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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 7.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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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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The next day, Billie awoke, more satisfied than ever before.  Last 
night, the sex had been better than anything he had yet had.  And 
when Lillith had taken his fake boobs in hand, he had really felt 
like he had real breasts that she was manipulating.  She had been so 
loving and tender, too.  He must've had at least a half dozen orgasms 
that night.

He got up and took off his nightgown, laying it carefully across the 
back of a chair.  Bill didn't have to be to work until 4 tonight, so 
that meant another 8 hours of joyous time as Billie.  He got one of 
his bras out and slid it over his breasts.  He reached behind his 
back and tried to secure the hooks, but had some problems.  He 
briefly considered attaching it in front and spinning it around, but 
he hadn't had to do that since his second week of crossdressing, and 
he wasn't willing to give up so quickly.

But he was still struggling with it when Lillith walked into the 
room.  "What's the matter, love?  Sex last night turn you into a 
fumble fingers?"  She came over and kissed him on the lips.  "Not 
that I'd blame you, you were awesome last night."

Billie kissed her back.  "Thanks, but that's not it.  There's 
something wrong with this bra.  It feels too small."

She turned him around.  "Let me see."

While she fiddled with the straps, he said, "I can get the bottom 
eyelet hooked, but when I try to get the others, I can't seem to pull 
them closed."

She pulled at various parts of the bra with her fingers.  "The band 
size seems fine, but it's stretched tight around your bra cups.  You 
have been hand washing these?  You haven't run it through the machine 
and shrunk it, have you?"

In a staunch, crisp, military-style tone, he said, "No, ma'am.  I 
have dutifully taken care of my fine linens as proscribed by you 
after you purchased me my first bra."

Lillith slapped his butt.  "Scamp."  She gave the bra a once-over. 
"This is so weird.  I've heard of bras getting stretched out before, 
but never shrinking, at least not just right through the cup.  Take 
off your bra and let me get a look at you."  Billie took the bra off, 
letting his breastforms hang free.  "It looks like your breasts are 
bigger.  Maybe you're having an adverse reaction to the adhesive."

"Why after so long of using it would I have a bad reaction now?"

"I don't know, but let's get those breastforms off and take a look. 
If it's too bad we may have to go to the hospital.  Where's the 
solvent?"

"I'll get it."

Billie fetched the solvent from the dresser and they removed the 
breastforms.  When the breastforms were removed, Billie's chest was 
indeed swollen, but there was something strange about the way it had 
changed.  It wasn't just larger, it was shaped, rounded.  "Billie,... 
you've got... breasts."

Billie looked down.  To all appearances, he did indeed have a very 
small pair of breasts.  He reached up and cupped them, lifting and 
holding them.  He knew he should've been freaked, but instead all he 
could think of to say was, "Cool."

"No, dear, it's not 'cool'.  You're growing breasts.  That doesn't 
just happen.  Something's going on.  We need to get you checked out 
by a doctor."

"Well, okay."

"We'll take you to the emergency room and start on the blood tests."

"Lillith dear, I don't want to just go into the public emergency room 
where everyone and their brother can hear my business.  Don't you 
have a registry of the doctors in town and their contact numbers?"

"Yeah, but what kind of doctor do we consult with?  I suppose we 
could start with a general practitioner."

"Well, what if we start with one of those doctors who actually help 
transsexuals grow breasts?  If I'm growing breasts on my own, it 
would seem that they'd know the most about it."

"An endocrinologist?  I suppose that makes sense.  Let me go get my register."

Lillith left to go get her book, and Billie took the time to look at 
himself in the mirror.  He made a connection between how he looked 
now and how he looked when he had first dressed as a girl.  Back 
then, he had looked like a guy in a dress.  He didn't look bad, but 
there was no way, even with make-up and jewelry, that anyone would've 
confused him with a girl.

But now, looking back at him from the mirror, was a naked woman.  A 
woman with a dick between her legs and small breasts, but a very 
pretty woman nevertheless.  Something had happened.  There were the 
intentional changes he had made, letting his hair grow out and 
styling it into a unisex style, and his now hairless legs, but there 
were other things, too.  His skin had picked up a soft glow, making 
it seem almost translucent in nature.  His waist had shrunk and his 
butt...  He had a big butt now!  At least it was big in comparison to 
what it had been.  Billie supposed that, if he were a woman, it 
wouldn't be that big in comparison to other women, but to his male 
mind, in comparison to his old self, his butt was huge.

Billie turned so his back was to the mirror, looking over his 
shoulder at his reflection.  He had to admit, big or not, he had a 
cute butt.  And with his upper body turned like that, the small curve 
of his breast was just barely visible, causing his dick to twitch in 
appreciation of his curves.  Billie almost laughed.  He was getting 
hard over himself!

Lillith returned to the room, carrying her book.  She set it on the 
dresser and opened it to the part where doctors were listed by 
specialty, and turned to the section on endocrinologists.  As they 
looked through the list, one name seemed to jump out to Billie.  "Who 
is this one?  Pepper Hill?"

"I've never worked with her, but I have heard of her.  She's supposed 
to be a top notch doctor who specializes in working with 
transsexuals.  She works out of a clinic that specializes in that, in 
fact."

"Sounds like just what we're looking for."

"Well...  I was thinking of you going to the hospital to a doctor I 
was more familiar with, but I guess this will keep me from succumbing 
to the temptation of sneaking a peek at your records.  You get ready 
to go, and I'll go make the call.   But if she can't fit us in, we're 
going to the E.R.  Got it?"

"Okay, if you insist."

"I do.  Now get dressed."

Lillith left the room to make the call.  When she came back, she was 
surprised to find Billie at the mirror, dressed in a blouse and 
skirt, and applying make-up.  "Hun?  The doctor said she has an 
opening today, so don't you think you should be putting on some 
pants?"

