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Here's the third chapter. Thanks to Jezzie and Ellie for editorial help and story suggestions (as usual). ************************************************************ Operation Rescue: The New Co-Ed Chapter 3 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 'surrogates'. [email protected] ***************************************************************** Even though it wasn't chilly, Tom wore a light jacket as he strode across campus. The loose outer garment helped hide the swelling of his breasts. He stared down at the sidewalk as he walked quickly back toward his dorm. While no one had bothered him - yet, he didn't want to spend any more time in public than he had to. So far, he hadn't been harassed, but he felt unusually self-conscious. Two girls fell in step beside him, one on each side. Their appearance was a surprise to Tom; he would have seen them approaching had he been looking. He glanced nervously at the two; their clothing and mannerisms made him think that they were from the Beta Tau Delta sorority. He felt a shudder course down his spine. "Hi, _Tom_," one of the girls sang out sweetly to him. "Or have you changed your name, too?" The other girl laughed. "You know, we really should take you out shopping and get you glammed up a bit! That outfit is just too unattractive!" "Yeah. Something with a scoop neck and a pushup bra!" The girl made a very obvious glance at Tom's chest as she spoke. "And a short tight skirt to show off your legs and ass!" Tom tried to walk faster, but he realized that three guys were moving to intercept them. He shuddered. One of the guys was his ex-roommate, Bill. Flanked by the two sorority girls, Tom stopped, his way now blocked. "Hey, Tom," one of the guys said, "I hear you decided you'd rather be a girl!" "Damned ugly girl, if you ask me," another one said. The girls laughed at that. "Excuse me," Tom said in a trembling voice, "I need to get to my dorm." He stepped to one side, hoping to move around his antagonists. The guys and girls moved to block his path. "Aw, do you need to go so soon?" one of the girls asked. "Don't you want to stay and share some girl talk?" "Or meet some real manly guys?" the other one mocked. "Fuckin' queer!" one of the guys sneered. "Just leave me alone," Tom pleaded. "I didn't do anything to you." "What are you going to do, sissy? Cry like a girl?" Bill taunted. The girls laughed. "_She_ probably will cry!" one said. "Yeah. Girls are supposed to be _so_ emotional!" another guy chimed in with a laugh. Tom tried to sidestep the group again, only to be blocked once more. "Are you really a girl - where it counts?" one of the girls asked with a laugh. "He's a damned faggot!" Bill snarled. "Letting himself be turned into a girl!" "Fuckin' tranny!" another guy added. He pawed at Tom's chest. "Hey!" he said as Tom tried to block his move. "I just want to see if you've got some real tits!" One of the girls pulled Tom's jacket down off his shoulders. "_She's_ not wearing a bra!" she hooted as she ran her hand over the back of his shirt. "Still waiting for the titty-fairy to visit?" the other girl added. Tom was fighting back tears. "Just leave me alone," he pleaded again as he tried to back away from the group. "If you're really a girl, maybe you should prove it!" the first girl said. "Maybe you can get one of these manly men to pop your cherry!" The group laughed at Tom's expense. "Not me!" Bill said. "I go for attractive women, attractive _real_ women." "Yeah. Who'd be willing to screw such an ugly broad?" The third guy laughed. "There ain't enough beer in the house for that!" Bill roared with laughter. "Maybe a case would do it. And a sack over her head!" "Hey, if you're really a girl, why don't you show us?" one of the guys taunted. "Yeah," the second girl chimed in. "We're all adults. We've all seen a naked girl before!" "Yeah. Show us you're really a girl!" "Unless you're just a queer who likes hanging out with girls in the girls' dorm!" Bill added. "Hey, I know what _she_ needs!" one of the girls said with a wicked grin. She dug into her purse and pulled out a small bottle. As she uncapped it, the guys started grinning, and two of them grabbed Tom, holding him firmly. The girl spritzed some perfume on Tom's neck, below his ears; then she pulled his shirt out and sprayed more down his chest, all to the delight and amusement of the others. The second girl grinned. "Something's still missing," she said, before she, too, dug into her purse. She pulled out a tube, and as soon as the guys saw what it was, the third guy grasped Tom's head to hold him still. With much laughter, the girl smeared some lipstick on Tom. "Better," she said, all the while laughing. "But still not very attractive." The boys relaxed their grip as they laughed, and