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MAU: Morphic Adaption Unit The Other Side of the Fence Part One By Mr. 20 Inch Biceps Prologue Did you ever wake up and want to be someone else? That's pretty much where I'd found myself unexpectedly. Only the person I wanted to be was me. I was college educated and single. I was considered by many to be what some called 'handsome'. The only problem was I was a woman. Moreover, 'handsome' was just something no woman ever wanted to hear used to describe her looks. Wallflower, bookworm, old maid, string bean, and ugly duckling were only a few that had been used to describe me while I went through hell at public school. It didn't get any better when I attended high school. The prom came and went without my having been asked to go as some guy's date. My college years were a little better. I managed to start dating and I lost my virginity at age twenty; what some might call late by today's average. Through college, I had a string of boyfriends. They were an education in the advantages of being of the male gender. They never stuck around for very long and seemed to be able to remain so... uncommitted. I sat by and silently watched as my college roommate Kate met a wonderful guy and fell in love. They're married now with kids. After I graduated from college, I got a position with a high profile advertising firm. Oh, nothing glamorous it was an entry-level position working as an assistant to one of the senior ad executives. I was twenty- five and barely managing to make ends meet. As is usually customary in New York I had a housemate. On the other hand, as the case may be for me; an apartment mate. Her name is Gloria. We have been renting our apartment together for nearly five years now. Gloria works for the same company that I do in Manhattan. She works in accounting. Unlike me, Gloria is pretty. She has had several relationships that ended for one reason or another. She has even been engaged once. I was surprised to hear her story regarding that. She had been left at the alter; literally. That was two years ago now; and since then she has bounced from man to man. Gloria has built one hell of a wall up around herself where men were concerned. She has hardened her heart; and I worry about her sometimes. Dating into your thirties as a single woman in New York wasn't easy. It wasn't at all like that television show 'Friends'. Things didn't get solved in thirty minutes with a five minute station break. Things festered and sometimes grew worse with the passage of time. I guess I should just come right out and say it. We both had our biological clocks to remind us just what time it really was. We both had wanted children of course; and now we both had plenty of time. But that's getting ahead of the story. So this was our life; Gloria's and mine. She would fix me up with a guy she knew and we would sometimes double date. And for awhile it was ok to just be going out and being social. However, time has a way of playing tricks on you. You think at one point that it was not so bad to still be single at age thirty with no prospects in sight. Then you turn thirty-one and you realize that you're now in your fourth decade. Yikes! Then the vicious circle starts all over again. Gloria is a few years younger than I am so the pressure was not quite so bad for her - yet. June 24, 2005 Early Evening One night we were both out on a Friday sitting in a booth getting shit faced. At first, our topic of discussion was work. We would sit and bitch about how we could run the place better than the men who were in charge. Then the conversation would inevitably turn to men in general. They were insensitive and thoughtless. Of all the men that I myself had met, I had to say that none could compare to my father. Oh, I know what you are going to say; that nobody can compare to a woman's father in her eyes. Life just seemed to be that way. Women look and look to find that one that fits just like a glove and if she is lucky when she does find him, he wants her too. We live in desperate times, Gloria, and me. And so it was on another of our Friday night walks to the neighborhood bar that Gloria and I found a strange silver metal box lying alongside the curb. It was surprisingly light and seemed to not have any visible opening. I tucked it under my arm and we walked on into the bar. "So what do you think this box thingy is, Justine?" "I don't know Gloria. It doesn't seem to be operable." "Perhaps it is only meant as ornamentation," I suggested. "That's a possibility," said Gloria. "Well, we've got enough junk lying around our place right now. I'm not so sure we need anything more," I said. "But it is so different. Don't you think so, Justine?" asked Gloria as she turned the box over in her hands. "I've never seen anything quite like it." "I suppose we could take it home for a little while. Maybe we could pawn it later for some extra cash. Who knows what the metal is. It seems pretty tough," I said. I took another drink of my rum and coke and took the box from Gloria's hands. The damn thing sure would make a great conversation piece. I put it on the seat beside me and forgot about it. Saturday June 25, 2005 I woke up Saturday morning a little later than usual. The drinks I had the night before must have had some affect on my internal alarm clock. It was ten a.m. and I turned over in my bed. The metal box wasn't where I had left it beside the alarm clock on my nightstand. Gloria must have taken it. I heard some strange sounds coming from the other side of my bedroom door. Gloria was up. Moreover, doing what I wondered. I crawled out of bed and put on my robe. I went out into the hall and heard someone talking. It wasn't Gloria's voice. 'Who could be here at this hour on a Saturday morning?' I thought. I walked down the hall and saw a woman standing beside a rather large tall silver metal box; much like an old fashioned telephone booth. There was a small screen with a few knobs on the outside of it. Next to the controls was a doorway that led to the inside of the box. The woman stood next to the box and looked at her naked body. She looked like a model out of some men's magazine. Pamela Anderson had nothing on this woman. Nothing! "Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" I said. The woman looked up at me as I spoke. She was visibly shaking. "It's me, Justine," she said. "What?" I said, I wasn't sure who this woman was but she certainly wasn't my roommate. "It's true, Justine. It's me. I went into the box and when I came out I looked like this," she explained. "Yeah, right," I said. What kind of idiot did this woman take me for? And where was Gloria? "Look! I don't know who you are. Or how you got into this apartment but I want you to leave," I said. "Justine! It's me! Gloria! How do you think I know your name? How do you think I know your roommate's name?" she insisted. She had me there. How did she know my name? And Gloria's? "Look. I'll prove it to you," she said, as she walked to the panel of the machine and put her hand on the screen. I walked up behind her and watched as the display changed to the exact image of Gloria. The woman removed her hand from the machine and looked at me. "Watch this," she said, as she walked inside the box. The door slid shut and she was gone. Shortly the door slide back open and out walked Gloria. She was naked; but it was Gloria. "Gloria! What happened to you? Where did that other woman go?" I asked as I looked inside the box. It was empty. "Justine! That was me. I keep telling you! It's the box!" she explained. "That's some prank you just played on me Gloria. And how did you get that box in here? It's too big to fit through any of the doors," I said. "Justine," said Gloria, "the box grew right here in this room after I pushed on the emblem on the front of it." "Yeah," I said, "right. And you changed yourself into some sexy model," I said skeptically. Gloria made a face