Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 15:40:35 EDT
From: DEANECHRIS@aol.com
Subject: Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers 5

Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers 5:

By Deane Christopher
Edited by Steve Zink
Copyrighted 2002


Preface


	Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix
the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized
seven-part story, Magician's Assistant.  The premise upon which both that
story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the
Magnificent has been reprimanded by the ethics review board of the
Magician's Guild, and thereby constrained from continuing to use handsome
young males as her stage assistants.  Due to a little known codicil buried
deep within the guild's arcane bylaws, should a performing member elect to
avail themselves of a stage assistant or assistants, said stage
assistant(s) must be: one, young; two, beautiful; and three, female.
Outraged by the ruling of her guild's review board, Magatrix elects to
adhere to the letter of the Magician Guild's bylaws, while sidestepping its
spirit.  Magatrix the Magnificent, via the use of real magic, has elected
to sidestep the spirit of the outdated codicil by asking for male
volunteers from the audience to come up and join her on stage, whereupon
she magically transforms the unsuspecting gentlemen into her lovely female
stage assistants.

	Normally, Magatrix restores these magically feminized volunteer
assistants of hers to their former manly physiques at the completion of her
act.  However, for reasons known only to herself, upon occasion, Magatrix
sometimes elects to maintain her assistants in their feminine personas for
the remainder of the evening, and at times, well into the fullness of the
night.  Generally, when Magatrix selects this expanded stint as a female
option of hers, she modifies her sexual transmogrification spell in such a
way as to cause the transsexualized young gentleman to automatically regain
his manhood at the dawning of the following day.

	Generally, when Magatrix chooses to expand one of her volunteer
assistant's tenure as a bona fide member of the opposite sex, she further
modifies her transsexualization spell to include some very powerful
subliminal inducements that tend to function much the way posthypnotic
suggestions might.  Magatrix does this in order to make it easier for the
sexually transmogrified male to continue to function as the woman he has
been turned into by drastically downplaying, or completely eliminating the
ignominy factor involved in operating for a time as a woman.  For instance,
Magatrix usually continues to negate the residual and telltale awkwardness
that would normally beset most men ensconced in a well-endowed woman's
body.  She achieves this by incorporating several magical subroutines
within her expanded spell in order to compensate for the marked shift in
weight distribution.  That, in turn, directly impacts on the sexually
transmogrified individual's new center of gravity, thereby making it easy
for her sexually transmogrified assistants to maneuver about in a pair of
stiletto heels.

	Since Magatrix the Magnificent's magic act has not substantially
altered from that which was described in my previous story, Magician's
Assistant 1: The Performance, I have elected to begin Magician's Assistant
- Friends & Lovers shortly after Magatrix has brought her evening's
performance to its conclusion.  In other words, the foremost male
protagonist of this story, one Michael Gerlach, begins this story as the
woman Magatrix has turned him into earlier in the evening.  However, for
those who might be interested in reading (or possibly rereading) a
description of Magatrix's magical act, in which the initial
transsexualization of birthday boy Jeff Gibson takes place, I encourage
them to read Magician's Assistant 1: The Performance, which can be accessed
elsewhere on this site.


Synopsis of Preceding Chapters


	Chapter 1 began with a conversation that occurred while the ultra
feminized Michael Gerlach was dancing with his best friend, John Larsen.
Having first discussed Mike's impressions of what it was like to be a
woman, Mike continues on to tell John about of some of the more unusual
aspects of transsexualization spell that she is operating under.  Then,
having admitted that she finds herself sexual attracted to John, Mike
encourages John to kiss her.  One kiss leads to another, whereupon a very
turned-on Mike beseeches John to make love to her.  At that point Magatrix
joins the conversation and offers the two of them the use of one of her
hotel suite's bedrooms.

	In Chapter 2, we joined the couple just prior to Mike's first
multi-orgasmic experience as a woman, via John's selfless act of oral sex.
Following that, the two then go on to share their impressions.  Then, to
John's amazement, Mike informs her friend that what she wants is to
experience what it feels like to have his manhood nestled snugly up insider
her.  John, after a little coaxing on Mike's part, is more than happy to
oblige her.

