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Dr. Kindermacher's Girl Chapter 1 - Aches and Pains The alarm clock went off at 7 am, its insistent clanging rousing Jim Young from a deep sleep. Dragging himself to the bathroom, he took a close look at himself in the mirror. He was no youngster. At 63 he was--if not over the hill yet--certainly on the downward slope. His once- toned body was flabby and wrinkled, and the energy he enjoyed in his youth had been replaced by a general ache from countless minor insults over the years. Slowly lifting his six foot, 200-pound frame out of bed, he threw on a tattered bathrobe and stumbled into the kitchen of his Westchester, New York home. His wife and best friend Diane was already sitting at the table, reading the Times. The two nodded comfortably at one another as Jim poured a cup of coffee for himself. Diane was dressed in a long nightgown and terrycloth robe. Jim remembered how she used to wear short lacy negligees to bed, but that was long ago. It was cold out anyway, and it wouldn't be sensible. Neither was in a hurry to start a conversation. They had been together so long that small talk was pointless. Each knew how the other felt about the weather, and what the other planned for the day. Sometimes it seemed as if they were one person. They loved one another, although they rarely thought of their relationship as passionate. They shared a mutual affection that both took for granted but could not be duplicated in a hundred lifetimes. Like Jim, Diane was aging. She was 60, three years younger than her husband. She was fighting a losing battle with gray hair, and her face had lost the youthful shine it had when she was a young coquette trying to get the attention of the senior classman she was to marry. Jim and Diane had one child, a daughter, long since grown up. Lauren was 33 and lived only two blocks away in a single level home with a daughter of her own. Katelyn was 17. She was a good kid, but a little wild. As a single Mom, Lauren was glad to be near her folks, who gave her the advice and support she needed. Young didn't have much time to linger over breakfast. As usual, he was running late for work. After a quick shower, he threw on a shirt and pants, added a tie without really looking at it, and - after giving Diane a quick peck on the cheek--rushed out the door, headed toward his office in midtown Manhattan. He was the chief financial officer for DNAmite Corporation, a Fortune 500 company. He had been there some 30 years, working his way from junior accountant to the top floor. He was proud of the firm, which was a smallish enterprise when he started, but had grown to a global scale. They made everything from health care products to chemicals, one of the rare conglomerates that were still profitable. It had always been a good place to work. Two years ago, however, a new management team had come in, changing the work environment from that of a collegial team to a competitive rat race. Young never liked the new leadership, taking an instant dislike to them the first week they were in charge. But he didn't expect them to be corrupt, until he came across a sheaf of documents left at an unattended cubicle one day. The papers hinted at massive financial irregularities--forged receipts, faked inventory, altered books, everything. The trail was difficult to follow, but it was increasingly looking like it led right to the desk of the CEO, a 45-year old wunderkind named John King. King was a strong-willed and charismatic leader, and had led other firms he had worked for - as least on paper - to huge profits. If he had tampered with the books, it would be a major blow to DNAmite. That same day, Young had a series of meetings with King's staff. He had been having these meetings for weeks now, as he tried to dig to the bottom of the apparent scandal. These things always were exhausting. King's people were evasive, and their answers to even simple questions were contradictory and defensive. Young was convinced that most or all of them were corrupt. But he still couldn't prove it. But he had a team of accountants going through the corporate books to find the proof. King was no idiot. He knew what Young was after, and was determined to stop him from getting it. Raised in a tough neighborhood in Philadelphia, King knew how to fight, and wasn't afraid to fight dirty. Hidden deep in the corporate bureaucracy was a research project that didn't appear on any corporate records. It was a classic "skunkworks" operation -the term was used for the top-secret Manhattan project, and has since come to mean any ultra-secret project. It was the sort of project that needed to be confidential. There otherwise would be far too much interest from competitors and from the government. The goal of the project: to discover a way to manipulate the human genome, making it possible to change the body at will by regenerating slightly altered cells. The potential of such technology was limitless -no more rejected transplants, no more artificial limbs. And most important for revenue: no more plastic surgery. Perceived flaws - or even the basic shape of one's body -- could be altered without surgery, allowing DNAmite to take over that lucrative field. The technology even promised to allow individuals to literally regain their youth, although the research on this aspect was spotty so far. Early experiments were disappointing, even alarming. Yes, they could change mammalian DNA, and change the physical characteristics of the animals that were used as test subjects, but it was devishly difficult to control or predict the results. In one early test transformation, for example, an attempt to change the hair color on a mouse ended up eliminating its tail. And an attempt to revitalize a mature mouse resulted in a mouse embryo. More recently, word was that the researchers had achieved more control over the results. But nothing had yet been released publicly. King didn't know the details of the science, and didn't care. But he knew how important this project was to DNAmite, as well as the world as a whole, and made sure that the people in charge of it were his own selections, loyal to him only. That meant that while perhaps they were not at the top of their class in ethics, they could be trusted. Now it was time to cash in on that loyalty. King called his top man at DNAmite's White Plains labs, Dr. Gerhard Kindermacher. Kindermacher had been involved in the project since the very beginning. His interest was scientific - he didn't care much at all about either DNAmite Corporation or King. But he was obsessed with the idea that an individual human being could change, and be changed. And he also knew that making that a reality would require King's support. King didn't waste any words, and immediately broached the topic of human experimention with Dr. Kindermacher. There was a person who could benefit from treatment, Young said, although, he added, the individual in question might not know that. Kindermacher understood the unspoken bargain immediately. But to make sure, King connected the dots for him. "This is an opportunity," King said. "You know that you won't be able to test your process through normal channels. The FDA would never allow it. But I'm offering you a chance to test it out, with no strings, no publicity, with you in control. For a moment, Kindermacher hesitated. He knew it was unethical. But he also knew about the snakepit of DNAmite Corporation politics - why worry about one slimy executive? "The guy probably deserves it," he thought. "I'll do it," he said, immediately thinking of one process that he had been wanting to test on a subject for months. "How will you change him?" King asked. "Best you don't know," Kindermacher replied. The less King knew about the details, the better. "I can guarantee he won't be a threat to you." "He won't be hurt, will he?" John asked. John didn't want that kind of complication. "No, but he won't get in your way again. He won't even want to." It was a little vague, but King appreciated the ambiguity - it gave him some plausible deniability. Kindermacher would do what needed to be done. He gave the green light, confident--as always - that he had made the right decision. Chapter 2 - Feeling Good Within the week, Kindermacher got things going. The process was simple - no injection, no machine, no treatments. Just a simple powder mixed in any beverage. Jim Young was pleased that the firm's supply clerks were so prompt. He had asked his assistant to order some bottles of Dr. Pepper for his office refrigerator. He was constantly fatigued in the late afternoons and needed the pick-me-up. He drank one as soon as the bottles arrived. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He got home late, and had a quick dinner with Diane. Around 11, Diane went to bed. Jim wasn't tired at all, and ended up watching TV until 1 am before nodding off to sleep. Jim was awakened early by the sun the next morning, feeling quite refreshed. Standing in his pajamas in front of the bedroom mirror, he stretched down almost to his toes, and then extended his arms, rotating them in a circular movement. There was no pain whatsoever. He also saw that the perennial bags under his eyes had also diminished. But, he reminded himself, this was no time to to stand around admiring his own reflection. He never liked looking at himself in mirrors, and besides, he had things to do. The trail was getting hot on the King investigation and Young was looking forward to getting to work. He sensed that it wouldn't be long before he would corner King and his crew. Feeling unusually energetic, he couldn't wait to start the day. Carefully selecting a suit to wear, he dressed and headed off to work, giving a surprised Diane a quick peck on the cheek and hke went out the door. Young had a list of ideas in his head for expanding the investigation. The thrill of the chase must have triggered an andrenaline rush, he figured, as he worked like a demon all day, with no fatigue. His staff - most of whom were some twenty years younger than he - found it hard to keep up. By mid-week, Jim noticed the wrinkles in his face had become less prominent, and his hair perceptibly less gray. And, as if to celebrate his improved body, each morning he put more and more thought into his clothing. He wondered why he had in the past paid so little attention to what he wore. "Clothes really do make the man," he said quietly to himself. As they dressed, Diane looked at her husband. Something was different about him, she thought, but he couldn't put her finger on it. Heading out the door, Jim looked himself over in the mirror. He had overcome his earlier aversion to looking at his own reflection. There was nothing wrong with wanting to look your best, he figured. In fact, on the way to work, he found himself checking himself out -- in the car mirror, in store windows and anything else that reflected his image. Arriving at the office, he hardly could get his coat off before the meetings and phone calls started. He had put quite a few balls in the air, and loved the challenge of juggling them. King met with Young later that day to discuss budget figures. It was naturally a tense meeting, but each man remained professional and restrained, like poker players concealing the cards they had been dealt. King looked Young over closely, for any clue that Kindermacher was doing the job he promised. King was disappointed: if anything, James looked healthier and more vigorous than ever. Within a month, Jim's face completely lost its "old man" look. His stomach was tighter, his thighs firmer and his arms had lost their flab.He could have passed for a man in his late 40s. Diane still didn't quite know what was happening, but had decided she liked it. For the first time in years, she actually found her husband sexually attractive. Several times when he got home, she'd kiss him, and even cop a feel of his butt. Sometimes he reciprocated. The two hadn't had that sort of physical contact in years, and both enjoyed it. One Saturday morning, Jim was just finishing his morning coffee when Diane walked in. "Good morning!," he said cheerily. "I'm going shopping at the mall this afternoon", Diane announced, ignoring Jim's oddly perky demeanor. "Want to join me?" Normally, traipsing around Westchester Mall trying on clothes was the last thing Jim would want to do. More often than not when he was free on weekends he would go golfing. But today, golf just didn't interest him - it was an old man's sport. Moreover, he had been increasingly frustrated by the lack of variety in his wardrobe. "I'd love to go," he answered in a loud, clear voice. Diane was surprised, but pleased, glad to have the company. After both showered and dressed, Diane headed out the door, followed by Jim. Arriving at the mall, she was struck by how excited her husband seemed to be. He browsed the men's sections of several stores extensively, picking out several pairs of slacks, some shorts, and quite a few colorful shirts. Diane was pleased that he had finally acquired some fashion sense. Still, it was odd. He actually spent more time with his shopping than she had spent with her own. That was a first. At work the following Monday, Young started the day with the weekly senior staff meeting, chaired by King. Things were tense, as Jim had been taking every opportunity to challenge the CEO on his financial irregulatries. Today, however, Jim felt a bit awkward. While normally facts, figures and arguments came to his tongue without effort, he felt himself struggling. He even had to backtrack on some points he made in error. King smiled just a little bit at the CFO's difficulties. Young felt impotent, and--for the first time--was a little intimidated by - his chief executive. Needing to burn off some nervous energy, Jim went down to the office gym around noon, skipping lunch. It was a good facility, with plenty of weights and exercise bikes. He had rarely been there before. He'd meant to, but never seemed to find time or the incentive to do so. Today was different - he needed to work out his body. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, he was a little hesitant at first - few in the corporation had ever seen him in anything but a suit and tie. And there were women there as well as men, making his trepidation a little stronger. But, aside from a few glances from the women, things went well. Jim got a good workout, and then quickly showered, dressed, and got back to his office. Jim soon became a regular at the gym. In addition to the execrcise it provided - his body was more toned than anytime he could recall - it also let him get to know his staffers better. Before long, his relationships with them had become generally more familar.Staffers who had always called him "sir," or "Mr. Young," now were calling him by his first name. He wasn't offended, but the change was noticable. One junior staffer even invited him out to lunch with the office group to celebrate a colleague's birthday. He never was invited to such things before. He ended up going, and loved the experience. Both Diane and their daughter Lauren were mystified by Jim's rejuvenation. Still, they considered it a welcome change. On the other hand, Katelyn, his granddaughter, remained unimpressed. She couldn't understand the fuss - her grandfather was still really old as far as she was concerned. A few weeks later, Jim volunteered to cook Saturday night dinner for Diane. In the past, Diane had done virtually all the cooking, while Jim was confined to the barbeque. But, to Diane's surprise, Jim now insisted on treating her to a gourmet meal. She was thrilled, though a bit apprehensive. Jim was clearly new to cooking, and Diane couldn't help but laugh as he fumbled through the recipes he had picked