Shelly said, “Don’t go. Dance with me." I looked at her and really didn't know what to say. But I walked back to her and she put her arms around m... as if to hug me. I gently put my arms around her, not knowing what I was doing. Shelly pulled me in close and I felt her body pressing against mine. I didn't want to make a scene so I just went along with her. As we danced, she ran her hands up and down my back. The smell of her was intoxicating. I felt myself relax in her arms, holding her as she. Myshoulders were broad, arms thick and muscular, thighs like iron. My chestand torso were huge. The body wasn't skinny there was a lot of mass butit seemed to be mostly muscle; maybe like a heavyweight boxer off-season,just slightly off-prime.My hair was short round the sides and back but full of body (and product)on top. I had sideburns!I stepped closer to the mirror to see my face better.My face.My head and neck were as big and masculine as my body. My normallyslender eyebrows were now bushy.. The scene faded, to be recalled vaguely nextafternoon, as I slowly sorted my memories while nursing seven poundssix ounces of new baby.CHAPTER 1Joan and I were married two weeks after my promotion to full professor.She was a doctoral student whose thesis was being written on the roleof the husband in a patriarchal (i.e. Victorian Age) society. She wasalso a dark-eyed beauty who, while well aware of her attraction formen, usually rejected their advances. She seemed self-sufficient andnot overly. Still, a part of him seemed to find it perfectly fitting that she should.There were more tests that day, all as inconclusive as those the day before. His mother and sister visited again, and told him that if no more troubling symptoms showed up he would be discharged the next day."You'll have to spend another night here," his mother said sympathetically, "but it's better to be safe." Yes," Sam agreed, but he was thinking about the nurse, Jenny. Would she be on duty again that night?In the.