	Chapter 3 picks up where Chapter 2 left off, with Mike quickly
losing her virginity as the two friends engage in their first act of carnal
sex.  Then, after they have somewhat recuperated from their love making
session, another intimate conversation ensues in which John and Mike begin
to tentatively explore how their feelings toward one another may have
changed, in light of Mike's temporary and magical transsexualization.
Another love making sessions follows, in which John, in the heat of his
passion, utters those three little words that not only have a marked
tendency to scare the bejesus out of people, but can prove absolutely
disastrous to a relationship, terminating it with but their mere utterance.

	In Chapter 4, having acknowledged the fact that they are indeed in
love with one another, John and Mike begin to seriously examine the pros
and cons of a life together as man and wife.  Finally, after a good deal of
discussion, Mike informs John that she wants nothing more than to remain a
woman and become not only his wife, but the mother of his children as well.
The chapter ended with Mike asking John to go get Magatrix so that she
could prevail upon the magician to make her sexual reassignment a permanent
one.


Chapter 5


	John returned to the bedroom only to find it unoccupied.  "Where
you at, kiddo?"

	"I'm in the bathroom," Mike called out.  "Tell Magatrix that I'll
be out in a sec."

	"Don't rush.  She's not here."

	With that sexy new voice of hers, Mike called out, "She's not?"

	"'Fraid not, kiddo..."

	"What time is it?"

	John checked his wristwatch, and returned with a yawn, "Just a
little after three."

	"Oh, so you think she might still be across the street at the
club?"

	"Yeah...  Probably...  That, or out getting something to eat," John
thoughtfully replied, even as his ears clearly registered the sound of the
toilet flushing.

	"What?" Mike called out.  "Sorry, I didn't quite hear what you said
just then."

	Raising his voice a little in order to be heard over the sound of
the gushing water, John replied, "All I said was that you're probably
right.  She's more than likely still over at the club, making sure that
everything is in order for tomorrow's matinee.  Or, if she's not there, she
could also be out somewhere else, grabbing a late night bite to eat."

	"But, you do think she'll be back here soon, don't you?" Mike
hopefully inquired, as she seductively reentered the room, wearing nothing
but that ever so scintillatingly curvaceous new birthday suit of hers.

	"Yeah, I would certainly think she'd be back soon.  I'd say four at
the latest.  I mean, correct me if I'm wrong, but she did tell us that
should we need her, no matter what the reason, that her room is just across
the sitting room, and that all we need do was knock, correct?"

	"Yes.  You're right.  Now that you mention it, I do remember her
saying something to that effect."  Though Mike wasn't at all happy over the
fact that Magatrix had yet to return to her hotel suite, she was not upset
about it either.

	"All right, then... I guess we're just going to have to wait until
she gets here, if, that is, you haven't changed your mind?"

	"No, John.  I haven't changed my mind at all.  Could it be that you
have changed yours?"

	"No!  Not on your life!  I think it should be fairly obvious by now
that I like you just the way you are."

	"Just so you know, I do too, pal.  I do too...  So, am I to take it
that you haven't changed your mind about wanting to make an honest woman
out of me?"

	"No.  You needn't worry about that, kiddo.  Believe me.  I haven't
gotten cold feet, or changed my mind or anything like that. You ought to
know by now that I want to marry you more than anything else in the world,
and don't you ever forget that!"

	"Good!  I'm certainly glad to hear you say that," Mike impishly
replied, as she demurely parked that man-troubling new fanny of hers on the
side of the bed.

	"So, what'dya think, kiddo?" John casually asked as he began to
remove his pants.

	"What do I think about what?"

	"About you and your taking a leak for the first time as a girl?"

	"Oh, so you're curious about that, are you?"

	"Yes.  Yes, I am," John said, as he moved to his side of the bed
and began to climb in between the covers.  "Given that it was the first
time you took a whiz as a girl, I would kind of like to hear your
impressions of what it was like."

	"Well, basically, it's messy, you know, as in when it comes out, it
sort of goes all over the place."

	"That's pretty much what I've heard."

	"And, as you probably already figured out, you've got to do it
sitting down."

