The following document is a rough draft of a novel that has been
copyrighted.  Its contents are meant to be freely distrubuted and are not
for publication on any pay site.  I want this to remain Free to anyone
unless they wish to have paper publishing rites and then only by permission
of the author, Leslie Josette Gill.

To anyone who reads this work, it is in progress.  Much research is needed
in several areas.  I wrote what seemed to be correct from what I know about
Television and some of the subject matter.
	The point of view for this story was originally from Al/Leslie's.
I have changed it to the point of view of the doctor's in the first part of
the book and Leslie's in the second..  If you spot a mis-step.  flag it and
I will fix it.

Drug Induced Genetic Mutation.  DIGEM............  A Medical Si-fi novel.

                                         Chapter 1 Mary
	What the hell was I doing looking for things that were not in my
specialty.  I am a plastic surgeon and Medical doctor.  I make my money
fixing nature's mistakes and accidents. I had an older brother who years
ago died of cancer.  It was a slow and painful death.  I was in the last
year of my medical degree and had settled on a specialty.  Plastic surgery.
After all, I was becoming a doctor to help people.  Then my brother died.
So I dabbled in the cancer lines of study as a sideline.  I truly believed
my brother did not have to die that way.
	I didn't have much time as, surgery is a crewel taskmaster.  Life
as an intern is hell. Everyone reads books about poor interns.
	I finally got out of internship and went into my plastic surgery
practice fixing nature's accidents and Man's.  Then, I was able to slip
into the cancer studies in my spare time.  I read every journal available
on the subject.  I was constantly watching case studies and anything
related.  I even wanted to do some work on my own.  I had this crazy idea
that hormonal studies in cancer research had been neglected.  I built a lab
using my new source of income.  After all, I was a plastic surgeon.  I
could afford toys.  But my toys were Lab instruments and electron
microscopes and other electronic gadgets.  Piece by piece, My lab would do
anything I wanted to do.  I justified the space and equipment costs to the
tax man as my way of doing my own tissue studies of things removed from my
patients.  (You had to do some tests on anything you remove to make sure
nothing was wrong.)  And it was a beautiful tax write off.... After all, I
needed it.  I didn't want to wait for another lab or the hospital lab's
techs to get to my sample.  Occasionally, yes, I would have to send
something out.  I even would let medical students have access to the lab
(as long as they were careful with my toys.).
	I would occasionally get a patient that was unusual to say the
least.  One such patient was a recent transsexual who had a nasty tumor
removed from her neck. (This was now legally a female).  She also needed a
bit of minor plastic surgery to soften the jaw line and since I was there,
why not.  She could not afford the surgery, but I did it anyway.  Never say
I ever discriminated against anyone.  I just felt like doing the job.
There was something about this person that drew me to her.  The tumor was
removed and the area was repaired.  This was a good opportunity to look at
an unusual case.  She is a performer and did not need blemishes where they
could be seen. It appeared that at one time this tumor had been a cancer.
I wanted to really investigate this case.  It took a little work and a lot
of explanations, but I got the case history and discovered an unusual link.
	I was going to New Orleans.  To be more exact, the French Quarter,
the adult Disneyland.  I walked into the club, in the middle of a
performance and couldn't see any flaws in the female form on stage.  This
place was where Female impersonators and transsexuals shared the stage.  It
was the first time I had been in what you would call a "gay" place.
	One minute with the barkeep and a message was being sent back to
the dressing rooms.  I sat and watched the show.  Mary had just gone on
stage and I watched her act.  Then the house bouncer came over and asked me
to come backstage.  I had no ideal what to expect.  What looked like real
women were walking around back stage in various stages of dress, or
undress. Mary was sitting in the middle of a large room with a couple of
other girls getting ready for stage.
	"Well did you like my show?" was the greeting.
	"Well its the first one I've ever seen."  "I don't fully understand
what is going on Doc.  The surgery you did on me was wonderful.  Its almost
healed.  The suddenness of your phone call has me a bit concerned. So what
is the deal?"
	"I need to talk in a more private place."
	"I don't know what's going on, but I trust you, so lets wait till I
can get off work. I have a place we can talk.  But it will take a few
minutes.  I due back on stage in 15 minutes."
	"O.K. I'll go sit back in the audience and when your ready, collect
me and we'll go somewhere.  I have plenty of time."