Tom twisted sharply, pulling himself free from the guys. Without wasting a moment, he quickly darted between the girls to freedom. Tears started to flow freely as he ran from the group. Behind him, they continued to laugh and taunt him as he fled. ********** With a last glance over his shoulder, Tom swiped his ID card in the lock, then opened the door and ducked into Avery Hall. As the door shut, sealing out his tormenters, Tom leaned back against the wall, shaking. He wiped his sleeve across his face in a futile attempt to dry off the tears. After a few minutes, once the tears had mostly stopped, he raised himself upright and climbed up the stairs. He glanced nervously down the hall on the second floor. As he started down the hall, he felt a pressure in his bladder, and he shuddered involuntarily. He walked nervously into the bathroom. As he stepped in, a girl looked up from the sink. It was Shelly Martin, one of the less friendly residents. She snorted derisively at him. "Why can't you use the other bathroom?" she asked angrily. The tears flowed anew at her affront. "I live here, too," he answered, his voice trembling. "I'm a ... girl," he said through sobbing. "You're a freak!" Shelly snarled. "It's bad enough that you're living in our dorm. Can't you use the other bathroom?" She shut off the water faucet, dried her hands, and stomped out. The expression on her face was one of pure hatred. Tom was shaking as he slipped into the stall, sobbing. He hadn't signed up for this type of treatment. He just wanted to stay in college. ********** The backpack landed on the bed with a resounding thud. Tom let out a heavy sigh as he flopped down on the bed and leaned back on his pillow. Katie, seated at her desk with her attention focused on her textbook and notebook, glanced his way. "Tough day?" she asked. Tom sighed again. "You could say that." He stared blankly at the ceiling. "My former roommate has been spreading nasty stories about me." "Oh?" Katie's attention shifted to Tom. "Yeah." Tom sighed yet again. "I got called a queer, faggot, tranny, and more. A couple of the guys were grabbing at my chest," he glanced briefly at the tiny cones showing through his T-shirt. "And a couple of girls from the Beta Tau Delta sorority were asking when I was going to develop enough to wear a bra." He recounted all the details of the encounter. "Stuck-up sorority cunts," Katie cursed under her breath. "They're worse than the boys." Tom wiped at the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. "But they're right," he said, trying but failing to keep emotion from his voice. Katie started at his response. She watched him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Tom pulled his legs up on the bed, curling up into a ball with his back toward Katie. "What the hell was I thinking?" he asked bitterly. "I turned myself into a freak!" "You did what you had to do," Katie tried to reassure him. "There _had_ to be another way!" Tom retorted. "I didn't have let them make me a woman!" Katie slid her chair back, then padded to Tom's bed and sat beside him. She rubbed her hand on his back reassuringly. "You're not a freak," she said. "You're doing a very noble thing, and helping yourself stay in school in the process." "One of the girls told me I should 'break in' my new parts!" Tom wailed. "She said I should go ahead and get laid right there, and the guys laughed!" Tom was sobbing, and tears were flowing down his cheeks. "And the guys ... the guys said they'd n-n-need a lot of beer and a-a-a sack!" He dabbed at his eyes, his body shaking. "And the whole t-t- time they were _laughing_ at m-m-me!" As she thought she detected some odor, Katie sniffed. It smelled like ... perfume? Tom noticed her expression. "I tried to wash it off." "What?" Katie already knew the answer. "The perfume they sprayed on me," Tom sobbed. "And they held me and put on lipstick!" Katie stiffened, her features clouding with anger. On the one hand, she had expected that such taunts would happen - eventually. "Didn't the center give you some help, some idea of what you were getting into?" Tom nodded. "Yeah. I had to go to some classes on what was involved, what kind of problems I might encounter, what kinds of legal and psychological help they offered - you know, that sort of thing." "But?" Tom sighed. "I guess I figured this wouldn't happen to me," he confessed. "I figured they were trying to scare me, to make sure I would go through with it. You know, the shock treatment." Katie nodded slowly. "Did they have any kind of one-on-one counseling? Any group sessions before you made up your mind?" "Yeah. I ... turned them down. Made up some excuses not to go." Katie frowned. "Why? Didn't you know that it was for your own good? Or was it some macho bullshit that you thought you didn't need any counseling?" Tom