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Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 02:10:04 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 4

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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THE NEXT DAY...

Elaine and Brighton (calling himself Bridgette for the duration of 
his stay in this body) were walking through one of those high priced 
malls.  They were mostly looking, but occasionally making a few 
purchases (Elaine mostly).  At one point, Elaine leaned over and 
whispered, "You're looking awfully uncomfortable, Bridgette."

"Of course I'm uncomfortable.  I keep wondering if someone knows I'm 
not a woman."

"Relax, you look fine."

"Says you."

Elaine just smiled.  She pulled a few dresses off the rack and 
brought them to the attendant so that she could have them modeled. 
As she returned to get Bridgette she noticed that there was a man 
hitting on "her" and decided to hold back to see how the accountant 
handled it.  Bridgette was clearly uncomfortable, and tried to get 
the guy to leave him alone, but the guy didn't seem to get the hint, 
and when he finally grabbed Bridgette's ass, Elaine moved forward to 
help.  She saw Bridgette tense up and guessed that Bridgette just 
became a little more buxom.

Regretting holding back so long, she moved up quickly, but then she 
saw Bridgette haul off and slap the guy.  "I am not interested in 
you, jack-ass!  And if you ever put your hand on me again without 
permission, I will rip it off and feed it to you!"

Before the man could do or say anything, Elaine walked up, wrapped 
her arm around Bridgette, kissed him on the lips and said, "Is this 
crass man bothering you, dearie?"

The man said, "Oh, I get it."  Then, as he walked away, he muttered, 
"Fuckin' lezzies."

After he was out of earshot, Bridgette said, "Thanks, but I could've 
handled him."

"I know, but you've got to be careful sometimes.  I doubt the man 
would've gotten violent, but you never know."

Bridgette snorted.  "I've got a black belt in karate.  And, although 
my new body might've made some of the fancier moves a little harder, 
if he'd've touched me, I'd've killed him."

"Then all the better I did step in.  Bridgette's disappearance two 
days after killing a man would've raised way too many questions."

"I suppose so."

"Sorry about the kiss though.  It just seemed the easiest way to get 
rid of him."

"Why sorry about the kiss?  That was the most pleasant part of the 
whole thing.  You're a beautiful woman, Elaine."

"Yeah, but I wasn't always one."

Bridgette seemed to think about that.  "You know, unless you point 
that out, I really do seem to forget it.  And that's saying something 
from a man with a photographic memory."

"You're kidding."

"Not really.  Nathan was... oddly forgettable.  But you?  You're 
anything BUT forgettable.  You really came into your own as a woman, 
Elaine."

"Thanks."

The store attendant came up and said, "Miss Elaine, the models are ready."

As they walked to the viewing area, Bridgette asked, "Is that 
something that transsexuals have to go through?"

"Transsexuals?  No.  At least not usually.  But as a female 
homosexual, I go through it regularly.  You can't imagine how many 
times I've gone through that.  Usually explaining I'm a lesbian gets 
rid of them, but," Elaine rolled her eyes, "god save me from the men 
who think that if I just get the right dick inside me, I'll 'convert 
back' to hetero."

They took their seats and watched a short fashion show.  Elaine chose 
a few dresses, and Bridgette watched the girls in fascination.  At 
one point, Elaine leaned over and said, "I notice you're eying that 
cute redhead.  I can tell she's eying you back.  Why don't you make a 
play for her?"

"Why?  There's no future for us.  Bridgette disappears in a couple 
days.  Besides, if I made a play for her now, I'd feel like I was 
lying to her.  Misrepresenting who I was."

"Now that I remember.  Because I wasn't being true to myself, I felt 
like I was lying to everyone else.  It nearly broke up me and Susie."

"You know, she's still working at the firm.  She and a bunch of 
others are going to need new jobs as well."

"I'm not sure I want to bring Susie and the other girls into my life. 
They were always as nice as they could be.  I'm... not as nice as I 
was before."

"So don't tell them who you are.  I barely had a hint of who you 
were, and I've got a photographic memory."

"I don't know."

Bridgette stared at her for a bit before saying, "How long's it been 
since you've been with someone?"

Elaine sighed.  "You always did have a way of cutting to the bottom 
line.  Susie was my last steady.  I've had a few trysts here and 
there, but nothing substantive."

"Y'know, Susie still is one of the best medical assistants in the 
business.  Even if you don't restore your physical relationship, 
she'd be a great asset."

