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A SMALL MISTAKE By Persephone Chapter One It all started innocently enough. I was feeling worn out and tired all the time. I didn't feel like getting out of bed in the morning and could hardly wait to get back under the covers at night. I spent the day dozing off at work and taking a nap during lunch. On the drive to and from work I could barely keep my eyes open. My girlfriend, Lisa, and I were becoming strangers even though we lived together and shared the same bed. I just didn't have the energy to do anything with her. And I mean *anything*. I kept putting her off saying that I had a hard day and was too tired. I even used the headache excuse. She told me that it wasn't normal to be so tired with all the sleep I was getting and that I needed to see a doctor. I told her I hated going to a doctor's office. I didn't like waiting on hold for an hour to get an appointment that was three months away and when I finally did go to the office I had to wait for half an hour after my appointment time to see the doctor and then he didn't listen to me and rushed me out like I was a keeping him from a golf game or something. She said that we were already almost the same height, she's 5'-9" and I'm almost 5'-10", and that if I lost any more weight we would be the same weight too. Lisa was 125 pounds and I was 165 before this started but I had lost so much weight from skipping breakfast because I was late, napping through lunch, and picking at my dinner and then going to bed early that I was down to 135 pounds. I knew that she was right to be concerned but I just really didn't like going to the doctor and figured I would give it a little longer. I didn't think things could get much worse and that whatever was wrong would work itself out pretty soon. Well, things worked out differently than I had hoped. I was laid off at work because my production was down to almost zero. My boss said that they just couldn't tolerate my falling asleep at my desk during the day and that my appearance had deteriorated to the point that other people around me felt uncomfortable. He said I looked like I was a kid dressed in his father's clothes and that he had told me more that enough times to get some clothes that fit me properly. He said that he had warned me on numerous occasions that the office wasn't the place to catch up on my sleep and while he was on a roll he also threw in a comment about my long hair. The only good thing he said was that he had hoped the warnings would have been sufficient to bring me around because I had been a good worker and that if I ever got my act back together he would do his best to find me a position. And that was it. I cleared out my cubicle, left the building with my career in a cardboard box and went home to bed. Lisa was not amused when I told her the details of my recent unemployment. She again insisted that I see a doctor to find out what was wrong with me. She said the time for putting things off had passed. I again reiterated my same objections and added the fact that I was no longer a member of a health plan and that we certainly didn't have the money to spend on a doctor and the tests that he would be sure to want to run on me. I told her that I would have to find another job first. I sent out my resume and got a few hits but then I slept through the appointments and when I called I was politely told that I didn't need to reschedule. I finally had to agree that Lisa was right. I would never admit it to her but there was definitely something more wrong than just being tired. I tried checking the Internet to see what I could find there. I thought that maybe there was some condition that I had that made me tired all the time and I could get something 'over-the-counter' to fix me up. Well. I found dozens of things that could cause the symptoms I was displaying. After days of research I had come to several conclusions: I still had no idea why I was so tired all of the time; I wasn't going to solve this problem myself; and some sleep disorders could be a really, really bad thing and I better do something about it soon. Turns out that I didn't need to do anything though. That decision was handled very nicely by Lisa. She listened to all of my objections concerning doctors, the making of appointments and my concerns about cost and made an appointment for me where she works. She called me at home and told me that I had an appointment for the next day, which she pointedly reminded me would not be a problem because I didn't need to get time off, there was little that I could do or say. I just agreed. Lisa's a research assistant for a small lab out in the country but I had no idea what they were researching because she never talked about her work much. The only thing I knew was that she worked with a lot of doctors and other lab technicians. I didn't even know where her job fell in the scheme of things. Chapter Two So it was that on that fateful Monday I dragged my tired ass out of bed at the early hour of 10:00 AM and left to meet Lisa. She was waiting for me at the front entrance of the facility when I drove up. I thought that was really nice of her to come out to greet me but I soon found out that without her ID card I wouldn't have made it past the front gate. After we drove onto the grounds I parked my car where Lisa indicated and we went into the building. It was definitely a very secure place that she worked and I was impressed. Every barrier we passed required her to swipe her card through the reader. I began to think there wasn't a door in the place that could be passed without ID. After many doors and corridors Lisa showed me into a large office area that was indistinguishable from any regular hospital wardroom. It appeared to be the inner core of the facility and had a bunch of doors leading from the main room we were in. I guess the security wasn't necessary this deep into the complex because there didn't appear to be any of the card readers on any of the doors in this room. Lisa led me to an exam room told me to strip and put on the gown that was on the table and wait for the doctor. So far it was like most doctors' appointments that I've had other than the security and not having to wait. I had no sooner gotten the gown on than a man knocked on the door and entered. He introduced himself as Doctor Schmidt and asked me to sit on the table. He said, in a heavy German accent, "Zo, You are za boyfriend zat Lisa iss alvays talking about. Ist very nice to meet you, Bennie." And with that said he started to give me a very thorough exam. I was weighed and he measured just about every part of my body. He poked, prodded and listened and the whole while was making the usual doctor sounds but with a slight German accent. You know the ones I mean. The kind that meant nothing to anyone that hasn't been to medical school. The usual bodily fluid samples were requested and given and there were X-Rays, CAT scans, EEG, EKG and other alphabetical tests taken. He told me that they would have the results of all the tests in a few days but until that time he was just going to go on his intuition. I took that to mean he was going to make an educated wild ass guess. Just what I wanted to hear. He told me that I appeared to be run down, very underweight and that my muscle tone was that of a teenage girl. He said that it was his opinion that a good shot of what he called "alphabet soup" was just what I needed. He said that a concoction of vitamins should start to fix me up and get me headed back to 'normal' again. He said that when the tests came back he would let me know what else, if anything, would be necessary. Then Dr. Schmidt told me to get dressed again and see his lab assistant in the outer room and she would give me a shot that would start to fix me up and that he would give Lisa