METEOR

Friday

Tony Ward and his best friend Steve Sanders were nearing the end of their
first week of a two week holiday in a rented beach house on North
Carolina's Outer Banks. It was the second week of September, the weather
was just as good as mid summer, the crowds were gone, and the rental rates
were about half of peak season. The only risk to this week of pure
relaxation could have been an off chance hurricane, but figured the odds
slim especially since the area had been hit only about three years earlier,
and the chances of another hitting the same spot so soon again were a
million to one. The house was magnificent; three floors, decks all around,
a fireplace, whirlpool, and on and on. It was the ideal getaway spot. The
week had been great, as it never even rained once. They swam, did a little
surfing, soaked up the sun and enjoyed the company of a couple of the local
women. Unfortunately, this was their last night.

Night was fast approaching and the moon was coming up over the horizon as
they ate a lovely supper of shrimp and polished off a bottle of wine while
sitting outside on the upper deck one last time. As if on cue and for their
private viewing, a magnificent meteor shower began with fiery streaks
across the sky every few minutes. "This is just perfect," said Tony as he
and Steve lay back in the reclining deck chairs. "What else could you ask
for? We're on holiday, relaxing by the ocean, and getting a free light show
to boot".

"A few women to enjoy it with would do nicely."

"Well excu-use me. We didn't do half bad, considering how deserted the
beaches were this week. Let's enjoy the fireworks, another bottle of wine,
and we'll work on some fresh chicks once we're home."

After a while of star gazing Steve was getting bored, cold, and tired from
a day of too much sun and wine. "I'm going to take a hot shower and turn
in. You watch your stars while I go dream of big breasted nymphettes."

Tony was still enjoying the show. "Look, you go enjoy your shower and I'll
be in soon too."

It wasn't too long afterward that a meteor came crashing to earth not 100
yards from the house, landing just over a sand dune on the beach. The
impact shook the house and was followed instantly by a thunderous boom.

"Wow!! Did you see that?" Tony cried out to Steve, who was now in the
shower. "These things usually burn up before the make it to earth, yet this
one not only made it but landed in our back yard. This I've got to see.
You coming?"

"You bet! You get going and I'll catch up to you as soon as I can."

"See ya." And with that Tony took off. Out on the beach it was easy to
locate the site, as it had formed a pretty big crater, and the meteor
itself was still glowing white hot. As he got up onto the edge of the
crater he could see that it was probably no bigger than a baseball. "Hell
of a bang for such a puny little rock. Make a neat souvenir," he
thought. Smoke began billowing from the pit obscuring his view. Waving his
hands didn't help much and the smoke was now getting up his nose and in his
eyes. "Man, does this ever stink" he thought . "Since its too hot to touch,
and you can't see anything but smoke, I might as well get back, and tell
Steve not to bother. We'll look at it better in the morning," and with that
thought headed back.

Steve was just coming out the door when Tony got back. "Forget it man -
can't see anything through the smoke. All I could see was a hole probably
thirty feet across and ten feet deep - with a puny little rock glowing
white hot and spewing a stinky smoke. We'd probably be better off waiting
'till tomorrow to get a good look at it."

"Whatever," and they headed back to the house.

This was still holiday so alarm clocks were absolutely not allowed, but
since Saturday was check-out, their only committment was to have the keys
back at the rental office by 11 AM. As you can well imagine the sun, surf,
and wine, made getting up early unlikely.

Saturday

When they did get up it was already 9:45 which didn't leave much time to do
the packing, cleaning, and getting back to the office.

As they were rushing to get out on time Steve had to console Tony, who
wasn't likely to get his precious little souvenir. "Look, I know you wanted
to bring home the meteor, but hell, it's just a rock, and in no time would
just be another piece of uselessness that we'd end up throwing out
anyway. If we weren't in such a rush..." and with that he decided it was
time to shut up.

Home was Atlanta, so after returning the keys, topping off the fuel tank,
grabbing some lunch at a little roadside diner, and making personal pit
stops, it was close to 1 o'clock before they hit the highway. Just to reach
the interstate was about an hours drive, but for Tony it seemed far too
long. They hadn't been driving long, when his stomach started to growl and
his head started to swim.

"Something in that lunch must have been spoiled. I'm not feeling too
great. Let me know if you spot a gas station." Soon after they hit the
interstate, they met up with a rest area and pulled in.  After what seemed
an eternity in the can, Tony finally came back and away they went.

Without saying a word, Tony knew by the concerned look on Steve's face,
just what he was thinking. "Much better now, thank you." With the
convertible top down and the CD blasting, they cruised. But again he felt
his stomach grumbling. "There must have been one seriously spoiled piece of
meat or something in that lunch, because my stomach is still acting up."
The drive was longer than expected with several stops along the way.

By the time they reached the town house and unloaded, Tony was wiped.

"Man, you look like hell," Steve commented.

"Thanks. I needed that. God, I feel like I've been stomped on, and lost
like ten pounds in the process. I've never gotten it this bad before, I
mean like usually this cast iron stomach of mine can take anything. I'm
going to go sleep this off."

"Don't you worry about it, just go get some rest. In the morning this will
all be over and we'll do something."

At this point all Tony could think of was sleep, so he finished off with a
"We'll see."

Sunday

The usual idea on a Sunday was to sleep in, but Tony was up early and it
was back to the can, waking Steve along the way. "Are you going to be
O.K.?" he mumbled. "Is there anything I can do? I've got a pill here that
should settle things down, if you want. You'd better take a couple".

"What are they? Oh never mind, you know how I hate pills. Go back to sleep
- I'll be okay."

"I don't remember their name, but I've used them a few times, and as tiny
as they atre these little blue bombs really do the trick."

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try, considering there's nothing left in me
and yet I keep having to go ..." Tony was quick to take them. "How long
before they kick in?"

"Don't worry, they work fast enough and they DO WORK."

On his way out of the can he looked in the mirror to see if he looked as
bad as he felt.  "Steve, other than looking like hell do you notice
anything different about me?"

"No, not really - though now that you mention it, there is something....
but I can't quite put my finger on it."

All plans were put on hold as the pills didn't work. By early afternoon
Steve was getting more than just a bit nervous, yet Tony stubbornly refused
to see a doctor, figuring it was just a bad case of food poisoning that
would soon pass.

Tony was 25 years old, in good medical and physical shape, and would have
normally weighed in at around 175 lbs, but losing this much weight so fast
was a worrying observation. He promised Steve that if his health were no
better by the following morning, he'd agree to see a doctor.

Monday

Things were looking up on this sunny September morning with Tony feeling
much better, albeit a bit weak and a lot lighter and after a light
breakfast, so they pulled out their trusty steeds to set off on a day long
biking adventure, returning in time for supper. While Steve was preparing
supper, Tony turned on the weather channel to see if the weather would hold
for yet another day, just in time to hear about a hurricane heading up the
coast, and severe rain in Atlanta for the next few days. "Well there goes
my souvenir - good thing we got out of there when we did though. Can you
imagine the traffic heading out of there tonight? At least we're out of
harms way."

Even though he was feeling fine, his appetite was gone and he only nibbled
on some salad. They spent the evening watching television, knocking back a
couple of cold ones, and listening to the rain which had begun pelting
against the windows. But after an exerting day of biking, the beer made
short work of bringing on the yawns, to the point that they didn't even
stay up for the late news.

Tuesday to Thursday

The rains never let up for three whole days, 'forcing' them sleep in late,
read a few books, listen to some old vinyl records, do a little shopping
for the house, and catch a couple of movies. Steve had suggested they call
up a couple of their usual girl friends, but as it turned out, by day their
favorite girls were at work and by night Tony kept saying he was too tired.

Friday

The skies finally cleared bringing on a sweltering muggy day, best handled
by lounging at the pool, which is exactly how the day was spent. Plans were
made to join their friends Sandi and Hugh for supper to kick off the
weekend. It was Sandi that greeted them at the door. "Hi, come on in. Steve
you're looking great. How's the holiday been?"

As they shook hands Hugh made mention of Tony's obvious weight loss. "No
big deal really. It was a really bad case of food poisoning, but I'm okay
now - where's the beer?"

Supper was a bar-b-que, of which Tony barely picked at. Sandi was a bit
peeved that he hadn't cleaned off his plate as usual. "What's the matter,
afraid we'll poison you?"

"No no, nothing like that, no big deal really - it's that I'm just not
hungry. My appetite hasn't come back yet - sorry."

"Oh don't worry about it. You sure you're not on a diet, because you really
don't need to lose any more weight."

"Nope, no diet - just no appetite."

The subject was dropped and the rest of the evening passed most enjoyably.