didn't answer; he just dropped his head in silent admission that Katie was right. Katie wanted to scream. Tom was a good person, and what he'd encountered was so wrong. If only he'd have taken the pre-counseling seriously. They could have helped him. And she was shocked; with the 'live and let live' attitude toward sexuality that was so common these days, it was hard to understand the blatant bias and bigotry of the encounter. "Did you call security?" Tom shook his head. "Why? You really think the Dean would let them do anything in my case?" Katie swore under her breath. This was so wrong; in any other event, this would be considered serious sexual harassment. But Tom was probably right; the Dean would see that it was swept under the rug. And Tom probably didn't want any confrontations that would result from him trying to file charges with the campus police. "Does the center have counseling?" she finally asked. Tom paused. "What?" "Do they have counseling?" Katie repeated. "Surely they know that this can be very difficult for a man." Tom rolled his head to glance toward Katie. "Yeah, Rachel told me that they had counseling if I needed it." Katie winced inwardly at his reaction. Anytime she said, "Surely...," Tom responded with the 'Airplane' movie line, "...and don't call me Shirley." He didn't this time. She was afraid that this incident, together with the snubbing he was receiving from the likes of Shelly, was really getting to him, maybe starting to drive him into serious depression. After waiting for a moment to see if Tom was going to say more, she pulled out her cell phone. "What's the number?" she asked. "What?" Tom was confused by her question. "The number for the center." "Oh." Tom thought for a moment. "I don't know. It's on my cell phone." Katie held out her hand toward Tom; he stared at it blankly for a moment. He quickly realized what she wanted, and he handed his phone to Katie. Katie quickly searched Tom's phone list, then dialed. "Hello. Can I please speak with Rachel?" she asked while eyeing Tom. "It's about my roommate - Tom Wilson." Tom's eyes narrowed as Katie spoke. It was obvious to Katie that he really didn't like the idea of counseling. "Hi. I'm Katie, Tom's roommate. I understand you guys provide counseling?" She paused a moment. "Yeah, I think so. He had a pretty rough day. In fact, it's been kind of tough on him since he moved." Tom scowled and held out his hand for _his_ phone. He felt like she was railroading him into counseling. Katie smiled sweetly. "I'm studying psych, so I've been learning about counseling. And about people who are in denial about needing some counseling." She spoke into the phone with confidence and concern. Tom grabbed at the phone, and Katie let him take it. "Hi, ... uh ... Rachel? Sorry to be wasting your time. My roommate is overreacting a bit." Katie watched as Tom listened to Rachel speaking. He seemed to visibly deflate, his stern defiance melting away. "Okay. All right." He hung up the phone. "Well?" Tom sighed. "She said I need to come in as soon as possible. As in today. She reminded me that my contract specifies necessary medical care, and that includes mental health and counseling." Katie tried to keep from an "I told you so" expression, but she failed. "I'll drive." ********** Tom glanced around the office. "No couch?" he asked sarcastically. Rachel shook her head, trying to maintain her smile. "You're stuck on a bad stereotype." She gestured toward a stuffed chair. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable, and we'll talk." Tom eased himself into the chair, still feeling cautious. "Talk? Like what? You want to know why I hate my mother, or junk like that?" Rachel sighed. "You're going to be difficult, aren't you?" She sounded impatient. Tom's defiant stare faded almost immediately. "Sorry," he said, looking as sheepish as he sounded. "It's just ... well, I don't know what to do." Rachel smiled to herself. "This is a lot tougher than you thought, and you're confused, and possibly frightened, and maybe hurt by some of the things being said about you." Tom's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. "How ..." he started to say, "how did you know?" he finally stammered. Rachel forced herself to not grin. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Technically, I'm _Doctor_ Rachel McKnight. I'm a licensed psychologist. It's my job to know. And since I've been doing this for a few years, I've seen a _lot_ of different reactions in a lot of different patients." "Oh," Tom answered simply. "And you were probably thinking that the problems you've encountered are unique to you, haven't been felt by others, and no one else would understand, right?" Tom nodded, even more surprised. "That kind of sums it up. But...?" Rachel allowed a small smile. "Like I said, I'm a trained counselor. I've heard a lot more than you would imagine." She sat back and picked up a pad of paper. "So where do you want to start?" Tom realized that his muscles were tense. He leaned back, forcing himself to relax, as he took a couple of deep breaths. "I don't know. Maybe it starts with how I feel kind of trapped," he began cautiously. Rachel scribbled some notes. "Trapped, how?" Tom sighed. "You know - I lost my scholarship, and I would've had to drop out of college." "And you're afraid of working in the mines, and probably dying like your father." Tom nodded. "There's nothing wrong with being afraid. Especially when it's about life-and-death situations, and losing someone you loved," Rachel offered. "And then you got trapped by the dean, and you feel like you were forced to become completely a woman, right?" Tom nodded again. "Yeah, that's about it." "Is it about not being in control?" Tom paused, his head half-cocked as he pondered her words, then he nodded. "Yeah, I guess that's part of it." "But that's not all, is it?" Tom shook his head. "I ... had a really bad day," he said softly. "Do you want to tell me about it?" Tom sighed, then he nodded. He quickly summarized the taunting by the other students, and the nasty attitude from some of the girls in the dorm. Rachel listened, taking notes as Tom spoke. When he was finished, she looked at the pad, tapping her pen as she thought. "How do you feel about yourself?" "Huh?" "You've told me how others are reacting to you. But how do you feel about yourself?" Tom started to speak, then closed his mouth and thought for a bit. "I don't know," he finally admitted softly. Rachel nodded to herself. "How do you feel about women? In general, I mean. Do you see women as strong, or weak; as being in control, or being controlled?" Tom thought for a moment. "I really hadn't thought about it. I mean, my mom is pretty strong. I guess." "You guess?" Tom dropped his head. "Well, she didn't handle losing Dad well. She fell apart." "So you see that as weak, and not being in control?" Tom nodded. "Maybe, I guess." He wrinkled his brow in confusion. "What does this have to do with me?" "If you see women as weak, then being one would mean that you're weak, as opposed to your previous self-image as a strong young man," Rachel explained. "It could be confusing, even psychologically disorienting. The same with seeing women as being in control." "Oh." Tom pondered her words. "I guess that makes sense." "How did _you_ handle your dad's death?" Tom started at the question. "Uh," he began slowly, almost like he was afraid to answer, "I guess not too well." He dropped his gaze to the floor, fighting back tears at the painful memories. "Not well at all." Rachel nodded knowingly. "And does that make you weak?" Tom looked up suddenly at her, surprise on his features. "What?" "Does that make you weak?" "Uh, not really, I guess." "So was it _really_ weakness on your mother's part, when she fell apart after losing her husband, her life-companion?" Tom started to answer, then a slow realization dawned in his eyes. "Maybe not," he answered hesitantly. "So she's maybe not as ... weak ... as I thought?" Rachel smiled. "Losing a spouse is one of the most devastating things for a person. Even the strongest person can be knocked for a loop. No, it's not weakness to be lost or to cry or to be distressed at a time like that." Tom thought for a moment. "So ... my mom is a lot stronger than I thought?" "Which means..." Rachel led his train of thought. "Maybe, just because they're more emotional, women aren't as weak as I might have thought?" Tom asked meekly. "And?" Tom bit his lip as he thought. "I guess I shouldn't feel weak and not in control when ... they taunt me and stuff." "How do you feel about what you're doing, about the fact that you're going to be carrying a baby? Does that scare you?" Tom nodded. "Yes, a lot." Rachel nodded slightly. "But you're going through with it?" Tom nodded again. "I have to." "Why?" "What?" Tom sounded confused. "Why do you have to go through with it?" Tom frowned. "Because I signed a contract. I gave my word. I have to go through with it." "Even if it means having to deal with a lot of harassment and taunting?" Tom bit his lip. "Yup." He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "I gave my word. It's my honor. I _can't_ back out. Or I'd be a liar." Rachel smiled to herself. She knew Tom's psych profile; she knew that he would see this through to the end come hell or high water. "So what do you do?" Tom's head spun to look directly at her. "I'm not sure I understand." "What do you do? How are you going to handle this? How are you going to go forward?" Tom dropped his head, his eyes closing again as he sighed. Slowly, his head shook. "I don't know," he finally answered, sounding very