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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 5.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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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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************

THAT NIGHT...

Bridgette and Elaine sat at the table.  Elaine was feeling much 
better and they were to discuss the business deal for Brighton's 
hiring.  Elaine had given him the books for review so he could see 
what he wanted, but also what would be silly requests to make. 
"Okay, so what is it going to take to get you to go to work for me?"

"To start with, I realize you're a new business so you probably can't 
give me a straight 6 figure salary, so instead I want 30% of all 
profits for any business I do the books for."

"10%"

"20%"

"Deal."

"I also get three weeks vacation time.  One week starting on the 20th 
of December, and two weeks that I can take any time I want.  I also 
want all days that are considered holidays by Federal, state, or 
municipal governments off."

"I'll give you the three weeks, but only Federal government days off."

"I can live with that.  I also want total control as to who I hire in 
terms of accounting staff."

"How many people are you going to need?"

"Considering the businesses you already have, I'm going to need 6 to 
start.  You're also going to have to revamp your computer system."

"Alright, I'll give you room to hire eight people, and you can have 
total executive control over who you hire with two stipulations. 
One, every person you hire has to pass a security check through a 
private investigation firm I use.  And two, before you increase the 
number of people you hire, you approve it through me."

"And the new computer system?"

"Done.  What else?"

"One thing more I'd like, but it's not a deal breaker if you're not 
willing.  I want you to bed me.  As Bridgette."

Elaine was shocked.  "You want to have sex as a woman?"

"Yes.  I've been curious about it ever since I had sex with Maria. 
She took the lead role.  She put me on my back, put my dick inside 
her, then put her legs inside mine and controlled the motion, fucking 
me.  Ever since, I've been curious about what it would be like to be 
on the receiving end.  If you don't want to, I'll understand, but... 
please?"

Elaine considered it.  On the one hand, Bridgette really wasn't a 
girl, but he was cute, and he was far more feminine now (even if that 
was mostly her doing).  Finally she made a decision and asked, "Are 
you sure?"

Bridgette nodded.  Elaine took his hand and escorted him upstairs. 
Bridgette wrapped his arms around her and they kissed.  He unzipped 
her gown as she rubbed his back and buttocks.  She slid out of her 
dress and he got out of his blouse and skirt.  They removed their 
slips at the same time and embraced, standing in nothing but panties 
and bra.  They each removed the other's bra.

As soon as Bridgette saw Elaine's breasts, he leaned over and kissed 
them. placing one kiss on each nipple.  He then kissed his way down 
her stomach.  He pulled her panties down, freeing her dick.  He 
hesitated only a second before placing a kiss on its head, eliciting 
a moan of pleasure from Elaine.  Then he surprised both of them by 
sucking her dick into his mouth.  He gently sucked on her, feeling 
her swell in his mouth.

Soon he stood up and led her to the bed.  She laid him on his back 
and pulled his panties from around his pelvis, giving his dick a 
quick kiss.  She put a pillow under his ass and got between his legs. 
She pushed her dickhead past his sphincter, then said, "Last chance 
to back out."

"Do it."

She smiled, then shoved herself all the way into him.  As she waited 
for him to recuperate from her initial intrusion, she gently kissed 
his face, neck and breasts.  Soon he was returning her kisses with 
equal passion.  They moved together until they both orgasmed, Elaine 
first, with Bridgette cumming soon after.

As they lay together, Bridgette said, "That was incredible.  It was 
almost enough to make me consider not going back."

"Almost?  So you still intend on going back?"

"Yes.  Why?"

Elaine sighed.  "Well, I liked that, too, but as Brighton, I just 
don't feel that way towards you.  I like you, but..."

"You're not sexually attracted to me.  I understand."

After a few minutes, Elaine asked, "Brighton, what do you feel about 
finding that special someone?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I grew up, I always believed there was one person, one special 
somebody out there that I was destined to find and spend the rest of 
my life with."

"You think maybe me?"

"No.  I mean I like you, and the sex was fun, but even if you stayed 
as Bridgette, our relationship would never be more than good friends. 
I was just wondering if you ever felt the same."

Bridgette thought about it.  "No.  Maybe that's part of what makes me 
a guy, or maybe it was because my parents divorced even before I can 
remember, but I never was a follower of the 'happily ever after' 
camp.  I'm a practitioner of serial monogamy.  I'm with the person 
I'm with and only that person until we decide it's over, then I move 
on."

