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This work is copyrighted by the author (2002). Do not remove the author's information or make any changes to this story. You may freely post to all non-commercial (free) sites or in the "free" section of commercial sites. As a courtesy, please notify the author [email protected] regarding site location should you chose to post this story. The Sampson Syndrome by Jeanette Johnson 9...Roger Maris. 34...Nolan Ryan. 7...The "Mick". "Well at least I got my money back plus a buck," Johnny North reasoned as he waited for the next Lotto number to be drawn. 8...Yogi Berra. "Hey, what do you know!" he smiled turning to his wife, Sandi. "Now aren't you glad I had you play my numbers on your way home from the salon." His "numbers" brought back fond memories of time spent with his father when he was young. His father had been able to provide six baseball cards for his son from his own collection from when he was a boy. Johnny's grandmother had thrown most of his collection away not knowing how the card collecting craze would have made those cards worth a small fortune. Who could know that the dusty shoe boxes of cards would be more than a dust catcher and a nuisance? Johnny played the same six numbers each lotto drawing in memory of his father who had died suddenly when Johnny was a senior in high school. His mother went to work full time to provide the basic needs for her and her only child. Her hard work helped Johnny receive a college education in Business Management and, unfortunately, pushed her to an early death. She had died several weeks after he had graduated from college and had taken Sandi for his bride. 40..."Damn, nobody," he mumbled. Forget the $270,000,000.00 and all of the dreams it represented. Well, at least the hundred dollars or so that 4 out of 6 would pay would make up for the financial shortfall needed to pay the electric bill. If number 44 or 23 came up, this month and last month's rent could be paid. 23...Willie Mays. "There you go! Good clutch hitting there Willie!" he shouted. "Man that was close! I guess you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but if Aaron could have come through..." He smiled over at his wife who was staring at the lotto ticket she held tightly in both hands. Her eyes kept darting down at the note pad where she had written the numbers as they were picked and back at the ticket. She tried to speak but no sound came out of her smiling mouth. "Well, the landlord can kiss my ever-lovin'! I think I'll take an extra half hour off for lunch tomorrow so I can pick up our winnings then I can pay him tomorrow afternoon when I get home from the office. I'll just walk into his office and..." "Take off all day," she whispered as she willed her voice to work. "Oh yeah, maybe I'll just quit my job tomorrow and we'll use this thousand dollars or so winning and live forever in the lap of luxury." "Go ahead and quit!" she squealed as her voice began to recover. "Honey, we got all of the numbers!" "No, we didn't. Hank Aaron's number was 44, not 40. I would have played 40 if I could think of any ballplayer with that number, but Hammerin' Hank was 44." "Not according to my ticket. My ticket reads 40!" "Damn, Sandi, after playing my numbers for over a year you can't remember that Aaron ....was....44...you should re...remember...you got a 40?" The scream of two voices caused several of the apartment residents to dial 911. Money for Nothing For the first time in their lives, Johnny and Sandi didn't have to worry about money. They chose to take one half of the total amount up front rather than receiving smaller payments for 25 years. Johnny's business background served him well as he was able to keep the initial tax hit to a minimum. They now had over 95 million dollars invested in the stock market and in numerous banks. Johnny had quit his job the next day at the retail store where he worked as a purchasing agent. He looked at his position as a job and not a career. He was more than happy to "play the market" as he tried to increase their considerable wealth. Sandi was also happy to quit working full time. She had graduated from beauty college at 20 years of age and had immediately started working in the city's finest hair salon. Her talent was so obvious her client list grew at a breakneck pace. She had come home each night exhausted but proud of her success. She had a tremendous amount of inner drive. While in school she had attended seminars and classes on her days off to improve her skills both as a beautician and as a manager. Her ultimate goal was to someday open her own upscale salon. Sometimes, Johnny would serve as her test subject. She perfected her electrolysis technique by burning hairs out of his forearms and back. "Lay still!" she demanded as she worked on her husband. He had so much body hair that the thousand or so hairs she removed barely showed. "Tell me just how terrible is this?" she asked as she practiced giving him a facial, manicure and pedicure. "It feels real nice," he agreed but quickly added, "No girly stuff! Leave my beard alone. I might want to grow a beard this winter." "Yuk! I hope not!" she exclaimed in horror. His nails were shaped and polished with a clear hardener. Sandi had to explain over and over that many men wore clear polish on their nails before he relented and let her proceed. Long before their financial windfall he had quit being her test subject for doing hair. His receding hairline was rapidly racing to the back of his skull. He made jokes about how much his face was growing, but deep inside, the loss of his hair made him feel much older and less handsome. One day they were looking through a box of old photographs. The pictures reminded them one of the last times Johnny had served as her "victim". "Want to try rolling my hair now?" he teased rubbing his hand over his balding head. "What setting pattern would you recommend for my hair now?" Practice Dummy "Come on," Sandi urged, "no one will see you and it would be a tremendous help to me." "Come on yourself!" Johnny replied rather annoyed that she wanted to use him for practicing hairstyles for the first big wedding where she would be fixing the hair of the whole wedding party. He had wanted to work on a term paper he had due in a few weeks. Johnny was in his junior year at the university