As the night wore on, Joe felt fatigue begin to affect him. Norm slept continuously, not even waking when Dr. Krell pulled back the sheet for his hourly examination, blood and tissue samples. What was happening to Norm was nothing short of amazing. As the time passed, the man's body continued to reverse the natural signs of aging as well as become more and more feminine. The transition would be a pleasant morning surprise for Norm, since he had been unable to stay awake beyond eleven no matter how hard he tried. He desperately wanted to remain conscious as he developed feminine curves, but he just couldn't. He fell asleep while Dr. Krell examined his atrophying penis, and had not awakened since. Joe watched each examination with great interest. The last one, about a half hour ago, found Norm's genitalia a strange combination of male and female. His penis, if it could still be called that, was now less than an inch in length, and seemed to be retracting under a hood of skin above the cleft formed in his scrotum, which had separated mid-line and already looked much like the vagina it would eventually become. Norm, who was uncircumcised, the only one so far, would probably wake to find his penis had developed into a very natural looking clitoris. Joe wondered if the vaginal opening had formed. If it hadn't, it surely would soon, since it was clear Norm's testicles had already moved up into his body, probably forming the basis for the ovaries that would technically make Norm a woman,no matter what everything else happened to look like. The rest of Norm's body was also continuing its metamorphosis to femininity. His chest was now completely without coarse hair, and already enough breast tissue had developed that it was clear Norm would soon have the shapely torso he so desired. His facial features continued to change too. Softness had begun to replace the hard masculine lines in his complexion. Fuller lips, higher cheekbones, and eyes which appeared to be getting larger as time passed, also served to change his look. While not ravishingly beautiful, Norm would probably be reasonably attractive when he assumed the female role. Joe looked at Norm as he slept. He looked so innocent, this sixty year old man. He was no longer very masculine, no matter the shape of his organs at this moment. Joe was quite anxious to see Norm's reaction on waking. Joe remembered that morning, little more than a week ago, when he opened his eyes to find his own body and life changed so completely. But it would be different for Norm. He asked for this. He wanted it. He knew what was going to happen, at least hoped he knew. The awakening would be only a pleasant surprise, not a complete shock. For Joe, to wake up looking totally female truly was a jolt. Exploring his changed body was always interesting, sometimes enjoyable, sometimes even a source of pride, and often a source of embarrassment. Only now was he coming to grips with what really happened, and how it would likely affect the rest of his life. He was slowly beginning to accept the fact that he really had become a woman and would probably be one from now on. Joe looked at his watch. It read two a.m.. About six-and-a-half hours since he and Norm experimented with the cage. He desperately needed to go to bed. Maybe it was the changes, something, he didn't know exactly what, but he tired much easier than before. But even if he still had his balls, he'd still be sleepy at two in the morning. "You look sleepy, Joe." Karen said from the other side of the bed. Joe looked at the nurse. Karen still looked fresh. During the course of the evening, she had dressed in a crisp white uniform, and had brushed her hair, changing from the pony tail and jeans she wore when Joe first called her. She looked so attractive. Joe found himself drawn to this person, this fellow transsexual, with whom he had so much in common. Although Karen found her femininity with surgery and hormones, she was no less a woman. Perhaps Joe's body was now 'more' female, capable of functioning totally, probably including menstruation and conception, but Karen could have been no more feminine if she had been born a girl. Joe, for whom womanhood had been forced upon him little more than one week ago, the whole idea was still quite foreign, but he was trying his best to adapt. Often, like right now, he had to remind himself that for him, masculinity was only a memory, and he needed to work constantly at thinking and acting like the young looking woman he had physically become. "I am tired." Joe responded, forcing a grin to his face. "Me too." Karen said. "But I've got to stay here till six. You can go home if you want." "No way." Joe said. "I want to be around when he wakes up." "It looks like Norm will be a 'she' when he opens his eyes." Karen teased. She knew that Joe still thought of himself as a 'he' even though he now pretty well accepted his new gender. "Why don't you lie on that other bed." Karen suggested. "If Norm wakes, I'll get you up. Get some sleep." "If you don't mind," Joe looked at her. He did want to lie down so bad. "Lay down Joe. Get some beauty rest." Karen teased. Joe hopped up on the bed and slipped his Reeboks off. It would feel good to pull off his clothes. His still growing breasts were starting to hurt, and he knew it would feel wonderful to free them from the snug bra and gently massage them. Nothing sexual really, but undeniably sensual. That's the way it was now, with this changed body, everything was more pronounced, pleasure as well as pain. But he'd best keep his clothes on. He lay back on the pillow and experienced the