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I woke up the next morning. I was surprised that I didn't really have a hang over, I just felt a little groggy. When I made it to the kitchen I found that Lucas had left a schedule under the box with the colored wrapping paper. I pulled the sheet out and looked it over. It was pretty standard training layout. It included weapons training, hand to hand, language training, special driving training, basic flight school and something called feminine skills class. I could see that I was going to be really busy for the next couple of months but it made sense to start now and give myself some breathing room. I picked up the box and looked it over, there was no mark on the paper and so if Lucas hadn't handed it to me I'd have had no idea who it was from. I turned the box over and over in my hands trying to guess what was inside. Once I thought I had a pretty good idea, I tore open the package. I was totally wrong. Inside was a 6 inch long slick black vibrator. I didn't really know what to think. I'd never really thought about vibrators before but I guess now I might have a use for one. I actually found myself feeling very grateful to Lucas. It was a thoughtful present, he'd even found one that wasn't molded to look like a dick. I was surprisingly happy with my new toy and decided I would try it out later. I wandered back to the bedroom and placed the box with the vibrator inside on the nightstand. The schedule Lucas had left said that today I would be going to be doing various classes, starting in about half an hour. I jumped in the shower and washed the sleep off me. Once dressed I ran out of the apartment and down to the main building. Sara was waiting outside. "Morning," she greeted me with a big hug. "Sorry I missed you last night." "That's fine, Lucas and I just chilled and watched a movie," I told her. "Sounds like fun," she replied, then paused. "Ok, ready for your first class?" "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I shrugged. "What is it?" "You're going to love it. Your first class is Feminine skills." Sara smiled. I felt my shoulders sag. "Oh, come on. It's not going to be too bad," Sara said with her hands on her hips. "Some of the stuff girls get to do can be fun. I mean, yesterday was exciting, right?" I laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say it was fun." "Ok, then. Let go and meet the girls." Sara motioned for me to follow her. We walked into the building. I followed Sara down the corridor, through the glass and steel of the TMF offices, then entered a side room. Inside the room was set up like I imagined a movie make-up trailer looked. Sat on the table next to a collection of various bottles and make-up supplies was a beautiful blond woman in a form hugging red dress. She looked like a movie star, a femme fatal from a Bond film or something. She looked up to us and my breath caught in my throat. She was absolutely stunning. "Good morning, Sunshine." She smiled and the the room seemed to light up. The woman stood and crossed the room towards us, the sound of her high heels click clacking with each slinky step. She reached us and gave Sara a huge hug. The women kissed each other on the cheek in greeting and my mind flooded with fantasies of the this Goddess and Sara naked, writhing on the satin covered bed. Sara's voice snapped me out of my vision. "Carly, this is Stephanie," Sara introduced, "Steph, this is Carly. She is also a 'new' woman, like us and she's going to help you to learn the fine art of make up." "Er....yeah, I'm pleased....um...well." My mouth suddenly went dry, my brain filled with cotton wool and I couldn't even think of the words I wanted to say, "You're so beautiful..." I moved past Carly's outstretched hand, took her face in my hands and kissed her passionately on the lips. A part of me was shocked at my actions but the majority of my brain just had to have this amazing creature. I could feel her hands caressing my body and her hot tongue exploring my mouth. I savored the feeling of my breasts pressing against hers and the feeling of her incredible body under my wandering hands. I felt a pinch in my upper arm. My mind began to clear and I was aware of Sara's voice again, calling my male name. "John! John!! Snap out of it, playtime's over." Sara was pulling me away from Carly. I was suddenly aware of what I had just done and felt horribly guilty. I took a forced step back and hung my head in shame for attacking this woman. "I am SO sorry. I have no idea what came over me, you're so beautiful I couldn't stop myself. That's no excuse but..." I tried to explain myself. "Oh, stop. You're not exactly unattractive