small and uncertain. "I don't know." Rachel waited for him to look at her again. "To start with, if you want, I can have our legal department contact with the university. If they allow such harassment again, they will be hit with a major lawsuit, along with a lot of bad publicity. I'm sure _that_ will get their attention." She saw the impact of her words as Tom absorbed them. She could see that he realized he had a strong ally that was willing to help him. It seemed that a burden was lifted from his shoulders. Tom shook his head. "Uh, I'd rather not," he answered slowly. "I ... don't want to make any more waves." "I think I understand," Rachel said. "But if it gets worse, you know you can rely on us for help." She continued. "And I want to see you in here - formally - at least three times a week, until you get a better handle on how you feel about yourself. Your self-confidence, or lack of it, is the key to how you deal with this entire set of changes." Tom listened, then he nodded slowly. "Okay," he said softly. "Third," Rachel continued, "on Thursday nights, we have a support group for our patients. I want you to attend a session or two and see if it helps. There are a few men in it who are pregnant, some who are preparing - like you, a few who are post-partum, and we usually have one or two who have fully transitioned for their term of service." "Fully women?" Rachel nodded. "It may help you to meet them, so you don't feel like you're alone with these challenges. Some of our other staff may be able to help you cope, too." ********** "It's not so bad," Katie tried to sound reassuring and soothing. "It's _awful_!" Tom angrily replied. "I _hate_ this!" He sat on his bed, leaning against the wall with his knees drawn up to his chest. "Periods are natural. Didn't the doctor tell you about this?" Tom frowned. "Yes. But she didn't say I'd feel cramped or bloated or sore!" "Some girls have it easier than others. I've heard that a lot of how you deal with it is attitude." "Yeah? Well I've got a real pissy attitude about it then!" Tom retorted harshly. "It's ... gross!" A knock sounded, and the door opened before either could answer. It was Linda who stuck her head in. "What's up?" Katie shrugged. "Not a lot. Tom's just sitting here feeling sorry for _herself_." Tom frowned at Katie. "No, I'm not!" he snapped. "Oh," Linda said slowly, nodding. "That time of month, huh?" "Piss off!" Tom snarled. "Why are you guys picking on me?" Katie sighed, then sat down next to Tom. "We're _not_ picking on you," she said in a soothing tone. "We've _all_ been through it. It's part of life. It's just ... new to you, I guess." Linda sat down, too. "Maybe we were being insensitive," she admitted. "But ... well, it's kind of human nature." She thought for a moment. "Have you had your wisdom teeth out?" Tom's eyes widened. "What the hell do my wisdom teeth have to do with me feeling sore and bloated and cramped?" Katie picked up where Linda was going. "Have you _ever_ heard anyone describe getting their wisdom teeth out as 'no big deal'? I bet you haven't. It's always a horror story." "Yeah. Like it's kind of a ... duty ... to scare people about it. And most of the time, it turns out to be 'no big deal'." Katie nodded. "I guess we're doing the same thing with your period. We made a pretty big deal about it with horror stories, and maybe we got you into a self-fulfilling thing." Tom thought, his eyes narrowed with anger. He closed them and took a couple of deep breaths. "Maybe you're right," he said after a pause. "Maybe if I didn't have such a bad attitude, it wouldn't seem so bad." Linda nodded. "That, and take a Midol or something." Tom sighed. "Maybe a nice hot shower would help my back." He glanced nervously at Linda and Katie, as if he was nervous by their presence, then he peeled off his sweatshirt and scooted to the edge of the bed to stand. A knock sounded and the door opened again. Melody and Ashley barged in. "Hi, guys. What's up?" Melody asked in a chipper voice. Tom pulled his sweatshirt in front of his chest to cover his growing tits, then he sighed as the girls laughed. He shook his head as she dropped the sweatshirt. "Embarrassed, I guess," he admitted as he blushed. "Are your boobs bigger?" Linda asked. "Damn, girl, they're just growing and growing. When are they going to stop?" Tom blushed even more scarlet. "It's not my fault," he retorted. "I wish they _would_ stop." Katie grinned. "You know what this means?" Tom groaned. "I don't need a bra," he protested, already knowing what the girls were going to suggest - again. "Yes, you do," the girls answered in unison. Tom shook his head, already knowing what they were thinking. "And you want to take me shopping, I suppose?" The girls nodded their agreement. "Yup." Tom sighed and shook his head. "Aren't you guys ever