	From the audience, I found the whole experience amazing.  Act after
act, one individual could change her/his appearance radically, with no
effort at all.  It was one thing to do surgery on a face and reshape it,
but it was another to make form where there was something else.
	We went off to a local bar and grill and found a quiet spot in the
back where they could talk.
	"O.K. Doc, what do you want to know?" asked Mary.
	"Mary, after I did your jawline and facelift, I went back and
checked the remaining tissue samples.  At one time, you had a serious
tumor. I found the existence of a chemical which was not on the list of
prescribed drugs you have been taking.  I had access to your records since
I did surgery on you.  It looks like something you've been taking, has
stopped a very serious cancer and I would like to know what it is."
	"Doc, I ain't in any trouble, am I?"
	"No, you won't believe this, but, I think this stuff stopped your
cancer before you even knew you had any.  I just want to know what it is
because, I want some of the stuff."
	"Doc, the stuff I've been taking is a cheep hormone I get off the
street.  Some drug pusher makes it for the local queens.  He did something
to the drug and if I don't take it once a day, I get sick.
	"You mean this stuff is addictive, right."
	"Right.  Before I could afford any kind of medical care, I got my
hormones on the street. Some of the pushers and druggies would help us with
what we needed without going to a doctor.  Made things a bit easier.  The
stuff I got, turned out to Jones me and I got trapped into staying on the
stuff.  I've tried to get regular hormones, but I can't quit this stuff.
They got me."
	"Well, maybe I can do something about that.  But I still have to
know what it is."
	"The people who I buy from found out it was sometimes addictive,
but only to a few.  They find out who and just soak us.  To the queens, Its
just cheep hormones.  I was the only one I know who became addicted.  It
helps grow breasts and hips and really advances the feminization process.
Some transsexuals and cross dressers don't want to evolve a doctor to take
hormones.  So they borrow from someone who has them legally or they find
them black market ."
	"I can't prove it right now but, I think that drug is keeping you
alive.  I need to get a sample of that stuff."
	"I can't buy for you cause they know me and my dosage.  They will
ask questions I cannot answer unless I am bring in a new girl.  And they
won't even talk to you without a intro."
	"What's that supposed to mean?"
	"You want some of that stuff, you got to look like you need it."
	"Me?, in Drag?...."
	"Yep, only way.  If I buy extra, they will know something is up.
Only way.  These people administer the drugs right on site and they watch
you close.  I think they both have some medical training because they know
how to do things."
	"Oh boy!"  I just sat there and shook my head.  Even if I came back
empty handed, at least I would get a chance to see New Orleans.  The trip
would not be completely wasted.....
	Mary started to look me over real hard.
	"I know I can make you look like a seasoned queen in about 3 days."
	"Aint no way!."
	"Why Doc? With your skills as a surgeon, I think you can handle the
makeup quite well.  You're a small person and that will help a bunch.  And
besides, no one will ever know that you did this."
	"But I'm not a queen. They will be able to tell that in about 5
seconds.  Me and my fat mouth will give me away.  Especially after the
first question I ask."
	"Look, don't worry about all that.  We go through allot of research
before we make the leap to hormones.  Most of us are darned smart and, most
of us are pretty disparate.  You don't take this leap unless you know what
your doing.  Just put yourself in my hands.  I can get every thing we need
locally and make you look like you've been doing this for at least a year.
How much money did you bring with you?"
	"Now wait a minute.  I'm not one of those wealthy fat cat doctors.
I pour everything into a research lab and the cash is a bit short."
	"Do you have some credit cards with you?"
	"Yes, but I don't have access to megabucks. "
	"To impress these people, you have to look like you have been in
this a while.  The girls pinch pennies and save for the stuff they get.
Its gona take some money to make up for that time".
	"Hey, Wait a minute, this is happening too fast.  All I can get is
2 or 3 thousand."
	"Yep, that much.  You don't want to walk in that place unless you
look like you've been doing this a couple of years.  I also have to teach
you the language.  Can you stay a week?"
	"Mary, I don't think that I can justify that much expense and the
time.  I will have to get someone to take my calls.  I have patients this
week.  I can only be away a couple of days.  And I am not rich and can only
do part time research. So this is complicated.  Are you sure I can get
enough supply to experiment with?"
	"How much do you think you need?"
	"Enough to work with.  Probably 50 doses."