at me that definitely said she was pissed. She went back to the panel on the machine. Only this time she didn't let me see the image on the screen. When she was done, she went into the machine and the door slid shut behind her. In moments the door slid back open and out walked - me! My jaw hit the floor. She looked just like me. She had the same plain looks and flat chest that I had. I passed out into a heap on the floor. When I woke up still laying on the floor, I looked up. The person looking down at me was a carbon copy of me. I couldn't believe my eyes! She even sounded like me as she asked me if I was all right. "Gl-oria?" I managed after some effort. "Yeah."she said, as she looked down at me with my own face. "It really is you in there isn't it?" I asked. "I tried to tell you," she said. "I know," I said, "I know." I sat up and looked at myself. It was just too weird. I wondered if twins ever felt the way I suddenly found myself feeling. Gloria even managed to move like me. I shuddered. "Change yourself back, Gloria. I can't handle looking at you this way," I said. "Sorry," she said, "but it was the only way I could think of to tell you who I really was." "I know that; but, please change yourself back," I repeated. Gloria shrugged my shoulders and stood up. She went over to the panel on the machine and after a few moments went back inside the machine. When she emerged, she looked like the old Gloria. The Gloria I knew and loved. "What the hell is this machine, Gloria?" I asked when she came back from her room. Gloria was wearing her robe as she walked up beside me. I stood next to the metal monstrosity that had built itself a home in our living room. "Beats me," she said. I sighed and walked around the thing. It sure was big. And it started out so small and light. It definitely wasn't of this world I thought. I never was one for the Area 51, UFO, or Bermuda Triangle thing. 'But this?' I thought as I found myself standing next to Gloria once again on the other side of the box. "What did it feel like, Gloria?" I asked. "It didn't feel like anything at all. There's really nothing to it. You put your hand on the screen like this," she said, as she demonstrated. The screen came alive with the image of Gloria once again only this one was voluptuous and tall. I gave her a look that said 'really now' and she walked into the machine. Just as before, she emerged naked and looking just like the image, she had fashioned for herself moments before. "What do you think?" she asked, as I looked her up and down. "You lost your robe in there," I said. Gloria gasped and looked down at her naked body. "Damn! I liked that robe a lot," she said. "Well it stands to reason," I said, "that if the machine can take clothes off of you perhaps it can put some on you." Gloria shrugged a naked shoulder and stepped up to the screen. "I guess I can give it a try," she said. Gloria put her hand to the screen and fashioned clothing on the image of the body she now wore; nothing-fancy just jeans and a tee shirt. She stepped into the machine and the door closed behind her. When Gloria emerged, she had on the clothing that she had chosen. "Sure beats shopping!" I said, as I admired her clothing. "Why don't you try it?" "What!" I said, somewhat stunned. I didn't know what I would change myself into for one thing, and second I just didn't like the looks of it. "Sure, why not? It doesn't hurt. And look," she said, as she twirled herself around, "I've never looked better!" She was right. She had never looked better. But she didn't look like Gloria either. "Well," I said, "maybe later." "Justine! Look! You've bitched about getting short changed in the looks department for as long as I've known you! And now is your chance to change that and you hesitate. Why?" she said. "I don't know. It just seems sort of creepy to me. You're my guinea pig I guess. I'll see how you do later. And then maybe..," I said. "Thanks. Thanks a lot," she said. "You asked," I replied, as I walked away from the machine. I was getting hungry. It was time for breakfast. And coffee! I needed my caffeine before I made any more decisions this morning. Saturday June 25, 2005 - noon I felt better after I had my morning fix. Breakfast filled my tummy and I smiled at the new Gloria as she sat opposite me at the kitchen table. What a morning it had been! I sighed and watched the curvaceous woman who my roommate had become.. Gloria seemed to be just fine. Of course it has only been a couple of hours since she had encased herself in that new chassis. She had eaten a healthy breakfast and consumed a fair amount of caffeine just as she usually did each morning. I have to admit that it took a little getting used to Gloria talking to me and looking like something out of a men's sex magazine. She acted and spoke just like my friend Gloria always had. She just didn't look like herself. After another hour or so, I caved. Gloria talked me into it. "But what should I change myself into?" I asked. I never really had been very good at making decisive decisions. "Why not just make yourself as you'd like. Surely you must have some idea?" she said. "I suppose I do," I admitted. I got up from the kitchen table and walked into the living room. I put my hand onto the screen and soon there was an image of myself as I now was. I thought about how I might look as a dark haired twin of Gloria's. I watched as my naked skinny frame grew curves in all the right places. My chest in the image was large and would obviously need some support. I reworked my face. I gave myself large cheek bones and dark brown eyes with thick eyelashes. I put some jeans and a tee shirt on the image just like Gloria had done and took my hand off the plate. I turned and looked at Gloria as she watched me walk towards the doorway to the machine. "Bye," I said as I walked into the box. I walked into the box and did as Gloria had told me over breakfast. I put my hand onto the purple knob that was inside the room I now stood in. The light above my head flickered and went out for just a moment and then came back on. The door slid open and I thought 'there has to be more to it than that?' I walked out of the box and looked down at my large breasts that I had just given myself. They were heavy; and I wasn't sure that I liked them. "How do you feel?" Gloria asked me. "I guess I feel fine," I said, as I looked at my hands. I couldn't believe my new eyes. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I was drop dead gorgeous. Of course, I looked just like the image I had made on the screen. I was hypnotized as I watched my eyes blink and my lips move as I spoke. This was me? "Hey it's almost one p.m.," said Gloria, "Why don't we go and do some shopping and really turn the guys heads!" "You want to go outside looking like this?" I said. Gloria shrugged. "Why not; it sounds like a lot of fun?" I thought about it a moment and couldn't see any reason to object so I shrugged. "OK,"I said, "let's go." It was several hours later when we returned from our little shopping trip. We didn't buy much of anything. That wasn't the point of our going out; the point was seeing how the men would react to the new bodies we had given ourselves. And I have to admit it had been fun to go out and be treated like a piece of gorgeous meat. Men never looked at me the way that they had this afternoon. Their eyes never seemed to rise up from my chest. And did my chest ever bounce despite my wearing a bra! I wasn't so sure I liked being so well endowed. However, as a lark it had been fun to see the men actually trip and drool. Gloria suggested that perhaps we should go out to a disco tonight and see what happens. At first, I told her I had to think about it. It just seemed like we were taking some kind of serious step. Gloria was adamant about it and finally I relented and agreed to join her. We sat on the living room sofa and looked at the machine. It was slowly becoming our new