Finally got this done.  As I wrote this, it was kind of like the
Energizer Bunny.  It just kept going and going and going.  8-)

You may notice that all parts but the last (including the prequel and
original) have been posted at the same time.  This is because I'd like
some input before finishing off this story.  So, please, read through,
then write to me and tell me what you think.

When writing this, I tried to write it as an independant story, which
is to say, you shouldn't have to read either the prequel or the
original in order to read through this one and enjoy it.  But if
you're one of those people who insists upon reading everything that
comes before, I wrote BIOCHEMISTRY first, then wrote PREQUEL, then
this one, but the story line goes PREQUEL, BIOCHEMISTRY, SEQUEL.  I'll
leave it up to you to decide in what order you want to read it.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at
the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies
for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may
be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL
 The Transformation Begins

IN THE PARK...

Jack Smith, James Smith's father, was jogging through the park one day
when two men jumped him.  Now Jack was an athletic sort, a man who
enjoyed working out, but these men clearly knew what they were doing
and Jack was unconscious before he knew what was happening...

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

AT THE BEACH...

Melissa Smith, James' mother, Jack's wife, drove into the beach
parking lot where James and his new wife Samantha were supposed to be
meeting her later.
 She was about a half hour early.  Jack had gotten up early, made her
help him get dressed to go jogging, and she couldn't get back to
sleep.

She looked around and saw her son's car.  Not wanting to just sit and
wait in the car, she decided to take a walk on the boardwalk that
surrounded the beach.  Maybe she could find James or Samantha.  At the
very least she could get a little something to eat.  She wandered down
the boardwalk, checking the stores (mostly tourist trap junk) and
seeing the sights (mostly sand, hot looking bodies, and colorful beach
umbrellas).

About fifteen minutes after she started, she saw someone who she
thought was Samantha down on the beach.  The woman she thought was
Samantha was rubbing suntan lotion on a beautiful, blonde woman's
back.  "Samantha" then untied the woman's bikini top.  Melissa was
then doubtful of this woman's identity, since she then proceeded to
massage her partner's back in a most sensual way.  Oh, it was nothing
that was going to get them banned from the beach, but it was
definitely suggestive of a relationship that went beyond simple
friendship.

Melissa tried to look away, but felt strangely drawn to this
semi-erotic scene on the beach.  She felt her own vagina grow wet as
the Samantha look alike's hands slowly roamed her friend's back.
Melissa watched in rapt attention as "Samantha" rubbed the woman's
sides, shoulders, arms, and legs (and although she wasn't really close
enough to tell, Melissa was fairly sure that "Samantha's" hands went
in between the blonde's legs and stroked her pussy).

Suddenly, the blonde reached behind her, re-secured the straps on her
bikini and stood up (she was a tall drink of water, as the saying
went).  She took "Samantha's" arm and walked towards the private
changing rooms offered at the side of the beach.  As they walked,
Melissa got a much closer look at the raven haired beauty.

Was it?  It was.  It was Samantha.  Was Samantha cheating on James
after only four months of marriage?  And with another woman, no less?
"No," she thought.  "I mean I haven't actually seen anything that was
openly sexual.  Just a really suggestive back rub."

She watched Samantha and the blonde walk to the booth.  Just before
they went in, they gave each other a kiss, the kind of kiss that
Melissa felt should only be made between lovers.  Problem was, Melissa
wasn't sure what disturbed her more; the fact that Samantha might be
cheating on her only son, or the way these two women kissing made her
feel... down there.  God knows, no man, including her husband, had
made her feel that way in a very long time.  She couldn't remember the
last time she had gotten really wet.  Now, this... barely PG-13 scene
between two women was exciting her?

She shook her head.  She had to talk to Samantha.  At the very least
to find out whether or not she was cheating on James.

She ran down to the beach, stopping outside the dressing room.  Inside
she heard a woman moaning in unmistakable sexual lust.  Melissa closed
her eyes and imagined the scene inside.  The blonde, sitting on one of
those beach chairs, her legs splayed wide open, Samantha kneeling
between them, licking with long,... slow,... sensitive strokes.
Samantha's fingers would gently probe and fondle the woman's legs,
touching her in places of enjoyment that only another woman would know
about.

Then the scene shifted.  Instead of the blonde in the chair, it became
Melissa herself.  Samantha was still between her legs, and the blonde
now stood behind her, rubbing and fondling her tits.

Melissa snapped her eyes open and shook her head.  Now where had that
come from?  Melissa wasn't a lesbian.  She was happily married.

Okay, maybe saying "happily" married was stretching it.  But she was
married and Jack was the father of her only child.  So as much as
she... as she...  disliked the man, she had a duty to stick by him.
And as much as this imaginary lesbian scene was turning her on, she
had to stop Samantha from cheating on her son.

She banged on the door.  "Samantha.  It's Melissa Smith, your
mother-in-law."

"Uhm, wait a second, Mrs. Smith.  I'll be out in a few seconds."

Melissa heard a couple people bustling about inside.  She was tempted
to burst in, but decided to wait.  There were no other exits to this
booth other than the one she was standing in front of.  So she'd soon
see whoever Samantha was having sex with in there.

Melissa heard the lock being undone on the inside of the booth.  The
door opened, and sure enough, there stood Samantha.  "Hello,
Mrs. Smith."

"Hello, Samantha."  Melissa made a somewhat blatant attempt to look
over Samantha's shoulder.  "Uhm, I was pretty sure I heard someone
else in there.
 Who was it?"

A figure did step out from behind Sam, but it wasn't the blonde
Melissa had seen before.  "Hi, mom.  Just me."

"Hello, James."  Melissa stepped up and hugged her son.

"We were just, uh,... catching some private time before we went to
meet you."

"Oh, please, son, I may be old, but I'm not that old.  You two were
doing what any newlyweds would be doing.  You were breeding like bunny
rabbits."

James blushed red.  "Mother!"

Sam wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.  "Doesn't he blush
cute?"

Melissa smiled.  "It's okay, son.  I promise that over the cruise we
won't torment you too much."

"Yeah, sure."

"So why are we all going on this cruise?"

"Well, this is the anniversary of the day I proposed to Sam.  And I
figured that you and dad could use the trip.  Even though dad's been
retired for a couple years now, with the exception of our wedding, you
two haven't left the house in decades."

"Well, you know how your dad is.  Once he gets settled into a pattern,
he doesn't like to bother changing."

"Yeah, including a pattern of playing around on you."

"Now, James, that's between me and your father."

"Yeah, but I don't have to like it."

"Nobody's asking you to."

"Mom, why don't you leave him?"

Melissa sighed. "Son, I'm a woman in my late fifties, with no
applicable job skills.  What am I going to do for income if I leave
your father?"

"Mom, you could easily get more than enough alimony from dad's
retirement income to live on comfortably for the rest of your life.
And even if you got no alimony, you could move in with Sam and me for
as long as you needed.
 You're still a beautiful woman, mom.  Even if you felt you had to
have a man, you could land one in no time."

"Son, even if that were true, and I don't doubt that it is, I'm from
the old school where you don't just walk out on your husband.  The
whole till death do you part thing.  So come on.  Your father's on his
morning jog.  Let's change the subject.  Okay?"

"Okay, mom."

"Let's discuss where we're going to eat."

Sam said, "Oh, I know just the place.  There's this pizza place up on
the boardwalk.  The sausage and mushroom pizza is just to die for."

"Lead the way, Samantha."

"Please.  Call me Sam, Mrs. Smith."

"Only if you call me mom."

"Okay, I'm going to get our stuff and pack it in the car.  I'll meet
you there."

As Sam and Melissa walked off, James went inside and got their stuff.
He then got out his cell phone, dialed a special number, and waited
for it to pick up.  When it did, he said, "Mistress Elaine, it's
James.  Do it."

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

AT MISTRESS ELAINE'S PRIVATE CLINIC...

Mistress Elaine stood over an unconscious Jack Smith.  "Well,
Mr. Smith, it appears that your wife is determined to stand by you
despite your philandering, macho ways."

Elaine signaled to Susan, her lab assistant, who brought over a
syringe full of some specially designed chemicals that Elaine had
invented.  "You know," she said, still talking to the unconscious man,
"as a scientist and a modern woman, I'm glad she didn't.  But as a
compassionate human being, I can't help wondering if you wouldn't have
liked it better if she had dumped your silly ass."

Elaine stuck the end of the syringe into Jack's arm and pumped him
full of the drug.  One hour later, after the first drug had saturated
his body, Elaine took two syringes, and injected Jack's chest, each
one going under the nipple.  Elaine then took a third and fourth
syringe and injected Jack in his hips and waist.  Then with one last
syringe, injected him under his jaw.

Susan asked, "Is that it?"

"Not quite.  We'll wait one hour then inject him with the reversal
agent."

"Why inject him with all the chemicals, just to inject him with the
reversal agent?"

"Because the reversal agent we're going to inject him with is only one
half of the entire compound.  The other half goes into his wife."

"How are we going to arrange to inject her?"

"The other half can be administered orally.  And unlike most of my
compounds is thin enough to be mixed into an herbal tea."

"So what will these compounds do?"

"I suspect you'll have a chance to find out."

"Me?"

"Both you and Elizabeth are due for some vacation time.  So I'm
sending the two of you on the cruise with James and Samantha.  My
guess is that in a few days you'll be able to see first hand what the
compounds have done."

Susan gave Elaine a lascivious look.  "Will we be in the same cabin as
the happy couple?"

Elaine laughed.  "You are an incorrigible fiend at times.  No, you two
will have a suite of your own.  James and Samantha will be in one
suite, and Tracie will be in a cabin of her own."

"A separate cabin for Tracie?  But why?"

"Because James' mother, who is unaware of the existence of Tracie,
will be in the suite right next to the happy couple.  Which means you
must also be careful of open displays of affection with any of them,
Tracie included."

Susan smiled and stuck out her tongue at Elaine.  "Spoilsport."

Elaine just smiled.

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

AN HOUR LATER, AT THE BEACH...

As they talked, Sam said, "Well, it's time for this little lady to go
use the bathroom.  Care to join me, Mrs- mom?"

"No, dear.  But thanks for offering."

After Sam got up, gave James a kiss, and went off to the restroom,
Melissa said, "Dear, there's something I have to ask you about Sam."

"Sure, go ahead."

"How do I put this?  Would Sam ever be willing to, uhm, spend time
with a girl?"

"I think I understand what you're asking, and yes, she's bisexual.
Why?  You interested?"  James winked at his mother.

"James, don't be crude.  But I was wondering, now that you two are
married, how does she deal with her... lesbian leanings?"

"We share lovers."

"What?"

James smiled.  "We're both allowed to find lovers outside our
marriage.  The only rule is that whoever we find is someone we have to
be able to share.  Someone willing to have sex with either or both of
us."

"So if I were to tell you that I saw her being... rather amorous with
a young lady on the beach today?"

"Tall lady, blonde, big tits?"

"That's her."

"That's Tracie.  I know her well.  In fact it was Tracie who helped us
through a really bad rough spot that we had that nearly broke us up."

"And you don't have a problem with the two of them having sex?"  James
shook his head.  "What if Sam were to find some guy willing to have
sex with you?"

James smiled.  "It's already happened, mom."

Melissa was clearly shocked.  "You've had sex with guys?"

"Yup.  Does that shock you?"

"Yes!"

"Now you know how I felt when you mentioned me and Sam doing it like
bunny rabbits."

Melissa shook her head.  "Okay, okay.  But are you kidding?  Have you
really had sex with guys?"

"Yes, mom, I have.  Although both Sam and I prefer other women for our
extra-marital liaisons, we BOTH have brought other men into the
affair."

"Well, now I'm just confused."

James laughed a bit as his cell phone rang.  He answered, "Hello."
Sam walked back to the table.  "Yeah.  Yeah, okay.  We'll be there as
soon as we can."

"What's up?" Sam asked.

"Apparently dad was attacked while jogging in the park."

Melissa said, "What?  Where is he?  Is he okay?"

"Relax, mom.  He's fine.  He lucked out.  He was found by Elaine.  She
took him to her private clinic.  He'll get better care there then at
any hospital in the state."

"Elaine?"

"A friend of both Sam and me.  She was at the wedding.  Perhaps you
remember her?  Tall woman, 'bout my height, long, auburn hair,
rather... well endowed."

"Oh, yes.  I remember."  Melissa did remember, and what she remembered
disturbed her.  She remembered Jack and Elaine talking.  Jack was
being his usual jackass of a self, but Elaine didn't let it get to
her.  She didn't even have that guarded civility that many women put
up to keep from making a scene when dealing with her sexist husband.
She seemed so in control, so authoritative, so... attractive.  She was
the first woman Melissa could ever remember being attracted to, in
that way.

She shook her head.  What was she doing?  Her husband was lying in a
hospital bed somewhere and she was fantasizing about a woman she
barely knew.  "Come on," she said, getting up and heading to the cars.

If she hadn't been so worried about her husband or so disturbed by her
burgeoning sexuality, she might've noticed the knowing look passing
between her son and daughter-in-law.

***********

A HALF HOUR LATER, AT ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Melissa rushed into the clinic, and was quickly sent back to the room
where Jack was sleeping soundly.  "Is he okay?" she asked of the
nurse.

From the door, she heard, "He's fine.  He's just sleeping off a
sedative I gave him."

Melissa turned to the door.  Oh, god, it was her.  Elaine.  Melissa
felt herself getting wet just looking at her.  She turned back to
Jack, mostly to hide the lustful feelings she was experiencing.  "Why
a sedative?" she asked.

"He got a nasty bump on his head, and was complaining about a
headache.  I felt it was best if he got his rest, so I gave him a
sedative.  Hello, Sam, James."  Elaine gave them both a hug.

"So how long is he going to be out?" James asked.

"I figure about 8 hours."

"Damn!" Sam said.  "That means we're going to miss our boat."

"Oh, yes, your cruise.  There's no need to miss it.  You three go
ahead and catch your boat.  As soon as your father wakes up, I'll have
him sent out on a helicopter straight to the ship."

"But I can't leave my husband."

"Nonsense, you're not leaving anyone.  So your husband misses the
first day or two of your cruise.  He could probably stand the
relaxation anyways."

"I don't know."

"Well, if you want, you may stay here.  But it is my expert opinion
that you'll only be wasting your time.  I'll be in my office if you
have any problems.  James, I have those contracts whenever you're
ready to sign them."

James just nodded.  After Elaine left, James said, "Mom, come on."

