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SUMMARY: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't! I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without sharing it with me. (I'm not greedy, but I did write it.) Tanks for the Mammaries! ? by: Wholeman Just a few months ago, I was sitting in my jail cell on death row blissfully awaiting the unjust execution for the murder of my wife. Well blissful, compared to some of the things that have happened to me since. My name was Dean Samuels and it all started about a year and a half ago. At that time, I had been married for about 5 years. I had always wondered how an average Joe like me could be interesting to someone like her. By profession, my wife was a Microbiologist, a leading scientist in the area of gene splicing research. Me, I was just a 34-year-old, 5' 10", 200# Electrician working for a major city in the northwest. Granted I am smarter, than your average electrician is. I have often heard I don't work up to my true potential. I've never been what you might call ambitious, but I always seemed to have everything I needed. One day I came home and there was blood all over the entryway of our home, I mean a lot of blood! I freaked out totally and started searching the house calling out my wife's name, "Diane!" I went through every room, every floor, I could find her nowhere. During my hasty and frantic search, the police showed up claiming a neighbor had heard several gunshots. I was promptly arrested, and charged with her murder. No corpse, no murder weapon, no motive but I was convicted. The coroner claimed the blood was a DNA match for my wife's and the quantity was sufficient to indicate she would not have survived the loss of so much. He also claimed I must have used a chipper on her corpse for that quantity to be splattered all over the walls and ceiling. For motive, they claimed I had to be dissatisfied with our relationship due to her long work hours and extensive overtime hours she put in. Hell, I was proud of her! I had been willing to sacrifice some of our time together. I new her work was important to her, and possibly even the human race, which made me, love her even more. I would never harm her! Sure, I would have liked to have more time together, more sex, and more romance. I was content to have whatever time she could spare me. If Albert Schweitzer's wife could handle it so could I. None of these things seemed to matter to anyone during my trial, and due to my 'showing no remorse' for my heinous crime I was sentenced to death. Hell, I was innocent, for what was I supposed to show remorse? Around a year later, I found myself on death row with some mutton headed priest wanting me to confess to my sins, as if I was guilty of killing my wife! I get strapped onto the table with and I.V. in my arm, they go through all the magic legal phrases, I feel a warm burning sensation crawling up my arm and my lights go out! Okay, the next thing I expect to see is a bright white light and maybe heaven. The last thing I expected to see was the face of my wife peering at me through the side of a huge aquarium, in which I seemed to be floating. I had several tubes stuck into my body in various places. The weirdest part was nothing was stuck to my face. I seemed to be breathing water! I started to panic and thrash about. My wife spoke into a microphone, "Just relax dear you're all right! You are breathing a super oxygenated fluid, it's very natural, before you were born, in your mother's womb, you breathed a fluid for 9 months, just breath normally." It must have been dreadfully easy to read my face. I figured the afterlife would quite different to what I was presently experiencing. Just my luck too, my wife was a scientist here too! Only difference, I must be a lab rat in this life. She spoke again, "I know you are really confused right now dear, I'll try to explain. A little over a year ago the military and CIA uncovered a plot to assassinate me. They felt I had to go into hiding, but I couldn't bring myself to tear you away from your life and family. I thought if you believed I was murdered, you could forget and go on without me. I love you so much, and I knew I hadn't been there for you as much as I should have. I wanted you to be able to live out a normal life with someone who could devote the time to a relationship you deserve. It might break your heart, but I only wanted what was best for you." Now she was choked up and crying but continued on, "I had been storing some of my own blood for research purposes. I gave 4 pints to a couple of CIA agents so they could stage my death." "I threw myself into my work, because thinking about you, and the pain you must be going through, hurt too much to think about. I missed you terribly, and any time I thought of you, us, all I could do was cry." She had to stop to wipe her eyes and blow her nose, "We are so far remote at this facility in New Mexico, and news about your trial wasn't covered here. I didn't find out about it until one of my assistants came back from visiting her parents in Washington with a newspaper article about when your execution was to be held" "I nearly went insane! I was raising hell with the CIA, the FBI, everybody I could get my hands on, and I even called the President! There were so many agents and high-level government official working on how to save you, and also protect both of us it, was like they had moved half of Washington DC here! "The first thought was just to spring you and have you exonerated. The CIA said if that were to happen, the factions that were after my death would figure I was still alive, and you would never be safe from being kidnapped, to be able to get to me." "It was suggested to covertly spring you after your 'execution' and place you in a witness protection program. I told them that would be worse than having brought you with me in the first place!" "Then some penny pinching moron in the state department started with talk about 'justifying the expense'," at this point she lost it completely and started crying so hard she couldn't go on and left the room for a bit to compose herself. Up to this point, I had been content to just float there breathing and listening. Now without the stimulus of her explanation, I began taking stock of my situation. There were the tubes coming from various places on my body with different colored substances flowing in and out of my body. I was feeling pretty stoned, and relaxed the only really uncomfortable issue I seemed to have, was the tube stuck up my ass. Other than that, it was kind of like being Aquaman (no there were no gills). Diane returned slightly better poised, "I'm so sorry honey, but when push came to shove, the only way they would let me save you, was if I agreed to use you as a subject in my experiments. You being a convicted murderer, the government authorities didn't ask any questions, they just turned you over to 'The Office of Scientific Research'. A coffin with a John Doe was buried with a headstone naming it your final resting place." She swallowed hard, "So no one will be looking for you, no cops, no spies, and no bounty hunters. As far as the rest of the world is concerned we are now both deceased." That was the good news. "The bad news concerns you being in there. You were always so considerate, not asking me about my work, since you knew it is classified. Now I can finally tell you, but I wish I didn't have to. You know my field is genetic engineering, you don't know my specialty, which is retro-genetic engineering. In layman's terms I specialize in the modification of living organisms, and you my love must be my next test subject." She couldn't look me in the eye anymore. Her voice kept getting smaller and quieter, "Okay, confession time, you