"Can't.  We never got me any."

"What are you talking about?  Just put on some of your Bill pants."

"No."

"But-"

"Lillith, look at me.  Whatever gave me these," he cupped his 
breastforms, rubbing them against the breasts underneath, "has been 
changing more than just my chest.  Look at me.  When we started this, 
I was a guy in a dress, but now, I think I'd be hard-pressed to 
convince anyone of what's really inside my panties.  So...  I'm going 
to go out as Billie.  And what better place than out to the doctor's? 
Public without being too exposed."

Lillith stared at Billie for a second or two before she broke down in 
tears, burying her face in her hands.   Billie ran to her side and 
wrapped his arms around her.  "Oh, hun, don't cry.  I'm sorry.  I 
didn't want to upset you.  If my being Bill is that important to you-"

"No, that's not it.  This is my fault.  I didn't see it.  I wouldn't 
let myself see it.  I was having so much fun with Billie, that I 
convinced myself we were both just getting good with the make-up, or 
that you were just mastering female comportment.  If this turns out 
to be something really serious, I'll never forgive myself."

Billie held and comforted his girlfriend.  "Darling, you have nothing 
to worry about.  I didn't see it either.  I'm just as much to blame 
as you are."

"No you're not.  I'm a nurse.  I should've seen this."  Billie just 
held her and hugged her as Lillith cried her eyes out.

After Lillith composed herself Billie said, "Feel better?"

"A little."

"Good.  'Cause I really need you."

Lillith nodded.  "And I'll be there for you."

"Then don't you think you ought to get dressed?"

Lillith smiled.  "I suppose I ought to.  What say we go in matching 
blouse/skirt combos?"

"I'd love it."

As Lillith put on her clothes, Billie asked, "Since I've never gone 
out in make-up before, how do I look?"

"Honestly?  It looks good, but it also looks heavy.  You've made 
yourself up like a girl going out for the evening.  Go a little 
lighter with shades that blend in a little more."

Billie sat down and redid his make-up as Lillith got herself ready. 
After they both finished, Lillith drove them to the clinic.  They 
remained silent, only holding on to each other's hands as they went. 
They got there just in time for their appointment and Billie was 
quickly run through a small battery of tests before both were sent in 
to see the doctor.

Pepper greeted them with a handshake.  Lillith asked, "So, doctor, I 
know it's early, but have you figured out what's changing my 
boyfriend into my girlfriend?"

"Actually, yes.  We ran some tests based upon what you told us was 
happening, and discovered a very rare virus in your boyfriend's 
blood.  The virus seems to act to feminize the host.  Your body is 
softening and rounding.  It'll also grow breasts and become far more 
easily excitable."

"But where did he pick it up?  And what do we do to stop it?"

"Where did he pick it up?  I have no idea.  It's neither airborne nor 
transmitted through bodily fluids.  The fact is, we're beginning to 
suspect it's a man-made virus, and it's possible that Bill was 
intentionally infected."

"But why?"

"You'd have to find out who infected him, assuming the theory is even 
true, to answer that."

"So how do we stop it?"

Before the doctor could answer, Billie asked, "Doctor, could I talk 
to Lillith alone?"

"Certainly.  I'll be right outside."

After Pepper left, Lillith asked, "What's up, lover?"

"Do you like Billie?  I mean do you like what I'm becoming?"

"That's not relevant.  We've got to get you back to where you were."

"Why?"

"Because...  Because..."

"You can't think of a reason, can you?"

"Yeah, but that may just be-"

"Because you want Billie around so much that you're afraid you're 
making a decision that isn't best for me."  Lillith nodded.  "But 
that's what you're doing.  Lillith, you like what I'm becoming, and I 
like it because of that."

"You shouldn't make a decision based on me."

"Really?  Lillith, I never told you, but I hated that you needed 
other women to satisfy you.  I felt inferior and rejected every time 
you came home after a date with a woman."

"You should've told me."

"Why?"

"Because I never wanted to hurt you.  I'd've overcome my physical 
desires to keep that from happening.  I'd've-"

"Changed for my sake?"

"Yeah, but that's different."

"How?"

"I'd've just changed a personal habit.  Your entire body is being rearranged."

"Yes, and if it's being rearranged in a dangerous way, then we have 
something to stop.  Otherwise, why stop it?  Lillith, I like my new 
body.  And, more so, I understand you.  I understand your need to 
experiment, your need for curves to love, and your need to express 
your love to others.  I know now that it doesn't mean you don't love 
me, and that you'll always return to me.  Further, truthfully, when 
was the last time you had sex with someone other than me, excluding 
Toni and Rosa, who I introduced you to?"

Lillith thought about it.  "Almost eight weeks ago, shortly after we 
first dressed you up."

"Uh-huh.  The fact is, we could both go outside the relationship for 
sex with others and it wouldn't matter, but neither of us needs it as 
much as we used to.  Total honesty time, love.  What do you really 
think of Billie?"

"I... love her-  You.  I love what you've become.  Ever since we 
started dressing you up, you've become so cuddly and snugly.  I love 
your soft, new body."

"So it's decided.  The feminization of my body is to be allowed to proceed."

Lillith quickly added, "Only if we find out that all the other 
consequences of this weird virus are tolerable.  But what about other 
things, like... your job?  School when it restarts?  You don't 
exactly look like you used to.  And if your breasts keep growing, as 
we should expect, there's no way you can hide what you are changing 
into."

"Well, I don't know what to do about school, but as for work, it was 
about time I started looking for a better job anyways."

Lillith squeezed his hand.  "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure.  What about you?  If no one accepts me as Billie, then I'm 
going to really need your support.  Possibly even more than 
emotional.  Are you going to still be there with me if I can't get a 
job?"

