your body and mind react if and when you take that step. You're suffering from a variety of 'virginitus'. You have never experienced female sex, you've never had a man inside you, so you are afraid it will be painful and unpleasant. And it might hurt a little at first, but then, if your ready and want to enjoy it, you will!"

Joyfully Chris put her arms around Julia and her head on her shoulder. "You're sure? I can. really do it?"

"Absolutely," she responded, smoothing Chris's hair and holding her firmly against her body. "Andrea, nor anyone else at the Clinic, would hurt you. If it was a plot to take it all away, there was no need to go to the trouble of giving you natural breasts or a functional vagina. We wanted you to have the full advantages of womanhood, and a healthy sex life is high on that list. You should be able to do anything and everything any normal natural-born woman can do, except get pregnant, of course. And researchers are working on that too!"

"Could I even get married?" Chris sobbed.

"Sure, and be perfectly happy too. And if you really wanted children by then you could adopt them. You look good enough to make any man horny, you know that? You have nothing to worry about," she assured.

The remainder of the day was spent relaxing around the house or sunbathing. Bob was obviously disappointed that they wouldn't be going to the beach, but he did get both ladies to agree to visit the surf soon. They did go out in the sun for a while, but only after Julia's persistance was rewarded by Chris donning an scandalous almost non-existent white string bikini to wear in the back yard for their sunbathing session. Chris was painfully shy and felt terribly conspicuous in that skimpy suit with Bob there. After all,-in

openned her door when they arrived at the Millers', helped her out, then drew her firmly into a tight embrace. There on the curb beside the car, with no resistance from Chris whatsoever, their lips greeted as if they had a will of their own. A second kiss lingered for a very long time, her breasts crushed against his firm chest as her mind reeled. Chris found herself returning Ron's affection without reservation, wrapping her arms high about his neck and pulling his face into hers. He smelled and tasted delicious, maybe even better than before. Finally, Chris drew away breathlessly and allowed Ron to escort her arm-in-arm to the door where he got one more quick peck before Chris said "good night".

Chris knew that she was still unprepared for that ultimate and final step into complete womanhood and she firmly believed that, had she invited Ron into the house, the evening would unquestioningly have culminated in their union. Her body's present erogenous level would never have allowed her to do otherwise. However, she also now knew, as she paused beyond the locked door to regain enough composure to negotiate the stairs up to her room, that when her mind was ready her body would carry her passion to its ultimate fulfillment in a man's arms, whomever he may be. Saturday night John took Chris to a movie that she hardly watched. When asked later she couldn't even remember what it was about, much less the title. All she remembered was John's hand on her thigh or 'accidentally' brushing her breast. her utter chagrin, his 'attentions' were international in scope, 'Roman hands and Russian fingers'! By the end of the movie, Chris was thoroughly exhausted by the physical and mental strain of warding him off for two solid hours in that dark theatre. Afterward they stopped for a

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