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Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 05:10:05 -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 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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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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************

THREE DAYS LATER...

Susie came into the dining room, more than a little stunned.  "Susie, 
what's wrong?"  Over the last three days, Susie had been a total cold 
fish to both Elaine and Elizabeth and Elaine wondered if maybe 
something had gone on between the two last night.

Susie just looked up at Elaine and said, "Wrong?  Whatever makes you ask that?"

"Well, that sappy, disconnected attitude for one."

"Oh, I've just fallen in love with Elizabeth, is all."

"Glad to see you've forgiven Oliver."

Susie grew angry.  "I have NOT forgiven that... BASTARD for what he did to me!"

"But... he and Elizabeth are one and the same."

"Do NOT insult my Lizzie like that!"

Elaine looked at Susie like she had gone insane.  "What happened last night?"

Susie got that dreamy look on her face.  "Oh, it was beautiful. 
Elizabeth begged me for sex, as she has for the last few nights, but 
I was still blaming her for what Oliver had done to me.  But I got 
tired of her begging, so I told her that she had permission to lick 
me out, something Oliver never would do for me. She looked at me and 
I thought she'd refuse, but she said, 'Teach me how.  I want to 
please you.'

"And she was such a marvelous student.  So loving, so kind.  Nothing 
like Oliver was.  And when she gave me my orgasm, she just held my 
clitoris in her mouth so lovingly.

"Then I decided to give her a chance and let her fuck me.  But when I 
said so, she got up and got a strap-on dildo out of the end stand and 
asked me to fuck her.  That was when I realized that Elizabeth was a 
whole different person from Oliver.  I love her, but I hate him."

Elaine understood.  When Oliver/Elizabeth devoted her all to pleasing 
Susie, Susie had fallen in love again.  But Susie still resented 
Oliver for having raped her and this was her way of accepting their 
dual nature.  She also knew that there was no way Elaine was going to 
be able to convince the girl otherwise.  Susie was just going to have 
to learn to deal with the Oliver/Elizabeth combination on her own.

Elaine said, "It does sound lovely."

At that point, Elizabeth made her entrance with breakfast.  She set 
the tray down, and, as she set a plate in front of Susie, kissed the 
girl.  After she went back into the kitchen, Susie said, "Isn't she 
wonderful?  And such a marvelous cook, too."

"Yes, I'll be sad to lose her in three months."

"Well, you don't have to lose us.  I mean Elizabeth and I will still 
need a place to live since she doesn't have any I.D. or anything."

"And what if she decides to go back to being Oliver?"

"You'd do that?  Kill my Elizabeth?"

"The decision is hers, Susie.  If she decides to go back to being a 
he, then I won't take that away from her."

"No!  I won't let it happen!"

"Susie, she's your mate, not your slave.  The decision is hers." 
Susie seemed desperate.  "But there's something you could do to 
reduce the likelihood of her return to Oliver."

"What?!  I'll do anything!"

"You could make her time as Elizabeth so pleasant that she doesn't 
want to return.  Show her that you love her, just as she is."

"I...  I can do that.  And I'll tell her how much I hate Oliver and 
don't want him to return."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Why not?"

Elaine wasn't sure about Susie's beliefs regarding Oliver's dual 
nature, but she decided not to argue it with her.  "You may realize 
that Oliver and Elizabeth are two separate people but she may not. 
She may think of herself as being both.  If you tell her you hate 
Oliver, she may take it to mean that you hate her."

"I see what you mean.  Okay, no telling her my feelings towards 
Oliver.  I'll just make her next three months the best three months 
of her life."

They went to work that day and had an non-notable day, but when they 
got home, they found that Oliver had left another legacy.  As they 
walked through the door, they heard Elizabeth sobbing.  Susie ran to 
her side and asked, "What's wrong, hun?"

"I'm bigger," she said, looking at her bosom.

Elaine noticed that Elizabeth's breasts were larger than they had 
been this morning.  "What happened?  You know what drinking does to 
you."