majoring in business management when he met Sandi at the beauty college where she interned in the school's salon that was open to the public. He had accompanied his latest girlfriend to the salon so she could get a trim. She had told him that she had found a student hairdresser as talented as any hairdresser in the city and the school's prices were dirt cheap. When they arrived his girlfriend introduced Johnny to Sandi. Queue the rockets, cannons, stars, and lightening: he was mesmerized by this lovely hairdresser. Sandi was tall, at least as far a Johnny was concerned. At 5'8", they were almost identical in height. Her wavy red hair highlighted a pixie face with the cutest button nose and largest green eyes he had ever imagined. He couldn't judge what her figure was like beneath the full smock she wore, but he imagined that it was superb. The long smooth legs, at least the part below the knees that showed, were well shaped and athletic looking. As soon as he could manage, he quit seeing his current girlfriend to pursue this beautiful girl. Sandi accepted a date to go see a picture at the local cinema. After the show, they sat and talked for hours at the coffee shop. Johnny found that she was extremely bright and ambitious. She could easily have handled a college curriculum but chose to work with hair because she loved the work and knew she could someday build a successful salon of her own. They found a commonality in so many areas: books, food, movies, music... Somewhere during the night, they realized that they were falling in love. The romance continued while they spent every hour possible together at Sandi's small apartment. Sandi graduated but was always attending seminars to expand her knowledge. He would let her practice some things on him. He always feared anything that might take away from his 'manliness' although no one could mistake him for a girl with the thick mat of hair growing all over his body. "I need to try some new setting patterns before I show up at the wedding and not know what I'm doing," she pleaded. "Your hair is long enough-- even longer than the bride and all but one of the bridesmaids. If I do a good job at this wedding, word of mouth will surely provide me with new customers and I definitely need the money." "I would feel like a fool. This is asking a lot!" he countered. "What's in it for me?" "You do me this favor and then you can ask me for a favor," she whispered in a deep sexy tone. She emphasized the future 'favor' by slowly rubbing her foot on his upper thigh. "What do I have to do?" The anticipation of exchanging 'favors' had tilted the discussion into her favor. "Do? You don't have to 'do' anything. You will just lie back and relax while I do all of the work. Just go into the bathroom and wash your hair and then use this conditioner," she said as she kissed him and pointed him down the hall. "And shave, kissing you feels like kissing a porcupine." Soon he found himself sitting in a dinette chair with Sandi lifting one section and then another of his hair. "I can't believe how uneven your hair is," she said while reaching for her scissors. "I'll need to straighten this out a little before I can really do anything with it." She used large hair clips to hold the bulk of his hair on top of his head while she methodically began trimming the long hair from his neck and working upward. As the clip was moved forward she continued to trim his hair until it was evenly cut and just touching his shoulders. With a twinkle in her eye, she combed the front of his hair forward before evenly cutting his bangs to where they ended about in the middle of his eyelids. The sides were slightly tapered back blending with the longer hair in the back. "Now, lets add a little pizzazz to this mop," she spoke as much to herself as to him. She combed a gel through his hair and then began placing large red plastic rollers in the hair on the top of his head. Smaller yellow and green roller were added to the sides and back with each one rolled upward. Johnny complained first that she was pulling all of his hair out, then that his back was sore from having to sit still in the straight back chair, and finally that someone could see him and he would never live it down. She closed the blinds on the only window in the kitchen as an accommodation to him. He continued to moan as she placed a hair net over the multitude of rollers before enclosing his head in a soft plastic bonnet that was attached to a portable hair dryer. "Come lie down on the couch and relax. You'll need to 'cook' for about an hour before you will be dry." She placed a pillow behind his back as he wiggled around on the couch to find a near prone position where the rollers wouldn't dig into his scalp. She sat on the couch beside him and began giving him a facial. He didn't complain because it was always a pleasant time when she would spend time gently rubbing and massaging the different creams and oils into his face. Johnny slowly awoke from the tickling feeling on his nose. "I must have fallen asleep," he yawned. "You must be a natural. Many women have a hard time falling asleep with their hair in rollers but you conked right out," she kidded. "I need to wash the sleep from my eyes. I can feel it on my lashes," he said, beginning to rise from the couch. "Let me take care of it." Sandi took a cotton swab and carefully cleaned the inside of his eye near his nose. "Now, come on back to the kitchen so I can see how the set took. I'll take a few pictures so you can choose your favorite for the next time you want to wear it up." "What kind of stuff did you massage into my face?" he asked. "My face feels really smooth but I'm not sure you got all of the junk off. Where's a mirror?" "Don't worry about a mirror. There's not one here in the kitchen and I want to take the curlers out of your hair unless you've grown too fond of them." Sandi led him to a chair and began removing the rollers. His hair sprang back into tight, evenly spaced curls. Without commenting, Sandi began to vigorously brush his hair in the same direction in which it had been rolled. For over a half an hour she alternately teased, picked, poked and pinned. She took her instamatic camera and pointed it at her beautifully coiffed boyfriend. "Wait a minute! I'm not comfortable with the thought of someone else possibly seeing pictures