	"Yeah, I kind of already knew that one as well.  So, the question
is, do you think you're going to be able to handle it?"

	"If you mean, for the rest of my life, yeah... I think I can handle
it okay.  Now, that's not to say that I won't miss having a pecker each and
every time I have to take a pee, because, I can tell you right now, without
any reservations whatsoever, that I will.  I'm going to miss it dearly,
especially so on those occasions when we're doing something like hiking
through the woods and I find that I have to relieve myself in the worst
friggin' way imaginable.

	"I mean, it sort of goes without saying that that's when I'll miss
not having a guy's 'thing' the most.  But, as much as I'm going to miss
having a pecker to piss with, I actually think that when push comes to
shove, I'll be able to make all the necessary adjustments.  In other words,
John, though taking a leak when you've got a pussy instead of a pecker is
definitely on the minus side of the equation, when it comes to the pros and
cons of being a girl, I do believe that it's a con that I can live with."

	"That's good to hear, Mikey, because if you're going to go through
with this, it is one of those things that you're going to have to learn to
live with."

	"Tell me about it!"

	"I think I just did..."

	"John..."

	"Yes..."

	"While we're waiting for Magatrix to put in an appearance, do you
think that you're up for another go-around?" Mike tenderly inquired as she
seductively slid under the covers.

	"Well, while I'd like to tell you that I'm gung-ho to go again, the
truth of the matter is, I'm not all that sure that I am.  I mean, while I'd
like to say, sure, no problem, and that my body's up for another go-around,
I have to be perfectly honest with you and tell you that I'm not all that
sure that as it stands right now, I'm up for a repeat performance.  That's
to say that I may find that when we reach the crucial part in the
proceedings, I maybe to pooped to pop.  However, if you can live with the
possibility that I might not be able to rise to the occasion, so to speak,
I'd be more than happy to oblige you."

	"Oh, John, I wouldn't want you to do that, you know, and not enjoy
yourself as well."

	"Hey, you needn't worry about me, kiddo.  You ought to know me well
enough by now to know that I don't have to get-off in order to enjoy
myself.  Look, as long as you do, that's perfectly fine with me," John
said, as he reached over and began to caress the inner side of one of
Mike's ever so erotically sensitized thighs.

	"Are you sure?"

	"Sure, I'm sure!  In fact, I get a real kick making you squeal and
squirm like I have.  Besides, though I don't for one moment think that
we'll have any trouble at all convincing Magatrix to make this sexual
switcheroo of yours permanent, just in case we can't, you and I need to
make damn sure that you make the most out of the time you have left as a
woman.  And, if that means that I'm going end up with a whole bunch of
blisters on my tongue, so be it.  I'll end up with blisters on my tongue.
Right now, Mikey, all I care about is making sure that you enjoy yourself
tonight.  Remember!  We're not playing a game of tit for tat!

	"Well, actually I am.  But, you know very well that that's not what
I'm getting at!  What I meant to say was that we're not keeping a tally
sheet.  Look, just because I attend to those carnal needs of yours, doesn't
mean that you have to feel that you owe me, and that you are under some
sort of obligation to attend to mine.  All right?"

	"John, are you really sure about this?" Mike dubiously inquired.

	"Yes, I'm sure!  Fact is, I'm surer than sure!  Tell you what,
kiddo!  If it'll make you feel any better, and if Magatrix goes along with
what we intend on asking her, which I have no doubt she will, if you really
feel that you need to make things all even-steven between us, starting
tomorrow night, and continuing every after night thereafter, until you make
up whatever deficit you feel that you've incurred, you can return the favor
by going down on me."

	"Yeah, right!  You really think I'm going to do something like
that?"

	"You mean to tell me that you have no intentions of ever going down
on me?" John teased, as he slowly drew his middle finger along the outer
lips of his buddy's vagina.

