Hair Today, Gone - - - -
by: Prudence Walker

Looking at her extremely, feminine body, Josie still experienced shock at seeing the image before her in the mirror. It was absolutely nothing like her previous male torso. The sensations she felt while running her hands over her breasts still "knocked her for six". She had never experienced such exquisite pleasure before her recent changes.

She reminisced back to the fateful day when it all started. Sighing, she wondered if it couldn't have been avoided, had she admitted that as Joe, she had hair extensions woven into the thinning area on his head.

xxxxxx

Joe looked in the mirror and grimaced, 35 years old and he still had the body of a 25-year-old stud. ‘Still no signs of flab’ he thought, as he eyed himself critically.

If only his hair was in keeping with the rest of the youthful look. Unbeknownst to his current girlfriend, he’d secretly had some hair extensions woven in to hide the "male pattern" thinning at the back of his head. He was still fussing at it when Wendy stuck her head in the door and said.

"You finished admiring your hair yet? I need to use the bathroom."

He looked over at her and said, "Sorry, you know I worry about losing my hair. It’s all right for you, yours is so thick and lustrous. Sometimes, I wish mine looked just as beautiful."

"Honey, you know I’ll love you whether you have a head like a bowling ball or not." She said, knowing that in fact she had taken the first steps in what she thought would cure his problem.

Earlier that week she had seen an advertisement in the local rag about a new company opening up in Auckland. It had the unusual name of HuggleBugs, and their claims seemed to be absolutely mind numbing. The parent company in the States was expanding and had decided the first country outside the states to get a subsidiary would be New Zealand, as it seemed that this was where the early development work was pioneered.

Having made some inquiries, Wendy had found out that by using a DNA sample from just one hair, a spray could be developed that would give Joe a perfect body by giving him the most optimum characteristics available, from his genetic structure.

So, taking a hair from his pillow, Wendy had driven the 30km into Auckland to the address that she was given. She was surprised to see that instead of an imposing structure, it was a rather plain looking building in an older section of the city. There were several trucks’ busily unloading boxes of equipment at the entrance, and several delivery vehicles occupying the entire available customer parking. Parking across the street, she crossed the road and walked to the office where she was greeted by the president of the company herself.

"Welcome to HuggleBugs. My name is Prue and this is our latest acquisition for our expanding company." She said, ushering her away from the stream of people that was moving furniture around and dropping boxes of equipment in every available corner.

"Sorry about the chaos, but we are still setting up. Now if you come this way we can answer your questions," Prue led Wendy to a private office. The brass plaque indicated that it belonged to the president of the firm.

"Wow! You’re the president? You’re very young to be president of a company this big," Wendy said in awe. "I’m surprised to see you here in our backwater country instead of back in the States."

Prue gave Wendy a 10,000-watt smile and said, "I use the product, myself, and I’m here to make sure that everything is set up correctly. This place is where we did the very first experiments with nanites, so it was a sentimental return. Now what can we here at HuggleBugs, help you with?"

Wendy looked at the brunette wondering what it was about Prue that made her feel welcome, as she started to explain about Joe and his worries about his hair.

"Well, we can optimize all his genetic features just from a blood sample, but seeing as it’s to be a surprise, a hair sample will do just as well, just as long as it’s his. As you have specified the permanent type of nanite, you realize that there’s no going back afterwards," Prue said, making sure Wendy understood.

"I took this from his pillow and it’s definitely not mine as it’s dark brown, not blonde," Wendy giggled, giving Prue a sealed envelope.

"Yes, I know it’s permanent, I understood that, when I made my inquiries on the phone."

"Well, I’ll have it sent to the lab and you can pick up the spray tomorrow if you like," Prue said, picking up the phone and calling for chief chemist, Crystal.

Crystal proved to be a statuesque platinum blonde with a figure to die for. At Wendy’s look, Prue laughed, and said,

"No that’s not from our product, it’s all natural." Handing Crystal the envelope, she told her to get right on it and explained that she needed the product to produce the optimum best features available to the DNA sample. Wendy spoke up saying that the hair needed to be luxurious and thick similar to her own other than the colour of course.