Elaine gave a small chuckle.  "You sound like you're already an executive."

Bridgette smiled.  "Maybe, but don't change the subject.  Are you 
going to hire Susan or not?"

"I'll consider it.  Now, however, is not the time."

The fashion show quickly ended after they finished and Elaine took 
her list of choices to the attendant, so they could be tailored to 
her personal dimensions before being delivered to her home.  When she 
finished the business portion of her visit, Elaine looked around for 
Bridgette and saw him talking to the cute redhead.  She waited a bit 
before he finally came over to her.  "So what were you two talking 
about?" Elaine asked.

"I've now got a date for tomorrow night."

"I thought you weren't going to ask her out."

"I didn't.  She asked me, and when I tried to say no, my buried 
feelings caused my breasts to grow again.  I couldn't think of a way 
to show that I wanted to and still say no, so I just told her yes."

"Sorry.  I didn't even think about you getting asked out, and, well, 
wanting to in your current form."

"Neither did I."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Well, now that you mention it..."

"What?"

Bridgette grinned.  "I only told her I could go out if she found a 
date for my 'cousin'.  She said she had just the guy, but when I 
explained you were a lesbian, too, she said she knew just the girl."

Elaine stared at Bridgette for a bit before asking, "Does that grin 
mean you expect me to just refuse or that you enjoy putting me in 
this position?"

"I'm not sure.  A little of both, I guess."

Elaine thought about it and said, "Ah, hell, I haven't been on a 
blind date since high school.  I guess you're stuck with your 
redhead."

"I think I can survive.  Now, can we go out to the car?"

"Why?"

"Because between that guy earlier and Maria, I now have a D cup. 
This bra I've got on feels like a rubber band around me.  I need to 
go get one of those larger bras you put in the trunk just in case."

"Of course.  When and where do we meet the girls?"

As they started to walk, Bridgette said, "They get off at 7.  I told 
them we'd pick them up."

"Fine.  But in case you hadn't noticed, the back seat of my car is a 
little cramped, and you and your date get it."

"Why?"

"Because I have no intention of turning over my keys to complete 
strangers, and since Bridgette doesn't have a driver's license, and 
it wouldn't be fair to put both girls into that cramped back seat, 
you and your date get the back seat.  Unless you want me to be in the 
front seat with your date."

Bridgette smiled.  "What?  And lose both girls to the superior woman?"

"Flatterer."

They got to the car and Elaine got the D dup bra out of the trunk. 
Bridgette climbed into the back seat (the car had tinted windows) and 
started changing into the new bra.  "Elaine?" he asked as he changed.

"Yes, dear?"

"What do I do if this girl wants to have sex?  I don't think I could 
say no to her, and I don't really want to lie to her."

"I see what you mean.  Well, I hate to say it, but you may have to 
lie to her.  Tell her that although you want to have sex with her, 
you don't feel it would be proper to have sex outside of a committed 
relationship."

"But what if that doesn't work?  What if it goes too far?"

"Don't let it go too far.  If you feel that you just couldn't say no 
in any way, tell her you are a pre-op transsexual.  Let her know you 
still have male organs and let the decision be hers."

Bridgette sat up.  "Okay, I'm dressed.  And thanks for the advice."

"Any time."

"So now where to?"

"Well, since I didn't expect you to have a date, I didn't purchase a 
formal gown for you.  So we go shopping."

Bridgette heard the excitement in Elaine's voice and said, "Y'know, 
I've been a woman for just under 24 hours now, and I still don't get 
the shopping thing.  What do you find so exciting about it?"

Elaine shrugged. "I don't know.  I just always found it fun.  It got 
even more exciting once I could openly buy the clothes I really 
wanted."

"You really are all woman, Elaine."

"Thank you.  Even though I'm pretty sure that was a veiled sexist comment."

Bridgette grinned.  "I'll never tell."

Elaine and Bridgette went shopping for a new dress, then went back 
home to get ready.  At 6:30, they got into the car and headed back to 
the shopping center.  They had to wait for about 10 minutes before 
Maria got off with her mystery friend.  When she did, she came out 
from the back room with a beautiful brunette.  The only problem 
Elaine saw with the girl was that she looked barely 19.  Elaine 
always had preferred her women a little more mature.

Maria came over and gave Bridgette a friendly peck on the cheek. 
"Hey, beautiful, I'd like you to meet Alyssa, my little sister."

Bridgette said, "Maria, Alyssa, I'd like you to meet my cousin, Elaine."

