A CLUE
Chapter 11


When Joe followed Karen out of Dr. Krell's office, he saw Mike and Dave wai-
ting outside, for their turn to talk to the doctor.  Mike Osborn looked very
uncomfortable next to his rotund partner.  Joe greeted them, and asked what
they had be en up to.

"Well, I've had a blood drawn, they even took hair samples, and they gave me
a CAT scan," Mike replied.  Dave was cordial, but did not add to the conver-
sation.  Joe told them Jim Matheney would be there at two o'clock, and that
he would see t hem in a little while.  Then, he followed Karen down the hall
to leave the building.  They went out to the employee parking garage, where
Karen's car was parked.  She walked up to a glistening white, Toyota Supra,
with expensive alloy wheels, and very wide tires.

"I'm crazy about cars," Karen said, grinning as she buckled in.  "Maybe I'm
a woman, but I still love a good handling sports car."

"Me too," Joe said.  "I have a RX-7 GXL, and I love it."

Karen's Supra ran great, and she knew how to drive, making the short trip to
Wendy's a brisk experience.  "She drives like I do," Joe thought, grinning
as he watched her go through the gears, her white, uniform skirt hiked well
above her knees, exposing more of her long, white hose covered legs than
most women would allow.  Karen saw Joe looking at her legs, and pulled the
skirt down to a more demure position.

"I know I should be more careful about that," she said, looking at Joe with
a devilish grin.  "It's been about two years now, and I just love it, but I
don't always remember to sit like a lady."

They pulled into the Wendy's lot, and parked the car in the back, so that
the car would be less likely to be subjected to door dings.  They walked
inside, and looked at the menu board.

"I come here a lot, cause it's close, it's cheap, and I like the salad bar,"
Karen said.  "In the last year, I have really had to watch what I eat, since
it all seems to go to my butt, and I absolutely don't want to be a fat
broad."  She was grinning widely.  Karen sure seemed happy to be a female.

They ordered.  Karen ordered the salad bar.  Joe, deciding that he might as
well try to get used to the bird-like portions that women seemed to eat, did
the same.  They took their plates, filled them, and sat down across from
each other at a little table.  Joe was dying to ask Karen some questions
about herself.

"Dr. Krell told me a little about you," he said, not really knowing how to
start the conversation, and not really sure if Karen would even want to talk
about her transfiguration.

"I figured he might," she said, with a smile.  "He's a great doctor, and I
know he's as proud of how I've turned out as I am."

"So you really were a guy then?," Dave asked with a trace of skepticism.

"Well, I was married to a very nice woman for about a year, and we even had
a child together," Karen said.  "I tried to be a guy, and I suppose I was
one physically, but I've always felt I was really a female as long as I can
remember.  I never felt right acting like a man, but since I looked like
one, I did all the guy things, and I even enjoyed a lot of them.  I still
like to do some of them.  Cars and computers don't seem to care of you're an
innie, or an outie."  The grin never left her face as she spoke.

"Well, you sure fooled me," Joe said.  "I never would have guessed that you
were an outie."  Dr. Krell was right, He and Karen were a lot alike.

"Joe, hormones and Dr. Krell's magic worked so well that even I sometimes
forget that I used to look a lot different than I do now," she said proudly. 
"For a while, after my surgery, just looking in the mirror was one of my
favorite pastimes.  I couldn't imagine I would ever look like this.  It's
like a dream come true."

"I'm still in the looking in mirror phase," Joe said.  "Of course, it's
hardly a dream come true for me, but it is interesting, and I guess I'd bet-
ter try to get used to it."

"You're certainly attractive, Joe," Karen said, "and you have a big advan-
tage over me, since you've even changed biologically.  You probably won't
have to worry about hormones, or anything like that.  Dr. Hopkins thinks you
can even menstruate.  I wish I could.  A lot of women think of it as an in-
convenience, but it's a significant part of being female.  You can probably
have children someday.  That's impossible for me now, of course."  Her grin
subsided for the first time, but only for a moment.

"I don't think that I'd ever have children," Joe said.  "Not if it meant
having sex with a man."

"It's not that bad," Karen said, grinning at Joe.  "You quickly get used to
the differences."

"Have you slept with a guy?," Joe asked.  Joe didn't feel strange, asking
Karen such personal questions, since they thought so much alike.

"Yeah, I have.  A few times now," Karen answered simply.

"Did you like it?," Joe asked.  He was curious what it felt like, and won-
dered if he could ever get up the nerve to try it.

"Well, I was sort of like you," Karen explained.  "I never thought I'd ever
want to get intimate with a male.  I knew them too well.  I liked being
around women.  They were so soft, smelled so nice, and wore such sexy
clothes.  I didn't want anything to do with my old world, but after about a
year, it sort of just happened.  I didn't plan it, or anything.  I met this
guy at an auto-cross, a student pilot from Williams Air Force Base.  He was
racing his car, an '86 Corvette.  We started talking about cars, and he
asked me to dinner.  I had never gone on a date with a guy before, or any-
thing like that, but almost before I realized it, we were in bed together. 
You know how pilots are."  Karen grinned, and winked at Joe.

"What was it like?  Was it better than when you were married?," Joe asked. 
He felt like a anxious teenager, questioning a more experienced peer.

"Gee, it's hard to compare," Karen answered.  "I never felt comfortable hav-
ing sex as a male.  It did feel good when I'd ejaculate though.  I guess I
do kinda miss that, in a way."  Karen seemed to stare into space as she
spoke.

"Don't you climax?," Joe asked.  He was thinking about his recent experien-
ces with Linda.  He never missed the ability to ejaculate.  He really wasn't
even sure he had lost it, he got so wet, and his climax was so powerful.

"Well, to be honest, Joe," Karen said, "as far as I can tell, I look exactly
like a normal woman.  My breasts developed, my body has changed so much that
even my weight distribution has shifted to be more like a female.  I think
you know what I mean.  My body... My genitalia are completely functional.  I
can have intercourse, but the sensation is not all that great.  It feels
sort of numb.  Oh, I guess it's getting better, I could hardly feel anything
at all, for almost the first year, but it's got better.  It's still getting
better, I guess, but I've never been able to cum since my surgery.  I don't
regret the change, and I would never want to go back, even if I could.  In-
tercourse isn't that big a deal for me.  I can live with it, or without it. 
I kinda like the closeness.  I love to cuddle."  Karen tried to explain her
feelings to Joe, who listened intently to every word.

"Gee, I don't think I have any problem with feelings, or sensation," Joe
said.  "Actually I think I have even more feeling than before.  My whole
body seems much more sensitive.  It even feels like I still have a penis. 
It's just kind of recessed now, and I think I can get off, just by having my
boobs touched in the right way."

