ANSWERS
Chapter 10


Joe Bates drove into the drive at the home of his flying buddy, and fellow
engineer, Dave Skinner.  When he got out of his sports car he smoothed his
clothes, the loose fitting jumpsuit that hid his new curves.  He slowly wal-
ked up to the front door, and rang the bell.  Cindy Skinner, Dave's wife,
opened the door, and peered out.  She smiled when she recognized Joe, and
opened the door.  Joe went inside, feeling a bit self conscious as Dave's
wife watched him walk in.  He couldn't conceal the look of surprise when he
saw Dave.

The last time Joe saw Dave, he was about six feet tall and weighed two hun-
dred pounds.  Dave was thirty two years old, and was not in as good shape as
Joe, and, a decade of married life had endowed him a small pot-gut which he
couldn't get rid of, no matter how hard he tried.

The Dave Skinner who came out of the family room didn't look anything like
that.  This one nervously entered the room was wearing a woman's white
blouse, with loose baggy shorts, also obviously a woman's.  Since he wore
nothing under the blouse, the dark outline of his now large areola could be
seen through the thin fabric.  He walked uncomfortably, not yet familiar
with much wider hips, and a shorter gait.  Were it not for his short hair-
cut, he could easily be mistaken for a typical, almost middle aged, somewhat
plain, sloppily dressed, housewife.  Dave always had the beginnings of a six
o'clock shadow, even in the morning, but now his face was as smooth as a
young boy's.  Joe saw that Dave's legs were hairy, maybe not as heavy or
thick as before, but still covered with soft black down.  It looked unusual
to see someone who looked so female, have such hairy legs.  Joe couldn't
help but look at Dave's chest.  Through the thin fabric of the blouse, he
could see that the heavy chest hair Dave had was gone, replaced by a volup-
tuousness that was a source of embarrassment for its owner.

"Hi, Joe, what's new with you?," Dave asked, somewhat sarcastically.

"Not much, Dave.  Just thought I'd stop by, and see if you want to go bar
hopping this evening," Joe teased.

"Nope, I don't think I'm up to it, old buddy," Dave answered.  He had trou-
ble returning the humor that his pal was using to break the tension.

"I talked to Mike while ago, and he's got trouble too, but it sounds like
he's a little different from me, or you," Joe said.

"What do you mean?  Is he still a guy, or what?," Dave asked, the sarcasm
creeping back into his voice.

"I can't really tell from how he described his symptoms, but if he has chan-
ged, he isn't as far along as we are," Joe said, not taking his eyes from
his buddy's chest.

It was strange seeing a matronly body below the almost familiar face. 
Dave's face was little changed, but maybe ten years younger looking.  He
wondered what Dave was thinking about him.

"Good for him.  He would REALLY make an ugly woman," Dave said, smiling for
the first time.

"I think I talked him into coming over here.  He should be here soon," Joe
said.

"Well, you sure look good, Joe," Dave returned, eyeing his buddy, trying to
imagine what he looked like under the loose clothes.

"Linda has been helping me try to make the best of this," Joe said.

"It looks like you even have lipstick on.  Do you?," Dave asked, moving clo-
ser.

Joe grinned, and said, "Well, yeah, I do.  I even had a makeover at the Mall
the other day.  With Linda's help, I've been able to make the best of it. 
Some of the things I've done have actually kind of interesting."

"Well, I haven't done much that's interesting," Dave said, with not a little
disgust showing through.

"We both might as well treat this as an experience, Dave," Joe recommended. 
"As I see it, were stuck like this, at least until we can find out what's
causing it.  Hopefully, it's not permanent."  He tried to sound more confi-
dent than he actually was.

"It's easy for you, old buddy.  You're not married, with a family; a wife
and kids.  Hell, Joe look at you.  You're practically beautiful," Dave la-
mented.

Cindy went to him, but Dave pushed her away.  She looked at Joe.  Joe didn't
know what to do, or say.  Dave walked back into the family room.  Joe fol-
lowed him to the family room, and he saw Dave sit down on the couch, with
his four year old son, David.

"Joe, Joe, are you a mommy now too?," David asked innocently.

"Hi David," Joe replied.  "No, I'm not a mommy.  I just sort of look like
one, I guess.  Your dad and I have a problem with how we look.  We don't
know what's wrong with us yet."

"You're pretty," David said.

"Thanks, David.  I guess," Joe replied, looking at Dave.

There was a ring of the door bell.  Joe quickly got up, and went to the
front door.  Cindy opened the door.  The familiar hulk of Mike Osborn loomed
in the doorway.  Mike's eyes widened when he saw the new Joe.

"Holy cow, Joe!  You ARE a woman, ain't you?," Mike almost shouted, his loud
voice seeming to be almost unchanged.

"I suspect so, Mike," Joe replied.  "Come on in."

Mike walked in, and followed Joe back to the family room.  He walked right
over to the couch to look at Dave.  "Damn, Dave, you seem to have the same
problem as Joe," he said.

"Clever observation, Mike," Dave said.  "It looks like you escaped whatever
happened to us."

"Well, not exactly Dave," Mike said, not wanting to talk with young David
listening intently to the unusual conversation.

"It seems you haven't changed at all," Joe said.

"Can we go somewhere private," Mike asked.

"I suggest you all go to our bedroom," Cindy said.

Dave got up, and awkwardly went into the bedroom, his substantial butt jig-
gled and swayed as he walked.  Mike and Joe followed.  Dave closed the door
after them, stopping David, who wanted in.  Cindy led him away from the
door.

"You think I haven't changed?," Mike asked, pulling his sweatpants down.

Mike pulled his royal blue Calvin Kline men's undershorts down.  He looked
down at his pubic area, and pushed the hair away from around his penis,
which was now very small.  It could have been no more than an inch or so
long.  There were no testicles evident, and his scrotum was split down the
middle, looking somewhat like a vagina.

