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Foreword: A while ago I read the story 'Peter's Girl' on FM. The author totok, a Brit, invited the reader to 'translate' the story into American. I liked the story and the general themes Totok developed and I thought I would take a shot at it. So what follows is my Americanized translation with expanded themes and a new storyline and characters. Hope you like it. Thanks for the ideas Totok. I'd love to hear what you think. This story may not be re-posted without the permission of the author. THE NEW-WOMAN ? by: Lana B. PROLOGUE It was the year 2102 and things were quite different for men now than they were one-hundred years ago. For one thing males were in the clear minority. The reasons for this were varied. Many men had died in several wars, usually needlessly fought, over the last century. There were also a number of plagues and diseases which, mysteriously, afflicted and killed only males, further reducing their numbers. And also for reasons unknown, women were giving birth to more females than males. The 2100 census had shown that sixty-eight percent of all children born in the previous decade had been girls. The net result of all this was that seventy-nine percent of the population of the United States was now female. And during the last twenty or so years, women had been using their new strength in numbers to great political advantage. Historically, a greater percentage of women than men had always turned out at the polls on Election Day and now with their clear numerical superiority it was relatively rare to find a male candidate to vote for, if one were so inclined. Women were more and more frequently voting only for female candidates and, as a result, the emerging victors of State primary elections were almost always women. Consequently, the choice to be made in the general election usually boiled down to the question of which of the two women from the two major political parties a voter desired to support. Thus, women now held the political power that fueled America's social engine. All of the country's State legislatures were dominated by women and forty-seven women sat in gubernatorial mansions. Women held ninety-three percent of the seats in the House of Representatives and there were only two men left in the U.S. Senate. A man had not occupied the White House in the last eighteen years. Although it was not quite impossible for a male to gain position to elected office, it had become a very daunting task. It seemed that the only way a man could get elected to office was if he sincerely and passionately advocated the various causes embraced by women. And even then he had a chance of winning only if his female opponent were an outright dud or involved in some sort of political scandal. And even when that was the case a number of such females still ended up beating their male opponents when the votes had been finally tallied. This gender-based phenomenon was not endemic to the United States. It prevailed in all countries and women were consolidating their strength and seizing political power and control in all of the nations of the world. Indeed, most if not all of the ambassadors at the United Nations were women. And as a result of this worldwide phenomenon, the state of international relations, on the political, economic and military fronts, took on a new face that history had not previously seen. The various nations of the world found themselves at peace. Their economies were thriving. Civil and harmonious international relations were the rule, not the exception. And this, in turn, led to many cruel and insulting remarks from a number a new female political leaders concerning how men, when they were in control, nearly led the world to the brink of ruin on so many occasions. And how women were so much more intelligent, emotionally stable and better suited to lead the world. And even how the world would be so much better off if men were strictly controlled. It was, indeed, a new world order. However, in the United States this new order did not come without some degree of backlash from the new male minority. Many males spoke out about some of the inequities they perceived in this new order. They felt, for the most part, without political representation, as many female elected officials seemed only concerned about matters and issues that affected women. And a good number of these female officials embraced the position that some restrictions should be placed on males to control their naturally aggressive and violent tendencies. They argued that men, even though constituting less than one-quarter of the population, might attempt to forcibly seize back the political power that they had lost to women for it was, after all, in their nature to do so. And four years ago, while the issue of restrictions was being vigorously debated in the Congress, a plan hatched by about thirty-five male military stalwarts in the Pentagon to forcibly seize control of the country was exposed and thwarted. While this scheme was soundly denounced by the general population as illegal and unconstitutional, it lent fuel to the argument that some restrictions on males were needed. And by a margin of two to one, Congress passed The Suppression Act of 2098. This bill became law when it was signed by President Julia Chambers and, though legally challenged in the courts by the Male Anti-Defamation League, was upheld by the Supreme Court a year later by a vote of seven to two. Not surprisingly, the two dissenters had been the only males left on the high court, both of whom were in their mid-nineties. These two Supreme Court 'male seats' would undoubtedly be gone when the male justices retired or died, which would allow the President to nominate new female justices. The Suppression Act of 2098 sought to "restrict and control the inherently aggressive and violent tendencies and behaviors as exhibited by males throughout history for the purpose of protecting the general welfare of society," as stated in the Act's preface. Ironically, many of the restrictions of the legislation, as contained in the Act itself and in several amendments made in the last few years, were patterned after some of the same limitations that had been imposed on women in the eighteenth, nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, although it can be argued that some of the new restrictions went even further than their earlier counterparts. Men were stripped of the right to vote and to drive an automobile, and they were banned from leaving their home after nightfall unless accompanied by a woman. The drinking of alcoholic beverages by men was outlawed, and serving such beverages to a male was made a felony punishable by a year's imprisonment. It was now illegal for a man to own real property or to possess a credit card. All men were now issued national identity cards and the NFPF (National Female Police Force) or the local FEMPOL had the right to ask any male to produce the card without probable cause. Possession of a handgun or any other sort of deadly weapon by a man was illegal and punishable by a stiff criminal sentence. Men were no longer permitted to attend college. And in one of the more controversial provisions of the Suppression Act, men were banned from holding jobs. The only exception was for jobs essential to the national security which could not be filled by women due to a lack of qualified applicants. It was rationalized by the authors of the legislation that if men were made financially dependent on women, their naturally violent tendencies would be substantially curbed, if not eradicated. The new male minority would now be financially provided for by their wives. The small number of adult men who were single would receive a modest monthly governmental stipend while being simultaneously urged to find a spouse to provide for