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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 1

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 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

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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BIOCHEMISTRY

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.

He woke up later.  He had no idea how much later.  He fought through a haze,
his mouth pasty from some kind of drug.  He tried to move his arms and legs,
but they were restrained somehow, and much more securely than he could ever
hope to break.

As he moved about he became aware of an uncomfortable chill on his body.
Not so much cold, but cooler than he was used to.  Then he identified the
sensation.  He wasn't wearing any clothes!

Then he heard a voice saying, "Oh, good, you're awake."

James opened his eyes and saw a beautiful lady standing over him.  "Who are
you?  Why am I here?"

"All in due time."  The lady checked his forehead with her hand, then
checked his pulse.  "Well, you seem back to normal.  At least as far as my
little experiment requires."

"Experiment?  What experiment?  I didn't volunteer for any experiment."

"Exactly."  The woman walked over to a cabinet and got out a vial of
something that looked like medicine.  "You see, this compound I developed
causes certain changes in the body of the recipient.  But it also seems to
be keyed to desire.  The more the person wants the changes, the faster the
changes occur.  So I need to test the compound on someone who doesn't want
the changes to occur."

James started struggling against his bonds.  "You're crazy!"

"Perhaps."  The woman got a syringe out of a drawer and started filling it
from the vial.  "And you might as well stop struggling.  It's irrelevant
whether this enters a blood vessel or muscle, and muscle is much more
painful for you."

The woman took a cotton ball, soaked it from a bottle of something, and
swabbed James' arm.  James continued to struggle as the woman pierced his
skin and depressed the plunger on the syringe.  James felt woozy and his
world started to swim.  Soon James was unconscious once more.

When he awoke, James was lying on his bed, back at home.  At first he
thought it had all been a bad dream, until he moved his arm, and the spot
where he had been injected throbbed in pain.  It hadn't been a dream!  James
first thought was that he had to go see a doctor.  He went in, took a quick
shower, toweled off (strangely his nipples seemed overly sensitive) and came
out to get dressed.  Then he received another shock.  All his own clothes
had been taken and replaced.  Replaced, not with male clothes, but with
women's clothes!

In his drawers, where his boxers once were, now were panties.  His
undershirts had been replaced with a collection of bras and slips.  His
pants were now skirts; his shirts, blouses; and his socks were now
stockings.  And the process had been repeated in his closet.  Instead of
formal suits and nice shirts, now there were dresses.  And his shoes had now
been replaced with girls' shoes.  And on the closet shelves were a
collection of wigs.  About twelve, all different colors and styles, but all
were unmistakably feminine in appearance.  Even the one that was a brunette
pageboy cut had just enough of a curl to betray it as a very womanly style.

What was he going to do?  All his friends were out of town for the holidays.
  Maybe he could call his ex-girlfriend.  No, that wasn't really an option.
Their break-up had been particularly harsh.  James had dumped her because he
had wanted to get into her pants and she was totally resistant to the idea.

Just as he was about to break down and try to call her, the phone rang.
"Hello?"

The voice on the other end, an unfamiliar female, said, "Hi, hun.  How are
you feeling?"

"Who is this?"

"Why, darling, you don't remember me?  I thought for sure that the pain in
your arm would remind you."

Then James identified the voice.  "You!  The insane woman with the needle!
What'd you do to me?  Are you responsible for my missing clothes?"

"Insane?  That's no way to talk to a lady."

"Lady?  You're no lady!"

"Well, if you're going to get insulting."  The phone clicked and James heard
the familiar sound of a dial-tone.  He tried to *-69 her, but all he got was
a telephone recording saying that the person he was trying to reach was
unavailable through *-69.  James slammed the receiver down angrily.

James fumed and walked around the room for a while, until the feeling in his
chest got to the point of being annoying.  He reached up and scratched, but
as he scratched his nipple, a wave of pleasure consumed him, causing his
dick to twitch and his knees to nearly buckle.  He looked down and saw a
curve to his chest that he had never noticed before.  He rushed into the
bathroom and looked in the mirror, and what he saw scared him senseless.  He
had tits!  Nothing to speak of, no more than an A cup.  Something he
probably wouldn't have noticed, if he hadn't kept his chest and abs so flat
and tight.

