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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry - The Prequel (TG) [3/6]
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 03:10:05 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's part 3.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
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This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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While he sat there in a quandary, his body seemed to make the 
decision for him as his hand drifted closer and closer to Elizabeth. 
When he noticed it, he finally decided, "What the hell," and 
consciously reached to the she-male and stroked her massive mammaries.

Elizabeth moaned as her hands reached towards Sam's tits.  Sam tensed 
up just as her hands touched him, but as a wave of pleasure flooded 
his body, he relaxed and leaned into her hands.  Sam closed his eyes 
and moaned loudly, drowning out Elizabeth with his pleasure.  He 
didn't know how it happened (and surprisingly, didn't care) but when 
his wits came together, he and Elizabeth were openly kissing, each 
tonguing the other's mouth.  Sam found himself moving closer to 
Elizabeth, rubbing his body against hers, his tits to hers, even his 
cock against hers.  Suddenly, her body tensed, and convulsed.  Sam 
felt a smooth substance brush his cock in the water as she held him 
close to her.

They lay in the water in each other's arms until Elizabeth looked 
into Sam's eyes and said, "I owe you an orgasm."

As her hands reached to his tits, he protested, "That's really not necessary."

Elizabeth stifled him with a kiss and said, "Sam, shut up and let me 
pleasure you."  Sam quieted himself as her hands rubbed and stroked 
him, roaming his tits, arms, abdomen, and legs.  The only part of his 
body her hands didn't touch was his cock, and Sam was amazed when he 
tensed up and sprayed into the water.  When he was finished and had 
time (and the concentration) to think, he realized he had cum like a 
girl, with no direct touching of his genitalia.  Part of him was 
bothered by this, but part of him, a part he shoved down deep in his 
psyche, wanted more of the same.

Sam barely had time to ponder, before Elizabeth's foot found the 
chain on the bath plug, and she deftly pulled it from the drain.  She 
stood and helped him from the tub.  The quickly toweled each other 
off, and Elizabeth shyly asked, "Will you be staying the night?  You 
don't have to if you don't want to."

Sam remembered his promise to Elizabeth's wife, and said, "I'd like 
that," realizing only after he said it that that was what he'd like.

Elizabeth smiled, and, returning to big sister mode, hugged him in a 
non-sexual way.  "Let's go to bed."

Sam smiled, and started to walk out of the room with her, but then 
saw his dress on the floor and remembered what he had been told about 
it.  "I've got to wash my dress."

"Okay, I'll help."

"No, it's my job.  I want to be able to say I took care of it, if I'm 
asked about it tomorrow."

"Understandable, but have you ever hand-washed a dress before?"  Sam 
shook his head.  "Then you'll at least need an instructor and coach. 
Come on, I've got some mild detergent under the sink."

Sam was grateful for her help as she coached him through the 
procedure and helped him smooth out the dress as he hung it up.  Sam 
took his corset, and as he started to put it on, she asked what he 
was doing.  "Mistress instructed me to wear it to bed.  At least for 
the first few nights, she said."

Elizabeth helped him into it as she complimented him on his 
obedience.  As she helped him, he asked, "Milady?  If I may ask, why 
did you choose the name Elizabeth?"

"Actually, it was originally intended to be degrading.  One of the 
first things my wife threatened to do to me was lend me out to guys. 
After I whined that I didn't like guys, she said that since I was now 
a girl and only liked girls I must be a lesbian.  So she named me 
Lizzie the lezzie.  It just seemed right to keep it after I decided 
to make the change permanent."

After he was "dressed", he helped her into a frilly night gown, and 
they climbed into bed together, cuddled like long lost friends, and 
fell asleep.

It was the middle of the night when Sam sat upright in bed.  He was 
panting heavily.  Elizabeth murmured and woke.  When she noticed Sam 
shaking, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's just... some nightmares."

Elizabeth pulled him down beside her and said, "Tell big sister all about it."

Sam allowed himself to snuggle with her and said, "That's just it.  I 
don't remember.  I woke up a couple times with the cold sweats last 
night, but every time I try to remember why, I can't."

Elizabeth held him tight and said, "The nightmares.  I remember 
those. After I was transformed, I had nightmares of being raped.  Of 
having someone do to me what I had done to my wife."

Sam shivered and said, "But I've never raped anyone.  Alright, I may 
have been a chauvinist.  I admit that, but nothing so bad that I 
should be having nightmares so bad I can't remember them."

Sam started to cry as Elizabeth held him to her.  "It's okay.  It's 
okay, hun.  You go ahead and cry into big sister's shoulder."  Sam 
dissolved into a sobbing mass, and Elizabeth held him close 
throughout it.