"Yeah, mine are kinda sensitive too," Karen said.  "At first, after I star-
ted on hormones, when they were just starting to develop, they were way too
sensitive and they hurt all the time, but after the surgery, they really
grew, and yeah, I guess they're my most sensitive area.  Sounds like you've
been trying out the new equipment."  She chuckled.

"Well... I have this girlfriend, my fiance actually," Joe said, "or at least
she was.... If I'm gonna stay like this, I guess I have to stop thinking of
her like that.  Anyway, Linda and I have continued sleeping together since
this has happened to me.  It's been an experience."

"When I first started down this path, I only wanted to be around girls, wo-
men, too," Karen admitted, "but as time went on, and I got used to the new
ME, I've been more willing to experiment, to see what it's all about.  Joe,
I'm... We're women now, and there's nothing wrong with us experiencing ALL
the pleasures of being female.  God knows, there's enough pain."

"Speaking of pain, I have to go to the bathroom," Joe said, grinning at Kar-
en.  "I just know that my sore bottom isn't going to like it."

Joe got up, and excused himself.  He walked down the short hall, and almost
entered the men's restroom, catching himself as he put his hand on the door-
knob.  He walked on to the ladies, feeling like an invader as he did so.  In
all his experiences so far, he had not been into a public women's restroom. 
This would be the first time.

Joe opened the door.  As he went in, he noticed that the room had a small,
padded couch to sit on.  There were no urinals along the wall.  He very self
consciously went to one of the stalls, and closed the door.  Joe unzipped
the blue jump suit, and pulled it off his shoulders.  "Before the change,"
he thought to himself, "I could just stand here, whip it out, and be done
with it.  Now I have to practically undress."  He took the down to around
his knees.  He tucked his thumbs into the narrow waistband of the nylon pan-
ties, and pulled them down.  As he did, he could see that the white cotton
lined crotch of his beige nylon panties were stained with a little streak of
blood.  It was not much, it did not penetrate to the out side, but it was
another reminder that he was a lot different than he used to be.  "You real-
ly are an innie now, Joe Bates," he thought.  He was relieved to find it did
not hurt when the urine flowed.

He finished quickly, and found no more blood on the tissue when he wiped. 
He hurriedly pulled his clothes back on, and left the stall.  Joe went to
the sink and was washing his hands when someone else, a teenage girl, of
maybe seventeen, came in and went into a stall.  She did not even seem to
notice the nervous woman at the sink.  Joe dried his hands, and went out.

Karen watched Joe walk back to the table.  As he sat down she looked at him
with that perpetual grin she had.

"Joe, it must be ninety degrees outside.  Why in the world are you wearing
that long sleeve jumpsuit?  Aren't you hot?," Karen questioned.

"Yeah I guess I am a little," he said.  "I just feel better, more secure
with this on."

"Well, girl," Karen replied, "if you're going to be one of us, you're going
to have to get used to dressing lighter.  If I wasn't working, I'd be wear-
ing cutoffs and a tank top.  We're going to have to get you some proper
clothes, if you're going to make a go of it."

"I have other clothes," Joe said, grinning.  "Linda helped me pick some out. 
I just ain't used to wearing that skimpy stuff yet."

"I saw what you look like under that coverall, and you haven't got anything
to be ashamed of," Karen went on.  "If you got it, flaunt it a little."

"I'm still getting used to just having it.  I don't think I'm quite ready to
flaunt it yet," Joe countered, smiling.

"It's about twelve forty-five," Karen said.  "You don't need to be back for
about thirty to forty-five minutes.  Anything you want to do?"

"I don't have anything in mind.  Do you?," Joe asked, wondering what the
tall blond was thinking.

"I thought we might go over to Dillard's, and find you some summer clothes,"
Karen said.

"I have stuff at home," Joe said.  "It's only about ten minutes away, if you
want to take me.  It's Linda's house, but she won't home till about three or
four."

"I've got some time to kill, and I'd just as well not rush back to work,"
Karen said, getting up.  She walked out, and Joe followed her out, telling
her the way to Linda's.  She listened, and repeated his instructions back
after he gave them, almost like a pilot's read back of his clearance.

"You read that back like an IFR clearance," Joe said, figuring that the term
would not be understood by the tall nurse.

"I used to be in the Air Force," Karen replied.  "I guess I still have some
old habits left."

"You were a pilot in the Air Force?," Joe was impressed.

"No, not a rated pilot," Karen answered.  "I was a flight simulation spe-
cialist.  I did learn to fly instruments, and get my private while I was in,
though."

"Where were you stationed?," Joe asked.  "I was in the Air Force too."

"I'm originally from Tulsa," Karen said.  "I went to school at Chanute Air
Force Base, in Illinois.  From there, I was assigned to Davis-Monthan, in
Tucson.  That's how I ended up here in the Phoenix area.  I went to school
at University o f Arizona while I was in, and for a year after I got out. 
While I was at D-M, my mother died.  My dad died when I was a little kid.  I
was kind broken up about it, and went into a kind of depression.  I guess I
always had a problem with my gender, b ut it really came to the surface
after my mom died.  I decided I would look into what I could do about it. 
That was not too long after this male ophthalmologist, Richard Raskin, deci-
ded to have gender reassignment surgery, and became Rene' Richards.  You may
have heard of him, or her, she also was in the news as a tennis player for a
while.  Anyway, I took pre-med courses at UA, and spent most of my spare
time studying about transsexualism.  I met Dr. Krell some time later, and
this is how I've turned out.  I'm a licensed RN, but now I've got about six
years of schooling behind me.  I guess, if I got my act together, I should
become a doctor.  My family was well off, and I don't need to work.  I've
just been working for Dr. Hopkins because I find it interesting."

They pulled up Linda's drive, and parked on the side, near the entrance to
the pool.  Joe got out, and Karen followed.  "Nice place," Karen said. 
"This is your girlfriend's house?"

"Yeah, she's in real estate, and she got a good deal on this place," Joe
explained.

Joe went to the door, and opened it.  They went inside, and Joe went
straight to his room.  Karen followed closely behind him.  He went in and
went to his closet, and turned on the light.  His few items of women's clo-
thing hung on hangers in the large closet.

"This is what I've got, so far," Joe said.  "It isn't a lot, and if I'm gon-
na stay this way I guess I'll have to get some more.  I had been hoping that
they'd have something that could change me back."

"Nope, there's no magic pill.  I'll attest to that," Karen said.  "Let's
see... How about this?  It would look great on you."  She picked out the
little top with the balloons, that Linda had picked out for him.

