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Dr. Allen Janowicz talked excitedly to his research assistant, Doug
Gunderson. "Doug, I'm starting a revolution! A revolution in skin care.
You know how women's skin is so much smoother and healthier than men's?
It's hormonal. And we can use that advantage to make a cream for men who
suffer from damaged, rough, cracking skin. I've combined a number of
vitamins and minerals that are more abundant in the skin of women, and
just a touch of estrogen, in this skin cream. It's going to be
absolutely HUGE! We're about to start human trials this week, and I'd
like you to recruit some patients for me."
"I don't know how you're going to sell estrogen cream to men, Allen."
said Doug.
"This cream is just skin deep, Doug. It's not going to affect anything
except the epidermal layer. And we're not going to advertise the
estrogen part of it - that's not going to be a selling point. Our
magazine ads will have macho pictures of a cowboy on a horse, rustling up
cows, but the thing is - here's the thing - this cowboy has skin that's
as smooth as silk. We've cleared it with our human research and ethics
people, all we need now are subjects. We have a questionnaire that
patients have to fill out - I think using the questionnaire results,
we'll be able to market it for improving quality of life and sex drive,
'cause you know that's how these things sell. If you can find me 10
patients to start with, I think that'll be enough to get some results.
Here's 1000 bucks for your troubles, I'm not supposed to give this to
you, but we'll just keep this hush-hush. You'll be a co-author on my
paper." Allen winked.
Doug was thrilled - he was a new research fellow, and this could be his
break. He could get his own lab if this skin cream was as effective as
Dr. Janowicz thought it would be.
But who to test it on? He thought and thought, and then the answer came
to him.
.......
"Mr. Lambert, Mr. Lambert!"
"What? What do you want, Don?" his next-door neighbor, Bill Lambert,
said. Doug had noticed that Bill's skin was naturally fair, and he must
have spent a whole lot of time in the sun, because he had a lot of sun
damage. Bill would be just the type of guy who could benefit from this
new skin cream.
"Actually, my name is Doug, but can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"We're testing a skin cream. It's going to be the next big thing, I can
tell you. It heals damaged skin, not that your skin is bad or anything,
and..."
"Fine. How much will you pay me?"
"We can pay you a fair amount, 250 dollars, but let me tell you about it
first. You have to fill out a questionnaire, ..."
"Oh for God's sake, Don, I don't have time for this, it's not going to
burn me or anything, is it?"
"No, of course not - we've had no problems with animal models. But you
are one of the first human.."
"Give it to me. What do I do, just take it once a day?"
"Yes, all over, but I should tell you..."
"Let me fill out the questionnaire. When do I get the money?"
"In about two weeks."
Bill scribbled his answers down on the questionnaire.
"This questionnaire is the dumbest thing ever, Don. Some of these
questions are ridiculous." With that, he handed the paper to Doug.
He filled it out as follows:
1. Name: "William Lambert"
2. Age: "42"
3. Sex: "Male"
4. Skin problems: "Acne as a teenager with some scarring, freckles, dry
skin on my face"
5. Overall happiness (Scale 1-10): "3, I guess. What does this have to
do with skin cream?"
6. Sex Drive: "None of your business."
7. Occupation: "Accountant/Taxation law expert"
.......
The next morning, Doug woke up confused and bleary-eyed, and glanced at
the clock. 5:45 AM. The sun wasn't even up yet, but somebody was
ringing his doorbell. What the hell? He tried to ignore it, but it kept
ringing. Whoever it was gave up ringing on the doorbell and started
banging on the door, and there was a constant horrible thudding.
Suddenly, he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. What if
one of his family members had died? What if the police were coming to
tell him? He threw some clothes on and rushed to the door. He turned
the porch light on and peeked through the window. It wasn't the police,
it was just some girl wearing an overcoat, knocking frantically on the
door. Her long, brown hair fluttered in the wind. She looked cold. Had
her cat run away? What was wrong with her?
He opened the door slowly. "What's up? You know it's 5:45, right?"
She pushed the door open and walked in. "Hello, Douglas" she said in an
alluring voice. It was a girl who was probably in her early 20's, long,
flowing brown hair, big brown eyes, sexy voice, beautiful complexion.
Doug really started to wake up now.
She took off her jacket, revealing a black nightgown underneath. She
shivered a little bit, but smiled at him. "How does my skin look?"