of me like this," he stated emphatically. Johnny was temporarily blinded by the flash. "I need to see how your hair looks later so I can duplicate my efforts which, if I can say so myself, are perfect," she declared while aiming the camera again from another angle. She fired off several shots before reaching in a paper sack and removing a large piece of lavender cloth. She began draping the cloth over his bare upper torso. Before Johnny could complain, she explained that she wanted to see how the bridesmaid dress material was going to look. Several more pictures were taken and the prints were set aside with the others taken previously. "OK, sweetheart, I'm a girl of my word," she purred. "If you will join me in bedroom, I think I can show how grateful I can be." "What about my hair? I can't go to bed with my hair like this." Sandi reached out and removed several pins. "Shake your head and it will all fall out," she lied. His hair flowed onto his shoulders in lovely undulating waves and curls. "Let me go into the bathroom and see," he said. "If you want me, take me now!" Johnny had never seen Sandi act so turned on. 'I better not wait,' he thought. Morning came all too quickly. The passion of the previous night had them both languishing in the quiet afterglow. Nothing in their past compared to the many times and many ways they had made love. It was as if Sandi's sexual appetite, although always good, could not be quenched. Johnny had all but forgotten the promise Sandi had made about returning "favors". The call of nature finally caused him to quietly slip from the bed into the bath. Washing his hands, he looked into the mirror. His eyes grew wide in disbelief for the face in the mirror was familiar, but not his. His eyes had been made somehow beautiful along with most of the rest of his face. Pink and lavender coloring was on both of his lids while his lashes had somehow grown fuller, longer, and darker. There seemed to be a hint of coloring on his lips. His skin looked somewhat smoother although his morning beard seemed to be erupting everywhere. His hair although somewhat disheveled looked twice as full and sort of sexy and wild...that is if were on top of a woman. "You should have seen the finished product before we messed it up last night." Sandi had slipped up behind him and now had her face buried in his hair while alternately whispering and licking his ear. He started to get angry and read her the riot act but her ministrations to his neck and his crotch appeased his anger as it quickly turned to lust. "Come on back to bed," she hoarsely whispered. "After all, a promise is a promise." The passion was as intense as the previous night although he felt somewhat self-conscious knowing that lingering traces of makeup remained on his face. His hair resembled that of a porno queen in the throes of passion. Despite these misgivings, he soon lost himself in the tenderness and fire of the moment. For months afterward, Sandi tried to recapture that evening as Johnny steadfastly refused. He was reticent to be of any help as her practice "dummy" and would only do so with severe "non-girly" restrictions and always near a mirror. After a while, Sandi ceased trying to change his mind. One year later, a week after Johnny graduated, they married. He took a low level starting position as a buyer for a retail clothing chain while she continued to advance at the salon 'learning while doing'. A Weighty Problem As his hair continued to disappear, his entire personal appearance started to suffer. His clothing became worn and ill fitting due in part to too many washings but mainly because of his enormous weight gain. "Why waste money buying new clothes. I'm about to go on a diet and lose a few pounds. Then, I'll buy some clothes." "A few pounds" was not going to get it as far a Sandi was concerned. Johnny's once well proportioned body was rapidly congregating in one primary location--his gut. At 5'8", he should weigh no more than 153 pounds to be considered in excellent health. Johnny had argued that the weight chart said he could weigh 195 pounds at his height. "Johnny that 195 pound mark is for someone with a large bone structure," she reasoned." "So, I've got a large frame." "Yeah, right, you wouldn't be considered 'large framed' even if you were looking at the women's chart. You should consider yourself lucky. We're the same height, and the chart says I should weigh 120 pounds. You are 15 pounds over the limit for a large framed man. You are about 60 pounds over what you should weigh and, if all life were fair and equal, you are 100 pounds heavier than what the chart says I should weigh...even though we are the same height and basically the same bone structure." "What in the world makes you think that my bone structure is like yours?" Johnny laughed. "I'm all man from the top of my bald head to the soles of my feet." "Let me borrow your watch," Sandi stated coolly. "Why? There are a dozen clocks you can see..." "Just give me the watch!" He handed her his Rolex and watched as she fastened it around her wrist. "Which hole do you close it in?" she asked. "Never mind, I see it's the third hole." She locked the watch in place and said, "It's a perfect fit...maybe just a little loose," she teased. Without waiting for his reply, she slipped her right foot into one of his loafers. "Ever wonder why I wear your old tennis shoes to knock around the yard?" It's because they fit as well as my own since we have the same size foot...a 9B if you're interested." "What are you driving at? I don't care if you borrow my shoes. Do you want a new watch?" Johnny let out an exasperated sigh. "Just tell me what you want!" "I want you to lose weight before it kills you just like being overweight killed your father. We've got more money than we can spend and so many good times ahead that I can't begin to fathom," she said calmly but determined. "So? What are you suggesting? Do you want me to go on a diet?" "I don't think it will help," she said. "I know a Doctor who was one of my clients at the salon. Mary, Dr. Mary Watson, told me a little about her work. She works in a clinic here in town as a plastic surgeon. She is also a brilliant research scientist. She told me that she was working on several things that I think would be of interest to you." "Such as?" he asked partly interested but mainly