Saturday

Unfortunately with holidays drawing to a close this was their last chance
to do errands, each heading their own way after a leisurely breakfast, Tony
to pick up laundry at the dry cleaner, gas up the car, and stop at a shoe
store for a new pair of running shoes; Steve to pick up groceries, and get
his hair cut. Tony's errands went quickly, save for the oddity at the shoe
store where the size eleven shoes he normally bought were too big by a size
- which he chalked up to a labelling mixup by the manufacturer. With time
to spare before meeting up with Steve, he even ducked in to get a well
deserved hair cut too.

Both Saturday and Sunday evenings were filled with wine women and song,
putting a finishing touch to a relatively great holiday.

Back to work Monday

For the first time in two weeks they were forced to wake up to an annoying
alarm clock at the ungodly hour of seven o'clock. They were the owners of a
small ad agency, and were expected to show up before the staff to set the
example, usually dressing in shirts and ties for that professional look,
especially Tony since he was the front man for any customers turning up at
the door.

Even though Steve and their friends had noticed his weight loss, it didn't
hit home until he tried on his first dress shirt in two weeks. The neck was
loose by at least an inch, the shoulders hung low, while the cuffs
stretched out to his finger tips. Not wanting to believe that a weight loss
could account for such a poor fit, he took off the shirt to check the
label, just to be certain the laundry hadn't mistakenly given him someone
else's clothes - no mistake, it was his all right. Not wanting to waste too
much time on such a trivial problem, he chose to wear a golf shirt instead,
which looked loose too, but passable. Similarly the pants didn't fit
either, being a little snug at the hip but loose by several inches around
the waist. He cinched in his belt by a couple of notches and let the pants
ride low on his hips to hide the shrunken waist as best as possible, not
wanting to draw attention to his drastic weight loss - only to find the
bottoms now dragging on the floor. He couldn't very well turn up to work in
shorts, so he used an old school trick and taped up the bottoms to shorten
the legs by about three inches. He vowed to hit the gym on the way home and
begin whipping himself back into shape - and pick up a pair of pants that
fit properly for the time being.

It was bittersweet being back at work - the easy life had been fun , but
catching up on two weeks of phone messages wasn't. On the other hand there
was this rush from the people and their projects that made each workday an
adventure not to be missed. Tony's secretary Joan was already at her desk
when he arrived. "Welcome back stranger. How were the holidays? How was the
beach house? Got a new girlfriend yet?"

He then proceeded to fill her in on the events of the holiday including the
meteor shower and the bout of food poisoning, as he checked over his phone
messages. He wasn't paying much attention to Joan though, who was eying him
quite critically.

"Boss are you sure this weight thing is all from a bad sandwich? I mean
have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately? You've lost more than just
a few pounds - you've lost inches off your waist and if I didn't know
better say you added some padding to your rump."

"Oh don't be silly. Once I get back into a proper workout routine
everything will come back to normal, it's no big deal - you'll see." With
that she shrugged her shoulders and headed back to work. The rest of the
day went by so quickly that he was surprised to hear Joan saying
'goodnight'. "Wow, I'd better get out of here too," he mumbled to himself
as he grabbed a stack of papers for homework.

Steve needed to work late, giving Tony the opportunity to get in some well
deserved gym time. On the way over to the gym, he stopped off at a nearby
mall to grab a new pair of pants, heading straight for the casual pants /
jeans store that carried ready to wear pants in every size and style
imaginable. In his usual rush, he nabbed the first salesgirl in sight,
instructing her on his size and the style he was looking for, impressing on
her the need to be quick. In moments he had two pairs in his arms and was
off to the try-on rooms. The first pair were too long, tight in the ass,
and loose around the waist just like the pants he'd worn into the
store. The second pair were more or less the same fit too, so still wearing
them, he headed out to find the clerk for her to see the problem and get
her to find a pair that fit better. Not trusting Tony's measurements, she
took her own, then disappeared for a minute to get another couple of
pairs. Without looking at prices or labels, he dashed off to try them
on. The first pair fit amazingly well but thought they exagerated his slim
waist and wide hips. The second pair fit equally well, and because they
rode lower on the hips, didn't show off his curves nearly as much. Since
they fit so much better than the ones he'd come in with, he decided to wear
them out the store. In a flash tags were snipped off, they were paid for,
and the 'shopping spree' lasting a typical ten minutes was over, and then
it was off to the gym.

It wasn't until he was in the locker room and about to change, that as he
undid the pants, noticed that the button was on backwards. "Too bad I cut
off all the tags, or I'd return them tomorrow. Can't understand how I took
a pair of defective pants," he thought to himself.

The workout made him realize just how out of shape the body could get in
just two short weeks. On every apparatus he'd had to knock off from ten to
twenty pounds, and his usual sets had to be cut back by at least five reps
before exhaustion set in. Back in the locker room he hopped on the scale to
see just how much weight he'd actually lost, only to find a loss of twenty
pounds. On a lark he also measured his height and nearly fell over when it
read 5' -9" instead of the 5' - 11" it should have been.

Normally he would have headed to the lounge to meet some of the other guys
after a good workout, but was so devastated by the readings that he went
straight home.

By now Steve was home and was fixing supper when a dejected and dazed Tony
came through the door.

"Hey man, how was the gym?" No response. "Tony, are you okay?" Still no
response. He put down the cutlery he was about to set at the table,
marching into the living room to find out why his friend hadn't
answered. "Tony, what's wrong?"

"I just finished at the gym, and you're not going to believe this."

"Believe what?"

"According to the scale there, I've not only lost twenty pounds, but two
inches in height!"

"I'll grant you the weight loss, but people don't just shrink."

"Maybe that explains why my clothes don't fit right any more."

"First I hear of this little detail. Like, how not fitting?"

"I noticed it this morning while dressing that my shirts were way too big,
and my pants didn't fit either around the waist or in their length."

"Tony don't you think it's about time you got this checked out, something
is happening, and it's not from food poisoning."

"Look, you're probably right, but I feel fine, and you know what I think of
doctors - so lets leave that as a last option. Besides, do you honestly
think they'd have any answers to someone who's shrunk by two inches?"

"Are you sure about the height thing?"

"Damn sure! See for yourself." He got up to face Steve who was supposed to
be the same height.

"No shit, man - a good two inches shorter."

Supper was a quiet affair, with Tony lost in thought, occasionally snapping
out of it enough to nibble on the meal.

Tuesday

They dressed for work, Tony wearing a polo shirt and the new pants, which
bothered him no end for looking so unprofessional, then had breakfast
without too much being said.

Again Joan was there to greet him at the office and noticing the new pants,
commented on them. Tony grumbled a good morning, not feeling much like
being sociable, then settled in for a day of paperwork. Once the day got
going, he pretty much put aside his worries and after a strong cup of
coffee was back to his normal self.

The rest of the week settled into a routine of work, gym, supper, maybe
some television, then off to bed.

Saturday

It wasn't until Saturday that Steve mentioned to Tony that his hair was
looking kind of long, and that he thought he'd had it cut a week ago.

"Now that you mention it, it does seem in need of another cut, but the
strange thing is, you're right about it having been cut just last
Saturday." As he ran his fingers through it, he noticed that it had grown a
good two inches, and that it had become much thicker too. "No big deal I
guess - I'll get it cut if I get the time, or maybe I'll just let it grow
long for a change - we'll see." Being a weekend he also decided to skip the
daily shave, though by the feel of his face the bit of stubble there was,
would hardly be noticed. It wasn't until Steve brought up the subject of
'hitting the town' with the girls, that Tony realised that he hadn't once
thought of women or sex the whole week. Even now as Steve was on the phone
making plans, being seen in anything less than prime form, made wanting to
go out very unappealing - but agreed to it if only to keep up appearances.

The night was anything but a success, when for the first time since
puberty, he didn't - couldn't get a hard-on. Her comments on his slim trim
flat stomach, and longer hair surely didn't help matters either. Even her
best blow job didn't work, leaving him totally frustrated and her utterly
disappointed.

Monday Monday

Oh how the holiday seemed so long ago, but with the ringing of the alarm
clock it was time to get ready for yet another wonderful week of work. Not
having shaved all weekend, Tony was surprised to find that his face needed
only a quick pass of the razor, more to say that it had been done than
having needed it. Moving on to get dressed, the fresh pair of underwear he
put on seemed to stretch getting over his hips as did his only decent pair
of new pants. There had to be some logical explanation as to why the bottom
spread, but with a business to run, now was not the time to dwell on it.

As usual Joan was already at her desk as he came in. They had worked
together for a couple of years already, becoming quite close, often using
each other as a sounding board for family problems and the like. Seeing
Tony swish past her, she couldn't hold in her concerns any longer. "Tony
can we talk?" She closed his office door on her way in.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Tony, I know you were sick over the holidays, but are you sure that's all
it was?"

"What on earth are you talking about? I'm fine now, really."

