The P-Virus (tg, mf, mm, ff) [7/12]

The next day, Billie awoke, more satisfied than ever before.  Last night,
the sex had been better than anything he had yet had.  And when Lillith had
taken his fake boobs in hand, he had really felt like he had real breasts
that she was manipulating.  She had been so loving and tender, too.  He
must've had at least a half dozen orgasms that night.

He got up and took off his nightgown, laying it carefully across the back
of a chair.  Bill didn't have to be to work until 4 tonight, so that meant
another 8 hours of joyous time as Billie.  He got one of his bras out and
slid it over his breasts.  He reached behind his back and tried to secure
the hooks, but had some problems.  He briefly considered attaching it in
front and spinning it around, but he hadn't had to do that since his second
week of crossdressing, and he wasn't willing to give up so quickly.

But he was still struggling with it when Lillith walked into the room.
"What's the matter, love?  Sex last night turn you into a fumble fingers?"
She came over and kissed him on the lips.  "Not that I'd blame you, you
were awesome last night."

Billie kissed her back.  "Thanks, but that's not it.  There's something
wrong with this bra.  It feels too small."

She turned him around.  "Let me see."

While she fiddled with the straps, he said, "I can get the bottom eyelet
hooked, but when I try to get the others, I can't seem to pull them closed."

She pulled at various parts of the bra with her fingers.  "The band size
seems fine, but it's stretched tight around your bra cups.  You have been
hand washing these?  You haven't run it through the machine and shrunk it,
have you?"

In a staunch, crisp, military-style tone, he said, "No, ma'am.  I have
dutifully taken care of my fine linens as proscribed by you after you
purchased me my first bra."

Lillith slapped his butt.  "Scamp."  She gave the bra a once-over.  "This
is so weird.  I've heard of bras getting stretched out before, but never
shrinking, at least not just right through the cup.  Take off your bra and
let me get a look at you."  Billie took the bra off, letting his
breastforms hang free.  "It looks like your breasts are bigger.  Maybe
you're having an adverse reaction to the adhesive."

"Why after so long of using it would I have a bad reaction now?"

"I don't know, but let's get those breastforms off and take a look.  If
it's too bad we may have to go to the hospital.  Where's the solvent?"

"I'll get it."

Billie fetched the solvent from the dresser and they removed the
breastforms.  When the breastforms were removed, Billie's chest was indeed
swollen, but there was something strange about the way it had changed.  It
wasn't just larger, it was shaped, rounded.  "Billie,... you've got...
breasts."

Billie looked down.  To all appearances, he did indeed have a very small
pair of breasts.  He reached up and cupped them, lifting and holding them.
He knew he should've been freaked, but instead all he could think of to say
was, "Cool."

"No, dear, it's not 'cool'.  You're growing breasts.  That doesn't just
happen.  Something's going on.  We need to get you checked out by a doctor."

"Well, okay."

"We'll take you to the emergency room and start on the blood tests."

"Lillith dear, I don't want to just go into the public emergency room where
everyone and their brother can hear my business.  Don't you have a registry
of the doctors in town and their contact numbers?"

"Yeah, but what kind of doctor do we consult with?  I suppose we could
start with a general practitioner."

"Well, what if we start with one of those doctors who actually help
transsexuals grow breasts?  If I'm growing breasts on my own, it would seem
that they'd know the most about it."

"An endocrinologist?  I suppose that makes sense.  Let me go get my register."

Lillith left to go get her book, and Billie took the time to look at
himself in the mirror.  He made a connection between how he looked now and
how he looked when he had first dressed as a girl.  Back then, he had
looked like a guy in a dress.  He didn't look bad, but there was no way,
even with make-up and jewelry, that anyone would've confused him with a
girl.

But now, looking back at him from the mirror, was a naked woman.  A woman
with a dick between her legs and small breasts, but a very pretty woman
nevertheless.  Something had happened.  There were the intentional changes
he had made, letting his hair grow out and styling it into a unisex style,
and his now hairless legs, but there were other things, too.  His skin had
picked up a soft glow, making it seem almost translucent in nature.  His
waist had shrunk and his butt...  He had a big butt now!  At least it was
big in comparison to what it had been.  Billie supposed that, if he were a
woman, it wouldn't be that big in comparison to other women, but to his
male mind, in comparison to his old self, his butt was huge.

Billie turned so his back was to the mirror, looking over his shoulder at
his reflection.  He had to admit, big or not, he had a cute butt.  And with
his upper body turned like that, the small curve of his breast was just
barely visible, causing his dick to twitch in appreciation of his curves.
Billie almost laughed.  He was getting hard over himself!

Lillith returned to the room, carrying her book.  She set it on the dresser
and opened it to the part where doctors were listed by specialty, and
turned to the section on endocrinologists.  As they looked through the
list, one name seemed to jump out to Billie.  "Who is this one?  Pepper
Hill?"

"I've never worked with her, but I have heard of her.  She's supposed to be
a top notch doctor who specializes in working with transsexuals.  She works
out of a clinic that specializes in that, in fact."

"Sounds like just what we're looking for."

"Well...  I was thinking of you going to the hospital to a doctor I was
more familiar with, but I guess this will keep me from succumbing to the
temptation of sneaking a peek at your records.  You get ready to go, and
I'll go make the call.   But if she can't fit us in, we're going to the
E.R.  Got it?"

"Okay, if you insist."

"I do.  Now get dressed."

Lillith left the room to make the call.  When she came back, she was
surprised to find Billie at the mirror, dressed in a blouse and skirt, and
applying make-up.  "Hun?  The doctor said she has an opening today, so
don't you think you should be putting on some pants?"

