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The Sampson Syndrome V Joining the Pink Collar Set The day sped by with no one questioning Johnny's appearance. Only Sandi, Mary and Charlotte knew his secret. Charlotte shocked him by praising his looks and how much everyone appreciated his sacrifices for the good of the business. He was startled by her kind words. Her greatest praise for him up to that point was that he didn't "screw things up as bad as most men". His hair continued to annoy him throughout the day. It seemed that every time he bent over to use his computer or to look at papers on his desk, his long, free-flowing hair would fall from behind his shoulders and obstruct his vision. Sandi had planned this well. She could have easily put his hair in an "up" professional look or back in a pony tail but she wanted him to contend with flipping his hair back constantly until it became an automatic feminine action. Perhaps, she would have a solution to offer in a day or so. His greatest fear was unfounded. No one outside of his immediate associates ever suspected he was a male. On the contrary, Johnny became exasperated with all of the men treating him like a woman. No, not treating him like a woman, but rather treating him like a sex object or like a helpless little girl. The construction workers left him alone. They had been well trained by their supervisor to not bother the ladies unless that staff member spoke to them. Several of the men went out of their way to introduce themselves and offer "Jeanette" any help that they might be capable of giving. Johnny had spent many "planning sessions" with these same men listening to them brag about the women they had "pleased" and how they would like to do this or that to some single woman they saw at the bar where they used to meet. He realized that now lf he entered that bar, "Jeanette" could be the center of their conversation and the sexual fantasies they held for "her". The salesmen were even worse. The first company rep that Johnny met that morning was an older man. He was quite smooth in his salesmanship but really aggravated Johnny by asking if her boss were available so they could "talk turkey" regarding the sale. Johnny assured this relic of the 1950's that he was the one making the decisions. After countless "little ladies", "let me know if I'm confusing you", and "you sure are a cute little thing", Johnny told the man that he would get back to him at a later date. Johnny refused to buy his product even though it was one he needed. He decided he would rather take his chances with another company. Another salesman began flirting immediately until Johnny reminded him that he didn't care how much the man was looking forward to seeing his "pretty face in the future". The salesman could take his company on down the line unless he could promise an additional 15% off on 30 day net terms. Most of the other salesmen and company reps treated him with respect. Johnny did notice that the best reps were women or younger men. The women felt comfortable dealing with another member of their gender and the young men didn't have the same problems that older salesmen had dealing with a woman of authority. Johnny made a lot of progress for his first day back despite the way he looked. Supplies and equipment were purchased and the computers were quickly being brought up to date. Soon he would have to hire additional office staff. With the prospect of having to dress as a woman for the next six months or more, he knew he could not delay hiring additional staff until he changed back to his old male self. He worried that people he would work with daily for the next half year would not buy into the story that "Jeanette" left work on Friday and her brother "Johnny" takes over the job on Monday. Sandi interrupted his thoughts when she entered his office at the close of the work day. He flipped the hair from his eyes with a sweep of his head. "How way your first day on the job, Jeanette?" Sandi asked. "A few problems but nothing I couldn't handle," he answered again twisting his neck to swing his hair back out of his eyes. The action had become so normal during the day he almost forgot to complain. "My biggest problem has been keeping my hair out of my eyes." "You seem to be handling it well but if it is a bother I could style it so it won't be constantly falling forward," Sandi announced. "I could fix it for you tonight if you are interested." Set 'em Up When they arrived at the salon, both were shocked to see a pretty young woman looking into the closed room. "May I help you?" Sandi asked startling the stranger. "I was hoping that Mrs. North was still here," she replied. "I had an appointment with her this afternoon but my plane was delayed and I had packed the phone number here in my suitcase and couldn't call to reschedule." "You must be Judy. I'm Sandi North and this is my sister Jeanette." "Hello. I hope you will forgive me for being late and still let me interview for the position when it is convenient for you," Judy pleaded. "There is no need to apologize for something out of your control. Why don't you come in? I going to do my sister's hair tonight and while she is changing into a smock, we can talk some." Sandi was thrilled by Judy's arrival because she knew her husband would remain quieter in the presence of this new woman. He would be hesitant to question what she was about to do for fear of giving away his secret. She planned to play the circumstances for all it was worth. Johnny was impressed with the progress made in the salon during his absence. The mirrors that were missing during his first visit were in place and made the salon look twice as large. Silk flowers and live plants were in abundance. Sandi handed Johnny a smock and a pair of matching open toe sandals and told him to go into an adjacent room to change clothes. He wanted to protest but didn't dare with Judy present. As he moved towards the changing area, he heard Sandi explaining to Judy that her sister had to wear only high heels for the foreseeable future due to an accident and that the sandals she had provided were different than the normal salon shoes their clients would wear. He heard Judy reply that she was sorry for Jeanette's accident but the therapy wouldn't bother her since she preferred wearing heels almost exclusively anyway. Johnny could hear the muffled conversation of the two women from inside the changing area but could not make out their words. He removed his boots, jeans, hose and sweater top but left on the remainder of his lingerie. He slipped into the smock which was a combination of a wrapped dress and a toga ending at mid-thigh. The smock was fuchsia and cut low in the front to where his bra was almost visible. The cleavage that the sweater had concealed was very evident. As he slipped his feet into the sandals he noticed the polish on his toes was badly chipped. 