yourself. But It's part of my change. I just wasn't expecting it to effect you so much. You must still be into girls, right?" Carly laughed as she explained and pulled her dress straight again. I could feel my face glowing red. "What do you mean it's part of your change?" Carly smiled. "I produce a powerful pheromone that makes me very very attractive, if you enjoy the female of the species." I couldn't help but think about this fact. Did it mean that I was now a lesbian or had my sexual orientation not changed yet? "That must be awkward for you." "It took some getting used to at first but I find it pretty useful now," Carly replied. I was having trouble thinking straight. So I simply said, "I see." "We've developed a antidote to Carly's little trick, so you should be ok now but it'll take a while to take full effect," Sara said. "Yeah, I'm still feeling a little hot and bothered," I admitted. "Its not all the pheromones, cutie. I'm a smoking hot bitch, right here!" Carly laughed and did a spin. I laughed but still felt a little self conscious. "I agree with the bitch part," a young black woman said as she walked across from a table on the other side of the room. She was followed by two Hispanic woman and a very young looking girl who was at least 8 months pregnant. Sara introduced the the woman who had spoken. "This is Shawna." Shawna shook my hand with a bright smile. "Pleased to meet you," she said. Sara introduced the two Latina woman as Maggie and Laura. They came forward and shook my hand. The young pregnant woman dropped heavily down in a chair and waved weakly. "I'm Billy. Sorry, I'm not usually this.... pregnant." Sara turned to me. "We make up, kind of a support group within the company. There are a lot of them as people are drawn together to help each other cope with their changes." What she was saying suddenly lit a light bulb in my mind. "Oh, so you all used to be men?" "Yes, we did. and I hear you're the new member...or should I say vagina?" Shawna smiled and sat down next to Billy. The girls all laughed at Shawna's play on words but I thought it was a little rude and that she was trying to haze me so I just stayed quiet. "So shall we get started?" Carly suggested. She directed me to the chair and pulled a smock over my clothes. "Have you ever worn make up before?" Carly asked. "No, never. I was a man until last week," I answered indignantly. "No offence intended, Cutie," Carly said. "I used to like to wear makeup once in a while even when I was a man" "You were a crossdresser, Carly. That's not how most men feel," Billy said. "So? How do you know she wasn't a crossdresser?" Carly threw back. "I wasn't," I said. "Oh, ok," Carly said defeated. I looked at my new face in the mirror. I had to admit that I was pretty in a girl next door type of way. Carly explained what she was doing as she went along. I tried to follow what she was teaching me but it was tricky, there was so much to learn. The rest of the girls sat and chatted, laughing, teasing each other and offering suggestions to me about make up as they drank coffee. It quickly became quite boisterous and reminded me of all the times I'd spent hanging out with the guys in my platoon. I was surprised that "Guy talk" was so similar to "Girl talk", but then I wasn't sure if this was really "girl talk" due to the groups past as men. At points the conversation became very sexual. Billy seemed to take a huge amount of flak due to the fact that, aside from me, she had been the most recent addition to the group and the only one so far that had gotten pregnant. It seemed that Billy, or should it be Billie, had been accidently changed after a careless needle stick in the lab which he had worked in as a tech. He had only gotten a tiny amount of the serum in his wound but it was enough to began a slow, unstoppable, transformation into the girl who sat before me. But that wasn't what they teased her about. It was the pregnancy, or rather the cause of the pregnancy. According to the story I was told, Billie had hidden the changes at first, scared that she would loose her job for her carelessness. Despite her loose heavy sweaters and coats, people began to notice. As the changes progressed it became obvious to everyone that she was now a very well proportioned young woman. Finally one of the doctors approached Billie and asked what was happening. She came clean. She was so relived when the company were not angry. Even more so when they said they'd try and reverse the results of the accident. Unfortunately the day Billie started her first period was also the day that TMF informed her that she would be stuck as a woman for the rest of her life. Billie had left