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm just fooling myself."

"Don't lose hope.  Maybe some day you will find that special someone. 
Maybe I'm fooling myself, and there really is one special person out 
there for me."

"Maybe that little redhead?"

Bridgette laughed.  "The only way that could be true would be if I 
was destined to stay Bridgette.  And the fact is, in 12 hours, 
Bridgette goes bye-bye and Brighton comes back."

"Too bad.  I think she was kind of sweet on you."

************

ONE WEEK LATER...

Brighton walked into Elaine's office at her lab.  "Elaine, there's a 
favor I need to ask."

"Sure, hun.  What's up?"

"I need to be Bridgette again."

Elaine stared at him in stunned silence.  Finally she asked, "You 
want to be a girl?"

"Not exactly.  I need to be Bridgette."

"Why?"

Brighton thought about how to explain it.  "In the business world, a 
man is expected to be in control at all times.  In order to 
accomplish that I buried all my emotions.  It gave me that control 
but it also gave me two ulcers.  And now I can feel a third one 
developing.  I wouldn't have even noticed, except during my time as 
Bridgette, I was able to cut loose and let it all out.  It was a real 
emotional release.  But now, I can feel myself getting all twisted up 
inside, and, try as I might, I just can't be as expressive as 
Brighton as I was as Bridgette.  I need to be Bridgette or I'm going 
to make myself sick doing my job."

"Okay.  I don't want you getting sick, but before I make up another 
batch, there's something you should know.  There's a side effect if 
you let the drug become permanent.  What's your blood type?"

"A positive."

"Then you can expect between two to five cup sizes of growth after 
becoming Bridgette again and letting it become permanent."

"You could give me A cups again then-"

"No, I can't.  I've basically got two versions of my solution.  With 
one, I can give a specific size, with the other you grow whatever 
size breasts you would have if you had been born female."

"So why not just use the first?"

"Because that's what I used the first time.  The reversal agent 
doesn't eliminate the APS from your system.  It just neutralizes it 
and stifles its capability to affect your body.  If I give you 
another dose of that, you'll get at least one cup size growth from 
your last cup size, which I believe was a D.  Give me a couple weeks 
and I can make a solution which gives no breast growth, but you'll 
still be a D, and that's before cup size growth from allowing it to 
become permanent."

"Any idea how big I'll be if I take the other version?"

"Depends on genetics.  What are the cup sizes of your various family 
members?  Mother, sisters, cousins and aunts, both on your mother's 
and father's side?"

"Mom has a double D, but that's after having breast fed three kids, 
and my sister has a C.  But my dad's female relatives are all pretty 
buxom.  I think the smallest is a double D and she's had no kids."

"And do you take after your mother or father?"

"Mostly after dad.  So I either take one and knowingly get double D's 
then grow two to five cup sizes more or take my chances with the 
other and possibly grow even larger than that.  Any way out of this?"

"Two ways.  One, you wait five to seven months for the old stuff to 
be flushed from your system."

"I don't think I could wait two weeks for you to create a no breast 
growth version.  Next."

"I assume you've seen that I use a rather large amount of money for 
'personal expenditures'?"

"Almost three million annually.  I was meaning to ask you about that."

"My body will reject the compound, so I have to take daily doses to 
keep from reverting.  I could do the same thing to you to prevent the 
breast growth, but I'm not sure the company can afford that."

"Not and have a research budget."  Brighton thought about it.  "Oh, 
hell with it, I'll take the one cup grower and take my chances. 
Worst case scenario, I'll be a sizable G cup."

"Okay, but what about your staff?"

"Haven't hired anyone yet.  They only know me as a name on a form, 
one B. Davis."

"Okay.  Let's go to the lab.  I've got a sample of the one cup grower 
there.  We can head back to the mansion and bring Bridgette back."

As they walked, Brighton asked, "So have you decided on Susan, yet?"

"You're just going to keep pressing that.  No, I haven't."

"There's something else before you decide."

"What?"

"I did a search for documents on her, intending to turn up her 
credentials in order to have info to use to get you to hire her.  I 
found a marriage certificate."

"Susie's married?"