best friend. Gloria and I looked at each other for a moment and then we both jumped up. Each of us wanted to be first to the machine's controls. I was first to put my hand to the plate and get my image up onto the screen. My current image appeared in the jeans and tee shirt that I now wore. Quickly the body on the screen was naked and I was thinking of what to wear for tonight. I wanted something sexy and tight fitting; yet comfortable as well. Finally, I settled on a black dress that clung to every curve this new body I now had possessed. I added a pair of black five-inch stiletto heels and fashioned a black leather clutch to go with it. "There!" I said, as I took my hand off the plate. I turned to Gloria and smiled. "I'll be right back," I added. Gloria nodded and I walked into the doorway. Seconds later, I emerged and went straight to the bathroom to use the long mirror on the back of the bathroom door. "Not bad!" Gloria said with a whistle as she followed me down the hall to the bathroom. She was right. When I looked into the mirror, all I could say was, "Wow!" My dark raven hair was long and full of wavy curls. My cleavage long and deep was nicely exposed in the dress. As for my other assets, they were very well displayed in the dress as well. The shoes may have been a bit much with my height of five foot six to begin with but I decided to leave them. I kinda liked the way that I towered over the room for a change. "My turn!" said Gloria, as she quickly disappeared from the bathroom. Shortly, Gloria returned wearing a fire engine red dress of similar design as my own. Her blonde hair was styled in layers that cascaded down her tanned back. The dress hugged her body like a second skin and showed her breasts off to great advantage. When she looked into the mirror, she gasped. "I love this dress!" w"You do look great in it Gloria," I said. "We're a matched set," she said, as she looked at the both of us. "Yeah, I guess we are," I admitted. "Let's get going. It's almost seven." "All right; let me get my purse," I said as we left the bathroom. Saturday June 25, 2005 - 7:00 p.m. We didn't have to wait long in line at the hottest night club in Manhattan. Two hot babes dressed to kill sure got treated a lot differently than we usually did! Once inside we couldn't get a moment alone! I never had to pay for a drink and the men kept hitting on us. Oh, we both danced the night away with a couple of guys who seemed to be somewhat respectable. They were in their early thirties and were dressed very nicely. Eric and his friend John were both nice average guys. One was a computer analyst and the other worked for the IRS. We felt safe with these two for the rest of the night. Dancing in a disco with a date can get hot in more ways than one. Eventually Eric had his hands on my ass as we slow danced to one of Mariah Carey's songs. He would murmur sweet things in my ear and tell me how he liked the way my hair smelled.. As we danced he would kiss me on the lips and nibble my ear. I knew he was serious about his plans when he started to go down my neck with his lips. He was turned on and so was I. My body reacted much like my real one would have. Only this body had more to it in its erogenous zones; and it sent me skyward with each touch of Eric's. I eyed Gloria on the dance floor with John. She too was in her own little world. John had his face buried in Gloria's hair as they slow danced. I smiled. She too was having a good time. Eric put a finger under my chin and turned my face to look at him. I knew that look; the longing. The look in a man's eyes that says: 'please'? I kissed him with my open mouth and said, "Let's go." "Your place or mine?" he asked me softly as he caressed my cheek with another kiss. I thought of the box in the living room at home and knew what my answer would be. No, had to be. It just never had been my style to go home with someone I didn't really know. "Let me talk to Gloria a minute before we go to your place," I said, as I pulled away from him on the dance floor. It was almost midnight and I was ready to leave the club. I just wanted to let Gloria know where I was going. "Excuse me John; I need to speak with Gloria a minute," I said, as I walked up beside them. "Sure," John said as he went over to meet up with Eric. "Gloria," I said, "I'm going to go to Eric's place for the night. I'll see you in the morning. OK? And whatever you do don't let anyone else see the machine." "Don't worry about the machine Justine," Gloria said, "Just go and have a great time. You deserve it!" "I'll see you later," I said, as we both walked toward our club companions who were waiting for us still on the dance floor. "Ready?" asked Eric, as he put his arm around me. I nodded. "Yeah, let's go." Sunday Morning June 26, 2005 The next morning when I returned to our apartment Gloria was fixing a late breakfast in the kitchen. 'For Sunday morning she was up sort of early,' I thought. "Good morning!" I said, as I shut the door behind me. "Did you have a good time last night?" "For the most part," she replied with her back to me. She was busy pulling something out of the refrigerator. When she stood up she turned and looked at me. She had a dark bruise under her left eye. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked. I was shocked. Gloria usually didn't take any kind of shit from men these days. "What can I say? John insisted on rough sex. He lost control of the situation a bit and he hit me," she explained. "That asshole! Are you all right?" I asked her as I put my arms around her. Gloria nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I got in real late last night. He really felt terrible about it. He gave me cab fare to get back home here. He even called me awhile ago to say he was sorry." "Still," I said, as I gave her a sharp look. "I know the drill Justine. I left shortly after he was through. He begged me to stay. But I just wanted to leave." I sighed. What a drag. My night had gone so wonderfully and it had all been Gloria's idea. I thought back to the great sex and the wonderful time I had at the club and smiled. Eric had wanted to see me again. He gave me his telephone number and I told him I would call him. But seriously, he didn't know the real me now did he? I looked down at the black dress I still wore from the night before. My breasts in all their glory said 'good morning' as I looked at them. Eric had loved to fondle them last night. And it sure had been different to have something there for a man to pay attention to. Eric had brought me to climax several times, as he suckled and licked my nipples. They were wonderful mounds of flesh when it came to sex. However, were they really mine? "I'm sorry you had such a shitty time last night Gloria," I said, as I turned my attention back to our conversation. She shrugged. "No big deal," she said, "The way I got it figured the box will get rid of the bruise anyway before I have to go into work tomorrow morning." I eyed the box from the kitchen and nodded. Its secret was still safe. "What do you want to do today, Gloria?" I asked her as I sat at the kitchen table and took off my high heels. There was a pause. "I've been thinking about that Justine," she finally said. "And I think I want to try something." "And what's that?" I inquired. The way she was behaving had me both intrigued and just a little bit concerned. "I think I want to use the box to become a man," she explained. "What?" I said I couldn't believe my new ears! "We don't even know if the machine can do that." "I'm the guinea pig, remember?" she said, as she looked at me. Now I felt really terrible about what I had said. And I even said so. However, Gloria was not to be discouraged. "What's the point?" I asked, still stunned. "Why not see how the other side lives?" she said, as she brought a hand up to her face and touched the bruise under her eye. I didn't know what to say. She had a point. And we had been