them. And these new times also brought the advent of new medical marvels as well as social and political upheavals. One such marvel was a drug called Rejuve, which professed to stop the aging process, although there was some dispute as to how long the 'stoppage' might last in the absence of experience with the agent. Rejuve was introduced in the year 2100 and was provided free of cost by the government to all its citizens, female and male, once they attained the age of twenty-one. As could be expected a great number of qualified people applied for Rejuve for after all, who would not want to stay as young as she could for as long as she could? The limited experience with Rejuve over the last two years seemed to confirm the manufacturer's claims that it really was the Fountain of Youth. It actually did appear to stop the aging process, although it was a little difficult to tell in some of the younger recipients. But other more noticeable changes or side-effects from taking Rejuve were more readily evident. And significantly, the changes were different in females than in males. Women tended to actually grow in size. It was not uncommon for a woman to add six to eight inches in height to her frame and anywhere from fifty to seventy-five pounds to her body mass. And the extra weight was not composed of body fat but rather of muscle tissue. Meaning that women also gained a significant amount of strength from taking Rejuve. As for men the effect of taking the drug was quite the opposite. Men, in contrast to women, somehow lost body size and mass as a result of taking Rejuve. It was not uncommon for a man who took Rejuve to lose anywhere from five to eight inches in height and fifty to sixty-five pounds in weight. A concomitant effect was a tremendous loss of strength for as much of the weight loss derived from muscle mass as it did from body fat. Many males looked at Rejuve with a jaundiced eye and claimed it was all part of a governmental conspiracy to make and keep men not only politically weaker than women but physically weaker as well. This contention was denounced as unfounded and baseless by both the manufacturer and the government, both of whom alleged the side-effects were simply the result of retarding the aging process and that the drug had different consequences in women and men solely on the basis of their biological distinctions. In any event, many qualified males took Rejuve as they rationalized that a change in physical stature, though certainly not a welcomed side- effect, was well worth the beneficial result of thwarting the aging process. For after all, hasn't womankind been seeking the Fountain of Youth since the beginning of time? SAMMY'S STORY- PART ONE It was March 15, 2108 and Samuel Stone, celebrating his seventeenth birthday, was enjoying the pot roast his father had prepared in honor of his attainment of this milestone in his life. "Hope you like it, Sammy," his father said. "I worked on this meal for three hours." "Yeah, it's great Dad. Thanks." "Your father is such a good cook, Sammy. He's a real catch," Sammy's mother proudly announced. Sammy looked at his mother and smiled. He then looked at his father and began to reflect on his family's circumstances. Ten years ago Sammy's father, Patrick Stone, was the proud owner of a lucrative pharmacy that had allowed the Stones to purchase the lovely ten room house in Huntington, New York in which Sammy now sat eating his birthday dinner. But with the passage of the Suppression Act of 2098 Patrick Stone was forced to sign over the ownership rights to the pharmacy to his wife, and Sammy's mother, Amelia. What's more Patrick Stone was no longer legally allowed to work, so he was forced to stay at home and take care of domestic matters while Sammy's mother supervised the operation of the pharmacy. Unlike her husband Patrick, Amelia was not a licensed pharmacist and she hired a female pharmacist to run the pharmaceutical aspects of the business while she attended to the administrative aspects. But Amelia had enrolled in Pharmacy School, which she attended at night after work, and acquired her pharmacy license in five years. It was a difficult task but Sammy's mother was a hard-working, industrious woman who was determined to keep up the lifestyle to which her beloved family had become accustomed. And while Amelia Stone attended Pharmacy School, Patrick Stone, out of necessity, learned how to take care of the ten-room Huntington house and the Stones' young son Sammy. After all someone had to do it, and Patrick was the likely candidate. Amelia was busy all day running the pharmacy and, for the first five years since acquiring sole ownership of the business, attending school at night. She was completely bushed by the time she came home each night and was in no condition to take care of domestic tasks. So even though it was at first somewhat humiliating to Patrick Stone, there was no alternative but to do what the circumstances of the times dictated. And Sammy's father rationalized that he was not doing anything different than what millions of other men were being forced into doing by the requirements of The Suppression Act. So Patrick Stone learned how to shop, cook, clean house, sew, iron and do the family's laundry. And he became reasonably proficient at all, if at first only out of practice. But after about two years he actually began to enjoy the rather mundane aspects of attending to household tasks and started to take great pride in his housework. Indeed, after spending the first two years in his new 'job' as Amelia's househusband, Patrick Stone enrolled in a home economics course at the local high school offered to all the new househusbands in the area to hone up on his domestic skills. And after spending about a year taking these courses Patrick Stone had become quite the expert homemaker. The refrigerator and shelves were always stocked with nutritious foods and he always prepared delicious meals for his family. He beamed with delight when his wife or son complimented him on his cooking. What's more he kept the Huntington home spotless. He frequently scrubbed the floors and vacuumed the house's many carpets. He also ensured that his wife and son always wore fresh, clean clothes. And in the last three years or so, Patrick Stone even made friends with some of the other househusbands on the block and once or twice a week they got together at one of their homes and drank coffee, played cards, and gossiped. Patrick Stone took his job as Sammy's father even more seriously than he took his new household responsibilities. Since Amelia spent a great portion of her waking hours earning the money her family needed to survive, the prime responsibility of raising Sammy had fallen on Patrick's shoulders. And he could not fail in this responsibility. For it was, after all, extremely difficult for a male to survive comfortably in today's society and Patrick Stone wanted to ensure that his son would attain a comfortable lifestyle by the time he reached adulthood. So early on, he emphatically tried to convince his son that it was very important to be snared by the right woman, one who had the financial means to take care of him and provide him with the most comfortable lifestyle imaginable. He told his son that women, who outnumbered men by more than three to one, would do or say almost anything to attract and marry a man, and that Sammy must be on the lookout for deceptive females. Sammy had to be careful and discretionary to ensure that he ended up with the right woman, one who would treat him fairly and with respect, a woman who would not use the power of the purse-strings to embarrass or humiliate him. And Sammy's father told him how females would contrive to snare him by trying to get into his pants. How they would attempt to use this tactic to make him emotionally and sexually dependent on them so