shattered. She got a cab to a local bar and drank her troubles away. The night had quickly become a blur and the next morning she awoke in bed with a young collage football star. As she tried not to freak out and quietly leave the apartment she found pictures of the herself and the boy from a photo booth, all drunken smiles and kisses. She found a trail of clothes from the kitchen to the bedroom and then on her phone, in the cab on the way home, she found pictures and video, taken by her, of her drunken self from the night before enjoying being 'fucked like an animal'. This term was apparently repeated in various forms by the drunk Billie in the videos and elicited snorts of laughter from the girls every time it was uttered. "Honestly, from what I remember it was a great night. But wasn't the best way to discover I was now a STRAIGHT women" Billie smiled self- consciously. "And so that's how you got pregnant?" I asked as Carly brushed some type of powder on my face. "Yeah, probably," Billie mumbled. The girls all roared with laughter. I just felt lost. "No quite," Shawna said. "Billie didn't just discover she was a straight woman that night. She also discovered that she really, really likes sex as a girl." I glanced over to see billies response to this accusation. She just sat there grinning like a child that had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Oh, yeah," she grinned. "I REALLY do. I mean, I really did when I was a guy too, but it just wasn't as easy to get laid before. Now I'm a girl, it literally takes no effort. I just go to a bar and guys throw themselves at me." "Which is how you got pregnant?" I asked. "Which is how I got pregnant," Billie confirmed. "Are you scared?" I asked. "About having a baby, I mean?" Billie smiled thoughtfully, she reached down and rubbed her large belly. "I'm a little concerned, about pain and things, but not really. I got comfortable with the idea quite quickly, the docs tell me that its because of the hormones but whatever it is I'm happy to be a mom." That level of honesty earned Billie a break from the teasing for the rest of the day. But in the vacuum left by giving Billie a break, I began to draw more questions from the group. Who was I before? What did I get hired for? How was I coping? "Were you that short before?" Maggie asked. I was shocked for a moment. "No, I was quite tall before but I guess I lost a few inches" "A few inches," Maggie laughed. The others joined in. "Girl, you're about a quater inch away from being a dwarf!" I smiled "Hey, fuck you." "Sure," Maggie shot back, "but I get to use the strap on first." I felt my face go bright red. Maggie's face dropped. "Sorry, I'm just fucking with you." "It's ok, I still getting used to being hit on like a girl does. And you kinda took me by surprise." I smiled back trying to cover my embarrassment. But I found myself checking Maggie out a little. She was very cute, with a nice smile and a knockout figure, from what I could tell through her t shirt and jeans. "Ok, you're done, sweetie." Carly tore me from my thoughts. I looked up in the mirror and was stunned. I looked like a different person for the second time this week. What was amazing was that it didn't really look like I was wearing make up. I turned my head left and right looking at the work of art that Carly had created. "Do you like it?" Carly asked. "I look really hot..." I trailed off. "Do you remember what I taught you? Could you do it yourself?" Carly asked. I was still lost in amazement, gazing the beautiful blond who gazed back at me in the mirror. "Steph?" Sara prompted. "Yes?" I answered. "I mean.... I was listening ...but no. I suddenly don't have any idea what you did." Carly smiled. "Well, I'm glad you like my work. I can totally go over this again with you another time." "Thanks Carly," I replied. "This was actually a lot of fun. I'm glad I got to meet all of you." The girls all smiled and Shawna suggested going for lunch but I knew that I had other lessons today. I looked over to Sara, she nodded towards the door. We made our excuses and after a round of hugs we headed out to the next lesson. As we walked I couldn't help looking at myself in all the polished surfaces in the building. "I can't get over how different I look with this make up on," I marveled. "It can make quite an impact, that's for sure," Sara agreed as she lead the way. "So whats next?" I asked. "Oh, you're not going to like whats next but this afternoon we'll do something fun I promise." Sara went on to explain that the lab needed to assess my progress and get a baseline for ability. We entered a lab and I was immediately mobbed by lab techs, I was measured and prodded. I