frustrated from what he felt was being read the riot act. "How about some medicine to help you lose weight? If you're not interested in that, how about a new drug that will cause you to regrow your hair?" "Yeah, yeah. If she had a medicine that really regrew hair she would be named man of the year, the wealthiest person in America, All American, Eagle Scout, first among equals..." "Well," Sandi interrupted. "We women aren't likely to lie for no good reason. If she says she has a breakthrough drug for regrowing hair, I believe her! She had no reason to try to impress me." "Why isn't she marketing it if it really works?" "She works for a very prestigious plastic surgery clinic and she makes a good living but she is young and hasn't been able to obtain enough money to test the drug to the satisfaction of the FDA. She has tried to find investors without much luck," Sandi stated looking him straight in the eye. "I have wanted to discuss her work with you to see if we might be interested in getting involved in financing her research. While we've been traveling, she might have found investors so this whole conversation may be pointless." Johnny considered for a moment and realized that acquiescing to his wife's desires would cause him no real pain and could lead to a great gain. "See if she is available to talk with us. She may not have a thing of interest to us but, then again, we could be a part of medical history." Let's Make A Deal "Well, Johnny and Sandi, that was one of the finest meals I have had in years" the doctor said as they sipped coffee. "I am afraid that with my work schedule and the short amount of time I devote to my research I'm left with precious little time to cook. I suspect my garbage men think I work part-time at the pizza delivery place and am taking home all of the leftovers." Sandi accepted the compliment graciously saying, "Our new apartment has a nice kitchen and I've always loved to cook. When we decide where we want to live, I will insist on our house having a gourmet kitchen where I can be creative." "Speaking of being creative, I have been unable to find another hairdresser with half of your talent since you retired," Doctor Mary kidded. "If I weren't so happy for your success, I could hold a real grudge against you for leaving me without anyone who can make me beautiful." Johnny laughed to himself. Mary was a stunningly beautiful woman. He estimated her height to be around 5'10" in her stocking feet. Her chestnut brown hair flowed around a face that could easily be mistaken as a cover girl's. As for all of the pizza she claimed to eat, she must have one Hell of a metabolism for he couldn't see any part of her body that could possibly be hiding any unwanted fat. In a word: perfection. He wondered if all of her beauty was natural or if plastic surgeons traded out working on each other. Johnny began, "You think you have bad hair days Dr. Watson, just imagine my dismay when I can't find a clean bath cloth to comb mine." "Please Johnny, call me Mary. I appreciate your respect for my title but Sandi has known me since I was an intern as just Mary. I hope you will do the same." "OK, 'just Mary' it is," he said. Mary smiled appreciatively stating, "As for your succession of bad hair days, I believe that was one of the main purposes of this evening. If the two of you are truly interested in my research, I would love to share some of my findings." "Please go on. Although I can't promise that we will be willing to invest, I know from a purely selfish point of view that I'm interested," he said while rubbing his bald head. "You have heard of Propecia, right?" The couple nodded knowingly. "And Minoxodil has been on the market long enough that I am sure you are acquainted with it," she continued. "I tried Minoxodil before the big lotto but for the limited results I was achieving, I couldn't justify the cost each month." Johnny interjected. "Of course the price has dropped and we are a little better off now." Mary smiled and said, "Men seem to go bald roughly in proportion to their age. About 20% of men in their 20's have hair loss, 30% of men in their 30's and so forth. There are however a percentage of men in their 80's and 90's who still have a full head of hair. My research began wondering why these men never lost their hair." "What I discovered was that these men had a gene that was slightly different than other men in how it caused their body to incorporate an enzyme which changes testosterone into dihydrotestosterone." "I've never heard of di...dihy..." interrupted Johnny. The perplexed look on his face caused Mary to smile. "Dihydrotestosterone," she answered. "Because it such a mouth full to pronounce, most people refer to it as DHT." "So what is the purpose of DHT?" he asked. "From what we know right now, DHT is basically a nuisance, offering little or no redeeming value. On the negative side it causes, or contributes to, enlarged prostates, hardening of the arteries, and male pattern baldness. The only thing even remotely positive about it is that it promotes lubrication to the skin, aids in beard growth and body hair patterning. If a man didn't desire a beard and would use a moisture lotion occasionally, then DHT can be considered void of value." Sandi asked, "So would eliminating this DHT have any effects on a grown man? Would he lose his beard or would his body change without this substance?" "I don't believe there would be any changes that most men wouldn't gladly embrace. They would have a lesser chance of heart problems and prostate cancer. My theory is that any changes that occurred on the outside would be welcomed--namely the regrowth of a full head of hair." Mary continued, "My theory is that any negative changes could be offset by concentrating all of the changes to the scalp. For fun, I call my theory The Sampson Syndrome. I believe that as long as the man refrains from cutting his hair during the treatment period all of the energy of change will concentrate there." "In theory?" Johnny asked skeptically. "You mean you just think that's what will happen?" "Johnny, my theory is more than a guess," the young doctor said. "I have been able to isolate the enzyme and have been able to 'turn it off', as it were, in computer simulation. What the computer can't predict is if this works in all cases and just how much hair will be regrown. To