We had left the Galapagos Islands for our next destination, a small atoll in the South Pacific, in order to complete our research assignment. Our research of tropical and sub-tropical plants and trees was the culmination of our senior year at UCLA. All four of us, Jerry Thomas, Kevin Benning, Ricky Taylor, and myself, Dave Johnson, were on the last week of our three week tour. Hopefully, we would all be back in LA by the following week. That would give us two months to prepare our thesis in order to graduate in June. This trip had cost our parents a great deal of money, but they knew the importance of real hands-on experience and hadn't baulked at the opportunity. The university had arranged for the unescorted tour through the Life Sciences Department. Other than the tedium of the work, we had all had a very enjoyable time on the trip so far. I looked back out the window and watched as the sun cleared the horizon on it's skyward trek for the day.

I leaned back in the uncomfortable seat and closed my eyes, trying to rest like the others. I was anxious to get home and thoughts of my girlfriend, Linda, came to mind. She was a senior also and I missed her alot. We were planning on getting married in the fall and I spent the next few minutes thinking of her. I was just getting a good mental picture of her in her bikinii when I heard the otherwise monotone drone of the engines miss a beat.

I sat up straight in my seat and looked out the window at the engine mounted on the left wing. I noticed a large streak of oil covering the cowling and spreading towards the back of the engine in the slipstream. I looked back into the cabin in time to see the others coming awake and staring about, questioning looks on their faces. Jerrys' eyes were wide with fright as he looked at me.

"What's going on!?", he blurted out.

I shrugged and looked back out to the engine, now covered with oil, and then back to Jerry. He looked downright petrified. He hated to fly and it seemed that his (and my) worst fears were coming true.

I looked towards the cockpit where only a small curtain separated the pilot from the rest of the cabin. Kevin pulled it open and asked the pilot, a small man of about forty, what was happening. The pilot said something excitedly in Spanish and then closed the curtain again. He seemed to have his hands full and the worried expression I glimpsed on his face didn't give me alot of hope.

The left engine sputtered a few more times as we all looked out the window at it and then I could see the propellor slow down and come to a stop, it's three blades flat against the wind. By now, we were all exchanging terrified looks and wondering if the airplane could make it on one engine. We didn't have to wait long for an answer. The prop hadn't feathered properly and the extra drag it now produced was too much for the other engine to compensate for. Looking down at the ocean below, it became apparent that it was getting closer by the minute.

Kevin opened the curtain to the cockpit again and tried to get the pilots attention. The man seemed to be wrestling with the wheel and wasn't interested in Kevins' anxious questions. I didn't think he was going to be any help in explaining what was going on. Besides, it was all to evident what was about to happen.

We all looked back out the window and watched the water come up to meet us. A minute or so before it seemed evident that we were going to ditch, we buckled into our seats and located the raft in the back behind the last row of seats. Jerry and Ricky pulled it out into the aisle and we sat back, waiting for the inevitable. I thought for a moment about what the headlines would say. 'Four UCLA Seniors, aged 22, Die in Plane Crash'. The look of terror on the faces of my friends was the last thing I saw before we hit the water.

I came to, lying face up in the small raft. The first thing I saw was Jerry, looking out over the water with an excited expression on his face. I glanced around the raft and saw that Kevin and Ricky were sitting on the side of the raft like Jerry, both of them pointing in the direction that Jerry was looking. I leaned up on my elbows, a little dizzy from a knock on the head and tried to peer over the side of the raft. I noticed that the pilot was conspicuously missing.

I couldn't see over the side of the 12' inflatable raft so I took quick stock of myself. I didn't feel too bad. No broken bones. Just a bump on my forehead and a little nausea. I looked back towards Jerry and saw him looking at me.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, buddy!", he exclaimed with a smile.

I thought it unusual for him to smile in our current predicament, but it soon became clear why he was excited.

I reached for my head and then asked, "How long have I been out?"

He helped me into a sitting position and said, "About an hour. We were a little worried about you, Dave. But Kevin insisted that all you had was a minor concussion." I looked over to see Kevin and Ricky smiling at me as Jerry said, "It seems he was right." Then he hesitated and asked, "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine except for a little headache." I replied. "What was all the excitement I saw when I came to?"

Jerry looked back over the side of the raft and then back at me. I noticed the other two were looking out again.

"We seem to be drifting close to a small island. It's only about a half-mile away.", he said excidedly. Then he added, "I could have sworn it wasn't there a little while ago. We've all been keeping watch for signs of a search, even though it's probably too soon for that." He had a look of concern on his youthful face and I knew he was puzzled by the islands sudden appearance.

I lifted my head up and looked out in the direction they had been pointing and could see a wide beach that stretched for about a half-mile around the visible parts of the island. It was apparent that it was only about a mile wide and we couldn't see how long it might be from our viewpoint. There didn't seem to be anybody living there. At least not from where we were.

I looked back at Jerry and asked the question that I had been holding back.

"Where's the pilot? And how about the plane?"

Jerry just looked down and replied, "He died in the plane. It went under so fast." He looked up at me and smiled a little, "We almost coudn't get you out in time, buddy. The door didn't open very much and it was a chore to get you out before the plane sank." Then he looked at Kevin and said, "Kevin got the raft inflated right away, good thing he's a strong swimmer. Then Ricky and I pulled you out. Kevin dove under once to look for the pilot, but he was still buckled into the pilots seat and we couldn't get in the windows." He smiled weakly and then looked back towards the shore.

Kevin looked at me and said, "We should make the shore in just a little while, then we'll be OK."

Ricky had been strangely quiet. He looked at me once, but didn't say anything. His hopefull expression had changed when Jerry had commented on how it didn't look like the island was inhabited. Now he sat on the side of the raft, his head bowed.

I wasn't too worried at the time. I had noticed the box of provisions in the center of the raft and knew that, other than needing more fresh water, we would be alright for several days at least. And we were young, healthy guys. We would survive.

Kevin was the biggest among us. He stood about 6'2'' tall, good build, about 180 pounds. His red hair gave away his Irish background and his handsome face seemed to be always smiling. He looked at the positive side of things.

Ricky and I were about the same size. Both about 5'11" and 160 pounds. The only difference was that he had brown hair and mine was blond. Jerry was a little shorter than us, about 5'10" tall and maybe 155 pounds. His dark hair was always neat and trimmed.

I looked back to the island and saw that we were nearly there. Feeling better after a sip of water from the canteen, I sat up on the edge of the raft and watched the shore draw close. It was a little strange the way the sea calmed down as we neared the sandy beach. The swells had been about six feet when I had woken up, lifting us up and down quite a bit. Now there didn't seem to be anything more than a gentle roll as we approached the island. I didn't dwell on it though, I was only thankful that it would be an easy task to get on dry land.

One thing that didn't hit me until later, though. It had been chilly when I woke up. Even under the clear, morning sky. Not uncommon in the cold waters that came up from the south of the equator in this region. Most people think it's always warm around this area. But the Western South Pacific can be a cold place this time of year. My studies had taught us that, as well as our own first hand experience. But now, as we drew the raft up onto the beach, I noticed that it was at least ten degrees warmer, making it about room temperature. But, happy to be alive and on firm ground, I didn't say anything.

We brought the raft and our provisions up to the top of the beach, about 50 yards from the water, and sat down under a eucalyptus tree. We looked around and saw nothing but the beach in front of us and a forest behind us, though we couldn't see very far into it. The ground seemed to be gently rising inland, but no trail or road could be seen. It was then that Jerry made a startling observation.

He stood up and walked over to one of the trees near us. He felt the flaky bark and then looked at us and said, "Doesn't it seem strange to you guys that this type of tree would be growing here?"

He was right, this tree was definitely out of it's habitat. One or two might be explained by a random planting, but not a whole forest of them. I was about to say something when I heard a noise off to our left.

We all stood up at the sound and looked down the beach. Kevin gave a shout and ran out onto the sand. Looking gleefully back at us he shouted, "Hey! There are some people coming up the beach!! Come on!" He motioned us to follow him and soon we were all running down the beach to meet the small group of men approaching us. There seemed to be about ten of them. They were wearing coveralls, all tan, and looked to be about twenty-five to thirty years old. They were of various sizes, but all seemed to be in good physical condition. As we drew near them, the one in front waved and stepped up to us.

Kevin grabbed the man's hand and blurted out, "Hey! Are we glad to see you guys! We just crashed a couple of hours ago and . . . . " The man cut him off, speaking calmly and directly.

"Is this all of you?" He spoke perfect English. His rugged, handsome features were unmoved by our elation and he seemed very business-like.

"Uh, . . yeah.", Jerry said, "Just the four of us. The pilot died in the crash."

The man spoke again. "Is anyone here hurt?" He seemed concerned as he looked us over.

"Well, Dave got a bump on the noggin, but otherwise we're fine.", Kevin said.

The man looked me over for a second, making me feel unusually nervous, then looked at us all, one at a time.

Then he smiled and told some of the others to get our gear. He motioned us to follow him as he turned back down the beach.

We badgered him with questions about where we were, who they were, and so on. But they only told us to follow them, there would be time for questions later.

It all seemed so unreal. These guys popping up on the beach. Taking us 'who knows where' without answering any questions and being very quiet and business-like in their manner. I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. But mostly, I was just glad to be saved.

We rounded the end of the beach and took a small trail up about a hundred yards into the forest. Then we came out on, of all things, a paved road! A large van was parked near the trail. The man pointed to the open door on the side and we all piled in. I noticed that the other men just looked at us and then at one another as the van started down the road. It made me feel uneasy. They seemed to be sharing some thought that we weren't allowed in on.

I looked over at Jerry, he was smiling and trying to start a conversation with one of the men, but he seemed very happy about being rescued and he wasn't too concerned about the lack of response.

Still, the men were smiling and seemed to be glad that we were safe. The van moved down the road for only a few minutes when I could see a few buildings drawing near.

We had gone uphill slightly for a few minutes when we started down a little grade. Then all at once, we seemed to be in an area of very nice and well kept homes! I could see modern, expensive cars in the driveways and a few men and women about. It all struck me as very odd. Here we were in the middle of the Pacific, and all around us were elm trees and houses that looked like an LA suburb. It wasn't very large, maybe twenty-five or thirty homes, but it all seemed so unreal.

The people struck me as the most interesting. For the few minutes we drove through this area I could see a few people outside their homes. The women caught my eye more than anything else.

Although I only saw about four or five, they were all gorgeous! Some blond, some brunette, but every one of them was a knockout! They looked to be about twenty years old or so, but it was hard to tell, the way they were all dressed up. All of them were dressed as though they were going out. Those that were with men seemed to be married to them, the way they held their arms or their hands, always smiling at them and walking or standing in a seductive manner. This was really getting weird!

The van passed by the houses and I could see the other guys from our group looking out at everything with the same confused look that I had. Then we went on for about a half-mile and came up on a nice park and then drove into the center of what was a small, but very modern town. It was complete with a town square and city hall building. The storefronts were brick and glass-lined and looked as though they could have been brought here from Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills! There was a mini-mall off to one side and a couple of nightclubs on one street across from the large city hall building. A cafe stood near where we were and there was a theatre across the square right next to a beauty salon. There were other buildings, too, though I didn't have time to get a good look at them.

The van stopped in front of the large building and I could see more men and women walking around or coming out of stores or going into them. They were very much like the ones I had seen near the homes we drove through. The men were young and fit and the women were absolutely gorgeous! I thought that maybe this place (wherever it was) might not be such a bad place after all! By the looks on the faces of Jerry, Kevin, and Ricky, they seemed to have the same thoughts.

I looked out on the square and saw a man sitting on one of the park benches with a woman. She was a brunette wearing a short sweater-dress. The red dress came well above her crossed knees and she wore a pair of high-heeled red pumps that set off her long shapely legs very nicely. But it was the front of her dress that drew my attention. Her ample cleavage was straining at the front of her low-cut dress as she leaned towards the man sitting next to her and brought a long, white, ladies cigarette up to her red lips. The man lit it for her and she leaned back, exhaling a long stream of white smoke off to one side as she held the cigarette femininely between her slim fingers with their long, shiny red nails. They seemed to be having a pleasant conversation and she smiled continuously. I looked back at Jerry, who had watched the same scene I had just observed. I was about to say something when the van moved again, driving us around the side of the building and then stopped next to a side door. The men motioned for us to get out and we were hustled into the building quickly, as though they didn't want anyone to see us. That seemed a little strange, but I wasn't complaining, it was good to be alive right then!

We went in the door and turned down a hallway that led back to the front of the building, passing a few doors along the way. In a few moments, we were up near the entrance of the building. Why didn't they just bring us in the front?

The lobby of the building was very large and grand looking. The black tile floor was shiny and clean and there were several soft chairs in the center of the lobby, forming a circle around a table. A large counter sat against one wall, where a receptionist might have worked. The back of the lobby had two hallways going back into the building. Pictures hung about the marble walls and large throw rugs lay neatly about.

The man who had brought us here dismissed all but four of the other men with him and those that he dismissed left through one of the hallways. The others sat down against one wall on a long, leather covered bench. I still didn't feel comfortable the way they continued to look at us and then talk among themselves in whispers.

Then the 'leader' sat in one of the chairs near the center of the room and motioned us to sit near him in the remaining chairs. We sat down and Kevin looked over at me and then at the man. Before he could say anything though, the man began to speak.

"I know you all have many questions that you would like to ask. Please allow me to introduce myself and then I'll try to answer your questions as best I may." He spoke authoritatively and I was sure that he must be a community leader, if not the leader.

He continued, "My name is John Lawson and I am the Mayor of this community. The island you have found yourself stranded on is called Athernia. We are glad that you are all in good health and are sorry for the misfortune that has brought you here."

I thought about the name 'Athernia' and realized that I had never heard of an island by that name in this region of the Pacific. I wanted to ask him more about it, but he continued to speak.

"There are fifty-eight inhabitants living here on our island. Thirty-two men and twenty-six women." I noticed some of the other four men sitting on the sofa shifting in their seats.

"We have been here for quite some time now." He hesitated, then went on.

"Some of us have lived here for over thirty years." As he let that sink in, I wondered at his words. I hadn't seen anyone old enough to have been here that long unless they had arrived as children. But he went on with his speech, seeming to know our questions before we asked them.

"This island is not the usual island you might find in this part of the world. As you may have noticed during your short stay on the beach, the island has many features and characteristics about it that don't seem quite correct." Some of us nodded in understanding.

Kevin finally spoke up. "Uh, . . Mr. Lawson. My . . . my name is Kevin Benning." Then he turned to each of us and introduced us by name. Then he looked back at Mr. Lawson and continued.

"We're on a scholastic tour from UCLA. We're all very thankful for your assistance but, . . . but can you help us to contact our parents so we can let them know we're alright? And we need to contact our people that were to meet us at our next destination. I'm sure their all looking for us by now."

Before Kevin could continue, Mr. Lawson raised his hand and then said, "I'm afraid that communication with the outside world would be impossible." He looked at each of us in turn as we pondered the statement he had just made. Impossible to contact the outside world? What could he mean by that? Obviously this island did quite a bit of trade in order to be as modern as it was. Certainly they had a way to communicate with the outside.

"Please let me continue and all will be clear in a moment." he said. We settled down and listened intently to him after that.

Looking gravely at us, he continued, "I have been here almost thirty-three years. Ten of us landed here after our plane crashed at sea enroute to Fiji from Lima, Peru. We were a group of scientists, on our way to study the effects of atomic testing in the South Pacific. There were eight men and two women in our group. Like you, our pilot died in the crash, but the rest of us got into the two rafts we had aboard and eventually found ourselves washed up on the shores of Athernia." We looked at him with our mouths open. Thirty-three years ago? If that was true, then he must have been a child genius! He didn't look to be quite thirty-five yet! But before we could say anything, he went on.

"This island was uninhabited when we arrived. Only this building was here, although its' appearance was somewhat different than you see now." He paused and looked at each of us, then asked, "Didn't you notice how one minute there was nothing on the horizon and then in the next minute you seemed to be quite near this island?"

We looked at one another and nodded our heads. That was just what Jerry had mentioned on the raft.

"Well," he continued, "the same thing occured to us. We came ashore and found our way here, to this very spot you're on now. It was a simple, low structure back then. It took us quite a while to find a way into it."

Now we were completely intrigued by his words. We listened, half unbelieving to what he said. But the unreal situation lended credibility to what he said and I felt somehow that he had no need to lie to us.

He stood up and lifted his hands around him, as if to show off the room and said, "This . . . this building is the reason all . . . or almost all of us survived."

He seemed a little sad as he spoke. Almost all survived? What did he mean by that?

"You see, we came to find out that this was not an ordinary island. In fact," and now he looked at us again, "in fact this is not an island at all." Now he really had us intrigued.

"We discovered that this whole island is just an extension of the building. This structure is really an observation post of some kind, . . . an outpost of some type of ancient or alien civilization that must have been left behind a long time ago." He looked serious as he spoke, not a trace of falsehood in his expression.

Jerry couldn't take this anymore and he blurted out, "Aww, come on, Mr. Lawson! This is ridiculous! I don't no why you're telling us all this, but I just want to get home! Obviously you people must have some kind of radio or something around here. If you'll just let us contact our folks, we'll be out of here as soon as they can send for us." We were all nodding in agreement. This was getting too weird!

But John Lawson shook his head as he sat down and then said, "I understand your reluctance to believe me. It is always the case. But maybe I can persuade your opinion a little easier by showing you what I mean."

He looked around at each of us and then pulled out a small device from his pocket. It looked like a hand held calculator, only different. He placed it on the table in front of him and pressed a button. A moment later we could hear a low hum and then saw something that convinced each of us that he was telling us the truth.

The space immediately above the device became hazy and blue and then a 3-D picture, like a hologram, appeared above it. A scene unfolded within the space. The ocean appeared first, then the water flatened out where waves had been and an oval land mass began to appear. Within a few moments, the land was firmly in place and then a conical light pattern descended onto it and when it's apex reached the center of the island, the light disappeared and a low, flat building was left in it's place. Right in front of our eyes, trees, bushes, plants, and such appeared. The island took shape and beaches were formed. Then a small craft, like a plane, but different, more sleek and slender, descended onto the building. Small figures could be seen coming out of it and entering the building from the top. Then the picture went out.

We looked at one another in astonishment. The picture had been so real, so lifelike. I had never seen anything like this before. Certainly it wasn't a trick. I knew what it took to create a hologram. There wasn't any kind of apparatus around here to do that. What ever that device he had used was, it wasn't made with any technology that we had ever seen.

Mr. Lawson grinned and picked up the device, sliding it back into his pocket. Then he looked at us and said, "That is a partial record of the creation of this place. It has much more to it, but that should suffice for now. We discovered many such devices of a very advanced technology here. It took us several years to figure all of them out to see how they worked and what was the purpose of each of them. Fortunately, we were all scientists and took our time in experimenting with each of them. I'm sure that others would have made grievious errors in experimenting with them and accidents surely would have occured. We were fortunate in that we took our time and eventually learned all their purposes and many of their possible uses."

He looked around the room again and said, "This building is the power source for the whole complex. By using some of the equipment we found here, we were able to convert the landscape into anything we needed. The homes, the shops, the roads, . . . the whole town is artificially created using the technology we found here. Even the vehicles are created by the equipment we discovered." He paused and looked again at each of us.

Jerry spoke up again, not so aggresive this time, "But, . . . but how do you explain your age and . . . . and why don't you just create an airplane to fly you out of here?" That question was forming in all our minds. Why didn't they leave?

John looked around the room again and then sighed, "You don't understand everything yet, my friends." He took on a saddened expression and then continued.

"It took us some time to even get into this building. Then it was a year or so before we really began to understand much of what it was all about. We found food synthesizors and other helpful things that we figured out soon enough. So we survived, . . . that is, . . . all except the women."

He paused, a sad expression covering his rugged, handsome face.

"The two women died shortly after we arrived. Within a week they both were taken quite ill. In a few days they had died of some unknown disease or virus. We've never been able to figure it out." He shrugged and sighed again, then he continued, "When we finally began to master all of the equipment here, we discovered how to convert the raw material of the island into dwellings and what ever we needed. The homes and the town you see now took us several years to create. And we change things now and then, for variety. It keeps us busy and helps to stimulate us."

Then he looked again at each of us, taking his time to look us over, then said, "As for leaving here, . . well . . of course we thought of the same thing. We tried to leave right away. Within a year we had created a small ship and set off in search of the shipping lanes, hoping to be seen by a freighter or an aircraft. But try as we might, we could never get more than a half-mile away from the island. You see, the materials that make up this island, will not leave the island. They remain here, drawn back to it as if by some type of mutual, magnetic attraction. But much different, much more complex.

"This island, as I said, was probably an observation post. It is not visible from above or from the sea. Only if you are brought in by the currents of the sea, and only with a very small craft, like a raft, will you land safely on it. Attempting to power your way in simplying shifts you around it. And you can't float or fly away from it. Apparently, only the vehicles of it's previous inhabitants could have come and gone as they pleased. As I said, . . . this was an observation post of some other civilization. They didn't want to intrude. For that matter, man may not have even evolved at the time they were here. We have no idea how old this place is. They took all the records, except a very few, with them when they left."

He smiled a little and said, "But you must all understand that we have become used to our lives here. We have made for ourselves a place that we enjoy. Anything we need is available to us, and so . . .over the years we have developed a very nice life. I doubt that any of us would leave now, even if we could." He looked back at Jerry and said, "As for your question about my age? I was forty-five years old when I arrived here. That means I'm now seventy-eight years old." He stood up and turned around for us, displaying his youthful, healthy and toned physique.

"Not bad for an old man, eh?" He laughed a little at our astonished expressions. Then he sat down and said, "One of the benefits of the technology we found here. We can have the body of our liking, and we can stop ourselves from aging. But, . . . you'll get to know more about that after a while." As he spoke and when what he had said sunk in, I noticed the other men on the sofa smiling at one another and looking towards us. Again I felt a little uneasy.

But now Mr. Lawson was speaking again, "We can recieve transmissions from outside the island. We have televisions and radios here, but we can only receive. We can't send any signals out. So we've kept up to date on what's going on outside and frankly, . . . we're glad we're here and not there." He paused and then smiled again. "We keep up on current styles and trends, new innovations and what have you. And the women like to keep up on the latest fashions, although we do keep some of our old lifestyles and habits alive here. The rules are simple and you'll get to know them. I'm sure that after you've been able to rest and relax, you'll find out everything else you'd like to know. In the meantime, we've some preparations to make for your stay here. There is a place here for you in this building. You'll stay there until your made ready to move to the housing area. Please allow me to show you to your quarters and you can rest and eat before we meet together again later, after lunch."

He stood up and motioned us to follow him. Made ready to move? What did he mean by that? But before I could say anything, Kevin spoke up again.

"Mr. Lawson? You said that there was only ten of you when you arrived, . . and that the two women died. How come, . . . how is it that there are almost sixty of you here now?" Good question, I thought. That had occured to me, too.

But Mr. Lawson just smiled and said, "I'll explain everything about that when we meet after you've rested, but . . . suffice it to say for now that you're not the first castaways we've received on Athernia." Then he led us down one of the hallways towards the back of the building.

That made sense. Of course, after all these years they were bound to have had more than just a few chance survivors of accidents at sea arrive here. The answer seemed to have concluded any further discussions at the moment and we followed Mr. Lawson past several doors and adjoining hallways towards the rear of the building and our temporary quarters.

I stood in the middle of our 'quarters' and looked around me. To say it was very comfortable was an understatement. Mr. Lawson had brought us in and then had left, telling us to be ready in an hour to meet with him again. Some of the other men he had dismissed upon our arrival in town were just leaving the room when we arrived. Apparently they had been preparing it for us.

The place where I was standing was sort of a sunken common area. It was a circular area about thirty feet across. You could get down here from any direction by means of two steps that led down into it from all around. The center of the area was encircled with a large, round, white sofa. There were three openings in the circular sofa so that you could walk inside to sit. In the middle was a large, glass topped table with ornate footings on it. The glass was lined on the edges with a wooden trim. There were a few small table statues on it, a couple of large, glass ashtrays, and a large bouquet of flowers in the middle.

The rest of the room fanned out into an upper area where there were four sleeping areas. Each was partitioned off with a seven foot high wooden wall that came out about twelve feet, ending about four feet from the inner area so that you could walk around the room from that level and enter any of the sleeping areas. Each room had a three foot wide opening along the outer partition from which to enter it, but there was no door to close it off.

Each 'room' had a comfortable bed, about a queen size, with a nightstand and lamp, against one side of the room. There was a small alarm clock on the nightstand next to the lamp. There wasn't anything else on it except a small, crystal ashtray. Next to the partion on the other side was a dresser and a freestanding closet. Against the wall where the head of the bed was, stood a vanity with a mirror and a chair. Other than the fact that the furniture looked to be more suited for a woman's taste, for instance the bedspreads were a peach color and the bottom of the bed was lined with a ruffled, yellow skirting, it was more than adequate for our immediate needs.

A large bathroom could be entered through a door on one side of the room next to the last of the sleeping areas. It had two toilets, two showers, and a long, marble counter with two sinks in it and an ornate, wood lined mirror running above the entire counter-top.

Most of the room, including the bathroom was carpeted in a thick, white, pile carpeting, except for the open area outside the rooms to the edge of the steps down into the pit area. That was covered with a black marble tile. I looked around to see that the room was lit from above with recessed lights and an opaque, glass roof for ambient lighting. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet high.

There was even a small bar along the backside of the sofa on one side, complete with icemaker and a contraption that looked like a small microwave. Mr. Lawson had explained that it was a food synthesizor and had told us that the instructions were self-explanatory. We should use it, he had said, since we mentioned we were thirsty and hungry.

Other than some paintings that hung about in each room and in the bathroom, there wasn't much else except for what looked like a large TV screen on the wall. It hung in an area where another sleeping area could have easily fit. It was about five feet in width and height, though there didn't appear to be any controls on or about it and I hadn't seen any kind of remote control lying around. There was a cabinet-like thing below it. It looked a little like a rolltop desk, only narrower and devoid of handles or any visible way of getting into it.

Nothing else could been seen of any real significance in the room, except for what appeared to be a large, many faceted, glass covered light over the sofa. It was at least the diameter of the sofa, but I wasn't sure if it was a light or just an ornamant. It appeared to hanging down to about ten feet above the sofa by cables. If it was a light fixture of some kind, there wasn't any apparent switch around to turn it on.

I looked around again and noticed that each of the other guys had claimed a sleeping spot. Kevin was sitting on one of the beds, bouncing a little on it to test it out. Jerry was in the one next to him, next to the remaining room that was near the entrance to the bathroom. He was looking in all the drawers of the dresser. I saw that Ricky was sitting down on the side of his bed, just staring at the floor. He was in the sleeping room that came over near the large TV.

I walked out of the pit area and went into the remaining room, between the entrance to the bathroom and Jerry's room. I looked around for a moment and then went around to see Jerry.

He was closing the drawers on the dresser and looked up as I entered.

"Well," he said, "we should have packed a bag. There doesn't seem to be anything in here for us." He smiled a little and then sat on the edge of the bed.

I walked over and sat on the chair at the vanity, turning it around to face him and said, "Well, . . . I wouldn't worry. I'm sure we'll be provided with everything we'll need. You can't expect them to have already measured us for clothes." He just laughed and nodded and then looked thoughtful.

Kevin came around the edge of the partition and looked at us. He seemed to be in pretty good spirits and smiled, saying, "Well, guys! I've stayed in much worse places than this! The beds are comfy and it sure beats a raft!" His smile and good mood was a little infectuous and I smiled back.

He pointed out to the pit area and said, "And they even have a bar! How 'bout that? And did you guys see that TV? Monday night football is gonna be great!" Then he looked over at Ricky and called out to him, "Hey, Ricky! Don't look so glum, man. We'll be OK. You'll see."

Kevin looked back at us and said, "He's taking this pretty hard. He never was much of an adventurer.' Then he looked serious for a moment and asked, "Do you guys think that Lawson is on the level? His story sure seems strange and hard to believe! But, . . . you know?, . . . I get the feeling he's telling us the truth."

Jerry looked over at him and said, "I'm not sure what to believe right now. But I get the feeling that there's alot we haven't been told yet. It all seems kind of, . . well, . . . too easy, if you know what I mean." He stood up, gesturing a little with his hands as he continued, "I mean, . . . all this stuff about not aging and how this place is not really an island, . . . and what about the women we saw? Man! Can you believe it?" He sat down again on the bed.

I looked at them and said, "Well, . . . his story sure holds up when you look at that hologram . . or whatever it was. I've never seen anything like it before. And the part about being able to not age and change your body around sure fits when you look at him and the others. The women obviously all took part in it. I haven't seen an ordinary looking man or women since we got here, though I'm sure we only saw a few of them." I hesitated a minute and then added, "Well, . . . it doesn't really matter now, anyway. I'm sure he'll let us know more at our meeting later." Then I stood up and said, "In the meantime, how about something to eat?"

They all agreed and even Ricky came out from sulking in his room to join us. Jerry looked over the food synthesizor and got it working in just a few moments. Apparently the instructions popped up on a small screen when you touched it. He read off a rather lengthy menu, but we all just had a sandwhich and a glass of soda. It was weird watching the food just appear, all ready to be served on a plate in just a couple of seconds. It reminded me of something I'd seen on a science fiction TV series one time.

We talked a little while we ate, sitting comfortably on the sofa, and even Ricky lightened up a little and seemed to be more relaxed. When we were done, I looked around for a place to put the dirty plates, but couldn't find anything, so I just piled them on the large, glass table and left them.

A little while later the door to the room opened, sliding back into the wall, and Mr. Lawson came in.

He looked around at us, we had been sitting on the sofa discussing what we wanted to ask him at the meeting, and he smiled.

"Well, . . . I'm glad you have taken this opportunity to have something to eat. Did all of you get something?" he asked. We all nodded. He smiled and clasped his hands together.

"Very good. Now if you'll all follow me, we'll move into a comfortable room where we can all talk. I'm sure there is much you would like to know."

He smiled and motioned for us to follow him. As we got up and went out into the large hallway, it dawned on me that I didn't know how the door worked. Mabye it just opened when you came near it? But I'd walked by it several times when we were in the room and it hadn't opened. I decided I'd better ask Mr. Lawson about it when I had the chance.

The four of us in our now dry clothes followed him down the hallway for a short distance. He turned to a door on his left and it opened. He motioned us in and we found ourselves in a large conference room.

A large, oval, wooden table was in the middle and there were plenty of comfortable chairs sitting around it. On one long side of the table, across from the door we had entered, the four men who had stayed with us at the earlier meeting were all seated. They had changed their clothes and were now dressed in slacks and blazers. Their clothes weren't identical, but they were all of the same cut and style. Brown, black, or blue. They looked very conservative, but casual. They smiled at us as we entered.

Mr. Lawson, dressed in similar clothes, moved around to the head of the table and took a seat. He motioned for us to sit and we took the remaining four chairs across from the other four men.

Then something a little strange happened. After we had sat down, a couple of the men across from us switched places. They didn't seem to make a big deal of it, they just switched around slightly. To me, it seemed to fit in with all the other weird things that had been happening. Besides, I was feeling very relaxed, almost a little sleepy, and I didn't really care about anything at the moment except for some answers to my many questions.

Mr. Lawson looked across at us and then cleared his throat.

"Well, boys. First let me say that I think you are all taking this very well. I'm very glad that you haven't created a fuss concerning your present situation. I can tell you that not all of our arrivals here have been as calm as you have." He smiled and gave us a friendly look.

Kevin started to say something, but Mr. Lawson held up his hand. He smiled and said, "Now I know you all have many questions still. But, first, . . if you please. I have been through this many times. Meeting with new arrivals, that is. If you'll just let me talk, uninterupted for a while, I'm sure I'll answer many of your questions right off the bat."

