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Author's note: When I first published this story a few months ago, I had several requests for either a sequel or a longer version. I may still do the sequel at some point, but for now I've expanded the story, with a bunch of new scenes (including depicting the transformations for all five couples instead of just one), a more detailed epilogue, and smaller changes throughout. Also, as before, I have to credit Morpheus' "Four Days" for introducing the character of Dr. Neuman and his technology. Gender Studies A story by Kayooger A PROPOSAL "What makes a man a man? What makes a woman a woman? What defines our sex?" Dr. Miranda Meyer paced the front of her classroom, eyeing the students in her Advanced Theories in Gender Studies seminar. It was a small class, only 10 students, five male, five female. The gender balance had been ensured by Dr. Meyer when winnowing down the long list of applicants to one of the university's most popular courses -- popular both because Dr. Meyer was an extremely charismatic, energetic professor, and because she was a famously easy grader. In other semesters she hadn't been as strict about an exact split, nor would she have selected some of these applicants, but she had a specific project in mind, and these 10 young men and women were ideal candidates for it. "Is it one specific body part?" she asked. "Do your muscles make you a man, Chris?" she asked of Chris Truffant, strapping senior linebacker. Chuck Tam, with a reputation as both a class clown and campus stud, raised his hand. "I think you have another body part in mind, Dr. Meyer," he said, while exaggeratedly spreading his legs. Meyer smiled. "Maybe you're right, Chuck. But I have a way we may be able to find out for sure. And it's one that would spare you all the hassle of a final exam or term paper." That had their attention. "What would we have to do?" asked Ashley Parker, one of three Theta Pi sorority sisters in the class and a young lady of impeccable style and grooming. "Well, it's a little unconventional, but with the help of one of my colleagues from our school of engineering, you would all find a way to see how the other half lives." "Engineering? Is he going to build me some kind of tranny push-up bra?" asked Dimitri Karros, an aspiring musician working the heavily-tattooed, buzz-cut, goateed look expected of him. "Not exactly, but gender-bending will be involved. You will be paired off into five opposite sex duos, and each of you will swap some traits, be they physical, mental or both, for two weeks." "Swap?" asked Gina Wong, petite and graceful, a sophomore gymnast. "What do you mean by that?" "Exactly what I said," replied Dr. Meyer. "Dr. Neuman has a device that could take something from a man's body and put it on a woman's and vice versa." That *really* had their attention. "You're, like, kidding, right?" asked Beth Van Dyke, another Pi Theta and Paris Hilton wannabe. "No, I've heard about this," said Ron Howser, drummer in Dimitri's band and an energetically nerdy boy whose midterm essay had been about gender stereotypes on the "Superfriends" cartoon. "A friend of mine is in Dr. Neuman's quantum mechanics class, and he's done all kinds of freaky stuff there. There was some fat kid who suddenly got real skinny, and a skinny one got fat, you know? He sent me the before and after pictures on my cell phone. I can show them to you if you want." Before Dr. Meyer could stop them, the entire class was gathered around Ron's chair, marveling at the blurry images on his phone. "No way," insisted Kelly Rhodes, a Theta Pi blonde with the sort of curvaceous body for which wars have been started. "Dude, that's just Photoshopped," insisted Tommy Duggan, a muscular shooting guard on the men's basketball team. "I don't think so," said Valerie Wolensky, a cute but shy girl who had a tendency to blush once every three minutes during Dr. Meyer's lectures. "Everybody take your seats, please," said Dr. Meyer. "I can assure you that those photos and Dr. Neuman's technology is real, and if you're interested, you can find out tomorrow. Are you all interested? It has to be an all-or- nothing proposition." "I don't know," said Valerie. "This sounds dangerous." "My buddy said the fat guy and the skinny guy got switched back a few days later without a problem," said Ron. "What would you be swapping for each of us?" asked Ashley. "That I can't tell you in advance, as your immediate reaction to the change will be part of the project, along with each of you keeping a video diary, meeting with me for interviews at various stages of the experiment, and a few other details we can get into once the transformations have taken place." "I think it sounds kind of cool," said Dimitri. "I'm in." "Me, too," said Gina. One by one, all the students agreed. The longest hold-outs were Chris, who finally gave in to appease Kelly, his on-again, off-again, currently-on girlfriend for most of college; and Valerie, who needed 10 minutes of cajoling from the other students and reassurances from Dr. Meyer. "Wonderful," Dr. Meyer finally said. "Then I'll see you all at Bennett Hall tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. Be ready for the most unusual two weeks of your lives." CH-CH-CHANGES The following morning, the class arrived at Bennett Hall, some looking the worse for wear from the night before, which had included a long set for Dimitri and Ron's band, a Theta Pi rager for the sorority girls and the jocks, a threesome for Chuck (which he would not stop bragging about) and a cram session for another class for Valerie and Gina. "Does anybody really think this is going to work?" asked Chuck. "I hope so," said Gina. "I don't want to have to take a test if it doesn't. I'd like one simple grade this semester." They entered a waiting room where they were greeted by Dr. Meyer, her two teaching assistants Mark and Brian, and a tall, skinny man in his mid-'50s, wearing a white lab coat and a crazy mess of white hair to match. "This must be the mad scientist," muttered Chris. "Class, may I introduce you to Dr. Neuman?" said Dr. Meyer. "Dr. Neuman, these are my students." Neuman barely looked at them, kept darting his eyes to the windows and the exits as he said, "Wonderful, wonderful. Shall we begin?" CH-CH-CHANGES: DIMITRI AND ASHLEY "Okay, our first couple will be Dimitri and Ashley," said Dr. Meyer. "Come this way, please." The two stood and studied each other, wondering what traits they would be exchanging, and followed the two professors into a large adjacent room containing two glass and metal boxes that resembled telephone booths, with wires and cables connecting them. "Whoa," said Dimitri. "Remove all your clothing, please," said Dr. Neuman, as Mark turned on a video camera. "Here?" asked Ashley. "Why do we have to be naked? And on camera?" "There have been, um, problems when clothing has been involved in the process before," said Dr. Neuman. "And chronicling the immediate changes to your bodies in real time is an important part of the project," said Dr. Meyer. "Rest assured, the recordings will be used for purely academic purposes." "I'm sure some academic is going to have a lot of fun with the part where Kelly turns up in the buff," cracked Dimitri. "Or Chris," said Ashley. "Let's be fair." Dimitri shrugged and quickly stripped, dropping his shirt, khakis, sneakers and underwear in a random pile at his feet. After a moment, Ashley followed suit far more slowly and carefully, making sure to neatly fold her sundress and underwear and place them next to her sandals. Dimitri tried to avert his eyes, but they were drawn to the bright red triangle of pubic hair that Ashley was quickly moving to cover with her hand. "All jewelry and piercings as well," Neuman said. Ashley removed her earrings, and Dimitri took out the small hoop he had in his eyebrow. "The male