figure that out, I will need to test the treatment on balding men." "I can understand how some men might be lucky enough to have a gene that prevents this conversion to DHT but once hair is gone what makes you think you can make it come back?" he questioned. Mary explained, "The old saying of 'dead is dead' doesn't apply to human hair which has different growing stages. Even in a person with the thickest head of hair, there is a constant loss of hair. Look at one of your wife's brushes and try to count all of the hairs left behind after a brushing. The reason you don't notice it is that new hair is constantly taking the place of the hair that is lost. While some hair follicles are growing others are in a resting mode. With bald men, the resting mode lasts so much longer than normal that as hair falls out there is not enough active follicles to replace the one that have fallen out." "I know the drug I have created works. I've tested it on laboratory mice, chimps, and of course on the computer. You can't believe how fast the hair was growing on those mice and chimps. While I know intellectually it will work, I can't begin to think about marketing until I complete carefully documented field tests. There is so much money to be made from this discovery that every major drug company is doing similar research. I am afraid to be too public with my finding for fear that some industrial espionage might take place. A major drug manufacturer could steal my research and then have the money to complete the tests with money left over to fight any legal means I might try to prove that the findings were mine." "In what way can we help with your research?" Sandi asked. "In two ways" Mary answered. "The first is financial. My lifestyle is not extravagant but I do have ongoing monthly obligations of about $4.000.00 per month. I make considerably more than that now but after paying my bills and paying for my research assistant, another $3,000.00 per month, I only have a few thousand per month to plow back into the research." "How much money do you feel it will take to bring this to fruition?" asked Johnny in a somewhat skeptical vein. Mary explained, "Perhaps five million to bring it to a point where it can be marketed. We then sell the formula for an enormous amount of money plus a piece of the future sales. My research into the financial end of this endeavor indicates that the drug companies will easily pay $500 million or more over a period of years." "Five million becomes 500 million..."Johnny smiled. "I believe that's better than most CD rates." "Beyond the financial is a personal benefit to you, Johnny. Within a matter of months you could have a head of hair thicker than you've ever had in your life and the testing would be perfectly permissible with the FDA because you would be listed as a full partner in the company and a fellow researcher," Mary added sinking the hook. Ladies Choice To keep their money working while the research progressed, they had agreed to explore opening a clinic exclusively for women offering plastic surgery and world class pampering. The clinic would be able to produce a steady income as well as provide a location for Mary's research. Agreements were signed and plans were made. While Mary moved to close down her current working relationships with the other plastic surgeons for whom she worked, Johnny began arranging for facilities to house the work. His favorite discovery was a large estate in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Although impractical for their needs, he felt compelled to show the location to Sandi and Mary. Although somewhat neglected, the estate showed enormous natural beauty. The rear of the main house looked down upon a large private lake which reflected the snow capped peaks of the majestic mountain range in the distance. The grounds showed a sculptured beauty even after years of neglect. Formal and natural gardens were connected by cobblestone paths. Several paths flowed down the hills to a large wooden dock and boathouse. The lake was a brilliant blue and clear to the bottom. A mountain stream fell several hundred feet to the lakes surface creating an incredible rainbow in the mist. Architects and interior designers were hired to evaluate the building for possible conversion to a clinic/spa. Although the alterations needed would be costly, the final drawings showed a magnificent structure with the feel of a home, the comfort of a world class spa, with a state of the art laboratory and hospital facilities. The facility could easily facilitate the needs of 30 clients. A smaller house near the lake could be renovated to provide luxurious accommodations for Sandi and Johnny. All of the partners agreed to purchase the property and immediately began the construction work needed to bring their vision unto reality. A best case scenario would have the clinic open by the following fall. They would use the 10 months to equip the clinic, publicize their opening, and work on Mary's hair growth findings. Johnny had been trying to follow the diet prescribed by Mary and monitored by his ever pestering wife. He would strictly follow the plan as long as Sandi was around but would stray whenever he went to town for supplies or to just "get away". Consequently, he would lose four pounds and then gain three...lose three and gain two. After two months of supervising the clinic's initial construction and the setting up of the computer and communications systems, he had lost a grand total of five pounds. He was 55 pounds short of the ideal weight for a man of his bone structure. He now weighed 205 pounds. Losing 55 pound would get him back to his "fighting weight"--the 150 pounds he carried when he fought Golden Gloves. One persistent problem was meeting members of the construction crew at a local ice house on Friday evenings. The meetings were suppose to review the work done that week and schedule the work for the next. In reality, 20 minutes of planning was followed by 3 hours of beer drinking and joke telling. The grand opening of Ladies Choice, the chosen name for the clinic, was still nine months in the future. All of the equipment had been purchased and some had been installed. The staff had been interviewed and offered positions. The new staff would be arriving two weeks prior of opening for orientation. Most importantly, the