"Great, ma'am, great." He paused, trying desperately to register who
this was, but no bells were ringing. "Seriously, your skin looks
fantastic. Who...who are you?"
"I live right next door! I just talked to you yesterday, you don't
remember me? I tried some of this skin cream for you, and it's worked
beautifully, my love." She started walking toward him, looking like she
was about to pounce on him.
A few bells started to ring, but they were alarm bells. "No...I think
you've come to the wrong place."
"I'm Bill. Bill Lambert. You must remember me. I live right next
door." the girl said with a huge smile on her face. "This cream is the
best thing that ever happened to me."
Doug was backing away. "No," he said horrified. The girl had some
resemblance, he guessed, to his neighbor, same coloring with pale skin
and dark hair. This girl could almost be his daughter. But this girl
was talking nonsense.
"Yes I am, or I was." She pulled him next to her and wrapped her arms
around him. "You can call me Miss Lambert now. Don't run from me, dear.
I love you," the girl said. "I would do anything for you. I am your
creation. You are my master, my creator, my lord! Plunder me, sir,
plunder your creation!"
"Oh dear" thought Doug, tore himself away, ran to the bathroom and locked
himself in. Fortunately, he kept his cell phone on a charger in the
bathroom, and he dialed Dr. Janowicz hurriedly.
"Allen, help! Help, Allen! I think I might have turned one of my male
neighbors into a female with your skin cream! He was just some poor guy
who lives next door! Now he's...I don't know what he is. Some crazy
woman. What do I do?"
Allen hadn't really woken up when he got this unexpected news. He was
skeptical.
"What? Are you sure? That doesn't sound right. Let me get some coffee,
son, and then we'll talk."
"NO, WE NEED TO TALK NOW! She's inside my house! She's stalking me.
She's outside my bathroom door. I think she's leaning against it right
now. Come over here and help me!"
They both heard her voice outside the door. "LET ME LOVE YOU, DOUG! LET
ME SHOW MY GRATITUDE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!"
"That does sound unfortunate. We are in a bit of a pickle, aren't we?"
said Allen. There was a pause. "How ... how does her skin look?"
"Flawless."
"Great! Don't dwell on the negatives, that's what I always say. I'll be
right over, we'll sort this out." The phone went dead.
"Mr. Lambert?" said Doug hesitatingly.
"Yes, my dear!" said the former Mr. Lambert, who was leaning against the
bathroom door, breathing heavily.
"What will your wife say? She's going to kill me!"
"No, my soul mate. Carol will be as happy as I about my miraculous
transformation, my ascension into paradise! Come, my lord! Our souls
are intertwined! Let us intertwine our bodies!"
Doug sat unhappily on the side of the tub waiting for Allen to show up.
He thought Mr. Lambert was probably wrong about his wife. Carol Lambert
was going to take the news poorly. She would probably 'dwell on the
negatives', as Dr. Janowicz liked to say, but he figured he should
probably call her anyway. And maybe the real Mr. Lambert would answer,
and this woman outside his bathroom door was not Mr. Lambert but just
some crazy person off the street, and he could call the police to haul
her away, and things would go back to normal. He dialed the Lamberts and
a woman answered. He said, "Hi, Mrs. Lambert! It's Doug. From next
door! How are things?"
"Do you know where my husband is?" Her voice was not pleased.
Doug's hopes were dashed. "Well, that's kind of a funny story, Mrs.
Lambert. We're testing some skin cream, and he's had a ... a bit of a
minor side effect, a mood swing if you will, but I think things will be
right as rain in no time, no time at all..."
"What did you do to him?"
"Oh, nothing really, it will all blow over. By the way, is he a morning
person, you know, does he kind of get hyper in the morning sometimes?
Like, manic almost?"
"Oh no, never. He won't say a word to me before he has his coffee. At
6:45 sharp. He hasn't missed his coffee in 15 years."
"Thanks for the info, Carol! Very helpful! I'll call his work and tell
him that he's under the weather today. We'll talk to you real soon!
Thanks for your time! He's going to be fine!"
Doug hung up the phone before Carol could ask him any more questions.
He could feel his heart racing. What could the police charge him with?
Assault with grievous bodily harm? Possibly. Gross malpractice?
Definitely.
Allen sure was taking his sweet time. Finally, he heard the front door
open and footsteps down the hallway.
Allen spoke to someone outside his bathroom door. "Mr. Lambert, I
assume?"
The girl answered, "I don't know who you are, sir, but help me get to
Douglas!"
