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Operation Rescue: The New Co-Ed Chapter 2 - Moving Day A young man gets in trouble and loses his scholarship. It looks like his dream of college to escape a poor future is doomed - until he sees an ad recruiting 'adoption facilitators'. In chapter 2, he moves from the men's dorm to his new home - the women's dorm. [email protected] ***************************************************************** Tom was pulling the last of his clothes out of his dresser when Bill came in. He flinched visibly, his expression uneasy. "Moving out?" Bill frowned. "You're ... okay, aren't you? I mean, two emergency surgeries, and you haven't had any recovery time from the last one." Tom nodded. "I have to go. Housing director's orders." "Why? Dean make him kick you out?" Tom shook his head. He had hoped to be gone before Bill got back. He knew, from his brief time as a roommate, that Bill had an almost irrational dislike of anything insufficiently macho. Tom was really afraid of how Bill would react. "Nope. Policy." "Huh?" Bill slouched down on his bed. "I don't get it." "Policy. No mixed quarters," Tom said again. "You're not making any sense," Bill complained. Tom sighed. He knew this was going to be difficult, 'But Bill's a friend,' he told himself. 'I have to try.' Aloud, he asked, "Have you ever heard of the Morris-Henderson process?" Furrows appeared in Bill's forehead as he tried to comprehend the sudden change in direction of the conversation. "No. What the hell are you talking about?" "Morris-Henderson invented a process to make cloned organs," Tom explained. "And that applies, how? What the hell does that have to do with moving out and your job with the pro-life group?" Tom dropped his gaze, feeling exposed and awkward. "The job isn't clerical. It's to rent out my body for nine months." "Huh?" Bill sounded like a broken record. "Cloned organs so I can be a host for an unwanted, to-be-aborted baby." Bill's confusion turned to surprise, and then almost instantly to shock. "I don't get it. You're not making any sense." Tom sighed. "I can't go home. I can't go to the mine. It's not a life; it's a death sentence. And I had to get a job." "So," Bill said awkwardly, not certain exactly what Tom was trying to say, "where are you going?" "Avery Hall," Tom said sheepishly. "The girls' dorm?" Bill's eyes widened. "Then ... you got .... You're ..." Tom smiled thinly, still avoiding Bill's gaze. "You're not so dense." "That means..." Tom nodded. "To carry a baby to term, I have to have female parts. Which would violate the terms of no co-ed dorms. Which means I have to move to Avery Hall." "You've let them turn you into a chick?" Bill stammered. "Only for the duration of the pregnancy," Tom countered quickly. Bill frowned, and then his expression turned to anger. "Get out of here, you queer!" he hissed. "Get out of my room." He turned his back on Tom. Tom started at Bill's rage, then he sighed. "I thought you'd understand," he said softly, trying to hide the hurt at Bill's reaction. "I'm not queer, just desperate to not have to live and die in a coal mine." "Desperate enough to be turned into a girl," Bill snarled. "To be a lab-rat for experiments to make you pregnant. And that's not queer?" Bill got up and stormed to the door. "I don't want you here when I get back," he hissed. ********** Tom stood in the hallway surrounded by his belongings, aware that girls were staring openly at him. He checked the number, then he knocked on the door. The door opened, and a girl peeked out. "Hi. You must be ..." Tom nodded and tried to smile. "Yup." He did a quick assessment of the girl. She was tall - almost as tall as he, and relatively thin. Not supermodel skinny, but definitely not plump. She had the right female curves, but in such modest proportions that her tank top and shorts weren't sexy. Tom had a quick horrifying thought - maybe she _was_ sexy, but his new mixed-up hormones were already interfering with his definitions of sexy. She had her long brunette hair in a simple ponytail, and she didn't look to be wearing any makeup. No piercings and no visible tattoos; she didn't appear to be a punk girl, either. Tom wondered if he'd gotten lucky and just had an average, nice girl for his new roommate. The girl shook her head. "You don't look like a girl." Tom felt a shiver. "I've got all the parts." The girl smiled. "So I've heard." Tom frowned. This was _not_ going as well as he had hoped. "You want me to prove it?" he asked, a bit defiantly. The girl laughed. "Not necessary." She stood aside, opening the door, so