"What?  I can't just leave my husband when he's in this state."

"What state?  He's asleep, mom.  He'll be fine.  And you do no one any
good just sitting by a sleeping body."

"But-"

"No buts.  Mom, if I have to, I will sling you over my shoulder and
carry you kicking and screaming onto the boat."

"You wouldn't!"  After a quick look at James' face, she said, "You
would."  She sighed and said, "Okay.  Our stuff is packed and at the
hotel, we'll need to pick it up before we go."

"Okay, I'll go sign those contracts for Elaine, then we can go get
them."

"All right."

Jack walked down the hall to Elaine's office.  "Hello, Mistress," he
said as he walked into the room.

Elaine gave him an exasperated look.  "When are you and Sam going to
stop referring to me as Mistress?  You know I've given you both
permission to do so."

"Yeah, but I got to throw in with Sam.  It just doesn't seem right
referring to you any other way.  I have to work at it just to remember
when someone else is in the room.  I almost slipped just now with
mom."

Elaine just smiled.  "Alright.  I've got to admit, I kind of get a
kick out of it.  Here are the contracts."

James quickly signed the contracts.  "You know, you have made me a
very rich man with what you have bought from me since we first met."

"Anything for a friend.  Now can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Let me get some blood samples of both you and Tracie before you head
off on your vacation."

"Not a problem.  Here or in your lab?"

"Here's fine."  Elaine got out a bag with her medical supplies in it.
James extended his arm to her, and she drew a syringe full of his
blood.  "Okay, now Tracie."

James removed his shirt, then closed his eyes.  Elaine watched as his
body transformed before her eyes.  His chest expanded into breasts
fully a cup size larger than her own D cup.  His waist shrunk down and
his hips widened.
 The muscles on his legs and arms compacted, giving his limbs a
tapered look.  His face took on a much rounder appearance.  Suddenly,
standing before Elaine, was a beautiful little sex pot of a woman.
The only thing not fitting the image was her short, manly haircut.
Elaine said, "Every time I see you do that, I'm amazed.  How do you do
it?"

In a lighter, sexy voice, James' alter ego, "Tracie" said, "I have no
idea how.  I just do it.  Besides Tracie is your creation.  Yours and
Sam's.  Don't you have any ideas?"

"Some, but nothing that's panned out."

"Well, Tracie has been a welcome addition to our lives."

"I can imagine.  Without Tracie you two would have gone your separate
ways."

A year ago, almost to the day, James had broken up with Sam for no
other reason than she didn't want to let him have sex with her (she
had her reasons, he had to admit), so, for reasons of her own, Sam
went to "Mistress" Elaine, a master biochemist whose work was decades
ahead of anything being done by anyone else, and had her kidnap James
then inject him with a compound that had turned him into Tracie, a
she-male beauty with implanted commands that would make her
subservient and controllable.

The original plan was to teach him a lesson then to set it up so that
Sam or Elaine could transform him back and forth between his two
forms, giving him some time as James, but having to spend most of his
time as Tracie, the sex slave.

But something happened.  Somewhere along the way James and Tracie
merged psychologically.  James understood the lessons that Sam wanted
to teach him, and, somehow, gained control of the transformation, and
could switch back and forth between the two forms at will.  James also
gained Tracie's strong empathy for those around her, particularly when
the person was a lover.

After Sam had revealed herself, a she-male who was the handiwork of
Mistress Elaine, to what she thought was a subservient Tracie, James
understood how he had hurt Sam, and fell in love with her all over
again.  He revealed his secret to Sam and proposed to her.

It was also Tracie's empathy that brought them to their current place.
At their reception, James' father, Jack, had acted like his usual
sexist self, causing all sorts of problems amongst the female guests,
and to James, with his psychic empathy, it was total hell.  Jack
finally pushed his son over the edge when he told his new wife that
she should just give up her successful law practice to be a good stay
at home wife for James.  So, in return for allowing Mistress Elaine to
study how he controlled his transformation and splitting the costs of
the drugs involved, Elaine would use her biochemical know-how to teach
Jack a well deserved lesson of his own.  Sam knew about this, of
course, but his mother was still clueless.

"So," James asked as Elaine took "Tracie's" blood, "any other theories
on what allows me to do this?"

"A few.  But they'll take more extensive testing that'll have to wait
till you get back."

"So what's this for?"

"Just regular testing to judge changes in your biochemical state."

"I just realized something.  In the year that I have known you, I
don't think I have yet to see you take a break.  When was the last
time you took a vacation?"

Elaine stopped and thought about it.  "About... ten years ago."

"So why don't you come with us?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I've got too much work to do here.
Although, I've got to admit, I'd really like to get to know your
mother better.  Is she really in her fifties?"

"Uh-huh.  Fifty-eight next April."

"Amazing.  I would've pegged her as being almost twenty years younger
than that.  Only the silvering of her hair is any mark of her true
age."

"Yeah, if only it were for the right reasons."

"What do you mean?"

"She's always been younger then she looked, but about ten years back,
she started getting various types of plastic surgery to stay looking
young.  But she did it at dad's request.  Face lifts, tummy tucks,
even breast implants and butt work.  Not that doing so made any
impression on him."

"James, the more I learn of your father, the less I like him."

"At least you haven't had to live with him for the last two and a half
decades.  So how're you going to get my mom medicated?"

"Already being done.  Your mother is being given a nice herbal tea to
calm her frazzled nerves.  An herbal tea laced with the compound she
needs."

"Excellent."

Elaine put the vials of blood into a special refrigerator.  "Okay you
can change back now."

James concentrated and returned to his masculine form.  "You sure you
won't join us on our cruise?"

"I'm sure.  But thanks for the offer."

James wandered back to his father's room, thinking about Mistress
Elaine.  He was going to have to make a couple calls to Linda and
Susan.  For all that she had done, Elaine deserved a vacation.

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

LATER THAT DAY, ON THE SHIP...

Melissa walked in on James and Sam while they were unpacking.  "Hey,
kids."

"Hey, mom," James said.

"Well, I'm finished with my unpacking.  Do you two need any help?"

"Naw, mom.  We're just finishing up."

Melissa noticed an unopened suitcase.  "What about that?" she said,
picking it up.

"Don't bother with that one, mom."

"Nonsense.  The quicker we get it done, the quicker we can get to
having fun."  She popped the suitcase open.  "Lingerie and women's
bathing suits?"  She picked up one of the suits.  "Uhm, seems a little
large for you, Samantha.  In more ways than one."

"That's because it's not mine."

Melissa looked to her son.  "Don't tell me you're wearing women's
clothes, James?"

James smiled.  "It's Tracie's.  She spends a lot of time over at our
house and leaves quite a bit of her clothes there.  This is the stuff
she wanted to take along, and since we weren't sure of her cabin
assignment at the time, we just packed it up and had it sent here."

Melissa said, "She spends a lot of time at your house?  I think I want
to meet this girl."

"Why don't we go meet her?  She should be unpacking in preparation for
departure."

"Okay.  I think that'd be great."  James could tell by his mother's
tone that she wasn't too sure about Tracie, but was pretty sure she
wasn't going to like what she learned.

They all quickly changed into clothes for walking on deck.  Samantha
changed into a bathing suit and a matching skirt.  James got into
shorts and a polo shirt.  And Melissa got into a yellow sun dress.
Melissa looked at her son and asked, "James, did you shave your legs?"

Samantha said, "Oh, I asked him to do that.  I'm afraid his leg
hairs...  irritate me when we're having sex."

"And you did that for her?"

"Sure, mom.  It's not that big a deal."  Melissa sighed.  "What?"

"It's just that your father's leg hairs irritate me also, but I doubt
he'd be so accommodating."

"Probably not.  Shall we go?"

They went down a couple floors to Tracie's room.  They knocked on the
door, but after a while, when they got no response, James said, "Maybe
she's wandering the deck before departure.  Why don't you two do the
same, and I'll check with the purser to see if she's checked in.  Even
if you don't find her, it'll give you a chance to get familiar with
the ship."

"Okay, hun," Samantha said.  "Come on, mom."  And before Melissa could
protest, she was dragged off to the deck.

As soon as his wife and mom were out of sight, James looked around,
pulled out a room key and unlocked the door.  Going inside he quickly
stripped off his clothes.  He closed his eyes, and Tracie came forth.
He grabbed one of "Tracie's" suitcases, and opened it up.  He grabbed
a matching bra and panty set and quickly put them on.  Then, looking
through "her" clothes, Tracie decided on a sun dress similar to the
one his mother had on.  He decided to forgo a slip even though his
mother was wearing one.  He reached back, zipped up, then got out his
blonde wig and put it on.  Putting on a light application of make-up,
Tracie finally felt ready to face the world.

She went out and went up on deck.  She made sure to check in with the
purser as Tracie, then found a place on deck to watch as the ship
pulled out.  It didn't take long before she heard Sam's voice.
"Tracie!"

Tracie turned and waved to her wife and best friend.  Sam and Melissa
came over, and Tracie surprised them by wrapping her arm around them
and planting a kiss on Sam's lips.  They had discussed it earlier and
decided that they would keep it low key while Melissa was around.  But
Tracie/James had been away from Sam too long.  Even the half hour they
had been apart was too much and she just couldn't resist taking a
taste of Sam's mouth.

"Hey, love," Tracie said.

"Uhm,... yes,... well...  Tracie, I'd like you to meet Melissa Smith,
James' mother."

Tracie extended her hand.  "Finally glad to meet you, Mrs. Smith.
James has nothing but the kindest words for you."

Melissa gulped.  She had intended to confront this woman, and find out
what kind of role she played in her son's marriage.  But now, standing
in front of this tall, blonde beauty, all she could do was envision
the same scene she had at the beach, Sam between her legs and Tracie
behind her fondling her tits.  She shook it off, and took Tracie's
hand.  "Charmed."

Melissa wondered what she was going to say when she heard another
voice yell out, "Sam!  Tracie!"  She turned and saw two women headed
towards them.  The first was a beautiful brunette about Sam's height,
maybe a little smaller.  The second was a tall (6'4" at least) blonde
with mammoth tits (porn star huge tits).  And Melissa found herself
growing uncomfortably wet just looking at them.

As soon as they got close Sam hugged the brunette and Tracie hugged
the blonde.  Sam said, "Mom, I'd like to introduce you to two of our
best friends.  The sexy brunette is Susan."  Melissa took Susan's
hand.  "And the amazonian blonde is Elizabeth, her wife."

Melissa took Elizabeth's hand, then said, "Wife?"

Elizabeth said, "It's not an officially recognized marriage, of
course.  But I serve at home as Elizabeth's good and dutiful wife.  So
that's what I prefer to refer to myself as."

"Well, that's... uhm,...  Well, I'm not sure what it is.  But as long
as you're happy together."

"Ecstatic."

Melissa didn't know what to say.  Especially since she was envisioning
the two women rolling around naked on a bed.  "Well,... I'm happy for
you."  What was going on?  Why couldn't she control herself?  All
right, she might be able to accept that she had lesbian feelings, but
was she destined to lose control every time she met a beautiful woman?

Together, the five of them watched the ship pull out of dock, but
Melissa was so confused, she didn't even wonder where her son was.

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

BACK AT ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Jack slowly worked his way back to consciousness.  When he opened his
eyes he looked up to see a beautiful, tall, auburn-haired beauty
looking down at him.

"Mr. Smith?  Are you okay?"

"Where am I?  Last thing I remember was being attacked by two men
while I was jogging in the park."

"You were attacked.  Do you recall who did it?"

"No.  They got me from behind and knocked me out before I knew what
was happening.  But how did I get here?"

"I found you at the park and brought you here."

Jack looked at her and said, "I know you, don't I?"

"I was wondering if you'd remember.  My name is Elaine.  We met at
your son's wedding."

"Oh, yeah, the... scientist, or something or other."

"Yes, that's me.  Well, Mr. Smith, one of the doctors I keep here has
cleared you to leave any time you wish.  I promised your wife and son
that I would fly you out to the ship as soon as you were ready.  I'd
suggest you file a report with the police first."

"Fly me out?"

"Yes.  I'm afraid the doctor administered a sedative earlier.  The
ship you were supposed to be on right now has already left port.  And
since your wife was going to do no one any good sitting here fretting
over you, your son and daughter-in-law took her to the ship.  So as
soon as you're ready, I can have a helicopter ready to depart."

"Oh, no rush.  I mean, after all, I've still got to make that police
report, don't I?"

"Of course.  Well, whenever you're ready, just come back here and I'll
have a helicopter waiting for you."

Elaine walked out of the room shaking her head.  The man was so
transparent.
 He clearly planned on spending at least a few days away from his wife
to fool around.  Just like James said he would.

She walked back to her office and pulled out a couple sheets of her
personal stationery.  She thought about it then began to compose the
letters for Jack.  Usually she would handle this personally as she had
done so many times before, but James had recommended letters instead
feeling that Jack would be more likely to react as they wanted if he
had to face it in writing.  She wasn't sure she agreed, but James knew
his father.

When she was finished, she found that Jack was already gone.  Well, it
was time for her to leave anyways.  She got her stuff together and
went down to the car.  She gave her chauffeur a quick kiss, and then
got in and went home.

When she got there, she went in and collapsed in her chair.  Linda,
the head of her household staff, a beautiful Native American Elaine
had "converted" to a she-male, came up to her with a pot of tea, and
set it beside her.  "Good evening, ma'am.  Rough day at work?"

"Not rough so much as filled."  As Linda poured her a cup of tea,
Elaine said, "Ah, Linda, you always seem to know what I need."

"That's what makes me so good at my job."

And if Elaine had not been so tired, she might've noticed the strange
taste to the tea.  But when she fell into a deep sleep, her only
thoughts were about the lab work she had planned for tomorrow.  Lab
work she would not have the chance to get done.

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

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Jack wandered the strip, looking for a hooker to pick up.  He wanted a
pretty one, but any would do.  He found a pretty, young blonde (most
likely underage, not that he cared), and took her to an alley to fuck.

The girl reached over and undid his pants, freeing his dick.  She then
leaned over, took his dick in her mouth and sucked him till he sprayed
into her mouth.  He remained hard as he slid over towards the
passenger seat, with the hooker climbing up and over him, straddling
his legs.  She then lowered herself down onto his dick (she was
wearing crotchless panties).  He grabbed her hips and started pumping
her up and down, paying no attention to what she was getting out of
it.  Soon he was spraying deep into her.