subject will go into the left booth, the female into the right," said Dr. Neuman. Each stepped into their respective chamber. Dr. Neuman closed the doors and stepped over to the control panel. After a moment, the chambers lit up and began to loudly hum, and Dimitri felt a chill moving up and down his body, followed by an unexpected sensation: hair tickling the back of his neck, then his shoulders, then down to the middle of his back. He grabbed a handful of it and realized it had the auburn color and silky consistency of Ashley's. "Wow," he said, as his eyes were drawn to the arm grabbing the hair. His tattoos were fading rapidly, as was the coarse black hair that covered those arms --and his chest and legs and everywhere else. The humming stopped and the lights turned down so Dimitri could see his reflection in the glass. He now had Ashley's hair -- or lack thereof -- all over his body, from the plucked and arched eyebrows to that little red triangle he had just been so turned on by. He also had her creamy white skin -- complete with all the lipstick, eyeliner and other makeup Ashley had been wearing that morning -- her manicured, fire-engine red fingernails and toenails, and not a single tattoo anywhere. He reached to touch his earlobes, and as he suspected, both were now pierced. Dr. Meyer opened the chamber, smiling broadly. "Don't you look wonderful," she told him. Dimitri looked over to Ashley exiting the other chamber, knowing what he would be seeing but still not believing it. Ashley had his body hair, his beard, his buzz cut, the dragon tattoos that used to run up and down both his arms -- all of it. Even her breasts were hairy, much to her chagrin. "I'm a circus freak," she said. "Ugh." "No," said Dr. Meyer reassuringly. "You're part of groundbreaking research." "What does switching our hair and skin prove?" Ashley asked. "We'll find out," said Dr. Meyer. "That's why it's science. But you may be reassured to know that you two have one of the more mild transformations. Physically, your genders are intact, even if it may not appear that way when you're dressed." Ashley, still in shock, and Dimitri moved over to the piles of clothing. Ashley held up the sundress. It showed a lot of skin, which had been just fine a few minutes ago and now was not fine at all. "I can't go out wearing this," she said. "Wanna swap clothes?" offered Dimitri after a moment. "You'd do that?" asked Ashley. "Why not? I'm going to look like a girl no matter what, might as well dress like one. Plus," he said, wiggling his painted toes, "who wants to hide these babies in sneakers?" After some haggling over who would wear whose underwear (Ashley still needed a bra for support, though Dimitri's baggier clothes made her breasts largely invisible to the casual observer), they quickly got cross-dressed and exited, followed by Brian and his second video camera into the debriefing room, to wait for the next couple to join them. CH-CH-CHANGES: TOMMY AND GINA Gina always got uncomfortable around Tommy. He was a nice enough guy, but at 5'2" and gymnast thin, she already felt too small around average-sized guys. Next to a 6'6", well-built guy like Tommy, she may as well have been a children's doll. She was so eager to get this over with and out of close proximity with Tommy that she barely even blinked when Dr. Neuman asked them to strip. As she walked into the glass booth the crazy old guy had indicated, though, she couldn't resist sneaking a peek at Tommy's package. "Huh," she thought. "I figured a guy Tommy's size would be bigger where it counts." The chambers began to hum, and Gina began to feel strange, like her muscles were all at peak stretch at once. She looked at her hands; to her astonishment, they were growing bigger, along with her arms, her legs, and everything else she could see. When she stepped into the chamber, it seemed enormous; now, she could feel her hair brushing against the ceiling. The humming stopped, and Gina couldn't believe her reflection in the glass. She was HUGE. Her arms were far longer and thicker than they had been before. Her hands, once tiny and delicate, were now two enormous mitts. Her feet looked like snowshoes, her thighs like a horse's. She saw that she still had her breasts (not that they had ever been anything to write home about), and could see some hint of her old womanly hips (ditto), but beyond that... "I'm built like Tommy," she gasped. Dr. Neuman opened the chamber door, nodding frantically. "Right this way, please," he told her. Across the room, Gina saw a Tommy who didn't remotely resemble the man who walked in -- and who bore more than a passing resemblance to the woman she used to be. Now he was the one who was 5'2", whose limbs were so slender, whose hands and feet were so teeny. "Ho. Ly. Shit," Tommy told her, laughing in disbelief. "That's what I was thinking," she said. "If it wasn't for your penis" -- which, she thought but did not say, didn?t seem as out-of-whack with his new proportions -- "we could put you in a leotard and enter you in competition." "I'd have to learn gymnastics first," he said, gaping up at her. "No, you wouldn't," said Dr. Meyer, grinning. "What do you mean?" asked Gina, who was busy admiring how big her biceps were when she flexed them. "I didn't just switch your physiques, but the athletic gifts and knowledge that accompanied them," Dr. Meyer explained. "Tommy, show me a few handsprings." "But I don't know how --," he began to protest, before a look of realization came on his face, and he leaped in the air, did three forward handsprings, then ended with a deep split. "Wicked!" he said. Dr. Meyer picked up the basketball Tommy carried around with him everywhere and tossed it to Gina. "Let me see your crossover dribble, Gina." Without even realizing what she was doing it or how she was doing it, Gina caught the ball and began furiously dribbling it between her legs. "This is amazing!" she said, twirling the ball on her suddenly long, sturdy index finger. "You can experiment more in the other waiting room after you get dressed," said Dr. Meyer. The two of them studied their clothes and laughed. Without even saying anything, they switched positions and began to dress in each other's clothes. "Thanks for wearing the pink baby t-shirt today," Tommy told her. "It could be worse," she replied. "It was a choice between that and my 'Daddy's Little Girl' belly shirt. Thanks, by the way. I've always wondered what it would be like to be big. " "No worries," he said. "Might be interesting not always having to duck when I walk into a room." CH-CH-CHANGES: CHUCK AND VALERIE "Why am I doing this?" Valerie kept repeating under her breath as the machines began to hum. She couldn't believe that she had agreed to this experiment without knowing all the details -- or that she had taken off all her clothes in front of that pervert Chuck, who had made rude comments about her breasts and her... special area. It was that area that began to tingle as the humming continued. She was afraid to look down, but she put a hand between her legs and was horrified to realize something was growing down there. Whatever it was kept getting larger and larger, until finally she couldn't help herself. She looked down and her worst fears were confirmed: she had a penis! And, by the looks of it, a big penis! And underneath it, two large testicles! This was too much for her sensitive mind to handle, and it did her the courtesy of shutting down for a few minutes. Valerie wasn't sure what happened, but the next thing she knew, she was on the floor, being helped into a sitting position by Dr. Meyer while Chuck leered at her. "Dr. Meyer?" she asked. "What happened?" "You fainted and bumped your head on the glass, Valerie, but you're fine." "That's it?" Valerie said, relieved. "For a minute there I thought that you had given me a..." "Look down," said Chuck. She did. The