he asked. "Now, my dear 'girl', we go shopping!" Glen stated. Everyone groaned because it is a well-known fact that men do not like to shop for women's clothing. Blake went to put on his sneakers and unfortunately, they were a little large. He tied them extra tight and they seemed secure. Then all four of them piled into Chet's Lexus. As they were pulling out of the parking lot, Chet asked, "Where to guys? Oh, and girl...sorry Belinda." He started snickering at his own joke and Blake rolled his eyes. "Aw, do you have to call me Belinda?" Blake asked. "Chet's right. We really ought to call you Belinda, at least when you are a girl, so you can get used to the name," Glen said "Since we only need stuff for four days, let's hit Wal-Mart. There is no point in spending a fortune for clothes that no one will need in just a few days," Jerry said. Once they were at Wal-Mart, the four of them headed to the women's department. "Let's start at the skin and work out," Chet suggested. "Yeah, Belinda, go get four pairs of panties and bras. We'll be over in sporting goods," Glen said. "Wait just a minute! I don't know anything about buying women's underwear. You can't just run off and leave me," Belinda complained. "We don't know anything about women's unmentionables either," Jerry said. "Besides, how would it look for the three of us to go rummaging around in that department. People would think we were perverts or something." "Just ask a sales lady to help you. Remember, you're a woman now," Chet said as the three of them headed towards fishing supplies. Belinda just stood there, not believing they would abandoned her like that. She slowly headed towards the lingerie department. As she looked at what seemed to be endless rows of bras, she realized she didn't even know where to start. She saw a sales clerk straightening some merchandise and approached her. Before she even opened her mouth, she was blushing bright red. She never did that as a guy! "Excuse me, Miss. I need to get some bras, but I don't know what size I wear. Can you help me?" she asked. Sylvia looked at the woman that had approached her. She looked as if she was about to cry. She felt a wave of compassion for the obviously embarrassed girl. "Sure thing, honey," Sylvia replied. "I know it can be confusing. Would you believe that some women would rather wear the wrong size than ask for help? Come over here to the dressing rooms and I'll measure you." Belinda was relieved that the woman hadn't started laughing at her. Maybe she would survive this after all. Sylvia took a measuring tape and put it around Belinda's chest, just below her breasts. "This measurement tells me you will wear a 34 because you are 34 inches around." Then she measured across the fullest part of Belinda's breasts. "This is the confusing part. I subtract the first measurement from the second measurement, which was 38, and add one. Then I look at this chart," she said as she picked up a piece of paper, "and it tells me you will wear a 'D' cup. Do you need help selecting a bra?" "Thanks, I just want four plain white bras, nothing fancy," Belinda said with a smile. She didn't think she would ever find anything to smile about while she was a girl and yet this kind person had somehow understood just what she needed. Sylvia selected several styles and handed them to Belinda. "You might want to try them on to find out which brand fits you best. They're all a little different." Belinda sighed. "I guess so, it's just that it's so difficult fastening them in the back." "Oh, you're like my Aunt Heddie. She insists they fit better if she puts them on that way. I take the lazy way though...fasten in front, spin them around and pull them up." Sylvia was surprised at the bright smile her customer bestowed upon her. "Thank you, I will," Belinda said as she turned to enter the dressing room. She was so elated at finding out how to put a bra on, that she didn't give much thought about entering the women's fitting rooms. Once in there, she tried on the four bras that Sylvia had handed her. Sure enough, they went on much easier once you knew the trick. She found one that seemed to fit better than the others. She slipped Maria's bra on and as she was about to put the shirt back on, she noticed the tag at the neck. It said it was a size '10'. Since it was a little small, Belinda figured he needed a '11'. She took her jeans off to check for a size on them. The tag said they were '8 Average'. She wondered, 'Average what?'