As he stood there dumbfounded, the animal portion of his brain (which, James
was the first to admit, ran too much of his life) was getting thoroughly
turned on.  That portion of his brain was too stupid to realize that, not
only were these tits not supposed to be here, but had not been here only a
few hours before.  That portion of his brain only knew that looking at tits
was exciting, and looking at naked tits was even more exciting, and here was
a pair of naked tits for him to ogle and fondle.  James was even more
shocked when that animal hind-brain started envisioning even larger tits
hanging from his chest (after all, since looking at naked tits was so
exciting, looking at naked BIG tits would be that much more exciting).

James was still somewhat dumbfounded as his hands seemed to move of their
own volition up to his nipples and started stroking.  James nearly lost
himself to the pleasure, until his hands slammed down and grabbed the sink
in an attempt to keep himself from falling to the floor when his knees
buckled from the pleasure.

James wondered what was going on.  He had never had problems with standing
while being excited before.  In fact, one of his favorite pleasures was
walking around while a woman was impaled on his dick.  James had little
chance to think about it as his desire to play with his own nipples
increased by the second.  He walked back to the bedroom and lay down on the
bed.  Almost as soon as he was on his back, his hands found his nipples and
started stroking and rubbing them again.  Once more the waves of pleasure
coursed through his body, causing him to feel weak with desire.  Soon,
without having ever touched his dick, James was spraying his seed all over
himself.

Now, normally, once he had cum, James was wasted, and usually fell asleep
soon thereafter.  But this time, his first cum only paved the way for more
fondling, and soon, he was spraying a second, and even a third time before
his animal needs were finally satiated.  After he was finished, he lay on
the bed thinking, "If this is anything like what ladies experience, it's no
wonder they like having their tits stroked."

James looked at the clock.  He had spent almost a half hour playing with
himself.  He then looked at his tits (the phrase "his tits" still shocking
him).  Were they bigger now?  He got up and ran to the bathroom, his tits
bouncing on his chest.  After a quick glance in the mirror, he confirmed it.
  Yes, his tits were bigger.  About a B cup now, if his guess was correct.

As he fought down the urge to start playing with himself, he walked to the
bed and sat down on it.  Over the next half hour he could actually see his
tits growing in size.  When they were at C cup, the phone rang.

The voice on the other end, the same one as before, asked, "Are you ready to
be more civil now?"

Contritely, James asked, "Please, why are you doing this to me?"

"From your tone, I'd say the answer is yes."  The woman laughed.

"Please, why me?"

"Oh, dearie, you haven't earned your answers yet.  I want you to get dressed
and meet me at the restaurant on 3rd and H, the little bistro with the
outdoor tables."

"I can't go out like this."

"Of course, ultimately, that's your choice.  But if you don't meet me,
you'll never have any chance of getting the reversal agent."

"You can change me back?"

"Yes, but you have to meet me at the restaurant."

"Uhm, I'll see you there, I guess."

Without another word, the phone went dead.  James hung up the phone and went
to the closet.  He grabbed a dress that looked like it might fit and put it
on.  He might have to wear these things, but there was no way he was going
to put on lingerie.  As he brushed his hair into a more unisex style so as
not to draw attention, the dress started feeling tighter and tighter around
his new bosom  And when he stood up, he heard a ripping sound and his new
D-cup tits fell out of the ripped dress.

"Oh my god!" he thought, "These things are still growing!"

As he sat on the edge of the bed wondering what he was going to do, the
phone rang again.  He quickly grabbed it.  "Hello?"

"What's wrong, hun?  Having troubles?"

"My...  These tits!  They keep growing!"

"Well, haven't you put on any lingerie yet?"

"I... I didn't want...  I didn't think..."

"You didn't want to put on women's lingerie."

"Yes."

