The gray-haired country doctor finished his notes as Candy dressed. Looking down
at his notes, he reviewed what he had just written:

"Three days ago, I examined the female patient because of her complaint that her
clitoris was growing. At that time, I found a small nub that was slightly larger
than a normal clitoris (see attached first diagram and measurements); but didn't
see anything abnormal. This morning, the very obvious agitated patient was
waiting when the office opened and demanded another examination of her clitoris.
This second examination reveals that her clitoris has grown so that it's hanging
down and is looking very much like a small two inch penis without testicles. In
the last three days since my previous examination, it has tripled in size (see
the new diagram and measurements), with most of the growth taking place last
night according to the patient. I don't know what caused this unexplained growth
or how much more it will grow. If I didn't have my records of my evaluation three
days ago, I would've described her after today's evaluation as being a female
with minor hermaphrodite features. I've ordered some lab work and will evaluate
her again in the morning."

Looking at his notes, the doctor continued "The patient is visibly upset. I've
recommended that she stay busy and have prescribed some medicine to relax her.
The patient also noted that she thought that she'd been raped in her sleep last
night. When she woke up this morning, her vagina was very tender and was coated
with dried body fluids. She discovered the rapid clitoris growth when she was
showering. Examination indicates that she has had sex within the last twenty-four
hours, but whether it was sex with a man or masturbation is difficult to
determine because the patient thoroughly flushed all body fluids before coming
here. Patient said that the house was locked and all doors were chained from the
inside. Patient admits that she masturbates frequently and has a very active sex
life when her husband is in town but doesn't think that she could sleep through
masturbation or sex.  Suggested to the patient that I contact the Sheriff and let
him investigate, but that suggestion increased her agitation.  The patient
explicitly requested that I forget her comments and she tried to joke that she
had a new dildo that she'd been experimenting with, due to the absence of her
husband."

******

The prison doctor stared at the Prison Warden as the Warden finished reading the
doctor's report on John Augustus. Dropping the report in his file box, the Warden
shrugged his shoulders as he said "The man's dying and you want to bring a
specialist in here to examine him. If he doesn't die, then I'm going to have to
authorize his execution in only.."

He paused as he looked at his calendar "another three weeks. It would be to our
benefit to let him die quietly in his sleep instead of being part of a publicity
circus where the newspaper's use him as a martyr against execution."

"I agree but he's the second man in the last couple of months to have these
mysterious sleeping spells. I was called in last night and couldn't wake him,
even with all the additional drugs that we injected into his body. Then all of a
sudden he woke up and acted as smug as if he'd found some way to escape. He's
following the same weird pattern as Williams and Bob Williams was a healthy man.
What if there's some unknown, new disease that's affecting the Death Row
prisoners?"

"Then we'll save the taxpayers money. Come see me when you've got something more
substantial."

******

Calvin walked around the shiny motorcycle. It was a used Harley that Gloria had
purchased for him. She beamed as she handed him the ownership title "You need
transportation and I thought it was so perfect for you. The first time that I saw
you, I knew that you were a stud that needed some wheels to complete your image.
Unlike most men you rejected your hair yet still projected a virile image that
was masculine. I was overwhelmed the first time that we made love to discover
that you had a soft and loving inner self to balance your outward masculinity.
That's why I fell in love with you. Why don't we plan on riding it down to the
beach this weekend? I've got some blue jeans and a leather coat that'll make me
look like I belong on the back of your Harley. And how do you like my T-shirt. I
can't wear it around here where everyone knows me but I'm not afraid to wear it
down at the beach."

She held up a silk-screened T-shirt that simply proclaimed "My ass belongs to my
man.", over the picture of a semi-nude woman sitting on a donkey.

"Kinda risqu, isn't it?" he asked.

Her eyebrows raised and a glint of anger formed in her eyes, "It expresses my
commitment to you. Listen Calvin, everytime I bring up a subject of us and where
we're going with this relationship, you get mighty defensive. I risked my
reputation for you, in this small town that loves to gossip. I opened up my heart
and my apartment to you, letting you share both. But I can't get you to admit
anything that requires a long-term commitment by you. I know that I turn you on,
that you like me and that you enjoy being my man, but why can't you break down
and tell me that you like me? Or that you'll stay with me? Every night I go to
sleep beside you, not knowing if I'll wake up in the morning to discover that
you're gone. I don't want much, just someone to love me and to treat me the way
that a woman should be treated. And I want that someone to be you. I don't care
about your history or the problems that you're running from - the problems that
you won't discuss with me. I just want you. Why can't you tell me how you feel
about me and our relationship?"