that he would accept their proposals of marriage. "There are plenty of fish in the sea," Sammy's father would say, "So it is important that you throw the bad ones back and select only the best one out there." And in this regard Sammy's father encouraged him to save himself for his wife. "The worst thing you could do is to become a slut, to let just any woman have her way with you," Mr. Stone advised his son. "Remember, no hard- working, respectable woman has any regard for a man who has slept around." And in his plans to make Sammy a "good catch" for a respectable woman, Mr. Stone tried to teach his son the tricks of the trade to becoming a good homemaker. He wanted Sammy to learn all of the ins-and-outs of cooking and housecleaning so that Sammy would be able to attract the appropriate mate. He wanted to give his son an advantage over the other males. But Sammy had no interest in domestic matters. He told his father, in not so unconvincing terms, that he would learn how to keep house when the time came. That it had worked well that way for his father and it would, undoubtedly, work just as well for him. But that still did not prevent Patrick Stone from trying to persuade his son otherwise, though his pleadings continued to fall on deaf ears. Sammy once more thanked his father for the meal and said he needed to get ready for his date. "You're going out with that Jill Claymoore, right?" his mother asked. "Yeah," Sammy replied. "Isn't she the captain of the senior varsity basketball team?" Sammy's father asked. "Yeah. She's picking me up at 7:00. She's taking me to the basketball game tonight to watch her play. We'll probably head over to the diner for a burger and fries after the game." "Well," Mr. Stone said with a firm look on his face, "You just make sure she knows to have you home by 11:00." "Aw, c'mon Dad. I'm seventeen years old now. How about ditching the curfew, it's embarrassing. And it's Friday, not even a school night." "Now Sammy," his mother put in, "Your father is right. No respectable seventeen year old male would stay out on a date past 11:00." "And," Sammy's father added, "No respectable female would keep her seventeen year old date out past 11:00. By the way, just how old is this Jill Claymoore?" "She just became seventeen two months ago, so she's my age, Dad," Sammy lied. Actually, Jill was a senior, one class ahead of Sammy in school, and she had just had her eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago. But Jill was really cute and Sammy found himself attracted to her. He'd been unable to say no when Jill had asked him out for a first date last week. She'd taken Sammy to a nice restaurant and then to a movie. She had acted like a perfect lady for the entire evening. And Jill had, of course, returned Sammy home by his 11:00 curfew. "Alright, I guess it's okay," Sammy's father said, "But just you remember what I've told you about females, especially the jocks. Don't you let her have her way with you!" "Geez, Dad...." Sammy stated, his face turning red. Noting his embarrassment Mrs. Stone said, "Why don't you go get ready for your date, Sammy. It's 6:30 already." "Yeah, right," Sammy agreed, and he headed up to his bedroom to wash and change. As Amelia Stone glared at her husband with a disapproving look on her face Patrick said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm just looking out for his welfare, that's all. I have the right to tell him that, you know. After all I'm the one who has been raising him all these years." Now Amelia looked mad. "Right," she exclaimed angrily, "And I'm just the one who brings home the paycheck so you and Sammy can live comfortably. Do you know how many other househusbands are envious of you? How they wish they were married to someone like me? Someone who is as good a provider as I am?" Now Patrick was red with embarrassment and on reflection, he agreed that his wife had been correct. "You're right, dear. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." "Good," Amelia said and she smiled softly at her husband. "I'm going to go watch the nightly news. Why don't you clean up and wash the dishes. Join me when you're done, sweetheart, and bring me a cup of coffee." She got up, kissed Patrick on the cheek and left for the living room. Jill Claymoore arrived right on schedule and Sammy was waiting at the door so he could exit the house immediately without subjecting Jill to his father. They said hello to each other and walked down the slate pathway to the street where Jill held open the passenger door for Sammy as he entered her car. Riding in the car they discussed Huntington's chances in tonight's game and when they arrived at the school, Jill pulled over to drop Sammy off at the public entrance. "Hey, how about a good luck kiss, Sammy?" Jill asked. "Sure, why not," and Sammy kissed Jill softly on the cheek before he left the car. Sammy watched Jill as she drove off for the player's entrance and he entered the school. Sammy made his way into the gymnasium and he looked around to find his friend Cory Layton. He spotted Cory in the upper bleachers and began the ascent. Cory was probably Sammy's best friend and he too was dating an older member of the school's varsity basketball team, Amanda Peele. Sammy noted that Cory was wearing Amanda's varsity sweater. "Hey Cory, does this mean you and Amanda are going steady or something?" "Nah, she just asked me to wear it for good luck tonight, that's all." That made Sammy think of Jill's request for the 'good luck kiss'. He wondered whether it was one of those female tricks his father had warned him against. They watched as the players entered the gymnasium and began to take their practice shots, and Cory said, "Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about. I tried out for the cheerleading squad yesterday, and I found out today that I made the team. Effective this Monday I'm officially a member of the school's cheerleading squad." Sammy had a look of astonishment on his face as he took in the surprising news. "Are you serious, Cory? Do you know what that means?" "Yeah, I know," Cory said just as Huntington's cheerleaders entered the gymnasium and began their dancing and cheering. Sammy looked at them and saw seven cheerleaders in short skirts and colorful sweaters. They all had shoulder-length hair and they all wore lipstick. They wore saddle shoes and bobby socks. They all looked pretty. And they were all males. Under one of the many amendments to The Suppression Act males were banned from engaging in official sports activities, as many women held the belief that such activities encouraged violent behavior. Only women were allowed to participate in organized sports activities but males were encouraged to become cheerleaders, as the government deemed it wise policy to encourage men to cheer women on in their endeavors. Consequently women were discouraged, if not banned outright, from becoming cheerleaders so that as many males as possible could apply for the limited number of openings. And for reasons which were not entirely clear and were widely debated the government urged that cheerleaders should maintain the appearance of a girl and don the more typical female cheerleading garb. Meaning that cheerleaders would continue to wear makeup, long hair and a skirt. Sammy turned and looked at Cory. He noticed that his hair had, in fact, grown much longer than was customary for him. And he noticed the long, shaped fingernails on Cory's hands that he had not seen before. "This doesn't mean that you want to become one of those new-women, does it, Cory?" "I don't know, I just want to try something different, you know, keep my options open, that's all," Cory answered, somewhat sheepishly. And Sammy then began to think of the relatively new societal phenomena of the new-man and the new-woman which appeared to be another consequence