Tom could come in. "Are you okay with this?" Tom asked quietly, still standing in the hallway. "I don't want to make you feel awkward or anything." The girl grinned mischievously. "If you've got a pussy, you're as much a girl as I am." Tom's was taken aback at her blunt words. "Uh, then I guess I am." He felt a sudden chill as he spoke the words, as if he was admitting something that he'd been avoiding. The girl gestured into the room. "Come on in. Let me help you with your stuff." "That's okay," Tom said, "I've got it." As Tom stepped into the room, his arms full, she called out behind him, "I've got the bed on the right." Tom set his stuff down on the left bed, then glanced around the room. Lacy curtains hung in place of the standard plain white dorm curtains. The bedding was lacy, again, a feminine touch. Fortunately for Tom, his new roommate didn't feel the need for 'boy star' posters on the walls. He felt a shudder again, as his mind recoiled at the enormity of what he was doing. "By the way, I'm Katie. Katie Snyder." Tom turned and extended his hand. "Tom. Tom Wilson." Katie laughed. "That won't do," she clucked. "It's going to be kind of awkward having a Tom in a woman's dorm." Tom's eyes widened. "I didn't think of that." Katie tilted her head back and laughed. "And I bet there are a lot more things you hadn't thought of." Tom closed his eyes for a brief moment, to clear his thoughts. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, this could be kind of awkward - for both of us." Katie pushed Tom down on the bed, then plopped down beside him, half- turned so she was facing him. "Look, I said I was okay, and I'm okay." She laughed. "We had a floor meeting. Our RA explained the situation." She shrugged. "A lot of girls freaked, though." Tom frowned. He hadn't realized that his new social situation could be extremely precarious, or even hostile. "What about you?" Katie smiled. "My motto is, 'live and let live'," She stood abruptly, "and I have to admit I'm a curious girl and I think it's going to be _very_ interesting to be at ground zero has you go through all your 'changes'." Then she strode back to the hall. "Let's get you moved in and unpacked, okay?" She carried in a box of clothing and set it on the bed. Immediately, she tore into it, and when she came to Tom's underwear, she laughingly tossed it in the trash. "That won't do," she explained simply. "We'll have to do something about that." Tom's eyes widened. "But ..." Katie shook her head, smiling. "You're a girl. You've got a slit, and if I'm not mistaken, you've got the start of something girly up top, too." She touched the tiny rounded cones under Tom's t-shirt, causing him to flinch. "Pretty soon, those will grow into full-fledged boobs." She grinned as he glanced nervously at his budding breasts. "Pretty quickly, too, I'd guess. So you're a girl, and you need to start thinking and acting and _dressing_ like a girl." Her expression turned serious. "Unless you _want_ to stick out and be a social pariah." Tom winced at the pun. "No," he quickly stated. "It's just that, well, I didn't think I'd be changing so much." "Well, if you dress like a guy, you'll call extra attention to yourself. Especially living in a girls' dorm." She smiled. "Although, it's going to be hard _not_ to call extra attention to yourself until you get more girly looking." She looked up and down Tom's frame. "Until then, even with the right clothes and a decent hairstyle, you're going to look pretty butch." Tom sat down on the bed. "Dr. Tina said I'd be losing muscle mass, since I don't have testosterone in my system. I think that's already happening, to be honest. And Dr. Tina said I'd look more feminine rather quickly." Katie's eyes widened. "And that doesn't bother you? I mean, you said it like you were ordering a burger, not describing major changes to your body." Tom shrugged. "At this point, what other choice do I have?" "Well, we'll get you looking more like a girl." "How?" he asked in a voice that was halfway a plea for help and halfway a lament at what he'd gotten himself into. "Hair, for one. You've got a guy's haircut. And your clothes." Katie looked thoughtful for a moment. "Say, I don't suppose that place gives you any kind of clothing allowance, do they? I'd think that they would, since maternity clothes could get pricey later on." Tom paled. "Yeah, I got a pretty good allowance for clothes. But what do you mean 'hair'? Like in, hair stylist?" Katie laughed. "Another thing you hadn't thought of, right?" She glanced at Tom's things. "Let's get your stuff put away, and then we can make