After he was finished, he paid the girl, drove her back to her corner,
then drove home.  When he got there, he noticed that his dick was
still hard, and he was still horny.  It surprised him, because he
usually was good only for a maximum of two orgasms, usually only one.
He got into bed, played with himself until he came, then fell asleep.

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

NEXT MORNING, ON A HELICOPTER FLYING OVER THE OCEAN...

Elaine woke, a pasty taste in her mouth, and a beating sound in her
ears.  She had enough experience with drugs to realize from the taste
in her mouth that she had been drugged.  But it took her a few seconds
to realize that the beating sound she heard came from the high speed
whirling of the helicopter blades.

As she fought her way back to a full awareness of reality around her,
she heard a voice say, "Good morning, ma'am..  Did you sleep well?"

It took her a few seconds to identify the voice.  "Norma," her
personal helicopter pilot, "what's going on here?"

"A vacation, ma'am."

"You just got finished with a vacation."

"Not for me, ma'am.  For you."

"What?  I am far too busy for a vacation!  Return me home at once!"

"No, ma'am."

"What?!  Are you disobeying me?!"

"Yes, ma'am.  I am."

"You realize you're risking your job by disobeying me?"

"Yes, ma'am.  And normally obedience to your wishes always takes first
precedence in my life.  But before your wishes must come your health
and well being.  You have not had a vacation in over a decade.  Both
Susan and Linda agree that there is nothing going on in your life that
can't wait till after the cruise is over."

"The cruise?  Is this James' idea?!"

"It started with him, ma'am, but there isn't a one of us that doesn't
agree with it."

Elaine shook her head.  "Alright already.  I give.  I know when I'm
licked.  How long till we reach the ship?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Elaine just smiled.  Fifteen minutes later the helicopter landed on
the cruise ship.  Before she got out Elaine leaned forward and said,
"Norma, you're not going to lose your job for this, but when I get
back, you, Linda, and anyone else involved in this little conspiracy
are due for a serious spanking."

Norma grinned.  "Promises, promises."

"Now give me a kiss before I go."  Norma leaned over and back a little
and kissed Elaine on the lips.

Elaine got out and was met by the captain.  Norma got out and started
unloading her luggage.  "Good morning, Miss..."

"Elaine.  Just Elaine."

"Miss Elaine.  Your suite is ready, just as your personal secretary
arranged."

"Yes, very good.  Captain, I'm looking for Mr. James Smith.  I know
he's on board.  Would you happen to know where he is?"

"Mr. Smith?  The name is familiar."  The captain thought for a moment.
"I believe he has the suite next to yours.  As to where exactly he is
on the ship, I wouldn't hazard a guess.  But it's still early, so if
he's the type to sleep in, he might still be in his room."

"He isn't, but I will check there first."

Melissa was making the bed in her room.  She knew the housekeeping
staff would take care of it, but 40+ years of habitual room keeping
wasn't something that just went away.  Besides, James and Sam deserved
some time alone.  It was the anniversary of their deciding to marry,
after all.

It was then that she heard the knock on the door.  Figuring it was
housekeeping, she said, "Come."  The door opened and she turned, and
was shocked by what she saw.  It was Elaine, the tall, sexy, beautiful
woman who ran the clinic where her husband was (at least that was
where she thought he was).

"Mrs. Smith?  Do you remember me?"  Melissa could only nod.  "I'm
looking for your son.  Do you know where he is?"

"U...  Up on deck.  By the pool."

"Thank you."

As Elaine turned to leave, Melissa asked, "Why are you here?"  The
question was a little rude, and Melissa could tell by the look Elaine
gave her.  "I mean, why are you looking for my son here?"

"Isn't this his room?"

"No.  He and Sam are next door."

"Oh.  My apologies.  The captain said he'd be in the room next to
mine."

"You're... next door?"

"Mm-hmm.  Guess that makes us neighbors."

"So, uhm, why weren't you here for departure?"

"To be honest, I didn't plan on coming at all."

"Then why are you here?"

"I made the mistake of confessing to your son that I hadn't had a
vacation in over ten years, so he and some of my staff conspired to
get me here against my will.  So I plan on finding him and slapping
him for it.  Only playfully, of course."

Melissa smiled.  "Well you have his mother's permission to spank him,
as well."

Elaine gave a light hearted laugh that sounded to Melissa like silver
Christmas bells.  "Only if he wants it, and only if we're alone."
Elaine winked at Melissa.  Melissa blushed.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I've
shocked you.  You're so young looking, that I forget that you're from
an older generation than I am."

"No problem."  Actually, it hadn't been the mere fact of the spanking
that had caused her to blush.  It had been the sexual excitement she
had gotten from the image of her son over this woman's knees, getting
a spanking.

"See you on deck?"

"Yes."  She hadn't planned on going up on deck, but for some reason,
she just couldn't say no to Elaine.  God help her if Elaine ever did
ask for sex.  Melissa wasn't even sure she could say no to that any
more.

It was only after Elaine had left that Melissa realized that she had
forgotten to ask how Jack was.

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

AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM...

Jack woke, and noticed a strange sensation in his body.  It was
centered in his chest, but his entire body seemed to throb and tingle.
He reached up to scratch his chest and his hands bumped into
something.  And whatever it was, the sensation was transferred
directly to him.  He rolled over to turn on the light, and his chest
felt strange.  Like it wanted to go in a direction entirely different
from the one he wanted to go.  He clicked on the light and looked
down.

"Oh, God!" he thought.  "I've got tits!  Big tits!"  He sat up and
touched himself.  He felt the sensation of his fingers.  He rubbed and
eventually pinched his tits, feeling every bit of it.  Well, if they
were fakes, they were very good fakes.

He got up and went into the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
What he saw shocked him.  The changes went further than just his
having tits.  His face was now rounder, softer, more... feminine.  He
still looked mostly like himself, but he definitely looked more
effeminate, and, well,...  younger.  Also, his waist and hips had
changed, the former smaller, the latter wider.

How could this have happened to him?  Who had done it?  Somebody
wanted him to be a girl?  But why?

He stopped to think about it.  Wait a minute, that woman, the one he
had waken up to.  What was her name?  Elisa?  Eloise?  Elaine?  Yes,
that was it.  Elaine.  Wasn't she a scientist of some kind?  Was she
capable of doing this?

For some reason, it was getting harder and harder to think.  At first,
he thought it was part of the process of becoming a woman, then he
noticed it.  He was playing with his own tits, and the sexual
excitement was diverting his attention.  Well, fine.  If he was going
to get distracted by his sexual needs, then he was going to need to
get rid of his sexual excitement.

He left the bathroom and went out to the bed.  He lay on his back,
grasped his dick and started pumping.  He noticed that his body now
seemed to take a little longer to get hard, and his free hand kept
wandering to his tit.  At first, he tried to resist, not wanting to
deal with the symbology of getting excited by playing with his own
tits.  But after the third or fourth time of finding his hand on his
tit, he decided, "Fuck it," and just let his hands do what they would.
He pumped his dick while rubbing his tit, and soon (although not as
soon as he usually did) he was spraying wildly.

Then it happened.  It was a throbbing tingle that started in his balls
and soon spread to the rest of his body.  He lay there and trembled
for a few seconds.  When it stopped, he looked down at himself, then
ran to the bathroom.  He was right!  His tits were larger!  Even his
waist and hips had changed, growing smaller and larger respectively.

He walked out to the bedroom, got dressed in sweats and a T-shirt
(which now barely fit over his tits), then went out to the main area
of his room.  He was wondering what he was going to do when he noticed
a letter on the floor by the door.  He picked it up and read it.

"Good morning, Jack,

If my guess is right, you should have a nice pair of tits hanging off
your chest right now.  Let me guess, you went out and found some woman
in a bar, or perhaps even hired a hooker then took her and had sex
with her.

Shame on you, Jack.  You're a married woman.  Oops, married man.
Well, if you won't be a faithful husband, then I will ensure it.

If you haven't figured it out yet, every orgasm you experience will
cause your tits to grow 1 cup size, your waist to shrink 1 inch, and
your hips to expand 1/2 inch.  Your original measurements were
38-36-34, so figure out your current measurements from that.  The
first one won't change.  It'll just have a cup size added to it.  The
second will stop at a minimum of 20 inches, and the last will stop at
a maximum of 38, but there is no maximum to your cup size.  I suggest
you be a faithful and celibate husband, for if your tits grow too
large they could damage your back.

Your face will also grow younger and more effeminate after every
orgasm.  After all, how are you going to go out with tits if you don't
look like a woman?

Take heart, though.  There is a way to reverse your change.  How?
Simple.  Just orgasm within your wife after pleasuring her.  Your
wife, unknown to her, has been treated with the reversal agent, which
will co-mingle with the agents in your semen and undo what was done to
you one stage for every orgasm.

Be a good husband, Jack.

Love, Elaine"

So it was that bitch of a scientist who did this to him.  Poor,
frustrated whore probably couldn't find a man, and hated all men for
it.

And as for what she did to his face?  Did she really think he would be
going out like this?  His wife would be back in... 6 days.  He could
wait that long.

Curious though, Jack figured it out.  He had had two orgasms last
night with the hooker, one before he went to bed, and one this
morning.  That was four total which gave him measurements of
38D-32-36!  That gave him only four more orgasms before his hips
reached their widest, but 12 more till his waist reached his smallest.
And twelve more would give him a cup size of...  M!  Did the woman
really think he had that little control over himself?

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

BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL, part 2
 The Cruise

ON THE SHIP...

James, Sam, Susan, and Elizabeth were all on deck.  Sam had just told
a joke and James was laughing when he was slapped on the back of the
head.  Without looking at who did it, James said, "Good morning,
Mistress."

Elaine gave him a disapproving stare.  "Good morning, James."

Elizabeth and Sam both said, "Mistress!"

Sam asked, "What are you doing here?  Did you take James up on his
offer?"

"Not Exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"It seems your husband," Elaine turned to Elizabeth, "your wife,
Linda, and a few others entered into a conspiracy to get me to take my
first vacation in a decade, despite my direct wishes to the contrary."

James smiled, "You needed this and you know it."

Elaine sat down.  "Granted.  But that still doesn't mean I plan on
letting you out of your punishment."

James quipped, "And you wonder why we call you Mistress."

Elaine laughed.  "Touché.  But that still doesn't mean I plan on going
easy on the two of you."

Susan smiled conspiratorially.  "Promises, promises."

Elaine said, "She said, quoting her fellow conspirator, Norma."  Susan
stuck her tongue out at Elaine.  "Oh, by the way, James, since your
mother has given me permission to spank you, I plan on going
particularly hard on your cute, little ass."

"Oh, my," James said in mock fear, "whatever can I do to mollify you,
great Mistress?"

"Well, you can start by kissing me.  We'll see what else you need to
do after that."

"Gladly."  James leaned over and pressed his lips to Elaine's.

The two of them kissed sensuously, and, when they broke, Elaine said,
"You always were a phenomenal kisser, James."

"Not always.  Just another of the benefits of Tracie."

From down the deck, they heard Melissa ask, "Speaking of which, where
is Tracie?"

"Hi, mom," James said.  "Oh, she's around here someplace.  Tracie does
tend to come and go as she pleases."  James got up.  "Here, mom, take
my seat while I go get another chair."

"Oh, no.  I can go get one of my own."

"Nonsense."  James escorted her to his chair before heading across the
deck to find another chair.

Melissa hadn't wanted to say it, but she didn't want to take James'
chair because SHE was sitting in the chair right next to it.  Trying
not to let her discomfort show, she turned to Elaine and asked, "So,
Elaine, I understand you're some kind of scientist?"

"Mm-hmm.  A biochemist."

"Pardon my ignorance, but what does a biochemist do?"

"I develop new medications and test their effects upon the human
body."

"Well, that's all a little beyond me to tell you the truth."

Susan said, "Don't worry.  It's a little beyond everybody.  Elaine is
years ahead of anything anyone else is doing."

As James returned with a chair, Elaine said, "Don't think that
flattery is going to get you out of your punishment, Susan."

"Oh, no, ma'am."  Susan winked at Elaine.

Melissa sighed.  "I envy you youths your sexual freedom."

"Oh, come now," Elaine said.  "You're a youthful, attractive woman.  I
bet you could easily keep pace with any of us in bed."  An image of
Melissa and Elaine naked in the same bed flashed through Melissa's
mind and she blushed crimson.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I keep making you
blush."

"It's no problem, really."  Deciding to start giving back what she was
getting, Melissa said, "If I'm going to hang out with kids, I suppose
I should learn to play kids' games."

Elizabeth laughed as Susan, James and Elaine just smiled.  Sam said,
"Well said, mom.  And feel free to join in any games we all play
together."

As images of a mass orgy flashed through Melissa's mind, she said,
"With all five of you?  What are you trying to do?  Give your poor,
old mother-in-law a heart attack?"

Sam laughed and hugged Melissa.  "Never, mom.  We all want you to
stick around for a very long time."

Melissa said, "Son, you're being unusually quiet.  What's up?"

"Just... thinking about Tracie.  I think I'm gonna go look for her."

Sam asked, "Want me to go with?"

"Naw, you stay here with mom and Elaine.  But if Elizabeth and/or
Susan could help, it'd be greatly appreciated."

"Sure, hun."

James, Elizabeth, and Susan got up and left the table.  After they
left, Melissa asked Sam, "Why would he ask them, but not you?"

"Because I think they're planning a 3-way."

Elaine added, "Four if they actually find Tracie."

"Well, why didn't he ask you along?"

Elaine said, "In our new found spirit of openness, I think I can tell
you that your son is a phenomenal lover with the endurance of a horse.
If we all take him on at once, he can and has worn us all to a nub.
So rather than try, we take turns with him."

To Sam, she asked, "You don't mind?"

"Hell, no, mom.  I know James loves me and no matter who either of us
has sex with, we know we always have first place in each other's
hearts."

"I guess it's just kind of unusual for a mother to learn her son is a
stud."

Elaine gave a laugh and reached over and gave Melissa a one-armed hug.
When Melissa tensed up, she said, "I'm sorry.  I guess that was a
little too friendly for us, yet."

Melissa felt chagrined.  How could she explain that she had just
nearly orgasmed from Elaine's simple hug.  "No, I just wasn't
expecting it.  No one outside of Sam or James has touched me like that
in years."

"Not even your husband?"

Sam said, "Her husband isn't exactly responsive to her needs."

Melissa said, "Don't you start in.  I get enough of that from James."

"Well James is right, mom."