out. He didn't seem to mind though, as he was concentrating so hard on the task he didn't have time to be insulted. In the end, Diane had to admit, her husband produced a fairly good dinner. "You should cook more often," Diane said with a smile. She was kidding, but Jim seemed to like the idea. "Maybe we can trade off cooking each night?" he asked. Diane was a little fazed by this, but agreed. Afterward, the two sat together in front of the fireplace. Diane felt unusually in tune with Jim. There certainly was a heightened sexual attraction between the two, but also something more. It was like somehow Jim understood her better, as if he knew her emotions. Slowly, Jim moved over to kiss Diane. She returned the kiss. After a few long minutes, he began to rub Diane's breasts. He had done that hundreds of times before, but tonight it was in a caring, sensitive way she had never before experienced. "I like that," she said with a smile. "You can do the same thing to me if you want," Jim responded. Removing her husband's shirt, Diane complied, gently teasing his nipples. He had never been particularly sensitive in that area before, but tonight it seemed to drive him crazy. They soon moved on to intercourse, with Jim being far gentler, and less aggressive, than ever, letting her take the lead whenever possible. Afterward, they quickly fell asleep. Chapter 3 -- Restless Pretty women always are the most critical of their own looks, and Jim always made fun of them for it. But lately, and without apparent embarrassment, Jim began to act the same way. By all rights, Jim should have been estatic about his new body. But instead of being satisfied, his mind began to focus on what was NOT perfect. Increasingly, the flaws in his body - the remaining middle-age paunch, the residual hint of crow's feet around the eyes, bothered him. He was particularly concerned about his chest, on which had developed fatty buildups around each nipple. One morning, after examining his flaws, he turned to Diane and asked her straight out: "Am I good looking?" Diane was a bit surprised at the question. "Yes" she said, with a slight smile. Jim persisted. "I feel fat, I don't know why, but I do." Diane wanted to laugh. His body was not right in many ways - it was soft, it was curvy, he had man boobs. But it was not fat. In fact, he was losing weight, dropping down to 170 pounds from his longtime equilibrium of 200. Jim's changing self-image of himself was reflected in his name as well. Although he had long been "Jim" to his family, friends, he now began to call himself "James." "Jim" sounds too much like a truck driver," he explained to his wife, as if it were a new moniker. "I think 'James' is much more pleasing to the ear, don't you think?" James was at loose ends the next weekend. Diane was in the living room reading the paper, but it was such a bright, sunny day, he couldn't bear sitting inside, or to sit at all. He needed to get out, to enjoy the sun. He decided to go for a walk. Without looking closely, he threw on the nearest shorts and a shirt, and walked swifly out the door. James had always enjoyed his walks around the neighborhood. Today, however, his regular pace just didn't seem invigorating enough. It was like his body was a sports car that had just been filled with high- octane fuel, and needed to be road tested. It wasn't long before he had sped up to a jog. His body seemed to respond. He shifted into a full run. Instead of being breathless, with each step he seemed to gain strength. It was as if he now had a reservoir of energy that had not existed in years. He loved it. Rounding a corner, he almost collided with a group of high school age girls. Among them was Katelyn. She at first didn't recognize her grandfather, and was startled when he said hello. James was a little surprised at how Katelyn's friends were dressed - each was wearing a nearly identical jean skirt that came up within inches of her derriere, with a crop top exposing her belly button. They were exuding their newly discovered sexuality, but James didn't find it at all attractive. He simply wondered how their mothers could let them leave the house dressed like that. Unable to hold his tongue, James looked disapprovingly at one of them and said, "Does your Mom know you are wearing that?" After an uncomfortable moment of silence, the girl started to laugh. James was confused, and then she pointed to his shorts. "Does your wife know you are wearing THAT?" she retorted, giggling and pointing at James' shorts. Sure enough, he looked down and saw the bottoms he had thrown on were a very light pink, with hearts on the sides. Apparently, he had grabbed Diane's shorts instead of his own when he walked out the door. He was mortified. "Please don't tell your grandmother!" James pleaded, sounding like a child caught doing something bad. Katelyn, taken a little aback by the plaintive request, said her lips were sealed. The next weekend, Diane and James had reservations at La Seine, one of the best new restaurants in the Upper East Side. They both loved eating out, and this time James was even more excited than usual. Instead of just putting on a nice suit,, this time tried on every combination of pants and shirt he owned, twice, before finally deciding on a combination. His outfit completed, he inspected himself. He looked his best in years, but still couldn't help but be self-critical. He could still see the traces of lines in his face, and the man-boobs were larger than ever. He had a lot of work to do, he thought to himself. It had taken James nearly two hours to get ready. Diane was a bit annoyed at his dawdling, but when he finally came downstairs, she forgot about her anger. He looked gorgeous. So did she, James noted, complimenting her fitted navy blue dress andmatching shoes. Taking her hand, he walked her out the door. Arriving at the restaurant, the couple stopped first at the bar. Diane ordered a cosmopolitan. When the waiter turned to James, he started to order his usual Scotch and soda, then paused, then said, "No, I'll take a cosmopolitan as well." It was a chick drink, but James explained to Diane that he just was in the mood for something tasty. The meal was fabulous. James started out with a big salad, and then had the chicken entree, though he didn't finish even half of it before giving up. Nevertheless, he wheedled Diane into splitting a chocolate cheesecake for dessert. When they got home, Diane turned to Diane and said sweetly and uncharacteristically: "Thanks for a WONDERFUL evening. Then, forgetting herself, Diane gave him a long, open-mouthed kiss. They quickly found themselves in bed. James was once again amazingly gentle and amazingly sensitive. Too much so, in fact. Diane had never cared for rough sex, but James didn't seem aggressive at all. Still, she loved him. He never did climax that night, but that wasn't important, was it? Chapter 4 - Clothes Make the Man It was early morning, and James, having showered and shaved, stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing only his bikini-style briefs, with discarded pants and shirts lying everywhere. He had been trying to get dressed, but nothing looked right on him. He had been losing more weight, and was down to less than 150 pounds. But it wasn't just that. He was also gaining fat; especially in his butt and on his chest. It wasn't quite flab, but was definitely soft tissue. It should have been muscle. Hoping to rebuild the lost muscle mass and to eliminate the fatty tissue, James joined a gym near his home, the New York Sports Club, allowing him to work out more often. One his first few visits, he was more than a little self-conscious, unlike the gym at work, there were a lot of people there he didn't know. He was quite embarrassed about his body, especially in the shorts and tee shirt he had to wear to the gym. It wasn't the women that bothered him - they didn't seem to