of taking Rejuve. As women grew as a result of taking the drug some of them took an interest in manly activities and actually developed a desire or compulsion to convert to men. And as men shrank from taking Rejuve many developed an inclination towards feminine affairs and concerns and expressed a desire to become women. And science and medical technology had sufficiently advanced to the point where such conversions could be completely and effectively accomplished. These gender-convertee's were referred to as new-men and new-women, in contrast to original-men and original-women. And the phenomena had become pervasive enough (with well over fifty percent of all Rejuve users developing these tendencies) that the government enacted an amendment to the Suppression Act covering the issue in the year 2106. This amendment provided that the restrictions contained in the Suppression Act were to be applied based upon the original, not the converted gender of the citizen. Thus, the Act's restrictions applied to original-males and new-women but not to original-females and new-men. And some male minors under the age of twenty-one who were not yet eligible for Rejuve had also begun to take an interest in typical female activities, such as cheerleading, in preparation of becoming new-women once they attained the age of majority and qualified for Rejuve. The reasons for this were not entirely clear. Some speculated that these males were transvestites or transsexuals. Others advanced the theory that these young males desired to be females because society, and the government, treated women preferably. A weakness in this theory was that the Suppression Act's restrictions applied to new-women just as they applied to original-men. In any event this phenomenon had affected only about ten percent of male minors and it now appeared that Cory was in this group, the members of which had been informally dubbed new-girls. "Well, I wish you the best of luck, Cory," Sammy said for lack of anything better to offer. "Thanks, Sammy. I knew you would understand." Sammy looked down on the basketball court and observed that the game was in progress. He hadn't even noticed its start. He looked up at the scoreboard and saw that Huntington was up by thirteen points and there was only two minutes left in the first half. The half came to an end and the pretty male cheerleaders returned to the court, this time bearing pom-poms. They were very good and the crowd cheered them on. Sammy could not believe that his friend Cory would be amongst them at Huntington's next game. Before long the second half began but Sammy could not keep his mind on the game. He continued to dwell on what Cory had disclosed to him. The game finally concluded with Huntington winning by seventeen points. Jill had scored twenty-four points and was the star of the game. She looked up in the bleachers and caught Sammy's eye. Jill waved, which made Sammy blush. It had been pre-arranged that Sammy would wait for Jill in the auditorium. Cory, on the other hand, had agreed to meet Amanda in the parking lot so Sammy and Cory said their goodbyes. Twenty minutes later Jill, freshly showered, returned to the auditorium to collect Sammy, who congratulated her on her team's victory. It was 10:00 and there was still time to grab a burger at the diner so they made their way out to Jill's car. As Jill started the engine she turned to Sammy and said, "So how about a victory kiss?" "Not now, Jill." "What's the matter, Sammy. Did I do something to upset you?" Jill inquired. "No, nothing like that," and Sammy proceeded to tell Jill of the troubling news concerning Cory. "Hey, Sammy, maybe you should try out for the cheerleading squad too. I'd bet you'd make a real cute cheerleader." "What!" Sammy exclaimed, not believing what he had just heard. "Look Jill, I have no interest in becoming one of those new-girls. I'm not even interested in Rejuve. I have no desire to shrink! I like it just the way I am now, okay?" "Okay, okay, calm down. I didn't mean it, Sammy. I was just kidding, that's all." As they finished up their burgers and fries Sammy looked at his watch and noticed it was almost 11:00. "We've got to get going, Jill." Jill paid the bill and they left the diner. They talked about the basketball game on the ride back, and as Jill pulled up to the curb across the street from Sammy's house she turned to him and said, "I had a great time tonight, Sammy. What do you say we do it again?" "Sure. Maybe next weekend." "Great, Sammy. I'll see you in school on Monday." She leaned over towards Sammy and kissed him on the cheek and then on the corner of his mouth. Sammy turned towards her and they began to kiss each other. Jill then began to rub Sammy's groin. Sammy broke the kiss, grabbed her hand and removed it. "I'm not that type of boy, Jill. See you Monday," and he abruptly left the car and made his way towards his house. As he opened the door Sammy thought about how his father would be so proud of him over the way he'd just handled himself. But he reasoned that he would be better off not telling his father about Jill's attempt to feel him up. Sammy had a fitful sleep that night as he dwelled on what his best friend had told him at the game. At one point he had a nightmare dreaming of himself as a cheerleader, jumping up and down, pom-poms in each hand, his long hair and short skirt flying up and down. He abruptly awoke and went to the bathroom to rinse his face with cold water, which calmed him down a bit. Although the rest of his night's sleep was not what he would describe as sound he had no further dreams, at least none that he could remember. Sammy awoke at 9:00 Saturday morning. He washed up and relieved himself, dressed, and headed downstairs. He walked into the kitchen where he saw his parents standing at the counter, drinking coffee and talking. "Before you ask," Sammy said, "I had a nice time last night, I was home by 11:00, and Jill acted like a perfect lady." "Actually Sammy, your mother and I were just talking about the latest news. We just saw a report on the vid that males are being allowed to return work. A new amendment to the Suppression Act was just passed!" Patrick Stone said with no small amount of enthusiasm. "Your mother and I were just discussing my possible return to the pharmacy." "Really?" Sammy asked. "Actually Sammy, the new amendment is very limited," his mother advised. "It seems that employers have been having great difficulty filling certain jobs, ones that females are not interested in doing. Jobs like secretaries, receptionists, and waitresses. So males are now permitted to apply for and fill those jobs, not to exceed eight hours a day and forty hours a week. That's about the size of it." "So now I can return to the pharmacy as a secretary," Patrick Stone put in. "Patrick, I already have a secretary and you have no secretarial skills. Besides, your housekeeping is a full-time job, something of which you are quite fond of reminding me frequently. I don't see any reason to make any changes." "But..." "No, Patrick. End of discussion. You will remain a househusband. That is what your family needs of you. I need no additional assistance at work and that's that." Sammy waited for his father's reaction but there was none. His father had conceded. He had a sad look on his face. He almost looked as if he were about to cry. Sammy had never seen his father back down like that before. Nor had he seen his mother act so forcefully. If it was not apparent to him before it was now obvious to Sammy that his mother was the boss of this family. And as he continued to look at his parents standing by the counter Sammy noticed something else too. They seemed to be of equal height. He looked at them individually and he realized his mother was taller than usual and his father was shorter than usual. "Hey, you guys took Rejuve, didn't