great big penis was still there. "Say hello to Big Chuck," Chuck told her, and as Valerie looked at him -- anything to avoid that monstrosity between her own legs -- she saw that he now had the vertical slit of a vagina where she knew his penis should have been. "You couldn't have given me her tits to play with instead, doc?" Chuck complained. "I'm feeling really unmanly right now." "That's rather the point of the experiment," Dr. Meyer told him. "Now you both have to be careful, as the machine completely switched your sex organs. Chuck, you not only have Valerie's vagina, but her uterus and ovaries. You could get pregnant." "He's not... he's not... he's not going to have sex with my flower!" Valerie protested. "Yeah, like I would want to," said Chuck, annoyed. As Valerie stood, she kept looking at his vagina --her vagina, she insisted to herself -- and began to feel a strange stirring in her groin. To her great confusion and unwanted pleasure, she realized that her penis was growing. "Hey, your first boner!" Chuck said, laughing and clapping. "Stop laughing!" she said, blushing furiously. "This isn't funny! This is wrong!" "I'll be damned," Chuck said. "From this angle, Big Chuck looks even bigger than I thought. Or maybe it's just that it's attached to a smaller body." Dr. Meyer looked pleased. "Valerie, what were you thinking about a moment ago?" "Why?" Valerie asked, her eyes now locked on the rigid flag pole jutting out from her midsection. "I'm trying to determine whether your penis is responding to stimuli that would arouse you, or that would have aroused Chuck," Dr. Meyer explained. "Oh my God!" Valerie wailed. "What did you do to us?" CH-CH-CHANGES: RON AND BETH "Why did I have to be paired with that stuck-up bitch?" Ron muttered to himself as he followed Beth into the main lab. As the other pairs had been announced and summoned, Ron had begun getting a sinking feeling that he and Beth would be stuck together. When it was down to the two of them and Kelly and Chris -- an obvious combo, given their romantic history -- Beth had done the mental calculus as well and cracked, "Oh, god. She's not going to put me with the dork, is she?" She then spent the next 20 minutes glaring at Ron and, on occasion, whispering comments to Kelly that made herself laugh and Kelly look at Ron with embarrassment. "Dr. Neuman, should these two disrobe?" Dr. Meyer asked. "'Disrobe'?" Ron parroted, suddenly intrigued. Beth may be a stuck-up bitch, but she was a smokin' hot stuck-up bitch. "Helloooo, nurse!" "You wish, loser," Beth sneered at him. "That will not be necessary for this particular exchange," Dr. Neuman explained. Ron was disappointed that he wouldn't get a look at Beth's fine form, but already his mind was spinning with the implications of what the two doctors had said. Why had the others been asked to take off their clothes?, he wondered. And why weren't he and Beth required to do the same? They climbed into their respective booths, and after a few moments of that loud humming, they were released, seemingly unchanged. "Like, I don't get it," Ron complained. "I'm the same pasty little dweeb as ever." "Yeah, refund, man, refund!" Beth agreed. Neither of those sentences sounded right to Ron, but he couldn?t figure out why. "Your change was mental rather than physical," Dr. Meyer explained. "Now let me ask you each a few questions. Ron, what are your parents' names?" "Lee and Victoria, duh," he said, impatient. "And what was the street you lived on when you were in elementary school?" "Rexon Drive," he said. Dr. Meyer went through a few more factual questions for both Ron and Beth, and Ron found himself staring at Dr. Meyer in a way he never had before. He'd always found her nice-looking, for an older lady, but now he found himself studying her make-up, and the way she styled her hair, and the elegant wardrobe she had on. "I hope I look half that pretty when I'm in my 40s," he thought, then did a double-take. Dr. Meyer asked Beth for her favorite flavor of ice cream. "Cherry Garcia," she said, in a goofy mock hippie voice, while flashing the peace sign with her fingers, a gesture that looked lame to Ron. "Hey, that's my favorite flav..." Ron began to say, then realized that it wasn't anymore. "Whoa. I think I like strawberry now, and I never liked strawberry!" "Excellent," Dr. Meyer said, scribbling furiously. "You each retain all your old memories, but I've shifted the cores of your personalities around." Ron didn't like the sound of that. "What does that mean?" he asked. "Basically, your likes and dislikes, your speech patterns, that sort of thing," she explained. "Holy Freaky Friday, Batman!" Beth said. "Oh. My. God. Tell me you did not just say that," Ron said, stunned at how annoyed he was to hear Beth talking the way he used to -- and at how judgmental he suddenly felt about her and himself. His clothes, for instance -- a hideous thrift store shirt and jeans >from Sears -- would have to go, and quickly. CH-CH-CHANGES: CHRIS AND KELLY Kelly could see the TA's staring at her naked body. She was used to it by now. She'd begun developing at 13, so she had a long time to adjust to the way her body aroused men. She was less interested in covering up than she was in admiring Chris. It was so rare she got to see him completely naked in such a well-lit space, and without him rushing to have sex with her. He really looked carved out of marble, so broad and bursting with muscles over practically every square inch of his body. They stepped into their respective booths and cast one last look in each other's eyes, wondering what they'd each look like after the crazy scientist's machine did a number on them. The machine began to hum, and Kelly began to feel... puffed-up. She looked at her normally slim arms and saw muscles bulging out of them. The same feeling of rapid growth was running through her legs, her back, her stomach -- and her crotch. The only part of her body that she could feel getting smaller were her breasts, which were shrinking and flattening out at the same time the chest underneath them was getting broader and harder. In the opposite chamber, Chris was having what felt like a panic attack. He was shrinking, everywhere. He couldn't feel anything between his legs except a slit that shouldn?t have been there, and his chest was beginning to sport two very pert, fleshy mounds he knew intimately by touch. The lights returned to normal and he looked at himself in the glass. His head and face were still normal, still with the chiseled jawline, the hard eyes. But >from the neck down was Kelly's impossibly curvy body, alternately soft and tight in all the right places. "Fuuuuck!" he screamed. The glass door opened and he found himself face to face with... himself. Or, rather, Kelly's head on his body. "What's the matter, baby?" she asked, concened. He stared at her, not believing how this cover girl blonde bombshell head could be attached to such a muscular physique, that his knockout girlfriend could now have weightlifter arms, a twelve-pack stomach, ripped legs and an impressive cock. "What the hell did you do to us?" he demanded of Drs. Meyer and Neuman. "The machine worked as specified," said Neuman matter-of-factly, as if he changed people's bodies like this every day. "And magnificently at that," said Dr. Meyer, who was dutifully taking notes. "But, but you've turned me into a girl!" Chris protested. "A really hot girl," said Kelly, studying him with an expression he had never seen on her face before. "What did you expect I was going to do, Chris?" asked Dr. Meyer. "I spelled out the project quite plainly yesterday." She had him there. "I don't know. Just not... this." He looked down at his bouncy new breasts and poked one of them with his index finger. Kelly grabbed his hand away, more forcefully than either one was expecting. He winced in pain. "Sorry, Chris," Kelly