care. But the men would give him stares that would turn his cheeks red. The worst thing was the the workouts were not working. The fatty tissue keep on growing, and his muscle mass was still shrinking. He tried to buy new clothes that would fit better, but it was no use. Pants were the biggest problem. Pairs that fit his waist were far too tight in the hips, and if they fit his hips, they were too big in the waist. One day, while struggling with his ill-fitting togs, James spied a pair of Diane's jeans on the valet. Out of curiousity, he picked them up and put them to his waist. "They might work," he thought to himself. And he was right --- the jeans fit perfectly. They looked just like his usual denims, except for a little more decorative stitching in the back. Diane couldn't help but smile when James showed her what he was wearing. She might not have noticed had James not excitedly told her, but she could clearly see the feminine cut of the pants and the way it shaped James' rear. "Are you sure you are okay wearing those?" she asked, a little heistantly. "Yes," James anwered without hesitation. For some reason it didn't occur to him to be embarrassed, or to hide the fact that he was wearing women's jeans. At first, Diane was a bit concerned, aware that the jeans were a bit feminine looking. But then - looking at her husband - she realized that the style was made for bodies like James': thin but with wide hips. Moreover, he clothes simply looked good on him, in a vaguely metrosexual sort of way. Guardely, she suggested to James that he buy some female- cut pants of his own - he couldn't very well wear hers all the time. She was worried the suggestion would embarrass him, and be rejected out of hand.. But that was not a problem: James was enthusiastic about the idea of getting some girl pants of his own. That weekend the couple went early to the Westchester Mall. At first, they were a bit surrepticious, with James pretending that Diane was the one trying on the slacks and jeans, and he playing the patient husband. But before long, the pretense was dropped, as James got into the fun of shopping. Starting at Macy's, James picked out a few pairs of pants, and then began to look at tops as well. His moobs had become a real problem - even though his shoulders and frame were smaller than before, his chest seemed larger. Without much trouble, he found a good selection of androgynous-looking shirts that he liked. James was a little bit apprehensive as he arrived at the office the next Monday. Instead of a suit, he wore a sports coat with pants. They were women's pants, but they fit. Nobody need know, he figured. John King didn't say anything when James walked in for the senior management meeting. It had already started, and it was unusual for James to be late. Or for him to be so casually dressed. King knew that this had to be Dr. Kindermacher's doing, but he didn't quite know where all this was heading. James smiled weakly at John as he took his seat, worried that King would be mad at him for being late King continued his presentation, going over some revenue figures from the second quarter. Strangely, James had no desire to challenge what King was saying, although he knew some of the CEO's figures were wrong. James felt a little timid about speaking up at all, in fact. These were talented people and they knew their jobs. Once or twice, James raised his hand to make a point, but did so deferentially, careful not to offend. Chapter 5 - Further Changes One morning about a week later, James woke up with the first rays of sunlight, feeling energetic as usual. Jumping out of bed, he bounced into the bathroom. His hair was a mess - he had a sort of shaggy dog sort of look. He had been letting it get long, and it now was reached well below his collar. Sliding off his PJs, he took a look at the rest of his body. His weight had dipped down further, and he barely tipped the scales at 135 lbs. He also was, strangely, losing height as well -he wasn't more than 5' 10" now. And he was certainly thinner, except of course for his hips and his chest. The overall effect was to give his body a somewhat curved shape. James continued to go to the gym, now regularly joined by his daughter Lauren. She had long been a member there - hence her svelte figure - and James liked working out with her. Having her around helped reduce his self-consciousness about his body. He also had acquired some new gym outfits, consisting of a couple of shorts and shirts, courtesy of the misses section at Nordstrom's. The clothing was androgynous, and fit the shape of his body better than anything from the men's section. They were a bit tighter on this body than he was used to, and provided a little less coverage. The shorts, for example, exposed more of the upper thigh, while the short sleeves stopped well above his somewhat shrunken biceps. No one seemed to notice, however, although he did spot some of the men giving him unusually long glances. At first, James spent most of his time weight lifting, figuring that that was the best way to build muscles. But Lauren helped him learn about other excercise techniques, giving him more of an aerobic workout. They both enjoyed the routine, and it wasn't long before the two of them were taking regular aerobics classes together. At home, James took an increasing interest in domestic affairs. In addition to cooking, he now regularly helped out with the cleaning and other housework. It was good to have the help, Diane figured. But try as she might, she could no longer get James to do simple house repairs. When something needed fixing, he once was a master handyman. Now when the toilet overflowed or a fuse blew, he was as helpless as she was. Sexually, he was equally useless. He was affectionate and attentive, no question about that. But they did little beyond cuddle. No matter what Diane did - and she tried everything - their intimacy never got beyond a kiss. Chapter 6 - A New Position At work, James found that keeping track of DNAmite Corporation's finances was getting harder and harder. Though he was loathe to admit it, James felt his judgement and knowledge base diminishing. While once he could make an instanteous decision based upon his years of experience, he now found himself unsure and hesitant. It was unfair: There were so many details that he was expected to know. How could anyone possibly remember it all? In meetings, and in private conversations, James' leadership was increasingly unsteady. The staff noticed this, and rather than defer to him without question as they once did, they now began to decide for themselves the best way to get tasks done, sometimes even instructing James on how to do them. In any case, rooting out King's corruption no longer seemed very important to James. Sure, some stuff the CEO had done was still unexplained, but who was he to judge the boss? King was really talented and the firm was lucky to have him. And the last thing King needed was more trouble from his own employees. Rumors began in the office about what was going on with James, but none of the explanations made sense. Some said he was sick, others said he had a mental illness. A few even were saying that the young man who sat in Jim Young's office was an imposter. King by now had guessed exactly what was going on. Dr. Kindermacher was making James younger. "How perfect," he thought. Each day, he made sure to come by James' office to check on his "progress." At first, James dreaded the visits. He was a bit worried that King would find fault with his work. But as the weeks went by, he became more comfortable with John's oversight. In fact, he was kind of lucky. After all, how many employees had the CEO helping them every day? Finally, one day, John made James an offer. "James," he asked, "I like your work. You have promise. Why don't you join me as my deputy?" It was no promotion. As CFO, James was an officer