Crystal took the envelope, and then asked Wendy for her name and address, writing it on the envelope and adding a note about the hair. She then promptly headed out to her little office with it.

After removing the hair with a pair of tweezers she placed it into a sample jar and transferred the name and address to the label. Then handing it to her assistant, she said,

"Connie, I’m rather busy here, can you handle this one? It’s a class three program."

"No problem at all," Connie replied, "I’ll get right on it."

The assistant was pleased at getting this task, usually Crystal was the one to program the nanites, but with the installation of extra equipment, she was rather busy elsewhere.

She put the hair though the battery of tests that by now had become a routine. Looking at the results, she referenced her chart that specified the best proportions of weight, height, chest, waist, and hips, for the ideal image. This was the best part where ‘she’ could put her stamp on the final result.

Measuring the parameters she had to work with from the DNA profile, she selected the best traits that gave the perfect look. She added a few extras that would put her personal touch to it, like the extra skin sensitivity and the slightly enhanced libido.

Reading the note about the hair, she decided to make it just past shoulder length with plenty of body. Ten minutes later, she had the program set up and running, then sat back and started daydreaming about the final look of the person that she’d just programmed the nanites to produce.

 

Wendy was on tenterhooks that night, thinking of the surprise she had in store for Joe and their lovemaking was especially tender.

The next day while Joe went to work at his small chain of exclusive fashion stores. Wendy went back to HuggleBugs where she asked to see either Prue or Crystal.

"I’m very sorry, but they were called away to the port authorities about a damaged container and won’t be back for hours. I’m sure I can help you instead," the woman replied.

"Well I dropped a DNA sample off yesterday and I was told to pick up the Hugglebug spray today," Wendy said.

After being asked her name the receptionist left and went back into the area where the finished products were stored. Wendy wondered why there seemed to be more beautiful females in this company than seemed normal.

"Here you are, one can of spray for Miss W. Chambers," said the girl, bringing out a package and handing it to Wendy. "If you’ll just sign the usually disclaimer form, you can be on your way."

Quickly glancing at the paperwork, noting the *we take no responsibility for misuse of the product...blah blah* and so on, Wendy signed and took the package.

Joe was a bit annoyed by the time he got home that evening as there had been a delayed shipment from one of his suppliers and he’d got caught up in Auckland’s rush hour traffic. Wendy mixed a Black Russian and handing him the drink, made a crack about that he’d deserved a Russian from all that rushing.

He grinned weakly at her joke and pulled her down on his knee as he sat in the armchair, kissing her lightly on her ear.

"Thanks sunshine, I don’t know what I’d do without you," he murmured in her ear.

Wendy turned her head, looking deeply into Joe’s eyes, studying his adoring look then smiling she said,

"Probably go to wrack and ruin," she said, laughing at his pained expression. Then she yelped as he started tickling her.

"Stop that or you’ll not get your surprise birthday present," she said laughed, squirming out of his embrace.

"Darn, I almost forgot it was tomorrow," said Joe, looking around the room. "Okay where is it?"

"Not so quick," as she danced away from his reach, "dinner first, then I’ll get it," she said smugly.

Helping her with the cleaning up, Joe took their cups of coffee into the lounge where he sat waiting for Wendy to produce her surprise.

Finally, Wendy entered wearing his favourite red teddy

"Wow! You look great, one thing’s for certain, with you in here I won’t need any sugar in my coffee," he kidded.

She took her hand from behind her back, giving him a cylindrical package.

"Here darling, all the answers to your problems are in this gift."

"Deodorant?" He queried, shaking the gift and hearing a liquid sound.

"Open it and find out,"

Unwrapping the gift, produced a can with the HuggleBugs logo on it.

"Bug spray?" Joe questioned, giving Wendy a puzzled look.

"No silly, it’s some of the latest technology, specially programmed nanites to give you the optimum body from a sample of your DNA." Wendy spieled off.

"What does that mean?"

"It means silly, that your hair problems are over, with this you get to have the hair you always wanted,"

"You mean?"...

"Yes, all you have to do is spray that on your body and the nanites do the rest," Wendy interrupted.

"How long does this miraculous cure last. Ten minutes, a day?" Joe scoffed.