going to stop nagging me about shopping and buying clothes?" "Nope." He stood, then, after glancing nervously at the gathered girls, unfastened his pants, slid them past his hips and stepped out of them. "I'm going to take my shower," he announced. He noticed Katie and the other girls staring at him. "What?" "Your panties - they're kind of ... sexy!" Melody declared. "You've been shopping without us!" Tom blushed again. "No," he answered quickly. Too quickly to be believed, he realized. "Well, yes." He grabbed his robe and slipped it on. "I ... made a mess of one pair, and well, I was already near the mall, and, well..." Katie smiled. "You're learning," she said approvingly. Tom scowled, then grabbed his towel and toiletries bag and started out the door. He stopped and stepped back to his dresser, where he recovered a new pair of panties, and he pulled out a fresh tampon. He felt embarrassed as he stomped down to the shower. He wasn't _really_ a girl, and it wasn't natural for him to have periods, nor to be shopping for sexy panties. And yet, he was, and all these girls knew it. It was just do damned _wrong_! And it wasn't; that was the problem. Tom hung his towel and robe outside the shower, then took his "essentials" and stepped into the shower. Like in many dorms, it was a communal shower, with six shower heads in one large tiled room. Taking a shower was a social and communal experience, as Tom had learned but still hadn't gotten used to. Shelly Martin was already in the shower; as Tom stepped in, Shelly turned, saw Tom, and gave an audible snort of disapproval. She quickly finished rinsing her hair, then turned off the water, grabbed her towel, and began to wrap her hair. With a look of disdain, she stepped outside the shower and began to dry the rest of her body with a second towel. Tom ignored her display of contempt and turned on his own shower. He gingerly tested the temperature with his hand before backing into the warm spray. He'd learned early that his nipples were very sensitive, and that the shower spray could actually _hurt_. The warm water pulsed into his lower back. His eyes drifted shut, and he let the spray wash his cares away. For a few glorious moments, his cares vanished. His feeling of cramping and the soreness in his back disappeared. The snobbish attitude of Shelly vanished. His strange state of being a woman and living in Avery Hall floated away. It was just Tom and the warm jet of water massaging his back. He wished that the shower could just go on and on. "Hi." Tom's reverie was broken; his eyes snapped open as he turned his head toward the voice. "Oh, hi Dianne," he answered when he recognized the red-haired beauty. Dianne stepped to a shower head and turned it on. "Looks like you were lost in thought," she said pleasantly. Her attitude was a nice change from Shelly. "Oh, yeah," Tom answered. "It feels good on my back. I guess I kind of lost track of things." Dianne smiled as she stepped into her own shower. "I figured you were here." "How?" "Shelly came stomping out of the bathroom, pissed." Tom shook his head sadly. "I know she doesn't like me, but how is her being pissed any different from normal?" Dianne laughed. "Yeah, she is a bitch." She glanced at the shower entrance, then back at Tom. "Did you notice anything about her?" she asked in a hushed tone. Tom thought for a moment. "Like what?" Dianne glanced again. "Did you notice that she's not a natural blonde?" Tom frowned, pondering her words. "How ... how can you tell?" he asked, as if he knew the answer but had to have Dianne confirm it for him. Dianne grinned. "I think you know." Tom blushed almost immediately. "I ... hadn't noticed," he said quickly. "I mean, it's not like I'm exactly used to ... seeing ... being with ... naked girls." "Well, I think you're doing okay. I mean," she continued, "I can't imagine how I'd feel if it were me." She looked down at his body. "You've got a much hairier body than she does," she said, trying not to embarrass him. "On your legs, I mean." Tom nodded. "Yeah, I know. Katie has been nagging me about shaving." "It's not every day we see a guy shaving in the girls' dorm." Tom shook his head. "Nah, not my face," he explained quickly. "Dr. Tina gave me something called 'Beard Stop' for that. She and Rachel thought that me shaving my face would be ... awkward." "Well, duh!" Dianne added, perhaps a little too quickly and eagerly. "So, what .... Oh!" Tom had lifted his arm, showing his hairy armpit. "Yeah. That's what Katie said, too." Dianne frowned. "Well, unless you're going for the European natural look, then I have to agree with Katie." She wrinkled her nose. "It's kind of gross." "Not you, too!" Tom complained. "You're all ganging up on me." Dianne tried to look innocent. "Please. Would you do it for me?" She batted her eyes in an