apologized. "I don't know your own strength -- my own strength. Whatever." "And that's exactly the sort of thing we can discuss once you've dressed and joined your classmates in the next room," insisted Dr. Meyer. As Gina and Tommy had before them, they quickly recognized that their old clothes wouldn't fit. With some help from Kelly, Chris squeezed himself into a pair of denim Daisy Dukes, a backless halter and a pair of platform sandals, while she pulled on his track pants, sneakers and skintight t- shirt. Wobbling on his new shoes, Chris followed Dr. Meyer and Kelly into the follow-up room, where their new appearances drew gasps, cheers and laughter from the other eight students. As hard as it was to process what had just happened to himself, Chris found it even harder to make sense of what he was seeing from the others. What looked at first glance to be Ashley in a blue sundress turned out to be Dimitri, now sporting flawless skin and flowing red hair, while Ashley sulked in a corner, now bearded, shorn and tattooed. Ron was dressed normally but was cooing and giggling over Dimitri's new hair, while Beth was nervously banging Ron's drumsticks against a table. Gina was now a giant -- not quite as broad and muscular as Kelly, but taller and still imposing --Tommy petite and delicate. "Bro, they made you into a girl, too?" Chris asked Tommy. "Not quite," said Tommy. "Check out his pants," said Gina, who was comparing biceps with Kelly. Chris did and saw that Tommy's tight jeans had a bulge in them. "Just our height and our builds, not our whole bodies," Tommy explained. "I'd have taken that in a minute," groused Chuck, who looked completely normal as far as Chris could tell. "What'd they do to you two?" Chris asked, noticing that Valerie was squirming in her seat, her hands in her lap. "It's gone," Chuck sighed. "She has it now." "Has what?" Chris asked. Ashley laughed, "She's got his thing!" "And he's got her lady parts," said Gina, equally amused by this turn of events. "We got that swap too!" said Kelly. "And a whole lot more," said Ron, admiring Kelly's new body. Dr. Meyer followed, and as Mark and Brian continued to videotape everything, she gathered her transformed flock together. "As you can see, you've been through a variety of changes: cosmetic, muscles and size, sex organs, personality, and complete physical exchange. "In addition to the parameters we discussed in class yesterday," she went on, "there are some other ground rules. For those of you borrowing some physical aspect of your partner, you are not to make any significant changes. Ashley, for instance, can't shave and Dimitri can't get a haircut or a tattoo. Those of you with borrowed sex organs must use protection if you choose to have sex, both to avoid disease and, if it comes to that, pregnancy. Any drastic physical changes could complicate Dr. Neuman's reversal process." "There can be complications?" said Chuck. "You promised that we'd all be put back to normal in two weeks." "And you will be," Dr. Meyer reassured him. "You just have to be careful. Obviously, there will be adjustments required, so I'd like each of you to spend the rest of the day with your respective partners, learning as much as you can about each other -- and, if need be, making arrangements about wardrobe, lodging, and whatever other issues arise. I'd like you to record as much of your interactions as possible with the cameras Mark and Brian will provide, and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call me on my private number." "What if we want to change back now?" asked Chris. "I'm sorry, it can't be done. First, because your bodies need 18 hours to stabilize from Dr. Neuman's process before any additional exposure to the machine is possible. Second, because I need all 10 of you for my study to have validity." "Come on, Chris," said Tommy, "be a man." "That's easy for you to say," said Chris. "At least you're still a guy... underneath." "And I'm not," said Chuck, "and I'm dealing. Just because you have a pussy doesn't mean you have to be one." Gina put her now large arm on Chuck's shoulder. "Let's try not to be so crude and sexist, okay?" "Sorry, ma'am," said Chuck. "Sir. Whatever." They were all having noun and pronoun trouble. "This'll be fun, Chris!" insisted Kelly. "I can dress you up in all my favorite outfits! You'll be like a Barbie doll!" "That's not helping, Kelly," sighed Chris. He looked around at his classmates, all of them radically changed in some way, and sighed. "What the hell. My daddy didn't raise a quitter." He paused for a second and looked at his now muscle-bound girlfriend. "But you're not due for your period, right?" "No, sweetie," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "That's not for another two and a half weeks." "By which point you will all be restored to normal," said Dr. Meyer. "And on that note, it's time for you all to get oriented." EQUIPMENT MALFUNCTION Chuck and Valerie sat in the dorm room she shared with her best friend Wanda, who was out of town until late that night and didn't know anything about the experiment. Valerie shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "How do you sit with this thing?" she asked. "Or walk with it? It always feels like it's in the way." "That's because you're still trying to sit and move like Little Miss Prim and Proper, when you're now the proud owner of the biggest, baddest snake on campus," he told her, as she glared at him. He knelt in front of her, put his hands on her knees and pulled her legs apart. She flinched, but he also got a foot in there to kick her feet apart. "Relax," Chuck said. "I'm just showing you a better way to sit. I'm not going to have my way with you." "You couldn't, anyway," noted Valerie, who realized that she did feel much more comfortable with her legs splayed out like this. She made a mental note to start wearing pants for the duration of the experiment. "I've been thinking, though," Chuck said, as he demonstrated several ways to stand and walk that would keep her new equipment out of the way. "About what?" she asked. "Remember how I said I had no interest in breaking your flower? Well, I'm still not into dudes, but it occurred to me that if you and I did it..." "No," Valerie insisted, backing away. This was making her more uncomfortable by the minute. She was a good girl, a wholesome girl who had barely even been on kissing dates, and now she had a, a penis! And some boy had her vagina! And he wanted them to have sex! This was a nightmare. "No, no, no!" "Hear me out, hear me out," Chuck said. "If you and I did it, it wouldn't be like gay sex or anything. It'd be more like masturbation, since it'd be our own junk. Plus, if you're really a virgin like you say, I could break in your pussy for you. I hear it's always painful the first time, anyway, and you wouldn't have to ever experience that." "You are the grossest man I have ever met," said Valerie, whose new body part immediately betrayed her by standing at attention. She was near tears. "Oh, why does it keep doing that?" "Maybe it's confused, being attached to a girl's body and getting touched all the time by girl's hands," said Chuck, amused. "Or maybe it's like when it first went through puberty with me, and everything got it hard. Or maybe you really want to do me." "How do I make this go away?" Valerie asked, as she felt her lacy panties begin to rip from the strain. Finally, she just tore the panties off altogether in frustration. Chuck wanted to laugh some more at her discomfort, but he could see how confused and afraid she felt and said, "You've got three choices here, and the first two are iffy. One, try thinking about the least attractive thing possible. Ordinarily, I'd say think of a girl, but I don't know if you're doing the thinking or Big Chuck is. Two, cold showers sometimes work, but not if you're feeling really hard and horny." "And