some vitamins and supplements and directions on how I should take them. He said he wanted to see me again in a month and that he would get weekly reports from Lisa on my progress and let her know if he needed to see me sooner. He also planned to have her harvest further samples from me at weekly intervals to check my progress and make adjustments if necessary. I thanked him for everything as he headed out the door. He turned and said it was nice to practice medicine on a human being again for a change just before he walked out and closed the door. That really gave me another shot of confidence in my new doctor. I dressed and went out to find his assistant in the next room but when I got there the room was empty so I went into the next room and the next and the next. I finally ran into a very nice looking woman in a white lab coat and asked her if she worked for Dr Schmidt. She said "Yes." and asked what I wanted. I told her that Doctor sent me to get his 'special concoction'. She smiled and said, "Ah, yes. I have the latest all ready for him right over here." She walked across the room and picked up a hypodermic needle off of the counter and handed it to me. I said, "Aren't you going to be doing the injection?" "No." She said. "I never do that. I just prepare the formulations according to his orders. Either the Doctor or one of his assistants takes care of that. You'll need to give it to one of them." I immediately surmised that I had found the wrong nurse so I took the syringe and set off backtracking to where I had come from with needle in hand. When I arrived back in the outer room again there was another woman there dressed in one of those new type nurse's uniforms. It had a wild print of flowers and birds and cute little insects all over it. She was kinda cute and had a great smile. She said, "So, there you are. Where did you get to? Is that the Doctor's 'alphabet soup' you have there?" I said, "I guess so." and handed it to her. She took it from me and told me to drop my pants and bend over the table. I felt her swab the proposed target site and then there was a small pin prick and it was all over. "There you go. That should go a long ways towards making you feel like a new person." She said with another big smile. I pulled my shorts and pants back up while she made a phone call to Lisa and told her that I was ready to go. Lisa showed up a few minutes later and we walked back to the main entrance. She told me to go home and get some rest and that she would be home at her usual time and we would spend the weekend having fun together. After a quick embrace and kiss I went to my car for the drive back home. I don't know what was in the good Doctor's concoction but by the time I got back home I was really tired and felt like shit on a hot rock at high noon. I was sweating so bad my clothes were soaked and all I wanted to do was curl up in a nice soft bed. I stripped out of my clothes, put on a pair of sweats, crawled under the covers and drifted off into a deep sleep. When Lisa got home she came to check up on me. I was sleeping so soundly that I didn't even move let alone wake up. She made her diner and watched some TV before joining me in bed for the night. I never even felt her get into bed. Chapter Three The next morning I felt quite a bit better than the night before but I also had a strange feeling that I was somehow 'out of sync' so to speak. I mean all the parts were accounted for and seemed to work just fine but I just didn't feel the same. I was somewhat disoriented or something. I put it down to the fever the night before and the good Doctor's 'alphabet soup'. By the time I had my shower and got my robe on I was really wide awake and ready for the weekend. I seemed to have more energy than I'd had in a long time and that 'out of sync' feeling wasn't quite as bad. When I returned to the bedroom Lisa was just getting up and as she got out of bed and stretched she said, "Hi there sleepyhead. How's my Bennie feeling this morning?" I told her that I felt a lot better and that I would get her breakfast ready while she showered and dressed. She told me to wrap a towel around my head and she would dry my hair after breakfast. She had this thing about my hair. Whatever! Shortly after we started dating she asked... no, she told me to let my hair grow long. She said she loved long hair on men and that my hair was so thick and full that it would look great if it was longer. I soon gave up and just let it grow. I thought she would get tired of it after awhile and I could get it cut short again. No such luck. The longer it got the more she liked it. I mean she soon had me using her shampoo and conditioner and she brushed and blow dried it for me every time I washed it. She said she loved to 'do' my hair and could hardly wait for it to get longer. Lisa had some strange ideas about things but the sex was phenomenal so I pretty much went along with most of her ideas and requests. Like there was the body hair thing. She didn't like the feel of body hair against her skin when we made love so I had gotten used to the idea of shaving my legs all the time. Fortunately I never did have any hair on my chest and barely any on my arms and I had no desire to grow a beard or mustache. Then there was the armpit thing. She was convinced that the hair in my pits absorbed and retained my body odor and that the only solution was to remove all of the armpit hair. So, for the last year and a half I had let the hair on my head grow and shaved or otherwise removed most of my other body hair. What else could I do? The sex and being with her more than made up for the inconvenience. Anyway, back to where I was. During breakfast Lisa told me that it was a good thing that I left the research center when I did. She didn't know what happened but just after I left all hell broke loose. Doctor Schmidt was yelling in German at one of the lab techs and she was yelling back and carrying on all upset about something. Lisa said that his nurse, it sounded like the one that gave me my shot, was just sitting in the corner crying hysterically. "I have no idea what they were all upset about because when I came into the room all three of them got real quiet and left the room." Lisa said. She went on, "Whatever it was the Doctor was calmed down by the time I left because he gave me your vitamins and supplements and told me how you were to take them. I never did see the other two lab techs again the rest of the day." "Sounds like something exciting happened." I said. "So what exciting things are we going to do today?" "Nothing." Lisa said. "At least as far as you're concerned. I have to go to work. In case you forgot, I still have a job and besides, Dr. Schmidt said that you should just take it nice and easy for awhile until you get some of your strength back and don't feel so worn out and tired all the time. After I get your hair done you can just kick back, relax and watch some TV or read a book." With that she blow dried my hair which went a long way towards the relaxing part and then said, "I have to go to work now or I'll be late." And she was out the door and I settled down in front of the television. I was sound asleep in my easy chair when she returned that evening. I had slept almost the entire day. I guessed that I wasn't as recovered as I thought I was that morning. I got up and went to greet her but as I cleared the chair I felt that strange 'out of sync' feeling again. Something just wasn't as it should be but I had no idea what it was. I told Lisa that I felt somewhat strange and disoriented when I stood up and had felt the same way when I got out of bed that morning but she said it was probably just a head rush from getting up too fast. That sounded reasonable so I just let it go. That's pretty much the routine for the rest of that week. During the three