"Are you on some special medication then?"

"None at all."

"No pills or exotic creams?

"Of course not." Suddenly feeling self concious about Joan having spotted
his weight loss and/or loss of height, he hesitantly asked "Why do you
ask?"

 "Could you please explain your sudden change of clothing, your change in
appearance. Good God, even your walk is different."

"What !!!????"

"Oh tell me you're not doing this on purpose then."

"Doing What???"

"You've become so effeminate lately, I dare say you could probably pass as
a girl in the right clothing."

"Oh get real! So I've lost some weight...it's no big deal! So my hips
spread out a bit..still no big deal. I'm afraid that doesn't suddenly
classify me as a girl. For your information, my sex life is still very
hetero and just fine, thank you - not that it's any of your business, and
after a few more weeks at the gym I'll look as fit as ever, you'll see. Now
if you have something else on your mind we can talk some more, otherwise
it's time we got down to work."

Not knowing what else to say, she threw her arms up in frustration at his
pig headedness, then headed back to her desk.

The rest of the week was quite strained between them, keeping it on a
strictly business relationship.

For his part, Tony worked out each day after work, but wasn't making any
headway on regaining any of the lost muscle tone. As much as he tried, the
weights on the apparatus just kept getting harder and harder to work, to
the point where he had to lower all settings by yet another ten pounds just
to maintain the reps. On the other hand, the co-ed aerobics class was
becoming a whole lot more enjoyable thanks to all the weight loss.

True enough, the locker room scale showed that he was now down by over
thirty five pounds from his normal weight, to 140 lbs, and another loss of
an inch in height to 5' - 8".  If this was the worst of it he could have
lived with it, but there was more. Besides being weaker, it seemed that his
entire frame had shrunk, as evidenced by a looser fitting watch, and shoes
that felt miles too big. The only thing that hadn't shrunk were his hips,
which seemed to affect his balance with a certain lateral sway as he
walked, and were straining at the seams of his one and only fitting pair of
pants.

Steve had been noticing the changes too, but thought it best to keep quiet
until Tony was ready to deal with it. He'd noticed too how effeminate his
friend's walk had become, how long his hair had grown in just two weeks,
how moody he'd become, and a myriad of other subtle changes - but there
wasn't much to do, considering Tony's stubbornness.

One evening as they ate supper, Steve was looking at Tony trying to
pinpoint something that was obviously different about him, when it hit him
that there were nipples poking through his friend's t-shirt. At first it
was shocking though not totally unexpected, which led to a silly smirk,
then on to a nervous giggle, which quickly caught Tony's attention.

"Mind telling me the joke?"

"Oh, I was just noticing your little titties."

"Hey, I've been working out at the gym as you know, and you're seeing the
results of all my hard work."

"You haven't by any chance been taking steroids or hormones to help you
rebuild that body, have you?"

"Of course not! What you see here is all natural."

" I don't think what I'm seeing is all muscle, Tony."

"Don't be silly, it's not like I'm sprouting boobs you know!"

The idea that he was sporting little titties, suddenly began to bother Tony
to no end. He'd also noticed how the flesh on his chest had become a little
softer and puffy lately, and had assumed it was from all the upper body
exercising, but now that someone else had noticed it, he got worried. More
alarming were the enlarged sensitive nipples, which he'd figured to be
somehow connected, but neither worrisome nor noticeable - until now.

He suddenly became very self concious of his looks, stopping to gaze at
himself with a critical eye each time he got near a mirror. As the days
passed, he could swear that his hair was still growing at an alarming rate,
and just to be sure, decided not to cut it for four weeks from the last cut
to see just how long it would get. Along with his hair, he became fixated
with his face, which hadn't been shaved in well over a week by now, and was
as smooth and soft as a baby's bottom. As for the little titties, there was
no mistaking the enlarged nipples or the tender puffiness surrounding them,
plainly visible through anything but the loosest of sweatshirts.

He decided it best to stop going to the gym for a while, and that a sports
jacket would keep prying eyes at bay while at work.

As another week passed, Tony was having a hard time hiding his body's
changes. For one thing, he'd lost another eight pounds, down to 132 lbs and
another inch to 5' - 7", making it hard to find clothes from his wardrobe
that didn't look a mile too big. His hair was now almost shoulder length,
with a good bit of blond hair mixed in with his normaly mousy brown.  Worst
of all were his titties which were still swolen, and if anything becoming a
bit larger, to the point of jiggling as he walked. Even at home, he was
making sure that Steve never got a look at his bare chest and went so far
as to come up with some lame excuse not to do their usual bar hopping on
Saturday night for fear of what some girl would say if he were to bed her.

Out of desperation he decided that an ace bandage was the only way to keep
things hidden for the time being, wrapping himself each morning before
dressing.

Each day he could swear that there was a slight change in his appearance,
but since no one else had commented lately, chalked it up to his own active
paranoid imagination and followed it with a mental "no big deal".

By the end of the fourth week his hair was well below his shoulders, his
weight was down to 123 lbs and he'd lost still another inch in
height. Worst of all though, was his chest, which was now sporting two
small but well defined breasts, and were giving him a hard time keeping
under wraps without major discomfort. He was about to get his hair cut back
to its normal length when during another of his self examinations one
morning before dressing, it occurred to him that it was almost all blond
and that with the way his face looked now, he did look more girlish than
himself. The time had come to bring Steve on board.

Saturday

"Steve, I've got a problem, and as my best friend I think I can to talk to
you about it." These were his first words to Steve as he came down for a
late breakfast.

"No shit Sherlock! I was wondering how long you were going to hold out."

"Why, what do you mean?"

"Just one look at you and I'd say you've got big time problems, man."

"You don't know the half of it."

"Why, what do you mean?"

"Don't move - I'll be right back." He ducked into the bathroom to take off
the ace bandage, then came back out not wearing anything but his
boxers. "See what I mean?"

Steve was stunned to say the least. "You weren't kidding, were you! You've
got tits, man. Real girl tits! Not the biggest I've ever seen, but still a
nice pair."

"Tell me something I don't already know. Look at the whole picture though,
and tell me what you see."

"Now that you mention it, you do look more like a girl than a guy, you
know."

"That's just it! The question is - what am I supposed to do about it? I
have no idea why it's happening - I'm not doing anything on my part to
encourage it, yet I don't think I can function as a guy anymore looking
like this."

"What do you mean by 'function'? You got girl plumbing too?"

"No, I still pee standing up, but I haven't had a hard on in weeks. You
ever heard of anything like this happening before?"

"Nope! So you ready for that doctors visit yet?"

"On the one hand I'd like to race you to the door, but on the other hand, I
really doubt they could stop or fix what's happening here. They'd parade me
around from doctor to doctor, hospital to hospital, I'd be a freak show
laid wide open by them and the media, and where would it get me? Hey, I'd
probably make the cover of the rag sheets in a week - now there's a fun
thought. Remember these are the same guys who still can't cure the common
cold. As much as I dread the thought of where this might all end up, do you
mind if we keep this our little secret?"

"And as much as I don't like it, you do have a point. They probably would
blow this whole thing out of proportion and if the media ever found out,
our lives would both be ruined. Okay, for now we stay calm and quiet. But
you have to promise me, that if at any point you don't feel well we head
straight to the nearest hospital."

"FEEL WELL?? How the hell do you THINK I feel? I've got a fat ass that
sways with every step, and boobs big enough to need a bra! Okay, so I'm not
in pain, but if that isn't the understatement of the year -feel well. Right
now a more pressing is what am I supposed to do about it, and how am I
supposed to live my life?"

"Let's go over your options then. You could cut off that hair, have your
boobs lopped off, lipo those hips, and try to carry on as you once
were. You could move to a deserted island where nobody could see you. Or
you could go with the flow - pick up some brassieres a few dresses and
check out how the other half lives."

"Let me get this straight. Of the three options only one is even remotely
possible, but if you think I'm going out in drag, you must be out of your
freakin' mind!"

"Have it your way, but I'd give anything to see the look on peoples faces
when they get a load of your boobs pushing through a shirt."

"This is an absolute nightmare."

"Like, what happened to 'no big deal' - man? I think it's time to face up
to the fact that you can't keep hiding those womanly assets of yours."

"I am not a woman....  not completely anyhow."

"Have you looked at youself in a mirror or measured youself lately?"

"No, I'd rather not know."

"Stand up and I'll do the honors."

He stood there impatiently waiting for the results. "So what does the tape
measure say?"

"Well lets see - you're 5' - 6" tall, chest 38", waist 27", hip 35", and
leg 30".

"Steve, don't kid around. Please tell me you're joking? You know my chest
is 42", waist 34", hips are 33" and at last count I was 5' - 7". So I lost
a little off my waist and added a bit to my hips, but what you're
describing are the measurements of a girl! You are kidding aren't you?"