plans. Okay?" Tom nodded. "Okay." He sounded unenthusiastic about Katie's plans. Working together, they got Tom's clothing hung up and stashed in his dresser and closet, with many clucks of disapproval from Katie about his clothes. The rest of his meager possessions took only minutes to put away. "So, tell me about yourself," Katie prodded as she sat back on her bed. "What's your major? Where are you from? Big family? What are your likes and dislikes? All of it." Tom bit his lip and glanced at the ceiling for a second. "I don't have a major - yet. I've been thinking about engineering." "Geek. I can deal with that if I have to," Katie pronounced her judgment with a simple shrug. "I'm a psych major, third year. If you can help me understand statistics better, you'll save my butt." "I'm from a small mining town in West Virginia," Tom continued, trying to change the subject. There was pain in his voice and in his expression; Katie noticed and decided to let it pass - for now. "Like to party?" Tom shook his head. "Nope. It's in my contract. Once I get the baby, I _can't_ have any alcohol. I guess I never was a rowdy one, anyway. Plus, I need to keep my grades up, so I'm not going to party a lot." "Suits me," Katie announced. "I'm not a party animal, either, but I do go to one every now and then. If I do, I might ask you along, so you can be my designated driver in case I have a few." She looked at Tom's figure. "I thought you already _had_ the baby!" Tom shook his head slowly. "Nope. Not yet. First, I have to let my new parts 'settle in'. My body has to get used to the new hormones. _Then_ I'll go on some special meds to prepare ... my ... uterus, and I'll have the baby transplanted." Tom felt awkward describing what was going to happen to _his_ body. Katie nodded. "Interesting." She paused while a thought coalesced in her mind. "You know, as your parts 'adjust' to the hormones, you'll probably have a period or two - before the transplant, that is." Tom nodded fearfully as he considered her words. "That's what Dr. Tina said." "Nervous about that?" Tom tried to smile. "I'm scared stiff about everything!" Katie suppressed a laugh at the potential double-entendre in his choice of words. Right now, he probably wouldn't find it amusing if she mentioned it. She crossed her legs on the bed and changed the subject. "How are you with social rejection?" "Huh?" Katie sighed. "You're going to be an outcast to your former male friends. They won't understand, and some of them might treat you like you're gay or something. A lot of girls aren't going to like you, not for a while. And some not ever. You _do_ know that girls can be a _lot_ meaner than guys, right?" Tom paused to consider her words, then shrugged. "I guess I've learned to take whatever life dishes out. If they don't like me, there's not a lot I can do about it." Katie's eyes widened at his philosophy. She wasn't sure how long he'd be able to live by that credo. "How about your religion?" Tom sighed. "Is this the inquisition?" Katie laughed. "No, but I do want to get to know a little about my roommie. If you're up to all hours chanting and praying or doing some eastern yoga-Buddhist-incense thing, or you start ranting that I'm condemned to hell because I swear once in a while, well, that might make things a little ... tense." Tom laughed. "Yeah, I could see that." He shook his head. "No, I'm not an in-your-face Christian, but I did grow up in a very strong Catholic family." "Oh," Katie said quietly. "Is that why you're doing this?" Tom laughed. "No, not really. I mean, I believe in life and everything, but not enough to do this." Katie frowned. "Then why?" Tom shrugged. "I needed the money," he answered simply. He saw Katie's eyes widen. "It's complicated. Let's just say that I lost my scholarship for getting caught ... um, fooling around ... with the Dean's daughter." Katie's eyes widened, then she laughed. "That was you?" She continued to laugh so hard that she had to wipe her eyes. "This is ... hilarious," she added, through her mirth. "What?" Tom asked, suddenly defensive again. Katie held out a hand in a "slow down" gesture as she fought her laughter. "It's just ... weird. Everyone knows that Jillian is a slut. But most guys who tangle with her end up out of school. Not moving into the girls' dorm!" Tom tried to frown, but failed. The fact that his romantic encounter with the Dean's daughter, Jillian, had led to him changing completely into a girl _was_ amusing - in a way. "Maybe you could say that she was so bad in bed, it made me change my sexuality!" Tom tried to joke. Katie smiled. She