Profile view of Professor Waite, who is lying on her back on a cot under a sheet.  We can see her face, which is calm, composed, with her eyes closed.  At least two electrodes are wired to her forehead.  Behind her, looking down, are Little Willie and Little Michiko.

LITTLE MICHIKO: She looks so peaceful…

LITTLE WILLIE: Perhaps you should say he looks so peaceful.

Reverse view of the previous panel, so that we see Little Michiko and Little Willie in the foreground, Waite in the background.  Little Willie and Little Michiko have turned away from Waite’s cot and are now conversing with each other.

LITTLE WILLIE: I must say that sometimes the…methodology…here gives me some qualms.

LITTLE MICHIKO: Oh, just because you were foolish enough to fall for the trick, Willie.

Little Willie has walked across the room and is looking down at a video monitor on the other side of the room.  We see his face as he is looking down.

LITTLE WILLIE: mm.  Yes.  Well, at least I’m not the only guy to have fallen for it.

Monitor view of one of Scott and Taylor having copulating vigorously. It should be clear from the image that it is an image taken by a camera hidden somewhere in the room they are in.

CAPTION: In any event, it would seem that Rebecca is succeeding beyond her expectations here.

Front view of Little Willie looking down at the monitor.  Little Michiko is looking over his shoulder, with an eager expression on her face.

LITTLE WILLIE: A spectacular show like this makes me sorry that all I’ve got is a…little willie.

LITTLE MICHIKO: Oh, and I guess that’s all I’ve got here too.

Same as before, except that Little Michiko and Little Willie have turned and are facing each other very close.  Both are grinning.

LITTLE WILLIE: So, who’s the little perv now?

A panoramic view of a graduation ceremony.  A sea of gowned and mortarboarded students sits in an audiece while the faculty sits up on stage in academic regalia.  A SPEAKER behind a podium bearing the Gnosis College seal is delivering an address.

CAPTION: And now that we have all passed our final exams, there is a graduation.

SPEAKER: And as you are all together for the final time on these hallowed college grounds, do not forget that however stunning the experiences you have had here, far more interesting ones lie in the world without.

CAPTION: No shit, honorary degree dude.

Jill Keeney, in gown and mortarboard receives a scroll from the COLLEGE PRESIDENT on the stage with one hand, while shaking the College President’s hand with the other.

CAPTION: In spite of an unexplained absence of several weeks in the last term and many extracurricular activities, Jill manages to graduate in good order.

Taylor, in a halter-top and short shorts, receiving an envelope from a courier. Writing on the envelope should make it clear that it came from Japan.

CAPTION: And just as Jill receives her diploma, I receive my own.

A desktop  We see an extreme close-up on part of the desk, showing the courier envelope, on top of which are piled a U.S. Passport and an airline ticket envelope marked “MUNAI AIRLINES.”  In another part of the panel we see a computer keyboard and one of Taylor’s hands typing on it.

CAPTION: I send my parents an e-mail about this fantastic overseas internship opportunity that just opened up and need to take right away.

Taylor, holding up a sundress on a hanger.  Her dorm-room bed is visible in the background, and on it is a suitcase, partly full of clothes.

CAPTION: And then I get to wonder…

CAPTION: What do you pack for your business trip to hell?

CAPTION: END OF “TIRESIAS”

Close up of Taylor leaning her head forward and Scott kissing her neck.

CAPTION: He’s actually very tender and gentle.

Taylor sitting on the bed, removing her sweatshirt with Scott’s help, revealing a brassiere underneath.

Scott behind Taylor, unhooking her brassier from the front.  Taylor’s head is turned back, kissing Scott.

CAPTION: Scott seems to know just which step to take when.  I feel warmer and warmer.

A frontal view.  Taylor is cradling Scott’s head.  He is sucking one of Taylor’s nipples.

Close up of Scott’s hand, reaching down to undo the zipper on Taylor’s jeans.

CAPTION: Scott sure seems to know what’s where.

Close up of Taylor’s jeans, partially pulled down.  Scott has reached inside Taylor’s panties and is apparently giving her a clitoral massage.

SFX: Uhhhnhhh….

View from Taylor’s P.O.V.  We see down her body to the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling, pulling off Taylor’s jeans.

CAPTION: Is Scott that good of an actor?

Another Taylor P.O.V.  She is reaching down, pulling her panties off past her left foot.