. After she redressed, she went back to Sylvia. "I like this one. Do you have four of them?" "I'm sure we do," she answered. After getting the bras, she asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with?" "Uh, I need some underwear, also, plain white." Belinda was still embarrassed to ask even though Sylvia had very nice and had not made her feel foolish for asking for help. She usually just looked for something in her size and if she liked the color she bought it. She rarely, if ever, asked for help in a store. "Do you know your size?" she asked. Red faced, Belinda answered, "My weight has changed just recently and I'm not, ah, sure." "Well, let's measure you and find out." She whipped out the tape again and looped it around Belinda's waist. "Your waist is 24," she said as the tape dropped lower. "And your hips are 34. There is a chart on the packages of panties that will tell you what size to get. You know, you have a stunning figure." "Th-thanks," Belinda stammered, embarrassed. She went over to the racks of panties and saw a familiar brand. She didn't know that 'Fruit of the Loom' made women's underwear also. After checking the back of one of the packages, she grabbed the size she needed. Unfortunately, they came in packs of six. Oh well, she would just have two pair left over. She took the bras and panties up to the register and paid for them herself. She didn't want to find the guys and then have to listen to the comments they would make about her choices. At least with them in a bag and the top tied, she would have a measure of privacy. She went back to the sporting goods section and found the three of them discussing the merits of a particular lure. Jerry saw her first. "There you are! What took so long?" Jerry asked. "I think I am beginning to understand, a little, why it takes women so long to go shopping. You wouldn't believe what it takes just to buy underwear," Belinda answered. "Well, it shouldn't take as long, with all of us helping, to get the rest of the stuff," Chet said. All four of them moved towards the racks of women's clothes. They started to look at the various outfits until Glen called out. "Hey, I found the clearance stuff! Since we only need outfits for four days, why spend full price? When this is all over and done with, we can give the clothes to Good Will or the Salvation Army. Any idea what sizes you need, Belinda?" "Yeah, an 11 in shirts and a 9 in jeans." Belinda felt quite proud until she noticed that all the guys were looking at her. "How the hell do you know that?" Chet asked. "I looked at the tags in what I'm wearing now. Jeez, what did you think that just because you turned me into a woman on the outside that I am suddenly becoming one on the inside, too?" Belinda whispered. "Calm down, Belinda," Jerry said. "I'm sure Chet didn't mean anything by it. I think we are all just a touch off balance by this." "Hell, I just wondered how you knew? I didn't mean to upset you. You'd think you were on the rag or something," Chet said. "Another comment like that and you can find yourself someone else to go to this damned conference!" Belinda said hotly. "Chet, I think it would be a good idea for you to keep your mouth shut for a while, okay?" Glen advised. Chet just shrugged his shoulders and began looking through the racks of clothes. "I don't see any 9's or 11's. They all seem to be even numbers. Do you want to try 10's and 12's?" Jerry asked. "I guess that would work. I just can't go any smaller. These barely fit as it is." "Yeah, I noticed," Chet said with a grin. "Ok, I'm shutting up!" Jerry held up a dress and asked, " Belinda, what about this one?" "No dresses! I will not wear a dress. It has to be jeans and shirts or nothing," Belinda protested. Her eyes shot open as she realized just what she had said. Her eyes then darted over to Chet for the obvious comment he was sure to make. "Don't say it, Chet," Glen and Jerry said in unison. Chet closed his mouth on whatever it was he was going to say. The four of them rummaged around through the racks. "The only jeans on clearance are these pink ones, Belinda, will they do?" Jerry asked. "Pink? Aw man...okay, I guess that will work...just no dresses!" Belinda insisted. They searched through the clothing until they had selected four outfits in the sizes they had discussed. "Okay, we have the clothes. Can we go back now?" Belinda asked. "Not yet, we still have to get you a few more things," Jerry said. "Like what?" Belinda asked. "Well, you have to have some make-up. Women always wear make- up," Jerry answered. "And a purse. Have you ever seen a woman without a purse?" They happened to pass through the purses on their way to cosmetics. "Big or little?" Belinda asked. "Jessica's is huge. She crams all sorts of stuff in it," Jerry commented. "Then I will get a smaller one because I don't have anything to put in it," Blake said. "Tell you what," Glen said. "Play it safe and split the difference. Get a medium sized one. That way you can keep your make-up and a wallet in it, and maybe your comb and brush. That should be enough junk." Belinda grabbed the first medium sized purse she saw, which was a metallic gold and had a long strap. "Good choice! Gold goes with everything, doesn't it?" Jerry asked. As they walked over to the cosmetic section, Belinda asked, "Does anyone