given the opportunity to do just that; see how the other side lived. With a gun to my head, I'd have to admit I often wondered just how it was for the other half of the human race. I could never figure it out. Men just seemed so closed; so mysterious. There were tons of books about women and their relationships; but close to zero about men and their relationships. I was an only child. A brother may have perhaps helped to understand the male gender; but it was not to be. Gloria had a sister and a brother; but her brother was a good ten years older than she was. So when they were all younger... Well you get the drift. Her brother had been out of the house for years by the time Gloria had began dating. Gloria posed an intriguing question. What would it be like to be a man for a day, perhaps two? I looked at my breasts that I'd only possessed for little over a day. Now I was seriously considering trading them in for a penis! My heart began to pound in my chest. The possibility of discovery grabbed me by the throat. I was surprised by my words as they left my mouth. "OK, but you're the guinea pig," I said. Sunday June 26, 2005 - noon I couldn't believe that we were actually going to attempt this: Turn Gloria into a man! I sat and thought about it all nervously as she left and went to the corner Quick Mart to pick up a 'Playgirl' magazine. 'We need some kind of photographic sample' she had said before she left. I smiled. Indeed. We had both managed to conjure up an exact image of our real bodies easily enough. Why wouldn't we be able to? We were intimately in tune with our own bodies; like a mechanic and his favorite roadster; but a guy's body? No. She had been right I decided. It would be easier to just pick and choose from all of the guys in the magazine. I chuckled. I realized that if this worked I would be able to use the magazine much like a catalog for house wares or clothes. Weird! But would it work? Gloria returned and dropped the mag on the coffee table in front of me as I sat on the sofa. She put down her purse next to it on the table and sat next to me on the sofa. The sun shined bright in the windows as I surveyed the machine across the room from us. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked again. Gloria silently nodded. Something told me Gloria as a male would be a force to be reckoned with. She quickly grabbed the mag on the table and opened it. She fingered through the pages until she came to the centerfold. There she found a hunk that any woman would die for. But become? I looked at the photograph. He appeared to be about twenty-five. He was well muscled with broad shoulders. He had dark hair that shined in loose waves about his face. His eyes were a bright blue and were deep set in a very handsome face. He had chiseled features with a square jaw and sensuous lips. His body looked to be tall possibly over six feet; and he had wiry dark hair on his chest that ran down to his navel and below. Below was, well you know. He was well endowed and it peeked out at us from a dark bush of groin hair. "What do you think?" she asked me as I looked at the hunk of man in the magazine. I sighed. "Are you kidding?" I asked her. I was almost jealous, but of what I just wasn't sure. "He'll do," she said as she got up with the magazine in hand. She walked to the machine and propped up the magazine so she could see it as she operated the controls. Gloria put her right hand onto the plate and concentrated. Soon there was a duplicate image of the man on the screen. Gloria took her hand from the plate and paused. "What is it?" I asked. I was concerned. Had she suddenly decided not to go through with our little experiment? "I was just thinking," she said, "What if I like it? What if I like being a man?" I didn't know how to answer her question. It suddenly dawned on me that if it worked I might like it too! I shrugged. "I don't know, Gloria. It's not like it's really a possibility to stay that way," I finally said. "Well, let's see if it's really going to work or not," she said, as she turned and walked into the machine. I held my breath as the door slid shut and Gloria disappeared inside. It was the longest fifteen seconds of my life. Would she be disappointed if it didn't work? Moreover, what if it did? What then? We really hadn't discussed it all that much I realized as I sat waiting for the door to open. We had no plan. We had nothing. Nothing but a 'Playgirl' magazine that still sat propped up on the control panel. I looked at the image of the man on the centerfold pages. 'God, he was beautiful' I thought as the door quickly slid open. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited. "Gloria, are you all right?" I called out. I was growing overly anxious with the waiting. "I'm fine," replied a deep voice from inside the box. "Oh. My. God! It worked!" I said, as I sat looking transfixed at the doorway to the machine. "It most certainly did," Gloria said in her new baritone as she emerged from the box. She or rather he now stood over six feet tall! He was completely naked and he looked exactly like the man in the centerfold. I jumped up to my feet. My breasts were jiggling and bouncing as I ran over to where he stood beside the box. "How do you feel?" I asked, as I looked up into his eyes. Gloria seemed to reflect for a moment and then he looked down into my eyes. "I feel fine," he said. He looked from my eyes to my chest and his eyes lingered there just a little too long for my comfort. Gloria was now an Adonis! I stepped back a few feet and took it all in. "Are you sure?" I asked, "You don't feel any different?" Gloria chuckled. I was amused by the deep hearty laugh he now possessed. He even moved like a man as he began to walk about the living room. He flexed his arm muscles and his biceps bulged. I realized had he not had hair all over his chest he could and would pass for one of those models on some men's fitness magazine. Gloria turned to me and gave me a sideways look. I knew that look! And within seconds I noticed his new manhood growing. That was one thing about being a man; one could always tell when they were aroused. "I'm turning you on?" I finally said. I wasn't at all sure I felt safe with this obvious testosterone factory in the same room with me. However, it was Gloria in there after all I told myself. I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Gloria smiled at me and looked down at his engorged member. He put a hand upon it and closed it. "Hell yeah, Justine!" he replied. "You're not going to believe what this feels like," he said as he moved his hand upon his new shaft. "It's so unbelievably hard to describe! You're just going to have to get one of your own!" he added rather quickly. "I suppose so," I replied as I continued to watch his fascination with his newfound toy. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked me as I stood paralyzed watching him move about the living room. He'd stopped playing with his rigid tool and it bounced about; slapping him on the abdomen as he walked towards me. My god! He was huge! Oh! Not that! He was not just tall; but big! He towered over me by at least a foot. I suddenly had the realization that he could have his way with me if he so desired. It's not that I didn't trust Gloria; I didn't exactly trust the man she had become. I thought it best that I join him in manhood as soon as possible. The possibility of sex with Gloria as a man did not really appeal to me in the least. Yes, he was attractive, even devastatingly so as a man. However, I just didn't want to ruin our friendship by having sex with him.. 'How odd', I thought,' he's only been a man five minutes and already I'd made up my mind about certain things. But that was my female mind at work; it was ever vigilant about self preservation. I took my eyes off his tool and looked up into his masculine face. He was unaware I was certain; that his male charms had begun to do their job of wearing me down. I had to make the switch from my female body or his pheromones would most surely succeed. I glanced at the magazine behind Gloria, as he stood in front of me naked. 