Remote Control

Remote Control

"Well hello there, little missy," was the first thing I heard, only as a disembodied voice.

"This is going to be so much fun! I realize that you are still quite heavily medicated, but
here it is, in a nutshell... I have transformed you, from a big strong man, into a helpless
and weak little woman, with shall I say, many entertaining attributes, which will reveal
themselves, at the proper time. So lay there, feeble and pathetic, and enjoy the ride sissy!"
the sexy feminine voice informed me, and then she cackled like a fairy tale witch.

**********

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital room, with a very sexy looking nurse,
holding my hand.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad you are awake!" the nurse said.

"Wha..." I croaked.

"It's all right hon., don't try to talk. You were found on the hospital's doorstep, in pretty
rough shape," she told me.

"Apparently some surgery was done to you, and you seemed to be a bit malnourished as
well," she continued. "Don't worry about a thing though, you are alright now. We'll take
good care of you!"

What the hell was she talking about? The last thing, I can remember, is coming out of my
new apartment, in downtown Seattle. I was on my way, to get another load of furniture,
from my car... then here, with this fruitcake nurse, calling me sweetie?

"It's a good thing you had your purse with you, or we wouldn't have had any Idea, who you
were, or anything about you, Diane," the fruitcake nurse said.

"Who the Fuck, is Diane," I croaked?

"Oh dear, oh uh... well you, are Diane, Miss," the fruitcake nurse told me, "Uh... I'll be right
back! I have to consult with your Doctor, for a minute. You just rest there, and stay
calm."

Me stay calm! She's the one sounding all excited! I could hear her rush out of the room,
while I slipped back into the welcoming arms of unconsciousness.

**********

"There, she's coming around again," said the deep masculine voice. "Hi there, Diane. It's
nice to finally see you opening those lovely green eyes, by yourself!"

"Why the hell, is everybody calling me, Diane?" I mumbled.

"Because my dear, that's what your driver's license, say's your name is," said the man's
voice.

"Whatever my license might say, my name is Howard! And why does my whole body hurt?"
I asked, still not opening my eyes, more than what was necessary, to be able to see
shadows. It was just too darn bright in here!

"Well Diane... Uh, Howard, you have had some rather extensive surgery done to you, that's
why your body hurts, as to why we don't call you Howard, well... since I have examined
you, very thoroughly I might add, I find that most people named Howard, do not have
ovaries, or a uterus!" the Doctor assured me.

"Ovaries... Uterus... I don't..." I fell unconscious again.

**********

My eyes opened, and I surveyed my surroundings. I was in, your run of the mill, hospital
room. I seemed to have an IV in my arm, and there was a machine beeping in rhythm with
my heartbeat.

My door was open and curtained, and just as I noticed that said curtain swung open quite
suddenly as I watched.

"Ah, you look so much better today!" the fruitcake nurse told me perkily.

I was still taking in my surroundings, when she grabbed my wrist, to take my pulse.

"Oh my dear God!" I said, noticing just how small and frail my wrist looked, even compared
to the pretty nurse's small hands!

"Your pulse is normal and strong, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"What did you people do to me?" I screeched, the beeping becoming quite a bit faster
suddenly.

"Why, WE have done nothing to you, but nurse you back to health. You were found on our
doorstep, having undergone a lot of surgery. You looked as though you had just been
wheeled out of an operating room, and then dumped in the hallway outside of our
emergency room. So what WE did to YOU, is HEAL YOU UP, and SAVE YOUR LIFE," she
informed me, sounding rather indignant.

"My wrist is so small, and my voice... I sound like a... a... a girl!" I softly said, the beeping
not slowing one bit.

"I don't know how to break it to you, but honey, you are a girl! And by everything we have
been able to determine, you always were, a girl! For instance, last week, while you were
still pretty out of it, you menstruated," she insisted, her attitude softening a little.

"Menstruated? A period? Only girls have periods..." I was still pretty dopey, but this just
can't be!

"That's a fact. So, why do you keep insisting, you are someone named, Howard?" she
asked me, her small feminine fists planted on her hips.

"My name, IS Howard Samuels, I'm a College student at the University of Washington, I
just started my freshman year," I informed her.

"I'm glad to meet you, Howard. Although I am curious as to where, you got these lovely
breasts? Boobs-R-Us?" she quipped, and squeezed my, heretofore-unnoticed, baseball
sized, boob!

"That feels... weird, what the hell...? Do that again?" I asked, half stunned, half excited.

She gave me a lengthy grope, to which, I released a long, low, blissful moan.

"How was that honey, bring anything back?" she asked.

"Oh God, that felt wonderful! That's the first time I've felt anything like that... ever!" I had
my head back and my eyes closed, panting and licking my lips, enjoying the feelings she
had evoked, the machine beeping frantically in the background.

I saw the fruitcake nurse's eyes grow to the size of quarters rather rapidly, and then she
pressed my call button, and another nurse popped her head into my room.

"Get Doctor Burnheart! I think she really was a man!" her voice had grown high, and
excited.

"No shit!" the other nurse said, as she bolted off to get the Doctor.

"When you showed up here the ID you had, indicated that your name is Diane Toyavich.
Things for now would be simpler, if I can call you Diane, or do you still insist that I call
you, Howard?" she asked a distasteful look on her face indicating her preference.

"You keep squeezing my boobs like that, and you can call me slut! That was soooo good!" I
closed my eyes remembering the feel of her hand.

"I was ah... just hoping to shock you out of your delusion. I didn't mean to, ah... make a
lesbian come on to you or anything," she stammered, beet red faced and embarrassed.

"Are you sure, you won't do it again? Maybe it will work after a few more tries," I begged.

"Not a chance, you like it to much!" she stroked my face, looking into my bewildered eyes.

"Does it feel that good to all women, when someone does that, to their boobs?" I asked her,
recognizing by her manner that she cared and wanted to help.

"I can't speak for all women, but yeah, it feels that good to me, when someone does that to
my boobs," she admitted tweaking my nose and smiling at me.

"I think I might have wet the bed," I told her, my face red with shame.

"You couldn't... ah, you have a catheter in your... ah vagina," she assured me puzzled that
I would not recognize what had happened.

"Then why do I feel all, uh... wet. You know down there?" I asked her glancing at my
crotch to indicate what I meant.

"I'll check," she promised, although she was fairly certain, what she would find.