'Hopefully, it will all chip off soon!' he thought. When he reentered the salon he heard Sandi. "So that's what you can do," she was saying to Judy. "Jeanette, have a seat at the shampoo station and I'll wash your hair," Sandi instructed. His wife smiled as she noted how Johnny carefully sat in the reclining chair while being sure to maintain his modesty in the short dress. He sat with his head resting over the rim of the shampoo sink while Sandi started spraying warm water on his hair. She soon was working the shampoo into a thick lather. She chosed that moment to explain what else would be happening to him that evening. "Judy seems to have the qualifications for being our manicurist," Sandi began. Johnny opened his eyes to see the young woman standing slightly behind his wife. "I had planned on having her do one of the other hairdresser's nails today but they are all gone for the day so she has agreed to renew your nails and give you a fresh pedicure as a display of her talents. I explained to her that with your recuperation and just starting back to work that you haven't had the opportunity to get back to your normal manicurist". "My 'normal" manicurist," he grumbled inwardly. "I've only been to one and she took me completely by surprise!" He was surprised to find his hair had already grown out enough that, while wet, it hung several inches beneath his shoulders. His wife was waiting as he took a seat in the styling chair. A rolling dolly sat beside the chair filled with an assortment of strange rollers with elastic bands attached. He asked Sandi what she planned to do. She explained that she was fixing his hair so it would be more manageable. He would have preferred a more in depth explanation but was deterred with Judy present. She was already removing the polish from his fingernails. Sandi began placing roller after roller in his damp hair. He noticed that each roller was no larger than his pinky finger. He figured she might use over a hundred at the rate she was going. He wanted to ask the reason for so many but he was distracted as Judy began clipping away his long nails. After six weeks of wearing the extensions, he felt his hands looked strange without the additional length. He needed not worry. His head was completely covered with small gray rollers. Sandi took a roll of cotton and wrapped his head just beneath the rollers. He turned his attention back to the young woman working at removing the last of his false nails. He figured his wife had finished doing whatever she was attempting. Sandi returned with a squeeze bottle filled with liquid. As she began soaking each tightly wound curler with the liquid, he notice the foul odor. Again his protest went without voice. Johnny was led to a dryer chair where he began to bake for 30 minutes. The noise of the dryer made hearing the conversation between the two women difficult if not impossible. He could only hear occasional words or phrases but not enough to make sense of what was being said. He heard "latest technology" "incredibly strong", "permanent color", "not without a special diamond wheel", "biweekly fill". Something about the dryer's incessant hum began making him drowsy and despite his fears of falling asleep under the circumstances, he did. Johnny was awakened by his wife who led him back to the sinks. His roller covered head was thoroughly rinsed until all of the solution had been removed. Sandi applied a second liquid into his wound hair. This one smelled a little better...but not much. After about fifteen minutes, his hair was again rinsed before the curlers were removed. Sandi led him back to the styling chair. A sharp intake of breath signaled to Sandi that her husband had noticed his hair. The profusion of tight ringlets was almost too much for him to take. Sandi interrupted his thoughts before he could voice his protest. "Now that we have some body, I'll tame these curls a bit and give you a new style suitable for the office and more." "More?" he silently pondered. Sandi began installing different rollers into his hair. These were larger than the gray ones, about as big around as a nickel. His attention was interrupted as Judy took his hand. For the first time, he noticed his nails. Johnny assumed that Judy was nearly finished. He noted that each nail was perfectly oval and extended at least a quarter inch farther than his previous sculptured ones. These were an even 1/2 inch past his fingertips. He assumed that she had already applied the red polish since each nail was a matte red. The two coats of clear top coat made the new nails sparkle like jewels. Sandi began wrapping a large pink net around his curlers and led him again to the dryer. Judy was waiting with a large container of warm water and oils. She indicated that she would do "Jeanette's" pedicure now while "she" dried. After 45 minutes, Judy finished leaving Johnny with 10 beautifully polished red toe nails. Sandi examined the nails on his hands and feet and gave Judy a large smile and thumbs up. The roar of the dryer still hindered his ability to monitor the two women's conversation again leaving him with only hearing occasional words and phrases. He recognized "unbreakable", "nail biting". "break a tooth", "foul tasting", and "see you for the grand opening". Judy lowered her mouth close to Johnny's ear and said, "Thanks for allowing me to work on you. I wish I could stay around longer to see your new hairdo. See you soon." And then, she was gone. Sandi checked her husband's hair and declared it almost dry. "Your hair will need some additional time to dry. I think I'll leave the rollers in overnight so that you will look your very best in the morning." "In the morning!" he demanded, now able to freely speak without Judy present. Sandi smiled as she observed that his voice sounded very feminine even in an agitated state. She was pleased that the combination of the voice elevating solution she had been adding to his mouthwash and the constant reinforcement of his need to speak in a higher pitch were having dramatic results. Sandi correctly assumed that Johnny couldn't speak in his former range even if he tried. "Yes, in the morning," she replied. "Your hair is so long and thick that if you continue sitting under the dryer you could damage your hair long before it is complexly dry. Letting it finish drying naturally overnight is better." He had a miserable night trying to sleep in rollers for the first time. Even the extra pillow Sandi offered was of little help. Every jab of a roller or pull of hair reminded him that he was in a position unique for most men and particularly troublesome for him. New Day - New Look Just as Johnny had finally fallen asleep, Sandi kissed him on the cheek telling him it was time to get up. The smell of the cup of coffee she had brought helped him open his eyes. The pinch of a