clinic would be at 75% capacity only a few days after opening. Mary's reputation as a fine cosmetic surgeon and the advanced publicity of the new luxurious spa combined to insure a rousing initial success. The key to long term success was pampering the women patients so well that they would come back as well as tell as many others as possible. Johnny and Sandi had obligated themselves financially to start "Ladies Choice" and to provide capital for the operation until it could begin turning a profit. Of course, the big payoff was when Mary could devote most of her time to testing her discovery and proving she could grow hair on bald men. The testing at this point would be limited to Johnny. Mary would do the research and set up the medical end of the clinic until she could find and train others to take her position with the day to day operation of Ladies Choice. Johnny would supervise the administrative work and Sandi would develop a world class beauty salon and spa. Mary had suggested that Johnny should allow her to perform liposuction around his stomach to remove his "beer gut", "love handles", and his face to leave him with "one chin instead of the several you have now". She explained that for four weeks following surgery, Johnny would need to constantly wear a "support" around his waist to insure smooth lines from the procedure. He would also need to wear a device to hold his chin up until it too had set. His hair was already starting to fill in nicely. You could barely see any of his scalp. The hair on top of his head had burst through the surface and was already over an inch long. The hair on the sides and back of his head had grown at a break-neck pace to the point he had begun gathering it into a low pony tail. His construction buddies couldn't see the remarkable growth because he constantly wore a baseball cap while he worked at the clinic and at their Friday night "planning sessions". Sandi had followed Mary's instructions to the letter. She only trimmed a maximum of a quarter inch of hair at a time and then only once a week. His hair seemed to be growing about 3/4" per week. Subtract the 1/4" she removed each Friday and Johnny would be netting about 1/2" of uncuttable growth per week. Not so much at the beginning but Sandi had done the calculations...Johnny had not. In a year's time, Johnny's hair would fall to the middle of his back. Sandi didn't mention her calculations to Johnny. "He'll figure it out sooner or later" she reasoned. She figured she would have to braid his hair like Willie Nelson did or "perhaps he could wear it up again like when he was my 'practice dummy'". Johnny figured that with his new thickening hair, a new waist and chin might be a good motivation for staying on the diet. With the initial construction coming to an end along with the "planning sessions", he knew he could lose all of his extra weight in a few months. He thought he might join a gym in town...lift a few weights...maybe do some sparring in the ring... Mary gave Johnny a complete physical before the scheduled surgery. She checked and measured every part of his body. She took blood and urine samples. She left him alone with a Playboy magazine for him to provide a sperm sample. After she collected the test tube, she analyzed the results and found his sperm count to be very good. She placed the test tube in a special freezing container for future use if needed. Johnny would initiate the new operating room. It was the first room to become completely functional. He arrived, changed into the obligatory gown (pink, of course, since the clinic would only have female patients in the future) and laid on the gurney as directed by Mary. Charlotte would serve as Mary's nurse and assistant. A bright young female doctor would be serving as the anesthesiologist. She would be Mary's first hire when the clinic opened. Mary had explained upon recruiting her "She's talented, has great surgical skills but is interested in learning more. In all modesty, she thinks she could learn a great deal from me". Johnny liked Dr. Karen Baxter from the beginning. She was very small, only about 5'1" tall which made Johnny feel bigger than his 5'8". She had a good sense of humor and would laugh at his jokes. Most importantly, she treated Johnny with the respect that the financier of the place where she would be working deserved. Johnny didn't care for Charlotte at all, although he tried his best to hide his feelings because she was such a trusted and valuable assistant for Mary. At Mary's suggestion, Charlotte would receive 2% of whatever the formula sold for as well as all future residuals. Thus, they knew she would always have the partnerships best interest in mind since her 2% would likely translate into 10's of millions. Charlotte didn't make Johnny feel taller--she stood nearly 6 foot tall and she could be described as a handsome woman...at best. Her short hair and lack of makeup made her look almost like a man. Johnny figured her sexual preference was none of his business although he felt she was unfriendly with him just because he was a male, pure and simple. He had long ago quit trying to ingratiate himself with Charlotte. She didn't laugh at his jokes, followed his suggestions only if they fit her mood, and could care less that he had provided the money needed to build this clinic and research a new treatment that could make all of them rich beyond anyone's dreams. Charlotte last spoke to Johnny a few days before his surgery. He was busy organizing a billing system on the computer but took time to try to explain to her how to requisition supplies. "You take care of your secretarial duties," she said scornfully, "and I'll take care of ordering my supplies. This may be new to you but I've been running nursing staffs since you were still in knee pants. I'll do my job and you try to do yours!" Almost everyone was ready to go. Johnny lay on the gurney to be wheeled to the operating room. Charlotte had inserted the I.V. into his vein (none to gently). Mary and Sandi stood by his bed giving his last minute information and support. "Remember, the procedures we are doing today are only meant to jump start your dieting," Mary stated as she checked the I.V. bottle that led to Johnny's left arm. "The liposuction we are performing will help you feel better about the way you look but you still will