"Its permanent... happy birthday darling," sang Wendy gleefully.

"Shall I go and try it now?" asked Joe, still looking a little skeptical.

"Okay, but you have to be naked when it’s applied," Wendy answered.

"Hmm, sounds like that will be fun," Joe grinned.

After finishing their coffees, they both went into the bedroom where Joe stripped and started doing his Charles Atlas impressions that soon had Wendy in stitches. She could hardly hold the can steady as she sprayed the contents all over Joe’s body.

Joe started doing a dying fly impression, going "Zzzt, Zzzt, Zzzt" and holding his throat with his hands.

Advancing on Wendy as if to get is revenge, she backed off, asking if the spray was dry yet.

"Yes look, it’s dry it’s all absorbed," rubbing his skin and showing her.

"Seeing as I’m naked and about to become the man of your dreams, how about a little hanky panky?"

Wendy looked at him speculatively,

"Okay stud, show me a good time," she purred, striking a sexy pose.

"Hubba hubba," was Joe’s only comment, as Wendy did a striptease.

Jumping onto the bed they started kissing and using their hands in a little foreplay to get each other warmed up.

As Joe started to enter Wendy, his cock felt a little odd. It was still hard, but the sensations felt different. He had noticed increased sensitivity around his nipples when Wendy had touched them, but had dismissed it as being a bonus.

Wendy was grinding herself against him, bucking her pelvis upward to get as much of Joe as she could. Joe could feel the start of his orgasm coming and he started to moan as the pulses sent him over the edge. Strangely, instead of just a single orgasmic rush he felt another building up almost immediately, sending him even higher.

Wendy too, was experiencing her best ever sex with Joe. As she started on her second orgasm, she started to squeal in delight, hearing an accompanying squeal from Joe as he rode the slowly diminishing orgasmic wave.

Wendy thought that Joe sounded just like a girl his squeals sounding like hers in tone and pitch. As Joe collapsed spent, on top of her, she felt hair brushing her face from Joe.

Opening her eyes, the sight that greeted them made her bolt upright, causing whoever it was on top of her to fall to one side. Joe was nowhere to be seen, only the auburn haired woman lying beside her, was in the room.

"Joe!!!!!" she screamed.

The woman next to her stirred then rolled over facing her.

"What?" then she gasped and tried to clear her throat.

"I’m here...argh...my voice... what’s happened to my voice? Wendy help."

Wendy hearing the plaintiff cry from the woman suddenly realized with a sinking heart that this was indeed her Joe.

"Joe? Is that you."

"Of course it is, who... oh my god, ...I’m in a woman’s body for Pete’s sake. Wendy I think you got the wrong person’s spray," screamed Joe, hysterically.

"Calm down, let me think," said a very agitated Wendy.

Looking at her transformed boyfriend as he started examining his new body shape, Wendy had a feeling that this was more than just a plain mistake. Joe was beautiful, 5’ 7" with long wavy auburn hair down past his/her shoulders with a dream body. Joe’s breasts were full and had no sag at all. Wendy gauged them to be at least a 36-38 C-cup, coupled with a narrow waist, made her hips seem large, but were in fact, perfectly proportioned.

Joe was carrying on like it was ultimate humiliation, being reduced to being a mere woman, albeit a beautiful one. Wendy started getting a bit angry as Joe started accusing her of orchestrating the whole thing.

"Joe, shut up! I didn’t do this deliberately, and it’s not the end of the world. So what, your a woman, big deal, I’m a woman and I like it just fine, so stop your bitching."

Joe calmed down a tad, at her tone, he could see she was angry at the way he had spoken to her, and he realized, he had to apologize.

"I’m sorry Wendy, I just flew off the handle there and started blaming you because you were handy." He looked down at his body and lifted his hands, cupping his breasts. Looking up at her, she noticed that his now large beautiful green eyes, were filled with bewilderment and her heart melted.

"Joe, it will be okay, I’m sure, look, I’ll ring the after hours number Prue gave me and we’ll see what can be done."

"Prue?"

"She’s the president of the company, she gave me her card," said Wendy, waking over to the phone.

"Hello, is that the help line?"

"Yes, we have a problem."