	"That's a lot.  Be careful.  These are not nice people; and if you
mess up, they may kill you. Your story has to be right and You gota look
the part good."
	"Are you sure that there isn't any other way?"
	"Doc, I know these people.  I've been on this drug more that a
year.  I'm one of their first customers.  These two people are absolutely
paranoid of any one except their people and the queens.  They know their
people and the street has eyes.  There have been a few cops who have tried
to get close to them.  But they knew they were not what they appeared to
be."
	"Mary, I'm gona feel like a fool fumbling around on High heels.  I
have never done anything like this. I'm not gay and they will see that.
What's to say that these people make me out to be a fool and kill both me
and you?"
	"You don't have to act gay.  I hate it when people throw that at
me.  Most of the men you see on the street in dresses have never been with
another man.  No, I won't let that happen and besides, you did me a favor
by taking my case and fixing my face.  But, You need some education as to
who and what most of us are.  So I am going to take very good care of you.
If you can't pull it off, I'll stop you and we will get an out of town
friend to do this.  You want this stuff fast, don't you?"
	"Well, yes."
	"OK, time to make a couple of phone calls.  I think you should call
a friend and see if you can temporary borrow 5,000 just in case."
	"Don't plan anything until I find out if I can afford this shit.  I
think its a small price to pay to get a shot at a cancer cure, but I got to
get some extra help."
	"A cancer cure?  You didn't tell me that this was possibly a cure."
	"Well, I don't know that yet, but its a possibility."
	"I will have to call a few friends and bring them into this.  This
is big.  It changes the odds and unfortunately for you, Its the only way.
I can trust these people, besides, they don't have to know who you really
are.  We will get started as soon as we have some working capital.  I can
have extra help tonight."
	Mary got on the phone and within an hour, most of the arrangements
were made.  It seems that there is an underground support system for people
like Mary who needed some understanding and general help.  Mary briefly
explained what she needed in supplies and help and that was it.  "Where you
staying?"
	"I have a room down at the Days."
	"OUCH, I hope we can move around down there.  Those folks usually
know who we are. Doc, I've been known to trick now and then for money.
They may think your a "John" I've picked up.  But we may need the room.
We'll try it any way."  She told the people on the phone where to meet them
and away they went.
	 Getting into the hotel went uneventful.  The hotel security person
looked up and took notice of Allen and his companion and said nothing.  So
they went strait to the room and all was well. I was terrified.  I still
cannot believe I am doing this.  Me, "another Queen on Bourbon
street". This was all happening way too fast.  My head was spinning with
all the usual questions. Did I really want to do this.  Only consolation
was that it would be a good story to tell someday.  Mary came in with a
roll of foam padding.
	"What's that for?"
	"Your hips and but."  She took some measurements and starting to
cut and shape this foam rubber.  When she finished, It looked like the tail
section of an airplane.  She also cut 2 smaller pads and shaped them.
	"OK, this is complicated but it will look great.  Here is a pair of
support hose.
	"You want me to do this in front of you?  I am a bit shy."
	"What, You shy.  You see people all the time, bare.  Time to get
used to being that way yourself, and besides, We've only just begun.  If
your embarrassed now, just wait."
	The smile she had on her face was to let me know I was in trouble
again.
	"Now to business.  I've cut the crotch out and you will see why
later".
	 I had to stand nude with the hose halfway around my knees.  The
pads were placed at the knee and pulled up over the foam.  Then the smaller
pads inside them to give the hips a rounded look.  With the crotch cut out,
I could go to the bathroom and not have to pull down the foam.  "This is
amazing."
	"Here is a waist belt.  It will pull your stomach in.  Later on, we
will get your measurements and make a corset.  This will do for now."  It
was one of those athletic elastic things...
	"Corset?  oh no!"
	"Next we will need a bra, and a roll of duct tape.  On the bra, I
think a long-line would be better.  We will have to go get that.  But I did
bring a gaff."
	"What on earth is that?"
	"It pulls all that male equipment under and between your legs. It
will make you look female.  Some people call this thing a gender bender."
It took a few minuets, but after adjusting it, The thing did the trick.
But it took a minute to get used to it.
	"Oh, one more thing, If you don't wish to be in pain, push your
gonads into the pockets above the crotch.  If you sit down and they are in
the wrong place, you're gonna cry.  The gaff will keep the nuts in place
and after you get used to it, it will be comfortable.  I got you to put all
this stuff on now so you can get used to wearing it.  Its got be
comfortable. If its not, it will show in your actions.  Now put your pants
back on.  I think you will notice a little difference in fit."  And you
know, she was right.  There was no room for a wallet in the pants and he
could just put his keys in his pocket.