Lillith smiled.  "My own stay-at-home she-male wife?  Where's the 
downside?"  Billie gave her a disapproving look.  "I'm kidding, of 
course.  Look, it's not that hard to get some documents that'll get 
your sex changed on anything official, so there may be some delays 
getting you back into the work force, but we'll manage.  Further, if 
you did become unemployable, and had to be my housewife, I would 
stand by you anyways."

"Thanks, I needed that."

"So let's get the doctor back in and find out what we're in for." 
Lillith got up and called the doctor back in.

Pepper asked, "So what have you decided?"

Billie said, "We've decided that the feminization of my body isn't as 
negative a consequence as we first thought, but we were also 
wondering about any other consequences of the virus.  Is it going to 
make me sick, or rob me of my ability to get erections?"

"On the contrary, the virus shields and even enhances the performance 
of your genitalia.  I'd be surprised if you hadn't already noticed 
that your ability to get and maintain erections was much easier than 
in past times."

"Any other effects that we should be worried about?"

"Well, if you're not worried about looking like a girl, then there's 
not much to worry about.  It's one of the things that makes us 
believe it's man-made.  You'll experience no change in muscle tone or 
strength, despite the other changes you'll undergo.  Your sexuality 
will increase, and your ability to make babies will be unaffected."

"Sounds like a dream come true."

"For a transsexual, or a proto-transsexual, it is.  Imagine the 
difficulties a person who isn't quite as in touch with their feminine 
side will undergo."

"Doctor, how large can I expect my breasts to grow?"

"Expect a C or a D cup.  That's the average for those who willingly 
allow the virus to proceed at a normal pace.  Of course that varies 
with the individual.  Some get less, some more.  And if you're 
interested, we have some medications designed to amplify the effects 
of the virus for greater breast growth, and others that will retard 
it if you feel a C or D cup would be too much."

"No, I think we'll just let it run its course."

"Okay, but I'd like to schedule weekly checks to make sure things are 
proceeding as we expect."

"Okay."

Lillith asked, "Doctor, even though Billie hasn't gone the standard 
route in becoming a girl, would it be possible to get some form of 
official document stating his sex change for records, and such?"

Billie said, "I don't think that'll be necessary.  At least not yet."

"Billie?"

"Lillith, I want to marry you.  If I officially change my sex, then 
that's not going to happen.  Maybe I'll have to change it later and 
wind up dissolving the marriage, but for now, I'm going to stay, at 
least officially, male."

"Well, that's not how I expected to be proposed to, but I accept."

Billie wrapped his arm around Lillith, pulled her close and kissed 
her.  Pepper said, "Congratulations.  I hope you're as happy together 
as my wife and I."

Billie said, "Thanks.  But back to technical matters, how long will 
it be before I reach full growth on my bosom?"

"A week and a half to two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Uh-huh.  It's one of the things that makes this virus so hard to 
find in its early stages.  It seems to have an exponential effect 
chain.  It starts with very subtle changes that everyone around 
rarely notices, then it reaches a point where things happen at an 
incredible rate.  I dare say that if you had come in only a couple 
days ago, you probably wouldn't have had breasts."

"Amazing."

"Yeah, it is.  We just wish it wasn't so hard to find.  We might be 
able to find out where it comes from."

Billie and Lillith stood.  "Thanks, doc.  If we get an idea of where 
this comes from, we'll let you know."

Pepper rose and shook their hands.  "I'd appreciate that.  For now, 
though, just make an appointment for next week with my nurse."

After Lillith and Billie left, Louise came in and sat on her wife's 
lap.  "So what do you think?"

"You tell me, you're the psychiatrist.  You were watching the 
security camera.  What do you think of Louise?"

"Honestly, I think she wants the transformation even more than 
Billie.  She's just afraid that she's pushing him into something."

"So she'll accept the secondary effects as long as Billie does.  Any 
idea how she'll react to the primary effect?"

Louise thought about it.  "I'm not sure, but I'd have to say badly. 
As a nurse, the primary effects are too great to ignore."

"Do we tell The Organization?"

Louise thought long and hard about what her wife had asked.  Finally, 
she said, "No.  We've seen how the Organization reacts to threats. 
We'll wait until we're given no other choice."

On the way home, Billie said, "You know, now that the decision to go 
through with this has been made and Bill is part of my past, I feel 
like a great weight has been lifted off of me."

"Well, Bill's not quite a part of our past.  You still need to go in 
and tell Roosevelt that Bill won't be showing up to work anymore. 
You should do that in person, as Bill, I think."

Billie sighed.  "You're right.  Let's go home and I can get into my 
Bill clothes for the last time."

"I assume you still want Rosa and Toni to be a part of our lives?"

"Of course."

"Good.  Then after you go in and resign, we can go shopping for your 
new life as Billie."

"I wish you wouldn't spend so much money on me.  You make me feel 
like a freeloader."

"I enjoy buying things for my... girlfriend.  Besides, you need the 
clothes and can't afford to buy them for your self, so let me be 
generous.  Besides, if you're really going to play the role of a 
girl, you need to learn to like shopping, no matter what the reason."

"As you insist."

"I've been meaning to ask.  You couldn't get your bra around your 
chest and breastforms earlier, so how'd you fit the one you've got 
on?"

"Well, I filched one of your PMS bras.  You know, one of the larger 
ones you keep around for when you're feeling a little swollen.  I 
hope you don't mind."

"No.  It's kind of a thrill to know my boy-girlfriend can wear the 
same clothes I can."

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?"

"Well now that I know you aren't a terrified mess, and that you want 
it as much as I do, yes.  You know, when I first found out about 
transsexuals, I thought a pre-op would be a perfect lover, the body 
of a woman with the parts of a man.  That was before I discovered 
that the hormones they took tended to take their ability to get 
erections.  I've had a couple pre-ops before you, but like you before 
Billie, they just couldn't satisfy all my physical needs.  But now, 
I've got you.  Nice softness, the promise of nice, big breasts to 
suckle, and a good, stiff woody to fill me up.  You're everything I 
want, physically, in a lover."