Wendy started explaining to the operator the events from using the spray to now.

"Okay, thank you, we’ll be in at 8 am tomorrow," Wendy said, hanging up the phone.

"Well... what did they say?" Joe asked, as he waited anxiously.

Wendy turned to face Joe, and giggled at the sight of her boyfriend wearing her filmy nightgown.

"That looks so cute on you," she snorted.

"I was getting cold, I had to put something on, seeing you had the only dressing gown on," he mumbled, getting rather red faced.

"They said that we need to go to the lab in the morning for some tests. There’s nothing to be done till then, so you had better get comfortable being a woman, tonight at least."

"Josie put this on and come back to bed," Wendy teased, holding up a black baby doll nightie in satin.

"Please don’t call me that, and there’s no way I’m wearing that!" The renamed Joe retorted.

"Well I can’t call you Joe, it doesn’t fit any longer."

Wendy looked at Josie with a sad face, saying,

"I thought just for one night you would like to experience as much as you could before returning back to Joe."

Wendy could see the indecision in Josie’s face and decided to push another button.

"Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what it’s like, to experience a female orgasm?"

"You mean for us to have sex? Josie exclaimed. "But we’re both women," he continued, sounding rather shocked.

"Glad you finally admitted it," laughed Wendy. "Yes I mean sex, we women have a few tricks up our sleeves when it comes to pleasuring ourselves without a man present. I mean I’ve had to make do when you were overseas on business at those fashion shows."

I’m sorry I never invited you. It’s just that I thought you wouldn’t be interested. Finding new designers to supply my fashion shops gets to be a rather tedious business after a while… What do you mean, you make do?"

"I have a little friend that entertains me, while you’re away."

"Oh! You have?

"Oh yes, I have a little pleasure wand in the bottom of my underwear drawer, we could take your new body for a little test drive," she purred.

"Hmm…?"

"Here, now stop fussing and wear this," Wendy said, holding the baby doll out again.

Josie sighed, and took it, Wendy showed him how to get it looking just right, and Josie’s breasts were showing the maximum cleavage while still being barely restrained. Leading her boyfriend to the mirror she watched as his/her expression wavered from outright lust to a mild embarrassment.

She grinned inwardly as she watched Josie cup her breasts lifting them up then turning sideways to see the profile of her body.

"Come to bed darling," she cooed, checking that her *wand* was in easy reach. "We know you’re beautiful, stop primping and I’ll show you exactly how a woman feels.

Josie reluctantly came away from the mirror, she realized that wearing this form did have some built-in advantages. It was a much more pleasant seeing a beautiful woman in the mirror than her old visage, especially as she could make that reflection move to her thoughts. She could almost imagine that it was someone else and not her own body that she was looking at. Josie didn’t question the fact that she was referring to herself in the mirror in the feminine pronoun, everything about her screamed female with a capital ‘F.’

Josie thought that they would just be doing a little kissing as she snuggled in against Wendy, but Wendy had other ideas. She started out rubbing her self against Josie, letting her feel the sensation of the silky touch of the nightie, then proceeded to run her hands over Josie’s new breasts gently kneading them and tweaking the nipples.

Josie could feel her new body, start to tingle, the sensation of the material moving over her sensitive skin was wonderful. ‘He’ had worn silk boxers before, but this felt so much better, there was no hair to impede the sensation between the nightie and her skin.

Under Wendy’s ministrations, her nipples had hardened sending more feelings of pleasure coursing though her body. Her crotch started tingling and she could feel a dampness forming as her juices started to flow.

Mimicking Wendy’s actions, Josie started to reciprocate to Wendy, until her breathing became as ragged as Josie’s.

As the tempo increased, Josie was sure she couldn’t take much more, as her body started to thrum. It seemed that her whole body was a musical instrument and that Wendy knew just what strings to play to send Josie up to and almost over the peak of pleasure. Josie wanted nothing more than to crest the wave of this glorious feeling which was flooding her body. She moaned and then screamed as at last Wendy took her over the edge. Josie experienced the slow descent of pleasure from her first ever, female orgasm. The pleasure wasn’t over as the aftermath slowly ebbed, unlike the brief spurt of ecstasy that culminates in an ejaculation for a man

Josie sighed, as Wendy stopped and rolled over to look at Josie’s face.