you?" "Yes, Sammy, we went on Rejuve a few months ago," his mother replied. "How come?" Sammy asked. "I think you know the answer to that, Sammy. I'm forty-one years old and your father is forty. We really don't look forward to getting any older. Recent statistics show that eighty percent of the population takes Rejuve before attaining the age of thirty-five. We're not doing anything unorthodox or bizarre. Most people have already taken Rejuve at our age." "But what about the side-effects?" Sammy asked. "Your father and I discussed that and it's something we're willing to endure in order to stop the aging process," his mother answered. Sammy looked at his father who said, "Your mother is right, Sammy. I'm certainly not looking forward to the physical changes but it's a price I'm willing to pay in return for the drug's benefits." Sammy did not even want to think about what his parents' Rejuve usage might also lead to in the future. He looked at both of them and simply said, "I understand. No problem." It was six months later and Sammy was now a high school senior. He'd discontinued his relationship with Jill Claymoore and had declined to get involved with any other females at school. Many females had asked him out for dates but he explained that he was just not ready to get involved in a relationship at this time in his life. Word was beginning to get around that he was a lost cause and he found he was not getting bothered as much. He was just too depressed about what was going on all around him to pursue a romantic relationship. He decided to concentrate on his schoolwork and grades although he was not quite sure why he did that since the Suppression Act outlawed college attendance by males. Men were allowed to attend high school on the theory that they needed to be reasonably intelligent members of society and responsible mates, but anything beyond that was strictly impermissible. While they were allowed to attend home economics courses and clerical classes to learn skills like homemaking, typing and shorthand, these endeavors were considered vocational matters on the same footing, or even below, high school studies. Sammy thought that after he graduated high school he might take a few vocational courses since he didn't have any firm plans. Maybe he would get a job as a secretary? But for the most part he was rather confused and unsure about his future. The school bus dropped Sammy off in front of his house and he walked up the pathway, opened the door with his key and entered. He dropped his knapsack in the foyer and walked up the stairs and into the kitchen to grab a snack. He saw his father busily scrubbing the stove's range top and making it sparkle. "Hi Dad." "Hi Sammy. How was school?" "Okay, I guess." Sammy poured some milk in a glass and sat down at the kitchen table. He watched as his father continued to clean the range. He seemed as if he were on a mission. As Sammy looked at his father he thought about how his appearance had changed so much over the last year from taking Rejuve. Before taking the drug Patrick Stone was 5'11" tall and weighed 175 pounds. Now, he was 5'4" tall and weighed 120 pounds. He was now much smaller than Sammy, who was 5'9" tall and weighed 160 pounds. And this made Sammy think about his mother, who now absolutely towered over his father and was even larger than Sammy. Amelia Stone, who one year ago was 5'6" tall and weighed 130 pounds, was now 6'1" tall and weighed 190 pounds. And recently Sammy had begun to notice some other changes in his mother that had made him uncomfortable. She had begun to sprout some hair on her arms and hands and even a little on her upper lip. And Sammy had begun to notice a small Adam's apple emerging on her throat. Her voice even seemed a little deeper. And she had cut her hair short and stopped wearing makeup. And in the last two weeks Sammy noticed that his mother had begun to wear pants all the time. Just as Sammy wondered to himself, "What's next?" his diminutive father sat down at the kitchen table and said, "Sammy, I'd like to talk to you about something, okay?" "Sure Dad." "Sammy, there's no way to say this but to just come out and say it. You're mother has decided to become a new-man, and as for me, I guess, well, I suppose that I've decided to become a, you know, a new-woman." Sammy stared at his father in disbelief. He finally offered, "Geez Dad, why would you want to go and do something like that?" "I don't know, Sammy. Your mother seems to be determined to become a new-man. You've probably noticed that she has already started the process." Sammy thought again about the hair growth and the developing Adam's apple he'd seen on his mother. His father continued: "And she feels that it would be best if I became a new-woman. It does seem to make sense. What kind of future could I expect if she went through with it and I stayed as I am?" his father asked, rhetorically. "How could I expect to stay with someone who is, in essence, the same sex as I am? Neither your mother nor I are gay, you know. And I'm certainly in no position to leave her. Even if I got a job as a waitress or something, it only pays minimum wage. I couldn't afford to live on that. Let's face it, Sammy, we men are financially dependent on women. In today's society we can't make it on our own. We may not like it but that's just the way it is. I've thought about this long and hard and I just don't see that I have any other choice." Sammy considered what his father had just said. He could not come up with any logical response to controvert the points his father had made. Nevertheless the news just did not sit right with Sammy and he said, "I understand what you're saying, Dad, but it just doesn't seem natural." Sammy noticed a slight look of anger on his Dad's face. "Listen, Sammy. I really don't like this any better than you do but this is essentially a question of survival. You know, you may very well be confronted with the same problem yourself in the near future. Don't be so judgmental. I'm doing what I have to do. Just like what you may have to do." What his father had just said made Sammy in equal parts afraid and mad. "No way. Not me. I don't even plan on taking Rejuve!" "Then how do you plan on living when you reach adulthood?" his father asked him. "I don't know. I'll get a job or something." "Didn't you hear what I just said a minute ago? The only jobs you're allowed to have don't pay enough to live on," his father stated emphatically. "Then I'll find and marry a woman who has no interest in becoming a new-man." "Okay, then what will happen if you marry her and she later decides to convert to a new-man? Then what will you do?" Sammy could not think of an answer, which greatly upset him. He began to cry. His father reached across the kitchen table and grabbed Sammy's hands, attempting to console him. "Listen, Sammy. It's not that bad, relatively speaking. We men are boxed into a corner and we do what we have to do to survive these days. I wish you were born a girl so you wouldn't have to go through this crap, but that's simply not the case. I know it's not easy for you but you just have to learn to roll with the punches and live from day to day. I love you Sammy and I need your support in this thing." Sammy looked at his father and saw that he, too, had begun to cry. Sammy was touched and he said, "I love you too, Dad. Of course you have my support. I wish you the best of luck. I'm in your corner." His father smiled and wiped the tears from his face. Sammy also wiped away his own tears. "Thanks, Sammy." Three months had passed and Sammy had noticed the gradual and regular changes in his father. Shortly after their heartfelt discussion he noted that his Dad no longer seemed to have any hair on his body other than on his head and his eyebrows. His skin also looked very smooth. Sammy took note of his father's