also don't know that before we were married..." "Before I met you..." "Oh hell, you were the first and only man I ever slept with!" she blurted out. She could tell by my expression that I was still puzzled. She took a deep breath, "Honey, I'm a Lesbian. I still can't believe how much I love you, a man no less. I never wanted a man to touch me, until you. You were, so loving and gentle, just like my lady lovers were. I couldn't help myself, my girl friends, and other lesbians, even envied me. Do you know how special that is? I know you don't think you do, and that makes you even more special." I wasn't sure where she was going with this and I tried to say, "So what does that have to do with me swimming in here?" However, it came out, "Gurgle, gurgle buzz gurgle." "Don't try to talk sweetheart the fluid makes that impossible, your vocal cords will not work right with the fluid you are breathing," she explained. "I can guess what you were thinking though, why am I telling you this now, it concerns what I must do to save your life, I didn't want you to think what is going to happen to you would have to mean an end to us." She still couldn't look me in the eye. "It's all my fault. I screwed up both of our lives. I'm so, so sorry!" She lost it again, but this time she didn't leave, she just sobbed into her hands for a while. I tried to swim down a little closer to her face and touched the glass near her, trying to calm her. She noticed and said, "Oh, oh God..." and ran from the room. All alone, again I started to explore my new environment. I discovered the tank entirely enclosed with a round hatch near the bottom, securely locked of course. Outside the tank looked like the set of some Sci-Fi movie, lights, dials, buttons, switches, and monitors everywhere. About that time I noticed Diane come back, this time she brought moral support. The woman with her was a red head, about 5' 8", 120lbs., great figure. My eyes immediately drawn to her large bust, which I only allowed my eyes a mere moment to take in, but I could tell she noticed me notice. Between my wife's strikingly beautiful face, her curly brunette hair and 36B bust standing a mere 5' 6", and the redhead, the viewing gallery was beginning to give me an erection. (Give me a break I just spent a year in jail for Christ's sake). Both of the ladies noticed and looked away grinning. I got hold of my hormones and relaxed things. Even had the ladies not been present I would have done the same thing, it seems I had been catheterized. If you haven't ever had a catheter believe me, you don't want to be sporting a woody too! Way uncomfortable! With her new companion for support she went on, "Ah, honey, I have to change you." She seemed to be studying the control panel intently. The redhead spoke up, "Diane maybe it would be easier if I tell him?" "Okay but be kind, he doesn't deserve this, and I know he wouldn't choose this, remember I still love him," she warned! "Yes my dear Diane, and since I love you, I guess I'll have to carve a place in my heart for, hi... hi..." she cleared her throat, "HIM." "Now dearie, my name is Sophie. I'm one of your wife's colleagues," She went on, "The fluid you are floating in, not only is it super oxygenated, it is doped with estrogens and some very sophisticated mutagens. The tubes in your body are supplying you with nutrition, transporting wastes, and administering drugs and more mutagens. I started to get a clue about what the tank and equipment are to do. I liked myself as I was so I started to try and pull the tubes out of me. Sophie's hand shot out and quickly flipped a switch. I could no longer move a muscle. She clicked another one and I felt warm and distant then she leaned over to the microphone and said, "Sorry I had to do that, but it's for your own good. At this point, we must go through with the experiment. The only options left open to us is certain cosmetic differences and whether or not you can maintain your identity and memories. There was much heated discussion as to what would be the most humane. Most of us tried to convince Diane you would be better off without all the baggage of your life getting in the way. She stood her ground, and she argued that if we did that it would be worse than not letting you die from the lethal injection." "So don't force us into that option, please. Diane means a lot to all of us and we couldn't bear to see how hurt that would make her. Right now you should be feeling very warm and happy so I'm going to turn off the neural block I set, to disengage your motor functions." She was sure right about that. You could have cut slices of meat off my arm and I wouldn't have cared. "Good boy, okay I think we'll keep you doped up like this for a while just to keep you from doing anything stupid." Diane finally spoke again, "Oh God Dean, please don't worry I promise the changes I make will not hurt, and I hope you will even begin to be able to enjoy them, in our new lives. I hope you won't hate me when this is over, but I'll understand if you do." She started crying again and Sophie put her arms around her and held her, while I just floated in the tank blissfully. I heard Sophie tell Diane, "Come on hon., he's going to be out of it for a few days now, and we have lots of work to do!" I must have dozed off. When I woke up Sophie and Diane were outside the tank and this time I observed several white lab coats engaged is various tasks. Diane looked at me, "Oh good you're awake. Please don't do anything foolish, there is nothing any of us can do to stop the changes, since you have already undergone a fair amount. I know you are feeling very weird right now, and everything should be looking a bit larger to you, that's to be expected." She was right too. The tank seemed to have nearly double in size. "You should be feeling weak as a kitten, this is normal too. I'm going to ask you a question, answer by using thumbs up for yes, or thumbs down for no, Okay?" I gave her Thumbs go up. "Good, you should be feeling achy and certain discomforts where the tubes are attached, what I want to know is are you feeling any great pain anywhere?" she asked I signified Thumbs go up. "Oh shit, where?" she was immediately concerned. I placed my right hand on my chest. "Is it a sharp pain?" Thumbs go down. "Does it radiate down your arm?" Thumbs go down. "Is it an achy feeling pain?" Thumbs go down. I think she finally began to catch on, "Is it your heart?" Thumbs go up. She almost whispered the next, "Is it broken?" Thumbs go up. She lost it and ran from the room crying. Sophie went to the microphone and said, "Bastard!" Hit a switch and I was out again. The next time I came to, Diane was there again, "Dean, I really am so sorry, I don't want to do this. I really don't, but I can't bear to loose you again, at least not have you die or have no chance for some kind of life in which you can be happy. I promise I won't run away again, even if your mean, I probably deserve it. Don't worry about Sophie, she's not allowed back until her attitude toward you has changed. She's been a real comfort to me, but I heard what she said to you, when I listened to the recording of our last time together. I was so mad at her, I vowed that I would be strong and handle whatever you throw at me." Okay maybe she thought I was being a bastard last time, but a lot of shit has happened to me for over a year due to her and it wasn't over yet! I hadn't meant it the way she took it. "Do you understand sweetheart?" Thumbs go up. "Good, now I'm going to explain some things so don't get excited. You are mildly sedated but once again, you have motor control of your new body. You should only be in there another 24 hours, so I want you to start trying to move and use some of your newly remodeled