"Can't.  We never got me any."

"What are you talking about?  Just put on some of your Bill pants."

"No."

"But-"

"Lillith, look at me.  Whatever gave me these," he cupped his breastforms,
rubbing them against the breasts underneath, "has been changing more than
just my chest.  Look at me.  When we started this, I was a guy in a dress,
but now, I think I'd be hard-pressed to convince anyone of what's really
inside my panties.  So...  I'm going to go out as Billie.  And what better
place than out to the doctor's?  Public without being too exposed."

Lillith stared at Billie for a second or two before she broke down in
tears, burying her face in her hands.   Billie ran to her side and wrapped
his arms around her.  "Oh, hun, don't cry.  I'm sorry.  I didn't want to
upset you.  If my being Bill is that important to you-"

"No, that's not it.  This is my fault.  I didn't see it.  I wouldn't let
myself see it.  I was having so much fun with Billie, that I convinced
myself we were both just getting good with the make-up, or that you were
just mastering female comportment.  If this turns out to be something
really serious, I'll never forgive myself."

Billie held and comforted his girlfriend.  "Darling, you have nothing to
worry about.  I didn't see it either.  I'm just as much to blame as you
are."

"No you're not.  I'm a nurse.  I should've seen this."  Billie just held
her and hugged her as Lillith cried her eyes out.

After Lillith composed herself Billie said, "Feel better?"

"A little."

"Good.  'Cause I really need you."

Lillith nodded.  "And I'll be there for you."

"Then don't you think you ought to get dressed?"

Lillith smiled.  "I suppose I ought to.  What say we go in matching
blouse/shirt combos?"

"I'd love it."

As Lillith put on her clothes, Billie asked, "Since I've never gone out in
make-up before, how do I look?"

"Honestly?  It looks good, but it also looks heavy.  You've made yourself
up like a girl going out for the evening.  Go a little lighter with shades
that blend in a little more."

Billie sat down and redid his make-up as Lillith got herself ready.  After
they both finished, Lillith drove them to the clinic.  They remained
silent, only holding on to each other's hands as they went.  They got there
just in time for their appointment and Billie was quickly run through a
small battery of tests before both were sent in to see the doctor.

Pepper greeted them with a handshake.  Lillith asked, "So, doctor, I know
it's early, but have you figured out what's changing my boyfriend into my
girlfriend?"

"Actually, yes.  We ran some tests based upon what you told us was
happening, and discovered a very rare virus in your boyfriend's blood.  The
virus seems to act to feminize the host.  Your body is softening and
rounding.  It'll also grow breasts and become far more easily excitable."

"But where did he pick it up?  And what do we do to stop it?"

"Where did he pick it up?  I have no idea.  It's neither airborne nor
transmitted through bodily fluids.  The fact is, we're beginning to suspect
it's a man-made virus, and it's possible that Bill was intentionally
infected."

"But why?"

"You'd have to find out who infected him, assuming the theory is even true,
to answer that."

"So how do we stop it?"

Before the doctor could answer, Billie asked, "Doctor, could I talk to
Lillith alone?"

"Certainly.  I'll be right outside."

After Pepper left, Lillith asked, "What's up, lover?"

"Do you like Billie?  I mean do you like what I'm becoming?"

"That's not relevant.  We've got to get you back to where you were."

"Why?"

"Because...  Because..."

"You can't think of a reason, can you?"

"Yeah, but that may just be-"

"Because you want Billie around so much that you're afraid you're making a
decision that isn't best for me."  Lillith nodded.  "But that's what you're
doing.  Lillith, you like what I'm becoming, and I like it because of that."

"You shouldn't make a decision based on me."

"Really?  Lillith, I never told you, but I hated that you needed other
women to satisfy you.  I felt inferior and rejected every time you came
home after a date with a woman."

"You should've told me."

"Why?"

"Because I never wanted to hurt you.  I'd've overcome my physical desires
to keep that from happening.  I'd've-"

"Changed for my sake?"

"Yeah, but that's different."

"How?"

"I'd've just changed a personal habit.  Your entire body is being rearranged."

"Yes, and if it's being rearranged in a dangerous way, then we have
something to stop.  Otherwise, why stop it?  Lillith, I like my new body.
And, more so, I understand you.  I understand your need to experiment, your
need for curves to love, and your need to express your love to others.  I
know now that it doesn't mean you don't love me, and that you'll always
return to me.  Further, truthfully, when was the last time you had sex with
someone other than me, excluding Toni and Rosa, who I introduced you to?"

Lillith thought about it.  "Almost eight weeks ago, shortly after we first
dressed you up."

"Uh-huh.  The fact is, we could both go outside the relationship for sex
with others and it wouldn't matter, but neither of us needs it as much as
we used to.  Total honesty time, love.  What do you really think of Billie?"

"I... love her-  You.  I love what you've become.  Ever since we started
dressing you up, you've become so cuddly and snugly.  I love your soft, new
body."

"So it's decided.  The feminization of my body is to be allowed to proceed."

Lillith quickly added, "Only if we find out that all the other consequences
of this weird virus are tolerable.  But what about other things, like...
your job?  School when it restarts?  You don't exactly look like you used
to.  And if your breasts keep growing, as we should expect, there's no way
you can hide what you are changing into."

"Well, I don't know what to do about school, but as for work, it was about
time I started looking for a better job anyways."

Lillith squeezed his hand.  "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure.  What about you?  If no one accepts me as Billie, then I'm going
to really need your support.  Possibly even more than emotional.  Are you
going to still be there with me if I can't get a job?"