	"No!" Mike was emphatic.  "That's not what I meant at all!  In
fact, I'll go down on you right now, if you really want me to?  Make no
never mind about this, John!  I have no intentions of employing a double
standard when it comes to oral sex, you know, like some of the girls that
you and I have had the misfortune of going out with!  In other words, John,
while there's no way in hell that I would ever suck another guy's cock as a
guy, now that I'm a girl, be advised that I fully intend to become one of,
if not the most skillful cocksucker there ever was!  Hell, who knows, I
might even get to like sucking that gross little gnarled-up thingie of
yours so much that, once I get into the swing of things, there's always the
remote possibility that I might even let you come in my month every now and
again!"

	"One can only hope!" John replied, before he pressed his lips to
hers.


*****


	Slowly, employing the touch, tease, tweak and titillate method of
sexual stimulation, John quickly rekindled the fires of his ultra feminized
friend's ardor.  Proving himself once again to be a grand master of the
sensual art form of foreplay, John soon had Mike wriggling and raving under
his deft-handed ministrations.

	Feeling her buddy's tongue begin to deliciously swirl about the
aureola of that man-troubling and rather ample left breast of hers, Mike,
unable to stifle herself, frantically exclaimed, "Oooo...  John!" she
breathlessly gasped.  "You have no idea how good that feels!"

	Lifting his mouth slightly, John impishly teased, "So, I take it
that you like it when I do that?"

	"Yes!  Oh, Yes!" Mike wantonly beseeched.

	Inserting the nub of his middle finger in between the multiple
lip-folds of that satin slick slit of hers, John located the nub of Mike's
clitoral protrusion, and began to tenderly fondle and caress it.  As he did
so, he whimsically intoned, "And, do you like it when I do this?"

	With jolt after jolt of pure unadulterated carnal pleasure coursing
and cavorting within her, Mike first groaned, and then reflexively
squealed, "God, yes!  I love it!"

	"Did you just say that you want wanted me to stop?"

	"No!" Mike brazenly implored.  "Never!"

	"All right, then..." John shifted position.  "Since we have the
time, what say I take you on a guided tour of all these new erogenous zones
with which Magatrix has been kind enough to fit you out, and you can tell
me what tickles that new fancy of yours, and what doesn't?"

	Primarily employing his mouth as the instrument of her undoing, and
starting just below the lower extent of Mike's conical breast, John began
to kiss, suck and nibble his way across that taught and delectable little
tummy of hers.  Continuing down across her lower abdomen, and coming within
a scant RCH (red cunt hair) of the trim little V'ed mat of curly cued hair
that comprised Mike's natural honey blonde pussy, John passed on to creamy
smooth skin that marked the crest of his lover's thigh.  While continuing
to work his way down the run of her outer thigh, John deftly slipped a hand
under one hemisphere of Mike's ever so sublimely sculptured rump, and began
to knead and fondle it.  Then, as John found himself forced to reposition
himself so as to be able to continue down Mike's lower leg, he slid his
hand beneath Mike's other knee and gently began to massage it.  Arriving at
Mike's foot, and taking great care not to tickle her over much, thereby
destroying the intimacy of the moment, John, upon reaching the toes, began
to tenderly suckle them.

	Mike was flabbergasted.  Though she always heard that women had it
far better than men when it came to erogenous zones, she had no idea that
women had it that good.

	'Damn!' she reeled.  'I've got some many!  They're all over the
friggin' place!  Hell, I'm getting turned on, and all he's doing is sucking
my toes!  This is fantastic!  Absolutely, fan-fucking-tastic!  God, it's
great to be a girl!'

	Oddly enough, the erogenous zone that really did a number on Mike,
that made her feel all lucy-juicy inside that new glory hole of hers, was
when John began to orally minister to the inner portion of her wrist.

	"John!" Mike gasped.  "That feels wonderful..."

	"Oh, so I take it that I've found something that Madame likes?"

	"Yes!" Mike managed with a gleeful yelp.  "Yes, Madame likes that a
whole lot..."

	"Would Madame like me to take her to the next plateau?"

	"Yes!  Oh, yes!  Madame would like that very much..."