"Yeah, I've worn that once already.  I guess it's okay, but I always feel
like I'm hanging out of the big armholes," Joe complained.

"Ridiculous.  I'm sure you look great in it.  Get that hot coverall off, and
put this on.  What do you have to wear with it?," Karen asked.

"I've got some shorts.  I don't have any longer pants, yet," Joe said.

"Get the shorts," Karen ordered.

Joe went out into the bedroom, went to his dresser, and found the white and
the blue shorts.  He had just put them there that morning.  He placed them
both on the bed and sat down on the side, taking his Rebok's off.  He pulled
the jumpsuit off and lay it on the bed.  He stood there, in his underwear,
waiting for Karen to bring him the little tank top.  She came out of the
closet, and looked at Joe.

"My God, you're beautiful," she said as she looked at him, "and you just
woke up the other day, looking like that?"

"Yeah, I guess that's about it," Joe said.  "I haven't any idea what has
caused it.  That's what I'm trying to find out.  Something apparently hap-
pened to me, Dave, and Mike, while we were flying.  We all have similar
symptoms."

"Gee, I wish I could have made the change that easy," Karen said with a
grin.  "Maybe we should go flying together."  She gave Joe the top, and he
slipped it over his head.  He looked at her and showed her the way his bra
peeked out the large arm openings.

"Aww, Don't be so paranoid," Karen said.  "It's not that noticeable.  You
can't really see anything.  Guy's will think it's sexy, and women either
won't notice, or won't care."

Joe decided Karen must be right.  Linda had basically said the same thing,
so it must be true.  He grabbed the blue shorts that Karen handed him, and
slipped them on.  It was more comfortable out of the warm, but wonderfully
concealing, jumpsuit.

"I guess we better be getting back," Joe said, looking at his alarm clock by
the bed.

"Give me a minute, I need to use your bathroom before we go back," Karen
said.

Joe pointed to the door to the attached bath.  He sat on the bed and waited
for Karen.  As he did, he thought about his tall new friend.

They were so alike, and yet, so different.  They had both started out in
life as males, and even had relationships with women.  Now they were both
learning to live as women.  Karen was much further along, having been living
like this for almost three years.  Joe had only four days behind him, and
Karen WANTED to be this way.  He was not a volunteer, but now they were both
in similar situations.  They had almost identical interests, and seemed to
get along very well.  He was glad to have found her when he did.  Karen
might be a good person to have around when learning to cope with the things
he would probably need to learn in the next few months, but what would Linda
think of Karen, or how would she feel about him having another female
friend?  Joe was pulled away from his thoughts by the sound of the toilet
flushing.

"Okay, now I'm ready," Karen said, as she reentered the bedroom.

Joe got up, and arranged his credit cards and ID in the tiny pockets of the
blue shorts.  He would have to do something about where to put this stuff,
if he was not going to carry a purse.  Karen saw what he was doing, and
laughed.

"I still have the same problem," she admitted.  "I just can't get used to
the idea of carrying a purse around all the time, but there just aren't
enough pockets in women's clothes.  Luckily, these uniforms have pretty
large pockets," She pulled a few dollars, and her hospital ID, out of a poc-
ket of her white uniform dress to demonstrate.

Joe went out, and locked the door.  Karen looked at the pool area.  "Linda
sure has a nice place here," she said.  "How does she take it, with you loo-
king like a woman now?"

"I don't know," Joe answered.  "She says she doesn't care what happens. 
That she wants to be with me, no matter what, but I have always insisted to
her that this was a temporary thing for me, and that I would do all I could
to get back nor mal.  If I come to her now, and say that this is how it will
be... I don't know.  I don't know how she'll take it, and I don't know what
I'll want to do... as I get used to the idea myself, if that's possible.  It
still seems like a strange dream to me.  so far."

The drive back to the hospital was quick, and they did not talk much.  As
they neared the parking lot, Joe started to get apprehensive.  Although the
little top and the shorts he was wearing were much more comfortable in the
heat, they were also much more revealing.  Except for his experience in the
health club, he had never been in a public place with so much of his new
shape exposed.  It seemed different when he was around strangers, or, close
friends, but Jim Matheney, and who knows who else, would be there this af-
ternoon.  They'd be in for a surprise when they saw him like this.

"Oh, well," Joe thought.  "I might as well get used to it if I'm going to be
like this for the rest of my life.  The rest of my life..."

It was about one-forty-five when they got back up to Dr. Krell's reception
area.  There was nobody sitting in the waiting area, and Joe wondered where
his two friends were.  He sat down on one of the couches.  Karen sat down
behind the reception desk, and started to read something, probably the ap-
pointment schedule.

"Your friend Dave is at lunch, and Mike is up stairs at OB-GYN," Karen said. 
"Dr. Krell is at lunch.  He might have Dave with him.  They should be back
by two."  She got up, and started down the hall.

"Will be seeing you again today?," Joe asked, calling out to her.  He did
not want her to leave.  He felt better having Karen around because she gave
him hope that he could still have a normal life, even if he stayed the way
he was.

"Sure Joe, I'll be back down later," she said.  "You'll be here all after-
noon.  I'll see you before you leave today."

As Joe sat there, waiting for everyone to return, he used the time to think. 
If he was going to be this way permanently, he had to make some plans.  He
did not have enough clothes, of course.  His identification problems would
be taken care of, he hoped.  He wondered about his job.  Surely, if he,
Dave, and Mike all had problems, it must be job related, so he doubted that
they would fire him, or anything like that, but would he even want to go
back there?  What would his friends say?  The guy's who knew him as Joe, the
airplane and sports car nut.  Joe, the bachelor.  Joe, the guy.

He looked down at his smooth, tanned legs.  If they were somebody else's, he
would be one of the guy's, critically checking them out, but these were his. 
They really did not look all that much different than they used to, except
that they were now smoothly hairless.  He rubbed his upper leg with his
hand.  It felt different than before, though.  Much softer.  He was in good
shape before this happened, and he still had good muscle tone, but now he
also had that thin layer of fat, just under the skin, that makes females
feel so soft.  He thought it might be even softer than yesterday.  Maybe he
was still changing.  The skin felt more sensitive, too.  His light touch
felt good; sensuous.  He could feel his breasts, his nipples actually, stif-
fening.  Whenever they did that, he could feel them when they rubbed the
soft material inside his bra.  He liked that sensation, too.  It was a sort
of tickling feeling, different than anything he knew as a guy.  When you
really thought about it, having breasts was not bad at all, he considered. 
It was going to be a little more difficult getting used to not having a
penis any more, though.  Even though it usually felt like it was still
there, it was not.  While its substitute might be interesting, it was cer-
tainly a lot less functional at least for what it was used for the most. 
Like urinating.  It sure seemed like he had to do that a lot more often now,
and of course the darn thing even might have some other surprises.  Dr. Hop-
kins said he could probably get pregnant.  No immediate problem there, but
it meant that he would also probably have menstrual periods.  What would
that be like?  Would it hurt?  Would he have cramps, and get bitchy, like
Linda did, sometimes?  He did not want to think about that, but having
blood, and other yuck, coming out of your body, as a 'normal' occurrence? 
His examination today, and the probing, made him painfully aware of this new
orifice.  No, he decided.  Having a vagina was not all that great.  It might
feel good, great even, sometimes, but it was probably more of a liability,
than an asset.