Lillith smiled.  "My own stay-at-home she-male wife?  Where's the
downside?"  Billie gave her a disapproving look.  "I'm kidding, of course.
Look, it's not that hard to get some documents that'll get your sex changed
on anything official, so there may be some delays getting you back into the
work force, but we'll manage.  Further, if you did become unemployable, and
had to be my housewife, I would stand by you anyways."

"Thanks, I needed that."

"So let's get the doctor back in and find out what we're in for."  Lillith
got up and called the doctor back in.

Pepper asked, "So what have you decided?"

Billie said, "We've decided that the feminization of my body isn't as
negative a consequence as we first thought, but we were also wondering
about any other consequences of the virus.  Is it going to make me sick, or
rob me of my ability to get erections?"

"On the contrary, the virus shields and even enhances the performance of
your genitalia.  I'd be surprised if you hadn't already noticed that your
ability to get and maintain erections was much easier than in past times."

"Any other effects that we should be worried about?"

"Well, if you're not worried about looking like a girl, then there's not
much to worry about.  It's one of the things that makes us believe it's
man-made.  You'll experience no change in muscle tone or strength, despite
the other changes you'll undergo.  Your sexuality will increase, and your
ability to make babies will be unaffected."

"Sounds like a dream come true."

"For a transsexual, or a proto-transsexual, it is.  Imagine the
difficulties a person who isn't quite as in touch with their feminine side
will undergo."

"Doctor, how large can I expect my breasts to grow?"

"Expect a C or a D cup.  That's the average for those who willingly allow
the virus to proceed at a normal pace.  Of course that varies with the
individual.  Some get less, some more.  And if you're interested, we have
some medications designed to amplify the effects of the virus for greater
breast growth, and others that will retard it if you feel a C or D cup
would be too much."

"No, I think we'll just let it run its course."

"Okay, but I'd like to schedule weekly checks to make sure things are
proceeding as we expect."

"Okay."

Lillith asked, "Doctor, even though Billie hasn't gone the standard route
in becoming a girl, would it be possible to get some form of official
document stating his sex change for records, and such?"

Billie said, "I don't think that'll be necessary.  At least not yet."

"Billie?"

"Lillith, I want to marry you.  If I officially change my sex, then that's
not going to happen.  Maybe I'll have to change it later and wind up
dissolving the marriage, but for now, I'm going to stay, at least
officially, male."

"Well, that's not how I expected to be proposed to, but I accept."

Billie wrapped his arm around Lillith, pulled her close and kissed her.
Pepper said, "Congratulations.  I hope you're as happy together as my wife
and I."

Billie said, "Thanks.  But back to technical matters, how long will it be
before I reach full growth on my bosom?"

"A week and a half to two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Uh-huh.  It's one of the things that makes this virus so hard to find in
its early stages.  It seems to have an exponential effect chain.  It starts
with very subtle changes that everyone around rarely notices, then it
reaches a point where things happen at an incredible rate.  I dare say that
if you had come in only a couple days ago, you probably wouldn't have had
breasts."

"Amazing."

"Yeah, it is.  We just wish it wasn't so hard to find.  We might be able to
find out where it comes from."

Billie and Lillith stood.  "Thanks, doc.  If we get an idea of where this
comes from, we'll let you know."

Pepper rose and shook their hands.  "I'd appreciate that.  For now, though,
just make an appointment for next week with my nurse."

After Lillith and Billie left, Louise came in and sat on her wife's lap.
"So what do you think?"

"You tell me, you're the psychiatrist.  You were watching the security
camera.  What do you think of Louise?"

"Honestly, I think she wants the transformation even more than Billie.
She's just afraid that she's pushing him into something."

"So she'll accept the secondary effects as long as Billie does.  Any idea
how she'll react to the primary effect?"

Louise thought about it.  "I'm not sure, but I'd have to say badly.  As a
nurse, the primary effects are too great to ignore."

"Do we tell The Organization?"

Louise thought long and hard about what her wife had asked.  Finally, she
said, "No.  We've seen how the Organization reacts to threats.  We'll wait
until we're given no other choice."

On the way home, Billie said, "You know, now that the decision to go
through with this has been made and Bill is part of my past, I feel like a
great weight has been lifted off of me."

"Well, Bill's not quite a part of our past.  You still need to go in and
tell Roosevelt that Bill won't be showing up to work anymore.  You should
do that in person, as Bill, I think."

Billie sighed.  "You're right.  Let's go home and I can get into my Bill
clothes for the last time."

"I assume you still want Rosa and Toni to be a part of our lives?"

"Of course."

"Good.  Then after you go in and resign, we can go shopping for your new
life as Billie."

"I wish you wouldn't spend so much money on me.  You make me feel like a
freeloader."

"I enjoy buying things for my... girlfriend.  Besides, you need the clothes
and can't afford to buy them for your self, so let me be generous.
Besides, if you're really going to play the role of a girl, you need to
learn to like shopping, no matter what the reason."

"As you insist."

"I've been meaning to ask.  You couldn't get your bra around your chest and
breastforms earlier, so how'd you fit the one you've got on?"

"Well, I filched one of your PMS bras.  You know, one of the larger ones
you keep around for when you're feeling a little swollen.  I hope you don't
mind."

"No.  It's kind of a thrill to know my boy-girlfriend can wear the same
clothes I can."

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?"

"Well now that I know you aren't a terrified mess, and that you want it as
much as I do, yes.  You know, when I first found out about transsexuals, I
thought a pre-op would be a perfect lover, the body of a woman with the
parts of a man.  That was before I discovered that the hormones they took
tended to take their ability to get erections.  I've had a couple pre-ops
before you, but like you before Billie, they just couldn't satisfy all my
physical needs.  But now, I've got you.  Nice softness, the promise of
nice, big breasts to suckle, and a good, stiff woody to fill me up.  You're
everything I want, physically, in a lover."