ran a stress test that would have normally left me panting for breath but now barely had me breaking a sweat. I was asked to pull on various machine which were designed to test my strength. After that we were moved to a small curtained area with an exam table and the Doctors O'Keefe were called over. "Hi, John. How are you feeling?" Claire said. "Hi, Doc," I greeted. "Actually, it's Stephanie now." "Oh, I love that name!" Shawn joined in, sounding very bubbly, "Our fourth daughter is called Stephanie." "Oh, that's nice." I was kinda lost for what to say, as I had had no part in choosing my new name. "So what's the news?" The Doctors turned towards a small steel table and began to fumble with something, speaking over their shoulders to me. "Everything's looking amazing actually. Aside from the gender change, you've come out better than we imagined," Claire said. "Yes, very good," Shawn agreed. "Can you change into this gown and jump up on the table for us?" I nodded and began to strip off my clothing and put on a standard issue drab hospital gown which was open at the back and tented out over my breasts like a circus tent. The Doctors turned back to me and asked me to jump up onto the table. When I landed on the table it made me jump and I accidentally allowed a small yip to escape my lips. "Sorry, about that," I said. "That's fine, I hate these things. You'd have thought they would have invented a heated one by now," Shawn joked. "Ok, now just lay back and try to relax," Claire said as she began to unfold stirrups for the bottom of the bed. I suddenly realized what was happening and it felt like all the blood left my body. I noticed that small table that the Doctors had been using which had a various tools, including a speculum. The Doctors must have noticed my reaction. "Just relax, John. I'm sorry. Stephanie," Shawn said. "This is just an unpleasant part of being a woman that we all have to get used to. It's not that bad really. You just have to relax." I slowly laid back on the table and felt the doctors guide my legs into the stirrups. The cool AC of the lab blew a draft up and across my new genitals. The Doctors moved down between my leg and when I felt them touching me down there I jumped so high I almost fell off the table. I felt my heart thumping in my chest and I began to breath a mile a minute. I wasn't sure but I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. "Ok, Steph, You have to try and relax. I know it's hard," Claire soothed. "I'm trying. But I'm freaking out," I babbled. "We understand, but we need to give you a full exam and it has to involve this procedure," Claire explained. "Try thinking about something nice." "Ok, I'll try," I said. I lay back and tried to picture something nice. I thought of puppies, sunny days and beautiful woman. I felt the speculum slowly enter. I thought of fun nights out I'd had. I felt the bizarre sensation of my brand new vagina being opened up like a flower. "You have to stay relaxed, with your strength, if you keep tensing up you might crush the speculum and that's gonna be a mess" Shawn warned. "Thanks for that thought," I replied sarcastically. I felt a painful scraping sensation in a place I barely knew I had now. I tried to think about anything else. I thought about my morning with the girls. I thought about how cute Maggie was. I wondered if I really was still attracted to girls or if that would change later like Sara did. "Ok, you're all done," Claire said. "Thank fuck for that!" I exclaimed and pulled my legs from the stirrups. "I really do NOT like that." "No-one does." Sara smiled as she walked in through the curtains. I looked up at her and was so relived to see someone who I knew wasn't going to poke or prod me, I almost burst into tears. "Are we done here?" I asked the doctors as I fought back tears. "Yes, you're all done. I'll send the results to your rooms," Shawn said with a comforting smile. I struggle back into my clothes and walked awkwardly out of the lab. Sara followed me into the corridor. I was so angry, and disgusted, and felt like I was going to be sick, and my groin hurt, and... and.... I spun round to face Sara. "That was awful and degrading!" I was suddenly screaming at her. "Why didn't you warn me they would do that! I can't believe you let them do that to me!..." I ran out of things to say, thoughts to vent and I felt my shoulders sag and a wave of tears flowed from me like a river. Sara just stood there and took the whole force of my outburst without flinching. As I stood there, body racked with sobs, I felt Sara's arms reach around me and draw me into a hug. I was aware of how much shorter than her and I felt like I was being