Joe_bates_saga

52 Joe_Bates_Saga________________________________________________________

1. Chapter

Joe ran the prop rpm to high as the Cessna twin approached the runway. There was considerable wind, and the plane was a handful as it bobbed and danced on the glide slope. Tim watched as Joe skillfully maneuvered the plane into a proper landing attitude. When the wheels touched, Joe looked over and gave Tim a relieved smile.

"That was work!" Joe said. "If the gusts were any higher, I think we should have tried someplace else."

"You do good work." Tim complimented. "I'm impressed."

"Thank God it don't take balls to fly this thing, I guess." Joe quipped.

"Did you ever think it did?" Tim teased.

"I sure hoped it didn't, and that's the honest truth." Joe admitted. "In the beginning, I didn't know what to expect."

"Yeah, I felt the same way at first." Tim agreed. "I had become so different in some ways, and still the same in others. I hoped I could still do everything I always could... Well, almost everything..." He grinned.

Joe quickly taxied the plane to the FBO that serviced the Honeybone aircraft.

"Let's hurry up and get this thing in the barn." Joe said. "I really need to visit the restroom too."

"I see I'm not the only one with the small bladder." Tim said, laughing.

"I don't have too much trouble with it." Joe apologized. "But I do need to go."

"Not as bad as me, I'm sure." Tim insisted.

Tim started to leave his seat as Joe shut the engines down. A line service boy was walking to the aircraft. As Tim struggled to open the door, the young man smiled when he saw Tim.

"Hello there." The young man greeted.

Tim felt embarrassed. He knew that the boy standing on the ground, who was probably about his own age, had just been presented with a first class view up his short skirt. Pantyhose limited the exposure, but it was still not very ladylike on his part.

"Hi." Tim returned, wondering if his face was as red as it felt.

"Can I help with anything?" The young man offered.

Tim looked at him.

"Yeah, maybe you can." He answered. "How about taking these bags inside for me?"

"Sure. I'd be glad to." The boy fawned, obviously taken by the cute young girl in the short skirt.

Tim passed his and his bags to the line boy, who did his best to carry them all at one time. Tim watched in amazement at the effect he had.

Joe finished the shutdown procedures and came to the back of the cabin in time to see the line boy struggling with the bags.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I think I have a new friend." Tim joked. "He offered, and I accepted."

"Tim, you really are a tease, you know that?" Joe insisted.

"Just experimenting with the new equipment." Tim mused. "Might as well take advantage of a few of the benefits, right?"

"Go easy on it, OK?" Joe advised. "You're too damn nice a guy to start behaving like that."

"WAS too nice a guy." Tim reminded him. "We're not exactly guys anymore, remember?"

"Kinda hard to forget." Joe admitted. "And right now, I'm wasting time talking about it."

Joe walked rapidly to the FBO office hoping to find the restroom. He prayed he could hold it till he got his clothes down. Tim followed close behind, obviously in the same distress.

"Fill the tanks please, one-hundred low lead." Joe called to the old man sitting behind the desk in the office. He didn't even slow down as he spotted the door with a little outline symbol of a woman in a dress.

The ladies room was a "three-holer" so they could both do their thing simultaneously.

As pee tinkled into the commode, Joe called over the partition.

"God, this feels so good." He said. "I thought for a minute I was going to have a little accident."

"Yeah, I was like that on the plane." Tim confided. "Luckily, it went away after a while."

"I don't think I ever needed to go this bad before." Joe said. "It felt like I was not going to be able to hold it."

"We gotta check with Honeybone, and then I suppose we have the rest of the day off." Joe said, changing the subject.

They finished up, then freshened themselves at the big mirror. As Joe straightened his skirt, he wondered how it would have looked if he actually had wet himself. Would everything simply run down his legs, or would he be wet in the back or the front. His changed anatomy was that different, and still that unfamiliar.

"What do you want to do this evening?" Joe asked as he primped.

"I don't know." Tim answered. "I've never been to Minneapolis before, so I'll leave it up to you."

"You like steak?" Joe asked.

"Do I!" Tim answered. "I think I can still eat a pretty good sized one right now."

"I know a good place." Joe continued. "After we check in, we can go to our rooms for a while, then get some dinner."

"Sounds good." Tim responded. "I'm really starting to get hungry."

Joe signed the fuel bill, then got the keys to the waiting rental car. The line boy very willingly placed their bags in the trunk.

Tim smiled at the young man as he opened the passenger door.

"Thank you very much." Tim said, as he smiled demurely.

"Don't mention it." The young man said. "It's been my pleasure."

Tim blushed.

Joe drove directly to the Honeybone offices. When they arrived, he parked and went inside, Tim dutifully following closely behind.

"I'm Joe Bates." Joe told the receptionist. "I'm supposed to take somebody back to Phoenix."

"Just a moment." The middle-aged woman behind the desk said, smiling as she looked at the two young women in front of her.

"There are two young ladies here from Phoenix." She spoke into her headset. "I believe they are here to take someone down."

"Are you pilots?" The woman asked.

"Yes." Joe responded. "We work for Honeybone-Phoenix."