"See, I got problems too," Mike said, displaying his little penis.  "When I
pee, it comes out from under here," he said, as he lifted his penis up.  He
then spread his split scrotum, and pointed to an area close to the base of
his tiny organ.  Joe looked carefully, but could see no evidence of an open-
ing at the tip of his penis.

"Looks like you've gone only part way to what's happened to me," Joe said,
looking with interest at his friend.

"What do you look like, Joe?," Mike asked.  "You sure look like a girl on
the outside."

"Yeah, and I guess that's what I am, on the outside," Joe admitted.

"Could I see?," Mike asked.  "If I'm gonna be... I might still be changing,
and I'm wondering what I can expect."

"Well, I don't know," Joe replied, reluctant to show his buddies his new
body and closely trimmed bush.  Not that he was ashamed of his body and the
way it looked, he just felt strange putting it on display.  He knew that he
was the most feminized of the three of them.  Hell, Mike could hardly pass
as a woman if he tried.  Dave was probably as changed as he was, but his
large hips and buttocks didn't look good on him at all.  Dave didn't carry
his new shape well either.

"Aww, show us Joe," Dave said.  "Mike showed us what he looked like, and
he's embarrassed too.  We're all in the same boat."

"Okay, then I'll show you," Joe said slowly.

Joe unzipped his jumpsuit, and pulled it from his shoulders.  He pulled his
arms from the sleeves, and let the suit drop down his hips, and settle
around his knees.  Joe looked at his friends while he stood there, in his
underwear, his face red with embarrassment.  Mike didn't even pull his pants
up, but stood staring, mesmerized by the shapely body of his friend.  As Joe
carefully lowered his panties, Dave and Mike's eyes widened when they saw
his carefully trimmed hair.

"Damn, Joe.  You really are a girl, ain't you," Mike exclaimed.

"I guess I am, Mike, and I'll bet that you are too," Joe said.

"Well, I sure don't look like that," Mike said, pointing to Joe's pubic
area, "and I feel like a man, no matter how small my cock is.  At least I
still have one."

"Don't be so sure," Joe said.

Joe reached down and separated the folds of his genital opening.  A glisten-
ing little nub peeked out as he did so.  He put his finger next to it, and
pointed it out to Mike.

"This is what my penis looks like now, Mike," Joe said, carefully saying
what he thought to be fact.  "It still feels like my cock to me, too, but
it's not a penis, not anymore.  I think my penis has become a clitoris, and
I think yours has too.  It's just a little bigger for some reason."

"I don't know," Mike said, as he watched Joe pull his panties back up.  "I
sure don't feel like a woman.  I feel exactly like a man.  In fact, look at
this."

Mike pointed to his penis, which could now be seen protruding through his
thick hair.  It was erect, and it stood out, ready for action.  It was about
the diameter of a pencil, and maybe an inch and a half long.

"Pull your pants up big guy," Joe said.  "I can still get hardon too.  Tell
me, do you get wet down there when you get a boner?"

"Yeah, I do," Mike said.  "I don't know what causes it though."

"I think it's what happens when a woman gets excited," Joe answered, "and
that's probably what you are now, just like Dave and me."

"Joe, I know something is wrong with me," Mike said, "but look at me.  I
just can't be female.  Not with a body like this."  Mike's words were more
of a question than a statement of fact.

"I don't know, Mike," Joe said.  "I just don't know, but I want both of you
to come with me to the hospital.  My attorney friend Jay Logan put me on to
a guy named Dan McQuire.  He is a lab technician or something, in Forensic
Medicine.  He does things like trace identification from hair, or blood sam-
ples, in homicide cases.  He is working on proving my identification, but
some doctors there want to see me, and run some other tests.  Maybe they'll
be able to help.  I told them I had two friends who also had similar prob-
lems, and they'd like to examine you guys too.  We should go over there this
afternoon if you guy's are free."

"If it'll help get me back to normal, I'll do almost anything," Mike said as
he pulled his sweatpants back up.

Throughout the whole discussion, Dave said little, but watched his friends
as they showed their changed bodies, and discussed what to do about them. 
He finally spoke.

"What can doctors do, Joe?," Dave said.  "Look at me!  I know what I am. 
I'm a fat, dumpy guy with a woman's body; a FAT WOMAN'S body, but I've got a
wife and two kids.  What can the doctors do about that?"  Dave looked like
he might start to cry.

"Dave, I don't know what they might be able to do," Joe said.  "I do think
we should give them a chance to look at our problem though.  If we're stuck
like this, the sooner we know it, the better.  If there is a way out, then
as far as I can see, they'll be the people who can help us find it.  We can
wallow in self pity, but that won't get us back for sure."  Joe tried to
sound confident for his depressed pal.

"When do you guys want to go over to see Dan?," Joe asked.

"Whenever you want, Joe.  I'm ready," Mike said.

"Well, let's get ready then," Joe said.  "Dave, can you find something a
little better to wear?  At least put a tee-shirt on under that blouse, or
something.  Maybe Cindy can help."  Joe tried to get his pal to dress with a
little more pride.

"What's the difference?," Dave said, "I'm just too fat.  I'm a fat, ugly,
woman."

"I don't care what sex you're body is," Joe insisted.  "It's still YOUR
body.  Show a little pride, Dave."  He opened the bedroom door, and walked
out.  Cindy was in the kitchen, and young David was at the table.

"Cindy, would you help Dave find something to wear?," Joe asked.  "I want
him to come along with Mike and me to Hillcrest Hospital to see if they can
do anything for us."

"Joe, I've been trying to get him to wear something more appropriate," Cindy
replied, "but he'll only wear what he has on, or one of his old tee-shirts. 
His pants don't fit at all.  I had those old shorts from when I had Suzie. 
He won't even try anything else."

"Come with me," Joe ordered, and walked back down the hallway, where Mike
and Dave were coming back from the bedroom.  Joe took Dave's arm, and led
him back to the bedroom.  When Cindy came in the room Joe closed the door. 
"Dave, take that shirt off, and pull those shorts down," he insisted.

Dave unbuttoned the blouse, and took it off.  He pulled the shorts over his
big hips and buttocks, and stood there, with nothing on, but men's boxer
shorts.  He was quite a sight, and Joe fought to suppress a grin.

