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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.

Here's part 6.

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, 
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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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******************

FOUR YEARS LATER...

Samantha had graduated Law school at the top of her class, and, as a 
graduation gift, Mistress had gotten her a job at a prestigious law 
firm.  Samantha had still not used any of her three wishes, and, so 
far, didn't see any need to.

She was just finishing up the write-up on the closing argument she 
would be using in a case she was working on, when her secretary said, 
"Miss Nevada, there's an Elaine on line one.  She won't give her last 
name."

"It's okay, April.  I'll take it.  And for heavens sake, call me Sam 
or at least Samantha, if you must be formal."

"Yes, Miss Samantha."

Samantha gave a short laugh as she picked up the phone.  "It's a 
start.  Mistress, how are you?"

"In a little bit of a pickle, Samantha.  How'd you like an all 
expenses paid trip to Las Vegas?"

"Who do I have to kill?"

Mistress laughed.  "Nothing so radical.  Susan is going up to a 
medical convention to check on some new equipment and products for 
me.  Usually I send along a lawyer to make sure that any contracts 
she needs to sign are on the up and up, but right now, all my 
regulars are busy on other things for me.  I know your specialty is 
criminal law, but could you go along for me?"

"When is it?"

"Next Wednesday."

"You lucked out.  As it turns out, I've got a couple weeks vacation 
time starting next Tuesday.  Fax the flight info to me here at the 
office and I'll meet Susan at the airport."

"Will do.  Thanks, Samantha.  You're a life saver."

"Just returning the favor you did for me."

Over the next few days, Samantha wrapped up her cases in preparation 
for her trip, then met Susan at the airport.  On the plane, a 
chartered flight, Susan mentioned, "I'm glad you're coming along, 
Samantha."

"Why's that?"

"Elizabeth and I have a rule.  No sex with anyone you can't share. 
We've made a few mistakes, picked someone we thought would be willing 
to have sex with both of us, but turned out to be not interested, but 
for the most part, we're pretty good about judging people."  She took 
Sam's hand.  "With you I know you've got nothing against being with 
both of us."

"No problem with that."  Sam leaned over and kissed Susan on the 
lips.  "Susan, how did you meet Mistress?  How did you find out about 
what she was capable of?"

"Actually, I was lovers with Elaine back when she was a guy. 
Although I didn't know it until long after I met Elaine.  When I was 
fresh out of college, I was a medical administrative assistant at a 
prestigious medical lab.  I was posted to a new up and coming young 
scientist.  I'm not giving you his name so don't ask.  This scientist 
was brilliant, and doing new things with Biochemistry that had never 
been conceived of.  We hit it off immediately and became lovers.  We 
knew even then that it wasn't anything but sex between us, but we 
were both okay with that.

"Now there was always something secretive about this scientist, not 
unusual in the world of scientific advancements, but even more so in 
his case.  Well, one Sunday he calls me up and says, 'Susan, whatever 
happens, don't be surprised at what happens tomorrow.'

"I asked what he meant by that, but he wouldn't explain.  Imagine my 
surprise when he came in the next day in a dress.  There was a bit of 
a hullabaloo over it by the executives, but Elaine, as he was calling 
himself now, pointed out that he was on contract, and his contract 
couldn't be terminated for a medical condition that didn't interfere 
with the commission of his duties.  Since "her" status as a 
Transsexual was a medical condition, being treated by a psychiatrist, 
"she" couldn't be fired for it.

"Problem was, "Elaine", as a man, was one of the most masculine 
people you could imagine, broad shoulders, tight abs, thick, muscular 
arms and legs, and even after the year of required living as a woman, 
and three years of hormone treatments, and some hefty plastic 
surgery, there was still something about her that was very masculine. 
The problem was, she knew it, and she didn't like it.  So she turned 
her knowledge of biochemistry to the problem.

"Eventually, she went to the board and proposed research into a new 
invention of hers she called APS, Aggressive Protein Strands.  If 
they worked she would be able to program the strands to migrate to 
specific points in the human body and cause the tissue to either grow 
or contract at an accelerated rate, causing radical changes to the 
body in very short periods of time.

"But, as you may have realized, sometimes, prestigious translates to 
mean stodgy and conservative, and the board was still ticked that she 
hadn't discussed her "condition" with them ahead of time.  That 
combined with the fact that the APS system she proposed was so 
radical caused them to reject her, pretty much out of hand.