weeks that followed I improved quite a bit but still no weight gain. As a matter of fact I lost more weight. Every Friday morning Lisa would have me give some more samples that the doctor wanted. She'd give me a cup to fill and take some blood. We did this routine every Friday for a month. She also weighed me and took all of the measurements that Dr. Schmidt had taken on my visit to the lab. The last time we did this she looked at the paper she had written it all down on when she finished, let out low whistle and said, "You getting a hell of a figure there, Lover. You're still five foot nine and a half but your other measurements are 36-28-34 and you weigh 125 the same as me. If you don't start beefing up soon I'll have to start calling you Bonnie instead of Bennie." "Not funny! Not funny at all!" I returned. "I'm trying to gain some weight back but I just don't seem to feel like eating much. I'm so damn weak too compared to the way I used to be. I mean look at my arms." I said as I flexed my lack of muscle. She reached up and checked my bicep and said, "I see what you mean. Ummm... Have you noticed how soft and smooth your skin has gotten? It really feels nice. I guess those vitamins of the doctors are doing some good anyway even if you haven't gained any weight back yet." "Oh thanks! Thanks a lot! That's not even a little bit funny. That's just what I really wanted to hear. I weigh the same as my girlfriend and have about the same figure as her and now she says I have nice soft skin too. Oh joy! Next you'll be telling me how cute or beautiful I look. How about you ask the Doc how I get back to being myself. How do I gain back some weight and muscle? I'm really tired of this." As I completed my short rant I looked up at Lisa and she was just standing there with a strange look on her face staring at me and looking me up and down from my head to my toes. Suddenly she shook her head and said, "Sorry I upset you Honey. I'll talk to the doctor today and see if he has any suggestions. I really have to get out of here or I'll be late. See you tonight." And with that she picked up her purse and was out the door after giving me a quick peck on my cheek. Chapter Four Lisa came home that night at her usual time and found me lounging around just watching a game show on TV. She set down her purse and walked through to the kitchen with a couple brown paper bags. She smiled and said, "Hi. How was your day?" "Fine." I answered. "Boring as usual. I'm getting worried about spending so much time at home. I'm actually starting to get involved in the daytime soaps and I cleaned up the most of the house today. I'm afraid I might be getting domesticated." I said with a wry smile on my face. "Umm. Sounds serious." She said as she passed by me on her way to the bedroom. "I'll begin to really worry when you have dinner ready for me when I get home." "I'll have it on the table in about ten minutes." I answered. I heard her stop walking and then change direction and head for the kitchen. In a few moments she came back in and said, "You were serious. You do have dinner cooking and the table is all set. You really may be getting more domesticated but you still don't answer the phone very well. I tried to call you several times today and got no answer." "You must have called while I was outside pulling the weeds out of the flower beds. I didn't hear the phone. Sorry. Was it important?" "No, not really. I just had a talk with the doctor today but we can discuss that later. Weeding the flower beds too? Jeeesh, you have been busy. Anyway, I stopped off on the way home and picked up this answering machine so we won't miss any more calls. You can hook it up tomorrow. If you have the time that is what with all your domestic chores." "Thanks. I'll get to it later. Better get dinner done right now." And with that I got up and went to the kitchen while she got cleaned up and changed. Dinner went off really well. Lisa liked everything I prepared. I think she was surprised that I could actually cook. She complimented me numerous times on the house cleaning I did and then we walked through the yard and she loved what I had done with the gardens. I told her the plans that I had and she seemed pleased with them too. After I got the kitchen all cleaned up and we had settled down in the den to watch some TV I asked her what the doctor had said about my tests. She asked me how I was feeling and I told her, "I feel a lot better and I seem to have most of my energy back but I still don't have the strength that I used to. I think the thing that bothers me most now is that I can't seem to put any weight back on. I just can't eat all that much. When I force myself to eat more I feel bloated and then I get sick. But I've told you all that before. What did the doctor have to say?" Lisa looked at me and said, "So, other than your weight and your strength, which is probably about right for your current weight, you feel good, right?" I was beginning to think she was avoiding my question and said, "I told you I feel fine now. I don't feel tired at all during the day and I get up at a decent hour without any problems. Now, what did the doctor have to say?" "So, you can't think of any other problems or anything else that's bothering you?" Lisa said as she answered my question with another question. Frustrated, I replied, "No. No other problems. Unless you count not having a damn thing to wear that fits me. My shirts hang on me like a tent and my pants are too big in the waist and are getting too tight in the ass." I said as I stood and showed her how my clothes fit me. "How the Hell they can be getting too tight what with all the weight I've lost is beyond me but they are. See? I have a fat ass. Now, for the last time, what did the doctor say?" Lisa looked at me for a short time and as I sat back down she slowly answered, "Well, There were a couple of things. The first is that I have some real good news for both of us but mostly for me. His primary lab assistant, Gail, quit or something. I'm not sure why but she is gone and Dr, Schmidt offered me her position. I accepted it of course. It's a huge jump in pay and position at the lab. I'll be making more than you and I made together before you got laid off so we don't have to worry about money anymore. Isn't that great? And you don't have a fat ass. I think you have a nice ass." I didn't think I had a 'nice ass' but I let that slide. I was extremely happy for her even if she still hadn't answered my question yet. "That's fantastic!" I said "I'm really happy for you. I know you'll do great in that job and the money certainly won't hurt either. But what did he say about me?" I asked again. "Well ah... Well that's something we do need to talk about. He said you were perfectly healthy. Yes, he said you were healthy. There's no reason to worry about that. You don't have any fatal disease or anything. And ahhh... well as you said, you are feeling a lot better. Right?" She seemed to be avoiding a direct and to the point answer and it had me worried. Not for what she said but for what she didn't seem to be saying. "So what is wrong with me? Why can't I gain back any weight? Just exactly is wrong? How long will this last?" Lisa looked at me for awhile and I could see the wheels turning as she squirmed uncomfortably in her chair and searched for an answer. "Well, you see... Well, it's a problem with your ahhh... The only thing that seems to be wrong is your ah... Your ah, metabolism. Yeah, that's it, your metabolism is a bit screwed up so you don't need as much food and because you don't eat like you used to you don't gain back your weight. That's what the problem is." This was not an answer. This was obviously an attempt at avoiding the answer. I had never seen Lisa not get right to the point. She was usually painfully honest and had a clear, straight forward scientific approach to everything but not in this instance. I decided that one of us needed to get to the point so I said, "Okay. Enough. There has to be more to it. Even a recent high school graduate could figure out that much. I figured that out ages ago and I didn't have the results of a month's worth of tests to look at first. How about 'the rest of the story' as Paul Harvey says? There has to be more to it than that so what is it that you're not saying?" Lisa got up out of her chair and started to pace around the den. Finally she turned to me and said, "Okay, what I said was the truth. Your metabolism has changed but it's not screwed up. It's changed. Probably permanently. 