THE GAME   
Chapter 5


Joe drove home from the mall with his latest purchases.  He took the clothes
and placed them into the new blue bag.  He went to the bathroom, and selec-
ted a large bath towel to take along.  He dumped the sack of drug store
items onto the bed.  He placed the bath powder, and the deodorant into a
little compartment on the side of the bag.  He looked at the box of panty
liners, wondering what he should do with them.  Should he put some of them
into the bag?  Should he put some into the purse he started carrying?  He
did not know if he would need them, and carrying them around seemed to put
more of a permanence to his situation.  He just could not accept that. 
Everything was just temporary.  It had to be.

Leaving the box lay on the bed, he removed his blouse, and blue skirt. 
After struggling out of the pantyhose, he flopped down on the bed.  Some-
times, the situation just overwhelmed him, and he found he was having one of
those times.  He looked at the clock radio beside the bed.  It said four
thirty.  Just one hour till he had to meet Jay again, this time under much
more difficult circumstances.

Again, he doubted if it was a good idea.  The health club was, among other
things, somewhat of a "Meat Market."  Muscular studs went there to show off
their bodies, and stare at the attractive women working out.  Although Joe
appreciated good looking women, he did not go to the club to ogle women.  He
did not go to strut his stuff either.  Now, he did not know.  He never did
consider himself a muscular stud, but this was completely different.  He
could not even use the men's locker room.  Under different conditions, the
idea of invading the private domain of the ladies locker room might perk his
interest.  Not now.  He would not just be a fly on the wall.  He would be
going in there to change his clothes, women's clothes, with other women
around, and he would look like a woman too.  Hell, he might actually BE a
woman for the rest of his life.  He could not accept that.

Laying there, he felt tired, but decided he better get dressed.  He got up
off the bed, and picked up the royal blue jumpsuit he just bought.  He step-
ped into it, and zipped up the front.  He looked at himself in the dresser
mirror.  It fit well.  It was attractive, and yet did not place a strong
emphasis on his new shape.  He liked it immediately.

He went to his old gym bag, and removed his racket from the side.  It seemed
too large now.  It would have to do, he thought.  He looked through the bag,
and found his safety goggles.  He put them on, and they were too large for
his smaller features.  He threw them back into the bag in disgust.  He could
feel tears welling up in his eyes.  He noticed that happening quite often
today.  It seemed that he was more emotional now, or at least, it was much
harder to contain his emotions.  Was that part of the change?  It was dif-
ficult to tell.  He knew that women cried much easier than men, but he al-
ways thought that was because of differences in the way they were brought
up.

Maybe there was a more physical difference, hormones maybe, and now maybe
those things were affecting him.  What else would they do to him?  He deci-
ded that no matter what he looked like, he was still a man, but would he
still feel the same way next week, or next year?  The problem would be sol-
ved before it lasted that long, he decided.  He did not think he could stand
to grow old looking like this.  There had to be a way back.

Joe went into the bathroom mirror, and made one last check of his hair, and
general appearance.  "Ready to go," he decided.

He took his bag, and racket, and went to his car.  It was getting easier. 
He had no trouble walking in the new Reboks, and the jumpsuit seemed more
familiar than the dress he wore last time out.  "I can almost forget about
the changes," he thought.  Putting the seat belt on again made him aware of
his new body.  There was no forgetting it.  "Just as well," he considered. 
It might really be embarrassing to forget at the wrong time.

He pulled into the club parking lot.  His heart was pounding with fear.  He
noticed Jay's car in the lot, and pulled next to it.  Jay was waiting for
him.  As he got out of his car with his gear, Jay walked over.

"Hi, Joe.  I'm glad to see you made it," Jay said.

"I'm still not sure if this is a good idea, Jay," Joe returned.

"It will be okay, Joe.  Where do you get all those sharp clothes?," Jay ask-
ed, honestly.

"Come on, Jay," Joe replied.  "You know everything I do now seems to involve
getting different stuff.  Nothing fits, and I have more differences than
just being a few inches shorter.  If I don't figure a way out of this, I'll
go broke buying all the stuff I need, if I don't go nuts first."

"Well, you look real good, if that helps any," Jay said as they walked up
the steps to the entrance to the club.

"I guess that's the problem, isn't it," Joe said, as Jay held the door for
him.

Although both Joe, and Jay were regulars at the club, and were known on
sight by the attendant at the counter, Jay sidestepped Joe's possible iden-
tity problem by telling the girl at the counter that Joe was his guest.