"Sorry Tony, I wish I were. That's exactly what the tape says. Let me look
at you again. Stand back and turn around slowly." He did as asked while
Steve gave a thorough inspection. "Here's what I see. Stand in front of the
mirror and tell me you don't see it too. First there is the obvious, you're
smaller in height and build, but look at your skin - you should have a
respectable morning scruff, yet it's smooth and hairless. When did you last
shave?"

He got all red in the face, having to admit that it had been well over a
week since his last shave, then continued the rundown. "You've lost most of
the hair on your arms too, and the hair on your head is somewhat blonder
and a whole lot longer than it ought to be."

Tony could not believe it. He was absolutely right. He ran both hands
through his scalp, stroking handfuls of long sandy colored hair.

"OH SHIT!! What's going on here Steve? This is absolutely imposssible, but
yet..." With a sense of extreme fear a flash went through his mind "It must
be because of that damn meteor. Either it was giving off some weird kind of
gases or radiation or something, but it must be."

After a while Steve was the first to speak. "Did you ever wonder what it
would be like to be a girl?"

"Are you out of your mind? No! Absolutely never. The thought has never EVER
crossed my mind . I'm a guy, I've always been a guy, I like girls not guys,
I like sex WITH girls not as one, no, no, no...I like being who and what I
am, end of story!"

"What you are is yet to be determined. Mind if I touch them?" Steve
whispered as he reached out to touch Tony's breasts.

"I guess so, but be gentle - their super sensitive."

Ever so softly, he ran a finger over one, then the other. The goosebumps on
Tony's arms, and his gasp confirmed the sensations Steve knew he was
feeling. He leaned over to whisper in his ear "Bet it never felt that good
before," then lightly kissed him on the cheek.

After a moment of silent enjoyment, he came back to his senses and smacked
Steve square accross the face. "This has to stop! I'm a man for Christ
sake!"

"But it feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Too good."

"Well until you find a way back to being a real man, I suggest you make the
best of it my friend, even try to enjoy the experience while it lasts."

"But I'm a guy. I wouldn't have a clue as to how a woman behaves or dresses
or anything, nor do I have any real desire to find out."

"With those looks and that body, I don't see that you have much choice. Why
don't we at least get you dressed in some properly fitted clothes, then
we'll see what you think of it."

"Just the thought of me wearing girls panties seems so weird, and the image
I have in my mind of seeing myself in a bra - is totally inconceivable."

"Maybe so, but once they're on you'll probably feel better about it. You
care to go shopping?"

"I don't want to burst your bubble, but I'm not leaving here. No one gets
to see this freak."

"Take it from one who knows these things, you're no freak. As girls go,
you're really quite cute, and you're going to have to face the world sooner
or later, so move it." Steve dressed quickly in a t-shirt and shorts - just
what you'd expect on a hot sunny Atlanta Saturday, then pushed Tony into
his room only to watch him dress in a sweat shirt and sweat pants. "You're
not serious about wearing that are you? You're going to absolutely roast in
there."

"It's all that fits me, and you can't see my tits."  Seeing how reluctant
Tony was to leaving, Steve grabbed onto him and basically dragged him out
the door.

"Nervous, don't be silly, where are we headed to anyways?"

"Where else - the mall." The mall was not far and it was also one of the
largest in all Atlanta. The first store they hit was the Sears, and
coincidently entered at the cosmetics department.

"Look, I feel very out of place here, Steve. I mean other than to buy the
odd bottle of perfume for a girlfriend or two, I've never had anything to
do with this stuff, so if it's all the same to you, could we get the hell
out of here, it's giving me the creeps?"

They marched on through, making a bee line to a lingerie shop. "You're on
your own in there fella," Steve smirked as they pulled up in front of a
Victoria's Secret boutique.

"Some friend you are! I can't do it alone - other than taking them off of
girls, I don't know the first thing about this stuff."

"Well you're about to get a crash course. Now get going."

Steve practically pushed him through the doorway to an awaiting sales
girl. "Can I help you ma'am?"

"I-I guess so," he stammered, and the next thing he knew, she was measuring
him for a bra and panties. She marched him around the store babbling on
about styles and colors, asking for opinions he couldn't begin to offer, so
at his insistence she chose a variety of sets, then led him off to a
dressing room - but being a busy Saturday, left him temporarily to attend
to other customers. Alone and staring at himself in the mirrored room, he
took a deep breath and undressed. Once naked, he started by slipping into
the size 34 panties which rested comfortably on his hips, in a way his
boxers couldn't come close to lately, giving just enough coverage to hide
the bulge in his crotch. Then came the big event, putting on his first
bra. He fumbled with the straps of a pink lacey number in a size 34 B that
he couldn't for the life of him get hooked together, until he remembered
how he'd seen some of his girlfriends hook them up in front then twist them
around into place. This worked much better as he saw himself filling out
the cups, striking such a feminine look. He was glad no one was around to
see his crimson blush, or his hands carressing his own boobs. Excited by
what he saw, he was somewhat curious to try on the other sets, eventually
settling on five different ones, and wore a sixth out of the store to an
awaiting grinning Steve.

"So how was it? I must say you've got a better looking figure than when you
went in."

"I don't know about 'better', but it sure does feel strange to have a part
of me sticking out like this, in a sling that's pulling at my shoulders,
making me feel top heavy and about to fall over."

"Oh don't be silly - they aren't that big."

"Easy for you to say, remember I was flat chested like you just a few days
ago. I don't mind telling you, that was the scariest most nerve wracking
things I've ever done. What's even worse is the thought of what's next! If
you so much as look at me the wrong way, I'll deck you. This is out of
sheer necessity understood? Just something that fits, and gets me out of
this sweat suit, then we're out of here. God I hope we don't run into
anyone we know, I'm not ready for that!"
 
They visited a few shops, Tony stubbornly thumbing his nose at everything
in sight despite the expert opinions of a host of clerks. It seemed each
shop had prettier clothing than the last, and choosing was not only next to
impossible but far too feminine looking. Steve kept pushing for him to get
stretchy skin tight tops, and short skirts, since that was how he liked his
women, but Tony only wanted one or two items like a loose top that would
minimize or hide his bust, and a pair of pants, like simple jeans that fit
properly. Steve kept pushing, as did the sales clerks, so that in the end
he was coaxed into trying on an all white silk blouse and black linen
pants. In the privacy of a dressing room he started by exchanging the sweat
shirt for the blouse, instantly enjoying the feel of silk next to his
skin. Even though there was no mistaking the tenting of the blouse, it
seemed to suit the young woman wearing it, as he watched himself in the
room's full length mirror. Pulling on the slacks, seeing them balloon over
those impossibly wide hips then narrowing as they conformed to the tiny
waist gave the unmistakeable appearance of a well proportioned curvy young
woman sharing the room with him. As he tucked the blouse into the slacks,
he realised there was no sense in trying to hide any longer, and that if no
one knew about his former self they would only be able to see the woman he
had become. Stepping out of the room, Steve was right there to see, "Well
hello you georgeous babe!"

"Oh shut up you idiot. It's still me - Tony in here."

"Maybe so, but you're still a wet dream come true."

"Mind if we just pay for this stuff, and head home?"

"Get real Tony, you can't live in just one outfit, like what about
something for work on Monday, or are you planning on not going in?"

"You're right, I know, but as good as this looks to you, it's a little
overwhelming for me. I hadn't even thought of work - or Joan, how am I
going to break it to her that I'm that guy she used to work for?"

"We'll worry about Joan later. In the mean time, if you have any plans to
ever go back to the office, I suggest you get more clothes!" They then
proceeded to pick out a pant suit at one of the classier shops, and another
blouse to go with it.

Before going any further, it was decided that running shoes simply did not
go, and a visit to a shoe store was next. Since Tony had never put a foot
into a high heel in his life, he again let the clerk guide him, starting
out by finding that he now had a ladies size 7 foot. They started out
trying a pair of fairly flat heels first, followed by 1", and even a pair
of 3" pumps. The taller shoes did bring him back almost to the height he'd
been used to, and they did go well with the slacks, so after several
try-ons a pair were chosen - for wear at a later date. Of course since the
shop also had a wide selection of handbags and Steve reminded him that none
of the clothes he'd just bought had pockets, it was the next accessory to
buy. Despite Tony's objections that only one basic purse might be needed,
three bags were bought, a work type, an evening clutch, and an everyday
kick-around.

The path back to the car was via the Sears again, only this time when
accosted by a clerk and her perfume bottle, Tony didn't argue too
strenuosly as she sprayed on a flowery scent. As they were about to leave,
Steve grabbed him and sat him in a seat in the jewellery section. He got
the attention of a clerk and before he knew what was happening Tony's ears
were pierced.