CAPTION: Does he know I used to be a guy?  Is that what gets him going?

Close up on the back of Scott’s head between Taylor’s legs, performing cunnilingus on Taylor.

SFX: Ohhh….

CAPTION: Or does Professor Waite have some sort of “not gay for a day” magic?

Scott is lying flat on his back in bed.  Taylor is astride him, guiding his cock into her.

CAPTION: When the moment of truth (as guys see it) comes, Scott invites me to get on top.

Scott and Taylor in the same positions as before, except that Taylor has enveloped Scott and has a surprised expression on her face.

CAPTION: It feels so full….

Close up view of Taylor in profile (head, shoulders, upper arms) riding Scott (indicate with motion lines).

CAPTION: But it doesn’t feel bad, and so it’s off to the races for new Taylor.

Same profile view of Taylor as before as she closes her eyes, a blissful expression on her face.

CAPTION: And after a while I discover that not only can I tolerate this…

Same profile view as before, except that Taylor’s face is beginning to contort at the moment of climax.

CAPTION: … I think I love it.

View from behind/below Scott’s right shoulder, showing Taylor astride Scott, arms flying out, in the throes of orgasm.  Scott is reaching up and cupping Taylor’s breasts as she does.

TAYLOR (dramatically-lettered balloon): Yes…Yes..YES!

View from above of Scott and Taylor.  Scott is lying on his back, Taylor curled up by his side resting her head on his shoulder.

CAPTION: When I started this I would want to skedaddle as soon as “it” was over.

Close up on Taylor’s face. Her eyes are closed, and she wears a blissful expression.

CAPTION: But I like this part, even the way Scott smells.

View of Taylor on the bed, chest down, buttocks up, with Scott on his knees, copulating with her from behind.  Taylor’s face is contorted again.

CAPTION: Scott has the expected terrific stamina.

Taylor on her back, her legs bent back, Taylor above, copulating away.

CAPTION: When I was with Marie, sometimes she would come over and over.  “You just can’t imagine,” she would tell me.

Close-up on Taylor’s face, contorted yet again.  She is biting down on a finger.

CAPTION: I don’t have to imagine any more, Marie.

Genital close-up of Scott penetrating Taylor.

CAPTION: Suddenly the whole thing doesn’t seem fair to guys somehow.

Front view of Taylor, still in high heels, having just taken a nasty spill

SFX: WHUMP!

CAPTION: Progress was pretty slow at first.

View of Taylor from behind, walking.  She has a pleasing feminine sway to her hips (indicate with motion lines) and is glancing backward with a sultry look at the reader.

CAPTION: But after much practice, I got better.

View (slightly from above) in Professor Waite’s office.  Professor Waite sits behind her desk, with Jill standing behind her and Little Michiko sitting on the edge of the desk, her legs dangling down. Jill and Little Michiko are looking directly at Taylor, while Waite is reviewing a dossier on her desk.  Taylor sits in a chair facing Waite.

WAITE: Well, Taylor, it seems to me you have been making truly outstanding progress.

TAYLOR: Thanks, Professor. So what now?

Closer view on Waite and Jill.  Jill is now leaning forward over Waite’s shoulder, while Waite wears a wry smile.

WAITE: We have some special training in mind for you, Taylor.

WAITE: Stop by my house tonight at eight.

Taylor, dressed non-descriptly in jeans and a baggy GNOSIS COLLEGE sweatshirt, stands on a the front porch of a house, ringing a doorbell.  Flowers are growing in pots hanging on the edge of the porch.

CAPTION: I didn’t know what to expect that beautiful spring night when I visited Professor Waite’s house.

Close up on Little Michiko, who is standing in the entrance foyer of the hosue, pointing up a set of stairs.  We are seeing her from Taylor’s approximate P.O.V., so looking down.

CAPTION: The Creepy Little Asian Girl answers the door.  She doesn’t say a word to me except…

LITTLE MICHIKO: The door at the left…

View of Taylor peering inside a door that she’s just opened.  She has an astonished look on her face.

CAPTION: Perhaps I should have been better prepared for what I saw.

TAYLOR: Holy Venus!

Stretched out a bed, wearing a short silk robe and in a seductive pose, is SCOTT AARONSON.  The light in the panel is low, because the illumination in the room comes primarily from candles around the room.