"Cindy, do you have any underwear that will fit this guy?," Joe asked.

Cindy, who was attractive looking, but perhaps a little overweight herself,
went to her dresser.  She rummaged through her drawer until she took a pair
of white cotton panties, and put them on the bed.  She opened another
drawer, and from the back of the drawer selected a white cotton bra.  It
looked too big to fit her, but looked like it might fit her husband.  She
held the up the bra by the back strap.

"This is from before I went on the diet after Suzie," she explained while
her husband just stared.  "It might fit you though."

"Go ahead Dave, try it on," Joe insisted.  "You'll probably appreciate how
it feels if you try it."

"Joe, I don't think I can wear something like that," Dave complained, his
higher voice sounding slightly whiny.

"Why not?," Joe asked, trying to sound authoritative.  "Are you afraid
you'll look like a woman?  No problem, old buddy, you already do, so you
might as well get used to it."

Dave took the bra from his wife, and pulled it around his chest.  Cindy hel-
ped her embarrassed husband put it on, and adjusted the straps to fit his
slightly larger shoulders.  The support made D ave's breasts look much less
saggy.  He shook his chest, feeling the support and comfort the bra provi-
ded.  Dave went to the dresser mirror, and looked at himself.

"See, it's an improvement already," Joe said encouragingly.  He went to the
bed, and picked up the white underpants, holding them out to Dave.  "Okay,
pal, now take off those baggy shorts, and try these."

Dave took the underpants, and held them up by the waist band.  To Joe, they
looked twice as big as the ones he was wearing.  Dave shrugged his shoulders
in resignation, and put them back on the bed.  He then pulled the boxers
down and stepped out of them.  Dave had never seen a large naked woman be-
fore, and was amazed at the size of Dave's large, soft buttocks.  Dave took
the panties from the bed, and stepped into them.  He pulled them up and over
his large butt.  When he had them on, he went the mirror, and looked at him-
self.  Dave watched, as his friend saw himself in women's underwear for the
first time.  He knew what Dave was going through.  Dave just stood there and
stared at himself.  He reached down, and touched the flat area where his
male organ used to be.  Joe remembered how he felt, the first time he saw
himself the same way.  It seemed so much different with the snug fitting
panties on, than even when you were naked, when your pubic hair somewhat hid
y our new contours.

"Cindy, do you think you'd have something to fit this guy?," Joe asked,
breaking the silence, as Dave looked at himself in the mirror.

"I'll see," Cindy answered.  "I might have something from before the diet. 
What do you want, Dave, shorts or a dress?"

Dave stood there.  Cindy repeated her question, and only then did Dave look
at her.  "Ah... I don't know," he said.  "Do you have something like Joe's
wearing?"

"I don't think so, but I'll see what I have," Cindy replied.  She went to
the closet, and soon returned with some pink pants, and a loose fitting pull
over top.

"Pink?  Does it have to be pink?," Dave asked.

"Sorry, it's what I have, and of what I have, I think it's the best thing
for you," Cindy said.  "Try it on."

Dave took the pink pants and pulled them on.  They fit fairly good, only a
little tight across the butt.  He pulled the top over his head, and straigh-
tened it across his chest.  It also fit better than expected.  With Cindy's
old clothes on, Dave looked like a young, plump, woman with a butch haircut.

"Not too bad, old pal," Joe said, putting his hand on his friend's back as
he inspected himself in the mirror.  "Maybe we need to go to spend some time
at the health club, though," 

Dave went to the bedroom door, opened it, and went back out to Mike, who was
sitting on the couch, playing with David.  Mike looked up when Joe came in
and saw Dave in his new clothes.

"Big improvement, Dave," Mike said.  "You kinda looked like a slob before." 
Mike wasn't known for his tact.

"Well, I think we ought to go see Dan Mcquire," Joe said.  "Can I use your
phone, Dave?"

"Sure," Dave answered.

Joe got Dan's phone number from the pocket of his jumpsuit, and punched it
into the phone.  Almost immediately, the phone was answered.  It was Dan.

"Forensic," the voice on the other end said.

"Dan?," Joe said.  "Joe here.  Joe Bates."

"Hi, Joe.  What Can I do for you?," Dan asked.

"Dan, I'm at my friends house," Joe replied.  "I'm with the other two guy's
who are having the same problem I am.  Can we come over and see you?"

"Absolutely!," Dan answered.  "There are some people here who can't wait to
examine you guys.  I'll call the doctors now.  When can you get here?"

"We're getting ready to go right now," Joe replied.  "About thirty to forty
minutes should do it."

"See you soon then," Dan said, and hung up.

"How do we want to go?," Joe asked.  "Do you guy's want to each drive over
separately, or does anybody want to ride with me?"

"I don't want to drive looking like this," Dave insisted.  "I'll ride with
you."

They all went out to the driveway.  Mike's big 4WD pickup was parked behind
Joe's car.  Mike got in and started his engine while Dave and Joe got belted
in.  They backed out, and Mike followed Joe to the hospital.

When they arrived, Joe led his strange crew directly to Dan's office.  Dan
was there waiting.  He introduced himself and Joe presented his two shy bud-
dies.

"Well, I guess we might as well go upstairs and meet the Dr. Krell, and Dr.
Loe.  They're sure anxious to meet the three of you," Dan said, after shak-
ing hands with Dave and Mike.

They followed Dan to the elevator, and rode it to the forth floor.  There
Dan took them down a long hall, and into some offices.  They sat down in
some chairs, as Dan talked to the receptionist or secretary behind a desk. 
In minutes, they w ere all asked to come to the next room.  There, they met
a small man, with thick glasses.  Dan introduced him as Dr. Krell, and de-
scribed his as a specialist in gender and genetic research.

"I'm pleased to meet you Dave, Joe, and ah... Mike, is it?," Dr. Krell said,
smiling.  "Don't worry about a thing, I'm not sure what is going on here,
but we are learning new things concerning genetics every day, and I'm cer-
tain we can come up with some answers in your case."