"Now, during this time we had remained lovers, and to be honest, I 
had developed a taste for she-males.  But when the board turned her 
down, she suddenly became even more secretive.  I could tell she was 
really upset, but she wouldn't let me help her.  Then, one day, she 
just disappeared.  I was curious and tried to find her, but received 
no luck, and got nowhere.

"Well, over the next few years, I met my husband to be, got married, 
and got a great new offer for a job at a new lab.  It was there that 
I met Elaine as you know her.  And it's a testament to the 
effectiveness of APS that I had no idea who she used to be.  After 
about a year of working at the new lab went by, the... incident 
between me and my husband occurred."

"Elizabeth told me about it."

"Yes, well, I went into work all distraught and eventually got pulled 
into the office by Elaine.  She wanted to know what had happened.  In 
order to get me to talk, she revealed who she once was.  It was then 
that we planned the changes that would bring Elizabeth into 
existence."

"Elizabeth told me all about what happened next."

"Yes, well, can you keep a secret?"

"I'm a lawyer.  Of course I can keep a secret."  Then joking, she 
said, "You want to make this official, hand me a dollar, and you 
become my client, and anything you tell me gets attorney-client 
confidentiality."  Susan got her purse and fished out a dollar and 
handed it to Sam.  "Woah.  Serious."

"Yeah.  Lizzie told you that after she transformed, I went shopping 
for "her", then came home and was upset that she had drunk her way up 
to a D cup?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it wasn't for the reasons she thought.  I could've easily gone 
out and exchanged what I had for the larger sizes she now needed.  I 
was upset because she had ruined my plans for the evening."

"Which were?"

"I was so pissed at my husband for what he had done to me that day. 
I knew about what changes Mistress had made to the formula, and I 
intended to get my husband dressed up, take him out and fill him with 
drinks until his breasts burst from his chest in front of everybody. 
And he had beaten me to it.

"Now Lizzie considers herself kind of an evolved state of what she 
used to be.  She thinks of herself as my husband, but different.  Me? 
I consider them two totally separate people.  It's the only way I've 
got to reconcile my feelings.  You see, from the very first time we 
made love, I noticed differences in Lizzie from my husband.  She was 
kinder, gentler than he ever was, and from that first night, I loved 
Lizzie, but still hated him.  And when I found out she was an 
alcoholic, I hated him all the more for the problems he had saddled 
her with.  And when she went behind my back and asked Mistress to 
change the formula so she could break her addiction, I loved her all 
the more, for I knew my husband never would've consented to such a 
thing, much less thought of it on his own.

"But as time went on and the deadline grew closer, I became truly 
frightened that she'd allow HIM back into my life.  I knew Mistress 
wouldn't force her to remain Lizzie for the rest of her life, so I 
conspired to make it so.  That night at the restaurant I had a bottle 
of knockout drops.  I intended to tell Lizzie how I felt, that I 
didn't want her to ever be a man again.  Then, she'd be so upset with 
me that she'd look away long enough for me to spike her drink.  Then 
I'd keep her unconscious till the effect of the transformation became 
permanent.

"When she told me that she wanted the same thing, I almost dropped 
the bottle.  I realized then that my husband was dead and I was happy 
to be Lizzie's wife and lover.  And we've been happy ever since."

"That's some story.  I can see why you want to keep it quiet."

Susan nodded.  "Well, I'm going to get some sleep before we land in 
Vegas.  Thanks for letting me talk."

"No prob."  As Susan fell asleep, Sam started to work on some legal 
briefs.  She had never been able to sleep on a plane, which made it 
all the more amazing when she fell asleep.

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

A DREAM ON A PLANE...

Samantha was in the same ballroom with the same white wedding dress. 
She was a little mystified.  She hadn't had this dream since she had 
joined the law firm and moved out of Mistress's home and into a place 
of her own.  She turned to the door and waited for the strange man to 
enter.  She waited and waited, but he didn't come.

"He's not coming."  Sam turned to see Andros waiting there.  He 
pointed at the door.  "This time you have to go to him."

"Andros?"  She almost ran to him, but he shook his head, and faded 
out.  She turned back, went to the door and opened it...

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

IN VEGAS...

The flight attendant shook Sam awake.  "Excuse me, ma'am.  We'll be 
landing in about 30 minutes."

Sam sighed.  "If only it could've been 35."

"Ma'am?"

"Nothing.  Just a dream."