"Then again," he thought, "if I gotta be a girl, it's best to have ALL the
parts."  He was glad he was not stuck halfway, like Mike seemed to be.  That
seemed like a real problem.  Maybe he was lucky to have the body he did. 
"It could sure be worse," he thought, lightly stroking a breast with the
tips of his fingers.  

"Got a little itch there, Joe?," the tall nurse asked, grinning widely as
she walked up to him.

Joe could feel his face turning red.  He had been so deep in thought, that
he did not notice Karen and Mike come up the tiled hallway.  Mike was walk-
ing stiffly, and looked uncomfortable.  Karen motioned for him to sit down,
and when he tried, Joe understood what his problem was.

"I've got to go back upstairs," said Karen, excusing herself.  "Dr. Krell
should be here any minute.  It's almost two."

"Well, how's it going Mike?," Joe asked.  He was trying to picture him on
the examining table with the stirrups.

"Don't ask.  You wouldn't believe what they did to me upstairs," Mike said. 
He seemed to be in very low spirits.  Joe could imagine why.

"If it's the pelvic exam, I had one this morning, and I know what you mean. 
The pain has just recently wore off for me," Joe said, trying to make Mike
feel like he was not alone in this.

"Joe, Dr. Hopkins said it looked like I was a completely functional female,"
Mike went on.  "He said it's possible I might even have periods.  He stuck a
thing, sort of a stretching tool, into my vagina.  My VAGINA!  I've got a
vagina.  Can you believe it?  He even said I had an intact hymen.  On top of
all this, I'm a virgin!"  Mike was so shaken, it looked like he might cry.

Joe did not know what to do to help his friend.  He thought about what Dr.
Krell told him about gender reassignment.  Maybe, for Mike, it would be the
thing to do.  He knew Dr. Krell would know what would be the best for Mike. 
He touched Mike's shoulder, and Mike looked at him.  Tears were welling in
his eyes.

"Joe, I just can't be a woman.  I just CAN'T!  Look at you.  You LOOK like a
woman!  A good looking one, too.  I don't even look like an ugly woman," he
moaned.

"Did Dr. Hopkins have any thoughts as to why your body has stayed masculine
looking?," Joe asked.

"Yeah, he did," Mike said.  "He looked at me... at my cock... my vagina... I
guess... and he asked me if I have been taking anabolic steroids."

"Did you?," Joe asked, knowing the answer before he heard it.

"Joe, I was careful," Mike said.  "I didn't take too many.  Just enough
shots to get my pecks in shape.  I never thought... Hell, who would?  I
never thought that it would make me look like a man when I changed into a
GIRL!  Joe, I didn't know.  I just didn't know."  Mike was almost pleading
with him.

"Mike, don't worry," Joe said.  "I think you'll find Dr. Krell can help.  I
don't know how just yet, but I'm sure he can help."

"Can he change you back into a guy?," Mike asked.

"Well, for me, he recommended that I stay this way, at least until we can
figure out what caused it.  For you, maybe he'll recommend something else. 
You look a lot more like a guy than I do, now," Joe said honestly.

"Yeah, a guy who has periods.  A guy with a cunt.  Joe, he's just GOTTA help
me!," Mike pleaded.

Joe looked down the hall, and saw Jim Matheney walking their way.  "Well,
here it goes," he thought.  He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and tried
in vain to arrange the tank top so that his boobs would not be so obvious.

Suddenly, Jim Matheney realized who it was, sitting there on the couch.  He
recognized Mike first, but his eyes did a double take when he saw the other
person, one of his engineers, maybe his best pilot, sitting there, wearing
women's clothes, and did he see it right, he even looked like a woman.

No doubt about it, Joe Bates looked like a woman.  He seemed much smaller,
especially sitting next to the big technician, Mike.  "Holy cow!," Jim
thought.  "He's got knockers, and everything.  What's going on here, any-
way?"

"Hi Jim," Joe said, breaking the awkward silence, as Jim stared at him, his
eyes wide, and his mouth speechless.

"Joe, what the hell is going on here?," Jim asked.  "Mike what's the matter
with you?  Where's Dave?"  He was overwhelmed with what he saw.

Joe tried to give a quick explanation, saying, "Well, Jim, we don't know
what's happened, exactly.  Me, Dave, and Mike here, seem to have received
some kind of chromosomal damage, or something.  Our genes have been changed
somehow, so that we're all females now, at least genetically."  He was care-
ful about what he said in front of Mike.  He did not want him to break down
again.

"Females?  What do you mean females?," Jim asked.

"Women... Girls... You know," Joe explained.  "Damn it, Jim!  Look at me! 
This ain't some kind of costume.  We've undergone some kind of transforma-
tion or something.  When I woke up Friday, I looked like this, and I guaran-
tee it was much more of a surprise for me then, than it is for you now."

"All three of you?  What caused it anyway?," Jim asked.

"Well, that's what we're trying to find out," Joe replied.  "Since it hap-
pened to us three on the GPS test program, it must have something to do with
the Learjet, or somewhere we went in it.  Damn if I can figure it out."

"So, you're telling me you've all become females?  Then what about you
Mike?," Jim asked.

Before Mike could say anything, Joe broke in.  "Mike has changed too," Joe
explained, "but mostly internally.  His secondary characteristics just
haven't developed."  He voiced what was his best guess, not wanting to bring
up the steroids.

"Jim, there's something wrong with that damn Lear," Mike said loudly.  "Look
what it's done to us.  You gotta find out what's causing it.  The company's
gotta help us get back to normal."

"Mike, if Honeybone is at fault, they'll do everything possible to help you. 
How do you know it's the Lear, anyway?," Jim asked.

"Jim, us three were the only one's working the ground tests with the port-
able transmitter," Joe reasoned.

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  "We were all on the airplane for the touch
and go's too.  It has to have something to do with the Lear, or where the
Lear went, on Thursday."  

"Where did you take the damn thing?," Jim asked.