Joe could see Dr. Krell looking each of them over very carefully.  He sort
of felt like a lab specimen, as the little man inspected him and his
friends.

"I have been looking at the records of Joe Bates," Dr. Krell went on.  "I
don't have anything on you two," he said, looking at Mike and Dave.

"I just found out about them this morning," Dan said.  "I'll take them, and
get their records, as soon as you're done with them."

"I would like to work with err... Mr. Bates here," Dr. Krell said.  "You may
take the others, and get them to fill out the paperwork to get their re-
cords.  I'll see each of you in a little while."

Dan got up, and Mike, and a nervous Dave Skinner, followed him back to his
office.

Dr. Krell looked at carefully at Joe.  He made Joe a little nervous.  Dr.
Krell saw Joe's concern, and attempted to reassure him.  "Relax, Joe," the
little man said.  "I won't harm you, and we just might be able to help."

"I'm okay," Joe said.  "I just wish I knew what was going on here."

"You are an engineer, is that right?," Dr. Krell asked him.

"Yes, I'm an electrical design engineer, and I work for Honeybone Avionics,"
Joe volunteered.

"Well then, you might understand that there are methods that we must use, or
follow, which are necessary to eliminate as many variables as possible," Dr.
Krell went on.  "I think you realize that we don't really know what has
caused your condition, but if we can figure that out, it might be possible
to reverse it.  The state of the art in genetic engineering is probably the
fastest advancing area of biological science these days.  I hope we can help
you, but I'm sure YOU can help us."

"Will I ever get back to normal, Doc?," Joe asked.  "What are the odds?"

"It is far too early to tell, Joe," Dr. Krell explained.  "We want to give
you a complete examination, to find out the extent of the changes."

"I'm ready for whatever you need to do," Joe said.

"Good.  That's good," the doctor went on.  "Did Mr. Mcquire tell you the
results of your blood group?"

"No, I don't think so, he said the results would be in soon," Joe replied.

"Well, they're in, and they are VERY interesting," Dr. Krell said.  "Mr.
Bates, the DNA tests show your chromosomes to be female.  You have the nor-
mal XX cell structure of a normal genetic female.  However, your blood shows
an extremely high levels of testosterone for a female.  If it has always
been at these levels, I would expect you to exhibit masculine secondary
characteristics."

Joe looked at Dr. Krell in confusion.  "Exhibit masculine secondary
characteristics?," he said.  "Doctor Krell, five days ago, I was a MAN. 
That's about as PRIMARY as it gets.  I think you'll find, if you'll read my
records, that I fathered a child when I was seventeen.  I'm not a girl who's
changing into a man.  I'm a guy, who woke up Friday morning with female
body."  Joe was irritated, and it was starting to show.

"Joe, calm down, calm down," Dr. Krell said.  "I have read your records, and
I know your history.  I'm just stating the facts as they appear.  No matter
what you have been, if your body and blood chemistry stay as it is, you will
surely begin to develop, or redevelop the secondary sexual characteristics
of a male.  That is, increased facial and body hair, upper body muscular
development, and other changes.  Perhaps you have already experienced one or
more of them.  That's why we need to conduct a complete physical examina-
tion.  To find out what's going on."

Joe sat back in his chair, and tried to relax.  He was worried that the
specialists wouldn't understand his problem, and was probably a little
"spring-loaded" for confrontation.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Krell," Joe said, with resignation.  "I'm ready for whatever
you've got."

"I'll call Dr. Hopkins," Dr. Krell said.  "He's expecting you, so I don't
think you will have to wait long.  He will be conducting the physical exam-
ination.  Are you ready for it?"  Dr. Krell looked at Joe, as if to see his
reaction.

"I guess so" Joe said.  "I just had a class two flight last month."

"I doubt you've ever had one like this, Joe," Dr. Krell said, smiling.  "Dr.
Hopkins is a gynecologist.  He's anxious to do a full pelvic examination on
you."

The muscles in Joe's crotch tensed as he heard the little doctor say those
words.  He had almost forgotten that he was different now, much different in
some places, and a physical for a woman included an internal examination. 
He hadn't thought about that, until now.  He wondered what it would feel
like, and if it would hurt.

"Don't worry, Joe," Dr. Krell said.  "Dr. Hopkins is very skillful, and he
won't harm you in any way, and we might even find out what is causing your
symptoms," Dr. Krell saw Joe's apprehension, and was trying to arrest his
fears.  He picked up a phone on the desk, and punched a three digit number. 
He spoke into the phone.  "Our patient is ready, Karen," he said.  "Okay,
we'll be down in ten minutes."  He put the phone back on the desk.  "They'll
be ready for you in ten minutes," Dr. Krell repeated.

"Okay, then," Joe said.

"Tell me, Joe, did you put the makeup on, or did someone help you" Dr. Krell
asked, as if to make small talk.

"Linda, my err... fiance... was my fiance, is helping me to cope with the
situation," Joe explained.

"Well, you are certainly attractive," Dr. Krell said.  "If you don't mind me
voicing a personal opinion.  You seem to handle the change extremely well."

"I'm getting used to it, a little, I guess," Joe said.  "It's almost possi-
ble to forget it happened, sometimes, but only for a few minutes.  looking
at myself in the mirror is even a strange sensation, I don't know If I could
ever get used to looking like this."  Joe cupped one of his breasts with his
hand.

"It must be quite a change," the doctor agreed.  "I don't know how I would
handle something like that if it happened to me.  Are you experiencing any
health problems?"

"No, I don't think so," Joe said.  "I haven't gotten used to being wet prac-
tically all the time, and I guess... Well, horny... err... I just get turned
on from almost anything anymore.  I don't have much to see, but I've had
more erections, that's what they feel like, than I ever had before, even
when I was seventeen."

"Interesting," Dr. Krell said.  "It's possible the high levels of testoster-
one in your system has played havoc with your metabolism.  That could ac-
count for the increased libido.  Of course, the wetness is the result of
sexual excitement.  It would follow that if you had an erection, as you call
it, you might now also experience vaginal lubrication.  It's a natural fe-
male reaction to sexual stimulation."