got a sudden feeling, from this one feeble attempt at humor, that he was an okay guy. Girl. Person. She realized that this _was_ going to take getting used to - for both of them. "How do your family feel about this?" she prodded. Tom shook his head sadly. "I'm not sure. Ma ... she didn't say much. She _knew_ that I was desperate to stay in school, and she knows why. My little sister thinks it's cool. She always complained that having a brother was a pain. My older sister - I think she's having trouble." "And your dad?" Tom's eyes misted instantly. "My dad ... died in the mine. A long time ago." He looked down, silent and still, as old and painful memories overtook him. Katie moved to Tom's bed, sat beside him, and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Tom glanced up, seeing the compassion in her eyes, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know. Wasn't your fault." He shook his head. "It's been so long since he died. I shouldn't cry like that." "Big boys don't cry?" Katie asked. She shook her head slowly. "First, bottling up the pain doesn't help. Second, you're not a boy any more, and with all the hormones raging through your system, you're going to find yourself more emotional. A _lot_ more emotional. So it's okay to cry." "You the floor counselor, too?" Tom asked, trying to sound humorous, and failing. Katie smiled. "I'm studying Psych, remember?" "Oh, yeah." Was that why she'd taken him on as a roommate? Katie seemed like a nice girl. Tom hoped that he wasn't just a live-in psychology experiment. "Besides, girls cry. For lots of reasons. Happiness, sadness - you name it, you'll find girls crying. And since you're a girl, it's officially all right for you to cry." She sat up. "Now there's one thing we have to do." Tom straightened, frowning. "What's that?" "Your name." "Not that again," Tom complained, hoping to shunt that discussion aside. "Look, if you're a girl, you _can't_ have a boy's name. How am I going to treat you like a girl, help you learn to be a girl, share girl things with you, if you have a boy's name?" She had an expression of finality. "It just won't work." "You're .. serious?" "Uh huh. So what will it be?" "Uh, I guess I hadn't thought of that," Tom admitted sheepishly. "I mean, it's hard enough to give up ... parts. And now my name, too? That's like - all of my identity!" he protested. He shook his head. "I ... can't. The name is too much." Katie glanced at his chest, at the tiny cones starting to show through the thin material of his T-shirt. "How big is your mom? Up top, I mean?" "Huh?" Tom's eyes widened with surprise at the abrupt change of subject and at the bluntness of the question. "Her boobs. How big? How big are your sisters?" "Uh, about average, I think," he stammered. "I mean, c'mon. You don't really think about how big your mom's boobs are! I mean, that's kind of gross!" Katie laughed. "Maybe not boys, but girls _do_ notice, because their mom's size is a factor in what _they_ are going to have. Just like I bet boys notice how big their dad's package is, so they kind of know how big they'll be." She grinned and leaned a bit closer, as if conspiratorially. "I bet you noticed your sisters developing. Probably teased them a lot, too!" Tom dropped his head. "Yeah, I did," he admitted, feeling a bit guilty for just how much he'd tormented them. "And?" "Hard to tell with Sara. She's still growing. But Liz is done growing." "How big?" "Um, a little bigger than average, I guess." Katie touched one of his developing cones. "So you're probably going to end up looking like your sister. Didn't the center explain it?" Tom nodded slowly, his gaze directly mostly at the floor. "Probably. But I was thinking more about the money for school than some of the details." "Once you start really sprouting boobs, which you _will_ - and pretty soon, by the looks of it - it'll be really hard to use a boy's name." Katie smiled. "Besides, think of it as a new start." She thought for a moment. "I can't think of a lot of names that start with T. Tanya? Toni? Tracy? Tammy? Tina? Trixie? Tabitha? Tess?" She was watching Tom's expression as she called the names. He wasn't reacting. "Teri?" She saw his eyes perk up - slightly. "You like that?" Tom thought for a moment. "Teri isn't bad, I guess." He laughed uneasily. "One of the girls at the center suggested Teri, too." "Well, you'll need to think about it. Having a girl's name will help you be accepted - by those who _will_ accept you." She shook her head. "Can't help the snobs and bitches who will never like you." "I don't like the idea, but I promise to