I could feel her lift the covers, and my gown, and spread my legs slightly, to check me out,
"It seems, ah... that you are just... sexually excited. Don't worry, it was quite a normal
reaction to being fondled, that's what we women do when we're turned on, we start to
lubricate our vaginas."

"Vagina? How can that be? No one can change a man into a woman! They can only make
men into, ah... something that looks like a woman. Are you sure that I've got ovaries?" I
asked, traumatized to have been included in the, 'we women' explanation and the
accusation that I have a vagina.

"Oh yes, you ovulated and had a period, those men who have had that, ah... operation you
mentioned, can't do that, that's why we thought you were just a woman who had been
traumatized," she claimed, clearly uncomfortable but staying with me, and holding my
hand persistently. "I had better leave anything else, for the Doctor to explain."

A few minutes later, the curtain swung open again and a woman Doctor, poked her head
in, "Maggie, I see you have our prize patient, in good hands," she said to the fruitcake
nurse.

Nurse Maggie stood, and motioned the Doctor over toward the window, and had a
whispered consultation.

"No kidding?" the Doctor asked, a little too loudly.

Nurse Maggie nodded her head, after saying, "Shhh!"

They both came back over to me.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Betty Burnheart. Maggie here, tells me that you have never had your
breasts stimulated before, is that true?" she asked, standing by my bed, clipboard in hand.

"Not until about ten minutes ago I hadn't," I claimed, "but I sure did like it! You can give
them a squeeze too, if you'd like!" I smiled hopefully, up at the sexy Doctor.

"Interesting, she says that she believed you. Not because of what you said, but by how you
reacted. From what I just heard, I think we'll try something else. Have you felt anything
like this before?" she reached her hand underneath the sheets, and I felt her finger slip into
my body, in a way that was, utterly impossible! And then, she touched, IT!

"Oh, oh baby. That's even better than the boob thing! Ooh, ooh!" I squealed, laying limply
and biting my lower lip, with my eyes closed.

She stopped quickly, seemingly very startled.

"How...? You had your finger... inside of me?" I gazed up at her face in shocked confusion!

The Doctor looked at nurse Maggie, "I think you're right. This patient has never felt her
sexual organs stimulated, before. At her age, she should have at least, had her finger
inside herself taking a shower or bathing to cleaned herself down there."

"Doctor please, turn me back into a man. I have classes that I have to start attending, and
a life to get back to," I begged, frantically distraught!

"If you really were a man named Howard, and I am starting to believe that you were, even
so, I know of no way to turn a fully functional woman, into a fully functional man, or visa
versa, for that matter!" the Doctor insisted straight faced shaking her head, "It's beyond all
current medical science, to do that!"

"Then how do you explain, what happened to me?" I whined, "Look at me, all soft and tiny,
I wasn't like this when I left my apartment, that's for damn sure!" I indicated my tiny form,
with my hands.

"As far as I'm concerned, what you say happened to you is impossible, I can't explain it,"
the Doctor threw her hands up in a shrug. "There was something strange that we found
while examining you, we ah... ran an MRI on you so we could get a look inside, without
disturbing the healing of your incisions, since you were in such rugged shape when you
arrived, and discovered that you have several, small, metallic objects, implanted
throughout your body. We have no idea what they are for, and frankly, we were afraid to
fool around with them, in the off chance that they were there on purpose, to help certain
areas of your body function properly. It appeared that they were placed at these sites, by
all of the surgery that had been performed on you, before you were dumped on our
doorstep."

"Well, take them out!" I pleaded, looking over my form like I could see through the bedding
and nightie.

"Unfortunately, your insurance is at issue here, if you are indeed Diane Toyavich, your stay
here in the hospital with us, is covered. If you are not Diane Toyavich, and indeed are
Howard Samuels, we will need to know your insurance company, so that we might submit
to them, for payment of such extensive surgery. We already tried to submit for Diane
Toyavich, and she was turned down, for the removal surgery. If we can prove you are
Howard Samuels, do you have insurance that will even pay for the hospital bill, you have
already rung up?" Dr. Burnheart asked cold-heartedly her arms folded underneath her
breasts expectantly.

There it was! It all boiled down, to the golden rule. And since I had no gold...

"Um, 'gulp,' does Diane's insurance, cover the whole bill so far?" I asked feeling small, frail,
and very uncertain.

"Oh yes, Diane has very good coverage, although elective surgery, is not covered," she
informed me enthusiastically.

I felt so helpless, that I began to cry. I never cry! I didn't cry, when my father died, so why
am I crying now?

Nurse Maggie held me, and told me everything was going to be all right.

The Doctor just stood there, hands on hips, looking exasperated.

I whispered to nurse Maggie, "If I tell her the truth, they'll kick me out of here, and saddle
me with a huge bill that will take years to pay, and I'll never be able to go to college. I don't
think I'm strong enough to be released yet. I really am Howard, but I think I'll have to lie
to her, to stay here and get better." I was petrified that I'd find myself on the sidewalk like
this, with nothing and nowhere to go!

Nurse Maggie just rocked me back and forth on the bed as she stood next to it holding me,
and said, "Shh, that's all right DIANE, everything's going to be okay!"

"I'll come back later and check on the patient, when she's calmed down a bit, nurse," Dr.
Burnheart told her, spun on her black high heels and left, with a very arousing sway to her
hips.

"She's so pretty, so why is she so mean?" I sniffed.

"She is just telling you the truth of your situation, before you started to convince everyone
here that you're nuts, and then had to be committed, or thrown out of the hospital," she
told me. "I think she believes you, but there is nothing anyone at this hospital can do to
change it, and it seems whoever did this to you, has arranged an identity for you, so for the
time being, it would be better if you assume that identity, until you can figure all of this
out."

"But, I don't know how to be a girl. What am I going to do, when I am all better?" I
blubbered burying my head in her bosom.

"Well as far as your first question is concerned, I might be able to come up with a few
practiced teachers on that subject, me for one. And as far as your second question, I don't
know, but I'll personally help you find out, if you would like. I have a few contacts that can
look into both, Howard and Diane, and help you find out what to do. Does that make you
feel any better?" Nurse Maggie told me, as she rubbed my back in little circles, which was
more soothing than you can believe, "In fact, I think I can convince Dr. Burnheart, to do
some checking, on the QT, too."

"Do you think I can call my mom too?" I asked her. (Hey, sometimes a guy needs his mom
too, you know!)