"I know what you mean," Joe agreed.  "I guess I didn't realize women went
around with wet underpants, or worse, when they get excited."  Joe grinned
at the little doctor.

"With the levels of male hormone in your system, it's understandable that
you might excite easily," Dr.

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 Krell said.  "Tell me, what causes the excite-
ment?  Is it women?  Men?  How do you feel about your fiance, since the
change?  Forgive the personal questions, Joe, but I have never experienced a
subject who made the transition from male to female, completely, and appar-
ently fully functioning, in one day.  I've worked with a few male to female
transsexual patients, but for them, the transition literally takes years,
and the result, while sometimes amazing, is nothing like your situation. 
Even your DNA indicates that you are female."  Dr. Krell could scarcely con-
tain his interest in Joe's malady.

"Well, doctor, the first thing you have to remember, is that this is Mon-
day," Joe said.  "Last Thursday, I was a thirty year old MAN.  I went to
work, flew an airplane for about two hours, went to the health club, played
racquetball with a buddy of mine, and then picked up my girlfriend, and
spent the evening discussing getting married.  That was four days ago, and I
still totally remember what it was like.  I still appreciate a good looking
woman, and now it's awful easy to see m ore of them than ever before.  You
wouldn't believe it.  Well, maybe you would.  You're a doctor."  Joe grinned
at Dr. Krell as he spoke.

"How about men?  Have your feelings toward men changed in any way?," the Dr.
asked.

"I'd like to say no, absolutely not, but actually, I'm not really sure," Joe
admitted to the doctor things he didn't want to admit to himself.  "My sen-
ses seem sharper now.  I feel things differently.  I smell things I never
did before.  My own sweaty tee-shirt, from before the change, gave me the
strangest feeling.  I don't know if it was sexual, but it could have been,"

"Interesting," was all Dr. Krell said to that revelation.

"When you look like this, it's impossible to relate to men the same way as
before," Joe said, thinking of his experience with his best friend, Jay. 
"I've tried, but it just doesn't work."

"I think we can go down now," Dr. Krell said, and got up from behind his
desk.  "If you don't mind, I'd like to observe the examination."

"No, I guess not.  Sure.  Some on," Joe said nervously.  He was actually
somewhat glad Dr. Krell would be there.  He liked the little man, and felt
he could trust him.  He didn't know what was going to happen next, and felt
he knew him, even though they had just met.  He followed Dr. Krell out the
door.  Even with his smaller body, he was maybe six inches taller than the
doctor.  They got on the elevator and rode down one floor.

The door opened, and Dr. Krell went out and Joe almost had to run to keep up
with him.  They entered some doors, which were painted with the words OB-
STETRICS AND GYNECOLOGY.  As a single male, Joe had never been in a place
like this before .  He could feel his heart pound as he stood at the desk
behind Dr. Krell.  The Dr. said something to an attractive nurse behind the
desk, and she immediately got up and motioned for them both to follow.  She
lead them to an examining room.  It had a chair, a stool, a table, the type
with stirrups, and a cabinet full of paraphernalia.  There was a paper cover
on the table, and on the end, the paper was stained with a few drops of what
looked like blood.  The nurse spotted the soiled paper, an d pulled it down,
and ripped it off, creating a clean cover.  The nurse the went to a drawer,
and removed a hospital type smock, the kind that is open in the back.  She
gave it to Joe, and told him to undress, pointing to a small clothes tree in
t he corner, which had three hangers on it.  Then, she and Dr. Krell left
the room.

Joe unzipped his jumpsuit, and sat on the stool at the end of the table.  He
removed his Reboks, and socks.  He quickly slipped out of the jumpsuit, and
felt very cold standing in his underwear.  He looked at the little smock,
and had to suppress a laugh.  Even with his smaller size, it was far to
small to cover much of his bottom half, and his rear end would be completely
uncovered.  "Right," he thought.

He removed his bra, and slipped out of his panties.  He put the little smock
on, and wondered what to do next.  He decided to sit on the edge of the
table.  He hoisted his butt up, and was looking at the stirrups, when he
heard a quick knock on the door.  Before he could even acknowledge, a hand-
some man of about forty years, entered the little room, followed by the
tall, dark-blond-haired, nurse, and Dr. Krell.

Joe sat there, extremely self conscious.  Dr. Krell spoke.

"Joe Bates, this is Doctor Joe Hopkins.  Joe, meet Joe," Dr. Krell said,
smiling broadly at his little attempt at humor.

"Hi, Doctor Hopkins," Joe said.  Try as he might, he couldn't forget he was
sitting in a room, with two men and a woman, almost naked, his butt hanging
out from the little smock.

"Hello, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said in a rather deep voice.  "I hear you've had a
very interesting weekend."

"Yeah, it's been a grin a minute," Joe snapped back.

"How about standing right here, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said.  "Maybe we can fig-
ure out what's going on with you."

Joe stood before the big man.  Dr. Hopkins took each of Joe's arms and look-
ed at them, one at a time.  He looked at his hands, his elbows, and took a
small light, and looked into his eyes, and ears.  He turned him facing away
from him, and thumped, and pressed on his back in various places.  So far,
it was familiar to Joe.

"Please remove the smock," Dr. Bates said.

Joe untied the little tie behind his neck, and pulled the cloth off of him. 
He stood there, naked, and could feel the warmth as he blushed from showing
his body to these strangers.  He moved his leg to cover his genitalia, em-
barrassed by Linda's trim job on his pubic hair.  No one in the room seemed
to notice, however.

Dr. Hopkins firmly pressed Joe's breasts between his fingers.  He used
enough force that the slight pain it caused made Joe wince.

"Does that hurt?," Dr. Hopkins asked.

"A little," Joe replied.  "They seem a little sensitive to me."

"More than normal?," the doctor asked, and then grinned when he realized
what he said.

"They've felt the same ever since I've been like this," Joe said.