of the firm, with his own authority and staff. As the CEO's number two staffer, he would have only as much power as King gave him. Nevertheless, James was thrilled. Hecouldn't believe he was going to work in the most important office at DNAmite. Far better to be at the center of things than stuck with a bunch of accountants, he reasoned. He accepted the job eagerly. He began his new duties the next Monday morning, with a staff meeting at 8 a.m. Most of his new co-workers were in their mid-30s and overwhelmingly female. They did a variety of tasks for King from project management to administrative duties. None of them were married. No husbands, no kids, they simply devoted themselves to the firm. The thought of not having a family of your own made James sad. What an empty life, he thought. He resolved that he wouldn't be like that. He wondered to himself whether he'd ever have kids. Confusing as it was, he felt his biological clock ticking again. But what were his prospects? Diane didn't want any, and in any case was too old to be a mother. Men were lucky, he mused. Women only had a few years to have children, but men could have a family almost anytime. That made him think about King. He didn't have any children, but certainly was virile enough. He began to wonder why he wasn't married yet. "James? Are you with us?" It was King, interrupting James' thoughts. He had drifted off while his boss was talking. James has always been known for his focus, but he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. "Sorry, sir," he said meekly. The women James worked with formed a rather close group, socializing mostly among themselves. Despite that, James felt immediately at home among them. He soon was regularly going to lunch with the girls, and soon was conversant in all the office gossip and everyone's social life. The women at first were surprised at James' interest in hanging out with them, but soon accepted him as one of their gaggle. As the weeks went by, James' body continued to change. His arms got thinner, his stomach flatter, his rear more pronounced and his chest puffier. His weight continued to drop - he was now down to 125 pounds - as did his height, which had diminished to maybe 5' 8." He tried to hide the changes under his clothes, but it was getting harder to do so. Lauren, of course, could see the changes in her dad's body every time they went to the gym. He was looking like a young boy, except that he had some very un-boylike curves on his rear and breasts. He also was losing hair - it was almost gone from his arms and legs, and he no longer needed to shave more than twice a week or so. Fortunately, he wasn't losing any hair on his scalp -- he hated the bald man look. Partly out of relief, he continued to let his hair grow long, and it soon nearly touched his shoulders. At the gym, James seemed to be getting more attention. He realized that some of the men weren't so much looking at James, but actually ogling him, apparently thinking he was female. Lauren didn't know what to make of that - with her reaction swinging from embarrassment to envy. Diane was not so sanguine about James' changing body. Physically, she suspected it would now be impossible for James and her to have intercourse. His penis had shrunk to a fraction of his former size, and from what she could see, his testicles had receded inward. James was also changing mentally. He had always had a logical, analytical mind. Diane loved his ability to take an issue, weigh the competing variables, and come to a logical solution. That had now changed. It wasn't so much that he was illogical, but emotions now weighed more heavily in his thinking. One night, for example, he and Diane were watching a show on PBS about the growing population of wolves in western states. Ranchers were making the case that the wolf population needed to be culled. In the past, Diane remembered, James had agreed with that view - pointing out that the danger of wolves attacks on livestock made that necessary, and even would be good for the wolves, since there would be fewer to share the small stock of food available. But that night, his reaction was different - he couldn't get over the cruelty of killing these innocent animals, and kept wondering out loud whether they were in pain. He was particularly concerned that some of the animals killed were mothers, and worried what would happen to their young ones. It wasn't so much whether one view was right, or another wrong. But it was just more evidence that James' outlook on the world was changing with his body. He just wasn't the same man he once was. Chapter 7 - In Need of Support Over the next few months, James continued to enjoy his work for King - finding the job interesting and challenging. While the experience he had gathered over the years had dissipated, that wasn't so important in the new position. Instead, the job demanded 'people skills,' something that James now felt was his strong suit. He was a good listener, and could anticipate his boss's needs. He began accompany King constantly, taking notes and carrying out miscellaneous tasks. James couldn't imagine why he had distrusted his boss so much before. King was so talented and self-confident; it was hard not to admire him. Yet work was becoming a much less important part of James' life. What he wanted was a family. And that meant not just a spouse, but children. For reasons he couldn't understand, his life just didn't seem complete without a little one, or ones, to take care of. By this time, James was down to about 115 pounds, and his height was less than 5'7". His breasts had now enlarged to the point that they could not be hidden except under a thick sweater or a jacket. If he was female, they would be somewhere between a "B" and "C" cup size. In a way, James liked them. They looked good on him, he admitted to himself. Still, they posed problems. The bounced and jiggled, and were painful when he ran. And they were easily irritated by the material of his shirts. One day at the gym, Lauren spoke up about the problem, telling James bluntly: "You need a bra." "A woman's bra?" James asked. "Is there another kind?" Diane replied, laughing. "Why?" James asked, startled at the suggestion. "I'm not gay." "It's not that," his daughter reassured him. It's just that you need support, it's a health thing." She was admant, so the next day the two went out shopping at Westchester Mall. Entering the lingerie department at Nordstrom's, James felt vaguely uncomfortable, but none of the other customers seemed to notice or care that he was there. He was startled at the pure variety and range of bras - full support, demi-bras, wired, front-closing, and back- closing. He never would have been able to sort it out through without his daughter's help. He ended up buying four "minimizer" bras, two in black, two in white The next morning, James got dressed for work early. Being careful not to wake Diane, he reached into his drawer and pulled out a new white bra. He felt a little silly as he hooked the bra clasps behind his back, but knew it was necessary. Fretting, he put on a grey low-rider pants and a black sweater, hoping it would conceal the bra straps. His spirits were somewhat boosted when his outfit got a few smiles from men he passed way in. They evidently had mistaken him for a female, perhaps understandably given James' by now shoulder-length hair and thin build. He wondered what they would say if they learned of their mistake. James found his work for King getting ever more challenging. He felt he just didn't have the grasp on the job that was needed. He felt bad, Mr. King seemed to have such confidence in him, but he was clearly was in over his head. Gradually, King stopped giving the more complex assignments to James. He continued to work on straightforward stuff, but anthing requiring judgment or experience was given to one of the others. He was