Message-ID: <2413eli$9707291902@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: The Adventures of Samantha (03/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllt8$k50@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. One of my favourite stories for which I would like to find an end. Tigger do you hear me? A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is not exact what you think, but it come close. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< _The_Adventures_of_Samantha___________________________________________ 3 Sam looked at the lovely woman staring back at him from the mirror. There was only a faint similarity to what he had looked like. No one would ever mistake him for a guy with this hairdo, and all the cosmetics on his face. "Oh, oh," Aileen said. "I'll have to do something about those underarms." Sam knew there was hair on his underarms, it had been there all his life. It was natural. He looked down to see why Aileen had been so agitated. There wasn't as much hair as usual, but it still looked reasonable normal to Sam. "Put your arms up over your head, Sam," was Aileen's instruction. As Sam complied, Aileen rubbed shaving cream all over his underarms. Then, she took a safety razor, and shaved all the hair off. Sam started to put his arms down, but Aileen stopped him. "Not quite done, Sam," she said, and proceeded to put powder over the newly shaved skin. His underarms now felt strange, being bare. But then, everything else felt strange as well. He meekly sighed in resigned acceptance. Jane said, "Come along, Sam. The others have arrived, and we have a big day ahead of us." The three walked to the front of the shop with Aileen. "Don't worry about Sam," Aileen said. "Her treatment is on the house, for old time's sake." All the women giggled at that, since the others had joined them by now. On that note, the group walked out of the beauty shop, across the parking lot, and into the mall proper. 9 Chapter - Shopping They entered the mall though one of the keystone department stores. As is usual, the found themselves in the women's department as they entered. There were racks and racks of skirts and dresses, tops and pants, before them, and the women led Sam through most of them, every once in a while pulling something or other out for a closer look. They obviously didn't see anything overly interesting, as they led Sam through the store and out into the mall proper. "It is about lunch time," Gwen announced. The girls discussed where to eat as they walked down the mall. Sam, of course, did not have any input into the discussion. They finally decided on one of the mall's shops named "The Hungry Rabbit." The women entered the restaurant, selecting a large table so they could all be seated together. After the waitress brought over the menus, the talk was cheerfully about the quality and kind of food served there. Some of the girls had eaten there before, some had not. Sam would not have been caught dead in a place like this before today, and sat quietly, being ignored by the others. They finally decided to let Susan order for them. Sam began to feel strange. Well, he'd been feeling strange for over a day now, but he felt even stranger now. He also began to have an urge to use the rest room. Something must have shown on Sam's face, because Gwen looked at him and said, "What is the matter, Sam?" "I don't feel right," he replied, "and I have to use the rest room. Gwen immediately stood up and come over to Sam's chair. She put her hands on Sam's shoulders, and told him to follow her. "Lois and Gloria, I think you had better come too," she added to the others. Gwen walked with Sam to the rear of the restaurant, finding a door clearly marked "Ladies." She pushed it open, and led Sam inside. Sam hesitated for a moment at the doorway. This was not right. He was a guy. What was he doing going into the Ladies room. He considered that he might even get arrested for it. Then, he remembered what he looked like now, and followed Gwen inside. "You better use the toilet now," Gwen said. "When you are finished, we will sit on the couch over there and see what is wrong." Sam took a few unsteady steps towards the two stalls. "I think I had better keep an eye on Sam," Gwen said to the others, as she followed Sam to the stall. Sam reached under his skirt, and pushed the pantyhose and panties down to his knees. Then, he lifted the skirt and sat on the toilet. He began to urinate. >From the door of the stall, Gwen notices some bright red blotches on Sam's panty liner. That sight reassured her. When Sam was done, he got a few squares of tissue to dry himself internally. He wiped, and streaky blood showed on the tissue. He noticed it before dropping the tissue into the bowl. Gwen saw his look of concern, and reassured him gently, "Don't worry, Sam. It just looks like your period is beginning." Gwen reached into her purse, retrieving a small cylinder wrapped in paper. She peeled the paper off to reveal the cardboard cylinder. "Hold still, Sam," she cautioned. "This won't hurt, but it might feel a little strange to you." Gwen inserted one end of the tube into Sam's vagina, wiggled it a little to make sure it was in the correct position, and squeezed the tube so it