Before Melissa could respond, Elaine said, "Sam, leave your mother
alone.  She knows what she's doing."

"Thank you."

Elaine put her hand on Melissa's.  "But I can say that if your husband
isn't doing everything he can to treat you as nicely as he can, then
he's a fool."

Melissa looked into Elaine's guileless eyes and said, "Thank you."

Down in Tracie's cabin, James got in, then stripped off his shirt.
Barely able to talk, he told the couple, "Lock the door."

As Susan closed and locked the door, Elizabeth asked, "What is it,
James?  What's wrong?"

Panting heavily, James quickly brought forth Tracie.  "It's mom.  For
some reason, over the last couple days, she's been super-excited
sexually.  Still trying to figure out why, but since my empathy causes
me to feel everything she does, added to the level of sexual
excitement we all operate on, it's incredibly hard to think.  If
I'd've stayed up on deck with her a minute longer, I'd've grabbed
someone and taken them right there."

"So what can we do?"

Tracie stood there, so excited that she was unable to move.  In a
plaintive voice, she begged, "Help me find release."

Elizabeth smiled.  "Of course, love."  She took Tracie in her arms and
kissed her.

Just the proximity of Elizabeth's body was enough to cause Tracie to
experience her first orgasm of the day.  And thanks to the release,
Tracie was able to take a more active role.  She reached up, and
pulled Elizabeth to her.  Their bodies mingled, their breasts rubbing
passionately.

When they finished their kiss, Susan and Elizabeth helped Tracie
(still incredibly excited) to the bed.  They laid her on her back and
began to slowly stroke her body.  They started on her legs, slowly
rubbing and fondling them, they moved up, avoiding her crotch, rubbing
her abdomen, switching off to her arms, and finally taking a breast
each, rubbing, and sucking till Tracie experienced her second orgasm.

"Fuck me," said Tracie.

Elizabeth responded, "Your wish is our command."

Elizabeth removed her dress, slip and panties, leaving her corset,
stockings and heels on, exposing her dick, while Susan removed James'
shorts and briefs from Tracie.  Susan started to undress as Elizabeth
got on the bed.  Placing her hands under Tracie's thighs, she lifted
Tracie's legs up to her tits, exposing her ass for easy entry.
Elizabeth got close, pressing her dick to Tracie.

"Shove it in," Tracie begged.  "Please, shove it in."

"Relax, baby," Elizabeth said, "we're here for you."  Tracie tried to
relax as Elizabeth forced her way into Tracie's ass.  Tracie shivered
as Elizabeth pressed their hips together.  Tracie's legs seemed to
natural surround her lover's body and pull her closer.

Now that Tracie's legs were out of the way, Susan, now naked, got up
on the bed and straddled Tracie's head.  Tracie, ever the diligent
lover, tilted her head and started licking Susan's cunt.  She then
reached up, took Susan's breasts in hand and started to rub and knead
in the way she knew Susan liked.  Susan reached out and took her
wife's breasts and rubbed them.
 And Elizabeth completed the triangle by taking Tracie's breasts in
hand and began rubbing them as she continued pumping into Tracie's
ass.

Tracie trembled and came once again, this time finally regaining
enough control to start taking a more active role in the sexual
proceedings.  She slowed down her tongue on Susan, licking slowly
along her slit.  She then touched Susan's clit with her tongue,
brushing it ever so lightly.  Susan moaned and squeezed her wife's
tits.  They moved together sensually until they came together in a
3-way simultaneous orgasm.

After they calmed down, Tracie said, "Thank you."

Susan said, "Anytime, love.  You ready for more?"

"Actually, I better make an appearance as Tracie.  But if you two
could stay here, out of sight, it'd go a long way to explaining James
absence."

"Not a problem, dear.  But what about your mom?  Aren't you worried
about getting overly excited as Tracie around her?"

"Maybe.  But this body seems better able to handle it than when I'm
James.  Besides, I don't think mom likes Tracie much.  I think she
feels that Tracie plays far too big a role in our lives."

"If she only knew."  Susan winked at Tracie as she got dressed in a
bathing suit.

Tracie just smiled and left with a quick, "Have fun."

After she was gone, Elizabeth said to her wife, "So do you want to
just wait around for a while or did you have something else in mind?"

Susan just growled and tackled her wife.

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

THE NEXT MORNING AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM...

Jack woke up, his body aching with sexual need.  His cock was so hard
with "blue balls", that he couldn't even think straight.  He reached
up grabbed his dick and started pumping.  With his free hand he
stroked his nipple.  And before he remembered what doing so would
mean, he was spraying into the air.  Jack felt his body tremble and
change.

He got up, his new DD's bouncing as he moved.  He should now be
38DD-31-36.5.  He went into the bathroom and got another shock as he
looked in the mirror.  "My hair!  It's grown!"  His hair had indeed
grown out.  Down to his shoulders, in fact.  And his face...  Well,
you could still tell it was him if you looked real close, but
otherwise, he looked like a woman.

Jack wandered out to the main room where he saw another note by the
door.  Quickly running over and grabbing it, he sat down to read it.

"Dear Jack,

The fact that you are reading this means that you didn't have the guts
to go out as a woman to meet your wife.  I suppose you think you can
just wait until she returns from her trip.  Well, there are a couple
things to keep in mind concerning that plan.

First, your hotel reservation runs out today, and the hotel you're at
takes pictures of the credit card holder to ensure that no one else
uses the card.
 And since you now look more like a woman, and you didn't approve your
wife on your cards as an approved user at the hotel, the hotel will,
in all likelihood, not extend your reservation.

But I suppose you could theoretically con them into extending it (a
good blow job for the manager would probably do it) or you could go to
another hotel and claim that the Jack on your cards is short for
Jacqueline (This would probably go easier if you put an i and an e
after your first name on the signature, "Jackie", and you tell them
the embossed name on the front is a mistake printing).  But if you
decide on this course of action, there's a second problem you need to
be aware of.

Included in the chemicals in your body is a bonding element which
connects the portions of your brain which control dreaming, and the
portion which controls your sex drive.  In other words, Jack, starting
on your second night as a she-male, it will be impossible for you to
dream anything other than erotic dreams.  I bet you woke up this
morning with a hard-on that you just had to play with, didn't you?
Did you play with your new titties when you played with your dick,
Jack?

Of course, now that you know about it, you may think you can control
yourself in the morning, and, maybe you can.  But with that much
regular stimulation, combined with the chemicals making you younger
(that's a constant effect till you get to puberty, orgasms just
accelerate it.  Oh, did I forget to mention that in my first letter?),
it'll only be another day or two before you're having wet dreams and
orgasming in your sleep.  I figure by the end of the week, you'll be
having 2-5 of those a night.

So if you do decide to wait, expect a bare minimum of 5 cup sizes of
growth.
 I honestly expect around 10-15.  Maybe more.

I just wanted to let you know that the offer of a helicopter ride to
the ship is still available, but since you have been so inconsiderate
as to keep your wife waiting, you now have to be dressed for the
occasion.  You will need to be in a bra and panties (my pilot will
check), and a dress.  That's right, Jack, a dress.

Now I suggest you get out there and get what you need soon, Jack.
I've checked.  Most stores in town don't carry bras larger than DDD.
Enough do so that they won't be that hard to find, but so that you'll
need to look, carry up to EE, and a couple custom lingerie shops carry
up to I, but if you're larger than that, you'll need to special order,
and even if you pay for overnight delivery that's still risking
another couple cup sizes of growth.

Now I suppose it's possible that you've already grown so large that
you won't be able to find a decent dress, so I'll give you a break.
If you're over a EE (anything over DD is going to require you to shop
in stores for full figured women) then you can get on the helicopter
if you're wearing nothing other than a bathing suit.  A woman's
bathing suit, of course.  Today I'll accept a one-piece.  Tomorrow,
you'll have to be in a bikini.  You can get that at the same store as
you get the bras.

See you soon, Jack.

Love, Mistress Elaine"

Damn Bitch!  If Jack ever got his hands on her, he'd show her what a
real man could do.  Jack imagined himself bending Elaine over and
fucking her ass.  He imagined her begging to give him the antidote,
first to get him to stop, but then promising to give it to him if he
wouldn't.  And before he knew what he was doing, he was masturbating
himself to another orgasm.  He felt the tremble run through his body
and suddenly he was 38DDD-30-37.

"Oh, god," he thought.  The woman was right.  His sex drive hadn't
been this strong since he was in his 30's.  He had to get to his wife.
But was he really going to have to wear a dress?  After thinking about
it, he realized, yes, he was going to have to wear a dress.

He went through his clothes to find something to wear.  He tried on
some slacks, but all those slid from his waist, exposing his
underwear.  He finally decided on some jogging pants.  The elastic
kept them in place, but they were still loose on him, forcing him to
move carefully to keep them from falling off.  The only thing that
would fit his top was his sweat top, but it barely covered his new
mammaries, leaving his midriff bare and sexily exposed.

He grabbed his belt pouch and put his ID and credit cards in it.  As
he walked out the door, he realized that the ID was useless.  The ID
showed a 60 year old man, he now looked like a woman in her late 30s.
Oh, there were enough similarities that he could pass the ID off as
that of a relative, perhaps a father, but Elaine was right.  There was
no way he was going to pass himself off as Jack anymore.  What name
was he going to use, then?

Jackie?  No, that was the name Elaine had chosen for him, and if he
chose that, it'd be like letting her win.  Perhaps he should just use
Melissa's name.  Yes, that'd be best.  She was his wife.  He had a
right to anything of hers, even her name.

He went down to the desk clerk, got the location of the nearest mall,
and set out.  He went inside to the department store at the end of the
mall, hoping not to go any deeper into the mall than that, but quickly
found that the lingerie section there was woefully understocked and
had nothing larger than a D cup.  He found himself becoming quite
aroused just being there and wondered whether or not his erection was
visible.  He briefly considered going into the bathroom and jacking
off, but dismissed it as soon as he remembered what would happen if he
did.

After a third pass through, hoping to find something, he realized that
he was going to have to go to the specialty stores deep within the
mall.  Sighing, he headed off.  As he walked through the mall, he
noticed all the men staring at him and grew uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, he made the mistake of speeding up, causing two things
to happen.  One, his tits nearly bounced out from his sweat top, and
two, his sweat pants nearly fell off.  The combination of which, of
course, attracted the attention of every guy within line of sight.

Jack got to the lingerie shop and quickly ran inside.  Almost as soon
as he got inside a pretty, young salesgirl pounced on him.  "Can I
help you?"

Jack almost said no, but realized that he didn't know the first thing
about choosing lingerie.  And, although he had his dimensions if
Elaine was right about how he had changed, she could be wrong (she was
only a woman, after all).  "Uh, yeah.  I need some new lingerie."

"Of course, what size do you wear?"

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure of your measurements?"

"Well, I've... recently lost a lot of weight, and don't know my new
measurements yet."

"Well, let's get your new measurements.  Step into the dressing room
and I'll get a tape measure."

Jack went into the dressing room and waited.  A few seconds later, the
salesgirl stepped into the booth he was in and said, "Okay, take off
those sweats, and I'll get your measurements."

Jack gulped, and said, "No, I can do it, thanks."

The salesgirl said, "Well if you insist, but these measurements are
always more accurate when taken by someone else. Relax, hun, we're
very discrete here."

"Well, I guess so."  Jack stripped off his sweat tops.

"Okay, extend your arms out to your sides."  Jack did as he was asked,
and the woman ran the tape measure around him under her breasts.  As
she did so, her hands casually seemed to brush his nipples, sending an
almost electric shock through his body, giving him a hard-on he hoped
wasn't visible.

"Okay, base measurement is a 38."  She ran the tape measure around his
breasts, her fingertips lightly stroking his nipples again.  "Okay,
widest point is 44 inches which gives you a cup size of DDD.  Now drop
your pants and I'll get your waist and hip measurements."

"Uh, oh," he thought.  He should've seen this coming.  He couldn't let
her see what was under his pants.  What would she think?  "Uh, no,
really, I can do that.  Why don't you get me a selection of bras to
choose from?"

"Because most of our lingerie here is sold as bra/panty sets.  And
it's just easier if I have all your measurements at once."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts."  Before Jack realized what she was planning, she reached
out and yanked his pants down, exposing his boxers, and the hard-on
contained within.  "Oh, cool," she said, "you're one of those,
whatchamacallits, a transsexual.  A girl who used to be a guy."

"Uhm, well,..."

"Relax, hun.  I can keep a secret.  We've had a few transvestites,
guys who like dressing as girls, come in here, but you're my first
full-fledged transsexual."  She reached out and pulled Jack's boxers
down.  "Wow, you've got a real stiff one, don't you?"  She took it in
hand and started stroking him.  "Is this because of me, or do you just
get a hard-on for women's clothes?"

Jack moaned, and said, "Well, it's certainly not the clothes."

"That's sweet."  The girl leaned over and pressed her lips to Jack's.
Jack trembled, between the kiss and this woman's hand on his dick, he
was in sexual ecstasy.  It wasn't until she started to fondle his
breast that he remembered his current situation and what would happen
if he orgasmed again.

He tried to push her away, but his hands betrayed him.  As soon as
they touched her, he pulled her to him, mashing their breasts together
(a pleasurable sensation, but one Jack felt he could do without).
Unable to think straight, he reached under the woman's skirt and
started to remove her panties.

"Oh, you're a frisky one," she said.  She let him remove her panties
then put him on his back on a small bench in the booth.  The bench was
barely long enough to hold him, and his head and legs hung off the
end.  She straddled his hips, and slowly lowered herself onto him.
She rode him, bouncing up and down on his dick while he just lay there
enjoying it.

It didn't take long before he was spraying deep into her.  Then it
happened again.  His body trembled, and this time, he could see his
breasts grow.  Luckily the woman didn't seem to notice it.  As she
climbed off of him, she said, "Not bad, hun, but if you're going to be
a proper lesbian you should spend a little more energy on your
partner, rather than just laying on your back and receiving pleasure.
That kind of classically male behavior is what turned me off of them
in the first place.  Now stand up so I can get your measurements."

Jack stood up, amazed.  He didn't say anything, but was amazed that
this pretty lady was a lesbian.  He thought that all lesbians were
just ugly businesswomen who had so few domestic skills that they
couldn't get a real man.

After the woman got his measurements, (a 29 waist, and hips a little
smaller than 38) she left to get some selections for him to check out,
and he had a chance to ponder some of the other things she had said.