appendages. Can you do that dear?" she asked. Thumbs go up. "Now if anything hurts or, you don't feel comfortable, if you want us to stop, wave your hand Okay?" She asked. Thumbs go up. "Very good honey. Frankly, I am very pleased with the way you have turned out so far. At least as far, everything our instruments can tell us. Now we just need you to do a few things so we can confirm your new body is working all right. Okay can you take your right hand out away from your body and bring it up to touch your nose?" I did as she asked, but it was almost hard to find my nose, it was so small. "Great, now can you move your leg below your knee and bring it back to touch your butt," she directed. Wow, that felt weird! "Now you are in for a shock so take is slow sweetheart take your left hand and bring it up to your right breast," My eyes must have been the size of silver dollars judging by the look on her face. "It's OKAY Deane, go ahead, and do it." I brought my hand up and encountered a B Cup sized boob on my chest! Just the light touch I gave it, felt wonderful. "You can let go now, oh, I suppose I can wait just a bit while you enjoy that," she teased. I didn't want to let go it felt so nice, but I did. Diane had a bright grin on her face like the one I hadn't seen in over a year and a half. Seeing her smile, I couldn't help it I smiled too. She saw, and leaned forward putting her hand on the glass and said, "Oh Dean...' She started tearing up again, but fought it down. "This is going to be real weird but we need the feedback. Take your right hand and bring it between your legs and feel, be very careful we don't want you injuring yourself," she was watching me intently while technicians in the background scurried about. I brought my hand down as I spread my legs slightly and encountered just a bare patch of skin, no wait down a little further I felt an indentation, uh oh, my middle finger slipped in between my labia and encountered a tube coming out of my cunt, my catheter. My hand jerked back and ran into my clit. Nuclear powered electric sparks danced through my brain. Wow! My back arched all by itself and I wriggled around in the tank. "Dean, I am so happy. You are going to be one hot little lady!" she was clapping and jumping up and down. I'm sure I was blushing she told me, "Dean dear, don't be embarrassed, I told you to do it, and my staff is all ladies, so believe me they understand." "OKAY I'm going to increase your medication for a while, you need your sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow when you can finally get out of there," she promised. Sometime during the night, I came groggily awake by the sounds of someone moving around outside of the tank. It was Sophie, she was muttering to herself and twisting dials, "Turn Diane against me will he, we'll see how you like packing these around." That's all I remember, I fell asleep right away. "Oh my God!" I heard sharply through the tank speakers, which brought me almost immediately awake. "Honey, what happened?" Diane asked, as if I could I could answer. She ran about the room frantically checking her instruments. When she came back to the tank she spoke, "Was someone in here last night?" Thumbs go up. "Did she have red hair?" Thumbs go up. "She will pay for this, I promise, but for now there is nothing I can do the process is complete and it will be quite some time before we could put you back in the tank and change anything. They're really not that bad sweetheart, to be truthful I've always liked them on the large side," she rambled. I had no idea what she was talking about and I guess she finally caught on because she told me, "Dean take your left hand and bring it up to your chest." I started bringing my hand up but I didn't get anywhere nearly as far as I did the day before, before I ended up with a handful of nipple. No I didn't mean boob I meant nipple. They had to be at least 5 inches across. I know my eyes must have rolled up into the back of my head and I think I started convulsing. "Dean, Dean! Can you hear me? Are you all aright? I couldn't respond. My whole body locked, in the grip of ecstasy. Diane swung around and started examining gauges when she turned back I was finally beginning to able to interact with the universe again she said, "Thank God, I was really worried! So how did you like your first orgasm as a woman?" I'm sure I had a massively stupid grin on my face judging by her expression when I gave her Thumbs go up. She was grinning from ear to ear I think this was the happiest I had seen her in two years, "It's time I think that you were born again." "I'm going to go through some of what you can expect so you won't be freaked out by it. I'll be releasing the lock door, just ride the fluid out of the tank I'll be waiting when you exit with one or two of my other colleagues, not Sophie. Try to relax and let us do all the work. We will be turning you so that you can empty the fluid from your lungs. It will feel really strange and it might be a little difficult to breath at first. Once we feel there is enough fluid out of your lungs, we will place an oxygen mask on you to make it easier for you to breath, until your new little lungs get accustomed to breathing air again. The nurses will be very gently, and I mean VERY GENTLY," she gave a warning glance toward the nurses, "cleaning your lovely body from head to toe while, I and a colleague remove the tubes and wires from your body, I promise it won't hurt," she looked toward the colleague, "we will be using a lidocaine suspended in Dimethyl Sulfoxide in an aerosol can to deaden the area prior to removing them." "The DMSO is used to transport the lidocaine to the deeper tissues to help insure there is no pain." "Once you are cleaned up and bandaged, you will ride a gurney to your room. Your around the clock, nurses will be at your beck and call. If you want anything, anything at all, you mention it to a nurse and if you don't have it in 20 minutes, I promise the guilty party will crawl into your room and kiss your ass while she begs forgiveness!" "You can expect your first ass kissing within the day when I think you are up to it. Sophie should be awake and able to do it by then, after she receives her new implants!" there was a very determined look on Diane's face, and I could see the a frightened looks on all the faces on the other side of the glass, both of these thing told me what she said would happen without fail. "Are you ready now, darling?" she queried me. Thumbs go up. "Here we go!" and she flipped a switch. I was splooshed head first through a short tunnel, dragging all my tubes with me, and came to rest after crossing a grating, on to a very soft blanket. There was Diane and a crew of lovely ladies, quite gently holding my head as I coughed, what to me seemed like gallons of fluid from my lungs. There must have been at least 5 ladies cradling me in their arms. How damn small was I? One of them started crooning and rocking and after only a second, it seemed they were all doing it. Some of the ladies were dabbing at my skin gently to clean me, while Diane and her colleague would squirt some liquid onto each area I had tubes coming out of me. It felt so good I couldn't believe it! "OKAY Dean, now I am going to remove your catheter and anal tubing, try not too tense up. I'm deadening your vulva now," she explained. I felt something cool and wet down there, then a weird loss of sensation, "Now honey I'm slowly spreading your labia, tell me if you feel anything, you know thumbs up or down. Here I go..." All I could feel was the gentle swaying motion of the nurses. "Good, good, you might feel the medicine deadening your inner lips now," Diane continued. To tell the truth I didn't feel a thing just warm and cuddly. "I'm pulling out