collapsed to about half its original length. Sam felt the tube enter him. That in itself was strange, but then felt something going deeper inside him, as Gwen collapsed the cylinder. He felt Gwen removing the cylinder, but whatever went deeper remained in place. "I've just inserted a tampon, Sam," she explained. "It should trap the discharge, and you should feel a little less strange in a few minutes. Don't lose the string on the end, though." She pointed to the string she was holding out from Sam's crotch. She had Sam pull up the panties and pantyhose, then led him back to the couch, where the other women were waiting. She seated him on the couch. As she seated him, she turned to the others, saying, "It looks like Samantha has begun her period. I think she will be OK after a few minutes on the couch. I inserted a tampon, so she should be taken care of for a while." "This is unusual," Gloria mused. "Even when I have used the accelerator before the first period has not normally come for at least a full day. Then again, Sam has been a good subject. In any case, she has now reached the next stage of her change." "The first period indicates that almost all of the physical changes have now taken place. She should be fairly stable from now on, though her breasts may grow a little," Gloria concluded. "I think we should take her over to my office so I can do an internal," Lois said. "I don't think that is necessary right now," Gloria replied. "Let's see if she changes. If she gets worse, we'll go over to your office at once. Otherwise, it should not impact our day. We'll have her taken to your office on Monday at any rate." Gwen observed, "It just looked like normal menstrual discharge. I think we can probably go along with Gloria's advice." Lois was forced to agree, purely from a medical standpoint. As they talked, Sam rested, inhaling deeply. His queasiness subsided, but he still felt strange. The tampon inside him also felt like it was growing bigger and bigger, though that was probably normal since it was soaking up fluids now. In a few minutes, the four women went back to the table. The other women looked expectantly at the returnees. They all looked relieved when Gwen explained that it seemed that Sam was beginning his period. "While you were gone, I ordered for you," Susan spoke, changing the subject. "I'm sure you will like it." Just about that time, the waitress returned with a big serving tray. It was loaded with a number of small salads. She placed one before each of the women, then refilled each of the water glasses. Gloria spoke to the waitress, "I think we should all have a small white wine as well." The waitress nodded, and went off to fill the new order. "Do you think Sam should be having wine now?" Jane asked. "Just a small glass," Gloria replied. "I ordered it to celebrate Samantha's new status. She will never have a first period again." The talk lightened up at the announcement of the celebration. They were all chattering lightly, except for Sam. Sam was not excited about any of this business at all. He was even less excited about having a period, much less about celebrating one. He was, however, hungry. Sam pulled his salad closer, and found the rack of dressings in the center of the table. He started to grab for it when Jane slapped his hands. "No, Sam," she explained. "We have to watch our figures. Take some of this lemon juice instead of those heavy dressings." Sam accepted the juice with less grace than it was offered. He guessed it was better than nothing, as he poured it over the salad. The others began nibbling at their salads too. Sam noticed a bowl of crackers on the table. He reached for a package, but Jane slapped his hand again. She looked reprovingly at him, and he sighed acceptance. The waitress returned, placing a small glass of wine in front of each of the diners. Gloria stood and toasted, "To Samantha and her new life." A round of "Here, here" echoed around the table. While he did not feel celebratory, he did want the wine, so he quietly raised his glass in return to Gloria. He took a big gulp. Jane leaned over and whispered, "Where are your manners, Sam? Good wine is for sipping." Again rebuked, Sam sat back in his seat. The salad was gone, and he was waiting for the real meal to come. As all the women finished their meals, the waitress returned with the check. Susan put a couple of bills on the tray, and Sam realized that the small salad had been the entire lunch. Sam was still hungry. The women stood and left the restaurant. They walked down the mall a bit, and entered a store marked "Parklane Hosiery." Sam had seen the store before. It had models of some exotic women's underwear in the display windows. Of course, he had never had any reason to be in such a store before. The inside lived up to the promise of the displays. There were racks and shelves of filmy, and lacy underwear, in all manner of styles. He recognized bras and panties, and stockings, but some of the items were unfamiliar to him. The others were browsing through the store. Every so often, one of the women would carry an item over to where Sam was standing, and hold the item in front of him. Often, these treks got responses of, "That's cute," from the others. Sam felt more like a