regular visits to the doctor's office and the medical clinic. Sometimes his Dad didn't even return from one of these visits until the next day. About a month after their discussion Sammy had seen the changes in his father's face. His nose looked smaller, his chin ended in a new point, and his lips looked much fuller. And he noticed how his father's hair, now died blond, had grown longer and obscured his ears. And how his Dad's nails had grown and how he had shaped them in a feminine style. And a month later after his father returned home from an overnight stay at the clinic Sammy observed that his Dad now had breasts. Breasts which necessitate that he wear a brassiere. Sammy could not help but discreetly gaze at his father's chest, at the two cone-like points which pushed out his shirt. And a few weeks later his father returned from another overnight stay at the clinic with yet another change: a new voice. A highly pitched, feminine sounding voice. After hearing his father's new melodic voice Sammy gazed at his throat and noticed there was no longer any Adam's apple to be seen. As much as Sammy was astounded by these changes he felt the need to demonstrate his support. But he was not sure what to say. Ultimately he said, "You know Dad, you're starting to look nice, you know, like, pretty." His father had smiled with sincerity and thanked him, which made Sammy feel good. And a week after Sammy had complimented his father he returned from school to find the biggest, and most emotionally taxing change yet. Sitting at the kitchen table and having a glass of milk with a slice of chocolate cake, Sammy was completely shocked by what he saw as his father walked into the kitchen and said, "Hi, Sammy. How was school today?" in his new-womanly voice. Sammy gazed at his father who looked nothing like his father. His Dad was wearing a powder blue cotton dress that ended at his knees and revealed his legs, which were encased in nylon stockings. Sammy noticed how his father's breasts pushed out the upper portion of the dress, ending in two points. He saw that his Dad's waistline now looked so tapered. And that his hips swelled below the waistline. And Sammy noticed that his Dad looked three or four inches taller too, so he gazed downward and saw that his father was wearing high-heeled shoes which matched his dress. Sammy then looked up at his father's face and saw that he was wearing makeup. His complexion looked so smooth and his eyebrows were two tapered arcs over his eyes, which were adorned with eye shadow and mascara. Sammy gazed at his father's shoulder-length, golden-blond hair and considered how nicely it framed his oval face. And on his Dad's full lips he noticed the bright-red lipstick. And on his father's hands Sammy saw the long, bright-red nails. "So, what do you think, Sammy?" his father asked, breaking Sammy's near-trance. Sammy was stunned and arose from the kitchen chair. He reflexively answered, "Geez, Dad, I can't believe it. You look totally beautiful." And Sammy had meant it too for Patrick Stone did, indeed, look beautiful. "Thanks Sammy. That really means a lot to me." "I mean it Dad. You look prettier than Mom did before she took Rejuve. So this is it, it's all done, now?" "Well, not yet, really. There are one or two procedures to go, Sammy. I'll probably complete the transition next week. An overnight trip to the clinic and that should do it, probably." Sammy did not really want to think about what those remaining procedures involved. Sammy's father walked over to him and grabbed each of Sammy's hands in his own. Sammy noticed how smooth his father's hands felt. And Sammy felt the rims of his father's long nails. "I just want to thank you for your support. I couldn't have done it without you, son." His father leaned up towards Sammy's face and softly kissed him on the cheek. "Oh my, look what I just did," his father said as he reached up and rubbed the lipstick smear off of Sammy's face. "No sweat, Dad. Good luck. I really hope you and Mom will be happy." "Yeah. Me too, Sammy." And Sammy's mother had also continued to change over the last three months. She was growing hair all over her body. On her arms, on her hands, on her legs. Sammy also assumed she had grown hair on her chest too, where breasts were no longer discernible. And Sammy's mother did not seem to have much body fat either. She appeared very lithe and muscular. And her voice had lowered several octaves to the point where it could no longer be mistaken for a female's voice. Sammy also noticed that his mother had stopped shaving a few days ago. She'd apparently decided to grow a mustache and beard. Over the next week or so Sammy observed that his parents seemed happy with the new changes which had occurred to their bodies. In fact, he had never seen them enjoy each other's company as much as they had in the last week. They talked to each other more, they joked around and they fondly touched each other, something Sammy had never see them do before. But Sammy also noticed that when a decision needed to be made it was always his mother who made it. And that when she told his father what she'd decided, he accepted the decision without hesitation. It seemed Sammy's father had been totally removed from the decision-making loop, something about which he did not appear bothered. His mother now wore the pants, in more ways than one. On Friday Sammy's mother told him that she and her father would be spending the next several days at the medical clinic to undergo a few procedures. "We're checking in tomorrow morning and we'll probably be back on Monday, Tuesday at the latest, Sammy. Your father's going shopping today so there will be plenty of food in the house. You'll be okay, right?" "No sweat, Mom. Don't worry about a thing." His parents left for the clinic early on Saturday morning and Sammy was alone in the house. He had some milk and a doughnut for breakfast and went to the family room, where he sat down on the couch and turned on the vid. But he could not concentrate on the newscast. He was wondering about his parents. He arose and made his way into his mother's study, where he began looking through the drawers of her desk. After a half-minute of searching he found a brochure entitled "The Truth About The New-Man and New-Woman." He sat on the chair and began to read. He completed the brochure and put it back in the drawer. He thought he now had a pretty good idea what his parents would be going through this weekend, as detailed in the section of the brochure entitled "The Final Steps." His father would be having his male genitals and his prostate gland surgically removed, and a vagina and external female genitalia would be constructed in their place. And perhaps, if he chose, he would undergo gene-splitting and nano- technology therapy which, as described in the brochure, would precipitate the growth of internal female reproductive organs which would actually permit the conception and birth of a child. And his mother would undergo contrasting procedures to remove her reproductive organs and her external and internal female genitalia, all to be replaced by a functional penis, a scrotal sac holding two testicles, and a prostate gland. Sammy was stunned. He did not even know that some of these things were possible. He tried to come to terms with the world in which he now found himself. "Why can't people just learn to accept who they are and try to be happy living life the way they were born? Why do they feel the need to go through such drastic changes?" Sammy asked out loud, to no one. He decided that it was all the fault of Rejuve. People did not want to become new-women and new-men until Rejuve came on the scene. Once they took the drug they became dissatisfied with themselves and wanted to convert to the opposite gender. Whether it all resulted from the physical changes in stature