know anything about this stuff?" The men stood looking at the row after row of make-up. "Well, Irene says no woman goes out without at least lipstick on." Glen explained. "So we need to get you that much at the very least. There were at least six different displays containing lipstick and each display had what appeared to the men to be at least fifty different colors. Chet reached out and grabbed a tube of bright red lipstick. "I think this is the color Maria wears and it looks good on her." "You can't go wrong with red, can you?" Glen asked. "Sounds okay to me," Jerry said. "Now how about perfume. Women always wear something smelly." "Not this woman!" Belinda protested. "We better pass on that," Glen said. "I think we have everything we need. Let's pay for this stuff and head back to the lab." "Wait! What about pajamas?" Chet asked. "I usually sleep in a pair of boxers," Belinda admitted. "From little up, girls love slumber parties. I wouldn't be surprised if they have a hen party with everyone sitting around in their night clothes," Jerry guessed. "Jerry's right. You need something even if you don't actually wear it to bed," Glen agreed. So it was back to the lingerie department. The nightclothes were on the edge of the department so this time they all went to look. "I guess a gown is out of the question, huh?" Chet asked. "What about these?" Chet held up a pair of oversized pajamas in a bright shade of hot pink. "Works for me," Belinda said as she grabbed them from Chet. "Now let's get out of here." On their way to the front of the store to check out, Belinda stumbled and almost fell. "Damn," she said, barely regaining her balance. "I guess I need to buy shoes. This pair is too big." With a mixture of sighs and groans, they all turned to the shoe department. "What is it with women and shoes?" Chet asked, exasperated. "Shut up, Chet," Belinda said. "I'm not a woman, so I don't know." "The offer to make you a woman still stands," Chet whispered. "So does the offer of a kick in the balls!" Belinda replied. 'Never with Chet!' she thought. She almost stumbled as she realized she might consider it with someone else. 'Damn, I have to get my body back!' was her next thought. At the shoe department, all four of them just stood and looked at the racks of women's shoes. "I don't even have a clue as to what size I wear now," Belinda said. "Hey, these are neat looking, for a girl that is," Chet said, holding up a pair of purple sneakers. Belinda decided now was just as good a time as any to start ignoring Chet. "I think women's shoes run about two numbers higher than men's shoes. What size shoe do you wear?" Jerry asked. "I wear a size '5'," Belinda answered. "Okay, I have small feet. So what?" she added, when the guys just looked at her. "That would be a '7' in women's and since those are too big, try a '6'," Glen suggested. Belinda went over to the rack that held the size '6' shoes and found a pair of simple, white canvas deck shoes. She slipped one on and the fit was perfect. She put them back into their box and added the box to the rest of the items they were purchasing. That done, they all turned towards the registers and freedom. A short time later, Belinda was back inside the chamber, awaiting Jerry to turn the device on. The machinery began humming and the tingling sensation began again. The whole time she was in the process of changing, she was mouthing prayers that she wouldn't get stuck as a woman. Finally the machine shut off. Blake noticed that the clothes that were so tight just a few minutes ago were now hanging on him. His chest was flat and his crotch wasn't. He stripped down to his boxers and stepped out. He glanced into the reflection and noticed that everything seemed to be back to normal. He heaved a deep sigh of relief. "See? Everything's back to normal," Jerry said. "But, I know how you felt. I felt the same way when I changed." Blake gave the guys a sheepish grin. "I guess I was a bit nervous about the changing back part. This just might work after all." "It will be a cinch," Chet said. "Just remember to go along with whatever the women do." "Right! Just remember, 'when in Rome...'. As long as you do what they do, they will never suspect that you are not one of them," Glen said. "You'll do just fine." 