I am Baaack! Part 1

In retrospect, Rose could see how, starting with the "your-jocky-shorts-were-destroyed-by-the-washing-machine-why-don't-you-wear-a-pair-of-my-panties" bit and the "I-want-you-to-take-these-'vitamins'-to-increase-your-love making-stamina" bit, the two had gradually led a naive Ross to greater and greater degrees of feminization. But the panties HAD felt good, and the "vitamins" HAD made him feel good, and it HAD all been such good fun and good sex, that he had gone meekly to the slaughter and become a she, one of them: The three girlfriends!

Ha!

And everything was reversible, right?

Ha!

And then there was Dr. Adkins. He should have been suspicious of her right from the start. When he had gone to her, on Lou's recommendation, wondering what was happening with his suddenly sensitive chest and nipples, Lou had told him the results, saying the doctor had called her. No reputable doctor would discuss an adult's case with another person without the patient's permission. But Lou had been his friend; he had trusted Lou. Lou wouldn't steer him wrong, would she?

Ha!

He recalled the night they had playfully cajoled him into having his nails done, and had then wanted to make him up and he had finally rebelled. They had played the "We're-so-sorry-we-didn't-mean-to-hurt-you-we-were-just-having-a-bit-of-fun" card so well that he had felt like the lowest of the low, spoiling a fun night for his friends. So of course he had gone along with it, like he had gone along with everything else, because they were his very best friends and it was all for a bit of fun and sex.

Ha!

And before he knew it, he was a she in all but the strict biological sense. And "she", Rose, was loving it, being the girlfriend to and of such wonderful, kind, loving, beautiful ladies as Lou and Ed.

Ha!

Real time Rose realized she was sitting bolt upright in her chair with a white-knuckle grip on its arms. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths - but not too many; she wanted to keep the burn, hold on to the anger.