He smiled again and we all nodded. That seemed fair enough.

He continued, "First of all, please believe me when I tell you that you are stuck here with the rest of us. I know that you'd like to leave, but I assure you, . . . there just isn't any way off the island. I'm also quite sure that in time, you'll all come to be quite comfortable here and thought's of leaving won't trouble you so much."

He gave us a reassuring smile again. But I didn't think that I would ever get used to staying here, even if what he said about leaving was true.

"Now you all know as much as you need to for now, about what and where this place is. So I'm not going to dwell on that any further. Suffice it to say that everything I told you about Athernia is true and that I have no reason to lie to you.

"As for your future here, . . . I would like to tell you a few things before we get into any details." He stood up and went to the wall behind him. He pressed a part of a panel and a screen appeared on the blank wall. He pressed a space next to the screen and it illuminated slightly. Then he sat down again and looked at us.

"What you are about to see is some recorded footage of some of the things that have ocurred here in the past. I will narrate as it progresses and fill in any details you might need to know. Most of the scenes are self-explanatory. Please don't interupt me until it is over. It won't take long."

He pressed down on a spot in front of him on the table and the screen brightened up a bit. Then, as he started to speak, images would appear on the screen as he spoke. Sometimes they were stills, like photographs, and others were like a video. The first few minutes was a brief record of their arrival here and the next couple of years of their stay. It showed them building a few simple shelters and then the discovery of the way into the building. Apparently, the devices in the building were recording their movements, even before they had gotten into it. I could see Mr. Lawson in the pictures. He was a little different then, a little older and not as good looking as he was now. But he was familiar enough to pick out from the others.

The first part even showed the women who had become ill and died. The shots of them lying on cots, puffed up and bloated, wasn't very pretty. Then the next few frames showed them after the men had entered the building and began experimenting with the equipment. Finally it showed them forming small buildings in the area of the square. Then the screen went blank. He had narrated the film as it went along, giving us a brief history of their first couple of years here. It seemed very real and convincing to us.

He looked back at us and said, "Now you know enough about how we have survived to understand the extent of the technology we have available to us here. The rest, that is, . . how you four will fit in here, is really quite straight forward and I won't bore you details of how we accomplish it."

It? What did he mean by that? Again I felt as if I wasn't really in on what was going on here. It wouldn't be the last time I felt like that.

He turned a little serious and looked gravely at us now. Even though I was really feeling relaxed and calm, his stare unnerved me a little. I could see it was having the same effect on the other guys.

"Please pay close attention to what I'm about to tell you. It concerns you closely and I feel we owe you this explanation before we begin."

That sounded ominous. Begin? Begin what? I was a little confused and the way the guys and I looked back and forth at one another confirmed that they were as puzzled by his statement as I was. But he continued before anyone said anything.

"After the two women with us died, we didn't have any other visitors here for a few years. Then, . . one day, we found three women and two men washed up on our beach. Very near the spot you landed. We brought them into our small town and nursed them back to health. But, . . . in a few days, the women showed the same signs of illness that our two original female companions had." He lowered his gaze a little and a sad expression came over his face as he continued on.

"Within two days, . . . they were dead. We didn't know, . . . couldn't figure out what was happening to them. It went on like that. Every now and then, over the next few years, more people were marooned here. The largest group came seventeen years ago. A large cruise ship went down and we soon had forty-two women and twelve more men with us. Many more never made it to the island. But, . " again his look of resignation, "again, the women all died. But this time, there were several children with them when they came ashore. We had hope for them, . . . but, . . all the girls and all the boys under fifteen died with the women. Four boys over fifteen lived."

He stood up now and walked behind his chair. He looked up at the ceiling and then turned to face us, his hands resting on the back of the chair.

"We finally deduced that any females, and all young children under fifteen or so, carry a common virus in here with them from the outside. Obviously, they have always carried it, probably all women and children everywhere. It is harmless, unable to grow or become malignant on the outside. We don't know why.

"But, . . . something in the atmosphere here, or something else, triggers the virus out of remission and it soon kills them. We don't know how to control it, though I assure you we've spent considerable time trying." Now he moved around the table and sat down again. I was getting a little nervous. All this talk about dying and disease made me feel uneasy. It was strange, though. I was feeling very relaxed and calm, otherwise.

Jerry spoke up quickly, "But you must have found a cure for this disease at some point. What about all the women, . . . "

Mr. Lawson cut him off with his raised hand and smiled a little, saying, "Please, . . . let me finish. It'll all be quite clear in a moment. Then you'll understand."

I noticed that the men across from us were fidgeting a little. But a quick look from Lawson calmed them down. I noticed that the one sitting across from me, the one who had switched with another earlier, was looking at me with an odd expression. It made me feel self-conscious and nervous. I looked back at Lawson.

He went on, "As I said, . . we were never, and still have not, been able to find a cure for this. Even the technology we have here at our disposal has not availed us. Maybe someday we will find a way to stop this incidious disease from taking the lives of those women and children who are unfortunate enough to find themselves here. But that remains to be seen.

"Since that time when so many people arrived here at once, seventeen years ago, fewer and fewer people have come here to us. We know that the technology in the outside world has improved over the years, making accidents at sea less likely, . . and rescue much quicker. And, so, . . . over the next several years, only a small number of people came here, . . until at last, some four years after that event, we had thirty-two men here and no women." He paused for a moment and then spoke again.

"We knew that something had to be done. There was bickering and infighting among us. We had everything, health, strong bodies, plenty to do and plenty to think about. But , . . " he raised a finger, "we had no women. No female companionship. No real reason to go to our homes at night." He looked at us and calmly said, "No comfort in the dark hours of the morning." He smiled a smile of resignation and shook his head a little.

I was intrigued now. It was almost like a drama unfolding in front of me. I had so many questions for him. How did they ever get women to live here if they hadn't found a cure? What was the mystery behind all of this? I looked over and noticed Jerry looking back at me with a confused look on his face. Kevin and Ricky were just staring at Lawson, like kids waiting for the climax of a story to be read.

Mr. Lawson looked back up at us and continued.

"So we held an historic meeting. It was a turning point for us here on Athernia. We discussed the problem from many angles, and . . . and at last we reached a decision. We drew up some laws and rules to live by, and for others to live by should they join us in the future. Hard choices were made that day, . . . but we found that they were absolutely necessary, . . . and they have worked very well for us."

Now he stood behind his chair again and looked directly at each of us in turn, taking time to lock eyes with each of us. It made me very uncomfortable. But I didn't seem to be able to fidget. I felt riveted to my chair.

He finally let go of my gaze and sighed.

"What we decided was this. If we couldn't keep the women that came to us alive, . . . why couldn't we create women who could live here with us?" As he let that sink in for a second, I had the uneasy feeling that I was listening to a mad scientist. Create women? Well, . . . maybe they could. I supposed that the technology was there, or here. But, . . . ? His voice cut off my thoughts.

"We knew we couldn't just make a woman out of inanimate objects, . . but we could use the resources that came to us now and then." He drew up to his full height and then looked down at us. He was about to tell us something to clear this up. I just felt it!

"We decided that we would not let any more men join us on this island until each of the thirty-two men already here had a wife, . . . a female companion. We decided, . . . we resolved to use the technology on the island to change the next thirty-two men that arrived here, . . . into women. They would become our wives!"

What?!?!? I couldn't believe what I'd heard! Jerry was looking over at me and I was looking at him and Ricky just seemed to be staring down and shaking his head. Kevin was just staring blankly at Lawson.

We were all about to say something when he raised his hand to silence us and said, "I know that this sounds impossible to you! But, . . you saw for yourself that it has worked! We were very, very succesful. Beyond our wildest dreams! It really wasn't difficult to do at all. Once we had mastered all of the technology available to us, it was just a matter of a little experimenting. By the third attempt, we were more than satisfied with the results. And, . . . " he emphasized this point, "we have improved every time we have repeated the process."

I'd had enough of this! This guy was nuts! I was going to stand up and say something, but, . . . but I couldn't seem to make my arms and legs move! I looked over at Jerry and he seemed to be in the same predicament! I found my voice and blurted out, "You can't be serio . . ss. . . s," It was getting hard to talk! What had they done to me! Could he possibly mean . . . .? Could they possibly . . . ?

"Ohhh, we're quite serious, Mr. Johnson.", he calmly said.

Kevin strained to speak, mumbling out, "Wha . . . wha . . .are . . youuu . . say . . . . . ing!?" Then he couldn't speak any longer and his mouth just wagged. I could see Jerry and Ricky just shaking their heads, pained expressions on their faces.

Mr. Lawson looked at Kevin and calmly said, "What I'm saying, gentlemen, is this." He moved over between the men across from us. I noticed they all had wry smiles on thier faces.

Mr. Lawson spoke like a diplomat now. Very frankly. Very matter-of-factly.

"We are very sorry that you must go through this. But, if we hadn't done this, you would have landed on an island inhabited by insane men."

I was pretty sure I already had!

"We want you to know that you will be treated with the utmost respect and care once you have been transformed into females. These four men have waited a very long time for this moment and you must try and understand what they have been through. Your situation is nothing compared to the suffering they've had to endure through the years.

"Your transformation will not take long, . . . it will be completed by this time tomorrow. I won't go into too many details, . . . suffice it to say that it won't be painful, at least physically, and you will still retain your own thoughts and memories."

I almost couldn't hear him with the wild thoughts and panic racing through my mind. A woman?? Me?? Like the ones I'd seen outside??? No! This was nuts!! I heard a slight gag come from Jerry. His pained expression told me he was having similar thoughts.

Lawson moved over to the screen and touched it again. A very accurate drawing of a womans slender hand, her left hand, appeared on the screen. Very well done, with a cut-away view of her ring finger. A single, diamond studded ring was on the ring-finger. It looked like a ladies diamond wedding band. Small tendrils, almost like roots, wound into the finger from under the ring and wrapped themselves into the nerves depicted inside the finger.

"I will give you a very brief synopsis of the process before you must return to your quarters and begin. I know that you are unable to speak by now, so they'll be no questions. The food you had earlier was laced with a very strong muscle relaxant. Please don't try to struggle, it will do you no good." He pointed to the drawing.

He was right. I couldn't move at all. But I continued to try! I had to get out of here! They were crazy!!

"A ring like this will be placed on the ring-finger of your left hand. It will be big enough to fit you now, but it will shrink in size to conform to your new bodies as you undergo the many changes ahead. It is a type of transceiver, that is, it is a signal receiver and a signal sender. It is tied into the main complex here and directly into your nervous system. It will facilitate your transformation and maintain the proper control over your behavior during and after the process. Since you will retain all of your memories and thoughts, we obviously have to excercise a certain degree of control over your actions. How much control it places on you, will be up to you. It senses abhorrant behavior when it is contemplated and stops the individual from carrying it through. It will force you, though painlessly, to behave in a manner prescribed by our rules and conventions. Even the men here wear something similar in order to stop us from harming one another, though we don't have to excercise anywhere near the amount of control you will be under."

He paused and walked back behind the men. He looked at them and then back to us.

"These men are to be your husbands when your transformation is complete. They will place the rings on each of you and then escort you back to your quarters. The transformation will begin there shortly. The large TV screen in your room will keep you advised of the process as it occurs, it's all automatic and will begin about a half-hour after the rings are placed on your fingers." He motioned to the men sitting across from us and they stood up.

My heart began to race wildly!! I couldn't believe what I was hearing! This couldn't be happening!! It had to be some kind of cruel hoax! They would all start laughing soon, I just knew it!

But Mr. Lawson wasn't laughing as he added, "By the way, . . . you'll be able to talk freely amongst yourselves most of the time. During other times your speech and words will be controlled. Largely, this freedom of speech is a privelege. If you don't behave properly, or if you try to coerce your friends or others into something forbidden, or if you can't control your language, . . you won't be able to say anything except what the device allows, . . . or makes you say. It works the same way with your mannerisms and movements. Please keep this in mind as you go through the process and afterwards."

As the men moved around the table to stand behind each of us, Mr. Lawson went towards the door and started to leave. Before he was out, he turned and said, "Again, . . . I want to tell you that we bear you no ill will. Please try and understand that we are very grateful for your contribution to our community. I believe that in time, you'll all agree that it is for the best."

He smiled and nodded to us, then, as he turned to leave, he added, "I will look forward to seeing all of you tomorrow. Have a pleasant evening." He nodded and left.

Have a pleasant evening?!?! I could feel my heart pounding!! I was so afraid right then! What if he was telling the truth?!? What if they really could turn me into a . . a . . girl ?!?! The absurdity of it all told me not to worry. But the reality of my immobile body made me panic!!

I felt the man standing behind me reach over my shoulder, towards my left hand. I looked quickly towards Jerry. The guy behind him was doing the same! And the others, Kevin and Ricky, were being handled, too!! I tried to jerk my arm away as he touched it, but, . . I couldn't!! I wanted to yell and scream at him not to touch me, but . . . but, nothing would come out!!

I felt him hold out my ring-finger and then I saw a flash of gold and silver as he held out a ring, identical to the one in the drawing, and placed it onto my limp finger. I noticed that the pinky finger of his right hand had a small gold band on it. The other men did, too. Could it be?!?! Were they really serious about this?!?!

The ring slid down to the base of my finger and then he released my hand. As I watched my hand flop down into my lap, I hoped that maybe the ring would fall off. But I could feel it tighten slightly and draw close to my skin as my hand fell!! Then, a moment later, I could actually feel a dull sensation as it sent many small tendrils snaking into my finger to intertwine themselves with, . . . and merge with my nervous system! Then the sensation stopped and my hand felt normal.

I looked over at Jerry and saw that his ring-finger of his left hand wore a ring identical to mine!! Although I couldn't see Kevin or Ricky's fingers, I knew that they, too, must be wearing one.

Almost at once I felt my limbs start to come back to life. I had a little movement in my hands, but I really couldn't move them much. Then I heard the man behind me say, "You will be strong enough to walk with some assistance in a moment. I'll help you back to your room. Please don't try and struggle, it'll only make it hard on you. I . . . I don't want to harm you in any way."

Harm me?? What the hell did he think he was doing now?!?! I felt some strength returning to my limbs, though I still couldn't talk. I looked over at Jerry and the other two. They were looking around at me and at each other, looks of panic and fear on their faces. The other men were speaking softly to them, saying essentially what had been told to me.

After a minute, I felt strong hands lifting me up to a standing position. I was turned around slowly and led, one agonizing step after another, towards the door. I tried so hard not to go out of that room! It seemed the only safe place to me right then. But the firm grip of the man behind me led me out into the hallway. I realized I was breathing hard and I felt my knees go weak again as I contemplated what was about to happen to me! I kept thinking that this was all a bad joke! They couldn't be serious!! It just couldn't happen! Not to me ! Not to us !

We hesitated in the hallway as the others were led out by each of the men. Then we were turned and helped down the wide hallway to the room we had been in before. I noticed that the man with me used a small device, like a garage door opener, to open the door. That answered my question about how we could get out the door. We couldn't!

That walk back to our rooms was the longest I think I had ever taken. I tried to turn away from the door when it opened, but I was so weak! The man behind me led me in and took me down to the sofa. He helped me sit down and then stood to one side as the others were led down and seated. Then the man that had led me in looked at me and said, "My name is Peter Miller. You will be with me when you're ready. I want you to know that I'll treat you well. You won't have anything to fear from me. And I want to thank you for your sacrifice." Then he turned and left the room.

Be with him?! When I'm ready?!? Thank me?!?! He could damn well thank me by letting me out of here!! But all I could do was watch him leave. I noticed that he was a little taller than me and had light brown hair. He looked to be about thirty. I hoped right then that I would never see him again!

Then the man in front of Jerry introduced himself to him as Sam Weaver and then pretty much said the same things to him that Peter had said to me. I think Jerry hardly heard him. He was looking down and shaking his head, his mouth still wagging up and down as if he was trying to talk.

It went the same for Kevin as Jeffrey Collins introduced himself. And for Ricky as he met Robert Sellers.

Then Robert turned to leave, saying, "In a few moments you'll be back to normal, . . . . at least, . . . that is . . you'll be able to talk and move around. Please don't do anything foolish or control will be exerted on you by the device. You'll be able to speak freely for a while as long as you don't raise your voice too much." Then he moved to the door, saying, "You'll know when the process begins." He pointed to the TV screen. "Just listen and watch up there." Then he smiled and left, the door sliding shut behind him.

We were alone again. I still couldn't believe the events of the past couple of hours. I looked around to the other guys. Jerry was still looking down at his lap and Kevin was looking at me. Ricky sat a little to one side, his face showing fear and confusion. I could feel strength coming back quickly and I raised my hand up to my shoulder. I sat up a bit and then turned to Jerry. I tried speaking.

"Jerr . . . Jerry? Are . . are you . . all . . . allright? Can . . can you move?" I was feeling better by the second now. I noticed Kevin stirring a little and even Ricky was leaning forward.

Jerry looked up at me and then sat up straight. He arched his back a little and streched his left hand out in front of him. The ring on his finger caught his attention and I watched as he looked at it closely, slowly turning his hand in front of his face.

"Yeah. . ," he said slowly, "I'm allright. . . . I think." I could see that he was looking intently at the shiny, feminine ring on his finger. He looked over at me and then back at it again.

He firmed up his jaw and then said, "The first thing is to get this damn thing off!" I saw him reach his right hand up towards his left ring-finger. Then, just as if he had decided not to touch it, his right hand went to his lap and rested there. He looked at me and I gave him a shrug.

"Well," I said, "go ahead. Take it off." He looked at me strangely and then looked at his right hand.

He reached for the ring again and then his hand went back to his lap, like before. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

"I . . . I know I . . I was going to . . take it. . . . take it off. But, . . . my hand just . . just goes into my . . . my lap!" He spoke with confusion in his voice.

I saw Kevin looking at him and then reaching up to take off his ring. But a second later his right hand was in his lap, too. He looked confused as to what had just happened.

I looked at the ring on my finger. It looked so . . . so innocent. Just a ladies wedding band, I thought. I decided to take it off and reached for it with my right hand. Then, . . . then I realized that my right hand was in my lap. I tried it again. Same thing. My hand wouldn't even make it to the finger and it would go straight to my lap. Weird! But as much as it intrigued me, . . . it frightened me more.

Jerry looked over at me and I heard fear in his voice as he said, "I . . . I think we're in trouble, man." He looked back to his hand and just bent his head.

Ricky sat up and I could see fear and disgust in his face as he haltingly spoke, "Mannnn, what are we . . . what are we . . going . . .to . .to do?!?!" His breath was coming faster and I could tell that he was really afraid. Jeez! We all were! It seemed these guys were serious about this!

"I . . . I don't, " Ricky breathed in heavily and then finished, "I don't want to be a . . . a . . . girl !!" He looked over at us and cried out, "Do something, you guys! Can't we just do . . . " But his voice trailed off and he sat back calmly. His look of confusion indicated that he was being controlled, he was being silenced for his outburst. He looked as helpless as I felt!

Kevin stood up slowly and said, "Well I'm not hanging around here to find out if those guys can really turn us into women or not. I'm leaving. Now!" He started to walk towards the door but, before he even got out of the pit area, he stopped, turned around and walked back to his place on the sofa and sat down again.

Jerry, Ricky, and I all looked at him as he sat down. Then he looked over at Jerry and I and half sobbed out, "Oh man! I didn't do that! I . . . I was walking and . . . and then . . . then I was just walking back!" Real fear showed in his face as he said, "I couldn't help it, man! I just turned and came back!"

That did it! We all started to get up and head for the door. But a moment later, we were all sitting back down on the round sofa! I could feel myself take control of my body and get up to go. And then, . . . then I just had to turn around and sit down. There wasn't any question about it! My body acted on it's own and I just went along for the ride!! I felt normal, but I couldn't make it do anything but go back to the sofa and sit down!

Ricky moaned again and said, "Ohhh, Sweet Jesus! They're really gonna do it, man!! We're gonna end up like those women we saw before! Man, they're, . . . they're all really guys ! Like us! But now, . . . now they're girls!!"

Again, just as he started getting too worked up, he sat back and calmed down, unable to cry out.

But I knew he was right. I was really beginning to become a believer! If they could control us this easily, what couldn't they do? But nothing had happened yet. Maybe nothing really would. Maybe this was just some kind of mind control game. Maybe? I didn't know what to believe.

Then Jerry sat up and looked over at me. He seemed a little calmer now and he spoke deliberately, "Dave, I'm going to try and see if I can get to the bathroom. I reallydo have to go. Maybe this thing only stops us from trying to do things like leave and stuff." I nodded and he stood up.

He slowly walked over towards the bathroom. He made it out of the pit and then turned and smiled at us. He seemed proud of this accomplishment.

"Peace of cake!", he said grinning. "I'll be back in a minute."

He walked easily into the bathroom and a minute later we could hear him flushing the toilet. Then he walked back out.

He looked at us and motioned silently that he was going for the door. But after a few steps, he just turned around and came back to the sofa.

"Well," he said, "it was worth a try." He looked a little more somber now. Not grinning.

Then Kevin got up and went easily, with no halting, into the bathroom. He came out a minute later, zipping up his pants. He walked a few steps towards the door and then turn and came back to the sofa. His face was strained with confusion as he sat down. I didn't even try it.

I looked over at Ricky and said, "Hey, Ricky. You OK, man?" He looked up and nodded slightly. He really looked worried.

I sat up and looked around the room. I noticed that a few things had changed since we had left. There was a white robe on each of the beds. I got up and walked into my sleeping area. I wasn't hindered at all. As long as I was doing something that was 'within the rules', I didn't seem to be restrained.

I picked up the white robe lying on my bed and held it up. It was obviously a woman's robe. It was all fluffy and way too small for me. Too small? I choked back a gag as I realized that maybe it soon wouldn't be! I was getting weak in the knees again as I sat down on the bed and put down the robe.

I could feel my fear growing as an unwanted mental image of me turning into a girl came to mind! I squeezed my eyes and forced the image away. I had to be calm! I couldn't let myself panic! I just sat there for a little while, contemplating what we might try to do. I knew that if I paniced, lost control of myself, whatever they wanted to do to us would be difficult to stop. Calm reasoning was the only way out, . . . or so I thought.

I was about to get up and go to the bathroom when I heard three soft chimes sound.

I stood up and looked around the room. The other guys, sitting on the couch, were looking around, too.

Then I looked at the TV screen and saw that it was beginning to illuminate. Without wanting to or trying to, I found myself walking to the sofa and sitting down next to Jerry. We all just looked up at the screen, dreading what might be coming.

In a moment, the screen lit up and a young woman came on. She was like the other women we had seen here. No other way to describe her except, . . . . except perfect.

She was a dark brunette with big green eyes and long, full lashes that made her doe-like, almond shaped eyes look so big! Her bright, shiny, full red lips were smiling and she wore expertly applied make-up like a model would. She was stunning! Her bright, white teeth shone out as she smiled and her long, dark hair cascaded in wavy, soft curls over her soft shoulders. We could only see her from the shoulders up, but she was obviously wearing a dress or blouse that was worn off her shoulders, leaving them partially bare. She wore long, pearl strand, drop earrings and a pearl necklace. She couldn't have been more than twenty.

Then the soft chimes sounded again and we couldn't help but watch her as she began to speak in a soft and cherry, but very feminine voice.

"Welcome, Ladies! Welcome to Athernia!" I looked at Jerry for a second. I wanted to tell him not to listen to her! But I found myself looking back at the young woman, with my mouth closed! I couldn't stop looking and listening to her!

She continued to talk, her melodic voice sounding cheerful and bright as she smiled. She sounded alot like a woman announcer on a TV commercial, selling products to a female audience.

"Your stay here at the center will be brief. In just 24 short hours you'll join the other lucky women of Athernia, living with your new husbands and becoming a part of our fine community."

Oh shit! This couldn't be happening! They were serious!!

"We'll begin in a few moments with your transformation, but first, . . please take off all of your clothes, watches, and jewelery and place them into the refuse chute next to the door."

I wasn't about to take anything off! But as this thought went through my mind, I found myself standing and taking off my pants! The other guys were, too! Then, once we were stripped, we went, one by one over to an open chute by the door and dropped our shirts, trousers, underwear, socks, shoes, and everything into it. I even let my watch and high-school ring go in without hesitation. I just couldn't stop myself!! I somehow knew that I'd never see them again.

Then we went back and stood by the sofa. That beautiful smiling face looked out at us and in my nakedness, I felt embarassed. Standing nude in front of this woman seemed so strange!! But my embarassment was nothing compared to the fear I felt growing in my throat! I knew now that I had no power over myself. They were doing whatever they wanted and I was powerless to stop it!

Then the woman continued.

"Thank you, girls. Now each of you will take a brief shower and return to where you are now. Don't be more than five minutes. Please use the soap in the dispensers and don't forget to wash your hair. Two of you may shower at a time. And please towel off completely before returning. You may place your used towels in the chute when your through. Please begin."

I had inwardly cringed each time she referred to us as 'ladies' or 'girls' and I wasn't going to move and . . . to my surprise, . . I didn't! But Kevin and Ricky immediately went into the bathroom together. A few seconds later I could hear the showers running. I looked over at Jerry, now able to avert my gaze from the woman while she simply smiled silently. He looked at me and then he looked down, shaking his head. I tried talking to him in a low tone.

"Jerry. I . . . I'm getting real scared, man! I can't stop myself from doing whatever she says! Can . . . you do anything?" He looked up at me and then looked down again, shaking his head. I was sure I could see a tear forming in his eye.

My heart was racing when a few minutes later, Kevin and Ricky came out of the bathroom. They had towelled off and were walking towards the chute by the door. After throwing in their towels, they walked silently back to the sofa and sat down. Then they just looked over at us with worried expressions.

I moment later, I found myself walking into the bathroom with Jerry right behind me. We both got into the showers and in a few minutes, I was lathered up, head to toe, with a feminine scented soap. Then I rinsed off, unable to stop myself from completing this task she had ordered, and was soon outside of the shower towelling myself dry next to Jerry. As hard as I tried to stop, I just kept right on going. A few minutes later we were sitting on the sofa, looking back up at the pretty woman on the screen. All I could think of was the fact that I was becoming desperately afraid that I might end up not just looking at her, but looking like her!

Although she was speaking to all of us, she seemed to look at us individually as she spoke. It was so weird! Just like those paintings where the eyes seem to follow you.

"That's fine, ladies. Thank you. I'm sure you all feel much better now."

"Now, girls, your transformation is about to begin. The process will take place in two segments. You will complete the first segment this evening and the second shall take place in the morning. You will be finished by noon tomorrow. But please don't worry. You'll be sleeping soundly tonight knowing that you are physically more a woman than a man." She smiled and winked as she completed her last statement and I felt my anxiety rise with the increased pounding of my heart! Could this really be happening?!?!

I was about to find out.

"Just remember, ladies, that this will be a painless process. No physical discomfort will be felt at any time. You may feel many strange sensations, but no real pain.

"Now, ... each part of the first segment will take only a few moments to complete. There will be a short period of rest between some parts and you'll be free to move about, eat, drink, use the ladies room, or just talk amongst yourselves. But when you hear the chimes, . . . please return to the sofa and wait for me to appear on your monitor.

"I'll explain each process to you before it begins. Although you won't need to worry about all the specifics, I'll give you a brief description of any changes to take place during any particular phase of your transformation. That way, you'll know what to look for as the individual phases are completed. Also, as the transformation progresses, you'll notice that more and more behavioral control will be exerted. Of course, you wouldn't want to continue to behave and talk like men in your beautiful new female bodies."

She giggled slightly as she spoke the last sentence and I felt my pulse race. I couldn't look over at the other guys, except briefly, then my head would turn uncontrollably back to the screen. But my glimpses of them showed abject fear on their faces. I knew from my trembling lower lip that I must have looked the same! How could they even think of doing this to us?!? We were men! Free, good, young men ! They had no right!!

But the woman continued.

"Now that we have all of the formalities out of the way, . . . let's begin."

I tensed up, as if waiting for a blow to hit me.

"The first phase shall consist of a general physical modification and skin refinement. It will include overall size reduction, bone restructuring, and skin texture modifications. Completed physical modifications will yield a 5' 6" height and a weight of approximately 115 pounds. Some hip and waist restructuring to female specifications will occur and rib reduction shall be completed to female standards. Pelvic bone modification for insertion of a uterus, later on, will be initiated and preliminary changes to mammary glands and nipple enlargement will be begun. Further breast and nipple development will follow. Skin texture, tone, and elasticity will be modified to female requirements, with further refinements to follow. Primary removal of body hair will accompany this phase.

"Now please remain still as the process is initiated."

My thoughts were a jumble as I tried to take in all she had said! Size reduction? Skin? Breasts!?? Uterus?!? This couldn't be happening!!

But a moment later I heard a low hum emit from the round, multi-faceted glass structure above us. I was able to tilt my head up slightly to look at it. It seemed to be descending down towards us and it was starting to glow with a pale yellow light! I looked back to the monitor, but the woman was just smiling and looking blankly out at us. Then I heard the humming increase and I felt a warm tingling all over me!

Oh, please God!! Don't let anything happen to me!! Please!!!

A moment later the humming ceased and I opened my eyes. I felt fine!! I knew it was a trick!! Nothing happened!! I looked over at Jerry and my elation quickly faded!

He was looking at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. But I couldn't be sure I was looking Jerry!! He was so, so, . . . different now!

His face still looked like him, only . . . much younger and definitely more boyish, . . or . . . was it just more . . . Oh, God! . . .feminine ?! Like he might have looked at thirteen or fourteen! And his body!! God! He was so much smaller now! He had a small torso and narrow waist! And his shoulders were so narrow now! He looked, . . . . looked . . . almost like a. . . a girl ! His smooth skin was devoid of hair, except on his head and between his legs. Between his legs? I leaned over slightly to look. I felt a little relief. At least that was still there! Smaller, . . but, there! But it was his hips that seemed the most changed. They were absolutely curvy! And his legs were shapely, almost like a girls! Hairless and shapely! And his chest! Chest?

Protruding out from his small chest were two rather large, well developed nipples! Women's nipples! They weren't quite as big as most women's, but they were definitely female!

"Oh Jesus, Jerry!, " I cried out in a slightly higher pitched voice than I was used to hearing, "You, . . . you, . . . you look like, . . . like your . . . I don't, . . . I can't . . . ohh, maann!" My voice trail off in disbelief.

He looked at me with shock and replied, "Ohhh, Christ, Dave! You should see yourself!! Oh, God!! I think they're doin' it to us, man!! They're turning us into , . . into, . . . girls !!" His slightly higher voice was filled with fear.

I quickly looked down at myself, afraid of what I'd see, but afraid to not look.

Instead of seeing my usual, well built male body, I saw , . . . saw . . . well I saw what I saw when I looked at Jerry! A narrow waist, too high on my torso, hips too wide for a man or boy, soft skin, long shapely legs, and just plain smaller everything. Except my distended and feminine nipples! I leaned back and groaned! I could hear simpering noises coming from the other guys.

I looked over at Kevin and was just as shocked as when I'd seen Jerry. He was so small now, just like a girl!! He had been so big! What had she said? We would be 5' 6"? 115 pounds? I couldn't look at his girlish frame anymore! He looked like an undeveloped girl, . . . we all did! I could hear Ricky choke back a cry and saw that he, too, looked like the rest of us. His face was almost pretty now. And his chest sported the same, feminine nipples that the rest of us had. I had to look away! I closed my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare!

I looked back up to the monitor, wanting to scream out at the woman smiling at me from there! But a second later, I heard the three soft chimes and I tensed for what was to come.

She began to speak again.

"There now, that wasn't so hard. Was it, ladies?" She smiled widely and then went on.