"I know, but I couldn't help myself.  I was making a wine sauce for 
dinner tonight, and before I knew what was happening, I was bigger 
again.  I knew what would happen if I drank, but I couldn't stop 
myself."

Susie held Elizabeth to her, saying, "It's okay.  You still look great."

Elizabeth sniffled back some tears.  "You think so?"

"Yes, dear, you look beautiful.  No sense getting all upset over a mistake."

Elaine said, "I'm not so sure about that.  Elizabeth, when you're 
alone, do you think about alcohol?"

"Yes.  Except when I'm cooking without it."

"And when you do drink, do you find you can't stop, even when you 
want to?"  Elizabeth nodded.

Susie said, "What's the big deal?  So she likes her liquor a little too much."

"It's more than just a little too much, Susie.  This is only a 
layman's diagnosis, but I think Elizabeth is an alcoholic.  I think 
that once she starts drinking, she can't stop."

Susie pulled Elizabeth to her.  "Oh, dearie, I'm so sorry."

"Elizabeth, why don't you go upstairs and get some rest?"  Elizabeth 
nodded, then went upstairs.

Susie said, "Do you see what that bastard has done to my Elizabeth? 
Do you see what Oliver has done?  Do you see why I hate him so?"

Elaine sighed.  She was getting a little tired of Susie's obsession, 
but now was not the time to go into it.  "You can take a leave of 
absence from work."

"For what?"

"To stay here with Elizabeth.  She has access to my accounts.  She 
needs that in order to do her job, but as long as she does, she could 
order whatever alcohol she wants and make herself sick with it. 
Someone needs to be here to make sure she doesn't drink her way into 
the grave."

Susie was stunned.  It was so obvious, but she hadn't seen it.  "I'm 
not going to let that bastard ruin Elizabeth's life," she said as she 
went upstairs to her lover.

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

THREE WEEKS LATER...

Elizabeth walked into the dining room where Elaine was seated.  The 
first and most notable thing about her was her now humongous breasts. 
Despite everything they tried, hiding  the liquor, destroying the 
liquor, somehow Elizabeth managed to get a hold of alcohol every half 
week or so, and was now all the way up to a massive G cup. 
"Mistress?" the huge-chested she-male asked.

"Yes, Elizabeth?"

"I need help.  For my alcoholism."

"I know, Elizabeth, and we're trying."

"But you can't bring in professional help because they might ask too 
many questions.  But I think I've got a suggestion."

"Yes?"

"I hate pain.  If you could make it so that my breast growth would be 
incredibly painful, then I think I could use that pain to overcome my 
addiction."

"And what does Susie think of this?"

"She's... forbidden it.  She doesn't want me to suffer any more than 
I have to."

"But you still want to do this?"

"I understand her desire to shield me, but you have tried everything 
and I still am finding ways to drink myself bigger.  I have to do 
this."

"Alright.  I'll do it."  It was actually very easy.  All she had to 
do was come up with a concoction without her pain suppressors in it.

"Please don't tell Susie.  I don't want to keep this from her, but 
she's sure to interfere if she finds out.  I want to do the rest of 
my three month stint as Elizabeth dry."

"So you're still planning on returning to being Oliver?"

"Of course.  Why?"

"Just curious."

Later that day, after Elizabeth had taken the new mixture, Elaine 
heard Elizabeth scream in pain, and she rushed into the kitchen. 
Susie was there, holding Elizabeth to her.  "What's wrong?" she asked 
Elaine.

"Elizabeth asked me to modify her formula to make her growth painful, 
so she'd have the incentive not to drink."

Susie turned to Elizabeth.  "I told you NO.  You shouldn't have done this."

Through her pain, Elizabeth said, "I had to.  I couldn't stand the 
thought of being in a condition where I'd do again what I did before."

"Oh, Lizzie."  Susie hugged her and held her till she recovered from 
her growth.

As she stood up, Elizabeth said, "I think that worked.  I never want 
to go through that again.  Now both of you, out of my kitchen."