	"O well, I better get a suit coat.  By the way, why do you need a
roll of Duct tape?"
	"Oh just an old drag trick.  You will see.  And Just wait till I
get you to the shoe store."
	"Oh no, What are you going to do to me now?"
	"BE patient, and you will see.  You are in good hands."
	And I was in good hands.  It was hard for me to accept going into a
shoe store dressed as a man and trying on women's shoes.  But no one even
looked funny at us.  Mary's advice was to not offer any information and
they wouldn't ask any questions.  Let them think what they want.  And it
was amazing how helpful the shoe people were.  Then I figured it out.  This
was were all the "girls" went to buy shoes.  I relaxed, until I saw 3 and 4
inch heels.
	"I'm gonna break my ankle."
	"No you won't.  And if you are wondering why the shoes here cost
65.00 a pair, its because they are made for a mans foot.  You will be
comfortable when you get used to the heels."  One of the things that I
noticed, was that I was walking differently.  The padding and everything
let him swing my hips back and forth as I walked.
	"Did you do this when you first started, Mary?"
	"Yes and there are a few other tricks.  You'll see them soon
enough. We have to find you a good bra."
	"Oh god, not again."
	On Canal street in New Orleans, there is a store called Krass.  It
has a lot of exotic clothing and accessories.  Its the best place to buy a
bra for a man.  The black lady who waited on them was nice and friendly.
And didn't ask too many questions.  They bought a nice black corset and two
long-lines. Mary had guessed a 36 C and hit perfect.  While I was there, I
got into the spirit of the day and bought some other trinkets.  A garter
belt and hose, what looked like a girdle with garters, black lace of
course, and tights of different colors and some panties.
	"If I'm going to do this, I'm going to have fun."
	And Mary , was thinking, black lace to boot.
	"OK, Mary, what am I going to put into those bra cups?" I wished I
hadn't asked.
	"350.00 for glue on breasts?!!!!!"
	"Yes and you will like them.  They are impossible to tell from real
to the uneducated and if you wish, you can go bra-less.  After all, you got
to look the part...."
	"Bra-less? No thanks, not yet.  If I am going to do this, then, I
am going to have some fun with this.  Give me the D's.
	"You sure Doc?"
	"Why not.  No one expects a big-titted drag queen.  Why the hell
not?"
	"OK, but your back is gonna know it."
	"Now it was time to buy a dress.  Something Low cut.  If you are
going to be one of the girls, you will have to dress like the rest of us on
the street."
	"Not like a hooker I hope.  And how do I get the cleavage to wear
that?"
	"Almost.  Remember the duct tape?  It will form cleavage and you
are going to look fabulous.  Get used to it.  Its the Quarter, so normal
people expect to see us out and its our way.  On the way to whore, but not
gutter trash.  Lets say more that a hundred a night."
	"Oh God."
	Mary noticed that the Allen gravitated to black lace.
	"That's OK Doc, but you will need some day stuff too."  So Mary
found some stirrup pants and some lose tops.  They went into one store and
came out with 6 outfits to mix and match.  And a couple of really good
night dresses.
	"Most of the girls only have one or two good outfits and more than
one color.  You don't want to look like you have too much money.  You will
get robed."
	Makeup was easy.  I knew exactly what to buy and what colors.  The
store was about to close and the clerk seemed happy to sell anything this
day, even to a man.  It was slow.
	"Doc, it looks like the skill you practice at work will prove
useful."
	"Yes, I know.  I have to help women hide their scars after surgery
and know quite a bit about this kind of makeup.  I even offer some kinds of
this stuff in my office for people who need it."
	"OK, but there is one trick which you don't know about yet."  They
went by a theatrical supply store and bought a container of liquid latex.
	"What is that for?"
	"In case we need to smooth skin on your face.  And its a good glue
too.  I hope your not allergic to ammonia."
	And last, they went to the wig store.
	"Allen, from experience, you will want big hair that can be pinned
to your real hair.  You don't want it to come off your head easily. When
I'm through, you will look very real and make a lot of queens in the
quarter jealous."
	They bought the same hair color as his real hair, light brown.