"That completes the first phase of todays segment. I'm sure you'll all be more comfortable in your properly sized bodies. But don't worry, there will be several more modifications today. We wouldn't want you to feel too incomplete after just getting started." She winked again and I felt sick. I couldn't look away from her, but it was all I wanted to do. I couldn't bear to hear about more changes!

"Now for the next phase, ladies. This phase will include Voice Modification and Tonal Quality Modification to complete female standards. Hand, Feet, and Neck Modifications to complete female standards, and Male Genitalia Atrophy to Pre-Pubescent stage. Please remain still during the process."

As I looked to see the yellow light grow with the increasing hum, I tried to force myself to leap off the sofa! But I just couldn't make my body move!! My body? I didn't think so.

The light bathed us for a few moments and the only thing I could feel was a slight constriction in my throat and a tingling in my loins and extremeties. A slight tingling sensation grew in my hands and feet and lower abdomen, but otherwise I felt fine. But that didn't make me feel any better now! I had felt fine before and had seen the results!

As the light faded away, I again looked over a Jerry. He seemed to be about the same except that his neck seemed slimmer and a little longer. And he no longer had any trace of his Adams' Apple! He was looking at his hands which were definitely the slender, soft hands of a woman! With long, slender fingers and tapered, shapely nails that went slightly past his fingertips!!

I held up my own hands and looked at them. My hands!? They had been small after the last change, but this! This , .. . these . . . these were ladies hands!! Just like Jerry's. Long, slender fingers and rounded nails! They seemed so small and delicate!! How could they be mine!?! I looked quickly down at my feet. I had heard her say something about them and I had felt tingling there, too.

Lifting my leg up slightly, I looked at a small, petite, woman's foot! The small toes were tipped with rounded and feminine toenails! I leaned back and groaned a little.

But, . . . but, . . . what was that I heard?!! I groaned again at the thought and I heard the distinctive groan that only a woman's voice could make! I looked over at Jerry, who was staring at me and opened my mouth to speak. After hearing what I said, . . . I wished I hadn't.

In a very high and feminine voice I heard myself say, "Jerry?? Do, . . Do you hear anything, . . . different in my, . . . my, . . voice??" Before he answered, I knew that he had to. It was unmistakably the voice of a young woman. The soft, high-pitched, lilting voice of a . . . a . . . girl !! I now had the voice of a woman and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it from being so! I felt soooo humiliated!! I just couldn't say anything else. My mind reeled with the thought of what was happening to us, . . . to me!

Jerry just moved his mouth up and down in disbelief for a moment before he blurted out, "Oh, my God, Dave! Your voice!! You have, . . a , . . a . . . girl's voice!" He was about to say something else when he shot his slender hand up to his own throat, looking at me with shock on his face. He had heard it as well as I. His voice was no less that of a woman's now than mine!! Different, of a slightly lower pitch, but unmistakably a girl's voice!!

I shot a look at Kevin, sitting up and looking at us, his slender hands at his own throat, too afraid to speak. Ricky was watching, too, but he shook his head from side to side and cried out, very femininely and softly, "This isn't happennnningggg! Noooooo!" But as if in direct contradiction to his statement, his girlish, all female voice betrayed the truth. I couldn't believe the sound I had heard coming from him anymore than I could believe the sound that had come from my own throat. His high-pitched whining had elevated his pitch to as high a whine as I had ever heard a woman make before. There was no question. We sounded exactly like girls!!

Kevin looked at Ricky and said, "It's alright, man. We . . . we'll . . . beat . . . beat . . . " But his soft, girlish voice just trailed off. He obviously couldn't stand hearing his own soft soprano voice any longer. He just stared at Ricky, his delicate hand at his slender throat and then he looked down, silently shaking his head.

I looked back down at my hands and noticed that the wedding band no longer seemed strange on my ring-finger. It was made for a hand like this. A woman's hand.

I remembered the tingling I had felt in my groin, but didn't want to look. What had she said? Male Genitalia Atrophy? To Pre-Pubescent size? I wasn't sure what that meant, but I slowly spread my girlish looking thighs apart and looked.

I gave a little feminine gasp as I looked at where my previously, all male, well endowed penis and testicles had been. It might not have been any bigger than most other guys, but it suited me fine, . . . that is . . . it had suited me fine!

Where once I had been proud of what I saw there, . . . I now had the small pink penis and tiny testicles I remembered having when I was very young, before I entered puberty. There was no other way to think of it. I was no longer a real man!! At best . . . I was just a boy!

Looking over and seeing the others looking down at their own groins, and hearing the feminine moans escape their lips as they did, I gathered that they were in the same shape as me.

As Jerry and I exchanged a fearful glance, we heard the woman begin to speak again and our heads turned involuntarily to meet her gaze. She continued on with her happy, cheerful tone as she spoke.

"That completes the next phase of your transformation, girls. I'm sure you'll all be delighted with the results thus far."

My fear grew as she so calmly continued on, acting as though we wanted these insane changes to our bodies to continue!

"Now, . . before we take a short break, we'll make a couple or more alterations with the next phase of this segment."

My heart, if it was possible, began to beat even faster. What could be next!? I didn't even want to know! Oh, please!, I thought, . . . Please Stop!!

"This phase will consist of Hair Texture and Placement Modification. Length adjustment will be completed in the second segment. Also, some Internal Organ and Endrocrin System Modifications to female specifications will occur. Testicle Ascention into the lower abdomen and preliminary mutation into Female Ovaries will be conducted. Other minor male reproductive organs will be transformed into female organs; such as Prostate Gland mutation into Fallopian Tubes and other minor changes. Full implementation of Female Genitalia and Reproductive Organs shall be completed in the second segment."

I was reeling from the calm, deliberate way she pronounced that I was about to essentially become more of a woman than a man! Ovaries?! Fallopian Tubes?! I couldn't have those things!! I was a man!! Damn it!! I was a man!!

"When this phase is completed, ladies, you'll have a short break in which to become accostomed to the many changes you have undergone. Please feel free to discuss your feelings with your friends. Free-speech will be allowed as long as you don't become too excited." She winked again.

"Before we commence this phase, let me tell a little more about another process that will begin as soon as your break begins. As I told you earlier, certain controls, via your lovely wedding bands, will be transmitted to you continously from now on. So far, these controls have simply restricted your behavior. At the completion of this phase, behavior enhancement and control will commence. I'm sure you'll find that these behavior enhancements, which compell you to act and speak in certain ways will assist you in making your transformation more comfortable. They will begin gently, but you'll find that more enhancements will come as time passes."

Now, . . . if you are ready?" She raised her eyebrows and then smiled, "Please remain still as we begin. I'll be leaving for now, . . . but I'll be back."

With that, the monitor faded as she smiled and waved her dainty hand to us. The humming started at once and soon we were all bathing in that accursed yellow light!

When the light faded, I looked up for a moment and saw the glass retracting upwards to it's previous position.

I hesitated looking down at myself or at the others again. I had felt a strong tingling on my head and in my groin area. I had heard what she had said, but I couldn't believe that my balls had gone up inside of me and were turning into a pair of female ovaries!! I didn't even try to picture it. It was too disgusting!! But I did feel a little different down there now. There was no denying it. It would be hard to describe it. I just felt different. Where I had always felt everything outside of me, I was now beginning to feel things, . . . inside of me! My groin area outside of me felt naked! The thought made me cringe!

I looked down at my crotch. I just had to. It was the only way to see for sure. I gasped in a feminine tone at what I saw!

What startled me was not so much the lack of any testicles and my small, pink penis, no more than an inch in length now and shrivelled inside pinkish skin, but, . . . it was the . . . the traingular patch of soft, feminine, blond pubic hair! My normally wide ranging, scraggly, coarse blond male pubic hair had been replaced by the same kind of pubic hair I had only seen on nude pictures of women and on my girlfriend!! What had happenned to my hair!?!

As the thought flew through my mind, my right hand flew to my head. Instead of feeling my blond, coarse hair, I now felt soft and fine hair, much thicker than I'd had before!! It didn't feel any longer, but it was unmistakably the hair you would expect to feel growing abundantly on a woman's head!! was so soft and silky!! I let my hand fall away and let out another feminine groan.

I finally looked up as I heard the girlish gasp coming from Jerry. Looking over at him, I could see the shiny, silky black hair he now had on his head. It was thicker than his had been, and darker, but, . . . without even feeling it I could tell it was girl's hair. It just looked the way a woman's hair should look! And it grew out from his head like a girls hair did. It fell softly on his small head and there was no trace of any growth on his neck. Even the area above and in front of his ears had only soft, fine and silky wisps of feminine growth!! I could tell by his look that he saw the same thing on me.

And something else. He'd had fairly thick, somewhat bushy dark eyebrows before. Now, . . . now all I could see were a pair of much thinner and more feminine looking, slightly arched eyebrows. They were still dark, but they were more of what you expect to find on a woman than a man! I felt my own eyebrows with my slender fingertip. Oh, Jesus!, I thought, they feel so thin and soft!

I looked over at Kevin and Ricky. Kevin's hair seemed the biggest shock! Where he had always had coarse, thick, and curly red hair, he now had a head of short, but radiantly fine and silky soft reddish, auburn locks!! The shiny auburn hair curled lightly as it rested softly on his head. He was touching it tenitavely and moaning softly in his female voice. His reddish-brown thin eyebrows matched the shape and feminine appearance of Jerry's.

Ricky's hair was the same as ours, except in was a shinier, light brown now and had some blond highlights in it. He was looking at me as he ran his slender, long, feminine fingers through it. His lower lip trembled as he looked back down at his crotch and touched his soft, light brown, traingular patch of female pubic hair. His girlish eyebrows were raised in alarm as he felt the downy softness of his female pubic hair.

Jerry looked back at me and he took a deep breath, causing his distended, feminine nipples to jut out a little.

"We've got to try and do something, Dave." he said softly in his female voice, "I don't think that I can take anymore of this."

Kevin sat up straight, a look of resolve on his face and said, "Yeah! Let's put our heads together guys and see if we can't find a way out of this." He didn't sound very convincing with his high-pitched, girlish tones.

I shook my head, feeling my own frustration, but knowing how completely helpless we were and said, "It's no use, man. They've got us and you know it! We couldn't do anything if we wanted to. You've seen what happened before! I'm not going to try and escape. Just look at us! Do you think we'd stand a chance fighting against these guys? We're, . . . " I was so frustrated, "we're . . . no bigger than sixteen year old girls!"

They looked back at each other and then back down at themselves. Seeing their small, feminine bodies with only a little more muscle mass than you would expect to find on a young girl made my statement sink in. They looked back at me with looks that said they knew I was right.

Ricky stood up slowly and turned to us. He looked to be about to cry as he said, "I'm afraid, you guys! I don't want to be a girl!! I don't!!" His feminine voice made him sound like a young girl about to throw a fit. I felt sorry for him, even in my own frustration and despair.

He turned as if to run from the pit, but . . . he just started to walk to his room. The rest of us stared in shock!!

It wasn't the fact that he was walking to his sleeping area that shocked us, . . . . it was the way he walked. His mannish saunter had been replaced by a gracefull, feminine walk!! And his hips swayed back and forth, just like a girls!! He was halfway to his room before he stopped short and turned back to us. His look of dismay told us that he must have realized what he was doing.

"I . . . I . . . I'm not trying to do that!" he said, "I . . . I just . . . couldn't . . . help it." His girlish voice trailed off to a whisper. I looked at him and realized that the behavior control the woman had spoken of must be starting. It made sense that none of the men here would try and act like women, even if they did look like one. They would have to use control to make us act that way. I wondered what else we would find ourselves doing. The thought made me shudder!

I looked at Ricky and then back at the others and said, "Don't let it get to you. Just remember, you're not doing it, . . . . they're making you do it!" The others, still showing fear and confusion on their androgenous faces nodded and even Ricky nodded back, too. As long as we stuck together, it wouldn't be so bad or embarassing each time something happened.

Even in our current state, old feelings of comaradery came back and we knew we had to stick together. But I wasn't sure how long I could keep up any sense of pride. I felt so much despair at our plight! I just didn't know what we could do!!

"At least we can get something on us." I said softly, "I'm not going to sit around here naked and have to look at myself."

I got up and headed to my room. I was halfway there before I realized that I was walking like a girl, my hips slightly swaying and my left hand held up next to my waist with a limp wrist. I stopped for a moment and looked back at the others. They were watching me with blank faces. I just sighed and said in my girlish, new voice, "Just remember, . . . it's not our fault!"

Then I swished into my room and sat down on the bed, unconciously crossing my legs at the knees. I looked down and wanted to cry. In spite of my efforts to appear brave, I didn't feel that way. I was so scared!!

I looked at the white, ladies robe lying on the bed and decided that I just couldn't wear it. I stood up and walked in a girlish way over to the closet. I struggled to use my own walk, but all I could do was take short steps with my hips moving like a girls would. I decided to stop dwelling on it and opened the closet. Nothing. I went over to the dresser and opened the drawers. I quickly closed them when I saw that they only thing that had been placed there while we had been gone was a . . . a girls pink nightie!

The robe didn't seem so bad now, but I was still reluctant to put it on. But, before I could think of doing anything else, I found myself slipping it on, feeling the soft material against my soft and sensitive skin! I didn't try to put it on! On the contrary. I was almost ready to wear nothing at all when I just walked over and slipped it on!! More control, I deduced.

I tied it around my small waist and then turned to see the vanity with it's mirror against the wall. Up until then, I hadn't wanted to use it, but I just had to look at myself. I had to reassure myself that it was still me!

I walked over to the mirror, noting that the mirror seemed to be taller than I remembered. But I knew that it was me who was several inches shorter now. I took another step and stood in front of the decorative mirror.

Looking back at me was a young blond person of about sixteen years old or so. It was difficult to tell if it was a boy or a girl, but the image leaned strongly towards that of a young woman! I looked, mouth agape, at the youthful, almost pretty image and saw that I could still see myself in that picture. My light blond hair, shining and soft like a girls, lay slightly longer on my smaller head than it had when I was bigger. It gave me a bit of a pixey look. I saw a slender, feminine hand go up to my face and felt it touch the soft, glowing skin it contacted on my cheek. I even felt the unusual touch of the longer, rounded fingernail as it brushed over my skin. I could see my dark blond, thin eyebrows and realized that they were higher above my eyes than they had been before. Almost arched like a woman's. Most of my face looked about the same, except it was smaller, the skin was smooth, devoid of facial hair, and my nose seemed a bit smaller in porportion than it had been. My hand went to my long, thin throat and I suddenly realized that I no longer had an Adam's Apple! It was just smooth and soft, . . . like a girl's!

I shook my head and turned away from the mirror. I couldn't look anymore. A sudden realization that I could easily pass for a woman now had run through my mind uninvited . . . . and I couldn't bear that thought for long.

I walked back out of my room. I didn't want to go anywhere, but I walked in a feminine manner, again against my will, over to Jerry's room and turned in to see him putting on his robe, too. I wanted to say something to him about what had just happened, but instead, I heard myself gush out in a very girlish way, saying, "Oh, Jerry! You look so nice in that robe! It's really you!"

My face must have blushed ten shades of red! How could I have said anything like that!? That wasn't me!

His momentary look of shock was replaced by a genuine smile and then he girlishly exclaimed, "Thank you, Dave! You look very nice in your robe, too. Aren't they soft and cuddly?" He hugged his body and swayed femininely as he spoke! Then he stopped and blushed, trying to look away. I found my own voice and said, "It's alright, Jerry. I couldn't help it either. It's the behavior control again." Then I paused and added sadly, "It'll probably get worse as time goes on. Remember what she said?"

He looked up and nodded, knowing exactly what I meant.

We heard a girlish squeal and went out to see Ricky standing in front of Kevin, actually smiling and pleased as he exclaimed, "Oh, Kevin! You've got one, too! Aren't they just sooo soft and comfortable?" As he got ahold of himself, a look of dismay came over his face as he realized what he had just said. Kevin's feminized voice cried out as he swayed and hugged his small front, "Oh yes, Ricky! I just looovve the way they fit!" Then he, too, looked in amazement at us all as he struggled to control his own speech, blushing as he looked away.

Jerry stepped lightly into the pit area, his hips swaying as he did and went to the bar area. He acted very femininely as he pressed the buttons to get himself a drink of something. I followed him down and got myself a soda and then sat near him on the couch. I noticed that we both smoothed our robes under our thighs, just like a woman, before we sat and then crossed our legs at the knees. He was sipping his drink, holding it femininely in his hand as he did and I realized that I was, too.

The other guys soon came down, Kevin with a glass of soda and Ricky with a cup of tea. As I watched them sit like ladies and then sip their drinks like women, I realized that the control was beginning to extend itself into almost all facets of our behavior. I felt despair and loss at my inability to control my actions. I concentrated on not doing anything, but . . . the more I tried not to move, the more often I would make a feminine gesture. The same thing was happening to the others. Soon, we were all sitting and gesturing as though we had always behaved like girls! It was so embarassing and mortifying to see the others and myself act this way!! I wanted to stop and run screaming from the room! It was only when we calmed down and didn't move so much that we could regain some minor control over ourselves.

We hadn't spoken since the earlier outbursts when Jerry looked over at me and said, "I'm afraid to talk. I'm . . . I'm not sure what will come out."

I nodded with the others and then said, "Me, too. I can't stand hearing my voice and I'm afraid that I'll say something embarassing."

Kevin looked over at me and said, "I know how you feel, man. This is driving me crazy! I can't believe that anyone would . . . or could . . do this to me. I . . . I'm afraid of what will happen next." He feminine voice held none of usual bravado that we had come to know. He sounded like a lost girl, alone among wolves.

Ricky looked at us and softly said, "I . . . I don't think I can , . . . can say anything . . . except. . . . except that I think you guys are great and . . . . I was glad . . . glad to be your friend." His feminized voice trailed off and he lowered his head, his soft brown hair falling forward a little.

Jerry cleared his throat and said, "I . . . I don't no how much longer we'll be able to say what we want, so . . . I guess I'll just say my goodbyes now. I . . . . . don't know how we'll act later. Just . . . just remember. It's always still gonna be me in here." He turned a slender finger to his chest.

I looked at him, feeling sad and lost and said, "Me, too. I hope we'll always remember what we were like. Maybe this . . . this won't . . . won't go on forever."

Kevin and Ricky nodded as Jerry looked up and smiled a little. Kevin looked at him and said, "I can . . . I can feel it, too. I . . . try to say . . . to say something, . . . but it just seems hard . . . . hard to get it . . . out." I knew what he meant. It was getting more and more difficult to say exactly what I wanted.

Jerry nodded and then looked at me. He said, "What . . . . what do . . . you . . think . . will happen . . . next?"

I shrugged in a feminine fashion, unable to do otherwise and held my slender hands limpwristed to the side. I shook my head and said, "I . . .don't know. But . . . but I'm . . .sure it won't be . . . . be any fun." Then, without trying, I smiled and reached out in a girlish way, touching his arm and exclaimed, "But I just looovve the way your hair shines!! I hope mine does, too!!" Then I actually giggled!! Inside, I . . . I felt sooooo ashamed, but I couldn't stop it from coming out.

Instead of seeing Jerry's face become alarmed or get an embarassed look on it from what I had just so girlishly said, he reached out and touched my hand in a feminine way and said, "Oh, Dave, your hair is gorgeous!! It's such a nice shade of honey blonde!" Then he gave a fake, petulant pout as he touched his own hair and said, "I just wish it were longer!! I just can't do anything with it the way it is now!"

We both giggled again and then I found myself blushing once more over the scene we had just acted out. It just seemed to happen without warning!!

I looked at Kevin and Ricky and could see their discomfort over what they had just witnessed. Ricky opened his mouth to say something, his expression indicating that he wanted to tell us it was OK, but instead, he broke into a wide grin and looked at Kevin, pointing gracefully at him and exclaiming, "I just wish my hair was as naturally curly as Kevins'! Some girls have all the luck!" Then he giggled and Kevin, who was obviously trying to look away at that moment, smiled, turned back to Ricky and then actually struck a feminine pose, his hand fluffing up his soft auburn red hair as he said in a sultry voice, "Eat your hearts out, girls!" Then he giggled and said to Ricky, "Don't worry, Ricky, you know your hair is just as pretty as the rest of ours!" Hearing them refer to us as girls just made it worse! The humiliation was unbearable!!

After that, we tried not to talk so much, but every now and then over the next fifteen minutes or so, we would go through another little burst of behavior like that, talking very girlishly and acting like a bunch of schoolgirls. Ricky had even stood up when we had finished our drinks, gathered them up and put them in the chute (which seemed to conveniently open whenever it was needed). Then he swished back over to the pit area and started to sit down. Then, . . .he stopped and stood there, his girlish hand held femininely on one hip and said, "I hope you guys don't think I'm going to be your personal maid! I only did it because I think that we should be neat and tidy !" As he sat down again, smoothing his robe under his thighs, I could see that he was blushing red from his statement. Inside, . . . I knew that the other guys were as fearful and despairing as I was.

A short while later, we looked up at the screen as the chimes rang softy out.

The woman appeared on the screen, smiling bright as usual and began to speak.

"Hello again, ladies! I hope you had an enjoyable respite. I'm glad that you have all had the good sense to put on your lovely robes. Aren't they comfortable?" Again she gave us that knowing wink. I almost had the feeling that she could see us sitting there. My heart began to beat faster as she continued on. I didn't know what to expect.

"The next phase of this segment will begin in a moment. But first, . . . let me tell you a little about what to expect." Oh, God!! I wished that I could just die and end it all before hearing what she was about to say! But, . . . I just listened and watched, unable to do anything else.

"This segment will consist of Ear Sizing, some Facial Alterations,and Breast Budding. Your ears will be reduced slightly to accomodate female characteristics and earlobe enhancement will occur to female specifications. Facial Alterations will include jawline lifting and smoothing, chin tapering and shortening, and some mouth and lip sizing to include lipline assimilation to feminine standards. Also, all dental reconstruction will be completed to include teeth straightening, whitening, and size reductions. Your noses will be slightly modified to a more feminine standard, however, complete female restructuring will be accomplished during the next segment. Some eyelash and shape alterations will be performed, but this will not be completed until tomorrow. Most of the major facial changes shall be completed during the next segment. These changes are only preliminary and will give you time to grow used to your new appearance. All facial modifications will be made using your current appearance as a base starting point. You will find that you may be able to see a resemblance to your current appearance, even when your transformation into a complete woman has been finished. This resemblance will vary with each of you, of course, depending upon how radical the alterations have been to produce the desired effect." She paused and gave us another wink. Then she went on.

"Also during this phase, your breasts will be altered to assume the size normally attributed to female puberty. Appropriately sized Aureolas shall grow about your nipples, and lactation cells will form within the mammary glands. Overall size will approximate an A-cup. Complete breasts size enhancement will be completed in the second segment. Now , . . . if you'll all please remain still, we'll begin."

I tried to look over at Jerry and the others as I heard the humming start and the glass structure lowered towards us. I knew I couldn't move, but I felt like I need to see the other guys, to reassure myself that they were nearby, that I wasn't all alone. I felt so horribly scared! What had she said this time? Breast Budding?!? A-cup?!? Did she mean that they were going to start making my breasts grow?!?! Like a girls?!? I almost didn't care about what she had said about my ears and face when I heard that!! But I also was deeply worried about whether or not I would ever be able to recognize myself in a mirror again. I felt so afraid that I was losing myself, . . . losing sight of the me that I knew and was comfortable with! Where would this all end??

But as I tried to turn to the others, I froze, the yellow light bathing me and the humming filling my ears. I could feel my head and face tingling and I felt an itchy kind of tingling and throbbing at my chest!! Oh my God!, I thought, please! Please make this end!!

A moment later, just as before, the tingling ceased as the light faded and the humming stopped. I looked up slightly and saw that the glass structure was retracting to it's previous position, it's insane, revolting work completed.

I took a breath, aware that my chest seemed to be rubbing uncomfortably against my robe, especially around my nipples. I didn't want to look. Could it possibly be? If I opened the front of my robe, would I be confronted with the fact that I now had a small pair of tits?!? Girls tits?!? I couldn't look. But I didn't have to. I could feel them. They were there, poking out, pressing lightly against the inside of my robe, pushing the nipples against the soft fabric. But even the soft fabric was enough to lightly irritate them. How big were they? Would I be as disgusted as I feared, if I looked?! I had to look! I had to see if I was only imagining it! Maybe that's all it was, the power of suggestion! Maybe they were only in my imagination! My feminine hands moved to the front of my robe, my long, slender fingers pulling the robe apart.

But my fears were not my imagination. As the front of my robe opened up, I slowly looked down to see two, small, but pert, round breasts!! My distended nipples poked upwards from their nubile fullness, surrounded by somewhat large and reddish-brown female aureolas! My new bosum protruded enough to know that I would never be able to wear a tight shirt again without betraying the fact that I had the breasts of a girl!! And the woman had said that they would get bigger tomorrow!! I almost fainted from my panic and fear. I was so ashamed at my appearance! How could they! How could they make me have. . . have tits !!

A feminine gasp from Jerry made me close my robe and look over at him. Him? My mouth fell open in astonishment! Other than the obvious fact that he now had small breasts protruding from his feminine chest, his pink nipples sticking upwards, stiff and proud from within his dark aureloas as he held open his robe with his slender hands, . . . other than this painful reality, I was more shocked by his . . . his? . . . his face. I was only sure that it was Jerry because I knew that he had been sitting next to me when this phase had started!

I blinked twice while staring blankly at his profile, realizing that I was looking through eyes covered with long, slightly curled eyelashes that I could see in an unfocused blur over my eyes , . . . and then I saw his full face as he turned to look at me, fear and astonishment growing on his, . . . his . . . young and . . . and (there wasn't any other way to put it) . . pretty, feminine face!

I stared in disbelief at his smooth, gracefull jawline, his small, lightly rounded chin and his smaller, more pert nose. But, . . . but if that wasn't enough, . . his previously thin lips and small mouth had been replaced with a wider, fuller, more feminine mouth, and a much more feminine set of lips! He even had a small cupid's bow on his full, upper lip! I didn't even notice at the time that his ears were bobbed and now quite petite looking, with larger, more feminine lobes on the bottom.

He blinked once and I caught the sight of longer, dark eyelashes moving up and down on his eyelids. They even curled up slightly, like a girl's would, making his eyes look much larger than they were! The overall effect of his facial changes made it difficult to see him in there. He just looked so, . . . so . . . . pretty! I felt my pulse race again in distress, as I realized that I, too, would see equally bizarre changes in my own appearance if I looked into a mirror.

I stopped staring as I heard a feminine sob come from Ricky. I knew what to expect this time as I looked over at him, but it still didn't lessen my shock at his transformation! He was staring down at his new, protruding breasts and wagging his full, feminine mouth in disbelief at the new female acrutiments growing from his chest. But I found it difficult to see much of the old Ricky I had known in the pretty, feminine face that looked up at me. He had always had larger lips than I would have thought normal for a guy, but now his full, pouty lips looked so feminine and so, . . so sensuous, that I hardly believed it was him! His classically feminine jaw and chin were unmistakably girlish and his small ears poked out only slightly from under his light brown, silky hair. He was blinking back a tear and his long lashes looked soft and full as they fluttered up and down.

I turned away, unable to see my friends like that any longer. I wanted to shout and stamp my foot in frustration, knowing that my changed face must also reflect the same female qualities that the others had, when I heard the feminine and girlish voice that I knew belonged to Kevin, softly cry out,

"Oh, God!! Oh, God!! Oh, God!!", it repeated. I looked up to see the feminine, fair skinned, and girlish face that had replaced Kevins' rugged and mannish features. His girlish jawline was tensed in anger and his pert nose was slightly flared in frustration. He was looking over at Jerry and me, his full, naturally reddish lips open in shock. Gleaming white teeth shone out from his full, girlish mouth, his long lashes blinking up and down in bewilderment, his feminine bosum heaving in and out, exaggerating his feminine appearance as he cried out softly in his girlish voice, "Oh God! They. . they really . . . really did it! They, . . . . . they made . . . made us . . . grow . . . .tits !"

I shook my head and looked away, I couldn't look any longer at his pained, yet pretty and girlish expression. He had been the most macho of all of us. A man's man. But now, . . . now his cute face only reminded my of the fresh, beautiful faces of young girls I had seen and known. There was no way on earth that anyone would have ever guessed he was anything other than a young girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. It was the same with Jerry and Ricky and . . . and without even looking, I knew for me, too.

I could feel my straight teeth clench together, touching each other differently than they had before, fitting together better and without the small underbite I'd had . I lifted my left hand up to my mouth and with my soft fingertips, felt the soft, fuller, shaplier lips I now had. I let my fingers trace my jawline and felt it's soft, gentle incline as it went gracefully upwards towards my neck. The small chin I felt underneath my touch was not mine and as I lifted my fingers up to my nose, I knew before I touched it that it would no longer have the distinctive bump on it's bridge that I'd carried there all my life. As I traced it's small, smooth outline to my cheek, I choked back a cry of despair, knowing that I probably wouldn't even recognize myself now. Nor would anyone else if ever they came looking for me.

I looked back at Jerry and realized that he was looking at me with the same look of disbelief that I had shown him.

"Oh, Jeeezuss, Dave! You . . . you . . . you look . . . you look just like . . . like a . . a girl !" he said in his feminine and astonished voice.

I just bowed my head, seeing the front of my robe pushing slightly outwards, and replied, "I . . . I know." Then I looked back at him and seeing his youthful, feminine face again, I softy added, "You. . . . you, too. We . . . we all do now!" I looked over at Ricky and Kevin and nodded in their direction. Jerry looked over at them, too.

Ricky was looking at Kevin. Kevin was letting his slender fingers run over his face, feeling for the first time what it felt like to have the face of a girl, no longer feeling his rugged features. His look of dismay made my heart sink.

I saw Ricky's petulant lips quiver as he said, "Oh, Goooodddd, Kevin! What's happening to us?!?" His frightfull, female voice made me wince. I couldn't stand being assualted by all . . . . all this . . . . femaleness around me! I wanted to escape! To run! To hide forever! But I just sat still, waiting for the inevitable.

As Ricky lowered his head in abject despair, I could here the chimes sound again as the woman on the screen resumed her smiling pronouncements. We all looked up at her as began to speak, afraid to listen, but too afraid to not know what was coming next.

"Well, girls. I'm sure your all very proud of your new additions," and she winked again as she continued, ". . . especially your new breasts! But, . . we still have one more phase to complete this evening before you can relax and get to know your new bodies better."

She hesitated and flashed a sexy, toothy smile before continuing.

"The last phase of the first segment does not involve any further physical alterations. Rather, . . we will concentrate on beginning new behaviors and aquainting you with certain customs and activities expected of women here on Athernia."

I felt a little better knowing that they weren't going to inflict anymore changes on us right away, but I gained little comfort from that thought, knowing the extent to which I had already been altered.

"First of all," she began, "you will no doubt wish to attire yourselves properly for the short lecture I'm about to give you. I'm sure you all feel a little uncomfortable without any proper underwear on. If you'll all direct your attention to the receptor cabinet below the monitor, I will ask each of you to approach it, one at a time, and remove the items placed there for you. Then, please return to the sofa for further instructions."

I looked at the cabinet below the TV monitor that I had seen earlier and saw that it now was opening up. The rolltop-like upper part had slid back to reveal a wide shelf. On it lay a pink bag, . . a drawtop purse. I looked at Jerry, not wanting to move, afraid of what might be in store for us now, but, . . . but I found myself standing up and walking alone, hips swaying over to the cabinet. As I approached it, I could feel the additional flesh on my chest jiggle slightly as I moved. The feeling was so strange and so embarassing that I wanted to put my arms over my breasts, to stop them from moving. But I kept my arms gracefully at my sides until I reached the cabinet and then, without hesitation, reached out and picked up the pink bag. It felt like a soft leather to my slender fingers, and it looked like the drawstrings closed the top the way I'd seen womens' purses close before. I tried to let it go, let it fall back onto the shelf, I didn't want to hold this symbol of womanhood in my hands, . . . but I only turned, holding it in a feminine manner in my right hand as I went back to the sofa and sat down, placing the pink purse in my lap.