The woman spoke into the headset again, then listened.

"Mr. Teasdale asks that you go right in." She ordered.

Joe knew Mr. Tom Teasdale. He was second in command, right after Norm Peterson. He wondered if they'd be hauling Teasdale, or somebody else, back to Phoenix.

They went to the office door, which was open.

"Come in, Joe." Tom Teasdale insisted. "And Tim, isn't it?

"Yes sir." Tim answered, shaking the man's hand.

The man looked at the two young women intently. In a moment, he spoke again.

"Forgive me for staring." He apologized. "But I've been hearing so much about you, and I must admit, you are both quite attractive."

"Thank you, I guess." Joe responded. "I'm afraid we had nothing to do with our present appearance."

"Yes. I heard all about that." Teasdale continued. "And that's really what this is all about."

Joe looked at the man, obviously curious.

"I want you to keep everything you see or hear, from this point on, completely to yourselves." Teasdale said.

"We have been approached by the Government to study the phenomena that affected you, and we have had one immediate request."

Joe raised his head.

"Request?"

"Yes." Teasdale went on. "Tomorrow morning, you will be met at the airport by someone, who's name I haven't been given, who you will take back to Phoenix. He is our guest, and I want you to show him every respect. I'm not sure what is going on exactly, but you will be told when, and if, you need the information."

"Why the hush-hush?" Joe asked.

"I don't know, and I didn't ask." Teasdale said. "Right now, I'm not even sure exactly which branch of the military we are working with, or even if it is the military."

"Interesting." Joe mused. "And when are we to meet this person?"

"Be at the airport and have your plane ready to leave by eight AM sharp." Teasdale ordered. "Your passenger will arrive sometime after that. That's all I know. I'm sorry."

"Is that all?" Joe asked.

"That's about it, for the moment." Teasdale answered.

"Just one question..." Teasdale asked, smiling.

"Are you sure you were really guys before this happened.

Joe looked at Tim, then back at Tom Teasdale.

"We're sure." Joe responded coolly. "And I hope no one around here ever forgets that."

"Don't worry Joe, that's not going to happen." Teasdale said. "Don't be so defensive. I was just asking a question."

"No offense taken." Joe said, smiling. "I just want everybody to remember that we didn't cause this to happen to us."

"Have you been treated satisfactorily up to now?" Teasdale asked.

"Yes sir." Tim chimed in.

"Well, if you ever have a problem, just ring me up." Teasdale offered.

Joe was glad to hear him say that.

"You can count on it." Joe replied.

Joe offered to shake Teasdale's hand. The man looked at him, then vigorously shook his hand, and turned to repeat the action with Tim.

They left Mr. Teasdale's office confident the man was indeed interested in their welfare.

But Joe wondered who was this "mystery person" they would be transporting to Phoenix.

As they drove to the hotel, Tim asked the question.

"Who do you think we'll be bringing back to Arizona?" He asked.

"I really haven't any idea." Joe admitted. "I don't think Mr. Teasdale knew either."

"Everything about this sure seems kind of Top Secret, or something, don't it?" Tim continued.

"It is a little weird." Joe agreed. "But it's hard to predict how Uncle Sam might want to use this phenomena."

"What do you think?" Tim wondered. "Do you think they might change people for spy missions, or something like that?"

"I can't imagine how something like that would be very practical." Joe mused. "It would be more logical to use a natural born woman than to change men into women."

"I'll bet they've done dumber things than that." Tim considered.

"I'm sure." Joe agreed. "But I can't imagine any guy volunteering for this just to complete some government mission." He grinned at the whole idea.

"I can just see James Bond, the morning after the Cage, trying on new clothes after going through the change." Tim said, smiling as he remembered his own frightening transition.

"I doubt if it will be anything like that." Joe said. "It's probably going to be some bureaucrat, wanting to make sure we don't somehow get lost in the tax system, or something like." Joe laughed.

"Yeah, That's probably what it is." Tim agreed. "Just some IRS agent wanting to check up on all of us."

"That's all we need." Joe said.

"What time is it?" Tim asked, trying to read Joe's wristwatch.

"It's only four." Joe said. "Kind of early for dinner."

"Yeah. Let's check in and get out of these skirts." Tim ordered. "I want these damn pantyhose off!"

"But, you look so cute like that." Joe teased.

"I'll look cute enough in shorts." Tim insisted. "You'll see."

They arrived at the Radisson Plaza and a bellman helped take the bags to the check-in counter.

"Reservations for Honeybone." Joe told the man at the desk. "My name is Joel Bates."

The man typed something into the CRT in front of him. He looked up and smiled at Joe.

"Party of two, Ms. Bates?" He asked.

"Yes." Joe responded. "This is my associate, Tim Werner."

The man looked over at the young woman with the unusual name.

"Your name is Tim?" He asked, looking at Tim.

Tim looked up at the handsome young man, who he had been about the same size as, before the transition.

"I used to be a two-hundred pound guy." Tim told him, as if it was a joke.

"I see." The man answered, smiling, not understanding why such an attractive young woman would even say such a thing.