"Is that the only reason you want me as a lover?  For the promise of Billie?"

"No way.  Like I said before, if you, as Bill, had ever asked me to 
be exclusive, I'd've done that for you.  You're kind, compassionate, 
and you take the time to learn what really pleases me.  Bill or 
Billie, you're my dream partner.  Now you're becoming my dream lover, 
too.  Don't get me wrong.  If you didn't want this, I'd do everything 
in my power to return you to what you were, but since you do want 
it..."

"Then we both can have fun with it."

Billie leaned over and kissed Lillith.  They drove home, and Billie 
changed into Bill, he hoped for the last time.  Looking into the 
mirror, he commented, "When I first started this, I looked like a guy 
in a dress.  But now I look like a girl in guy's clothes."

Lillith kissed him on the cheek.  "You need me to come along for 
moral support?"

"No.  Roosevelt will be there for me."

"Okay, you go give them your final notice, and I'll start packing 
your old clothes away."

Billie drove to work and went in.  When he noticed Roosevelt, it was 
like he was seeing him for the first time in a long time.  Roosevelt 
had undergone a transformation no less fantastic than Billie's.  His 
face and appearance were now as feminine as Billie's own.  Only 
Roosevelt's masculine haircut (which looked very out of place) 
betrayed that this wasn't a tall, big woman working behind the 
counter.

Roosevelt saw him and said, "Hey, Bill, you're here early."

"That's something I wanted to talk to you about.  Can we go in to the 
office to talk?"

"Sure  It's pretty slow.  Come on back."

Bill went with Roosevelt into the rear office.  Roosevelt closed the 
door behind them, and as soon as the latch clicked, he leaned over 
and kissed Bill.  "Sorry, I couldn't help that.  So what's up?"

"I'm quitting.  I won't be coming in to work anymore, including tonight."

"Well, since I know you're too responsible to quit without notice 
without good reason, I have to ask, as your friend, what's the 
problem?"

"I'm... growing breasts.  Soon, they'll be too big to hide, so, 
rather than deal with all the problems, I'm going to have to quit."

"Breasts?  You, too?"

"Too?"

Roosevelt started unbuttoning his shirt.  "Yeah.  This morning, when 
I woke up, I had these."  Roosevelt opened the top of his shirt, 
showing two, small bumps on his chest.  They were obviously breasts, 
just not very big ones, probably not even an A cup.  "Actually, I saw 
them yesterday, but I thought that they were just an effect of all 
the corsets I was wearing.  Y'know, fat redistribution or something 
like that, but this morning they were up to this."

"Have you decided on a doctor?"

"Actually, Toni talked me out of seeing a doctor.  After a quickie 
this morning, she said she enjoys playing with them and doesn't want 
to risk losing them.  I figure as long as they stay small, it isn't 
worth bothering about."

"Roosevelt, I didn't think it worth mentioning, but I went to see a 
doctor and found out that the reason I'm growing breasts is because 
somewhere along the way I picked up a virus that's feminizing my 
body.  I think you've got the same virus.  If you do, your breasts 
are going to grow in too fast to fail to be noticed."

"You think so?"

"You sound like you really want this."

"I think I do."

"Then get to a doctor.  If you wind up growing C cup breasts over the 
next week, then there's no way you're going to be able to continue 
working, not as Roosevelt, and if you have a doctor backing you up, 
you'll have a reason for quitting without notice."

"Good point."

"Look, I'll give you my doctor's number.  At the very least, you 
should go and get checked out to see if we've got the same virus."

Roosevelt buttoned up his shirt, saying, "Okay, I'll do that."  After 
he finished with his shirt, he asked, "The four of us still getting 
together this weekend?"

"As far as I know.  Lillith and I are looking forward to it."

"Good."  Roosevelt leaned over and kissed Bill, this time right on 
the mouth.  Bill surprised his now ex-manager by reaching up and 
rubbing his breast through his shirt.  After they broke, Roosevelt 
swatted Bill's ass playfully, saying, "Wench, don't start something 
you can't finish."

Bill left the office with a quick, "See you later."

Bill drove straight home, going as fast as he could without actually 
breaking any speed limits, and ran inside.  As soon as he got inside, 
he started stripping off his male clothes.  Lillith called out, "Is 
that you, hun?"

"Yeah, have you got my male clothes packed up, yet?"

"Well, I packed up the stuff I knew was smallish and/or tight on you. 
I figured you'd want to go through the stuff like t-shirts and such 
on your own.  I also packed up your socks.  You can wear stockings 
for our shopping trip where we can get you some socks that are a 
little more feminine."

"Sounds good.  I can go through the leftovers either when I get back 
or later this week."

"Okay.  So how'd Roosevelt take your leaving?"

Bill walked back to the bedroom, relishing the erotic thrill of his 
breasts, small as they were, bobbling on his chest.  "After I 
explained what had happened, he was okay with it.  Especially since 
he's going through the same thing."

Lillith looked at him with an arched eyebrow of curiosity.  "He's what?"

Billie started putting on a clean dress.  "He's growing breasts. 
They're almost my size, not quite as large as mine, but they're 
there.  I also think, based on his appearance, that he may have the 
same virus that I do."

"Hmm, interesting."  Lillith didn't say anything, but grew 
suspicious.  If Bill/Billie wasn't an isolated case, then wherever 
they picked up the virus was probably when they were together.  She 
innocuously questioned, "Did you notice if anybody else at work was 
more feminine?"

"Not that I noticed."  Billie turned his back to Lillith and pulled 
his hair out of the way.  "Zip me up?"