Then I saw the lid on the cabinet close for a moment and then open again to reveal a peach colored purse on the shelf this time. Jerry stood up and walked over to it. His hips moved in a feminine fashion as he did and I could see him reach out and clasp the purse in his right hand, holding it gracefully as he turned and came back. I couldn't help but notice the jiggling motion his breasts made to the front of his robe as he returned and sat next to me, placing his purse in his lap.

Kevin and Ricky followed, each returning with their own purses. Kevins' was red and Ricky held a white one on his lap. I looked at each of them, some of them raising their feminine eyebrows up in a look of puzzlement over what was going on. But each of us still showed more fear and distress on our faces than anything else.

The woman began to speak again and we all looked up at her image on the screen, tensing for what might come next.

"Very good, ladies. What girl would go about without her purse, . . right?" She smiled and nodded as she spoke, "That's right, the first rule is that you will never leave a room without your purses. You will have an opportunity to exchange it later for different purses of your choice, as the occasion dictates, . . . but for now, please carry this one with you at all times." I somehow knew that even though I would never attempt to keep it with me, I would nevertheless, be forced to carry it around involuntarily wherever I went.

"Now, as I said, I'm sure you all must feel uncomfortable without any underwear, so I would like all of you to please open your purses and take out the two items you'll find inside, on top."

I couldn't stop my hands from loosening the straps and opening up the purse. I found myself looking into the purse and seeing a pair of simple, pink cotton panties and a pink cotton bra. I wanted to jerk my hand away, but instead I reached in and gently lifted the two items out, placing them next to me on the sofa and then closing the purse. I didn't even see what else was in it, I had acted so quickly under their control.

"Very good, girls. Now, please stand and remove your robes."

Involuntarily, we all stood up at once and took off our white robes. We placed them next to our purses, which we had set on the sofa as we stood up. I noticed the other guys standing near as my head had turned to set down my robe. I caught a glimpse of several small, jiggling breasts as Jerry and Kevins' bosums filled my sight. I stood back to face the screen, feeling the air move over my breasts and nipples as they jiggled slightly with my movement. I felt my shame and disgust grow as I stood there, naked in front of my friends and that woman, no longer a man, but a man inside the nubile body of a girl, . . . a girl with only small vestiges of a former male identity.

"Thank you, ladies. Now please, . . . one at a time, put on your panties and bra. Then you may sit down. Please begin."

I waited for my body to move, but I could see a movement out of the corner of my eye and I found that my head turned freely to see Ricky stepping lightly into his pair of white panties! He pulled the panties up over his hips in one motion, as if he had worn girls panties all his life. I noticed that they rode well up on his hips, curving in to fit around the base of his small waist, with a small, almost unnoticable bulge protruding where his tiny penis pressed against the soft fabric. They were rather plain, except for a small strand of white lace that lined the top and I could see the distinctive, feminine cut of the fabric as they tapered up on the sides to narrow, french-cut bands. Then, I watched with increasing anxiety as he picked up the bra in his small hand. He turned it so that the small cups were in front and he leaned forward slightly as he slid his small arms through the straps and then pressed the cups against his busom. Then he reached around and fastened the clasp in the back. He did it expertly, like a girl who had done it many times before! Yet while all of this was happening, his face showed only fear and loathing at what he was doing, his full lips quivering as he was forced to don the feminine undergarments.

When he had clasped the bra in back, he stood up straight and adjusted the bottom of the bra so that it held up his small breasts properly. Then he adjusted the cleavage, actually pulling his breasts towards the middle with his slender fingers, causing them to press together in the front, creating the illusion of more breast flesh than there really was! I saw a small, pink rose embroidered between the cups on the band and a light lace trim ran up the front on both sides.

When he was through, he sat down, crossing his legs at his knees and stared up at the screen. I was amazed and afraid of how much the bra did to lend to his feminine appearance, especially seeing his own breasts pressing out from the tops of it.

Then Kevin did the same, putting on his rose-red panties and bra in the same manner as Ricky did. When he was done and sitting down, his face showed his disgust at what he had just done, but he was unable to say anything.

As Jerry started to put on his girls underwear, I felt my anxiety grow, knowing I would be next. Soon he was sitting down, his peach colored panties and bra in place, his new breasts pushed up in the front to poke out the top of the lacy garment. He looked at the screen, his pretty face showing disdain as he placed his small hands in his pantied lap.

Then, I was turning and picking up the pink panties and pulling them up my smooth, hairless legs. Inwardly I screamed for myself to stop, but in a moment, the pink panties, with their lace trimmed top were snuggly up over my hips, pressing in on the bottom of my narrow waist and firmly in place, lending a distressing femininity to my already disheartening appearance.

Then I picked up the pink bra. As I struggled inwardly to throw it away from me, I found myself looking at it and turning it around so that I could slip my slender arms through the straps and place them over my narrow shoulders. As I did, my right hand came up to press the cups against my breasts and then I leaned forward, allowing my small boobs to fall into the cups. Then I reached around with both hands and found the ends, clasping them together in the back. I knew my face was displaying my dismay and anger as I straightened up and then adjusted the front, pulling my sensitive breasts up and in to get the maximum effect from the lifting action of the lace trim brassier. You can't imagine my feelings when, after sitting down and crossing my bare legs, feeling my panties snugly about my hips, I looked down to see a pair of small, but nicely developed breasts displayed femininely in my pink bra!

My bra?!? My breasts?!? My panties?!? The reality of what had happened was still sinking in and I felt so bad for myself and my friends as our manhood was slowly whittled away with each passing moment!

Then I was looking back up at the woman, hoping that she had finished with her 'lessons' for the day. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and die!

But she smiled anew and went on with her cheerful speech.

"That's fine, ladies. You must feel much better now. No self-respecting woman would feel properly feminine without her underwear on. At least for most occasions." She smiled and winked again. I cringed inside at her comment. I didn't even start to think about the conotations of what she had inferred!

"Now, ladies, . . please pay attention while I outline some of your duties and responsibilities that reflect our customs and female behavioral requirements here on Athernia. You will be expected to adhere to them at all times. No exceptions. You will find that all of these behaviors will occur automatically, should you elect not to comply voluntarily. Up until now, you have only been exposed to a few of these behaviorial requirements. Although we simply can't cover them all, . . . and since we can't cover too many this evening, I will give you an outline of those that you can expect to see happen right away, or at least sometime tonight. . . as soon as we finish here."

She smiled and then continued to speak, while my heart pounded in my chest, . . . my chest that now had two breasts sprouting from it!

"Now if I may, . . I'll begin.

"First, all Athernian women are expected to maintain a high degree of personal grooming at all times. You must always be properly dressed and wearing appropriate make-up, as the occasion permits. Your hair must always be clean and properly worn, in the best of feminine fashions and at an appropriate length for the style selected. Nails must be kept neat and polished and of an appropriate length." She lifted up one of her delicate hands and displayed a set of long, well-kept, and polished nails. Their bright, wet looking red color lent an air of ultra-femininity to her. I could not imagine the humility of having to wear nails like that!! They were at least half an inch past her slender fingtips!!

"A limited selection of cosmetics, to fit your immediate needs, can now be found on your vanities. Please avail yourself of their benefits as the evening progresses. You will find a full selection provided for you tomorrow.

Make-up?? Cosmetics?!?! On me?!?! No way!! Not on this guy!! I won't do it!!

"You should always dress in a feminine manner and never attempt to revert to past practices where grooming and attire is concerned. I'm sure you'll find your selection of attire to be varied enough to please even the most finicky of tastes. When we are finished here, you'll find that your closets and dressers have an appropriate ensemble for your immediate needs this evening."

I was trembling slightly at the thought of being forced to wear more women's clothing! But I knew that I was helpless to stop it from happening, . . sooner or later. Yet, . . I still harbored a feeble hope that this would all stop and I'd be myself again. But, the strange feeling of the bra, wrapped around my chest and cupping my breasts told me different.

"Your manners must always reflect your commitment to total femininity. You will always behave in a feminine and ladylike way. This will happen as a matter of course as the behavioral control over you continues to increase this evening. By the time you leave here tomorrow, you'll find that you will be able to conduct yourself as a lady in any situation, thereby finding yourself glady accepted into the circles of Aternian Society.

"Now, we have many customs here for the women of Aternia that have been carried on for many years. We find that they all serve a useful purpose and serve to create an ambiance of sophistication and allure. These will all be apparent as time goes on, but I would like to take this time to familiarize you with a few of them.

"You will find that all our women are kind and considerate to others at all times. To each other, . . and most importantly to the men. Disobedience or insubordination to a man, especially your husband, will not be tolerated or allowed. Automatic control will take over whenever insubordination is considered. Don't worry about slipping up, it simply won't happen.

"Also, you'll find that we often attend community functions. Most are of a formal nature and serve to create a feeling of commitment and belonging. You will be expected to attend any function that you receive an invitation to. Your husbands will assist you in keeping a proper social calendar.

"You will be expected to socialize individually with your peers, that is, . . the other women, both alone and with your husbands. Small dinner parties are an everynight occurence here." She smiled and said, "You will find yourself constantly deciding what to wear for each night, . . . always a new party or function to attend to.

"Now that is not to say that you won't have time alone with your spouses or time for yourself, but we feel that idleness creates sloppiness, and it will not be tolerated or allowed."

I tried to picture myself in the situations she was describing, but found the thought disgusting and repulsive! I had to get out of here!! Oh, God! Please help me!! Please stop this, . . now!!

"You will be expected to keep your homes neat and tidy at all times, ready to receive guests at a moments notice. You'll find that with our ultra-modern technology, this will be a fairly simple task.

"Also, we have several personal habits that you will find, if properly done, lend a quality of sophistication and, . . . yes, sensuality, that our men find appealing. Automatic control will always allow you to participate in these activities with ease.

"For instance, we women always conduct ourselves in a loving and ladylike way when with our men. We show our affection freely and with respect. Holding hands, taking his arm, and dancing closely to him are but a few examples of this. You'll find many more examples as you observe others and as the automatic control over your behavior intensifies."

As I sat, half naked in front of the screen, I shuddered at the thought of having to touch another man in that way!! I simply would not let that happen!! I couldn't!! But the lump in my throat was growing by the second as she spelled out a life that I was revolted by! I couldn't!! I wouldn't!!

"Another aspect of your behavior will include lovemaking." She smiled and blushed a little, almost in a fake way, as she said, "Enough said about that for now, I'm sure you'll wish to discuss this more tomorrow, when you are a complete woman."

Never!! Never!!

"There are many other examples I could discuss, for instance, you will always allow a gentleman to hold a door open for you, assist you with your chair, and do other gentlemanly things for you, . . such as light your cigarette." She smiled and said, "This type of behavior will enhance your feminine sophistication and sexuality." She paused as I tried to comprehend what she had just said.

But as the various, disturbing thoughts quickly flashed through my feminine head, she simply continued to talk.

"Of course, you will only smoke ladies cigarettes and you will do so in a feminine and ladylike manner. At formal functions, when properly attired, you may find that you will be required to use an appropriate, ladies cigarette holder. If you already smoke, you will find this an easy transition, however, even if you do not currently smoke, you will find that it is an automatic behavior that will not harm you. Remember, you will remain free of disease and harm here. You will all have an opportunity to participate in this behavior a little later."

Smoking??!!?? What?? I . . . I didn't smoke! Neither did any of the other guys!! This was crazy!! I . . . I couldn't! . . . wouldn't smoke a cigarette or, . . or, . . . or do anything else she had described!! This was outrageous!!

"Well, ladies, that's about it for now. In a moment, you'll be free to move about and begin experiencing your new bodies and various aspects of your new lifestyles. Free-speech will be available much of the time throughout the evening. Don't worry about having to remember everything we've discussed here today. We realize that you have been given alot to consider and think about. So, if you can't remember what to do or how to act, . . . the automatic contol will assist you.

"I'll be back again in the morning with a wake-up call and a whole new segment for you to enjoy! So for now, . . . goodbye and good luck."

She waved girlishly and her image faded from the screen. I just sat there, dumfounded and in some kind of mental shock!! I just couldn't accept all that had happened!! I was reeling inside!

I stared at the screen for a moment longer, not wanting to move or face my friends. Then I looked over at Ricky, fear and loathing covering his feminine face. I still couldn't believe the . . . girl/boy sitting there, wearing white panties and a pair of small breasts lifted up in a matching bra was my old, . . . . male classmate!

I looked at Jerry and I saw him avert his eyes from me. He had one of his slender fingers bent and he was lightly biting on the small knuckle, a pained expression on his girlish face, his breathing coming quickly as his bra covered busom heaved in and out.

Kevin, wearing his rose-red panties and bra, was still looking up at the screen, the blank look on his feminine face a statement of his shock and disbelief over what had happened to us in one short afternoon.

Despite my discomfort over my appearance and our situation, I felt that I needed to do something. Anything! I couldn't just sit here, wearing a pair of girls pink panties and matching bra and let them take over my life! But what could I do?!?

I heard Jerry sob once and looked back at him. He was looking at me now, his hands folded in his lap as he said, "D. . . Dave? What are we going to do, now? I . . . I'm so afraid of what will happen! Ha . . . have you . . thought of something? Do . . . do you think . . . think there's any way, . . way out of here?" I wished I had thought of something, . . . but the truth was, . . I was so upset that I couldn't think. And I didn't think I could bear the thought of finding a way out and then confronting someone, especially someone I knew, looking like this!

I shook my head, taking a deep breath before saying, "I . . I don't think so, Jerry." I hated the sound of my own voice! My feminine, high-pitched, girls voice!

I saw Ricky stir and then sit up straight, his feminine busom jutting out slightly in front of him. He looked at us and I noticed the worried expression he'd had was gone, replaced by a slight smile and then he said, in a very girlish tone, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to get dressed. I'm hungry and I don't think we should eat in our underthings." Then, while we stared in disbelief at his statement, knowing he was being controlled, he reached down and picked up his white purse, slinging it over one arm at the elbow and then picked up his robe. Then he walked towards his room, his hips swaying to each side, emphasizing his pantied bottom.

After Ricky had gone into his room, Kevin looked at Jerry and me and started to say something. I could see his mouth open to speak, . . . but he closed it abruptly and stood, picking up his purse and his robe. Then he smiled and said, "Me, too." Then he was swishing off to his room.

I just looked at Jerry and saw him tighlty closing his eyes, obviously trying to control himself. But a second later he was on his way to his own room, purse and robe in hand. When he had stood up, he had opened his eyes, smiled at me and said, "Come on, Dave. Let's get dressed for dinner."

I wanted to grab onto the couch and hold myself firmly there, but a second later, I was up and following him, my pink purse in one small hand, my white robe in the other. As we ascended the two steps up towards our rooms, I involuntarily said, "Oh, Jerry! I'm just dying to see what I have to wear!" I felt my breasts jiggle slightly in the confinement of my pink bra as I walked up the steps, inwardly screaming for myself to stop, but unable to command my own, . . . my own femininzed body!

Jerry went into his room and I continued to mine. I walked in and immediately saw that something had changed. The vanity now had a small assortment of womens' cosmetics on it, stacked neatly next to a small jewelery box. And a small bouquet of pink roses was on top of the dresser!

Seeing the new, female items there made me want to turn and run from the room, . . but I just walked over and set my purse down on top of the dresser and then leaned forward, taking a long whiff of the aromatic flowers. I knew that I was completely out of the picture now when it came to controlling my movements and behavior. All I could do was come along for the ride and watch.

I stepped over to the closet and opened it up. As I reached inside to get a hangar for my robe, I saw a pale pink dress hanging there. My hand even hesitated, only for a split second, due to my disdain for the dress, before grabbing the hangar and then placing my robe on it. As I hung the robe up, I noticed a pair a pink pumps on the floor of the closet. They were very feminine with low, but narrow, one and a half inch heels. I was very relieved when I found myself turning away from the closet and heading for the dresser.

But my relief was shortlived when I opened the top drawer of the dresser and saw a pair of tan pantyhose lying next to the pink nightie I had seen there earlier. I couldn't stop it when my hand reached in and drew them out.

While my body was moving about my room, I could hear drawers and closet doors opening and closing in the other rooms. I knew that my friends were stuck in the same process I was in. It was obvious that, against our wishes, we were all getting dressed. Dressed in girls clothes!

I took the pantyhose over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Then, as if I'd done it a million times before, I carefully rolled them up each feminine, smooth leg and then stood and adjusted the pantytop over my pink panties. The top of the pantyhose rode up until it covered my panties and rested up on my narrow waist. I looked down, turning one leg and then the other, as if to inspect my work, and noticed how my legs now looked totally female, with only a hint of male musculature on them. I wanted to scream in anger at what I was being forced to do!

Then I walked over to the vanity and sat down. As I did, I could feel the strange way in which the nylons hugged my legs and thighs. It felt so alien! I again had the thought run through my mind that I must be in a dream, I couldn't be here! This couldn't be happening!!

But my thoughts were shaken free as I found myself sitting up straight in the vanity chair and lifting my head up to look, for the first time, at my new face.

I was shocked! It . . . it was me, but, . . . but . . . it wasn't! I mean, . . . I could see some resemblance to my old face there, but, . . . but it was only the resemblance a 22 year old man might see in the face of his fifteen or sixteen year old . . . sister !!

Although I was being controlled and my mouth had a little, subtle smile on it, I felt as though it would drop open in disbelief at what I saw. All I could see was . . . was, . . .well . . . me as a girl! Or I guessed what I would have looked like as a girl! What I did look like as a girl!

I saw my full, pinkish lips and petulant mouth, my narrow jawline and chin, and my much smaller, more petite nose. My hair looked as it had before, short, but feminine and my eyebrows were still the narrow, soft, feminine shape I had seen before, but . . . but on my eyelids, especially the upper ones, longer, much more feminine eyelashes now blinked back at me!

I couldn't stop myself from reviewing my image, even though I wanted to turn away, and I found my right hand coming up to my head to hold back my hair on one side to reveal my new, bobbed and petite ears! The whole image combined was enough to make me sick as I realized that I would now have a very difficult time trying to convince anyone I was a man!

Before I knew it, I had reached over to the pile of neatly lined up cosmetics and had selected a tube of something. I tried so hard to stop myself, but it was no use. In a second, I had twisted open the tube and had extracted a small, curved brush that was coated with a blue-black mascarra. As I struggled in my mind to control my own body, I found myself tilting my head back slightly and leaning forward into the mirror as I held my eyes just so and began applying the mascarra to my eyelashes! As my hand lightly brushed the substance to my longish lashes, I could see them thicken a little and separate out. They seemed to lengthen slightly as I first did one set and then the other, both upper and lower lashes of each eye. When I was done, I set the tube down and even fluttered my lashes a few times, even smiling as I saw how feminine they now looked!!

When that was over, I couldn't stop as I reached over and picked up a small plastic case and opened it. I knew what it was only when I began to spread the pink-rose colored eyeshadow lightly onto my upper eyelids! I wanted to quit, but I couldn't! I just couldn't!!

Then I involuntarily reached over and picked up a small, blue pencil. A second later I was applying a light blue line around the edges of my eyelids, creating the illusion of larger, more almond shaped eyes. When I was done, the eye make-up, in combination with my thinner and more feminine eyebrows, made my eyes look so,. . . . so feminine that I could hardly stand the humiliation I felt inside!

Then I was opening another plastic case and applying a pink-rose blusher to my cheeks. I had already noticed that they were almost as high as a woman's might be and looked much too feminine for a boy! But the blusher only added and brought out what femininity they already had. After I was through, I couldn't believe how expertly I had blended the light blusher up towards the middle of my small ears.

Then I brushed the tip of my chin and once over my nose lightly before returning the case to the vanity.

I looked back at my reflection, noting how I was being forced to smile in a feminine gesture of satisfaction over my image, and then stood up again. As I went over to the closet, I was hoping that none of the other guys would come into my room and see me like this!! I felt soooo humiliated inside!!

Before I knew it, I had opened the closet and was taking the pale pink dress down from the hangar! As I took it off of the hangar I was only thinking about how I hoped I would simply just die . . . just . . . just die and stop all this!

I held it up in front of me and I could see than it was made of a soft fabric, like cotton, and was fairly simple, but very feminine. As my mind yelled no, . . . my girlish hands unzipped the back and then lowered it over my head as I slipped the arms into the sleeves, pulled it down over my breasts, and let it fall into place. Then I twisted and reached behind to zip up the back. Even though I seemed to know how to do it, zipping it up was not easy.

Then I involuntarily turned to the vanity mirror, standing back from it, and looked at my reflection.

Now, . . with a girls' dress on, there was nothing left to see except a young girl of sixteen standing in front of a mirror, her face prettily made-up, her short hair shining on her small head, wearing a pretty pink dress that pressed out lightly from her (Oh, God! . . . MY!! ) developing bosum! The dress had puffed sleeves that came to a straight cuff just above the elbows. The squared off neckline exposed a good deal of bare skin above the bosom, where a lacy edge rested a couple of inches above the bra top. There was no collar.

I looked at the way the dress nipped in tight at my waist and then flared slightly over my hips so that the semi-full skirt fell to just above my nyloned knees.

Instead of retching at the sight, I could only watch as I turned gracefully from one side to the other, smiling as I admired my reflection! I was praying that no one else would ever see me like this!!

Then I turned and walked back to the closet. I cringed inwardly as I reached down and picked up the pink pumps. I noticed that they had a classic pump look, but that the heel, though narrow, wasn't too high. Still, I groaned in my mind at the thought of wearing them!!

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I watched as my disobedient hands slipped them on to my small feet. I had noticed a size stamped in the heel of the shoes, it had read 'Size 5 Petite'!

I stood up, wondering wether or not I could even walk in them and then found myself walking back over to the mirror quite naturally, feeling slightly taller now, though my hips seemed to sway more than they had before. I also noticed that I placed my heel and toe down at the same time now, not like I had walked before. And I also was placing one foot almost directly in front of the other. I knew I was walking they way a young woman would!! I was walking in high-heels!! I wanted to die.

I saw how they changed my posture as I looked at my image again in the mirror. I stood more, . . . well, . . . more ladylike now! And I couldn't stop it from continuing on and on and on!!

Then I smiled again and walked back up to the vanity. I saw my reflection as I sat down and realized that I was automatically sitting down like a woman, feet together, smoothing my dress under my thighs, and then crossing my legs at my knees. I even adjusted the hem of the dress to cover my thighs!

I watched in humiliation as I opened the small jewelery box and took out a single strand of pearls, carefully clasping it around my slender neck. It fell to just above the top of my dress, tickling my smooth, soft skin. I noticed right away how it added a degree of maturity to my otherwise, teen image.

Then I opened the top drawer of the vanity and pulled out a ladies hairbush. I watched as I brushed my short hair into a feminine bob and then teased the back of it, causing it to fluff out a little there. The speed at which I was able to do all of these things amazed me! How could they control me so precisely?!

Then I reached back into the jewelery box and took out a pair of clip-on earrings!! Oh, Jesus!! I really tried hard not to clip the round, half-inch diameter, pink-coral buttons to the lobes of my ears!! But a moment later, they were in place, again adding a flare of sophistication to my young look!! I could feel they way they lightly pinched at my earlobes, grasping firmly to them!

As I studied my reflection, hoping at last to be done with this, and hoping even more that now they would be satisfied and let me take all of this off, I watched my head turn from side to side, my lips smiling at my feminine reflection. God!! I couldn't even comprehend an existence where I would repeat this day after day!! But I knew that's what they intended for me, . . . only it would be worse as a full grown , . . . real , complete woman!!

But I wasn't finished yet. I reached back into the upper drawer of the vanity, and soon I was applying a light pink nail polish to my well rounded, short, but feminine shaped fingernails!! It seemed to take forever as I watched first one, and then another of my nails turn a shiny, light pink color!! When I was finished, I was disgusted at the way I was holding my hands and fingers in an exaggertedly feminine fashion, spread out, nails shining back at me, as I waved them about to let them dry!! I was picking things up from the vanity and placing them back where they belonged, holding them like a sissy, as I tried not to smear the drying nails. But all I could do was watch and wait as they dried over a period of about ten minutes.

Then I found myself touching them lightly, testing them to see if they were dry. I had thought that they weren't dry yet, the way the shined like they were wet, but they were.

As I looked back up into the mirror, my painted nails shining back at me from their reflection, I knew that I must be done. I only hoped that I would remain right in my room, not moving or seeing anyone. I had heard noises from the other rooms now and then, but I had no idea what might be going on, except a sinking feeling that the other guys were probably going through the same thing as me!

But I wasn't finished yet!

I watched in continued horror as my hand reached out and picked up a tube of lipstick from the vanity! Nothing, . . . nothing I had done so far since I'd started to dress, seemed as final a blow to my male ego as when I watched my delicate, feminine fingers, with their shiny pink nails uncap the tube and twist it to reveal a light, shiny pink lipstick roll out the end!!

I cried in my mind, . . . pleading for my body to listen to me, . . . begging it to stop as I leaned once more towards the mirror, spread my full, feminine lips apart and began to apply the soft, shiny pink lipstick to them. First the lower lip, smoothing it on liberally, then the upper lip, spreading it expertly into place, taking obvious care to create the right look, dipping it around my slight cupid's bow and then down to the corners of my mouth. I saw my mouth transformed into the sweet mouth of a pretty girl, her lips shiny and pink, smiling brightly and sexily as she rolled them together once to even out the color.

As I put the cap back on the tube, I looked back up, . . . stunned once more at my reflection! I couldn't help it! I . . . I couldn't help thinking how . . . how pretty she was!! Her youthful, pretty face suggested a young lady, just entering into womanhood, bordering on becoming a beautiful young lady!! It was only for a second, . . . but, . . . . but even that second of thought caused me to realize that I would never, . . . never be the same again!!

It was me I was looking at!! Me tasting the distinct taste of lipstick on my own lips! Me smelling the aroma of the make-up on my face! Me feeling the feminine clothes on my body and the jiggle of small breasts on my chest! Me !!

I was so ashamed inside!! But, I wasn't allowed to show it! I could only watch from inside my mind as I smiled sweetly into the mirror and then actually blew myself a feminine kiss!! I was totally under their control and was acting just as the image in the mirror suggested I should, . . . like a pretty, young girl, pleased with her appearance, about to go out on the town!! Oh, God!, I begged, Please just let me die!

As I looked at my image, I could hear the sound of high-heels clicking on the marble tile as someone left their room and walked into the pit area. Then a moment later, I heard it again. It seemed nearer, as though it might have been Jerry leaving his room. I knew by the sound of the heels that they must have been going through what I was. I felt a lump in my throat.

Now I stood up again, taking the lipstick with me as I walked back to the dresser and picked up the pink purse. I opened it and placed the lipstick into it, then closed it again and put the strap over my arm. Then I turned once more to review my image in the mirror, from a slight distance so I could see my whole reflection. I hated it each time I was forced to look at myself like that!! Why couldn't they just leave me alone with my misery!?! Why did I have to look!?!

But I did have to look . . . and I hated what I saw! The young girl, looking older than she was, smiling with shiny pink lips, her make-up complete, wearing a pink dress and pink high-heels, holding her purse in the crook of her left arm, her nails shining and her jewelery glowing in the light! Oh, help me! What could I do?!?

At last, I turned from the mirror, hoping I would sit on the bed so that I didn't have to look. But it wasn't to be. I found myself walking, taking sort, ladylike steps in my dress, hips swaying gently, out of my room!

Oh, pleeeaaassse!! Don't make me go out looking like this!! Puulllleeeeeeease! But dispite my inward cries, I walked gracefully out of my room, a light smile playing on my painted lips.

I could hear my heels start to click on the tile as I left the carpeting of my room, and my short steps became a mincing walk as my body automatically compensated for the slippery surface. I was looking down at my feet at first, negotiating the tiled surface, when I looked up towards the sofa. I couldn't believe what I saw!!

There, sitting gracefully, legs crossed and smiling widely, were . . . at least I guessed, . . . were Jerry and Kevin! At least I supposed so from the color of their hair and the vague resemblance to them that I saw!

Jerry was sitting ladylike on the sofa, where he had been before. But, . . but now he was wearing a peach colored dress! And he wore matching pumps of the same style as mine! His legs were also encased in a pair of tan pantyhose! His dress rode slightly up on his thigh as he sat with his legs crossed at the ankles. A small belt with a gold buckle was about his small waist. The V-cut front of the dress came to just above his obvious bosum and the collar stood up an inch or so around his thin neck. The short, billowy sleeves of the dress came halfway down his slender upper arm. He wore a single strand choker of large pearls around his neck, his ears were adorned with a single pearl earring on each lobe.

I was still walking towards them when I looked closely at his face. He wore light make-up, like me, except his eyeshadow was more of a light blue and his blusher was redder than mine. An he was wearing a shiny and pale, but pronounced red lipstick! His dark, shiny hair was fluffed up in back and he had parted it off to one side. It looked very feminine and soft. He was smiling brightly and his white teeth shone out from between his shiny red lips. I looked at his slender hands as he fingered his sleeve and saw shiny peach nailpolish on his rounded nails.

As I sat down on the sofa in a ladylike manner, I looked at Kevin. He was wearing a blue skirt and a white blouse! The belted skirt was tighter than our dresses around the hips and thighs and the shiny black belt was about two inches wide with a silver, oval buckle. His tight, lacy white blouse, buttoned up the back to a high, lacy collar with ruffles around the top that came halfway up his slender neck! And the long, puffy sleeves ended at the middle of his forearm where they were attached to long, satiny cuffs about four inches long! He had on a small, diamond pendant necklace, outside his blouse and the diamond rested on it's slender, silver chain between his pronouced breasts, straining outwards against the front of his tight blouse!

He wore shiny blue pumps of the same style as ours, and he had on a pair of taupe colored pantyhose! His auburn hair was shining as he sat smiling at me, his eyes shaded with a light green eyeshadow that set them off beautifully. His red blusher was more pronounced on his fair skin than ours was, and he showed his shiny white teeth through a set of full, pouty lips that were a shiny, pale rose color. As he turned to look at me as I sat down, I could see the sparkle from the diamond earrings that dangled a half-inch below each ear! His fingernails were painted a shiny rose-red, more obvious than the pale pink that I wore.

After I sat down, I crossed my legs and then leaned forward and set my purse on the table in front on me. I saw that Jerrys' peach colored purse was beside him on his right and Kevin had placed his on the table.

I looked back at them again, not sure if I had to, . . or if I wanted to. I was still smiling slightly and knew that I couldn't stop, but I seemed to have regained some ability to move as I wished. Still, each movement reeked of femininity. I could see that they were looking me over with the same astonishment that I had reviewed them with. I could only guess at what they must be thinking behind their feminine, smiling faces!! I wanted to crawl away and hide.

But, my chagrine was interupted by the sound of clicking heels on the tile to my left. I turned my head to see Ricky coming towards us. Ricky?!? It was only a guess.

What I saw was a young girl, wearing a knee-length, tight skirted, white dress walking gracefully towards us in a pair of shiny red pumps like the ones we had on. The dress had a shiny red belt around his small waist and an oval neckline with no collar. It hugged his bosum and proudly displaying his growing breasts! The short, straight sleeves ended just below his lightly padded shoulders with a ruffled cuff.