Elaine said, "Charmed.  So where are we headed?"

Bridgette said, "Well, Maria, you did the asking, so do you have any plans?"

"I wanted to make some plans, but I got busy."

Elaine dove in.  "How about we go see that new play?  It's supposed 
to be all the rage."

"But that's been sold out for weeks."

Elaine waved it off.  "I've got season tickets.  A balcony box with 
four seats.  I don't use it a lot, because I don't like going to the 
theater alone, but it's there for us if you'd like."

Maria said, "Sounds great.  Alyssa?"

"Okay with me."

Elaine extended her hand to Alyssa as Bridgette and Maria walked 
together to the car.  Alyssa took Elaine's proffered hand, and the 
two followed to the car.  They drove to the theater, with Bridgette 
and Maria in the back.  Maria, far from being upset at being in the 
tiny space, used the cramped quarters as an excuse to sit atop 
Bridgette's lap.

At the theater, they watched the new play by an up and coming new 
writer.  Alyssa kept putting her hand on Elaine's lap and trying to 
slide it up under her dress.  Elaine found the girl's youthful 
exuberance both refreshing and pesky.  Refreshing in that she hadn't 
been with someone in a very long while, and it was nice having 
someone so clearly interested in her.  Pesky in that she wasn't ready 
to reveal too much, which is what would've happened had Alyssa 
managed to put her hand up Elaine's dress.  So Elaine had to spend a 
good deal of time diverting the younger girl's hand.

After the show, they returned to Elaine's mansion.  They went into a 
large room Elaine used for entertaining, and she put on some slow 
music and they danced together for a while.  At one point, Elaine 
looked up and saw that Bridgette and Maria had disappeared.  "Where'd 
Bridgette and your sister go?"

Alyssa commented, "Oh, that.  Maria said she was going to try to 
convince your cousin to take her to bed.  I guess she succeeded. 
Want to follow their lead?"

"You know, you're being awful forward."

"So?  I like you.  Don't tell me you don't like me.  Why shouldn't we 
go to bed together?"

Elaine sighed.  "Alyssa, you're a very beautiful girl, but-"

Alyssa interrupted.  "But I'm too young, right?  I get so tired of 
hearing that.  I'm 19, a legal adult.  So what if I'm not old enough 
to even drink yet?"

"That's not it.  And you shouldn't interrupt."

"Sorry."

"As I was about to say, you're a very beautiful girl, but there's 
something you should know about me."

"What?"

"I'm... a transsexual.  I was born male, and, as of right now, I 
still have my male organs."

Alyssa was obviously shocked.  "You have a... dick?"  Elaine nodded. 
Alyssa stepped back and stared at Elaine's crotch.  "I don't... It's 
just...  I..."

"You're not really interested in having sex with a dick, even one on a woman."

Alyssa looked down shame faced.  "Sorry."

Elaine said, "I understand," and thought, 'I wish I could hate you 
for it, but I do understand.'  Then she said, "I'm going to go into 
the other room.  There's a T.V. under that painting and there's a 
remote in the end table.  Feel free to play music or watch something 
or whatever."

Elaine went into the parlor, made a call, then got a bottle of liquor 
and a glass and started drinking.  About an hour later, Bridgette 
came in and said, "The girls are ready to go."

"Oh, I'm in no condition to drive.  I called a limo company I have an 
account with.  There should be a car and driver waiting outside."

Bridgette stepped into the parlor.  "You're drunk off your ass."

Elaine looked down at the couch she was sitting on then looked up at 
Bridgette.  "Funny, I thought I was drunk on my ass."  She snorted in 
amusement at her own joke and said, "Cheers!" downing her glass in 
one gulp.

"I thought your allergy kept you from using any form of sedative or 
anesthetic."

Elaine refilled her glass.  "That's the funny thing about my allergy. 
I can get drunk.  When I stop being drunk, I'll be violently ill and 
probably throw up any food I've eaten for the last three days, but I 
can get drunk."  She then raised her glass, said, "Cheers!" again, 
and downed another glass full of alcohol.

Bridgette came over and took the bottle from Elaine.  "I'm going to 
go say good-bye to the girls then I'm going to come back and take 
care of you."

After Bridgette left the room, Elaine looked around, only now seeming 
to notice that she no longer had a bottle in her hand.  She stood up, 
and nearly fell over stumbling to the bar.  She reached behind the 
bar, knocking over a couple bottles before managing to wrap her hand 
around the neck of a decanter full of brandy.  She pulled it out, but 
before she could do anything with it, Bridgette, who had returned to 
the room, took it away from her.