Lillith zipped his dress up as she thought about the origins of the 
strange virus her boyfriend had.  She ruled out Bill's ex-workplace. 
It was possible that the boys had been infected at work, but if work 
was the place then someone else likely would've been affected.  But 
where else then?  She supposed that Roosevelt and Bill could've been 
affected at different places, but combining the speed of the virus 
with the fact that they were developing breasts at the same time, she 
judged that unlikely.  So the question became where else had 
Roosevelt and Bill been together, but with no one else?

Lillith came up with only one answer, but Bill and Roosevelt hadn't 
been alone that particular evening.  But there wasn't enough to rule 
it out, so she asked, "Billie, when was the last time you saw Ken?"

"Let's see," he mused while sat down and started applying fresh 
make-up.  "It's been a couple months.  Since shortly after we helped 
him move in with his new girlfriend.  Why?"

"Just curious.  You going to contact him?  Tell him about the changes 
you're going through?"

"I suppose I should, but..."

"But what?"

"What if he doesn't react well?"

"At least you'll know.  Besides, is his reacting badly any worse than 
you not contacting him at all and just letting your friendship 
disappear?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Why don't you go see what he's up to tomorrow?  He may surprise you."

"I'll do that."

"You about ready to go?"

"Just got to finish my nail polish.  Of course, I'll have to let them 
dry, too."

"Of course."  Lillith slid onto his lap.

He protested, "Hey, watch out!  I told you my polish was still wet!"

"I know.  I also know you're too careful to get it all over 
everything, so right now you're kind of helpless."

She leaned over and kissed him.  He wrapped his arms around her, 
being careful not to touch her with his fingers.  He kissed her, 
enjoying the feel of their lipstick covered lips sliding over each 
other.  After they broke, Billie, panting heavily, said, "Hun, to 
paraphrase Roosevelt, don't start something you can't finish.  I'm so 
charged up I could and would go all day, so you've got a choice. 
Either we finish getting ready and go out shopping, or we stop 
getting ready and start a night of games."

Lillith smiled.  "I'd like a night of games, but you're going to need 
new clothes.  We might be able to skip the more casual outerwear like 
pants and the such, but you're definitely going to need a small 
collection of foundation garments to accommodate you as you grow into 
your new form.  Unless you want to lock yourself away until you stop 
changing."

"Only if you lock yourself away with me.  Otherwise I'd go bonkers 
waiting at home for you."

"You could always just go out without a bra.  Of course, that'd mean 
your new boobies would be bouncing around underneath your blouse for 
all to see."

Billie gave Lillith a quick kiss on her lips.  "Much as I'm sure 
you'd love that, I don't think so."

Lillith giggled and stood.  "Come on, girlie-girl.  You can dry your 
hands on the way to the store."

The day's shopping wasn't as fun as previous days.  On other shopping 
trips, they had been looking for beautiful things to make the 
experience of Billie more fun for both of them.  This time it was a 
trip mostly to fill out Billie's wardrobe, buying him the more 
mundane garments they had skipped during previous trips.  They still 
had fun, but the trip lacked the erotic thrill of the forbidden that 
had been present on previous excursions.

After they got home and had packed away the merchandise, Billie 
wrapped his arms around Lillith, pulling her back into him.  After a 
few seconds of this, Lillith turned her face to his and asked, 
"Billie, you really are okay with this?"

"Yeah, I am.  Why do you ask?"

"I just stand here in your arms, my butt and back against you, and 
I'm enjoying this.  I feel your bulge pressing against my bum, and 
your breasts pressing gently against my back and I love it.  But I 
wonder if maybe I'm enjoying it too much.  If I ever thought you were 
doing this just to please me-"

"Would that be so wrong?"

"YES!  No one should do things just for the sake of another.  You're 
not my property.  You're not obligated to rearrange your life for my 
sake."

"Not obligated, but I'm doing it anyways."

Lillith frowned and tried to pull away from him.  "You're not making 
me feel any better."

Billie pulled her back into his arms.  "Come here.  Hun, stop 
worrying.  I'm sorry to tell you this, but, yes, part of the reason 
why I'm letting this virus affect me is that you enjoy the new me so 
much."  Lillith literally cringed in his arms.  "Lillith, love, your 
happiness is now and always will be one of the first considerations 
in my life.  Now if I weren't enjoying this, then maybe you'd have 
something to worry about, but I am enjoying this.  I enjoy the games 
we're playing, the dressing up, everything.  Now if you weren't 
involved and I were going through this alone, then I'd probably be 
thinking of this as being a temporary foray into no-man's land, but 
combine my enjoyment with the fact that it makes you happy, and 
there's no going back.  Billie's here to stay."

"Now that helped."

Billie turned Lillith around in his arms.  "Good."  The two kissed 
deeply.  "Want to do something really risky?"

Lillith gave him a suspicious look.  "What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go out.  To a club or the like."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Why not?"

"It's one thing to go out to a doctor's office where we're not going 
to be seeing anyone else, or to a mall where our anonymity makes us 
alone in a crowd.  It's another thing altogether to go out to a club 
where the point is to draw the attention of others."

"Don't you think I'm passable?"

"Easily.  But if you were made by someone who wanted to hurt you for 
being a 'fruity freak' or something like that..."  Lillith shuddered.

"Love, I'm not going to be turned into a shut in.  I'm not going to 
hide at home because somebody might decide to hurt me one day.  I've 
got to go out some day, and today might as well be the day."

Lillith sighed.  "You're right, of course.  But I choose the place."

"Deal.  Where'd you like to go?"

"The S.P.I. club."

"S.P.I.?"

"Sexual Preferences Ignored.  It's a social club.  It was established 
a couple years ago by some business persons who were also in the 
homosexual rights movement.  It requires membership, but I've got 
that, and you can be my guest.  Once inside the rules are simple.  Be 
nice, be polite, and no harassing others."