three?" Valerie asked, afraid to admit how good this throbbing feeling was -- or that images of both attractive men and women were flashing through her head. "Beat off or get off with some girl -- or me. Again, I'm happy to help you in your time of need. After all, you're only going to have a cock once. Might as well find out what it's like." Valerie stared at Chuck for a minute, then went into her bathroom and slammed the door behind her. "Oh, so you want privacy for your first wank," said Chuck. "That's cool." "Shut up, pig!" yelled Valerie through the door. Chuck could hear the sound of the shower running. "If that doesn't work," he said, "you can always make the water warmer and use the soap to get yourself off." "Go away!" she yelled. "Come back in 20 minutes with some of your underwear! These panties are useless!" Chuck eyed the torn pair on the floor, then started going through Valerie's underwear drawer. He drew out several pairs of panties and let himself out. MAKE-UP TIPS Dimitri's eyes widened as Ashley reached into the bag she had packed and pulled out one styling product after another: moisturizer, special cleanser, a mud mask, shampoo, conditioner, three different hairbrushes, a hairdryer with multiple attachments, and on and on. "Do you do anything all day but sit at the mirror?" he asked her. "Once you get used to it, it doesn't take long at all, and it's totally worth it," she said, then half-proved Dimitri's point by spending the next two hours explaining how to remove and apply makeup, style his hair, keep his skin clean, etc. "Do I really have to do all this?" he complained. "Yes," she said firmly. "I spend a lot of time maintaining that skin and hair, and you're not going to return it to me with pimples or split ends or knots or anything else, okay?" "Okay, okay," he said. He noticed her half-walking in place. "Do you need to use my bathroom?" "No, it's just so itchy down in my crotch now," she said, wincing. "Is there anywhere you don't have these short 'n curlies?" "Sorry, I come from a line of very hairy men," he said. "And I have to admit, it felt kinda nice, the breeze blowing against my smooth legs in this dress." "Then you're in luck," she said, reaching for the second bag. "I brought over nothing but skirts and dresses." "In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Dimitri said. "You're taking this a lot better than I am, I think," she said. "Doesn't it freak you out that you look so feminine now?" "But it's the whole point of Dr. Meyer's experiment. Besides, I like women. I've known a lot of great women in my life. I don't think it's so terrible to look like one for a few days." He noticed her staring at him with a slight smile. "What?" "And here I thought you were some macho heavy metal shithead," she said. "You surprise me." "Good," he said, slipping into the bathroom to try applying the makeup on his own. "And we're not a heavy metal band. I just like to look a little badass. Mostly we play power-pop stuff. Ron's influence. Do you play anything?" "Took piano lessons for 15 years, and I was third soloist in my high school choir, if that counts." "It does. Everything does. Now how do I look?" he asked, emerging from the bathroom. She stepped back and studied him. "Really hot, I have to say. You're skinny enough to wear any of my clothes and look good in them, even with no breasts. You've got these high cheekbones and full lips that aren't as noticeable behind the beard, but clean your face up and slap the right coat of paint on, and you make a foxy-looking chick." "Who knew?" He studied his reflection in the mirror. "I'd do me." She stood next to him and looked decidedly less pleased. "I'm sorry, but I feel really gross right now. I just want to wax everything and buy a wig." "You'll get used to it," he said. "Plus, there's a bonus. Let me show you my beauty routine." He went back into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a bar of Irish Spring and a pair of electric clippers. He tossed them on the bed in front of her. "That's it. Now go with God." WE CAN WORK IT OUT Chris kept turning backwards in semi-circles, hoping none of his buddies from the football team happened to be in the gym at the moment. He would have been fine hiding out in his apartment or Kelly's room at Theta Pi for the next two weeks, but she had insisted on putting her new muscles through their paces. Where he still felt off-balance and squishy, she was obviously enjoying this. On the walk over from Bennett Hall, she had stopped several times to do pull-ups on sturdy tree branches, and she even slung him over her shoulders for a minute until he yelled at her to put him back down. "Now you want to take it easy," Chris told Kelly as she settled in on the weight bench at the gym. He could no longer even load the barbell himself, but he told her what to get. "My football career's over, but I still don't want to pull a muscle, or, worse, get a tear." "This is going to be so cool," Kelly said, clapping her hands together in giddy anticipation. She took a deep breath, gripped the bar, and brought it down and up so easily and quickly that it nearly flew out of her hands. Luckily, another guy was standing nearby and helped her with the spot. "That's way too light for you, man," the guy said to Kelly. Then he got a load of Chris from behind and his smile brightened. "Well, hello there. Are you two together?" Chris turned around, and up close there was no disguising his masculine face, especially after he said in a very deep voice. "Yes. Now get lost, tough guy." The guy did a very long double-take and walked away, but he kept looking back to stare at both of them on his way to the locker room. Kelly giggled. "Oh my god, he was totally hitting on you!" "Shut up, Kelly," he said, again wondering why he agreed to go through with this. "Why wouldn't he? You're slammin'." She stood up and put her meaty hand on his round, firm bottom. She leaned down and kissed him on the shoulder, and a wave of pleasure went down his spine. "How did you know how to do that?" he asked, looking up at her. "I know what that body likes," she said. She whispered in his ear, "Especially in the bedroom, if you know what I mean." Chris backed away. Kelly advanced on him. "What's the matter, baby?" she asked. "I don't know that I'm ready for, you know... that. This is too much already. Maybe it was a bad idea for us to hook up again right before we did this stupid experiment." "Okay, okay," she said, stepping back towards the weight bench. "So let's see how strong I really am --no holding back -- and then I'll take you to yoga class so you can see how I keep in shape. Don't worry about the other thing. It'll be like we're still broken up." "Good, good," he said, directing her towards the weights. "For now," she whispered to herself. SHE SHOOTS... Tommy insisted that he and Gina put their getting-to-know-you orientation on hold, as he had promised his girlfriend Claire that he would come see her as soon as he was done with whatever Dr. Neuman was going to do to him. So instead Gina walked over to one of the outdoor basketball courts. She couldn't get over how it felt to be so tall, so big and powerful. She loomed over almost everybody she passed on the sidewalk, and when she accidentally bumped into some jerk who was too busy talking on his cell phone to look where he was going, he was the one who got knocked off- balance, not her. Even stranger was how natural it all felt -- the size and the strength and, especially, the basketball part. The court was empty when she arrived, but she had Tommy's ball and quickly went through an assortment of layups and dunks that she wouldn't have even been able to name a few hours before, let alone do. On one dunk, she went up very strong, stuffed the ball through the hoop with both hands and hung on the rim for what felt like several glorious hours. "Hey, you