'Famous last words,' Blake thought. * * * * * Blake was on his way over to Glen's for the barbecue. He had gone over and over the story in his mind and felt reasonably sure he could pull it off. As he pulled up, he noticed that he was the last to arrive. He wondered if Glen told him the wrong time in order to stage an appearance. "Blake, darling, we were wondering where you were," Irene said as she kissed his cheek. She was this way all the time. Everybody was 'darling' and if you didn't get a kiss then you got a hug. Blake shot Glen a dirty look and said, "Sorry, Irene, but I just got the most wonderful news and time just slipped away." "Do tell, dear boy, we are dying to hear," Irene said as she pulled him into the room. "Glen, get Blake a beer. We can't have him getting thirsty while he is telling us his good news." Glen handed Blake his beer with a wink. "I just found out I have a twin sister!" "Really! Why is it that you didn't know of this sister before?" Jessica asked with a gleam in her eye. She just loved stories where families were reunited. "I was always told how my mother and father were divorced shortly after I was born." This much was the truth at least. "What I was never told was that I was a twin and that he got custody of my twin sister. Well, my father died just a few weeks ago and Belinda, my sister, found references of me in his papers when she was clearing up his affairs. Since Mom and I never moved, it was fairly easy for her to track me down" "It appears he spent most of his life doing missionary work with the Eskimo Indians up in the northern most reaches of Alaska. With him gone, she says that she wants to go somewhere it's warm. I asked her to visit me a while until she made up her mind as to where she wanted to live." "That's fantastic!" Maria said. There was just a trace of tears in her eyes. Maria always was over emotional. "When will she be arriving? We will have to throw a party in her honor, of course." "She'll be arriving sometime during the week after next," Blake said. He couldn't believe everyone was buying his story. It sounded so hokey to him. "Blake, I know you are going out of town with the Saunder's project in a few days. Will you be back in time to greet her?" Glen asked. Blake could see the approval in his eyes. That's what this was all about as far as he was concerned...being a part of something. "I'll fly back next Monday in plenty of time to prepare for her visit. I believe she said she would arrive on Thursday, a week. So you see? No problems," Blake explained. "We'll be back from the conference in plenty of time to plan a special get-together to welcome your sister," Stephanie declared. With the mention of the conference all the women started talking excitedly about all the fun they were going to have while they were out of town. The men just rolled their eyes. The stage was set. * * * * * Irene was getting the last of her luggage down to the front door to load into the car. All the girls were meeting over at Maria's and they were driving out together in her mini-van. There was plenty of room for them and all their luggage. Just as she was preparing to leave a note reminding Glen of everything he needed to do while she was gone, she heard the front door open and Glen call out. "Irene? Just wait here a moment. Irene, where are you?" "Glen, what are you doing home? Is there something wrong?" She hoped nothing had come up that would prevent her from going to the conference. As she entered the living room she saw a young lady standing in the doorway, looking around. She had beautiful auburn hair, which clashed horribly with the red striped blouse she was wearing and was in desperate need of a good cut. She had a fairly impressive bosom, which was over-accentuated by the fact that the stripes on her blouse ran horizontally. To top it all off, she was wearing a pair of rose colored jeans. Irene couldn't help but wonder if the girl was colorblind. "Can I help you?" she asked. The young lady turned at the sound of her voice and as soon as Irene saw her face, she knew who she was. "Why, you're Belinda, aren't you?" she asked. "Of course you are! The resemblance between you and your brother is amazing." "Oh, there you are, Irene. Look who showed up a week early," Glen said as he walked back into the room. "I am not early, my brother apparently misunderstood me," Belinda answered. 'What a lovely voice,' Irene thought. "Of course you aren't early, darling," Irene said giving her a hug. "Men are notorious for getting dates wrong. Glen still thinks my birthday is in July. It's in August, actually." "Since Blake is still out of town for the next five days, I thought you might take Belinda under your wing and take her to this 'woman's thing' that you are going to," Glen said. Irene thought a moment and said, "I don't know if there are any openings still available. Let me call the hotel and check." For a brief moment, Belinda panicked. What if there was no room for her. Then she realized if there wasn't she could go back to being herself right away. Irene wondered at the flicker of panic in Belinda's eyes, but it was so brief that she convinced herself she was mistaken. When she came back into the room, she was smiling. "Good news. I spoke to the chairwoman handling registration and she said that there were a few cancellations due to emergencies, so there is room for you." "Thank you," Belinda said, softly. "I appreciate that you're taking a total stranger with you and I thank you." "Oh now, you're not a stranger. You're