When he was finished, she looked him in the eye, and asked, "Feel better?"

Sam wiped a tear out of his eye and said, "Yeah, I do.  Look at me. 
I'm bawling like a-"

"Like a girl?"

Sam gave her a disapproving glare, but when he saw that she was just 
teasing, he returned the tease by saying, "I don't know about that. 
I can't ever see you bawling like this, so it can't be that girlie."

Elizabeth gave Sam a quick kiss and said, "That's the sweetest thing 
you ever said."  Sam felt her hand on his dick.  "It deserves a 
reward."  Remembering what she had told him earlier, he reached for 
her dick.  She stopped him. "That's not necessary.  This is a 
freebie."

Surprising himself, he continued to reach for her.  "I don't mind." 
She started to protest, but Sam silenced her with a kiss. 
"Elizabeth, shut up and let me pleasure you."  Elizabeth noticed that 
he was using her own words on her and smiled.  They kissed delicately 
as each stroked the other to hardness.

When they were both hard, Elizabeth said, "Sam, there's something I'd 
like to do with you.  A pleasure I'd like to show you, but it may be 
a little more intimate than you're ready for."

Sam gulped.  "You don't want to... fuck me?  Do you?"

"No.  Well, yes, but that's not what I was thinking about.  Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

Elizabeth moved so that their dicks were touching.  The tip of his 
dick was touching just above her dick and her own was firmly nestled 
in the crook between her dick and balls.  She wrapped her hand around 
the twin poles.  "Now wrap your own hand around them and interlace 
your fingers with mine."

Sam did as he was told, and together they started to pump their 
cocks.  Sam looked to Elizabeth and kissed her.  He was soon 
overwhelmed with the intimacy and sexuality of the moment, and was 
madly bucking his hips against hers.  His own free hand found her 
breast and started to knead.  Responding to and mirroring his action, 
she found his tit and kneaded it.  Soon they both exploded together 
in orgasm.

After they calmed down, they cuddled and fell asleep together.

Sam woke up later, due to another nightmare he couldn't remember to 
find Elizabeth missing.  He sat up and looked around.  She walked 
into the room from the bathroom, her hair up in a bun.  "Oh, I'm 
sorry, did my leaving the bed wake you?"  Sam just made a kind of 
assenting sound which Elizabeth took as a yes.  "Sorry.  But since 
you're up anyways, can you help me into my corset?"

Sam got out of bed and helped secure her into the corset.  "Why don't 
you crawl back into bed and get another hour of sleep?  I have to be 
up early to get the kitchen ready."

Not wanting to risk more nightmares, but not wanting to bother 
Elizabeth, he lied, saying, "If I go to bed now, I'll never be able 
to get up in another hour."

As Elizabeth slipped on her panties, she said, "Well then, I guess 
you'd better stay up."  She pulled a new dress out of the closet. 
"Can you get me a new pair of stockings out of the dresser?  Third 
drawer."  Sam got a new pair of stockings for her and helped her into 
them, when she sat down.  "A looker, sweet, and helpful.  You know, 
Sam, if you're like this when you make your return to manhood, any 
woman would be pleased to have you for a boyfriend."

"Thanks."

As she pulled the dress on over her head, she said, "I mean it, Sam. 
A girl appreciates a little courtesy and TLC."  Sam just smiled as he 
zipped her up.  She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and as she slipped 
on her shoes, asked, "Sam, I...  I rarely ask anyone to do this more 
than once in a row, but my wife isn't due back till day after 
tomorrow and I was wondering..."

"If I'd stay another night with you?"  Elizabeth nodded shyly.  "I'd love to."

Elizabeth smiled.  As she walked to the door, Sam could almost see 
her change.  She looked back to him and said, in the stern voice of 
the head of the kitchen staff, "If you get posted to the kitchen, 
remember, it's not personal."

"Yes, milady."

After Elizabeth left, Sam quickly got dressed and returned to his 
room.  He waited for a half an hour before Linda walked in.  "Oh, 
hello, Sam.  I figured you'd still be in Elizabeth's room."

Perpetuating the lie, he said, "After spending the night with her, I 
found I couldn't sleep when she woke up."

"That's kind of sweet.  Come on.  Let's get you into a new corset and 
your new outfit."

They quickly dressed him in a new outfit (Sam found the maid's 
uniform more comforting, but definitely less flattering to his new 
figure), and went down to the kitchen.  Elizabeth was all business, 
acting as though nothing had happened last night.  Sam checked the 
breakfast, and, noticing that the toast seemed a little dark, 
mentioned it to Elizabeth.  She agreed and quickly had it replaced. 
Sam then took it out and served Mistress Elaine.