"What are you going to tell her? Her son, is now a pretty, little, strawberry blonde, girl?"
she asked, looking me in the eye, earnestly.

"I can't even have my mom to comfort me, can I?" the floodgates opened up again, and I
just lay there sobbing and feeling alone in the world.

"Can I fill in for her? At least until we can find a way, to tell her?" Maggie asked, with her
eyes flooding, but not quite leaking yet.

I clung to her even tighter, "Thank you Maggie that is so nice of you to offer. I know you
don't have to, and the only thing I can give you in return, is all the gratitude this little body
can muster. I know it's not much. Even before when I was a man I didn't have much.
Now it seems like even what little I had in the world, has been stolen! I don't even know
who I am, or for that matter, what girls do. I know it's selfish of me to accept your kind
offer, but I think I'm going to need you, so very much!" I clutched tightly to her, sobbing
and trembling all over.

She held for a time until my overwhelming emotions finally began to calm down.

"Well, why don't you watch some TV, or take a nap for a while, I have some duties to attend
to, before my shift ends. Then I'll come back when my shift is over, and we can visit a
while and you can tell me more about you, so I can get to work on what we talked about,
okay?" nurse Maggie asked, pulling me off of her gently. (I clung to her so tightly I almost
expected to hear a pop!)

"I think I'll be all right for a while, I'm still very frightened, but at least I know that someone
cares about me, even a little bit, and that helps a lot, thanks Maggie!" I told her, hugging
her tightly, but only briefly this time, and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm so lucky to have a
nurse and a friend, as caring as you."

She blushed, holding her hand up to where I had kissed her, got up, and headed towards
the door, "I have one small piece of advice for you to help you through this. We both know
that some person is behind all of this, and if it starts getting you down, tell yourself, 'I'm
not going to let them win!' Can you do that for me? Good! You take things easy for now,
my lovely new surrogate daughter, and don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," she
giggled as she shook her finger at me, trying to look stern, as she left to perform her other
nursing duties.

Now that I was alone, I decided it was time to start to figure out some things about my new
existence. I pulled off the covers, and lifted my gown, away from my, uh... body.

What I saw was unbelievable! Big pink areola, tight hard nipples poking out, firm full
breasts, and they, were on... me! Mine? I scanned down my body to my waist, only to
discover it was so small that it looked like I had been pinched in half and the two halves,
were just starting to mend back together! Farther down still, more smooth hairless skin,
sliding all the way down, to an 'M' shaped area, between my legs?

'That must be it... My... my... I can't even think it! My Pussy! there, I thought it!' I thought
proudly.

I seemed to have lovely hairless legs, and tiny, feminine feet with cute little wiggly toes!
And judging by the size of my body compared to that of the bed on which it lay, I was
short! Real short! Five feet tall at best! Which is a hell of a long ways from the five foot
eleven that I remember being!

I flipped the covers and my gown, back into place. I had seen enough. I am certainly in
the body of a woman now, no doubt about it! I shuddered with the knowledge of what I
had just seen.

The telephone rang, startling me. Maybe Maggie was calling from the nursing station? I
picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Diane, you are about to have your very first girly orgasm, hang on... ha, ha, ha, ha..." the
receiver went dead.

My back arched, my eyes rolled up into my head, my toes curled up tight, and I had a
death grip on the bed sheets, and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the telephone fell
to the floor,

As I reveled in the afterglow, nurse Maggie came running in through the curtain, "Diane,
are you alright?"

"Oh, I am so alright!" I lay with my eyes closed, and stroking my own soft, strawberry
blonde hair.

As she approached me, I heard her sniff, "Did you just masturbate yourself girl?" Maggie
asked, obviously recognizing the aroma.

"No! I had a phone call! She said, 'You are about to have your very first girly orgasm!' And
boy did I ever!" I exclaimed. "It felt so good! I hope she calls again!"

"Honey, you had someone call you on the phone and tell you, you were about to orgasm,
and then you just did?" Maggie asked my shuddering, quivering, little feminine body,
because my mind, was adrift elsewhere.

"Oh yes! I did orgasm! And I like it! It felt so good!" I moaned.

"Diane, you shouldn't orgasm, over a phone call! Who was it?" she asked.

"I don't know, it sounded like a woman's voice," I told her.

"That is very weird! Are you all right now?" she asked me.

"I'm terrific! I feel so wonderful!" I stroked my lithe figure, up and down my sides, and
purred.

"I have to finish up, I'll see you in a few minutes. You just lie there and bask in the
afterglow," she giggled and left, shaking her head.

When Maggie returned, I was napping lightly, so when I finally roused, I felt her gently
holding my hand and reading a romance novel, "Hi Maggie, have I been asleep long?"

"Not very. You needed your sleep, so I didn't wake you. It was nice just relaxing here and
watching you sleep. But it's getting late now, and I should go home, I just didn't want you
to wake up, alone. I'll be back tomorrow and see you, okay?" she asked.

"Thanks, Maggie momma, see you tomorrow," I agreed sleepily, "Drive safe and please come
back to me. Remember, little Diane needs you!" (Yawn)

When she left, I realized that the wet spot I had been sitting in, when I fell asleep, was
gone. I later learned that Maggie had changed the bed after her shift was over, not wanting
me to have to endure the humiliation, of having a stranger do it.

**********

The next morning, Maggie visited me and brought several books on fashion, makeup, and
feminine hygiene, which I gratefully accepted and read with more interest, than I would
have ever believed a week ago, but of course now, these things were about me!

Over the next week, Maggie helped me through many of the basics, in femininity. I had
used the bathroom by myself, and now, I know how to do it properly (I didn't realize it was
that complicated for girls). I could dress myself somewhat, and even apply some basic
makeup. Maggie even taught me how not to walk, like (as she put it) a clumsy elephant.

It was painfully obvious to the both of us that I still had, one hell of a long way, to go! Who
knew that there was so much more to swapping genders, than just anatomical differences?
Even simple stuff like what kind of socks to wear, for what kind of shoes! (Never, never
wear socks with high heels! It makes Maggie crazy!)

Maggie had also discovered, by this time that I live in a condo a few miles away, at least
that's what the information in my purse indicates, as well as, a set of keys that claim they
will open the door.