"I didn't know because in the day to day commission of our jobs, I 
rarely even see her.  When I went in last Monday for the last time 
and discovered it, I asked my secretary about it.  Apparently she met 
him shortly after you disappeared.  They had a whirlwind courtship 
and were married six months later."

"Know anything about him?"

"He's a professional cook.  He's supposed to be pretty good, but he 
has a problem working with others and has been fired from 4 jobs in 
the last year."

They walked into the lab.  "Sounds like Susie got married to the wrong guy."

"Maybe, but I've found that there's rarely any profit in meddling. 
Of course, if you revealed who you were to her and restored your 
friendship, that'd be a whole other matter."

Elaine sighed.  "Enough already.  If it'll shut you up, I'll hire her 
as my lab assistant.  As for revealing who I am, we'll see."  She 
bent down and unlocked the cabinet where she kept her APS formulae. 
"Do you want oral or a shot?"

"Oral."

She got out a bottle and put it on the counter.  As she re-locked the 
cabinet, she asked, "So have you thought about living arrangements?" 
She stood up and saw Brighton downing the bottle.  She shook her head 
and said, "Silly girl."

Brighton said, "What?"  His body trembled and changed.  As his 
breasts grew out, one by one the buttons on his shirt popped loose. 
At the same time, his waist shrunk and his pants slid down his body, 
stopping on his now larger hips.  Eventually his shirt ripped open, 
exposing his breasts to the world, and his pants rested where they 
barely covered everything that modesty required they cover.

After he was finished changing, Elaine pointed out, "You wear shirts 
tight enough that an A cup stretched them.  And Bridgette has no 
clothing here.  I figured we'd go back to the mansion before you'd 
take that.  I also figured we'd stop by your condo and get whatever 
you wanted to keep from your old life.  Unless you want to try to 
explain to all your neighbors why you've changed so radically."

"Oops."

"Oops is right.  What are we going to do for clothes for you?"

"Have you gotten rid of all Bridgette's clothes?"

"Naw.  I haven't even packed them up yet."

"Well, I can put my sports coat on over this, and we can go straight 
back to your mansion.  As for living arrangements, don't you feel 
awfully lonely rattling around in that mansion all alone?"

"You want to move in with me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay.  What about your stuff?"

"I can hire a moving firm to go in and get whatever I want from my 
condo.  I just want to get back and see Maria.  I'm going to need new 
clothes anyways."

"Better wait till after you go permanent, otherwise you're going to 
have a devil of a time explaining."

"Good point.  I should be thinking of these things as well.  I've no 
idea why I'm not."

"Perhaps mister serial monogamy is in love with his little redhead 
and can't wait to see her again."

Bridgette just smiled.

************

SIX YEARS LATER...

Susan handed Elaine a beaker full of one of her concoctions.  Elaine 
had indeed hired Susan, offering her a sizable profit sharing package 
in order to entice her into joining the new firm.  Elaine still had 
yet to tell Susan of who she had once been, wanting to spare the girl 
from any possible risks.  And now, she was Elaine's top assistant.

Trouble was, she wasn't acting it today.  Elaine looked at the beaker 
and said, "I asked for the bottle of saline solution, Susan.  What's 
wrong?  You've been off your mark all day."

"It's personal.  Something between me and my husband.  I don't want 
to bother you."

"You never used to hesitate to share your problems with me."

"What are you talking about?  I barely know you.  I certainly have 
never shared my problems with you."

Elaine looked at Susan, then put the equipment she was working with 
down.  "Come with me to my office.  There's something I want to tell 
you."

Susan was mystified, but followed Elaine into the other room.  Elaine 
closed and locked the door, then said, "You have no idea who I really 
am, do you?"

"I don't..."

"A few years ago, you were working for a genius scientist who, one 
day out of the blue, came in to work in a dress, complete with name 
change."

"Yeah, her name was..."  Susan's eyes widened as what Elaine said 
sunk in.  "Elaine?  Nate?"

"You know I'm not Nate and never really was."

Susan stammered about, unable to find any words.  Finally she managed 
to get out, "You... bitch!" and slapped a very stunned Elaine across 
the face.  "You dropped me.  You abandoned me!  You ran out on me! 
You were my best friend and you just ran out!"

"It wasn't like that."

"Then why?!  Why did you leave me?!"