"Aw, don't be a party pooper," Elaine said.

Bridgette wrapped Elaine's arm around her shoulders for support and 
started up to the bedrooms, saying, "Let's get you to bed."

Despite saying, "Don't worry your pretty little head about me," 
Elaine didn't fight as Bridgette helped her up the steps.  As they 
walked down the hall, Elaine said, "Y'know, babe, you really do have 
a pretty little head.  Want to sleep with me?"

"No."

"What's the matter?  Did your little chippie wear you out?"

"Hardly.  And if you weren't drunk, and I thought you were serious, 
I'd take you up on your offer.  But I don't sleep with drunk women 
and I definitely don't want you waking up tomorrow regretting your 
actions."

They went into her room.  "You're a good friend, Bridgette.  I want 
to apologize."

"For the chippie remark?  Don't worry about it."

"No, for calling you a 'stupid, callous, uncaring bean-counter.'"

Bridgette helped Elaine out of her dress.  "I don't recall-"

"After you pulled the plug on my cancer project.  You don't know how 
angry I was at you.  But you really do care."

"Thanks."

Elaine giggled.  "So I guess that makes you a stupid, callous, caring 
bean counter."

Bridgette smiled as he tucked Elaine into bed.  "Go to sleep, Elaine."

As he turned to leave, Elaine said, "Bridgette?  Stay with me tonight?"

"I told you-"

"No, not sex.  I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Bridgette considered it, then got undressed and climbed into bed with Elaine.

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THE NEXT MORNING...

Bridgette was awakened the next morning when Elaine bolted from the 
bed into the bathroom.  He got up and quickly followed.  He held her 
hair out of the way as she voided the contents of her stomach into 
the toilet.  After she was finished, she sat on the floor next to the 
toilet.

Bridgette sat beside her and asked, "Why did you do this to yourself? 
So what if some little teeny bopper didn't want you?"

"That's the thing.  She did want me.  Until she found out what I had 
in my panties.  Kind of ironic, isn't it?  Tomorrow, you'll be all 
man again, but I'll be a woman tomorrow and the next day and the 
next, but you're the one who scored with the lesbian.  I hate this. 
Because of one small genetic defect, it seems that no one will ever 
accept me for who I am."

"Why not get rid of it?  Can't your solutions do that?"

"Not yet.  I've been looking for a combination that'll work, but so 
far, everything I've come up with won't work in the same body as my 
feminizing solution.  At least not one where the feminizer is already 
in place.  I'm working on it, but so far the results don't look 
promising."

"Sorry to hear it."

"Thanks for not taking advantage of me last night.  Did you really 
mean it when you said you'd have sex with me?  Despite knowing what I 
have in my panties?"

"Elaine, if this adventure has taught me nothing else, it's taught me 
that the true measure of a person isn't what they've got between 
their legs."  Bridgette leaned over and gave Elaine a friendly kiss.

"You really do make a beautiful woman, Brighton.  Sure you want to go back?"

Bridgette laughed.  "I'm sure.  Come on, let's go get breakfast."

At the mere mention of food, Elaine's stomach churned and she leaned 
back over the toilet and lost it again.  After she finished, she sat 
back and said, "I think I better stay close to the toilet for a 
while."

"Sorry."

"Not your fault.  I did this to myself."

"Elaine?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you focus so much on the physical?  You are woman enough for 
anyone, male or female.  But some immature little teenager can't see 
that and you destroy yourself agreeing with her.  So what if you have 
a penis?  The rest of you is all woman, inside and out."

Elaine stared off into space, thinking about it.  "I guess there are 
times when it just feels like the one thing male about me sticks out 
like a sore thumb."

"It doesn't."

"Thanks."  Elaine leaned over and rested her head on Bridgette's shoulder.

After a while, Bridgette said, "Elaine, I've decided."

"On?"

"On joining your firm."

"And the answer is?"

"Yes.  Assuming we can work out an equitable contract."

Elaine gave a short laugh.  "You would want to talk contract 
negotiations when I'm indisposed."

Bridgette laughed.  "Don't worry.  I may be cold and hard in business 
dealings, but I am fair.  We can wait till tonight or tomorrow 
morning to discuss business."  Bridgette then kissed Elaine on the 
forehead.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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