'The rest of the story' is that it's doubtful that you will gain back much weight or muscle if any. What I said about you being healthy is true. You don't have any kind of disease or condition. So there you have it. The doctor wants you to continue to take the medication and vitamins that you have and he added a few more but there's nothing for you to worry about. That's about all I can tell you right now. If there's more from other tests I'll let you know. I'm sorry Honey, but I just didn't know how to tell you this." I still felt that there was something missing. Something she wasn't telling me. She was very uncomfortable but one thing I didn't doubt was that what Lisa did tell me was true. I decided to let it go for the time being and bring it up again some other time. We put one of her favorite movies in the DVD player. I never cared for it because it was one of her 'chick flicks' but this time it was like I was seeing it for the first time. I got all teary eyed when the hero left for the war and was really choked up when he was wounded and refused to come home cause he didn't want her to see him. Lisa and I held each other and I damn neared cried in the end when the heroine finally found him and they got together again in the end. There was definitely more wrong with me than my damn metabolism! However, when we went to bed that night I found that regardless of my weight loss, my lack of strength, my metabolism or whatever else was happening, my sex life was showing a vast improvement. Lisa and I made love until I was totally exhausted and for the first time in my life I found out what multiple orgasms were all about. We started out just kissing and then she started kissing my neck and then my shoulders. When she moved down to my chest and kissed my left nipple I let out a low moan as a feeling I had never felt before coursed through my body. She slowly suckled at my breast and I got harder than I ever did before. My dick was screaming for attention when she reached down and slowly and gently stroked it. That was all it took. A few minutes of that and I exploded but she didn't stop there. My dick momentarily relaxed but with her attention to my chest it came to attention again. Lisa moved down across my stomach slowly kissing as she went. She made a pit stop at my navel and played there with her tongue for a minute before she continued down to my crotch. She gently licked the remainder of my cum from my cock and sent more shivers through my body. She played her tongue gently over my rigid member as her hand massaged my right breast then my left and then tweaked my nipples. I was breathing hard when she climbed on top of me and started to rub her wet pussy against my cock. Slowly up and down my length she rubbed without ever letting me inside of her. She kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth and played with my tongue. I let out a loud moan and then a scream as I had another orgasm that ran ramped through me. Unlike those I had experienced before in my life this one did not center itself in my groin only but rather encompassed my entire body. Lisa let me lay there for a few moments to bask in the afterglow before she started in on me again. Slowly and methodically she moved down my body again arousing my wilted manhood one more time. As she moved she slowly turned until I found my self in a familiar position. She took me into her mouth as I ran my tongue over her wet pussy. She stimulated me until my flaccid member finally responded and I once again found myself in the throes of an approaching orgasm. In this position we slowly and gently worked each other until we came to a simultaneous climax of earth shattering proportions. Afterwards we lay wrapped in each other's arms, neither one of us thinking, moving or speaking but rather just allowing the emotion of the moment to gently move us towards sleep. Chapter Five I woke up Saturday feeling better than I had in a long time. I headed for the shower to remove the remnants of the previous night's activities and to help work some of the kinks out of my battered body. As I showered I came to realize just how hard Lisa had attacked me during our activities of the previous night. My poor manhood was shriveled to almost nothing and no amount of hot water or stimulation could bring it out of hibernation. My nipples were still sore and swollen from her attentions and there was a puffiness under them that felt tender to the touch. I smiled to myself as I checked the damage and remembered the prior night's activities. I wondered if that would ever be repeated in my lifetime and if the doctor's vitamins were behind my increased libido and stamina. That was definitely the best night of my life and I fervently hoped that we would be able to have a repeat performance. When I left the bathroom Lisa had just gotten out of bed. She sexily walked over to me and gave me a passionate kiss on the mouth and said, "That was the most wonderful night of my life. I sure hope we can do it again sometime...soon." Then she picked up her robe and threw it at me and said, "Here, put this on. It'll fit you better than yours. Wrap a towel around your hair too and while I'm in the shower why don't you get us a real nice breakfast. I'll be out in about ten minutes or so." She smiled at me over her shoulder as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Without giving it a second thought I put on her robe, pulled it around me and tied the sash. As I reached up to get my long hair from under the collar I noticed how soft and silky her robe felt as it moved against my chest. I pulled my hair out and ran my hands gently ran over my upper body and felt my nipples respond with a tingling sensation that I had never felt before. It sent shivers all through me. I just stood there running my hands down my sides, over my hips and across my abdomen. 'I have to get a robe like this for myself.' I thought. Then I shook my head and brought myself out of it and grabbed a towel and headed for the kitchen. Lisa came in about twenty minutes later all dressed and looking great. She was wearing a really nice white blouse that appeared thin and looked like it was silk. I thought to myself, 'I'll bet that feels as good or better than this bathrobe.' She had on a black slacks and a pair of black flats. Her dark brown hair was falling in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back and her makeup was light and enhanced her natural beauty. 