"Maggie, I hate to ask this, but could you go by 'my condo' and check it out for me? One of
the other nurses said that when I was found on the hospital doorstep, I was only wearing a
plain white hospital gown with, 'my butt hanging out.' Maybe there are some clothes you
could bring back for me, to go 'home' in? I might cause a commotion trying to walk out of
here, naked!" I hesitantly asked her, after she had been quizzing me on deportment, for
about an hour.

"Sure honey, I'd be happy to. I am so proud of you, and I hear you are healing up so well,
the doctor told me that you can go home tomorrow, so I'll have to swing by your condo
tonight, and see what I can scare up. Why don't you get some sleep honey, and I'll see you
early tomorrow. It sounds like I'm going to have a busy evening. I need your purse, do you
mind if I take it with me?"

"Sure, you'll probably need it," I readily handed it over.

Maggie accepted it, but instructed, "One thing to remember, after tonight, for you though!
A lady would never hand her purse over, so readily, all of her most personal things are kept
in there. Of course I've been into this purse more than you have, and you haven't had a
chance to personalize it yet," she smiled really big, "Whoever planted this purse on you was
definitely a woman though, there's a spare pair of panties, tampons, and Maxi Pads in it.
A man might have thought about the last two, but the panties are certainly a woman's
touch."

Maggie continued after a pause, "You know dear, after I have spent so much time with you,
first when I cared for you while you were unconscious for two weeks, and then all of this
week, and I have to tell you, that I'm starting to feel very maternal toward you, like you
really are my daughter."

She swallowed hard and kept going, "There's something you should know about me. I
found out years ago that I would never have any children of my own, so this last week has
been rewarding in a way for me, that's hard to explain. I guess what I'm saying is, if you
don't mind, I'd like to keep helping you after you go home," she was looking into her hands
very intently, and seemed afraid I might turn her down.

"I'd like that mother, if you want to. I have grown so close to you too, in some ways, even
closer than with, my... ah... Howard's real mother!" I blushingly told her, after picking up
her hands in mine, and getting her to look me in the eyes.

She started crying and hugged me, "I guess, I never knew, how much, I wanted to have my
own child, until I met you, and you seemed to need me, so much!"

"I'm so scared about what has happened to me, I needed you and still need you, more than
you can know," I blubbered back, embracing her.

"It's settled then, at least for the near future, anything you might expect from any other
girl's mom, I'll be there to give you and support you! Now, you get some sleep young lady,
and tomorrow I'll help you dress, and take you home," she stroked my face and kissed me
on the forehead, good night.

**********

The next day Maggie came walking into my room, lugging a small suitcase, "Girl, you are
not going to believe that condo of yours! I picked up some clothes for you, but there
doesn't seem to be very may outfits in the dressers or closets, maybe a week's worth of
changes. It is all very strange! But the furnishings and the view are unbelievable! Your
condo is on the waterfront, of Lake Washington!" she squealed!

That news made my eyes pop open wide. That's some of the most expensive real estate
around here.

"Have you had your shower, and did you shave your legs and underarms, like I showed
you?" she queried setting the luggage down, and folding her arms under her bosom, like
moms do.

"Yes mom, I shaved, just like you showed me!" I said, in my most exasperated teenage girl,
tones.

Maggie hugged me and giggled, "I just love it, when you call me mom!" She gave me a kiss
on the cheek.

"Let me show you what I brought for you to wear home, and then I'll help you get them on,
okay?" she tossed the bag onto the end of the bed and popped the suitcase open.

"Are you going to have enough time, before your shift?" I asked her concerned that she was
spending so much time with me that she might be late for work.

"Don't you worry, your pretty head, hon.. I took the week off, so I could help you settle in,
and to try and help you to figure out what happened, and who did this to you," she started
pulling clothes out of the suitcase and laying them out for me.

I picked up a pair of black lacy panties that looked like they were out of the 'Victoria's
Secret Catalog,' and slipped them up my legs and over the big woman's butt I seemed to
have acquired. (It feels even bigger than it looks, when it's your butt!) Seeing those sexy
panties up flat, against my crotch, made me shudder all over, that's a sight, no boy ever
expects to see, from this angle!

Maggie came up to me and grabbed my arm saying, "Steady girl, I realize that you are not
used to these kinds of sexy clothes, just try to enjoy all of the thrilling sensations, you are
going to feel," she said steadying me, and misunderstanding my reason for shuddering.

"Whew, I'm kind of getting wet, watching you in those. Damn girl, you look hot!" she told
me, with a genuinely admiring look on her face.

I blushed, but she had bolstered my confidence, so I put on the bra next, or that is to say, I
tried to put on the bra, next. I was so lucky, to have Maggie there to help me, I'm still a bit
clumsy at it and she had to show me how to adjust the straps so that it fit properly. (How
would I know how to adjust one, I never had anything to feed one with, before!) Once she
had the lacy, soft, garment, gently caressing my breasts, I couldn't help but notice, my
nipples were incredibly clenched, and poking out, quite obviously, through the lacy cups.

"Oh my, I do believe that you like your new bra!" she tittered, staring at my protuberances.

I blushed, but still couldn't keep myself from cupping my boobs, with my little hands, and
then moaning quietly, "Mmmmm."

Smiling broadly, Maggie walked up to me and cupped my breasts as well, and then gave
my nipples a little tweak.

"Oh God!" my knees started to give out, and Maggie had to catch me.

"Shhh, you'll have half of the nursing staff in here like that! I think you are going to like
being a girl, whether you think so right now, or not," she grinned and steadied me.

"Thanks for catching me, and you can do that again, any time!" I was still trying to catch
my breath. "But if you do, I just hope you brought more than one pair of panties! Shit, I'm
wearing panties, and talking about them, and referring to me as the one wearing them, it's
just so weird! But they feel so silky and sexy, Ooh!" I was smoothing my hands on them,
across my flat little tummy, still so very confused.

"Well, on that erotically enticing notion, let's move on to your pantyhose now, before the
other nurses have to come in here, and hose us both down!" she had taken a hankie from
her purse and was dabbing at her 'glowing' face with it lightly.

"Okay now, see you have to roll them up like this..." she went on like that, until I was fully
dressed, wearing a mid-calf, plain looking, black skirt (Inherently sexy!), and a pastel pink,
lacy silk blouse, and walking around on, one inch high, black pumps. It was a very new
and sensually arousing experience for me that I just loved!

