"Tell him to call me" said Carrie as she left, shaking her head. Amber could see that she was starting to cry. She had lost her Sam to a cheap slut. He really hurt her by hiding his relationship with this 'Amber' from her. She had to wait a few minutes before driving, so she could dry her eyes.

* * *

A week passed by, and Amber showed no signs at all of reverting to Sam. She was beginning to realize that the change might be permanent. She looked at the pile of bills that had arrived in the mail over the last week. Her charge cards were almost maxed out. She was out of money in her bank account. She had been spending it left and right on expensive women's clothes, but there was nothing coming in. Sam wasn't working, so there was nothing in the 'plus' side of the balance sheet. She faced the fact that she was going to have to get a job.

But how? She didn't have a driver's license. She didn't have a social security card. She didn't have a background for them to check on! She was stuck. She went through hundreds of scenarios, and came to a frightening conclusion: either she would have to find a job with something slightly underground, like a strip club; get a job doing something illegal, like a call girl; or else she would need to find someone to support her. A sugar daddy.

Either way, she was in big trouble. She figured that she had about a month before debt collectors would start knocking on the door. When they found her instead of Sam, what would happen? The police would start to look into his disappearance. She realized that time might be running out. What if they came over and knocked on the door that night? She could throw them off for a few days, but they'd find out that Sam didn't have an aunt who was a nurse. Why had she lied to Carrie? What was she going to do?

With the thoughts of all the possibilities, she went to bed crying. She had been so emotional the past few days! She could hardly think! She was crying herself to sleep, when a solution formed in her pretty little head. She knew what she had to do.

* * *

It was Saturday morning. Carrie was reading the paper and drinking her second cup of coffee, when there was a knock at the door of her two bedroom apartment. She went to the door, and looked through the peep hole. A woman has to be careful these days!

She saw that it was that slut Amber. She opened the door, but kept the chain locked.

"What do *you* want?" she said in a nasty, catty tone.

"Carrie. Please let me in. I have to speak to you!"

"Why would I ever want to speak to you?" she snarled.

"Its about Sam"

"And?"

"Please let me in. I'm so sorry we got off on the wrong foot. This is really important. If you really did care about Sam, then let me in."

Carrie grudgingly shut the door, undid the chain, and let the whore walk in. At least she was dressed nicely today. Her boobs weren't hanging out of her dress this time, and her hemline was at least to her knees.

"Carrie, you say you cared about Sam?"

"Why do you talk about him with the past tense?" she asked.

"I'll tell you. I said before, there are some things about Sam you didn't know. He really liked you, but he was too shy to every say anything to you. He really did care about you, very much, and would never want to hurt you, in any way."

"How do you know? Did he tell you this?" she said suspiciously.

"I know everything about Sam. Everything" said Amber.

An hour later, Carrie was shaking her head. There was no way that this girl could possibly be Sam! But no matter what question she asked, Amber had an answer for.

"What restaurant did we have dinner at, when we closed the business at the Wesco account?" she said.

"Sullivans. You had two martinis! I've never seen you so toasted!"

Impossible. He must have told her about that night.

"What date did Bill make senior partner?"

"He never made senior partner. He was just promoted to Junior Partner, last fall I think."

"When you and I went to the symphony with Beth and Larry, what did they play?"

"It was that awful modern music that I hated, but Larry thought was so wonderful. At least they played Beethoven for the last piece. Now that's real music."

Again, there was no way that Amber could know these things! She decided on one last test.

"I send Sam a postcard once. From where?"

"Fort Lauderdale. You said you were thinking of me! I hung it on my refrigerator for months. Now I keep it with my important papers like my passport in my desk. I'll always treasure it."

"Sam?" she said, finally realizing that Amber was telling the truth.

"I used to be Sam. I'm Amber now. In every way. Carrie, I'm a woman like you now! And I need your help!"

"Help? How?"

"The police will start looking for Sam. They'll find me. What am I going to tell them? I almost couldn't convince *you*. You think some cop is going to believe that I used to be Sam?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Help me! Please!"

"I need to think about this. I'm not sure what to do."

"But you'll try?" asked Amber.

"Yes, I promise."

"Oh thank you!" said Amber, who gave Carrie a big hug. There was no sexual attraction in the hug, it was just two women, hugging as friends. The thought really scared Amber. She was no longer attracted to women, even one that she used to have a crush on.