*****


	With lips that alternated between nibbling and sucking and kissing,
with nimble fingers, fingers that prodded and probed and stroked, with that
ever so talented tongue of his, a tongue that swirled and twirled and
twittered and tweaked, John repeated propelled Mike to the brink of
unbridled ecstasy.  Employing a spectacular kaleidoscope of varying
foreplay techniques, John stripped away the last vestiges of Mike's
humanity, thereby reducing her to that depraved status of a primordial
she-beast.  With reckless abandon, the she-beast that she had so willing
become, in turn surrendered herself to the upwelling of her most debasing
desires, and so degenerated into a lust-crazed succubus.

	Mike bucked.  She squirmed.  She cavorted.

	She screamed.  She cried.  She whimpered. She clamored, repeatedly
and unrelentingly, beseeching the Almighty On High to grant her the
unparalleled rapture of physical fulfillment.

	She began to fantasize.  In her mind, instead of it being her
boyhood friend who was making love to her, Mike became an avowed narcissist
as she began to picture her male-self getting it on with her female-self.
Then, in a strange, though far more erotic turn of events, the scenario
that was being played out in her mind modulated.  Instead of it being
Mike's male-self who was engaged in making passionate love to her
female-self, both of the fantasized lovers were not only female, both were
the thoroughly feminized renditions of Mike, herself.  In her mind, Mike
had cloned an identical twin, and that twin was eagerly engaged in eating
the other Mike out.

	John had purposely paced himself, so as to extend the duration of
this fourth sexual go-around of theirs for as long humanly possible.
However, upon the realization that his buddy had reached the shit or get
off the pot point in the proceedings, the point where she was thoroughly
primed and ready, and that to postpone the inevitable any longer would
prove detrimental, John deftly repositioned himself.  Moving his torso into
the inviting splay of those ever so lovely, sculptured long legs of Mike's,
and without breaking stride or dropping a stitch, John lowered his head
into position and eagerly began to perform the selfless act of cunnilingus.

	Seconds later, Mike was hanging ten, as she rode the tsunami like
wave of her cresting elation.  Concurrently, the unbridled pleasure that
was chaotically billowing and surging within her reached a level that
surpassed excruciating.  Several tongue swipes later, critical mass was
achieved and the spasmodic chain reaction of orgasmic Nirvana unleashed.


*****


	Having allowed his friend an appreciable amount of time to once
again savor and enjoy the warm-fuzzies of post-orgasmic bliss in silence,
John felt compelled to ask, "So, tell me, kiddo, was it as good for you
this time as it was before?"

	Sheepishly, Mike sensually purred, "Oh, yeah...  Definitely..."

	Then, adding in an afterthought, Mike dreamily murmured, "Fact is,
though I would much rather have had you in me when I came, I'd have to say
that each time seems to get better - No!  On second thought, make that
stronger! - than the time before."

	"So, am I to take it that you still enjoy coming as a girl?"

	Coyly, Mike replied, "I think that's pretty much a given, don't
you?"

	"Yeah..." John chuckled.  "I guess it is at that.  And, you haven't
changed your mind?"

	"No, John.  If you're asking me if I've changed my mind about
wanting to remain as I am right now, I haven't changed my mind one iota.
Now, that's not to say that I don't have some misgivings about it, because
I do.  I have a lot of them.  However, even though I do, the more I think
about spending the rest of my life as a girl, the more I think the pros far
out weigh the cons."

	"I'm sure glad to hear you say that, pal."

	"You are, are you?"

	"You bet your sweet ass I am!  I mean to tell you, kiddo!  Were you
to reconsider this girl-shit business now, I'd be down right devastated."

	"You would, would you?"

	"Oh, yeah!  Make no never mind about it, Mikey!  I have found the
girl of my dreams, and you'd best believe that girl is you!"

	Feeling the cockles of her heart warmed upon hearing her friend say
such a thing, a thoroughly delighted Mike adolescently cooed, "I'm sure
glad to hear you say that, John.  Because it's like I told you before, if
the two of us can convince Magatrix to make my present condition a
permanent one, you'd best hold up to your end of the bargain and make an
honest woman of me!"

	"Oh, have no fear of that, Mikey.  I fully intend on marrying you,
that is, if some other guy doesn't come along and steal you out from under
me."