"Is that the only reason you want me as a lover?  For the promise of Billie?"

"No way.  Like I said before, if you, as Bill, had ever asked me to be
exclusive, I'd've done that for you.  You're kind, compassionate, and you
take the time to learn what really pleases me.  Bill or Billie, you're my
dream partner.  Now you're becoming my dream lover, too.  Don't get me
wrong.  If you didn't want this, I'd do everything in my power to return
you to what you were, but since you do want it..."

"Then we both can have fun with it."

Billie leaned over and kissed Lillith.  They drove home, and Billie changed
into Bill, he hoped for the last time.  Looking into the mirror, he
commented, "When I first started this, I looked like a guy in a dress.  But
now I look like a girl in guy's clothes."

Lillith kissed him on the cheek.  "You need me to come along for moral
support?"

"No.  Roosevelt will be there for me."

"Okay, you go give them your final notice, and I'll start packing your old
clothes away."

Billie drove to work and went in.  When he noticed Roosevelt, it was like
he was seeing him for the first time in a long time.  Roosevelt had
undergone a transformation no less fantastic than Billie's.  His face and
appearance were now as feminine as Billie's own.  Only Roosevelt's
masculine haircut (which looked very out of place) betrayed that this
wasn't a tall, big woman working behind the counter.

Roosevelt saw him and said, "Hey, Bill, you're here early."

"That's something I wanted to talk to you about.  Can we go in to the
office to talk?"

"Sure  It's pretty slow.  Come on back."

Bill went with Roosevelt into the rear office.  Roosevelt closed the door
behind them, and as soon as the latch clicked, he leaned over and kissed
Bill.  "Sorry, I couldn't help that.  So what's up?"

"I'm quitting.  I won't be coming in to work anymore, including tonight."

"Well, since I know you're too responsible to quit without notice without
good reason, I have to ask, as your friend, what's the problem?"

"I'm... growing breasts.  Soon, they'll be too big to hide, so, rather than
deal with all the problems, I'm going to have to quit."

"Breasts?  You, too?"

"Too?"

Roosevelt started unbuttoning his shirt.  "Yeah.  This morning, when I woke
up, I had these."  Roosevelt opened the top of his shirt, showing two,
small bumps on his chest.  They were obviously breasts, just not very big
ones, probably not even an A cup.  "Actually, I saw them yesterday, but I
thought that they were just an effect of all the corsets I was wearing.
Y'know, fat redistribution or something like that, but this morning they
were up to this."

"Have you decided on a doctor?"

"Actually, Toni talked me out of seeing a doctor.  After a quickie this
morning, she said she enjoys playing with them and doesn't want to risk
losing them.  I figure as long as they stay small, it isn't worth bothering
about."

"Roosevelt, I didn't think it worth mentioning, but I went to see a doctor
and found out that the reason I'm growing breasts is because somewhere
along the way I picked up a virus that's feminizing my body.  I think
you've got the same virus.  If you do, your breasts are going to grow in
too fast to fail to be noticed."

"You think so?"

"You sound like you really want this."

"I think I do."

"Then get to a doctor.  If you wind up growing C cup breasts over the next
week, then there's no way you're going to be able to continue working, not
as Roosevelt, and if you have a doctor backing you up, you'll have a reason
for quitting without notice."

"Good point."

"Look, I'll give you my doctor's number.  At the very least, you should go
and get checked out to see if we've got the same virus."

Roosevelt buttoned up his shirt, saying, "Okay, I'll do that."  After he
finished with his shirt, he asked, "The four of us still getting together
this weekend?"

"As far as I know.  Lillith and I are looking forward to it."

"Good."  Roosevelt leaned over and kissed Bill, this time right on the
mouth.  Bill surprised his now ex-manager by reaching up and rubbing his
breast through his shirt.  After they broke, Roosevelt swatted Bill's ass
playfully, saying, "Wench, don't start something you can't finish."

Bill left the office with a quick, "See you later."

Bill drove straight home, going as fast as he could without actually
breaking any speed limits, and ran inside.  As soon as he got inside, he
started stripping off his male clothes.  Lillith called out, "Is that you,
hun?"

"Yeah, have you got my male clothes packed up, yet?"

"Well, I packed up the stuff I knew was smallish and/or tight on you.  I
figured you'd want to go through the stuff like t-shirts and such on your
own.  I also packed up your socks.  You can wear stockings for our shopping
trip where we can get you some socks that are a little more feminine."

"Sounds good.  I can go through the leftovers either when I get back or
later this week."

"Okay.  So how'd Roosevelt take your leaving?"

Bill walked back to the bedroom, relishing the erotic thrill of his
breasts, small as they were, bobbling on his chest.  "After I explained
what had happened, he was okay with it.  Especially since he's going
through the same thing."

Lillith looked at him with an arched eyebrow of curiosity.  "He's what?"

Billie started putting on a clean dress.  "He's growing breasts.  They're
almost my size, not quite as large as mine, but they're there.  I also
think, based on his appearance, that he may have the same virus that I do."

"Hmm, interesting."  Lillith didn't say anything, but grew suspicious.  If
Bill/Billie wasn't an isolated case, then wherever they picked up the virus
was probably when they were together.  She innocuously questioned, "Did you
notice if anybody else at work was more feminine?"

"Not that I noticed."  Billie turned his back to Lillith and pulled his
hair out of the way.  "Zip me up?"