roller reminded him that last night was more than a nightmare. Sandi produced a plastic shower cap and pointed her husband towards the bathroom. "Be careful about getting your hair wet," she warned. When he finished bathing, he found Sandi had already laid out his uniform for the day. A beautifully tailored pink woman suit lay on the bed. "I want to wear pants again today!" he demanded. "All the girls are dressing nice today," she explained. He started to object to being lumped with "all the girls". Sandi continued, "There is a possibility that a television program might do a feature about Ladies Choice. We all have to look our professional best." He wanted to argue that he could simply avoid the television people and that he had too much work to do to bother with them anyway. Still, his wife insisted he wear what she had chosen including his genital coverings to "keep you in the right mood". Lacy, pale pink panties and matching bra began the process. He wore silk thigh high stockings with just a hint of a pink tint. The 4" opened toe pumps matched the color of the suit perfectly. Sandi directed him to put on a robe and join her downstairs for more coffee. When he met her in the kitchen, he noticed that Sandi had brushes, combs, hair spray, and cosmetics sitting on the breakfast table. She told him to sit opposite her so she could "do" his face. Normally she applied his makeup at the vanity in their bedroom always instructing him on what she was doing and why. He didn't object to doing it here instead because he always hated seeing himself being made beautiful in the vanity mirror. At least now, he wouldn't be forced to watch his unmanning. The makeup proceeded as usual although she seemed to take at least as much time despite the fact she wasn't constantly stopping to show Johnny how to accomplish what she was doing and having him try it upon himself. When she was satisfied with her endeavors, Sandi turned her attention to the rollers in his hair. Funny, he thought, he had almost forgotten they were there. Johnny felt the rollers being removed and immediately noticed that the hair seemed to hug his scalp. Sandy began running her fingers through his hair gently breaking the curls apart. She used the hair pick to help lift his hair in places and to occasional tease a section a bit. He noticed she was looking at the clock as she made small refinements. The phone rang in the kitchen. Sandi told her husband to sit still until she finished. Johnny heard one side of the conversation. "They weren't supposed to be here until ten...Oh, important press conference...only have two hours...No! I'm not dressed...Yes, she is...I'll get there as soon as I can...Bye!" Sandi hurried back to the kitchen table and made one more quick adjustment before she began using the hair spray very liberally. "We have a problem at the clinic," she began as she worked. "The television crew is already there and wants to begin touring the facility." "Is Mary going to meet with them?" he asked. "She was planning on leading the tour but she won't be back from town until ten and they have to catch a plane back to New York for some important press conference this evening" Sandi replied. "Well, I guess Charlotte will have to show them around until you can get ready" he deduced. "Get real!" Sandi retorted. "Charlotte is a very capable head of nursing, but do you really think she could make the right impression. This television show will give us millions of dollars of free publicity!" "Well, who's left...." he hesitated "No! No! No! Not me!" "Come on, Jeanette. They want to see someone in management. I'm sure they would prefer to see Mary but you are our only choice. I'll relieve you as soon as I can". "Have a heart! It's bad enough that the staff and the construction crew think I'm a woman" he pleaded. "Until I can change back, I know the clients will think I am a woman but having the whole country think I'm a woman is just too much to ask!" "Don't worry" Sandi soothed. "They just want someone to show them around. I'm sure that Mary will be the only one that ends up on screen. You can show them around, can't you?" He knew he was defeated. Sandi helped him into the pink suit coat and handed him a matching pink shoulder purse stuffed with all of his identification and essentials. "I'll see you soon" she said as she rushed him through the door. Lights!-Camera!-Action! Two women and a cameraman were waiting when Johnny entered the office. His secretary introduced the visitors as Donna Austin, producer of Woman's World, the on air personality Andrea Stephens, and the cameraman Bill. "I apologize for Dr. Watson not being here at this time but I'm sure she will be here shortly if you can wait," Johnny said. "Jeanette, you don't mind if I call you Jeanette, I hope?" the producer began. Johnny thought to himself that he wished no one would ever have to call him Jeanette, but smiled sweetly and answered "Of course not". "Please call me Donna. As I was about to say, we have to get back to cover a press conference resulting from an investigative piece we did last week on some charlatans who have been ripping off unsuspecting women. We have to be there for the press conference so we can finish burying those bastards!" Andrea Stephens interrupted. "Maybe the doctor will get here before we have to leave but until then, would you be so kind as to show us around your place?" Johnny noted that both women were dressed similar to him, very feminine yet very professional. He understood why Donna was the producer as she didn't have the looks to appear in front of a camera. Andrea, on the other hand, was quite lovely. She was a tall blond with a face that would translate well over the air. Johnny agreed to lead them around the complex. Andrea was constantly asking questions about the who-what-when- where-how and why of the operation. The hand held microphone recorded all of Jeanette responses. Johnny prolonged the tour in hopes that either Mary or Sandi would soon come to relieve him. When they toured the operating room, Andrea asked if there was anyone Jeanette knew who they could attest to the quality of the doctor's work. Johnny made the mistake of answering that he knew of no one personally except himself. Both women jumped on this piece of information immediately. Johnny was startled when the bright light of the camera swung away from filming the operating room to aim at him. "What kind of work did you have done? Andrea asked. Johnny hesitated for a moment before fabricating a story about how Mary had reconstructed his face following an accident. Once trapped in the lie, he kept going about how he was working as the business manager until his brother returned. "Keep the part about the brother returning out of the report," Donna directed. "It makes a much better story if Ladies Choice is an all woman operation." When they arrived