Blake's sister and that makes you family," Irene insisted. "Now we need to get going. Do you have your luggage with you?" "It's there by the door," Belinda said as she pointed towards a duffel bag that was propped against the wall. "This is everything?" Irene asked in surprise. "Glen did tell you this was a four day conference, didn't he?" "Yes, he did. I have four outfits in there," Belinda answered. "Besides, it's all I have with me at the moment. The rest of my stuff is in Alaska and isn't really suitable for this climate." "Well, that's okay, dear. We can pick a few things later on. Let me call the others because I'm running a little late. Once I let them know we're on our way, we can leave." She turned to Glen, who had been watching their exchange. "You run along, dear. Belinda and I will get along just fine." Glen leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Irene, you see to it that Belinda gets the most out of this thing, okay?" he whispered. "She seems a little shy to me." "Don't worry, dear, she is in good hands," Irene whispered back. Belinda felt uncomfortable watching the couple say their good-byes. She turned and made a point of ignoring their whisperings. She wondered if she would ever find that 'special' person the way all her friends had. Maybe when this was all over, he and Stephanie could look at deepening their relationship. * * * * * Maria came back into the room after hanging up with Irene. "Was that Irene?" Jessica asked. "Yes, she is on her way and she said she's bringing a surprise," Maria informed the others. "Well, I wonder what that could be," Jessica mused. "Any ideas, Stephanie?" "She didn't mention anything about a surprise to me," Stephanie replied. "We'll find out soon enough," Maria said, eager to change subjects. "Now tell me, you two, has your sex life gotten better lately?" "What?" Stephanie gasped, blushing. "Irene and I were talking yesterday and both of us have become aware of an increase in our 'bedroom activities' in the last two weeks," Maria explained, "and I was wondering if either of you noticed the same?" "Now that you mention it, Jerry has been a bit friskier than usual. I wonder what's up?" Jessica pondered. "There must be a new girl at work that started in the last two weeks or so," Maria guessed. "That's got to be it!" Jessica agreed. "Doesn't that bother you?" Stephanie asked. "I mean the fact that your husbands are getting turned on by another woman..." Both of the other women started laughing. "Honey, as long as Chet brings it home to Mama, I don't care what stimulates him," Maria said, winking. "You're still young..." "And single," Jessica added. "Has Blake acted any differently the last two weeks?" "Well...not really..." Stephanie sounded unsure. "Uh oh, tell Auntie Jessica all about it, dear," Jessica said, scooting closer to Stephanie. "It's nothing, really! He is concerned about his sister's visit, that's all." "Concerned? How?" Maria asked. "What with her being isolated up in the outback of Alaska with only her father, he was concerned about her needing to know about women things," Stephanie explained. "Alaska doesn't have an outback, dear. I think you mean the 'wilds of Alaska'. But never mind that," Jessica said, "what was he asking you?" "Whatever! He wanted to know how I went about selecting an outfit to wear," Stephanie said, sorry she ever brought the subject up. "Do you mean, that while our husbands were trying to get into our pants, Blake was trying to get into your closet?" Maria asked, astounded. Maria was full-blooded Italian and a very passionate woman. Her dark eyes were flashing and Stephanie wasn't sure if it was outrage or amusement. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" Stephanie said, indignantly. The other women burst out laughing. "Honey, I'm sorry. I get so used to giving that ass-hole of a husband a hard time that I forget myself sometimes," Maria said as she wiped tears of mirth from her eyes. "By the way, why do you stay with Chet if you feel that way about him?" Stephanie asked. "It's not like you have any kids or anything. I've heard you refer to him as an ass-hole on more than one occasion." "Chet is a good man. His main problem is that he forgets to engage his brain before he open his mouth. Besides, I love him, ass-hole that he is. More importantly, he loves me. He may be a jerk most of the time, but Honey, between the sheets, the man is a god!" Maria explained. "Which brings us back to the original topic...has Blake been more...amorous lately?" "Well...we haven't gotten to that stage in our relationship yet," Stephanie confessed. "The most we have done is kiss and hold hands. Although lately there has been something more in his kisses." "Go on...more passion?" Jessica asked. "I'm sure it's just my imagination," Stephanie evaded. "Of course not! We women notice things a man would never even dream of telling us