dressmaker's dummy than a participant. Eventually, Susan collected several bags of items from the salesgirl. She paid with a credit card. Sam was not sure what was in the packages, though he had a suspicion that it was filmy, and sexy, and he would find out soon enough. Jane said, "I have to see someone now. Why don't you all take Sam over to Frederick's, and I'll join you in a few minutes." She then left the group, heading further down the mall. The others took Sam to another nearby store. This one bore the legend, "Frederick's of Hollywood." Even a macho guy like Sam knew that Frederick's was the kind of place where the girls who posed in stag magazines got their underwear. He was sure he wanted nothing to do with this store, and the displays in the window did nothing to change that opinion. The crowd entered the store anyway. Again, the women browsed through the merchandise, and repeated the ritual of holding things up to Sam. Sam was surprised that Frederick's had dresses and other things, as well as underwear. He was not overly surprised that the dresses were generally very short, and generally had very revealing necklines, slits, and other mechanisms designed to show skin. The women picked over the stock, and again Susan paid for a number of bags with her credit card. Jane returned about this time. She went over to Susan, and whispered in her ear. Susan nodded several times, and whispered back. Then Jane whispered to each of the others in turn. Finally, she came over to Sam. "I think I have a surprise, and some good news for you, Sam," she said. "Follow me." 10 Chapter - Meeting With The Law Sam followed Jane out of the store, and down the mall in the direction she had gone before. Gwen came along to keep them company. They walked up to a store front labelled, "Department of Motor Vehicles, Driver's Licenses." Jane entered and the others followed. Sam was wondering what was going on. He had no birth certificate as a girl, and already had a driver's license. Jane walked up to the counter and requested of the clerk, "Lieutenant Rogers, please." The clerk said a few words, to which Jane replied, though Sam couldn't make out the conversation over the background of the noisy office. The clerk turned, went to a closed door, and went in. When she returned, she had another woman with her. Lieutenant Rogers was dressed in a navy blue skirt, with a powder blue blouse. The state seal adorned the sleeves of the blouse, and a big silver badge dominated the front of it. "Hello again, Jane," the Lieutenant said. "Is this the case you spoke to me about a while ago?," she continued, looking right at Sam. "Yes, Mary," replied Jane. "This is Samantha." "OK," the Lieutenant said. "Why don't you all come back into my office." Gwen, Sam and Jane followed her into the office. The Lieutenant sat behind a desk, and motioned for the others to sit down. She specifically indicated that Sam was to sit in the chair right in front of the desk. "This is an interesting situation," the Lieutenant said. "But, I will be most happy to do what I can for you, Jane." Lieutenant Rogers took a piece of typing paper out of the desk, and turned it so it faced Sam. "Write 'Samantha Louise Gordon' on the paper, please," she directed. Sam was astounded, but complied with the demand. The Lieutenant looked at the paper, and sighed. "This is the least feminine writing I have seen in a long time. Try again, but take your time, and do it legibly." Sam tried again. In fact, he tried a dozen times before Lieutenant Rogers was satisfied. Then, the Lieutenant had Sam practice again another dozen times. "Not good, but I think it will do," Lieutenant Rogers finally said, and turned to draw a stack of forms from her desk. "Jane, I think you are going to have to teach Samantha penmanship," the Lieutenant said, as she turned the forms around toward Sam. Jane, Gwen and the Lieutenant broke out in laughter. "Now, Samantha. Write the same way you just practiced on each of these forms by the big X in the lower corner," the Lieutenant directed. Sam began writing. As he was occupied, Jane slipped a couple papers of her own in the pile. The girls bantered lightly with the Lieutenant, while Sam was developing writer's cramp on the forms. Obviously, the Lieutenant and Jane were good friends. At last, Sam finished the last of the papers, and the Lieutenant took them back. She turned to her typewriter, and typed a few things on each of several forms. She then separated some of the forms into three distinct piles, and tore up the rest. "I had you do some extras," the Lieutenant smiled. "They are no good any more." "Samantha come along with me," she continued. They went back out into the main office area, where the Lieutenant had Sam sit on a high stool. She then put one of the forms in some kind of machine, and began to focus a camera. Sam realized it was a camera when the light flashed. The Lieutenant waited a few seconds, then picked up a card that had dropped from the machine into which she had fed the form earlier. She ran the card through another machine, and it returned laminated. Then she had Sam follow her back to the office. The Lieutenant handed the card to Jane, who handed her another laminated card. "Thanks, Mary," Jane said. "I really appreciate this." "Any time, Jane," the Lieutenant replied. The Lieutenant picked up one of the piles of papers, and handed that to Jane as well, and ushered the three out of the office. 