Dr. Hopkins looked carefully at Joe's nipples, and felt each of his breasts,
apparently feeling for lumps.  It felt strange to Joe, to have such big,
strong, hands feeling the soft, sensitive areas of his body.

"Please sit on the end of the table please," Dr. Hopkins said.

The nurse went to a small cabinet, and took out some metal tools.  She lay
them on a towel placed on a small rolling table.  Joe looked at the things
on the table, but didn't recognize the stainless steel, and white plastic
tools on the table.  Dr. Hopkins went to the table, and took some surgical
latex gloves from a box on the table.  He carefully put them on.  When he
had them on the way he wanted, he picked up a shiny metal tool which looked
sort of like a huge cork remover with elongated spoons on the end.  He held
it up for Joe to examine.  Joe noticed that there were two of them, and he
picked up the larger of the two.

"Joe, this is called a speculum," Dr. Hopkins said.  "I use this to do the
internal examination."  He moved the control on the end, and the "spoons" on
the end, spread apart.  Joe cringed as he thought about where that thing was
going.  It seemed far too big to fit inside him.

The nurse adjusted the table so that there was a slight tilt upward to the
head end.  Then she pulled Joe back so that he was laying back on the table,
tilted.  She covered his body with a small green sheet.  The warmth felt
comforting to Joe, but he just knew everyone in the room must be able to
hear his heart pounding.  The nurse pulled out and adjusted the metal stir-
rups and then placed Joe's feet in them.  It was not uncomfortable, but it
did seem strange.  Suddenly, Joe felt the end of the table, the part under
his upper legs, go down, as Dr. Hopkins folded it down.  Joe's butt was now
at the very edge of the table, but the weight of his legs was taken up by
the stirrups.  Next, Joe felt cool air on his bottom as Dr. Hopkins, and the
nurse adjusted the sheet so that his bottom half was exposed.  Joe couldn't
see much, since the sheet concealed what was happening from his view.

Joe felt a hand touch his crotch.  He felt smooth fingers touching his geni-
tal area, as Dr. Hopkins examined it with firm but gentle touches.  He could
feel his labia being spread wider than he had ever done, and he felt his
penis, or clitoris now, being examined.  Suddenly the touching stopped, and
Joe thought, and hoped, it was over.  Then, from over the sheet, Joe could
see Dr. Hopkins take a speculum, the smaller one this time, and put some K-Y
jelly from a large tube, on the spoons.  He held the spoons in his hand mo-
mentarily, perhaps to warm them.  Then, Joe could feel the speculum as Dr.
Hopkins placed it at the entrance to his vaginal opening.  Dr. Hopkins
swiftly, but gently, maneuvered the metal device, until Joe could more sense
rather than feel, that it was deep inside him.  Suddenly there was a very
noticeable pain, as the speculum was spread.  Joe never felt more vulnerable
in his life.

As he lay there, covered with a sheet, Joe was unable to see what was being
done to him, but was feeling a slight pain, as the metal object in his
crotch was moved around.  Joe began to think about something he had read
somewhere, that some women tended to develop special feelings for their doc-
tors.  Now, Joe could understand why.  These guys saw things, and knew
things about your body, that you couldn't even see yourself.  It was almost
like you were dependent on them to tell you that you were normal.  He never
felt that way about his male body.  This one was far more complicated, it
seemed, You even needed a specialist, just to check it out.

Suddenly, Joe felt the speculum collapse, and withdraw from his bottom.  The
stretching it had done made him feel strange in that area, even with the
tool removed.  Before Joe was recovered from the quick removal of the specu-
lum, he felt a finger in his genital opening.  "What the heck is going on
now?," he thought.

Dr. Hopkins felt around inside Joe, pressing on his abdomen with his other
hand as he did so.  Joe could feel him pressing on his bladder, and for a
moment had a strong urge to urinate.  Then the hand on his abdomen went to
his bottom, and he felt Dr. Hopkins insert a finger in his other opening. 
He probed and felt around, and Joe found it very uncomfortable.  Then the
hands and fingers were gone, and Joe could see Dr. Hopkins remove the sur-
gical gloves and toss them into a covered waste can.

"You can dress now, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said as he took a clipboard, and star-
ted writing on it.

The tall nurse helped Joe up, and held the sheet as he turned and stepped
off the table.  She gave Joe a box of large, soft tissues.

"You can use these if you need them," she said, and she followed Doctors
Hopkins and Krell out of the examining room.

Joe sat there, wrapped in the small green sheet, his crotch feeling like it
had been ripped apart.  He pulled the sheet away, and looked at the tender
area.  His genitalia and pubic hair was smeared with the lubricating jelly
that Dr. Hopkins used.  Joe looked at the table, where he had been sitting
and saw a spot of blood on the paper.  "No wonder," Joe thought.  He took a
tissue, and began cleaning himself up, wiping the jelly from his pubic area,
and found a slight trace of blood around his sore, and abused, genital open-
ing.

Joe went to the clothes tree, and took his underwear from the hook.  He pul-
led his panties on, and felt a slight twinge of pain as he moved his legs
with the snug fitting panty on, but he felt better, more secure, or, less
exposed.  He put the bra on, and slipped into his jumpsuit.  He wondered if
he should leave the room, and decided to wait where he was for further in-
structions.  Joe sat in the chair, and squirmed around to find a position
that didn't hurt his ailing bottom.  He h ad just found a comfortable posi-
tion, when the nurse knocked, and immediately entered.

"If you're dressed, Dr. Hopkins would like you to come to his office," she
said, smiling.  "Did you have everything you need to clean up?  There's a
bathroom right inside that door."  She pointed at a door as Joe followed her
down the short hall.

"I think I'm okay," Joe said.  "Kinda sore though."

"Yeah, it's a little painful the first time," the nurse said.

Joe followed her back to her desk, and then into an office on the side of
what must have been a reception and waiting area for a number of doctors. 
Now, five or six women sat in the couches that lined the walls, apparently
waiting their turn for what Joe just received.

