cups and handed one to Chris. "Have some coffee," she offered as the nurse departed. She sipped at her cup, watching Chris closely as he accepted. "Did you know you have a very nice girlish figure, my dear. And you move and have the manners and deportment of a well-bred young lady, too."

"Well, then something must have been done to me!" he insisted. "You knew I would have to live this way, but that doesn't explain what has happened to my body. I don't think I should have changed so much into a girl simply by living here." He sipped at his own coffee angrily, burning his tongue on the slightly bitter liquid. Dr. Brown arrived as she was about to answer. "Oh, good morning, Hazel. Some coffee?" she asked, saw the accepting nod, and filled the remaining cup. Then she turned back to Chris. "Yes, of course, my dear," she consoled, "you know very well that I knew you would have to outwardly become as much a girl as possible. We've already had this conversation, remember? And I think you are fulfilling your end of the agreement admirably. In fact, you have surpassed all our expectations." Dr. Brown nodded agreement. that so bad?"

"Is

"Well, no, " he blushed. "You could have told But it still doesn't account for my body changing!"

me!

"Some more coffee?" She refilled his half-empty cup. "My dear Chrissy, you should have read those contracts you signed more carefully. The details of your dress code and behaviour were explicitly stated in great detail. We can get them if you wish to read through them now?"

Chris shook his head. "No, that won't be necessary. That's over and done with and I'm stuck with the here and now. What I really want to know is what is happening to me?" Into his

mind flashed the image in the mirror that morning

of his naked, very feminine body, enlarged breasts, high and firm, thin waist and wide hips and thighs, and the abundant auburn waves framing his face.

"We merely

Dr. Brown broke her long silence. helped you out, Chrissy," she announced. "You what?" he whispered as deep undefined suspicions formed in his mind. "Do you

"We helped you out," she repeated. recall when you passed out that time in your office and woke up in the hospital."

He nodded.

Andrea interrupted. "While you were unconscious Dr. Brown implanted a slow release capsule in your thigh which contained a very potent female hormone. Remember the bandage and the small incision?"

บ

Weakly, he nodded again. "Yea, I remember. You said I'd landed on a broken cup." Then light began to dawn in his mind as Chris saw what had been done to him. "...hormones!! Then you arranged for me to pass out too?" And he realized something even more upsetting. "And that means Mary's involved in this too! And probably the others as well! Right?"

Dr. Brown responded, "Very astute of you Chris. That's why Mary always made the coffee. More hormones and other medication to make you more receptive to their 'suggestions"."

"But why?" he asked in a trembling high voice that showed his shock. "Why are you doing this to

me?"

"Chrissy, when did you last have an erection?" asked Andrea. He was nonplussed, answering sheepishly, "..ah.., I don't know. It's been a long time. Maybe before New Years."

"That made it easier to live here, surrounded by women, didn't it?" asked Dr. Brown.