back at his office, there was still no sign of Mary or Sandi. Donna suggested that they go into Johnny's office to continue the interview. When they entered, Johnny was amazed that a part of his office had been rearranged for the interview. "We knew our time was limited, so we set up before you arrived," Donna explained. "Take a seat and we'll continue." "Don't you want to wait for Dr. Watson?" he asked. "She's really the one you want to talk to about our facility. All I really know about is the business end of the operation." "We want to talk to her too if time allows," Andrea stated as she led Johnny to a seat. "But I'm sure we can get started until she arrives." Johnny was extremely nervous but he continued to smile as Bill, the cameraman, focused the camera he had perched on a tripod facing the couch. A second camera and light set-up faced a chair opposite of the couch. Donna directed Johnny to the couch and Andrea set in the chair across from him. Johnny figured that Andrea was just killing time until Mary arrived. Her friendly conversational style eventually put him at ease. Rather than asking questions about the clinic, she continued to ask him about the work that Mary had performed on him. She inquired about the pain, the recovery period, and such. Andrea was amazed that such a short period had passed since his surgery. She marveled at the lack of scars and bruising. Johnny tried to explain in layman's terms that which had been explained to him regarding the use of lasers and post treatment pampering. They kept the conversation going. Johnny began to relax and forget about the cameras when it became obvious to him that Andrea was just passing the time talking to him. Nothing was being said that was news worthy. "I love your hair!" Andrea said as they were talking. For the first time that day, Johnny remembered that Sandi had changed his hair to help him at work. Since he had not had the opportunity to see his new style, he answered graciously that his "sister" had done it for him. This led to the fact that Sandi had been helping him with his hair and makeup since the accident. Johnny noticed Sandi standing in the background. Forgetting the camera was still running, he motioned Sandi to join them and introduced her as his sister-in-law. Sandi sat on the couch next to her husband. Andrea asked Sandi, "How did you pick such a beautiful hairstyle for your sister? Was it chosen due to her accident?" Although she didn't know of the story that her husband had concocted, Sandi answered ,"I picked a style that would emphasize her best features." "Well, you certainly did that. Your sister is just lovely," Andrea answered. "She is, isn't she," Sandi replied with a smile. Johnny was blushing at the compliment when he noticed the door open and Mary enter. "Here's the lady with whom you really want to talk," Johnny stated and started to leave. "Please join us doctor," Andrea spoke to Mary. "Why don't you sit on the other side of Jeanette." Mary took her place on the couch. Immediately, Andrea asked her to explain, "All that you did for Jeanette following her accident." Mary looked towards Johnny in surprise. He noted the look of panic and confusion and he quickly interceded. "I told her how you fixed me up following my accident. You know the accident that required you to do corrective surgery on my face following the accident I had recently," he prompted. Mary caught the hint that he had somehow made up a story about having had some sort of accident. Without referring to the specifics of the accident, Mary gave a detailed description of all of the cosmetic procedures necessary to correct the damage done. Andrea turned to Johnny and asked, "What was the nature of your accident? You never did say." Seeing the opportunity, Sandi said, "Jeanette was assaulted and beat up. She didn't know the man and she came here right after the assault." Johnny looked at his wife wishing she had not gone into specifics. "Doctor, do you have any pictures of Jeanette prior to your work?" Donna asked from behind the camera. When Mary indicated that she did, the producer asked if she could see one. Mary left for a few minutes and returned holding a manila folder. She sat again on the couch after handing the picture to Andrea. "Oh, how horrible!" Andrea exclaimed. Johnny asked to see the picture in fear that this before picture would surely show him to be a man. What he saw took his breath away. In the picture his short hair had been covered with a surgical cap which failed to indicate any gender. The face in the picture was so swollen and disfigured that he would never have recognized himself had someone shown him the photo. The face barely looked human. He passed the picture back to Andrea who gave it to her producer. "Andrea and I must leave now to catch our flight," Donna said from behind the camera. "Bill will stay here to get some more shots of the facilities and will catch a later plane." After the two women left, Johnny spoke to Sandi and Mary, "I wish you could have gotten here sooner. I'm afraid I didn't provide them with enough for a story. All we did was talk and kill time while waiting for you two." "I'm sorry I was not here," Mary apologized. "Maybe you interested them enough that they will make a return trip in the near future." Both of the women thanked Johnny for trying so hard despite the fact that it appeared that the publicity they desired from the program would not be forthcoming. Opening the Doors Time marched on and there was no word from the television program regarding a return trip to do a proper story. The 'Woman's World' show had been doing numerous hard news stories and had become one of the most watched shows in the country, especially among females. A positive story from them would have done wonders for the business but Ladies Choice would have to open without all of the free publicity. A small advertising campaign was started to get the word out regarding their service and imminent opening. Ladies Choice opened with moderate success. The small ad campaign and word of mouth from satisfied patients resulted in a slow but steady growth. Johnny was proud of the staff he had helped recruit. Every woman working at the clinic was highly professional. Charlotte and Mary had assembled the medical staff emphasizing young talented women with a strong up-side. The young doctors jumped at the chance to learn plastic surgery from a doctor who was highly regarded among her peers. Johnny never realized until then that Mary was as respected in the medical community as she was. Sandi's beauty staff was extremely accommodating and progressive. Many of these women could work in the finest salons but chose Ladies Choice because of the working conditions and the beautiful setting. Beside world class pampering, they offered services available at only a few high quality salons. One popular