basically just one among many staff in the busy CEOs office. No official change of status was made or announced, but James was soon moved from his office to a cubicle. It didn't bother him much, though. His focus was now on his home life, not on what he did to make money. And, he thought, if he ever had kids he would probably stop working entirely. Lauren and James continued to exercise together almost every day at the gym. Wearing a brassiere, of course, it was difficult for James to continue to use the men's locker room. While the undergarment was for a legitimate physical condition, it would be just too hard to explain. After some prodding, Lauren got James to start changing in the women's lockers, in a private changing room to protect his modesty, as well as that of the women there.. The precaution of the private room wasn't strictly necessary however. James' body by now looked passably female -few would peg him as a male, even when undressed. One evening not long afterward, Lauren and Katelyn came over to James and Diane's for dinner. James was was dressed smartly, with white slacks, and a white sweater with just a touch of glitter in it. Lauren smiled weakly as she greeted Diane, vaguely embarrassed for her father. Katelyn however, was not so polite, and laughed out loud when she saw how James was dressed. "My grandpa looks cute!" she exclaimed sarcastically, making everyone uncomfortable. Lauren looked horrified, but Katelyn didn't let up. "Are those girl's pants, Grandpa?" she said feeling the material. "And that sweater! It's adorable!" Lauren was just about ready to swat Katelyn, but James was hardly fazed. He actually seemed, in a strange way, pleased with the compliments. Feeling her grandfather's sparkly sweater, Katelyn then felt something unexpected. "Umm - it that a BRA? Are you wearing a bra?" James didn't answer. As the evening progressed, and the wine flowed, Katelyn became bolder in her fascination with James. "Are you queer?" she suddenly blurted out. Lauren was horrified at her daughter, and tried to apologize. Later that evening, James pulled his granddaughter aside and asked "Do I look gay?" Katelyn hesitated, and then Answered: "No, not really. You actually look like a girl." A few moments of silence passed uncomfortably. "Don't get me wrong, Grandpa," she finally added. "You aren't bad looking. "In fact," she added, "I wish I had a body like yours." James was startled: "You want a man's body?" "No, no," I didn't mean that", she said. "I don't think of it that way." "It's just that you are so slim and trim. You could wear anything, I bet." James had never thought of it that way, but he smiled, thinking she might be right. Katelyn was clearly taken with her changed grandfather. Rather than the boring old man he had always been, now he was, well, different. In the weeks that followed, Katelyn and her grandfather grew closer to each other, more than they had ever been before. Whenever they could, they had lunch together, and often went shopping together after - or during - the work day. Katelyn was impressed by how much James knew about feminine clothing. Both loved stretch pants and tees. James loved getting new shoes, and soon had as many or more than Katelyn, although he regretted that the selection of men's shoes was much more limited than those in the women's section. The two couldn't have been more different: him a thirtyish man and she a teenaged girl. But both were struggling to define their own identities - Katelyn as as adolescent, and James through his regression. Chapter 8 - Crossing Point One day after work, James stopped by Katelyn's house just as she was returning from from Westchester Mall. Lauren was working late, leaving the two alone for the evening. Katelyn was excited about her purchases. "Wait right here!," she told James. Katelyn then went to her bedroom to change, and came out wearing a new blue cotton top with a matching pleated skirt. "I love it!" James said. Katelyn could tell that he did. But not in the way a man would. James, she sensed, liked the outfit in the way any normal female would like it. She decided to take a chance. "Would you like to try it on?" she asked, not knowing how James would respond. "I don't think that would be..." James started to protest. "C'mon," Katelyn answered, noting the hesitancy in James' voice. "You know you have the body for it." It was true. James' torso was thin, and had perceptible curves. She figured his dress size would be almost the same as hers. And his legs, now without hair, were downright shapely. Taking off the skirt, Katelyn held it out to him. "Why don't you try it on?" she insisted. "No one needs to know." "It'll be fun." After a few increasingly feeble "no"s, James gave in. Taking off his jeans as he stood in front of Lauren, he stepped into the skirt, and wiggled it up to his hips. If fit perfectly. Quickly, Katelyn got out a tank top from her bag of purchases, and insisted that James try it on as well. James' arms had thinned considerably, and the tank showed them off to advantage. Katelyn finished the job with a few brushes of James' hair and the change was complete. Where before there stood a young, somewhat androgynous male, there now was a reasonably attractive female. A few seconds of silence followed, and then Katelyn said "Wow." She silently led James over to the mirror, where after a few more seconds; he let out a "wow" of his own. Nevertheless, James denied to himself the import of what he saw in the mirror. "So what if I look good in a skirt?" he told himself. "I'm still a guy, no matter how small and thin. I just look younger than my age." But it was getting harder for James to pretend that his changes were just a matter of becoming younger looking. And each time James and Katelyn got together, the two would dig a little deeper into the world of femininity. Katelyn taught him all about makeup, and he soon became adept at putting on powder and blush and lipstick. James had never understood the purpose of the stuff, and had thought it was ridiculous that women found it so necessary. But now he could see the difference it made, concealing the many flaws in his face, making it look clear and clean. His grandaughter also showed him how to style his hair, in ways that enhanced the feminity of his face. The overall result made him look, well, pretty. Still, he told himself that his "girl time" with Katelyn was just something he did for fun. He had a body that could pull off the illusion, Katelyn seems to like it, so why not do it, he figured? Katelyn, however, saw it as going a lot deeper. Her grandpa was sensitive and vulnerable and had every attribute of femaleness except the genitalia. So it was only natural to let him express that femininity. And at any rate she thought he would make a cool 'girlfriend' she could hang out with. James and Katelyn continued to go out shopping together at at the mall, usually to Westchester, and sometimes to the more upscale Armonk Towne Center. It wasn't long before James had his own small wardrobe of dresses, skirts and other explicitly female attire. After several months, the inevitable happened. James had just tried on a mid-length dress at Ann Taylor that fit perfectly. Putting on a matching pair of pumps, he looked perfect. So, Katelyn said, "Why not wear it home?" James was startled, but Katelyn was insistent. "You look completely female, grandpa," she pointed out. "And beautifully female. No one will think anything is out of place. It's not like anybody really noticed you were a boy when you came in the dressing room as a boy, so they won't think twice when a girl comes out." James had never thought about venturing outside dressed as a female. This was just for fun in private, he had told himself. But Katelyn persisted. And, he finally admitted to himself, he did have a certain amount of curiousity about what others would think about the female