"You'll see him soon, Mr. Lambert, my name is Dr. Allen Janowicz, and I'm
here to help sort things out," said Allen reassuringly.
"I was Mr. Lambert. Now he has changed me into a goddess!"
"Of course he has, of course. Doug, come out, there's nothing to be
afraid of. She's just a little confused right now."
Doug opened the door slowly, and took a few nervous steps outside his
bathroom. The girl cooed in pleasure. "Douglas, my love! I'm waiting
for you to sow your seed in my garden!"
Allen said soothingly, "She's probably speaking literally, Doug. Maybe
the woman just wants help with her garden."
"I am your fertile, moist soil! PLOW ME, DOUGLAS!"
"Or not." Allen paused. "Let me think...okay, Miss Lambert, you're pretty
devoted to Doug, right? And you're good with taxes, right?"
"Yes"
"Great, great. Can you do Doug's taxes while we figure things out?"
"I would be honored. I want him to think of me any time he needs to
deposit some of his assets. Can you show me your financial portfolio?"
Doug showed her his cardboard box where he threw random bank statements,
W-2's, and cash, and he went back to talk to Allen.
Allen whispered, "I want to prove it's Mr. Lambert, and this way we can
keep her occupied for a little while. I don't know what it was that made
his whole body and personality transform like that, but who knows, maybe
we can reverse it. Back at my house this morning, I made some samples of
the same cream with a little bit of testosterone instead of estrogen
added. I've never actually tested this on animals, but you know what
they say about desperate times, right Doug?" Allen patted Doug on the
back and smiled.
Doug watched the girl in the nightgown busily organizing his financial
chaos. She was, he was ashamed to say, magnetic. She was tall, thin,
beautiful, had lovely skin, and (bonus!) was a financial whiz. If she
weren't actually his grumpy male neighbor, he could see the attraction.
"I'm going to go ahead and try the testosterone cream on her now,"
whispered Allen.
Doug held Allen back. "Can you hold on just a sec? I think she's almost
done getting my finances together." He watched her feverishly working.
"Why is she acting this way? Why is she all hyper and religious and
talkative and devoted to me like that?"
"Well, you were the last man she saw before the big change. And I think
the cream must have gone straight to the part of the brain that affects
the mood, speech, sexuality, and religious experience."
"Which part is that?"
"I'm a dermatologist, how the hell should I know? It's somewhere in the
middle, I think."
Finally, the girl stopped working, put the papers in a neat stack, and
smiled. "Douglas, you big disorganized stud, I filled out a 1040 for
you. I think I found all your W-2's. I also filled out a 1099-MISC this
year, because you had some income that wasn't easily classifiable ..."
As quick as lightning, Allen spread some cream on the woman's arm. Hair
started growing on the arm, and her skin became rough and pockmarked
again. The changes rippled through her body, and she fell to the floor
in surprise. She looked stunned and horrified, as her body and face
turned masculine. She lost her breasts, hair grew on her chest, and she
gradually turned back into Mr. Lambert.
Allen grinned. "That cream is amazing! It can do anything! Look! We
have our old Mr. Lambert back again. Everything's exactly the way it
used to be, everybody can relax, and nobody can get sued. Here's a
thousand bucks to help you forget about this morning, Bill."
Mr. Lambert took the money but looked a little sheepish, lying in a
nightgown on the floor. "Do you have some clothes, Douglas, that I could
borrow. I think I might have stepped out in some of my wife's clothes
this morning by accident, and they don't fit very well."
"Of course, sir. I'm so, so sorry, sir. This was not my intention. At
all. I had no idea! Please take any clothes you wish to have."
"No need to apologize, Douglas, I'm not offended. Thanks for the fun!"
Mr. Lambert was taking it well. Too well. Disturbingly well. But, at
least he looked the same as he used to, and that was 90% of the battle
right there.
Doug kept apologizing. "Tell your wife we're never, ever going to use
that cream on anyone ever again. It's going in the dumpster, and if you
wish to consult legal counsel, I more than understand."
"Of course, Douglas, don't worry, I'll see you soon." Mr. Lambert winked
at him knowingly.
Doug sighed. What was that about?
...........
Doug woke up the next day early in the pitch-black morning . An owl
hooted outside. He glanced at the clock. 5 AM. He felt a vague sense
of unease, but at least nobody was ringing on the doorbell this morning.
Boy, yesterday was some nightmare, but at least it was over. Thank God.