'It was my turn,' I thought to myself. I walked over to the machine and grabbed the magazine off the console. Indeed. What was I waiting for? I returned to the sofa and made myself comfortable as I looked through all the photos of the naked and semi naked men in the magazine. I was shopping! Gloria excused himself and he went into the bathroom. He wanted to look at his imposing masculine frame in the mirror he said as he disappeared down the hall. I smiled, as I looked at all the male flesh in the magazine. What did I want to look like as a man? Tall? Well built? Muscular or thin? Pretty or just good looking? Handsome came to my mind. Well maybe this time the word would fit as a descriptive about my looks. I heard Gloria gasp from the bathroom. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe this! I'm a man!" "And a damn well hung one at that!" I shouted back to him from my seat in the living room. I knew that would get his goat. I heard him whistle. "How big would you say it was, Justine?" he asked me from the bathroom. "Oh my god! You're kidding aren't you?" I asked. "What?" I heard his deep voice say. Even with his new voice, I knew when Gloria was feigning innocence. "Yeah, right," I called back to him. "Just like a typical man to be obsessed with the size of his dick!" I heard the door bang loudly and he came marching down the hall. I looked up at him stunned again at his large size. He stood with his hands on his naked hips and puffed up his muscular hairy chest at me. I noticed that his pole had lost its rigidity. "Wait until you get one of your own!" he barked at me. "You'll see!" I shrugged my shoulders and looked back at the magazine. I still hadn't found my body yet. "What's taking you so long, Justine?" he said rather sternly. "You haven't lost your nerve have you?" As he said this he eyed my chest again. "No, I haven't Gloria," I replied, "It's just that it occurs to me that what I think I want is a combination of attributes. I don't think I want to just copy one of the images in the magazine." Gloria shrugged a broad shoulder. "Why bother with all that? I'm completely happy with the way I turned out," he admitted. True, Gloria had 'turned out' very well. "Gloria it occurs to me that the face you now have is somewhat famous. Do you think it's a good idea to keep it?" I finally asked. He put a hand to his face and ran it along his square jaw line. I could see that I had made a point. "I never really stopped to consider that, Justine. However, this is New York City. There are many famous people walking about. Why should I be any different?" he asked me. I blanched. "Hasn't it occurred to you that this guy you now look exactly like might just live here? You could bump into someone he knows. Or worse; someone he's had sex with," I explained. Gloria looked at me and a subtle change passed over his face. She brought a large hand up and ran it through the hair on his chest. 'It must itch,' I thought to myself, 'Perhaps I don't want to have all that hair on my chest?' Gloria shrugged again. "I see your point, Justine. But again, what are the odds of that happening?" He had a point there. There were untold millions of people living in New York. The chances of his crossing paths with the original or someone that the real man knows was small but not nonexistent. "What about this?" I said, as I shook the magazine at him. A furrow creased his handsome brow as he looked at me. "What?" he asked. "Your face is in this magazine! You'll have thousands of women recognizing you!" I explained. I watched as realization dawned on his features and then he smiled. He looked down at his new erector set. It was beginning to get hard again. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, "You really are a man! Aren't you?" Gloria silently nodded as he looked down. "Apparently so, my friend," he said with a wicked smile on his face. "Put some clothes on would you? While you're doing that I'm going to decide what to do about myself," I said. Gloria swaggered over to the machine's console and brought up his current male image. He 'dressed' the image in casual clothing. And then he walked into the machine. I was busy checking out all the possibilities in our 'catalog'. I looked up when I heard the door slide open. Gloria walked out fully clothed in tasteful men's attire. He had chosen a pair of men's dress jeans and a white polo shirt that hugged his torso to dramatic affect. He even had remembered a nice pair of gray cotton socks and men's black loafers. The whole ensemble looked great and showed off his dark tan. "You look nice," I said, as my eyes wandered all over his yummy form. "Thanks," he said, and bowed. "Now it's your turn!" he added. I took a deep breath and took the plunge. I got up from the sofa and went to the console. I decided to keep it fairly simple. My body's design would incorporate the best of the best. I really liked Gloria's body I realized as I considered what body type to choose. So I went with that and it appeared on the machine's screen. Next I went for the facial features and turned the pages in the magazine to this month's Mr. Right. He had thick dark brown hair cut in a modern short cut. It appeared to have been gelled for dramatic affect. He also had big round luminous green eyes that I really fell for. I turned a few more pages and imagined the Roman nose and cleft chin that Chad a newcomer possessed. Now they too would be mine. For the mouth I went with the sensual full lips of Brian. His mouth was the one I most wanted to kiss; and kiss me back. I got rid of the chest hair on the body and gave myself more muscle in the arms and chest than Gloria now possessed. I also thought it prudent to make myself just a little taller than he as well. If he said anything I would feign innocence. I looked at the man on the screen. He was hot! He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and broad shoulders with a muscular athletic build. His face was tanned and well proportioned. His jaw was square, strong and his overall demeanor exuded confidence. I smiled. Gloria walked up and stood beside me. I turned and looked up at him. "What do you think?" I asked as I motioned to the screen. "Nice, Justine. Very nice," he said, as he looked at the screen. "Thanks," I said, as I double checked the man's attributes on the screen. I turned back to the machine and decided to put some clothes on the body before I went into the box. Gloria noticed what I was doing and shook his head. "You got to see me in my new birthday suit!" he complained. I turned and gave him a look that must have said 'puuleeeze'. In all fairness my guts told me he was right. So I backed off and made the clothing I had chosen disappear from the form on the screen. I stood back from the machine and walked towards the doorway. "See you in a sec," I said, as I disappeared inside the box. I heard Gloria's deep voice from inside the box. "I can hardly wait," he said. The process was just like before when I had become a voluptuous woman. The interior lights went out when I touched the purple knob. In a few seconds, I guessed because I truly wasn't sure just how much time had passed; the lights were back on and the door slid open. I immediately felt nothing really different as I stood motionless in the box. It was my first movements within the body that I now inhabited that told me I was in a 'different place' so to speak. When I walked out I felt heavier somehow. I was used to being gazelle-like. My former body was skinny, gangly, and easy to move.. My new male body was not anything like my former female self. It was solid; it felt heavy and strong as I lumbered about the living room in all my naked glory. I looked down at my new tool. I put a hand to it and was amazed at