pleasant sensation of his breasts falling back against his chest. He felt cool, so he covered himself with the top sheet. Right now it would be great if he could just remove this tight bra. The new breast tissue, especially around, or behind the nipples, often seemed to become irritated and achy by the end of the day. He hoped the dull pain would end when the development in that area finally ceased. As Joe lie innocently massaging his sore breasts through his bra, he tried to keep one eye on Norm, who was changing so rapidly it could actually be seen happening. But like watching a clock, it seemed that if he watched, nothing seemed to happen, so he closed his eyes. In moments, he was sound asleep. As he slept, Joe dreamed of laying in a large pile of straw. Alongside him was a man, who's face he couldn't see. As hard as he tried, Joe couldn't figure out who the man was. His body shape seemed identical to Joe's own, at least the way it was before the change. Joe found himself strangely curious about the stranger's familiar, but now quite interesting form. Joe discovered he could actually touch this other guy's body. He gave no resistance, but the man exhibited no interest in him. Joe ran his fingers through the thin hair on the man's upper body, he wore no shirt, and he felt the broad, firm, muscular chest. He found it quite arousing just to touch those familiar parts again. The man wore strange, snug, nylon or silk undershorts. As he grew more confident, Joe began massaging the man's genitalia through the silky garment. At first, the penis was quite flaccid, but Joe, with his intimate knowledge of that organ, soon caused it to become erect. When that occurred, Joe slipped his hand into the waist band and wrapped his small hand around the firm, stiff organ. Joe couldn't resist pumping his hand rhythmically in synch with the man's movement of his hips. Although he had done this before with Jay, as they both experimented with Joe's changed sexuality, this was different. It seemed now he could actually feel just what the man was feeling...as if this penis in his hand was his own, and it was indeed pleasurable. Just like before the change. He could feel it and see it. As the strange masturbation continued, Joe began to experience the now familiar urge to be filled. Joe recognized it as a prelude to climax. It was as though his new vagina desperately wanted something inside it. There was a strong need for the muscles there to bear down on something. It was an intensely powerful sensation, and he fought to resist the temptation to wrap his legs around that luscious stiff penis. Joe resisted the urge and soon he felt his legs stiffen as he raised his hips involuntarily. As his sphincter contracted in a cyclic manner, Joe imagined he saw the man's penis began to ejaculate a white fluid at exactly the same time. What was this? What was happening? How was it that this man's penis was so tied to what his own body did? There was no denying the orgasm. He was absolutely familiar with the sensation. Male or female, the result was a pleasing release of tension. Maybe now there was no ejaculation, but there was still a strong sensation of release and intense pleasure. Suddenly he felt a sensation of being shaken. What was this? Was the guy starting to touch him? Why now? "Joe... Joe... He's waking." Joe opened his eyes to see Karen standing at the side of the bed. What was this? Where was he? Reality dawned. He was in the hospital bed, and Karen was simply trying to wake him. Did she realize what was going on? He suddenly realized his hand was inside his own shorts, but outside his panties. He had been fondling himself, apparently all the way to climax. He hoped Karen didn't realize what he had been doing. But there was nothing in her expression to indicate that. "What? He's awake?" Joe stammered in embarrassment. "Norm is waking." Karen said again. "He stirred when Dr. Krell examined him." Joe quietly removed his hand from his pants. How embarrassing to almost get caught masturbating to climax, while asleep, no less. He rubbed his crotch, feeling only the smooth panty liner. Well, at least a clitoris wasn't nearly as conspicuous as the raging boner it felt like. Joe looked over at the other bed, and noticed that Norm was not stirring. He looked back at Karen. "He opened his eyes and muttered something when Dr. Krell examined him," she remarked, shrugging her shoulders. Joe lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes again. He hoped that no one had seen him playing with himself. He was under the sheet, and the lights were quite low on this side of the room. His little escapade was confusing, like the episode in the locker room. What was happening? Why was he so horny? What was he really, a male, like his thoughts, or was he female, like his changed body? It was a difficult conundrum. His libido was changing, in fact, usually he felt much less tension than when male levels of testosterone surged through his veins. He was even starting to like the pleasing sense of well being he often experienced. But unfortunately, that feeling wasn't always there, and when it wasn't, his changed system had difficulty coping with the returning male urges especially the way they felt to his new, more sensitive nervous system. It was a volatile mixture of male needs with female sensations and reactions, but it was apparently impossible to prevent. Joe tried to sleep again, but the conversation of the others was just too distracting, and just too interesting. "Yes, those levels are being elevated." He heard Dr. Krell say. "But like the others, they'll probably come