want to play in our game, dude?" a male voice from behind her asked as she let go and jumped to the ground. She turned around and saw three guys who would have dwarfed her before but now seemed relatively small. "Whoa, are you a girl?" one of them asked when they got a better look at her. "Yeah, I'm Gina," she said, as she leaned over to shake that one's hand. "Damn, Gina, you got some mitts on you," he said, still appraising her. "Some guns, too. I'm Dwight, this is Marshall, and that's Kenneth." "Do you play for the women's team?" asked Kenneth. "No, I'm usually a gymnast," she said, laughing. "It's a long story. I'll explain it to you after Dwight and I whip your butts in half-court, okay?" ...HE SCORES "That was, like, the most amazing sex we've ever had," gasped Tommy's girlfriend Claire. "Really?" asked Tommy, drenched in sweat but feeling less winded than he often did after the deed was done. He wondered if Gina's body had been in even better condition than his own. "Yeah," said Claire. "No offense, but sometimes you're a little rougher than you need to be. But now I get to control the action a little more, and you're so... limber." He grinned, thinking back to all the positions he never would have contemplated before but that he had just pulled off with ease. "Gina must be a hellcat in the sack." "Well, you know what they say about gymnasts," said Claire. She stood up and stretched. At 5'11" -- the height had been the thing that initially drew him to her -- she was now the giant in the relationship. "Stand up, I want to get a better look at you." He did so, and she paced around his new naked form, giggling as she loomed over him. "I like looking down at you for a change," she said, still studying. "Interesting." "What?" he asked. "For the most part, you have a guy's proportions, just smaller, but those are some pretty girly legs and that," she cupped his tight little butt, "is a very round, sweet behind." "I guess that's what Gina's leg and butt muscles are like. Still, this is nothing. You should see Chris's ass." "I wish you had taken pictures or something. I'm trying to imagine what everybody looks like now, but it's too weird. When you walked in that door, I didn't believe it was you for a second. Aren't you totally wigged-out by this?" "A little," he admitted. "But it's sort of cool. Watch this. " Slowly, he lifted his left leg so it was practically pointed straight in the air, his hand holding up his ankle, his balance on the other leg more than enough to keep him standing. "You've just given me about 17 different filthy ideas, young man," said Claire, as it occurred to Tommy that maybe he and Gina didn't need to get together until tomorrow to swap clothes and advice. LET'S GO TO THE MALL (TODAY) "Are you done yet?" asked Beth. Ron had dragged her on an all-day odyssey through the mall, as he bought (with her credit card, not that she minded so much) an entire new wardrobe, styling products and more. Beth could recognize that she used to love this mall more than any place on earth, but at the moment all she could think about was how it didn't have a decent comic shop or used record store. "And voila!" said Ron, emerging from the dressing room wearing ironed slacks, a crisp pink shirt, Armani jacket and about eight pounds of styling gel in his hair. "You look like you should be on Queer Eye," said Beth. "It's called being metrosexual," snapped Ron. "Look it up. And I can't believe you'd rather be wearing those hideous thrift store clothes of mine instead of some of the beautiful outfits in your own closet." "This stuff's more comfortable," she said, "and I felt stupid when you made me try on that dress." "Evs," said Ron, which had been Beth's new go-to term, short for "whatever." As they walked to Ron's van -- which Beth now had to drive, since apparently knowing how to drive stick-shift had been part of their swap -- Beth was whistling an old Matthew Sweet song when they were passed by two big, good-looking guys. Ron's head turned around to follow them; Beth's didn't. "Those guys had smokin' bods," Ron told her. "Why didn't you check them out?" "I don't know," Beth shrugged. "Didn't really notice." She went back to whistling the song, then lost her breath and concentration when a blonde in a mini-skirt and spike heels emerged from her car. When the blonde was out of sight, the two of them stopped to look at each other. "Dude, exactly how much did we swap?" asked Beth. FUN WITH ROOMMATES "Hey Val, I'm home," called Wanda as she entered the dorm. It was the middle of the night, and Valerie was asleep in her bed with her back to the door, but Wanda knew Valerie would want to be woken up to say hi and find out how her trip went. Wanda put down her bags, walked over to Valerie's bed, and pulled off the covers. Valerie rolled onto her back, still mostly asleep, and Wanda was stunned to see that her friend was wearing boys' underpants --with what looked like a massive hard-on trying to burst out of them. She screamed, waking Valerie from her slumber. She opened her eyes, saw it was Wanda and tried to spring out of bed to explain, but the latest in what seemed to be an endless series of erections got in the way. She tripped, crashed into Wanda and fell to the floor on top of her. "I have to stop falling down," she muttered as she tried to untangle her body from Wanda's. "Valerie, what the fuck!" asked Wanda as she scooted as far away as she could in their small dorm room. "Is that what I think it is?" "It is," said Valerie, "but I can explain. Just calm down, please!" While Wanda insisted they sit on opposite sides of the room, Valerie explained about Dr. Meyer's project, and Dr. Neuman's machine, and the changes it had put them all through. "I can't believe that's actually possible," Wanda gasped, her eyes now locked on the bulge in Valerie's BVD's. "Can I see it?" Valerie blushed for the thousandth time of the day. "Really?" "I feel like I need to, you know?" Valerie stuck her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her underpants, pushed them down around her ankles and stood up straight. "Wow," said Wanda. "That is so cool!" "It won't go down," moaned Valerie. "I tried everything Chuck said. Well, almost everything. But even when it goes away for a little bit, something new gets its attention. I tried going to the library to study, and I wound up having to hide in the stacks until it calmed down long enough for me to make it home. Everything gets it excited!" Wanda's eyes were very wide now. Where Valerie was sexually inexperienced by choice, Wanda had spent most of their freshman year lamenting her difficulty getting laid. She wasn't ugly, but she was quiet and bookish and had a hard time getting noticed by guys. And here was this big (she didn't have much experience, but she knew enough to realize this was much larger than average), purple, stiff as a board cock right in front of her. So what if it belonged to her female best friend? She walked across the room. "Can I touch it?" she asked, trying very hard to conceal her excitement. "Um, okay," said Valerie, nervous but wanting to trust Wanda. Wanda put her hand around the shaft, and Valerie moaned, this time not with discomfort but with pleasure. "It's so warm," said Wanda, as she slid her hand back and forth along the surface. "I didn't know it would be this warm." "Oh my god, please don't stop doing that!" exclaimed Valerie with a ferocity that surprised both of them. Wanda licked her lips and continued. "This is going to be a very interesting night," she thought. EVICTION NOTICE "There's been a vote, um, ladies," said Theta Pi president Veronica Moss, "and while I want you to know we all still love you like sisters... brothers... whatever... we'd prefer you not stay here until you change back to normal." Ashley, Kelly and Beth sat surrounded by their suddenly-judgmental sorority sisters, and