hugged by my mom again. At first I stiffened a little in defiance but then wrapped my arms around Sara's waist, laid my head on her shoulder and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. "Ok, let's take you to the lady's room and get you cleaned up," Sara said once I'd quietened down. She lead me to the restroom with an arm around my shoulder. When I looked in a mirror my beautiful make up was now a mess. Running in streaks down my face. It made me surprisingly sad to have to wash most of it off. I realized that I actually liked how it made me look and without it I felt like I looked tired. "Are you ok now?" Sara asked. I nodded my head but didn't really know what to say. I was better than a few minutes ago but I still felt violated and angry. "Listen, I'm sorry. I should have told you ahead of time about that but I guess I figured that you wouldn't take it so hard," Sara mumbled as she looked down at the floor. I tried to put the situation into perspective but for some reason I kept getting caught up on the feelings of violation and betrayal. I felt sure that I had never held onto anger like this before, I'd always been very quick to forgive actually but right now, every time I thought about what had just happened, my blood would boil again. "It's ok," I managed. "You didn't mean any harm. I guess you've had that done to you before, so..." "Every year. The majority of women do," Sara said. "Ok, anyway. Whats next?" I suddenly wanted to change the subject and never talk about this again. Sara seemed shocked by the sudden change in subject. "Er... I was thinking we could have some lunch and then I'd take you down to the range and we could play with some of the new toys from R&D" My mind filled with images of futuristic ray guns and jet packs. "Seriously? We're gonna play with future weaponry?" Sara smiled. "Yeah, I gotta make up for this mornings torture, right? Come on, let's go." Sara lead me out of the ladies room and back toward the R&D range. As we crossed the foyer we saw a crowd of people in suits. In the center of the crowd, seemingly the center of the crowds attention was a very tall woman who looked as if she had green hair. As I was looking the group over I saw Lucas, our eyes met and I gave him a small wave. He surprised me by breaking off his conversation and walking towards Sara and I. "Hi John!" He smiled. "How are you doing?" "Stephanie," Sara reminded Lucas. "Sorry, Stephanie. I'll try and remember. How's it going?" he said without breaking his smile. "It's going ok, I guess," I replied. Lucas never let his smile fade but lowered his voice and spoke from the side of his mouth. "It's gotta be better than this, these suits are fucking killing me." "Could be worse, I had to have a pelvic exam this morning," I whispered. Lucas grimaced. "Yeah, that sucks. But I might have been tempted to trade with you if I knew this detail would be so frustrating." "That bad, huh?" I asked. Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a woman calling Lucas. We turned towards the voice and saw the tall woman moving through the crowd. As they parted to let her pass I saw that the woman was very striking looking. She had bright green hair long, tanned skin with almost a hint of olive green and flowing like water over her shoulders. Her face was beautiful with pronounced cheek bones and the most stunning eyes I'd ever seen. She moved with an other worldly grace, almost as if she was floating. She was dressed in a tailored business suit which did nothing to hide he huge breasts, cleavage overflowing from her partially open blouse. As she broke out from the crowd I saw why she was so tall and graceful. The woman was half snake. From the waist down, protruding from the bottom of a tailored pencil skirt, was the thick muscular tail of a snake. She was huge, maybe 20 or 30 feet long but moved as if she weighed nothing at all. I was hypnotized by her movement. "Mr Lucas, I was just wondering if you could..." She trailed off when she saw me "You must be Mr Rivas?" she asked ans she reached out a long taloned hand. I reached out and shook the proffered hand. "Actually, I think I'm Miss Rivas now. Stephanie." It sounded weird to say my new name out loud. "Ah, yes. Of course you are. My name is Andrea Addis. I'm in charge of the new project starting here." She paused, locking eyes with me for a moment. "Did I say something wrong? You suddenly seem a little... cold." "Oh, no," I tried to cover my surprise at her direct question. "I'm just a natural curmudgeon, I guess. I always worry about new things a little." I tried to smile but Ms. Addis suddenly jerked towards me. and before I could stop myself I had dropped back