'Damn she looks great!' I thought before I said, "You're looking awfully good this morning. Have some plans for today?" "We sure do. After we eat were going out to the mall. We have a few things to do and then a little shopping." Lisa said smiling at me. "I can't go out anyplace much less the mall!" I said. "I don't have a thing that fits me. I mean look at me. You had to loan me your bathrobe because I get lost in mine." "Well I think I have that problem solved but let's eat our breakfast, do your hair and see if my idea works." Lisa responded with a slight smile on her face. I'd seen that smile before and I knew that whatever she had planned I wasn't going to like it. "And just what is your 'idea'?" I asked knowing that it was doubtful she would tell me. "Breakfast, hair, idea, mall in that order. You'll find out. Don't worry about it. Come on, let's eat. It smells good." She said as she sat down at the table and gave me that 'I waiting' look. I didn't push it. When Lisa cuts her sentences short like that it's useless to try to go further. It doesn't mean she's angry, just determined. I served breakfast and we cleaned up the kitchen. I didn't know why but for the last week or so I just couldn't stand to leave a mess anyplace, especially the kitchen. When we were done with breakfast Lisa blow dried my hair and I asked her why we were going to the mall. "You made me some promises for when you felt better. One was that you would get your hair done. Well, you feel better so I called and made an appointment for you at ten today with my hairdresser, Tammy. And don't you even think about trying to get out of it this time!" I groaned audibly but by the look in her eyes I knew better than to argue. We had this discussion many times and she's never wavered. While she was brushing and drying she told me that she was going to leave it down rather than put it in my usual low ponytail. She said it would be better not to mess with it if I was going to the salon. I just nodded and enjoyed her brushing and drying like I usually did. Okay, so there are some good points to having long hair. Actually I have to admit that I had gotten used to it after more than a year and probably wouldn't have cut it short even if she said I could. It kept my ears warm in the winter and I kinda liked the way it felt. The one thing I really liked was the feeling of Lisa brushing it, combing it, or just running her fingers through it. I would sit on the floor in front of her while she was on the couch and just let her mess with my hair for as long as she wanted. She put it in all kinds of styles in the privacy of our home. She put it in high ponytails, buns, French braids and curled it. She put in bows and hair clips and all manner of other accouterments. I didn't care what it looked like as long as she was combing, brushing or in some way messing with it but there is no way I would ever have been seen in public like that. But I'm getting off the track here. Where was I? Oh, yes, I definitely didn't want to go to some women's hair salon and "have it done" as she put it but there didn't seem to be anyway I was getting out of it. I was finally cornered. When she was finished we went into the bedroom. Lisa took me over to the bed where she had some of her clothes laid out and started to explain, "Don't say a word, just listen. Look, I know these are my clothes but I'm pretty sure they will fit you and I've picked them out very carefully. See this plaid cotton blouse? The only difference between it and a man's shirt is that it buttons on the opposite side. And these tan slacks look exactly the same as your Dockers except they are cut just a little differently and the shoes are just regular loafers. So? How about giving it a try?" "I don't know about this. They're still all your clothes. It just doesn't seem right." "Okay. I know guys have this big taboo about wearing women's clothes and I won't say you're being silly even if I think you are. But you have to admit that these do look just like your clothes, right? You won't look any worse in these than in your own clothes if they fit you properly, right? So what could possibly be the problem other than some self -imposed psychological male taboo?" I looked at her and knew this conversation could only have one of two possible outcomes. Either I gave in and tried on her clothes or I lived with an iceberg for awhile and the wild, passionate sex of last night would be nothing but a dim memory by the time I was permitted under the covers with her again. And she did say that I just had to try them, right? So I told her I would give it a try and she smiled. She said, "I was really hoping you would. Just you wait and see. It'll be just fine. Now we have just a couple more hurdles to get over and we're home free. Take off the robe and let's get started." I took off her robe and she came over and gave me a kiss and rubbed my chest. I winced as she kneaded my breast and played with my nipple. She backed off and looked down at my chest and said, "Oh my, are we a little tender after last night?" I smiled and nodded. "Well I think I can take care of that. Now put these on." She said as she handed me a pair of her panties. "No way." I said. "I'm not wearing your underwear. I'll just put on some of mine." "Yours don't fit and you know it. And if you did wear them they would bunch up and show through the slacks. That would definitely draw some attention and I believe that's just what you want to avoid. Right? Now will you please put them on?" I took them and put in one leg and then the other and pulled them up my legs. They sure weren't the nice silky panties I was used to her wearing. These were tight and stretchy and it took a bit to get them all the way up. They were a little tight and my dick and balls felt crushed. Lisa walked over and slipped her hand inside the front and pushed my dick down and back and then moved my balls up inside of me. When she pulled her hand out everything stayed as she put it and it did feel more comfortable. "There. That's better. Now put this on. It's a camisole and should keep the discomfort from rubbing the tender areas of your chest to a minimum." It was sort of like a tank top but way softer. I put it on and then she handed me a pair of knee highs. I was about to object again when she explained, "With your weight loss your feet are a little bit smaller and your shoes don't fit right anymore so you'll have to wear my shoes but they would be too tight if you wore regular socks." I was still against the idea but she added, "Besides, no one will ever see them because they'll be under the slacks." So I sat down on the bed to put them on and she instructed me how to roll them into a donut and then roll them up my leg. After that it was the shirt, or as she insisted, the blouse, the slacks and then her shoes. I found that the heels on her loafers were about an inch thick but decided to just keep my mouth shut. Lisa threaded one of her belts through the loops on the slacks and buckled it. Then she fussed a bit adjusting this and that and playing with my hair and then she stepped back to look. Placing her hand to her chin she said, "Humm. I like it. You look good to me." She was right about the clothes individually. Each piece didn't look all that much unlike what I normally wore but when I was dressed and looked into the full-length mirror it was quite a different story. Taken together there was only one conclusion that I could draw. I was wearing women's clothes and that's what I told Lisa. She looked at me critically and said, "It's not the clothes, they fit you perfectly, its you. Remember yesterday when I told you what your measurements were and said you had a hell of a figure? Well you do and I don't think it would make much difference if you dressed in an old feed sack. You would still look like you do so there's not much we can do about that except to go to the mall like I planned and while we're there we'll see if we can find some other clothes that work better on you. I doubt we will but we can try." As I continued to look in the mirror I realized that she was right about my shape. I really needed to try to gain at least some of my weight back and get back into shape. A male shape. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my agreement and we prepared to leave. Chapter Six In the car on the way to the mall I asked her what the other plans were that she had at the mall but she just said we would get to that when the time came. When we got to the salon I thought it might not be so bad after all. There was one other guy in there getting a haircut so I didn't feel totally out of place and when I was called and went to sit in the chair. The woman who introduced herself as Tammy was really nice and made me comfortable right away. Evidentially Lisa had explained just what was to be done because Tammy never asked me what I wanted her to do. She just set to work on my hair. She started by combing it out a bit and then she began to divide it up into sections. Lisa stood there just watching and smiling. Tammy went off for a few minutes and when she returned she started to do something else but I couldn't see what is was because she had my back to the mirrors. All I could feel was her combing out sections of my hair and I could smell a strange acrid odor. I really began to get curious when I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of what looked like aluminum foil in my hair. I asked Tammy what she was doing but Lisa just said, "Don't ask questions, it's a surprise. Just wait till you see it when she's done." Tammy continued until she had done whatever it was to my entire head and then she left saying that she would be back in a little bit. Lisa and I talked for awhile but when I tried to turn the chair so I could see in the mirror she put her foot out and stopped me. She said, "I told you to wait. Now be patient. Okay?" Not much later Tammy returned, looked at my hair for a bit then threw a towel over my hair and walked me over to a hair washing sink. Being able to see in a few of the mirrors didn't do me any good with the towel over my hair. She sat me down and removed all of the aluminum foil and washed my hair out. Then it was the towel over my head again and back to her chair with my back to the mirror again. She began by combing it out and then dividing it up into sections again and clipping them up to my head. Then she started to trim the ends and comb it out again. She combed my hair down over my eyes and then in a couple of quick snips she cut the hair from in front of my eyes. I was pretty sure at the time that I had just acquired bangs. Lisa never left my side during the entire time and when Tammy asked her if she still wanted a set she nodded and said, "Yes." My hair was then put up in rollers and I was escorted to the hairdryers. While I was sitting there a young lady came over and Lisa told me that I was going to get a manicure. She had often told me that I needed to take better care of my nails but it just wasn't all that important to me other than trimming them once in awhile. By this time I was just going with the flow so I sat there and watched as she cleaned up my cuticles and filed my nails until they were all the same length and shape. I thought she left them just a little long. They were just a tiny bit past the end of my fingers but they looked good and with the cuticles pushed back and cleaned up it made my nails looked a lot longer than they really were. The only part I didn't care for was the several coats of clear polish that she put on them when she was done trimming. About the time she finished up Tammy returned and took me back to her chair again. I still couldn't see anything in the mirrors except that I did have bangs because my hair was all up in curlers. This was beginning to embarrass me seeing my hair up in curlers out in public. I sat down and Tammy said, "Before I remove the curlers I want to clean up a few of those wild hairs in your eyebrows." I knew that I did have a few long hairs that stuck out once in awhile so I just let her have at it. She didn't seem to take too long and then she removed the curlers and brushed out my hair. She trimmed a few more places, ran the brush through it again and then gave it a quick once over with hairspray. Lisa walked around me and nodded her approval. As she began to turn the chair around to face the mirror Tammy told me I had great hair and that it was in good condition but that I needed to get it trimmed more often and to come back again soon. Lisa said, "Don't worry Tammy. You have a new customer from now on. I'll see to it." When I was turned towards the mirror what I saw reflected there wasn't me. My medium brown hair had golden highlights all through it and fell down the sides of my face, over my shoulders and down my back in soft waves. I then there was the bangs. They only slightly covered my now much thinner eyebrows. I was in such complete shock that I was rendered speechless. Lisa took my hand and as she was gently pulling me from the chair and out of the salon she said, "You look absolutely fabulous. I love what you did, Tammy. Thank you. Okay, now we need to get going. I've already paid." Once we were out in the mall again I pulled Lisa away to a more secluded side hallway and said, "What the hell's going on? I don't look fabulous. I look ridiculous! I look even more like a girl! I want out of here now! I want to go home and cut this mess off my head." Lisa took my hand and guided me over to a bench along the wall and calmly said, "Here. Sit down for a minute. Please?" I sat down and she sat beside me. "First of all you don't look ridiculous. Second, I had no idea that Tammy was going to do all of that to your hair and I'm sorry you don't like it but the fullness and waves will wash out after a few days depending how often you wash it and then it will be back to straight." "But I have bangs. I have blonde all through my hair and look at my eyebrows. What am I going to do about all that?" I asked as I calmed down just a little. Lisa held my hand and said, "I think you should give the highlights a chance. Say a couple of weeks. If you still don't like them we can use some hair color to get rid of them but I must say it looks really good on you. As for the bangs we can comb them back and use hair spray until they grow out. And as for your eyebrows, they're just not as full as usual but they are nowhere near as thin and arched as mine. They're just trimmed up a little bit." She sat there holding my hand and looked at me with that gentle smile of hers and for some reason I began to feel that I had been acting foolish. The way she reasoned everything out it made me feel as if I had made a big scene over nothing. I looked up at her and said, "I'm sorry I got so upset. I seem to get real emotional over little things lately and I don't know why. Like the house. Suddenly I can't stand a mess anywhere and it was the same with the weeds in the gardens. It's like there's something I want to do but I don't know what it is. Like right now I feel like I'm on the verge of crying. This is ridiculous. I must be going nuts!" Lisa put her arm around me and gave me a little hug and said, "Believe me when I say I know exactly how you feel. I get that way every once in awhile myself." I felt my eyes getting moist and sniffled a bit then looked at her and said, "You know what's really weird? When I first looked in the mirror and saw what Tammy had done, I like it. Way down deep I really, really liked it but I felt that I shouldn't like it and I didn't know how to react. I suddenly had this conflict going on inside me like I was two different people. I think I'm losing it." "You're not losing anything." Lisa said it a soft but firm tone. "Like I said, I know how you feel and if you'll trust me I think I know what will make you feel better. The thing is that you will have to just trust me and go with the flow, so to speak. No questions. No objections. And you will have to go with your first emotions and not what you think you should be feeling. Do you think you can do that? Or more to the point, do you want to try doing that?" I looked up at her and said, "If you can make me feel better I'll give anything a try. You might have to remind me every now and then." "I can do that. Here, wipe your eyes a little and let's