CAPTION: Scott Aaronson. Or “Scott Adonis,” as he tends to be known. Girls sigh when he walks past.  He’s as ripped as any athlete, and at the same time so pretty that even the guys want him.  He does a lot of dance and musical theater…

CAPTION: And consistent with the tiresome stereotype, it means that it’s the guys, not the girls, who have a chance of getting lucky with him.

A reverse view, showing Scott from behind, while Taylor stands in the doorway, slightly silhouetted by the light behind her.

TAYLOR: Uh, Scott.  Like, why are you here?

SCOTT: Isn’t it…obvious, Taylor?

Side view of Scott and Taylor.  Taylor has stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, while Scott is beginning to sit up on the bed.

TAYLOR: So you are, uh, working with Professor Waite?

SCOTT: In a manner of speaking, yes.  We need to make sure you’re really up for an assignment involving sex.

Another view of Scott and Taylor,still in profile  Taylor has stepped closer to Scott, and Scott has placed his hands on Taylor’s shoulders.  Taylor is looking up at Scott, slitghtly puzzled, while Scott is looking intensely down at Taylor.

TAYLOR: But aren’t you…I mean, like there’s totally nothing wrong with that but…

SCOTT: Try not to think about that.  Right now I really, really want you.

Close up view.  Scott has taken Taylor’s hand and guided into his robe so that she can feel his erection.

CAPTION: It’s true.  He’s hard as a rock.

SCOTT (out-of-panel balloon): Don’t be shy.  Here.  Feel.

Close up on Scott and Taylor’s faces.  They re very close.  Scott has cupped his hand around the back of Taylor’s head.

TAYLOR: But…

SCOTT: Shh.  Let’s just give this a try.  You won’t succeed if you can’t at least tolerate it.

Same close up as before, except that now Scott and Taylor have fallen into a deep kiss.

CAPTION: There’s a brief moment of disgust, but it ebbs.  I feel…warm.

This is another split panel, showing before-and-after views of Taylor’s face in profile.  In “after” as opposed to “before” the little ridge of bone over his eyebrows has receded slightly, his lips have thickened, and generally his face presents a new feminine appearance.

CAPTION: Even my facial features seem to be changing.

Taylor sitting in a lecture hall, wearing a bulky, shapeless sweater, taking notes during a lecture.  A CUTE COED has turned around and is winking at him.

CAPTION: Strangely, it seems like girls who largely ignored me before are flirting with me now.  WTF?

Taylor lying naked on his bed in his dormitory room.  He is looking down at his crotch with a hand mirror.

CAPTION: Much good it would do them now.

Taylor with a few friends in the Gadget.  He is hastily getting up from a table around which cokes are set.  His friends look concerned.

CAPTION: And then one day there’s a shooting pain and a feeling like something splitting down below.

Taylor sitting on a toilet in a restroom stall.  His pants and underwear are pulled down, revealing not only that “he” has feminine hips, but only a triangle of pubic hair.  “He” is feeling “his” crotch gingerly.

Same view as before, though he appears to be reaching inside herself.

CAPTION: I can insert two fingers, though it hurts to do so.

Taylor is sitting in a hospital gown on the side of an examination table.  Professor Waite is standing by Taylor, reaching into the gown, feeling one of her breasts, and smiling.

CAPTION: Professor Waite monitors my progress.

Taylor in a doctor’s office.  She is wearing a bulky sweater, and has one sleeve rolled up.  The DOCTOR is sitting next to her, with a syringe at the ready, about to give Taylor some sort of injection.

CAPTION: In time I get taken to see a G.P. and receive a Universal Vaccinative.

Close up on Taylor’s face.  She is wincing slightly as she (presumably)receiving an injection.

CAPTION: The doctor seemed puzzled as to how a “young woman of my age” hadn’t received it yet.

Extreme close up of a needle going into Taylor’s arm.

CAPTION: Waite had a convenient lie ready.: My parents are religious fanatics who refused to allow me to have one.

In foreground, Taylor is holding up her arm, examining the spot where she received the injection.  In the background, Waite is discretely slipping the doctor something.

CAPTION: I’m glad I’ve got one.

Shot “through a windshiled” of a car.  Waite is driving.  Jill is in the front seat next to her.  Taylor sits in back, staring out a window.

CAPTION: With all the changes I’ve already benn throuh I think it would be pretty freaky if I were to start menstruating.