down over time." He must be discussing some test results with Karen already, Joe thought. It was amazing how quickly results could be obtained when the priorities were raised. Of course, this gender changing chromosome process was pretty interesting and important to the medical community. Maybe he should get up again. He looked at his watch. Almost five AM. Early morning sunlight was beginning to poke through the closed curtains at the other end of the room. Joe pulled the sheet away, and discreetly buttoned the front of his shorts as he sat up in bed. He swung his legs over the side and slid to the floor. Another day was starting. It would be the first for Norm, and nine days since he himself had undergone the change. Were there new changes in his own body? He always checked in the morning, and so far there always were. They were becoming more and more subtle each day, but they were still happening. His breasts continued to fill out, and his hips got larger, partly from changes in his pelvic bones, and partly from slowly increasing softness as the body distributed its small amount of fat in a more feminine pattern. His body continued to get just a little more rounded and curvier each day. As Joe stood, he straightened his clothes. He looked a mess. He literally slept in these clothes, and desperately needed a shower. Surprisingly, the irritation between his legs no longer bothered him. Maybe things were starting to clear up already. He hoped so. He didn't need such a strong reminder of his new anatomy. Karen looked up and saw Joe standing. "Good morning, sleepy head!" she said cheerfully, her somewhat deep but feminine voice always sounded strangely sensual. "Good morning." Joe repeated. His own voice had lost its masculine timbre more than Karen's, who had actually taken voice classes to make hers seem more feminine. "Norm's asleep again." Karen continued. "I hope he wakes during the next exam. It's in about fifteen minutes." "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up a little." Joe announced. "Good idea." Karen teased. Joe went into the little accompanying bathroom, with its handicap toilet and minimal sink. There were only paper towels, but that would be enough. Joe unbuttoned his shorts, lowered his panties, and sat on the stool. He relieved himself, and wiped carefully. He was glad to find it didn't hurt. He didn't have any medication with him, and he knew Dr. Krell told him to use it till it was gone. He'd need to go home to do that. Well, how did he fare for changes this morning? Joe stood straight at he could and stared into the mirror. No big changes around his face. He pulled his shoulders back, emphasizing his breasts. Were they a little bigger today? Hard to tell. He slipped the blouse over his head and looked again. This bra certainly was getting tighter, so he probably was still growing. When would it stop? Just how big was he going to get? Joe unhooked the bra and slipped it off. Funny how different boobs looked when they were your own. It was not nearly as sexy, but still interesting, how they moved and swayed with every slight movement. He swiveled his shoulders slightly, watching them and how almost any movement caused the nipples, his nipples, to become stiff and pointed. He cupped them in his hands, enjoying the softness, and massaging them to relieve the slight ache in the nipple area. Who'd have thought I'd ever have these, he thought as he examined them. But I guess if I'm going to be a woman, I guess I'm going to need them. Satisfied that he had the results of the night's changes, Joe slipped the bra back on, finding the front hook difficult to close. He'd need to get some new clothes again. Probably a lot, if not all of his new underwear wouldn't fit soon. The development he was undergoing had probably made him another couple of inches larger, and maybe soon even another cup size. He hoped not, he didn't want huge boobs. The way he was now was just fine. Instinctively, Joe ran his hands along his hips, feeling for any changes in that area. It was hard to tell for sure. He'd need to use a measuring tape, but he probably was getting a little hippier. He ran his palms over his buttocks. His tush was getting softer. He was slowly but definitely loosing the one of the few remaining traces of his male body, his small butt. Satisfied that he had done all he could with what he had available, Joe took one last look in the mirror, and then went back into the hospital room. The examination was starting, and Joe got behind Dr. Krell so he could get a good look at Norm's changes. Karen and Dr. Krell pulled the sheet away from the still sleeping patient, and gently pulled Norm's legs apart slightly. No doubt about it, Norm was now all female in appearance. There was no longer any trace of his masculine genitalia. He now had a very normal looking pubic area and vulva. The pelvis had already changed so that his pubic bone was more prominent. His pubic hair, all Norm's body hair, now followed the feminine pattern, and hair that had fallen out was all over the bed linen. Norm still had plenty of hair on his legs. Like Joe, he'd need to shave them to look as he thought all women always looked. He had never even seen a woman with unshaven legs until he saw himself that first morning. At Dr. Krell's direction, Karen pulled Norm's gown up and away, exposing his upper body. There too, except for his underarms, Norm had lost all the coarse hair. Except for a light fuzz, he was now completely hairless. But, he had breasts. Already Norm's breast tissue was quite extensive. He probably was already as well endowed as Joe, and