Susie was about to protest, but Elaine said, "I think we can trust 
her, Susie," and pulled her from the room.

"What if she drinks more?" Susie asked.

"We have to trust her.  She did this for you, Susie.  She loves you."

Susie stared back into the kitchen.  "Yes, she does.  And this 
disobedience gives me the perfect excuse to refuse to let Oliver come 
back."

Elaine sighed.  "No, Susan.  In a couple more months, if she wants it 
the reversal agent is hers."

"But-"

"Susie, she did it for love.  It'd set a bad precedent to punish her for it."

"You're right.  But what if she wants to go back?"

"Haven't you been learning to please her?  I believe you bought those 
books on Tantric sex and on the use of acupressure for pleasing 
others?"

"Yes, but what if Oliver still has too much of a hold on her?"

"Tell her how you feel, Susie.  Trust her to make the right decision."

"Her I trust.  Him I don't."

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

TWO MONTHS LATER...

Elaine watched Susie at work.  Over the last two months, Susie still 
had yet to tell Elizabeth how she felt about her return to manhood. 
 From all the words Elizabeth said she still intended to return to 
being Oliver, but Elaine had heard his resolve weakening every time 
he said it.  But Susie only heard the words, and was sure that she 
was going to lose Elizabeth.

Susie and Elizabeth planned to go out for dinner tonight, but Susie 
had been acting strange all day, and Elaine was afraid she was 
planning something to ensure Elizabeth wouldn't be able to make the 
choice on her own.  It was just before close when Susie made her 
move.  When she thought Elaine wasn't looking, she snuck a bottle 
from the cabinet and slipped it into her purse.

When she went into the bathroom, Elaine fished it back out and found 
that Susie had stolen a bottle of the sedative she mixed into some of 
her concoctions.  Shaking her head, Elaine filled a similar bottle 
with simple saline solution and put it into Susie's purse.  She 
wondered what Susie was going to do if Elizabeth did want to go back 
and she tried to use the now useless bottle.

After Susie left, Bridgette came in.  "How long till Elizabeth's deadline?"

"Day after tomorrow.  I think she's going to stay Elizabeth, but 
there's still a chance she could go back.  I'm going to miss her if 
she does.  She's a fantastic cook."

"Have you thought about doing this as a regular procedure?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's face it.  The biggest problem with finding a proper solution 
to the problems you have with your mixtures is test subjects. 
Another huge problem for many women is sexist men trying to dominate 
them.  Another problem you have is that you, as a rich homeowner, are 
supposed to have servants, and you don't.  It invites curiosity.  So 
we solve all problems by taking those sexist men and prescribing a 
three month lesson in femininity.  It gives you a chance to test your 
mixes, as well as have servants for their duration as transformees."

"You make a convincing case, Bridgette.  I'll think about it."

Later that evening, when Elaine finally got home (any day she didn't 
go home with Susie, she usually stayed very late), Elizabeth and 
Susie were waiting for her in the parlor.  Susie smiled at her and 
said, "Great news!  Elizabeth has decided to stay Elizabeth."

"Is that true, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth nodded.  "I realize that I'm much happier as a woman. 
Although this corset is a real pain."

"Unfortunately, with your breasts, it's a necessity if you don't want 
long term back problems.  But that brings up a problem.  What's your 
blood type?"

"B positive.  Why?"

"After you stop getting more of the mixture, your body will produce 
it on its own.  And the tissues that produce it will swell and grow. 
In your cases, your breasts.  The procedure is painless, but it will 
give you 2 or 3 cups of growth."

"Okay.  I've got an H cup now, so that'll get me up to a J or K cup. 
I can live with that.  But now we've got something to ask."

"Oh?"

"Since you were so crucial to our happiness, we wanted to invite you 
to spend the night with us.  Our first night after my decision to 
permanently become Elizabeth."

"I'd love to."

"Good.  I'll go up and get the bed ready."  Elizabeth blew Susie a 
kiss.  "See you in a few."