"We hardly got out of the pattern," Joe answered.  "I know for sure we never
got more than eight DME from Deer Valley."  Deer Valley airport was north of
Phoenix and was where the Learjet was based.

"What can we do?," Jim said.  "How do you think we can test it?  I wouldn't
want to be the pilot on this one."

"I don't know how we can do it," Joe replied.  "Maybe somebody here has some
ideas.  I don't know what we gotta do, but I don't think anyone should fly
the Lear till we figure out what's going on."

"Yeah, but don't worry, when the guy's find about this, I don't think I
could drag anybody into that airplane," Jim agreed.

"Jim, I don't know what's going to happen, but it's just possible that we're
stuck like this.  What's you're opinion on what Honeybone will do about
it?," Joe asked.

"Damn, Joe, I don't know," Jim answered.  "I never heard of anything like
this.  I do think that they should do everything possible.  They will, if I
have anything to do about it.  What do you want Honeybone to do, Joe?"

"I don't know," Joe said.  "I know I look different, but I just hope that
the company doesn't decide that I would be better off unemployed."

"If Honeybone is at fault here, I'll raise all kind's of hell if they try to
get rid of any of you," Jim said.  He meant it, too.

Doctor Krell, followed closely by Dave Skinner, came through the door at the
end of the hall.  Jim turned around and watched as his other pilot/engineer
came down the hall.  Dr. Krell held out his hand to Jim.

"Mr. Matheney, I'm Benjamin Krell.  I guess you see what kind of situation
your guys are in," the little doctor said.

"What's causing this, doc?," Jim asked.  "What can be done about it?"  Jim
Matheney was a problem solver, and he was used to getting things done, not
just talking about it.

"It is a difficult problem," Dr. Krell said.  "I know of nothing, no phe-
nomena, which can cause this.  It seems as though their bodies chromosomes
have been altered.  We have just started the analysis, and that's all we
have so far.  I will have to look at the results of the other physical ex-
aminations, but I know that Joe here, has the total outward appearance of a
normal female."

"Can you correct or reverse this thing?," Jim asked.

"I don't know," Dr. Krell answered.  "I don't see how, but I really need to
study the problem some more.  I'd like to see what you have at work, what
they were operating in the Learjet airplane.  I'd also like to get them to
my clinic in San Diego where I can run more tests, and where we have more
people skilled in this area."

"If you need to go to San Diego, then get over there," Jim said.  "Joe, you
can take the 421 if you want.  Nobody's using it, and there is nothing
scheduled on it for the rest of the month.  Can you still fly?"

"I don't know why not, Jim," Joe answered.  "Maybe I look like a woman now,
but I haven't had the urge to sit home and bake cookies, or anything like
that.  If course I can still fly."  Just the question rankled Joe a bit.

"Sorry Joe, I didn't mean to offend you," Jim apologized.  "It's a little
difficult to comprehend that you're the same person.  You sure look a lot
different."

"It's okay, Jim," Joe said.  "I know I look different.  I feel different
too, but inside, it's still me.  I'd sure appreciate it if you'd try to
treat us the same as before, much as possible anyway.  It's hard enough to
get used to this, without every body treating us like we were entirely dif-
ferent people.  Our bodies have changed, but our brains are the same."  He
hoped that was true.  He was starting to have doubts.

"Joe, can we get you over to San Diego tomorrow?," Dr. Krell asked.  "I'd
like all three of you there, if possible.  I have called, and we can begin
running tests in the afternoon, if possible."

"What about the Lear?," Joe asked.  He wanted to know what caused this to
happen to him.

"I'd like to go over to where the airplane is later this afternoon," Dr.
Krell answered.  "Maybe we can figure out a way to run some experiments on
it.  I'll need to see what you are talking about.  You won't have to be in-
volved in that, however.  Some of my people, and maybe Mr. Matheney here,
can do that.  I want to find out the extent of your symptoms, as soon as
possible."

"If Dave and I fly the 421 to San Diego, we might get checked by the Fed's,"
Joe said.  "What do you think they'd say about us?  Our tickets still have
an M in the sex column."

"I'll call Fred, and get an opinion from him," Jim answered.  "Maybe he can
make a decision himself, or can call Oklahoma City."  They both had a low
opinion of their FAA representatives ability to deal new situations.

"Well, I've got to get back to my office," Dr. Krell said.  "Dave, I think
they're about ready for you upstairs."

Joe looked at Dave.  He saw that Mike look at him too.  They both knew what
was in store for their friend.  Dave just looked at both of them, with a
confused look on his face.  Mike and Joe just grinned smugly.  Dave followed
Dr. Krell into his office.  Mike sat down on the couch, and began squirming
around trying to get comfortable.  Jim saw him wincing, and asked what his
problem was.

"Well, ah... I ah... Jim... Well, you see," Mike stammered, "they have this
stainless steel tool.  It looks kind of like a safety wire pliers with
spoons on the end.  Well, they take this thing, and they put it inside you,
and they open it up.  I'll tell you, you wouldn't want to try it."  Mike,
with his face red with embarrassment, tried to describe his pelvic exam.

"You had one of those, Mike?," Jim said, eyeing the big guy carefully. 
"You've changed that much too?  I didn't know... I didn't realize you had
changed that much.  You look pretty much the same."

"I'm not the same, Jim," Mike said, a bit of sarcasm creeping into his
voice.  "I'm not the same.  You should see what I look like without this
stuff on.  I may still look like a guy, but right now I don't feel like one. 
Right now, it feel's like my balls were cut off with a dull knife.  Hell, it
kinda looks like it too."

"Well, if there is any thing that can be done, it will be done," Jim promis-
ed.

Joe, Mike and Jim sat outside Dr. Krell's office for about forty five min-
utes.  Dr. Krell had taken Dave upstairs after interviewing him.  He came
down alone about thirty minutes later, and went into his office.  About ten
minutes after that, Karen brought a stiff walking Dave Skinner back down,
and took him into Dr. Krell's office.  She came back out alone, and sat down
on the couch with the three of them.  Joe introduced Karen to the others. 
He did not mention her past.

"This is Dr. Krell's nurse, and assistant, Karen Simpson.  Among her other
talents, she's an instrument pilot," Joe added.

Karen said hello to each of them, and asked Joe what he was doing later. 
Joe looked at Jim.

"I guess we're going to look at the Lear, to see what, or how we can try to
find out what happened," Jim said.  "We'll have to wait for Dr. Krell's
word."

"Would you like to come along?," Joe asked.  He liked to be around Karen.

"Yeah, I would," Karen answered.  "This whole thing is so bizarre.  I'd like
to know what caused it myself."