The attendant woke Susan and prepared for touch down.  When they 
landed, they went and checked in at the hotel.  They were in 
adjoining rooms with a connecting door.  Once Sam was finished 
unpacking, she heard a knock on the adjoining door.  She went and 
opened it to let Susan in.  So what's our agenda?"

"We've got a display of merchandise on the top floor in the ballroom 
at 6 PM.  Which leaves us 4 hours to entertain ourselves.  Any 
suggestions?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I plan on taking a shower.  Care 
to join me?"

"Sounds fun."

Susan got up and took Sam by the hand and led her into the bathroom. 
The two undressed each other, and even before they got into the 
shower Susan took Sam's breast and kissed the nipple.  Sam moaned, 
and started to stroke Susan's body.  Susan stood erect and they 
kissed, pressing breasts to breasts and cock to cunt.

Susan almost climbed onto Sam, but Sam pushed her away and stepped 
towards the shower.  "At this rate we're never even going to get wet."

Susan winked.  "So?"

As Sam stepped into the shower, she said, "Flirt.  You weren't 
running around all day getting ready for the flight.  Now you going 
to help me get clean, or just stand there looking cute?"

Susan joined her in the shower as Sam started the water.  She got 
behind Sam and took her breasts in hand.  She pulled Sam to her and 
rubbed her own breasts against Sam's back.  Sam moaned and rubbed her 
butt against Susan's pelvis.  Susan, not even realizing what she was 
doing, unconsciously humped her hips against Sam's, as though she 
were currently wearing her dildo.  She kissed Sam's neck and nibbled 
her ear as she reached down and took Sam's dick in hand.  As Sam got 
her dick stroked, she pumped her hips into Susan's hand, accentuating 
the feelings.  Finally Sam turned around and pressed Susan against 
the wall.  She kissed Susan as she pressed her dick into Susan's 
cunt.  Susan lifted her legs and wrapped them around Sam's hips. 
They moved together in the shower until they came together.

After they were finished, they actually took the time to clean each 
other before going into their separate rooms (they both admitted that 
the other was too much temptation for them to get ready in the same 
room) and got dressed.

They went downstairs and had dinner before heading up to the 
convention.  When they entered, Sam stopped.  "What is it?" Susan 
asked.

"I don't know.  There's just something... familiar about this place."

"What?"

"Haven't the foggiest.  I've never been here before."  Sam shrugged. 
"Oh, well, this is a working vacation.  Let's get to work."

They started to check out displays, seeing if there was anything 
Mistress could use at her private clinic or in her lab.  At one 
point, Susan turned to see Sam staring at something.  She looked to 
try to see, but only saw a group of the men who owned the businesses 
whose products they were checking out.  She walked over to the 
dumbstruck girl, and said, "What's so interesting?" but Sam didn't 
even reply.  Susan snapped her fingers in front of Sam's face, and 
said, "Earth to Sam, Earth to Sam, come in, Sam," but Sam didn't even 
respond.  Susan slapped Sam's face lightly, but when she got no 
response, decided to take drastic action, and reached down and 
tweaked Sam's nipple.

Sam's hand went to her breast as she said, "OW!" and came out of her daze.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.  What'd you do that for?"

"Well everything else, including slapping your face, didn't work so 
it was either that or slug you.  What's so interesting?"

She pointed to the group of business owners.  "That man, the young 
one, who is he?"

"That's James Smith.  He's a cutie, isn't he?  He owns a small 
medical supply business.  Even works in the same city as Elaine. 
Most of his stuff is pretty good, but he doesn't deal in the rare 
supplies Elaine needs, so I've never done business with him.  Why the 
interest?"

"He's...  He's the strange man from my dream."

"Your dream?"

"The one where I'm in a wedding dress, in a ballroom.  In fact, this 
is the very ballroom.  I didn't recognize it at first because of all 
the people and tables, but this is definitely the place."

"So this is the guy you're supposed to marry?  I hate to say it, but 
forget it, sister girlfriend."

"Why?"

"Because back when I first met him, I decided to scope him out to see 
if he'd be a good choice for a sexual partner.  Truth is, he's a bit 
of a flirt, and something of a low level cad, nothing really serious. 
But, more importantly, his view of she-males is, as he put it, 
'interesting and some are even mildly attractive, but too disturbing 
to even consider.'"

"Oh."  Sam was deflated.  Could her dream have been wrong?  Could her 
dream have been just a dream?  If it was, why did she include Andros? 
And why did she even dream of a real man and this real place?