"Well I guess that unless a miracle happens in the next little while, I
won't be needing my old clothes, now will I?" The observation came as the
days purchases were about to be put away. "How about if you take them,
seeing as how we were both about the same size.

Once unpacked and some food had been consumed, Tony decided to take a
shower and unwind. The water poured over him in ways and places he'd never
imagined. It tingled on his breasts, but it felt great. It ran down his
crotch too, and the sensations on his now nearly female self were
incredible. His nipples were rock hard and he felt his insides tensing in a
way they never had before either. His legs felt like jelly and his mind was
a million miles from anywhere. The effects of the shower were too much
because within minutes he reached what he reconned to be a female orgasm.

After towelling off, he put on a bathrobe and was about to join Steve for
some time in front of the tube, when it donned on him that if the robe
opened up, he'd be giving his good friend quite an eyefull. Still it was
Steve, and they were best of friends and it wasn't as if he'd be seeing
anything new, so he went. Watching the Saturday hockey game as they often
did when there were no dates, Tony's mind was preoccupied with other things
and just couldn't seem to focus on the game. Excusing himself to dry his
hair and then off to bed, Steve couldn't believe his ears.

Sunday

When Tony finally got up at the civilized hour of eleven, had peed. washed
up, and brushed out his hair, the next order of business was to get
dressed. Opening his dresser to get out some boxers, he was reminded that
they'd all been traded in for panties and bras. That's when it hit home
that this was for real, and that he was expected to wear this stuff from
now on, unless he could find a way to get back as his old self, which by
the looks of things was still going in the wrong direction as he now
noticed that his penis was definitely looking a little shorter and its
shape wasn't quite 'normal', and where once hung two hard working balls was
now just an empty sac. Reluctantly he slipped into a pair of the silky
panties followed by its matching bra. A glance in the mirror sent a shiver
straight to his nipples, which instantly sprang to attention. "I've got to
stop looking in those damn mirrors," he thought while trying to find
something to wear. In the excitement of shopping and because of Steve's
insistence, it seems that no shorts or t-shirts had been bought, and since
his wardrobe had been moved over to Steve, he was left with little choice
but a blouse and slacks. He put on the blouse first of course, fumbling
with the backwards facing buttons, then pulled up the figure flattering
slacks. Again, the sight of himself was a shock, both for the sight of
himself as a pretty woman, and that he'd done it without Steve's
coaxing. She was pretty alright, but as a guy giving her the once over he
figured she'd look better with a bit more bust, a proper hair style, and
some color on those pouty lips. "That's me you're drooling over, you
idiot." He thought as he shook himself back to his senses. "If I fixed
myself up, I'll bet Steve and probably every other guy would try to hit on
me - no thank you!"

Steve had put the coffee maker away in its usual spot - on top of the
fridge, only Tony was up first today and as he reached for it realized just
how much a loss of four inches meant. He was standing on a chair getting it
down when Steve walked in. "Cute ass."

Tony hadn't heard him come in, and nearly dropped the caraffe as he swung
around. "That ass still belongs to your best friend, so shove the wise
cracks."

"Sorry....but it is a cute ass." Tony punched him in the arm. "Why the
fancy clothes on a Sunday morning? Going to church - or on a date maybe, or
just getting off on the girlie stuff?"

Tony was good at controlling his temper, but was close to losing it
now. "Weren't you the one who kept insisting I looked good in this stuff
yesterday, and pushed me to buy it? Well I did, only I never bought a
single t-shirt or pair of shorts, and since you've got all my old stuff,
this is all I have to wear for now. So, after I eat, I'm heading out to do
a little more shopping - only this time I'm going alone, and I'll get what
'I' want."

"Okay, okay, don't get your shorts in a knot."

Remembering that the only way to carry his wallet and keys would be in a
purse, he unwrapped the day to day bag he'd bought yesterday. It seemed
awfully big just to carry a wallet, but the clerk had insisted it was just
right. "Can't imagine what women do to fill these things up," he mused,
then headed towards the door. Now with no choice but to wear the new high
heels which suited the clothes, he slipped on one then the other while
holding onto a door frame for support. After readjusting his posture to
retain his balance, he let go for a few tentative wobbly steps. With Steve
howling at the spectacle, Tony grabbed the purse and tripped his way out
the door for the first time out en femme.

Back at the mall, walking on stilts slowly became more comfortable as he
browsed his way along, stopping occassionally to choose co-ordinates of
tops, slacks, and a few pairs of shorts. At one store, an observant clerk
pointed out that the shoes he was wearing would look much better with
nylons - and so several pairs in different shades were then purchased. He
was about to call it quits, when he passed the door of a beauty salon on
his way back towards the car. Thinking ahead about being presentable for
work, how long his hair had grown in these past four weeks and how unkept
it looked, he turned in on the off chance there was an opening. Sure enough
they were only too glad to take him and after some one sided discussion as
to style, was led off for a shampoo. Once seated for the cut, a lovely
young lady approached to ask if he'd care for a manicure. Looking down at
his hands, which were just so petite with their long slender fingers, he
told her to "go for it." So while hair was washed, cut and dried, nails
were shaped, filed and coated in a luscious glossy plum color. Tony sat
quietly, resigned to his fate, but fascinated by the sight of himself
becoming more feminine with each passing moment.

Within the hour his hair had been trimmed and styled, while his nails had
been shaped and painted. The manicurist had suggested he buy a bottle of
the polish and a clear overcoat, in case he needed to retouch a nail or two
before the next visit. It made sense, so he did just that and added them to
the purse. As he was paying, he noticed a brush similar to the one the
stylist had used on him - only smaller, for sale behind the register. This
too got stuffed into the purse. Leaving the salon he felt better about
himself, and pleased at his good looks.

Having come by taxi, the way back to the taxi stand meant passing through
the cosmetics department again. The same lady that had sprayed him with the
perfume approached him again, only this time she was pushing a host of
freebies with the purchase of something or other. He was about to blow her
off and continue on his way when she commented on his lovely
nails. Suddenly he was intrigued by what she had to say - how a little
color to his lips and eyes to compliment those pretty nails would make him
so much prettier. Seeing how receptive he was, she called over another girl
to close the sale. This girl was stunningly beautiful, with her full red
kissable lips and her large deep blue eyes highlited by long batty
eyelashes and shades of frosty blue and white surrounding them. "Hi. I'm
Cheryl," is all she had to say, and Tony was hooked. "You have a very
pretty face, and I'm surprised that you don't make the most of your good
looks with a little makeup. Your skin is perfect, nice high cheelbones,
large green eyes, well defined lips - there's so much we could do for
you. If you have the time, I'd be glad to give you a makeover."

"Lead the way." It was as if she sensed he'd never used makeup before, as
she showed him step by step what she was doing and its effect. She started
with his eyes, on to his eyebrows which she thinned out first, gave his
cheeks some color, and saved doing his lips for last. As she began to
outline his lips he broke out in a cold sweat. Of all things he never in
his life expected, it was to wear lipstick, but as the outline was filled
in with a glossy shade of wine he was mesmerized by these sensuous inviting
lips. Thinking back to an earlier image of himself without makeup, he saw
its unmistakable benefits, but still had an impossible time accepting that
the face staring back was his own. To rationalize it, he reasoned that it
was for the sake of work, that part of being dressed properly also meant
putting forward his best possible image, which would now have to include
being made up, and that it had nothing to do with wanting to attract
attention or men. Once finished, he practically insisted on buying
everything she'd used on him. Along with all his purchases, were a host of
promotional freebies - which he added to the growing contents of his purse.

Satisfied that he'd accomplished everything he'd set out for and then some,
he headed home, to find Steve still in his boxers, watching the Braves -
Expos ball game. "Son of a bitch!! Tony, is that really you??" The rising
bulge in his shorts was the first thing Tony spotted as he kicked off the
shoes.  "You're beautiful! Your hair, your face - WOW! What happened to you
- aren't you the same GUY who was fighting this girl thing so hard?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, you're right, but one thing led to another, and before I
knew it - this is how it ended up. Pretty amazing isn't it?"

"Now there's an understatement."

"Don't go getting too excited. It was a mix of gentle persuasion and
curiosity that let this happen, but the novelty has worn off and I'm going
to go wash it off and get changed."

"Why??? Don't be silly! You look so beautiful, it would be a shame not to
make the best of it. Why don't we go out for an early supper?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"No is not acceptable. Give me five minutes to get ready." Steve leaped off
the sofa, dashing straight to his room before Tony could get in another
objection.