get to making you feel better." She said as she handed me Tissue. Chapter Seven After I had composed myself as much as possible Lisa took my hand and I got up off the bench. I wasn't sure I wanted to do whatever it was that she had in mind but I did trust her and she sounded like she knew what to do. I glanced at myself in one of the store windows and saw what I had seen in the mirror in the salon. I had no idea why at the time but if I was going to go with my 'first emotions' then I did like what Tammy had done. I let it go at that and followed Lisa. We walked around in several stores and she showed me different things and asked how I liked them. We looked at things like silk flower arrangements, silverware and china and we went through a kitchen store where I wanted to buy some things but Lisa said we could come back later if I wanted to. I was feeling a lot more relaxed most of the time. I did get a strange feeling when someone looked at me though, especially men. I'd never had a man stare at me before but Lisa told me to just act normal and ignore it so I did my best. After about a half hour of browsing we decided that it was time for lunch as we approached the food court so we sat down and had a light lunch and some light conversation. I told Lisa I was much more comfortable except for the occasional stare as I had mentioned and that I was greatly relieved that no one had pointed out that I was a man wearing women's clothes. She said that was because I didn't look like a man wearing women's clothing. I wasn't sure how to take that but remained silent. After lunch we continued to browse the different shops. Lisa took me into a lingerie shop where she bought some new panties, several pair of pantyhose and a few other things. She asked my opinion of each item that she looked at and wanted to know what I thought. When we left there we window shopped a few more stores before turning into another one. It was called "The Pierced Ear" and had wall-to-wall racks filled with earrings. Lisa looked at different ones and asked my opinion of a number of them. I told her which ones I liked and made my suggestions as to which she should consider buying. She settled on about a half dozen pairs and went to pay for them while I continued to browse. When she finished paying she came back over to me and I thought we were going to leave but she told me to follow her and we went to the back of the store. I said, "What are we doing? I thought you were done in here." She answered, "I am done but you're not. Remember, just go with the flow. You're going to get your ears pierced like mine like we talked about some time ago." It came back to me that we had talked about it and that I had finally agreed in a weak moment. "Okay. I guess I did say I would but couldn't I just get my left ear done? I really don't want both of them pierced." "We've already talked about that. I told you I think it looks silly to just have one done and you said you would get them both done. Besides, I know you'll just love it once you get used to it." She smiled and I gave in. I was going with my first emotion and it told me to do it. The girl at the counter came back and told me to sit in the chair. I sat down and she clipped my hair back, cleaned my ears and then said she was going to mark them. After they were marked Lisa looked at them and nodded her approval. The girl then told me that I would feel several small pin pricks and to hold real still. She was done in a couple of minutes and handed me a mirror and left to put her stuff away. When I pulled back my hair and looked at my ears I was ready to yell at Lisa but I held it back and just looked and checked out both sides before calmly speaking. "I've got three studs in each ear. Why did she do that?" Lisa just said, "I told you I wanted you to have your ears pierced like mine and you agreed. I think they look fantastic!" As calmly and quietly as possible but still trying to convey my distress I said, "But I thought you just meant pierced like yours. Not pierced LIKE yours were pierced! Not three times! I didn't even want both ears done and now this? I look ridiculous! Only girls have their ears triple pierced!" "I see it's time to remind you. Look in the mirror again and stay calm. What do you see and how do you feel? You're being ridiculous but not looking ridiculous. Do you think I would ever do anything to make you look ridiculous? Well?" She said looking at me. I pulled back my hair a bit and looked again and there was someone else reflected in the glass. It wasn't me but it was. I looked away and then looked back again. My initial reaction was that I liked what I saw. I smiled and looked up at Lisa. She smiled back, held out her hand and took mine and said, "That's better isn't it? Ready to do some more shopping?" "I guess so." I replied as I stood up and we left the shop. We spent the next couple of hours in and out of different stores and I completely forgot about everything and I just had a good time shopping with Lisa. We bought some more slacks and some 'blouses' for me. It hadn't taken too long for me to discover that in my current condition I was going to have to temporarily shop in the women's departments. I tried the men's sections and even the boy's departments but it was no good. If the pants fit over my ass and hips the waist was too big. If I found the right size waist I couldn't get them on at all. I had about a half dozen different 'outfits' as Lisa called them and she was pleased that I would be able to 'mix and match the tops.' Lisa took me to the sleepwear departments too. She said I needed a new bathrobe and picked out one of those really soft fluffy ones like she had and I liked it. By that time I was completely resigned to the fact that, for the time being at least, I was going to be shopping in the women's areas and wearing women's clothing. I never suspected that the 'flow' would take me in this direction but I was going with it and I was having fun. Lisa also picked up some pajamas for me. One pair in a pale blue and the other in white. They were silk and definitely feminine what with all the lace and stuff but as she said, "I better be the only person to see you in these." Somewhere along the line we manage to pick up some new shoes too and a pair of slippers. Now I knew I could find some men's shoes that would fit me and that was where I was headed when Lisa pulled me into the women's section again. "Why here?" I asked. "I know I can find some men's shoes that fit me." "Sure you can." She answered. "But they would look terrible with the outfits we bought for you. If you're going to have to wear women's clothes for awhile then you need shoes that go with what you're wearing. Right?" She was reminding me again so I just followed her and we bought a pair of white athletic shoes trimmed in light blue and three pairs of what she called 'flats'. One pair black, one pair brown and a pair of off white. They may have been flats to her but they all had these weird small heals about an inch tall and were a pain to walk in but I was going with the flow. I thought we were about shopped out but Lisa said she had one more stop to make before we left. Our last stop was an upscale department store that took up two stories in the mall. The first floor was all the women's department and we walked straight to the makeup department. Lisa said she needed to pick up a few things she was running low on. I was just standing around while she shopped when this woman came up to me and said, "Were doing a promotion on a new line of cosmetics and are offering free makeovers to demonstrate them. Could I interest you in a makeover? I'll only take a short time and we're offering a considerable discount on anything you purchase from the new line." I was in the process of shaking my head 'No.' when Lisa was suddenly standing