20 __Joe_Bates_Saga__________________________________________________________



20.  Chapter :      The Cause (Part 2)



Joe called Tim and Dave's room.  They agreed to meet in fifteen
minutes, downstairs in the hotel lobby.  When they arrived, Tim and
Dave were already there.  Tim was wearing some of his new purchases and
now, along with the physical changes brought about by the metamorphosis
and his new hair style, the young man's very feminine body looked
exactly like what Joe thought of as "cute." Dave, of course, still wore
the now familiar yellow coverall.  It seemed to Joe that Dave's hips
and butt looked a little larger each time he saw him, but his friend
didn't seem to notice.

"Where do you want to eat?" Joe asked.

"I don't have a preference," Dave responded.  "Right here will be fine
with me."

"Yeah, Sounds ok to me too." Mike added.

"How about it, Tim?" Joe asked.  "Is this place satisfactory to you?"

"Sure, absolutely." Tim said.  "I only hope I can afford it."

"Don't worry about paying for it." Joe said.  "I'm putting this on
expenses.  I'll cover yours too."

"Great!" Tim said.

Everyone followed Joe and Mike into the quite formal dining area of the
hotel.  They stood at the podium, and in a moment the head waiter came
to them.  He looked at the group of women with a critical eye.

"Good evening, ladies," he said.  "Will there be just four of you?"

"Yes," Joe answered.

"Follow me, please." He continued.

Joe, Dave, Mike and Tim followed the waiter single file to a dimly lit
table in a quiet area of the restaurant.  He positioned the chair out
for Joe, who looked at him a moment, until he realized what was going
on, and then carefully sat.  Using Joe as an example, the others
followed suit.

"Your waiter will be with you momentarily, ladies." The waiter smiled
and left.

"Well.  That was sure the royal treatment," Mike said.

"Oh, I don't know," Joe said.  "It's probably just the way they treat
women here.  Maybe we'll just have to get used to it, if we can." He
grinned.

"It is kind of nice," Tim said.  "I guess not everything about this is
bad."

"How's it going, Tim?" Joe asked.  "Are you getting used to it yet?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so." Tim answered.  "That is, if it's possible to
get used to something like this happening to you."

"Well I guess I just have to be the first to tell everybody," Joe
announced.  "Our Mike here has decided to answer to the name, Michelle.
And...  he's...  no, she's...  even going on a date tonight," Joe
teased.

"A date?" Tim asked incredulously.

"Don't listen to him," Michelle said.  "I'm not going on a 'date',
that's just his bullshit."

"But what about the 'Michelle'?" Tim asked.

"Well I don't know.  I was thinking maybe it might not be such a bad
idea.  It's very like my name, and it doesn't sound so strange when I
tell people who don't know about me my name.  Telling people my name is
Mike sounds strange now, don't you think?" Michelle asked.

"No worse than Tim, or Joe." Dave answered.

"Tim and Joe can do whatever they want." Michelle said.  "I'm going to
try it for a while at least, and see how it works.  Maybe you guys
should consider other names too.  If we're going to have to live like
this, we might as well blend in as well as we can and make the best of
it."

"I wonder what name I could use?" Tim thought aloud.

"How about Tina?" Michelle suggested.  "I used to know a girl with that
name.  She looked a little bit like you do, too."

"Naw, I don't like it," Tim said.  "I don't care what you guys think I
look like, I don't want a 'cutesy' name like Tina.  My sister's name is
Becky.  I wonder what she'd say if...  when she sees how I look.  Hell,
I think I've got bigger boobs than she does." He suddenly went quiet as
he considered his now changed relationship with his sister.

"How old is she, Tim?" Joe asked, trying to keep him talking and not
feel sorry for himself and what had happened to him.

"She's about a year older than me," Tim answered.  "I just turned
twenty-one, and she'll be twenty-two next month."

"Does she still live at home?" Joe asked.

"Well, right now she's at home, but she'll be moving to Flagstaff as
soon as school's out," Tim said.  "I don't know if I want her to see me
like this."

"If you plan to go home, I don't think you'll be able to hide it,"
Michelle said.

"Don't remind me," Tim said.  "I don't know how I can ever tell my dad
what has happened to me.  I think he'd just die."

"Maybe not," Joe said.  "I take it you haven't told them yet."

"God, no," Tim said.  "I have been hoping that somehow I'd be able to
change back.  You know...  wake up, and look like a guy again."

"It doesn't look like it'll be that easy." Joe said.  He was glad that
he didn't have to face his own father, who was deceased, looking as he
did.  He didn't know about telling his own mother that her only son was
now her only daughter.

"Yeah.  I think you're right" Tim said.

The waiter came to the table with menus.  He asked if anyone would like
a drink.  Joe asked for a beer.  Mike thought that sounded good and did
the same.  Dave asked for scotch.  Tim said nothing, but the waiter
stood waiting for the young lady to order.

"I'll have a Michelob, too" Tim finally said, looking up from the menu,
and seeing that the waiter was waiting for his response.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask for your ID," the waiter said,
apologetically looking at the young girl.