Dr. Hopkins was at his desk when Joe entered.  Dr. Krell was sitting in one
of the chairs in front of the desk, and they were engaged in discussion. 
Dr. Hopkins motioned for Joe to sit down in the other empty seat.  He did,
but wiggled around, trying to get comfortable.  His underwear seemed to ride
up, or something, and amplified his minor discomfort.

"Is there a problem Joe?," Dr. Hopkins asked.

"Well, doc, I guess I'm a little sore from your inspection," Joe said, with
a slight grin.

"I'm sorry, but I was as careful as I could be," Dr. Hopkins said.

"Any news?," Joe asked.  He wondered what the results might be.

"Well, Joe," Dr. Hopkins said, "I don't know how you feel about this, but my
examination reveals that you seem to be a normal, healthy, mature female.  I
see from your records, that your are thirty years old.  I must say, you cer-
tainly don't look that old, externally, or internally.  Your pelvic examina-
tion is somewhat unusual.  Internally, your condition is more like fifteen
to eighteen years old, rather than thirty.  Your uterus is perfect, and
pink, like a young girl just out of adolescence.  Your breast development is
normal female, with some slight stretching of the epidermis.  I suppose that
is because of the extremely rapid growth.  Overnight, I understand?"

"I didn't notice anything when I went to bed, and I looked like this when I
woke up," Joe said.  "Can you do anything for me?"

"What do you like us to do?," Dr. Hopkins asked, watching Joe's reaction.

"I don't know.  I feel like I'm still a man, but I sure can't resume my nor-
mal activities, looking like this.  Do I have to remain female?," Joe asked
the ultimate question.

"Well, Joe," Dr. Krell began, "you have probably heard of surgical proced-
ures to change the bodies physical appearance to that of the other sex. 
After hormone therapy, usually lasting a year or more, it is possible to
alter the appearance of the genitalia, so that it has the appearance of the
desired sex.  For a biological male who has the need and desire to have a
female appearing body, the results are often amazing.  It can sometimes even
fool a doctor.  However, for a biological female who wishes to be male, the
surgical procedure is far from perfect.  Any penis created is basically non-
functional, with little or no sensation.  There is no natural erectile func-
tioning, and it's difficult to make it function even for urination, since it
is often prone to infection.  Many patients don't even elect genital surg-
ery, but settle for hysterectomy, and mastectomy.  Hormone therapy will of-
ten give a satisfactory outward male appearance, however.  For you, who ac-
tually have experienced a complete, functioning male body, I think you would
be very disappointed with any result, no matter how it would turn out."

"So I'm stuck being female, unless I want to become a hermaphrodite?," Joe
asked, wondering if he really understood what Dr. Krell had just said.

"Well, Joe, I wouldn't word it like that," Dr. Krell went on, "but I guess
that's one way of describing it.  I don't think you would be happy with the
result.  I know it isn't easy, but you seem to be adapting to what has hap-
pened to you very well.  I don't think it would be any easier for you, if
you would elect gender reassignment."

"So you guy's think I should stay like this, huh?," Joe asked, a strange
feeling coming over him.  His face tingled as he considered his options.

Female... He had lived four days like this so far.  Sometimes, it wasn't so
bad, but to stay like this?  Could he handle it?  On the other hand, to look
like a guy, but not have a penis, or at least a functioning penis.  Hell, he
might still have to sit down to pee.  He thought of the feelings, the sen-
sations of being with Linda, but then, he still had that.  It was different,
for sure, but in many ways, even better.  He didn't know.

"Can I get pregnant?," Joe asked.

"I haven't done any testing for fertility, but I suspect you very likely
could," Dr. Hopkins said.  "I believe you are now a mature and functioning
female, and as such, you'd better use adequate contraception if you should
choose to become sexually active.  By the way, your hymen is intact.  I had
to stretch it a bit during the examination, but I believe it remained in-
tact."

"You mean I'm a virgin?," Joe asked.  He had never thought about that.

"Well, I don't know about that," Dr Hopkins answered, chuckling, "but your
pelvic exam showed an intact hymen.  That's not too common for a woman of
your age.  I have a question for you too."

"Sure, what?," Joe asked.

"Was your penis circumcised?," Dr. Hopkins asked.

"Well... Yeah, why do you ask?," Joe was curious why he wanted to know.

"Well, I observed some unusual scar tissue around your clitoral area," Dr.
Hopkins said.  "I had never seen that before, but we decided that it might
be carryover from penile circumcision.  I don't think anyone on record has
ever experienced what you have."

"Will it cause problems for me?," Joe asked.

"If it doesn't hurt, or cause irritation, I doubt it," Dr. Hopkins answered. 
"Physically, your clitoris is missing the little hood, called the prepuce,
that it normally would retract into, or under.  The extra exposure may cause
discomfort during intercourse, or when wearing tight clothes.  I don't know. 
Since you've always been like this, since the change, you may not notice
anything at all.  Cosmetically, I doubt anyone but a gynecologist, maybe a
sharp general practitioner, would even notice.  I wouldn't worry about it."

Joe thought about what he looked like in the hand mirror; the little sensi-
tive bundle of flesh at the top of his opening.  Linda didn't look like
that, but he decided it was probably the least of his problems.

"What about my life, my job?," Joe asked.  "Hell, I'm a thirty year old man,
an engineer, and a pilot.  All my records, my identification, show me to be
male.  What can I do about that?"  He didn't know what he wanted to do, but
he knew he needed more information.

"Don't worry about that, Joe," Dr. Krell assured him.  "Whatever you choose
to do, it will be possible to change you records, even your birth certifi-
cate, if you need it.  I'm not sure about your military records, however."

"So what do I do next?," Joe asked.  He hadn't known what to expect, but he
had more questions now, than answers.

"Well, I think we need to find out what has caused these symptoms in you,
and your two friends," Dr. Krell said.  "We'd like to run more tests on you,
perhaps we could get you to come to San Diego where there are more facili-
ties to research your condition."

"What can you do there that you can't do here?," Joe asked.

