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Archive-name: Changes/bates04.txt
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Archive-title: Joe Bates' Story-  4


                                  THE MEETING

   The traffic was  heavy, as Joe drove as quickly as he could to his lunch
appointment with his attorney and best friend, Jay Logan.

   It was about ten minutes after the agreed on time when he finally pulled
into the parking lot of the Beacher Restaurant. He parked, awkwardly got out
of his sportscar wearing the skirt and heels, and tried to walk into the
establishment with as much dignity as he could muster. He stepped up to the
head-waiters podium, and told the young lady that he was to meet with a
friend, who might already be here. She asked his name, and he said Joe Bates,
she looked at her notes,  and said "Please follow me, Ms. Bates." Joe walked
behind her and almost fell against her as they went down a few heavily
carpeted steps. She lead him to a softly lighted table where he saw his pal
Jay, seated, sipping on a Corona.

   Jay looked up at him, confused, and said, "May I help you maam?" Joe didn't
know exactly what to say, or how to start. He didn't want to go into an
explanation with the waiter standing there, so he just said, "may I sit down,
Mr. Logan?" Jay stood, and pulled out a chair for him, as he took his seat. At
the waiters request, he ordered some white wine. The waiter said "of course",
and went away. Jay looked at him, puzzled. Joe just stared at Jay. Before, he
was larger, and heavier than Jay, who now seemed huge.  Joe got up his
courage, and blurted out, "Jay, It's me, Joe!"  Jay grinned, "Right, and I'm
Margaret Thatcher" Joe hadn't realized that he might have trouble convincing
his best buddy, who he was. But the problem was quickly becoming evident.
"Jay, I don't know what has happened to me," he pleaded, "but I need your
help." Jay looked at his watch, and said, "It's a little late for an April
fools joke, don't you think?" Then he said, "I'm pleased to meet you" "I
didn't even know Joe had a sister, much less one as good looking as you." Oh
no, thought Joe, now he thinks I'm my sister. "Jay, I don't have a sister, and
you know it, and don't give me any come-on crap."  Jay looked at him closely.
"What's going on here?" he asked. "I really wish I knew," Joe said, "I woke up
this morning, looking like this, and I don't have clue as to what is going
on." "Your serious, aren't you." Jay said. "Never been more serious in my
life, Jay, "I really know what I should do." "If you saw what I did this
morning, you wouldn't believe it." Joe said.

   "I'm not sure I do." said Jay. "Ok" Joe said, "Remember Wednesday evening,
at the health club, you snapped the ball at me, and I almost broke my neck
trying to get to it." "My knee still hurts." Joe said, his eyes on Jays face,
watching for signs of acknowledgment. "Ok, let's say you are my friend Joe,
And I must admit, your face does look a lot like him, what can I possibly do
for you?" Jay questioned. "I have to prove to everybody, that I am still Joe
Bates, no matter how I look on the outside." "I know you can help me do it."
Joe returned. "Then, I need to get medical help to get my normal features
back, or, God help me, If I'm stuck like this, I've get to get my records
changed so that I can function, with out the legal problems I know that I will
have." "My personal problems, I'm not sure about." "I don't even know what
they all are yet." Joe said, looking down. "Well don't worry, Joe, I'll help."
said Jay, seeing his friend looking so grim. "I'm not sure what will have to
be done, but we will do whatever is necessary to help you." "Can I ask a
rather personal question, Joe?", said Jay. "Sure, Jay, I trust you, and
besides, you're my only hope right now." Joe said. "I'm embarrassed to ask,
but I'm about to die of curiosity." Jay asked,  "Joe, you sure look like a
woman." "Are you female?" Joe looked at his buddy, and saw his longtime pal
was eyeing his curves. "I don't know Jay, I don't really know what I am."
"But, I can tell you that what you see is all me." "You should see me in Jocky
shorts." he grinned, "I don't believe I'll be chasing babes with you, for a
while at least, much as I would like to." Joe said, as humorously as he could.
"I don't feel like a woman, in fact, I feel like a rooster in the hen house."
"You can't imagine what it's like, just to take a shower, looking like this."
"I don't know if my heart can take it." he grinned at his buddy. He figured
Jay would understand his predicament, if anybody would, or could.