exaggerated way. Tom laughed, at the same time he cringed inwardly. Seeing a lovely naked girl bat her eyes while saying "please" really got him. After an awkward moment, he sighed. "I don't know how," he explained. "To shave my armpits, I mean." Dianne smiled sweetly. "I'll teach you." She pulled a razor from her shower kit. "And your legs?" she added. Tom closed his eyes and shook his head. Despite having girl equipment, he was still a sucker for pretty eyes, he realized. "Oh, all right." Dianne proceeded to show Tom by shaving his left armpit and one leg. As she shaved inside his thigh, Tom felt a strange tingling; he immediately attributed it to nerves. He noted that Dianne seemed to be taking her time in that area. "Um," Tom said hesitantly, "is ...?" He didn't know quite what to say. Dianne glanced up at him and smiled. "You don't want me to nick you down there, do you?" she asked with a wink. Tom grimaced. "Uh, I guess not." He realized that her touch was making him very uncomfortable - in a way he'd never quite felt. If he hadn't known better, he'd have sworn that he was getting aroused - in a girl way. As soon as she finished, Dianne handed him the razor. "Just like that," she said with a smile. Tom frowned. "You're going to make me solo ... right now?" "No time like the present." Tom sighed, but set about shaving his other side, just as Dianne had shown him. He found it was much tougher than she'd made it look. "This is harder than shaving my face," he complained. Dianne just smiled. "Guys have no idea of how much work we go through to look nice." She looked at Tom's results. "Not bad - for a first try." "Thanks," Tom sighed. "There's so much to get used to." He closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Like now." Dianne nodded sympathetically. "It's just one of those things, I guess." She looked at Tom, studying him. "Sore back?" she asked. Tom nodded. "Sore back, feeling bloated, some cramping. Yeah." "Your period?" Tom nodded again as he sighed. "Yeah. My first one. Not a lot of fun." "I understand," she said. "For me, it gets sore right here," she demonstrated by pressing lightly in the small of Tom's back. Tom sighed. "Yeah. That's _one_ spot." Dianne lightly pushed Tom until the shower was spraying directly on his back. "How's that feel?" she asked as she raised the temperature of the spray. Tom his back relax under the stream of warm water. "Oh, yeah," he sighed, letting his eyes drift half shut. "That feels good." Dianne was smiling at him. "Just relax and enjoy that." She stepped back to her own shower and quickly rinsed. Tom started, confused. He shook his head. "Uh ... " Dianne shut off her shower and glanced over her shoulder. "Are you okay?" Tom started to speak, then he shut his mouth. Finally, he spoke. "I thought ... " He stopped; what he was thinking sounded ridiculous to him. A tiny frown flitted across Dianne's features, and then her eyes widened. "Did you think ... that I was ...?" Her jaw dropped open. Tom looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling ashamed. "I ... I don't know," he mumbled. "It's just ... I mean ... you were ..." Dianne laughed, which made Tom blush with shame. "You thought I was coming on to you?" Tom nodded mutely. He expected that Dianne would laugh, and then tell all the other girls, and his life would go from difficult to impossible. She surprised him. "I guess that's kind of ... sweet," she managed to say. "I mean, you were a guy, and you probably still think of us girls the way a guy would." She shrugged. "I guess taking a shower with a naked girl is a little confusing." Tom nodded. "That, and being taught how to shave, and all the other things.. Yeah." Dianne paused, as if thinking, then she nodded. "I can see that." She thought another moment. "Were you ... hoping that I'd make a pass at you?" she asked carefully. Tom bit his lip and pondered her question. "I don't know, maybe. I mean, you're very pretty, and, well, it's hard _not_ to think of you in a sexy way." He shook his head sadly. "I've changed so much, and to now wonder if I still like girls, but _as_ a girl?" He shuddered anew. "Every new feeling I get in this body scares the hell out of me. What if I really liked it? Would that make me want to stay a girl?" He turned away. "I've lost so much of my identity, and I feel like I'm lost sometimes." Dianne stepped back and turned off her shower. "I'm sorry," she said as she stepped toward the doorway. "I didn't mean to mislead you." Tom turned to face her. "I'm sorry, too," he said, his voice choking with emotion. "I guess I messed this up, didn't I?" Dianne smiled. "Maybe not. We're still getting to know each other," she explained. She smiled again. "Friends?" Tom returned the smile. "Yeah, I like the way that sounds. Friends." ********** To be continued...