how sensitive it was to the touch. And it was mine! "You look great!" Gloria said as he walked up to me. I quickly looked up from my midsection and smiled. I let go of my unit and stood erect. It had worked. I was a couple of inches taller than Gloria. As I looked at his chest, which was by no means wimpy, I realized that I had a little bit on him in that department as well. For a moment I wondered if a real man would have checked out his buddy's chest like I had just done. It occurred to me that I might just find out the answer to that question; and more. Sunday June 26, 2005 - 2 p.m. I won't bore you with all the little details as I made my new male self presentable to the world. Suffice it to say that Gloria and I made a fast exit out of the apartment once I had put some clothes on. We grabbed our cash cards and headed for the nearest ATM. As men we had no ID's and our credit cards were useless. We both knew we would be in deep shit if we got into some kind of trouble. I decided to call myself Justin; it just seemed obvious. Gloria on the other hand had a bit more challenging time choosing a name for his male self. He finally settled for something easy for him to remember if someone other than me used it. He decided to call himself 'John', after his dad. I wondered what Gloria's dad would think of his little girl now as we walked the streets of New York City on this sunny Sunday afternoon. We walked for awhile just getting used to the way our new bodies moved. Being a tall man of six foot four was a lot different than being my usual five foot six. I don't know how long we walked or how far but I did notice that we turned many female heads as we passed by. At first it felt strange to have other women look at us that way; but it didn't take us long to get used to it. As we walked along the sidewalk in Times Square I noticed a striking woman of mixed heritage approaching us. She had long dark curly raven hair that bounced off her shoulders as she took her elegant strides. Her skin was a creamy soft brown and her eyes were so large and dark brown to be almost black. Her cheekbones were high and sculpted like the rest of her facial features. But it was her mouth that melted my 'manly reserve' as I've come to call it. Her mouth was full and sultry. It longed to be kissed and I suddenly found that I wanted to kiss her. I also suddenly realized I was getting my first erection in public! I quickened my pace and told 'John' to hurry it up. I'd never been so embarrassed in all my life! I looked down at my jeans as I walked and hoped that nobody else could spot my raging erection. "Is something wrong, Justin?" 'John' asked me as I continued my quickened pace as we passed the object of my desires. I shook my head in the negative. "Not really," I said, "Let's just find a place to get a drink; if that's all right with you?" I added. "Sure," he said, "There's a 'Hooters' just up the street." I stopped suddenly and took a deep breath. My erection hadn't gone down yet and 'John' wanted to go to 'Hooters'? He stopped walking and turned around to look at me. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Does it have to be 'Hooters'?" I asked. I really wasn't sure I was ready to enter such an establishment. "Well Justin, we did agree to find out how the other half lives. Right?" I sighed. He was right of course. And 'Hooters' wasn't at all like going into 'D?j? Vu' I realized. I shrugged my broad shoulders. "You're right," I said, "Lead the way." When we got into 'Hooters' it was obvious to us both that we had underestimated just how easy it was to stimulate us visually. 'John' and I both sat and looked about the bar. The waitresses clad in orange nylon running shorts and white tee shirts that clung to every curve of their bodies took our breaths away. The statuesque blonde that waited on us did a number on the both of us. We both had found it just a little bit difficult to remain seated comfortably. We both ordered beers as we thought it only right. As we looked about that is what most of the other men in the bar had to drink. I didn't really care for it all that much; but 'John' seemed to enjoy the 'Budweiser' he had ordered. "You doin' OK?" I asked. 'John' seemed to be off somewhere as I watched him seated opposite me. The booth we had afforded us some privacy as it was in a corner; and it was Sunday afternoon. Moreover, most of the other patrons of the bar had their eyes fixated on the many televisions. There was some baseball game on the tube and the score was quite close in the ninth inning. "Glor- I mean 'John', hello?" I repeated. "Huh! Oh. Sorry, Justin. I was just thinking. What do you want to do?" he asked. I took another drink from my bottle of beer and shrugged a shoulder. I hadn't really thought much about it. I didn't say it to 'John' but the only thing I seemed to be capable of thinking about was getting laid. Ever since I'd crossed paths with that stunning woman on the sidewalk I'd thought of nothing else. "You want to try and get laid?" he asked. I was surprised and yet I wasn't surprised. It had been his idea to try out what it was like to be the opposite sex. We both now had male equipment. Why not go for it? "I'm not opposed to it," I said, "It sounds like you have a plan of some sort?" 'John' nodded his handsome head and took a drink of his 'Bud'. "I've been watching our waitress. I think she likes you. Why not make a pass at her?" "You know, I'm so new at this I couldn't really tell." I admitted. "Is your..." I looked down as I paused, "still hard?" I whispered barely loud enough for him to hear. 'John' nodded, but remained silent. I knew then that he totally understood where I was coming from. All the waitresses were so... I adjusted myself discreetly enough I hoped as I sat there with my buddy 'John'. "Well, are you going to do it?" he asked me. "Do what?" "Make a pass at her?" he said, as he eyed our waitress who was busy at another table. It was at that very moment that I realized I wasn't quite as 'male' as I currently looked. Nor was I as liberated as a woman as I thought I was. I looked down at the thick fingers that wrapped themselves around my bottle of beer. I was a man. And as a former 'liberated' woman you'd think it would be easy for me to ask a woman out. Granted not many men had asked me out on dates; but still! I suddenly had knots in my stomach; hidden by a well developed six pack. Did men go through this all the time; risking rejection as a matter of course throughout one's day? 'Only if you want to get laid'... Suddenly, I was aware of some inner voice. I wasn't sure if it was my own or some manifestation of my new male brain. 'John' kicked me gently to get my attention as our waitress approached. "Ouch! That hurt," I said, as I gave him a dirty look. "Never mind that!" he whispered. "Here she comes." I steadied myself and took a quick drink from my beer. My heart beat heavy in my manly chest as I sat and waited for her arrival at our table. 