version of himself. So, slowly, he walked out of the house. And, as Lauren predicted, no one noticed. He was accepted without question by all around him, the saleclerks, the other shoppers, the security guards, as a woman. After arriving back at Katelyn and Lauren's house, James was exhilarated, but also a little bit unnerved by what he had just done. Frankly, it scared him. He didn't want the growing feminine side of himself to take over. He told Lauren "That was a rush, but it was a one-time deal. I'm not doing that again." For that day on, James tried to dress as masculinely as possible. It was harder than he thought it would be, however. There really isn't any item of clothing that is exclusively masculine - jeans, shirts, low- heeled shoes - all were items that a woman could wear as well. And given James' clearly female figure and his soft facial features, no matter what he wore he looked feminine. His manifest femininity was something that was hard for anyone to miss. His efforts to retain a semblance of masculinity were set back further on Saturday when he stopped the barbor's for a haircut. It was a unisex shop, and one that James had not been to before. With some effort, he had kept his hair at shoulder length. He didn't mind having it long, but it was getting scraggling and badly needed to be cut. The need seemed obvious, so when he walked in for his appointment, it never occurred to him to specify he wanted a man's cut. The stylist - a gay man - was friendly and talkative, and James never thought to question what he was doing. He faced away from the mirror, so he wasn't watching progress. It did seem that the man was using an awful lot of gels and accessories, but James figured he knew what he was doing. After about an hour, he announced that James was "done," and spun James around. It was perfect - for a woman. His hair was immaculately shaped and trimmed to shoulder length, with a little curls, with waves throughout. There was a shine to it as well, and shaped James' face beautifully. "So, what do you think?" asked the stylist. James hestitated. "It's....rather feminine," he stammered. The stylist took it as a compliment. Realizing that the stylist assumed he was female, James was too embarrassed to say anything, and simply paid his bill, thanked the stylist and left. Even without the new hairdo, Diane knew what was happening to her husband - if not why. Neither she nor James, however, would discuss it with the other. Once or twice Diane came across an article of female clothing in James' closet or in a drawer, but she would pretend it didn't exist, and sometimes convinced herself that things would be okay. Still, her view of her spouse was inexorably changing. Each day, Diane was finding it harder to think of James as her husband, or as in any way a man. Lauren too increasingly thought of him as a "her", seeing James more and more as a younger sister, rather than her dad. John King, of course was also keenly aware of the continued changes in James. He was amazed at how complete the changes had been, and smiled at the ingenuity of Dr. Kindermacher. James' desperate attempt to retain his manhood by wearing masculine clothing was a particular failure at the office. The suits he wore, in fact, made him look more feminine and in fact stylish, given the then current fashion trend toward a "menswear" look. And his new hairstyle only confirmed his feminimity. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the former chief financial officer was for all practical purposes, a female. And not female in an ugly transvestite sort of way--he looked better than most born women. It was in fact getting harder and harder to think of James as a male at all. King began to think of him - of her - as a woman. And everything that implied. At the gym, Lauren convinced James to give up the precaution of dressing in a private room. It was just too much trouble and wasn't in the least necessary. James soon was dressing in the locker room with the other women, without any problems. Not only did the women not mind, seeing James as another female, but seeing the women nude as they changed clothes didn't affect James at all. They really had nothing he didn't have, and what he had that they did not had shriveled almost to invisibility. Increasingly, James and Lauren spent their gym time on aerobics and dance classes, never approaching the heavy weights. Once, Lauren even got her dad to sign up for ballet, although his remaining sense of manhood made him decline to wear a tutu. There was no specific, identifiable day when Jamesgender change was complete. It wasn't a physical thing really. His body had completed its metamorphesis into femininity long before his mind completed its journey. And it all was so gradual and so natural that no one really could pin down the day it happened, not even James. But within a few months, it was clear even to James himself that that the crossing point, wherever or whatever it was, had been reached. For a while, he still tried to deny it to himself, giving himself increasingly feeble excuses. But one day the fact of the matter became undeniable. He had just taken a shower, and as he dried himself off, he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. His body revealed no trace of the man he had been. His breasts were prominent, his hair long, his waist narrow. Reluctantly touching his genital area, he could find no protrusion from where his penis had been. In its place was a tiny nub of flesh, fully covered by the folds of newly-developed labia. He looked down at the male clothing he was planning to wear. They were entirely inappropriate for his body now. In fact, it even seemed wrong to wear such things. Instead, he pulled some clean clothes out of the female wardrobe he had discretely hidden in the house. He put on a cotton skirt, a sleeveless blouse and some ballet flats, then dabbed the barest bit of makeup on his face. He didn't want to look sexy or alluring - just comfortably feminine. He then sat down on the couch, and waited for Diane to arrive. When she did walk in - and saw James sitting there--her reaction was muted. It was not a surprise at aLL - it was just a confirmation of what she and everybody else knew had happened. In fact, to some extent, Diane was relieved. No more pretending, no more worrying, no more lies to herself. James was now openly a woman. She would have to learn to live with that. Slowly, and almost imperceptibly, the outside social indicators of his - now her--gender began to fall into place. She began to sign her name as "Jamie," she had her driver's license changed. She had her birth certificate amended. He was now a she. She was no longer an old man, but was a young woman. Chapter 9 - Reversed Polarity Jamie and Diane tried hard to continue their marriage after Jamie's transition to womanhood. Diane still loved Jamie, and tried her best to make the relationship work. It was no use. There was no physical relationship at all between the two, or any romantic spark. Diane was no Lesbian, so sex would not even consider sex. . Slowly, but surely, the two became platonic friends rather than lovers. But even that relationship was a tenous one. Diane, at 60, simply did not have a lot in common with young woman she was living with. The two drifted further and further apart. Their life together continued on this ill-defined and unsatisfying basis for several months. But the next stage is Jamie's sexual metamorphsis ended any hope of continuing the marriage. At first, Jamie didn't recognize what was happening. But all the signs were there. Slowly, without her even realizing it, men became more interesting to her. She first noticed it when she was exercising at the gym with Lauren. The two women were leaving ballet class - Jamie did have a tutu by now - and walked past some guys working out. She looked in their direction, and somehow found them