service was nails guaranteed not to break or come off for six months or more. They came in natural nail color or in a variety of colorful shades. Johnny realized first hand that the long red nails only required occasional fills and clear top coating to look their best. Unfortunately, the red color could only be covered with several coats of another color of nail polish. The girls in the office loved working for "Jeanette" whom they considered a demanding but extremely fair supervisor. Jeanette never asked any girl to do a task which she wouldn't perform. She was normally at work before any of the other staff members and was still working when they left. The girls were very conscious of their appearance and tried to emulate the style, beauty and grace of their boss. All employees worked like they were an owner, as in fact, they were. When each new employee signed their contract, a huge incentive would be the profit sharing at the end of each year. The philosophy was simple: "The happier the clients: the more money you will make!" One afternoon Johnny went to the employees' lounge to get a cup of coffee. He found his wife doing the same. "Fancy meeting you here," Sandi said. "Where else would you meet me," he snorted. "Every since all this craziness started, all we do is work." "Well the opening has passed and the 'craziness' is sure to subside," Sandi replied as she took a seat at the table. Johnny joined her with his cup. "I'm not talking about the clinic. I'm talking about the changes in me. I feel trapped because I can't leave this place. I'm beginning to go stir-crazy." "Why don't you take a day off and go to town," Sandi suggested. "And do what, shop? Just because I look like a woman and have to live like a woman doesn't mean I've come to like shopping like a woman." "What would you like to do then?" she probed. "What I would like to do is to take my wife out on the town. I'd like to go to dinner and hold hands between courses and I'd like to take her dancing." He had started hesitantly but was rapidly gaining momentum. "I would like to take you in my arms and dance to some beautiful music...and I'd like to kiss you at the end of that dance." "Sounds wonderful to me!" Sandi sighed. "Yea wonderful," he mocked. "Let me try that in public and everyone's jaws will be hitting the floor. The people aren't ready for two women to be dancing and making out in public!" "Depends where you go," came a voice from behind the soft drink machine. Johnny and Sandi feared they had let the cat out of the bag when Charlotte moved into their view. "If you would like to experience what you just described, I can direct you to a wonderful club." A Night on the Town Johnny couldn't believe that he was actually turning into the parking area of a lesbian club. Before he could change his mind, two boyish looking young women in tux coats and tights were opening Sandi's and his doors. "Welcome to 'The Fairer Sex'," they extolled. The couple exited and headed for the entrance. Both were dressed in fashionable cocktail dresses. Johnny wanted to wear pants but his wife insisted that a "nice dress" would be more appropriate. His outfit was certainly a "nice dress". It was a version of the classic little black dress, with emphasis on the word little. Dieting, exercise and hormones had given him a body equal to his wife - which meant terrific. He didn't realize that, like Sandi, he was now a perfect size six with all of the appropriate curves and bulges. The dress was cut high along the thigh to allow freedom of movement and viewing of his shapely legs beneath. The bodice was cut daringly low providing a full view of the tops and insides of his breasts. A built in support substituted for a bra. This lack of a bra was very disconcerting as his breasts swayed inside the dress with each step. He wore all the right accessories from the sparkling black strappy sandals to the dazzling earrings clipped to each ear. His makeup was very dramatic and gave him a mysterious, sensual appearance. Sandi had created a masterpiece with Johnny's hair. His hair had grown to the middle of his back. Only the last 6 inches retained the effects of the earlier perm. His wife had rolled the top and sides of his head with large rollers and used smaller rollers in the longer portions of the hair in back. The final style was rather unique: pulled back and pinned high on his head with a rubber band holding a pony tail ending in ringlets and curls. The rubber band was hidden with a sparkling clip. His nervousness began to ease when he and Sandi were escorted to a secluded table. A pianist was playing a combination of classical and popular music. A pretty young waitress took their drink orders and then left them alone. "It feels so good to be able to get dressed up and go out on the town," Sandi whispered as she took his hand across the table. "Just like old times except, as a couple, we seem to be missing one tuxedo," he answered sarcastically. "I offered to wear mine," she replied casually. Sandi had suggested that she wear a woman's tuxedo for contrast after selecting the outfit her husband would wear. He was vehement that if anyone was going to wear a tux, it would be him. The tux had been a costume she wore one year at Halloween. It was to be worn over fishnet hose and was so skimpy that he agreed that perhaps neither of then should wear it. Sandi had worn a beautiful white gown covered in pearls. It was very elegant but not as showy as the sexy outfit her husband was wearing. Couples were beginning to fill the dance floor. It was different to see only women dancing. Johnny remembered times in the past when he would see two or three women fast dancing together when there was a shortage of men. The women here were in tight embraces swaying to the slow beat of three piece combo. "Let's dance," Sandi said as she began pulling Johnny towards the action. Johnny tried to hold his place but was surprised by how much stronger Sandi had become. "I don't think so. It's not right!" he protested. "What could be more right than a husband and wife dancing together?" she continued dragging him onto the raised dancing area. Johnny wasn't sure what to do. He had been an adequate dancer in the past but now wasn't sure where or how to hold his wife. Sandi assumed the typical female dance position and whispered in his ear, "You better lead. I don't think you're ready to dance backwards in 4" sandals." Once they began moving he caught the spirit of the evening. He was still nervous but felt somewhat normal holding his wife as he led her around the floor. By the third dance he was even willing to let his wife lead one number. By the end of the song, he was moving rather gracefully. He became more comfortable as the night wore on. A wonderful meal with a few glasses of wine, after dinner drinks, and several cocktails combined to make him feel that all