As they arrived at the men's locker room, Joe said, "This is where we part
company, Jay.  I'll see you on the court."

Joe walked over to the door to the ladies locker room.  He took a deep
breath, and walked in.  As entered, he noticed other women, some of whom he
recognized as regulars to the club.

"Well, it does smell better in here," he thought.  His nose, which seemed
more sensitive now, picked up the scent of perfume, and cosmetics, not the
old sweat sock smell of the men's locker room.

Although the layout of the rooms were similar, this one was arranged to pro-
vide more privacy.  There were still rows of lockers, with benches down the
center, but the showers were partitioned, and there were some couches, and
vinyl upholstered seats available.  "I've moved up-scale," Joe thought to
himself.

He chose a row with only one young woman seated on the bench, tying her
shoes.  Selecting an empty locker, Joe opened his bag.  He removed the capri
tights and leotard, and quickly hung them on a hook in the locker.  He slow-
ly unzipped his jumpsuit.  Nervously, he looked around.  The girl at the
bench paid him no attention.  He pulled the suit off his shoulders, and
stepped out.  Standing there in his underwear, he rummaged in the blue bag,
for the running bra, and exercise brief.  Finding them, he laid them on the
bench.

He quickly unhooked the pink bra, and took it off.  Feeling vulnerable, he
looked at the running bra.  It did not have any hooks, or adjustments.  He
had to pull it over his head.  It fit snugly, and sort of pressed his
breasts against his chest.  He shook his chest, and for the first time since
the change, he did not experience the jiggling he felt even while wearing
the other brassiere.  He liked the feeling. It was almost like before...
almost.

He removed his panties, and could feel the cool wetness as the air circula-
ted around his crotch.  He looked down, and saw that the pubic hair on his
mound was matted flat.  He reached down and roughed up the hair, the way he
might have scratched his balls yesterday.  Again, he looked over at the wo-
man, but she did not even notice he was there.  He took the stretchy white
brief, and pulled it on.  It was a good fit, not tight, but the cotton lycra
fabric followed his contours like second skin.

Looking down at himself, again he felt the first sensations of arousal. 
"Lucky me," he thought.  "Now I can get a boner, even without clothes on, in
public, and nobody can tell."

He picked up the tights, and put them on.  The glistening slickness felt
great.  He rubbed his hips and upper legs.  He stepped into the light blue
leotard, and pulled it over his shoulders.  The light blue color emphasized
his shape, and buttocks.  His breasts, flattened to his chest by the sport
bra, looked smaller.  He took the crop top and pulled it over his head,
thinking that if he got too warm, it could be removed.  He decided to leave
the little nylon shorts in his gym bag.  He liked the way he looked and felt
in the leotard and tights.

He thought of Jay.  "What will he think when he sees me?," he thought.  He
was not sure how his friendship might be affected by the change.  "He seems
to treat me the same to this point," he thought, "and I certainly need his
help."

He put on the white and pink Rebok socks and shoes, and tied them.  He got
up from the bench, and hopped up and down.  Since the change, he of course,
felt smaller, but also more flexible.  It seemed he could bend his body
easier now than he could ever remember before, even when he was a small boy. 
Actually, he considered, he felt great.  He took a towel, and his racket,
and closed his locker.  Walking towards the door, he passed the sinks, and
mirrors.  Looking at himself, he brushed his short hair with his fingers. 
He thought he looked pretty good too.

From the locker room, Joe walked to court three, the one they had reserved. 
He entered the small door.  Jay was already on the court swatting the ball
against the wall.  When he saw Joe, his eyes widened.  Joe suddenly felt
self conscious with Jay looking at his body, and crossed his legs, and held
his racket in front of his body.  He could feel the blood rush to his face.

"Wow, you are gorgeous, Joe!," Jay exclaimed.  "I didn't know you looked
like that."

"Just keep your mind on the game, you horny toad," Joe said.  "Don't forget,
it's me in here, and I'm not about to put up with any shit from you."

"I'm sorry," said Jay, continuing to stare at Joe as he walked to the corner
and bent over to put his towel on the floor.  "It's just that...  I knew you
looked feminine, but I wasn't ready for this.  You... You're beautiful!"

"Now you have some idea what I'm going through," said Joe.  He could feel
that the bottom of the leotards had ridden up on his buttocks.