Lillith zipped his dress up as she thought about the origins of the strange
virus her boyfriend had.  She ruled out Bill's ex-workplace.  It was
possible that the boys had been infected at work, but if work was the place
then someone else likely would've been affected.  But where else then?  She
supposed that Roosevelt and Bill could've been affected at different
places, but combining the speed of the virus with the fact that they were
developing breasts at the same time, she judged that unlikely.  So the
question became where else had Roosevelt and Bill been together, but with
no one else?

Lillith came up with only one answer, but Bill and Roosevelt hadn't been
alone that particular evening.  But there wasn't enough to rule it out, so
she asked, "Billie, when was the last time you saw Ken?"

"Let's see," he mused while sat down and started applying fresh make-up.
"It's been a couple months.  Since shortly after we helped him move in with
his new girlfriend.  Why?"

"Just curious.  You going to contact him?  Tell him about the changes
you're going through?"

"I suppose I should, but..."

"But what?"

"What if he doesn't react well?"

"At least you'll know.  Besides, is his reacting badly any worse than you
not contacting him at all and just letting your friendship disappear?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Why don't you go see what he's up to tomorrow?  He may surprise you."

"I'll do that."

"You about ready to go?"

"Just got to finish my nail polish.  Of course, I'll have to let them dry,
too."

"Of course."  Lillith slid onto his lap.

He protested, "Hey, watch out!  I told you my polish was still wet!"

"I know.  I also know you're too careful to get it all over everything, so
right now you're kind of helpless."

She leaned over and kissed him.  He wrapped his arms around her, being
careful not to touch her with his fingers.  He kissed her, enjoying the
feel of their lipstick covered lips sliding over each other.  After they
broke, Billie, panting heavily, said, "Hun, to paraphrase Roosevelt, don't
start something you can't finish.  I'm so charged up I could and would go
all day, so you've got a choice.  Either we finish getting ready and go out
shopping, or we stop getting ready and start a night of games."

Lillith smiled.  "I'd like a night of games, but you're going to need new
clothes.  We might be able to skip the more casual outerwear like pants and
the such, but you're definitely going to need a small collection of
foundation garments to accommodate you as you grow into your new form.
Unless you want to lock yourself away until you stop changing."

"Only if you lock yourself away with me.  Otherwise I'd go bonkers waiting
at home for you."

"You could always just go out without a bra.  Of course, that'd mean your
new boobies would be bouncing around underneath your blouse for all to see."

Billie gave Lillith a quick kiss on her lips.  "Much as I'm sure you'd love
that, I don't think so."

Lillith giggled and stood.  "Come on, girlie-girl.  You can dry your hands
on the way to the store."

The day's shopping wasn't as fun as previous days.  On other shopping
trips, they had been looking for beautiful things to make the experience of
Billie more fun for both of them.  This time it was a trip mostly to fill
out Billie's wardrobe, buying him the more mundane garments they had
skipped during previous trips.  They still had fun, but the trip lacked the
erotic thrill of the forbidden that had been present on previous excursions.

After they got home and had packed away the merchandise, Billie wrapped his
arms around Lillith, pulling her back into him.  After a few seconds of
this, Lillith turned her face to his and asked, "Billie, you really are
okay with this?"

"Yeah, I am.  Why do you ask?"

"I just stand here in your arms, my butt and back against you, and I'm
enjoying this.  I feel your bulge pressing against my bum, and your breasts
pressing gently against my back and I love it.  But I wonder if maybe I'm
enjoying it too much.  If I ever thought you were doing this just to please
me-"

"Would that be so wrong?"

"YES!  No one should do things just for the sake of another.  You're not my
property.  You're not obligated to rearrange your life for my sake."

"Not obligated, but I'm doing it anyways."

Lillith frowned and tried to pull away from him.  "You're not making me
feel any better."

Billie pulled her back into his arms.  "Come here.  Hun, stop worrying.
I'm sorry to tell you this, but, yes, part of the reason why I'm letting
this virus affect me is that you enjoy the new me so much."  Lillith
literally cringed in his arms.  "Lillith, love, your happiness is now and
always will be one of the first considerations in my life.  Now if I
weren't enjoying this, then maybe you'd have something to worry about, but
I am enjoying this.  I enjoy the games we're playing, the dressing up,
everything.  Now if you weren't involved and I were going through this
alone, then I'd probably be thinking of this as being a temporary foray
into no-man's land, but combine my enjoyment with the fact that it makes
you happy, and there's no going back.  Billie's here to stay."

"Now that helped."

Billie turned Lillith around in his arms.  "Good."  The two kissed deeply.
"Want to do something really risky?"

Lillith gave him a suspicious look.  "What did you have in mind?"

"Let's go out.  To a club or the like."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"Why not?"

"It's one thing to go out to a doctor's office where we're not going to be
seeing anyone else, or to a mall where our anonymity makes us alone in a
crowd.  It's another thing altogether to go out to a club where the point
is to draw the attention of others."

"Don't you think I'm passable?"

"Easily.  But if you were made by someone who wanted to hurt you for being
a 'fruity freak' or something like that..."  Lillith shuddered.

"Love, I'm not going to be turned into a shut in.  I'm not going to hide at
home because somebody might decide to hurt me one day.  I've got to go out
some day, and today might as well be the day."

Lillith sighed.  "You're right, of course.  But I choose the place."

"Deal.  Where'd you like to go?"

"The S.P.I. club."

"S.P.I.?"