was normal. He even overcame the fear of his breasts "popping out" of his dress as he tried to copy Sandi's moves during fast songs. He noted that women could appear to be good dancers just by moving slightly to the beat while letting gravity and centrifugal force move their feminine parts around. A very cute girl with heavy makeup danced by him and said, "I think your hair is just gorgeous!" Johnny returned her smile and said, "Thank you!" Sandi suggested that they return to their table for a drink and to take a break. The girl from the dance floor and a larger woman asked if they could join them. Both of the new women were carrying two drinks. Sandi smiled and told them to take a seat. "I took the liberty of asking the bartender what you were drinking," the larger woman said and handed Johnny one drink and Sandi the other. "My name is Billie and this is my lover, Michelle." Billie was a contrast to Michelle. While Michelle was small and wore a lot of makeup, Billie was larger than a lot of men and most all women. She was wearing a man-look suit for women with a man's tie. Her hair was cut short and she wore no makeup. A conversation ensued between the four. Sandi explained that Jeanette was her lover and that this was their first time at the club. Michelle kept commenting on how Jeanette had the most beautiful hair she had ever seen. On two occasions she reached out ran her fingers through his high, curly pony tail. Billie excused herself and returned shortly with four more drinks. She passed the drinks around. The two couples continued to talk but as time went on Johnny became quieter and quieter. "Honey are you feeling OK?" Sandi asked when she noticed that her husband was no longer participating in the conversation. Johnny just set there quietly with a blank look on his face. "I think that your girlfriend needs some fresh air. I think the drinks have gotten to her," Billie declared. "There's a quiet place outside in the rear where she can sit down and let the cool air bring her around. You two go get some coffee and I'll get her outside." When Sandi and Michelle came out the back door with the coffee, they saw Johnny sitting in a chair with Billie standing behind him. They couldn't hear what Billie was saying because of the loud music coming through the exterior speakers. As they approached where Johnny was sitting they failed to notice the other two large women who grabbed Sandi and Michelle and held them from behind. Billie looked at Michelle and growled, "So you think this bitch is sooo pretty!" "I'm sorry, Billie" Michelle began begging. "I didn't mean anything! Please don't hurt her!" "Let her go!" Sandi demanded as she struggled in vain to break free. Johnny tried to get up and help his wife but he couldn't seem to get his balance. Billie reached around, put her large hand over his face and jerked him back down. The gold nugget ring she wore scratched him on the bridge of his nose and on his cheek. When she saw the trickle of blood running down Johnny's face, Sandi increased her struggles but the woman behind her was just too strong for her to break free. Billie ignored Michelle's pleading, Sandi's struggling, and Johnny's bleeding. She produced a straight razor which she held in front of Johnny's throat. She looked directly at Michelle and yelled, "Don't you ever look at another woman or I'll do this to you!" "Billie! NO!" Michelle screamed. "You know you're the only on for me! She's not worth it!" The big woman stopped for a moment. She looked at Michelle and smiled. "OK, you're right. She aien't worth killing but I want something for you to remember the next time you feel like flirting with another lipstick lesbian!" Suddenly Billie raised the razor to the top of Johnny head and roughly cut the ponytail just above the rubber band. Billie held it in front of her and said to Michelle, "I'll mount this on the bedroom wall as a reminder to you." Michelle was released and immediately ran over and hugged her lover and asked her forgiveness. The two other large women carried Johnny and Sandi to their car and shoved them in. Sandi was given the keys and she quickly started the car and hurried from the parking lot. Johnny was still glassy-eyed and incoherent. Sandi didn't know what was wrong but knew it was more than the effect of alcohol. She knew that her husband had been drugged. She called the clinic and was able to get in contact with Mary. "Get here as quick as you can," Mary instructed. "I'll meet you at the rear entrance with a wheelchair." When they arrived Mary hurried him into an exam room. Sandi explained what had happened. Mary and Sandi stripped him down to his control garments and slipped a hospital gown around him. "He has been given what they refer to in a cheap detective novel as a 'Mickey Finn'. I'll clean these scratches and then all we can do is keep an eye on him. I'll have him placed in one of the recovery rooms and instruct a nurse to monitor him." Sandi and Mary stayed in the room with Johnny for several hours talking about all of the changes that had occurred in his life. "Seeing him laying there makes me feel guilty for my part in some of the changes that he has experienced," Sandi said. "I probably shouldn't have badgered him into going to the club tonight. I just thought that a night out would help him relax. He was enjoying himself until..." Sandi stopped in thought. "You had no way of predicting that that woman would act so outrageously," Mary comforted. "It's just seems that everything has gone so much further than I imagined. I love him so much. I know that he is the person with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. Hearing Johnny tell stories about his dad and how he died so young scared me into fearing he would die early too if he continued to gain weight." "Your fears were not without merit. From what I know, his dad might still be alive had he taken care of his weight problem. From the pictures I saw of him and his dad when Johnny was young, I would guess Johnny was traveling the same path to an early grave," Mary replied. "I know. That is why I was so desperate for him to lose weight while he was still young. I feel so selfish," Sandi said. "Why selfish?" Mary asked. "It seems that your motivation was all for his own good." "It seemed that way in the beginning. I had no idea the fat attracting shots would compound into so many future disasters." "Sandi, I agree what we did was very unorthodox but it would not have resulted in so many changes if he would have simply stayed on his diet and, of course, not gone to the barber. By now, most of his body hair would have re-grown and the fat attracting solution would have dissipated. He would look like a normal, healthy male with long hair. I even believe that his hair could have eventually been cut to a normal male length after the therapy had been well established." "So