She remained sitting on the couch.  It was obvious that she was waiting for
Dave to finish with Dr. Krell also.  Finally, the door opened, and a long
faced Dave skinner came out.  Dr. Krell was right behind him.

"Would it be possible to see this airplane, and the equipment they were us-
ing?," Dr. Krell asked.

"I'm ready to go, whenever you want," Jim answered.

"Dr. Krell, if you have no objections, Joe's invited me to come along, and
I'd sure like to," Karen asked.

"Sure, Karen.  It might be helpful to have you along anyway," Dr. Krell
said.

They all followed Jim out, but when they got to the parking lot, they stop-
ped to decide how to split up.

"Dr. Krell, I have a company Ford sedan, and it will hold four, or five,
easily," Jim said.

"I'll take Joe, and follow you," Karen said quickly.

"Mike, you and Dave want to ride with us?," Jim asked.

"Sure, why not?," Mike answered.  He and Dave followed them to the Ford in
the public lot.  Joe followed Karen to her car, in the employee lot.

Karen and Joe were out first, and they headed straight for Deer Valley air-
port.  When they came down the road near the field, Joe pointed out the han-
gar, and Karen drove right up to it.  Joe was getting nervous again, as he
knew there was a guard on duty who knew him as a male.  He did not have his
company ID, and he did not want to have to explain his problem to the guard
anyway.  He suggested that they wait for Jim to arrive with the others, in
the Ford.

Before long, Jim drove up, and parked next to the white Toyota.  Joe and
Karen got out, and went over to the others.  They went to the gate, and Jim
showed his badge to the person in the guard shack.  The guard handed them a
clipboard, and asked them to sign in.  Joe quickly signed his name, and
hoped that the guard would not look at their names.  He was wrong.

"Joe?  Joe Bates?  We have somebody here by that name," he said.  When Dave,
and Mike signed on, he looked at them carefully.  Joe did not say anything,
and neither did the others.  They quickly walked through the gate, and into
the hanger.

"There's the Lear," Jim said, mainly for Dr. Krell's information.  They wal-
ked over to the sleek aircraft, and Joe spun the handle, and opened the two
piece door.  He peered inside.  "What's in here that could have caused this
to happen?," he thought.  He looked around at the test gear that was attach-
ed to the seat tracks.

"I believe there is a portable transmitter, or something?," Dr. Krell asked.

"Yeah, that's over in the lab," Joe answered.  "We can go look at that if
you like."

"I believe it may be something worth looking into," Dr. Krell said.  "I have
heard that high power radio energy can cause cell damage, and there is very
little information compiled about how it effects the chromosomes."

"Well, it would be easy to set up, and operate, but how would we test it?,"
Jim said.  "We have a cage back at the plant, that we could isolate the RF
from everybody.  Maybe we should try that."

They walked passed the Cessna 421.  Karen walked over to one of the engines,
and ran her hand down the leading edge of a prop blade.

"How long since you've flown?," Joe asked.

"Almost four years," Karen said.  "I've never renewed my medical since I
started on hormones.  I guess I do miss it a little."

"Maybe you could come along the San Diego," Jim said.  "I'll get you a time
in this thing if you want."

"Wouldn't miss it if I can get away," Karen said.  "I'll have to ask Dr.
Hopkins."

"Well, if you can get away, I'd like it if you could come along," Joe said. 
He liked having Karen around.

Jim and Dr. Krell discussed the possible ways they could run tests on the
equipment.  The possibility of using animals was considered.  Dr. Krell said
he'd have to study the idea, since he was not familiar with that type of
testing.  He said he would consult some of his colleagues.

Finally, they were finished looking at the aircraft and equipment.

"Let's go talk to the guys in the lab," Jim said.  "I'll show you the trans-
mitters."

Joe, Karen, Mike, and Dave all followed Jim, and Dr. Krell into one of the
labs located in the rooms on the sides of the big hanger.  They went in, and
saw the yellow painted chassis which contained the relatively low powered
test transmitters used to functional test the new GPS navigation receivers.

"How close to the antenna are you, during ground tests?," Dr. Krell asked.

"Well, as close as a few feet, to as far as a mile," Mike said.  The opera-
tion of the transmitters was his area of expertise.

"How can we test this in a controlled environment?," Dr. Krell asked.

"Back at the plant we have a radiation containment room, a type of wire
cage," Jim answered.  "Little or no radio energy escapes from the cage."

"I think that's what we should use to test the transmitter," Dr. Krell said. 
"Since we are unsure of the area of danger, it would be best to contain it
completely."

"We'll bring a transmitter to the plant tomorrow," Jim said.  "How can we
test this?  Don't we need a test case, a volunteer?"

"I'm not sure yet," Dr. Krell said.  "I can get access to some animal sub-
jects, and I think we should start there.  If it happens that it seems to be
the transmitters which cause the cell changes, and I would suspect that it
is.  I think we could easily get human volunteers if it was likely that they
might result in changes like those on Joe here."

Joe blushed as everyone looked at him.  It was probably true, if there were
others like Karen, this machine could be the answer to their prayers.  An
operational "Instant Sex Change" machine would surely be a revolutionary
piece of hardware.  A far greater technological advance than the GPS Naviga-
tion Program.  Unfortunately, he was perhaps a victim of this new discovery,
and might have to live the rest of his life with the result.

"I think we should call the Feds," Joe said.  "I want to know if I'm legal
when I fly.  I'm worried when I drive, and if me and Dave have to go to San
Diego tomorrow, I want to know what my status is."

"Well, let's call Fred," Jim said.  Fred was the FAA GADO Rep, which dealt
closely with Honeybone.

They went into the empty flight planning office and picked up the phone. 
Fred Holms office number was on the quick dialer.  He answered almost im-
mediately.

"Fred, we seem to have a little problem that we need an opinion on," Jim
said.  "Three of my guy's seem to have received some kind of cell change or
something, and we think it might be something we're doing here on the GPS
project.  We don 't yet have any proof of that yet, but we'd like to run
some tests on it.  We have a Dr. Krell who specializes in chromosomal prob-
lems, and he'd like out people to come to his office in San Diego.  I'd like
to let them go in the 421, but they aren't sure what the FAA's feeling are
on things like this."

Jim stopped talking for an instant, as he listened to what the FAA man was
saying.

"Yeah, it's my two pilot/engineers, Joe Bates, and Dave Skinner," He said. 
"Well, it's kinda weird.  They seem to have changed sex or, at least they
look like it."

Jim waited, as the man on the other end did something that took a few min-
utes.

"No, they haven't been taking any drugs, or hormones, or anything like
that," Jim said.  "I don't think so anyway."  Jim looked at Joe, and Dave,
who shook their heads to the negative.