Tim was obviously irritated by the young man's condescending attitude, but he let it slide, pretending to be more interested in properly filling out the paperwork.

When they were finished, the bellman asked them to follow him and the cart full of their bags. They rode the elevator up two floors and Joe was pleased to see that they had been assigned rooms next to each other.

The bellman helped each of them with the bags and then they were alone again.

Joe knocked on the connecting door.

Tim quickly opened the lock on his side as Joe did the same. They grinned impishly at each other when their eyes met.

"Well, isn't this convenient?" Joe drawled slowly, as Tim entered the room.

"I never thought it was going to be like this." Tim agreed. "This is really a nice place."

Joe went over to his hang-up bag and pulled the zipper.

"I thought you were in a hurry to get out of that skirt." Joe asked. "Why's it still on?"

Tim watched intently as Joe carefully removed the wool suit, placing each piece on a hanger as he took it off. Soon Joe was standing there, wearing only a slip, nylons, and little black bra.

Tim continued to stare unabashedly.

"Is there a problem?" Joe asked, realizing Tim had probably reverted back to "male-mode". and didn't even realize he was staring.

"What? Oh, I'm sorry." Tim responded. "My God, you look fantastic!"

"And I'll bet you do too." Joe reminded the young man-woman.

"Yeah. I better go change, I guess." Tim stammered.

"Here are some hangers." Joe said, pointing at the closet. "Hang your stuff right here for a while. We still have plenty of time before dinner."

Tim looked at the hangers, then down at his own short shirt.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess I could do that." Tim said awkwardly. Like Joe, he was finding the situation highly stimulating, but also very confusing.

To Joe, Tim looked like a frightened young girl.

"Tim, you can go to your room, if you'd rather." Joe offered. "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I want to, Joe." Tim insisted. "There's no time like the present."

Tim removed his jacket, then slowly unbuttoned his blouse. Joe saw he wore a light powder blue, shiny nylon or satin bra. It was probably something he purchased just last night, since his other underwear, most of it picked by his sister Becky, was not nearly as sensuous looking. It fit the pert new curves of his chest like second skin.

Tim stood there, his blouse open in the front, looking at Joe, who was, in turn, watching him.

"You don't look like a LITTLE girl to me, Tim." Joe complimented.

Tim kept his eyes on Joe's bra covered breasts.

"And I don't feel like a girl either." Tim said, grinning with embarrassment. "No matter how I look."

Joe tucked his fingers in the waistband of the slip and pulled it off his hips. He let it drop to the ground, then retrieved it as provocatively as he knew how. He wanted to look as sexy as his new shape would allow.

His black panty was now visible beneath the pantyhose, and Joe could see Tim was unable to take his eyes away. Removing the slip had exposed all his charms, and Joe's reflection in the mirror even impressed him.

Joe slipped the pantyhose down, then sat on the bed to pull them from his legs.

Tim silently watched the show, which was partially staged for his enjoyment anyway.

"It's much cooler without the hose." Joe said softly, trying to encourage Tim to undress.

"I'm sorry." Tim blurted. "I guess I'm just so impressed with how you look, that I'm sort of making a fool of myself."

"I understand." Joe insisted. "But I can't wait to see what you look like beneath those clothes either." He grinned.

"OK... OK, I'll do it. I'll take it off." Tim decided. "But, I'm scared to death."

"Don't be scared." Joe insisted. "I certainly can't hurt you, that's for sure."

"Yeah... But..."

"Take it slow." Joe ordered. "As slow as you want."

"Don't worry, I will." Tim said. "Just what do you think we should do?"

"What ever you want to do." Joe said. "I'm yours for the afternoon."

"Such a deal." Tim said softly. "Like a dream come true, and I'm stuck looking like this. How bizarre."

"I don't look like I feel either." Joe reminded him. "Just let your imagination run away."

The joking seemed to loosen Tim up a bit, and he removed the blouse and hung it on a hanger. He unhooked and unzipped his skirt, then stepped out of it. He was wearing the tiniest half-slip Joe had ever seen.

"My God, that's a short slip." Joe commented.

"Yeah, I know." Tim agreed. "But the sales girl said I needed it with that skirt."

"I guess you did, too." Joe considered. "I could practically see your butt all the time."

"Did you like it?" Tim purred, coyly looking over his shoulder from the closet.

"Uh huh." Joe admitted. "You do tend to make me think of another time in my life." He grinned. `

Tim turned around. He looked at Joe and smiled.

"It really is weird, isn't it?" He asked. "Here we are, two grown guys, together in this hotel room, turning each other on, and laughing about it."

"Well, I don't know about me, but you sure don't look like a guy to me." Joe said, watching Tim as he awkwardly pulled the little slip off.

"I guess I don't." Tim admitted. "But I sure feel like one when I see you."

As Tim slid the pantyhose off, Joe saw the matching light blue nylon bikini underpants he was wearing. Even in a day or so, Tim's body had further evolved, and from the rear he looked completely like a female in her early teens. The only remaining trace of his strong masculine shape was in his legs, which were perhaps a bit longer than those of the average young woman. Joe knew his new appearance caused Tim concern, but the metamorphosis had indeed made him amazingly attractive. Joe felt familiar stirrings of lust as he watched Tim moving around.

