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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, 
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 
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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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Two weeks later, Kira was the first to notice the next phase of their 
transformations, although she was still unaware of what Roosevelt and 
Bill were doing in their free time, as they were unaware of the 
changes Kira was implementing in her life.

Kira woke up her standard way with her body nestled tightly up 
against Morgana's.  She leaned over and kissed Morgana awake. 
Morgana grumbled a bit, and leaned over, burying her face into the 
cleavage formed by Kira's breastforms.  Kira almost laughed, as she 
almost did every morning when her lover did this.  Morgana was many 
things, but a morning person was not one of them.  Given her own 
devices, Morgana would have slept as long as possible, being late as 
often as not, but Kira did know how to handle this.

The she-male-to-be slid backwards out of bed.  As she stripped off 
her nightie, she said, "Come on, sleepy-head, time to get up." 
Morgana just grumbled and pulled the covers over her head.  Kira 
looked at her lover and smiled.  Time for the coup de grace.  She 
picked up the bottle of solvent to remove the attached breastforms 
and headed to the bathroom.  "Well, I was going to invite you to 
shower with me, but if you're not interested..."

As the shower started and the sound filtered through to Morgana's 
brain, she started to move under the covers.  Showering with Kira was 
her favorite sex game (even when no sex was involved) and her need 
for sleep warred with her need for Kira.  Eventually, as happened 
every morning, her need for Kira won out.  Morgana threw off the 
covers, and stripped off her nightgown as she ran to the bathroom. 
Kira had left the shower door open and was waiting patiently, the 
water streaming over her body.

Morgana ran into the room and leaped into Kira's arms.  Kira pulled 
her back into the stall as they began something between cleaning each 
other and sexual fondling.  Morgana was soaping Kira's chest when she 
brushed Kira's nipples.  Kira gasped loudly and Morgana drew back as 
though she had touched a live wire.  "What is it?" Morgana asked. 
"Did I hurt you?  Is something wrong?"

"Not... wrong.  When you touched my nipple I got this powerful... 
shock shooting through my body."

Morgana flicked her fingertip over Kira's nipple, eliciting another 
gasp.  Morgana turned off the water, saying, "Okay, we need to get a 
better look.  Outside this steamy room."

"I thought you liked the steam?" teased Kira.

Morgana kissed her lover.  "Kira, dear, I love you more than life, 
but, for now, shut up."

Kira gave a look of mock surprise as Morgana dragged her into the 
main bedroom.  Morgana sat her down, and turned on all the lights in 
the room.  She then carefully inspected Kira's chest.  After a few 
seconds, Kira asked, "Well?"

"Your nipples seem larger, and they're a little puffier."

"Like... I'm growing breasts?"

Kira seemed pleased as punch, but Morgana was less than pleased. 
"Have you been self-medicating?  Taking hormones on the side?"

Kira was quick to rise to her own defense.  "No!  You and the doctor 
convinced me how dangerous that could be, not that I'd ever really 
try it.  But I want breasts, real breasts, and if they're growing on 
their own, why shouldn't I be happy?"

"Because if they're growing on their own, then something's going on 
inside your body.  Breasts don't just grow out of nowhere, love.  We 
need to talk with your doctor."

"What's a psychiatrist going to know about this?"

"Maybe nothing, but as a psychiatrist who deals with transsexuals 
like you, she's bound to know doctors who will know something about 
it, or at least know how to find out what's going on.  You shouldn't 
have breasts, Kira."

Kira put her fist on her hip and gave Morgana a look of indignancy. 
Morgana conciliatorily said, "Okay, you should have breasts, but they 
shouldn't be just growing on their own."

"Well... I still say this is a blessing in disguise, but if it will 
make you feel any better, we can go see doctor Hill on our lunch 
break."

"No, now.  We'll call in sick to work."

"But you haven't earned any sick leave."

"So I have an unpaid sick day.  Your health comes first."