As he continued to walk towards us, mincing lightly in his high-heels, he was smiling with his bright, full, and shiny red lips! His rosy cheeks glowed from the blusher that swept up to his feminine ears, each adorned with a red, button style, shiny oval. His necklace was made of large, red colored pearls that hung just above the front of his dress. His eyes were smokey looking with a light purple shadow and he had used a dark eyeliner that made his eyes look so big! I saw his hands as he went around the table to take a seat at the sofa and saw that was wearing a bright, shiny red nailpolish! His long lashes fluttered as he looked towards us and smiled, sitting gracefully down on the sofa and crossing his legs at the ankles, his thighs pressed firmly together.

That was when I noticed his hair! He had brushed his light brown hair forwards and had fluffed up the back. But that wasn't all! Even though he had made it look as feminine as possible, given it's short length, he had also placed a red flower, held by a small clip onto the right side above his ear! It looked so, . . . so . . feminine !! So . . . frilly !!

I felt my heart go out to him. What he must have felt when he had placed it there! I knew we all were feeling the same way.

Then I saw Jerry sitting up and turning to him. His pretty face smiled as he clasped his hands together, parted his shiny lips, and girlishly exclaimed, "Oh, Ricky!! You look so lovely! I just loooove the flower in your hair! I wish I had thought of it myself!"

Oh, God, Jerry! Please don't!! I had dreaded the inevitable, more girlish talk, but I knew it was only a matter of time. I braced for what I would hear, . . . or say!

Ricky giggled and replied with a cheery, feminine voice, "Thank you, Jerry. I think you look very pretty! I think your dress is so divine!" Then they both giggled and I found that I was, too!

I looked at Jerry and then at Kevin. I tried to shut my mouth as I felt it open, but instead, I used my most feminine voice to exclaim, "And what about Kevin's blouse?! Isn't it just to die for?!" I was pointing a painted nail towards his chest as I spoke. Then I clasped my hands femininely in front of me and said, "You look just lovely in it, Kevin. And your skirt is very nice."

I felt my disgust grow with each word that came out from between my shiny pink lips. But all I could do was smile and tilt my head off to one side, admiring his clothes!

He smiled back, looking down and fingering his blouse with his slender, painted fingertips, then gleefully replied, "Thanks, Dave! But I think your choice of pink is the best!! You look so feminine and pretty! I wish I had pretty blond hair like you!" We both giggled and I thanked him sweetly for his compliment.

Then he complimented Jerry on his dress and in a moment we were all discussing what each other was wearing, just . . . just like a bunch of girls!! It was so distressing to keep it up for as long as we did, that I didn't think it was possible that I had kept smiling and making feminine gestures throughout the whole thing!!

When we had started to settle down, it took me a moment to realize that we were becoming less talkative because we were starting a period of free-speech. It doesn't just happen all at once, you kind of drift into it. It took us a second to get used to it, we had been chatting automatically for over five minutes now without stopping. But although we found we could say what we wished, we couldn't stop gesturing, smiling, and generally behaving like girls. Only our speech was our own. But now that I was free to express my thoughts, I realized I was too embarassed to say anything!

Jerry broke the ice when, still smiling and sitting femininely, he hesitantly spoke out.

"I . . . I was . . so . . afraid that . . . that I would be the only one of us dressed up when I came out." He looked at us all as he spoke in a low, girlish voice.

"I . . I tried to stay in my room but, . . but I just couldn't!"

Kevin looked at him, his bright rose colored lips almost in a smile. He reached over and lightly touched Jerrys' arm in the way a girl would while consoling a girlfriend and said, "I know what you mean. I was so ashamed when I came out first and didn't see any of you out here! But, . . I couldn't help it." As he looked down at his feminine hand, touching Jerrys', he said, "And I still . . . still can't stop from acting this way! I . . . I just wish I . . . I could end it all!"

His expression didn't match his words. He looked sympathetic and caring as I looked at him. How awful it was not to be able to really do what we wanted! Even though we were angry, embarassed, and frightened, only our words echoed our thoughts. Our bodies continued to behave like young ladies!

I looked at them and softly said, "Me. too. I . . . I felt so . . . so helpless while I got . . . got dressed. I . . . I just wanted . . wanted to . . " My girlish voice trailed off, but I still looked at them with a little smile on my lips.

Ricky looked over and said, "I'm . . . glad . . . uh, . . at least . . at least that we're . . . all kind of . . . well, . . . you know, . . . together in this." Then he quickly added, "I . . I mean! I . . don't wish this . . .was happening to us, . . just that I . . . don't think I could go through all this . . . you know, . . alone."

I knew just what he meant and said so. He smiled and I felt that it was almost genuine. The others nodded and I think we felt a bond between us then that we hadn't known before. We were in this together. We probably would have gone insane without each others support.

Kevin took a deep breath and I watched his breasts strain against the front of his tight blouse. He put his hands out in a very feminine gesture as he said, "Look. We can't stop this, . . . so . . so at least we ought to . . well, . . . . . help each other out as much as we can. You know, . . . be there for each other." He paused, involuntarily licking his red lips in a feminine fashion and then said, "We know that we can't stop what we're doing, so . . so there's no reason to feel so . . so embarassed about it. I know I can't help it either, . . . but we shouldn't have to . . . it's not our fault."

Jerry nodded and said, "I wish I could. I wish I didn't feel so damn helpless and ridiculous." Then he gave a feminine sigh and said, "Maybe . . . maybe it'll get easier."

I didn't think so and said, "Don't forget, . . . there's still more to come tomorrow. It . . it's going to get worse before it gets better . . . . if it ever does." He looked at me and smiled, I knew he didn't want to, but I just smiled back. It was so frustrating!

Ricky broke us away from the depressing conversation by standing, smoothing his tight dress over his thighs and saying cheerfully, "Well, I'm going to get something to eat! Anybody here want to join me?" I wasn't sure if it was him or the device talking. But I was hungry and found that I could get up to go get something, even if I had to do it in a ladylike way. I looked at him and said, "Good idea, Ricky. Let's get something to eat while we can."

The others nodded and soon we were all walking, hips swaying, over to the food dispenser. I wasn't really hungry and just took a small salad and a glass of tea from the unit. The others took similar small meals.

Soon we were back at the sofa, eating our food daintily off the trays and sitting forward, small napkins held femininely in our slender hands as we ate with the manners of young ladies. Despite what we had said earlier, I still felt embarassed as I watched myself and the others act so feminine and girlish. And the first time I took a sip from my glass, I inwardly cringed as I set it back on the table and noticed the pink lipmark on the rim!

When we had finished, we all cleaned up and placed the dishes in the chute, we didn't have a choice, it all happened automatically.

We went back and were sitting at the sofa when I saw Jerry pick up his purse and open it. I wondered what he might be doing, but he soon made it clear. He pulled out his lipstick and a small compact. He opened the compact and held it in front of his face, very ladylike, checking his make-up. I watched in embarssment as he fluffed his hair a few times with his hand and then opened the tube of red lipstick and began to apply it expertly to his full lips, repairing the light damage to it from eating. When he was through, he rolled his lips together, then pursed them and smiled at his image in the small mirror. Then he put his compact and lipstick back in his purse and set it next to him. I felt embarassed having watched him do it.

He smiled, his red lips now all shiny and moist, and said, "I guess, . . . I guess I'm going to have to get used to that. I . . . I couldn't stop."

I nodded, knowing how he must have felt.

Then Ricky did the same, applying the red color to his full lips with equal ease and perfection.

Then both Kevin and I were reaching for our purses, too. I felt very self-conscious as I applied the shiny, pale pink lipstick to my girlish lips, knowing the others were watching. But I just went ahead, rolling my lips together to smooth the color out and then primping with my blond hair for a moment as I looked at my reflection in the small compact mirror before putting it all away in my purse. I noticed Kevin's full lips had been restored to the shiny rose color I had seen earlier as he placed his purse back on the table.

With that done, we sat on the sofa for a few minutes, occasionally talking amongst ourselves about how we felt, or how we might get out of this situation. But none of us could say anything that would really cheer us up. It was hopeless to resist and it only made us sadder to talk about it. So we just talked about things the woman had said, and speculated on what had happened to us or how they did it. But we had no answers.

After a few minutes, Ricky leaned forward and picked up his purse again. As he opened the drawstrings, I wondered what he might be doing. Could he be fixing his make-up again? Before I could ask him, Kevin spoke up.

"What are you doing Ricky?"

Ricky looked at him for just a second as he said, "I . . . I don't know. I . . . I guess . . . ." His feminine voice trailed off and he broke into a girlish smile as he opened the purse and reached into it.

We all looked to see what it was he was being forced to do when I saw Jerry reaching for his own purse. I looked at him and then back at Ricky.

Jerry was just getting his purse open when Ricky drew his dainty hand out of his purse clutching a bright silver, ladies cigarette case and a silver, ladies cigarette lighter!

I watched in shock as he started to open the long case and heard Kevin say, "Ricky? What . . what are . . . are . . you . . . . " then his soft voice trailed off to nothing. I tried to say something, but found I could only smile and sit ladylike, watching the others! Apparently our session of free speech was over. Kevin's smiling face, unable to speak now, confirmed that.

As I watched Ricky open the case and gracefully extract one of the long, slim, white, ladies cigarettes and place it ladylike between his extended, slender fingers, I could see Jerry taking something out of his purse, too. I looked in disbelief as Ricky closed the cigarette case and then held the feminine cigarette gracefully between the fingers of his right hand and turned the lighter in his left. I thought about what the woman had said earlier, about some of the things we would have to do, and I felt my anxiety grow as I remembered her words!

Jerry was just lifting one of the ladies cigarettes from his own case as Ricky, paying no mind to the rest of us, gracefully brought the slim, white filter to his red lips and placed it lightly between them, his slim fingers gently holding his cigarette femininely, his girlish red nails extended in a very feminine fashion. He flicked the lighter and the flame came to life.

I felt the shame and desperation of our plight as I watched him bring the flame up to the end of his cigarette and then gracefully light it! He let the lighter go out as he drew lightly on the filter, a thin wisp of smoke rising from the lit end. Then I watched in disbelief as he withdrew the cigarette from between his painted lips and held it ladylike off to his side. He had opened his lips slightly to inhale and then he tilted his head up slightly as he blew a long stream of white smoke up and away from him. It was so strange to see that young, pretty face and see the white cigarette smoke blowing out from between the red, full lips!

My mind was pounding again with anxiety! He had done that like he had been smoking, . . . as a girl, . . . for years!! It only drove home how much control over us they had!! I felt terrible!

As Ricky leaned back on the sofa and took another ladylike puff on his cigarette, I heard a lighter click and looked over to my side to see Jerry holding a similar ladies cigarette between his own red lips, just as ladylike and lighting then end of it. A moment later he was blowing a column of smoke towards the ceiling and smiling, a look of satisfaction on his pretty face! Then he turned to me and spoke, in a playful and feminine tone.

"God that's good! I've been dying for a cigarette all evening!" He just smiled and took another puff, blowing the smoke over to one side as he exhaled! I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

I looked back at Ricky as he, too, took another languid puff on the long, white cigarette. They didn't seem to be bothered by it at all! They just looked like . . . like two girls, fresh-faced and smiling, enjoying a cigarette like any woman might!! It looked so bizarre! It made them look so . . . so different. . . . so ladylike and . . . provacative!! I hated the sight!

But as I looked at Kevin, wondering why he and I had been spared from this.... . . . this thing, I saw him lean forward to get his own purse! Then I realized that I was leaning forward, too! Oh God!! Please don't make me do this!!

But my smiling, calm face wouldn't show my grief as I lifted the purse to my lap and opened it up to find a gold cigarette case on the bottom, next to a gold, ladies cigarette lighter! I tried to withdraw my hand, but when I did, it was holding the case and the lighter daintily between my slender fingers with their pink nails.

I didn't even look towards the others as I deftly opened the case and took one of the long cigarettes from the double row of slim, white cigarettes that was in it. I shut the case, my anxiety growing by the second and then saw that I was holding the cigarette between my fingers like only a woman would! A moment later, I was parting my pink lips as I brought the cigarette up between them and then lightly closed them around the filter as I lit the end and drew the smoke into my mouth. I withdrew the cigarette from my mouth as I parted my lips and involuntarily inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs. It didn't sting or hurt and I saw that I was now holding the cigarette gracefully up and away from my shoulder with my right hand as I tilted my head back and exhaled, letting a stream of smoke sail from between my pink lips.

I looked over to see Kevin, a lit cigarette in his left hand, femininely blowing a stream of smoke off to one side and smiling as he looked over to Ricky and said, "I wish that we could go out this evening, . . . there's not much to do here." I noted the rose lipstick stain on the filtertip of his cigarette.

I listened to him and realized we were in for another bout of female chatter.

Ricky nodded as he leaned forward to the table and gracefully tipped the ash from his cigarette into one of the large ashtrays there, saying, "Oh, I knoowww! Wouldn't that be so fun? I wish we could go to a nightclub or something."

I was feeling embarassed and ashamed of the talk and of how we were behaving, sitting there smoking our cigarettes and acting like a group of girls all dressed up with no place to go, when I heard Jerry talking to me.

He was still holding his cigarette off his shoulder, red lipstick on the end, and he was giving me a sly grin as he coyly said, "I wish we had dates tonight, don't you? I'm so bored."

I wanted to turn away as he spoke, but I just smiled and nodded as I took another puff on my cigarette, drawing languidly on the filter as I held it lightly between my pink lips. Then, after I had exhaled a long stream of smoke out in front of me, I giggled and said, "That would be so fun! I'm tired of sitting home every night!" Then we both giggled.

For a while it went like that. We exchanged girlish chit-chat and finished smoking our cigarettes. By the time it ended, we had all smoked two cigarettes and repaired our lipstick three times! It was so humiliating!

Finally, after what seemed hours, we all stood up, grabbed our purses and walked back to our rooms.

I saw the alarm clock on the nightstand and realized that it was 9pm. How long had we been going through all this? I couldn't seem to remember that much time going by. But I was at least relieved that it appeared that I was about to get ready to go to sleep. I wanted the escape of forgetful sleep. I needed it! But I found I still had a few other things to do first.

As I walked over to the vanity and sat down, seeing my image again in the mirror, I thought that I was there to begin undressing so that I might go to bed. At least I hoped so, my mind couldn't take anymore tonight!

But instead of removing my jewlery and clothes, first I looked at myself for a few moments in the mirror. Then I found myself reaching into my purse and pulling out my cigarettes. I moaned inside as I took another cigarette from the case and was forced to watch myself in the mirror as I gracefully lit it and then hold it femininely up to one side, my elbow resting on the top of the vanity and my free hand playing with my hair while I occasionally took languid puffs from the long white cigarette and blew the smoke off to the side. Then, I found myself reaching into the drawer of the vanity and removing a small bottle and some tissue as I set my cigarette into the ashtray and began using the clear fluid to remove my pink fingernail polish, the pungent aroma of the fluid wafting into my nositrils. Occassionally I would stop, take another puff on the cigarette, until I had finished it and put it out in the small, crystal ashtray. By then I was done removing the polish from my nails.

It all seemed so unreal! How could I be sitting there, dressed as I was, acting the way I was, and knowing that it was really me?!!?

Finally I began undressing. I never thought I would feel so good just getting undressed! To be out of thoses clothes! It was the only relief I'd had all day from this insanity.

But when I was completely stripped, I didn't go right to bed. Instead, I went over to the dresser and took out the pink nightie! I slipped it over my head and let it fall down to the middle of my thighs where the silky, lacy hem tickled my soft skin. I looked into the mirror and smiled back from it, noting that the nightie tented out slightly in the front where my new breasts pressed outwards.

In a moment, I was walking into the bathroom and then sitting down on the toilet to pee. While I was in there, Ricky came in wearing a lavender nightie and sat on the toilet next to me. We didn't talk, just finished our business and then we both went over to the sinks.

I opened a drawer and removed some moist towelettes that were there. In a few moments, Ricky and I were gently removing our make-up and then washing our faces with the soft washclothes provided. When we were done, I was at least glad to see that my face, feminine and girlish though it was, no longer had any make-up on it.

I took a toothbrush and some toothpaste from the drawer next to me and Ricky did the same and a few minutes later, our teeth freshly brushed and gleaming white, we were walking back to our rooms. I heard Jerry and Kevin go in a few minutes later and then pad back to their rooms silently.

I climbed into my bed, feeling the soft sheets caress my altered body and immediately felt sleep creeping over me. As I lay there, trying to make some sense or reason out of the bizarre situation I had found myself in, I noticed the lights about the whole room dimming.

For a few moments, I felt that I could move freely and though I didn't want to leave the comfort and security of the bed, I did slowly raise my left hand up until I could feel my fingers touching my swollen nipples and budding breasts through the soft nightgown. I tenatively felt the protrusions and even lightly cupped one of them with my small hand. But I quickly withdrew it again as I felt a pleasant warmth and tingling eminate from the girlish flesh.

I knew that I could have spoken freely if I wanted to just then, but . . . but there was nothing to say. Nothing that could be said to lessen the horror and the despair of our situation. I just wanted to forget. . . forget.

Then, as I drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep, I remembered thoughts flashing through my mind. Thoughts of shame, sorrow, and despair over the manhood I had lost, and the remaining remnants of it that I would lose forever in the morning.

I woke from a deep, forgetful sleep to the sound of a low buzz eminating from somewhere in my mind. As I gradually came awake, I realized that the noise came from the alarmclock next to my bed.

As I turned over in my bed and looked sleepily at the clock, I saw that it was 7am. I turned on my back, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Then, slowly, thoughts came to my mind . . . memories of a bizarre and terrible dream. I lifted my hands to my eyes to rub the sleep from them and the touch of the soft, slender fingers against my soft face suddenly brought me into the present.

It hadn't been a dream!! I felt my fear grow again as my hands brushed against the soft, silky material of my nightie as I threw back the covers and sat upright. Then I saw the lights begin to come up in the room until they were at their full brightness.

I tried to convince myself that I was still dreaming . . . that none of this had been real! But a brief glance down at the slightly bulging front of the pink nightie I was wearing forced the awful truth into my head. I was still on the accursed island, slowly, . . inexorably being changed into a woman!!

A few moments later, I found myself getting out of bed against my own desires to remain there. I sat up on the edge and looked around the room and immediately noticed that something had changed.

The clothes I had worn the night before were no longer on the vanity chair. My purse was still on the dresser, where I had put it before going to bed, but the cosmetics and jewelery box were no longer on top of the vanity. But I didn't sit for long. I was up in a moment and padding over to the closet.

I opened it automatically and took out the white robe that I had worn the night before. It seemed fresh and clean, as though it had just been put out there. Then I slipped it over my nightie and went straight into the bathroom.

As I opened the robe and pulled my nightie up to sit down on the toilet, I felt any remaining hope disappear as I looked at the tiny, shrivelled penis that protruded only slightly from the base of the soft, feminine, triangular patch of blond pubic hair.

I finished at the toilet and then went over to the sink. As I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I was given ample opportunity to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Nothing had changed, I was still in possesion of my girlish, feminine features. All hope faded that I was still caught up in some kind of nightmare. This was all too real!

As I finished up, I saw Jerry enter the bathroom out of the corner of my eye, wearing his white robe and, as I could see peeking out from the front of it, a peach colored nightie.

He went to the toilet and sat down, doing his business, before coming over to the sink as I felt myself turning to leave. I looked at him for a second in the mirror and noticed that he smiled lightly as he said, "Good morning."

I felt my mind wince at the feminine voice eminating from his petulant mouth. But I could not stop from smiling back and, speaking in an equally girlish voice, say,"Good morning, Jerry. Sleep well?"

He was smiling as he nodded and said, "Yes, thank you. . . . and you?"

I just smiled and nodded as I walked softly out of the bathroom, feeling the hard tile under my small, dainty feet as I walked back into my room. I just watched, went along for the ride, as I took off my robe and then my nightie, placing them on the bed. Then I put the robe back on and grabbed my purse from the dresser. As I turned to leave, I could see myself in the mirror of the vanity, looking like any young girl might as she went off to her own kitchen to eat breakfast. I knew it was hopeless. I couldn't stop myself.

The others all finished in the bathroom and then soon we were all back down in front of the food dispenser, our purses on our arms, taking out small rolls and cups of coffee from the unit and then sitting back down at the table as we ate and sipped our coffee.

After a few minutes, Jerry spoke up, discovering that we could speak freely for the time being.

"I . . uh, . . I thought when I woke up that this had all been a dream, . . . a nightmare." Then he looked back into his cup, resting femininely on his lap and added, "But . . . that didn't last long." Then he took another sip, holding his pinky finger out in a ladylike way.

I looked at him and then at the others, now devoid of make-up and jewelery, and said, "I know. I did, too. I . . . I just wish this would all end. I can't stand waiting for something to happen." Kevin looked at me, his auburn-red hair falling softly on his small, feminine head and nodded.

"Me, too. I wish it were just over." he said in his high, sweet voice.

Ricky looked over at us, his long eyelashes fluttering a second as he spoke in his new, female voice, "Yeah. Just . . . just get it over with. I . . I feel so . . . . . so ridculous like this." We all nodded, knowing what he meant. None of us harbored any hope that we wouldn't finish becoming women today.

Jerry put his cup down and looked at me. He said, "When . . . when we had to . . . to smoke those . . cigarettes last night . . " he looked back at his cup, "I . . I thought I was going to die. I can't . . can't believe the things they're making us do!"

Rickty nodded with the rest of us and said, "I know. I . . . I just couldn't help it. I . . I didn't want to, but. . . well, . . . you know." The others nodded with me and then we were silent for a while. It was then I noticed that the ashtrays on the table had been cleaned, I guessed it had been while we slept. Had people been in here last night? Or had this all happened automatically?!

Then, as we each finished our meal, each of us got up and placed our cups and dishes in the chute, which had conveniently opened as we finished our light breakfast. Then we all went, two at a time into the bathroom, brushed our shiny white teeth and returned to the sofa, presumably to wait for the next segment to start. I knew the others were as nervous as I while we waited the next few moments for something to happen.

We didn't have to wait long.

The soft chimes sounded almost as the last one of us sat down and crossed our legs, sitting demurely on the sofa.

I felt my head look up at the monitor and knew that we were again under it's insidious control.

The monitor came on and the woman appeared, looking as beautiful as she had the day before. As she smiled for a moment before she began to speak, I wondered . . who she had been before they had changed her. What his name had been and what kind of misfortune had brought him here to this place, to be turned into the lovely creature that now handed out this terrible torture to the men unfortunate enough to find themselves stranded on this island.

But this fleeting thought was interupted as she beagn to speak.

"Good morning, ladies! I trust you all slept well last night? I'm glad to see you up and ready to begin already." As if we'd had a choice!

"Well, I can tell you that you're going to have a busy day ahead of you today! There is still alot to do this morning and I'm sure you're anxious to get started. So let's not waste any more time and get going right away. OK?" She nodded as she smiled and gave us all a wide grin. My anxiety was peaked as she started to speak again. What would they do to me now?!? What was next?!? Would they really carry it through?!?

"Before we begin," she added, "please remove your robes and place them on the table in front of you and take your places on the sofa."

Though I tried again in vain to remain seated, a moment later I was sitting back down on the sofa, as were the others, naked and afraid, our robes lying on the table before us. I could see my small breasts jutting out in front of me as I glanced at them while I sat down. They were a stark reminder of what they had already done to us, . . . and of what was to come!

"Alright, girls. I'm sure you're all familiar now with the process, so please pay attention as I tell about the first phase of this next, . . . and final segment.

"The first phase today will consist of Final Bone Modifications to complete female standards, Muscle Mass Alteration to final female standards, and Final Skin Tone Modification to complete female specifications.

"Although portions of this were completed in the First Segment, yesterday, this phase will complete those processes to the molecular level, including radical transformation of affected genes and chromosones into those of a female." Then she paused a second before adding, "Please remain still as the process is initiated."

I tensed up slightly as I felt complete control over my body being exerted. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to, . . . just like before. I braced my thoughts for the coming changes as my pulse quickened and my fear grew again. My mind struggled against the force exerted against me! But I just couldn't convert my will into action! I felt so utterly alone and helpless!!

The glass structure above us had descended as she finished her speech and I heard the dreaded humming commence as the yellow light flooded over us.

As the light and humming faded a moment later, I felt the tingling sensation that had washed over me subside. I found that I could move my head as I closed my eyes and lowered my head to look down at myself. Again I felt dread at what I would see if I looked, but feared not knowing what had happened to me each time the yellow light took us. I opened my eyes slowly.

Though the changes were more subtle than before, I was immediately struck by how different my body looked now! Where I had at least had some vestiges of my previously muscular male build, . . . I now had none! I looked at my slender, feminine arms and legs, seeing no more muscle there than on a slim and feminine woman! No biceps, no calf muscles, no . . no male muscles at all! Just smooth, slender, soft arms and legs!! I was crushed!!

My skin glowed a healthy, feminine pink tone now and showed no signs of any hair except a very light and sparse dusting of feminine down on my forearms!! I choked back a slight gasp as I realized that my skin was completely smooth and soft now!! As soft and smooth as I had ever seen on a woman before! And I could actually feel the lack of muscle on me!! I knew I had only the weak and frail strength in my arms that a young woman would have! I was sooo humiliated by it! How could I bear being so weak?!? How could I fight back now?!?

I looked again at my legs and I saw only the long, graceful shape of a pair of beautiful womans' legs. Narrow, thin ankles, . . . small knees, and smooth, shapely thighs! And they . . . they were mine!

As I gulped down my shame and took a breath, I looked over at the others.

Jerry was still looking down at himself, shaking his head and blinking. If I had thought the others had looked feminine before, . . it was nothing compared to now!! God!! They all looked so slim and feminine!! So . . . utterly frail and weak! So . . . so vulnerably soft and girlish!

Jerrys' skin had become a darker, more olive shade than he'd had before! It gave him a southern european look with his dark hair and full lips! And Kevins' skin was almost alabaster! His auburn-red hair was a stark contrast to his smooth, glowing white, and very feminine skin!! And Ricky's girlish, slender build was now covered with a healthy, moderately tanned, smooth skin that seemed natural with his light brown hair.

But try as I might, I could see no sign of any maleness left in our appearance now. No sign that we had once had tall, masculine builds.

None of us said anything. What was there to say? We all knew we couldn't stop it! And there was just . . . just nothing to say.

As the woman on the monitor began to speak, I felt only fear and frustration as I looked back at her, hating her every word!

"That completes our first phase, ladies. I'm sure you'll agree that you all look much better without any of those awful male muscles and big bones left!! And, of course, every woman enjoys having nice, wrinkle and blemish free, smooth, soft skin." She winked and then went on. My anxiety grew again as she outlined the next step of our transformation.

"The next phase will include: Hip and Waist Modifications to final female specifications, Upper Torso Modifications to complete female standards except for Final Breast Enhancement, which will come later, and Shoulder and Head Size Modifications to complete female standards. Please remain still as we begin."

I closed my eyes as the humming started and the yellow light bathed me. I couldn't help thinking that I was just a piece of clay! A pieace of clay for them to mold as they wished!! Why wouldn't they just leave us alone?!?

The light faded and the humming stopped. My whole body had been tingling that time! Except maybe my lower legs. But they were already the lower legs of a woman!!

I looked over at Jerry, not wanting to see myself. But, . . . ooooh shit! I had to look away! All I'd seen was a woman sitting there! A woman with graceful, curving hips and shapely thighs! And a very small, feminine waist, with soft skinned, curvy hips! He had slender, straight shoulders, flowing into slender, girlish arms that looked soft and womanly. And his head was smaller and had the distinct and unmistakable shape of a womans'. There wasn't any doubt! My mind cried in anguish!

I looked again, confirming what I had seen, and I saw him looking at me with equal amazment. I glanced at Kevin and Ricky, to be met with the same sight. . . . feminine, curvy hips, shapely thighs, soft, slender shoulders and arms . . . and feminine shaped heads!! They were just looking at themselves and at each other, staring in disbelief at what had been done to them!

I looked back down at myself now, bracing my mind for what I'd find. But I still could hardly contain my shock as I saw my female hips and female thighs and saw my soft, slender arms . . . all girl! . . . all woman!

I glanced at my slight, soft, and womanly shoulders and down at my sleek, feminine arms, and knew that my head now had the much different shape only a woman had. The only thing any of us had left that even hinted at our former sex, was our tiny, pink penises and the vague resemblance to ourselves in our partially feminized faces. That and maybe our short hair. But even that was too different now, appearing longer now on our smaller, feminine shaped heads!

Jerry looked up from his lap and hesitantly said, "Ooohhh, Goooddd, Dave! I . . . . I'm . . . . we're . . . . we're almost . . . . almost all the way there!! I can't see anything of me left! I look . . . look so . . " But his feminine voice trailed off. He didn't have to finish saying it. I knew.

I heard Ricky's feminine gasp as he breathed in hard, causing his small breasts to jut out on his all girl chest. His lower lip quivered and he looked up towards the screen, like a frightened girl as he cried, "Oooohhh pleeeease! Pleeease stop doing this to me!! I don't want to be a girl!!! Pleeees. . . " But he was cut off from continuing, the device obviously silencing him as his tone grew more afraid and louder. Now he just sat still, staring up to the woman as she began to speak again.

"Now, ladies, we'll continue on to the next phase. This phase will consist of Final Facial Modifications to complete female standards, including Eye Shaping and Coloring, Final Eyelash Extension, Eyebrow Shaping, Cheekbone Contouring, Nose Remodeling, Final Jawline and Chin Contouring, and Final Mouth, Lip, and Tongue Modifications. This includes all internal and external changes through the molecular level, as will all phases of this segment. Also, this phase will include, permanent double ear piercing.

"Now please remain still as the process begins."

I wasn't able to look over at Jerry or the others as the humming began immediately and the light fell down on to us. I had wanted to look at them one more time, . . . once more before . . . before I might not recognize them again!

But I could only stare straight ahead as I felt my face and head tingle as the light forced it's terrible changes on me!

I could feel something different about my face as the subtle shifting stopped when the tingling subsided. I knew that it had changed. But how much?

My answer came by looking over at the others.

I turned my now completely female head towards Jerry. Jerry?!? No. It wasn't Jerry anymore. It was . . . was, oh, Jesus! . . . it was a girl!

If it was possible, . . maybe there was the slightlest hint of his old image there. But, . . but I knew it was probably only my wishful thinking. For there, . . . looking back at me . . . was the . . . the beautiful, gorgeous face of a young woman!! She had short dark hair, and classic european features! Her large, hazel, almond shaped eyes had long, beautiful lashes that curved upwards and away under dark, feminine shaped, seductively arched eyebrows. She had a cute, aquiline nose and wide, full lipped mouth with a large cupid's bow on the upper lip. Her high cheekbones shone softly from the luster of her soft, smooth skin!

I shook free of my train of thought as I realized I was reffering to my friend . . . . my male friend as a she in my mind! But there wasn't any way else to think of him! He was just so feminine! I saw how he looked older now, maybe nineteen or twenty, only his small breasts hinted that he hadn't fully grown up yet. I was stunned at the remarkable, yet . . yet so despairing image infront of me. I could feel my own eyes widen as I looked.

But I realized that he (she?) was staring back at me with equal disbelief. I knew that what he saw must have been just as alarming.

I let my gaze fall over to Kevin and I was met with equal despair and disbelief at the sight of his new face!

He looked so much like a young model now that I couldn't help but stare! His beautiful, green eyes were almond shaped and framed with long, fluttering lashes! His high cheekbones shined under his alabaster white skin and his pert nose was small and petite! His full, petulant, lips looked sensuous and inviting and his danity chin made them look all the more womanly. But there was no trace left in the image I saw of the Kevin I had known. He was gone and . . . and she was here now! I felt my anxiety grow and my hopes dashed! Oh, God! Where are my friends?!

I almost couldn't, but I was drawn to look over at Ricky.