Calvin laid the keys to the motorcycle carefully on the motorcycle seat before
responding "Look, thanks for buying this for me, but it might be best for both of
us if you get your money back. I'm late for work."

Calvin walked away from her, knowing that Gloria was fighting back the tears. But
so was Calvin/Andrea.

******

Slowly John opened his eyes, immediately recognizing that he was in his body
because the dull pain that signaled real pain covered up by strong painkillers.
He tried to sit up but discovered that he didn't have enough strength to pull his
weak body into an upright position. Fumbling around the bed, he found a nurse
call button which he pressed.

Within seconds, a nurse walked into the private hospital room asking, "Yes?"

He stared at the nurse, his mind fighting the drugs that they were constantly
injecting into his body to camouflage the pain and keep him alive. It took a
little effort to get his parched throat to speak but he finally asked in a very
hoarse whisper "Can you keep me alive two more weeks?"

The nurse patted his shrunken feeble hand and responded with the same answer that
she gave every dying man "Everything's going to be all right."

******

Calvin found Candy crying in the storeroom. The pretty blonde had come to the
thrift store to work, to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied, but it hadn't
worked. Feeling extremely depressed, she'd rushed back into the storeroom where
she sat down and began crying.

Standing beside her Calvin/Andrea recognized that something drastic was wrong and
suspected that it had to do with the body exchange. Before he could slip out
front and get one of the volunteer clerks to come back to comfort the crying
woman, Candy looked up at him with her tear-stained eyes, her mascara running
down her face. She blurted out "Please don't go. I need someone to talk to."

Calvin paused "I'll get Mrs. Brown for you."

"Damn it, if I wanted one of those talkative biddies back here, I'd pulled them
back here already. You're the strong silent type and I don't think that you're
going to rush out of here to broadcast my innermost thoughts to the whole damn
town." she angrily blurted as she tried to clean her spreading mascara.

Flipping a chair backwards, Calvin spread his legs and sat down on it, using the
chair back to support his elbows as he replied "Instead of staying here fighting
the unknown, you might want to fly out of here today and go back to your
husband."

Candy paused for a second then asked "How do you know what's occurring to me?"

Feeling very tense, Calvin jumped to his feet, ignoring the chair that he turned
over as he exclaimed, "I'm a good guesser. Now walk out of here and go straight
to the airport. Don't go back to that farmhouse or think about ever spending
another night there."

Turning around, he walked out of the storeroom, leaving Candy staring at his
retreating back, too stunned to say anything.

******

The convertible with temporary Virginia tags was sitting in the driveway when
Candy pulled up to the farmhouse. She saw the car about the same time that she
saw the two strangers sitting on the front porch swing. Parking her car, she
proceeded around to the front of the house to see whom it was that was making
themselves at home without her permission.

As she came around the house corner, her eyes were drawn to the handsome young
man first because of the pile of shavings between his feet. He was carving a
piece of wood with a pocketknife. The carving looked like a big wooden dildo.
Pausing she glanced up at the woman in the swing, seeing an attractive redhead
smoking a cigarette. At the same time, Candy noticed that there were several
lipstick-coated cigarette butts in her small flower garden below the porch.

"Who are you?" she asked, her eyes flicking between her two un- invited guests.

The woman's smug face didn't change as she held up a key and replied "My name's
Andrea Bell and he's my boyfriend, Greg Mahoney. I rented this house for one year
and went away on a holiday. Coming back today, I discovered by using my house key
that my house is full of your clothes and that my stuff is either gone or packed
up in the spare bedroom."

Dropping the key back into her purse, Andrea lied "I called the owner and they're
out of town, but someone is going to be here tomorrow to resolve this. Until
then, Greg and I don't have any place to stay. Would you object to us staying in
the guest room overnight?"

Remembering the terms of the lease that she'd found when exploring one day, Candy
had to assume that the woman was telling the truth. While Candy didn't want to
share her living quarters with an unknown couple, she did want someone to talk to
about her strange feelings. Looking at the confident and attractive woman sitting
on her swing, Candy decided that she would trust this - (what was her name?) -
Andrea woman.

******

The lawyer deferred making his phone call until he reached his car in the
prison's visitor parking lot. Then he dialed the unlisted number of his new boss.