This wig cost 120.00. They also bought a long blond wig and a long black
wig.  The brown one was mid back length and curly.
	They took all this stuff back to the hotel.  The door man didn't
know what to think about all the packages.  I, Dr. Allen Gurber had spent
almost 1000.00 in one night. And I was going to look like it.
	"OK, tonight is going to be your first time out in public and your
best bet is to throw caution to the wind."
	"Well, what ever you say."
	"My friends should be here very soon.  I told them we were going
shopping. And I can trust these two.  They are part of the sisterhood and
they can keep a secret.  Plus, they are very good on stage and can show you
a bunch of good hints and tricks."
	The padding and gaff Allen was wearing was just now starting to get
comfortable.
	"Doc, a bra sets the mood your going for.  A practical long-line
keeps your shape right, And makes you look real.  Helps with the pot gut."
	Mary pulled out the roll of duct tape.
	"Take your hands and pull as much skin forward around your breasts.
This is going to hurt, but it will look good."  Mary took a piece of tape
and attached it under Allen's armpits and pulled all the skin to the
middle.  The she had Allen pull as much skin from the other side to the
middle.  Then the Duct tape was pulled to the armpit of the other arm.  The
duct tape was pulling all the lose skin to the middle and suddenly, Allen
had "cleavage".  Then she showed Allen how to wear the breast forms and bra
properly.
	"You will have to get used to a little weight on your back because
of these.  They will feel great for a few hours, but they will start
getting heavy and your back will hurt until you get used to them.  The duct
tape will pull off a layer of skin but, you will forget all about it when
you get whistled at."  The forms and the duct tape was working together to
form what looked like a very nice set of breasts.
	The clothing went on very well. Just before the makeup was to
start, the two friends arrived. Mary introduced what appeared to be two
very sexy young ladies.  They were both still men.
	"This is Heather and Jane."
	"Well, Mary , it looks like you two have been busy already.  Girl,
you got them tits working."  Heather started talking first.
	"So What kind of work do you do?"  I started to go into my
specialties and what I was doing here. But thought that I needed to keep it
simple.
	"I am here to get hormones for my research program.  And I don't
want anyone to know I am here."
	"I hope you don't mind going into some rough places.  After all we
must show off the new sister in town."
	"Now, Queen 101.  We need to teach you to walk properly.  The shift
and sway we call the strut.  Lets see you walk around.  Remember to walk
like you got a corncob stuck up your ass.  That will make you move
properly."
	"You got to be kidding."
	"Just try it."
	"Mary, you did a great job on the pads.  He already is starting to
walk great."
	"Where are the heels?" Jane asked.  Jane's voice wasn't as feminine
as the way she looked.  I guess that's why she always was so quiet.  But
she was right, time to get into some heels.
	"Oh girl, I wish I had a pair of them."
	"If your going to wear heels a lot, the 3 and 1/2 inch heels are a
good place to start.  Try these on."  Allen had bought them earlier and
only wore them in the store briefly.
	"Slow and easy.  You need to stay in these all night.  You will be
hurting in the morning, but after a couple of nights walking around, you
will want to wear them all the time.  Just ask us..."(OY Vey, nice Pun)
	 The makeup lesson had begun.  I had been lucky.  No Adam's apple
showed, and I had fair skin.  But the beard was going to be trouble.  I had
shaved an hour earlier and very closely.  Mary had some skin lotion to
soften the skin up a little.  But everything was dry now.
	"Now we use the latex rubber."  Mary took a small brush and lightly
applied a very thin coat of this white liquid and told I to just sit there
while the compound dried.
	"Now I know what you mean about ammonia."  But in about 20 minutes,
the rubber had dried.
	"Now, we use a stage makeup on the area we just covered."  (They
had matched his skin color at the stage shop and had the right stuff.) It
was amazing to see what was a rough area of his face look very smooth.
	"Be very still Allen.  We have to shape those eyebrows."
	"OUCH.... I will never look at another pair of tweezers in the same
way ever again."
	Over all make up was now applied.  The eye makeup was next and this
was always the most fun part.
	" I always liked the long shaped look.  Up swept."
	"OK, and since we are going basic black, the eyes will be the
same."  A pair of long fake eyelashes also came out.  It took a minute, but
I got them glued on properly.  I was thinking that this was an awful lot of
trouble.  I hoped it was worth it.