James could almost hear the woman smile over the phone.  "The lingerie has
been treated with a special multi-component compound which will stop the
changes in your body.  You will need a bra, panties, and a slip, either half
or full will do.  Now don't tarry.  I don't intend to wait forever."  The
phone then once more went dead.

James hung up and ran to the dresser.  He got into his drawer and looked
through the bras, and what he saw scared him more than anything else yet
today.  There was one and only one size of bra starting at A (now far too
small), up through D (his current size), then up to DDD and beyond.  Below
the bra marked DDD were six bras, each one larger than the last.  None of
those had a size marking, and, judging from the stitching, were all custom
made.  He picked up the largest size, and thought to himself, "Am I ever
going to need this?"

After a few seconds, James snapped out of his reverie, and grabbed the D cup
and, after a little trouble with the clasp in back, put it on.  As he
grabbed a pair of panties and put them on, he could feel his tits start to
push outwards against the fabric.  He grabbed a full slip and put it on.  As
soon as the fabric rubbed over his body, he could feel the pressure start to
lessen.

Then he stopped and thought about the panties.  Like most women's garments
(at least those that went over the hips) it was narrower at the elastic than
around the middle to accommodate women's wider hips.  The panties should've
been pinching him at the waist, but instead, they were oddly... comfortable.
  James rushed to the mirror and looked into it.  Then he saw it.  With all
his attention on his new tits, James had failed to notice that his waist had
shrunk, and his hips had expanded.  James got the tape measure from his
sewing kit (James used to think of sewing as unmanly until a friend in the
Marines had explained that, in the Marines, many men learned to sew, just in
case their uniform ripped and they had neither a woman available nor a spare
uniform) and checked himself.  He used to have a trim, athletic, 34" waist.
Now, his waist was still trim and athletic, but only measured 26".  His hips
were now a wide 36".  He had no idea what they used to be; he had never
measured them before.  If he had had any idea how, he would've measured his
bust, but like most men, his skill in judging bra sizes was based solely on
looking and guessing.

He stood there looking at his new feminine frame for a while, until the
phone rang.  "Hello?"

"Where are you?  I don't like to be kept waiting."

James was about to say something nasty, but bit it back, instead choosing
feigned flattery, "I was just looking at myself in the mirror and admiring
your handiwork."

The woman laughed.  "Okay, I'll pretend you meant that, and forgive you.
This time.  But hurry.  I won't wait forever."  The phone clicked.

James hung up, and got a new dress out of the closet and put it on.  He put
on a pair of shoes (lowest heels possible), at first deciding to skip
stockings, until the tight shoes started irritating his feet, after which he
quickly put on a pair.

After getting dressed, he took a quick look in the mirror (the animal
portion of his brain thinking, "I want her") and went downstairs.  Normally,
when James came in, he tossed his keys into a dish he left on an end-table
near the door, but now, the dish was missing, replaced by a small purse.
James took the purse and looked inside.  It contained a small collection of
make-up (no way was he wearing that), a set of keys (it contained his house
keys, and a set of new car keys, but not his business keys or his old car
keys), and a wallet.  In the wallet was a driver's license, and a small
collection of credit cards, all made out to "Tracie Smith".  The driver's
license even had a picture of him with long, blonde hair, making James
remember he had skipped the wig (purposefully).

James went outside.  His car (a new sports car with professionally tinted
windows) was gone, replaced by a sports convertible that made his own car
look like some low-class hooptie.  He got in and tried the new keys, which
unsurprisingly worked.  He tried to raise the roof, which, just as
unsurprisingly, didn't work.  He drove off to the restaurant and gave the
keys to a valet.  He looked around and saw the woman he remembered sitting
at an outside table, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper.  He rushed over
to the table and said, "Okay, here I am.  Where's the reversal agent?"

Ignoring his question, the woman said, "Oh, good, you came."  She looked up
at him.  "Oh, no, this won't do.  You must wear a wig when you come back
tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

She folded up her newspaper.  "Yes.  I've waited long enough.  I'll meet you
here tomorrow at noon."

As she started to stand, James put his hand on her shoulder and forced her
back down.  "You can't-"

The woman interrupted him with a single word, "Obedience."