   The waiter returned with Joe's wine, and brought the menu. Jay said, "Give
us a few moments, please.", the waiter nodded, and left. "I think I'll have
just the salad bar." said Jay. Joe agreed, he wasn't even hungry. His stomach
had never quit feeling like a can of worms. He felt the warmth of the wine as
it went down. Everything was more pronounced now, he thought.  I could
probably get tipsy on this little glass of wine, especially since I have yet
to eat anything today.

   When the waiter returned, and they ordered. They both went to the salad bar
together. Jay followed, watching his friend walk awkwardly in the heeled
shoes. When they returned to their tables, he said. "Joe if I had any doubts
about you telling the truth, watching you walk to the salad bar removed them."
"No real woman would walk like that if she tried." "You should try it some
time, pal." Joe said smiling demurely. "And walking in these shoes is not the
half of it."

   As they ate, Jay discussed some of the things they would need to do.  He
said he had a friend on the police force, who was a specialist in proving
identification, usually on murder related cases, where the victim is unknown.
"You were in the Air Force, so there is a record of your fingerprints." "Do
you think your prints have changed?" he asked. Joe said "I don't know, Jay, I
do know that my knee is still sprained, from the other night with you." "And,
even though my arms are smaller, my right one still has scars I received from
an auto accident twelve years ago." "Damn it, I don't know what has happened
to me." "I feel the same, at least as much as is possible, but I do seem to
look female." "If you are having a problem with this, think about it from my
side." "I have to live with it continuously." Joe looked like he was ready to
burst into tears.

   "I'll call you as soon as I make some contacts, probably tomorrow morning."
Jay said, as they finished lunch. "We'll get this worked out as quickly as we
can." "What are you going to do now? he asked.

   "I can't go to work like this, so I guess I'll go home." said Joe.  "I have
to call Linda, but I don't know what I'm going to tell her." "Hell, I've got
her slip on." he said, blushing. " This is so embarrassing." "I am so worked
up, and tense, I don't know what to do."

   Jay looked at his confused and dejected friend, not knowing what to say.
"Hey, it's Friday, let's meet at the health club at five-thirty, for our usual
game."

   "Aw, uh, Jay I don't know, I don't know If I'm ready for that." Joe
protested.

   "Hell, Joe, Exercise is just what you need to relieve tension, and it might
take your mind off your problems for a little while." Jay countered.

   "Well, ok, I'll be there, but I don't know how well I can play, I haven't
been myself lately." Joe said, realizing how funny it sounded only after he
said it.

   "I'll get this one." Said Jay, as the waiter came up with the check when
they were finished with lunch. "But, I expect to see you this evening."

   "I'll meet you there." Joe promised. He was concerned about how he would
react in a meat market like the health club. But,, he decided, he couldn't
hide under a rock either.

   As he walked out to his car, he thought of what he would need to play
handball, and where he would go to get those things. He decided that he must
go back to his apartment to take stock, and plan another shopping sortie.

   Joe drove back to his apartment, thinking, and decided that he should call
Linda. She would be expecting a call, and he decided,

   As he sat by the phone, he considered what he should say... What he would
do. He dialed Linda's number. After a few rings he heard Linda answer,
"Hello.".......

   "Linda?" Joe asked, "What's up?" he asked, trying for something to say.

   "Who is this?" she asked, confused.

   "Linda, It's me, Joe" he answered.

   "Joe?" " Joe, What's the matter?" "You sound strange." "Is something
wrong?"

   "Linda, I have to talk to you.." " I have a little problem." "Can I pick
you up about seven thirty, so we can talk?" Joe asked, nervously.

   "Sure Joe, what's the matter?" " Do you have a cold?" "What do you want me
to wear?" Linda sounded confused, but concerned.

   "Lets go to Bennigan's." "You'll find out when I pick you up." Joe said.
"See you about seven thirty."

   Joe quickly hung up the phone, not knowing how to deal with Linda.  Their
relationship was very close, but he didn't know how she would take him in his
present condition. Hell, I don't even know what sex I am, he thought.