"Hun, whatever this is can wait till noon."

"When the doctor's on lunch break, too?  I think not."

"Morgana."

"No, Kira, if it's no big deal, then all we've done is use up a day, 
but if this is a big deal then I don't want to wait too long to get 
the doctor's recommendations for treatments.  Now get dressed.  I'll 
go call work."  As Kira started to dress, Morgana said, "And don't 
use adhesive with your breastforms.  The doctor is probably going to 
want to take a look at the natural thing."  Kira stuck her tongue out 
at Morgana.  "Maybe later, dear."  Kira shook her head.  Sometimes 
Morgana was a bit demanding and over-mothering, but it was nice to 
feel loved.

Kira got dressed in her best jeans (women's jeans, of course) and 
blouse as Morgana called the bank.  Morgana got dressed as Kira did 
her make-up.  Kira was still applying her make-up when Morgana was 
finished dressing and applying her own make-up.  Morgana frowned at 
her and said, "You know, you don't have to go all out on the make-up 
every time we leave the apartment."

Kira packed up her make-up.  "Just because you don't want to look 
presentable, don't take it out on me."

"I swear, if I'd've known what kind of a pampered fuss-budget of a 
woman you'd make when we started this..."

"Yes."

"Well...  I wouldn't have changed a thing.  I like how much concern 
you take over your appearance, but that doesn't change the fact that 
you can still be a pain in the butt sometimes."

Kira stood.  "Funny, I think the same thing about you right after you 
service me with your dildo."

"Oh, go get in the car, you scamp."  Kira giggled and escorted 
Morgana out to the car.

They went to the private clinic which housed the offices and exam 
room of the psychiatrist Kira was consulting with for her 
transformation from male to she-male.  After explaining things to the 
receptionist and a brief wait, they were sent in to the doctor's 
office, where doctor Louise Hill was already waiting.  "Hello, 
ladies, what can I do for you?"

Morgana said, "Doctor, Kira's growing breasts.  Her nipples are 
larger and puffier than normal."

The doctor, with a stern look in her eye, asked Kira, "Are you 
self-medicating?  Ordering hormones over the Internet?"

With a sigh, Kira replied, "No.  I'm not self-medicating."

"You don't seem too worried."

"Because I think this is a blessing.  I want breasts, and now I'm 
growing them.  No worries about living for another 10 months before 
getting the changes I want."

"Yeah, but what happens if whatever is happening changes or reverses 
direction?"

"What do you mean?"

"Kira, something is monkeying with your hormone balances.  Right now, 
it only seems to be doing what we were planning on doing in another 
ten months anyways.  I say seems, because this might just be a 
warning sign that you're getting too much of one hormone or another, 
which could be very dangerous.  And what happens if tomorrow you wake 
up and the whole thing has switched around and you're getting an 
overlord of the wrong hormones?  Further, if your hormones are 
constantly changing, we won't be able prescribe a proper hormone 
dosage for when you do start getting medications.  We need to get you 
in to see an endocrinologist to find out what's going on."

Kira gulped.  "So what now?  Where do we go?"

Doctor Hill picked up the phone.  "We've got an endocrinologist on 
staff, so it's just a matter of when she can fit you in."  The doctor 
punched a button on the phone, and said, "Hi, Jen, how's it going? 
Great.  Look, I've got a referral here, kind of an emergency.  When 
can Pepper fit them in?  Really?  I'll send them right over."  She 
hung up the phone and said, "Our endocrinologist had a cancellation. 
You can see her right away.  Down the hall on your right.  Doctor P. 
Hill."

"P. Hill?  Any relation?"

"She's my wife."

"Wife?"

"Technically, ex-husband.  Like you she's a transsexual.  We were 
married before she started her change, and even though our marriage 
has been officially dissolved, she and I are lovers for life.  But 
enough personal stuff.  My wife is waiting."

Kira and Morgana left the office.  After they were gone, Louise Hill 
opened Kira's chart and wrote "On schedule," on the top sheet.