11 Chapter - More Shopping Sam followed Jane and Gwen back up the mall, and into a coffee shop. The other women were seated around a table, and the three newcomers joined them. When coffee was brought for them, the other women looked at Jane with questions in their faces. "Ta-dah!" Jane uttered, and passed the laminated card from the Lieutenant around the table. "Wow! I didn't think you could do it," was the consensus of the women. The card finally passed to Sam. He looked at it to see what the stir was all about. It said "State Identity Card", and the face staring at him from the card was the same one he'd seen in the mirror at the beauty shop. It listed the name as "Samantha Louise Gordon," and the address was Susan's. It also had a facsimile of the writing he had done in the Lieutenant's office. Sam's face fell as he realized the state now had a document proving he was a female. Jane laughed at Sam's expression. "You know, Mary was quite impressed by your story, Sam," she began. "She did this as a favor to me, but I still had to give her your old driver's license to get it." Sam was shocked. His driver's license was gone, and he now had a female identification. He looked at the card again, and it even had his birthday entered correctly. "Put the card in your purse, Sam," Susan said. "You don't want to lose it." The women finished their coffee, and led Sam back out into the mall. They went into another keystone department store. As they entered the store, a lady was holding a bottle of perfume, offering to spray it on anyone who entered. Susan pointed to Sam and told her to put some on him. They went directly to the hosiery department. Susan picked up several packages of stockings, then led them to the misses department. It was almost a duplication of the earlier stores they had been in. The women browsed through the racks of clothing, bringing some to hold against Sam. Some of them were apparently acceptable, and were placed in a neat pile on a counter. When they were done browsing, Susan asked the salesgirl for directions to the dressing room. The whole herd moved off in the direction indicated. Susan led Sam into the cubicle, and had him take off his skirt and blouse. Then, she had Sam put each of the selected items on, one by one, going out of the cubicle each time so the others could see how the item looked on Sam. Sam was not enjoying the experience, but he was enduring it. At long last, Sam had tried everything on, and the items were lying in two stacks on the bench in the cubicle. Susan then had Sam put his blouse and skirt back on. They emerged from the dressing room, and Susan took one pile of clothing back to the racks, then the other to the salesgirl. She paid for the items with her credit card, and received a number of filled bags in return. Then, the group went back into the mall. It was now around 5:00, and Lois suggested that they should stop at Barney's for dinner. Barney's was a steakhouse inside the mall. The others agreed, and off they walked to Barney's. Sam was overjoyed. Finally, they were going to have a real meal. They sat around the table, and the waitress came to each in turn for their orders. Sam noticed that the women were ordering salads, a small portion of meat, and a small vegetable. He wondered how they could satisfy their appetites with such small meals. He knew what he wanted. A 16 ounce T-Bone, with fries. Gwen was sitting next to him, and the waitress got to her first. "I'll have the small house salad, with diet French," she began, "and the small New York strip, medium, with peas. Samantha," pointing at Sam, "will have the same. Oh, I'll have iced tea, but Sam wants a big glass of skim milk." The waitress noted the orders, and walked away. Sam was stunned, not unusual for today. Here they were in a nice steak house, and he was going to get the smallest cut of meat they offered. Heck, the salad was three times bigger than the meat would be. And milk! Anticipating this meal, his hunger was still in place, but he wasn't getting any enjoyment from the idea of the meal. Sam was not proven wrong when the meal came. He liked big, juicy, rare cuts of meat. This thing was brown all the way through, and almost big enough for an appetizer. At least the disappointing cut of meat caused him to eat all the vegetables and salad, mostly to try and fill up the big hole in his stomach. The waitress was coming around the table again, to take dessert orders. Again, Gwen ordered, "I'd like the vanilla yogurt. I think Samantha would like the same." Yogurt! First the teeny weeny meal, fit only for rabbits, and now they wanted him to eat spoiled milk! He blurted, "No." Then, he thought about the final dose of medication in each of the women's purses. "I think I'll pass on dessert," he continued, weakly. Gwen smiled, and said to the waitress, "That sounds like a good idea. Just make it two coffees." "Let's go powder our noses," she turned and said to Sam. She stood, waited for him to do the same, and led him off to the ladies room. Inside, she had Sam sit on the couch. "How