"No, they haven't had surgery, or anything like that either," Jim said into
the phone.  "They have just come from Hillcrest were they were given a clean
bill of health.  There don't seem to be any health problems at all, it's
just that they have undergone some unusual changes.  They both look sort of
like they've changed into females.  That's all we know.  so far."

"Yeah, that's all.  We've just turned into women.  That's all," Joe thought. 
"It's a lot different to say it, than to have it happen to you."

"Sure their medicals are current," Jim said.  "Yeah, I can give them a quick
check ride.  I know that they don't have any physical problems."  Jim was a
flight instructor, as was Joe, but he was also a designated flight examiner.

"Okay, sounds reasonable to me," Jim said.  He hung up the phone.

"Fred says that if you two haven't been taking any drugs or other prescrip-
tion chemicals, and haven't been subjected to any major surgery, he can't
find anything in the books to keep you from being legal," Jim said.  "He
suggested I give each of you a check ride.  He said that a note from your
doctor would be necessary to get your ticket changed, and to present at your
next physical."

"Well, that sound's unbelievably easy," Joe said.

"I'll give you the papers you need tomorrow, at my office," Dr. Krell said.

"If you have an hour, right now, I'll take both of you up in the 421, and
make a logbook entry," Jim said.

"Can you wait?," Joe looked at Karen.

"Sure, no problem," said the tall nurse

Joe and Dave took the little tug, and pulled the 421 out of the hanger.  Joe
went to the phone and called the fuel truck to top off the tanks, as Dave
started the pre-flight inspection.

When they were ready, the three of them boarded the little twin.  Jim sat in
one of the passenger seats, as Joe and Dave adjusted the crew seats to their
new proportions.  Soon the engines were started, and they taxied out to the
run-up area .  They checked the piston engines, and called the tower for
takeoff clearance.  Jim told them to remain in the traffic pattern.

Jim sat on the left, and made the first takeoff, and landing.  Then Dave go
the chance to show his capability.  Then Jim asked that they set the left
engine to minimum thrust, and Joe made a simulated single engine landing. 
Dave also demonstrated he could still fly the 421 on one engine, and then
they returned to the Honeybone hanger.

"Nothing wrong with your ability to fly," was all Jim said.  They both had
their flight bags in their lockers, and they presented their logbooks to
Jim, who made an entry as suggested by the FAA rep.

When they had the 421 chocked in the hanger, they were ready to return to
the hospital.  Jim took Dr. Krell, Dave and Mike along in the Ford sedan,
while Joe again rode back with Karen.  When they arrived back at the hospi-
tal, Karen parked the car and they walked in.

"Let me find Dr. Hopkins, and see if I can take a few days off," she said. 
"I don't think there will be any problem.  He has three assistants, and I
usually just answer the phones."

It was about four thirty by the time they had talked to Dr. Hopkins, and
made an appointment to meet with Dr. Krell and his staff, in San Diego, to-
morrow at noon.  Dr. Krell suggested that they plan on remaining in Califor-
nia for at least two days.  Jim said it would be no problem for them to take
the plane, and keep it as long as they needed it.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning, about eleven," Dr. Krell said. 
"I'll probably leave here tonight."

Karen, Joe, Dave, Mike, and Jim walked to the parking lot.  They discussed
the plans for the trip in the morning.  Dave and Joe decided to meet at the
hanger about six o'clock.  The rest could arrive about seven, or seven thir-
ty.  Jim said he could not go tomorrow morning, but if they wanted him
there, he'd come up in the afternoon.  They said they could not think of any
reason why he'd have to be there, but they'd call if they needed him.  That
seemed to satisfy him.  To Joe, Jim seemed to be worried about the liability
that Honeybone might incur with all this, and especially what Mr. Mayer
might think about it.  Mayer was Jim's supervisor, the VP of operations. 
Joe asked him about it.

"I talked to Mayer on the phone," Jim said.  "He said that I should do
everything I could to help figure out what was going on.  He was worried
about you guy's too.  Don't worry, Joe, the company is going to help you
with this."  Jim put his hand on Joe's shoulder, but quickly pulled it away
when he felt it's feminine softness.

"Thanks, Jim," Joe said.  "I appreciate your concern.  I don't know what's
going to become of this, but I appreciate your concern, and I appreciate
what the company is doing to help."

"What you got planned for the evening, Joe?," Karen asked.

"I don't know," Joe answered.  "I guess Linda is home by now, I'll have to
tell her I'll be out of town for a couple of days.  I guess I'll have to get
some things to take along.  It looks like I'm gonna be this way for a while,
so I guess I better invest in some more girl stuff."  A funny grin formed on
his face as he talked.

Joe looked over at Dave, and said, "What about you, pal?  Are you going to
need some things if you're going to be away for a couple of days?"

"Yeah, I guess I do," Dave answered.  "I'll get Cindy to help me find some-
thing.  I'd like her to come along to San Diego, but I guess she'll have to
stay home with the kids."

"If you want to go with me, give me a call," Joe said.  "I'm staying at Lin-
da's house, at least for now."  If he was to stay a woman, it might be best
if he moved away from Linda.

"I wouldn't mind if you came over, maybe about six, or six thirty," Joe
said.  "We can go to the mall and get something to eat.  Linda might want to
come along.  I'd like you to meet her."

Joe went to his car, and Dave go in with him.  They drove to Dave's house. 
Dave did not say much, until they were almost to his house.

"Joe, Dr. Krell said that I was a genetic woman now, and that he knew of
nothing that could make me a functioning, normal male again," Dave said.

"Yeah, I figured he did," Joe said.  "That's the same thing he told me.  He
said that any operation to make me a male wouldn't be acceptable to me, and
that he thought it would be best for me to remain the way I am, until they
can find a way to reverse the process, or just get used to being a woman."

"Basically the same thing he told me," Dave said.  "I told him I was a mar-
ried man, and I just couldn't buy some dresses and get on with a new life. 
Dr. Krell said he wasn't sure how to handle my problem, but he would look
into it, and h e would get therapy for me.  I told him therapy wouldn't help
me to sleep with my wife.  It wouldn't explain to my son why his daddy was
now a woman.  He didn't have any answers to help me at all."

"I guess they haven't had a situation like your's before," Joe said, "but
Dr. Krell is pretty wise, he might be able to come up with something that
will help you."

They pulled into Dave's driveway, and Dave got out.  "I'll see you in the
morning," Dave said, the frown momentarily turning to a tiny smile as he
said bye to his pal.