into a defensive stance with my guard up. She pulled up short, looked shocked for a moment but then her smile returned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," she seemed to hiss. "But, I have to admire your speed. I barely saw you move." I tried to relax and play off my over reaction. "Haha, yeah. You made me jump for sure. Sorry. I'm a little skittish today. I am sorry, I didn't mean to seem rude." "Don't mention it. I'm used to the reaction of people when they get a first look at me." Ms Addis smiled again. "So what do you do here exactly?" "I'm....well, I'm a volunteer in one of the projects." I wasn't sure how much I was allowed to say, even to another Project manager. "Ah yes, Project Mighty Mouse. I remember now," Ms Addis said. "How are you coping with the sudden... changes?" I was shocked that she knew who and what I was. "I'm doing ok. I have good days and bad days." I noticed that I had begun to feel hot. A familiar moistness had started in my groin. I shuffled uncomfortably but then found that my eye line had moved from her beautiful eyes to her stunning breasts. I fought to keep my eyes on a professional target. "Well, I'd love to meet and discuss your situation, I might be of some help. A fresh perspective," Ms Addis offered. "Yeah, that could be nice," I replied, still distracted by the feelings of arousal in my whole body. "Maybe tomorrow after I get settled in, I could show you around my project and then we could have dinner?" "Sounds great," I replied, more out of reflex than clear thought. "Ok, I'll find out when I'm free. Mindy!" Ms Addis called to someone in the crowd. The crowd parted behind Ms Addis and a.... person stepped forward. The figure was clearly feminine with an exaggerated hour glass shape but that's about as far as it went. She was dressed in a smart business suit, almost matching Ms Addis'. But perched on her shoulders the woman had the head of a dog. A human sized pug, panting tongue and all, to be exact. The creature had boobs that rivaled Ms Addis and was covered in a short silky looking coat of creamy fur with the occasional brown patch Also, at the front of the Pug woman's tight skirt was an unmistakable bulge in the groin. The Pug woman took a diary out of her shoulder bag and opened it up. "This is my personal assistant Mindy," Ms Addis introduced the Pug woman. "Am I free tomorrow evening? Maybe 6pm?" Mindy looked through the diary and then looked up to Ms Addis with her huge bulging eyes and nodded her dog head. "Excellent. Does 6pm tomorrow work for you?" Ms Addis asked. I was to caught up in the moment to think of a good enough excuse and being as Sara and Lucas hadn't jumped in, so I just nodded dumbly, "Sure, 6pm sounds good." "Excellent, see you then." Ms Addis smiled and then suddenly span around and moved back to the crowd with surprising speed. The spell of the snake woman broke and I suddenly found myself blinking and wondering what I had just let myself in for. I looked over at Lucas, who looked subtly furious and then turned and followed Ms Addis back into the crowd. Mindy took a small step towards me and handed me a small card with the date and time written on it. I thanked her and she gave me a lopsided smile, turned and left me standing there. "What did I just do?" I whispered to Sara out of the corner of my mouth. "What did you do?" Sara hissed. "I think Project might mouse just fed her ass to the Snake woman. That's what." Sara took me by the arm and led me away. I found myself having to half run to keep up to Sara as she stalked towards the range. "Was that a bad thing, I just kinda got carried away. I mean she was stunning! Did you see her tits, for god sake?" I raced to get a grip on what I had just done. "Her tits? Damn it, Steph! Even with a massive pair of tits right their in front of you and a pussy between your legs, you're still thinking with your dick and chasing boobs." Sara laughed. "What? Just because I have new toys, doesn't mean I'm not interested in testing out other peoples toys," I tried to joke. "Well, try to keep it in your pants for hour or so, huh? What with kissing Carly, making googly eyes at Maggie and then getting a date with the snake woman, you're moving mighty fast on the lesbian front," Sara said as she slowed her stride. I was shocked, I hadn't realized that I had been so obvious. But when she said it out loud it sounded terrible. "Yeah, I guess it has been a highly sexually charged morning," I mumbled noncommittally. We arrived at the range and Sara lead us to a lane at the far end. On the table next to the range was a table with a mixture various weapons. I had never seen any of these weapons before, which