"How was that?"

"Ummgh!"

"I know exactly what you mean, giggled Wendy.

"Wow! That was almost worth being turned into a woman," gasped Josie.

"ALMOST!!" Snorted an unbelieving Wendy, as she playfully tweaked one of Josie’s nipples.

"OKAY, OKAY," squealed Josie, "it was worth it, I never knew it could be as wonderful as that."

"Sadly its not," replied Wendy wistfully. "Especially with a man it’s not always as fulfilling."

"You mean sex with me as a man doesn’t feel as good?" asked Josie, fearfully waiting for her answer.

"It’s different every time," Wendy said slowly. She, paused, thinking of the best way to explain it. "Only a woman really knows how to turn another woman on, men try hard, but sometimes they don’t quite get you to the peak like you just experienced. When you come home tired sometimes, and we have sex you often reach your peak before me and leave me hanging right on the verge."

"I could gauge by the way you acted, just where you were and could keep you there longer, before I took you over the edge."

Wendy looked at Josie’s introspective look on her face, and threw a bone in her direction. "I enjoy sex with you darling, it fills my needs in ways that are difficult to explain, until you experience it."

"I think I know what you mean, I’m sorry that I didn’t fill your needs all the time, if I ever get my body back you’ll see a different side to my lovemaking now I know exactly how you can feel.

They snuggled together, both thinking about what tomorrow would bring. Josie thinking about returning to his old body and Wendy, wondering if there was a solution to Josie’s transformation.

Next morning, Josie woke first, feeling the call of nature beckoning. Still only half aware, she stumbled into the bathroom where looking blearily into the mirror, was once again shocked into wakefulness as her new image brought herself back to the present.

"Oh crap," she muttered, "for a minute there, I thought it was all a dream."

Sitting and relieving herself, she thought of having to go out in public as a woman, ‘I guess it won’t be that bad,’ she ruminated, while idly fondling her breasts.

‘Wow! These babies don’t know when to quit,’ she thought, as the sensations from her hardening nipples started to build.

She started to stand up after finishing, but the feeling of wetness made her realize more than ever the differences between male and female.

‘Sheesh, I forgot women need to wipe each time.’ Sitting back down, she gingerly wiped herself before rising and walking back into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Wendy had stirred and saw Josie coming back,

"Hi, beautiful, time to get up is it?"

"Yeah I guess so, what should I wear?"

"Hmmm, I think you will be able to wear most any of my clothes, although they may seem a little tight around the chest. I think you’re one size larger than me," she said, a little ruefully.

"Tell you what, let me freshen up while you look in my wardrobe, if you see anything you like, just put it on the bed."

Wendy, then leaped out of bed with a giggle, and ran to the bathroom before Josie could think of a reply. Sourly, she walked over to open the wardrobe. The collection of feminine apparel gave him pause, it’s one thing to pick out something for Wendy to wear as he often used to do, but having to select something to be worn by herself is another. She ignored the bright/tight stuff and went for a semi subdued skirt jacket and blouse combo that she knew Wendy used when she went into work.

Wendy finished quickly and was back in the bedroom in time to see Josie rummaging in the drawers for some lingerie.

"Let me help you, find something comfortable," she said moving her boyfriend/girlfriend aside.

"Okay, you’re the boss," Josie sighed, moving over to the bed and plumping down disgustedly.

Wendy found an old bra that she no longer used as it had stretched somewhat, knowing that it would be just the thing for Josie’s larger chest. Then throwing it over her shoulder towards the bed, she told Josie to put that on, while she selected a slip and a pair of panties for her.

Josie attempted to get the bra on, finding that although her arms were more flexible and could reach behind her back with little trouble. Her unfamiliarity with this garment was causing her to problems. Unwilling to give in to temptation and just wait for Wendy, she struggled on. Finally, with a sigh of relief, it was on. Carefully, she adjusted the straps so that it felt more comfortable. Although she cringed a little at the thought of needing to wear such a feminine piece of clothing, the feeling of support it gave her was more than welcome.