Suddenly, James was on his knees before her, his hands placed demurely on
his lap.  And, try as he might, he couldn't rise.  In fact, he couldn't move
anything but his eyes and mouth.  "What's-"

"Happening?  Surely you didn't think I wouldn't be prepared for attempted
force?  The compound I injected you with contained specially engineered
protein compounds designed to attach themselves to your brain.  When I say
certain key words, you will perform certain actions, regardless of whether
you want to or not. Now, tomorrow, you will show up in a wig."  The woman
stood.  "And, for heaven's sake, shave those legs."  As she walked away, she
said, "Release," and James found he could move again.

James got up, and quickly ran back and got the car.  He drove home, got out
of the shoes, stockings, and dress (he was afraid to remove the lingerie, in
case the growth might restart).  He spent the rest of the evening watching
TV, eating a light meal, and playing with his tits through the bra.

Early next morning, he was awaken earlier than normal by an intense feeling
of constriction in his tits.  He sat up, took off his slip, and removed his
bra.  As he unclasped the bra, his tits practically spilled out of the bra.
He went to the drawer and got out the DD bra and put it on.  It fit
perfectly.

The phone rang.  "Hello?"

"Hello, hun.  Just calling to remind you about our appointment at noon."

"My tits.  They're growing again"

"Of course they are.  Just put on new lingerie."

"But you said the lingerie would stop the changes."

"But I didn't say for how long.  Just put on some new lingerie and the
changes will stop again.  At least for a while."  The phone clicked and
James got some new panties and a new slip, this time deciding on the
half-slip.  He went into the bathroom, shaved his legs (no sense
antagonizing the woman), then got dressed in a blouse and skirt.  He then
got the brunette wig with the short page boy cut and put it on, being
careful to tuck all his hair under the wig.  He waited around till a little
before noon, then drove to the restaurant.

The woman was waiting at the same table.  He ran over to her.  "Please may I
now have the reversal agent?"

The woman gave him the once over.  "No make-up?  We'll try again tomorrow."

As she rose, James begged, "Please?"

"Yes?"

"My... tits."

"They are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Please..."  James leaned in and whispered, "I don't want them to get any
bigger."

"I thought men liked really big tits."

"Pleeease"

"Oh, quit whining.  I'll send you something later today."  The woman then
walked from the restaurant.

James briefly considered following her, but figured she probably had that
aspect covered as well.  Dejected he drove home, sat on the couch and
waited.  He got so distraught waiting that he was unable to eat or even play
with himself all evening.  It got very late and James figured the woman had
forgotten him (or purposefully refused to send anything) and he'd have to
resign himself to a day of DDD tits when the doorbell rang.  James went to
the door and looked through the peephole.  It was a delivery man from the
Global Delivery System.  He cleared his throat and said through the door,
"Who is it?"

"GDS, ma'am.  I have a delivery for a Tracie Smith."

James opened the door and took the package, almost forgetting and signing
James instead of Tracie.  After signing he looked up and saw the man ogling
him.  James blushed then went for some money, briefly forgetting he had no
pockets on his skirt.  Blushing as he returned the clipboard, he said, "Let
me get my purse for your tip."

The man caught James hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it.  "That's
quite all right, ma'am.  A glimpse of your beauty is tip enough."  Then the
man returned to his truck and drove off, leaving a confused James standing
in the doorway.

James had been embarrassed by the man's kiss.  But strangely, also a little
flattered.  And that also embarrassed James, after all, would the man have
kissed him if he had known what lay inside James panties?  Not that James
could fault the man.  James himself had to fight to keep his dick from being
noticeable every time he saw himself in a mirror.

James went inside and closed the door.  He was about to tear into the
package when he remembered something.  Before James had opened the door,
before the delivery man had seen him, the GDS employee had referred to him
as "ma'am", after only having heard his voice!  James tried saying a few
words to the air.  His voice didn't sound any different.  James got a tape
recorder and recorded his voice.  When he played it back, he was amazed.
The voice coming out of the tiny speaker sounded like a woman's!  Perhaps a
little deeper and huskier than most, but definitely a woman's.