your urinary catheter now, tell me if you feel anything," she was determined to make certain this was a pleasant experience. Somewhere a little girl was cooing in a high voice, wow did she sound content. Wait, the cooing was coming from me! One of my nurses giggled. Good thing it made me smile, or she might have been in big trouble! "All done with that one sweetheart. One more to go and we'll get you into a comfy nightie and take you to bed." In unison the nurses upended me slightly, "A little cool wetness here. Woops, nurse hand me one of those soft towels. I think you are enjoying this honey, aren't you?" as she took the towel and dried my juices off my butt, "OKAY now the cool fluid." My butt went numb, "For this I'm giving you two shots because it's so deep and you're so stretched around it." I didn't feel any thing but the rocking. "Puling it out now..." "All done! Now you ladies remember his new skin is super sensitive right now. A scratch will feel like a knife wound. One shriek from him and its curtains for you!" she threatened. All those soft tender hands collectively maneuvered me into a downy soft silk nightgown. I was still pretty stoned, but when one nursed hand accidentally brushed softly against my right breast, it brought on another massive orgasm. My back arched everything locked up and my nurses and nightie were drenched in pussy juice! All the nurses froze terrified Diane would think I had been hurt. She just bent over to my face and kissed my lips, this made me orgasm again. "See how sensitive ladies, now you know why I stressed gentleness," she said grinning, "I think he liked it though. That and now we have to get a clean nightie and more towels to clean him up." My nurses started breathing again. One of them cut off the nightie and threw it away, while another ran to get the nightie and towels. While they waited the nurses began crooning and rocking me again. One of my nurses whispered to another, "My God, she's adorable." About this time, the towels arrived and I was dabbed clean and very carefully dressed in another silk Nightgown. This one had pretty pastel pink and had blue flowers all over it. I was placed on the gurney so gently it hardly registered I had been set down. "Time for your ride Dean," Diane said, and I promptly felt the gurney moving ever so slowly. I don't think we could have gone more than 100 ft when Diane announced, "Here we are darling, I know I promised you a private room, but if it's all right with you, I had my bed moved in here so we could spend more time together, and I can personally make sure you are being cared for properly. So thumbs up or thumbs down?" I have to admit so far, other than my transformation, she had taken damn good care of me so far. I knew I had never stopped loving her, even during my executed. I was a little pissed when I learned she was still alive, but I was getting over it. All these thoughts flashed through my head in a mere moment. For all intents and purposes I replied instantly with a Thumbs go up. She was so relieved she forgot herself, much to the dismay of my nurses, and said, "Oh, thank you sweetheart," and gently kissed my lips You guessed it! I orgasmed and soaked the nurses, the gurney, my wife, and myself. She blushed and said, "Oops. Oh, what the hell!" and kissed me again, and the tidal wave struck again. Most of the nurses looked annoyed, but the one who had giggled before, giggled again, and I smiled again. Diane motioned the group out of my hearing range, then pointed at her and said, "You," all the color drained from her face, leaving it nearly the same blonde color as her hair, so certain was she that her life as she knew it was over. "What's your name?" she asked. "Sally," was the nearly inaudible reply. "It seems my husband likes your giggle, you are now assigned to him 24/7!" Diane said smiling, having known all the time the young nurse was ready to wet herself. "Oh, and as of now, consider your GS rating bumped two levels." One of the other nurses had to reach out and steady her because she appeared ready to faint. Diane continued, "You," pointing to one of the other nurses, "What's your name?" "Millie," Replied a mid-thirtyish red headed nurse looking like she had to pick the lady or the tiger. Diane asked her, "You are the one who started rocking and crooning to my husband first, are you not?" "Yes, ma'am." "Same deal as the other nurse," said Diane, " and the rest of you have done an exemplary job as well. Consider yourselves on Port and Starboard shifts and care nurses for him, upgraded one GS rating. Just be certain to remember my instructions, as well as my threat! Anyone have a problem with this, speak up now and you can return to your normal duties, with my thanks?" There wasn't so much as a throat cleared. "Great! Now there are a couple of things upon which I'm going to insist. My husband shall be referred to as, he, him, his, Mr., and your husband. At all times, until either he, or I inform you otherwise, and rest assured I will not tell you until he tells me. Now on to a more delicate subject, normally and technically I am not allowed to ask this question if anyone is offended I'll apologize now and those easily offended may again, leave now," she instructed. Again, there were no takers. "I am pleased. I will state the question in a moment but before I do, what we say between us next, remains with us. The people standing right here, right now, if I hear word of anyone breaking this trust, what happens to Sophie, you would beg for, believe me. I want all truthful statements, so I want everyone to feel that whatever is said is beyond any crypto-clearance you have ever heard of, agreed? Last chance to bail out!" Diane offered. Only silence ensued. Diane continued on, "Are any of you lesbians, Bi-sexual, or open to new experiences? Your answers will not effect your status, but I really need help with him that goes above and beyond the call of duty." All but two of the nurses admitted to their willingness to provide any needed services, which might or might not, find themselves asked to perform. Diane breathed a sigh of relief, "Since you have all been honest with me, I feel obliged to be honest with you. I am, and have been a lesbian, virtually all my life, excepting for my all too brief marriage to that wonderful man sleeping there. Now you can see why it is so important to me he receives nothing but the best of care. I love him so much I ignored my sexual orientation." Now her voice started to tremble and she started tearing up, "And now I owe him more than I can ever repay. Because of me he was arrested for, he was tried and convicted of, and executed for, my murder. I took away his life, his family, his friends, and his manhood. I don't know if he will accept me any longer. If he retains his normal sexual orientation after what I have done to him, I intend to see that, at least during his convalescence, he receives enough sex to satisfy his increased libido. Even if he does accept me, if he expresses a desire and you are interested, consider my permission given, I am not a jealous woman and I will accept any part of his love he is willing to grant me. I realize this all might sound like it is contradictory, I mean a lesbian in love with a man, so much so she destroys him? I swear everything I have told you is the truth, and if I could swap my life, to return his, I would do so in an eye blink!" By the end of her story there wasn't any of them not crying and even one of the devout heterosexuals volunteered to try womanly sex, if she had the opportunity. I learned all of this later of course. I had a tough morning being born and all! When I woke up the redhead was humming a lullaby and rubbing my tummy. I felt so warm and content, as I can't remember