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  He grinned
at Jay as he pulled them down.  "I feel just like you do.  I just look like
Debbie Winger."

Jay had the ball.  "Ladies first," he said, and tossed the ball to Joe,
grinning.

Unsure of his abilities, but wanting to do well, Joe served with what he
felt was more power than usual.  The ball went where he aimed, but did not
have the speed he wanted.  "My arms just don't have any strength," he
thought sadly, and felt his small biceps.  "I not only look like a girl, I
guess I play like a girl."

Jay easily returned the ball, but, not taking advantage, he hit the ball
back to the wall with an easy lob, which Joe had no trouble hitting.  Joe
ran and back handed the ball with all the force he had.  He felt awkward
when he ran, since he still was not used to his wider hips and lower center
of gravity.  The ball went right to Jay, who snapped it back with his old
familiar speed.  The ball ricocheted to the opposite corner.  Joe dove for
all he was worth, but he could not get to the ball.  Jay's point.  The game
progressed in this manner with Joe getting a point for every two or three
scored by Jay.

The game progressed, with Joe getting trounced.  As Joe stood at the back of
the court, and prepared to serve.  Jay, standing in front, was bent over,
ready to receive the serve.  Joe hesitated, looking at Jay, at his buns and
broad shoulders.  He studied Jay, checking himself for signs of arousal, but
he found he was not nearly as interested in Jay, as Jay obviously was in
him.  He saw the bulge in Jay's shorts, He knew an embarrassing erection
when he saw one, but doubted that he had ever caused one before.  Jay saw
him staring.

"Sorry Joe," Jay said.  "I don't know what's come over me."

"No sweat, buddy," Joe replied, grinning.  "I just wish that Woody would
slow you down a little, so I could catch you.  Looks like I'm going to need
all the advantage I can get."  Seeing male arousal from the other side for
the first time, he realized that no matter how Jay felt about their friend-
ship, as long as he looked like he did, it would never be the same as be-
fore.

The game continued quickly, with Jay scoring at will, and Joe getting run
all over the court.  His light blue leotard was getting dark spots where the
sweat was beginning soak through.

At the end of the third game, and near the end of their hour court time, Jay
came up and held his hand out.  Joe took it, and shook the big hand of his
buddy.

"Good game, Jay," Joe said.  "You beat the pants off me."

"Considering the pants, you did pretty good," Jay joked.

They picked up their stuff, and walked out of the court, towards the locker
rooms.  As they passed the exercise machines, Joe could see that the guys
working out were eyeing him as he walked by.  He knew that he probably look-
ed appealing to them, but he just felt tired.

"I'll see you in a few minutes," Jay said, as he walked on towards his lock-
er room.

Joe entered his locker room.  He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he
walked to his locker.  There were three women on the benches near him.

"Looks like you had a tough workout," one of the young women said.

"Yeah, I got beat three times," he said, wishing they would leave.

He opened the locker and removed his gym bag.  He pulled the crop top over
his head.  He was soaked except for the outline of his bra.  He pulled his
arms out of the armholes of the wet leotard.  He then realized he still had
his shoes and socks on and sat on the bench.  He removed his shoes and
socks, stood up, and pulled the leotard down and stepped out.

He looked over at the women getting dressed to exercise.  He was too embar-
rassed to get completely undressed with them there.  He fumbled around, hop-
ing that they would finish and leave.

After a bit the women gathered their things and walked out.  Joe removed his
underwear and taking a bar of soap, and a towel, which he held in front of
himself, he walked quickly to the showers.

Joe hung up the towel and turned on the shower head.  As it warmed, he ad-
justed it to a comfortable temperature and stood under the streaming water. 
It felt great as it pelted his tired sweaty body.  He let the water stream
on his face, holding his hands over his sensitive breasts.  Suddenly, he
felt the sting as the water washed some of the mascara into his eyes.  He
realized then that he was washing off all the cosmetics that the lady in the
department store applied.  Though it had held up well during his earlier
shower, now he had washed it away, or at least he had messed it up so bad
that he would have to wash it all off.  He did not think he could put it
back on with the skill of the saleslady, but it was too late now.