Tim turned to face Joe. He shrugged his shoulders and flashed an embarrassed smile.

Joe noticed a dark wet spot that contrasted with the light blue color of the panties. He pointed and grinned.

"Did you have an accident, or are you just glad to see me?" Joe teased. He knew exactly why the wetness was there.

"God. Don't it feel weird to get turned on and end up with wet pants?" Tim complained, massaging the wet little bulge of his sex.

Joe smiled. He nodded knowingly.

"Yeah, it is. I'm the same way." He admitted.

"I never dreamed it was like this for a girl." Tim went on. "Sometimes I feel so... sticky."

Joe almost leered at soft contours only partially concealed by Tim's glossy underwear.

"You don't look sticky to me." Joe exclaimed. "You look good enough to eat."

Tim stared directly at Joe's breasts. His grin broadened. He placed his palms at each side of his own bosom and pushed the soft mounds together till they touched.

"Can you believe this?" Tim asked. "These things are mine... They grew right out of me!"

"Yeah, I can believe it." Joe returned. "And I think its catching." He pulled the shoulder straps of his bra, making his own chest jiggle provocatively.

Tim still kept his eyes on Joe's curves.

"I really wish I was a guy again right now." Tim revealed. "I'd sure like make it with you. I'm just so damn horny."

"Just what would you like to do?" Joe asked, smiling provocatively, at hearing Tim's candid comments.

"Humph." Tim grunted. "I'm sure you know."

Joe stepped back and sat on the bed. He leaned against the pillows and purred.

"Come on. Do anything you like." Joe offered. "Touch me... feel me... Just don't take my underpants off, OK?"

Tim looked at the attractive woman laying there, and considered the offer.

"But, just what can we do?" Tim asked.

"I'm sure we can think of something." Joe said breathily. He rubbed his palm over his own pubic area. The slick feel of the nylon panty, covering the obviously feminine shape felt strangely erotic. It made him feel horny too.

"You really don't mind?" Tim asked. "I mean... What does that make us? Are we lesbians, or something?"

"Do you feel like a lesbian?" Joe breathed, continuing to run his fingers over the narrow strip of cloth between his legs. It felt good, and he knew it looked sexy as hell, too.

"No, No I don't." Tim admitted. "I have no idea what a lesbian feels like, but I'm sure it don't feel like this."

"It don't feel like this either." Joe said. "Come, feel it."

He reached out and grabbed Tim's hand and gently placed it on his crotch. Tim reacted timidly, but kept his hand in place. Joe leaned back further and closed his eyes and tried to look as if he was in ecstasy. Tim began to move his fingers slowly, as if feeling the texture of the cloth.

"Does that really feel good?" Tim asked.

"Of course." Joe said. In fact, it felt OK. Nothing special, but interesting.

"You're not even wet." Tim said matter-of-factly.

"Not yet, but it's coming." Joe said through clenched teeth.

Tim sat beside Joe on the bed. He began to massage Joe's pubic area in earnest, concentrating just where he knew Joe's clitoris was hiding.

Joe placed his hand on Tim's left breast, immediately impressed by how firm, yet soft it felt. He could feel the nipple harden instantly to his touch.

"Very nice." Joe said softly, trying to be sexy as a woman and a man simultaneously. It wasn't easy, because Tim obviously knew exactly where to stimulate Joe's new genitalia too. Joe instinctively raised his hips to make access easier. At the same time, he slipped his hand into Tim's bra.

Tim looked into Joe's eyes and smiled knowingly.

"You know, this is definitely weird, but fun." Tim said.

"Don't stop!" Joe insisted. "You've gone this far. Don't stop now."

Joe removed his hand and carefully unlatched the clasp between Tim's breasts. When the little bra fell free, they both looked at Tim's bare chest.

Finally, Tim broke the silence.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"You look sexy as hell." Joe insisted.

"And you don't?" Tim returned.

"OK. I guess we both do." Joe conceded. "But you're body is so young... So smooth."

Tim rubbed Joe's crotch, exactly in the most sensitive spot.

"You're not exactly the dirty old man." Tim teased.

"Oh, yeah?" Joe responded. "If you could read my mind right now..."

Tim attempted to slip his fingers into the leg holes of Joe's panty. Joe grabbed his hand and pulled it away.

"Don't go in there... Not now anyway, OK?" Joe asked. "Remember the damn infection. I still need a few more days."

"OK, OK." Tim agreed. "I'll keep my hands out of your pants, if I can."

Joe pulled the young woman to the bed. Tim was still fairly tall, and though he had slightly outweighed Joe before the change, he was thinner, lighter, and surely weaker now. That didn't make any difference, cause Tim didn't resist at all. He let Joe lay his body back on the bed and begin to fondle his breasts. In a few minutes, Joe was massaging the softness of Tim's crotch. Tim was breathing heavily, writhing to Joe's touch.

Joe felt guilty manipulating Tim's almost adolescent curves. It was hard to remember that, inside, this person was really twenty-one years old. And male.