She allowed me, to do my own makeup. We had been practicing all week, and she told me
I did a really good job, and only needed minor help, from her.

"The doctor should be in to give you, your final exam any..." she started to say, while she
was inspecting her handy work. Namely me.

"Ready to go home, Diane?" Dr. Burnheart asked, as she swept into the room, like she
usually did. "Wow! Look at you! With that Strawberry Blonde hair, and the knock out
figure, topped off, by the waif looking face... I guess maybe we should send you home, with
a bodyguard!" she was holding one of her hands against her upper chest, her eyes bugging
out, ogling me.

"Dr. Burnheart, that is not, a very professional attitude!" Maggie admonished moving closer
toward me, protectively.

"I know... but... she is so beautiful! A real hottie! Every man in the hospital who sees her,
will either trip over his own tongue or drown in his own saliva!" the Doctor exclaimed
breathlessly. "I better notify the emergency room to expect casualties!"

I started crying. The last thing I felt like being was beautiful!

"Examination, over! Doctor! Diane is checking out, now!" Maggie grabbed my hand, and
the suitcase, and stormed out of the hospital room and the hospital.

Dr. Burnheart at our heals, apologizing the whole way to Maggie's car, where Maggie,
stuffed me into the passenger seat, and drove off, with Dr. Burnheart standing at the curb.

"I don't think she meant to be distasteful dear, but when she gets like that, everything from
there, is a downhill spiral," Maggie confided as she carefully guided her car along the
roads. "I'll see to the checkout paperwork later!"

"Do I really look like a waif?" I asked, with my lower lip and chin trembling.

"Honey, you have so damn much waif that you could melt Scrooge's heart!" she told me,
squeezing my knee with her right hand, "And if you don't stop that chin tremble," she
scolded, shaking her finger at me, not taking her eyes from the road, "I'm going to have to
stop this car, and hold you, and rock you, until you do, stop!"

I had to stop and giggle, "I can see I'm going to need lots of tissues, for quite a while."

"Okay then, sit back, relax, and we should be at your place, in five minutes," she promised.
"I hate to say this, but your place is so much nicer than mine, I'm tempted to ask you, to
stay over for the week, so I won't have to spend the time driving to and fro, and can
maximize our time, getting you up to speed, woman wise, that is," she admitted, with just
the hint of a sly smile, at the corner of her mouth.

"Would you? Please? I'm kind of afraid to be there alone, just yet," I asked her, feeling so
tiny, feminine, and vulnerable, sitting in her car, wearing panties, a bra, a full slip,
pantyhose, skirt and a silk blouse, not one damn thing I was wearing, could even be
confused as masculine!

"It's settled then! Now, it's confession time! I already kind of, planned on this, so I have a
suitcase in the trunk, with a weeks worth of clothes in it, already," she smiled at me
reassuringly.

She turned off the road and entered a private garage, taking a code key from my purse,
(Damn, that feels so unnatural to say, even now) to open the security barrier.

After parking in a spot, labeled 'Toyavich,' right next to the elevator, she grabbed our bags,
(I tried to take mine, but she told me she didn't want me to open any incisions) and we
entered the elevator.

She pressed the 'Penthouse' button, and slipped the code key, into a slot, which closed the
door, and brought us, up to the penthouse!

"I live in the penthouse?" I asked wide-eyed.

"I told you that it was nice! Wait until you see it!" she was like a kid, on Christmas
morning.

The elevator opened right into the condo, no hallway, and no corridor. (There was, of
course, a video camera and a monitor, which allowed us to see who was in the elevator,
before letting it come up.) It opened into the living room, a huge, elaborately decorated
room, with sofas, love seat, recliners, coffee tables, and the works! The whole East wall of
the room was picture windows looking out over the lake and the building's docks. There
was a flat panel, high resolution TV, hung on the wall and a nice looking desktop
computer, sitting on a roll top desk, off to one side.

The kitchen was huge, with a butcher block in the middle, gas stove, built-in microwave,
professional conveyor style dishwasher, and copper pots and pans, hanging from the
overhead railing. There were, walk-in refrigerator, and freezers, built-in to the space, with
a full size walk-in pantry.

The bathroom had the conventional fixtures, as well as, a bidet, a Jacuzzi bathtub, and a
double shower stall. (It hadn't even occurred to me that there was no urinal!)

A deck ran the full length of the east side, with a hot tub at one end surrounded with a
glass gazebo that could be screened off. (Hot tubing in the buff, year round!)

There were three bedrooms and each, with a huge bed in the center, all of them with pink,
lacy coverings and full skirts, nightstands, dressers, a vanity, and a hope chest. Each
bedroom, has it's own attached, 3/4 bathroom. (Good thing the bathtub in the main bath
was big enough for three!)

"You say this is mine? How the hell, will I be able to make the payments?" I asked
worriedly.

"No dear, I told you, that you own it. The whole building, free and clear! The tenants, pay
rent, to you. That's how you make a living, as a landlord," she was shaking her head like
she could hardly believe it either.

The pink, princess phone, on the magazine stand, rang and we jumped.

"Hello?" I asked.

"How do you like your new home? You're such a sissy, that I bet you are about to cum in
your panties! (Insane giggling)," and the phone went dead.

"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhh...!" I screamed as I fell to the carpet, and had a
huge, gushing, twitching orgasm, right there, on the living room carpet!

"Diane! What happened? Did she make you orgasm again?" Maggie asked excitedly.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked her, even though I didn't smoke.

Maggie leaned down and hugged me tightly, "You don't smoke, silly! But that sure
answered my question. And judging by the wet spot on the carpet, you just had a hell of
an incredible, orgasm!"

"Oh God Maggie, she told me that I liked my new home so much that I was going to cum in
my panties, and I sure did!" I admitted. "It was the best thing I ever felt in my life!"

Maggie helped me to my feet and walked me into one of the bedrooms, (I assume it is the
master bedroom, because it is maybe, a foot or two larger, than the other two) and right
through it to the bathroom. Where she stripped me, took a washcloth to me quick, to clean
off the intense smell of pussy, and after placing me into the big pink bed, Maggie pulled a
Baby Doll, from the dresser and slipped it onto my, semi-limp body and tucked me in, "You
lay there and recover, I'm going to go and star 69 the phone to see if I can get the number,
of the person, who just 'rang you up', tee he, as the Brits would say! And sister, were you
ever, 'rang up'!" she left giggling.