do you feel now?" she inquired. "Strange, but not as bad as earlier," Sam replied. "This tampon thing seems to keep getting bigger and bigger all the time." Gwen smiled knowingly, and said, "Why don't you take it out. Go to the stall, and pull the string. The tampon will come right out." Sam did as she suggested, and the tampon came out easily. Not knowing what to do with it, he dropped it in the bowl. Gwen, who had been watching from the stall door, said, "That's all right. It's biodegradable. Now, if you have anything else you need to do go ahead." Sam did feel his bladder pushing on him, so he did his business. He got some tissue, and cleaned himself off, noticing that the tissue came out bloody. Gwen fished in her purse, and produced another tampon. She handed it to Sam, and gave him instructions on how to insert it. Then, they both washed their hands in the sink. Sam was ready to go back to the table, but Gwen stopped him. "You've eaten all the lipstick off your lips," she laughed. "Make like you were going to kiss someone while I redo it." Sam pursed his lips, not relishing the move, but figuring he'd better cooperate with Gwen. Gwen put the lipstick on his lips, then turned to the mirror, and put some on her own. Then they were ready to return to the others. The coffee was at their places when they got back. Sam wanted to reach for the sugar, but Gwen beat him to it, and passed him a package of Sugar Twin. Resignedly, he put that into the cup. While Sam and Gwen were sipping their coffee, the others finished their desserts, and had coffee as well. At last, they finished, and the group got up to leave. Susan paid the bill with the credit card again. As they reentered the mall, Susan gave Sam some of the shopping bags. "Here Sam," she said. "You might as well carry some of this. It's all for you anyway." The group walked out of the mall, not stopping in any of the stores. When they got to the parking lot, Susan looked at her watch. "It is quarter to seven," she said to the group. "Sam has an appointment with Darlene at seven. So, why don't we all meet at her shop?" The group agreed to do so, and moved off to their separate cars. Sam followed Susan and Jane. At Jane's car, they put all the purchases in the trunk, and got Sam into the back seat again. Then, they rolled out of the mall. 12 Chapter - Darlene's They drove into the down town area. Jane pulled up into a parking space on one of the streets that had recently been renovated. It was rather nice, with trees, grass, and flowers boxes abounding on the sidewalks. They got out of the car, and Sam followed the girls down the sidewalk. Sam had noticed the clicking of their high heels all day in the mall, but here on the concrete of the sidewalk, it seemed louder. The click of his own shoes reminded him how he was dressed. They came to a small shop. There was a single mannequin in the show window, with a frilly, lacy dress on it. The discreet sign in the window read, "Darlene Jergan, Custom Frocks." The all went inside. They were met by a woman, who came to Jane and Susan, greeting them with hugs. Then, the woman turned to Sam, and stepped back. "So this is Sam," she said with a big smile. She then stepped up to him, and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. "Hiya, Sam." Sam stood rooted in disbelief. He knew this woman as well. He'd met her at the Red Rooster a couple months back. Like most of the other women he'd been in contact with for the past few days, he had taken her to bed, then dropped the idea of seeing her again. Darlene smiled ever more broadly, as recognition dawned on Sam's face. "You are looking much better, Sam, dear," she said with a big smile. She emphasized the word much. Darlene turned to Susan and Jane, saying, "I just got it done. I think you'll like it. I know Sam will." "Great," Susan responded. "Shall we go to your fitting room now." "Follow me," came the response. They went to the rear of the store, behind some full length curtains. There were curtains on the other walls as well. There was a long bench on one wall, and a little platform in the center of the room. "Strip down to your panties, Sam," Darlene instructed. Sam was flabbergasted. He was not about to strip down in front of a stranger. It was bad enough he had to do it in front of the group holding him hostage. "Ahem," Susan exclaimed, pointedly looking at her purse. Sam got the idea, and began to take off his clothes. While Sam was stripping, Darlene went behind one of the curtains forming the walls. She stepped back in a moment later carrying a red silk dress. She looked at Sam, and turned to the other women. "Those panties will never do," she exclaimed. "Doesn't she have something else." "Of course," Susan replied. "Let me go out to the car and get something more suitable." "No, I'll go," Jane volunteered. "It is my car, and I have the keys anyhow." So, Jane went out to the car. "Step up onto the platform, Sam," Darlene said. Once Sam was standing on the platform, a full six inches above floor level, Darlene began circling him, looking at him very critically. Sam began to blush, with all her rapt attention on himself. "Oh, how cute," Darlene said, noticing his redness. She turned to Susan, and spoke, "I think those