With extreme embarrassment, Tim took his wallet from the small handbag
he had just bought that afternoon.  From it he retrieved his driver's
license, which still had his male photograph, and of course, there was
still an "M" in the block labeled sex.  The waiter looked at the card,
and then back at Tim.  He looked again, and with a totally confused
look, he gave the ID back.  He said nothing, probably so unsure as to
what was going on that he thought it best to do nothing.  This young
lady...  and it was quite obvious that Tim was female...  was either an
idiot trying to use her brother's driver's license, or something very
weird was going on.  He decided it best to leave it alone.  He had
asked for ID, that's all the manager had ordered him to do.  Let the
cute kid have a drink if she wants one.

In a few minutes, the waiter returned with their drinks and asked if
they were ready to order.  They were, and in turn, they told him what
they wanted.

When the waiter left, Joe took a swig from his glass.  It still tasted
great, but he knew from experience that one or maybe two of these now
had the effect of twice that number.  Tim drained his glass in very few
swallows.  It took more than just becoming a girl to change the way he
downed a brew.  He put the empty glass back on the table.

"You better watch out," Joe advised.  "If you're at all like me, I
think you'll find that you can't hold anything like you did before."

"Aw, it went down just the same," Tim said, a big grin forming on his
face.  "Besides, you're paying the bill, aren't you?"

"Yeah.  I'll pay for it," Joe said.  "But I'm not sure I could carry
you upstairs anymore." He grinned, flexing his arm and rubbing his firm
but small biceps.

The service in the hotel restaurant was good, and almost immediately
the waiter noticed Tim's empty glass.  With some surprise, he asked if
Tim would like another.

"Sure.  Keep them coming," Tim responded, the words sounding funny
coming from such a feminine voice and person.

Tim was well into his second Michelob when Joe finished his first.
Mike and Joe were hardly drinking at all.  Before Tim could order
another, the waiter brought out the salads.  They started eating
immediately, and again, Tim acted more like the twenty-one year old guy
he was born as than the soft, feminine person he had become.

"I guess didn't realize how hungry I was," Tim said, hungrily wolfing
down the salad.

"You're acting like you haven't eaten in a week." Joe said, watching
him in amazement.

"I haven't eaten very much lately I just haven't been hungry, until
now."

"You're going to have to watch how much you eat, too," Joe advised.
"Karen said that it's really easy for a female to gain weight.  And
every bit if it goes to the hips and butt."

"I don't think I have any problem with that, do you?" Tim asked.  Like
Joe, the change had left his body with very trim hips, especially for a
woman, and a firm derriere, and he knew it.

"Maybe not today, but if you don't watch it, it'll grow on you," Joe
said.

"Just look at my ass if you want to know what it can be like," Dave
added.  "I didn't really lose my gut, I'm just sitting on it now," he
said, somewhat sarcastically.

"Exercise with me." Michelle said.  "We'll have that butt off in no
time," he said to Dave with a grin.

"I'll have to think long and hard before I could step inside a gym
looking like this," Dave replied.

"Hey, but it's kinda fun," Michelle said.  "You wouldn't believe the
sights in the locker room." He winked at Joe.  As far as Joe knew,
Michelle had never even been in a women's locker room yet.

They finished their meal, but not before Tim downed two more beers.
When they were ready to leave, it was becoming obvious that Tim was
feeling the effects.  His speech was becoming a little slurred, and he
was speaking much louder, his inhibitions almost completely gone.  When
he got up, he clung to the back of the chair for support.  Joe saw his
young friend had a problem.

"Having some trouble, Tim?" Joe asked with a chuckle.

"I ah...no.  I'm ok," Tim insisted.  "I'm just a little dizzy, that's
all."

"Yeah.  We can see that," Dave said.  "You're shit-faced, Tim."

"I admit, I do think I feel a little buzz.  But really, I'm just fine,"
Tim again insisted.  "I think I better just go up to the room for a
while."

"That's a good idea," Joe agreed.  "Are you going to go with him,
Dave?"

"Yeah, I'll take little miss muffet up to her room," Dave said, trying
to hold back a laugh.  It was quickly becoming obvious that Tim could
barely walk.

It was all Dave, with Joe's help, could do to get the very tipsy Tim to
the elevator.  Tim kept objecting to their assistance, and sometimes
did so quite loudly.  When Joe's hand accidentally touched Tim's
breast, slightly pinching it between him and his arm, Tim objected
loudly.

"Hey, lay off the boobs," Tim said.  "You think just because I'm a
little drunk I can't feel you touching me?"

"I'm not trying to touch you," Joe said with a snicker.  "I'm trying my
best to help you walk."

They finally got Tim to his room.  They sat him on the bed and then
stood there a moment, wondering what to do next.

"Now what?" Tim asked.  "You two just going to stand there, and look at
me?"

"We're trying to decide what to do next," Joe said laughing.

"Ok then, stand there.  I'm going to go take a piss," Tim decided.

He tried to get up, but was having difficulty rising from the bed.  Joe
grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

"Can you make it to the bathroom?" Joe asked.

"I'd aprresheat it if you'd help me get in there," Tim conceded.

Joe assisted Tim to the bathroom.  When he got to the stool, Tim stood
there, and fiddled with the zipper at the front of his shorts.  He
finally got the zipper down, and with his finger, started to probe
around inside his shorts, as if looking for something.  Joe watched
him, trying to figure out what he was trying to do.

"Just what are you up to now?" Joe finally asked.