verbally. We are much better at reading body language than men are. That's where a lot of our 'women's intuition' comes from. Trust your instincts, girl," Maria explained. "Now tell us!" "I'm sure it's nothing, but it almost seemed as if he had something to prove. There was almost a desperate quality to it. Like I said, just my imagination." The sound of car doors slamming outside distracted the women from the topic they were discussing, much to Stephanie's relief. "She's here! Now we can get started," Jessica exclaimed. Maria rushed to the door and threw it open. "It's about time you...oh, hello, I'm sorry, that was rude of me," Jessica and Stephanie heard Maria say. They looked at each other and Jessica shrugged. Both women went to see who was at the door. As they were entering the foyer they saw a woman they didn't know, enter. Right behind her was Irene. "Everybody, here is my surprise. I would like you to meet Belinda Scott, Blake's sister from Alaska. Belinda, this is Maria Coleman, Jessica Stewart and my sister, Stephanie James. "I'm pleased to meet you. I hope you ladies don't mind my busting in like this," Belinda said. "Oh...of course not, Belinda. As Blake's sister, you're already family. We are glad you could join us on such short notice," Jessica said. All of the women were a little stunned by Belinda's appearance. "Where are my manners?" Maria said. "Please come in." Maria stepped back and then led everyone into the den where everyone had been waiting. "Can I get you something to drink?" "No, thank you," Belinda said softly. "But if I may use your bathroom?" "Sure, it's down the hall, third door on the left," Maria said. Belinda almost ran to the bathroom. 'This was never going to work,' she thought. 'How could I ever have believed I could convince these four women that I was one of them.' She wondered how long she could hide in the bathroom before someone came looking for her. Back in the den, the women were whispering fast. "Did you see her clothes! See looks as if she were dressed by a committee of men," Jessica whispered. "No wonder Blake has been worried," Stephanie realized. "Ladies! We have a rare opportunity here. We have the chance to turn that mismatched eyesore into a lovely young lady," Irene said. "Lovely, nothing! Did you see her bone structure? And that figure? She has the potential to be drop-dead gorgeous!" Maria added. "We owe it to Blake...scratch that...we owe it to womankind to turn that caterpillar into a butterfly," Irene stated. "And what better place to do that, than at the conference!" Jessica exclaimed. "Shhh...keep it down. We don't want to hurt her feelings," Stephanie said quietly. "Exactly! This is quite a job in front of us ladies. I suggest we stop at the mall on the way out of town under the pretext of one of us needing something and see if we can't get her a decent looking outfit," Maria said, warming to the task. "Slowly ladies, we don't need to change the whole outfit yet, just the blouse." Irene said. "We'll definitely need an outfit for tomorrow, though," Jessica said. "What makes you say that?" Stephanie asked. "Think about it. If you were going to meet a brother you had never met before, wouldn't you want to look your best?" Jessica replied. "Oh God, in that case, I would hate to see the rest of her clothes," Maria stated. "Okay, a blouse for today and a simple outfit for tomorrow," Irene amended. "But what about that atrocious lipstick?" Stephanie asked. "I know, Stephanie, you buy a tube of something in a rose color and when hers wears off and she gets ready to reapply it, offer her yours. Say you didn't care for the color or something," Jessica suggested. "That's the plan then. After we arrive at the conference, we let that guide our plans. Stephanie, you'll have a big part in this. I suggest that you room with her since you are the closest to her in age. Play up the girlfriend bit, doing the hair, experimenting with make-up, you know what I mean?" Irene asked. "Whew, got it. I'll give it my best," Stephanie said with a nod. "Maria, do you have a camera?" Jessica asked. "What for?" "I would love a before and after picture." "You would have to take one of each of us then so she doesn't feel singled out," Stephanie advised. "No problem...I have plenty of film," Maria said as she slipped from the room. Belinda was still in the bathroom trying to work up the courage to go out. 'How bad can the next four days be?' she thought. 'It's just 96 hours and I'll be back to my old self. I can do this.' Maria was coming back down the hall when the bathroom door opened and Belinda came out. "Oh, you're just in time. We are going to take pictures of everyone before we leave," Maria said. "Please, don't feel you have to include me...I know I'm a late addition. I'll be happy just to tag along," Belinda said, feeling a touch of panic. 