"You and I were meant to be together, Douglas," a female voice said,
right next to his ear.
Doug jumped a foot off the bed.
"I want to be your cowgirl, my magnificent stallion!" said the purring
voice.
He could feel a woman lowering herself on top of him, and he could feel
her breasts and her smooth skin press into his chest.
"It feels like I'm running on empty, my dear. Put your nozzle in my tank
and fill me with your precious fuel. Get my engine humming, Douglas!"
With that, he could feel a hand gently close around his manhood. He
freaked out. He rolled out of bed and landed on the cold floor with a
thud. He stood up and turned the bedside lamp on.
Doug blinked at the light, but could see the female version of Mr.
Lambert wearing a red bra and panties, staring at him. She sighed
happily and said, "I hope our sons look like you, Douglas."
"No, Mr. Lambert! Why? How?"
"Oh, I still had more skin cream at home. I changed back into my true
form last night as soon as I could. I knew that my lord and his trusty
assistant Dr. Janowicz were testing me yesterday with their horrible
testosterone cream, to see how faithful a servant I was. You can see
that I passed my test. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, but I unlocked one
of your windows yesterday when I was over here, and I let myself in this
morning."
Doug could see that turning Miss Lambert back into Mr. Lambert was not
going to be as easy as sneaking up and putting a dab of cream on her. It
was like turning away a hurricane with a hair dryer, or patting the earth
reassuringly to stop an earthquake.
"What are we going to tell your wife now?" said Doug, with a haunted
look on his face.
"Oh, I told her last night that her companionship was the only thing that
kept me going for the last 15 years. I will always appreciate what she
has done for me. But I told her heaven lay next door for me, and I could
no longer be the husband that she deserved. I also told her that I
needed to borrow some of her lingerie so I could seduce you."
"How did she take it?"
"She dwelt on the negatives. She doesn't have the capacity to appreciate
my new female sexuality."
"I'm sorry."
"I wrote a poem for you. It compares our love to the singing of birds.
It's beautiful and profound, and I spent a lot of time coming up with the
exact right words to express our devotion."
"Ooookay..."
"Are you ready?"
"I guess..."
"You make me twitter like a wren,
You keep me squawking like a mynah.
When you gaze into my eyes,
And thrust your love in my ..."
Doug cut her off. "MISter Lambert. That's not beautiful at all. You're
not in your right mind! The real Mr. Lambert never used to write me
poems like that! We have to turn you back again!"
"I am in my right mind at last - after stumbling the earth, blind and in
shackles for 42 years, I finally became myself yesterday. You're the one
who freed me from my shackles of maleness. I haven't lost my identity,
I've gained my true identity! You won't put me back in chains, will you?
You wouldn't ask a butterfly to turn back into a caterpillar, would you
Douglas?"
"But none of this is real! Your feelings aren't real! Your body isn't
real! This is just a side effect of that stupid skin cream!" he
protested. He had been standing in his shorts and his t-shirt the whole
time, and he was beginning to shiver.
She sat up, reached out her hand toward his, and eased him back into bed,
and put the covers over him. She took his hand and put it over her
breast. "How does it feel?"
He could feel her soft breast beneath her bra, and her erect nipple.
"Warm.."
She took his hand and slid it down towards her hips. "How does it feel?"
He was starting to get interested. "It feels amazing. Very real." She
started panting. "I know you want to! Let's do it, Douglas!"
At this point, Doug stopped fighting the inevitable. After all, she
seemed happy now. Much happier than before. Worse things happen to
people every day. It wasn't his fault about this whole mess. Maybe it
was destiny! He looked at her big brown eyes, sparkling with joy, and
his guilt floated away.
Afterwards, the two were getting dressed, when Doug thought of something.
"Hey Miss Lambert, can you fill out the follow-up questionnaire for me?
Allen's going to want a comparison questionnaire."
"Absolutely, Douglas"
The answers had changed a bit.
1. Name: "Miss Lambert, soon to be Mrs. Gunderson."
2. Age: "23-ish."
3. Sex: "Three or four times a day with my man. Did you mean 'gender'?
Female"
4. Skin problems: "Douglas says I'm flawless"
5. Overall happiness (Scale 1-10): 12
6. Sex Drive: "Unchartable"
7. Occupation: "Poetess, mother, priestess. Devoted wife, lover, and
eternal companion to Douglas Gunderson. Also, accountant specializing in
tax issues".
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