"Well, what does it look like?" Tim said.  "I'm trying to take a piss.
If I can just get my damn dick out, that is."

His foggy, confused mind had apparently forgotten about the changes
which had occurred.

"I don't think that's going to work, Tim," Joe said.  "Maybe you better
just pull your pants down."

The results of the probing and Joe's words started to bring Tim back to
reality.  He unbuttoned the waistband of the shorts and pulled them
down.  He stood there, looking down at the blue panties he wore.  He
looked over at Joe, and then back down at himself.  Finally, he broke
out in laughter.

"You know what?" Tim asked.  "I forgot I was a girl.  I was thinking I
was still a guy, and I was trying to piss standing up.  For a second
there I was just having trouble finding my cock.  It felt like it was
just somehow caught between my legs or something.  Ain't that rad?  I
thought it was just caught or something." He kept laughing, seeming to
be amused by how his new body had tricked him.

Joe and Dave watched as Tim pulled down his underwear and then
awkwardly sat on the stool, then they left the room.

"Think you'll be ok with him?" Joe asked Dave.

"Sure.  If he doesn't come out in a few minutes, I'll go in after him."
Dave said.  "You know, if a few beers made him forget about this, even
if for a minute, I think I envy him.  I might just go out and get a
six-pack myself."

Joe grinned at his friend.  "If you think it'll help, go ahead and try
it, but you know as well as I do, it really won't change anything.  And
just don't get so screwed up that you can't get up tomorrow."

"Don't worry," Dave said.  "I'll probably just stay here and nursemaid
our little miss muffet."

"I'm going back to the room and hit the sack.  I don't know why I'm so
tired."

"Maybe it's because you didn't get much sleep last night," Dave said,
grinning.

Joe went back to his room, wondering what Dave meant by that last
statement.  Did he know what he and Jay had done the night before?

Mike (Michelle) was standing in front of the dresser mirror, looking at
him (her) self, and trying on each of the tops she had bought that day.

"What do you think?  What should I wear?" Michelle asked hopefully.

"I think what you have on is as good as any," Joe advised.  "Maybe you
should get some other things tomorrow."

"Yeah.  That won't help me tonight though."

"What time are you going down there?"

"I guess about eight.  I'll go down in a half hour.  If nothing is
going on, I'll only stay an hour or so."

"Are you sure you're really ready for this?"

"Hell, I don't know, Joe.  I thought it was a good idea when Gordon
asked me.  I'm more than a little nervous now, though."

"Don't go if you don't want to," Joe advised.  "Nobody's expecting you
to do anything like this so soon."

"I might as well give it a try," Michelle said.  "As you said, nobody
can tell I'm not a natural woman, and it'll be a challenge to try to
act like one."

"Just don't get in any deeper than you really want to."

"Hey, I'm a big bo...girl.  I can take care of myself." Michelle
grinned at her slip up.

Joe quickly removed his clothes, including his underwear; then pulled
on the comfortable little terry romper.  He snapped on the TV with the
remote, and then pulled back the spread from the bed.  He lay down,
bunching the two pillows up behind his head.  Remembering the
hairpiece, he took it off and carefully placed it on the nightstand.
The air felt cool on his head as the conditioned air blew through his
short hair.  He ran his hand through it, wishing it were as long as the
wig so he could forget about wearing that.  In due time, he knew, all
in due time...

Finally, Michelle left, and Joe was left alone.  He tried to watch a
movie, but was soon fast asleep.


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

Mr.  Bates....  Mr.  Bates....  Joe could hear someone calling his
name.  He looked around.  He was in a room a bit like a hospital room,
or maybe a laboratory of some kind.  A young, very pretty nurse was
standing over his bed, shaking him and calling his name.

"What do you want?  Is something wrong?" Joe asked.

"I was trying to wake you," the woman answered.  "You've been sleeping
for hours.  I was beginning to wonder if you were ok."

"Yeah, I'm fine." Joe answered, taking stock of his senses as he woke.
He pulled the sheet back, and saw that he was wearing a hospital gown.
He accidentally brushed his chest, and didn't feel the familiar
softness of his breasts.  That's strange, he thought.  He placed a hand
under the gown, and as he felt his bare chest, he realized that it was
again covered with hair, and the only bulges evident were those of his
well developed pectoral muscles.  It seemed that his soft breasts had
departed as quickly as they had appeared.  What's going on here, he
wondered again?  The nurse saw his surprise, but remained silent and
watched as he inspected his body.

Joe reached down and carefully felt between his legs.  There, instead
of a tiny, sensitive, clitoris imbedded in the cleft of a moist vulva,
he discovered a semi-erect penis, and under that, a testicle-filled
scrotum.  Since he had by now become familiar with his new feminine
shape, these male organs seemed unfamiliar, and strangely huge.

With a start, Joe rapidly sat up in the bed.  This movement surprised
the nurse, who jumped back quickly.  He swung his legs over the side of
the bed, and stood up.  With that, it was obvious that he had also
returned to his former height.  He ran his hands over his chest, his
hips, and again touched himself between his legs, finding it difficult
to believe what he was feeling.  But it was perfectly clear, his body
had become male again.

The nurse, who had been watching in interest, finally said.  "Mr.
Bates, I think you better get back into that bed.  I'll have to call
the doctor."