   He decided his next task was deciding what to wear to play racketball with
Jay. In a way, he was glad to have something to take his mind off his
relationship with Linda. One problem at a time, he thought.

   He went to the foyer closet, and retrieved his athletic bag. He carried it
to his bedroom, and emptied it on the bed. The bag contained one smelly towel,
his running shorts, an Adidas T-shirt, his safety goggles, racketball glove,
three racketballs, and an athletic supporter. His racket was attached to a
holster on the side of the bag.

   Well, it don't look like much of this is salvageable, he thought, picking
up the jockstrap, and stretching the waistband. Another trip to the mall would
be required."

   He looked at what he had on, the white blouse, blue skirt, and heels, and
decided that would be appropriate to wear to the mall.

   He arrived at the mall, and entered Sears for the second time that
day. He was thinking about what he would have to get. He remembered a small
shop called 'She Sports', and decided to look there.

   Walking into the little shop, he was surrounded by ladies athletic, and
dance wear. As he looked at the colorful leotards, bike shorts, and form
fitting bra tops, he thought about how he might look, wearing things like
this, playing racketball with his buddy, Jay. Hell, I'd still beat him, he
thought, grinning. He couldn't keep his eyes off my butt.

   He was stretching the spandex of a jogging bra, when the young sales woman
walked over, and asked, "What can I do for you, miss?"

   "I am looking for something to wear to play racketball." he said.  He felt
much more confident than this morning, but he didn't know if it was because he
was more familiar with his anatomy, or his clothes.

   "What did you have in mind?" the woman asked.

   "I don't know, what do you recommend?" he replied.

   "What is your size?" the woman countered, eyeing his body through the skirt
and blouse.

   "Thirty four, twenty two, thirty four." Joe replied, grinning smugly.  He
knew what he was doing now, he thought.

   "Well, you are in shape, aren't you, but what are your clothing sizes?" she
said with a laugh.

   "I think I wear a size seven or eight." he said, embarrassed.

   "How much coverage are you looking for?" she asked.

   "Coverage?" he looked confused.

   "Do you wear tights?" "Do you want shorts, or pants?" "What kind of top are
you thinking of?" the woman asked, holding some of the items up as she talked.

   Joe decided to use his standard, "What do you recommend?"

   The young woman looked at Joe, "I think a leotard, under some nylon shorts,
with a crop top, would look great on you." she said. "Do you have underwear?"

   "Sure, Joe said, I've got panties, and a bra."

   "How about an exercise bra?" "You will feel more confident with the support
of JogBra like this." "I also suggest a cotton sport panty, with an absorbent
terry liner." the woman suggested.

   "Ok." said Joe, "Sounds like what I need all right."

   "Let's see which colors look best on you" said the woman, walking to the
colorful leotards.

   Joe followed, thinking, colors again, I didn't realize women's clothes
revolved around color, until now.

   "I think royal blue sets off your figure." said the woman "And some white
tights will make a nice contrast. "Maybe with this little short to set it
off." she continued, holding up matching blue light nylon shorts, which seemed
to have a panty built in. She also had in her hand, a little blue thing which
looked like a short tank top. Joe figured that it must be a crop top.

   "Come with me." said the woman, taking the selections, and leading Joe to a
small fitting area at the back of the store.

   He followed and she hung the items on a hook in the little cubicle, and
left Joe to try them on.

   He closed the curtain, and removed his blue pumps. He wasn't sure if needed
to remove the pantyhose, with all the trouble that entailed, but decided he
better if he wanted to see if the snug fitting clothing fit properly. He
removed his skirt, and carefully hung it, and his blouse on the hanger
provided. He stood there in his pink panty and bra. He looked at the capri
type tights, and figured that they would be a lot like pantyhose, so he pulled
them on. They made his legs look great. Be wasn't sure if he should remove his
bra, and decided it was best to leave it on. He squirmed into the leotard, and
arranged his breasts and buttocks. It felt snug and sleek.  Finally, he pulled
on the little shorts, and felt his slick butt. He was glad that the crop top
concealed his nipples, which when erect, as they often were, poked through,
even with the bra, and snug fitting leotard.