as Ashley looked at herself and the other two, she could see where Veronica was coming from. She was now hairy and rough-looking, and after a few days of trying to mix and match her own wardrobe to look presentable, she had given in and was wearing Dimitri's clothes (most of them making her look like a gas station attendant) until they switched back. And she was the least problematic one. "There have been several incidents in the shower," said Veronica, and Ashley flashed back to two days earlier, when Melanie Cho had walked in on her as she was toweling off and passed out from the sight of Ashley's hairy chest and legs. "You scared poor Melanie half to death, Ash, and you, Beth -- all the girls say you've been staring at them." "Can I help it if I appreciate the female form?" shrugged Beth. "I'm admiring my sisters, that's all." "You were drooling, freak," snapped Shelly Palmer. "And as for you," Veronica said to Kelly, whose massive arms were folded smugly across her broad chest, "I don't care whose body you have, I don't care if it was consensual, sex with another sister against the wall of the common room in the middle of the day is not acceptable!" "You're just jealous I got with Angela instead of you," Kelly said as she stood up and put a hand on Veronica's cheek. "Don't worry. There's enough of me to go around, ladies." Veronica's face turned purple with rage and confusion. "Out! All of you! And you'll all have to undergo a disciplinary hearing before we'll even think of reinstating you!" Ashley and Beth stood up to follow Kelly out the door, Kelly miming "Call me" to several girls on her way. When they were gone, Veronica slumped on the couch and exhaled deeply. A comforting hand patted her back: Ron's. "There there, girlfriend. You had to do what you had to do," he cooed as his hands began to massage her shoulders. "We don't want this place turning into a freak show." "Thanks, Ronnie. I wish the bylaws would let you join. You're the best gay friend we've ever had." "I know," he said. "I know." MAKE-UP TIPS, TAKE TWO Chuck rapped nervously on the door to Dimitri and Ron's house. He was feeling desperate, and he thought Dimitri could help him, but what if he refused? But it wasn't Dimitri who answered the door, or Ron. It was Ashley, clad in nothing but boxer shorts and a wifebeater. (Chuck's eyes were automatically drawn to her chest, and he immediately regretted it; cleavage and chest hair was an unappealing mix.) It wasn't just the buzzcut and body hair that made her look masculine, he realized; she was yawning and picking at her butt like a guy, too. "What are you doing here, Ash?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes from darting back towards her breasts. "Sorority kicked us freaks out," she said, now scratching her beard. "Beth and I are crashing here, and Kelly's sleeping on Chris' couch. What's up?" "I have a favor to ask Dimitri," he said. "Well come on in," she said, waving him inside. "He's still putting his face on, but we've got eggs and coffee while you wait." Chuck followed her into the kitchen, where he did a double-take at the tableau arrayed before him. Beth, clad only in tighty-whities and a Green Lantern t-shirt, was perched on the counter, stuffing a donut in her face and reading a comic book. Ron was wearing a silk kimono and hanging all over some buff guy Chuck didn't know; the two of them were feeding each other eggs and looking very amorous. "Get a room, you two," Beth said with a mouthful of donut. "I will when you learn some decent manners," sneered Ron. "Uh, hey guys," said Chuck, still processing. Beth made a big show of swallowing the remaining donut in her mouth and said, "Hey, Chuck." She turned to Ron and said, "See?" "Can you believe I used to act like that?" Ron asked the buff stranger. "No," said the stranger, who leaned in and kissed Ron full on the lips. "You know, my first class isn't till 11. You want to...?" Ron's smile widened. "Oh, you're so bad." They stood up and walked hand in hand towards the staircase. As soon as they were out of earshot, Chuck exhaled deeply and asked Ashley and Beth, "What the fuck was that?" "Oh, Ron's totally gay now," said Beth, snickering. "What's so funny, Beth?" asked Ashley. "So are you." "Yeah, but when we switch back, I think Ron's going to be a lot more freaked out by what he did than I will," said Beth. Chuck shook his head. "This is so crazy." "Hey, they're not the only ones," said Ashley. "Kelly banged her way out of the sorority house, and I hear Valerie's making good use of your equipment." "I heard that, too," he said. "I'm not ready to start playing for the other team, though." Beth hopped off the counter and put a hand on Chuck's shoulder. "So," she asked, "have you, at least, you know... made friends with yourself yet?" Chuck looked around, as if he was afraid someone other than these girls might be listening, and whispered, "Oh. My. God. There's a part of me that just wants to barricade myself in the bedroom for the next week and keep masturbating." Ashley and Beth both laughed, and Ashley said, "I know, right? Welcome to the club!" They were all enthusiastically discussing the joys of the female orgasm when they heard a click-clacking sound on the steps. "Here comes the princess," said Beth. Dimitri strode into the room on a pair of high-heeled pumps, and Chuck was stunned by how much like a pretty girl he looked, even more than he had on that first day of the experiment. In addition to the pumps, he had on a frilly knee-length skirt and a hot pink sweater set. His hair was sleek and his makeup perfect; Chuck hadn't realized what androgynous features Dimitri had until the switcheroo with Ashley. "Congratulations," said Ashley. "Only took you an hour and 15 from wake-up to make-up." Dimtri did a little curtsy. "Thanks," he said. "I think I'm really getting the hang of walking in heels, too." To prove his point, he did a little runway strut from one side of the kitchen to the other and back, then sat down at the table with his ankles crossed and his hands folded daintily on his lap. "Damn, you want some fries with that shake?" asked Beth. "Just the, um, man I was looking for," said Chuck. "Any chance you can make me up to look like a girl, too?" "Uh, why?" Dimitri asked. "Because I think the only way I'm going to get laid like this is if I look like a girl," said Chuck. He explained that a few times since the transformation, he had picked up a girl and gone back to her places, but each time he pulled his pants off, she went nuts and ordered him to leave. "Guess they're not into hermaphrodites," he said, as Ashley and Beth tried to fight an attack of the giggles. "So you think looking like a girl will help how?" Dimitri asked while applying some moisturizer to his elbows. "Lesbians, bro. Lesbians are my salvation. I dress up like a chick, go to one of those rug-muncher bars off campus, and go home with some lipstick lesbo hottie." "Um, isn't that false advertising?" complained Ashley, who had never much liked Chuck. "How? I'm technically a woman now, and I'm into women. I'd say that makes me a lesbian. I just need to look the part. I figure maybe a wig, a push-up bra, some borrowed clothes and makeup mojo from your or Dimitri, and I'm golden. We will eat each other out all night long." "Gross," said Ashley. "I don't know," said Beth. "I'd be up for it." Ashley conjured a mental image of Beth and Chuck going head to head at a lesbian bar and smiled. "Tell you what," she said. "Dimitri and I will both help you, on two conditions." "Shoot." "First, that you at least invite Tommy and Chris to go along. All our new girls should get to go if they want." "Okay, and second?" "That you let me videotape the entire process of making you all up, and that you let Dimitri film as much of this outing as possible. I want to enjoy reliving you getting shot down over and over