measurements you brought me this morning are quite close. We should be able to finish up here quickly." As she finished, Jane returned to the dressing room. "The others are drifting in now," she said. "I had them wait in the store, Darlene." "Here," she continued, handing a small package to Darlene. Darlene opened the bag, and held up a wispy pair of panties, not even half the size of the ones Sam was wearing. "These look like they will do nicely," she said. "Sam, change into these, please," Darlene said. Sam changed into the offered panties. He was embarrassed even more now, but he was having more trouble keeping his balance on the platform as he changed into the new panties. They sure were smaller. There was a little, transparent bit of fabric at his front, which ran down between his legs, barely covering his genitals, then it turned into a strap that fit between his cheeks. It joined a little elastic band covered with lace that circled his hips. Darlene stepped over to him, and pulled another garment out of the bag. It was a ruffled elastic band, with garters hanging off of it. She put this around his waist, and hooked it in the back. Then Darlene picked up the dress she had brought in earlier. Unzipping it, she put it over his head. "Put your arms through the dress," she directed. Sam did, and Darlene pulled the dress down over his body, zipping it up in the back. Sam was not amused by what he was now wearing. There was a very snug elastic piece that Darlene adjusted under his breasts. She pushed his breasts into small pockets above the elastic. They didn't fit. In fact they only covered up to the dark area around his nipples. Fully half of his breasts were exposed to view. The little piece of starched lace at the top of the bodice stood straight up, not covering anything at all. Below the elastic band, the dress was snug all down his chest, through is waist, and over his hips. Hanging straight down from the hips, the skirt stopped a full three inches above his knees. But the worst part was the slit, directly centered in the front what came halfway up from the hem of the skirt to his waist. The bottom of the slit stopped only a fraction of an inch below the bottom of his panties. "Oh, it's exactly what I had in mind," Susan cooed from the corner. "It's lovely," Jane concurred. "Let me get the others." Jane called the others, who had all now arrived, into the dressing room. Darlene picked up a small clutch bag she had brought in with the dress, and showed it to the women. "I had a little material left, so I made a matching purse for her too," she explained. Sam did not know what he felt like, standing on the platform, with all these women staring at him. Their "how cute" and "lovely", etc., comments did not help any either. He began to blush again. He did know he didn't like it. "Something isn't right, though," Jane said, considering Sam on the platform. "I've got it," Sharon said. "The makeup's all wrong." The women concurred with that statement. "Can I borrow your phone?" Jane asked. "Certainly," Darlene replied. "There is an extension right over there at the end of the sofa." Sam could not hear both sides of the conversation as Jane dialed a number and began talking. "Hi. This is Jane," she was saying. "I think we need your help again." "Oh no." "It isn't that, it's the makeup." "Becky? Sure that would be great." "Were here at Darlene's, on Park Street" "Thanks, Aileen. I knew I could count on you." Jane hung up the phone and turned to the others. "Aileen can't come, but Becky's free, so she'll be down here in a few minutes," Jane explained to the women. "Becky's about the best cosmetologist in the city," Lois opined. "We're lucky she could come." Darlene looked at Sam, saying, "You can step down now, Sam. Just go over and sit on the couch for a few minutes." The women began to talk about the dress, and how nice it was, and wondered how Darlene had done it so quickly. Darlene told them that she had been expecting this for a week or so, since Jane had been in then to be fitted for a dress and had explained the situation. Since Sam was an old lover, she would be delighted to help out. So, when Susan had brought the measurements over that morning, she had begun cutting the fabric and sewing. "I had a week to dream up a design," she was saying. "I thought this one would just right for Sam." "By the way, where are you all going tonight?" "I thought we'd all go over to The Game Cock, and see if we could get in some dancing," Susan responded. Sam's heart sunk suddenly. He knew The Game Cock. It was a place he frequented in search of the female of the species, or at least had been until a day or so ago. Lots of other guys he knew went there often as well. He knew he'd run into some of his old pals, if they were really going to that club. About this time, the curtain opened, and a woman dressed in a white uniform stepped in. The name, "Becky" was embroidered over one breast. "Hi, ladies, where's the patient", she smiled, obviously at ease with the women. "Right over there," Darlene volunteered, pointing directly at Sam. "Oh, what a pretty dress," Becky said as she walked to the couch. Suddenly, Becky stopped in mid-stride. 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