'Not pictures,' she thought. "Now that's not the way to get the full enjoyment out of this. Come on, let loose...you'll have a blast!" By that time they were back in with the others. "Okay everybody, we'll do this one at a time. Stephanie, stand over against that wall and smile," Maria said. Stephanie stood where Maria indicated and struck a coy pose. Jessica was next and she hammed it up with a seductive pose. Irene stood in a relaxed yet proper pose, preferring a more traditional picture. "You're next Belinda." Belinda stood where the others had and tried to smile. She was stiff and try as she would, she couldn't relax. "My turn," Maria said. "Irene, would you do the honors? It's set, all you have to do is point the camera and push the button." Belinda thought the camera might melt from the hot look Maria gave it. "That one's for Chet," she giggled. "Alright, let's get moving, ladies. We need to make a stop at the mall because I forgot something," Jessica said. All five ladies entered Maria's mini van and they were off. The mall was a short drive from Maria's home. Belinda listened to them chatter in excitement. She listened closely, hoping that when she was back to her 'old' self that she would have enough stuff to tell the guys that would make all this worth while. She doubted it though; all they were talking about was the conference and some 'special project' that they were all involved with. Once they were at the mall, they went straight to a women's clothing store. Even though Jessica was the one that had forgotten something, they were all looking through the racks. "This is nice," Jessica said, holding up a blouse. "Yes, but not quite, if you know what I mean," Irene said. The other women agreed and Belinda wondered what Irene meant, but she wasn't about to ask. "Now this is it!" Stephanie said, holding up a teal colored pantsuit. "Oh yes, but that isn't your color, Stephanie," Maria said with a frown. "But Belinda, that would be beautiful on you. Why don't you go try it on?" "I don't think..." Belinda started. "Nonsense, dear, it is perfect for you. Now into the dressing room with you. Be sure and let us see how it looks" Belinda knew she was going to have to go shopping sometime on this trip, however she didn't expect it to happen so soon. She decided to go along with everyone and went into the dressing room. As she looked into the mirror, she realized the new outfit looked really good on her. She took a deep breath and stepped outside. "Oh, yes! That suit was made for you," Jessica said. It brings out the color of your beautiful eyes. You must buy it." "No, let me buy it for you," Irene said. "Oh, I couldn't," Belinda protested. "Of course you can," Irene said. "Besides, Glen told me I was to see to it that this was a memorable time for you." "Thank you, Irene. I do like the outfit. And I can assure you, I will never forget this trip," Belinda said. Before they left the store, everyone had purchased something. There was a blouse that everyone insisted she try on and she ended up wearing it out. When the women had approved of how she looked in it, she decided to part with some of her funds and buy it. Soon they were on their way again. There was no lull in the conversation during the drive to the conference. All the women made an effort to include Belinda. Much to her surprise, the women never even mentioned their husbands. Once they reached the hotel where they were to spend the next four days, Belinda received a shock. Irene was handing out the keys to their rooms. "Maria, you and Jessica will share a room and Stephanie, you and Belinda." "Oh, no, that's not necessary. I'm sure that before I came along, Irene, you and Stephanie were sharing a room. I don't want to put you out. As a matter of fact, I insist the two of you room together. I'll take the single room." Belinda was struggling not to be obvious about her desire to be alone. "Now, darling, you are the answer to a prayer. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I have a little snoring problem. Glen sleeps like the dead, so it doesn't bother him, but I was worried about keeping Stephanie awake every night," Irene said, sheepishly. "Little?" Stephanie said laughing. "When we were kids, I used to think there was a monster in her room at night. I would really appreciate it if you would share a room with me, Belinda." Irene was standing there looking a bit embarrassed while Stephanie was waiting hopefully. Damn! She couldn't say no, but how could she say yes? "If you're sure," Belinda said slowly, "I will be glad to share a room with Stephanie." "Great!" Stephanie said. "We are going to have a wonderful time, wait and see." Again, Belinda thought she needed to have her head examined. They all went to their rooms which were on the ninth floor. Belinda was glad to see the double beds. For a few minutes, after she had accepted, she had wondered if she was going to have to share the same bed. If that had been the case, she