Moments later she returned, "It didn't work! She must have a blocker."

"I hope she calls again. I like it! I like it a lot!" I admitted half dreamily.

"I would think that it should worry you? Some woman has the ability, to make you fall to
your knees orgasming, at any time. I'd be scared to death!" Maggie made my vulnerability
clear to me.

"Oh my God, that's right, I could be walking down the street and wham!" I shuddered, "I'm
a quivering puddle, of feminine pussy juice, completely vulnerable to anything!" my eyes
were wide and I was holding my tiny hand, over my mouth.

"If she can make you have an orgasm, what else might she be able to do?" Maggie
suggested. "Remember, we found those devices, all over your body."

"What can I do? I don't know why this is happening to me, or how," I was tearing up again
after Maggie scared the holy shit out of me, damn hormones!

"I know hon.. Don't you fret, I'll be here 24/7, at least for a while, maybe I can protect you
from what she's doing to you," Maggie held me tenderly and confidently reassured me.

The phone rang again, and Maggie answered it this time, "Hello?"

"Well, if it isn't Howard's protector! I have news for you lady, who will protect him, from
you? He should be starting to puddle, any second, and the pheromone level in that room,
will go off the charts! Enjoy your lesbian interlude! Ha, ha, ha!" and the voice rang off.

Howar... Um... Diane, that was, you know, her. Do you feel strange or anything? She said
that..." 'Sniff, sniff,' "Does it feel warm in here to you, all of a sudden, Diane?"

"Maggie! Oh no...! She's making me wet the bed! I'm sitting in a warm puddle, and it's
getting bigger, and I can't squeeze it off!" I screeched, pulling the covers off, from on top of
me.

Maggie was sniffing the air and fanning her face with her hand, trying to cool off her
flushed face, "Slip your panties off, and let me have a look," she unbuttoned the top
buttons, on her blouse and was stroking, flushed, and moist, with perspiration cleavage,
gently and sensuously.

I slipped off the Baby Doll's panties, while I could still feel myself flowing heavily, the
puddle ever expanding, and handed the sopping wet things, to Maggie.

I couldn't believe it, when she took them, and started rubbing those wet, slimy things, all
over her pretty face, sniffing them and moaning all the while! She reached up and ripped
open her blouse, buttons popping off everywhere, and scooped her breasts out of her
brassiere, pinching her nipples, and moaning, while crawling on her knees up from the
bottom of the bed, toward my naked and defenseless, little, cunt juice spewing, body.

"Oh Diane, you have the most beautiful pussy..." she said, and then dove her face between
my legs, lapping up the syrupy fluids spewing forth from my cunt.

"Maggie! What the hell are you...? Ah, ooh, oh. Oh God, oh god!" my back arched so hard,
I thought my spine would snap, my head was flopping from side to side and my hands
where pounding on the bed. The more she licked my cunt, the more I orgasmed, over and
over.

"Mmmph, ooh, mmm," Maggie said, as the room was filled with the sounds of slurping, and
shrieking. She started tearing all of her clothes off, and when it was freed, she stuffed
three fingers, from her hand, way into her own steaming pussy, and began working it
furiously!

I came so hard that I lost consciousness, but when I came around the first time, Maggie
was still licking wildly at, my sopping wet cunt. I kept orgasming, and the more I
orgasmed, the more cunt juice spewed forth, the more pheromones were released, and the
crazier Maggie, went for my hot little honey hole!

I must have passed out again, for when I came to, Maggie was lying unconscious and slime
covered, between my legs, apparently fainted from orgasming, herself, a goofy grin, still
pasted on her pretty face. She also had a slightly distended looking tummy, which worried
me a bit, until I noticed that I was, thirstier than I have ever been before, in my whole life.

I put Maggie's tummy out of my mind and I urgently got out of bed and shakily went into
the bathroom. Where I sucked down, Dixie cup, after Dixie cup, of water. I glanced into
the mirror and notice that my new petit feminine body, looked a bit gaunt, after last night's
two-woman lesbian orgy.

God, I was hungry, too! I raided the kitchen, and scarfed down a box of cereal, four
waffles, and a breakfast burrito. I sat back in the kitchen chair, hands clasping my
distended stomach, finally sated.

When I had recovered some, I decided to fix some eggs and bacon for Maggie, and brought
them to her, in the bedroom, with juice, toast and coffee. I even placed a bud vase with an
artificial flower in it on the tray! And to this day I still have no idea why I thought to do
that!

"Maggie? Wake up, its breakfast time!" I called to her, sitting the tray down on the Hope
chest, and crawling into bed with her, kissing her alabaster cheek.

"Breakfast?" she mumbled. "What happened? Where am I?"

"Yes, breakfast. We had lesbian sex. And you are lying in the middle of my cum-soaked
bed, and covered head to toe, in vaginal lubrication. Does that answer your questions?" I
asked nuzzling her neck playfully.

"Oh my GOD!" she was wide-awake, instantly. "I ate out another woman's cunt! I have
never done anything remotely like that, ever before, never even fantasized about it! Am I
gay now?"

"Actually, you sound kind of upset to me," I told her.

"I better go and have an MRI myself, to see if I have any of those implants, in me," Maggie
said, sounding very frightened. "I knew she could control you, but I never thought, that
she could control me too!"

"What did she say last night? I didn't hear, and when you hung up, I ah... was kind of
busy, and you were doing the breast stroke," I asked her, looking into her eyes, so she
knew that I was being playful.

She strained to remember, but was only able to recall the high points, "She said, 'if it isn't
Howard's protector,' and asked me who would protect you, from me. Then she said you
were going to puddle, and give off massive amounts, of pheromones."

"What are pheromones?" I asked.

"Sexual attractant scents, given off by the opposite sex to attract a mate, drive them into a
sexual frenzy," she replied, almost in a lecturer's fashion.

"If that is the case, I don't think you have to worry about implants, do you?" I reasoned.

"Answered my own question, didn't I? I guess those pheromones, left my head a little
fuzzy," she admitted. "I'm sorry, that I raped you. I really couldn't control myself!"

"Stop that! You didn't rape me, and I'm not sorry one bit! Remember, I'm still a man
inside here, so what we did, doesn't seem like homosexual sex, to me. Anyway, I liked it,
and I love you, so you can forget about it, or just cherish it, like I will," I told her, and
kissed her surprised looking mouth. "Now do you want breakfast, or would you just like to
cuddle, for awhile, instead?"