"What is going on anyway?" Joe asked, confused.  "How did this happen
to me?"

"But don't you remember?" The nurse said.  "They've discovered the way
to change you back to normal.  They tried an experiment on you
yesterday, and as you can see, it worked.  But you better lie back down
until the doctor can check you over."

"But I'm ok...can't you see that?" Joe insisted.  He could feel the new
strength in his muscles as he stretched his arms over his head.

"I'll call the doctor right now," the nurse said, as she backed out of
the room.

"I want to put some real clothes on." Joe told her as she left the
room.

Joe then went over to the dresser near the wall.  When he opened a
drawer, he found it contained only his female underwear...panties and a
bras...no outer clothing at all.  He went to the small closet.  When he
opened it he again found only his women's clothes.  He took out a
hanger which held a top and pair of shorts.  It obvious that these
things wouldn't fit him now, even if he dared try putting them on.  He
went back to the bed and sat on the edge, quite confused.

He was sitting there only a minute when the door to his room opened,
and woman entered.  Joe was surprised to see it was his girl friend,
Linda.

"Linda!  Look at me, I'm a man again!" He exclaimed.

"I heard Joe, and I came right over." Linda said.  "Are you happy about
it?"

"Sure I am.  Aren't you?" Joe asked.

Linda walked over to his bed, and slowly pushed him back, until his
head was again resting on the pillows.  Seductively, she put her soft
hand under his hospital gown, and grasped his penis.  She slowly,
gently ran her fingers up and down along the stiffening shaft, and Joe
closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar old sensation...  a feeling he
thought he would never again experience.  As she stroked him, Linda
placed her lips on his.  Joe could smell her and taste her sweetness as
they kissed deeply.  He reached up and tried to put his arms around
her, but she kept pushing them away, so that he couldn't get them
around her.  Finally, he gave up trying to hold her, and just let her
pleasure him.  In a very short while, he experienced the release of
orgasm, and then felt Linda slide into the bed alongside him.  He put
his arms around her incredibly soft body, and held her tightly.  He
suddenly became very tired.  With Linda firmly in his arms, Joe fell
fast asleep.  It seemed everything was working out after all.


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

Joe woke as he heard a key fumbling at the door to his room.  From the
glow of the TV, he could see someone enter and go over to the other
bed.  When the light on the side of the bed snapped on, Joe could see
that it was a woman.  He looked down at Linda, and saw that he was
hugging his pillows.  The "other woman" was Michelle, coming in from
his/her evening out.  Joe looked down at himself, and saw, as well as
felt, that his boobs were back...he was still a woman.  As a final
confirmation, he tensed the muscles in his crotch, and could tell by
the now familiar sensation that his new penis had only been a dream.

"Are you awake?" Michelle asked, looking over at Joe.

"I am now," Joe said.  "But you wouldn't believe the dream I just had."

"Sorry I woke you." Michelle removed her top; then softly scratched her
breasts as the bra came off.

Joe looked over at the clock, it was two-thirty.  Mike/Michelle must
have had a good evening.  "Well, how'd it go?" he asked.

"Not so bad...not really bad at all," Mike/Michelle said, a smile
forming on her lips.  "You know, I think I'm really gonna like this."

"Anything you can tell me about?" Joe asked.  He was curious how his
friend did on his first social evening as a woman, in mixed company.

Michelle smiled broadly.  "I though I'd kill somebody if they suggested
I'd ever dare kiss a man, but tonight I actually did just that...just a
little peck just outside that door, and my heart is still pounding from
it."

"So you kissed Gordon, huh?" Joe asked.  "Was it as good as kissing a
woman?"

"Hey, you know, it wasn't really that much different," Michelle
answered, still smiling.  "But I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to
all the touching."

"What touching?" Joe asked.

"I think Gordon really is a "tit man," Michelle answered, grinning.  He
kept trying to sneak a feel of these things whenever he had a chance."

"Did it bother you?" Joe asked, about ready to laugh at his friend's
description of his introduction to womanhood.

"Well, I guess it didn't 'bother' me.  At first, I would just push his
hand away, but he persisted, so I decided to let him go...  get a good
feel if that's what he wanted...  and then see what he would want to do
next."

"What did he do?" Joe asked, his interest becoming piqued.

"Nothing.  Nothing except feel my boobs...touch them all over...and I
admit, it did start to feel kind of good, too.  I think if he had just
kept it up, he could have done anything else he wanted.  I thought I
was going to leave a puddle on my seat.  I finally had to go to the
bathroom and freshen myself up." Michelle grinned.  "I found out
something else too."

"What's that?" Joe asked.

"I think females get 'blue balls' too," Michelle said indelicately.
"And tonight, I had them...bad."

"Sorry to hear it," Joe said, almost cracking up.  "And what did you do
about that?"

"Nothing, what could I do?" Michelle asked.  "When I finally went to
the bathroom, it was so crowded, I could hardly 'do' myself there.  I'm
ok now though."

"Well, I'm sure glad to hear that." Joe chuckled.

Michelle went into the bathroom, and came out a few minutes later.  She
put on one of her old t-shirts to sleep in.  Like Joe, Mike had always
slept in the nude before, but now preferred to wear something while she
slept.