shocked me. I prided myself on being on the cutting edge of warfare. Sara picked up midsized automatic handgun and handed it to me. "Ok, lets have some fun," she said. I took the gun, double checked it was clear, loaded a magazine, released the slide and stood ready to fire. I took aim at the target at the end of the range and let rip. I emptied the weapon downrange and then hit the button to bring the target in. "Nice shooting, Tex," Sara said sarcastically. Of the 16 shots I'd fired, there was only a grouping of three shot that seem to have hit the target. To make matters worse they were way too low. "Damn it! Now I cant even shoot straight." I felt deflated. Sara took the target down and looked more closely at it. A look of shock came over her face and she dropped the paper and placed another target on the slide. "Reload," she said. "This time, don't adjust for anything. aim square for the center and fire one shot only." I did as she asked. The bullet went straight through, dead center bulls- eye. Sara told me to adjust an inch to the left. The bullet penetrated exactly where I aimed. I tried another few shots, every bullet hit exactly where I aimed. I fired a few in quick succession and they left just one slightly larger than normal whole in the target as the all passed through within a fraction of an inch of each other. "Wow, you're a great shot!" Sara exclaimed. "Er, yeah I'm good. But I'm not that good," I admitted. "It must be your increased strength," Sara thought out loud. "The recoil isn't throwing you off at all." "Right, and I feel like I can see the target better too," I added. "You're probably right, you're eyesight would be enhanced as your strength," Sara replied. "Try firing from different positions." I tried shooting one handed, firing from the hip with larger weapons, even quick draw. The results were amazing. I almost couldn't miss. If I could get eyes on the target, I could bulls-eye it. Easily. Even I was impressed with my new found skills. The only thing that was going to take some getting used to was that every time I fired the rifles on full auto, my breasts would vibrate in a very distracting manner. I decided that I would have to find a better way to restrain my chest while in the field. All the guns were amazing from small caliber handguns to Large but still very compact automatic rifles, they all worked perfectly or better. We spent the rest of the afternoon putting hundreds of rounds down range. When we had gone through all the guns, Sara suggested that later in the week she would sign out some long range gear and we would head out to the sniper range and try my luck there. "That's was great!" I exclaimed as we walked back to my rooms. "I figured you'd like that," Sara smiled. "Fuck yeah, I did. I've gotta admit that, with the super strength and now the sharp shooting, I'm getting more excited to see what else I can do," I said. "Well, you'll have plenty of time to find out over the next few months," Sara reminded me. "Yeah, I guess so." As we arrived at my door and I was looking for my key, Lucas came down the hallway. "Hey, Lucas," I said. "Hey yourself, what was that this afternoon?" Lucas demanded. I stopped looking for my key and turned to face Lucas. "What's was what?" "Well, you could have been more discreet about trying to get a date with the Addis," Lucas fired back. "What are you talking about? I was just walking past and you called out to me. Then she came over to me!" I exclaimed. "I wasn't out trawling for dates." Lucas bit his lip and put his hands on his hips. He looked like he was trying to figure out how to proceed. Finally he said, "Ok, I guess it isn't really your fault. But gawddamnit, John! You have no Idea how much trouble you could be in." "What do you mean? I was just being friendly. Would you rather I was rude?" I asked. "No, of course not but....I don't know, I just wish you hadn't run into her. She's trouble, I'm telling you," Lucas said, looking defeated. "Look, I'll be professional and laugh at her jokes, then bid a friendly farewell and I'm out. Job done," I assured Lucas as I finally wrestled the key into the door and entered. When I entered my rooms I was stopped in my tracks. The little table was covered in flowers. They were a beautiful mix of red and purple flowers. My favorite colors. Nestled in the middle of the flowers was top of the line Xbox gaming system and a handful of my favorite games. There was a simple card that read; ' 'To Stephanie, I'm looking forward to getting to know you, Andrea Addis.' I was just stared at the card as Lucas read it over my shoulder. "I told you, dude. She's trouble." I realized that I was starting to see Lucas' point.