need to stay on a strict diet to complete the weight loss." Johnny lay somewhat is a euphoric mood. The pills he took earlier had made him feel real good. He didn't even care about what Mary was saying. He didn't care about anything. Mary inserted the needle into the I.V. tube and the last thing he remembered was Sandi gently kissing his cheek and saying, "I can't wait to see the new you." Mary pulled the gown he was wearing open and exposed his torso. "Who was supposed to prep this patient? His stomach area needs to be shaved," she said, forgetting for a moment that they only had a skeleton staff. "I would have as much luck trying to perform liposuction of a bear!" Sandi giggled. "You remember what he looked like before he began taking the hair medicine. I bet he's lost a quarter to a third of his body and facial hair. I swear, he still feels like you're snuggling up to a wool coat. I wish more of his body hair would disappear." She sighed for a moment and added, "After you shave him it's only going to be worse...it'll be like sleeping with a porcupine with stubble." Mary considered for a moment. "I have an idea," she began. "Instead of shaving his torso, why don't I use the new laser epilator? If we set it on a low setting we can stun the hair root to the point that some of the hair will not grow back. Most of the long hair on his torso can be removed now. Some of it will just fall out. The rest can be waxed away. The regrowth will be smaller in number and finer in texture. He'll still have a male's body hair pattern but it'll be more like a human male than a gorilla." Sandi was overjoyed. "Oh, Mary, that would be great! What about his face? The whiskers are too short to wax." "No problem," Mary reassured. "As he is shaving the next few days, many of the hairs will just let go from the roots and be pulled out. He'll think that he is just getting a close shave. In about a month, the regrowth will begin but it should be a little lighter." "This month will be so nice," Sandi said, the smile almost reaching from ear to ear. The smile lessened as she added, "I hope he's not too sore from the liposuction. I could easily get used to a man with smooth skin, if you catch my drift." "OK then, so the laser it will be. I'll do the laser work then you can wax him. We'll then take him into the operating room to do the cosmetic work," Mary said. "Does that sound O.K. to you?" Sandi started heading towards the door. "I'll go get my waxing supplies while you get started. While I'm waxing him, you can take a break for about an hour. Does that sound fine with you?" "That sounds good to me, Sandi," Mary said and then turned to Johnny. "Does that sound OK with you? If not, speak now or forever hold you peace." Johnny laid motionless in a deep sleep. The doctor reached for the laser head and gave instructions to her nurse. "Charlotte, set the machine at 3. That setting should stun some of the hair and give Sandi some relief for a few weeks," she laughed. Charlotte turned the intensity knob to 9. 'Let's see if this gives even better results. Maybe this will burn some of the macho out of him along with the hair,' she thought to herself. "Ready, Doctor" she stated. "It's a good thing he's not awake," she continued. "I don't believe he could handle even a level three without crying like a baby." "You may be right," Mary said as she began the procedure. "The technician who demonstrated it for me used a level 3 to remove the hair on my lower legs. I had to apply a local analgesic and then wait an hour before I felt comfortable. It has taken four treatments at that level but I haven't had to shave in over six months." "Could you have accomplished the same results in fewer sessions at a higher setting?" Charlotte inquired as she watch the puffs of white smoke trail up from Johnny's chest as the laser mowed a path through a thick patch of hair. "Too much pain!" Mary said as she continued working. "They would have had to knock me out for any higher setting. You know, this is amazing as to how well the machine is working! As you know, the best results are on dark hair on light skin. For a blond, it's really strange that his body hair is so dark. It's perfect for laser removal. The dark hair is absorbing all of the energy without irritating the skin." Mary continued moving the device over Johnny's entire chest and stomach. She stopped near his groin and then smiled. "Oh, what the Hell," she said to Charlotte. "Some of my former patients paid over a thousand dollars just to have their bikini line done. I'll just throw this in for free," she said as she shaped an inverted triangle just above his manhood. "I'll just tell him that it needed to be removed for the liposuction." Mary moved to his face carefully removing the blue-black beard. She worked up each side of his cheeks completely treating his sideburns all the way to his hairline. "Elvis has left the building!" she joked. "Mutton chop side burns only looked good on 'The King'." Mary and Charlotte rolled the ever sleeping Johnny onto his stomach and began to remove the hair on his entire back and butt. Sandi returned as they were nearing completion. "Wow, that thing is amazing," she said as she admired her husband's denuded back. "It won't take me long to wax away the residue." Sandi was thrilled at the notion that her spouse would soon be so much nicer to hold. "Mary, could you do his arms too? He looks like he wearing sweater sleeves." "If that's what you want," Mary replied as she began passing over his left hand. "I guess I can justify it by removing the fat from his triceps area." A short time later, Johnny lay sleeping on his stomach while his wife prepared to wax away the remainder of his male body hair. Only Charlotte realized just how much of the hair she was waxing away was completely dead. Sandi couldn't wait for the surgery to be completed so she could lovingly massage an array of moisturizing creams into his denuded skin. The surgery proceeded pretty much as planned. Mary spent extra time working around his waist to insure she removed every possible fat cell. Without all of the fat, Johnny's waist went from 36" to 32". A woman's corset was wrapped around his bandaged waist. It started just below his breasts and extended down to the top of his hips. The top looked like a woman's strapless foundation piece with the cups cut