Joe snapped off the TV, and lay there in the darkness, trying to get
back to sleep.  He began to think about the dream he had been having.
It had all seemed so real.  He could feel it, just as if he had really
been changed back.  It was the first time since the change had occurred
that he had experienced the feeling of having his maleness, and he
realized that though he had become resigned to his present fate, he
still missed his old status.  He closed his eyes to the darkness and
tried to sleep, hoping that at least the dream would return.


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

Joe was awakened by the sound of the clock radio as it blasted out a
Beatles tune.  The first thing he did when he woke, as was becoming a
habit, was feel between his legs, never giving up hope that he might
awaken in his old body.  But as usual, his fingers only brushed along
the moistness of his vulva.  He continued to stroke the silky softness
lightly, enjoying his light touch to that sensitive area.

Swinging his head around in the darkened room, Joe looked at the red
glow of the LEDs on the radio.  Seven-thirty already.  The night had
gone by quickly.  He looked over at Mike/Michelle, and saw that she was
also stirring, not wanting to get up, but knowing it was that time.

Joe crawled out of bed and staggered to the bathroom.  He started the
shower running and pulled down the terrycloth romper, stepping out of
it, and then sat and relieved himself as the water temperature
stabilized.  He finished on the toilet, and felt the shower stream.
Satisfied, he took his soap and wash cloth, and stepped in.  He
finished quickly and stepped out to dry off.  When he finished doing
that, he wrapped himself in a towel and went out into the main room.
He decided to dress before applying makeup.  Michelle was still in bed,
the covers pulled over her head.

Joe shook the bed with his foot.  "You got the bathroom, sleepy head."

Mike/Michelle pulled the covers off her face, and gave Joe a mean look.
"What time do we have to be at the clinic?"

"I think we should get there at least by nine-thirty.  That's only an
hour and a half from now."

Michelle sat up in bed, and then reached down, and carefully felt her
breasts.  Joe smiled as he watched his friend inspecting her body.
"Find something you like?"

"I was just checking, trying to tell if I'm any bigger this morning.
I'm not sure, but I think they're still getting a little bigger every
day." Mike/Michelle smiled, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, Gordon will like that."

"Hey, what the hell, we all have to deal with this thing in our own
way, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's true," Joe agreed.  "If your way is to want to
look like Dolly Parton, that's ok with me."

With that, Joe went to his bag, and pulled out the little black bra and
panty set he bought yesterday.  As he stepped into the tiny panty, he
considered what Michelle just said.  He knew, from last night's dream,
that deep down inside, he still wanted to be a man, and he still liked
women, too.  But the reality of the situation was that he wasn't a man
anymore.  At least he no longer had a male body.  He wasn't so sure
about his brain.  Even if that had become female now too, at least it
still contained all his old male memories.  And the new hormones that
were now coursing through his veins...  well, they were making living
in the body he now possessed tolerable...  no...  more than
tolerable...enjoyable.  And now it seemed he found that wearing this
kind of stuff was fun, so why shouldn't he do it?  It was how he dealt
with this "thing," in his own way.

Joe had finished putting on his sexy underthings when Michelle came out
of the bathroom wearing the T shirt.  She went to her bags and pulled
out some underwear.  Joe looked at his friend.  "Are you done in
there?" Joe asked.

"You want to go in there again?"

"I want to put on some makeup."

"Oh, yeah?  Can you show me how to do that too?"

"Well, I'll do my best," Joe said, and then went to the closet and took
out the suit.  Just seeing it caused him think of Linda.  He removed it
from the hangers, and, after donning a slip, he put the businesslike
outfit on.  When he moved, Joe felt the thong back of the little panty
between his buttocks, and that constant reminder of what he wore
underneath gave him a strangely good feeling.

"What you really need is for somebody who knows what they're doing to
help you.  Remember, I'm just a beginner at this stuff too.  I'm sure
Karen would be glad to help."

"Yeah, I'll ask her I guess.  But I'll watch what you do anyway, if you
don't mind."

"No problem.  I just hope you don't pick up any bad habits by watching
me.  Yesterday and today are the only times I've ever done this without
help."

"It looked ok to me yesterday.  You must be doing it right, I guess."

Joe went to the bathroom mirror, and proceeded to do his face.  When he
was finished, he helped Michelle do the same, using his cosmetics.  The
colors were not as favorable for Michelle's complexion, but were
satisfactory.

"You should go to the mall, and get a makeover," Joe said.  "It's
ridiculously expensive, and they sell you all kinds of stuff, but they
will show you what you need...  what looks best for you.  And it wasn't
even embarrassing...  for me at least."

"What do you mean by that, Bates?  Do you think I'd have a problem?"
Mike/Michelle was still somewhat insecure about her appearance.

"No, nothing like that, you dope, I just wasn't sure if you'd be
embarrassed to have a woman teach you to wear makeup.  I guess I still
have a problem thinking of you as you are now.  You've changed so
much...we all have."

"Yeah, I know what you mean.  A while ago, when I looked at myself in
the mirror, it wasn't really me staring back, was it?  If it wasn't
that my head has changed too, I don't really know how to describe what
I mean, I don't think I could handle this.  Sure, at first it's kind of
interesting, exciting even, to wake up looking like a woman, but it
doesn't take long to realize that this isn't just some fancy costume
we're wearing, it goes all the way to the bone.  We don't...  we can't
just take it off at night."