"Sounds good."

"It's not quite as... busy as your standard night club, but a benefit 
is that even if you're made, it's not a big deal.  The transgendered 
community is highly represented there, and it's not unusual to find 
many cross-dressers and transsexuals there.  It's kind of an 
unwritten rule that you treat people as if they were the sex they 
were dressed as."

"So what do you think I should wear to this club?"

Lillith considered it.  "That body hugging checkered number we got 
you today.  You'll look great."

"I don't know how I let you talk me into getting that."

"Because you look great in it."

"Granted, but if the doctor's right about how fast I'll be changing, 
I'm not going to even fit into it by the end of the week."

"But while you do..."  Lillith raised her eyebrows a couple times 
suggestively.  Billie rolled his eyes, and went into the bedroom to 
get the dress Lillith suggested.

The dress was a sleeveless number covered in black and white squares 
about two inches to a side.  It's hem fell just about mid-thigh, 
showing off Billie's shapely legs.  After putting it on, he brushed 
his hair back, then asked, "Lillith, do you think I should get my 
ears pierced?" turning his head from side to side to look at his 
earlobes.

"Well, it'd definitely increase the number of earrings you could 
wear, and you could always let the holes seal on their own if you 
wanted to forget about it.  All that'd be left would be a small scar."

"So is that a yes?"

Lillith looked around, both wanting and not wanting to answer his 
question.  Finally, she said, "Yes, I think you'd look great with 
pierced ears."

"And maybe a new haircut?"

"Like what?"

"Something a little more feminine."

"You're pushing for a salon trip, aren't you?"

"Had been thinking of it, but I can't really afford it."

"I'll see if we can get an appointment this weekend together.  My treat."

"Lillith, you've already bought so much."

"So what's one more thing?"  Billie tried to protest, but Lillith 
interrupted, saying, "No, don't worry any more about it.  Besides, it 
gives me a bit of a thrill to think of you as my kept woman."

"Alright, but as soon as I get my first paycheck from a new job, I'm 
going to treat you to a night on the town."

"Deal."

The two finished getting ready, and left for the club.  When they got 
there, Billie was struck by how little it looked like any kind of 
club he had ever seen.  It instead looked like one of those high 
style men's clubs portrayed mostly in fiction.  The door was a big 
oak door with a small, embossed plaque mounted on the wall beside it. 
Billie almost expected to see a room full of balding, fat guys 
smoking cigars as he walked through the door.

What he did see was a tasteful room decorated in a modern style.  A 
man dressed in a formal tux waited beside a podium that held a large 
book.  He looked at them and smiled.  "Lillith, how are you?  I 
haven't seen you in a while.  Been busy at the hospital?"

Lillith walked up to the podium and the man turned the book to her. 
"That and some business with my personal life.  This is my friend and 
guest, Billie."

"Hello, Billie, my name is Scott.  Has Lillith briefed you on the 
rules of the club?"

"She told me to be nice and polite."

"Basically, that's it.  The club was established so that people of 
various tastes and lifestyles could mingle without fear of biased 
attacks or prejudice.  Keep in mind that, as a guest, anything you do 
will reflect on Lillith, and if you do cause problems it could result 
in a loss of her membership."

"I don't intend to cause any problems."

"Nobody ever does, but it's a standard speech I have to give all 
guests.  I also have to inform you that this is a social club.  Some 
guests seem to think that simply because we cater to alternative 
sexual lifestyles that anything goes.  Inside the walls of this club, 
drugs, public nudity, and making a public nuisance of yourself are 
all still illegal.  Keep in mind that attacking anyone, even 
verbally, for differing beliefs is strictly prohibited.  If you want 
to have a heated argument, we have private rooms where things like 
that can be done."

"Okay, do I need to sign the book?"

Lillith said, "No need.  I just needed to write 'with guest' when I signed in."

"Okay."

As Lillith escorted Billie into the depths of the club, he asked, 
"Was that warning really necessary?  If everybody who comes in here 
is a practitioner of an alternative lifestyle, why would anybody jump 
down somebody else's throat because of their lifestyle?"

"Hun, because of that very attitude.  Everybody who is homosexual, 
bi-sexual, or transgendered doesn't necessarily think the exact same 
way.  Like any large social group we have a variety of differing 
belief systems.  I don't think anybody's ever been thrown out because 
they disagreed with a sexual lifestyle, but more than a few have been 
thrown out for arguments over political beliefs.  You know, some 
pro-choice advocate, and a pro-life advocate get into it, and can't 
keep it civil.  Something like that."

"Oh, I get it."

"Well, we're just here for a bit of fun, but if you do get into a 
political discussion, take it to a private room, if you think it may 
be getting out of hand.  Better to be safe than sorry."

"Gotcha."

The two went downstairs, where the club had installed a dance hall. 
Lillith explained that the foundation and the reinforced floor made 
excellent sound-proofing.  There weren't many people there, but it 
was a weekday and it was still early.  They went over to the bar and 
ordered a couple sodas while listening to the songs that were 
playing.  After they finished with their drinks when Lillith asked 
Billie to dance, Billie got a fearful look on his face and whispered, 
"I just thought of something.  I don't know how to dance like a girl."

"Why not?  You've watched me wiggle about on more than a few dance 
floors, and seemed to enjoy it, if I recall."  Billie blushed with a 
touch of embarrassment.  "Relax, hun.  I told you.  If anybody makes 
you, they're not going to comment.  Just dance like you think a woman 
ought to and have fun."