Transvestites?  Men who dressed as women?  Okay, maybe there were a
few sissy types who might not be man enough to handle themselves, but
did they really go out and buy fancy lingerie for themselves?

And transsexuals?  Women who used to be men?  Were there really such
things?
 He had heard of such... people, but had dismissed their existence as
mere stories.  After all, why would anyone want to be a woman after
having been a man?

The woman returned with a small collection of bra and panty sets.  As
she helped Jack into the bra, she said, "Hmm, this is a little tight."
Jack remained silent.  What was he going to say?  That thanks to the
orgasm he had had, he was now a cup size larger?  She removed the bra
and said, "Let me remeasure."

She took the tape measure and checked.  "Hmm, it seems I mismeasured.
You're 45 inches around your widest point, which makes you an E cup.
My apologies.  That's the first time I ever made that mistake."  She
went out into the store and returned with a new collection of
bra/panty sets.

She helped him into the new bra.  "There.  Perfect fit."

"Uhm, thanks."

"So would you like to try on some others or would you just like to
purchase them blind."

"Well, I think I'll just buy just this one."

"Just the one?  Why?  It's clear you don't have any others, otherwise
you would've been wearing them."

"Well, uhm."  Great.  What was he going to say?  He didn't have any
other lingerie because as of two days ago he didn't have any reason
for it?  Then he had it.  "It's just that I recently lost all my ID
and credit cards along with my lingerie in a fire.  I've got my
father's ID, but I don't want to risk causing any hassle with him and
the credit card company by buying a lot of lingerie on his card."

"Oh, I see.  I am going to have to see the credit card.  Did your
father give you a signed note allowing you to use it?"

Damn, he should've thought of that.  Jack fished the ID and card out
of his jogging pack.  "No, but he did give me his ID."  He handed the
cards to the salesgirl.

She took one look at the ID and said, "Oh, yes, I can clearly see the
family resemblance.  Let me go run this through the machine.  If it
clears then we can see what we can do about getting you at least a
couple extra sets.  What's your name?"

"Melissa," Jack said, thankful he hadn't forgotten and used his real
name.

The salesgirl left, and returned a few minutes later.  "Good news,
Melissa.  I called the credit card company, and it appears that your
father has you as an approved user of his credit card, so you can make
as many purchases as you want."

Damn.  He should've thought of that.  Although he rarely let her have
the credit card, Melissa was approved to use it since he wouldn't let
her have one of her own.  Now how was he going to convince this girl
that he wasn't going to need a collection of bras?  Then he thought
about it.  He was going to need a few smaller bra sizes.  Even with
his new sexual stamina there was no way he could just grab his wife
and pump a half dozen loads into her.  And he supposed he might need
one or two bras of a larger size if he didn't get to his wife before
tomorrow.

"Well, maybe I can buy two or three sets.  Do you mind if I just wear
this one without taking it off?"

"Sure, hun."

"I'd also like to buy a few sets for some friends of mine as gifts.
Since I'm already here, I mean."

"Of course, hun.  Do you know their bra sizes?"

"Uhm, they're all 38.  One at a size larger than mine, one a size
larger than that."

"So that's one double E, and one F."

Jack thought about it.  After he met his wife he could probably drop a
load or two in her right away, then after another hour or so another
couple.  "Uhm, better give me one double D, one D,... Ah, hell, just
give me one of every size smaller than my own."  Any he didn't need he
could return.

"Of course.  I'm afraid the only 38A or 38B sizes we have here are all
either padded or push-up of some form or another."

"Well, that's okay."

"Would you like to make the selections yourself?"

"No, I trust your judgment."

"Very good."

As the lady left, Jack got his sweats and put them on.  After he did
he took a look at himself in the mirror.  He realized he had
experienced an orgasm and his tits were larger now, but in the bra
they now seemed positively huge!  Did all bras do this?  His wife's
didn't seem that much larger when she was wearing a bra as opposed to
when she wasn't.  It was probably just that his own tits were so much
larger than his wife's now.

Jack walked out to the main area of the store and paid for his
purchases.  As he left the store, he passed a woman who gave him a
curious look.  After he was gone, the woman, a store employee, walked
up to her fellow salesclerk and asked, "Was that woman wearing a
push-up bra?"

"Uh-huh."

"I will never understand why women with breasts that large ever decide
to wear push-up bras."

"Mainly because that "woman" was Jack Smith, the guy Elaine warned us
was coming, and had no idea that he was being sold a push-up bra."

"Damn!  He would have to come in on my break."

"Well, if you hurry, I'm sure he's headed to the full-figured shop for
a dress.  But take it from me, you didn't miss much.  He's a pretty
poor lay, even for a guy."

"Naw, not worth it.  Let Julie and Amy play with him.  So how much did
we make on him?"

"Fifteen bras, all very expensive push-ups with matching panties."

"That's over five hundred dollars worth of lingerie.  Didn't he say
anything?"

"The fool never even looked at the sales slip."

The other woman shook her head.  "What do you think the fool would've
done if he knew that Mistress Elaine owned every lingerie and
full-figured ladies' shop within 15 miles of his hotel?"

"I guess it's just lucky for our sales that he didn't."

The two girls laughed at Jack's predicament.

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

ON THE SHIP THAT SAME MORNING...

Tracie and Sam were sitting together by the pool, kissing, when
Melissa, dressed in a bathing suit, walked up.  "Hello, ladies."

"Mom."

"Mrs. Smith."

"How are you two doing?"

"Fine, mom.  We were just sitting back getting some sun."

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"No problem with me.  Tracie?"

"Oh, please do."

Melissa sat down on a chair beside them.  "I like your outfit, mom.
Don't get me wrong.  The dresses are nice, but since you've got the
figure to pull this off, you should really wear this stuff more
often."

Melissa sighed.  "Don't get me wrong, Sam, but I'm really getting
tired of your kids' pushing.  I only got this suit because I got a
promise from James to quit bugging me about my outfits.  And I'd
really appreciate it if you'd drop it, too."

"Sorry, mom."

"Speaking of which, where is James?"

"He said something about an early morning workout.  I'm not sure if he
meant a workout in the gym or a jog on deck."

"Could you go get him, Sam?"

Tracie said, "I'll go."

As Tracie started to get up, Melissa said, "Actually, I was hoping to
speak to you alone.  Sam, could you?"

"Uhm..."  Sam looked to Tracie, who just sat back down and nodded.

After Sam got up and left, Melissa said, "Miss Smith, let me do you
the favor of being blunt."

"Please call me Tracie."

"No, for this conversation I don't think I should."

"Sounds serious."  Tracie knew it was serious from her empathy, but
had hoped to try to defuse it by being as friendly as possible.

"It is.  I wanted to talk to you about the role you play in my son's
and Sam's life.  I'm worried that maybe you're too strong a presence.
They tell me that you helped them through a rough spot, and I'm
wondering if their gratitude isn't causing you to get feelings that
they should be keeping for each other."

"Mrs. Smith, I understand your worries.  I myself wonder if I don't
sometimes play too prominent a role in their lives.  But, please, take
my word for it, I would never, ever come between Sam and James.  And
if either ever wanted me from their lives, I would fade out, never to
be seen again."

"Perhaps you should do that anyways.  I don't think Sam or James would
ask you to leave, and if you do play too strong a role, it can only
hurt them if you stay around."

"Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry, but I can't do that right now."

"And why exactly not?  If you care as much about them as you say, you
should at least be willing to spend more time away from them."

"Mrs. Smith, they still need me.  James still needs me in particular."

"Why?  Why do you play such an important role in my child's life?"

Dodging the issue, Tracie said, "Mrs. Smith, that's really something
you need to ask your son directly.  It'd violate our friendship for me
to tell you."

"But-"

Just then Elaine walked up and said, "Good morning, ladies."

Melissa stared at Elaine, her body thrilling at the sight of her.  Had
she not been so enamored of Elaine she would've noticed Tracie grab
the chair tightly to avoid reacting to the sudden waves of lust that
threatened to overwhelm her.  Melissa said, "Uhm, hello, Elaine."  Why
did she feel like some silly school girl in the presence of this
woman?

Elaine, who had been informed of Tracie's situation with regards to
her mother, and who had also just seen Sam, noticed Tracie's reaction
and decided to help.  "Tracie, I just saw James in the gym, and he was
wondering if you wanted to join him in a workout."

"Sure, if you'll excuse me."

Melissa said, "I'll go with you."

Elaine put her hand on Melissa's arm and said, "Actually, Mrs. Smith,
I was wondering if you and I could take a little while and get to know
each other a little better."

Melissa stopped.  For a brief few seconds she couldn't move, unable to
tear her eyes from Elaine's, like a bird caught in a cobra's glare.
When she was finally able to tear her eyes away, she looked up and
Tracie was gone.  "Excuse me, Elaine, I'd like that, but I've got
something I'd really like to discuss with James."

Elaine tried to say something more but before she could, Melissa
walked off towards the gym.  "Damn," she thought, "where are Susan and
Elizabeth when I need them?"  She took off after Melissa, but when she
went through the doors that Melissa had gone through, she found
herself at the intersection of a T of hallways, with Melissa nowhere
to be seen.  "Damn."  Elaine took off towards the gym at a dead run.

As soon as she was gone, a closet door opened up and Melissa stepped
out.  Melissa didn't want to believe it, but she had suspected Elaine,
Susan, and Elizabeth of trying to keep her from confronting Tracie.
Now there was still no definitive proof of it, but if Elaine was
trying to keep her and Tracie apart then the gym was the last place
where she would find either Tracie or James.

The question now was, where would she be?  Deciding on the obvious
answer, Melissa went to Tracie's cabin.  When she turned down the
hallway that led to Tracie's room, she barely had time to duck back
around the corner before Sam and Tracie, walking arm in arm, saw her.
Melissa peeked around the corner, and saw the two ladies walk up to
Tracie's door, kiss each other in an overtly sexual way, and then go
inside.

Melissa tiptoed up to the door and put her ear to the door.  Inside
she heard Tracie say, "Oh, yes, I need you, baby."

"Is mother still bothering you?"

"More than you know."

Well, that seemed rather rude of Sam.

"Still no idea why?"

"Not yet.  It's just too hard to think around her.  She just excites
me so much."  Melissa smiled.  It was good to know she could still
have that effect on others, particularly when Tracie had been having a
similar effect on her.  "I need some release.  I need you inside me."

"Anything for you, my love."

Melissa heard some moving around inside, and assumed (rightly so) that
the two ladies were getting undressed.  Tracie said, "Oh, yes, stick
it into me.
 I need you now."

Stick it into me?  What was she talking about?  Curiosity got the
better of Melissa, and she opened the door a crack and looked inside.
Both Tracie and Sam were facing away from the door, Tracie bending at
the waist and further away than Sam.  Sam stepped up to her and
started pressing something into Tracie's ass, eliciting a moan of
pleasure from her.

What was she doing?  She must have one of those, what do you call 'em,
dildoes.  The kind she had seen in the sex shops when she was out
alone, but had never had the courage to buy.  The angle was all wrong
for Melissa to get a good look at it, but it did seem to be
particularly lifelike.

As Sam pressed into Tracie, Melissa couldn't help but wonder what it
would be like to be on the receiving end of a plastic cock.  She
imagined herself in Tracie's position, Sam shafting cleanly and
smoothly into her.  As Sam's hands wandered over Tracie's rear and
abdomen, Melissa's hand wandered down her own frame until they reached
the now soaked crotch of her bathing suit.  As Sam grabbed Tracie's
hips and pulled her back, Melissa snaked her fingers into her own
cunt.

And as Sam proceeded to rub her hands along Tracie's body, eventually
reaching and fondling her breasts, Melissa's spare hand rubbed her own
nipples through the bathing suit she was wearing.  Then, in time to
Sam's thrusts into Tracie, Melissa thrust her fingers into her cunt.
It didn't take long and soon, Tracie was screaming in orgasm, causing
Melissa to orgasm at the same time, biting her lip to keep from
screaming along with Tracie.

Tracie said, "Oh, that was wonderful, love.  And, oh, so necessary."

"Any time.  So you ready for more?"

"Always.  So who do you love more?  Me or James?"

"Right now, you're the leader in that category."

WHAT?!  Melissa was shocked.  It was one thing to have a live-in lover
that both Sam and James had sex with, but saying that you loved that
lover more than your spouse is something that never should be done.
Not even in jest!

Melissa took off.  She had to find James.  She had to discuss this
with him.
 If necessary confronting Sam and Tracie in person.  James had to know
what was going on between his wife and his lover, no matter what the
consequences.

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

AT THE HELICOPTER PAD ON TOP OF ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Jack walked up to the helicopter pilot who was leaning against the
helicopter, reading a newspaper.  "Well, I'm ready."

The woman folded up the newspaper and said, "Alright, let's see it."

"See what?"

"Your panties.  Lift your dress."

"What?"

"I know for a fact that Mistress Elaine told you that I would be
checking your lingerie.  Now I can plainly see through that somewhat
translucent top that you are wearing a bra around your rather
prodigious bosom, but I can't see whether you're wearing panties under
that leather mini you're wearing.  So lift it up a bit and let me see
if you're wearing some panties."

Jack cringed a bit, but did as he was ordered.  When Norma saw the
panties, she said, "Get in," and got into the pilot's seat.  As she
started up the engine, she said, "So how'd they convince you to buy
that dress?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, even you must be able to see how suggestive that dress is.  The
see-through top with the low-cut cleavage, the leather mini-skirt
bottom.  It barely covers you.  I believe the phrase that applies is
"more naked than naked"."

"The salesgirl said it would be flattering to my figure."  As well as
the two of them having sex with him, causing another couple cup sizes
of growth.
 "I couldn't figure out a way to tell them I didn't need a figure
flattering dress.  They kept telling me that a girl with a figure like
mine shouldn't hide it."

Norma just smiled.  Had Jack had the guts to tell them what he really
was, and face the embarrassment of being a punished, feminized male
then the girls at the store had orders to leave him alone.  She got
the helicopter started and took off.  Now it was time to see if Jack
had the perceptiveness to figure out what he had to do next.

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

BACK ON THE SHIP, LATER THAT SAME DAY...

Melissa had been looking for her son all morning.  She had run into
Susan, Elizabeth, Elaine and even Sam and Tracie, but each told her
that she had just missed James.  She was beginning to wonder if maybe
something untoward had happened to James when she saw him on one of
the pool chairs, Samantha sitting on his lap.  She briefly grew angry
at Sam, thinking that the girl had betrayed her son.  She stormed
right up to him.  "James, we need to talk.  Now!"