when! She saw my eyes open and said, "I see you are awake Dean, are you feeling well? Just nod or shake your head. There is plenty of time to work on speaking later." I nodded a bit confused. Now I had spent my share of time in hospitals, and no nurse I ever had or heard of treated patients this good! She hadn't even quit rubbing my tummy, not that I wanted her to, it just made me feel wonderful. "My name is Millie. Diane has made me one of your two primary care nurses. Your other nurse's name is Sally. There are four more nurses, full time dedicated to just you. All you need do is make any desire of yours known, to any of us and our instructions are to fulfill it immediately, if it is within our power to do so. Anything beyond our power to grant, we refer to Diane, and if it is humanly possible, I believe she will make it happen. I have only known her a short time now but I would not put past her making a few things not humanly possible, happen as well." I had not noticed but she had pressed a call button and virtually soundlessly four other nurses appeared by my bedside. Millie spoke again, "This is Sally," pointing to the cute young blonde with the giggle. "We differ from the other nurses, only in that we live here 24 hours a day, seven days a week. So if you want either of us for any reason, and I do mean any reason, we have pledged to Diane to provide that service for you, even including sex." By this time, I heard someone running down the hallway. As I looked over Diane ran into the room. Millie looked down at me and whispered, "She instructed me to inform her the second you were awake, so she could be here." Diane was still breathing too hard to speak but she came over and kneeled by my bed gently taking my hand and holding the back of it to her face. The nurses, with the exceptions of Sally and Millie, all quietly evaporated from the room. Diane caught her breath, "Dean, please forgive me!" "It's OKAY Diane," one of the 'Alvin and the Chipmunks' 'Chippettes' said. At least the voice I heard sounded like a 'Chippette'. However, I feel certain my lips had moved. Diane leapt up and went to put her arms around my neck and both, Sally and Millie stopped her. Both of them intoning, "Stop!" Diane realized what she had almost done and quickly straightened up saying, "Thank you ladies." "And thank you Dean. I really wanted to hug you, but your guardian Angels were right to stop me. Your body is so sensitive right now, I could have either hurt you, or sent you into an orgasm. You probably remember a few of those already," she grinned sheepishly. "Oh yes, it was wonderful!" I wasn't sure I'd ever get used to this voice, I bet it could shatter glass it was so high! At least it brought a smile to her face. "We have a lot of work to do still, but for the rest of today we still have to keep your activity limited. By later today, the sensitivity of your skin will begin to diminish to near normal levels. I say near normal because you will always be more sensitive than most women will. So we have to keep your physical activity limited for now." She turned to the nurses, "Ladies I have to give him an examination at this time. Millie, please call the others back to help us." With that, even though I didn't see it, I knew Millie had pressed the buzzer that summoned the other nurses. When they arrived the railings were dropped and one of the nurses pulled out a pair of scissors and cut my night gown from the neck hole to the bottom and up each sleeve splaying it open leaving me, that is to say the new me, Buck naked on the bed. I must have been blushing because Diane said, "It's OKAY Dean everybody here is a professional and has already seen you naked many times. Of course there is nothing wrong with blushing so go ahead just know, I have only people around you now, who all love you." "OKAY Diane," the chipmunk said. "First I want to measure how tall you are." Four pairs of hand held the tape measure close to, but not touching my body. "Forty six inches," Diane said, "Ladies we need to lift him now." The ladies touched me ever so gently, only in non-erogenous areas. That is, anyone but the new me. My little heart was racing. With all of those soft hands holding me, I couldn't help but coo. They all paused at once, to allow me to calm down a little. They next lifted me up and Diane wound the tape measure around my waist stating, "twenty eight inch hips, twelve inch waist, twenty five inch chest, and fifty inch bust. Lets see that makes you a 30 M Bra Size, and you wear about a size 14 in girls sizes for the bottom half. We have to probably go with a woman's medium for your blouses." "That's all for now sweetie," and Diane had them set me down incredibly carefully. "I have to go and do some things right now, and since your angels will have to dress you again anyway... " She leaned over and kissed my lips. I came like a force-five twister, drenching everybody. Before Diane left she looked over to my nurses and said, "Expect company at about 6:00." and with that she left. "OKAY sir, it's time to clean you up, but before we do that I need to know if you need to attend to your bladder?" asked Millie. I hadn't had this body very long. I have hardly moved it at all. So I took stock and there was some pressure in my lower abdomen, not exactly the same feeling, I am used to, so I said, "I think so." Sally told me, "I'm going to bring the head of the bed up, so you are almost sitting up, tell us to stop if it is uncomfortable, don't try and be tough, your so sensitive it could become unbearable in a mere moment. Can you do that?" "Sure," I nodded, but I thought, 'damn what am I blown glass?' I heard the motor whine while four pairs of eyes watched for any sign from me. I didn't feel anything until I reached enough inclination and my giant boobs gently swung together in my lap! Wow that felt good, I didn't quite orgasm but it was close! I must have looked goofy because I heard one of those infectious giggles come from Sally, it reminded me of the hooker on 'Crocodile Dundee' I would never tell her that though. Everything stopped until I caught my breath. Sally went on with her near 'Chippette' voice (another reason to like Sally), "Now we are going to lift you up, just enough to place the bedpan under your tush, ready?" I nodded, which might have been a mistake. My gelatinous mounds began quivering and sending wonderful electric bolts of pleasure through my brain. Millie said, "Maybe you should try talking, just a little more for now, nodding your head could have us changing sheets all day!" Both Sally and I giggled at that. Then I felt all three pair of hands seek the least erogenous area they knew of, and began slowly raising me up. The instant my butt cleared the bedpan the one nurse not holding me slid it under, and down I went onto it. I gasped sharply, and even cried out a little, while the ladies hovered me above the frigid pan. They were looking back and forth between each other afraid they were toast, and trying to think of how to solve the cold bedpan problem. Sally came up with it first, "Dean, so sorry. I have a change in plan though. The bedpan is right beneath you, as I'm sure you are aware. Do you think you will be able to pee, while we hold you?" I had stopped shivering by then so I said, "It's OK. I can't believe just a chilly bedpan could shock me like that!" I went on, "I suppose I can try, but I have to warn you, when I was a man there would be no way I could do it." Millie reassured me, "Just relax, and pretend you are floating and we are not here." She took one of her hands and gently rubbed my tummy again. Wouldn't you know it, some other girl started peeing because I heard the steady stream, just like when my wife peed? Oh my God, the girl was me! I could feel the