Morgana and Kira went down to the office of the endocrinologist. 
There, the nurse took some tests.  They had another long wait before 
a tall, beautiful woman came in and introduced herself.  "Hi, I'm 
doctor Pepper Hill.  Since you're working with my wife, I think we'll 
save everybody a lot of confusion if you just call me Pepper."

Kira felt at ease with the new doctor and asked, "Okay, Pepper, do 
you know what's wrong with me?"

"Actually I do.  You're lucky you came to me, because after hearing 
what you were going through, I got some suspicions and tested for the 
right thing."

"So what is it?"

"Kira, you have a very rare viral infection.  It causes a temporary 
suppression of the body's production of male hormones, as well as 
some swelling in the tissues normally associated with female 
secondary sex characteristics, breasts and buttocks most notably."

"So what's going to happen to me, and what do we do about it?"

"What we do is nothing.  Well, we'll monitor you with regular blood 
tests, but in your case letting the virus run its course is my best 
recommendation."

"But what's going to happen to me?  What's the virus going to do to me?"

"Exactly what you wanted.  It's going to feminize you.  It will cause 
your breasts to grow, and at a far faster rate than standard 
hormones.  Your body will also reshape somewhat to a more rounded, 
feminine shape.  Perhaps you've already noticed your clothes fitting 
better?"

"I have noticed they were more comfortable.  I thought that I was 
just growing used to them.  You said my breasts will grow in faster. 
How much faster?"

"By the end of the week, you should have a fully developed B, maybe 
C, cup, and after another week, expect a cup size more than that."

Kira smiled broadly, but then got a serious look on her face.  "Wait 
a minute, doc, what about Morgana?  Is she in any danger from this 
virus in me?"

"No danger whatsoever.  The fact is, we have no idea how the virus is 
transmitted.  It just seems to show up in some people, run its 
course, then disappear.  It's not airborne, not transmitted through 
touch, or bodily fluids, or by any other means we can find.  And even 
if she did have it, the virus has no effect on a woman.  But just to 
be sure, I think we should run a quick blood test on Morgana."

Morgana said, "Now wait a second, I don't-"

Kira said, "Please, love, for my peace of mind?"

Morgana sighed.  "Alright, love.  For you."

Pepper said, "Go on out to my nurse.  She knows what to do."

After Morgana left, Kira asked, "Pepper, if I ask a question, will it 
be kept confidential?"

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"I wanted to ask you about something that I'm pretty sure Morgana 
would object to."

"Oh?"

"The breast growth this virus will give me, is there any way to 
accelerate its effect?"

"Accelerate?  You'll be gaining in weeks what would normally take 
years to get.  How much faster do you want?"

"Perhaps accelerate is the wrong word.  Amplify is better I think.  I'd like-"

With an amused smile, Pepper said, "A really big pair of hooters?" 
cutting to the heart of the request.

"Not exactly how I thought a doctor would phrase it, but yes."

"Actually, yes, there is something we could do.  We have discovered 
ways of amplifying and reducing the virus's effects."  Pepper took 
out her prescription pad and scribbled out a sheet.  "Take this to 
our pharmacy.  It's the only one in town that carries the medication 
you want.  Take one pill immediately, then take one pill every 
evening before bed, and one right after breakfast.  No more than 
that.  Continue to take the pills until you are one cup size smaller 
than where you want to be."

"Okay.  And you're not going to tell Morgana?"

"Not without your permission.  But I think you should tell her."

"I don't think she'd like it."

"Can't be avoided.  In a couple of days, you'll have at least a C 
cup.  If you haven't told her by then, she'll probably drag you back 
here thinking something's wrong.  From what I've seen, she cares very 
deeply for you.  Take it from my personal experience, be honest. 
It'll cause less problems in the long run."

Morgana returned to the room.  "Got a clean bill of health, love.  We 
can go now."