would have found some reason to switch with Irene. As they began to hang up their clothes, Stephanie realized that she was right about the state of Belinda's clothing. "Didn't you bring a dress with you? she asked. "I don't own any dresses," Belinda answered. "Where I was, they weren't very practical, what with letting the cold get up your skirt." Belinda had thought about several questions she might be asked and had answers ready for them. The dress question was one of them. "That's okay, we can take care of that here. You will want a dress for Saturday night, when we go out," Stephanie said. "Right now, let's go get the others and get this conference started." The five women went to the hotel ballroom, which had been set up as a meeting room for the two hundred women registered. There, Belinda learned the agenda that the husbands had been so eager to learn about. The conference was for women to help them realize their full potential in both their inner and outer beauty. Due to there being 200 women attending, half of the women would do the outer beauty on one day, and the other half, the next. According to their schedule, tomorrow they would address the outer beauty first. There would be lectures and demonstrations on applying make-up as well as hair styles and clothes. Tomorrow afternoon would see a fashion show of the newest styles followed by a shopping excursion so you could implement what you had learned. Saturday, would focus on the inner beauty. There were lectures scheduled on self esteem, time management and finances. Sunday, there was a talk on 'Sexuality and the Modern Woman'. As Belinda looked over the agenda she had been given, she saw absolutely nothing that the guys would be interested in. The women weren't trying to hide anything from their husbands. There were no 'Husband Bashing' or 'Down With Men' lectures planned. This was a waste of all their time and money. Sunday night, she was going to go back to being her old self. She would just go along with everything. Besides, she felt closer to these women now. That in its self was reason enough for her to be involved. Besides, everything she learned here will help her to understand women better in the future. These women weren't stupid. If she didn't pay attention and get involved, they would begin to wonder about her. When the introductory speaker was finished, all the women left the room. They were excited to begin. Belinda was exhausted. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. Being a woman was hard work! "You poor dear," Stephanie said, "You look bushed. Why don't you take a relaxing hot bath before you turn in for the night. Here use some of these bath crystals. They are for relaxation." "I usually just take a shower," Belinda answered. "Besides, I'm sure you want a turn in the bathroom." "I'll bath later. Right now there's this book that I'm in the middle of and I want to read for a while, so you go ahead." Belinda took her pajamas into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She looked at the tub and thought about what Stephanie had said. "What the hell, why not?" Belinda said as she started bath water running. She poured some of the crystals into the water and enjoyed the soothing fragrance as she undressed. As she slipped into the hot water, she could almost feel the tension easing from her body. When the water had cooled, she bathed quickly and got out. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so relaxed. She put on the bright pink pajamas that Chet had picked out and went into the other room. Stephanie was lying on the bed reading. Unfortunately, she was only wearing her panties and her bra. Belinda dropped all her clothes, stunned at the sight that she, as Blake, had only imagined. Picking up her clothes gave her a moment to try to compose herself. "The...ah...bathroom is free n-now," she stuttered. "Thanks," Stephanie replied, getting up. Belinda tried her best not to stare at Stephanie's lithe body as she walked to the bathroom, but she was only human. Oddly enough, the sight of Stephanie's nearly naked body didn't arouse her as she thought it would have. That really worried her. Blake had the normal desires that a man has for a lovely woman. Granted, he had never done anything about it. The guys would have a fit if they knew Blake was still a virgin. On several occasions, he had been aroused by Stephanie, but since it was still early in their relationship, he hadn't made any moves in that direction yet. He didn't want to do anything to ruin the friendship that was building between them. Belinda was still dwelling on her lack of response thirty minutes later when Stephanie came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. As she stood in front of the chest of drawers, where she had placed her clothes, she removed the towel and stooped to get a nightgown. She raised her arms, lifting the gown over her head