pressure reduce, and finally went away all together, and the sound of the stream stopped with it. "All done? I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement of fact I saw the bedpan scooted out and felt a soft cotton diaper dab at my pussy, "There, that wasn't too bad, was it?" "It sure was different," I said. They set me down and Sally told me she was lowering the bed. They brought me down to a less inclined position. I saw two nurses scurry out of my room, only to come back, with a tub of tepid water, a new silk nightgown, and more diapers pushed in on a clean gurney. "Bath time," said mother Millie. Up I went again. All the nurses but Millie had hold of me while, Mother Millie cleaned me up with her oh so gentle touch. "That's taken care of. Into your nightie you go!" and she slipped it over me. They placed me on the gurney while my pit crew stripped and re-made my bed. I was marveling at the teamwork, but I didn't get to marvel long, for in moments I was floating back into my bed. Sally snatched a comforter (I was kind of shocked, never seen a comforter in a hospital) and snuggled it around me. She asked, "Would you like to watch television while we bring you some breakfast?" "No, I don't think so, is there music available?" "You bet! Diane picked out some she knows you like, just to have ready if you wanted, anything in particular you want to hear?" Sally asked. "If Diane picked it out I'm sure any of it will be fine," we had pretty much the same taste in music. (We both required it to have more than 4 notes repeating!) She went over to a panel and started a MP3 storage recorder on random play. About then I realized, Mother Millie was still rubbing my tummy. I got the feeling she really cared about me, and what I was going through. With that thought, I started tearing up and she asked me what was wrong. "Everyone is being so nice to me! I really want to thank them all," I blubbered. "There, there, they all heard you just now and I'm sure they appreciate it, you just relax now, you're not used to all this estrogen yet," wow there's a scary thought! I don't know if my nurses were telepathic or what, but via some undiscovered means Millie had communicated her desire to get me a mild sedative, because one of the other nurses appeared by magic with it. Mother Millie said, "This is a mild sedative, it won't knock you out, but it should help to take the edge off for a while. Now open your mouth and lift up your tongue..." Sally squealed, "That is just adorable." She was so kooky that I had to smile, although I saw Millie give her a reproachful glance as she used an eyedropper to place two drops of medicine under my tongue. She tried to hide the label from me but I could see in bold letters 'children's formula' on the bottle. After I swallowed, it occurred to me that I had no idea what I looked like anymore. So I asked Mother Millie, "I have not seen what I look like yet. Could I get some kind of mirror?" Millie looked as if she was going to panic. As if I had said the one thing, she dreaded most to hear. Sally it seamed had thought ahead and said, "Diane has requested to be here when you see yourself for the first time, we will get you the mirror if you can't wait, but I thought you should be made aware, it seems like a big thing for her." "I can wait," I told her watching Millie's heart start beating again. "Please tell me if I ask for something again, that Diane wanted to be here for, or has told you she would rather I wait, I don't want anybody to have to walk on egg shells around me. I like you all too much for that." (I can hardly believe how sappy I sound, especially with that cutesy voice of mine.) Sally assured me they would tell me, and thanked me. Breakfast arrived. It consisted of a small bowl of oatmeal, about two tablespoons, with brown sugar on, and a small glass of luke-warm milk. I stared at it. Millie understood right away, "I know you didn't like milk, but that was your old body. Diane told us you were allergic, but that, it is no longer the case. Could you pretty please try it for me?" She was so nice to me, and as much as I hated the stuff, for her I resolved to give it a shot, hell Diane may have made it so this body liked it for all I knew. I picked up the white stuff, looked at it like 'now don't you bite me', placed the glass to my tiny lips and allow just a tiny bit in. My face must have lit up pretty good because two special nurses seem like proud mamas. It actually tasted good to me now, who'd a thunk it? I allowed myself to take a bigger gulp. I looked over to the dollop of oatmeal and figured they were going to starve me to death. I dug in eating my oatmeal and drinking my milk. I downed about half the oatmeal and two thirds of the milk and had to stop. I was stuffed! Sally came and gathered up my dishes saying, "Ooh, you ate a lot you must have been hungry!" I was watching her face very carefully, and unless she was one hell of an actress, she wasn't being facetious. Just how small am I? I thought back to when Diane had measured me and made some quick calculations in my head. Since I hadn't been around little girls much, the measurements had not meant much at the time, but to my figuring... Oh God! I'm tiny! I tried not to let the realization show, but this was quite a shock! Sally saw me first and stooped to my eye level saying, "Dean you're white as a sheet, is something wrong?" Not having been successful disguising my shock I 'fessed up', "I just realized I'm really tiny aren't I?" My nurses locked eyes with each other. Millie seemed to have come to a decision, "Yes," she said, "but you're not a little girl and we won't treat you like one! Will we Sally?" Sally's eyes were silver dollar sized, "No we won't! Unless of course you want us to, and in that case it would be just pretend!" Millie looked a little miffed but satisfied. "Well maybe we can pretend together later. For now, I'd rather not, okay?" Sally and Millie chorused, "Okay." Sally looked like she was going to jump up and down and clap since I had left the door open to play 'little girl' with her. It looks like I've got Angels, a mother, and a cheerleader. I yawned. I was warm, full, and loved. Good thing my skin was so sensitive or I'll bet someone about this time would have picked me up and burped me. As it was, with mother Millie rubbing my tummy again, I dozed off. About noontime, Sally's voice roused me, "Wake up sleepy head, lunch time." If she wasn't so blasted cute I'd have shot her. I was just in the middle of a dream about a beautiful buxom blonde having sex with me when she woke me up! "But before you eat we have a couple little tests, alright?" she asked cheerily. I nodded my acquiescence. "First I need you to reach out and grab my finger and squeeze, can you do that?" I grabbed hold of her little index finger. My hand barely reaching the length of it, and squeezed as hard as I could. "Oh that's nice," she said. Shit, it seems I'm as weak as a kitten too! "As much as I like holding hands with you, you can let go now. Raise your left arm up, as if you have a question for the teacher, please. Tell me how this feels." She took her finger and stroked the outside of my forearm. "Ooh, good it's nice," I answered. "How about this," she asked stroking the inside of my arm. "Way good," I answered with my heart beating fast and me panting slightly. "Wonderful, your over sensitivity is only about two and a half times normal, that's quite an improvement! After lunch we might just be able to take a walk all the way to the bathroom!" "Ooh, I can hardly wait," I said, making Millie snicker. Sally looked hurt so I had to say, "Just joking Sally, being able to stand and walk for the first time is kind of exciting, but it's scary too." She brightened up right away, "You