Sam asked, "Mom, is something wrong?"

Angry from what she had heard earlier, and frustrated by her hours
long search for James, Melissa said, "Don't mom me,
you... you... hussy!"

James said, "Mother!  That's my wife you're talking to!"

"James, that's exactly what we need to talk about!  Let's go back to
your cabin.  Samantha, you should come along.  I have some things I
want to see if you have the guts to admit to."

Just then the ship's purser came up.  "Mrs. Melissa Smith?"

"Yes?!  What is it?!"

The purser was a bit taken aback by the savagery of her response, but
managed to say, "I have a message from your husband."

Suddenly the years of abuse kicked in, and Melissa grew much more
subdued.  "Uh, what is it?"

"He... politely requests your presence in your cabin as soon as you
can possibly manage it."

Torn between her desire to protect her son, and her fear of her
husband, Melissa vacillated in place until James said, "Go ahead, mom.
Sam and I will wait in our suite until you're finished with dad."

"Uh, okay."

After Melissa left, James asked the purser, "Excuse me, that message,
did you clean it up some?"

"Well, yes, I did.  The man was extremely rude on the phone."

"And the man who left this message.  Did he have a rather effeminate
voice?"

"Why, yes, he did.  At first I thought it was a woman, and the man
grew rather irate with me."

James smiled.  "Well, I guess it's time for a confrontation with dad."

Sam got up off his lap.  "Then I guess I'll go back to the cabin and
wait for you two.  I wonder what's got mom's panties in a bunch."

"I'm not sure, but I expect we'll find out soon."

Melissa went back to her suite.  What was her husband doing here?  And
how had he gotten here?  She had seen the helicopter land (Elaine had
went to talk to the pilot), but some big busted brunette had gotten
out.  When she got back to her room, she called out, "Jack?"

From the bedroom, she heard, "In here."

She started towards the bedroom.  "Are you okay?  You sound funny."

"Just get in here."

"I'm coming."

Melissa stepped into the bedroom.  The lights were off, but there was
enough lights streaming in through the portholes (really windows
stylishly designed to look like more authentic versions) for her to
see.  But she didn't see Jack.  "Jack are you here?"

The door closed behind her.  She turned and saw the woman who had
gotten off of the helicopter earlier.  "Who are you?"

At first Melissa thought that Jack had brought home another strange
woman to have sex with (he had done that before), but the woman
roughly grabbed her by the arms and said, "It's me, your husband."

Melissa thought that the woman was nuts, but there was something about
her tone, and definitely something about her face.  Melissa took a
good look at the woman's eyes, and saw it.  The cold cruelty.  The
almost calculating harshness.  "JACK!"  Melissa looked him up and
down.  "What the hell happened to you?!"

"Just shut up and get on the bed!"  Then, before she could respond, he
roughly threw her onto the bed.  Yup, that was Jack.

As Jack ripped off her panties, she closed her eyes and went to that
special place in her mind where Jack wasn't.  While she was watching
butterflies, and smelling roses, Jack started pounding away into her.
It seemed to take him a little longer than usual, but eventually he
started spraying into her.

She expected him (or was it her now?) to just roll off and fall
asleep, but instead he rolled off and fell on the floor.  She got up
and looked at him.  He lay there, his eyes closed in pain.  His whole
body trembled until, suddenly, his dress and bra (he had been wearing
a bra?) ripped open, his massive tits growing even more massive.

Melissa tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was,
"What the?"

Practically in tears, Jack said, "She said they'd shrink if I had sex
with you."

Before Melissa could ask who he was talking about, a voice from the
door said, "Actually, her exact words were, 'Orgasm within your wife
after pleasuring her.'"  The two turned and saw James standing there,
casually leaning against the door frame.  He stood up and walked
towards his mom and dad, "I know, I helped her write it."

Jack looked at his son, "You did this to me?  Why?"

"Because of that crap you pulled at my wedding.  I asked you to be
nice, to be polite to my friends, but noooooooo.  You insulted ALL of
the women there, including my wife.  The day that should've been the
happiest in my life was almost ruined by your sexist crap!"

Melissa said, "But what did you do?"

"I had Elaine pump him full of some special compounds she developed.
Any time he orgasms except after pleasuring you, his proportions
become much more feminine.  His hips widen, his waist shrinks, and his
tits grow."

Jack whined, "But I did orgasm in her."

"After pleasuring her, dad.  And since you seem too dense to figure it
out, that means that she's got to orgasm first.  And if you orgasm in
her without her orgasming first, you get not one, not two, but 3 cup
sizes of growth."

Melissa began laughing.  It started with suppressed muffles, but soon
moved to all out laughter.  Jack yelled, "Stop laughing at me!" and
tried to rise.
 But with all the extra weight he had on his chest, he lost his
balance and fell back on his ass, which only served to amplify the
laughing fit Melissa was experiencing.

"What's so funny, mom?"

It took a few seconds for Melissa to get it under control.  At which
point she saw her husband struggling to rise and broke out in peals of
laughter again.  After she got it under control, she said, "I was just
struck by the irony of it.  You turn your father into a sexy teenage
girl and, in order to get back to normal, he's got to do something
he's never done before in his life."

"You've never had an orgasm before?"

"Not having sex with your father.  Oh, this is just too funny."

Jack said, "This is NOT funny.  Stop laughing at me!"

"Or you'll what?  You can't even stand up, Jack.  Better be careful or
I'll walk away and you'll be like that forever."

James said, "Oh, I doubt that."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad doesn't just look like a teenager, he's also got the sex drive of
one.  Without some form of sexual release, he's going to have at least
a couple wet dreams tonight."

"And he'll still..."  Melissa started laughing again.

Jack yelled, "SHUT UP!"

"Dad, you don't get it, do you?  Without mom you become and stay a
wasp-waisted 13 year old teenage girl with the tits of a porn queen.
And that'll never change.  Even if she's nice enough to let you get
back to normal, if you ever cum again without pleasuring her, your
tits start growing all over again.  In other words, dad, mom owns you.
You do what she says, when she says, or you're screwed."

Jack looked up at his wife.  Clearly she was reveling in her newfound
power.
 Dejected, he said, "Yes, sir."

Melissa smiled.  "Just sit there, Jack.  No, make that Jacqueline.  Or
do you have an objection to that?"

Jack almost said something, but bit it back.  "No, ma'am, no
objections."

"Good.  If you feel up to it, you may crawl on to the bed.  We'll
start your lessons in how to pleasure me tonight."

"Yes, ma'am."

Melissa took her son's arm.  "Come along, son."

After they left the room, James asked, "So you like my gift?"

"I love it.  But that still doesn't help with you and Sam."

"Mom, what's up?"

"When we get to your room.  I don't want to talk behind Sam's back."

They walked into the suite James and Sam shared.  Sam was there
reading the free ship's magazine that was in every room of the ship.
Seeing the two, she said, "Hi, mom."

"Samantha."

James went over to Samantha and sat beside her.  "I'm not sure how I
should start this."

James wrapped his arm around Sam.  "Start anywhere you'd like."

"Well, I guess it starts this morning.  I had a little talk with
Tracie."

"Yes, I know, mom.  You asked her to leave our life.  And although the
thought is appreciated, it was totally unnecessary."

"So she told you about that.  I expected that.  But what she doesn't
know, is that I went after her after she left.  I went down to her
room, and saw Tracie and Sam enter the room.  I went up to the door,
and I... well, I peeked in.  They were having sex."

"So.  You knew that Sam and Tracie were lovers even before that.  I
told you that."

"Yes, but did you know that Sam said she loved Tracie more than you?"

"Oh."  James and Sam smiled at each other.  "I can see where that
would be misconstrued."

"Son, I know you probably think she was just kidding, but you weren't
there.
 She was being totally serious."

"I should hope so."

"What?!  Son, you can't be serious.  A man and woman should love each
other above all else.  If she didn't love you above Tracie, she
shouldn't have married you."

James and Sam just grinned at each other.  James said, "I think to
clear this up we're going to have to introduce you up close and
personal to Tracie."

As James stood, Melissa said, "I don't think I need to see any more of
Tracie."

James just said, "Mom, just wait."

"But-"

"Mom, shhhh."  James removed his shirt.  Melissa was about to say
something, but James just put his finger to his lips in a silencing
gesture.  He then closed his eyes.  Melissa was about to ask what was
going on when James started to change.  His chest started to swell,
forming breasts.  His waist shrunk, and his hips expanded.  His legs
and arms slimmed and tapered, and his face rounded and smoothed.
Melissa stood there in amazement as Sam tossed a very realistic blonde
wig to her son.  James quickly and expertly put it on, and, as simple
as that, Tracie stood before Melissa.  "Hello, Mrs. Smith."  Then
James/Tracie winked at her.

"But how?  Why?"

"Well, you remember me telling you that Tracie had helped us through a
rough spot a while back?"  Melissa nodded.  "Well, about a year ago, I
broke it off with Sam.  I thought I was justified, but it was really
just a selfish, asinine reason.  So Sam went to Mistress Elaine and
arranged to transform me into Tracie.  The original plan was to make
it so that she could transform me at her command, and, like dad is to
you, I would become beholden to her for any time I spent as James."

"So, you're her... sex slave?"

Sam said, "No.  I had been hurt by James and I wanted to teach him a
lesson before I revealed what I had done to him.  But before that
James learned his lesson, and he and Tracie... merged.  Became one
person.  He gained control of the transformation and can be James or
Tracie at will.  I can tell you, it freaked me out when he first
transformed without prompting."

"So... if they're the same person, why did you say you loved Tracie
more than James?"

James explained, "It's a play on words, mom.  As a mental exercise,
Sam keeps a running tally of how many times she's had sex with me as
Tracie, and how many times she's had sex with me as James."

Sam said, "Currently Tracie's ahead 273 to 269."

"But why'd you break it off in the first place?"

James said, "That's kind of personal, mom."

Sam put her hand on her husband's arm.  "It's okay, hun.  I think we
can trust mom."  Sam turned to Melissa.  "You see, mom.  James and
Jack weren't the only ones to benefit from Elaine's know how.  I was
born Samuel Nevada."
 Sam reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, showing
Melissa a rather large cock.  "And thanks to a problem with the
compound, I can never get rid of this."

"And before I merged with Tracie, if I would've known, I would've
dropped her like a hot stone."

"And now?"

James put his arms around his wife.  "Now only our love matters."

"That's amazing.  Oh, and what I said to you earlier, Sam!  Can you
ever forgive me?"

Sam left her husband's arms and walked to Melissa and gave her a hug.
"Of course, mom.  You were only trying to protect your son.  As any of
us would."

Melissa hugged her daughter-in-law.  Then she asked, "Son, earlier,
when you were Tracie, you said, I had been driving you crazy.  Don't
tell me you're having sexual thoughts about your dear old mom?"

James was staring at his mom in a weird way.  "Actually, mom, I've
been having sexual thoughts about you since I hit puberty," Melissa
blushed, "but that wasn't what I was talking about."

"Then what?"

"Mom, do you have any lesbian tendencies?"

Melissa could only babble, "I... I...  How..."

James said, "That's it!  And being around Sam, Susan, Elizabeth,
Elaine, and even Tracie all cruise, it's no wonder your sex drive has
been going into overdrive."

Sam walked behind Melissa and hugged her in an overtly sexual way,
taking her breasts in hand and massaging them.  "Mother, you should've
said something.  Any one of us would've been more than willing to
help."

"But...  But..."  She wanted to say something to stop it, to deny it,
but, oh, Sam's hands were so marvelous.

Sam said, "Don't try to deny it, mom.  A feminine perspective isn't
the only thing Tracie gave James."

Tracie walked over and reached behind Melissa and unzipped her dress.
"You see, mom, I also got a psychic level of empathy from Tracie. I'm
not just aware of others' emotional state, I feel it inside my own
body.  And to be quite blunt," Tracie kissed Melissa, "your sexual
need has been driving me crazy all cruise."

Melissa wanted to protest.  This was her son and daughter-in-law,
after all.
 But it was really hard to think with Sam's hands roaming her breasts
and abdomen, and James' (Tracie's?) lips on her face and neck.
Melissa made a last, weak effort to push her son away before
succumbing to the pleasure he and his wife were giving her.  She
leaned back against Sam, turning her neck so as to both give her son
greater access to the nape of her neck, and also to give Samantha a
kiss on the lips.

As her son started to remove her dress, she reached up and touched her
son's breasts.  Through panting breath, she said, "They're so real
feeling."

"Of course they feel real, mom.  They are real.  As real and as
sensitive as any woman's breasts."

"Amazing."

Sam moved her hands long enough for James to remove Melissa's dress,
then reached around and removed her mother's bra (the clasp was in
front between her breasts).  Melissa looked down with an almost abject
fascination as her breasts were exposed to the young lovers.  Being
born before the sexual revolution, she had been taught that sex was
wrong, and that the naked body was something to be ashamed of, so,
with the exception of being bathed as a small girl, she had never had
her body exposed to another.  Even sex with her Husband had been in
the dark.  But now, where she thought she would be unable to stand it,
she found instead the revelation of her body to the light with others
present to be a liberating experience.

She moaned softly, and fell back against Sam as James/Tracie (now this
was going to get confusing in short order) kissed his/her way down her
neck, laying a line of kisses in a spiral around her right breast till
he finally, gently took the nipple in his mouth and sucked it to a
hard point.  He then returned his mouth to the nape of her neck and
repeated the process on her left breast.

Melissa tried to remain standing, but her knees buckled from the
pleasure she was experiencing.  Pleasure far greater than any she had
ever experienced before.  Sam caught her, and her son took her in his
arms and carried her to the bed.

Part of her wanted to protest.  Fifty plus years of social
conditioning was not thrown off in a few seconds.  Incest was wrong.
Sex was wrong.  Lesbian love was wrong.  Nudity was wrong.  But
somehow, looking up into the eyes of her son (daughter?), the words
seemed foolish and hollow.  Silly, even.

As her son leaned down and kissed her on the lips in a decidedly
non-son-like manner, she felt Sam's hands on her hips, Sam's finger's
sliding under the elastic of her panties.  Sam began to pull the last
of her clothing down.  That part of her that was still resisting knew
that this was the final step.  If she let this happen it would be
entering a whole new world.  A world of sexuality.  A world she had
always been taught was bad, and evil.

But it was a world where her son and daughter-in-law walked freely.  A
world where they loved each other, and their friends, and, yes, even
their mother with all the passion, both physical and emotional, they
could muster.  How could such a world be bad or wrong, much less evil?