Within minutes they were on their way out the door. Even though Tony
usually drove, Steve insisted, making a big show of opening the door to let
his friend in. Steve aimed the car towards a local favorite Italian
restaurant, but with suddenly less in common there was little conversation
during the ride. Tony felt extremely self conscious as the waiter pulled
out a chair for him and was offered the menu first. He was suddenly keenly
aware of the different attitude the waiter had displayed over how he would
have been treated as a guy. He was still holding onto the purse as the
waiter offered to place a napkin across his lap. Glancing quickly at
another couple nearby, he took a cue from the woman who had placed her
purse in her lap and did likewise. He also spotted that all the women were
sitting with their legs crossed. This was something that he'd never before
attempted for fear of serious pain, but thought he'd give it a try if only
to try and fit in. To his surprise, his right leg crossed over his left
with no effort, no pain, and felt quite comfortable to boot. To heighten
the sensation of this womanly outing, was the unmistakable ladies lipstick
print he left on the water glass as he took his first sip.

The waiter then handed Steve the wine list, even though it was usually Tony
who was accustomed to that honor - but not this time. "I've dated enough
women in my day, but not until now did I notice how differently women get
treated. Just because you're a guy, it's assumed that you know best what
wine to pick - the nerve!"

"On the plus side, didn't you like the way he pulled out your seat for
you?"

"I suppose. So pick a wine already - I could use a drink." Soon they were
enjoying wine and an enjoyable supper for the first time in weeks, though
Tony found it impossible to finish a meal he would have once had no trouble
with..

The meal now ended, Tony had a sudden urge to visit the head. With purse in
hand, he made his way to the washrooms, only to catch himself at the last
second as he nearly went into the men's room. There was no doubt that
looking as he did, the ladies room was more appropriate, but as he entered
had the strongest feeling that he was doing something very wrong. With no
urinals, he entered a stall and not wanting to raise suspicions, decided it
best to do his business sitting down."Man, but it was so easy to whip it
out as a guy. All these layers and having to sit is a pain," he
thought. Reaching down to shake the last few drops, he found only a stub of
what once was. Resigned to his fate, he now wiped himself dry before
pulling up the panties.

Coming out of the cubicle he saw another woman fixing her makeup by the
well lit full sized mirrors. His own reflection showed that all his
lipstick was gone too, and a repair job was in order before going back out
in public. He rummaged through the purse to find the lipstick, then
nervously uncapped it for the first time. Ever so slowly, with trembling
hands, he spread the color onto his lips trying his best to stay within the
outline. He was watching his manicured red fingers as they seemed to
effortlessly manipulate the lipstick tube, seeing this lovely young woman
staring back at him, her well defined cleavage clearly visible as she
leaned toward the mirror. Satisfied that he was presentable again, he gave
his hair a quick brushing, stuffed the purse, and headed back out. A pay
phone caught his eye reminding him of a memo he'd forgotten to send out on
Friday and not wanting to forget again, dug into the purse for a quarter
and called the office to leave a message on his voice mail, then strutted
back to Steve head held up high, walking as elegantly as he knew how.

They finished off the meal with a small desert and a licqeur, then it was
time to leave. On the way to the car Tony stumbled, maybe from being a
little tipsy or from the still unfamiliar high heels, but Steve caught him
before he fell. Steve wrapped an arm around his friend's waist for the rest
of the walk, to which Tony didn't object being held this close, in this
way, because it was his friend Steve. It also felt very reassuring to be
held by someone so strong.

As they were about to enter the house, Steve asked in a shy innocent way,
"would you mind if I kissed you?"

"I may be a bit drunk, but I've still got enough sense to know that I'm not
gay, so despite what I may look like, it's still the same me inside, and
the answer is 'no way Jose'." Tony could see the unmistakable bulge in
Steve's pants again, which brought on a grin.

They said their good nights as they headed off to their respective
rooms. It took Tony much longer than he was used to, to get ready for bed,
between undressing and neatly putting away the clothes, pantyhose, the
removal of the makeup, and pulling out clothes for the morning. He was used
to sleeping in his boxers or sometimes in the nude, but standing there in
his bra and panties just didn't seem right, nor did being in the
nude. Reluctantly he pulled out one of the nighties he'd picked up earlier
in the day. It slid on over his head, tenting out over his protruding
breasts, tickling his nipples as it fell into place causing them to pop
right out. To ease the tickling sensation, he gently massaged them, only to
find this sensation even better than the last, joined now by an itching in
his crotch. While one hand kneaded his breasts, the other went to calm the
itch. This only made things worse with a slight dampness covering his
fingers as his hand rubbed against his developing pubic mound. One thing
led to another of course, towards an inevitable powerfully all consuming
orgasm. As he regained both his senses and his breath, he staggered to the
bathroom to clean himself up.

Sleep came quickly, but the night was filled with vivid dreams. Each one
had him dressed in long flowing gowns, dancing with men, dancing with
women, some had him making love to a woman, others had him being made love
to by Steve. More than once he woke up in a cold sweat, each time hoping it
was time to get up and stop the dreams.

Back to Work Monday

This was the day he'd dreaded most because it meant facing Joan and the
staff, as a stranger - as a woman, and had to make everyone believe she
belonged there. When the alarm did finally ring - nearly an hour earlier
than usual, he began his day with the usual morning pee. Standing in front
of the toilet still half asleep, he fumbled for a missing penis. As he
stabbed a sensitive spot with a long fingernail, he quickly came to his
senses and remembering this wasn't a dream, sat down to do his business. A
quick washing, a brushing of the teeth, then on to get dressed, starting
with a fresh set of lace trimmed silky panties and matching bra. Though it
had fit perfectly when bought only a couple of days ago, the bra seemed to
be overflowing now, indicating that he'd soon be looking to buy more bras
in a larger size. Being one for proper work attire, he chose to wear an
offwhite silk blouse to go along with a fine wool beige pant and jacket
suit. He'd left his hair for last, so as not to muss it up while dressing,
even though the cut was a wash and wear layered style that only needed a
quick brushing to regain its original shape. About to head down for
breakfast, he remembered that some makeup would be expected of a well
dressed lady, but not having all day to experiment, chose to limit himself
to some mascara - which had seemed easy enough to apply, and some
lipstick. True enough the mascara was pretty foolproof but showed a
definite need for some offsetting tones on his eyelids. He nervously
cracked the seal on the set of eyeshadows he'd bought, and trying his best
to mimic what the cosmetician had done, began to lightly spread the powder
to his eyes. The effect was dramatic, making his eyes so much more
attractive. As for the lipstick, he still felt like a total novice, but
managed to neatly apply a rich coat of red to his lips, then capped it and
placed it in his purse. The shoes he slipped on had a low heel, but once on
didn't look right with what he was wearing, so he traded them in for the
higher three inch pumps - even though he knew they'd be harder to handle
and would probably hurt like hell by the end of the day. With jacket and
purse in hand, he was ready to face the day.

Steve was in the middle of a sip of coffee as he entered the kitchen. His
eyes bugged out at the sight of his friend, as he did his best not to choke
on the hot coffee. "Turn around and let me get a good look at my new
partner. I've got to tell you Tony, you are one hot looking babe."

"Why thanks, I guess." For some reason he liked the compliment this time.

"You ready for this?"

"I'm scared to death!"

"Calm down, you'll have them eating out of your hand by noon.

"What if someone questions who I am or questions my authority, or wants to
speak to the other Tony to confirm something...?"

"Tell them he's on his way to the far east on a spiritual retreat and can't
be reached for weeks. You're the new boss and they'll have to toe the line,
besides since when have you ever been short of self confidence? You wimping
out on me, woman?"

"I'm no wimp, but there are so many 'what ifs' that I'm afraid this will
all fall apart. If that happens I'm screwed."

Getting into the car for the first time as the driver, was another new
experience for miss Tony. First of all there were the high heels, and he
had to readjust the seat and mirrors to accomodate his now smaller
frame. Attaching the seat belt - the way the strap crossed between his
breasts, seemed to only make them look larger than they already felt, but
without a valid license he wasn't about to press his luck by not buckling
up.

They were the first to arrive at the office - even before Joan, who was
usually in way before the bosses. They let themselves in, turned off the
alarm, and headed for their respective offices. There was the usual stack
of phone messages to sort through, so while no one was around to disturb
him, Tony started in on them.

He didn't hear Joan as she came in. She poked her head into Tony's office
for her typical 'good morning'. "Oh -- my -- God!!....Tony, is that you?"

"Joan, don't do that. You scared me half to death. Yup it's me alright,
what do you think?" He got up and slowly turned around for her to get a
good look.  Joan was speechless, almost fainting from a lack of breath.

"Say something!"

"What happened to you since Friday? Look at you....  you're a woman! You
were an effeminate looking guy the last time I saw you - now you're all
girl! You're even wearing makeup...and a bra...holy shit!"

"It's been an interesting weekend to say the least."

"I'll say!"