She reached over and hugged me tight, "Honey, I'm so confused, and you are still turning
me on, with that tight body, and smooth, hairless pussy! For some reason, I feel kind of
full right now, so I'm not very hungry, and I don't really know why. It looks beautiful
though and I thank you for making it."

"I saw your tummy this morning, and it took me a minute, but I remembered how much
pussy juice you were lapping up, and how dehydrated I was, this morning. Your stomach
is full of... my... juices, I'm afraid..." I confessed. "You will probably slosh, when you walk!"

"I remember now! You tasted so good, I just couldn't get enough!" she reached down
between my legs and penetrated my cunt with her finger, and brought it back up to her
mouth, licking it off, most seductively. "Mmmm! Maybe I do have latent, lesbian
tendencies? You're still delicious!"

"Whatever, thank you for being there for me. Do you want to get wet and slippery in the
shower, or the bathtub?"

"Shower! Then I think we are going to have to strip that bed, and throw the mattress
away!" she released me from our mutually slimy, and crusty embrace, and stood up,
pulling me to my feet.

We had a sudsy, slippery, quite fun filled, shower and then started stripping the bed, only
to discover that someone had thought ahead, and the mattress was covered with a
plasticized sheet.

I nearly had to use a hose on Maggie, when I saw her sniffing the sheets, and rubbing them
on her face.

When the bed was finally re-clothed, and Maggie was settled down, I asked, "What next?
Did you have any plans for the day?"

We were interrupted, by the phone ringing, we looked at each other, and Maggie finally
picked up, after the fourth ring, "Hello?"

"Afraid of what you might hear, if you answer the phone? You should know that if you
don't answer, what will happen is much worse, than if you do answer. But you did
answer, so no punishment this time. By the way, I just love little girls with big boobs,
don't you? No answer? No matter! Enjoy! Ha, ha, ha, ha," and she rang off.

"Diane, get your blouse and bra off, now!" Maggie ordered urgently, and then started to
help me.

It looked so strange, like someone blowing up water balloons, my boobs swelling, bigger
and bigger, until they finally stopped, at a 'DD' cup.

I just stared at them, with my mouth hanging open.

Maggie came up to me and asked, "Do they hurt? Are they sore, or painful?" as she
reached out and cupped them from below.

"Ooh, that feels so..." I moaned.

"Wow, they feel so real!" Maggie started to manipulate my nipples.

My knees gave way, and I fell to the carpet, moaning.

"My word girl, you must have the most sensitive boobs, in the world!" Maggie was down on
her knees, grinning at me. "I think that you are going to need a little bit bigger bra! Let's
see if we can find one in this place?"

"Do we have to? I'm so hungry, I could eat a water buffalo!" I whined while feeling like my
tummy was touching my spine.

"Oh my God! Those must be real! You stuffed yourself, just a couple of hours ago, your
body must have burned it all up, growing boobs!" she reasoned.

"So why is that so scary?" I asked puzzled.

"If it had been some kind of implant that was filled by a chemical reaction, then there
would be a maximum size, they could be made to grow, but if it causes your body, to
accelerate growth, she can make anything grow, as big as she wants, or continue to cause
you to orgasm time and again indefinitely, if the implants run on bio-energy, she could
torment you for life," Maggie looked scared, and was definitely scaring me!

After she had calmed me down, Maggie made a huge hoagie sandwich for me, and I wolfed
it down.

"Did you get Dr. Burnheart to see what she could come up with, maybe she can give us
some leads as to who might be able to do something, as sophisticated as this," I asked
around a mouthful. I was reaching for anything that might be a life ring, for me, in my
strange predicament.

"I'll call her and see if she has come up with anything. Would you mind if I invited her
over? She really is a nice person, at heart," Maggie asked hopefully.

"I'm not angry with her, and any friend of yours, is a friend of mine. Especially with you
here, to ride herd on her," I giggled, and then, yawned. "Excuse me! All of a sudden I'm so
sleepy!"

"I can imagine! Why don't you go take a nap and I'll try to hunt you up a bra, and call the
doctor. Now scoot, and let Maggie take care of everything," she pushed me toward the
bedroom.

"Okay, (yawn) see you later," I stumbled into the bedroom and did a face plant, onto the
bed. Out before my head hit the pillows!

**********

"I told you she was sweet. She looks like an angel sleeping there," then a whisper, "and her
pussy tastes incredible," I heard Maggie saying. I kept my eyes closed, because I didn't
want to embarrass her. "Did you bring it?"

"Yes," I heard another feminine voice answer, "come on I'll show you." And I heard the
bedroom door close.

I opened my eyes and noticed that Maggie had placed a glass of water on my nightstand,
which I took immediate advantage of.

When I sat up, my new large rack, jiggled about wildly, underneath the nightie, which I
didn't remember putting on. I guess when Maggie says she is going to take care of
everything she really means it!

I drained the water glass, and went into my bathroom, to pee. And yes that is way
different, too! Peeing from your butt, can you imagine?

After finishing, I stood in front of the mirror and lifted the nightie. There 'they' were! I
leaned forward and grasped the right one, bringing it closer to my face. It has a much
bigger nipple than before, and my areola is easily twice as big, and really puffy looking.

As I was inspecting it, I watched my nipple become more clenched, and the goose bumps
around it began standing up and looking whiter. It felt like my boob was swelling up, as I
held it.

I discovered, that not only, did my nipple itself feel good, but it made my cunt feel like
someone was whispering to my clit, so I experimentally stroked my nipple, gently.

"Ooh, that feels good," I moaned to myself.

'They're just so big!' I thought, 'but they feel so damn good! I think I like having big boobs.'
I squeezed both of them together, 'God that looks so hot! I'd have shot my wad, when I was
a man, just watching a babe with tits like these, playing like this... whew very hot!'

I reached my left hand down between my legs, sliding it down my smooth hairless tummy,
over my mons veneris and slipped my middle finger between my vulva's lips. My god I was
sopping wet! In fact I could feel my pussy juice start drooling down my legs.

'Holy shit, I'm just fondling my breasts! This keeps up, and I'll leave a trail like a slug,
everywhere I go!' I thought to myself, making a conscious effort to stop myself while I still
could.

I grabbed a towel and dried off my hairless, slimy pussy, and damned if that didn't feel
strange too!