and over." "Deal," said Chuck. "So let's get with the lip gloss already." SHE'S GOT A BASKETBALL JONES "Kelly and Angela Wilkes?" Tommy asked Chris. "I can't believe it." "Believe it," Chris said glumly. "When I told Kelly I wasn't ready for sex like this, I didn't realize I was giving her permission to sleep her way through Theta Pi." "Who would have thought she'd take to being an alpha male so easily?" said Claire. "I had an inkling, actually," said Chris. "You wouldn't have guessed it to look at her, but sometimes she would get into really kinky stuff in bed: tying me up, spanking me, that kind of dominatrix crap." "And you put up with that?" asked Tommy. "To get my hands on this body?" said Chris, who currently had that body concealed -- as he had since the humiliating trip to the gym -- in the baggiest sweatshirt and sweatpants he could find. "Abso-damn-lutely. There was one time she even suggested sticking her vibrator in me, but I drew the line there." "So she had interest in being the dominant one already," said Claire. "This must be like her ultimate role-playing fantasy come true." "Great," muttered Chris. They were seated in the bleachers, watching Gina play an outdoor scrimmage with the women's varsity team. Though all the women on the court were big, Gina was by far the biggest, fastest, strongest and most creative, and she was dominating both ends of the court with an array of dunks, steals, blocks and rebounds. "Damn," said Tommy, admiring the way Gina fought through a pick, stripped the ball from the opposing point guard and fired a cross-court pass to a teammate who banked the ball in. "Look at that move. How often did you see me do something like that?" "Dude, she's better than you ever were," said Chris. "You think?" asked Tommy. "You're not just saying that because she's playing against women with my strength and speed?" "No, he's right, Tommy," said Claire. "Sure, it's an advantage to have a man's body and game and go up against women, even really good women like this, but she's got an extra gear that I've never seen on you." "Yeah, like she wants it more," said Chris. "Huh," said Tommy. He thought about it. He had always been tall and strong and well-coordinated. Basketball came easily to him, and so he played basketball. But as he watched Gina carve up a defense with a shark-like grin plastered on her face, he realized that it had been a long time, if ever, since he had felt that driven, that happy on the court. "Some things you never really notice until you're on the outside looking in." "Maybe you'd be a killer gymnast," said Chris. "Not competitively," Tommy said. "Men's events are more about strength, and Gina's got most of that. I'm graceful, but I wouldn't be that great on something like the rings, and my privates would get in the way if I tried a woman's event like the uneven parallel bars." "Ouch," said Claire, picturing Tommy's pelvis crashing into those wood bars. "There are some definite advantages to what you got, though." "You know it," Tommy said, thinking of their amazing love life. "Chris," he added, "I hear Dimitri, Chuck and Beth are going to go in drag to some lesbian bar downtown tomorrow. I'm thinking it might be funny to go, too. Maybe you want to come? Do you some good to have an evening out, wouldn't it?" "They want to act like girls, that's their right," said Chris. "I'm just going to ride this one out low-key, okay?" Claire tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make Chris's discomfort even higher than it already was, but before she could, Gina ran over, drenched in sweat and ecstatic. "That rocked!" she said. "Coach Torella even said it was a shame this switch is temporary, because she'd give me a scholarship and a starting spot on the team in a heartbeat if I was going to stay this way." Tommy and Claire looked at each other for a second, then shook their heads and said, "Nah." "What?" Chris asked, but neither answered. "Hey, isn't that Valerie?" asked Gina, pointing across the quad. They all turned and saw Valerie wearing baggy cargo pants and a tight t- shirt that accentuated a bosom nobody had realized that she had. She was holding hands with a cute black girl Tommy recognized as her roommate Wanda, and as they continued to walk, Valerie started nibbling on Wanda's ear. "No way," said Tommy. "Chicks with dicks, man," lamented Chris. "This is what happens when you give dicks to chicks." He stood up and told them "I'm going to talk to Dr. Meyer." THE WOMAN IN THE MIRROR Dr. Meyer was in her office, taking notes into a digital voice recorder. "Both female subjects to receive male sex organs have reported multiple sexual encounters with other females. Both were heterosexual before, but neither seems troubled by the shift. Subject 114 in particular, the female half of the genital exchange, has made the most radical change in behavior, from a virginal female to a sexually voracious genetic male. Whereas their male partners both claim to have avoided any sort of male-female intercourse, and Subject 126, the male half of the full body swap, has been the least willing to embrace the study of any participant. Is there something in the female DNA that makes the women recipients more willing to experiment? Are they being driven more by their new sex organs than the men are? Is it a cultural bias? Something unique to their personalities? Note to self: for Phase Two of study, consider dramatically increasing number of swaps along these lines, if Neuman's equipment is available and capable of such." There was a knock at the door, and Chris poked his head through. "Can I talk to you, Dr. Meyer?" he asked. "Of course, Chris. My door's open to you at any time." Chris sat down and made an effort to spread his legs out, as if he still had male genitalia in need of space. "In fact," she added, "I was just thinking about you and your difficulty getting into the spirit of this experiment." "I already told you, doc, I'm not having sex with a dude, no matter what." "And I'm not saying that you have to," she assured him. "Or with a woman, or even to masturbate -- though I feel fairly confident that you would enjoy it." As he winced, she changed tactics. "Look at Dimitri and Ashley. Unless they're lying to me, they've been completely celibate so far, but they've been willing to walk in each other's shoes -- literally -- in a way that you haven't." "I'm wearing Kelly's sneakers," he told her. "Probably the most masculine piece of clothing she owns, and you've paired them with those oversized potato sacks designed to hide any hint of your new feminine curves." "So, what, you want me to show a little skin?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. You need to really look at that skin, let other people look at it, to feel truly comfortable in it, and only when you do that can I get the data this project needs. Would you have a problem disrobing in front of me here?" "I'm sorry, what?" he asked. "Please. It's nothing I haven't seen before, either on my own body or at the time of your transfer with Dr. Neuman's machine. I really think this will help." Chris thought about it and reluctantly agreed. Anything to make him feel better about all this. He pulled off his sweatshirt, then the sports bra he had been using (traditional bra hooks gave him a problem, and his breasts were too big to go unsupported), then kicked off his shoes, his socks, his sweatpants and a pair of his boxer shorts he had tightened up with a safety pin. "Very good," said Dr. Meyer. "Now, please, go stand in front of that mirror on my closet door." Chris did as instructed, but he averted his eyes, as he had for most of the last few days when the possibility of seeing this body -- which he had examined so many times when Kelly was wearing it --came up. "Now, please, I want you to look at yourself. Really study this gift Kelly has given you." He took a deep