Wendy came over with the slip and the feeling Josie experienced as it slid down over her body excited her, sending weird, conflicting signals to her brain. Shrugging off these feelings in an attempt regain a sense of normality, she dressed hurriedly getting a little more help from Wendy.

Putting on pantyhose for the first time was a strange experience as the thin material squeezed her legs with an all over hug, which belied it’s seeming fragility. Wendy had brought out a pair of slingbacks with a medium heel, saying that she should be able to manage them okay.

Walking around she felt off balance somehow, as if she was going to fall on her face. She thought. ‘Boy, I never knew this is what women have to go though every day, and these, are not even all that high.’

Meanwhile, Wendy had dressed and was doing her face by the time Josie had finished. Telling her to sit at the vanity, she started to apply cosmetics to Josie’s face. Josie, by this time had stopped protesting, realising, she was under Wendy’s control for now, until the meeting at the plant.

 

Going out in public for the first time was unnerving to say the least. It seemed that everyone was looking and checking out this person, she had become. Realising the paranoia for what it was she struggled to walk calmly and not let the terror overcome her.

Wendy looked at her in sympathy and said she looked great and that no one was going to accuse her of being a man in drag that any man looking at her was only checking out a sexy babe. Unfortunately, this only made things worse for Josie, as she blushed at the thought of appearing sexy for the male population.

Getting into the car, she did remember to sit first and swing her legs in after. Thankful for that tip from Wendy, she smiled as they finally started to drive off.

At the HuggleBugs plant, they asked for Prue, knowing they needed her expert advice. After a couple of minutes, she came out looking concerned when she saw them both.

"Hello Wendy, what’s wrong? I didn’t expect you back here so soon."

"Prue, there’s been some sort of foul up with the spray."

"Oh no, what?" she asked

"Prue, this is...um ...was my boyfriend, until last night."

"NO! It’s not possible, surely?"

"Unfortunately, yes it is. We followed the instructions to the letter, but...." she trailed off indicating Josie, "this is the result."

"Come this way, lets see what some lab tests come up with."

Prue led them into the restricted lab area using her swipe card.

"This way ladies--- oops sorry Joe, I didn’t mean it that way."

"That’s okay, after all, I am one now, for the moment."

"Crystal, can you come here for a moment? I need to see you urgently," Prue said, going over to the tall blonde woman.

"This, (indicating Joe) was a man yesterday, we made up a nanite formula to give him a nice head of hair."

"I’d say we excelled ourselves there," said a smiling Crystal.

"No, it was only the hair, not the body change with it," explained Prue.

"And this was done here?" Crystal asked, surprised. "Yesterday?"

"Yes, I gave the hair sample to you, remember?"

"Oh, I remember, I was busy then and I gave it to Connie to do. Connie, where’s those specs on that hair sample, I gave you?"

A small, petite, raven-haired woman looked up from where she sat in front of a microscope. Tossing her long hair back with a quick movement of her head, she looked at them with a puzzled look.

"What’s the matter?" then, seeing Josie clearly for the first time, her eyes widened as she recognized the woman that she had imagined from working on the first nanite sample she had done on her own.

"You turned out exactly as I pictured you would," she gushed, coming forward to look at Josie closely.

"It was you? You did this to me?" said an angry Josie.

"Yes, it was my first time on my own, I hope you like it?" she said, looking a little puzzled at seeing the anger coming from Josie.

"No, I hate it, I want my old form back," yelled Josie.

"But, but…" spluttered Connie, not understanding her anger.

"Calm down everyone," interjected Prue. "Lets all sit down while we sort this out."

Wendy explained to Connie the whole story, while Connie looked on stunned. Finally, she interrupted.

"But the sample was clearly female, I’d never make that basic a mistake."

"Impossible," said Wendy, "I got that off his pillow. How would a female hair get there? It was the same colour as his. Mine are blonde so there’s no mistake."

Crystal walked over to the computer while the others started arguing. Pulling up the results from the files she scrutinized them for a few minutes as the others fell silent awaiting the results. Getting up, she went over to a huge storage unit and retrieved a small jar containing what was left of a piece of hair. Josie and the others watched as she took an eyedropper and filled it from a reagent bottle on the shelves and applied it to the hair. Looking at it under the microscope, she grunted and waved them over to have a look.