Billie  hesitated, but decided to just give it a shot and followed 
Lillith out onto the floor.  He quickly got over his jitters and the 
two lovers danced up a storm.  After a couple numbers, they took a 
brief break for refreshments, but quickly returned to the dance 
floor.  After another number, another woman came out of the small 
group of other dancers on the floor and tapped Lillith on the 
shoulder.  Lillith turned, saying happily, "Karen!" and hugging the 
newcomer.

Karen said, "Haven't seen you in a long time.  Where've you been hiding?"

"Mostly at work, but also spending a lot more time with Bill.  We've 
discovered some new games keeping us occupied."

"So you and he are still an item?"

Lillith smiled and gave Billie a subtle look.  "I told you, hun.  I 
think he's the one."

"So have you gone exclusive?"

"No, I still have the occasional dalliance.  Dalliances which he 
occasionally joins me in."

"Lucky you.  Mind if I cut in?"

Lillith quickly looked to Billie and made sure it was okay with him, 
then said, "Sure."

Both expected Karen to start dancing with Lillith, but she surprised 
them by placing herself next to Billie and dancing him away.  Billie 
looked to Lillith, but she just smiled and shrugged.  He knew Lillith 
wouldn't let him be in any danger, so he just stayed with Karen, 
undulating sensually.

As they danced, Billie was sure that Karen was leaning just close 
enough so that her breasts would just barely brush against his as 
they danced, but he couldn't prove it, so he said nothing.  But he 
sure was getting excited by it, and could feel his dick starting to 
strain against his panties.

When the next song started, it was a slow dance and Billie figured on 
taking a break, but Karen didn't even ask, taking him in her arms and 
leading him in a slow dance.  Since he was used to leading, it was a 
bit awkward getting used to being led, but he soon relaxed into it 
and had fun.  While they danced, Karen asked, "Are you one of 
Lillith's dalliances?"

"We've... dallied."

"I can see why.  You're a cutie.  So what does her beau think of you, 
or haven't you met?"

"We've met.  And I'd like to think that we're good friends."

"Gonna try to replace him in Lillith's heart?"

"Never."

"Good move.  She's really smitten with that man."

"I'm beginning to realize just how much."

"Me, I don't understand it.  I'm only interested in other girls, like 
you.  You interested in a steady relationship with another girl?"

Billie laughed.  "You don't even know my name."

Jokingly Karen said, "Details, details.  You interested or not?"

"Sorry, I'm already in one of those."

"Damn.  All the pretty ones always seem to be taken."  The music 
ended and Karen said, "We'd better get back to Lillith before she 
starts feeling rejected."

The two returned to the bar where Lillith waited.  "Finished with my 
lady?" she said in mock sarcasm.

Billie kissed her and said, "Don't be jealous."

Karen asked, "So what are you two planning for later?"

Billie answered, "Lillith is in charge of this evening's entertainment."

Lillith filled in, "I was just intending to go home after this and 
play some games with Billie here."

"Billie?  Like Bill?  You going for a collection?  One of each sex?"

"Exactly.  Now all I need is a hermaphrodite Bill and a sexless 
Bill."  They laughed at Lillith's joke.

Karen asked, "Is Bill going to be there?"

"No, just me and Billie tonight."

The three of them chatted a bit more before Karen excused herself and 
left.  Lillith and Billie danced a few more dances before leaving for 
home.  When they got there, they saw a car outside and when they got 
out, they saw Karen slumped over the steering wheel.  Lillith knocked 
on the window, and Karen jumped from out of the sleep she had fallen 
into.  Looking at her face, it was clear that she had been crying.

Karen opened the car door and jumped into Lillith's arms, sobbing 
loudly.  Lillith asked, "What's wrong, dearie?"

"She left me, Lillith.  She left me.  For a man!"

"Who left you?"

"My girlfriend, Lisa.  You remember her?"

"No, I don't.  I don't think we ever met."

"Sorry.  I was sure you had."

"So what happened?  Was there some kind of fight?"

"No.  At least not that I knew of.  I just got home this evening and 
all her stuff was gone.  The only thing left was a note saying she 
had met some guy and was going to go live with him."

"Oh, dearie, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry to intrude, Lillith, but could I stay with you tonight? 
I'm just feeling too lonely tonight."

Lillith quickly looked to see if Billie had any objections, and, 
finding him agreeable, said, "Sure, hun."

As Lillith and Karen walked to the door, Karen muttered, "I hate men."

"Your girlfriend runs off without telling you and you blame men?  Is 
that fair?"

"Don't bug me with facts."

Lillith just nodded as she walked Karen to the door.  Billie grabbed 
Karen's purse and quickly followed behind.  Inside, Karen asked, 
"This may be really forward, but could I spend the night in bed with 
you two?"

Lillith said, "Hun, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?  You've done threesomes before."

"It's just..."

Billie said, "It's not her; it's me."

"Don't you find me attractive?  Or don't you do threesomes?"

"That's not it.  It's just...  I'm not all that I seem.  I don't just 
have the same name as Bill.  I... am Bill.  I've got a problem with 
my body that's changing me, making me more feminine, giving me... 
breasts.  But inside, it's still Bill.  My organs are still 
functional, and my soul... well, maybe it's more female than in the 
past, but it's still male.  If you still want to have sex with me, 
I'm willing, but maybe it should just be you and Lillith tonight."

Karen was stunned by Billie's confession.  This cutie she had been 
dancing with was really a guy?  Her stomach began to roll.  She 
turned to Lillith, prepared to ask her not only to not invite Billie 
to their bed, but to ask him to leave.  But even before she could 
utter a sound, she knew that asking would be a mistake.  If she asked 
Lillith to make a choice between her and Billie, even for a night, 
Lillith would choose her boyfriend.

Karen trembled.  She wanted...  She needed to be with someone 
tonight, but to be with Lillith she had to be with Bill, a man. 
Otherwise Lillith wouldn't be totally with her.

Finally, Karen said, "I'll spend the night with both of you."