She was still in a confusion as she bumped right into something. 
"Oh, excuse me," she said.  She looked up into the face of who she 
had bumped into.  It was him!

"No problem," James Smith said.  "The day I object to someone as 
beautiful as you bumping into me is the day I need to be buried six 
feet under."  James took her hand and kissed it.  "My name is James. 
James Smith."

Sam found herself blushing like a schoolgirl.  "Samantha.  Samantha 
Nevada.  My friends call me Sam."

"Well, may I have the privilege?"

"I think I should get to know you first."

"Would you allow me to buy you dinner then?  Just to get to know you, 
of course."

"Sure."

"Meet you in the dining room at 9?"

"See you then."

As he walked away, Susan came up.  "What was that about?"

"I've got a dinner date."

"Sam, I told you how he felt!  How could you make an appointment with him?"

Sam sighed.  "I just couldn't say no."

That night, Sam and James met for dinner, and she had a wonderful 
time.  When he left her at the door to her room, he didn't even make 
some lame attempt to get himself invited in.  She went in and 
collapsed on the bed.

"So?" Susan asked from the adjoining doorway.  "How'd it go?"

"He was wonderful.  Andros didn't even make me feel this way. 
Maybe... Maybe you were wrong.  Maybe he just never met a she-male 
before, and that's why he feels like he does."

"Yeah, and what if I'm right?"

"Why are you saying these things to me?"

"Because I've seen what happens when the girls reveal themselves to 
the wrong people.  If I'm right and you're lucky, he'll just drop you 
like a hot stone.  If you're not, he may beat you...  Possibly even 
kill you.  Mistress would punish him for that.  But it wouldn't bring 
you back."

Sam turned away from her.  "Leave me alone!"

Susan walked up and kissed Sam on the cheek.  "I'm sorry, hun.  Maybe 
you are right and he can handle it.  Just think long and hard and get 
to know him real well before you reveal yourself to him."  Susan then 
returned to her own room.

Over the remainder of the trip, Sam got to know James well, and, 
unfortunately, she had to admit that Susan was right and it probably 
wouldn't be wise to let him know her secret.  He wouldn't have become 
violent, but he would've left her had he known.  Once he found out 
she lived in the same city as he did, however, he didn't even press 
for sex, and asked her to be his steady girlfriend.  She accepted, 
but knew she'd have to do something about her... little extra before 
they could go any further.

When she got back, she went straight to Mistress and said, "I have my 
first wish."

"What is it?"

"I want a cunt."

Mistress looked long and hard at her.  "If that's what you want.  I 
don't have any biochemical mixtures for that purpose, but I can 
easily afford the more conventional means.  But before I do, if I may 
ask, why?"

"There's this guy I met..."

Mistress shook her head. "Oh, hun, you're making a mistake.  If this 
were what you wanted for you, I'd say fine, but no good can come from 
changing yourself for someone else."

"This is what I want!  If you're not going to do it..."

"I didn't say no.  Just think about it.  Okay?  Take a week, if you 
still want the operation, then I'll pay for it."

One week later, Sam still wanted the operation, so Mistress paid for 
it.  She spent the recovery time for the operation in Mistress's home 
(she told James she was out of town on a business trip) being 
dutifully attended by the girls in general, but mostly by Linda in 
specific.  After she had fully recovered, she was standing nude in 
front of the mirror, looking at the results, when Linda came in.  Sam 
turned to face her.  "So?  How do I look?"

"Very pretty."

"You don't sound too enthusiastic."

"Oh, don't get me wrong.  You're still the most beautiful thing I've 
ever seen.  But I think you looked a lot prettier with your dick.  It 
was... I don't know... right for you."

Sam turned back to the mirror.  "Well, this is the new me, so you 
better get used to it."

Linda came up behind her and kissed her neck while rubbing her hips. 
"I think I could get used to it a lot faster, if you'd share."

"Why you little flirt."

"Do you mind?"

"Well, I was kind of planning to share it with James first, but I 
don't suppose it'd hurt to take it for a test run."  Sam turned, 
wrapped her arms around Linda's neck and kissed her.  Linda took Sam 
in her arms and kissed her back.  Sam pushed Linda back and onto the 
bed, flipped Linda's skirt up, pulled down her panties and climbed up 
on top of her.  Linda used her hands to stroke Sam's body, as Sam 
lowered herself onto Linda's already hard dick.

They moved together until Linda asked, "So, how does it feel to get 
fucked in the cunt rather than the ass?"