"Sexual Preferences Ignored.  It's a social club.  It was established a
couple years ago by some business persons who were also in the homosexual
rights movement.  It requires membership, but I've got that, and you can be
my guest.  Once inside the rules are simple.  Be nice, be polite, and no
harassing others."

"Sounds good."

"It's not quite as... busy as your standard night club, but a benefit is
that even if you're made, it's not a big deal.  The transgendered community
is highly represented there, and it's not unusual to find many
cross-dressers and transsexuals there.  It's kind of an unwritten rule that
you treat people as if they were the sex they were dressed as."

"So what do you think I should wear to this club?"

Lillith considered it.  "That body hugging checkered number we got you
today.  You'll look great."

"I don't know how I let you talk me into getting that."

"Because you look great in it."

"Granted, but if the doctor's right about how fast I'll be changing, I'm
not going to even fit into it by the end of the week."

"But while you do..."  Lillith raised her eyebrows a couple times
suggestively.  Billie rolled his eyes, and went into the bedroom to get the
dress Lillith suggested.

The dress was a sleeveless number covered in black and white squares about
two inches to a side.  It's hem fell just about mid-thigh, showing off
Billie's shapely legs.  After putting it ion, he brushed his hair back,
then asked, "Lillith, do you think I should get my ears pierced?" turning
his head from side to side to look at his earlobes.

"Well, it'd definitely increase the number of earrings you could wear, and
you could always let the holes seal on their own if you wanted to forget
about it.  All that'd be left would be a small scar."

"So is that a yes?"

Lillith looked around, both wanting and not wanting to answer his question.
Finally, she said, "Yes, I think you'd look great with pierced ears."

"And maybe a new haircut?"

"Like what?"

"Something a little more feminine."

"You're pushing for a salon trip, aren't you?"

"Had been thinking of it, but I can't really afford it."

"I'll see if we can get an appointment this weekend together.  My treat."

"Lillith, you've already bought so much."

"So what's one more thing?"  Billie tried to protest, but Lillith
interrupted, saying, "No, don't worry any more about it.  Besides, it gives
me a bit of a thrill to think of you as my kept woman."

"Alright, but as soon as I get my first paycheck from a new job, I'm going
to treat you to a night on the town."

"Deal."

The two finished getting ready, and left for the club.  When they got
there, Billie was struck by how little it looked like any kind of club he
had ever seen.  It instead looked like one of those high style men's clubs
portrayed mostly in fiction.  The door was a big oak door with a small,
embossed plaque mounted on the wall beside it.  Billie almost expected to
see a room full of balding, fat guys smoking cigars as he walked through
the door.

What he did see was a tasteful room decorated in a modern style.  A man
dressed in a formal tux waited beside a podium that held a large book.  He
looked at them and smiled.  "Lillith, how are you?  I haven't seen you in a
while.  Been busy at the hospital?"

Lillith walked up to the podium and the man turned the book to her.  "That
and some business with my personal life.  This is my friend and guest,
Billie."

"Hello, Billie, my name is Scott.  Has Lillith briefed you on the rules of
the club?"

"She told me to be nice and polite."

"Basically, that's it.  The club was established so that people of various
tastes and lifestyles could mingle without fear of biased attacks or
prejudice.  Keep in mind that, as a guest, anything you do will reflect on
Lillith, and if you do cause problems it could result in a loss of her
membership."

"I don't intend to cause any problems."

"Nobody ever does, but it's a standard speech I have to give all guests.  I
also have to inform you that this is a social club.  Some guests seem to
think that simply because we cater to alternative sexual lifestyles that
anything goes.  Inside the walls of this club, drugs, public nudity, and
making a public nuisance of yourself are all still illegal.  Keep in mind
that attacking anyone, even verbally, for differing beliefs is strictly
prohibited.  If you want to have a heated argument, we have private rooms
where things like that can be done."

"Okay, do I need to sign the book?"

Lillith said, "No need.  I just needed to write 'with guest' when I signed in."

"Okay."

As Lillith escorted Billie into the depths of the club, he asked, "Was that
warning really necessary?  If everybody who comes in here is a practitioner
of an alternative lifestyle, why would anybody jump down somebody else's
throat because of their lifestyle?"

"Hun, because of that very attitude.  Everybody who is homosexual,
bi-sexual, or transgendered doesn't necessarily think the exact same way.
Like any large social group we have a variety of differing belief systems.
I don't think anybody's ever been thrown out because they disagreed with a
sexual lifestyle, but more than a few have been thrown out for arguments
over political beliefs.  You know, some pro-choice advocate, and a pro-life
advocate get into it, and can't keep it civil.  Something like that."

"Oh, I get it."

"Well, we're just here for a bit of fun, but if you do get into a political
discussion, take it to a private room, if you think it may be getting out
of hand.  Better to be safe than sorry."

"Gotcha."

The two went downstairs, where the club had installed a dance hall.
Lillith explained that the foundation and the reinforced floor made
excellent sound-proofing.  There weren't many people there, but it was a
weekday and it was still early.  They went over to the bar and ordered a
couple sodas while listening to the songs that were playing.  After they
finished with their drinks when Lillith asked Billie to dance, Billie got a
fearful look on his face and whispered, "I just thought of something.  I
don't know how to dance like a girl."

"Why not?  You've watched me wiggle about on more than a few dance floors,
and seemed to enjoy it, if I recall."  Billie blushed with a touch of
embarrassment.  "Relax, hun.  I told you.  If anybody makes you, they're
not going to comment.  Just dance like you think a woman ought to and have
fun."