I jiggled my way back into the bedroom and slipped on a pink silk robe, with pink feathers
around the collar and cuffs. I paused, listening at the door, but didn't hear anything
except a low murmuring, so I opened the door and headed toward the kitchen.

"Ah, I see you're awake, beautiful. Would you like some dinner?" Maggie asked me, giving
me a big hug.

Damn, it feels weird having my big boobs, squeezed up against hers! Weird, but damn
good!

"Hi Diane, I want to apologize again, for what I said. I honestly thought I was
complimenting you. I didn't stop to think, how it would affect you, in your circumstance. I
hope you will forgive me," Dr. Burnheart said, while Maggie hugged me.

"I know. I figured all of that out, after I had time to think it over. There's really nothing to
forgive, if anything, I should apologize to you, for being over sensitive, I'm sorry, it's just
really tough on a person, having their life, and their gender stolen. Can you forgive me?" I
asked her trying hard to make nice with her.

When Maggie released me, a much taller, Dr. Burnheart took her place, hugging me.

"I suppose, I should tell you, why I know Dr. Burnheart so well Diane, she's my little
sister!" Maggie informed me abruptly. "That is why I pulled some strings and got her
assigned to your case. Between the two of us we were able to protect you, at least a little
bit. Your first doctor was talking commitment, and psychoactive drugs, for Pete's sake! He
kept claiming you were a loon!"

I started, while I hugged the Doctor, she held me tighter, and reassured me saying, "It's
okay, she didn't mean to frighten you, I'm not the wicked witch of the west. But I think
Maggie, might be Glenda, the good fairy," Dr. Burnheart started giggling.

"I'll Glenda you, Betty! Just because she finished school to become a Doctor, she thinks
that she's better than I am," Maggie told me while she was rubbing my butt through the
robe, trying to get my engine started. It was working too!

"No, I don't big sister, if you hadn't supported me all those years, I never would have made
it. You know, I love you Mags. Come here, and let's make this a three way hug," she
suggested. "Wow, Diane you sure have grown, since I saw you last!"

"Should I keep calling you Dr. Burnheart?"

"Call me Betty, we're family now, sort of?" she kissed me on the cheek.

Maggie jumped in, "Betty brought a lovely, fuchsia '30' DD bra, with her for you!"

Betty held it up for me to see, "What do you think?"

"I think it looks kind of like, some kind of woman engineer's concept of an ICBM launching
device! No, I'm just kidding, it's beautiful and it appears that, now I need it, so very badly!"
I admitted, my eyes still trying to take in the necessary enormity, of the lacy thing.

"Hold it up to her and let's at least get an idea if it'll fit, and how it'll look on her," Maggie
told her anxiously, wanting to see those lovely boobs, covered in lace.

As Betty was holding it to me, and they were both staring hungrily, at how my jutting
jigglers will look, once properly supported, I inquired, "You weren't making fun of Maggie,
with the fairy comment, just because we had lesbian sex, were you?"

"Oh my God Mags, are you a lesbian?" Betty let go of both of us, backing away one step,
allowing my nightie to fall back into place, my new bra, still clutched in her hands.

"I don't know, maybe? Is it lesbian sex, when you do it with a woman, who was a man?"
she looked perplexed, "All I know is, it was soooo goooood!" and she slipped her hand
under the nightie and started caressing my soft derrière.

"Ewww that's disgusting! You mean you actually... with your tongue? In her... Ewww!"
Betty was looking totally grossed out, as she shuddered. "That's what you meant in the
bedroom, when you said that, 'her pussy tasted good'? I thought you were pulling my leg!"

"So, are you going to disown me, now?" Maggie asked with little, or no inflexion to intimate
she was joking.

"I'm so sorry Maggie, I thought she knew, I heard you tell her... I shouldn't have shot off
my mouth," I started to blubber hiding my face in my hands.

They both dove back into our group hug and comforted me.

"It's okay, Diane. It was just sister banter, I was just taken by surprise. We used to
discuss things like this, when we were little girls. What was it like Maggie? You know,
compared to sex with a man, I mean?" Betty was trying to get us all, sitting down at the
kitchen table, and making nice.

"You know how we used to think it would taste gross, and be so disgusting? Well, it isn't.
I mean she tastes really good, and the sensuous feeling of another woman in the throes of
passion! Her soft, sensitive body, responding to every touch, every caress, and the taste of
her, just drove me nuts! Maybe it's just Diane, or how Diane is to me. All I can say is,
maybe you should try it, and I warn you, if you hang around here, that nut ball woman
may call back, and trigger Diane's pheromones again, and I don't think you will have any
choice!" Maggie informed her.

Just as if on queue, the phone rang, everyone's face show how startled we were, as Maggie
answered, "Hello?"

"So, you must have liked it, or licked it, as it were. Do you think your sister, is ready for a
three way? Ha, ha, ha," and the voice hung up.

"Not again!" I screamed, as my pussy began to flood once more.

I could see Maggie, who was already sensitized, quickly become flushed, and start sniffing
the air, and the incredibly shocked look, appearing on Betty's face, as her nipples came to
full attention, attempting to explode the 'C' cup bra cradling them, from her petite chest,
and she started sniffing at the air just like Maggie!

My lower half wouldn't perform to the actions my brain was trying to send, so all I could
do, was sit there and gush! I became just an aphrodisiac pussy juice fountain!

"Do you smell that, Mags?" Betty asked, not seeming to notice that she was actually,
drooling! She had a little stream running halfway down her neck, and a wild feral look in
her eyes!

"Oh yes! Ambrosia! Come on, help me get her to the bedroom!" Maggie encouraged Betty,
picking me up with Betty's help, as though I were no heavier than a Barbie Doll, and
rushing me into the bedroom.

"If this keeps happening, I'm going to have to wear a diaper," I exclaimed, as my
fountainous gash, dribbled a line, from the kitchen, into the bedroom.

I couldn't believe it, when I saw Betty slip her hand into my robe, and grab a sample from
what was running down my leg, to put into her mouth, "Maggie, you didn't tell me, girls
tasted this good, the hell with men! I'm turning lesbian tonight!"

They plopped me onto the bed, and literally tore the robe, from my naked body. My lower
half was completely slick with my juices, when Maggie scooped up a handful and smeared
it all over my big boobs, "You clean that one off, this one's mine!"

They both latched on,