James wondered how deeply the changes went, and, just to reassure himself,
grabbed at his crotch to make sure his dick was still there.  Content that
it was, James went and opened the package.  Inside was a sexy teddy, a sheer
nightie (that was little more than a see-through robe), a new set of
lingerie, and a note which read:

"Good evening, hun,

"I know I sent this stuff a little early,"  Early?  It was almost time for
James to go to bed.  "but I felt I had to warn you about something."  Oh,
great, what now?  "I noticed you were smelling a little ripe when you came
to the restaurant today, and guessed that it probably came from a lack of
showering.  At first I was angry, but then I realized that you were probably
afraid to shower for fear that you'd wash off the chemicals and start
growing again.  Well, fear not.  It takes only fifteen minutes for the
chemicals to soak in.  So I want you smelling fresh as a rose when I see you
tomorrow.

"And speaking of the chemicals, the teddy and nightie are for tonight, and
the lingerie is for tomorrow.  See you at noon.

"Mistress

"P.S.  I suggest you make a real effort to appear as womanly as possible
tomorrow, unless you want a set of DDD's.  I won't be messengering you any
more treated underwear."

James smelled his underarms.  Whew!  Ripe was putting it mildly.  He stank.
He realized that he hadn't showered since before all this started, and he
had been jogging when originally nabbed.  In truth, he hadn't been thinking
about showering because he was otherwise occupied, but now that he noticed
it, he went straight upstairs, got undressed and got into the shower.

He soaped up, shampooed and rinsed off.  As he rinsed, he rubbed his tits
(Gawd, how he was amazed to think that to himself) and felt the now familiar
surge of pleasure rush through his body.  He rubbed himself and felt his
cock starting to grow rock hard.  He continued to fondle his tits until he
was spraying cum in the shower, once again never having touched his cock.
As he stepped from the shower, he was amazed that he hadn't collapsed as he
had every other time he had tried to play with his tits while standing.  Was
it some further change from the compound, or (more scarily) was he just
getting used to having a pair of tits on his chest?

He went to the bed, changed the sheets (not wanting to chance getting sweaty
from the last few days of playing with himself in bed).  Then he got the
teddy and panties, and got into them, amazed at how much he loved the
feeling of the silky fabric on his skin.  As he climbed into bed, he noticed
a distinctive difference about his new clothing.  He had gotten used to
wearing a bra, gotten used to the support it provided, support that the
teddy did not provide.  As he tried to get comfortable, his tits rubbed the
inside of his teddy, once again giving him a raging hard-on.  Finally, he
could stand it no longer, unsnapped the base of the teddy, pulled down his
panties, and started playing with himself.

Trouble was, he couldn't get himself to cum.  No matter how fast he pumped,
he couldn't get himself to go over that final edge.  Finally, he took his
free hand and started playing with his tit.  Almost immediately, he started
spraying into the air.  Once again, once wasn't enough, and he played with
himself until he had gone through three more orgasms, finally falling asleep
in his own cum.

He woke up the next morning, got undressed and showered (figuring that dried
cum would probably provide the woman with an excuse to send him home again).
  He got out of the shower (resisting the urge to play with himself again),
toweled off, and got into his lingerie.  He then sat in front of the mirror
in his room and carefully applied make-up.  After that, he got into his
dress, stockings, wig (deciding on the shoulder-length blonde this time),
and shoes, finally realizing why women took so long getting dressed.

After he finished, he looked in the mirror, amazed at what looked back at
him.  All he saw was a woman, and a woman who was an incredible babe, too.
He felt his dick stirring in his panties and quickly looked away.  Shortly
before noon, he drove to the restaurant, finding the lady at the usual
table.  He walked up, took a chance and curtsied, and asked, "Do I meet with
your approval?"

The woman looked him up and down, smiled, and said, "Yes.  You make a lovely
woman."  She stood up, handed James a business card and said, "Meet me here.
  Present this card to the receptionist."  Then she walked away.