"I don't really know if there is anything, anyone can do for you, Joe," Dr.
Krell said, "but we need to find out just what has happened, and just what
caused it.  Then we might, and it would be a big might, we might be able to
somehow reverse your condition.  If we were to alter your appearance with
surgery, I don't think you would be pleased with the result, and it would
surely leave you disfigured, if we did find a way reverse whatever happened
to you.  If you possibly can, I advise that you try to live with what you
now have, at least for a while.  I realize it isn't easy, but none of your
other options are either.  I would recommend that you consult a therapist,
if you're having any difficulty coping with the changes.  I might add, you
seem to be doing quite well, so far."

"If I decide to stay this way, at least for now, what will I have to do to
get my records changed?," Joe asked.

"If you will come to my office in San Diego, I have all the information you
need, and there is a group of people to help, who are familiar with the
legal requirements for Arizona," Dr. Krell replied.

"How did they get familiar with my requirements already?," Joe asked, as far
as he knew, he was the first person he ever heard of with his problem.

"You might be surprised at the number of gender dysphoric persons who elect
gender reassignment," Dr. Krell answered.  "Only, they take years to get
where you are now, but then they face the same obstacles, after the reas-
signment surgery.  We see well over a hundred every year."

It had never really occurred to Joe there were people on the street, maybe
people he knew, who had once been a different sex.  He didn't think he had
ever seen anyone like that.  He felt sorry for anyone who felt they had such
a problem, since he now knew what it was like to have the wrong body.

"I didn't realize there were that many people who changed their sex," Joe
said.  "I wonder why I've never seen any of them."

"How do you know you haven't?," Dr. Krell said.  "I know of at least one
that you've seen."

"Really, I sure don't remember seeing anyone like that," Joe said, slightly
amazed.

"I wouldn't say anything, but I know she won't mind.  I know you've met Dr.
Hopkins nurse, Karen Simpson," Dr. Krell said with a grin.  "When I first
met her, her name was Kieth.  That was just four years ago."

Joe was shocked, and impressed.  He had never even considered that the tall,
friendly, and very attractive nurse could have been anything but a natural
woman.  She looked, walked, and even sounded, like any other good looking
female.  So she was once a guy too.

"YOU made him... err... her look like THAT?," Joe asked incestuously.

"Well, I helped HER get her body in line with what she considers to be HER
normal gender," Dr. Krell said proudly.  "Hormones did most of the work, and
a morning on the operating table did the rest.  I didn't make her a woman, I
just helped her to get a woman's body."  He was obviously proud of his work.

"But you can't do anything like that for me, huh?," Joe asked.

"Joe, I think I could make you pass as a man in public," Dr. Krell answered,
"but I am sure that you would not be pleased with the cosmetic, and func-
tion, of the phaloplasty.  It is just a lot harder to create working male
parts, and you had a real penis, so you would be expecting something like
that, and that I absolutely cannot give you.  Again, I recommend that you
try to live with what you've got.  If it becomes intolerable, then let's
talk about alternatives," Dr. Krell smiled as he spoke.

"Well, maybe that's what I have to do," Joe said.  "I'll give it a shot."

"Good choice," Dr. Krell said.  "Now, I think we need to call your employer,
what is it... Honeybone Electronics?"

"That's Honeybone Avionics," Joe said, correcting him.  "We design, and man-
ufacture aviation electronics of all types, navigation radios, computers,
flight management systems, and a lot of other stuff for Civil and Military
aviation."  He was trying to figure out who to call.

"If you will give me the number, I'll call them, and explain what we need
from them," Dr. Krell said.

Joe gave him the switchboard number, and told Dr. Krell to ask for Jim Math-
eney, his supervisor.  Dr. Krell dialed the number, and in a few moments, he
was talking to Jim Matheney.

"Good morning, Mr, Matheney, my name is Dr. Benjamin Krell," he said.  "I
have three of your employees here at the hospital, and we have uncovered
some unusual symptoms in them, and I feel that the problems may be job rela-
ted.  I hope you can help us figure out what is wrong with them."

"That really is understating the problem," Joe thought, "but maybe that's
the best way to start."

"Yes, sir, that's who it is," Dr. Krell said into the phone, "and I would
prefer not to explain their symptoms over the phone.  Yes, sir, it would be
good if you could come here, to Hillcrest.  Yes, Dr. Krell, forth floor. 
Two o'clock this afternoon would be fine.  See you after lunch then.  Bye." 
Dr. Krell had quickly started the ball rolling.

Just as Dr. Krell hung up the phone, there was a knock on his office door. 
"Come in," Dr. Krell said.  The door opened, and nurse Karen Simpson looked
in.

"Dr. Krell, the other two patients are here from downstairs," she said,
smiling.  Joe looked carefully at her, and was trying to imagine her as a
man.  He couldn't.  Dr. Krell saw him staring at the nurse.

"Please have them wait outside for a moment," Dr. Krell told her.  Joe con-
tinued to watch her, and it was slightly obvious he was curious.  "Karen, do
you have plans for lunch?," Dr. Krell asked the nurse.

"Not really, I thought I'd just go out, maybe over to Wendy's for a salad. 
It seems I really have to watch my calories," she said with a quick grin.

"Well, Joe here is free for a couple of hours," Dr. Krell said, "and I think
he wouldn't mind buying you lunch.  I've told him a little about you, and I
think you two might have something in common."  It was plain that he and
Karen had a mutual admiration for each other.

"Sure Joe, let's go, if you're ready," she said, holding out her hand in a
greeting.  "My name is Karen Simpson.  I've read your records, so I know
you're Joe Bates."

Karen and Joe shook hands like two guy's meeting for the first time.  Joe
liked the pretty nurse the first time he saw her, a now that he knew her
unusual past, he wanted to get to know her.  As he stood next to her, he saw
that she was even a little taller than he was.

"Nice to meet you Karen, let's get something to eat," Joe said, as they wal-
ked out the door.

"Be sure to be back by one thirty, Joe," Dr. Krell ordered as they went out
the door.

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