"It's me. I just left him and he doesn't look too good. They've got him all
drugged up and he can't stay awake. He's lost a lot of weight and his pasty skin
color looks like he's already dead. I talked to him and he could only mumble some
undecipherable shit."

******

Frankie and Big Al managed to find their way through the dark woods without
getting lost. Because John was in control of Candy's body late at night and into
the early morning hours, Frankie decided to sleep during the day and to work with
John at night for the time being.

Being a psychologist, Frankie recognized John's crude but somewhat effective
attempts to sway Frankie's allegiance the previous night. Humping that delicious
piece of pussy most of the night, it was difficult to remember that it really was
a sixty-year- old man controlling that fantastic body. Between the three bouts of
sex that they shared, they lay on that big bed and talked about what John was
going to do with Candy's body. Frankie knew the man was lying when he said that
all he wanted to do, was to spend the rest of her life as a peaceful farmer or as
the new Candy jokingly called herself - a farmette. Knowing that the new Candy
would have trouble collecting the gangster support that John used to have,
Frankie assumed that John would use alternative means to build his new power
base. Means that were based upon guile, John's long term understanding of the
gangster mentality, and Candy's body.

Just before it was time for John to relinquish control of her body, Frankie
helped John clean up the bedroom and they made plans to meet again the following
night. Frankie briefed Big Al as they drove back to the motel to sleep. Their
plan to drive up the driveway was changed when their daytime guard reported that
strangers were at the farmhouse and appeared to be planning to spend the night.

Arriving at their tree, they immediately noticed the new car parked in the
driveway and the house all aglow with lights. They kept low as they approached
the house. Standing in the bushes outside the kitchen window, they peered in the
window, observing three people sitting around the table drinking coffee.

Big Al whispered "The redhead's Andrea. Don't know who the man is."

******

Candy locked her bedroom door, wishing that the old farmhouse had a separate
bathroom for the master bedroom, instead of everyone sharing the same upstairs
bathroom. It had been a weird evening as she tried to play hostess. Greg was
obviously Andrea's puppydog, letting her lead him around by the nose, waiting for
her slightest wish which he immediately carried out, and following her around
with his nose up her ass the rest of the time. He was handsome and looked like he
might be a good fuck, but his total devotion to Andrea ruined his personality and
any chance of sharing anyone else's bed.

As for Andrea, that was a different story. For such a small woman, she could
consume a lot of alcohol and was a chain smoker. Candy had to open the windows to
let the house air out from the heavy smoke cloud that followed Andrea around.
Candy had intended to talk to Andrea about the house and the strange things
happening to her, but Andrea's smug attitude kept Candy from developing any
rapport with her. Andrea seemed like the Cheshire Cat, sitting there purring
constantly in front of the cheese; just waiting for the mouse to come one step
closer. Something about Andrea's constant all-knowing smile didn't seem normal to
Candy.

Undressing completely, Candy stood in front of her full-length mirror and looked
at her body, focusing on the small appendage hanging down between her legs.
Lifting one leg up on the dresser, Candy examined herself closely with the hand
mirror. It hadn't grown any during the day but it was the same size as when the
doctor examined her earlier - almost two inches of penis looking flesh protruding
from her body.

******

Outside in the tree, Jeff focused his camcorder on Candy's profile. >From his
angle, he couldn't see what she was looking at, but from the concerned look on
her face as she examined herself, he knew that something was wrong. Holding his
camera steady, he whispered out loud "either herpes or crabs"

******

The nurse wrote her notes in the patient's chart "Mr. Augustus spent most of the
day drifting in and out of sleep. A couple of times, he became very vocal and
hallucinated about someone named Candy. Although he went into a semi-coma last
night where he couldn't be awaken to take his medicine, the doctor has continued
his medicine and even increased the dosage. I'm leery of giving a patient
medicine to help him sleep when the patient sleeps so soundly that he can't be
work up; but I'll follow the doctor's very precise instructions."

******

Candy was struggling to stay awake. Just a moment ago, she'd heard someone use
the bathroom, then walk down the hallway to her room and try the door. When she
asked, "who is it?", Andrea had responded "Sorry, got confused in the dark and
thought that I was still sleeping in this room."

Candy fought the strong urge to fall asleep as she waited for the house to grow
quiet. She could faintly hear the sounds of bedsprings as they began to squeak in
a rhythm that Candy recognized.