Melissa threw caution to the wind and lifted herself from the bed so
Sam could pull her panties down.  She reached up and pulled James'
neck down, briefly surprising him before he matched her newfound
passion with his own.  His hand went to her breast and lightly stroked
and tweaked the nipple.

As Melissa felt Sam's mouth on her legs, she moaned, this time making
no effort to hide the sound.  Then she felt a strange presence in her
mouth.  It took her a few seconds to realize that it was his tongue,
and that he was French kissing her.  It only took her another second
to realize that she liked it.  She playfully batted at his tongue with
her own until he pulled it out of her mouth.  He pulled back and
smiled.

She smiled back until gasping when Samantha's lips kissed the lips of
her cunt.  Samantha felt her tongue move slowly along the outside of
her vagina, moving in ellipses, up one side and down the other.
Always coming tantalizingly close to her clitoris, but every time
Melissa thought she was going to touch it, her tongue moved away in a
teasing dance.

James' fingers teased and stroked her and she could barely stand it.
She whimpered in desire.  Then Samantha, apparently hearing her need,
allowed her tongue to finally touch Melissa's now very aroused love
button.  And, after all the teasing, and stroking, and loving, she
orgasmed.  And an orgasm like this she had never had.  The only way
she had ever cum before had been through masturbating herself
(something she had been taught was also wrong, but which she couldn't
ever break herself of the habit of), and that was nothing... NOTHING
as compared to this.  Her body trembled and shook and exploded.  And
as she climaxed for the first time, Samantha continued to lick her,
and James continued to stroke her.

Then, just when she thought it was over, she felt another crest build
within her, exploding before the first was gone.  And between Sam and
James' expert manipulations, it wasn't long before she felt a third
and a fourth orgasm explode within her.  She stopped counting after
that as the lines between her orgasms blurred and they started to come
rapid-fire.

At some point, Melissa passed out from the intense sensations she was
feeling.  When she woke up, she was looking up into the faces of her
concerned children (at some point, the distinction in-law had ceased
to hold any meaning for her feelings towards Sam).  Sam asked, "You
okay, mom?"

All Melissa could say was, "So that's what a multiple orgasm is like."

James (still in his Tracie body) giggled.  "She's fine."

They helped Melissa to a sitting position.  Woozy, she said, "I was
gonna ask if someone was going to fuck me, but after that, I think I
better take a break and rest."

James said, "Good idea, mom.  Besides, there's something else I want
to discuss with you."

"What's that?"

"Now that you've found some sexual release, I can think straight.
And, thinking back, I realize that the times that your sexual need was
at its highest was when you and Elaine were both present."  Just the
mere mention of Elaine's name was enough to cause Melissa to "spike"
in sexual desire again, causing James to recoil as the waves of her
sexual need washed over him.  "Woah.  Now I know I'm on the right
track."

"Well, Elaine is a very sexy woman."

"Yes, she is.  And I also know that she's as hot for you as you are
for her.
 Which is why I hadn't noticed it before.  I wasn't sure which one of
you it was coming from."

"Well then, now what?"

"My suggestion?  As soon as you're feeling up to it, make a pass at
her.  She may not be expecting it, but it shouldn't be hard getting
her into your bed."

Melissa blushed a bit, but smiled at the thought of being with Elaine.
"I just might do that, James."

"One more thing, mom."

"Yes."

James/Tracie went over and got a bikini.  "When I'm in this form, you
have to refer to me as Tracie.  It prevents problems with strangers."

"Okay, I'll try to remember."  After Tracie was in her suit, Melissa
asked, "Son, since I've never seen you naked as Tracie, do you still
have your...  penis?"

"Yes, mom."

Melissa looked at him.  "How do you hide it?"

Tracie smiled.  "There are tricks to it.  Shall we go, ladies?"

They left the room, and Sam and Melissa took Tracie's arms and they
walked together to the deck.  When they got there, they saw Susan,
Elizabeth, Elaine sitting by the pool and a strange woman standing
nearby, all dressed in bathing suits.  Melissa whispered a question
into Tracie's ear, and she said, "I think she'd love that."

Melissa smiled, walked up behind Elaine, and threw her arms around
her.  Once Elaine realized who it was, she said nothing, unwilling to
disturb the moment.  After Melissa let her go, she said, "Not that I'm
complaining, but what was that for?"

"I just saw my new and improved husband, and wanted to say thanks."

"You're very welcome."

Melissa gave Elaine a quick kiss on her earlobe, and then deftly
slipped her tongue into the ear itself.  Elaine was surprised, and
when she looked at Melissa, Melissa had already moved over to the
strange woman, leaving Elaine to wonder what had just happened, and
whether or not she should be excited or offended.

Melissa extended her hand.  "Hello.  I don't believe we've met.  My
name is Melissa."

The woman took Melissa's hand.  "My name is Norma.  I pilot Mistress
Elaine's helicopter."

As Melissa sat down, she said, "Well, have a seat and join us."

"Unfortunately I won't be able to have a seat for a little while."

"Why is that?"

"Because Mistress and I just had a "discussion" about my role in
tricking her onto this boat.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but,"
Norma breathed out while rubbing her butt, "it does have its side
effects."

"Well, I can't say as that I'm sad you brought her.  Elaine has been a
particularly charming companion.  I've thoroughly enjoyed her company,
and hope to see more of her throughout the cruise."

Elaine tried to fathom what Melissa was saying.  Was it really sexual
double entendre, or was she just hearing what she wanted to hear?
Unfortunately, Melissa's face betrayed nothing, which could mean
either she meant nothing by it, or she was a lot better at this game
then she had let on.

Elaine looked to Tracie.  "Don't think I've forgotten your role in
this, young lady.  You've got yours coming, too."

Tracie just winked and smiled.  Sam said, "Ooh, can I watch?"

Elaine laughed.  "You're a bit of a scamp, young lady."

Susan asked, "So who's going into town with the two of us when the
ship pulls into dock tomorrow?"

Tracie said, "Sounds like fun.  You up for it, Sam?"

"Sure.  Mom, what about you?"

"Agreed."  Melissa got an evil smile on her face.  "I even think
Jacqueline should come along.  If only to carry packages."

"You realize he'll protest."

"So?"

Elaine laughed.  "Well, it seems you've got Jacqueline thoroughly
under your thumb.  And just to make sure, the ship stays in town for
two days.  Why don't we stay in town overnight?  That way if
Jacqueline absolutely refuses, she can be a little more buxom in the
morning."

Melissa laughed.

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


BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL
 The Town Trip

THE NEXT DAY...

The rechristened Jacqueline whined, "Please, Melissa, don't make me do
this."

"And why shouldn't I?  You have spent the last 40 years of my life
making me do whatever you wanted.  Making me do whatever you damned
well pleased whenever you pleased.  All I'm doing is insisting that
you come along and like a good serving girl carry my packages."

"Please, Melissa, I look like..."

"What?  What do you look like?"

"I look like a tramp."

"So?  Isn't that what you wanted me to look like?  Aren't these,"
Melissa pointed to her own implant augmented breasts, "because you
insisted?"

"But...  I'd never expect you to get tits this big."

"Only because you didn't think you could afford it.  I wasn't so out
of it that I couldn't hear you talking to the doctor after the last
time I got implants.  You asked him about the costs of getting me up
another 4 or 5 sizes, and I'm already at double D thanks to you.  The
way I reckon it, that'd put me only a size or two below you right
now."

"But...  I don't have anything to wear.  All the clothes I got were
for back when I was... smaller."

"I already thought about that."  Melissa went over to a bag and pulled
out a large, stiff leather corset that she had been given by
Elizabeth.  "This is a loaner from a friend of mine.  Her breasts are
even larger than yours.  It'll be a little loose in the cups, but I've
got some figure enhancers that fill it in and make you look larger.
Unless of course, you'd like me to masturbate you until you fit."

Jacqueline gulped.  "But what will I wear over it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?!"

"Mm-hmm.  It covers everything that modesty requires.  So you'll be
wearing this, a skirt, panties, stockings, and heels.  And, of course,
some jewelry and make-up."

"Jewelry and make-up?!"

"Of course.  You spent the last forty years insisting I wear both,
even when I was doing nothing other than cleaning house."

"NO!  I won't!  You can't make me!"

Melissa shrugged.  "Suit yourself."  She tossed the corset on the bed,
and walked towards the door.  Just before she left, she turned back to
Jacqueline.  "Oh, by the way, Jackie, I plan on staying in town
tonight with the girls, so you'll be alone in the cabin tonight.
Pleasant dreams."

"Please, Melissa," Jacqueline begged, "didn't I service you well last
night?
 You had three orgasms and only allowed me to cum inside you once."

"Jackie, those three orgasms were only a fraction of the orgasms I had
yesterday.  That's right, Jacqueline.  I've discovered extra-marital
affairs.  Does that shock you?"

"Who...  Who is he?"

"SHE is your daughter-in-law and her lesbian lover."

"Samantha?  And another woman?"  Jacqueline couldn't help himself.
The thought of his wife and two other women having sex was causing his
loins to twitch.

"Ooh, look.  Jackie's getting excited."

"Please, Melissa, can I service you?"

Melissa laughed.  "So, Jackie, did you ever think you would be begging
to service me?"

"Please?"

"I'm sorry, Jackie.  But Sam and her friends are waiting for me.  I
told them I'd be along as soon as I got you dressed, but if you're not
coming..."

"All right."

"You'll wear the corset?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And jewelry and make-up?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Melissa smiled.  "Let's get you dressed then."

After Jacqueline was dressed and made-up, they went out on deck,
Jacqueline consciously aware of the way the heels made his ass sway in
a very seductive manner, grateful that the corset, as slutty as it
made him feel, kept his tits from bouncing around.

Up on deck, Sam, Elaine, and four other women waited for them.  "Good
morning, ladies.  I don't believe you've all been introduced.
Jacqueline, this is Tracie, Susan, Elizabeth, and Norma.  Elaine, of
course, you've already met.  Ladies, this is Jacqueline, my feminized
husband."

"Melissa, please."

"Jackie, I thought you didn't like being referred to as a woman.  I'm
only trying to be nice.  But I'll leave it up to you.  Do you want to
be introduced as Jacqueline, my feminized husband, or as Jacqueline,
my sex slave?"  As tears started to come to his eyes, Melissa said,
"Don't cry, Jackie.  It'll make your mascara run."

Jacqueline sniffled back his tears, and said, "I'll be your sex
slave."

"Very good.  In that case, you'll have to refer to me as either
Mistress Melissa, or Mistress."

"But-"

"A slave should always address her Mistress properly.  Or do you wish
to change your mind, and be my feminized husband?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No, Mistress Melissa."

"Very good.  Let's go, ladies.  We have an entire city full of stores
to shop in."

"Uhm, Mistress, where's James?"

"It is considered proper behavior for a slave to ask permission to
speak before she does so, Jacqueline.  But I'll forgive you this once.
James isn't coming with us.  This is girl's day, today."

"Then why am I here?"

"You figure it out,... young lady."  Jacqueline cringed at being
referred to as a lady, but said nothing.

They left the ship, and proceeded to go through the city, sightseeing,
shopping, and, in general, having a good time.  Everybody but
Jacqueline, that is.  Jacqueline began to wonder how long the trip
would be going on until they stopped in front of a leather goods
store.  "Leave the packages here, Jackie.  Sam, Tracie, and Elaine
will look after them while we make a few purchases here."

"Yes, Mistress."  Jacqueline put the packages he had on a bench next
to Tracie.  Then he followed Melissa, Susan, and Elizabeth into the
store.

Susan and Elizabeth quickly separated and started moving through the
store with reckless abandon, like two teens with their father's credit
card.  Melissa, however, moved with singular purpose to a specific
section of the store and Jacqueline followed her.  When Melissa
stopped, Jacqueline looked around.  Surrounding him were all forms of
leather undergarments.  Leather bras, panties, bustiers, and corsets.

Melissa turned to Jacqueline, and asked, "Slave, what are your current
measurements?"

"Melissa, please."

Melissa slapped Jacqueline three times.  Not hard, barely hard enough
to sting, but the effect was shocking to Jacqueline, who stood there
in amazement.  "That's once for not referring to me properly.  Once
for speaking without permission.  And once for not answering my
question.  Now, SLAVE, what are your measurements?"

"38-25-38"

"And your cup size?"

"H, Mistress."

Melissa started going through the racks of leather underwear,
selecting some, avoiding others, but all of a size appropriate for
Jacqueline's body.  "Mistress Melissa, may I speak?"

"Yes, Jacqueline, you may."

"Are you buying me clothes?"

"Of course.  You don't think I plan on wearing any of this?"

"But won't we be needing smaller sizes for after I shrink down to a
smaller size?"

"Who said I plan on letting you shrink?"

"Melissa,...  Mistress, please."

"Oh, quit whining.  I intend to get a variety of sizes for you.  Both
smaller AND larger."

"La... larger?"

"Yes.  Just in case you're a bad girl and I'm forced to punish you for
your transgressions."  Jacqueline shivered.  Melissa selected a
cupless corset.  She turned to Jacqueline and said, "Take that corset
off."

"Yes, ma'am.  Where is the dressing room?"

"No, Jackie, right here."

"What?!  You can't be serious!"

"REMOVE IT!"

"But... But what will the clerk say?"

"Nothing.  Didn't you see the "Clothing Optional" sign outside?"

Very softly, Jacqueline begged, "Please, Melissa, don't make me do
this."

Melissa grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him to a back room.
Inside was a bed.  On each of the four bedposts was a chain with a
manacle attached.  "Get on!" she ordered.

"But why?"

"Get on, or I walk out of here and out of your life, forever!"
Jacqueline gulped, and meekly crawled onto the bed.  "On your back.
Spread out your arms and legs."  Jacqueline obeyed, and Melissa
chained him to the bed.

"Now what?!"

"Silence, slave!"

Melissa started fondling Jacqueline's breasts.  He moaned and said,
"Please, Melissa, don't do this to me."

"SILENCE!  That is the fourth time since entering the store that you
have referred to me without the proper title before my name.  You
chose to be my slave so as to forgo the embarrassment of being
publicly known as my feminized husband.  Did you think I was just
asking you for a title to be referred to by?  You wanted to be my
slave?  You will be my slave!"

Jacqueline moaned, his dick straining at his panties.  "But... what
you wanted me to wear."