away. As the laces were tightened, the excess fat on his chest migrated towards the open cups giving him the appearance of having a woman's breasts. His waist was reduced another four inches. "If we can keep this on him for a couple of weeks, his waist will form up firm and will stay close to this size when the pressure is released," Mary explained to Sandi who had insisted on observing the procedure. She had even lent a hand in tightening the corset to the current size. "One thing for sure," Mary continued. "He had better stick to his diet like gravy sticks to rice. With no fat tissue in his waist, any future weight gain could easily end up here on his chest. He could end up with a chest like Raquel Welch if he put on enough weight." "Now, that would be the perfect motivator for 'Mr. Macho' here!" Sandi said from beneath her surgical mask. None of the other three women present could see the smile on her lips. "If every pound he gained back ended up in his breasts and butt, I'm sure he would be reading the fat and calorie count in tap water!" "I'm sure you're right," Mary agreed. "I suppose developing a feminine figure would scare the hell out of most men." "It sure would make life easier for me. Trying to keep him on a diet is very frustrating. He says he wants to lose weight but his actions are exactly the opposite," Sandi replied. "There is one option... but I am a little hesitant...although I suppose... the effects are only temporary...it could be a great motivator..." Mary's words faded away into thought. "Mary, what are you mumbling about?" Sandi asked. "Something about temporary or something?" "There is an injection used with girls with eating disorders like anorexia. The way it works is that it is given in the areas where you want weight gain to concentrate. If, for example, we give them the injections in the breasts and then monitor their eating, we can direct a percentage of their weight gain to their breasts," Mary explained. "I can understand that," Sandi replied trying to understand the ramifications of Mary's statements. "Is the idea that most teenage girls with eating disorders are more concerned about gaining weight in their butts and stomachs but not so concerned about larger breasts?" "Exactly!" Mary replied as she began inserting the liposuction tube in the area under Johnny's jaw and chin removing the excess fat. "The effects are somewhat temporary in nature," Mary continued to explain. "The dosages vary according to their strength. For example a 6/1 would cause one pound in 6 gained to go directly to the breasts. Conversely, if that eating disorder patient were to start losing weight, she would have to lose 5 pounds before the losing one pound in the breasts." "What do you mean 'temporary in nature'?" Sandi asked hoping that Johnny's weight loss motivation had been discovered. "Since most anorexia patients are young females, we only know how the treatment works with them," Mary said as she asked for a scalpel. "I think I'll do a partial facelift while he's out. There's so much extraneous skin on his neck where I removed all of the fat, I'll just make a couple of incisions behind the ears and pull the skin taut before cutting away the excess." "Yes, that does look better," Sandi said agreeing with Mary's work. "Back to what you were saying..." "Oh, sorry my attention was on what I was doing," Mary apologized. "Anyway, the injections seem to last for about six months at which point the normal female tendency to gain weight in the butt and breasts seems to take over. That is, of course, if the patients weight is sufficient for her hormones to take effect." "Many girls with eating disorders put so much stress on their systems that their body refuses to produce the female hormones needed. With proper treatment and some weight gain, the endocrine system kicks in and the hormones take the place of the injections". "What happens if their hormones never kick in?" asked Sandi. "In those cases the body begins burning fat all over at the same rate as before," Mary answered as she finished suturing the last small incision behind her sleeping patient's ear. "So, let me get this straight. You give these girls injections to make their boobs grow so that they will get a better self image and try to gain weight," Sandi summarized. "So if you give thin girls this drug so they will learn to love their bodies and gain weight, wouldn't it be as least as effective for an overweight man who doesn't think he needs to lose weight?" Sandi continued. "Wouldn't the temporary embarrassment be worth him losing dangerous weight if the results would only be temporary?" "I see what you are driving at, Sandi," Mary smiled. "Since he doesn't have any female hormones to sustain the growth.....I suppose....yeah, it should work..." Again, Mary's mind was working much faster than her mouth. "Sandi, can you live with a man, who in all likelihood, could develop breasts as large, or possibly larger than yours?" the Doctor asked. "If it would help him be healthier, you bet!" Sandi affirmed. She looked down at the protrusions in the front of the surgical scrubs she was wearing and sighed. "Then it's settled" Mary stated and then turned to Charlotte saying "Please go into the lab and prepare the fat attracting solution. Take the concentrate and mix 1 part concentrate to 8 parts saline solution. Prepare 45 cc's. I believe an 8 to 1 ratio would do the trick for the next 3 months or so." Charlotte left the surgical team behind and went to the lab. She placed the fat attracting solution and saline before her on the work area. With a snicker, she reached for a large bottle of injectable estrogen. Within minutes she was making her way back to the operating suite. The concoction she carried looked the same as it should but her proportions were for a 2 to 1 ratio, a large but safe long-term dose of estrogen and the saline solution as the base. This concoction insured more than three month effectiveness. Mary empties two 3cc syringes in and around each breast. The remaining solution was injected into Johnny's butt and hips in a sort of tapering pattern. "Something tells me your husband is going to be in for quite a shock when he awakens and then for some time to come," Dr. Karen remarked for the first time since the procedures began. "Yeah, quite some time to come," Charlotte mumbled to herself.