think about it." "Oh, and here's something else to think about when your boobs are growing..." Katie continued. "Yeah?" "Your hips and rear are probably going to get rounder and more womanly." She sat back on her bed. "Now, can I see it?" "What?" Tom's eyes were wide in shock. Katie smiled. "Like I said, I'm curious. I've never seen a Morris- Henderson before. We talked about it in one class last semester - a tiny bit. You know - the medical process, the psychological adaptation and how it compares to transsexualism." She saw his rising level of suspicion and shock. "And I'm not a lesbian, so you don't have to worry about me trying to sneak peeks to get my thrills or trying to seduce you. Although, right now, I wonder if you're still into girls." She had a thoughtful look, as if she was considering a psych problem. "Never mind. I'm just curious." "No!" Tom said strongly. "That's ... it's ... " He was lost for words. "No." Katie shrugged. "Okay. But you do realize that we'll _all_ get to see you in the showers. Eventually." Tom shuddered. He hadn't considered that some of the girls would be curious. Or that they might want to play 'compare body parts' with him, since he was kind of an 'artificial girl'. Or that the communal showers and bathrooms would expose him to all the girls in the floor. A few weeks ago, he would have loved to be in the showers in the girls' dorm. Now, he was dreading the thought. He realized that this was going to take a _lot_ of getting used to. ********** "You're going to have to come out sooner or later," one of the dorm residents chided, her arms crossed as she leaned against the tile- covered wall of the bathroom. "This is so embarrassing," Tom's voice called from one of the stalls. "Tell me when they're gone." Katie turned to the girls gathered in the bathroom. "C'mon, this isn't right," Katie protested. "How would you feel?" One the one hand, she understood the girls' curiosity. On the other, this was a very blatant invasion of Tom's privacy, and on a topic that was very touchy to his psyche. "We're not leaving until we get to meet the new _girl_," a petite girl beside Katie sang out sweetly. A few chuckles rippled through the group of seven girls waiting there with Katie. "Besides, how do we know this isn't some kind of sick joke?" "Yeah. Since you're going to be part of our floor, and we'll be seeing a _lot_ of each other, we kind of figured that introductions were in order," another girl added with a smile. "Dammit, Katie," Tom sounded distraught, "how many are out there? This is _humiliating_!" "Yeah, we're so mean," the petite girl said with a grin. "You might as well get it over with," another girl added. There was a brief rustling of clothes. The stall door opened and Tom shuffled out, with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, displaying his female lower anatomy. Likewise, he was holding his T- shirt up to show his enlarged nipples and the tiny mounds beneath. "See?" he complained, sounding near tears, "I've got all the parts, okay?" A couple of girls stared openly at Tom's anatomy. "Wow! You _do_ have a pussy!" one girl said, open-mouthed. Tom stood, pouting and fighting back tears. His pubic hair hadn't grown back, so his new vagina was totally exposed to the girls and their wide- eyed stares. Slowly, he pulled his T-shirt back down over his tits, then he bent down and pulled his underwear and pants back over his hips. He straightened, glaring at the girls, then stomped to the sink and washed his hands. Without looking at them, his steps stiff with anger and embarrassment, he stomped out of the bathroom, down the hall, and back to his room. The slam of the door punctuated his feelings about the girls' little prank. A few moments later, the door to his room opened and Katie peeked in. She saw Tom lying on his bed, face down, and from tiny spasms in his shoulders, she realized that he was crying. "Tom?" she called softly. "Go away!" his muffled voice answered. "Tom," Katie pleaded as she slid onto her bed, "please." "I trusted you!" Tom wailed into his pillow. "I couldn't stop them," Katie replied, her voice full of remorse. "Put yourself in their shoes - there's a new person in the dorm, a person who used to be a guy!" "I _am_ in their shoes," Tom glanced up and snarled. "_You_ and your friends should put yourselves in _my_ shoes!" His eyes were reddened and puffy from crying, and now anger mixed in the displayed emotions. "Up until a while ago, I _was_ a guy! Then I got my ... _thing_ ... cut off, and now I'm a girl! How do you think I feel? Isn't that enough humiliation without that little stunt?" Katie recoiled as if struck. She and the other girls obviously _hadn't_ considered what this meant to Tom. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't stop them, but what did you expect? You should be glad there were only seven of them." She realized that she was on dangerous ground, but Tom _needed_ a bit of tough love. He was facing a very difficult situation in the dorm - more difficult than he knew. "Things like this are probably going to happen pretty regularly around here for the next week or so, because all the girls are going to want to see for themselves - if only to satisfy themselves that you're not some pervert playing a practical joke." She paused. "And it's not as if you were forced into being a girl; you did this willingly!" At that point she took a good look and noticed how really distraught Tom was; her voice softened. "But I _am_ really sorry because I can see you're taking it really hard, and ..." Tom buried his face in his pillow again, and his sobbing resumed. After several awkward seconds, Katie rose and padded back to the door. Tom lay on his bed in solitude, crying and feeling sorry for himself. He _hated_ this! He was trapped and helpless! Then these girls decided to embarrass him to top it off. He wondered why he'd done this, to allow himself to be transformed. It couldn't be worth it, he thought to himself. Nothing could be worth this. ********** It was almost an hour later when Tom's door opened again, and Katie peeked in. She saw Tom lying on the bed, still, virtually unmoved from when she'd left. "Tom?" she asked softly. There was no reply; Tom was probably asleep. Katie padded into the room and lightly tapped his shoulder. "Tom?" she repeated. Tom stirred and rolled his head toward her. "Oh, it's you," he said bitterly once he'd focused on her face and recognized her. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and his simple phrase carried the sound of anger and contempt. Katie glanced back at the door and nodded; a silent procession of girls came into the room and wordlessly sat - on Katie's bed, at the foot of Tom's bed, on their chairs. Seven girls, plus Katie, and all wearing robes. Tom glanced around the room, confused and still angry. "What do you want now?" he asked, anger in his every word. Katie sat down next to the two girls on her bed. "We want to apologize. We're sorry. We shouldn't have done that." With that, the girls all stood, and then dropped their robes. Tom's eyes widened. As the robes slipped off, he realized that they were all nude. Totally, completely naked. He looked back at the floor out of embarrassment and a sense of decency and chivalry. One girl, standing beside Tom's desk, cleared her throat. "Hi," she said meekly, her voice trembling. "I'm Melody. I'm sorry." Katie saw Tom's averted gaze. "Look at us," she said softly. "We know we embarrassed you; we thought that if we put ourselves in the same spot, you'd know we're really sorry. We talked, and you were right. Then we figured we needed to do something pretty extreme so you'd understand that we _are_ sorry, and that we're trying to understand." Tom tried to focus on Melody's face, but failed. She was average height, and average build. Tom couldn't help but stare - for a moment - at the neat little triangular patch of sandy-blonde hair in her crotch, then his eyes went up. Melody had a heart tattoo on her hip, and perky breasts capped with large - and erect - brown nipples. Her face had a girl-next-door cuteness, with a dainty little nose and light freckles. Silver-blue eyes drew attention like magnets; her hair was the same sandy-blonde, worn in a simple shoulder-length cut. The next girl cleared her throat. "I'm Kim. I'm sorry, too." She sounded like she was going to die of embarrassment. Kim was taller - perhaps five foot nine - and more athletically built. Brunette, with her long hair in a simple ponytail, she was less curvy, and her breasts were a bit smaller but much perkier. She was well tanned, and with her good muscle tone and lack of visible fat, Tom thought immediately of the volleyball-playing beach bunny stereotype. "Hi," the next girl sounded a little less embarrassed. "I'm Linda, and I'm sorry." Linda was about Melody's height, but much curvier. She wasn't fat, but her hips were rounder, and her breasts much larger, to the point of sagging significantly. A renaissance figure, Tom noted. Her black hair was styled in a simple flip. "Hi, I'm ..." the next girl turned to Katie. "This is embarrassing," she complained. "You can do this," Katie encouraged her. "Go on." "I'm Ashley." Ashley