	"Hey girls, stay away from Doc's new stash."  The girls were
digging in the bags......
	"By the way Doc, what is your name going to be?"
	" Alice."
	"Just like Alice in wonderland."  Jane spoke up. "I don't think
she's in Kansas any more, Heather.. (HE HE HE)"
	"Where is the brown curly thing at?"  The wig went on and it was
done.  I looked at a female version of myself for the first time in the
mirror. Allen was still there.  But with long black eyelashes, up-swept
Dramatic eyes with black eyeliner and a dark shadow.  I wouldn't have know
me If I didn't know me.
	"You look like a fox, Alice."
	"I hope I can pull this off", looking in the mirror."
	"O, I forgot lipstick.  Where is that red?  This will really put
the icing on the cake.  Girls, we are going to have to keep our eyes on
this one tonight.  That black mini is going to stir up the tourists.  Oh,
and by the way, don't get too into that image in the mirror.  If you turn
yourself on, you will be in some real pain.  There is no room in that gaff
for a hard-on........."
	"Alice, I hope you are thick skinned."
	There I stood in the mirror.  My heart was pounding and the glow
was showing.
	"I think we need long nails to."  Out came a box of fake
fingernails.  20 minuets later, I had half inch long deep red nails.  They
weren't coming off either.  Mary had used super glue.
	"Well your going to be like this for at least a week.  Might as
well do it right.  When you get ready to take them off, just soak your
fingers in polish remover and they will come right off."
	We all went out.  Alice was a big hit right off.  Everyone still
wanted to know who the new girl was and told them how great she looked.  It
was like on the job training.  They showed me how to do this and that all
night.  They even dragged me in to the ladies room.  It took a little work
to remove the necessary garments, but the preplanning worked.
	"Alice, you are going to have to get used to all of this stuff for
a while. Then, by the end of the week , I think you will pass their test.
You don't have to be perfect, but just look like you've been doing this a
while."
	They stayed out to 3:30 that morning. But the only problem they had
was the Hotel security person.  The guard had seen Mary and the girls
before and knew who they were.
	"Your not tricking in my hotel are you?" The guard said.  "I need
to see ID. now!"
	Well, there goes my reputation , Allen thought .  The guard looked
at Alice and then at Dr. Allen Gerber's ID. and said, "Look, If you say
these folk are your friends, then its OK.  But no funny business.  And by
the way dear, you look great.  I would have never guessed it was you in the
picture on that drivers license.  We are a very discreet hotel.  I just
want to know who is coming and going around here."
	When they got to the hotel suite, I gave a very loud sigh. "That
was close, but still it was a good lesson."
	"Yes", said Mary.  "And you passed well .  Very well in fact.  You
had that security person fooled.  If he hadn't noticed me, you would not
have been stopped."
	I was pleased with myself and now "this woman" in the mirror.  The
girls were going to stay over and enjoy his room service.  It was the least
I could do for them.  And maybe in a week, I could have the mysterious drug
that might cure cancer.  I looked into the mirror and realized that I liked
this way too much.....This was trouble, but I didn't care.  I was having
too much fun.  Until I took the tape off.  Then I bled all over the
bathroom towels.  No more low cut dresses!
	The next few days were full of lessons.  "Alice" went to several of
Mary's shows.  After all Mary was still paying for the hospital bill and
had to eat.  So she had to strut her stuff on stage.  Alice watched the
crowd and the people.  My mind was very active.  The key was observation.
And I was a very good observer.  So "Alice" would pick up body language
very quickly.
	I was so engrossed with the observation of others that I didn't
notice the men who were checking me out.  I was not ready when one
approached me.
	"Hey honey, you with anyone tonight?"
	"Uh, Uha , yes I am and she's on stage right now." The man uttered
a few profanities referring to lesbians and left her alone.  Then every man
in the place seemed to turn around and look at the dike.  Mary had warned
me about this and had given me a few good lines of advice for this.  The
biggest thing Mary had told me was not to worry about being " read".  No
one would read me. I looked that good.  And who would know who I was?
	The lessons continued every waking hour.  How to walk.  How to
speak, and conduct myself.  Heather and Jane seemed to stick together. When
Mary was not able to teach me , they took over the duties.  And they were
very good at teaching.
	"After all, being female is a state of mind", Jane said.  "Attitude
is everything.  If you learn anything else, get the attitude that you OWN
your space and be comfortable with yourself.  When you can do that, no one
will read you. If you can fool the public and the local's in the quarter,
you got it."