	"Don't you concern yourself about that, John, because that ain't
never going to happen!  And, do you know why that ain't never going to
happen?  Well, I'll tell 'ya!  It ain't never going to happen for a couple
of reasons!  First and foremost, I love you!  And, that's the be all and
end all of it!

	"Secondly, I have the sneaky suspicion that the way Magatrix has
this whole girlhood thing of mine rigged, there's only one guy in this
whole friggin' world that I can love, and that guy is you, pal!  I mean,
while I still can't be entirely sure about this, you know, until I put this
admittedly far-retched theory of mine to the test, I do believe that with
the exception of you, yourself, as it stands now, I do believe that I'm a
lesbian!"

	"You can't be serious?" John was incredulous.  "Take it from me,
kiddo, you're no lesbo!"

	"Look, John, I'm not trying to be contrary here, but I tend to
think that I am.  And, if I'm not a lesbian, then I guess you'd have to
consider the girl-me a bisexual!"

	"How can you say something like that?"

	"Because..." Mike stammered.  "Because, while there's no doubt
about the fact that I find myself sexually attracted to you, I still find
that I like women!"

	"Name one!"

	"Well..." Mike replied demurely.  "As conceited as this is going to
sound, I think I've got a bad case of the hots for the new me."

	"Oh, you do, do you?"

	"Yes!" Mike returned defensively.

	"So, what's the big deal about that?  So, what if the old you
that's still crammed up inside of that pretty little head of yours likes
the new you!  Who cares?  I mean, I'm certainly not about to get jealous
over something as stupid and as non-threatening as that!  Besides, liking
yourself like that, even if liking yourself like that is a turn-on for you,
doesn't make you either a bisexual or a lesbian.  It makes you a
narcissist, or, if you'd rather, a sort of self-contained sexual
freakazoid, who digs the livin' shit out of that hot new bod of hers!"

	"Thanks a heap, pal!"

	"Hey!  Watch it!  Look, there's no need to get flip with me, kiddo!
Remember, I'm on your side.  Besides, if I had a body like yours, you'd
best believe that I'd be gah-gah with myself, too!  I mean, given the same
set of circumstances, who wouldn't be?  Think about it, kiddo!  The way you
look, coupled with all those nifty new erogenous zones with which Magatrix
fitted you out, you're a real live, walkin', talkin', multi-orgasmic
accident waiting to happen!"

	"Yeah..." Mike replied shyly.  "I guess I am at that.  Oh!  And,
speaking of Magatrix, by any chance, did you hear her come in when we were,
shall we say, going at it hot and heavy?"

	"No...  Now that you mention it, I didn't.  Did you?"

	"No.  Thanks to you, and what you were doing to me, I think it's
fair to say that I was far too preoccupied to have heard anything.  What
time is it, anyway?"

	John, having glanced at the wristwatch that he had earlier placed
on the night stand along with his keys and wallet, replied,
"Four-fifty-four."

	"Damn!  I didn't think it was that late."

	"Neither did I, kiddo.  Neither did I..." John admitted with a
yawn.

	"I would think that Magatrix should have come in by now."

	"I agree.  She certainly should have."

	"But, you didn't hear her come in."

	"No...  No, I didn't.  But, that doesn't mean she didn't.  I mean,
it's like you said, we were both kind of preoccupied there for awhile..."

	"John, as much as I hate having to ask you to do this, could you be
a dear, and go out and see if she's in her room, you know, so that I can
ask her what I want to ask her?"

	"Sure, kiddo.  It would be my pleasure to do that for you.  But,
before I do that," John began, as he climbed out of the bed, "tell me,
what's with this 'dear' shit of yours?  I mean, we aren't even married yet,
and you're already starting to employ endearments."

	"John!"

	"Yes, dear..."

	"Just so you know, sarcasm does not become you."

	"Oh, and here I thought it did..."

	"Please!  Since we don't have a lot of time left before the sun
comes up, would you just go and see if she's come in yet?"

	"Yes, dear.  I'm on my way."  John, having sleepily drawn his pants
on, smirked.


*****


	Returning to the bedroom a minute or so later, only to once again
find it unoccupied, John called out, "Hey!  Are you in the bathroom again,
Mikey?"