Tim's breathing became more and more forced. It was clear he would climax soon. Joe slid a finger under the delicate leg band of the light blue panty and felt Tim's damp, soft, pubic hair. Tim raised his pelvis as if to insist that Joe continue the intimate fondling.

Joe pulled at the waistband, sliding the panties over Tim's slim but feminine hips. Soon, Joe was looking at the fine hair of a little pubic mound.

Tim had parted his knees wide enough to allow Joe complete access to his sex, and Joe marveled at the youthful perfection of Tim's changed body. His skin was soft as a baby's, with that thin layer of fat that made a girl feel so different than a boy. His pubic hair had become so soft and light, with a curious lack of the kinky curls of men and most mature women. It was so sparse that it scarcely concealed the swollen pink labia and Tim had carefully trimmed it to a narrow triangle.

Tim Werner may still think like a male, but his body looked to be every bit that of a maturing, though adolescent, female. Joe was mostly unaware of it, but a mushy scent of sex filled the room.

Joe took his little finger and softly dragged it along the silky swollen lips of Tim's sex. Tim moved his hips up, presenting his pubic area to Joe's pleasing hand.

"Oh... Oh... That feels so good!" Tim exclaimed with the girlish voice he now had, often to his embarrassment.

"You like that?" Joe teased.

"Oh God... Do it again. Joe, do it more!" Tim insisted.

Joe was quite eager to comply. He repeatedly slid his now wet finger along Tim's cleft, making sure he touched what he figured was Tim's clit. It was a little hard to tell for sure. Unlike Joe, Tim's clitoris remained covered by a miniature hood of flesh, more like other women Joe had seen. He didn't know why, but Tim's vagina didn't look like his, or Mike's. Maybe he wasn't circumcised as a male. Whatever, Joe knew he was very close to the spot, if not right on it.

Suddenly, Joe rolled over and straddled Tim's legs. He had never seen Tim completely without clothes before the change, and it was difficult to think of him as anything but female. He looked down at the tiny strip of black nylon that concealed his own sex, and suddenly wished for his penis back. Then, he could properly introduce Tim to the new pleasures his body was capable of.

But, much as he wanted that, reality said they were two women, erotically pleasing to each other. Joe slid down, allowing access to Tim's pubic area. He softly kissed around his clitoris, rubbing his nose in the delicate hair. Tim instinctively moved his legs apart further, exposing his sex even more. Joe kissed the swollen labia, breathing in the sweet scent.

He tasted Tim's sex with his tongue, and felt Tim tense his muscles as he experienced the intense pleasure it caused. Tim's reaction made Joe proceed faster, knowing what he was doing had to feel exquisite.

Tim never spoke. He moved to Joe's touch, moaning softly at times, when the feeling was especially pleasant. Joe looked up, and noticed that Tim was cupping his own breasts in his hands, gently pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Tim was probably exploring the differences in sensation that a feminized body provided.

"Oh... Oh... Oh...!" Tim exclaimed, as he tensed and raised his hips. He was plainly experiencing orgasm.

Joe knew that during climax, he now felt an overwhelming urge to be filled... To have something inside the vagina to bear down on. Joe gently spread Tim's labia and started to insert a finger, but stopped when he saw Tim's hymen was still quite intact. It might accept his finger, but it looked like a very tight stretch of thin skin. It greatly reduced the effective size of Tim's vaginal opening.

Joe had not seen an intact hymen before, not even his own, which had only existed for a couple of days, a victim of his own curiosity and lust.

Joe decided not to finger Tim's opening. He didn't want to take Tim's physical sign of female virginity, even if Tim obviously seemed ready to beg him to do it.

Instead, Joe resumed the gentle licking. He placed his hands on both sides of Tim's hips and raised them slightly. Tim seemed to be in a state of constant orgasm, and moved his own hands from his breasts to Joe's head. He began to simultaneously guide Joe's tongue to where he wanted it, and gently stroke Joe's short hair.

After no less than three body tensing climaxes, Tim was practically exhausted. He pushed Joe's head away, and pulled Joe up to him.

They nuzzled each other, and then Tim kissed Joe on his lips. They embraced each other tightly, not as women, or men, but as two persons with a common bond, who had just undergone a wonderful erotic experience.

It was certainly not love, but the intense feelings were clear.

Joe looked into Tim's half-closed eyes, and smiled. Finally, he spoke.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I... I... I never would have guessed any thing like that." Tim gasped, still breathing deeply.

"Not so bad, is it?" Joe continued.

Tim smiled.

"Not so bad." Tim repeated. "Yeah, it's not so bad. I ahh... I explored... I touched myself before... I came, too... But not anything like this. Constant explosions... The whole body... There's nothing else like it."

Joe placed his leg between Tim's thighs, and pressed his knee against his genital area. He knew that felt pleasant for him, and he wanted Tim to feel good too. Tim instinctively understood what was happening, and began to rub his wet, aching pubis against Joe. Tim placed his leg in the same position for Joe, and Joe masturbated by rubbing his aching clitoris against Tim's knee.

They lay facing each other, looking into the others eyes. A strange combination of lust and bizarre humor overcame them at almost the same time. Joe laughed openly and Tim joined him.