'John' told me just to be myself. I chuckled at that. "Who's that?" I said, as I looked at the brown hair that covered my forearm. I mean really, we were making this up as we went along. In the end though I took 'John's ' advice and just tried to relax. "You two guys doing OK?" she asked as she stopped at our table. I gave my 'buddy' a quick look and turned my full attention to the gorgeous woman in front of me. I smiled broadly and sat up straight on the bench seat. "We're doing fine!" I replied. I gave 'John' another quick glance and swallowed hard. "We do have a question; if you don't mind?" I said, as I eyed her generous breasts inside her tee shirt. She smiled and gave 'John' a brief look. "And what question is that?" she asked me as her eyes moved from my face to my torso. I took a deep breath. She noticed the blue polo shirt I was wearing as it clung to my muscular chest. "We're from out of town," I explained, "Where do the locals go to have a good time here in New York?" I thought it a good opening to start a conversation. "We're not really all that interested in spotting celebrities, or going to some famous establishment. We just were looking to find someplace to have a good time." Her name was Linda she had said, when she first took our order. And now I thought it best to let her know who we were. "My name is Justin Gray and this is my business associate John Carver" "Pleased to meet you," she said, as she put her delicate hand out to shake mine. I was somewhat surprised. I hoped that it didn't show when I took her hand in mine. Her hand was so very small, almost fragile by comparison to mine. I shook it briefly and noticed she didn't wear any rings on her fingers. The gauntlet had been thrown to the ground. I was a man! And she- would be mine. Linda had been most helpful in more ways than one. She not only has suggested that we visit her local club; but she offered to join us and bring a friend. It seemed that 'John' had been correct; Linda truly was hot for my manly body! Unfortunately Linda and her friend fellow waitress Jill didn't get off from work for another six hours. It was three o'clock on a Sunday afternoon and they worked the one to nine p.m. shift. 'John' and I did the gentlemanly thing and suggested that we meet back at 'Hooters' at the end of their shift. The two of us really being women; we easily picked up on two things: Our looks got us their attention and if my 'women's intuition' was still working in my male head, 'John' and I most likely would get some tonight. We finished our beers and decided to head back to the apartment. As 'men' we'd been loose in the city of New York only a few hours. And we already had dates for the evening! Now the most difficult tasks before us were not only what to wear for the evening; but what to do until nine p.m.? I considered many things about men that I found either mystifying or downright nonsensical. I'd already discovered why they couldn't seem to sit still for too long. And I myself had learned that it wasn't always an easy thing to hit on a woman for a dinner date. Granted my looks helped in this department; but now that we had our dates it would be up to each of us to keep the girls interested. As I recollected back on my own dating experiences with men I realized one thing: I as the woman had always been in control.. It was up to me if I wanted him to kiss me. It was up to me if I wanted a second date. It had been up to me if I wanted to have sex. There had been a lot of pressure on me as a woman; but as a man? My male hormones were telling me to plant my seed. As a man, I discovered that it was truly I that would make or break my date with Linda. I would have to be the gentleman: polite, mannered, sincere, and interested in her every word. As a man, I discovered she held the key to my planting my seed. The evening truly would be eye opening for the both of us as 'men'. We walked back to our apartment in silence. I'm sure 'John' was just as deep in thought about the prospects of this evening as I was. It was almost four when we walked into our apartment. The machine still loomed large in the middle of our living room. I went straight to the sofa and collapsed my heavy body. 'John' went to the bathroom. When I heard him take his first leak as a man I got the same signal from my own bladder. It was time to take out the trouser snake. "Cool!" 'John' exclaimed as he walked back into the living room. "My turn!" I said, as I worked my much now heavier body up off the sofa. I went and took care of business. Let me just say right here; it sure was different! Sunday June 26, 2005 - 4 p.m. We were two 'men' with dates for the evening and perhaps more. But right now we had time to kill. "So what do you want to do now 'John'?" I asked, emphasizing the 'John' as I asked him. "I've been thinking. Let's go to the gym and work out our bodies," he replied. I shook my head. "Nah, what's so mysterious about that?" I said, "I go to the gym myself. What's so different about goin' as a guy?" "You're not curious to see how strong you are?" he asked, as he made a ball of muscle in his upper right arm. I shrugged a shoulder as I continued to think about the possibilities. The real mystery was how men behaved when there weren't any women around. So what can two new members of the male gender do to discover more about themselves? "I still say we should go to a men's only gym, Justin." "You're really stuck on the gym experience aren't you?" I said, somewhat annoyed. 'John' nodded. "Well, it would be different for us Justin. We'd be going as guys! We'd be working out with the guys. We'd be showering with the guys. We'd be -" "What! Gloria, I mean 'John' right now I don't have any sexual interest in men at all!" I said. I was rather surprised I had said it aloud. "I don't either," he said "I don't know why either." I quickly pointed to the machine as it loomed over us as we both sat on the sofa looking at it. "I'm pretty sure that it had something to do with the change in our sexual orientation. I'm mean; maybe it read our minds or something. Maybe it somehow knew that what we wanted was to experience life as two hetero men." "I think you're right about that, Justin. But I didn't bring up the gym again for us to go in there to ogle naked men. I really think that what we are both looking for is an all male environment. I can only think of a few places where guys are with other guys. One is a hunting, or fishing trip; but for obvious reasons that's out. Second is a poker game for men only; but again this is out. Who do 'Justin' and 'John' know?" he asked. I got the point. We were rather limited in the options department. "Third," he said, as he continued, "is a men's only club; such as a lodge. Again, it's out." "Right," I said. "We're not members." "This being New York I'm sure we could find an exclusive men's only sex joint. But -" "But what?" I interrupted. I thought back on our uncomfortableness at 'Hooter's'. I wasn't so sure that I could go into a place like 'D?j? vu'. "I'm not so sure it's a good idea," Gloria finally said. I shrugged a shoulder. This really sucked; we couldn't seem to agree on what to do with our free time. "Look," I said, "If you want to go to the gym? Go ahead and go. I'll meet you back here at eight and we'll get ready to go out on our date together." "You sure?" he asked. "Yes, 'John', I'm sure," I said, as I turned and gave him a hard look. "All right," he said. "I'll let you know how it went." I sat on the sofa and watched as he stripped off his clothes and used the console of the machine. Shortly he emerged wearing male work out clothing. 'John' went to the hall closet and brought out his gym bag. He dumped all the female stuff out onto the easy chair across the room from me. He quickly grabbed up all of his street clothes and stuffed them all into the bag. He zipped it closed. 'John' turned around to face me as he picked up his gym bag from the chair. "I'll see you later," he said. "Don't do anything a man wouldn't do!" I called out after him as he opened the apartment door. "Don't worry, Justin. I'll be fine," he said in his deep baritone. He gave me a quick smile and walked out the door. For a moment I wasn't so sure it was such a good idea to let my best friend disguised as a man; a somewhat famous man at that go alone. But then it dawned on me. He was a big boy! He could take care of himself. Or so I hoped. I don't know how long I sat there in my living room looking at the machine after 'John' had left for the gym. It could have been mere moments or much longer. I thought back to my earlier remark about the machine having changed my sexual orientation. Could it have? I decided to test my theory. I could at worst fail in my experiment or I could succeed and not feel quite so guilty about my referring to Gloria as my guinea pig. I got up from the sofa and went to the machine. I put my hand on the plate and my current male image was displayed on the screen. I thought about my sexual orientation and wished it to change from heterosexual to homosexual. I also gave myself a bigger penis. I just wanted to be sure that I had some visible proof that the machine registered my changes. I took my hand off of the plate and looked at the screen. I gulped and went into the machine. I walked out of the machine naked once again. I'd totally forgotten to remove my clothes before entering the machine. I shrugged. 