After soaping and rinsing, he took the towel and dried himself quickly.  He
wrapped the towel around his body, and walked back to the bench.  He took
the towel and quickly dried his hair, and then poked through his bag looking
for his underwear.  He found the panties he was wearing when he arrived, and
put them on.  The silky nylon again felt unfamiliar, and he thought to him-
self that maybe he should get some underwear more like the cotton lycra
sport panty, which was not so feminine, and also seemed to firm up his soft
butt.  He slipped into the pink bra, and quickly put on the jump suit.

Suitably clothed, he took his hair brush and went around the corner to the
sinks and mirrors.  He studied his face.  Without the makeup and mascara, he
looked much different, a little more familiar, but not really like he used
to.  He decided not to try anything here, besides, he did not bring anything
along anyway.  He just brushed his hair over to one side, making it look as
feminine as it could.  He went back and collected his things and placed them
into the his bag.  He noticed the bath powder, and wondered when he should
have used it.  He then took the bag and walked out.  It was not nearly as
difficult as he had feared.

Jay was not standing near the men's locker room door, so he walked to the
front alone.  He saw him standing at the counter talking to the girl who
staffed the desk.  Jay grinned when he saw him, and walked over to him.

"I asked about your membership," Jay said.  "They have no problem with it,
as long as you have identification."

Joe's face turned beet red.  "You told her about my problem?," he said
quietly turning away from the young lady, who knew him as a man, and was
looking at him with curiosity.

"Well, Joe," Jay answered, "I don't know how to help you without talking to
people about your situation, and besides, there will be no way to hide from
it.  You might as  well get used to it."

"No!," Joe insisted.  "I won't get used to it.  This is only temporary until
I can figure a way out of this situation.  I'm sure that doctors will be
able to help.  For God's sake, they can do sex change operations on men to
make them women, they ought to be able to make me look like a male again." 
Joe was visibly shaken, and almost to tears.

The girl called to him, "Joe, come over here, please.  Let me talk with
you."  She had a friendly smile.

Joe walked over to the counter.  "I don't know what's happened to me, but
I'm sure it's only temporary," he said quickly.

"Whatever has happened, I'm sure we can help you," she said, reaching across
the counter, and taking Joe's hand.  "If there is any way I can help, or if
you have any questions which I might be able to help you with, don't be
afraid to ask.  My name is Judy."

"She's treating me like I'm really a girl," Joe thought, pulling his hand
away in embarrassment.

"I really appreciate your concern, but I don't think you can help me much,
Judy," Joe said.  "I think it will take a doctor to get me back to normal."

"Well, don't be afraid to come in here, or call me at home if you want.  I
work from five to ten every evening except Sunday.  I'll let you in here...
with or without Jay," Judy said smiling knowingly.

"Thanks, Judy," Joe said, and walked toward the door.

Jay followed him out, and when they were outside, walking toward their cars,
Jay looked at Joe.

"Joe, I'll help you in every way I can, but you will have to trust me," Jay
said.  "I won't do anything to embarrass you if it is possible, but your
problem is going to be difficult, I think, and you're going to have to get
over your embarrassment.  Damn it, Joe, it just might be possible that you
will have to remain as you are.  Would that be so bad?  You are a GOOD look-
ing woman."

"I'm NOT a woman!," Joe almost shouted.  He looked around the parking lot,
and hoped no one heard his outburst.  "I'm a man, and I will always be a
man."

"Well, mister, you have the nicest ass I've ever seen," Jay said sarcastic-
ally, but grinning, "on a MAN that is.  Just in case you were wondering how
you looked."

"I'll call my friend at the forensic lab tomorrow morning," Jay said, sud-
denly getting serious again.  "Maybe he'll see you tomorrow even if it is
Saturday."

"Thanks, Jay," Joe said quietly.  "I'm sorry I snapped at you.  I just don't
know how to handle this sometimes."

"That's okay buddy," Jay said, patting Joe on the back, and squeezing his
soft shoulder.  "You're doing such a good job, that sometimes I just forget
that you're really a guy.  You look so much like a woman, and are doing a
pretty good job of acting like one.  I just forget that you aren't one."

"I have to meet Linda tonight," Joe said as he remembered.  "I have to tell
her about this myself."

"Well, I don't envy your relationship with Linda," Jay said.  "I'll call you
tomorrow morning."

"Thanks for everything, Jay," Joe said.  He took Jay's hand and squeezed it
in his small one.

Joe opened his car, threw his bag in the back, and slid into the seat.  He
decided to go get Linda wearing the jumpsuit.  He had an hour to go until
the time he told her, and he felt the most comfortable dressed like he was.

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