	The big day had arrived.  Mary would have to go with me.  After
all, this was a "Queen" drug.  Mary was the only link.  But, the problem
was the risk that Mary was taking if I got "read".  So the final shake down
started with a voice and inflection lesson.  Mary asked the questions that
these people would ask. She got brutal and graphic. I was ready. I answered
every question just like I needed to.
	The place was a shabby house in the quarter.  It was run down and
dirty.  Mary had suggested that Alice keep the "dress" casual.
	"After all, they are going to probably make you strip to check you
out.  They are very suspicious of everyone.  I think one of them is a
druggist or something.  He makes the drug and sells it to the queens."  The
door opened and a casually dressed man and woman appeared in the door way.
	"Can we help you?"  Mary uttered some kind of Cajun phrase and they
said come in.  Alice didn't expect what came next.  "So this is the queer
who wants to be a woman. You aren't one of those undercover cops are you?"
	"No, I'm not."
	"Let me see that purse.  Why don't you get your fairy ass in the
next room and let me see your goods."  So Mary just watched as the couple
disrobed Alice and verbally abused her.  They never got physical but I was
expecting some kind of physical abuse.  It never happened.
	" So bitch, you want our drug.  You're gonna get tits if you take
this.  How you gonna pay us? We don't take credit."  I was ready for this.
	"I got some money and I want to make a deal.  I live out of state
and I know some people who would like this drug.  I can pay you and have
this for my self too."
	The couple walked out of the room for a minute.  When they came
back, they said, " It will cost you 2,000.00.  And to keep the deal, you
got to move that much every month.  Or we cut you off.  You'll be back on
your fagot knees begging for it.  Put your clothes back on and get those
heels in here.  I'll give you what you want.  If you squeal, Mary here and
the others will get cut off.  There will be a bunch of unhappy faggots in a
hurry.  So don't screw with us."  Mary had been smart and had suggested
that she hold the money.
	"They may stick a gun in your face and take your money."
	I was in.  The drugs came in a freezer bag.  The pill was a generic
gel cap filled with a pink powder.
	"OK, Bitch, pay up."
	Mary came out with the cash.
	"I guess no reciept huh?"
	"REAL funny."
	The woman dug in the bag and pulled out a pill.
	"Here, go ahead and take one now, and after a few days, you will
start to feel real girlish, he he he."
	I gulped and took the pill.  I knew it wouldn't have any affect on
the first dose.  But then, out came a syringe and a bottle of liquid.
	"What is that?"
	"Shut up faggot and let me give you what you paid for.  This is a
booster to get you started.  You got to have one of these a month to get
your tits quick."
	I knew that nothing would really happen on the first dose.  This
shot might cause a bit of discomfort, but no lasting effects.  Only after
the 3rd or 4th month, would this be a problem.
	"OK, but I don't like needles."
	The shot was a bit painful as it was an oily compound, but I just
took it.
	"Hey, don't mark the goods!  Be careful."  Once this was over,
then, I went back outside.  A freezer bag full of pills were brought
outside.  There were some last minute instructions and we were done.  I was
ready to go.
	They were outside and on their way back to the hotel.
	"I was really worried for a few minutes.  Yea, I was too.  But
that's OK, I got the drug, and I have enough to start experimenting. Mary,
I have had my eyes opened this week and I appreciate your help and advice
and experience.  I will make this count."
	"You know Doc, you will still have to come back every once and a
while.  You got to get your supplies.  And I think they may want to see how
you are "developing".
	"By then, I will have the drug compound figured out and won't need
the creeps.  I may even be able to help you and the girls out with a new
supply of this stuff.  And in a few years, legally.  I just wish I knew
they were going to shoot me up with that oil based estrogen.  That damn
shot hurt."
	"I used to go through that every month."
	They all went out that night. I had had the time of his life this
week and I figured out that one more time wouldn't hurt.  We tore up the
quarter and even a mall or two.  They just had a good time all around.  But
by the end of that night, I had to get ready to go.
	 All the things they had bought to get me set up was packed up and
loaded in a taxi.  Mary, Harriet and Jane all wished him luck and hoped he
would be able to find "the cure."  I was on my way back to Arkansas with a
bunch of new experiences and some great feelings. But, also some very new
secrets.  We will see what happens, I thought.