   He walked out of the cubicle, and looked in the full length mirror. He was
impressed with his appearance. Jay won't be able to take his eyes off me, he
thought, and then realized the impact of what he was thinking. Am I turning
gay? he worried. What is considered homosexual for me?

   The sales lady returned, interrupting his thoughts, "How do you like it?"
she asked.

   "I think it's perfect." Joe said, truthfully.

   "Well you certainly have the shape for it." said the woman, walking to the
counter. Yea, that's the problem. thought Joe.

   "Did you want the underwear?" she asked, holding up a sport bra.

   "Yea, I guess I'd better." Joe said, considering. He figured he better get
everything she recommended, since this was his only chance, before the "dress
rehearsal."

   "White?" the woman asked.

   Colors again, thought Joe. He said, "Yes, I think white would be fine,
don't you?"

   "What's your size?" she returned.

   "I need a 34B, and my hips about 34 also." Joe replied.

   "Yes, that's right." said the woman, with  a slight trace of envy in
her voice.

   Joe continued to look around the shop as he was talking. He decided he
better get one of these more feminine looking gym bags to carry this stuff in.
He decided on a white and blue bag, which matched what he had on. He also
took a little white terry cloth headband, and at the suggestion of the sales
woman, some blue leg warmers.

   "Do you have shoes and socks?" the woman asked.

   "I have a new pair of Reboks." he replied.

   He was about to say he had everything when he saw a little terry cloth
romper thing, which looked like something women might wear in the locker room.
He added it to his stack of clothes. "I believe this will be all." he said.

   After he put the  pantyhose, skirt and blouse back on, he went back to the
counter. He took his American Express card from his purse and gave it to
the woman. She rung up the sale, and he signed the bill.

   He was walking down the hallway in the mall, when in a shop window, he saw
a blue blouson jumpsuit. That is just what I need, he thought, it looks like
something a woman could wear most places, with low shoes, even Reboks, he
thought. The loose fitting top wouldn't emphasize his shape, and he wouldn't
have to be so careful about how he walked and sat. It would also make getting
into his RX-7 a piece of cake.

   He entered the store. A young girl, of about nineteen came up to him.  "Can
I help you?" she asked.

   "Yes, I'd like to buy a jumpsuit like the one in your window." he replied.

   "What size and color would you like?" she asked.

   "I guess I'd be a seven or eight, make it eight." "And do you have it in
royal blue?" He thought he looked good in blue.

   The girl went to the racks, and selected the size and color he needed.  She
asked, "Would you like to try it on?"

   He held it up to himself. It looked the right length, and it was loose
fitting enough to probably fit with no problem. He said, "If it doesn't fit,
can I bring it back?"

   "Of course." the girl said. "If you don't like it for any reason, just
bring it in." "I can give you an exchange, or a full refund."

   He didn't want to undress again, and was happy to take the jumpsuit without
that hassle. "I'll take it." he said.

   He took his packages out to his car. As he was driving through the parking
lot near the mall entrance, he saw a drug store. He figured he probably should
get some girl things like deodorant, and maybe body powder.  He wasn't sure
why he needed the powder, but he knew that Linda always had it when she
showered. He stopped and went in.

   He walked down the aisles, looking for items a person, who had a body like
a woman's, might need. He got some Secret deodorant, and looked with a new
interest at things like Massengill douche, feminine hygiene sprays and
powders.  He thought he had read somewhere that  a healthy woman didn't need
things like that. Anyway, he thought, he smelled pretty good in that area.  He
looked at feminine napkins, and tampons. Again he thought about his genitalia,
and realized that he might actually start to have menstrual periods.  He
couldn't accept that. What choice do I have? he considered.

   He looked at the little thin pads called panty liners, and thought maybe he
should take a box of those. Just in case, he thought. He didn't trust his new
parts, but he was learning to be ready for anything. Who knows, he thought,
this morning I find my cock is missing, tomorrow morning, I might be on the
rag. What's a guy to do?

   He took a box of Lightdays panty liners, deodorant, and Shower to Shower
body powder, to the counter. He paid for the items, and drove home.

   He had a racketball game to get ready for.

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