Ricky?!? No. There wasn't any Ricky left.

Instead, I looked at the face of a young, sexy woman. Her short, lustery hair framed a face that other women would die for. She had a slightly oval face that framed a pretty mouth, not too wide, but a little thinner than the classic lips Jerry and Kevin now had. They formed a cute and pretty female shape, curving both above and below to form a beautiful smiling repose. Her button nose was very small and petite, set between high cheekbones that glowed under lightly tanned and smooth, youthful skin. Her eyes were bright and shiny, a pale blue in color and they were large and doe-like with long, beautiful lashes above and below. She had thin, neatly arched, feminine eyebrows that gave her a slight look of perpetual amazement!

Again, I caught myself analyzing one of my friends as though he wasn't there, and a woman was! But, . . . but that is what I saw! I couldn't see anything else now but these three, beautiful women! Women who, but for their small breasts and tiny penises, looked to be about twenty years old. It was a little hard to tell, and it occured to me that if they were made-up, they might look even older. They looked as though they were beautiful models, sitting around, maybe waiting to go to work! It dawned on me that I had thought the same way about the women I had seen here when we came into town. They had also looked like women that you only see on the pages of a fashion magazine. . . . almost unreal in their beauty.

My despairing thought was broken by the soft voice of Jerry as he looked over at me from the others and slowly said, "D . . . Dave? I . . . . I can't . . . . can't believe . . . . it's you! Oh my God! . . . . . Have I . . . . have I changed that much, too?!" His slender hand was touching his beautiful cheeks as he asked me the horrifying question. But all I could do was nod my head and respond, "Yeah, . . . . yeah, Jerry. You . . . you, too. I . . . I can't believe it, man! You're . . . . you're so . . . . so different!" I looked away. I couldn't look at that gorgeous face anymore! That couldn't be my friend Jerry! No way!

I found my hand going to my face as I felt my high cheekbones and small, graceful nose. I didn't touch my eyes, but I had been looking through the longer eyelashes that fluttered in front of them when I blinked and knew that they, too, had changed.

My fingers passed over my lips and mouth, feeling a wider, fuller, softer set of lips there and then my hand just dropped it into my lap, not wanting to know more.

Kevin, or at least the beautiful girl that now sat where he had, was exchanging equally uncomfortable words with Ricky about their changed appearance, their transformation into . . . into . . . I couldn't think it, when . . . . . they suddenly stopped their anxious exchange and we all looked back at the screen.

I felt as though I would have given one of my limbs, right then and there, if I were allowed to escape that place!

But the young woman on the screen, . . . the young, beautiful woman whom we now shared so much in common with, continued to pronounce our doom to us.

"Well, ladies, wasn't that a pleasant change? I'm sure you'll all be quite satisfied with your new look. But there'll be time for a little self-admiration later, . . .we still have some things to finish yet." She winked again, nodding her pretty head as she did, as if to rub in our dilemma. I didn't care, though. All I could think of was trying to stop her from continuing! But, . . . . but how?!? I couldn't even move my finger!!

"So we'll move right in to the next phase of your transformation. This phase will complete the conversion of your Hair and Fingernails to final feminine length and specifications. Any natural waving or curling will be completed with your hair and simple, natural styling will be added as the process is completed. Similarly, your nails will be adequately manicured as the process is finished.

"Now please be still as we begin."

I closed my eyes as the humming started and the yellow light began to grow bright again. If only there was some way to get out from under it! But I simply remained still as I felt the tingling on the top of my head grow in intensity. I splayed my fingers staright out in my lap as a buzzing, itchy feeling spread across my fingertips. A moment later, the sensations subsided. But I already knew what I'd see.

I had felt the light, tickling feeling of soft hair descend onto and over my soft shoulders and down onto my upper back. I could even feel the added weight on my head as I knew I now had a full compliment of feminine hair on my head! And I had felt the scratchy feeling of my long nails as I had clenched my small fists after the process had been complete, trying to ward off the sensations that lingered there.

I slowly opened my eyes to see my long, honey blonde hair falling down over my right eye and sweeping off to the side! I instictively raised my right hand to move the long locks out of the way and was shocked at the sight of long, feminine shaped nails protruding daintily from my fingertips! I looked in horror at my hands, holding them in front of me, fingers pointing upwards, and saw long, pretty nails, rounded and well shaped as they extended about half an inch past the tips of my girlish fingers!!

I moved my head slightly, feeling my long hair brush over my shoulders and tickle the tops of my breasts and looked down at the soft, gently curled ends of my long, honey blonde hair. Touching it, when I had brushed it aside, only confirmed it's feminine, silky texture was as real as it looked!!

I found it impossible not to look over at the others. I had to see!

As I turned my head to look over at Jerry, I had to brush my hair off to the side again, away from my right eye where it tended to fall naturally to. The movement was feminine and gracefull as I saw my long nails flash in front of me, but I couldn't help it, each motion now was controlled in an ultra-feminine way!

I looked and saw Jerry, though he didn't look like Jerry at all anymore. I was met with the same beautiful face from before, only now it framed by long, shiny black hair that fell down in soft curls over his shoulders, becoming thicker and curlier at the ends that rested slightly down his back and over his small breasts. Sweeping bangs covered his small forehead and then swept back behind his small ears. It was . . . so . . . beautiful!

As I saw him look up at me, lowering his hands back to his lap after looking in disbelief at his long, shapely nails, at least as long as mine, I couldn't believe how all this had changed his appearance and made him look so . . . so much like. . . like a real woman!! My heart ached at the sight!! He wasn't Jerry anymore, I didn't know who this woman was!!

My attention was diverted from him by a flash of auburn hair as I looked over at Kevin. Kevin?!?! Not any more!

His long, lightly curled, full head of reddish auburn hair was absolutely shining as he tossed his head to the side in a feminine way. He was looking down at his long nails, held femininely out in front of his beautiful face and shaking his head slightly, a pouty, pained expression on his lovely face. He had flipped his head to the side, causing his long hair to swish around off his shoulders and fall over his left side where it's long length covered his left breast!! I know he didn't want to do it, it was so gracefull and feminine in the way it moved, but . . . . . but nothing we did now looked less than completely feminine and girlish. His reddish hair was so soft and beautiful that I had to look away, I couldn't believe how much he looked like a young, gorgeous woman!!

But my gaze landed on Ricky, now sporting a full head of long, soft brown locks! His hair swept across his face from one side and fell cascading down to his shoulders and beyond, straight near the top, parted naturally on his right side, and then thick and curly from about halfway down to the lush, full, mass of curled hair around his shoulders! His doe-like expression looked so sensuous from behind the wispy veil of hair that swept across the front of his face that I didn't know him at all anymore! God! He was beautiful!! He was staring blankly, his lips in their perpetual smile, at his long, femininely shaped fingernails on his slender fingertips. He shook his head slightly, causing his curls to shake and quiver, as he looked down from his hands as they fell gracefully to his sides.

I wanted to die!! We all did! This was so . . . so awful! How. . . why?!? Oh, God, we just looked so . . . so . . . .

We didn't speak, we weren't allowed to and a moment later she began to talk again.

"Allright, girls, . . . let's move right along into the next phase of your transformation. We still have a few more items to complete before you can begin getting ready to receive guests later."

Guests?!? I . . . I hadn't even thought about the fact that we were being prepared to . . . to leave here and . . . and . . . oh shit! It was bad enough . . . seeing each other this way . . . . but . . . I hadn't been thinking about why we were being changed into women!! Now it all came back! The men we were being changed for! Our . . . (Oh, God!) . . . our husbands !! My fear and loathing grew at the thought! Oh, please! Please don't let anyone else see me this way!! Please!!

"This next phase will be devoted to Final Breast Enhancement. Your breast enlargement and contouring will include final nipple and aureola sizing. This process will be followed by a short break where you may take refreshment and relax before beginning the final phase of your physical transformation. Now please remain still as we begin." As she finished, the TV monitor faded out and she was gone.

My state of shock and fear grew as she had spoken. Final breast enhancement?!? Wha . . . . . ? My thoughts were cut off by the incesant humming and glow of the yellow light from above.

As I stared ahead, my chest tingling like crazy and my mouth dry, I could actually feel weight being added to my front, my . . . . my upper body shifting slightly forward as I felt a strange, alien tugging, like a steady weight trying to drag me forward. Then the humming stopped and the light went out as the glass structure above us climbed back up to it's old position.

My head dropped forward as I was released from control. My mind screamed and my thoughts reeled at what my eyes beheld!! Ohhhh, God! Noooooo!

There, . . attached to my narrow chest, . . were two. . . large,soft, and firm, . . . tits!! Not the small, girlish breasts I'd been given the day before, . . . but a pair of large, fully developed and womanlybreasts that would fill any man's dream!! But they . . . they were on me !!

I gasped, . . . . a feminine cry issuing from my female mouth. A gasp of fear, despair, and total humiliation! I now had the breasts that I had only hoped I'd one day be able to fondle on another woman!! But, now . . . now I'd carry them around in front of me, displayed for other mens' pleasure. I was to be that woman!!

As I looked back up, feeling my long, soft hair shift over my shoulders and fall delicately down on my perfect, C-Cup tits, the image of the large, pink-brown aureolas and large, upturned nipples remained in my mind. Perched high on my breasts!! Ohhhh, God!!!! They had done all these other things to me! Why?!? Why did I have to have such . . . such big tits?!?! Why?!?!

I shook my head and looked again at them . . . realizing that I'd never be able to look down my front again without being greeted by the the sight of my well endowed bosum!! A womans' busom!

Similar cries of despair and humiliation brought my attention to the others.

I looked over at Jerry, feeling my breasts sway with the motion of turning my upper body, no longer just jiggling lightly as they had before, . . and was met with the sight of the beautiful brunette I'd seen earlier, . . . only now she was looking down, mouth agape, at her large, firm tits. She . . . . he was cupping one with his right hand, the soft, olive skinned flesh spilling over his delicate hand. I realized then that his breasts were larger, more rounded than mine. Poor Jerry!! They had really done it to him!! He looked like a centerfold model with his D-Cup tits dominating the upper part of his chest!! He had large, dark aureloas and big, pointed nipples that stood out erect and firm! But his tits didn't sag, they just . . . just stuck out! So big and so obvious!! I felt his pain and suffering along with my own.

I looked past him, seeing Kevin bringing his slender arms down from his front where he had been trying to cover his breasts up, like a woman caught unawares while nude. But he had only been trying to hide them from his own eyes. He couldn't stand looking at the pair of pink, lush tits now protruding from his chest. Their pink nipples standing out, erect and taught, surrounded by reddish-pink aureolas the size of a half dollar. His breasts were about the same size as mine and stood firmly out from his front, declaring his womanhood! He was looking down at them as I watched, his eyes blinking in disbelief at the latest additions to his feminine body. I knew just how he felt.

Jerry looked over at me, saddness and despair on his pretty face, shaking his head and then turning to see the others. I looked past him again and saw that Ricky was staring back at me, his beautiful eyes crying out for help as he looked in horror at the appendages growing out from my chest. He, too, now had a well developed pair of large, pert, beautiful tits that any woman would have been proud of! Firm, tanned like the rest of his body, but displaying large pink nipples that stood out a half-inch from the brown aureolas they were surrounded by. He was a C-Cup like Kevin and I and there was no doubt now that we were going to be as beautiful and well developed as the other women we had seen before. There was no escape from it.

I looked back at Jerry as he turned back to face me, his large breasts quivering heavily on his chest. He crossed his slender arms over them and then bowed his head. He must have known that he had been given a larger set of tits and it must have made him feel all the more ashamed!

I knew we were free to move about and talk now, but I really didn't have the heart to say anything. I felt so ashamed and awkward that I just wanted to be left alone. But apparently that wasn't allowed, because a moment later I was speaking to the others in spite of my resistance.

"Don't you just love them? Isn't it great?!? I just wish mine were as big as Jerry's! Some girls have all the luck!" Then I giggled and saw that Jerry was now being forced to participate in the exchange.

"Oh, Dave! You're just teasing !! You know your titties are as sexy as mine! I think you look just great!" Then we both giggled and the others joined in.

I realized that if we didn't take advantage of our free-speech time, the device would take over for us, so I waited a moment for all the feminine prattle to calm down and then looked over at the others and said,

"I . . . I think . . . I think that we had better . . . talk about something else. I think . . . think it forces us to . . to talk lke this if we don't say something ourselves."

Jerry and Kevin nodded while Ricky just looked blankly ahead, saddness registering on his pretty face.

I decided to see if I could put my robe back on and found that I could stand up without any restraint. But I also felt the awkward change in my center of gravity as I did. But I didn't have to adjust, my body did it automatically. Apparently we weren't allowed to appear anything less than gracefull. Still, I was ashamed at the way my tits swayed as I put on the robe. And it was embarassing to see the front of it tented out so far as I drew the front closed and tied the belt around my small waist.

I looked back down at Jerry and the others and said, "I'm going to get some coffee. Does anybody else want some?" My cheery, feminine voice hid my somber feelings.

Jerry nodded as he stood up to put on his robe, his large breasts swaying slightly more than mine as he did. And the front of his robe stood out even further than mine after he had donned it, . . . if that were possible. I felt like I was all tits out there!!

The others slowly stirred as Jerry and I walked over to the food unit, our hips swaying very seductively as we walked. We couldn't control it, they just rolled gracefully and seductively as we moved.

A few minutes later, we were all sitting back down and sipping at our cups, content for the moment to just relax. This whole thing was so mentally draining!! I felt as though it had gone on for hours!! I watched my feminine hands bring my cup up to my lips as I took another sip of coffee. I noticed how easily the control over my actions had altered the movement of my hands and fingers to compensate for my long fingernails, each movement now seeming ultra-feminine and delicate as I carefully and gracefully held the cup or picked it up. There was no need to learn how to handle the much longer, feminine nails. I noted how the others were doing the same.

"How long . . . . how long do you think it will . . . will be before . . . before she comes back?" I hesitantly asked Kevin as I caught him looking over at me, his large green eyes studying my image.

He shook his head, his red hair dancing across his shoulders.

"I . . . I don't know. Not long enough . . . I'm sure."

Ricky spoke up for the first time since we had been given our latest additions to our bodies and slowly said, "Do . . . do you think they'll ever let us . . . uh, you know . . . let us go back to being . . . being ourselves again?" He was taking this harder than any of us, if that was possible.

Jerry looked over at him, his breasts swaying noticably even under his robe and replied, "I . . . I don't think they care about that. You know how long . . . how long they've been doing this. Remember what Mr. Lawson said? They started doing this quite a few years ago." Then he lowered his head and said, "I just wish they'd hurry up and get it over with. I hate the suspense!"

I looked at him and said, "Don't give up, Jerry. Something may happen."

Kevin gave a feminine, "Hah!" Then added, "The only thing that's going happen is that woman, or whatever she is, is going to come back on that screen in a minute and finish us off! You know what's next! There isn't anything else left to do but . . . but . . . " But his high, feminine voice trailed off as he shook his head and took another sip of his coffee. He was as frustrated as any of us but, even given the freedom to speak his mind, it came out in a feminine and girlish manner, being unable to control our voices enough to put in the anger we all felt! It almost made it not worth the effort.

I squeezed my thighs together in tensed fear, as if trying to protect the last vestige of my maleness that protruded slightly from my otherwise completely female body. I didn't want to think of that! Not that !!

I was nervous and afraid inside, not wanting to think of anything except to hold on to some vague hope that something would happen soon to stop all of this. But I looked over at Jerry, watching him gracefully lift his cup to his pretty lips and take a sip, noting the tented front of his robe, his long, shiny brunette hair cascading over his small shoulders so beautifully . . and I knew my hope was a slight one.

I found myself setting my cup down on the table in front of me and reaching for my purse. I hadn't wanted to, I still had some coffee in my cup and I wanted to finish drinking it. A moment later I was opening it up and reaching in to extract my gold cigarette case and lighter. Oh, no. Not this again! Then I had the case open and was deftly lifting out one of the long, white cigarettes, turning it to rest gracefully between my extended, long nailed fingers. I could see the others watching out of the corner of my eye as I gracefully brought the slim white filter up to my full lips and then lit the end.

As I exhaled a long stream of smoke out in front of me and placed my purse back on the table, I picked up my cup and held it in my lap with my left hand, while my right hand rested over my thigh, the long, feminine cigarette held daintily between my fingers.

I looked over at Jerry, noting that Ricky had leaned forward for his own purse.

"I . . . I hate this! Why do they make us do this!!", I said as I brought the cigarette back to my lips to take another puff on it.

He looked at me, his expression registering sympathy as he reached for his own purse and said, "I . . . I think I know why." And as he opened his purse, taking out his own cigarettes, he added, "You should see . . . see how . . . how it makes you look. It's makes you look so . . . so provacative." He finished his statement as I watched the beautiful brunnette sitting where he had been, bring her ladies cigarette up to her lips and light the end of it, confirming what he had said. He looked so . . . , God!, . . . so sexy the way he did that! I guessed that was why we did it. It added to the illusion (or more accurately, reality) of what we were supposed to be; sexy young women.

Ricky was just tilting his head back, letting a long stream of smoke fly out from between his lips as Kevin reached for his own purse, too. A minute later, it was like the night before, except this time we were able to talk freely amongst ourselves as we sat there, smoking and finishing our coffee.

When our cups were drained and we had finished our cigarettes, we got up and placed the cups in the disposal chute, then sat back down on the sofa. I was slightly amazed to see that the ashtrays were clean as we sat down. Apparently, they must have emptied themselves! But I didn't dwell on it for long. Who cared anyway! There wasn't anything that had happened that wasn't downright amazing anyway! It was too unreal to understand.

Then we heard the softs chimes again and we all looked up to see her smiling down at us, her pink-red lips shining widely. I hated that image!

She parted her luscious lips and began to speak, my anxiety growing by leaps and bounds.

"Well I hope you enjoyed your short break, ladies. It's time to move along into the final phase of your physical transformation.

""This phase will consist of the following items: Final Internal Organ and Nervous System Mutation to female specifications, Transformation of all male reproductive systems into Female Reproductive Systems, and Genetic/DNA Level Mutation to female standards and equivalents. At the completion of this phase, your sex change will be complete, down to the smallest detail, including functional vagina, clitoris, uterus, ovaries, and urinary tract. All aspects of female sexual activity, including orgasm and response will be enhanced and available, excepting child birth. This will not be possible due to the fact that the process will render you sterile. However, all reproductive organs will be intact and will function normally, including monthly menstrual cycles. I will explain other aspects of this to you after we have completed this phase and then discuss some other behavioral changes that will soon take place.

"Now if you will remain still, . . . we will begin."

She smiled down from the screen as the glass structure lowered towards us, it's humming sounding louder as it approached.

Oh, Sweet Jesus!! Stop this now!! Don't let them turn me into a . . . a girl!! But there was no answer as the light flooded over us for the last time and me eyes closed as the tingling, pulsating buzz grew in my lower abdomen and groin. Then, as it began to subside, a long shudder passed through me from head to toe, like an uncontrolled shiver, and I knew the change had been completed. I pressed my thighs together in fear, . . . feeling nothing between them.

As the glass structure retracted back to it's original position, I realized that I did feel different now. My lower abdomen and stomach felt strange, all rearranged and somehow different! I felt bare between my thighs, naked! There was something missing, . . . and I knew what it was.

I looked down at my robe covered lap and hesistantly slipped a slender hand between the folds. I pressed my long-nailed fingers lightly against my groin and felt . . . nothing! Well, not exactly nothing, I . . I could feel my soft blond pubic hair and . . . and the. . . the outline of . . . oh, god! . . . a woman's vagina!

I quickly removed my hand and looked straight ahead, my mind reeling with the impact of what had finally happened! I was now . . . now . . . I was . . . was . . . a girl!!

I lowered my head, shaking it from side-to-side, my long blonde hair moving about and getting in front of my face. I didn't want to be a woman!! Nooooo! Please! Nooooooooo! But I was . . . and there was nothing I could do about it!

I finally looked over at Jerry, knowing that he was now a she. And Kevin and Ricky, . . . all of us. . . . all of us . . . females! Women! . . . Girls! Complete with large breasts and vaginas! I was so humiliated and depressed! How could they!! How dare they!!

The others must have been thinking the same thing as they simply looked down into their feminine laps, shaking their heads with looks of abject horror on their faces, realizing what they now had between their legs!

The woman started to speak again, her cheerful, feminine voice never showing any concern over what had been done to us. She just went on, telling us of our miserable fate . . . as women!

"Well, girls! That completes your sex-change transformation phase. I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results when you have the opportunity to try out your new womanhood!" She winked and smiled, driving home further the understanding of why this had been done to us. Never!! I would never let a man take me!! No way! It was disgusting!!

But I just smiled uncontrollably up at her as she spoke.

"Now, ladies, I'll explain a few other details to you about your new life and then let you start getting ready to meet your fiances' . . and the other citizens of Athernia, so that you may take your place among the wonderful society we have built here.

"First, let me say that you will be received with open arms by the other residents of our small island. You will be accepted freely into our lives and given every opportunity to fufill your dreams of becoming a wife and companion to your husbands. You and your husbands will live together in the house of your dreams and you will find that your life as a homemaker and wife will be fullfilling and rewarding. Remember that if you have a hard time adjusting to your new life at first, . . don't worry, . . adequate control will be excersized at all times to make you act and behave correctly, in the manner befitting a young woman and wife.

"Just a note here, between us girls. In case you are a little worried about being able to satisfy your man when the time comes, you needn't worry at all. You'll find that you will be more than able to satisfy his needs at all times," and then she actually blushed a little as she said, "regardess of his tastes and desires. And the best part is, . . . you'll be as satisfied . . or more . . than your partner is. It's a side benefit from the control that you will be using to help you along. But," and she straightened up slightly now, "I'll let you discover for yourselves how easy and enjoyable this will be."

I just let her words roll off me. I couldn't even comprehend what she was saying! It just wasn't real! How could she even talk about such things! I wouldn't!! I couldn't!! I won't!! But my despair and frustration only grew deeper.

"Now I'll explain a few more details about some changes that must take place before you get started. First, you'll all notice that from now on, even during periods when you may move about and speak freely, you will always do so in a feminine and ladylike manner. Your movements will be restricted if you attempt to leave or otherwise misbehave and your speech will be controlled if you cannot control it yourselves. You may, for the most part, speak freely amongst yourselves or with the other women of the island, but you may not engage in subversive or disruptive conversation. If you are among the men, you will be required to assume a submissive and ladylike manner. You'll find it easier on yourself if you willingly go along with these simple rules." Never!!, I cried in my mind.

"When I have finished, you will begin preparations for a visit from Mr. Lawson and your fiances'. You will find that each of your rooms has been supplied with the necessary items of apparel and other things you will need to accomplish this. And don't worry, . . . as before, you'll be able to use all of the items there without any problem, another benefit of the control system.

"Mr. Lawson will formally introduce you to your fiances' and then you will be able to leave with them to attend a small reception party at the local club. There you will meet a few of the other women and their husbands. I'm sure you'll find it will be an enjoyable experience. And by the way, your old names, of course, would no longer suit your new status as women. So, I would like to take this opportunity to tell each of you your new names. Of course, you will be able to keep your original surnames until after your weddings, which will take place the day after tomorrow, at which time you will, of course, take the last name of your husbands."

Meet our fiances'! A reception party?!? Weddings?!? Me?!?! As the bride?!? Oh, God, . . . she was even about to change our names!!! Ohhh please make this stop!!

She looked up again smiling and she seemed to turn her gaze to my right, looking over towards Ricky. I was able to move my head slightly as I saw him (her?) staring up at her.

"Ricky Taylor," she began, "your new name shall be Rita Ann Taylor. Do not refer to yourself, or respond to any other name than Rita Ann Taylor, until you are married. At that time your new married name will be Rita Ann Sellers, Mrs. Rita Ann Sellers, or Mrs. Robert Sellers."

Then she looked over towards Kevin and continued, "Kevin Benning, your new name shall be Kathleen Louise Benning. Do not refer to yourself, or respond to any other name than Kathleen Louise Benning, until you are married. At that time, your new married name will be Kathleen Louise Collins, Mrs. Kathleen Louise Collins, or Mrs. Jeffery Collins."

Looking at Jerry, she said, "Jerry Thomas, your new name shall be Jennifer Sue Thomas. Do not refer to yourself, or respond to any other name than Jennifer Sue Thomas, until you are married. At that time, your new married name will be Jennifer Sue Weaver, Mrs. Jennifer Sue Weaver, or Mrs. Sam Weaver." Jerry's blank stare didn't change as the woman spoke at him, declaring he no longer existed!

"Dave Johnson, " As she began to speak, my head snapped back to meet her eyes, my long blonde hair swishing around to fall across my shoulders. I didn't want to listen!! Don't speak to me!! But she intoned my name and I had to.

"Your new name shall be Diana Lynette Johnson. Do not refer to yourself, or respond to any other name than Diana Lynette Johnson, until you are married. At that time, your new married name will be Diana Lynette Miller, Mrs. Diana Lynette Miller, or Mrs. Peter Miller." As she finished her pronouncement, the name resounded in my head. Diana?!? Diana Lynette?!?! Mrs. ?!?!? I would never, EVER, let that happen!!

"Now, ladies, please understand that you will not be able to respond to any other name than the female names you have just been given. Nor will you be able to refer to yourself, or any of the others in any name except that which you all have been assigned. This is necessary to provide proper continuity in your new roles. I'm sure you understand.

"Well, that about wraps up this session, girls. Thank you for your patience and understanding. I'm sure you'll all be glad to put this minor inconvenience behind you and get on with you lives now. Now please use your remaining time here well . . . and enjoy yourselves preparing to meet your friends and . . " she winked one last time, " . . the man of your dreams."

Then she was gone. The TV monitor blinked out and we were left sitting on the sofa in our white robes, breasts pressing out the front of them, our legs crossed, covering our new womanhood, and blank stares on our beautiful, sexy faces!

I wanted to die! I just didn't want to live anymore!

But in a moment, we were all standing, collecting our purses and moving silently off to our rooms, totally under control again.

I felt my hips roll seductively as I padded off to my room, my large breasts bouncing under my robe and exerting a strange, tugging sensation against my chest. I noticed Jerry walking into his room, his large tits obvious under the front of his robe, bouncing freely . . and his left forearm held horizontally against his waist, wrist limp and slender, feminine hand loosly hanging down. It was the same with all of us. No one . . . No one could have recognized us! We were four young, beautiful, sexy women, obviously about to go about preparing ourselves for . . . for . . . who knows?

As I turned into my room, I caught a glimpse of Kevin, swishing gracefully into his room, his long auburn hair bouncing almost as much as the front of his robe, his slender hands swaying gracefully at his sides. Ricky was already in his room, doing God-knows-what.

I entered and went straight to my vanity, now covered with all kinds of feminine things. Womens' things! Cosmetics, hairbrushes, combs, jewelery box, make-up case, lotions and bottles, and . . . who knew what else. I made a feeble mental effort to stop myself, but . . I knew it wouldn't work. My new body was intent on following orders . . and those orders had said I should get dressed. Dressed like a woman . . . to go out !!

I went along for the ride, seeing, hearing, feeling everything as if I was doing it myself, but . . but I did it as though I was under a spell, unconsciously repeating ingrained habits. I was so damn frustrating to have to go through it all, having moments of self control and then . . finding myself doing things I would never have done!! God, I was afraid!! Afraid of what had already been done to me . . . and afraid of what I might do!!

I set my purse down on the edge of the vanity and then turned towards the dresser. As I moved over to it, I caught a glimpse of my reflection as I passed the mirror. All I saw was a beautiful young blonde walking by! It took a brief second for me to realize that it was me! The tortured pain in my mind grew as I glimpsed her reflection, her long, beautiful blond hair cascading down over her shoulders, her beautiful face with wide, almond shaped eyes, and full, reddish-pink lips! And her figure! Even under the robe she was . . . stunning! Voluptuous and nubile, sexy and yet, demure. All these things flashed through my mind as the full force of the reality set in. They had changed me into a girl!! Oh, God it was painfull to think of it!

I opened the top dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of lacy, rose-pink colored panties with a french-cut. A matching, lacy pink bra, much larger than the one I'd worn the night before went with it. The full C-cups were lightly wired underneath and obviously cut in order to wear it with a low-cut dress! I hated the soft, slinky feeling my fingers felt while placing them on my bed!

Then I opened the second drawer, pulling out a very lacy, pink and rose colored garter belt, with six rose colored garter straps per leg, each with a small embroidered rose on the clasps. I set it down next to the panties and bra. I couldn't even conceive of wearing those things! I wanted to rip them up and throw them out! But I just went about the room, getting everything I'd need.

I picked up a blow dryer from the next drawer of the dresser and a plastic, plug-in case of steam curlers, filled with pink curlers of various sizes and then turned out of the room, heading for the bathroom.

I met Jerry coming out from his room as I turned towards the bathroom. He/she was carrying the same things as I was and was smiling lightly as he/she walked with me into the bathroom. I realized I was, too. We looked as if nothing was wrong, just two women getting ready to shower and do our hair. It was so depressingly real! No hint from the other that anything was wrong, . . . that we didn't really want to do this!

As I turned into the bathroom, I looked directly at myself in the large mirror. It was a shock I'll never forget!

There, staring back at me, a playful smile on her pretty mouth, was a beautiful, sexy blonde woman of about twenty or so! I . . I knew it was me, . . . .I even saw the faintest traces of my old image in the gorgeous face . . . but no more than a family resemblance now, no hint of masculinity left. My lips were full and soft, pursing out slightly to give me a provacative, sensuous look. A small, pert, feminine nose above, set between high, feminine cheekbones that were covered with rosy, soft skin. And my eyes! They were so . . . so big! And my pupils were so . . so blue and bright! Long, curved lashes fluttered gracefully over them as I blinked and looked at my face. My face?!?! No. It was a young womans' face. Not mine.

Thin, dark blonde eyebrows curved gracefully over my eyes, totally feminine and arched just like a womans'. But it was my hair, . . . my long, soft, shiny, honey blonde hair that gave me the sexy, beautiful look that I had glimpsed earlier in the mirror. It was just that . . . that there was so much of it! And it fell so softly around my shoulders, cascading down over by front and back, nearly covering my bulging robe where my ample breasts were hidden.

It was so hard . . confronting my new image for the first time, knowing that it was mine . . . my new body . . . my female body!

I could see Jerry looking closely at himself, the same playful smile on his full, reddish lips. He glanced over at me and then back at himself. I wanted him to say something, anything that could make me feel better, but . . what was there to say?

I moved to the end of the counter and placed the blow dryer and curlers down, plugging the curlers into the wall socket and then pulling off my robe.

I looked only momentarily at my nude body in the mirror. My large, firm breasts jutting proudly from my chest, my small, petite waist, my rounded, curvy hips and feminine derrier, descending into firm, soft skinned thighs. I glimpsed the triangular patch of soft, blonde, down that rested at my crotch, inwardly cringing at the sight of the top of two soft, pink, fleshy lips that marked ... marked where my new vagina was!

Then we both opened a drawer under each sink and took out our toothbrushes and toothpaste. I few minutes later our straight, white teeth were gleaming.

I turned, grabbing two plastic bottles from a group of them on the counter and walked into one of the showers.

As the warm water cascaded over my soft body, I rubbed the scented soap from the dispenser around, stopping more than I wanted at my breasts, lightly fondling them with my slender hands, feeling, . . . feeling strange sensations from my erect nipples. Fortunately, my hands didn't linger there too long, moving around to wash and explore the rest of my female shape.