"At first I thought just getting used to the physical differences would
be the hardest part, but hell, that's nothing.  Well, it's almost
nothing." Michelle rubbed her crotch.  "I think the worst of this is
the different way other people relate to you.  I was still taller than
a lot of those guys in there last night, and I think I could have even
whipped a few of them, even while I'm like this.  But to those guys...
in their eyes...  most of 'em anyway, I could tell that they just saw
me as a dumb woman.  Somebody to treat 'nice', buy a few drinks, and
maybe, if they got lucky, take up to their room.  I guess I can get
used to that.  Most natural woman do, I suppose, but that will be the
really hard part, as I see it." She looked at herself in the mirror, as
Joe finished putting on the finishing touches.

Michelle looked into Joe's eyes, and saw they were wet from tears
welling in them.  "Are you gonna cry on me Bates?" Michelle asked,
trying to sound like the tough guy he used to be.

"Damn it Mike...er Michelle, I can't help it.  What you just said, it's
the same kind of thing I've been feeling.  I guess it's the hormones,
they do make having the bod more fun, I guess, but I think they've
turned me into a sob sister, or something...almost anything makes me
cry, it seems." Joe wiped his eyes, smearing the light makeup he had
just applied.

"I guess we better reserve judgment on the 'fun with the bod' until
those hormones do what they're going to do and we get our menstrual
periods," Michelle said.  "That's another one of my big concerns about
all this.  God, I never thought I'd ever be worrying about periods...
at least not my own period.  All the blood and all, I don't know if I
really want to go through that."

"I thought you were getting all taken up with this 'female' thing," Joe
said.  "Now you say you're afraid of having a period?"

"No.  Not afraid.  I just don't want to have one, that's all."

"Well, assuming we're both normal, for women that is, I guess we'll
have one every month for the next fifteen, or twenty years.  Unless we
happen to fool around and get ourselves knocked up, that is." Joe
grinned.

"That's another thing," Michelle said.  "I don't know a damn thing
about being a mother...  having kids...  none of stuff like that."

"Hey, do you really think you would be any smarter if you were born
looking like this?" Joe asked.  "I really doubt that natural women are
privy to some secret knowledge, things we can never learn."

"Maybe you're right, I don't know.  I just know I wasn't taught to put
on makeup, and my mom sure never taught me anything about periods
either.  Now here I am, with a body that seems to be getting more
female every day, and when I think about that, it's pretty damn scary,"
Mike/Michelle admitted.

"Yeah, I agree with you, when I think about it, I'm not sure I can
handle it.  But, if we just take it a little at a time, maybe we can
get through it."

They finished dressing, and then repacked their bags.  By then it was
time to meet the others downstairs.  They went down to the coffee shop,
and found that Dave and Tim were already there.  Tim looked a little
rough.  His big blue eyes were bloodshot, and he was holding his head
in his hands.

"How's it going, Tim?" Joe asked.

"Don't ask.  I don't know what happened.  Four beers NEVER did this to
me before."

"You're a different person now, you know," Joe reminded him.  "A lot of
things are different.  You better remember that."

"Yeah, I know, I know.  I just didn't think it would be that
different."

They quickly ordered and ate their breakfast.  Tim only sipped orange
juice, and downed a glass of alka-seltzer.  When they were finished,
they again checked out of the hotel and drove to the clinic.  When they
arrived, it was still a little early, and they were not quite ready for
Tim and the others.  Finally, Tim was called in, and he left the others
sitting in the waiting room.  Joe gathered a stack of magazines, and
started reading.

In a little less than an hour, Tim came back out, a strange smile was
on his face.  "Well, it's done, for better or worse."

"What do you mean?" Joe asked.

"I signed the papers.  I guess it's official.  I'm not a guy anymore,"
Tim said, sitting down next to Joe.

"Welcome to the club," said Joe.  "I'll let you know what the dues
are."

"I guess we're done here," Mike said.  "I haven't seen Karen yet,
though."

"Yeah, I thought she'd be here by now," Joe considered.  He got up and
walked to the receptionist's desk.  "Where is Karen?"

"Oh, don't you know, she's back in the classroom, waiting for you to
finish.  Why don't you go back and find her?"

Joe went down the hallway, looking in each open door until he found
Karen, sitting at a table, reading a book.  "Gee, I thought you
overslept or something.  We're ready to go back to Phoenix, I guess."

"Ok." Karen answered.  "I got here pretty early, and I guess I got tied
up inside this book." She closed it, and replaced it on the shelf.

They walked up to the front, and when they got there, they found Dr.
Krell was waiting for them.  "I'll be there tomorrow morning.  They
have been getting things ready, and I think we're ready to try some
experiments."

"Ok.  We'll see you tomorrow morning," Joe said.  "Do you know where to
meet us?"

"Honeybone will send someone to pick me up at the airport."

After they said their thank-you's and goodbyes, everyone again loaded
into the Lincoln for the ride to the airport.  When they arrived, Dave
went to the plane to preflight, while Joe went to check weather, and
file.  In maybe ten minutes, Joe was back at the plane.

"Severe clear as usual, except for a little smog," Joe said.

"All ready to go," Dave said.