Kira briefly looked into Pepper's eyes and said, "First we need to 
stop by the pharmacy.  On the way I've got something I have to tell 
you."  Pepper smiled approvingly.

After they left, Louise Hill came in.  She walked right over and sat 
on Pepper's lap.  "So, love, are things proceeding as planned?"

With a great deal of melancholy, Pepper said, "Of course."

"What's wrong, love?"

"I just wonder if we're doing the right thing."

"We went through this same thing."

"But we did this to ourselves.  We may not have known what we were 
doing to ourselves, but at least starting it was our choice."

"And look at what it did for us.  Would you deny others that joy?" 
Pepper moodily said nothing.  Louise turned Pepper's face up to hers. 
"Would you go back if you could?  Undo any part of it?"

"No.  Not even a part of it.  But that doesn't mean it was easy."

"Of course not.  The harshest medicines rarely are.  The Organization 
is right.  We have the device to cure society of some of its worst 
ills."

"I still worry."

"So do I, darling.  It's what makes us doctors.  Now have you heard 
anything from the other two, Bill and Roosevelt?"

"No, but it won't be too much longer.  Unless either has an immunity 
to the secondary effects of the virus, their breasts are going to 
start growing in in the next couple days."

Their nurse, Jen, came in.  "We may have a problem."

Pepper asked, "What?"

"The target Bill's girlfriend, the nurse.  She has access to other 
doctors and may take Bill to another source for tests."

"Yes, we know this. But the presence of the virus within her system 
should draw both of them to us."

"That's just it.  She recently had to take a blood test due to 
potential exposure to infectious substances.  We got a hold of the 
blood sample."

"And?"

"No presence of the virus was detected."

"Damn!"

Louise asked, "What went wrong?  We sent Bill the virus."

"I don't know!  We could be very screwed."

"Couldn't we get her a new dose?"

"The more complex aspects of the virus that would draw her to us take 
six to eight days to incubate in the body.  Even if we got it to her 
right now, it wouldn't bring her to us.  It might even generate 
suspicion towards us if she suddenly had this subconscious urge to 
take her boyfriend to a doctor she's never worked with.  It's too 
late.  Lillith will have to go through the rest virus-less."

"Why haven't we noticed a lack of change in her behavior?"  The 
doctors looked to Jen.  "What's the report on the girl say?"

Jen explained, "Apparently the girl has a sexually adventurous 
nature, and was already bi-sexual.  The virus would've done very 
little to her."

Louise asked, "So what do we do about her?"

Pepper said, "Nothing to do.  We'll just have to wait and see."

Outside, Kira and Morgana walked to the car.  Morgana asked, "Are you 
sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I do.  What about you?  I'd thought that you were going to 
object to my doing this."

"Well, now that I know this virus isn't going to make you ill or 
anything like that, I couldn't be happier that you're planning on 
growing a nice big rack."

"Even if I didn't want a pair for myself, that'd convince me to do 
this.  I'd do anything for you."

"You really would, wouldn't you?"

"Of course.  I love you, Morgana."

There was a brief flash of a look on her face that Kira couldn't 
identify.  "Let's go home, love."

They got into the car and Kira reached over and took her lover's 
hand.  She expected Morgana to lean over and kiss her, but Morgana 
just instead turned her hand and gave Kira's hand a gentle squeeze 
before releasing it and starting the car.  Kira didn't get it.  There 
was a cold distance between them that hadn't been there only seconds 
ago.

As she fished a pill out of the medicine bottle, she asked, "Are you 
sure you're okay with this?  Just say the word, and I'll forget all 
about this."

Morgana had a brief twitch that reminded Kira of a flinch, but 
Morgana just gave her a forced smile and said, "Take the pill, 
darling.  You deserve it."

Kira didn't understand.  There was definitely something distant in 
Morgana's demeanor, but why wouldn't she talk about it?  Morgana 
could tell her anything.

************
-- 
"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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