The morning went mostly the same as it had the day before, until 
shortly before Lunch.  A strange brunette walked in the kitchen.  Sam 
found that a little strange, but she smiled knowingly and put her 
finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.  Sam was about to say 
something when he noticed others smiling conspiratorially.  He 
watched in fascination as the woman walked right up behind Elizabeth, 
then goosed her.  Elizabeth jumped straight up and spun around.  When 
she saw who it was, she screamed, "Susie!" and hugged the woman to 
her.  After a few seconds, the embrace ended and Elizabeth said, 
"What happened?  You said you wouldn't be home for a couple days yet."

"The convention ended early, and I just couldn't stay away from you a 
moment later."

Elizabeth kissed her deeply, then said, "You know I love you?"  Susan 
nodded.  "Good.  Then get out of my kitchen."  As Susan smiled and 
walked away, Elizabeth playfully swatted her behind.

As Susan walked by Sam, she asked, "This the new girl?"

"Yes, now go!"

Susan looked him up and down.  "You were right, she's a looker."

Elizabeth pointed to the door.  "GO!"

Just before Susie left the room, she turned back to Elizabeth and 
said, "Now that I've met her, I'm doubly sure I'm right," and giggled 
and ducked out of the room as Elizabeth threw a dish towel at her.

Sam asked one of the girls he was working with (a woman with a pair 
of E cups), "What was that about?"

"Well, apparently, Susan has the ability to tell whether or not a 
person is going to stay just by talking to them.  My guess is she 
thinks you're going to stay a woman."

Sam continued to stir the pot of soup he was working on.  "Not bloody likely."

"Okay."

"What?  She's never been wrong?  Nobody she's ever thought would stay 
a woman left here a man?"

"Oh, sure."

"There you go."

"But every last one of them was back within a couple weeks begging 
Mistress to change them back into a woman."

"Well, not me."

The woman gave him a knowing smile and just tended her vegetables.

Later that day, shortly after Lunch, Elizabeth pulled him aside, and 
said, "Sam, I know I asked you to spend the night, and if you still 
want to spend the night, you're welcome to come, but..."

"But your wife is back in town after a brief separation and you'd 
like to spend it alone with her."

Elizabeth nodded.  "Do you mind?  Susie's told me that you're welcome 
any time if you want to spend the night."

"I don't mind.  You and your wife have a great night together."

Elizabeth gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek, and ran back to the 
kitchen.  Sam took a brief break to cry in the bathroom.

***************

ONE WEEK LATER...

Sam had spent the entire week working the kitchen in the morning, and 
going from post to post in the afternoon, learning the entire house 
from stem to stern.  He found he liked most of the work.  His one 
problem was the nightmares, always waking him up two or three times a 
night, and always slipping away as he awoke.

Finally, one morning, he was about to take Mistress's food to her, 
when Elizabeth stopped him.  He asked why, but she just stared at 
him, and said, "Stay here.  Stay right here!" and walked out to the 
dining area.  Sam froze in place, afraid to move, and wondering what 
he had done.  Soon Elizabeth returned, and said, "Mistress wishes to 
speak with you."  Sam picked up the tray, but she said, "Leave the 
food."

Sam set the tray down and walked out to the dining room.  "You called 
for me, ma'am?"

"Sit down, Samuel."  Sam sat down.  "Sam, I've been getting some 
complaints about you."

Sam gulped.  "What complaints, ma'am?  I assure you, I shall endeavor 
to correct my behavior."

"Yes, I'm sure you will, and that's part of the enigma."

"Ma'am?"

"Sam, when the mistakes first started rolling in, I thought you were 
reverting to type.  It's happened before.  A man tries extra hard 
when first transformed in hopes that I'll show some favoritism and 
change him back, but upon learning that I won't goes right back to 
being his old chauvinistic self.

"But that didn't happen with you.  All the girls say you have been 
nothing but the most pleasant, most cordial, most... well, feminine 
person.  They also say that if anybody points out the mistakes you 
make, you will, without prompting, double your workload to make up 
for it.  Now, Elizabeth comes out here and tells me that you almost 
let runny eggs get by you, and asks me to intercede to find out 
what's wrong.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get Elizabeth to notice 
anything other than the kitchen when she's working?  Oh, if she'd've 
come out here and said that she'd had to punish you for missing it, 
that I could understand.  But she comes out here and asks for 
intercession.  Not if you'd been reverting to your old type.

"So tell me.  What's wrong?"

"I...  I don't know what to say, ma'am.  Only to say that I promise 
to do better from now on."