Billie  hesitated, but decided to just give it a shot and followed Lillith
out onto the floor.  He quickly got over his jitters and the two lovers
danced up a storm.  After a couple numbers, they took a brief break for
refreshments, but quickly returned to the dance floor.  After another
number, another woman came out of the small group of other dancers on the
floor and tapped Lillith on the shoulder.  Lillith turned, saying happily,
"Karen!" and hugging the newcomer.

Karen said, "Haven't seen you in a long time.  Where've you been hiding?"

"Mostly at work, but also spending a lot more time with Bill.  We've
discovered some new games keeping us occupied."

"So you and he are still an item?"

Lillith smiled and gave Billie a subtle look.  "I told you, hun.  I think
he's the one."

"So have you gone exclusive?"

"No, I still have the occasional dalliance.  Dalliances which he
occasionally joins me in."

"Lucky you.  Mind if I cut in?"

Lillith quickly looked to Billie and made sure it was okay with him, then
said, "Sure."

Both expected Karen to start dancing with Lillith, but she surprised them
by placing herself next to Billie and dancing him away.  Billie looked to
Lillith, but she just smiled and shrugged.  He knew Lillith wouldn't let
him be in any danger, so he just stayed with Karen, undulating sensually.

As they danced, Billie was sure that Karen was leaning just close enough so
that her breasts would just barely brush against his as they danced, but he
couldn't prove it, so he said nothing.  But he sure was getting excited by
it, and could feel his dick starting to strain against his panties.

When the next song started, it was a slow dance and Billie figured on
taking a break, but Karen didn't even ask, taking him in her arms and
leading him in a slow dance.  Since he was used to leading, it was a bit
awkward getting used to being led, but he soon relaxed into it and had fun.
While they danced, Karen asked, "Are you one of Lillith's dalliances?"

"We've... dallied."

"I can see why.  You're a cutie.  So what does her beau think of you, or
haven't you met?"

"We've met.  And I'd like to think that we're good friends."

"Gonna try to replace him in Lillith's heart?"

"Never."

"Good move.  She's really smitten with that man."

"I'm beginning to realize just how much."

"Me, I don't understand it.  I'm only interested in other girls, like you.
You interested in a steady relationship with another girl?"

Billie laughed.  "You don't even know my name."

Jokingly Karen said, "Details, details.  You interested or not?"

"Sorry, I'm already in one of those."

"Damn.  All the pretty ones always seem to be taken."  The music ended and
Karen said, "We'd better get back to Lillith before she starts feeling
rejected."

The two returned to the bar where Lillith waited.  "Finished with my lady?"
she said in mock sarcasm.

Billie kissed her and said, "Don't be jealous."

Karen asked, "So what are you two planning for later?"

Billie answered, "Lillith is in charge of this evening's entertainment."

Lillith filled in, "I was just intending to go home after this and play
some games with Billie here."

"Billie?  Like Bill?  You going for a collection?  One of each sex?"

"Exactly.  Now all I need is a hermaphrodite Bill and a sexless Bill."
They laughed at Lillith's joke.

Karen asked, "Is Bill going to be there?"

"No, just me and Billie tonight."

The three of them chatted a bit more before Karen excused herself and left.
Lillith and Billie danced a few more dances before leaving for home.  When
they got there, they saw a car outside and when they got out, they saw
Karen slumped over the steering wheel.  Lillith knocked on the window, and
Karen jumped from out of the sleep she had fallen into.  Looking at her
face, it was clear that she had been crying.

Karen opened the car door and jumped into Lillith's arms, sobbing loudly.
Lillith asked, "What's wrong, dearie?"

"She left me, Lillith.  She left me.  For a man!"

"Who left you?"

"My girlfriend, Lisa.  You remember her?"

"No, I don't.  I don't think we ever met."

"Sorry.  I was sure you had."

"So what happened?  Was there some kind of fight?"

"No.  At least not that I knew of.  I just got home this evening and all
her stuff was gone.  The only thing left was a note saying she had met some
guy and was going to go live with him."

"Oh, dearie, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry to intrude, Lillith, but could I stay with you tonight?  I'm
just feeling too lonely tonight."

Lillith quickly looked to see if Billie had any objections, and, finding
him agreeable, said, "Sure, hun."

As Lillith and Karen walked to the door, Karen muttered, "I hate men."

"Your girlfriend runs off without telling you and you blame men?  Is that
fair?"

"Don't bug me with facts."

Lillith just nodded as she walked Karen to the door.  Billie grabbed
Karen's purse and quickly followed behind.  Inside, Karen asked, "This may
be really forward, but could I spend the night in bed with you two?"

Lillith said, "Hun, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Why not?  You've done threesomes before."

"It's just..."

Billie said, "It's not her; it's me."

"Don't you find me attractive?  Or don't you do threesomes?"

"That's not it.  It's just...  I'm not all that I seem.  I don't just have
the same name as Bill.  I... am Bill.  I've got a problem with my body
that's changing me, making me more feminine, giving me... breasts.  But
inside, it's still Bill.  My organs are still functional, and my soul...
well, maybe it's more female than in the past, but it's still male.  If you
still want to have sex with me, I'm willing, but maybe it should just be
you and Lillith tonight."

Karen was stunned by Billie's confession.  This cutie she had been dancing
with was really a guy?  Her stomach began to roll.  She turned to Lillith,
prepared to ask her not only to not invite Billie to their bed, but to ask
him to leave.  But even before she could utter a sound, she knew that
asking would be a mistake.  If she asked Lillith to make a choice between
her and Billie, even for a night, Lillith would choose her boyfriend.

Karen trembled.  She wanted...  She needed to be with someone tonight, but
to be with Lillith she had to be with Bill, a man.  Otherwise Lillith
wouldn't be totally with her.