"What of it?  It's nothing worse than what you've wanted me to wear in
the past.  I just wanted to get you some nice, sexy lingerie for you
to wear.  Now, because of your disobedience, I think I'll get you an
entire leather wardrobe to wear.  An entire SLAVE'S wardrobe."

"Please, Me- Mistress.  Let me service you."

"You want to service me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Melissa got on the bed, reached under Jacqueline's skirt, freed his
dick, then impaled herself on it.  "There.  Now service me."

"Oh, no.  Please.  Please, I'm too close.  Too...  close."  Jacqueline
grimaced and came.  Then the chemicals in his system interacted with
the chemicals in his wife and his body trembled,and changed.  His
waist shrunk a full three inches while his tits grew by a
proportionate amount, finally growing so large that they popped from
the top of the corset.

Melissa got off of him, and freed one of his arms.  "When you've
finished freeing yourself, come out to the store.  I will only wait
two minutes, so hurry."

Jacqueline quickly freed herself.  As he was about to return to the
store, he briefly stopped to wonder what a bed with chains on it was
doing in the back room of a leather goods store in the first place.
He ran out to Melissa, who was waiting for him in the same place as
they had just left.

When he got there, Melissa just said, "Take everything off but your
stockings."  This time Jacqueline quickly obeyed.  "Turn around and
bend over."  Jacqueline obeyed.

He felt a pressure at his ass.  "What's-"

"SILENCE!"

The pressure increased, forcing his ass open.  Finally, something went
past his sphincter and it closed around something hard and cool.
"Mistress, please.  What is it?"

"Stand up."  After he did so, Melissa said, "It's a butt plug.  How do
you like it?"

"Did you have to get one so big?"

Melissa laughed. "That's the smallest one they had.  You're just not
used to it yet.  Here.  Some leather panties that should fit your new
proportions perfectly."

Jacqueline took the panties and put them on.  "They're a little snug."

"They're supposed to be snug.  Otherwise the butt plug might fall out
if you got used to it and too relaxed.  You don't want everybody
knowing you use a butt plug, do you?"  They then proceeded to dress
Jacqueline in a corset, leather mini, heels, jacket, and, as the
"crowning" touch, a leather collar with a small silver lock.

As they left the store, Susan and Elizabeth met them at the door.
Melissa asked, "Did you get what I wanted?"

"Everything you wanted."

"Thanks."

Jacqueline asked, "Mistress, what did you ask them to get?"

"Just some... toys."

Melissa explained no further as they left the store, with Jacqueline
following.  After they were outside, the slave boy-girl looked at the
sign on the store, which he had foolishly failed to notice on
entering.  It read: "The DOMINATOR", and in smaller letters
underneath, it read: "Leather Goods for Discriminating Masters and
their Property".

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

LATER THAT DAY, AT THEIR HOTEL...

Melissa came down to the pool.  Everybody else but her slave was
there, James in his male form.  "Where's Jackie?" Elaine asked.

"Oh, he's up in the room.  I thought about ordering him down here, but
I didn't want his whining to ruin my fun."

"And what fun did you have planned?"

Melissa sat next to Elaine. "I was planning on testing a theory of my
son's."

"And what theory would that be?"

Melissa leaned over, grabbed the back of Elaine's neck, pulled her
close, and planted their lips together.  Elaine was so shocked that
she didn't even move until after the kiss broke, upon which, Melissa
said, "That you're as hot for my bod as I am for yours."

Before Elaine could respond, Melissa stood and asked, "Care to join me
for a swim?" then walked to the pool and dived in.

Elaine, for the first time in almost twenty years, was flabbergasted.
She looked from James to Melissa and back again.  Finally James said,
"Well?"  and waved at the pool, which was all the prompting Elaine
needed.  She threw off the light jacket she was wearing, ran to the
pool, dove in, and swam after Melissa.

Melissa proved to be a surprisingly agile swimmer, and evaded Elaine
for quite some time before Elaine managed to grasp her leg, then draw
her into an embrace.  "Got you," Elaine said.

Melissa responded, "That you did," seemingly nonplused by the capture.

Elaine looked her in the eyes.  "Did you let me catch you?"

"I'll never tell.  Besides," Melissa kissed Elaine, "does it really
matter?"

"I suppose not."  Elaine pulled Melissa tightly to her and kissed her
back.

As the two kissed, Melissa felt a sensation which was, at the same
time, both similar and strangely new to her.  It took a few seconds
for Melissa to place it, but when she did, she was extremely
surprised.  "Elaine," she whispered into her friend's ear, "are you a
she-male?  Like Sam?"

"Yes, I am.  Does that turn you off?"

"On the contrary, it does the exact opposite."  Melissa pulled Elaine
tight and gave her another kiss, this time openly Frenching her.
After they finished, Melissa broke from the grasp and swam back
towards her son.

Elaine floated there for a few seconds before swimming after Melissa.
Melissa waited for her on the edge of the pool with her legs dangling
in the water.  Elaine pulled herself up and sat beside Melissa.
Elaine playfully said, "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Getting me all hot and bothered, then running off like that."

"Ah, you kids today.  No sense of the hunt, or thrill of the chase."

"I guess we're just spoiled.  Having such beautiful women like you
around makes us too selfish to want to chase you down."

James piped up with a quick, "Amen."

Melissa responded, "Hush, boy."  But gave her son a wink that let him
know she appreciated the thought.

Elaine said, "Oh, great wise woman, how can we aspire to be more like
your venerable self?"

Melissa gave Elaine a curious look.  "I think that was a veiled crack
about my age."

"It was as much a veiled crack about your elderly status, as your kids
crack was about my relative immaturity."

Melissa smiled.  "You're learning.  Now show that you care for this
old lady by giving me a kiss."

"Gladly."  Elaine leaned over and gave Melissa a kiss that literally
curled her toes.  After they broke, Melissa laughed.  "Not exactly the
reaction I was hoping for."

"I'm sorry.  I just noticed the curtains to my room suddenly close.  I
suspect Jacqueline has been watching us and was forced to close the
curtain in order to avoid over-stimulation."

Elaine laughed.  "So what are your plans for him?"

"Short range or long?"

"Both."

"Well, tonight, I was planning on instructing him in the use of
dildoes.  Both on me, and on himself for my amusement.  Long range?
I'm still not sure yet.  I know that I find him a hell of a lot more
attractive as Jacqueline than I did as Jack.  I've pretty much decided
that I'm never letting him get all the way back to his old self.
Always having a pair of tits hanging from his chest will serve to
remind him of the way he made me feel all throughout our marriage.
Like an object, something to be ogled and stared at."

"So how small you gonna let him get?"

"I'm not sure, yet.  I'm not gonna let him get smaller than me during
this trip, that's for sure.  I just hope he learns his lesson, and
begins to take an active role as my sexual partner."  Melissa sighed.
"I'd love for him to become like you, James.  A merger of man and
woman.  Able to change between the two at will."

James said, "I'd love to give that to you, mom.  But, somehow, I don't
think that dad will ever accept Jacqueline as being a part of him."

"Unfortunately, I have to agree with you.  I just wish..."

"Yes?"

"That he'd accept pleasuring me as the right thing to do rather than
because he feels he has to.  If he could just do that I could forgive
so much."  Melissa started to tear up.

Elaine took her in her arms, and held her.  "Oh, hun.  It's okay.
We're here for you."

Melissa sniffed back her tears.  "Thanks, Elaine.  I just wish I could
spend tonight with you."

"Why don't you?  I certainly wouldn't object."

"No.  I wouldn't feel right just abandoning Jacqueline for the night."

"So bring him along.  We can chain him to the radiator.  It's summer;
it's not running.  He can watch, get excited.  We let him pump a few
loads into you.  Maybe, if he pays close enough attention, he'll learn
something about pleasuring a lady."

"But, he'd learn about your... little extra."

James said, "It's not so little, mom," and winked at her.

Elaine smiled.  "I don't care what our little Jacqueline knows.  He
lacks the ability to do anything to me of any consequence.  Even if he
were to return to Jack."

Melissa looked up into her eyes.  "And you'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you."

They stared into each other's eyes for a long while.

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

LATER THAT EVENING, IN ELAINE'S ROOM...

Melissa escorted Jacqueline into the room.  "Mistress, may I ask-"

"No, you may not."  Jacqueline was full of questions, but wisely bit
them back.  Melissa pointed at a spot by the radiator and said, "Kneel
there."  Jacqueline obeyed, and Melissa got some handcuffs from a bag
and chained him to the radiator.  "Sit on your ass and lift your
legs."

Jacqueline quickly sat on his ass, and lifted his legs.  Melissa
pulled down his panties and proceeded to insert another butt plug.
Jacqueline begged, "Please, Mistress."

"Silence."

Jacqueline bit his lip as Melissa inserted the butt plug, then pulled
his panties up around his ass.  "You may put your legs down now,
Jackie."  After he did so, Melissa said, "Jackie, would you like to
know what I originally had planned for tonight?  No, don't bother
guessing, you'll never get it.  Originally, I had planned to have you
in dildo training."

"Dildo training?"

"Mm-hmm.  You would be trained in the proper use of a dildo upon my
body, so as to provide the best physical stimulation," Jacqueline
breathed a sigh of relief, "and upon yourself so as to provide me with
the most erotic vision," Jacqueline cringed, "but don't worry, Jackie.
Plans have changed."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Oh, don't worry.  We'll do the dildo training some other night.  But
tonight, all you have to do is sit back and watch."

"Watch what, ma'am?"

"Elaine and I in bed together.  You see, despite the fact that you
have made a much greater effort in the last couple days to excite me
than you have in our entire marriage, you have still done a piss-poor
job of it.  And I realized why earlier today.  You have no experience
at it.  You simply don't know how to do it.  So tonight, all you have
to do is sit back and watch Elaine and I go at it.  Now pay attention,
Jackie.  I'll expect you to be able to perform on a much better level
tomorrow."

"Mistress?"

"Yes, Jackie?"

"What if tonight's performance with Elaine stimulates me to the point
where I lose control?  My breasts are already so big."

"Don't worry, I'm not totally without compassion.  That's part of the
reason why you're chained to the radiator.  So as to prevent you from
playing with yourself while you're getting excited watching.  I also
intend to come over to you every so once in a while, sit on your dick,
and play with you till you cum inside me."

"After you've cum?"

"Yes, Jacqueline, after I've cum.  I agree with you.  Your breasts are
too large, even for me."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Just then, Elaine walked in.  "Good evening, Melissa.  Good evening,
Jacqueline."

Melissa said, "Good evening, Elaine.  Why, Jacqueline, aren't you
going to say good evening?"

He hadn't planned on it.  He didn't want to say anything more than he
had to to this woman, but since Melissa was making it clear that she
expected it, "Good evening, Elaine."

"That's Miss Elaine to you, Jacqueline."

Jacqueline bit something back and said, "Good evening, Miss Elaine."

"Very good, Jacqueline.  Now, I will be playing a much more active
role with Elaine than I will with you, so pay close attention to what
Elaine does, and don't get distracted by what I do.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very good."

Jacqueline watched intently as Elaine stepped up to Melissa and
started by rubbing her shoulders.  Truth be told, Jacqueline (still
mostly Jack inside) didn't think there was anything Elaine could teach
him about pleasing a woman.  He figured that what Melissa was
experiencing was more due to the thrill of something new and forbidden
than to any skill Elaine (or any woman) had.  But the concept of the
lesbian love scene going on in front of him was too much to tear his
eyes away from.

Elaine's shoulder rubbing started platonically.  The kind of rubbing
one might give a good friend.  Soon, she unzipped Melissa's dress and
helped her remove it.  Melissa leaned back as Elaine continued to
sensually rub her arms.  Elaine ran her hands down to Melissa's.
Their fingers seemed to naturally intertwine, and Elaine leaned
forward, her lips meeting Melissa's in a kiss that curled Jacqueline's
toes.  Jacqueline felt his dick start to twitch as Elaine slipped her
hands around and started to play with his wife's tits.  Melissa, at
the same time, reached around and pulled Elaine's pelvis to her, using
her ass to rub Elaine's crotch.

Melissa turned around in Elaine's arms and kissed her.  Elaine reached
down, copped a quick feel of Melissa's ass, then pulled her slip up
and off of her body.  Melissa took a step back, and Elaine used just
her fingertips to trace designs on Melissa's breasts through her bra.
Elaine used her nails to lightly scratch Melissa's nipples until they
were nice and pointy.  Elaine then unclasped Melissa's bra (a front
closer), and helped her out of it.

Meanwhile, Jacqueline was sitting back, wondering when they were going
to get started.  He had expected this to be like some porno flick.
That Melissa and Elaine would just shuck off their clothes, then start
69-ing each other.  Admittedly, the little romance scene they were
doing was arousing, but hardly as arousing as it could have been.

Melissa then reached behind Elaine and unzipped her gown.  She helped
Elaine out of it, removing her slip right along with it.  They kissed
again, Melissa in nothing but her panties, Elaine in panties and bra.
They mashed their bodies together, and openly Frenched each other.  As
they kissed, Melissa reached behind Elaine and undid her bra.  She
then leaned back only far enough to slip the bra off and toss it to
the floor beside them.

Elaine then started kissing her way down Melissa's body.  She started
kissing the nape of her neck, down her breasts, kissing in slow
spirals until she took the nipple in her mouth, and sucked it like a
baby.  Soon she went over to the other breast and repeated the
procedure.  Then she kissed her way down Melissa's abdomen, stopping
long enough to tickle Melissa's navel with her tongue.  She kissed her
way down to Melissa's crotch, lightly nuzzling her cunt through her
panties.  She slowly slid her fingers under the elastic of Melissa's
panties and inched them down her legs.

Elaine leaned forward and kissed the lips of Melissa's cunt.  She
stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from the base of her cunt up to
the top, near but not touching Melissa's clit.  She then returned to
the base of Melissa's cunt and licked her way up to the top, this time
touching only Melissa's left cunt lip.  Once again she avoided
touching the clitoris, but this time, she teasingly circled it with
her tongue.  She then went back to Melissa's base and licked her way
up Melissa's right cunt lip, and then circled her clit; once again not
actually touching it.

Elaine then moved to the middle of Melissa's cunt and kissed it.  She
slowly stuck her tongue out and into Melissa.  Using long, languid
strokes, she gently caressed the near inside of Melissa's cunt.
Melissa writhed in ecstasy as Elaine slowly dragged her tongue out and
up her cunt, this time lightly touching her clitoris, but only
briefly.  Elaine then returned to t