	"Yes." Mike, with that ever so sexy voice of hers, sang out from
the adjoining room.  "Is she here?"

	"No."  There was a sense of chagrin clearly conveyed in John's
voice.  "I'm afraid not, kiddo."

	"Shit!" Mike, thinking that Magatrix might be a no-show, agitatedly
replied.  "I was afraid you were going to say that!  She did say that she
would be here, didn't she?" Mike, appearing in the doorway, quizzically
inquired of her lover.

	"That was my understanding..."

	"So, why isn't she?"

	"Beats me, kiddo.  I only wish I knew.  Remember, Mikey, I want to
get this business resolved as much as you do."

	Realizing that she was starting to allow her frustrations to get
the better of her, Mike contritely replied, "I'm sorry, John!  I didn't
mean to snap at you like that!"

	Opening his arms to her, John urged, "It looks as if somebody here
needs a hug, so why don't you drag that sorry ass of yours over here and
let me give you one."

	Mike, feeling as dejected as she was, did as her lover suggested.
"John..." Mike softly intoned.  "What are we going to do?"

	"You mean, if Magatrix doesn't show up before it's time for you
turn back into a guy?"

	"Yes!  That's what I'm asking."

	"Well, I guess we can always camp out here until she does put in an
appearance, if that is, you think that's the way to go."

	"Yeah..." Mike replied thoughtfully.  "I kind of think I'd like to
do that."

	"All right then, that's what we'll do!  We'll camp out here until
she shows up.  However, since we do have the key to let ourselves back in,
and they do have a pretty good restaurant downstairs, my suggestion is that
we leave Magatrix a note, informing her that we really need to talk to her,
and then go down and get us a some breakfast.  Then, once we're finished
eating, you and I can hop on an elevator, ride it back up here, and watch
some television while we wait for Magatrix to put in an appearance."

	"Sure sounds like a plan to me."

	"Okay, kiddo, then that's what we'll do.  We'll wait her out."

	"So, do you happen to know when the restaurant here starts serving
breakfast?"

	"Early, I think.  I know there's a lot of locals who like to catch
a bite here on their way to work, so I should think that it'll be open by
six, six-thirty at the latest."

	"Tell you what, why don't you call down to the front desk and
check?"

	"Sure thing, kiddo!  And, just what are you going to do while I'm
doing that?"

	"Me?  I'm going to go take a shower."

	"Yeah, a shower sounds good.  I really ought to think about taking
one of those myself," John thoughtfully replied.  "Hey!  Do you think
Magatrix would get bent out of shape if I were to use her shower?  I mean,
while I'd really like to take a shower with you, I'm afraid that one thing
might lead to another and we'd end up getting sidetracked.  And, were we to
get sidetracked, we could easily lose track of the time.  And, were we to
lose track of time, the sun could come up before either one of us was aware
of it.  And, were that to occur, you might all of a sudden change back into
a guy again, embarrassing the shit out of both of us in the process.

	"I mean, while I know we take showers together all the time after
we're done swimming laps over at the pool, this is an entirely different
situation altogether.  Look!" John, in an effort to explain himself,
stammered.  "I don't want you getting the wrong idea here, kiddo!  I mean,
you know I'm anything but a prude!  But, you've got to admit that a shower
stall is just a little too close for comfort for something like that to
happen!  You know, as in were you to all of a sudden grow a pecker, while I
was fingering your clit, it would freak me out!"

	"Yeah, you're right," Mike concurred with a nervous chuckle.  "I
really don't think either one of us wants something as icky as that to
happen.  I mean, I for one sure don't.  I'll grant you that Magatrix
assured us that whatever happened between us tonight wouldn't do anything
to screw up our friendship.  However, she also said that she'd be here.
So, as much as I'd like it were we able to take our showers together, I
think you're right.  We shouldn't push it.  The risk just isn't worth it.
So, as much as I hate to say this, I do believe it's for the best if you
and I took separate showers.  And, if Magatrix gets upset over the fact
that you used her bathroom in which to take a shower, tough-titty!  She'll
just have to get over it.  I mean, it's not like we don't have enough
towels..."