Finally, Karen said, "I'll spend the night with both of you."

Lillith seemed about to say something, but Billie whispered something into
her ear.  They held a brief whispered conversation and Lillith walked into
the bedroom.  Billie came over and asked, "Are you sure you're okay with
this?  If you really can't do this, I'll beg off with a headache."

"And Lillith will resent me for it."

"Give her more credit.  She may not think it best, but she will understand.
She'll also know it was my decision to bow out and will forgive."

Karen sighed.  "No, I said I'd do this, so I'll give it a try.  Just try to
forgive me if I'm not as friendly as I might be."

"Okay."

The two walked into the bedroom.  Lillith was getting out a strap-on of
hers and said, "Okay, get naked, you two."

Karen was hesitant, but Billie quickly stripped to nothing.  Karen couldn't
help but be curious and snuck a peek at Billie's naked body.  It was hard
to believe that this was a male.  He was curvier, softer and rounder than a
lot of girls Karen knew.  So what if her... his breasts were a little
small?  A woman's breasts were not a measure of her womanhood.  But the
proof was right there between her... his legs.  He had a cock, already
partially hard.  It stuck out like a missile, ready to invade Karen's
softest recesses.

Karen shuddered.  She didn't know why, but men, particularly their penises,
scared and intimidated her.  She had never been able to maintain anything
more than a casual friendship with one, even the gay ones.  She knew her
fear wasn't rational, but she couldn't help how she felt.

Lillith broke her out of her reverie by saying, "Chop, chop, Karen, time to
get naked."  Karen quickly removed the rest of her clothes, and Billie went
over to the closet.  When Karen was naked, Lillith said, "Close your eyes,
hun."

She didn't understand, but Karen did as she was asked.  With her eyes shut,
Karen felt the dildo being strapped on.  Then she was dragged towards the
bed by the artificial penis now attached to her crotch.  When she tried to
open her eyes Lillith covered them, saying, "Not yet, dear."

Karen was confused, but didn't argue it.  She was walked over to the bed,
where she felt a bit of resistance as the dildo was slid into something.
Lillith told her, "You can open your eyes now."

When Karen opened her eyes, she almost recoiled in shock.  The dildo, which
she had assumed was inside Lillith, was actually a few inches inside of
Billie.  She felt a little betrayed, but before she could object, Billie,
who was on his back with a pillow under his back, said, "Fuck me, please.
You're in control.  Make me your plaything tonight."

Karen was hesitant.  She had never made it with a man.  She was always
afraid of being invaded by those ugly rods they had.  But Billie wasn't
invading her.  He was actually asking to be invaded.  He was giving Karen
control, willing to be submissive to her.  Karen reached out and
tentatively took his legs in hand.  She slid her hips forward, pushing the
dildo deeper into Billie.  Her first couple strokes were hesitant and slow,
but when Billie moaned in lust, she started jamming in faster.

As Lillith watched, she grew worried.  Karen's motions had a frantic demand
to them.  It was almost as though she wasn't having sex with Billie, but
was actually using the dildo in an attempt to conquer him.  Lillith was
about to step in, but Billie waved her off.  She wasn't sure about this,
but letting Karen use him had been Billie's idea, and Lillith was willing
to let this play out.

Karen continued to pump the dildo in and out of Billie's ass, and Billie
only encouraged her on, saying things like, "Harder, baby, harder," and,
"Fuck me!" and Karen obliged him.

Karen found it hard to believe what she was doing.  She was fucking a guy!
Okay, so the guy wasn't as guy-like as most, but that hard seven inches was
still bouncing around there right in front of her.  But Karen also realized
that it was almost incidental to the sex going on.  She sure wasn't getting
or giving anything from or to it, and judging by the way Billie was playing
with his own breast with one hand while grasping the bed covers with the
other, he wasn't getting anything from his dick.

Then Billie started cumming, spraying onto his own belly, and Karen
experienced a weird sense of triumph.  She did that!  She MADE him cum!
Billie came because SHE pushed him to the point where he had no choice.
And as soon as she thought that, Karen came, falling across Billie when her
orgasm faded.

As she lay there, she realized how mean and savage she had been.  She
reached up and gently rubbed Billie's breast.  "Sorry to be so rough."

Billie gave her a light kiss.  "It's okay.  I know you needed it."

"And yet knowing what I might do, you still put up with it."  Karen pulled
herself back to a standing position.  "You deserve something better than
what I gave you."

Karen began to move her hips again, this time in a softer, more subtle way.
She also included her hands in a more active role.  Using her fingers and
palms, she stroked him in the ways she knew most women loved.  Last time,
mentally, she had sexually dominated a man who looked like a girl.  This
time she made love to a woman with a man's organs.  She knew it was only
her way of looking at the situation, but it worked.

And it was so easy.  Karen actually found it easier to think of Billie as a
woman than as a man.  She...  He certainly felt like a girl.  And the way
he squirmed under her touch was almost identical to the way most women
would squirm under her touch.

As Karen fucked Billie, Lillith, who had gotten naked, climbed up on the
bed and straddled Billie's face.  Billie slid his hands up Lillith's body
and took her breasts in hand, massaging them as he slid his tongue inside
of her, touching her in that way that he knew Lillith loved.  Lillith and
Karen leaned together, each sticking out their tongues and playfully
batting at the other before French kissing.  The three continued to move
together until orgasm.  The orgasm started in Billie, but quickly moved out
into his lovers.

They snuggled up together, falling into a deep, blissful sleep.  Billie
woke up a few times that night to find either Karen or Lillith suckling on
his growing breasts.  What a fantastic feeling.