After she left, Susie said, "Isn't she wonderful?"

"Very.  So I guess you didn't have to use that sedative you stole after all."

Susie looked down shamefully.  "You knew about that?"  Elaine nodded. 
Susie got the bottle out and handed it to Elaine.  "You were right. 
I should've trusted her.  I should've known that Elizabeth would 
never do anything to hurt me.  I love my...  I love Elizabeth."

Elaine kissed Susie.  "Go on up to your wife.  I'll be up shortly."

After Susie left, Elaine opened the bottle and drank down the saline 
water.  She then threw the bottle away.  If Elizabeth was symptomatic 
of what she could expect, how could she not help others by 
transforming men?  But she swore, only the worst would be 
transformed.  And no permanent transformation of any men.  Each would 
go only until they learned their lesson, then be allowed to transform 
back or stay on their own.

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

EIGHT YEARS LATER...

Over the next eight years, Elaine turned many men into she-males. 
She expected most of them to decide to return to men, but almost 
forty percent decided to stay in their more feminine form, and 
Elaine's staff was growing to a sizable group, although still tiny in 
comparison to the staff of others who owned mansions of her same size.

Her biggest problems in the maintenance of her staff was those who 
had transformed, but when they decided to stay women, had their 
genitals grow (about ten percent).  Most had average, or even above 
average length and suffered 2 to 4 times their penile length when 
their bodies started producing the APS on its own.  Now their dicks 
averaged slightly under two feet and wouldn't fit into anything 
human, natural born female or not.

Most of the girls had figured out ways to satisfy their urges on 
their own.  Most simply accepted anal sex as a way of life, but a few 
had gotten creative.  One "bull" (as one of those who had their dick 
grow had called herself) couple who wanted to remain exclusive to 
each other would press their dicks between their breasts, embrace, 
then rub together, licking their dickheads until they came.

One, day, Elaine was watching the news at her lab.  A rapist had been 
caught by the police in the act.  When the police searched his home, 
they found evidence of many combination rape-murders that had gone 
unsolved.  Unfortunately, the police had made a mistake on the search 
warrant and the man's lawyer had successfully had the evidence 
suppressed.  He was still going to jail for the one rape, but 
everyone knew that there were at least a half dozen deaths that would 
officially remain "unsolved" that the man had committed, but would 
get away with.

Elaine was privately raging when Bridgette came in with more bad 
news.  "Our milk donors have dried up."  One of the elements of her 
mixture was natural, unhomogenized milk.  She could use cow's milk or 
goat's milk, but human breast milk was not only better for the mix, 
but usually easier to get a hold of in the middle of the city.  There 
was almost always an unfortunate mother who had lost her baby through 
tragic circumstances that Elaine could pay a handsome sum to for 
giving them the breast milk which might otherwise have gone to waste.

But now apparently that wasn't the case.  "What happened?" she asked.

"Chalk it up to you being too good at your job.  Your chemistry has 
all but eliminated infant mortality except in the cases of accident. 
And people seem to be much more careful with their children nowadays. 
Do you want me to arrange for the purchase of unhomogenized cow's 
milk?"

Elaine stared at the T.V. screen.  "No, not yet.  I think I've got a 
volunteer."

"Him?  There's no way we could control that monster!  And what of 
your oath of no permanent, unwilling transformations?"

"I swore not to transform any men permanently.  As you said, he's a 
monster, not a man."

"But how are we going to control him?  And certainly you don't plan 
to change him into a woman like us?"

"Of course not.  He doesn't deserve the blessing of womanhood.  And 
as for controlling him, when I get finished with him, he'll be as 
easy to control as any cattle."

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Part of the project to reverse mental retardation.  In searching for 
the causes of retardation, I found a way to cause I.Q. reduction. 
When I get finished with that bastard, he'll be nothing more than an 
animal, to be used for our convenience."

"Are you sure?"

Elaine nodded.  "Now I need to call the people who will bring this 
ass to me for his final days as anything resembling a human being."
-- 
"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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