have nothing to be scared of with all of us helping." "I think all of my angels were going to be introduced this morning, but Diane got here too quick. The next time a new face comes in, can I get a name to go with it?" these ladies had all done so much I wanted to at least to be able to call them by name. Millie told me, "The sandy blonde this morning was Cindy, the Auburn haired nurse is Susan, and this afternoon you have two nurses you haven't seen since 'your birth'. They will be in here soon and they can introduce themselves, will that be all right?" "Sure that will make it easier to remember them," as I spoke a tall blonde walked in with lunch. Millie and Sally must be telepathic because when this nurse walked in, she brightly said, "Hello Dean, I'm Molly." Now I really had to know, "Are all of you ladies telepathic and will I be telepathic now that I'm one of you?" They all giggled at that, Millie and Sally exchanged 'looks'. Millie said, "We have a confession," she reached up and pulled a little device like a hearing aide from her ear showing it to me, "We are all wired to a microphone in your bed, so anything you want everyone on duty knows it immediately." "Wow. I have a new question. If Molly has come on shift, how come you and Sally are still here?" I know I'm a little dense some times but it wasn't sinking in yet. Millie elaborated, "Sally and I are living in the rooms on either side of yours, since we have accepted the responsibility for your care and happiness, when you are awake, we are awake and here with you. Unless you insist that we not be, then you can pick anybody to do the job you like better." "Mom would be so proud to know her son is a princess!" said I, hoping for laughs but all I got was confused silence. "Oh come on lighten up. It just seems to me the only other people who might get this kind of treatment would be royalty, and I no longer qualify for King or prince, and with this body all the Queens I ever met had different attachments!" The best they could do was "Oh." Molly set my lunch on a tray in front of me, macaroni and cheese and a glass of cool milk (not cold). I thought they were trying to starve me again but soon discovered I couldn't finish even what I was given. "You ate well again," Sally, praised me. "Are you pulling my leg?" annoyed, I had to know. "What do you mean, dear?" asked Millie. "I've seen gerbils eat more than I can!" still gathering information. "Our experience has been that patients after a procedure such as this, don't usually eat anything for three or for days. As for the amount, remember you are smaller now than you were, so your stomach is really small, that and other things I'd rather Diane explained, they are a bit technical and she knows more about this than anyone in the world," explained Millie "Is that alright with you?" "How much do I weigh now?" again Millie, with the secretive glance. No answer seemed forthcoming, but this time I saw Millie press a button. I didn't say anything. I was sure of what was going to happen. Then I heard the, pad, pad, pad of someone jogging down the corridor. Diane's pretty face popped into my room, a bit flushed and out of breath. Before she could catch her breath and speak, I said, "I'm sorry Diane, I didn't mean for your work to be interrupted." "Oh no sweetheart, I wanted to be here about now anyway. The nurses had sent word you were about done with lunch a few minutes ago, I was just finishing up something when I got the 'Urgent' signal," Diane assured me. "Am I desensitized enough to get a hug?" was my requested. "If you are, or not, you can have one. The nurses might get mad at us if your not, but we can risk it!" she said. After taking down my bed rail, she very slowly leaned over me (It seemed like an Eclipse to me), gently wrapped her arms around me and we hugged. It was massively different than it used to be, her smaller breasts, squished against my giant boobs. I could feel her slower heart beat through my tits. It was warm and very nice, just different. I kissed her cheek. She kissed mine and I shuddered from head to toe. "Was it good for you too honey?" was what I whispered in her ear with my tiny voice. "Oh, I love you so much it hurts!" she whispered back. I squeezed her harder with my tiny arms and hands. We let each other go, when Diane was out of the way, I could see both nurses really close to both sides of my bed like they were ready to throw Diane off of me. That would have been gutsy of them taking in consideration she was the boss! When she stood, she glanced to Millie who said, "He wanted to know his weight." "I see," Diane looked down at me and continued, "I'm not sure how to go about this. Previous test subjects, told immediately, and not in the most pleasant way, there was a reason for that in their cases, that I'll tell you later, did not take it very well. You need to steel yourself for this. Sally, bring some of the sedative we used this morning. Now Dean we are not going to give the sedative to you, unless it looks like your too upset and not handling it well, understand?" I nodded. My brain raced around trying to think. What could be so shocking they need all of this rigmarole? When Sally returned Diane began, "Darling, you know that you are smaller right?" I nodded. "You are only about average height, for a seven year old girl." She paused staring at me, looking for signs I was going to freak out. "That makes you 4 feet tall. You weigh about 63 pounds, ten pounds of which is breast. I'm so sorry, this was as tall as I was allowed to make you." "Oh I am so shocked!" I said in as deadpan a voice, as my 'Chippette' vocal cords would let me. Diane started to dive in for a hug, and both nurses restrained her, "It's OKAY I was going to do it slow and gentle." Both ladies returned, "But he looked frightened at you quick movement." and released her. "Yes you were right. Thank you." Then to me, "Can I hug you slowly now, please?" "Sure," I said, "I was just startled a second, it's OK." We hugged. When we were finished I said, "Wow Millie, Sally, I can't believe you grabbed Diane to protect me, especially after some of the threats she's made!" The two nurses blushed. Diane explained, "They were doing their job, while you recover, they work exclusively for you. They are under orders to protect you from anything, including me, those orders, written then signed, and properly notarized. I can make requests of them, and you, but I have no authority over them while you recover." "I guess I am a Princess!" joked I. This time both ladies grinned at my 'inside joke'. Diane gave them a quizzical look. They both gave her a real innocent look back. "So you're OKAY with being so little?" she didn't sound convinced. "You can talk your only 5' 1" tall!" I told her. "OKAY then, we need to take you for your first walk," Diane announced. Millie was about to buzz for the other nurses, when they came in. Molly first then a mousy brown haired nurse followed, "Hi, I'm Kellie," she announced. "Hi Kellie, now I'm going to have to put my foot down, if I'm the boss, the nurses have to do what I say, right?" I queried. Diane looked suspicious, "Yes." "Good in that case time out!" I called, "before we start anything new, I have a vital task for my angels!" Diane replied, "And what might that be?" I announce, "It's Pay Day! I owe them all hugs for taking such good care of me!" Diane smiled and shook her head, while all four nurses lined up for hugs. Millie went first. I gave her a little kiss on the cheek while we hugged and the same to each, in order. Out of my hearing range, Diane whispered to Millie, "Do you see what I mean about him?" Millie replied, "Oh God yes!" My hugging duties over, they dropped the rails and held my hands while I tried to stand, I made it to