Putting the blanket over her head so that she could drown out the sounds of her
guests "getting it on"; she found her hand drifting down between her legs.
Holding her small growth between her warm fingers the same way that Mickey curled
up with his cock, she thought about calling him tomorrow and telling him about
the strange things happening to her.

******

John's first seconds of awareness were to verify that he didn't hurt anymore and
that it wasn't because of the constant drugs. Recognizing that familiar healthy
feeling of waking up in Candy's body, he stretched, enjoying the feel of her taut
body as it arched across her satin sheets.

Then John heard the loud squeak of the bedsprings and a woman gasping in the next
bedroom, immediately recognizing the sound. John expected Frankie to show up just
to get some more of Candy's nooky but Frankie wouldn't be in the next room
banging someone. Slipping out of bed, John found Candy's robe and slipped it on.
Grabbing the bedroom doorknob, John discovered that Candy had locked the door
from the inside. Quietly unlocking the door, John creeped down the hallway
hearing the quiet grunts and low moans mixed with the constant loud squeaks of
the bed.

Pushing the guest bedroom door open a couple of inches, John saw the couple on
the bed. The open window admitted just enough moonlight so that John could see
the naked and sweat-covered redheaded woman bouncing up and down on the naked man
between her legs. The man was on his back and the woman's bent knees were
positioned on both sides of his waist so that she was repeatedly impaling herself
on his cock. The woman's head was rolling from side to side and John caught a
glimpse of a face that he recognized from that very brief time when she visited
him in jail - Andrea Bell's face. It was his old cellmate Bob Williams in her
body.

Pushing the door open, John walked quietly toward the humping couple on the bed.
Standing beside the bed, John looked down at the man and almost had a heart
attack when he recognized Greg Mahoney - his former guard.

******

To be continued someday

Waldo

Note:

Some time back I read a very good story by another author, but found myself
drifting by the time I got to page 150 of almost 200 pages. Enjoyed the story
immensely but the final 80 pages went by a lot faster than the first 80, so I've
decided to use "lessons learned" on this story.

It's already long, but finishing it now the way that I plan, would double its
length. So I found what I think is an interesting place and shut it down. So you
can read what's been done so far and let your imagination think about what else
can happen. As I get time, I'll work on Death Row 3, which should be the end of
this story. (But who knows - I've got one story that I've never released to the
Internet that's over 3mb so far).

I want to thank all the people that were nice enough to take a moment and send me
some e-mail to let me know that they liked (or didn't like) the previous story. I
received a lot of nice comments and suggestions for continuation of the story.
Unfortunately most of those suggestions weren't implemented because I had a rough
ideal about the characters and where I wanted to take the plot and their
suggestions didn't blend with that direction.  Some people who read this will
recognize that their suggestions were implemented such as our good friend
Nostrumo who recommended that John's medicine caused something to go wrong with
the transfer.  I'm not sure if my version of what "something" went wrong, was
what Nostrumo had in mind, but that's part of the suspense of reading a story.

So enough BS.  I've got a good ideal what I want to do with the next phase of
this story (which won't be finished until Christmas or later depending on my
other projects).  For those who want to second guess me, let's see:

Death Row was about Andrea and Bob and introduced Candy and John.

Death Row 2 was about Andrea, Candy and John and introduced Greg and Calvin

Death Row 3 will be about Greg, Calvin, Andrea, Candy and will introduce Tonya.

So Death Row 3 has some puzzle pieces to finish putting together such as:

How much growth will Candy have between her legs and what is causing it? What
will Mickey do when he examines the growth? What will the team of John/Candy and
Bob/Andrea do to their former guard (Greg Mahoney)? What will the team of
John/Candy and Bob/Andrea trick Mickey into doing?  Does it involve Greg?  Does
it involve Tonya?  Does it involve whipped cream? What will the real Andrea do
when she discovers that her former body is back out at the farmhouse? Will John
live long enough for the transfer to work? What will Calvin/Andrea do about
Gloria? What will the real Andrea do about her enjoyment of being Calvin? What
will Frankie do to fulfill his obligation to Herbert? Does Scotty let his itchy
trigger finger take care of some of the "bad boys"? Which woman - Candy or Andrea
- will die when Frankie has to obey Herbert's orders (shhh. I didn't want to
release that little secret about Death Row 3 yet which has some more transfers
planned.)? Who the hell is Tonya and what does she have to do with this story?
And that question that everyone wants to know - when is the church thrift shop
having a bake sale?

If you enjoy the story, drop me a comment.