imposed by the drug or some other Rejuve-usage ramifications he did not know but it was clear to Sammy that Rejuve was, without a doubt, at the heart of the matter. Sammy thought about the brochure he'd just read and could not believe what people were willing to go through to change their gender. But the medical details were not important to Sammy. What was important, in his mind, was to stay away from Rejuve as he had no inclination to either shrink in size or become a new-woman. He did not need to stay young or live forever. "I'll never take that crap," he emphatically announced. On Monday night, Sammy's mother telephoned him to advise that she and her father would not be coming home until Thursday afternoon. "Is everything alright, Mom? I thought you said that you and Dad would be back by Tuesday at the latest." "Everything is fine, Sammy. Everything is going just as planned. It's just precautionary. How are you doing? Is everything okay with you?" "Yeah. Fine." "Good. We'll see you Thursday then." When Sammy got home from school on Thursday afternoon his parents were not there. He ate a snack and then sat down near the front bay window and gazed out. A half-hour later he saw the taxi-cab pull up to the curb in front of his house and watched as his parents disembarked. He saw how his father held on to his mother as they walked up the pathway towards the house. He observed how they both moved so slowly and carefully. He rushed down the hallway stairs to open the front door and greet them. As he opened the door he saw them ascending the steps. "Hi. How are you guys?" he said. His mother answered, "We're okay, Sammy. Just a little tired, that's all." Sammy gazed at his father who looked pale. "We're fine, Sammy. Everything went fine," his Dad said. Sammy held the front door open for his parents as they entered the house and watched them carefully climb the hallway stairs and head into their bedroom. He closed the door and followed. He made his way to his parents' bedroom to check up on them but was met by his mother outside the bedroom's entrance. She closed the door. "Listen, Sammy, we appreciate your concern but we've just been through a rough couple of days. Especially your father. We just need to rest for a while. Okay?" "Sure, I understand Mom." His mother noticed the look of concern on Sammy's face and said, "Sammy, everything will be just fine. I guarantee it. We just need to take it easy for a week or so." "Sure, Mom," and Sammy turned around. He walked to the stairway and began his descent as he heard the door to his parents' room softly close. Sammy's mother was right. Everything had turned out fine except that it took about three weeks for his father to recover from his six-day stay at the medical clinic three months ago. And Sammy was becoming accustomed to his mother's and father's new appearances, too. He rationalized that he still had two parents, one of whom dressed in male clothing and the other in female clothing. The only difference was that his mother now wore trousers and his father now wore a dress. And they seemed pleased with their new changes, Sammy observed. In fact, he could not remember ever seeing his parents this happy with each other. They talked to each other more than they used to and they obviously enjoyed each other's company. And this pleased Sammy, for it was important to him that his parents were happy. As Sammy made the adjustment to his new familial surroundings he also continued to excel in school. He felt that he still was not quite ready to get entangled in a romantic relationship and he politely turned down the few females in school who continued to ask him out. Over the last month or so Sammy had begun to think about his future more and more. After all, he would be graduating high school in two months and he was not yet sure what he would be doing after hisgraduation. He certainly was not ready for marriage, and as a male it was illegal for him to attend college. He concluded that there was no other choice but to attend vocational school, where he would take home economics courses and clerical courses to cover all the bases. He needed to know how to be a homemaker if he ever got married, and until that time came he needed to learn the typing and clerical skills required of an office secretary. For Sammy had decided that there was no way that he would apply for the governmental stipend offered to single adult males, which he likened to welfare payments. Instead he would go to work. Two months later Sammy graduated from high school with honors. His parents were so proud of him and they bought him a new computer as a graduation present. Sammy was in his bedroom sitting at his computer and browsing the Internet. Although males were restricted from visiting many websites there were still a plethora of permitted sites for Sammy to check out. He heard a knock on his door. "Come in." It was his father. "Hi Sammy. How's everything going?" "Fine Dad. Just playing around with this great new toy you and Mom got me." Sammy's father walked over towards the desk and peered at the monitor. He noticed that his son was visiting the Woodbury Vocational School Website. "I think I'm going to enroll there, Dad. The tuition is only $100 a semester. Then I'll probably get a job." "Is that what you really want, Sammy? You know, most males have already become engaged to be married by the time they've turned eighteen and graduated high school. Aren't you interested in getting married, Sammy? You know, finding a nice woman to take care of you so you don't have to worry about getting a job. Not to even mention that the only jobs you're allowed to have are ones which pay bare minimum wage." Sammy looked at his father, who had a sincere expression of concern on his pretty face. "I know Dad. We've been through this before. I just don't feel like I'm ready for marriage yet. There's not much of an alternative but to go to vocational school and work. So that's what I'm going to do. Don't worry about me Dad. Everything will be fine, okay?" "Okay Sammy, but please don't rule out the marriage option." "I'm not ruling it out Dad. I'm just not ruling it in for the immediate present, that's all." Sammy's looked at his father's face for a reaction but could discern none. He did, however, notice how beautiful his father looked with the long blond hair, the full red lips, and the pretty floral print dress that accentuated his curves. He gazed at his father's shapely nylon- encased legs that terminated in the black leather three-inch pumps. While still in high school Sammy had had a number of classmates whose fathers had also become new-women but none could hold a candle to his father. "Maybe this is a good time to tell you, Sammy," his father said with a serious tone in his voice, "I'm pregnant." Sammy was stunned into silence. He often wondered just how far his father had gone in the treatment he'd had to become a new-woman and now he had his answer. Sammy finally stood up. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Dad." "Thanks, Sammy. There was silence for a moment and Sammy broke it: "Can I ask you something, Dad? How do you like it, I mean, being a new-woman and all?" "Well Sammy, I'd be lying if I told you I liked it at first. Your mother wanted me to do it so there really was no choice. When she'd begun the treatment to become a new-man my fate was pretty much sealed. "At first I found it embarrassing. Almost humiliating. You know, having breasts, wearing a dress, the makeup, the high-heels, the long nails. I was a man, for Christ's sake, and men don't do those things." Sammy looked at his father as he talked and once again considered how pretty he looked. As a new-woman he looked even better than most of the original-women he'd ever seen. His father continued, "Early on, for the first two or three months, I guess I rationalized that I wasn't the only male being forced to go through these changes. Millions of other men across the country were also going through the same process. So I wasn't alone. I didn't stand out. We were all victims of circumstance so I had nothing to be ashamed about. Nothing to hide my head about. And this made me feel better about myself. It put me at peace with myself to a large extent. "And then you know what happened Sammy?" his father asked rhetorically. "I began to like it. I didn't want to like it, I didn't decide that I should, it just happened all on its own. I started to enjoy the feel of wearing a dress, of the silk underwear, of the nylon stockings on my legs. I began to enjoy using makeup to make myself look more attractive. I began to like the look and feel of having long red nails. "And I have to say that I really began to enjoy the attention your mother began to shower on me and the affection she has shown. Like when she brings me flowers or compliments my looks. So if you really must know, Sammy, in retrospect it's the best thing I ever did and it comes highly recommended." "Thanks for the insight, Dad. I'm really glad you're happy." His father smiled, turned around and made his exit. As he passed over the bedroom door's threshold he looked back at his son and said, "By the way Sammy, it's a girl. You're going to have a sister." It was two months later and Sammy had been enrolled at the Woodbury Vocational School for the past three weeks now. He took the twenty minute bus ride to and from the school on weekdays for morning courses in housework, cooking, household budget managing, sewing and knitting. And he stayed there for afternoon clerical courses in typing, filing and transcribing to build his secretarial skills. Sammy could not help but notice that out of the twenty-five or so students in his classes he was in the minority in that he was one of only two students who did not wear female clothes. Not that there were any original-women in his classes. There weren't. Original-women usually worked full-time and, for the most part, did not do housework or other domestic chores. These tasks were usually performed by their househusbands or by professional pay services comprised of blue- collar females who'd been trained to perform such chores. And original-women surely had no inclination to take courses to learn how to perform office secretarial work. It was, after all, their disinterest in this occupation that resulted in the exception to the Suppression Act that allowed males to fill these jobs. No, nearly all of Sammy's classmates were either minor new-girls, adult males who'd taken Rejuve and were in the process of becoming new-women, or adult Rejuve-users who'd made the full conversion to new-women. Sammy had known this because during the first day of classes several of the instructors had asked each of the students to stand up, introduce themselves, and offer a short autobiography. And if a student didn't identify his or her gender with precision the instructor asked for clarification. Sammy sat in his cooking class and studied some of the other students. He looked at Wayne Hooper, the only student besides Sammy dressed in male garb. A few days ago Sammy had tried to initiate a friendly conversation with Wayne but he did not seem receptive. Sammy certainly thought that he and Wayne had a lot in common but he would not push it in view of Wayne's chilly reaction. Sammy studied the other students and considered how they genuinely appeared to be attractive-looking females even though they all were, or had been, original-males. Some of them could even be described as gorgeous. He looked at Carol Southern, a very attractive looking new-woman who, curiously, did not wear a wedding ring. This almost certainly meant that Carol was unmarried since it was against the law for a married male to remove his wedding ring in public and, under The Suppression Act, new- women were still considered original-men for legal purposes. The 12:00 bell went off. It was time for lunch. Sammy gathered his books into his backpack and made his way towards the school's exit. He was in the mood for pizza today so he began the walk to the pizzeria three blocks away. When he got there he ordered two slices and a Fresca and he sat down at one of the shop's small tables. Ten minutes later and into his second slice he saw Carol Southern enter. Carol ordered a slice and a diet Pepsi and he looked for a table. "Hey Carol," Sammy said, "Why not grab a seat over here." Carol walked over to Sammy's table. "Oh, Hi. Your name's Sammy, right?" "That's me alright. Pull up a chair." Carol sat down and took a bite out of his slice. "Boy that's good," he said. "Yeah, this place makes some of the best pizza I've ever had," Sammy agreed as he took a bite out of the remnants of his remaining slice. They chatted about some of the courses they were taking and gossiped about their instructors before walking back to school. Sammy and Carol went to lunch together for the next two days and when Friday arrived, Carol proposed to Sammy that they skip their afternoon classes. Instead they would head over to Carol's house where she would prepare lunch for them. "Might as well see if I'm actually learning anything from cooking class," Carol offered. "Sounds good. Okay," Sammy agreed. So when the 12:00 bell sounded they hopped on a bus for the trip to Carol's house. It turned out that she lived in Smithtown, about eight miles east of Sammy's home. The bus dropped them off and they began the four block walk to Carol's place. They reached their destination ten minutes later as Carol announced, "This is it." Sammy gazed at a large, well-kept colonial sitting on what had to be a one-half acre plot. Carol fished out a set of keys from his purse and unlocked the front door. As they entered, he said, "Make yourself comfortable. Mi casa, su casa." Following Carol's lead Sammy dropped his backpack on the floor of the foyer and tossed his jacket over the stairway railing. "Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure. It's down the stairs, second door to the left." When Sammy finished his business he found Carol upstairs in the kitchen standing at the counter and making a salad. Looking at him Sammy thought that he really did make a pretty new-woman, just like his father. Carol had shoulder-length dark blond hair framing his pretty oval face. He had very feminine-looking facial features: full lips adorned with red lipstick, a pert nose, pointed chin, big blue eyes underneath highly-arced eyebrows, and a smooth complexion. Sammy also noticed how the dark blue cotton dress Carol wore hugged his body and accentuated his curves at his bustline, waist and hips. And he also had nice-looking legs which appeared very sexy in the three-inch blue leather pumps. Sammy saw that Carol noticed him staring and he got embarrassed. "Everything come out okay?" Carol kidded. Sammy chuckled and answered, "Yeah. Can I help?" "Sure. How about peeling those carrots over there." Carol walked over to a drawer and fetched the peeler. Sammy noticed his long red nails as he handed the peeler to him. They made Carol's hands look very sexy. After about fifteen minutes they were finished slicing and cutting the vegetables and Carol began to toss the salad in the bowl. He brought the bowl over to the dining room table where Sammy saw the two place- settings. "Okay, what do you say we start. By the way the main course will be roasted lemon chicken breast, which should be ready in a half-hour or so. "Sounds great," Sammy said as he dug into his salad. Carol left the dining room and returned with a pitcher of lemonade. "Salad's delicious," Sammy said, as Carol poured drinks into the two glasses. Carol sat down and joined Sammy and they both ate in silence for a minute. Breaking the ice Sammy said, "This is such a nice house. Any