"Sorry for the way I've been lately, but I was partly in denial, and I
didn't know what to say. But now that the secret is out, we need to
talk. You're the only woman I can confide in, and I need help."

"I'm here for you, but first I want to know everything." Over a pot of
freshly brewed coffee, Tony poured out all that had happened over the
course of the past several weeks, including Steve's awkward pass and his
hard-ons - which was good for a laugh, but left out the erotic dreams of
the night before. He summed it up by saying that he needed a teacher in the
finer points of being a lady, to which Joan eagerly volunteered.

"I can't get over how much you've changed just since Friday!" These were
her parting comments as she headed to her desk shaking er head, after an
hour of talk.

Tony got back to his messages, finally getting around to checking the voice
mail. He was jotting down hilites of the messages, when his own from the
night before came on. For the first time in weeks, he was hearing the sound
of his own voice as others were hearing it, forcing him to replay it
several times. It was a stranger's voice with a rich, somewhat deep throaty
purr. He called Joan in to hear the tape too. "Is that what I really sound
like? I've got the voice of a sex kitten!"

With a broad grin she replied, "It's you alright. It's mellowed, maybe even
gone up in pitch a bit since last week - but that's what you sound like
now, for sure."

"How come you never said anything about it?"

"Remember - you weren't listening to anyone lately?"

"Oh yeah. Well, no matter - it's just skin deep. Inside I'm still the same
old me."

"Sure, whatever you say." She left wondering how to prove it had gone way
beyond 'skin deep'. At least they were on speaking terms again.

Except for the one time he accidently went into the men's room, the morning
went well, though there were several more trips to the washroom than he
would have liked, which only went to confirm that the new plumbing couldn't
hold as much as before.

At lunch time he made a pit stop to pee and even took the time afterwards
to freshen up his lipstick and pass a brush through his hair before heading
out to grab a bite and do a little shopping. Joan only smirked as she saw
him come out of the ladies room, primped and raring to go.

It was shortly after one when he returned, carrying a bag from Victoria's
Secret. "Why Tony, picking up a sexy little something for Steve?"  Joan
couldn't pass up on a sarcastic dig.

"Actually I went there for myself, seems my bra collection is still a bit
sparse and the ones I do have are feeling snug."

"Care to show me?"

"Come into my office." He then proceeded to pull out three pairs of red
satin panties, two co-ordinated bras, a black camisole, and a very
revealing pink nightie.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"How does that saying go - 'if rape is inevitable, might as well enjoy it'?
I figured why not have some fun." It was fun showing her what he'd bought,
especially since he didn't dare try this with Steve.

"You up to trying your hand at meeting a guy? Or are you holding out for
Steve?"

"No, no men for me - not even Steve."

"Don't tell me you're still into girls?"

"Now that you mention it, I haven't thought much about girls in that way
for a while now or been out on a date even longer - haven't so much as
thought about any of the girls I used to date either, wow!"

"Care to join me for some drinks after work some night?"

"Sounds good to me. Steve's going out of town for a few days, and a night
out would sure beat sitting at home alone. How's Thursday?"

"Great!" Then it was back to work.

By the time they'd made it back home that night, all that walking in high
heels had taken its toll, and as expected his feet were killing. As they
opened the front door he wasted no time in kicking them off. Steve made a
bee line for the fridge to grab a couple of brews. Toni just happened to
glance at him as he bent over to dig out the beer, noticing that he had a
very cute ass. "Snap out of it!" he told himself. "That's Steve, my best
friend. Why would I care how cute his ass is?" By now Steve was handing him
the bottle, and again he got an uneasy feeling as their eyes met. They
flipped on the tube to catch some sports, but it was too early for the ball
game, so Tony switched it to CNN for the latest news - only to get the
weekly fashion show. They often watched this for the great looking models
and some of the outlandish outfits they wore, only this time Tony was
finding it much more informative than usual - right down to the cosmetic
ads. He was so engrossed by the show, he'd begun to fidget with his hair
subconsiously. Steve was on his way for a second beer, and asked Tony if he
was ready for another one too. When all he got was a grunt as a reply, he
leaned over to tweak Tony's left boob.

"Ow! What was that for, you big ape? That hurt!"

"You were so caught up in that dumb show, that it was the only way to get
your attention."

"Well don't do it again. Now what did you want?"

"Another beer?"

"No. Steve tell me something,....if we weren't best friends, and
say... you'd just met me, would you consider asking me out?"

"In a flash! It's too bad that I knew you when, 'cause you're my wildest
dream come true. Why you asking?"

"Oh, no reason. Just seeing those models, I was wondering how I rated,
that's all."

While waiting for the pizza they'd ordered, they each changed out of their
work clothes, Steve into a sweat suit, Tony into a t-shirt (sans bra) and
shorts.

Facing each other at the table was interesting, with Steve rarely taking
his eyes off Tony's chest with its two erect thimble sized nipples poking
through the thin material, and Tony getting off on Steve's
fascination. They didn't talk much, yet volumes were implied until Steve
couldn't take it any more.

"Don't get me wrong Tony, but even though we're best friends and all, and
as much as I know you're really a guy in there...oh how I'd love to get you
in bed."

"I've noticed, which leads me to think it might be a good idea if I move
out. Joan's invited me to bunk at her place for a while..."

"Whoa, wait a minute here. We're friends that go back a long way. Just
because you're wearing a bra and I think you look cute, doesn't change
things."

"Oh but it does, and if we're to stay friends we'd better put some distance
between us. Face it, I can't walk around in my underwear any more, and
you're eyes are always undressing me. Things have changed. You haven't had
a girl in here lately, and I'll bet you'd feel pretty funny trying to with
me around. And what if I wanted to invite someone in - not that I'm about
to, we'd both feel uncomfortable about it, so it's for the best if I
move. Who knows, maybe I'll end up back here if by some chance I wake up a
guy again, or as your girl friend - not."

"As usual you're right. When were you planning on going?"

"I'll speak to Joan first, but it'll probably be in a day or two and by the
time you're back from your business trip I'll have cleared out my stuff
into a place of my own."

Tuesday

Waking after several erotic dreams, Tony was certain by the dampness
between his legs he'd peed in bed. Making his way to the toilet,
remembering to sit, the stream that followed felt and sounded different. As
it ended, he looked down past his breasts and flat stomach to see only a
void between his legs where his penis once was. Spreading his legs for a
better view - there they were - those undeniable, unmistakeable lips of a
woman's pussy. He'd played with enough of them over the years to know the
pleasure they could bring, that he now had to find out for himself what all
the fuss was about. Not knowing just how sensitive they'd be, he gently
parted them, taking care not to poke or scratch himself with those still
unaccustomed long fingernails. His nipples were suddenly fully erect and
his fingers were covered in the juices coming from his own vagina. The
feeling as one then two fingers disappeared into that hole had his heart
pounding. Without realising it, he began rythmically stroking, and quietly
moaning at the intense pleasure building inside him. It was an itch that
only seemed to feel better the more he stroked, now amplified even more as
his pelvic thrusts were making his boobs bounce wildly, until he couldn't
take it any more and exploded with an orgasm stronger than he'd ever
thought possible.

Unfortunately being a work day, he didn't have the luxury of dwelling on
the joy of the moment, and quickly jumped into a shower to clean himself
up.

Knowing the original set of bras would no longer fit, he slid his arms
through the straps of a new, black, size 34 C bra, of yesterday's lunchtime
shopping trip. The sheerness of the white on white blouse that went over
it, left it clearly visible through the thin fabric as was his cleavage
from the wide open neck line. Pantyhose under slacks cinched by a wide
banded patent leather belt completed the dress for the day.

Hearing the clattering of high heels coming down the hallway, Joan turned
to see who was coming into the office so early. When she saw it was Tony
she couldn't help but giggle.

"What's so funny? Do I look that silly?"

"No no no, I'm just not used to you as a woman yet, that's all."

"If your offer for a temporary house guest is still open....  I told Steve
I'd be moving out."

"Absolutely!  Just say when."

"Tomorrow?"

"Great, I'm looking forward to it. Interested in doing lunch today?"

"Sure why not," and continued to clatter on down to the coffee room.

They used up most of the lunch hour shopping of course, during which Joan
not only talked him into trying on a skirt, but got him to buy two, with
just enough time to grab a fast bite at the small food court in their
office building.

A memo to the staff had advised them of Tony's extended absense, and
replacement by cousin Toni.

That night right after supper, Toni began packing to Steve's utter
disbelief. "You don't have to do this Toni. We're friends going back to our
school days, we're partners at work, you're being a woman shouldn't get in
the way of that."

"If we're to stay friends and partners I have to go, please don't make this
harder than it has to be." Toni was on the verge of tears as he pushed
Steve out of the room.