"According to the label, this is the sample, the results from the computerized analysis shows that it is indeed female."

Connie sighed in relief at the confirmation.

"But," and Crystal paused at this, looking at Wendy. "It is not black like your boyfriends, it was dyed, when I applied the reagent it’s returned to the original colour, look for yourself."

Getting up, she allowed then each to see the sample under the microscope. Wendy gasped as she saw it and when Josie looked, she understood why, the sample was the same auburn colour that her hair was now.

"I don’t understand," muttered a bewildered Josie.

"Have you worn a wig recently, or come in contact with some-one with the same coloured hair as you? Maybe you picked it up accidentally," questioned Prue.

"NO…no," stammered Josie, "but… no… um."

"What is it? What are you holding back Joe?" continued Prue.

"Well…" said Josie, looking rather embarrassed. She paused, looking at Wendy with tears in her eyes,

"Six months ago, I had some hair extensions added. I had no idea that they came from a woman. I was advised to keep dyeing my hair to keep the colours matched up. I never thought about it any more, it’s just my hair, like all the rest now."

There was silence, as Wendy digested this, then she flung her hands round Josie, hugging her tight.

"Don’t worry, we will figure something out, I still love you."

Crystal said that there was nothing they could alter about the form Josie now wore, as the nanite, was the permanent type.

Prue sighed, and pointed out the failure to get a correct sample resulted in less than perfect results. Telling the others, that in future, only blood samples where to be used and that hair samples were only to be used as a last resort.

Telling the two to come into the office, Prue offered them a coffee while she paced the floor in thought. Sitting, she started writing out a check, made payable to Wendy. Then she picked up the phone and started talking quietly. After a couple of minutes she hung up and smiled at the pair.

Well, this is what I propose, the company, as a gesture of goodwill, will set up Josie with an identity as a female. We will supply driver’s licenses, birth certificates, and all the rest of the papers to reflect her new identity. In addition, with this check, handing it to Wendy (who whistled appreciably) you can replace your entire wardrobe with whatever you need. We will even set up an appointment to see a psychiatrist should the need arise.

Wendy handed over the check to Josie who nearly fainted at the amount $100,000 dollars. At her gasp of the amount, Prue grinned,

"Its only money, we took much more away from you, if its not enough, come back and we’ll see what we can do. Those papers will be posted out to you as soon as possible."

Wendy and Josie got up and made their way to the car. Josie was quiet, wondering about what was going to happen to them both. Wendy sensing her distress took her hand and pulled Josie to face her planting a kiss full on Josie’s mouth until Josie thought her knees would buckle.

"What… murphle… Wend… sheesh! That feels so good, but everyone will see us out here."

"I don’t care, I love you, you beautiful hunk."

"You mean you don’t mind being with another woman?"

"Hmmm, Josie, I too have a confession."

"Oh?"

"I’m BI, ever since college."

"No."

"Yes, your not mad are you?"

"No, just a little surprised, I must admit, but that explains last night. I thought you seemed rather enthusiastic."

They got into the car and drove home, where Wendy rang Josie’s clothing shops explaining the changed circumstances of Josie’s sex.

Wendy laughed at one of the woman’s comments and repeated it to Josie.

Josie grinned wryly, saying, "There’s no way I’m modeling clothes in my own shops."

"Oh go on, you’ll learn heaps," laughed Wendy. "At least now, you’ll be able to try out all those latest fashions you sell. I can see increased sales now."

"Oh why?"

"You have a male mind and a female body."

"Yes, so?"

"I can see I’ll have to explain," laughed, Wendy.

"With your male mind, you know what style of clothing appeals to the male, at the same time, having a female body will let you know what feels comfortable to wear."

Josie smiled, thinking about it, life was certainly going to be different. She knew that with Wendy’s help, she could still enjoy life to the fullest. Living as a woman would be interesting, to say the least. Thinking about last night’s escapades with Wendy made her tingle all over. One thing was certain, sex was definitely on tonight’s menu.

 

fini

 

 

© 2001
The above work is copyrighted material. Anyone wishing to copy, archive, or re-post this story must contact the author for permission.