Lillith seemed about to say something, but Billie whispered something 
into her ear.  They held a brief whispered conversation and Lillith 
walked into the bedroom.  Billie came over and asked, "Are you sure 
you're okay with this?  If you really can't do this, I'll beg off 
with a headache."

"And Lillith will resent me for it."

"Give her more credit.  She may not think it best, but she will 
understand.  She'll also know it was my decision to bow out and will 
forgive."

Karen sighed.  "No, I said I'd do this, so I'll give it a try.  Just 
try to forgive me if I'm not as friendly as I might be."

"Okay."

The two walked into the bedroom.  Lillith was getting out a strap-on 
of hers and said, "Okay, get naked, you two."

Karen was hesitant, but Billie quickly stripped to nothing.  Karen 
couldn't help but be curious and snuck a peek at Billie's naked body. 
It was hard to believe that this was a male.  He was curvier, softer 
and rounder than a lot of girls Karen knew.  So what if her... his 
breasts were a little small?  A woman's breasts were not a measure of 
her womanhood.  But the proof was right there between her... his 
legs.  He had a cock, already partially hard.  It stuck out like a 
missile, ready to invade Karen's softest recesses.

Karen shuddered.  She didn't know why, but men, particularly their 
penises, scared and intimidated her.  She had never been able to 
maintain anything more than a casual friendship with one, even the 
gay ones.  She knew her fear wasn't rational, but she couldn't help 
how she felt.

Lillith broke her out of her reverie by saying, "Chop, chop, Karen, 
time to get naked."  Karen quickly removed the rest of her clothes, 
and Billie went over to the closet.  When Karen was naked, Lillith 
said, "Close your eyes, hun."

She didn't understand, but Karen did as she was asked.  With her eyes 
shut, Karen felt the dildo being strapped on.  Then she was dragged 
towards the bed by the artificial penis now attached to her crotch. 
When she tried to open her eyes Lillith covered them, saying, "Not 
yet, dear."

Karen was confused, but didn't argue it.  She was walked over to the 
bed, where she felt a bit of resistance as the dildo was slid into 
something.  Lillith told her, "You can open your eyes now."

When Karen opened her eyes, she almost recoiled in shock.  The dildo, 
which she had assumed was inside Lillith, was actually a few inches 
inside of Billie.  She felt a little betrayed, but before she could 
object, Billie, who was on his back with a pillow under his back, 
said, "Fuck me, please.  You're in control.  Make me your plaything 
tonight."

Karen was hesitant.  She had never made it with a man.  She was 
always afraid of being invaded by those ugly rods they had.  But 
Billie wasn't invading her.  He was actually asking to be invaded. 
He was giving Karen control, willing to be submissive to her.  Karen 
reached out and tentatively took his legs in hand.  She slid her hips 
forward, pushing the dildo deeper into Billie.  Her first couple 
strokes were hesitant and slow, but when Billie moaned in lust, she 
started jamming in faster.

As Lillith watched, she grew worried.  Karen's motions had a frantic 
demand to them.  It was almost as though she wasn't having sex with 
Billie, but was actually using the dildo in an attempt to conquer 
him.  Lillith was about to step in, but Billie waved her off.  She 
wasn't sure about this, but letting Karen use him had been Billie's 
idea, and Lillith was willing to let this play out.

Karen continued to pump the dildo in and out of Billie's ass, and 
Billie only encouraged her on, saying things like, "Harder, baby, 
harder," and, "Fuck me!" and Karen obliged him.

Karen found it hard to believe what she was doing.  She was fucking a 
guy!  Okay, so the guy wasn't as guy-like as most, but that hard 
seven inches was still bouncing around there right in front of her. 
But Karen also realized that it was almost incidental to the sex 
going on.  She sure wasn't getting or giving anything from or to it, 
and judging by the way Billie was playing with his own breast with 
one hand while grasping the bed covers with the other, he wasn't 
getting anything from his dick.

Then Billie started cumming, spraying onto his own belly, and Karen 
experienced a weird sense of triumph.  She did that!  She MADE him 
cum!  Billie came because SHE pushed him to the point where he had no 
choice.  And as soon as she thought that, Karen came, falling across 
Billie when her orgasm faded.

As she lay there, she realized how mean and savage she had been.  She 
reached up and gently rubbed Billie's breast.  "Sorry to be so rough."

Billie gave her a light kiss.  "It's okay.  I know you needed it."

"And yet knowing what I might do, you still put up with it."  Karen 
pulled herself back to a standing position.  "You deserve something 
better than what I gave you."

Karen began to move her hips again, this time in a softer, more 
subtle way.  She also included her hands in a more active role. 
Using her fingers and palms, she stroked him in the ways she knew 
most women loved.  Last time, mentally, she had sexually dominated a 
man who looked like a girl.  This time she made love to a woman with 
a man's organs.  She knew it was only her way of looking at the 
situation, but it worked.

And it was so easy.  Karen actually found it easier to think of 
Billie as a woman than as a man.  She...  He certainly felt like a 
girl.  And the way he squirmed under her touch was almost identical 
to the way most women would squirm under her touch.

As Karen fucked Billie, Lillith, who had gotten naked, climbed up on 
the bed and straddled Billie's face.  Billie slid his hands up 
Lillith's body and took her breasts in hand, massaging them as he 
slid his tongue inside of her, touching her in that way that he knew 
Lillith loved.  Lillith and Karen leaned together, each sticking out 
their tongues and playfully batting at the other before French 
kissing.  The three continued to move together until orgasm.  The 
orgasm started in Billie, but quickly moved out into his lovers.

They snuggled up together, falling into a deep, blissful sleep. 
Billie woke up a few times that night to find either Karen or Lillith 
suckling on his growing breasts.  What a fantastic feeling.

************
"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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