But when my fingers moved towards my crotch, soaping the soft, downy pubic hair, a finger slid down for a moment, gently pressing against the lips of the opening there. I was abashed at the sexy sensation that ran through me as the lips of my girls vagina parted slightly, my fingernail sliding into the moist cavity and my soft fingertip pressed lightly against a sensitive, small, round protrusion hidden under the folds! Oh, Jesus! I had a clitoris! And . . . I . . . was touching it!, . . . fondling it! and . . . . . and it felt . . . good! Oh, Nooooo! Please don't make me feel like that! Don't touch yourself there!!

My finger slid out and I finished rinsing off my body before soaking my long hair under the spray and then liberally applying shampoo from one of the bottles through it. There was just so much hair there! It took me several minutes to wash it and then rinse it, after I had applied the conditioner to it and let it soak a while. It seemed to take forever to rinse it all out, then squeeze it between my small fingers, pressing out the excess water. It felt so unusual having the heavy, wet hair laying on my shoulders and down the back of my slim neck. Then I reached out and grabbed one of the soft, fluffy towels hanging near the shower door and towelled myself dry in the shower, then wrapped it around my chest, above my breasts so it draped out over them.

At last I stepped out of the shower and moved over to the sink. I used another towel to pat my hair dry before leaning down, wrapping it around my head, like a girl would, and flipping it back behind me. I noticed that my flesh glowed a soft pink as I looked into the mirror, seeing a young woman staring back, smiling.

Jerry came out of his shower and repeated the process. Then we both went back to our rooms, to return shortly with a comb and brush.

As I automatically began combing out my damp hair, I looked over at Jerry, who was doing the same, and decided to try and talk to him. I felt so alone, as if I was in a room full of strangers.

"Are . . . are you, OK?" I asked softly, my lips still smiling as if I had no cares in the world.

"Yeah. . . . . I'm, alright. You?"

"Yeah. I . . . I guess we're . . we're just going to have to get used to it. I can't stop. I try . . . . but . . . I just can't."

He nodded and resumed working with his long dark hair, combing out the ends and flipping it around to work on the other side, both of us tilting our heads off to one side, working it like the women we were. Then we turned on the blowdryers, a loud, whirring hum filling the bathroom as we brushed and blew our hair until it was dry, cascading again over our shoulders and down our backs.

He looked back at me as he brushed it out and then reached for one of the steaming curlers from the case he had brought in. I saw him deftly roll up a flat handful of hair and then clip it into place on the side of his head. I began doing the same and he looked again at me as he spoke.

"I . . . uh, was just wondering. Would you . . . you try calling me by my name? I . . . I was . . . wondering if what she said was really true. You know . . . about not being able to use our old names?"

I nodded as I finished clipping another large, hot, curler wrapped with blonde hair to my head.

I opened my mouth, fully meaning to say, "Sure, Jerry."

But, as much to my surprise as his, I said, "Sure, Jennifer."

I winced inside, knowing that I was now incapable of calling him anything else. He just looked quickly away and mumbled, "That's what I thought."

Then he stopped putting the curlers in his hair for a second and stared into the mirror, hesitating before he slowly said, "My . . . my name is J . . . Jennifer. Jennifer Sue Thomas." He shook his nead slightly, looked down again and then continued placing the hot curlers in his hair, still smiling lightly.

I didn't really think anything would be different, but I asked anyway.

"J . . Jennifer?," He looked over at me, responding naturally to the feminine name, raising his eyebrows in answer.

"Yes?"

"Would . . . would you call me by my name? My . . . real name?"

He smiled and quickly said, "Sure, Diana."

I inwardly cringed at the feminine sound of what he had called me. I looked back at my reflection, knowing the name fit the image, but determined to overcome this insanity. I set my resolve in my mind, preparing to state my name out loud to myself, to confirm who I was!

I stared at the blond woman looking at me and said, "My name . . . my name is D. . . Diana. Diana Lynette Johnson."

I saw Jerry looking at me out of the corner of his eyes as I felt the hopelessness of our plight. We couldn't even refer to ourselves by our God given names!! Only the female names we had been assigned!

I looked over at Jerry as we finished rolling up our hair and prepared to leave the bathroom. He looked so feminine with his hair up in curlers and the towel wrapped around his bosum. I felt the shame and humiliation of the moment and tried to console myself by saying something.

"Uh, . . Jennifer?" I couldn't get the other name out!

He looked at me as we turned to walk out.

"Yes, . . . Diana?" That name again!

"Uh, . . . let's . . let's not forget what we said before, . . OK? I mean . . . about sticking together and taking care of one another, . . . alright?"

He nodded again as we left the room. His perpetual smile hiding the shame he really felt.

"I know, Diana. I won't forget."

He gave a girlish wave as I went into my room and he walked off, turning into his own room, his hips swaying femininely as he did.

I walked over to the dresser and set down the curlers and the blowdryer. Then I went over to the vanity and sat down. Shorty, I could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom and I knew that Kevin and Ricky were taking their turns.

I spent the next few minutes using some sort of lotion on my skin that smelled very feminine and assualted my senses with the aroma of flowers. After rubbing it in all over, I picked up a spraycan of ladies anti-perspirant and applied it to the bare skin under my arms. It smelled like the lilacs my mother grew in her backyard. How I wished I was there right now!!

Then I looked at my reflection, seeming to study it for a moment before taking a small bottle of liquid make-up and opening it. The scent of the make-up repulsed me with it's sheer femininity, knowing I was about to put it on myself, but my fingers spread the light foundation quickly and smoothly into my face and upper neck, blending and smoothing it until it was undetectable. Then I picked up another small plastic compact and applied a light, pink-flesh tone, powdery make-up over the foundation. I looked at the effect it had to my appearance in the well lit mirror. I was chagrined at the dramatic way it added a softness to my already, too girlish skin!

When that was complete, I opened the small case of eyeshadow that my hand automatically went to and began using the small applicator brush to apply a pink-rose shadow above my upper lids. I watched in frustration as I blended the soft color outwards and up, creating a soft, but dramatic effect. Then I applied a slightly darker, rose purple shadow below the other, blending it on my upper lids and to the side. I even brushed a small amount on my lower lids, blending it out to the corner of my eyes and then upwards, creating an image of even larger and more almond shaped eyes than I already had!

With that done, I watched myself as I opened a thin tube, extracting a long, thin brush covered with a soft blue-black eyeliner. I struggled again with myself, trying with no success, as I expertly lined each eye. I was helpless to stop this! The worst part was having to constantly stare at my reflection as it became more and more beautiful and sexy!

A small brush, the shape of a thin toothbrush was now in my fingers, gently brushing a light brown color into my arched, feminine eyebrows and shaping them slightly as they swept over my eyes. Then another thin tube was in my hands and I was soon using a curved applicator brush to add a blue-black mascarra to my upper and lower eyelashes. I was humiliated by the effect it had on the already long and lush lashes! They seemed to grow as they separated and became even more visible than they already were, their curl seemed to increase as they floated above and below my eyes, fluttering gracefully as I blinked.

Then another, slightly larger case was opened to reveal a larger brush set next to a palette of rosy-pink blusher. I dabbed the brush in it and then I was applying it to my high cheekbones in upward sweeping motions, watching my cheeks grow rosier and more dramatic as the blusher flowed at an angle from my cheeks up to the middle and tops of my small ears! When that was finished, I smiled, turning my head and pursing my lips as I reviewed my image, the soft, sultry look I was taking on meeting with my approval as I nodded to myself. It was awful!! No one watching would have ever guessed there was a man inside of this gorgeous woman, screaming to stop doing these things!

I dabbed a bit of the blusher across my pert nose and then over my small chin in a playful manner. I wanted to die.

Then I smiled once more at myself and stood up, walking over to the bed.

I removed my towel and then picked up the pink, lacy panties, sliding them up my legs and into place on my girlish hips. I could feel the silky, cool material as it passed over my soft skin. It was so . . . so feminine! And the way they felt, pressing against my new sex, it . . . it was too much of a reminder! And unlike the night before, there was now no bulge in the crotch. Only the smooth, V-shape of a woman.

I picked up the lacy, pink brassier, my breasts bouncing and swaying as I straightened up. I placed my slender arms throught the thin straps and then leaned forward, positioning my ample bosum into the soft cups. Leaning back, I reached behind and fastened the bra and then adjusted the front, noticing how the underwire bra made my tits press together and force them up, increasing my cleavage a great deal! It was so . . . so humiliating! I hated my appearance . . . yet I was doing everything it took to make it more feminine and . . . and sexy!

Then I went over to the vanity and opened the top drawer. I looked at my image in the mirror as I picked up something from the drawer. I could see my breasts pressing out from my sexy bra, my image that of a centerfold in curlers! I couldn't escape the image! It was so awful to know it was me!

A minute later I was sitting on my bed, my knee up near my shoulder, leaning forward and applying a bright rose-pink nail polish to my toenails. When they were done, I got up, went back over to the vanity and sat down. I picked up a small bottle of clear nail polish and put a coat of it on each of my long, feminine shaped fingernails. Then, when that was dry, out came the bright, rose-pink polish I'd used on my toenails. I smoothly applied two coats of it to my long nails, carefully brushing it on in long, even strokes. When I was done, my nails looked slick and wet, shining brightly at the ends of my female fingers. I still couldn't accept that these were now my hands! They were too pretty! Too girlish!

I sat at the vanity for a few minutes, blowing on my nails and waiting for them to dry. When they were, they still looked shiny and wet.

Next came the lace-lined garter belt. I got up and went back to the bed, picking it up. I fastened it about my narrow waist and then turned it around so that the clasp was in the rear. The short garter straps with their little rosebud ends, danced freely across my thighs. Then I went back over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers again.

This time I came up with a pair of smoky colored, full length, nylon hose. They felt so light and fragile in my soft fingers. Sitting on the side of the bed, I was soon rolling them up each leg, then standing as I fastened each top to the garter straps that hung down to the tops of my shapely thighs. I was shocked again by my image as I walked over to the mirror to survey the results. I was looking more and more feminine and sexy with each awful thing I did to myself! I strained in my mind to take control over my (my?) body, but . . . but I could only do what I was directed to do. I was helpless, knowing I was going through with all the things she had said I would! How could I do this! I wished again that I would just keel over from a heart attack!

But, my healthy, young, sexy body just turned away from the mirror and I went over to the closet. Opening it up, the first thing I saw was a lacy, pink half-slip hanging next to a dress. I tried to hold back my hand as it went out to the hangar, but a second later, I was pulling the soft, sheer slip from the hangar and then stepping lightly into it, pulling it up over my nylon-clad legs, past my pink panties, and over the top of my lacy garter belt. I adjusted it about my small waist and felt it caress my feminine butt and hips as the lacy trimmed hem fell to about two inches below the tops of my hosiery. As I turned to check it in the mirror, I felt my mind cringe at the sight.

Then I turned again back to the closet and lifted the dress out. I held it up against me and looked down at it, holding it against my front with my free hand. The way a woman would do if she was checking to see if it would be her choice for the day!

I slipped it off the hangar and unzipped the back. Then I was slipping my arms up through the bottom of it, carefully lowering it down over my head, passed the curlers still atop my head, away from my face, arms slipping through the sleeves and then down over my ample bosum and into place.

I reached behind me and with some contortionist movements, managed to zip it up to where it ended just above my bra strap. Then I turned to the mirror and looked at myself again. Oh, God! This isn't me!

The tight dress was an off-pink, almost rose color. It was made of a soft, somewhat fuzzy, cashmier material. The dress had a semi-round, low-cut front, barely covering my bra and allowed my ample cleavage to be prominently displayed. The shoulders were lightly padded, and gave them a squared-off look, the sleeves hugging my slender arms down to a few inches above my slim wrists, ending in a tight, short, lacy cuff.

I watched my fingers fasten a three-inch wide, shiny, pink colored leather belt around my high, small waist to an oval shaped, gold buckle. The skirt was tight and poured over my girlish hips and hugged my thighs, falling just below my slip to about six inches above my nylon-clad knees. A walking slit ran up the back of the tight skirt, allowing a little more movement from my thighs, but not much.

I watched my fingers adjust the front of the dress, fixing the front so that I could display as much cleavage as possible without exposing the bra. Then I went back over and sat down at the vanity, noting how my steps were short and restricted by the tight skirt of the dress. As I sat down, my left hand smoothed the dress under my thighs, and though I kept my thighs together tightly, the hem of the skirt rode up to just below the tops of my nylons. I felt miserable!

Opening one of the side drawers of the vanity, I saw that it was empty and began removing the large curlers from my hair, dropping them into the drawer. I watched in contempt as long, soft locks of my blond hair fell softy on to my shoulders as I removed the curlers. When they were all out, I shut the drawer and picked up a wide hairbrush and began brushing out my hair into a very feminine and . . . and seductive hairstyle.

First I would tease it forwards, then brush it back, causing it to take on a fullness and body that I couldn't believe it possesed! Then I parted it in off to the left side, brushing the rest over to the right and letting it sweep across the front. Brushing the left side back and over my left ear, I reached up and held it there while my right hand went into the top drawer and came out with a pearl lined hairclip! It was about three inches long and an inch wide. I deftly placed it in my hair, causing the hair on my left side to sweep upwards from above my ear and then fall, cascading down in a mass of fluffy curls just behind it, to rest on and over my shoulder. Then I used the brush to sweep the hair that lay across my forehead and over the right side of my face, up and into a wave of soft blond that struck out and over my face in a gentle curve. I picked up a can of hairspray and sprayed the front of it, causing it remain there. Then I brushed the right side up and back, allowing the massive, fluffy curls on the bottom half of my hair to rest on my shoulder and cascade down onto my upper back. I teased and primped it for a while, until it looked full and soft, flowing femininely across the front of my head in an upward wave and then falling in massive, soft curls to my shoulders. A little more hairspray and I was done. I looked in disbelief at the results!

My face smiled back at me from the gorgeous image in the mirror. This just couldn't be happening to me!! I am a man!! Not . . . not this beautiful creature staring back at me!! No!

Before I could contemplate my misery any longer, I found myself opening the jewelery case on the vanity. I reached into one of the many small compartments in the case and pulled out a double strand, pearl necklace. The two strands of soft white, luminescent pearls shown lustery in the light as I unclapsed the back and then reached to drape it around my long, slender neck.

The pearls felt cool and tickled the bare skin above my bosum as I fastened the clasp in front then turned the pearls around so that the clasp was on the back of my neck, covered completely by the mass of blonde curls there. The two strands fell to within an inch or so of the top of the deep Vee where my cleavage began. The effect in the mirror was what I expected, . . a look of sultry sophistication and elegance.

Then I reached in and found a matching, four strand wide bracelet with gold lacing that held the strands against one another. I placed it on my right wrist, instinctively figuring out the intricate clasp that held the strands together around it. They clicked lightly against each other as I moved my arm, the gold lacing shining against the luminous pearls.

I looked back in the jewelery case and selected a thin, gold, ladies watch to place on my left wrist, just below the lacy pink cuff of my dress sleeve. It shone with the dull sheen of real gold.

Then I reached back into the jewelery case again, lifting two small, quarter carat diamond studs from the box. For the first time, as I lifted one of the studs towards my ear, I noticed that each of my small, feminine ears had two small holes in them! The had already been pierced! Twice! It took me a moment to remember when that would have happened, but then I recalled the phase that the woman had said this process would be included in. I guess I just hadn't had the inclination to check it back then. Probably because of the other things that had been going on that seemed so much more terrible than just a double piercing of my ears!

A few moments later, the top hole of each ear had a shiny diamond stud attached to it! Then I was back rummaging through the jewelery box again, looking for something else.

My fingers came out of the box with another set of earrings, again made for pierced ears. These were much larger and more eleborate than the diamond studs and my mind cringed at the thought of wearing them!

The long, three stand, pearl earrings were attached to an oval shaped, rosy-pink opal lined with tiny diamonds. The small, pinkish pearls that made up the three inch strands were separated by tiny crystal beads as they went down. The opal was about an inch in diameter and covered the bottom of my earlobe as I poked the post through the lower hole of each ear, attaching the earrings to them. Once on, they shined and sparkled as the strands playfully swung against my neck. I felt so ashamed at my reflection. I didn't want to be this beautiful woman . . . I . . . I wanted to have her!

Then I stood up and went over to the closet. Reaching in, I picked up a pair of shiny leather, bright pink colored, high-heel pumps that matched my belt. Each pointed toe was adorned with a small, pink-rose colored, silk bow just behind it that spread the width of the shoe, a small gold button at the center. I looked at the pencil-thin, three and a half inch heels and groaned inside at the thought of trying to walk in them. They were just too thin and high! This was ridiculous!!

But I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped them on to my small feet, feeling their perfect fit. I looked at the way they made my feet and legs look so provacative and sexy and I felt my shame grow. I stood up, feeling my posture adjust to the high, thin heels and thought I could actually feel the way my rear stood up and out with the forced change in my stance! Then I took a few mincing, hip swaying steps over to the closet and reached in again, noticing that I was a few inches taller now in the ultra-high heels.

I pulled out a shiny, pink colored, matching clutch purse with a gold clasp and took it over to the vanity with me. I sat down gracefully, noting how my knees came up much higher, now that I was wearing the spiked pumps and I set my new purse down in front of me on the vanity.

I picked up the old purse and found myself emptying it out on the vanity. I took the compact, the gold, ladies cigarette case, the gold cigarette lighter, and a small pack of tissues and placed them in my clutch-purse. Then I put the old purse in a drawer of the vanity.

I looked back over the top of the vanity and selected a few other things to go into the clutch-purse. Some mascarra, eyeshadow, eyeliner, blusher, eyebrow pencil, and make-up. Then I reached over to the pile of assorted make-up still on the table and looked at three different tubes of lipstick.

I felt my tension rise again at the thought of putting on more lipstick! I hated this more than all the other things! It was soooo . . . . sooo damn feminine!!

I opened a tube of bright, pink-red lipstick and twisted it out. The shiny lipstick rolled out of the tube and I leaned into the mirror, spreading my lips apart ladylike as I brought the lipstick up to them and began to smooth the rich, shiny color onto them. The bright, shiny, luxurient reddish-pink color flowed onto my full, feminine lips, adding a finality of feminine, sensuous, color and texture to my make-up. I rolled my lips together, blending the color over them, then touched up the cupids bow of my upper lip until it was perfect. I leaned back, capping the lipstick as I smiled sexily at myself in the mirror.

I just couldn't believe how I looked! God!! I . . . I was . . . . . . was gorgeous!! Even in my state of shock and horror over what I had become, . . . there was no denying that I was absolutely gorgeous! It made my mind lust and hate at the same time. How . . . how could they have done this to me?!?!

I smiled brightly at myself and then picked up a small bottle of perfume from the vanity top. I opened the small bottle, sprizing a light amount on my neck and on my slim wrists. The subtle, sweet, feminine aroma assualted my sense of smell with a feminine scent until it dissapated slightly, leaving a suble, feminine scent to follow me around, reminding me always of my status. I even gave a tiny spray onto a finger, then ran it in between the deep V of my cleavage, leaving behind the feminine scent there, too!

Then I smiled once more at my reflection and stood up, placing the lipstick and perfume in my purse.

I walked back over by my bed, taking small, mincing, ladylike steps and then turned around to face the mirror one more time. I looked once more at the gorgeous woman staring back at me, feeling the dress, panties, bra, garter, hose, and heels that I wore. Seeing them on me. Feeling my breasts strain against the front of the low-cut dress, feeling the void between my legs and the pressure of my tight panties against the new, sensitive flesh that was there. I felt my soft, long blond hair caress my head and neck and shoulders, and smelled the feminine scent of my perfume as it wafted around me, and tasted the lipstick that shined from my full, feminine lips. I looked at her . . . at me . . . and I knew what it was to feel like a woman. To physically be a woman! And my mind cried at what I was. I was so ashamed and humiliated! I just had to get out of there! I couldn't go on!

But go on I did. I turned and left the room, walking gracefully, seductively out onto the tiled open area that bordered the rooms to the pit area. I heard the sharp click of my heels as they made contact with the marble and I recognized the sound that signaled the approach of a woman. A woman in high-heels. And it was me!

I held my clutch purse gracefully at my side, under my ample busom as I walked towards the bar. My free hand swayed femininely at my side my hips rolling seductfully . . . like a woman.

I stepped lightly down the two steps and stood in front of the food synthesizer. I saw the flash of bright pink-red nails as my finger went out to the unit and made it's selection. A moment later I was walking around to one of the openings to the sofa and then sitting down on it, smoothing my tight dress under my shapely thighs as I did. I crossed my legs at my knees and set my purse down next to me, holding the small glass of white wine femininely in my right hand. I looked down at my legs and adjusted the hem of my dress to cover a little more of my exposed thigh. Then I brought the glass up to my lips and took a small sip of the sweet wine. I saw the lipstick mark on the rim of the glass as I brought it away from my lips and swallowed the cool, fragrant drink. I was about to bring it back to my lips again when I heard that unmistakeable sound again.

The sharp clicking sound of high heels on the tile caused me to stand up and turn around. As I did, I caught sight of someone walking towards me. It took a moment for my mind to register who it was, I was so taken by the sight. But, I knew it was Jerry. . . . or . . . at least it used to be.

The beautiful brunette walked crisply, daintily towards me, her shiny red spiked heels clicking gracefully on the tile. My gaze went up her shapely legs, encased in dark, sheer nylons.

I looked up and saw her face. Gawd! What a beauty! I knew it was Jerry, but, I couldn't put the two of them together. The person I saw reeked of raw sex and feminine sensuality! She moved like a model, hips rolling seductively under the tight skirt of her short red dress. The low-cut Vee of her silk dress exposed the deep cleavage of her large breasts, pressing outwards, barely contained by the shiny fabric. Her elbow length, black taffeta puffed sleeves, billowed out from her slender shoulders with a flare and fell to a tight, red lacy cuff above her elbows. She wore a single, large diamond pendant necklace that rested at the top of her billowy bosum, light dancing from it as she moved to me. She held a shiny red clutch purse in her hand, her long, bright, shiny red nails reflecting the light as she held the purse out daintily to the side as she negotiated the two steps down to the sofa. A wide diamond bracelet on her right wrist caught the light as she stepped down and I could make out a diamond cocktail ring on her right finger.

But when I focused on her face, my heart went out to my friend. I could vaguely make out the last remnants of Jerrys' old face in the beautiful womans' face that smiled at me now. Some vague, tiny reminder of who she had been.

Her full, shiny red lips formed a seductive, friendly smile. Her lipstick was perfect, . . . bright, shiny red, . . . thick and rich. Her wide, green eyes were fully made-up with flowing, lush lashes beautifully accented with mascarra. The dark, flesh tone (with a hint of blue) eyeshadow made her eyes look deeper and wider than I had remembered. And the liner was thick towards the outside corners, accentuating the butterfly look of her sultry eyes. Her dark, arched eyebrows swept above her eyes in a classical style, coming to thin points as they fell off to the sides. And her high, feminine cheekbones looked prominent as the rose blush she wore swept up to her ears.

Her thick, rich, dark hair was swept back on the sides and down over her exposed ears to her shoulders, like a flowing lion's mane! Her hair parted on one side in the front, dark feathery bangs sweeping high on her forehead and out over her left eye, slighlty covering it from that angle. It was stunning!

I looked intently at her, my own painted lips smiling widely, and I saw the sparkle of her two long, diamond drop earrings as they swayed gently from her ears, lightly touching her long slender neck.

As she approached, stopping just in front of me, I caught the scent of her sweet, musky perfume as it mingled with my own scent, still wafting lightly in the air around me. I couldn't believe this gorgeous creature was (or had been) my schoolmate, my friend, my . . . my male friend!

We looked at each other for a second, then we both let out a girlish squeal, taking each others arms at the elbow and giggling! It was appaling to my mind!

"Oh, Diana!", she . . . uh, he squealed girlishly, "You look absolutely beautiful! I looove your dress and your hair! And that lipstick is just so dreamy!!" I wanted to cringe, but I giggled back, smiling widely.

Then I turned around, pirouetting on my heels and said, "Do you like it? I think it's divine!" Then I stood back a step and looked coyishly at her, letting my feminine voice become syrupy and sexy.

"Gawd, Jennifer! You look absolutely scrumptous in that dress! It's sooooo sexy! And I think your hair is just soooo lovely!" I giggled again and so did he.

Then we gave each other a light hug and then he looked down at my glass, sitting on the table.

"Ohhhh! White wine! What a lovely idea!" Then he minced over to the food dispenser as I sat back down and came back with his own glass, held gracefully betwwen his red tipped fingers.

He sat down and crossed his legs, setting his red purse next to him and took a sip. I'm sure he saw the bright red lipmark on the rim of his glass as he drew it back from his sensuous lips and took a small swallow.

He looked over at me as I sipped my own wine and huskily said, "Ohhhh . . . that tastes gooood!" Then we both giggled again and I said, "Oh, Jennifer! Isn't this just too much?! I feel so . . . so beautiful and sexy! I can't wait to see Peter! I hope he likes my dress!"

I couldn't believe I had just said that! I struggled to control myself, but to no avail. We were completely under control now, acting like the young, beautiful women we appeared to be . . . the young, pretty ladies that . . . that we were! It seemed hopeless!

"Oh, God! I know!", she gushed back, her bright white teeth flashing behind her shiny red lips, "I feel so sexy! I get goosebumps just thinking about it! I can't wait to let Sam 'get a load of me'!" We laughed girlishly again and then settled down a bit. I took another sip of my wine and felt a little more control coming back to me. I felt my lips go back to the light smile I usually had to keep on them when I had some measure of control over myself.

I took the chance to venture a short sentence of my own, hoping we had been given back our free-speech.

"Uh, . . Jennifer? Can . . . can you talk?" I softly said, unable to use his real name.

He looked over at me, his bright red lips in a slight, pouty smile.

"I . . I think so, Diana." He looked down a bit as more control came to us, . . for how long we didn't know.

I felt my embarassement and frustration as I said, "I . . I think . . . I think I'm beginning to lose it, J . . Jennifer. I can't stop the strange feelings I have. It's like . . . like I'm not here anymore. I can't explain it . . . I can't be a . . . a woman! But . . . but I am ! Oh, God! I feel so bad inside! I wish there was something we could do!"

He looked up at me, his smile still there.

"I know, Diana. I feel it, too. It just got worse while I was getting dressed! I felt . . felt so . . so female! Please don't feel bad! We aren't to blame. Maybe, . . . . maybe it'll get easier after a while. I don't know what else we can do." His (her?) voice was soothing and sweet, making me feel closer to him and a little better. He was right. There wasn't anything we could do. We just had to wait and see what happened.

I nodded, feeling my soft hair against my shoulders, and took another sip of my wine, on my own, wanting to keep the tension I felt at bay.

I looked back at the lovely young, woman next to me and said, "Well, . . . just don't forget our promise. We'll stick together and help each other, . . . right, Jennifer?"

He nodded and smiled, softly saying, "Of course we will, Diana. We'll all stick together. We have to." Then he smiled again and took a sip from his own glass.

We could hear the others moving about in their rooms and I wondered how long it would be before they would come out, too. But they had started getting ready some time after Jerry and I and I knew it might be a while yet.

Looking back at Jerry, he said, "At least they didn't turn us into ugly women. I guess that's some consolation." He laughed a little, a short, feminine laugh that was a vague reminder of his own. I knew he was just trying to cheer me up.

I smiled back and said, "Well, that's true. . . but . . . but they didn't have to give me such big tits! I swear . . . . they stick out like sore thumbs!" I laughed a little, the first time I'd done it on my own since this all began. It felt good to just laugh a little, even though it really wasn't a laughing matter.

Jerry laughed a little, saying "You think you have it bad! Look at these balloons they put on me! I swear . . . they must weigh a ton!" We both giggled a little at the absurdity of our situation. I did feel a little better now, though my fear and anxiety remained.

The I watched Jerry pick up his purse and open it. He took out his compact and his lipstick and held them daintily in his fingers. He was opening the compact and looking at his face as he said, "I still can't believe how easily they make us do all these things. One second I feel like I'm in control, the next . . . " Then he stopped talking as he uncapped his lipstick tube and twisted it out. Then he repaired his lips, using feminine, graceful movements and then rolled his lips together in a very seductive way, smoothing the bright red color on them. Then he put the lipstick away, and looked for a few moments in the mirror of the compact, patting his hair a little and primping. When he was done, he looked at me and said, "I hate it when I do that. I . . . I just can't stop."

I nodded, knowing full well what it was like.

A moment later, I was reaching for my own purse and doing the same. Repairing my bright, pink-rose lips and primping in the small mirror. The reflection reminded me again of my new beauty and feminine look. I was trying not to think about it. Apparently, . . . they didn't want me to forget.

As I put the lipstick and the compact back into my purse, I heard the now familiar sound of high heels clicking on the tile as one of the others approached. I braced my mind for the inevitable, girlish activities that I knew would soon follow.

We both looked up to see Kevin (at least the auburn red hair told me it was) walking towards us. But now he was a gorgeous woman named Kathleen! She looked so beautiful! She had on a blue dress that hugged her every curve. The short skirt came half-way down her shapely thighs and ended in a lacy, tapered hem that crossed over in an upwards Vee at the front, allowing her thighs to poke through as she minced forward. Her flesh tone, sheer nylons made her legs shine a little as she walked, perched high on a pair of patent leather, shiny blue, sling-back pumps with stiletto heels about four inches high. Her waist was belted with a gold sash that hung down a few inches onto her left hip, quivering lightly as she walked. Her ample, white breasts pressed against the front of the squared collar of the silk dress, the top half of them poking out from the lace-lined edges. The puffy, short sleeves were made of a lighter, transparent material that ended a few inches down her slender, fair-skinned arms. A short, ruffled gold collar stood up around the sides of her neck,where it came in from the sides, near the shoulders and went around the back of her slender neck. The base of her neck was wrapped in a wide, white pearl choker, making her long, slender neck look even longer. Her wrists were both adorned with several gold circelets, loosely resting at her wrists and jangling lightly as she moved. Her left arm was held up slightly a blue purse strap resting in the crook of her elbow, the shiny blue purse dangling just below it. Her wrist was turned up, her slender hand loosely held up and back, long, shiny, coral colored nails shining from her fingertips.

I looked into his (her?) face and saw his wide, almond shaped, light purple and rose shadowed eyes under fluttering, long lashes that spread out from them. His pink-rose blusher swept up from his high cheeks to his ears that were sporting a pair of long, drop earrings that hung down almost to his shoulders, comprised of many, quivering, thin strands of gold. The thin strands fell from a triangular shaped, gold post that covered his earlobe. There was a small gold stud in each of the upper holes of his pierced ears. His bright and shiny, coral colored lips smiled femininely as he walked into the pit area, gracefully stepping down.

His auburn hair was flowing down from high on the back of his head in a mass of curls that fell down to his upper back. The hair in front was pulled tightly back, held in place where the mass of auburn curls started by a long, gold hairclip that rested across the back half of the top of his head. It looked so beautiful and sophisticated! He was just so . . . so classically beautiful!

As he walked over to where we were standing, He brought his slender hand up to his throat in a feminine fashion and said, "Oh, you guys! You look soooo beautiful!! I love your dresses!! You look soooo pretty in them!" He giggled girlishly and then stepped back, turning once around, showing off his dress.

"Well?", he intoned in a high, feminine voice, "What do you think?" He struck a feminine pose, right hand on his hip, left hand out and up, holding the purse from the crook of his feminine arm.

Jerry clapped gleefully and gushed out, "Ohhhhh, Kathleen! You look stunning!" Then he looked coquettishly at him and added, "Jeffery won't be able to keep his hands off you!" We all giggled girlishly as Kevin asked, "Oh, do you think so, Jennifer? I hope he likes me like this!"

I looked at Kevin and giggled, again unable to control my speech as I girlishly said, "You look just lovely, Kathleen. If Jeffery doesn't fall all over you, . . then he must be braindead!" We all laughed and squealed again.