Mistress Elaine took Sam's chin in hand and turned his face from side 
to side.  She seemed to consider him for a few seconds, before 
finally asking, "Are the nightmares over with?"  When Sam let a brief 
look of shock pass his face, she said, "That's it, isn't it?"  Sam 
lowered his head and nodded.  "I told you to come to me if they 
continued for more than a few days.  So what's happening in them?"

Almost crying, Sam said, "I don't know, Mistress.  I still can't 
remember them."

"Still?  Alright, that's it.  Sam, I want you to return to your room 
and rest there today.  You may stop by the library and pick up a few 
books if you'd like.  But you're to take the day off."

"But what of my workload, Mistress?"

"The girls will understand.  You've made quite an impression on my 
staff, and all are very concerned for you.  Now, back to your room."

"Yes, ma'am."

Sam stopped by the library and picked up some law books (Mistress had 
a large library with a large selection of all types of books) and 
returned to his room.  He spent the day reading, and occasionally 
falling asleep, only to be awakened shortly thereafter by more 
nightmares.

It was around 7 that evening when he heard a knock on his door.  "Come on in."

The door opened and Mistress Elaine walked in.  "Good evening, Samuel."

"Mistress."

Sam started to rise, but Mistress halted him with a gesture.  She sat 
down beside him and said, "Sam, I've been talking with the girls, and 
the more I talk, the more I'm convinced that your problem is not a 
reversion to chauvinism.  You have been kind, considerate, and, 
although not outgoing, neither have you been selfish with your 
affections."

Sam blushed, "Sex, you mean?"

"Sex is included, but you also have been free with kisses and hugs 
and the more subtle expressions of affections."

"Well, it only seemed fair.  Everybody was always so nice with me."

"That's what I'm talking about.  Most men get so focused on their own 
problems in looking like a woman that they only think of themselves, 
if they're even willing to try sex as a woman.  But you, you're 
willing to give as much as you get."

"So what is my problem?"

"I think I know, but you're not going to like my analysis."

Sam shuddered and said, "Go ahead, please.  Anything must be better than this."

She put her hand kindly on his.  "Sam, I've done a poll of the ladies 
in the house whom you've slept with.  You have fondled tits, ass, 
cocks, and, surprisingly even given and accepted blow jobs.  The one 
thing you haven't done, is fucked or been fucked."

Sam gulped audibly.  "So?"

"So I think you like what you have done, and you're afraid to take 
what you consider that last step because you're afraid of what it 
might mean to you."

"So what's the solution?"

"A solution I hesitate to use.  I don't like the principle involved."

"What?"

"Sam, you have to take that final step.  You have to accept a dick up 
your ass."

Sam backed up away from her, trying to retreat across the bed.  "NO!" 
he screamed.

She grabbed him by the arm and said, "Samuel!  Stop!"  He tried to 
pull away, but she was surprisingly strong.  "Samuel, if I must, I 
will call in some of the girls to restrain you!  Now stop!"  Sam 
froze in place.  "You have your choice.  This can be done face to 
face or with you on your hands and knees."

Not wanting to face what was going to happen next, Sam said, "I'll be 
on my hands and knees."

"Turn over."

Sam got on his hands and knees.  "Who will be doing this to me?"

"I will."

"You?  With a dildo?"

"No.  Like my staff, I, too am a result of my biochemical know-how." 
Sam was utterly surprised.  In the entire time he had worked here, he 
had never even considered Mistress as being a she-male, as being 
anything less than a full woman.  Sam looked over his shoulder, 
curious.  Mistress had her dress lifted and he could see her stroking 
her member to hardness.  As she moved closer to him, he closed his 
eyes and tensed up.  He felt her hands stroking his hips and abdomen. 
"Relax, Samuel, don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to 
be."

Sam tried to relax, but the tension was still there as Mistress 
forced her way into his ass.  Sam felt the pain of penetration and 
tried even harder, but the more he tried, the worse it got. 
Thankfully, Mistress seemed to understand, and she used her hands to 
roam his body, stroking legs, abs, breast, even his dick, and, 
despite himself, Sam found himself relaxing into it, even helping. 
They moved together, Sam finding himself moaning in pleasure, 
eventually exploding in orgasm together.

After they were finished and Sam had recovered he collapsed on the 
bed, sobbing into his pillow.  Mistress Elaine understood the 
feelings the others had towards Sam as she felt a desire to take Sam 
in her arms and hold him, but she knew that he needed to be alone 
with his thoughts, and silently left the room.

Sam fell asleep sobbing and dreamed strange, disturbing dreams, 
dreams that were really long buried memories.  For, you see, Samuel 
Nevada had a secret.  A secret so hidden even he didn't know about 
it.  A secret Sam was about to face...

*************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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