fascinating. Their muscles were amazing she thought, trying to remember if she ever was so muscular. After a too- long stare, she looked away, only to see Lauren looking at her, and smiling. Neither said anything, but Jamie feared her face had turned beet-red. The appeal of men grew increasingly strong over a period of months. She bottled it up as long as she could, but the attraction - clearly erotic - would not go away. Even at work, when she'd talk to certain guys, she began to feel herself grow excited. Finally she had to admit it to herself. Her sexual orientation had changed. Her whole outlook on sex changed like a magnet changing polarity. After it was done, there was no shock, no shame, and no discomfort. Why shouldn't she like guys? They were cute, and it was silly to argue about that. Still, Jamie resisted the idea of actually going out with guys. She still felt herself pledged to Diane. Not that she didn't have offers: maybe two or three times a week some guy would ask her out, or at least show some obvious interest in her. She became pretty adept though at deflecting such offers. As a former male, she was usually careful to let them down gently. Every once in a while, however, she did enjoy a put down of a particularly obnoxious suitor. Despite the enormity of the change she had undergone, Jamie tried hard not to define herself by her new gender. There was no reason that the fact that she was now a woman had to dominate every aspect of her life. She didn't wake up every morning saying to herself "wow, I have no penis." Things were what they were. And for several months, Jamie's life actually regained an odd semblance of normalcy. Things naturally were vastly different than before, there was no denying that. But at the same time she actually began to live her life. She went to work, went out to dinner with Diane and other friends, and continued to go to the Sports Club with Lauren. At the same time, her perspective on the people in her life and on her environment was much different than Jim Young's had been, sometimes unexpectedly so. She was much more in tune with the feelings of those around her, for instance. Rather than just talking to people to get information, she now felt a real empathy for them, understanding their point of view and their needs, even if they weren't verbally expressed. Her senses were heightened as well. She became much choosier about her food - sensing variations in taste and texture much more richly than she had before. Her sense of smell was similarly enhanced. Sometimes this was welcome - she never knew before how lovely the flowers smelled outside her house on a spring day. Sometimes it was not welcome - there were all sorts of smells in her house that emerged when it was not properly cleaned. Jamie was enjoying her new life. But it was soon going to take yet another turn. Chapter 10 - The Pool Party It was the Fourth of July, and DNAmite had always hosted an Independence Day pool party for its employees and their families at John King's house in upscale Scarsdale. Jamie and Diane had always enjoyed the event, and saw no reason not to go this year. Thanks to high staff turnover at the firm, few people knew the story behind the two women, who seemed to be just a thirty-something woman and her mother. And those that did know remained politely quiet about the situation. The two dressed casually but appropriately, for an office function - with Jamie wearing khaki shorts and a blue sleeveless top, and Diane wearing a white skirt and a matching blouse. On arriving, Jamie immediately spotted some of the other women from the office and quickly joined into conversation with them. Diane couldn't help but be amused by Jamie's small talk. No more deep discussions of sports and lawn care for her. She now traded gossip with the other women like a veteran - who was dating who, who wore the ugliest dress, who was gaining weight. There were men there as well, and Diane couldn't help but notice that they were noticing her husband. Jamie was by now used to such male attention, although she sometimes wished for a return to the cold weather that allowed her to more completely cover herself. In her shorts and sleeveless top she felt somehow more vulnerable. One of the men that gave her looks was John King. She really looked up to King, barely remembering that they were once adversaries. At work, she didn't see him as much as before. She was now supervised by the office manager, and really saw King only at the all-staff meetings. Sometimes she wondered if he still remembered her at all. So Jamie couldn't help but be a bit flatterd by the attention he was giving her at the party. She knew she was attractive, but to get the attentions of a man like Mr. King was quite something. He looked incredibly handsome in a polo shirt and Bermuda shorts. This was her chance, she thought, to make an positive impression on him. Boldly, she smiled at him, after which he walked over to to her group. was a little nervous, but managed to eke out a dry-mouthed "hi" to her boss. King looked Jamie up and down. "Nice outfit," he said. Jamie blushed. Some small talk ensued among King and the small group of women. When the chatting momentarily paused, King turned to Jamie and said: "Let's get a drink." He took her by the hand and started to shepard her to the bar. Diane didn't like the way things were going. "Jamie," she said, "That food looks wonderful, let's go over and have a bite," she said, successfully dragging her "daughter" in the other direction. That worked for only a few minutes. It wasn't long before King rejoined the two women. "You still don't have a drink," he said, with mock concern. And like magic, he produced a margarita for Jamie. Jamie was honestly grateful, and accepted the gift. Diane quickly suggested to Jamie that was time to leave. Jamie immediately objected. "But we haven't even gone in the pool yet, Mom!" she whined to Diane, without even realizing how completely she had fallen into the role of daughter. "At least one swim, Mrs. Young," King crooned. "Sorry, we didn't even bring suits," Diane replied. "No problem, I have some extra swimsuits for guests," he countered, pointing to a cabana. Before Diane could respond, Jamie had agreed and was heading off to the cabana with John. "We always have a few people who don't have a suit with them, so I keep a few men's and women's swimsuits here for emergencies," John explained. Before Diane could think of a new objection, John pointed Jamie to a cabana where she could change. "The suits are on the shelf," he said. Take your pick". Jamie knew of course, that the suit wouldn't be the baggy trunks he once wore. She was prepared to wear a women's suit. But what she saw surpised her. There were a number of suits, but all were bikinis. Not a one-piece in sight. Jamie couldn't help but remember how he used to oogle all the girls who showed off new bikinis at such get-togethers. It struck him, or rather her, that he, or rather she, would now be one of those girls. Taking out a bikini, Jamie gave it a quick inspection. It was impossibly small, with the looking more like a washcloth than a garment. After stepping into the bottom, Jamie pulled it up to her hips and it somehow barely covered the important parts. The top was similarly tiny, and seemed to have only a precarious grip on her breasts. Looking in the mirror she was shocked at how little of her body was concealed. As a man, she had never had such a feeling of bareness. Jamie looked up and down at the reflection she saw in the mirror, and then blurted out an "Oh my God." The dark purple string bikini bottom and triange top fit her perfectly, and really showed off her curves. A year ago, he would have been irretrievably turned on by the sight, seeing a girl like herself. Now, she didn't know what to think. Jamie hesitated, then, slowly, she opened the door to the cabana, peeking out