Wednesday

Seeing today as another big change to his life, Toni decided to further the
experience by doing the unthinkable and wear a skirt. Even with pantyhose
in place, it felt like he was walking around half naked as cool air flowed
up and around his legs. The style of the 2" heeled shoes suited the
ensemble best, though once on he was disappointed by the way they left him
feeling so much shorter.

With a purse in one hand and an overstuffed suitcase in the other, it was
time.

During todays lunch outing, they each bought a pair of earrings and Toni a
tinier more delicate watch to replace his unbecoming men's athletic
clunker.

Joan's unbiased and helpful opinions were making shopping an enjoyable
experience, and considering the endless variety of clothing styles,
jewellery and cosmetic selections, and accessories to fill a wardrobe, Toni
could see that shopping was going to become an important, time and money
consuming passtime.

That evening while Joan prepared a light dinner, Toni unpacked in the spare
bedroom. By day's end he'd grown to like the freedom of a skirt, and the
attention it brought too, choosing not to change out of it for the evening.

They chattered over supper about everything from clothes, to work, to their
feelings on men marriage and even babies. He found it much easier to talk
with Joan than at any time with Steve, more as sisters with nothing to hide
from each other than as boss and secretary.

Supper out of the way, Joan invited Toni to join her at her scheduled
aerobic class. Being of similar size and build, she even offered to lend
him the needed clothing. Remembering that it had been a while since he'd
been to the gym, he decided to go.

Wearing a sports bra that held him firmly in place, a body hugging leotard,
t-shirt, and slouch socks, they each stuffed sports bags with toiletteries
and a change of clothes for afterwards.

The class was already in progress when they arrived. Toni feeling a bit out
of place at the sight of all the other women bouncing around in their
scanty skin tight outfits, felt like a voyeur at this women's only
gathering. The instructor noticing the newcomer, made it her business to
position him in the front row where she could give him better attention.

This lithe supple body of his, took to the excercise routines like a duck
to water. Most of the thirty or so women in the room had bodies he'd have
once lusted for, only now his thoughts were of a different nature. He
wondered if his butt was as shapely as some of theirs, if his bust was as
large or as perky as others, only to see by his reflection among all the
other women that he was every bit as pretty.

In the locker room afterwards, seeing them all in some stage of undress or
other, he missed the feeling of the throbbing hard-on this would have once
given him.

Thursday

Joan was only too eager to help Toni with some pointers on the finer
details of makeup application as they readied themselves for yet another
day at work. With the expectation of going out after work, Joan asked to
make sure Toni had what he'd need in his purse. "Of course you've got your
makeup in the purse, but have you got any napkins or safes in there?"

"Why on earth would I want to carry around my own napkin? And since I've
got no need for safes again, why .....oh, how stupid of me. Look, we're
going out for drinks tonight and I still don't see myself letting a guy
fool around with me, so I'll skip on the safe, thank you."

"Take one anyway, you can never be too prepared. By the way, the napkin I'm
talking about is a sanitary one, the kind that keeps you from leaking into
your panties."

"Oooh, that napkin! Thanks but no thanks."

"Do me favor and put them in," as she handed him one of each. "They weigh
nothing, you have the room for them, and you'd look pretty silly not having
them when the time came. Since I'll bet you don't have any tampons in there
either take a couple of mine 'till you pick up some for yourself - I didn't
see you unpack any and I'm certain you'll be needing them one of these
days."

He looked at them long and hard before reluctantly adding them to the
growing list of purse contents.

Work was hectic, without any time for a lunch break, so that by quitting
time they were both famished. Joan led them to her local favorite watering
hole that had a reputation for its 'wings and a beer' combo, and the best
looking guys in town. The place was packed, with seating at a
premium. Asked if they'd mind sharing a table, they were shown to a booth
where two dark haired well tanned gods greeted their table mates.

Introductions out of the way, Toni and Joan got seated beside Mark and Sean
respectively.With pitchers of beer already on the table and a basket of
wings quickly disappearing, the ladies helped themselves while the next
batch was on its way. A little beer, a little food and the atmosphere was
soon very relaxed and friendly. When the band returned from a break, as
their meal was ending, Sean asked Joan for a dance to which she accepted
for both Toni and herself. As much as he'd expected to be dancing during
the course of this night out, when it was finally time to get up and be
escorted by a guy to the dance floor, his stomach tensed while his legs
seemed to turn to jelly.

After a few loud, fast paced non contact dances, which suited Toni just
fine, it was time for a break and a visit to the ladies room. "So what do
you think of the guys?" Joan was asking as they fixed their lipstick.

"I suppose Mark's okay. He must spend a lot of time working out to get
muscles like that. What about Sean?"

"Let's just say I wouldn't say no if he asked me up to his place."

"You wouldn't!"

"Why not? I'm no nun and he's got one hell of a body too. You ought to try
it, you might like it."

"Nobody's shoving his dick into me, no way!"

"We'll see about that." Joan thought to herself as they headed back for
more drink and dance.

The dance floor was crowded and there wasn't any way to avoid bumping into
their dancing partners. Toni rubbed his chest against Mark a couple of
times which felt strange yet pleasantly stimulating, witnessed by his
hardening nipples, and it wasn't long before Mark's hands were occassionaly
stroking his ass, sending shivers and goose bumps all over his body - yet
it was most enjoyable, and he didn't try to stop it from happening
again. Their eyes met and Mark wasted no time in siezing the opportunity to
kiss an unprepared innocent Toni.

This was a shock, since he'd never kissed another man before, but the
combination of alcohol, the stimulating groping, and his great looks were
enough to prompt a blush and a smile.

The second kiss was much longer and Toni actually returned the kiss.

It wasn't long before the foursome was eager to leave - including Toni,
with Joan and Sean going back to Joan's, and Toni and Mark back to his
place. An all knowing Joan merely smiled as they went their separate ways.

As they drove, Toni was petrified at what he'd gotten himself into, but as
Mark's wandering right hand kept toying between Toni's legs, an
indescribable urge for this to continue seemed to take control. On
trembling legs they entered the apartment. No sooner had the door closed
when Mark grabbed Toni for a long passionate kiss. The impossible
disgusting thought of kissing another man had disappeared, replaced by
thoughts of love, sex, and male domination. In a blink clothes started
peeling off.

"You may not believe this Mark, but I've never done this sort of thing
before," he managed to whisper between gasps for air and tonsil groping
deep kisses. "I'm really nervous about this, so I guess what I'm saying is
please be gentle."

Mark was the perfect gentleman. He carressed Toni lovingly and ternderly as
their kissing and fondling of each other slowly built their passion. Toni
was getting very excited now, and actually reached down to stroke his
penis. Another man's penis in his hand sure did feel strange as he
remembered what his own used to feel like not so very long ago. He felt
himself getting all wet and slippy in anticipation of what he now hoped
would happen real soon. Mark was stroking his slit and it was begging for
more with his hips gyrating in response.

Then Mark suddenly broke away. "Sorry darlin', but my daddy was a scout
leader and he taught us scouts well. You'll excuse me for a second while I
slip into something a little less comfortable."

In all the excitement Toni had forgotten that little detail too, and as
Mark was getting out of the bed it reminded him just how different things
were on the receiving end of making love. Toni wasn't about to lose out on
a moment of fun, so he began to play with himself while waiting for him to
return. He was on the verge of a climax but his body wanted more. Luckily
Mark got back quickly and Toni jumped him. He grabbed Mark's penis and
guided it towards his parted inviting juicy vagina. Since Mark was on top
and in control, he lowered himself ever so slowly, Toni feeling his insides
filling. At first it hurt a bit, but once inside all the way and they began
to stroke, any pain was replaced by the most enjoyable feelings he'd ever
experienced. As promised, Mark was ever so gentle too, occassionaly gently
massaging Toni's breasts, offering tender kisses as they humped in unison.

Toni was in another world, and when he thought it couldn't get better, felt
an amazing rush that seemed to start at his toes and climb quickly up to
his head.

They both climaxed at the same time, Toni almost feeling the gush of Mark's
load. Though he had just reached his first real female orgasm, Mark was
still inside, and though he wasn't as hard any more, it still felt so
amazingly good that Toni climaxed a second time.

Soon after, Mark climbed off to get cleaned up, noticing as he slid off the
safe that it was fairly empty and that the normally rugged latex was
riddled with tiny holes. Not wanting to alarm Toni he decided to keep that
bit of news a secret.

Mark asked him to stay the night, but insisted on leaving with the excuse
that it would be bad form to show up at work in the same clothes two days
in a row.

Mark awoke the next day with the most incredible belly ache, so intense
that he called in sick and spent much of the day in the bathroom, losing a
good ten pounds in the process.

Toni awoke feeling refreshed and glad to be a girl, not realising that she
was about to embark on the ultimate female experience - childbirth.