sounded like she was ready to die of embarrassment. She was looking at the floor, her cheeks red. "I'm sorry," she stammered. Ashley was a wisp of a girl, not more than five feet two and maybe a hundred ten pounds dripping wet. Her hair was long, brown, and straight, and her figure was still developing. Of all the girls, she was the one who was closest to Tom in breast size. The next girl stepped forward proudly, her shoulders back and her ample breasts thrust forward. "I'm Christina," she announced. "I'm sorry." She stood, on display, as if she was used to being nude in public. Her hair was wavy auburn, and with her big brown eyes and shapely figure, Tom knew that she was used to having guys at her beck and call. There was just that air of confidence and control about her. "I'm Erica," the next girl announced. "It's nice to meet you." Tom saw her eyeing him, and she wondered if Erica might not bat for the other team, and as such, she was checking him out for a completely different reason. Erica was taller than Linda, but with much larger breasts. Tom had difficulty tearing his eyes from her very inviting bosom. Even in this informal setting, Erica was wearing makeup, and her layered wavy strawberry-blonde hair was impeccably styled, with wisps of seemingly unruly hair designed to convey the message that she was a bit 'naughty'. "I'm Dianne," the next girl announced simply. "I'm sorry. I was rude. Can you forgive me?" she asked simply. Her voice was a soft sultry contralto, and she had girl-next-door looks and figure. Her green eyes were soft and pleading, and her long wavy red hair made her look stereotypically Irish. She also sounded the most sincere of all the girls. Tom glanced around the room, settling his gaze for a few moments on his roommate. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I ... betrayed your trust. I --" she broke off, her voice cracking and her gaze dropping to the floor. Tom looked at her, then stepped forward and gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him. "I know," he said simply. "I'm ... touched. That you would all do this as a way of apologizing." He felt tears welling up in his eyes for reasons he didn't understand. "Damned hormones," he swore. Katie gave him a hug. "Thank you," she replied. "For forgiving me. Us." Tom returned the hug, feeling Katie's breasts against his chest, her nude body against his. He realized just how much the girls had risked to apologize like this. It had to be embarrassing for them. He found himself choking up at their gesture of friendship. For a few moments, he enjoyed the warmth of Katie's embrace, reveling in the way it made him feel inside. After a moment, he stepped back and a grin crept on his face. "You know," he said, "something isn't quite right here." As the girls pondered, he pulled off his T-shirt, then slid off his pants until he, too, was nude. "Do I fit in better?" he asked with a grin. "Almost," Erica laughed, then she glanced down at her erect nipples. "Only you're not as cold as we are." She thrust her chest forward again, as if to poke her chilly nipples toward Tom to emphasize her point. Katie laughed, then picked up her robe and slid it on. The other girls did likewise, while Tom pulled his clothing back on. As he sat back down, Tom looked thoughtful. "You know, a few weeks ago, I'd have given anything for a show like you just gave me." Linda and Melody feigned pouts. "You mean, we can't excite you?" Tom reacted like he'd been slapped. He realized that the girls _hadn't_ excited him, that he hadn't felt sexual excitement for several weeks. Even Katie's nude body against him hadn't excited him. Katie noticed. "Are you okay?" Tom shook his head, his mouth hanging open. Slowly, he sank onto his bed. "Uh, no," he said softly. "I ... I don't think so." "What's wrong?" Katie asked, sitting beside him. Tom shook his head. "That's just it. I should have been horny as hell from seeing a bunch of naked girls up close. But I didn't feel anything." He was ashen, with tears starting for form in the corners of his eyes. He dropped his head, staring at the floor between his feet. "I'm not a guy." Katie glanced around at the other girls, gesturing with a nod that it was time for them to leave. When the door shut behind the last of them, she wrapped her arm around Tom's shoulder. "It's going to take time," she said softly. "You're grieving." Tom shook his head, sobbing again. "I'm scared," he said softly. "I can't get excited. Not by you girls. What's next? Getting wet and horny by seeing guys?" He started bawling. ********** To be continued...