the newly formed breasts were very firm, showing no virtually sign of sag. Since they were hours old, gravity had no time to affect them, and they were almost perfect in appearance. Norm would be most impressed, Joe thought. Dr. Krell began to touch Norm and manipulate him when Norm began to stir. "OK...OK... I'll have that in the morning...I'' get back to you." Norm was obviously dreaming...and true to form, it sounded like business. Dr. Krell shook Norm's shoulder slightly attempting to wake him. Norm stirred...He opened his eyes, first only slightly, then very wide. "What's going on?" He asked, sounding surprised. "Norm, It's me. Joe, Joe Bates. Do you feel OK?" Norm looked at them, obviously trying to regain his thoughts. The little hospital gown was still drawn up around his shoulders, and when Norm sat up slightly, he saw his naked body, and his new shape. Norm raised his hand to touch himself, and then realized even his hand was changed too. He held it to within a foot of his face and stared at it. Then he remembered the other changes. He looked down at his breasts, and felt them with his hand as if not believing they were really part of him. He moved his hand lower, to his pubic hair, and slowly, carefully traced along the new shape with his fingers. He moved his legs further apart, then ran his fingers down between his legs, his face relaying his amazement at what he was feeling. Norm was no longer a sixty year old man. At least he sure didn't look like one. The radio energy of the cage had given him the body of a woman. A woman who looked no more than thirty, or maybe a youthful forty years old. It was what he wanted. It was what he had hoped for. But it was still a shock to suddenly discover that he know had it. Norm didn't say a word. He kept moving one hand, then the other, to his changed parts. It was as if he didn't believe what he was seeing or what he was feeling. Finally he spoke. "I guess it worked. I'm a woman." "That's right," Dr. Krell said, smiling proudly. No matter what he said previously, he was obviously pleased too. "I'm a woman," Norm repeated. "I'm really a woman." "And everything seems satisfactory so far," Dr. Krell advised. Are you experiencing any discomfort?" "Discomfort? No, I feel fine, pretty good, really." "I'm very glad to hear that," Dr. Krell announced. "But I really do need to pee." Norm rubbed his genital area, probably wondering what urination would be like without a penis. "Can I get up?" "Certainly," Dr. Krell said. Karen began to pull the gown back down. "I can do that," Norm said, a little irritation showing in his only slightly changed voice. Just like Joe and the other changelings, Norm's voice would probably get a lot more feminine sounding as the days went by. Those kind of changes seemed to occur gradually. Norm stood. The changes had caused his balance to change slightly, and he wasn't used t that yet. He placed a hand on the side of the bed to steady himself. Norm felt the sensation of gravity as it tugged at the new appendages on his chest. He raised both hands to his breasts just as Joe often did, as if in wonder at the soft mounds of flesh that had sprouted there. Norm saw the others watching, and suddenly began to feel self-conscious. He excused himself and went into the bathroom. Joe knew he'd probably be checking out that new body, in private, in front of the small mirror. He knew exactly how Norm was feeling. In moments, Joe heard the tinkle as Norm relieved himself. Then there was silence for a long while. In maybe ten minutes, Norm came back out. The features on his changed face became red when he saw knowing smiles on their faces. "I just had to look," He apologized, only slightly embar- rassed. "Everything is just so much better than I had hoped." "We still need to take some blood and tissue samples." Dr. Krell said. "Then what?" Norm asked. "What do I do today?" "After another physical, I suppose you are free to go," Dr. Krell decided, "but I think you should stay here again tonight." "I guess you'll want to get clothes that fit," Joe said, half jokingly. He knew that the things Norm had brought, the stuff back in his room, would no longer be satisfactory. Not only would they probably not fit, but his now more youthful appearance was all wrong for the styles. Norm looked at Joe. He gave a wink. Norm was one happy guy. Or gal. "Can we go shopping this afternoon, Joe?" Norm asked. Joe considered the request. He knew how afraid he was the first time he went out in public with his new body. There was absolutely no way to hide the changes, especially when you were trying to buy things like underwear. Already, Joe had adjusted to it, to being able to wear silky things, and he loved the way they made him feel. Unlike Norm, his femininity was unasked for, but he found it pleasant nonetheless. Joe desperately wanted to go home and shower. Then maybe a change of clothes, and he'd be ready to go. Those few hours of sleep must have been enough. That, along with the excitement of Norm's transition elevating his adrenaline, had driven fatigue from his brain. "Yeah, I think we can do that," he agreed. He needed to get some new things for himself anyway. Dr. Krell continued his physical examination, and Joe decided to head for home. Linda would still be there, and he wanted to tell her what had happened overnight. "I think I'll go home and clean up. I'll be back in two or three hours." "OK, Joe," Norm said. "I'll be waiting for you right here." Joe gave the smaller, softer Norm Peterson a pat on the back and a big grin. "You're looking fantastic, Norm," he said as he left the room.