many of the changes seem to revolve around his trip to the barber. Did you have any idea the Sampson Syndrome would be so strong?" Sandi asked. "No," Mary answered quietly. "When I tested the therapy on chimps, I did cut the hair on some of them. There was some increase in feminine characteristics but most of the changes abated over time. There was a slight increase in female hormones but nothing compared to the drastic change in Johnny's endocrine profiles. His estrogen and testosterone levels are that of a mature woman." "Do you think his hormone levels will return to normal someday? I love Jeanette as much, or maybe even more, than I love Johnny. I love the deep female bonding we share but I also love his natural sweetness and consideration for others. That part of him has not changed despite all the changes in his body." "I hope his hormone levels will improve. The last blood tests showed some slight elevation in his testosterone level. Don't get me wrong, it is still well within the parameters of a woman but there does seem to be some slight improvement." Sandy looked again at her husband. "He is still the same person beneath his skin. I suppose I was on such a high from experiencing my time with Jeanette, I didn't really weigh how the surgical changes to his face would so dramatically change his life." "Look Sandi, his face was so damaged from the beating, there was no way to make him look exactly like he did before. The changes that make him look so feminine when he is wearing makeup are not all that noticeable without it. Let's look realistically at what was done. His prominent Adam's apple was reduced but there are plenty of men without a large Adam's apple. His nose is smaller but we really had little choice in making his nose different. His only other choice was to have a nose that, although masculine, would look awfully deformed." Mary continued, "The remainder of the work made him prettier. Some of the most popular male movie stars have a lot of feminine features. Look at Tom Cruise's face. He is gorgeous, and a lot of his features are very feminine. Without makeup and more of a male hairstyle, Johnny would look more like some of those beautiful boy teen idols from the 80's and 90's." "What about the changes to his body?" Sandi continued probing. "He has to be at his goal weight by now. If his hormone levels improve and I feel it is safe, I can perform a breast reduction. Hopefully his hips and waist will take on a more male look if his testosterone levels improve. We will still have to face the consequences of Jeanette returning to Johnny here at work but we can cross that bridge when necessary." "How about compromising the secrecy of the Sampson Syndrome research? How will all of us deal with the return of Johnny?" "I don't know. The way Johnny has changed precludes any hope for F.D.A. approval. With all of the changes that have taken place to him, we would have better luck marketing it as product for transsexuals. Forget about selling the process as a cure for balding, I don't think you could give the product to most men if Johnny is the norm for side effects." "Are you saying the research is a complete bust?" "I can't say for sure. We know it grows hair. What we don't know is if it is safe if the test subject follows the protocol to the letter. I can't ethically test the process on anyone else unless I can completely control how and when their hair is cut." "I will continue to love him no matter what the future brings. I just want him to live a long and happy life," Sandi sobbed as she gently stroked her husband's cheek. Mary finally told Sandi to go home and get some sleep. "He will probably sleep until tomorrow night and other than a hangover, he should be as good as new. I am going to prescribe a sedative when he starts to stir. Rest is the best cure for all he has gone through tonight." Johnny received a kiss on the forehead from his wife before she left. "I'll see you tomorrow, honey." Color Her Beautiful Johnny awoke late the next afternoon in one of the recovery rooms, the one nearest the entry door. A series of six rooms surrounded the nurses' station where one or more nurses could quickly respond to any of the patients' needs. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he saw the IV tube running into his arm...at least it should be his arm. This arm seemed to have no male muscle tone. It was completely void of hair and the underlying skin seemed almost translucent. The long red nails contrasted magnificently against the pale skin of his hands. He felt, rather than saw, the bandages on his nose and cheeks. 'That bitch must have worked me over good,' he thought. Then, he remembered the straight razor and raised his hand to his head to confirm that a great deal of his hairs length was gone. "The Sampson Syndrome," he gasped as he began to explore the rest of his body for the changes he feared. He slowly pulled the covers down exposing the low cut woman's hospital gown. Were his breasts larger? Was the cleavage more pronounced? Before he could complete his inventory, the door to his room opened as a young nurse entered. "Oh, Miss North, I see you are awake now," she stated as she began scanning the chart she carried. "What happened to me?" he croaked. "You don't remember?" she questioned. "From what I've been told you were assaulted and beaten up. Since your sister is one of the owners of the clinic, she arranged to have you brought here." She saw the look of fear in Johnny's eyes and spoke with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry," she soothed. "The swelling and bruising around your eyes and nose are already starting to disappear. I'm sure that within a short period, you'll be as pretty as ever." Johnny looked past the nurse at the large glass windows facing the nurses' station. He noticed what seemed to be a patient or two with possibly a visitor or two. He also noticed that occasionally they would look through the glass into his room, not glaring but more of a passing glance. Feeling completely powerless about the events in his life and the devastating changes in his appearance, he decided to exert a little authority, even if it meant using his wife/sister as proxy. "I don't like people looking in my window," he spoke in a soft but demanding voice. "Oh, I'm sure they don't mean to," the nurse answered. "It's just that your room is the first one in the ward and everyone coming or going passes here. Also there is a table just outside the window with bottled water and fruit juices for our patients and visitors." "Well, I don't like being on show. Move me to another room towards the back" he demanded. "Miss North, I don't believe we have a vacant room at this time," she countered. "In that case, I suggest you vacate a room and send that person over here to entertain the 'juice drinkers'," he demanded. The young nurse