They piled into the Cessna 421 for the flight back to Arizona.  Joe
took the right seat, and Dave made the takeoff.  When they were at
cruise, Joe looked back at the others in the cabin of the plane.

"Do you want to fly?" he asked Tim.

"Sure," Tim said, "I thought you'd never ask."

As Dave flew, Joe carefully crawled out of the right seat.  It was more
difficult than he realized, since he was wearing the snug fitting
skirt.  Even though his changed body was more flexible, he found that
he was now more limited in his movements by the clothes he often wore.

Wearing pants, Tim easily maneuvered himself into the right seat.  When
he was belted in, Dave gave him control of the aircraft.

"You got it," Dave said.  "Keep that needle centered." He pointed to
the colorful horizontal situation display on his side of the panel.
Since the 421 was usually used as an avionics test aircraft, the panels
could be easily changed out, and had been replaced a number of times
since Dave and Joe had been flying it.  The right side was also
equipped with basic instrumentation, but did not have the sophisticated
electronic display of the left side.

Tim, who was a private pilot, had only flown singles, and the Cessna
twin was the largest he had flown.  He did a good job of keeping the
needle centered, and held the planes altitude to IFR standards.

Before long, they were approaching the Phoenix area.  Dave handled the
radios, and Tim followed the instructions of the controller as he gave
them new headings and altitudes to fly, as they approached Deer Valley
airport, north of Phoenix.  They were told to follow a Beech Baron, and
Joe could see it about five miles ahead.  He could tell by its yellow
color, and the accent of its pilot as he spoke to approach, that the
Baron was a Lufthansa trainer from Goodyear airport southwest of
Phoenix.

"Can I land it?" Tim asked.

"Think you can?" Dave replied.

"Yeah, I think so." Tim said.  "If I can get the seat high enough to
see over the panel."

Since he had undergone the change, Tim had become smaller than he had
been as a male.  He had perhaps lost only a little more height than the
others, but it seemed to come from his torso (his legs were almost as
long as before), the change in size was most evident when he was
seated.  Now he needed the seat raised in order to see over the panel
as he landed.  Dave took the controls as Tim fumbled with the
recalcitrant seat mechanism.  Joe found it humorous to watch the young
man, his breasts jiggling provocatively as he struggled to move the
seat.  Finally he was able to make the stubborn seat move forward and
upward, and he was finally able to see out the front of the plane on
landing.  He held up a funnel shaped object to which a hose was
connected, which led under the seat.  This was the relief tube.  On the
421, this tube was connected to a venturi, and it allowed the pilot to
urinate without leaving his seat.  Joe had used it only once, when he
flew the plane solo to Minnesota.  He wondered if it was even possible
to use it now.  He decided that it would at least be very awkward.
Even if he could physically do it, it would now be necessary to pull
his underwear down.  That would be a trick in the small cockpit.  Not
very dignified, and certainly not at all ladylike.

Tim carefully tucked the tube back under the seat, then looked back at
Joe.

"Looks like you got it." Joe said, giving him thumbs up.

"Yeah, finally," Tim said, rubbing his left breast where it had been
pinched by the seat belt as he worked on the seat.  "Seems like these
damn things are always in the way." He grinned.

"But they make the clothes fit so well," Joe teased.  He just couldn't
resist kidding the young man.

Tim gave Joe a dirty look.  Tim liked Joe and he knew they were just
teasing him because he was youngest, and also maybe because he did have
the most breast development of them all, except maybe for Dave.  And so
far, Dave didn't count.

Even though he had been feminized like the others, Dave didn't try to
look or act feminine in any way.  He had conceded enough to wear a bra,
but it was more to keep his substantial bosom from bouncing
uncomfortably than to emphasize it.  He always wore coveralls or other
figure concealing clothing.  He wasn't bad looking; he could actually
be quite attractive if he tried, but he intentionally did nothing to
bring attention to his new body shape.  He even tried to lower the tone
of his voice when he talked, trying to make his now feminine voice
sound as masculine as he could.  He would sometimes forget, and the
difference was humorous sounding, somewhat like a young man going
through puberty, but reversed.

Deer Valley Airport became visible in the windshield, maybe ten miles
ahead.  Approach cleared them to tower frequency, and Dave reduced the
power, so that they could slow and configure for landing.  Soon, the
sound of the flaps moving to the first setting could be heard, followed
soon by the gear.  When they were on dogleg to final, Dave selected
landing flaps, and gave Tim the new airspeed to fly.  Tim followed the
instructions carefully, and flew smoothly, with a look of intense
concentration on his attractive features.  Without any assistance from
Dave, Tim landed the Cessna, his first multiengined touchdown.  He
grinned from ear to ear as he taxied the plane to the Honeybone ramp.

"Good job," Dave conceded.  "I couldn't have done better myself."

The engines stopped turning, and Joe went back to open the door.  They
were greeted by the maintenance crew.  It was only eleven thirty in the
morning, and they were expected.

"Morning, Joe," the mechanic said.  The mechanic's name was Tom Garson.
He had known Joe for some time and, like Joe, was a sports car nut.  It
was the first time he had seen Joe since the change had occurred and he
looked the engineer over carefully, while trying not to seem overly
curious.

"Hi, Tom."

"You're looking good," Tom said absently, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Ain't that the truth," Joe agreed, a big grin on his face.  "But I can
get used to it if you can."