"Can you believe this?" Tim asked. "Can you believe what were doing?"

"Kind of hard to accept, isn't it?" Joe agreed. "But still fun, right?"

Tim put out his hand and touched Joe's breast, running his finger along the little design along the top edge of the bra cup.

"Did you want me?" Tim asked. "Did you want to have sex with me?

"Sure." Joe replied. "If I could. Of course I would. Any guy would. You're beautiful, remember."

"Yeah, but I'd like to make it with you too, if it was possible." Tim countered. "I guess I owe you what you just did for me. That was dynamite!"

"I'll take you up on that." Joe said, smiling. "But not till next week anyway."

Tim placed his hand on his crotch and moved three fingers between his legs.

"God, I'm wet." Tim announced. "Sex like this is sure messy."

"Worth it?" Joe asked.

Tim moved his hand, and inspected his wet fingers. He grinned.

"If everything always feels this way, it just might be an acceptable exchange." Tim considered.

Joe dragged a finger gently along the side of Tim's breast. He stopped at the firm little nipple, but kept his finger there.

"It can be even better, I think." Joe said, acting mysterious.

"Better than what?" Tim asked incredulously. "I never ever came three times, that fast, the old way."

"It's a whole new ball game." Joe declared. "You should try it with a regular guy sometime."

"I can hardly wait." Tim said. "If it's better than this..."

"Are we going to lay here all afternoon, are can we go get something to eat?" Joe asked.

"I vote we stay here." Tim joked, laying back on the pillow, and cupping his breasts in his hands.

"You would." Joe teased. "But I'm getting hungry. We can continue this later, if you want."

"OK, later... Yeah." Tim said, rolling out of bed.

Joe watched the young man/woman as he hopped out of bed and bent down to retrieve his underwear from the floor. Tim started to step into the panties, when he felt his crotch.

"I guess I better wash this stuff off." He considered. "I'm really kinda sticky and slimy."

"And pretty as hell." Joe blurted. Tim looked so perfect standing in the late afternoon light streaming through the partially curtained window.

Tim looked at Joe and began a clumsy pirouette, holding his arms out, the little bra in one hand, the panty in the other. His engorged labia was very noticeable, hardly concealed at all by the tiny patch of sparse blonde pubic hair.

His body was now that of a young Lolita, and he was just beginning to appreciate just how responsive it really was. He could see the lust in Joe's eyes.

"I think I better take a shower." Tim almost sang as he acted like a naked ballerina.

"Good idea." Joe agreed. "Try the hand wand, too. I think you'll like that."

Tim began to walk to his room.

"I'll get the clothes later." He called from the open door.

Joe got up and went to where his hang-up bag was hanging. He unzipped it and began searching for something to wear. He selected a dark blue silk T-shirt top and some fitted slacks. He liked wearing pants, it felt almost like old times.

When he finished dressing, Joe brushed his hair, and touched up the light makeup he wore.

Joe looked in the mirror. A young, attractive woman smiled back. His short hair didn't look too bad, now that he was beginning to accept the finer features his face had acquired. It was still impossible to think of himself as a real woman, however.

He was grabbed a little clutch bag he now used instead of a wallet and went into Tim's room. Tim was in the shower. He had left the door open, and Joe could see his outline behind the steamed glass in the mirror on the door.

Tim's small suitcase lay open on the bed. He had removed some of the clothes items and placed them on the bed. The wadded up blue bra and panty lay on the bed too. Joe picked up the little panty and inspected it. The tiny crotch band was still wet, and the inner cotton lining had a narrow white streak of discharge stain.

Just like a 'real' girl, Joe thought.

The shower stopped and in a moment Tim slid the door open to step out. He didn't notice Joe, but grabbed the towel and began to dry himself. Joe watched as Tim carefully inspected his soft form as he dried, then reentered the main room.

"Oh... Hi!" Tim said. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry." Joe apologized. "But I was ready, and I thought I'd come over here."

"Sure." Tim said, not self conscious about his nakedness. "I'll only be a minute."

Joe went to the chair by the little desk and sat down. He watched as Tim looked at his old underwear, then selected clean things.

He first slipped on some plain white cotton bikini's. Joe wondered if Tim or his sister Becky picked them out. They were plain, but looked comfortably sensual on Tim's lithe, young form.

He next selected a white bra, matching the panties in simplicity.

Tim glanced up and realized Joe was watching intently.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"Not at all." Joe responded. "I just like to look, if you don't mind."

"Not if you don't mind me staring at you too." Tim answered. "I guess we're both horny men, stuck in girls bodies."

"Yeah, I guess that's it." Joe agreed.

Tim next chose a white cotton top, with denim jeans. He looked even younger than a few moments ago. But still very sexy.

"Are you ready?" Tim asked, digging a little handbag out from the suitcase.

"Yeah." Joe answered. "I guess we can boogie."

They left the room and went down the three flights to the ground floor. As they left the hotel, Joe looked at his sexy friend. They both looked young, but Tim's teenage appearance made Joe look a little older, sort of like an older sister.