my feet, but it seemed like I wanted to stand on tip toes like a ballerina. I could get my feet flat on the floor they seemed to gravitate to a toe down position. I took baby steps all the way to the bathroom, but by the time I reached the door, I was walking all by myself. "I barely overheard Diane telling Sally about obtaining some special orthopedic shoes. Once at the bathroom Diane insisted on going in with me. She said, "I hear you want to see what you look like right?" "Yes I do, but the mirror in here is too high, I can't see myself!" I complained. "Easy problem to fix! Stand still and relax," She leaned over and pulled me against her breasts, and then she lifted me onto the sink counter top. Diane kept a firm hold on my tiny waist while I inspected the 'new me'. I was as pretty as I could possibly be, given my stature. What a sight! Sure little girls can be pretty, but you have never seen a 7 year old with 30 M breasts and a twelve inch waist! Diane looked like a little girl playing dress up with her real live Stripper dolly! I was turning myself on terribly. So much my nightgown was getting wet spots front and back! I felt Diane grab hold of me gently lifting me off the counter and set me on the floor. While she had a hold of me she whispered, "I know. I've had to wear a pad for the last two days or everyone would know how much you are turning me on!" "Now I need you to try and urinate. I won't watch if you don't want me to," she assured me. "Well I didn't have any trouble this morning with four ladies watching while they held me in mid air!" I bragged. The seat was down, so Diane showed me how to pull the nightie up and hold it that way while I tinkled. It was much better peeing in the toilet than the bedpan. Diane wadded up some toilet tissue and said, "Important lesson time, when wiping the urine off of your vulva always wipe front to back and never re-wipe. If you do it this way it drastically reduces the chances that you will get a yeast infection." I did as instructed. It felt extremely weird, where I was used to having balls and Dick, were hairless smooth pink pussy lips. When I finished wiping, I just sat there and stared. "Different than you are used to, huh?" Diane broke my contemplation. "Well I'm sort of used to it, but just on you," I answered. "You always did like to stare at my pussy, almost as much as I liked you to," she said with a devilish grin. I crooked and wiggled my finger to get her to bring her face closer, and then I leaned back, spreading my legs saying, "So how do you like mine?" "You little vixen," she said, but took a good look anyway, "I'd say, I outdid myself, what do you think?" "I haven't decided, hell I still need to take it for a test drive, you know kick the tires, see how it corners?" "Oh God please stop," Diane said bringing her hand to the front of her dress at crotch level, "you've got me hotter than molten lava!" as she lightly rubbed her crotch through the dress. "OKAY I'll change the subject. Why do I seem to want to walk on my tip- toes?" I queried. "Hmmm, well since you are so short I gave you legs that will walk in high heels without getting tired and sore." was her explanation. "Have you got any high heeled slippers?" I asked. "Great Idea sweetheart! I'll get you a pair, post haste! Are you up to a return trip?" she asked as her hand extended to steady me as I stood up. Once vertical I looked down to get a glimpse of my cunt, but two giant boobies blocked my view. To be able to see it, I reached up and spread my jugs, ah, there it is, my skinny legs attached to relatively wide hips left a wide triangular area of space between my legs, and my knees were touching! Diane commented, "Now I'll have to change my panties and dress. You made me so hot I just overflowed my maxi-pad! So come on we must get you to bed before I can't control myself any longer and just sit here masturbating!" "Go ahead I can wait. I'll just sit here and drool," I teased. "OKAY smarty pants I will," that got me so hot my knees gave out and I sat back down feeling my juices running down my legs. Diane giggled saying, "See two can play that game! As tempting, as it might be to relieve my sexual tension I have to get back to a special experiment, but I'll have lots more time in a few hours. We'll be able to spend the whole evening together if you like. Now take some toilet tissue and wipe your hand and pussy so we can head back." I silently complied. This time when I stood, I let the nightgown drop over my silky little body. Wow did that make me shudder! "Feels real good, doesn't it!" Diane chided. "MMM hmmm," I replied with my big green eyes closed savoring the experience. When I opened my eyes, I took her hand she opened the door and we began the short trek back to my bed. Sally squealed, "Surprise!" and handed me the cutest little high heel slippers, all pink, with pink feathers on the top near the toes. They were wedge heels, wide enough so they would be quite stable. She was holding them out for me to take. I surprised her more by ignoring the slippers and grabbing her by the neck in a big hug. I kissed her cheek and said, "Oh thank you Sally!" I think she liked it because I felt her hand placed gently on the middle of my back. When I let her go there was a single tear running down her face, but I caught it with my tiny finger, which made her blush a little. She was still holding the slippers. Molly put a little folding chair right behind me so I could sit. They wouldn't let me put them on myself. Sally gently placed them on my tiny feet. They were just my size. Diane steadied me when I stood up, I exclaimed, "My feet like them! And I'm just about boob high now!" I was staring at four pairs of tits at my level. Diane retorted, "Sexist!" "You could never prove that in court!" I challenged. I earned giggles all around that time. Molly came up with, "So, test drive them all ready!" 'So the bathroom is bugged too' I thought, but said, "Here goes... Look no training wheels!" My wife and nurses applauded. Definitely, the design for my feet is to wear high heels! I could almost walk normally, except I had to make much shorter steps. I could feel my hips swaying quite femininely. The only draw back was that my boobs jiggled back and forth, as I swayed. It felt terrific! I glanced around the room and it seemed that Diane wasn't the only one turned on by my hot little body! I can see we are going to need drool bibs around here. When I reached the bed, I turned away from it, placed my hand sexily on my hip, and exaggerated my walk touring the room. You could have heard a pin drop! 'Any more of this' I thought, 'and I'd have to step over all of their tongues.' I swayed back over to my bed and stood there until they recovered enough to lift me up onto it. Diane whispered into my ear, "You are very naughty! I think they are all in love!" I giggled like a little girl to whom a secret had just, been told. "I'm leaving now, see you at 6:00." with that she disappeared out the door. My walk must have tuckered me out. I found myself coming awake to the melodious tones of Sally's voice, "Dinner time!" I could feel my big eyes fluttering long lashes as I opened them on Sally's image, "Oh God, that was so cute!" Millie gave her a stern glance. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself!" she blushed. "It's OKAY Millie. I know I look like a sweet little girl. I kind of like her treating me like it some times," I confessed. "I can't wait to play dress-up!" "I'm not sure I could take that," Sally admitted. "I know you'll be strong when the time comes... you can cum too, you have my permission," I told her with a devilish grin on my sweet face. She blushed, big time. Millie giggled and a new girl... let's see Auburn hair, Must be Sue, giggled too.