"You remember old Metal Head?"

"Yeah, he disappeared about the same time as you did."  Susan started 
to realize what Elaine was saying.  "You... had something to do with 
that?"

Elaine nodded.  "Jason Irons had a she-male fetish, and he took it 
out on me by blackmailing me into sex.  So when I finished the work 
on my APS system I decided to use old Metal Head as my first test 
subject.  I'm a felon, Susie.  I didn't want to put you at risk."

Susan turned away, folding her hands judgmentally across her chest. 
"You should've let me decide."

Elaine walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around Susan. 
"You're right.  I shouldn't have just shut you out.  And I shouldn't 
have run out on you.  I'm sorry."

"I... guess I understand."

Elaine kissed Susan's ear.  "Forgive me?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Now what's going on at home?"

Susan trembled then turned around and broke down in Elaine's arms. 
Elaine held her through her sobbing fit.  As she settled down, Elaine 
asked, "Ready to talk?"

Susan nodded.  "He was just so loving when we first got married, 
Elaine, but recently..."

"What happened?"

"Oliver's very good at his job, but he's very obsessive at it, too. 
As a result, no one can stand him and he kept getting fired.  The 
last time was three months ago, but he's worked at every decent place 
in town and no one will hire him.  He's spent the last three months 
sitting at home, drinking and watching pay-per-view porno flicks.  He 
really likes those ones with big breasted porn stars.  Last night, I 
came home and blew up at him, and he... threw me on the floor and 
raped me."

"Oh, hun."  Elaine pulled Susie to her and hugged her.

"Oh, god, I don't want it to be over, but I don't think I can stand 
the sight of him."

Elaine hugged her again and said, "How about we teach him a lesson 
before you break up?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I have a new version of my APS's.  It'll feed on alcohol.  The more 
alcohol he drinks, the more it affects him.  You mix up a drink.  He 
drinks it.  He becomes a she-male.  Then the more he drinks, the more 
he becomes like his favorite porn stars."

"I don't want to ruin him."

"So we teach him a lesson then give him the reversal agent before you 
leave him."

Susan smiled.  "Let's do it."

************

THE NEXT DAY...

Elaine walked into the office to a ringing phone.  She picked it up 
to hear Susie's voice on the other end.  "Elaine, I've got a problem."

"What's wrong?  Did Oliver try to do something?"

"No, he's been... meek, actually.  But... well, can I just bring him 
in and show you?"

"Sure."

"Be there in about twenty minutes."

After Elaine hung up she was assailed by doubts again.  Ever since 
Susie had left last night, she had wondered about the direction her 
life was taking.  First, she had transformed Jason into a big 
breasted she-male, then sold him off to some anonymous foreign slave 
trader.  Now she was helping Susie transform her husband into 
something similar.  And from what Susie had planned it was clear that 
she wanted to just transform him then, after making him dance to her 
tune for a while, abandon the she-male version of her husband to the 
fates.

Not that Elaine was questioning who she was transforming.  Jason had 
exploited his position with the company to put himself in a position 
where he could rape her.  And Oliver had raped his wife, simply 
because she objected to his wasting her money on booze and porn.

But this was definitely NOT where her life was supposed to be going. 
She had developed a marvelous system for reworking the body.  It 
could allow male to female transsexuals all over the world to finally 
achieve the bodies they should have been born with (assuming she 
could ever fix that swelling tissue problem).  It could possibly even 
be used for other people, the chronically overweight, those with 
genetic defects, severe burn cases.  And what was she doing with it? 
Transforming silly, macho asses into women to punish them.  As a 
woman, she didn't like the principle.  Womanhood shouldn't be a 
punishment, it should be a blessing.

"Ah, well," she thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound."  Now that 
she had started this she had to see it through to its conclusion, 
whatever that was.

She handled some work on some new compounds she was working with 
while she waited for Susie.  After about 25 minutes, she heard 
Susie's voice in the waiting area say, "Sit down and wait here!"

A few seconds later, Susie came into the room.  "So what's up?" 
Elaine asked.  "What's the problem?"

"Don't you have a security camera that you can use to see the waiting room?"

"Sure."

"Take a look at Oliver.  Or Elizabeth as I'm calling him now."