"If anybody asks, why don't we be sisters, for tonight?" Joe offered.

"Who's going to ask?" Tim retorted.

"Oh, I don't know." Joe continued. "I mean... We are two cute young women, out on the town, who knows what guy might..."

"I'd be scared to death." Tim interjected. "I wouldn't know how to react to anything like that."

"You're going to have to learn." Joe said. "You can't stay locked in your room all the time, and trust me, guy's are going to notice you." Joe said.

"I'll worry about it when it happens." Tim said. "Until then, I'm going to keep to myself."

"Uh huh." Joe declared. "And you just wore that little skirt that let your butt hang out because you couldn't get anything else, right?"

"I bought it because I liked it." Tim countered. "I wore it cause I liked how I looked in it. I didn't ask to be this way, but I might as well try to enjoy it, don't you agree?"

"Sure." Joe admitted. "And that's why you will probably want to fool around with a guy too, eventually. To try IT out."

"And I'll decide when that happens, if it ever does." Tim snapped back.

"Good luck, pal." Joe added. "Cause it's gonna happen. I can tell."

"How do you know that?" Tim asked.

Joe grinned.

"You're too curious... You like it all too much... You want to know what it's like as much as I did."

Tim stopped walking and looked at Joe.

"Yeah, I am curious." He said, smiling. "But I don't think I'm ready to jump in bed with a guy."

"Uh huh." Joe said.

They walked along the downtown sidewalks till they arrived at a steakhouse Joe had been to before. They went inside and found there was no wait, and were seated almost immediately. Joe noticed that the waiter couldn't take his eyes off Tim, and had a habit of staring at their breasts as they were talking to him. Joe was almost ready to say. "I'm up here, you know."

They devoured the steaks and in only an hour and a half, they were finished. They had ordered a carafe of wine, and Joe could feel the warming effects. It didn't take much alcohol to have an effect anymore.

"I may be smaller and lighter, but I still can do serious damage to a Kansas City Strip." Tim announced.

"And if you eat like that very often, your butts not going to fit inside the 421." Joe warned him.

"I thought you said my butt was sorta cute." Tim said, grinning. The wine had made him happier, and more relaxed, too.

"Yeah, it is now." Joe went on. "But if you eat like that, you can give that little mini-skirt to Becky." Joe said. "It won't fit you anymore."

"You do like how my butt looks now, don't you, Joe?" Tim asked.

"Sure." Joe said. "It's about perfect, I think."

"Ain't that weird?" Tim asked. "Not even two weeks ago... I had a normal butt... A guy's butt... A little hairy... Tight enough, I guess. But now... Damn... I never thought my butt could get like it this. It's so soft... You felt it, ain't it soft?"

"Yeah, it's soft all right." Joe agreed.

"Yeah... I can't believe how soft it is... And so smooth... Absolutely no hair. I still have some hair on my legs. Becky showed me how to shave 'em, so they look pretty good, but my butt is absolutely smooth."

"It looks pretty good." Joe admitted.

"I hardly have hair anywhere, anymore." Tim went on, obviously feeling the wine. "Just my head... And my... Joe, you've seen it, what do you think?"

"I'm impressed." Joe told him. "And I think we better not finish off this wine, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Tim admitted. "I sure can't take it like before, that's for sure."

"Want some coffee?" Joe asked.

"Naa." Tim snapped. "I hate the stuff, except a little in the morning. And I'm going to need to pee pretty soon."

"Can you wait till we get back to the Radisson?" Joe asked. He didn't know what condition his friend was really in, and he didn't want him walking around unescorted.

"Hell, I made it from Sioux City to Minneapolis, so I think I can last that long." Tim joked.

Joe called the waiter, and paid the tab, then they left the restaurant. Tim had no trouble walking, and apparently he wasn't as tipsy as Joe feared. The wine had just loosened his tongue.

As they walked along the street in the evening light, Tim maintained a continuous banter.

"Walking is so different now, don't you think?" He asked. "I can feel my boobs with every step. It don't hurt, or anything, but I can sure feel 'em. Can you?"

"Yeah." Joe admitted. "I can. I kind of like it too, I guess."

"Me too." Tim continued. "It's kinda fun having boobs. At first, I hated 'em, but now that I've kinda got used to 'em, I accept 'em.

"It's a good thing, too, I suppose." Joe considered. "Because we sure are stuck with 'em."

"Yeah, we are, aren't we." Tim agreed. "Yours are really nice, too. I guess mine are pretty good... I mean, they're a little smaller than yours, I guess, maybe, but I like 'em." He rubbed his left hand across his bosom.

"Yours are awful good." Joe complimented. They look sexy, like a young girl's."

"Yeah. I think so too." Tim said. "I just hope they don't get too much smaller. I kinda like 'em, but I think they're getting smaller."

"You really think so?" Joe asked.

"I don't know for sure." Tim said, lowering his little girl voice. "But I think they might be. Just like my hair... Down there."

"But, you trimmed that, didn't you?" Joe asked.

"Yeah. Sure. I did. But I still think it's getting thinner anyway." Tim said softly. "Hell, you saw it, I barely have any there anymore."