James walked as quickly as he could (running was impossible, even in the low
heels he had selected) to the car.  He then looked at the card.  On it was
an address to a private clinic.  He was unfamiliar with the clinic, but it's
address was in the richest part of town.

As he drove through that particular area, he realized why the woman could
afford to loan him a super-expensive sports car.  Not a single house in this
part of town would go for less than $500,000.  In fact, just driving a car
that cost less than $40,000 would probably have gotten him pulled over by
the rent-a-cops who patrolled this suburb.

James pulled into the parking lot (imagine, valet parking for a private
clinic) and went inside.  The receptionist, a very sexy blonde, looked at
him and said, "How may I help you?"  James said nothing, but just handed her
the card.  "Oh, you're one of the Doctor's "special" clients.  Have a seat.
I'll tell her you're here."  The woman left, then came back a few minutes
later.  "The Doctor will see you now."

James went through the door the receptionist had just come through and
entered an examination room.  The Doctor was, unsurprisingly, the woman who
had caused all of this.  "Good afternoon, Tracie.  Please do come in."

James cringed at being referred to in the feminine, but entered and asked,
"May I have the reversal agent now?"

"Not yet, there are still a few tests I want to run."

Before he realized what he was saying, James blurted out, "Haven't you done
enough?" cringing as he heard the words.

"Obedience."  Once more James found himself kneeling with his hands in his
lap, unable to move.  The Doctor pulled out a remote and pressed the button.
  A door in a side wall opened, revealing a bucket and brush.  "Scrub
floors."  James crawled on his hands and knees, took the brush and started
scrubbing the floors.

Over the next two hours, James was forced to play maid for his tormentor.
Every time she used the word "scrub" James would clean whatever she told him
to scrub, if necessary, licking it clean.  And every time she used the word
"fetch", James would run around the room, find whatever it was, and bring it
to her.

After a final "obedience", the Doctor sat in front of him and said, "Now we
test the fun commands."  The Doctor pulled up her skirt and showed James
something he never expected.  Underneath her sheer panties was a large cock!
  James was speechless as she removed her panties, freeing the semi-stiff
member.  Before James could say a thing, she said, "Cocksucker," and James
found himself leaning forward, his lips parting as got  closer to her (or
was it his?) cock.

"Oh, no!" James thought.  "That command doesn't mean what I think it does!"
But his fears were realized when his mouth encircled her (he just couldn't
think of her as a him) dickhead and he started to suck avidly, making loud
slurping noises.  For the first few seconds he cringed inwardly as he
sucked, but then the strangest thing happened.  A wave of pleasure ripped
through his body, and in seconds he was addicted to cocksucking!  He
couldn't get enough of it!  For the next few minutes, he used every
cocksucking trick on the Doctor that had ever been used on him, and soon had
her spraying in his mouth.

Her dick remained hard and James settled in for another good suck, when she
suddenly said, "Release," and the euphoria and pleasure from cocksucking
disappeared and James found himself completely under his own control, but
with his mouth still wrapped around her dick.

James threw himself backwards, landing on his butt and trying to crawl away
from the she-male doctor.  "Oh, my god!  What did you do to me?"

The Doctor said, "Obedience," and when James had returned to a helpless
kneeling position, explained.  "When I included the command to suck dicks, I
wanted you to be a good dick licker.  Oh, I could've included enforced
commands or perhaps beaten it into you, but both would exclude any
creativity or intelligence on your part.  Something that, in my opinion, is
a truly necessary part of good dick sucking.  But, by including a connection
between your pleasure center and that command, you would, at least while
cocksucking, want to do everything you could to get the most out of it.
And, of course, the most you could get out of it would be a healthy load of
semen down your throat."  The Doctor laughed as James started to cry.

"What else do you have planned for me?"

"Glad you asked.  Bed."  At the last word, James got up, ran to the exam
table, and got on it, striking a languid, "come hither" pose.  The Doctor
smiled and said, "Panties off," and James, using only one hand and a lot of
wriggling, got his panties off, and tossed them to one side.  The Doctor
walked to the table, stood over James and said, "Fuckslut."
-- 
"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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