Elaine went over and punched up the waiting room on her private 
monitor.  The only person she didn't recognize was a tall blonde with 
large breasts.  "The blonde?  That's Oliver?"  Susie nodded.  "You 
certainly pumped up his breasts enough."

"I didn't do that.  He did it to himself."

"Didn't you warn him what would happen if he drank?"

Susie had a brief flash of guilt that barely showed through her 
anger.  "No.  I wanted to make him feel as bad as I did after he 
raped me.  So after I fed him your mix, I went out to get some 
clothes for him.  I wanted to take him out and pump him in front of 
everyone until his breasts exploded from his bra and blouse."

"Susie, you are becoming obsessed."

"He's my husband!"

"But it's my mixture you're punishing him with!  How were you 
planning to explain to everyone who saw it that your girlfriend 
suddenly grew multiple cup sizes in a sitting?  Susie, you put 
everything I am trying to accomplish at risk!"

Susie was stunned, clearly not having thought through the 
consequences of her actions.  "I...  I'm sorry.  I thought no one 
would notice until after it had happened, then I could just say his 
blouse was old and cheap and fell apart."  Elaine gave her an angry 
look.  "Yeah, I know.  Not a very convincing explanation, but I was 
just so angry at him."

"So why didn't you take him out anyways?"

"Because I did realize that with his new bosom, he'd attract the 
attention of every man just walking through the door.  I wouldn't 
have been able to explain it.  But I still want to hurt him.  Punish 
him for what he did to me.  I'm just not sure how without risking too 
much.  I'm not even sure I can risk staying at the apartment.  The 
neighbors will definitely talk."

"I want to talk to him.  Bring him in here."

As Susan went out and brought Oliver back into the room, Elaine took 
a seat.  Oliver was clearly ashamed, staring at the ground.  Elaine 
asked, "So, Oliver, how do you feel about being a woman?"

"I deserve this.  I realize now how much I hurt my wife and I want to 
do anything I can to earn her forgiveness, and be a proper husband 
again."

"And how long do you think that'll take?"

"I don't care."

Elaine thought about it.  "I've got a plan for you.  For both of you. 
You can't stay at your old place.  Too many people will wonder where 
Oliver went and where Elizabeth came from.  So the two of you will 
move in with me.  Oliver, I believe you're a chef?"

"Yes."

"Then in return for your room and board, you will be my chef for the 
next three months.  And if you're a good girl, at the end of that 
time, I will give you the reversal agent."

"You will?"  Elaine nodded.  "Thank you."

"Go outside.  I want to talk to Susie alone."

"Yes, ma'am."

After he left, Susie laughed.  "Imagine his surprise when he finds 
out you were lying and he'll have to spend the rest of his life as a 
she-male."

Elaine stood up and walked over to the cabinet.  "I wasn't lying. 
Whether or not you decide to stay with him, if he's good, in three 
months he gets the reversal agent."

"But...  what we discussed yesterday?"

"When we discussed it yesterday, my decision was based on a belief 
that Oliver was an unrepentant rapist.  That Oliver was anything but. 
He got drunk and made a mistake.  And although that doesn't give him 
a free ride, it does give him some credit."

"But-"

"Susie, part of me did this because, well, part of me hoped Oliver 
would be as bad as you said, and after we abandoned him, I could have 
you back.  But Oliver...  Oliver loves you, Susie.  I could tell that 
just from hearing him talk.  I won't come between a man and his wife."

"But... what if I say I don't want him anymore?  That I love you and 
always have?"

Elaine turned and smiled.  "No, you don't.  At least not in that way. 
You're my best friend, Susie, even after our long separation.  But 
the sex has always been just that, just sex, and we both know it."

"But... I HATE him."

"I once read in a philosophy book that hate is nothing more than love 
corrupted.  That the extent of hate can only be as great as the love 
you once felt.  Don't give up on Oliver yet, Susie.  He is trying to 
make it up to you."

Elaine got her purse from the cabinet, fished out her keys and tossed 
them to Susie.  "Now why don't you take Elizabeth and get "her" set 
up at home?  The number to a grocery store where I order my food as 
well as my account numbers and access codes to that grocery store are 
on a sheet of paper in the cabinet.  Let her order whatever she'd 
like and have her start getting dinner ready."  Susie grumbled a bit, 
but eventually left.
-- 
"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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