"You are getting a little thin." Joe admitted, grinning.

"Do you think I look sexy?" Tim blurted. "For a girl, I mean?"

Joe looked at the young man-woman.

"If I still had a penis this afternoon, you'd be needing to worry about being pregnant right now." Joe informed him.

"I would have let you do it too, you know that?" Tim revealed.

"I think I could have had you." Joe agreed.

"I had no idea it felt like that." Tim said. "You had me in the palm of your hand."

"Just remember that when you mess around with a regular guy." Joe warned. "I may still know where the target is, but they still got a gun barrel long enough to hit it."

"Joe." Tim asked.

"Yeah, Tim?" Joe returned.

"Joe, if tomorrow they said they found the method... The way... To get you back. To make you look male again..." Tim stammered.

"Yeah?" Joe said.

"Would you? Would you want to do it? To change back?" Tim continued. "I mean, if they could make everything like it was... Same size... Muscles... Penis... Everything. Would you still want to do it?"

"Hmmm... Everything like it used to be..." Joe considered. He idly rubbed his palm over the silky softness of his breast as he thought.

"I'd sure miss some of this, that's for sure." Joe admitted. "I guess I'd really have to think about it for a while."

"Yeah... A week ago it would have been easy." Tim agreed. "But now... I don't know what it is... Maybe I'm getting to used to all this or something."

"I'd miss the clothes." Joe mused. "I never even thought much about stuff like that before, but now... It's all so different."

"Me and Becky have become so much closer..." Tim thought out loud. "I don't know what she'd do if I came home with my old body back."

"It would sure help the relationship between Linda and me." Joe considered. "She accepts what happened, I guess, but obviously, it isn't the same anymore."

"Well, before, I went back, I think I'd want to make it with a guy first." Tim announced.

"Oh, Yeah?" Joe laughed. "I thought you didn't want to do that."

"I didn't say that, exactly." Tim corrected. "I mean... What we did this afternoon, how it felt... I didn't know the feelings could get so powerful."

"Uh huh." Joe agreed. "If real women feel like this, then I've underestimated the power sex has over them."

"Yeah. I always thought they didn't get that much out of it, and just let guys do it because they loved them, or something. Was I wrong!" Tim said.

"Oh, I think they do love us..er... them. Don't you?" Joe offered.

"Probably." Tim agreed. "But sex for pleasure is definitely a possibility."

"Yeah." Joe agreed.

"Joe." Tim asked.

"Yeah." Joe returned.

"Joe, if you can change back, would you do me a favor?" Tim continued.

"Probably." Joe answered. "What do you want?"

"If we can change back... If we ever do... And you change first, could we have sex before I change back?" Tim asked carefully.

Joe stopped walking, and looked at Tim.

"You want me to screw you?" Joe asked.

"Well... Yeah. I guess I do." Tim said. "I really want to know what it all feels like this way."

"My God." Joe declared. "You don't need me for that. There are a million regular guys who would die to get into your pants right now."

"But I don't want to do that kind of stuff with a regular guy." Tim insisted. "You understand how I feel... You know what it's like..."

"OK... OK... If we ever get to change back, I'll do it first, and then have sex with you." Joe promised. "It'll be a lot of work, but I'll force myself."

"In the mean time, you can do what you did this afternoon, again tonight." Tim said, smiling demurely.

"You liked that, huh?" Joe asked.

"Didn't you?" Tim retorted.

"Well, you are awful soft, and smooth..." Joe admitted.

"I owe it all to Oil of Olay." Tim mocked, emphasizing his body's new shape.

"Right." Joe agreed. "And radio frequency cell damage."

"Isn't science wonderful?" Tim teased, running his palms along the curvature of his hips.

"Uh huh." Joe agreed. "And if you keep eating so much, you're going to know what a big butt feels like, too." Joe warned him.

They neared the entrance to the Radisson. Joe took the lead.

"It's still pretty early." Joe announced. "How about we go down to the workout room for an hour or so?"

Tim considered it.

"Sure." He decided. "Why not? I bought some more new workout clothes, I guess I need to try 'em on."

"Everything seems to somehow revolve around clothes now." Joe observed.

"Getting dressed has become a lot more interesting, don't you agree?" Tim countered.

"Yeah, sure... But there's a lot more to this than playing dress-up." Joe added.

"But it is a lot of fun." Tim insisted. "And it's even more interesting to get undressed." He laughed.

"Let's change and use the Nautilus machines for a half-hour or so." Joe suggested. "We can try the pool too, if you want."

"Will there be any guys there?" Tim asked.

"Hell, I don't have any idea." Joe answered. "There might be."

"I don't know..." Tim countered.

"Aw, come on." Joe insisted. "No body can possibly tell we ain't real women. If there are any guys there, they'll be the one's who get worked up."

They went up the elevator to the rooms. They both entered Joe's room, and Tim went straight to his own side. He came back a few seconds later with a purple leotard, and a tiny crop top.

"Can you believe I'm going to wear this?" Tim asked, holding up the tiny outfit made of stretch fabric.

"Hey, if you got it, flaunt it." Joe decided.