knew it was probably not wise to irritate a member of the owner's family, so she left. She noticed that room 6 was empty in preparation of the return of another patient from surgery. "Miss Packard," the nurse addressed Charlotte. "Miss North is demanding that she be moved to another room towards the rear of the ward. Since Mrs. De Franco isn't back from surgery, can I move Miss North to her room?" "Yea, sure. Move the prima Dona anywhere she wants. Get it done quickly before the shift changes. Also, give her the medication scheduled to knock her butt out so the next shift can get some work done without having to grant Her Majesty's ever request. This place will function a whole lot better with that bitch asleep!" Within 10 minutes, Johnny's bed had been moved to room 6, all the monitoring equipment had been connected, and the sedative was already making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. A few minutes later, the young nurse observed that her patient would sleep through anything for the next four hours or so. "What have you got to be so bitchy about?" she whispered as she finished checking the IV. 'You've got money, or a least your sister has, you've got a great body, thick hair even if the cut's a little ragged, and a pretty face. Oh well, maybe you'll be nicer after you sleep a while longer,' she thought as she made her way out of the room and set out for her home. Charlotte was busy arranging the work load for the two new nurses when she was interrupted by one of the clinic's cosmetologist. "Excuse me, Charlotte. I have a Mrs. De Franco scheduled but I forgot to print a paper copy of her work order back at the salon. When you have a moment, could you call her work order up on the computer and make me a copy?" Charlotte started to tell her that she had plenty of time to go back to the salon because her client was still in surgery but then a large smile came to her face. "Sure, Gwen, you go ahead and set up and I'll have a copy for you as soon as I can," she replied cheerfully. Gwen thanked her and headed for room 6 with "De Franco" printed on the door. She wondered why the normally dour Nurse Packard was so accommodating. "Don't question, just thank your good luck," she reasoned as she and her assistant wheeled their equipment into the room. Charlotte immediately recalled the work order. After reading it for a moment, she giggled out loud as she began making changes. After about 5 minutes, Charlotte called for Gwen's assistant to come get the list. Charlotte handed her the paper and said, "It's a good thing she's knocked out, Stephanie. I don't think Mrs. De Marco could stand all of this at one sitting. I guess that's why she scheduled it right after surgery." When the assistant left, Charlotte looked again at the changes she had made on the monitor and laughed out loud: De Marco, Gina Room 6 3:00 p.m. ELECTROLYSIS Brows Style Arched to compliment face PERMANENT MAKEUP Brows Color choice Sable brown Lip Liner Color choice Deep Rose Full lips Color choice One shade lighter Eye liner Top Yes Bottom Yes Color choice Black Cheeks Color choice Compliment complexion Eye shadow Color choice Brown tones Other Enlarge and Color aureoles dark pink PERMANENT LASHES Top and Bottom Color choice Black PIERCING Double pierce both ears Gwen began the transformation by outlining the tops and bottoms of Johnny's eyes with a thin line of permanent black eyeliner. She repeatedly inserted the dye needle as she worked slowly and carefully to make sure both eyes were even and extended giving her client the classic "cat's eye" look. She then implanted individual upper and lower eyelashes between Johnny's own blonde lashes. A barbed end insured that each lash would remain in place forever. She completed the procedure by dyeing his own lashes to match the new implanted ones. Gwen instructed her young assistant as she worked. "The secret to eye shadow is blending soft colors that look natural so your client can add additional fashion colors at a later time to match a particular outfit or look she is trying to achieve. In Mrs. De Marco's case, two shades of very light browns will make her much prettier and yet no one will be able to tell if she's wearing shadow." Gwen was an artist. The darker of the two shades of light brown faded into the lighter. She worked with two needles to accomplish the blend she desired. As she handed the two devices to her assistant, she smiled at how utterly natural Johnny's eyes now looked. Most women looking into "Mrs. De Marco's" eyes would never guess that she hadn't spent quite some time accomplishing such lovely blending. Most men wouldn't have a clue, believing she was just naturally beautiful. "Likewise, the cheek color must be very understated. She should have what appears to be a natural glow. People will only see 'pretty' and not associate the 'pretty' with makeup. Again, she can add more blush if she desires a dressier look." Gwen accepted another tattoo device from her assistant to line and fill "Mrs. De Marco's" lips. She continued, "The lips are another matter. No one will be fooled thinking that this is her natural color but this color is not so garish, like some reds. She won't look foolish early in the morning or at the beach. I think we'll make her lips just a little fuller with a beautiful cupid's bow. Unfortunately, the lips peel and she will need to have her lips redone in a few years or they will look blotchy. The rest of her makeup will last her for the rest of her life." Stephanie marked and then pierced her patient's ears two times at each lobe. The hand held lazier device used for piercing insured that healing time was almost instantaneous. Four small gold balls were inserted to mark the new holes. Gwen then supervised as Stephanie finished permanently removing the underside of both brows. Johnny's new brows were beautifully arched, beginning slightly fuller near the nose and tapering to a fine point. She then tattooed a light sable brown only to the upper part of the brows should "Mrs. De Marco wished to make her brows thinner." The light blond brow hairs that remained were virtually invisible anyway especially with the sable color brows above. "You know, Gwen, she looked almost mannish with that bad hair cut and those bushy eyebrows," the assistant said as she finished coloring Johnny's second brow. "Remember, Stephanie, no lady looks her best without makeup and especially right after surgery. Of course, she won't have to worry about her makeup in the future. Just a little foundation and powder and she'll be ready to go." "Besides, how many men do you know that are a full C cup?" Gwen giggled as she lowered "Mrs. De Marco's" gown. Carefully she darkened and enlarged the aureoles. Slowly, Johnny's once dime sized male nipples, increased to silver dollar size with a color more befitting the aureoles of a large busted woman.