* * *

"Tell me why you did this to yourself" said Carrie.

"It's a long story" started Amber. "When I was ten years old. I liked to wear my sister's clothes, but I didn't know why. They caught me a few times, and I got spanked. Instead of stopping, it just made me hide it better. I've worn panties and bras since I can remember. I've just never had the nerve to do it in public."

"I often wish I was a real girl. I've taken vitamins for women, and used many women's products. I used breast creams before, but they were fakes. I got a new one, which really worked! They also sold a penis reducer, and by god, that worked to. They've transformed me. I'm a girl now, in every way. I've had female orgasms! I'm being overwhelmed by emotions, and new feelings. I don't desire you anymore, as much as I had a crush on you. I'm really a woman now, completely."

"You have a...vagina?" she said, stunned.

"Yes. Its all there, and its all real. I don't think its going to go away. I think I'm stuck like this now. I've started a new life. I need your help! I can't get a job like this. I don't have a social security card, or a drivers license, or anything! What can I do?"

Carrie thought for a while.

"I have a friend, Maria, who came here from Mexico. Don't tell anyone, but she was illegal. She found someone who can get you a social security card, and the right papers so you can apply for a driver's license. Listen. Why don't you go home, pack up a suitcase full of clothes, and come back here? You can live with me until we get everything sorted out. I'll call Maria, and get her to help us find the man. You'll get your ID, and you can hunt for a job."

"Oh thank you Carrie! You're a true friend, and I knew I could count on you!"

* * *

Amber went home, got out two suitcases, and packed up all the clothes, shoes, makeup, and accessories she could fit. As Sam, there was never a problem throwing a full suitcase into the trunk of the car. But as a smaller woman, it was a struggle. She was panting from the hard work of lifting the heavy bag, and had to wipe the sweat from her brow.

She used the bottom of her shirt, as she did a million times as Sam. But she was instantly sorry, because not only did the sweat make a spot on her lovely clean white shirt, but some of her foundation got on it too. She thought about changing, but she suddenly had a feeling that she had to get out of there.

She was at the end of the block, when two police cars passed her, heading the other way. As she waited for the light to change, she saw them pull into her driveway, and get out. She had been only seconds away from being caught! How would that have looked, her packing her bags, and Sam nowhere to be found? She carefully drove away, hoping that none of the neighbors had just seen her.

"Female intuition" said Carrie proudly, as Amber relayed the story. "You've already learned to trust your feelings! You're making great progress Amber. You'll make a perfect woman!"

"Thank you! That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me" she replied.

Amber unpacked her things (after changing her blouse!) in Carrie's guest bedroom, while Carrie told her of the plan. Maria would be over in an hour, but she hadn't told her what it was about. She didn't want to say anything about forged documents over the phone, just in case. So they would have to get Maria to help. They would say that Amber was from Toronto, Canada, and wanted to move to the states. The firm had an office in Toronto, so she knew enough about the city to get by if Maria questioned her.

Carrie made some tea for them, which they sipped as they chatted and planned. Amber excused herself to go to the potty.

"Help! I'm bleeding! Something's wrong with me!" she shouted excitedly.

Carrie rushed to the door.

"What's wrong honey?"

"I'm bleeding! Ew!"

"Is it gushing out? Or just oozing?"

"Its oozing. Its really icky."

"How does it smell?"

Amber sniffed it.

"Really bad. It kind of smells like fish."

"Well honey, what you've got going is a period. That's all. Its nothing. We all go through it every month."

"What...what should I do?"

"Look under the sink. I've got a box of OBs."

"How do I use them? I don't know anything about tampons."

"Read the instructions. Its easy. You'll figure it out. You're a smart girl."

It took Amber a few tries, but she finally got it. When she washed her hands off (three times...she could still smell it), she came out and talked to Carrie.

"I thought you're supposed to get all cranky and stuff before your period. You know, PMS."

"Its different for every woman. My friend Myra gets cramps so bad she's laid up. Maria gets moody. I find that I get really horny right up until when it starts. But then a guy would never go near it, when your flowing."

"I was really horny, but I thought it was because I just transformed."

"Well, at least be thankful that your symptoms aren't too bad. You might even look forward to your period some day."

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