Close up from same panel, focusing on Taylor’s face, which wears a pensive expression.

CAPTION: Or get pregnant.

Taylor standing in front of a the door seen above for the women’s locker room, her hand on the handle.

CAPTION: I want an acid-test how feminine I look.

Taylor standing naked in the middle of a locker room full of other Gnosis women in various states of undress.

CAPTION: No one bats an eyelash.

Taylor stands in front of a mirror.  She is putting on a baggy-looking shirt.

CAPTION: The next several weeks alternate between exercises in trying not to give away that I’m now a woman…

Taylor sitting in front of a different mirror.  Jill is sitting behind her, giving her instructions in putting on some sort of makeup.

CAPTION: …and trying to learn the things that women are all supposed to know.

Taylor standing in her room, struggling to put on a brassiere.

CAPTION: It was a lot easier when I was only trying to get someone out of these.

CAPTION: Fortunately they had a supply from “a girl who left them behind.”

Taylor brushing her hair.

CAPTION: Grooming turns out to be something of a pain to learn.

Taylor, in a skirt and sweater and high heels, seen from behind, walking clumsily across an otherwise empty gymnasium floor.  In the background stands Jill, observing Taylor while she walks while at the same time leaning over to allow Little Michiko, who is sitting on a high stool, to whisper something in her ear.

CAPTION: I even have to re-learn how to walk properly.

Close up on Little Michiko’s face.  She is staring ahead, intently.

CAPTION: The Creepy Little Asian Girl show up for a lot of my “how to be a woman” lessons and offers criticism, but not to me.  Who the fuck is this kid?

Taylor is lying strapped to the table.  Giant blue-white sparks are arching from the apparatus above him and he is arching his back. His penis is erect.

SFX: FZZZT!

CAPTION: Initiating radiation sequence.

TAYLOR: YEOW!!

Close up on Taylor’s face.  He has an expression of wonder and fear.

CAPTION: I don’t know how to describe it…

Same view, except that now Taylor’s skin has become transparent, revealing the muscles of his face.

CAPTION: It was sort of as if bits of me were being scraped away…

Same as before, except that now we see Taylor’s skull.

CAPTION: …bit by bit…

Same as before, except that now we see a brain, floating in space.

CAPTION: ……going deeper and deeper…

Same as before, except that now we see just a ghostly crackle of energy where his brain used to be.

CAPTION: ..until nothing was left…

A black panel.

CAPTION: And it was if I had gone away but the sensations were still there.

Close up on Taylor’s face.  He is resting on the table, his eyes are closed.

CAPTION: I really have no idea how much time has gone by before I come back.

Taylor is sitting up, still naked, reaching for his genitals.  Waite, who has just finished unstrapping him, partly blocks our view of this.

CAPTION: Even though it’s stupid, there’s something I check right away.

Taylor sitting on the side of the table, now wearing a hospital gown.  Waite is standing by his side, holding a clipboard.

TAYLOR: So that’s it?

WAITE: Yes.  Your…changes should be setting in gradually over the next few weeks.

Taylor walking along a line in a Gnosis cafeteria, sliding a tray long that’s piled high with food.  A COED, standing behind him line looks like she’s trying to suppress a laugh at how much food he has.

CAPTION: For a couple of days I don’t notice anything unusual, except that I seem to be even hungrier than I was even before.

Taylor standing in a bathroom at Gnosis.  He is naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. We see his back and his front reflected in a mirror over a sink.  He’s looking at his chest.

CAPTION: But after I few days I think I do notice some changes.

Same setting as previous panel, but this time Taylor is in profile, full-length view of Taylor, a few moments later.  He has opened the towel and is looking down.

CAPTION: I do appear to be…shrinking.

Same view as previous panel, except that Taylor has just hastily re-done his towel and looks a bit embarrassed.  In the background of the panel a cheerful, hunky guy has just come in (also wrapped in a towel, if this is visible) and is waving, as if he’s just greeted Taylor.

CAPTION: Or maybe that’s just my over-active imagination.

Taylor looking in the mirror again rubbing one of his hands under his chin.

CAPTION: One thing that I am sure of is that I don’t need a shave this morning.

CAPTION: My face hasn’t felt this way since I was twelve, maybe.