"Oh, it feels exquisite.  The sensations...  The..."  Suddenly Sam 
screamed in pain and fell over.

"What?  What's wrong?"

Through tears, Sam replied, "My cunt!  My entire crotch!  It feels 
like it's on fire!"

"What can I do?"

"Go... get... Mistress."

Linda was off like a shot.  She returned with Mistress only a few 
moments later, but by then Sam was on the floor.  She no longer 
seemed to be in pain, but was crying freely.

Mistress came over and put her arm around Sam's shoulder.  "Sam, 
honey, what's wrong?"

Sam turned and buried her head in Mistress's shoulder.  "It's back. 
It's back."

Mistress was about to ask what it was, when she felt something brush 
her thigh.  Looking down between Sam's legs, she saw Sam's dick, not 
only back, but about an inch longer than it used to be.

Mistress picked Sam up and put her in her bed.  "Linda, get me my medical bag."

"Mistress, she seems so distraught.  Couldn't this wait till morning?"

Mistress grew angry.  "Linda, if I am to fix this, I will need blood 
samples to check, and the longer we wait the more likely I am to lose 
whatever in her blood caused this reversion!  Now get me my bag!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Linda ran off and quickly returned with Mistress's medical bag. 
Mistress drew some of Sam's blood, and carefully packed the samples 
away.  "Linda, stay with her tonight.  I'll be in my lab if an 
emergency arises."

"Yes, ma'am."

Linda sat beside Sam and held her until Sam cried herself to sleep.

The next day Sam met Mistress in the lab.  "Mistress, do you have an 
answer for me?  Why is my cock back?"

"I have an answer, but it's not promising.  It seems that your 
testicles are inundated with the same chemical that changed you."

"I thought you said that my brain was the center of production in my 
body for those chemicals."

"It is, which is part of the problem.  When you get sexually excited, 
your brain sends signals to the cock that it thinks is supposed to be 
there.  Not finding either cock or the APS that it knows is supposed 
to be there, it uses the other chemicals in your body to... rebuild 
the area."

"So I don't have a choice?  I've got to live with this thing for the 
rest of my life?"

"I will work on a biochemical solution, but I don't know if I can 
find a solution."

Sam almost broke down in tears as she said, "Thanks."

Over the next few months, Mistress did work on a solution, but every 
time she managed to achieve success, it was only temporary.  And 
every time Sam's cock came back, it was bigger than before.  The 
worst part was, James was pressing her to go further with their 
relationship, i.e. he wanted to have sex with her.

Finally, when she was up to 12" of cock, Mistress gave her the bad 
news.  "I'm sorry, Sam, there's nothing I can do.  Your body has just 
adapted too firmly to the chemicals.  There's no way I can give you a 
working cunt."

"No way at all?"

"Well..."

"What?  I'll do anything."

"I don't think you will.  I can place biochemical blockers on your 
sex drive.  Since you revert if you get excited, the blockers prevent 
you from getting excited.  You'll never experience orgasm, or any 
kind of sexual excitement again."

"Never?"

"Never."

Sam gulped.  Not really a tenable solution.  "Any other solutions?"

"Just one.  Even more untenable than the last."

"I find that hard to believe."

Mistress smiled.  "I can perform a total biochemical purge on you. 
It'll allow your body to accept the new chemicals, but it'll also 
mean a reversion to Samuel."

"Couldn't you change me to Samuel, change my cock to a cunt then 
change me back?"

"It's possible, but my tests show a 93% likelihood that you'll have 
developed a toxic resistance.  More transformation chemicals just 
won't work on you if you revert."

"Great.  So I've got a choice of spending my life as a man with a 
cunt or a girl with a dick?"

"Yes.  I'm sorry.  I know it's no consolation, but since I wasn't 
able to grant your wish, you get it back."

"You're right," Sam said, as she walked from the room.  "It's no consolation."

Sam felt that her day couldn't get worse, but she was wrong.  James 
took her to a restaurant for dinner, and dropped the bomb.  "Sam, 
we've been going out for months, and I've tried to be as polite about 
this as possible, but you don't seem to be getting it.  In fact, I 
think you've been purposefully dodging me on  the issue.  So, now I'm 
just going to say it flat out.  I want to take our relationship to 
the next level.  I want to have sex with you.  So either we leave 
here and go somewhere to have sex, or we leave here and go our 
separate ways."

Sam was momentarily rendered speechless.  "Could...  Could you wait a 
day or two?"  She couldn't believe it.  She was actually considering 
having Mistress use her biochemical blockers.