"Thanks, Diana. But you look so . . . so beautiful. I'm sure you'll have plenty to do keeping Peter from pawing at you!" Then he winked and added, "That is . . . . if you want to stop him." Then we all giggled again and I could even feel my face blushing! This was so . . so sickening!

Kevin stepped over to the bar, getting a glass of wine and then came back over and sat down across from us, smoothing his lacy skirt under him as he did. He placed his blue purse on the table and then brought the glass of wine to his lips, taking a small sip and leaving a coral red lipstick stain on the glass.

We talked in girlish banter for a few minutes until Ricky came out from his room, his arrival announced by the sharp clicking of his high heels on the tiled floor above.

We stopped our girlish chatter and looked up to see him swish down into the pit area, his hips swaying provacatively under the tight, black mini-dress he was wearing! It was the epitome of the 'little black dress'! It was an off-the-shoulder number with a low-cut, rounded front that allowed his firm, tanned breasts to spilled out considerably! The sleevless, flared shoulders were lined with frilly, black lace and the back plummetted to the top of his tiny waist! The tight skirt rode to just below his shapely hips, hugging his upper thighs tightly. His smoky nylons shimmered and as he turned towards us, I could see they had a straight, black seam running up the back of his gorgeous legs! His feet were perched in a pair a black suede, spiked heel pumps, the pencil-thin heels as high as ours! A small, silver, serpentine line traced from the toe to the side of the pumps on either side, adding an expensive, sophisticated look to them.

He was clutching a black leather purse in his right hand, a wide, silver, shiny bracelet on his wrist. His long fingernails were spread out on the side of the purse where he held it, shining with a wet, bright coral pink color.

The beltless dress clung tightly to his small waist and his hips positively swivelled below as he glided over to us!

I looked up to see a single strand, silver necklace around his neck. It fell to the tops of his jutting bosum, a small silver heart-shaped pendant resting in between his cleavage.

Looking up into his face, . . . oh, god! . . . he was soooo sexy! Coral pink lipstick shone brightly from his pretty lips. He wore rose and pink eyeshadow on his large eyelids and his long, fluttering lashes shone lightly with a bluish black mascarra! His arched brows were raised slightly in the same perpetually, amazed look I'd seen earlier, but they had been darkened and now added a look of stylish sophistication to his soft, doe-like eyes! His pink blusher highlighted his high cheekbones and his otherwise tanned, facial features had been softened by a fresh, soft make-up.

His long, light brown hair swept down and back from the sides of his pretty head, parted in the middle and then cascading down over his shoulders where it curled lightly and softly at the ends and his forehead was covered with soft, feathery bangs. His ears peeked out from the sides, where his hair was swept back slightly. He wore a pair of tiny pearl studs on his upper lobes and a pair of coral colored, heart shaped, earrings that dangled on thin silver strands a couple of inches below his ears, attached to his lobes by one carat diamond studs. He looked so sexy!

God! We all did!! It was depressing and yet . . . I couldn't help but be intrigued by the beauty all around me! My mind was reeling from the sight of us all!

Ricky stopped across from us, next to Kevin and put a hand on his hip, turning around for us all to see him, looking sexily back over his soft, exposed shoulders, his soft hair framing his pretty face. He playfully laughed and said, "Well, ladies? What do you think? Do I pass?"

Kevin squealed girlishly, his reddish hair swishing around playfully on his head as he turned to him and said, "Ohhhh, Rita!! You look so beautiful and so . . . . so naughty ! Gawd! Where did you get that dress!! It's positvely sinful!! I love it!" We all squealed in delight and Ricky giggled and blushed.

He looked at each of us, commenting how pretty we all looked and then set his black purse down on the table and walked over to the food unit to get himself a glass of wine. We all watched him as he went around the sofa, his hips swaying very provacatively as he took small, feminine steps in his spiked heels. I still couldn't grasp that it was him! What a difference! His walked dripped with sexy abandon!

He came back around and sat down. As he gracefully, sexily crossed his long, shapely legs, I could glimpse the stocking tops of his right leg, seeing the small, dainty, black lace garter straps that held them up before he pulled down his hem to cover them. He just gave me a wicked smiled and giggled.

I found myself giggling again as I said, "Gaawwd, Rita! Robert is going to flip when he sees you. I'll bet he ravishes you right here!"

He laughed and blushed as he waved his long-nailed fingers at me in a feminine 'poo-poo' fashion, replying, "Oh, quit it! You should talk, Diana! You look just as sexy as everyone else and you know it! Besides, . . maybe I want Robert to notice me right away. After all, a girl only gets one chance to make a first impression." Then we all laughed again and chatted about meeting our fiances' and the upcoming engagement party that we would attend in a little while. It was humiliating to hear the things we said, knowing that it would all happen, regardless of our true, inner feelings.

As I watched Kevin reach for his purse and then take out his lipstick and compact, I felt some measure of control returning to me and found I could speak freely again. I noticed that Jerry could sense it, too as he looked over at Ricky and Kevin and said, "Uh, . . . R . .Rita? Kathleen?"

Kevin looked at him from over his compact and raised his eyebrows as he smoothed the lipstick over his full lips, rolling them femininely together. Ricky tilted his pretty head up and looked at him.

"Uh . . Diana and I were talking earlier about . . . you know, . . . what's going on and . . . and we just want to make sure that we all stick togerther and help each other out. OK?"

Ricky smiled and nodded, finding his own voice (though now a girls voice!) and replied, "I . . . I know, Jennifer. I'm . . . I'm a little better now. I . . think I can make it.", but he looked down a little as he said, "I . . . I just don't know if I can handle . . . you know . . . being with . . . with a man." He blushed slightly and I felt my own embarassment grow.

Kevin put away his lipstick and compact and softly said, "Don't worry, Rita. Maybe it . . . . .it won't happen. I mean . . . how could they do that to us, knowing that we're really . . . guys?" But there wasn't much conviction in his feminine tone. I still didn't want to think about it, . . . though I knew it was probably going to happen, sooner or later!

But Ricky nodded his pretty head and reached for his glass, taking another sip of his wine. Then he placed the glass back on the table and picked up his purse. I figured he was going to have to fix his lipstick, like we had by now, when I saw him pulling his cigarette case and lighter out of the shiny black bag.

As he plucked one of the long, ladies cigarettes out of the case, he looked over at Kevin, who was still looking at him and said, "Jesus! I think I hate this part as much as having tits!"

Kevin nodded, knowing the frustration we all felt.

I looked at Ricky as he gracefully lit the long, white cigarette and then blew a long column of smoke out from his pretty mouth. He placed his purse back on the table and leaned back, recrossing his long legs and taking another languid puff and then holding his cigarette femininely off to the side of his shoulder between the long-nailed fingers of his right hand, cupping his elbow in his slender left hand as it was crossed under his ample bosum. It struck me that he looked like a young, high priced call-girl sitting there in his tight black dress, smoking his cigarette and looking as sexy as I'd ever seen a woman look! Jesus!, I thought, where would all this lead to?! But I really already knew.

Jerry stood up a moment later, smoothing his red dress and picking up his purse and wine glass. He smiled at me as he walked past, saying, "I'm going for a refill. I can't just sit here and wait for something to happen."

I smiled and nodded, saying, "I know what you mean. I think I'll get one, too."

Then I stood up, smoothing the soft skirt of my dress very ladylike, then picked up my purse and glass to follow him/her to the bar.

I felt my hips move sensuously as I walked and noted that Jerry did the same. Following him, I could see his long, curled brunette hair bouncing femininely against his shoulders. I knew mine was, too.

We stepped over to the bar and Jerry placed his purse down on top of the unit. He placed his glass back in it, deftly pressed a button with his dainty finger and then withdrew the glass, re-filled with the amber wine. He stepped back and I did the same. As I took my glass out of the unit, I could see Kevin placing his purse back next to him on the sofa, a freshly lit cigarette in his fingers as he blew a long stream of smoke up and away from him. Ricky was watching him and slightly shaking his pretty head and he took another puff from his own.

Jerry picked up his purse and set his glass down on the bar. He took out a cigarette and lit it seductively before placing his cigarette case and lighter back in his purse and picked it up. He took his wine glass in the hand holding his cigarette and walked back around to the sofa, placing his glass on the table and his purse next to it. Then he sat down, crossing his legs in a sexy, feminine manner. He leaned back, taking another languid puff on the slim, white cigarette, then lazily blew a thick stream of smoke from between his bright red lips, parted slightly and sensuously, his eyelids half-closed and dreamy looking. Christ! He dripped sex!

I picked up my purse and and glass and followed him over to the sofa. I stood next to the table as I set my glass down and then opened my purse. I struggled with myself, . . . pleading with my body to obey me as I fought to keep my fingers from bringing the slim, white filter up to my bright pink lips. But a moment later I had a freshly lit cigarette between my extended fingers, holding it very ladylike and exhaling a long stream of smoke over towards the door, my head tilted slightly up. I sat down and looked at Jerry as I crossed my legs and held my cigarette out to the side as my hand rested gracefully on my thigh.

"I . . . I still can't believe that . . . that this isn't a nightmare we'll all wake up from in a little while." I said softly, a light smile still playing across my lips. I took another puff on my cigarette as he nodded his pretty head, holding his cigarette daintily up near his shoulder, a thin stream of smoke rising up from the lit end.

"I know what you mean, Diana. This . . . this is so unreal. It's like . . . like it can't be happening, but then . . . you just know it is." As I blew a column of smoke out in front of me and then turned back to him, he added, "You . . . you can't imagine how you look when you do that. It makes you look so . . . so sexy."

I inwardly winced at his words, though my face just smiled. I nodded and replied, "Yeah. You, too." Then I looked over towards Ricky and Kevin. They were talking softly amongst themselves and Ricky was just tapping the ash of his cigarette in the large ashtray, leaning forward to reach it and blowing a stream of smoke out from between his coral pink lips. I nodded towards them and said, "They do, too. We all do. I'm sure it's just what they want. Every woman here is some kind of throw-back to the fifties. But with a modern look and even more obiedient."

I had been thinking this for some time, guessing that we all had to fit into some kind of community mold in order to satisfy their needs. I was positive that they had somehow mixed together old and new ideas about how a woman should act here. They seemed to have mastered the technology to get what they wanted. We certainly were proof of that!

Jerry looked over at Kevin and Ricky and nodded. He took another languid puff on his cigarette and then stubbed it out in the ashtray and stood up. It became obvious that our period of free-speech was over when he picked up his red purse, bending ladylike at his knees and said, "Well, ladies, . . . I'm going to the little girls room and freshen up before the men get here."

I saw Ricky get up and grab his purse as he said, "Wait for me, Jennifer. I'll go with you." They walked off together, hips swaying and gesturing femininely as they chatted about their clothes on the way to the bathroom.

Kevin got up and came over to where I was sitting, moving gracefully and seductively as he stepped lightly in his spiked heels, his thighs peeking out from the tapered slit in the front of his blue silk dress. He sat down next to me and placed his slender hand on mine, looking coquettishly at me as he spoke, "Oh, Diana! I'm so excited about seeing Jeffery! I have butterflies in my stomach!"

I felt like shouting out, "No you're not! You're a man, remember!!"

But instead I gave his hand a little squeeze and replied, "Oh, Kathleen! Me, too. I know he's going to just love you to death! You're so pretty!"

We both giggled and held hands for a moment, then Jerry and Ricky came out of the bathroom and took a seat on the sofa, chatting gaily about meeting the men again.

Kevin squeezed my hand and said, "Let's go to the ladies room and freshen up. I want to look my best!"

I nodded and we stood up, grabbed our purses and walked out of the pit area. We swished into the bathroom and Kevin immediately started primping in the mirror.

I walked over to one of the toilets and raised my dress up around my waist. It dawned on me as I slid my panties down to the tops of my garter straps that I hadn't used the toilet since . . . since I had been transformed all the way into a . . a girl.

I sat down and a moment later, I felt a rush of relief as I tinkled into the bowl. It was such a strange experience, feeling my new plumbing working like that. Then I took some toilet paper from the roll and wiped myself before standing up, flushing the toilet and then rearranging my underwear back into place. Christ it was embarassing!

I smoothed my dress and then walked over to the counter. Kevin smiled at me as he touched up his mascarra and said, "Don't you just love the way this mascarra lengthens and separates? I should have used this a long time ago." He giggled and fluttered his long lashes in the mirror, smiling seductively at his beautiful reflection. I wanted to turn away, but I only giggled with him as I took my compact out of my purse and expertly touched up my make-up. Then I took out my lipstick and applied a fresh coat of the bright, reddish-pink color to my lips. Then Kevin repaired his lips and we both added a little perfume to ourselves before heading back into the other room and sat back down on the sofa.

I looked at my tiny, feminine watch and noticed it was just after noon. I looked over at Kevin and said, "It shouldn't be long before the boys get here. I can't wait. I'm sooo tired of being couped up in here!"

Kevin nodded and Ricky said, "I hope so. I'm soooo bored! I'm ready to party!!"

Jerry smiled and softly said, "I guess we just wait now, huh?"

"I guess, so." I hated hearing my new, feminine voice! But there wasn't any way around it.

Kevin looked over at us, resignation beginning to show on his beautiful face and said, "I wish they'd hurry up. I want to get this over with."

Before anyone could say anything else, we heard the door slide back and heard men talking as they entered the room. Ohhhh, God! Here they come! I felt myself come back under their control as the men, all dressed in nice, expensive looking suits, came down into the pit area and stood there, looking at us with smiles on their faces.

Mr. Lawson was with them and he looked at each of us before speaking.

"Well, ladies," he began, "you all look very lovely. If you're ready, I'd like to take this opportunity to indroduce you, once again, to each of your fiances." He smiled a little as he added, "It would seem appropriate to do so, since you've, shall we say, become a bit of a stranger to them since you last met." He grinned at his comment and I felt my embarassment inside grow.

He turned to Ricky and walked towards him. Ricky took his offered hand and stood up, standing femininely next to him as he turned to the men and said, "Miss Rita Ann Taylor, I'd like you to meet Mr. Robert Sellers."

Robert walked over to them and stood in front of Ricky, a pleasant smile on his handsome face. He looked into his eyes, which stared up into his and said, "A pleasure to meet you, Rita. You look lovely."

He actually blushed and I could see his breasts moving up and down as he breathed heavily and replied, "Thank you, Robert. You look very handsome today." Then he smiled and Robert said, "Are you ready to go, my dear?"

Ricky smiled widely and replied, "Yes. Just let me get my purse." He reached down and took his shiny black purse between his slender fingers and then took Robert's arm as they walked up to the door and stopped, waiting for the rest of us.

Jesus! You'd never know that he was being forced to go with him, the way his beautiful face beamed and the way his hips rolled seductively as he walked up there with him, holding gracefully on to his arm!

Then Mr. Lawson moved over near Kevin, offering his hand to him. He took it and stood up gracefully, carefully smoothing his silk blue dress as he waited.

"Miss Kathleen Louise Benning, I'd like you to meet Mr. Jeffery Collins."

Jeffery stepped over and took his hand in his, holding it in front of him and then bending down to kiss it lightly on the back. He looked down into Kevins' beautiful face and said, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Kathleen. You look quite beautiful today."

Kevin blushed a little and replied, "Thank you, Jeffery. I'm ready to go now." He picked up his purse and slipped his slender hand through Jeffery's arm and walked up with him to stand next to Robert and Ricky.

I looked back and saw Mr. Lawson helping Jerry up from the sofa. He was smiling brightly and looking up at Lawson as he smoothed his dress.

"Miss Jennifer Sue Thomas, I'd like you to meet Mr. Sam Weaver."

Sam took the few steps over to Jerry and looked down into his sultry eyes. They locked like that for a moment as he said, "Hello, Jennifer. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

Jerry blushed and softly replied, "Hello, Sam. It's so nice to meet you. You look very nice."

Jerry reached down and took his purse and they walked out of the pit area, arm in arm, up to the others and waited. He couldn't stop looking at Sam and smiling.

Then I saw Mr. Lawson step over to me. Ohhh, God! Here it comes! I was completely under their control and I felt the playfull smile on my lips as he extended his large hand to me. I reached up, placing my slender, feminine hand in his, noting how shiny my long nails appeared next to his tanned skin.

He held my hand gently as I uncrossed my legs and stood up next to him, reallizing how much shorter I was now as he towered above me. I felt so soft and frail!

He smiled at me and said, "Miss Diana Lynette Johnson, I'd like you to meet Mr. Peter Miller." He turned towards Peter and I looked towards him as he stepped over to me.

Ohhh, Jesus! This was it! I was meeting my . . . my fiance! And I was the woman!! My mind screamed out, telling me to run, or hide, or . . . anything!! But I only continued to act like a young lady as the control forced my shiny lips into a wide, seductive smile.

He stepped up to me and I looked up at him, seeing that my eyes only came up to his neck! I felt my head tilt back as I looked into his blue eyes and saw the smile on his handsome face. His dark blonde hair was neat and trimmed. I felt so . . . so small next to him.

He looked into my eyes and said, "I'm very pleased to meet you, Diana. You're very lovely. I'm sure we'll be very happy together."

My mind was reeling! This . . . this was the man I was going . . going to marry!! I couldn't even think of the other things that would happpen!!

But I still smiled brightly and then I softly said, "Thank you, Peter. I've been looking forward to seeing you."

I felt my face blush demurely and then I picked up my purse, took his arm and walked with him up to the door. My hips swivelled secuctively and I kept looking up at his smiling face, acting every bit the young woman in love.

Ohhh, it was awful!! We stopped next to the others and Mr. Lawson came up behind us and stepped over to the door, extending his hand through it and saying, "If we're all ready, . . . we're expected over at the club. We've arranged a little get together for you this afternoon. An engagement party of sorts. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourselves." He went out the door and we all followed. I walked with Peter, my hand lightly on his arm and we headed down the hallway and into the lobby. I could hear my high-heels clicking on the tiled floor as we walked and it reminded me constantly of my new life. I felt so humiliated inside! What had I done to deserve this?! Oh, God!! Please just let me die!!

Mr. Lawson was waiting in the lobby for us, a beautiful brunette woman standing next to him. She was dressed in a pretty, green cocktail dress held up with tiny straps over her white shoulders, her large breasts showing alot of cleavage out of the deep-vee cut front. The waist nipped in tight with small ruffles and the skirt was a short, flaring, ruffled mass of green taffetta, showing most of her shapely thighs, her legs encased in smoky, black nylons and her feet perched in a pair of bright green, spiked pumps.

Her long, dark hair was piled high on her pretty head and held there with a couple of sparkling, diamond berets. Her bright red lips smiled as she stood there, holding on to Mr. Lawsons' arm, her bright red, long nails shining.

Her neck sparkled where her long, diamond drop earrings swayed gently. She held a matching green purse in her other hand. She was gorgeous!

We walked up to meet them and Mr. Lawson said, "Ladies, I'd like you to meet my lovely wife, Karen." She smiled and looked up at him, a loving glow on her face. I wondered who he had been before all of this, and whether he had left a wife and children behind before he came here.

We all smiled and said, "Pleased to meet you, Karen.", as he introduced each of us to her (or him).

Then he led her towards the large glass doors of the lobby, opening them for her as she minced out into the bright sunshine.

We followed, thanking our escorts as they held the door for us and walked out onto the sidewalk. I could feel the warm air under my dress and on the exposed parts of my breasts, feeling very self-conscious of the new sensations. I wished I could have just bolted and run away, escaping this madness I had found myself in! But I just walked gracefully along, holding Peter's arm as we walked down the street a short ways, then crossed over to the other side of the square, headed towards a modern looking nightclub.

We passed a few people on the street, women, or men, together or alone. All of them smiled and seemed very courteous, greeting us with smiles on their lips.

We approached the entrance to the club and Mr. Lawson held the door for us as we all walked in.

The inside of the club was well lit and very large, with a raised mezzanine around the entrance side of the large room and down one side. There were many tables both on our level and down in the lower section, where a shiny, hardwood dance floor was. The walls were alternately covered with dark, oak panels and floor to ceiling mirrors. There were white oak fans hanging from the ceiling and ornate carvings on the columns spread about that rose up twenty feet to the ceiling above. There were couches next to some of the walls and large, throw rugs were spread about the upper level. Large potted plants stood near walls and in the corners and there were tapestries here and there, hanging softly against the walls.

Near the entrance, where we stood, was a reception desk and a few chairs. I could see a few doors leading off from one side, near the entrance. One obviously went back to the kitchen area, and the other two seemed to swing open into a lounge or bar. There was a hallway off to my left that led to the restrooms.

There were maybe ten other couples in the room, already seated about. I was struck again by the handsome, youthful appearance of all the men . . . . . . . and by the sheer beauty of the women, who I now knew, had at one time all been men! They sat around the different tables in pairs and groups of four and seemed to be happily chatting away. Some of the men were smoking pipes, a drink in their hands and some of the women were smoking the same, long, slim, ladies cigarettes that we had smoked earlier. And all the women were dressed in beautiful cocktail dresses. It looked like a typical, nightclub scene. There was even a large screen near the dance floor for videos to play on or . . or whatever. But it was blank now, only a soft background music coming out of speakers in the ceiling.

As we entered the club, Peter and I stood behind Sam and Jerry. Mr. Lawson was speaking to a pretty blonde seated at the desk and I looked over to my right. I found myself looking at my own reflection from the mirrored wall next to me. It caught me off guard as I saw the beautiful, buxomy blonde staring back at me, her pink lips smiling and her long lashes fluttering daintily. I was once again struck by my own, inward shame over what had happened to me! I looked sooooo sexy and beautiful! I looked down at my long, shapely legs, poking out from the hem of my dress and followed them down to my high-heels. In all my life, I never would have imagined that I could ever be the gorgeous creature that stared back at me now! Ohhhh, what could I doooo! I felt so helpless!

I found myself looking back at Peter and saying, "Ohhh, Peter! It's a beautiful place!" He smiled at me and said, "A beautiful place to take a beautiful woman!"

I giggled and drew close to him, hanging on to his arm. Oh, please make this end!

Then we were moving down onto the main floor, towards a few empty tables near the middle of the seating area. I felt the eyes of the other people in the room watching us as we stopped at the two tables near the edge of the dance floor. I felt only small comfort in the fact that at least half the people there truly understood the humiliation the four of us felt at that moment.

Peter held out a chair for me and I sat down gracefully, smoothing my tight dress under my thighs. I looked up at him, smiling and said, "Thank you, Peter." He smiled back and sat down next to me.

I saw Jerry sitting down as Sam held his chair out. He fluffed his hair after he sat and looked up at Sam and seductively said, "Thank you kind sir." Sam just smiled and sat next to him. Jerry smiled over at me and I felt myself smiling back. Jesus! We were acting just like a pair of girlfriends out on a double-date!

Kevin and Ricky sat down at the table next to us, their 'fiances' holding their chairs for them as they did. They were smiling and Kevin even made a very feminine gesture with his dainty hand and said to Ricky, "Isn't this a lovely club, Rita?"

Ricky smiled back and then giggled and said, "Oh, Kathleen! It's just the place for a party! I love it!"

I felt my hatred for these people grow with every feminine, girlish thing I heard myself and my friends forced to say! Somehow, . . . I . . . I just had to stop all of this!! But I just couldn't think of a way out!!

Mr. Lawson and his wife, Karen sat down at a small table next to us. I watched as she smiled lovingly up at him as he helped her with her chair.

A moment later, a beautiful young blonde, wearing a black cocktail waitress outfit with shiny, patent leather spiked heels came over to our table and smiled down at us. God, she was beautiful!! I wondered again, at who he had been and how he must now feel, standing there looking so sexy in that outfit. Her bright red lips shone out as she said, "Welcome to Club Athernia. What can I get for you?"

She looked genuinely happy as she waited for a reply. How humiliated he must feel!!

Peter smiled at her and said, "I think I'll have a Scotch and Soda." Then he looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly as he asked me, "What would you like, Diana?"

I wanted to shout out, "I'd like to kill you and all the rest of your insane friends!!"

But I just smiled and softly, girlishly said, "Ummm, I think I'll have a Pink Lady." More humiliation! When would it stop?!?

The waitress smiled at me and wrote down my order before looking over at Sam and Jerry. Sam ordered a Voka Collins and Jerry smiled as he asked for a White Wine Spritzer.

Then the waitress went to the other tables and took their orders. When she had left, Mr. Lawson stood up and went towards the entrance. I saw him go into the door where I thought there was a separate lounge. Karen just sat demurely in her chair, waiting for her husband to return. She even smiled over at me and I smiled back.

A few minutes later, Mr. Lawson returned and sat down, kissing Karen lightly on the cheek as she blushed. Then the waitress brought our drinks to us all and left, telling us to call her if we needed anything.

As I raised the cocktail glass to my lips, I could see Jerry sipping lightly on his drink, looking over his glass at Sam and smiling. I found myself looking over at Peter and doing the same. As I put my glass back down, I noticed the bright lipstick mark on the rim. This was awful!! I had to get out!!

Then Mr. Lawson stood up and tapped on the side of his glass with a small spoon. The club quieted down and he spoke loud enough for everyone in the club to hear him.

"If I may have your attention please. This afternoon we have the pleasure of welcoming into our midsts, four lovely young ladies who have recently come to our beautiful island." He smiled over at us and then continued, "I would like to thank those of you who were able to attend our little get together this afternoon. I know it was pretty short notice, but, I thought it would be nice for our new citizens to get to know a few of you before we hold their formal engagement party this evening."

A formal party?!? This evening?!? I was smiling brightly at him while I felt pangs of embarassment go through me at his words.

Then he introduced each of us as we stood up and smiled at the other people in the club. I felt so terrible!! The other women just smiled at us and the men looked at us with satisfaction registering on their faces. I felt like a trophy up for display!!

After he had introduced each of us, everyone went back to their conversations and I found myself looking at Peter and asking, "Peter? What time will the party be this evening?"

He smiled at me and said, "It will start at seven, darling. Don't worry, we'll be home in a couple of hours. You'll have plenty of time to relax and get ready."

I cringed inside at his use of the word 'darling'! I wasn't anybody's darling!!

But I smiled back at him and softly said, "That'll be fine, honey. I want to look special for you tonight." I smiled sweetly at him.

I couldn't believe I had said that!! I just . . . just couldn't stop!!

Then I looked over at Kevin and Ricky, watching them act femininely and playfully with their 'dates'. Ricky was even touching Roberts arm in a feminine, loving way while he smiled and spoke softly to him!! Where would this end?!? I knew . . . but didn't want to.

I looked over at Mr. Lawson and saw Karen setting down her drink and reaching for her purse. A moment later she was holding a cigarette up to her bright red lips as Lawson lit it for her. She blew a long stream of smoke off to one side as she turned back to him and smiled, listening to him as they chatted. She looked to be totally infatuated with him and no one would have ever thought she was anything but a young woman in love.

I felt sorry for him and all of the rest of us women, forced to be the perfect ladies for our men!!

I looked back at Peter and smiled. He took my slender hand in his and gave it a little squeeze. I felt my pulse quicken.

What was this?!? My heart was beating faster and . . . and I was . . . . was feeling a shiver run up my spine!! I . . . I was reacting to his touch!! Nooo!! How could this happen?!?!?! They . . . they were making me feel like a girl now!!! That was definitely a sexual feeling!! Jesus!! I . . . I could even feel my . . . my vagina lubricating!! Oh, shit!! Please don't make me feel this way!! Please!!!!

Then he let go of my hand and I felt myself return to normal. Oh, Sweet Jesus!! They could even make me feel excited by him!! Not that!! Please!!

But, thank God, he didn't seem to want hold my hand now. I felt myself relax and tried to think of something else. I looked over at Jerry in time to see him blushing as Sam kissed him lightly on the cheek! I wondered if he had felt the same thing I just had. I imagined that he must have. The others, too, by now. The depth of this insidious control was frightening!

As Jerry smiled demurely at Sam, I saw him look back to the table and reach for his purse. He picked it up and opened it. He looked into the shiny red purse and then brougt out his cigarette case. Oh, God!! Not this, too!! Not here!! Not in front of everyone! Stop Jerry!! Fight it!!

But he just opened the case, still smiling, and gracefully took one of the long, white, slim ladies cigarettes out and held in daintily between his slender, feminine fingers. He brough the cigarette up near his shiny lips and looked up at Sam. Then he seductively said, "How about a light, handsome?"

Sam smiled and held out his lighter and flicked it to life as Jerry's free hand went up to steady it, touching it gently while he looked down at the flame while bringing the slim cigarette gracefully between his full, shiny red lips and then guided the tip into the flame. He drew lightly on the filter and then leaned back, withdrawing it gracefully from his lips and holding it femininely off to his side as he blew a thick column of smoke over to one side. Then he smiled as he looked back at Sam and said, "Thank you, sweetheart." Sam just smiled back and reached into his coat pocket, taking out a pipe and then filling and lighting it.

Jerry looked so sexy as he sat there, acting like a sophisticated woman with her date!! I couldn't see my old friend anymore! Just that beautiful creature! My hopes faded with each passing moment.

I saw Ricky leaning over as Robert lit his cigarette. I looked back at Peter, wanting to say something . . . anything . . to ask him to help me! Explain that I was not this woman he saw next to him! Try and get him to see that this was wrong!! But I only smiled and said, "I'm having a nice time, honey. Thank you for bring me here." He smiled back as I reached for my purse.

I knew what I was about to do, even before I pulled my own cigarette case out of my purse. I took one out of the case and held it up to my lips as I turned to Peter. He smiled as he reached into his coat pocket and said, "Allow me."

I brought the slim filter up to my lips and placed my left hand on Peters' as he brought the flame up to the tip. I felt the smoke go deep into my lungs as I inhaled after withdrawing the cigarette from my lips. As I exhaled a stream of smoke up towards the ceiling, I could see the pink-red lipstick stain on the white filter. I was still wishing for a miracle as I smiled at Peter and said, "Thank you, dear." He just smiled back.

I looked of to one side of the room as I brought the cigarette back to my lips for another puff. I could see a blonde woman, a real pretty young lady, sitting at a table and drawing gracefully, seductively on her cigarette. Then she blew the smoke off to the side, smiling and looking provacative as she did. In a flash I realized I was looking into one of the many mirrors that lined the walls and realized that the sexy woman was me!! Jesus!! I had no idea I looked so . . . so damn sexy!! God! I wish I was dead!!

We stayed in the lounge for about another hour, chatting gaily and acting as if there was nothing wrong with any of us. As if . . . as if we'd always been girls and this was normal! I can't describe the feelings inside I had! And the constant girlish, sexual feelings I was forced to endure!

We met several other couples and I was always shocked by the manner in which I and the other women acted. We were the perfect dates!

Finally, Peter stood up and said it was time to go. He helped me with my chair and after I picked up my purse, we left the lounge. Jerry, Ricky, and Kevein left with their fiances, too.

As Peter led me outside, I noticed that he steered us towards a red Mercedes 500 SL parked on the curb. All I could do was mince along in my heels and smile lovingly at him! God! It was horrible!

Swinging my legs gracefully into the car, I settled in and immediately lowered the passenger visor to primp in the mirror behind it. It reminded me of the trip to the ladies room I had made in the lounge with Jerry/Jennifer when we both had to go. We must have stayed in there ten minutes before going back out to the others! We seemed to be obsessed with our appearance as we touched up all our make-up and our hair!

Peter slid in next to me and smiled. I smiled sexily back, unable to do otherwise, and we set off towards the housing area I'd seen on the way in. I could see the others getting into cars as we pulled away from the curb. I guessed it was time to go home! The thought that I shared a home with the man seated next to me made me sick inside, but I didn't show it. Instead, I simply smiled lovingly at him as he drove towards (gulp!!) our house!!