"Sure, no problem here." Tom said.  "But it is hard to believe that
it's really you there."

"Believe it, it's still me," Joe said, as he began removing the bags
from the plane.

Tom pushed Joe aside and began doing the heavy work of moving the bags.
Not that anything was really that heavy, but Tom's instincts prevented
him from letting a woman perform that kind of exertion.  There was
little doubt to Tom that the person next to him was anything but a
woman.  Her/his clothing, appearance, size, shape, even the way she was
straining to lift her bags, it was obvious that Joe Bates really had
become a female.

At first the intrusion irritated Joe, but then he realized that nothing
was intended by it.  It was just his own appearance which had caused
Tom to react that way, and he might as well try and get used to it.
Tom loaded the bags on a little cart, and pulled it in the hanger
office.  Joe went over to Dave, who was filling out the trip report.

"What else do we have to do today?" Dave asked.

"I don't know, but I doubt it would be much," Joe replied.  They walked
together into the office.  The mechanics would refuel and service the
Cessna.

When they entered the office, the dispatcher was at his desk.  He
looked over Joe and Dave carefully.  "Joe...  Joe Bates?" he asked,
somewhat embarrassed to have to ask such a question to someone he had
known for years.

"Yeah, Ted, its really me." Joe smiled at the embarrassed man.

"I figured you'd look a little different, but gosh, I didn't
realize..." He didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, I know." Joe agreed.  "Believe me, it's not easy for us either.
But, inside, we're still the same guys

"Yeah, ok, well...anyway, Jim Matheney wants you to call as soon as you
land," Ted said.  "He'll be at his office all day."

"Thanks Ted," Joe replied, going over to the phone, and realizing that
Ted, and everyone else in the room could not take their eyes off of him
or Dave.  Dave sat down at a desk to phone home, while Joe used the
wall phone.  He dialed the number to Jim's office, and his boss
immediately answered.

"Jim."

"Hi Jim.  Joe here.  We're back, safe and sound, relatively speaking."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that.  What did you find out?"

"Nothing much really.  They examined us again, and I guess they decided
that we're not in any danger.  But I don't know how long we'll have to
stay this way.  Looks to me like it might be for some time."

"Yeah.  Dr.  Krell has been talking to me.  He's hoping to get some
clues from what we do here.  We have the cage set up with the
transmitters.  Everything can be operated from outside the cage." Jim
said.  "I just don't know what they plan to put in the cage...
animals, I guess."

"Yeah, probably.  Eventually, they'll presumably want to try us."

"I've heard of a lot of the things that radio energy can cause, but I
never thought it could cause anything like what happened to you guys.
How's it going, Joe?"

"Well, I guess it gets easier as time passes.  It really doesn't hurt,
or anything, but it is a hard thing to get accustomed to."

"I guess so.  I just don't know how you can do it."

"Really not much choice, I guess," Joe said.  "Life's a bitch, and then
you die."

"Do you have time to stop over here before you go home?" Jim asked.
"Dave too, if he's still there."

"Sure, we'll be right over.  What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing much really.  I just wanted you to see what we have set up
and get your opinion on it before we meet with Dr.  Krell, tomorrow."

"Ok.  We'll be there in maybe thirty minutes.  Is that ok?"

"Absolutely.  See you soon."

"Bye." Joe hung up the phone and went over to the desk were Dave was
sitting.  "If you have the time, Jim would like us to stop by at the
shop before we leave for the day."

"Yeah.  I can do that.  Any idea what he wants?"

"I think he just wants us to look at what he has set up for tomorrow,
before Dr.  Krell arrives."

Karen, Mike/Michelle and Tim came into the room, and Joe told them what
he was going to do.  He asked Tim and Mike if they could be at the
Honeybone offices tomorrow morning.  Mike agreed that he could, but Tim
didn't know where it was.  Dave told him he'd take him over if he'd
drive to his house.  Tim knew where that was from their discussion the
night before.

Joe asked Karen if she thought she could be there.  She said she wasn't
sure yet, but that it might be possible, since it was likely that Dr.
Benedict would want to be there too, and she would probably go along.

They said their goodbyes, and Joe took his bag to his car.  Dave
followed, and they drove to their meeting with Jim at the office.  When
they arrived, Jim showed them the test installation.  The transmitters,
each with their small antenna, were set up in a large, almost cage-like
"room" made of wire mesh.  The fine weave of the wire screen was there
to shield observers from any effects of the radio energy by containing
it within the room.  The size of the mesh was small enough to block
transmission of any frequencies the system was likely to generate.
There were closed circuit video cameras with recorders and monitors set
up, to record all responses of the test subject, whatever, or whoever
that might be.  Joe wondered who would volunteer for such an strange
assignment, but then, after he considered it, he figured that probably
many of Dr.  Krell's patients would be more than willing to undergo
such an experience.  Indeed, if it could consistently cause what had
happened to him, people would pay money for it.  It would be an
interesting task...  and the outcome of it would certainly affect his
life as much as anything he had ever done.

They agreed to meet in the morning at the test lab, at nine.  Joe and
Dave left Jim, and each went home.  Dave went to Cindy, his wife, and
Joe back to Linda's house.  Tomorrow would be a big day for both of
them.