"I'm sorry, no."

Sam could feel the tears coming to her eyes.  "So...  So that's it? 
How we feel about each other...  How you make me feel...  How I make 
you feel...  None of it matters?"

"You think this is easy for me?  It's no easier being rebuffed by you 
every time the subject comes up.  I want you...  I... love you.  But 
if you don't care enough to share yourself, then... it's over."

"Please!  Can't you just wait one day?!"

"No.  Look, you've told me you've had sex with others.  You know how 
that makes me feel?  Knowing there's someone, perhaps many someones 
out there that you've shared that special intimacy with, but not with 
me?"

"Please?!"

"Sorry.  Anything other than tonight is just too little, too late."

The tears ran down her face, as she yelled, "Bastard!" slapped James, 
and stormed out of the restaurant.  As she got into her car, she 
turned to see James staring after her, but as soon as he saw her 
noticing him, he turned his head away.  She then proceeded to go 
right home and cry herself to sleep.

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

A DREAM OF A SOLUTION...

Sam was back in the ballroom, in her wedding dress.  She turned to 
the door and in walked James.  Despite the fact that Sam was none too 
pleased with James, her dream self played out the fantasy.  He asked 
her to dance, they danced, he placed her on a table, dropped her 
panties, and fucked her.  Finally he whispered in her ear, "I love 
you."

Previously this was the point at which the dream ended, but this time 
Sam said, "Prove it."

James stepped back, closed his eyes, and changed.  His waist 
contracted while his hips widened.  His chest expanded and continued 
to expand until his shirt ripped open, and out spilled two breasts, 
breasts even larger than her own.  James dropped his (her?) pants, 
helped Sam from the table and took her place.  Sam moved up between 
James's legs, placed her dick at his ass and slowly fucked him till 
they came together.

 From behind her, Sam heard Andros's voice say, "I told you that he'd 
need some help."

Sam turned around and faced Andros, after she did the he-she behind 
her wrapped his/her legs and arms around Sam, and rested his/her head 
on Sam's shoulder.  Sam said, "But, Andros, you said we'd be husband 
and wife.  If this is the only way we can be together, how can that 
be?"

Andros just smiled as Sam felt the arms and legs of James shift 
around her.  She felt James's very male lips kiss her.  James said, 
"Ask Mistress about TX-3137.  Help make Tracie a reality.  Help bring 
us back together."

Sam turned, and saw James, male again, smile and fade from view.  She 
turned back to Andros, but he too was gone.

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

THE NEXT DAY...

Sam woke up, and sat up in bed.  She thought about the dream, and 
decided to take a chance, and try to make it reality.  It was a big 
chance, the transformation to womanhood could be a life changing 
experience, she knew, and the new... Tracie could be incompatible 
with Sam.

She got up, showered, dressed, and went to Mistress.  "Mistress, I 
have a replacement for my first wish."

"Yes?"

"I want you to use your special formulas on James."

"Okay, but any particular reason?"  Sam explained what had happened 
the night before.  "Well it sounds like a suitable reason.  But you 
realize, even if he learns his lesson, he may never forgive you for 
what you've done."

"Well, I've been thinking about that.  Is there a way you can make it 
so he can be shifted between male and female forms at someone else's 
command?"

Mistress looked at Sam suspiciously.  "Perhaps."

"What about formula TX-3137?"

"How did you know about that?"  Sam told her about the dream. 
"Strange, but it explains a lot."

"What do you mean?"

"The reason I selected you.  It came to me in a dream.  An image of 
you, where I could get information on you, who you were, and what I 
needed to do to you."

"It looks like Andros has been looking out for me for a while."

"Perhaps.  As a transsexual, I know there's something more than a 
body.  But those discussions are best left to Sunday school or a 
philosophy class."

"But what about TX-3137?"

"If it works, it will do as you say.  It will allow the subject to be 
transformed by the command of another.  It'll even allow a series of 
preprogrammed commands that will cause the subject to follow required 
behaviors.  But..."

"But what?"

"I've never tried it on a human subject.  There's no guaranteeing its 
efficacy."

"I'm willing to risk it."

Mistress just smiled.

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

TWO DAYS LATER...

James Smith was jogging through the park one day when two men jumped 
him.  Now James was an athletic sort, a man who enjoyed working out, 
but these men clearly knew what they were doing and James was 
unconscious before he knew what was happening...
-- 
"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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