beside me and said, "That would be fantastic! You have to do it. I've heard of this brand. It's supposed to be very good." I just looked at her with a pleading look but she just said, "Remember the flow." And I gave in. The woman had me sit in a chair and told me that they would be video taping it so I could see later just what she did and would know what each item of the product line was. She talked constantly through the entire process explaining just what she was doing and what she was using and what it effect it would have. She complimented me on my bone structure and my skin texture and coloring and said she loved what I had done with my hair. As she went on I began to enjoy the attention and the process. So it was that about half an hour later I was staring in the mirror at the face of a very pretty young woman. She had gorgeous eyes with long thick lashes and just a hint of eye shadow. Her cheekbones were highlighted with blush and her lips were full and a shiny dark rose color. I couldn't believe I was looking at my own face. My complexion was so smooth and there wasn't a blemish to be seen. I stared at the reflection and then down at my hands. My nails were the same color as my lips now. When I looked up I saw the smiling face of Lisa looking at me like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Feels good doesn't it?" she said. "Yes, it does. I don't understand but it somehow feels... right. It doesn't make any sense." "Don't try to figure it out now. We can talk about it later. Right now we need to buy one of everything she used on you and then head for home." Chapter Eight When we got home we removed tags and hung my new clothes in the closet. Lisa sorted through all of my old clothes in the closet and decided what would still be okay to wear. There wasn't much. The rest was stuffed into large drawstring garbage bags and 'stored in the garage for now' as Lisa put it. While I was carrying the bags to the garage Lisa had added a few more things to my closet. When I looked in there were three skirts and one dress and some blouses that definitely did not even somewhat resemble men's shirts. On the floor were several pairs of pumps with about two and a half inch heels in different colors. Lisa was across the room doing something in my dresser and I asked her, "Why did you hang some of your clothes in my side of the closet and what are you doing in my dresser?" "They're not my clothes, they're yours. I bought you a few more things that I just couldn't resist while you were getting your makeover. And I'm putting your new lingerie away for you and getting rid of your old boxers and most of your T-shirts that won't fit you anymore." I walked over and looked into the drawer and saw all of the panties and other things that she bought at the lingerie store. "And I put your new pajamas and a nightgown that I bought for you in this drawer." She said as she pulled out the drawer above the one she was working in. I looked in and saw the pajamas and a light blue satin nightgown neatly folded in the drawer. "You're trying to turn me into a girl! Skirts, dresses, pretty blouses, high heeled shoes and lingerie. This isn't going with the flow. This is total capitulation. I just wanted to get a few things that fit me not change my entire lifestyle. I'm not having a sex change!" Lisa took my hand and sat me down on the bed and looked down at me for a few moments. There was a look on her face like she was trying to figure out how or what to say and then she dropped the bomb. "Bennie, I can't think of any way to say this that will make it easy on you. I've tried all day to gently guide you towards a realization of what is happening to you. I was hoping that there was some way to make you see where you were headed and I think I was at least partially successful but now I think the time has come to just lay it out for you in plain English." She stopped and took a deep breath and just looked at me again. She was scaring the hell out of me. She took another deep breath and said, "The truth of the matter is that, Yes, you are turning into a girl and... Yes, you are having a sex change. Of course it's not that simple and there are a lot of complex things that I need to try to explain to you but that is the bottom line." I just sat there and stared at her. My mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish as I tried to say something but my mind couldn't formulate a response. Lisa put a finger over my lips and said, "Wait before you say anything. I'll try to explain." She sat down beside me and held my hand. "I guess the beginning is the best place to start. Remember your trip to the lab to see Dr. Schmidt?" I nodded that I did. "And do you remember the injection that Gail, his head assistant gave you?" I nodded again. "Well, that wasn't the doctor's 'alphabet soup' that you got. You wandered off for awhile and met Mary, another lab assistant, and asked her for the doctor's 'special concoction'. She gave you a hypodermic needle and you went back to the first room where you met Gail. You gave her the needle and she gave you the injection with that needle." At this point I was beginning to get really scared and I guess it showed. Lisa held my hand tighter and said, "Don't worry. It's not fatal or crippling or anything such as that. The doctor has been experimenting with trying to correct birth defects by altering the body's DNA and then forcing the existing malformed system to completely regenerate itself to correct any defects. He hoped that he would be able to cure hereditary diseases and conditions and cause the proper growth of malformed or missing limbs. If he got it to work it would end a lot of pain and suffering in the world and would probably make billions for the lab. Do you follow me so far?" Again, I just nodded. "Good. Well, trying to find lab animals, all with identical birth defects that would provide consistent base for the doctor experiment with was impossible. So, Dr. Schmidt theorized that if he couldn't get lab animals with identical defects then he would experiment on healthy animals and try to change some normal aspect. He chose gender as the easiest to detect and track. Well, prior to earlier this year Dr. Schmidt and the staff had innumerable failures. It wasn't until eight months ago that we had a limited degree of success but nothing near what we were after. However, Dr. Schmidt continued to change his formulae and was having a greater degree of success with each change. We were able to alter the DNA and change the XY of the males into the XX of a female but the complete physical changes, which were the ultimate goal continued to elude us. The only changes were in the secondary characteristics which we could have accomplished with hormone injections." Lisa shifted her position on the bed and took both of my hands in hers. She looked directly at me and continued, "Then six months ago we finally succeeded. All of the injected male lab animals were changed to full and complete females just as if they were born that way. We duplicated the experiment several times with the same results. Dr. Schmidt decided that it was time to try the formula on a larger animal and decided to use three of our chimps. The formula was carefully prepared by Mary and put in a hypodermic for transport to the doctor where he would divide it into the three separate injections for the three chimps. And that's where you came in. You went to Mary and asked her for the doctor's concoction, which is exactly what he always called his current formula. She assumed that you were one of the recent hires and never questioned your asking for the formula. You took it back to the room you were supposed to be in and when Gail saw you with the hypo she figured that it was from the doctor and gave you the injection that was meant for three large ma