Joe drove to Linda's house.  When he pulled in back, he saw Linda's car in
the drive.  Joe got out of his car, and walked into the house.  Linda was
sitting at the table in the dining area, going over some paperwork.  She
still wearing the clothes she put on that morning.  Joe walked up to the
chair she was sitting on, and put his hands on her shoulders.  He started to
massage her neck.  She leaned back, and putting her head back, looked up at
Joe.

"Hi there," she said, almost purring as Joe rubbed her neck and soft shoul-
ders.

"Hi," Joe said.  She looked so sexy, and he could see her black teddy
through the neck of her suit.

"Did you find anything out today?," Linda asked.

"Well, I guess I did," Joe said.  "I found out that I'm genetically a woman
which is what I already suspected."

"Can they help you get back?," she asked.

"They recommend that I stay like this at least until they can figure out
what has caused it, and can try to reverse the process.  That's all the hope
they can provide," Joe said.  "So I guess I'll be a girl, for a while any-
way.  I gotta try to get used to it."

"We can make the best of it," Linda said.  "I think it will be okay, even if
they don't ever find a way to make you a male again."

"Dave Skinner, and Mike Osborn have the same problem," Joe said.  "They were
with me in the Lear Thursday, and they found the same symptoms when they
woke up Friday."

"You mean that you're not the only one changed like this?," Linda asked,
amazed.

"That's right, and Dave is married, with two kids.  He's really got a prob-
lem," Joe replied.  "Mike Osborn, you've never met him, Mike has changed
too, but he's a muscle builder, and was taking steroids.  Now, he's female
internally, but he still looks like a guy.  Compared to my problem, it's
really a bad situation."

"I've got to go to San Diego in the morning.  Dave, Mike and I will fly over
in the 421.  A Specialist named Dr. Benjamin Krell has a clinic, or some-
thing there, and he wants us to come over so he can examine us," Joe said.

"When do you have to leave?," Linda asked.

"I've got a six o'clock show," Joe said.

"Will you need anything?  How long will you be staying?," Linda asked.

"Well, I guess I should look through my things, and see if I have everything
I'll need," Joe said.  "If I'm going to stay this way, for a while at least,
I guess I can invest in some more clothes."  He knew Linda liked to shop
more than any thing else.

"You'll have to go to the mall then," Linda said.  "I have to finish this
paperwork.  It looks like I've got a buyer on that big place over on Canyon
Road."

"I've met a nurse," Joe said.  "She works for Dr. Hopkins, the Gynecologist
who examined me this morning.  She's coming over in a little while.  I'd
like you to meet her."  He hoped Linda would like Karen but he was not sure
how she would fee l about him having a woman as a friend.

"Oh, really?  I'd like to meet her," Linda said.  "If you don't mind, I'd
like to get out of these clothes, and into something more comfortable."

"Sure, good idea.  Karen should be here in about a half hour," Joe said.

Joe went to his room.  He looked through the few item of clothing he had. 
He wondered what he should take to San Diego.  He wondered what he should
wear when he flew the 421.  He had a Nomex flight suit in his locker at the
Honeybone hanger, but that would not fit now.  Besides, this was more of a
personal trip, than a work trip.  He seldom flew now, except as part of his
job.  He was instructing Jay so that he could get his instrument rating.  He
used Jay's plane for that.  Jay had a Mooney 201.  He used it to fly from
Phoenix to Tucson, Casa Grande, and other points around Arizona.  For that
an instrument rating was not really necessary, the weather was almost always
VFR, but since he bought the speedy little Mooney, Jay' s insurance took a
big hike, and he was advised to get his instrument rating.  Joe brushed off
his instructor ticket, and was getting Jay ready for his check ride.  Jay
let him use the speedy single whenever he wanted, but he seldom felt the
need to fly, except for work.  He decided he better call Jay, and tell him
what was happening.  He went to the phone by the bed, and lay down as he
punched in Jay's number.

Jay answered, "Hello."

"Jay, this is Joe.  What's up?," Joe asked.

"I was hoping you could tell me," Jay answered.

"Well, I do have a bit of news," Joe said.  "I saw a doctor today.  He con-
firmed what I already suspected.  I'm genetically a woman as well as physic-
ally.  I also found out that two of my crew on the Lear have also have the
same symptoms."

"They've turned into women too?," Jay asked, as if he could not believe it.

"Yeah," Joe answered.  "Dave Skinner, and Mike Osborn, have turned genetic-
ally female too.  We think maybe it's the GPS test transmitter which has
caused it.  Jim Matheney, and Dr. Krell are trying to set up some tests to
find out what and how it could cause such a thing.  It looks like Honeybone
is worried about a lawsuit, and is doing everything to help, and keep us
satisfied."

"Well, they better," Jay said.  "If they are responsible they better be wil-
ling to help all they can."  Jay was an attorney.

"They're going to do all they can, I think," Joe said.  "We have to go to
San Diego in the morning, to see specialists.  They will help us get our
records in order there too.  Dr. Krell say's he's familiar with this type of
problem since he deals with transsexual patients."

"Do you want me to go with you?," Jay asked.

"I don't think it will be necessary," Joe said.  "Unless you want to go
along."

"If you don't need me, I'd better stay here," Jay said.  "I've got plenty to
do, and I'll get behind if I go off to California with you, but if you feel
you need my assistance just call.  I can be there in a couple of hours."

"Since I don't know what they'll be doing with me, I don't think you need to
come along, at least this time," Joe said.

"Be sure to take all your license, birth certificates, and military re-
cords," Jay reminded him.

"Yeah, I'll have to go to my place to get them," Joe said.  "I don't know if
I should move back there, or what.  It's beginning to look like I'm going to
be like this for a while, maybe forever.  I don't know how to deal with Lin-
da, if that's the way it's going to be," He did not know how his buddy would
take the news either.

"They can't change you back?," Jay asked.

"Hell, they don't know how I got this way, much less know how to get me
back," Joe answered.  "They recommended that I don't resort to surgery, or
anything like that.  They said that would surely leave me disfigured if they
did find a way to change me back to a male, and recommended that I stay this
way until they examine all options.  I guess I'd better get used to being
like this."

"Well, try to make the best of it," Jay said.  "We'll have to get together
again, when you get back in a couple of days."

"Yeah, we will," Joe said.  The relationship was changing, between him and
Jay, and they both knew it.

"See you in a couple of days," Joe said, hanging up the phone.

He went back to his drawers to decide what he needed when he heard the door
bell.  "That must be Karen," he thought and went to the door.  He opened it,
and the tall attractive blonde came in.  She was wearing bright pink, sort
of florescent, shorts with a white top.  Out of her nurses uniform, she
looked even more attractive.

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