This is done as a split-panel.  One part of the panel shows Taylor’s genitals.  His penis is now small, as is his scrotum.  In the other part of the panel, we see his chest.  His nipples are enlarged, and he is starting to grow breasts.

CAPTION: And within a few more days it’s clear that the shrinking isn’t just my imagination

CAPTION: Nor are certain new growths.

A shower-stall in a bathroom in a Gnosis dormitory.  Taylor is is poking his head out from behind a curtain, looking around.

CAPTION: I have to get sort of circumspect about activities that were pretty casual before.

Taylor is talking on a telephone in his dormitory room.  He is covering his mouth with his other hand.

CAPTION: Some people notice that my voiced seems to have shifted from a natural tenor to a somewhat forced-sounding contralto.

CAPTION: I tell them I have a cold.

Taylor standing in is room, trying to make his jeans fit round his waist.  He’s having trouble.

CAPTION: And in a few more days certain clothes stop fitting very well.

Taylor walking alone across the Gnosis campus.  It is dusk.  There is no snow on the ground, but it clearly cold, as he is wearing a jacket and a hat, and is walking somewhat hunched over, with his hands jammed into his jacket pockets.

CAPTION: “You might want to take some time to think it over,” was what Iris ended with.

Extreme close-up view of a tabletop.  There are some polyhedral dice (four-siders, eight-siders, twenty-siders) and some sheets with what look like crudely-drawn maps visible.

CAPTION: When I was in high school, I did a lot of fantasy role-playing.

View of a knight in badly scratched and dented armor, swinging a battered sword at an ogre.  They are fighting in the midst of some sort of hellish landscape.

CAPTION: In games, your characters would keep going, enduring all sorts of things that no ordinary person would do.

View of the same knight, sitting in front of a fire, with a wizard and a roguish-looking fellow, plus a female elf in a chainmail bikini.

CAPTION: Stay up all night, live in your armor, go charging into battle as long as you had one hit point left. A player-character was nothing like any real human being.

View of two figures, set against an abstract landscape.  One is the knight in armor, now bright and shining, holding his sword and striking a heroic post.  The other is Taylor, in his jacket, cowering.

CAPTION: That’s the difference between fiction and reality.

Taylor standing under a tree (very small), facing away from us.  The tree is large, dark, ominous; its branches are bare.

CAPTION: Reality sucks without you in it, Marie.  I’d rather be a fictional character.

Professor Waite standing in her laboratory, adjusting the X-ray like device over the bed.  Jill is leaning against the wall in the background.  Little Michiko sits on a stool next to her.

WAITE: I can’t believe you actually talked that boy into this.

JILL: It wasn’t that hard.

Close up on Waite, peering into a cavity in her machine.

WAITE: Yes, well, if I were him, I’d be wondering why someone who wasn’t already a woman wouldn’t be volunteering.  Are you sure he’s smart enough?

View of Jill and Little Michiko.  Little Michiko is looking ahead, sternly.  Jill is casting her a sideways glance.

JILL: Not a question of smart.  He’s nineteen, and a boy, and in love.  In short, the kind of hopeless romantic who wouldn’t think to ask.

Close up view of one of Waite’s hands, turning a dial on a control panel.

CAPTION: I just hope you can make him pretty enough.

View of Little Michiko and Jill.  Little Michiko has a wry expression, while Jill has turned to her and looks slightly shocked.

LITTLE MICHIKO: I think he’s rather pretty already.

JILL: Michiko!

Close up on Little Michiko, who looks somewhat irritated.

LITTLE MICHIKO: I hope you haven’t forgotten that I’m not really an eight year-old.

Taylor is standing next to Professor Waite and her apparatus.

TAYLOR: I’m ready.

WAITE: Excellent, Mr. Chase.  Please disrobe completely and lie down on the table.

Taylor in profile in part of the panel, looking nervous.  In the back of the panel we see Little Michiko, still on her stool resting her chin on her palms (elbows on knees, little-girl like).  Jill is standing, also grinning.

TAYLOR: Uh, in front of…them?

Close up on Jill’s face.  She has an eyebrow raised.

JILL: If you have trouble being naked in front of people, Taylor, you’re going to have a hard time on this mission.

View from above.  He is lying naked on he table (his genitals obscured by the apparatus above.  He is strapped down at his ankles and head and one of his wrists.  Waite is fastening the straps on another of his wrists.

CAPTION: Now might be a good time to get used to being tied up, too.