'Oh well,' I thought, 'it wasn't like I spent money acquiring them'. I looked down at my midsection and gasped. My unit had doubled in size! I walked to the bathroom and examined my reflection in the full length mirror. I was hot! I suddenly wanted to be out on the streets of New York City. I wanted to see what the guy's reaction to this new body of mine would be. I went to the machine and fashioned some clothes on the image of my body. When I was finished designing my attire I went into the machine. The door soon opened and I emerged fully clothed. I had on a pair of jeans with a black belt and a form fitting white muscle tank top. I also made sure that I had a pair of comfortable tennis shoes. I was planning on going out and turning more than a few guy's heads! It wasn't long once I was out on the sidewalk to decide to make my way to the nearest gay bar. As I walked I smiled and made eye contact with a few 'pretty boys' along the way. Oh, I realized what I was doing. And it didn't bother me in the least! What I wanted was for some hot guy to give me head. It turned me on just thinking about it. The machine had changed my sexual orientation! Indeed, I stopped to consider for a moment that I was really a gay man. How is my current orientation different from a woman's; a heterosexual woman's? I noticed I didn't have the intense longing and need to penetrate that I had earlier this afternoon at 'Hooter's'. I looked at many attractive women as they passed me on the sidewalk. They didn't do anything for me. I currently longed for a hot young handsome stud to go down on me; and vice versa. I wanted to feel his strong arms wrapped around me. I wanted his hot mouth wrapped around my hardness. As I entered the bar I looked around. It was your typical meat market place for singles. Only in this case it was for one's own gender. I felt many pairs of eyes on me as I slowly walked forward and found a seat at the bar. The bartender was well built and shirtless. His well cut physique got me aroused. I watched in earnest as his muscles seemed to bounce and flex with each and every little movement. He gave me a brief look. "I'll be right with you," he said. "Take your time," I said as I smiled and looked about the bar. For a Sunday afternoon it was fairly full of patrons. There were a couple of pool tables in the back and there were several men standing about watching the action. They weren't playing pool either. I'd heard that gay bars sometimes had explicit behaviors going on. I took a closer look and noted that it was fairly tame; just a couple of guys necking. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked as I continued to get hard as I watched the two men going at it on top of one of the pool tables. I turned to him and looked into his bright baby blues. He had striking features; high cheek bones, a rather nice looking nose and a full sensuous mouth. His jaw was accented by a substantial five o'clock shadow. His dark hair was styled in a butch cut that only added to his great facial bone structure. His chest was full; but hairless. And to top all of that off he had a great tan; although I wondered where he got it from if he spent most of his time in this dimly lit bar. I looked up into his blue eyes and a shiver went down my spine. The man truly did it for me I realized. "I'll take a 'Miller' on tap," I said as he nodded and went to get it. I watched him move about behind the bar. I wondered if he was a bottom or top. I also wondered if he liked big men like me. "There you go," he said. "That'll be four bucks." "Sure," I said as I put my hand into my pocket and pulled out a ten. If my money as a man hadn't been so tight I would have told him to keep the change. I was a goner I realized as I handed him the ten spot. "You from around here?" he asked as he took the money from me. "No," I said, "Jersey." I hoped that I didn't stick out too much as I sat there drinking my beer. It was my second one today and I knew before the night was over I most likely would have a few more. The bartender nodded. "What's your name? I haven't seen you in here before," he asked as he looked down the bar. "My name's Justin, Justin Gray," I said as I put my hand out to shake his. "Jeremy Colton," he replied, as he shook my hand. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise," I replied, as we broke our handshake. Jeremy looked down the end of the bar. A waitress stood waiting for service. "Duty calls," he said as he nodded and went to tend to the waitress. 'God he's gorgeous' I thought as I watched his ass move away from me. I stood up and went towards the back of the bar. It was as I suspected. There was more activity in the smoky back areas of the bar. I took in once again the love fest that was going on atop one of the pool tables; nothing new. I looked to my right and noticed a pair of feet sticking out from underneath one of the tables of a booth. Seated above at the table was a middle aged white man with a look of blissful contentment on his face. He was getting some of what I wanted. I stopped cold and looked at the surrounding area. It seemed that the service being given wasn't any big deal. I walked up and joined the small audience at the pool tables. I took a drink of my beer and sighed. I didn't know anybody in the bar; and I wanted some action. Somebody put a dollar in the jukebox. I jumped when the first beats of the latest dance hit filled the air. I watched as people began to pair up and start to dance. I thought about the machine for a second; 'I must remember to get some rhythm the next time I used it' I told myself. As a woman I had been asked to dance more than a few times and it had always turned into some kind disaster. I just couldn't dance very well; no matter how hard I tried. My slow dancing wasn't much better. The guys always led of course; but I just couldn't get the flow. I usually ended up just giving up. Dancing as a tall man; I suspected that it would very different for me. I would be expected to lead during the slow dance; and of course it would be impressive if I could cut loose to the latest dance tunes. I nodded silently to myself as I took another drink from my beer. Yep. When I went back to the apartment and got myself ready for my date with Linda I would have to be sure to add great dance abilities to my male body's resume. I thought of Linda for a moment. I chuckled softly. Her large breasts did nothing for me now as I recalled the erection I had sustained during most of my visit to 'Hooter's'. 'Amazing' I thought, 'Absolutely amazing'. "Would you like to dance?" a man's voice asked from behind me. I turned around and looked down into kind brown eyes. He stood about five foot eight and was slightly built. He had sandy blonde hair it fell loosely down about his shoulders. Normally we would have been about the same height; but not today. At six foot four I towered over the guy. He took in my heavily muscled torso with his eyes; I saw intense desire reflected in them. "I don't dance," I replied, as I looked at him and took another drink of my beer. "Really?" he said as he looked up into my eyes. I nodded. "No rhythm," I explained. "What's your name?" he asked. "My name is Justin," I said, for some reason I decided to not tell him my fake last name. "I'm Harris," he said, as he brought up a small hand to shake mine. Just as before with the woman Linda I was surprised at how large and beefy by comparison my hand was