WAM-bam! Thank you Ma'am.

For a brief moment doubt passed across her face. She reasoned it out in one thought, no matter what happens she won't be going through it alone. 

"I'm positive." Andrea was firm and smiled brightly. "So ladies, where do we begin?"

"First of all, you are no longer Andrea." Sam smiled, "Now you are Andi. Our Andi."

"Welcome to WAM baby!" Stephanie flagged down the waiter and ordered a bottle of champagne. "We do not hate men, we simply found that we do not need them to make us happy. I'm Steve."

"Hey Steve." Andi smiled.

"We live happily in a huge house with four bedrooms, three bathrooms and a basement. We share the daily chores, and respect each other’s privacy. I'm Mike." Michelle giggled.

"Hi Mike." Andi giggled with her.

"We fuck whom we want, when we want." Mackenzie was firm. "No one judges us. We protect each other and support each other. I'm Mack."

"Hey Mack." Andi blushed.

"Should you choose to stay with us, we'll expand the house.... And if you decide to keep your pet, we’ll treat him accordingly. You never know, that could end up being great fun for all of us. I'm Sam."

"Hello Sam." 

"Everything will move at your pace, but we probably should get some ground rules set." Sam smiled. Her mid was wheeling a mile a minute; she’d waited a long time and would be damned if it got screwed up now.

"I agree, just let me run to the bathroom." Andi excused herself and went. 

She was singing softly to herself. She walked into the bathroom and heard the soft moans coming from the stall. She snickered to herself and took the free stall. She was in the process of pulling down her pants when the young woman moaned out, "Oh yess Ronnie...I love your cock."

Andi dropped her pants and her heart sank. She sat down on the toilet and heard him grunting and groaning.

"Hell yeah Janie, mmmm...so much better than that bitch of a wife I have."

Andi stayed put until they were done. They were leaning against the adjoining wall bumping against it. With every thump she cringed. 

"Mmmmmm Ronnie..." Janie groaned deeply letting her voice drift up to a squeak. 

Andi felt her lunch coming up. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle any gagging sounds she was making. It wasn't long until she heard the tell-tale groan of Ron's orgasm. She wasn't surprised, he barely had any stamina. 

She continued holding still trying not to toss her cookies until they left. When she heard them open the door to leave, she opened her stall door a crack to peek and make sure it was them. 

The moment she saw him check the mirror to make sure he looked good, she uncovered her mouth and threw up on the floor. 

"Jesus Christ!" Ron said in an over exaggerated whisper. "That's about disgusting." 

"Maybe she couldn't handle our good sex." Janie said snidely and then left the bathroom.

Ron's shoes clicked on the tiles as he followed Janie.

Andi managed to turn herself and grab the small garbage can to finish being sick. Tears were falling hard and fast. Questions were flooding her mind. 

After a few minutes the door opened and Sam asked quietly. "Andi?"

"Sam?" Andi sniffled.

"Too much alcohol?"

"Oh God Sam." Andi began to cry a bit harder. "He fucked her in here." she said in a shaky voice as she leaned forward trying to clean up some of the mess with toilet paper. She was sober now. 

"What? Who?" Sam asked totally confused. 

"Ron was fucking Janie." Andi growled out, "In the stall next to me. Christ Sam, I heard them. I saw them." Then she opened the door and faced Sam with revenge in her eyes. "I want him to pay." 

"You got it girl." Sam said firmly and handed Andi a wet paper towel for her face. 

They used paper towels for the rest, and then Andi went to let their waiter know about the bathroom. While she was taking care of that Sam went back to the table to fill the girls in on what was going on so Andi wouldn't have to say it again. The girls spent the rest of their lunch firming up their plans.

By the time Andi was on her way home she felt relieved and alive. She thought after finding her husband cheating she would've been devastated, and maybe she was a little bit but now she knew the truth.

She walked through her house looking at the old pictures of them on the wall. There was a time when they were happy and in love. 

"Where did it all go?" she asked the silence wiping a lone tear away. 

As she got to the master bedroom she found she had a spring in her step as she packed her bags. Once they were packed she ran them to her car and then came back to her room to get ready. 

She was recreating herself and was thrilled. The person she had put away on the shelf was coming out to play and there was no stopping her. She called the Radisson and booked the best room they had. Tonight WAM was going to celebrate the transformation in style with the help of Ron's credit card. 

Tonight had to be perfect. She would set the stage well and then move on with her life. Ron was a competitive bastard, she knew without a doubt he would follow after her. She set the dining room table with candles, his favorite foods and mood music.

She took another shower, slipped into new underwear and then glanced into the mirror. "I don't know you." She said to the reflection, "but something tells me I'm going to love you." 

Smiling she admired the black lace bra with matching panties. Her breasts were bigger now than they were when she bought this, and the tops of her breasts popped out of the top. She dabbed a bit of perfume on them and then slipped into her new dress. Well it wasn't really new; she bought it on a whim year’s back and knew this was the perfect moment for it. It was a basic black dress made of slinky material, short with a deep v-neck that clung to every curve. She added fishnets, chunky heels and deep red lipstick. She blew a kiss at the reflection as she heard the front door slammed. 

"Hey!" Ron yelled, then stopped silent. "Wow." 

He was in the dining room looking around. He slipped his jacket off and tossed it aside. 

"Andrea?" he called out. 

She must've known what a bitch she was being and decided to make it up to him. He rubbed his groin in anticipation. It’d been over a month since they made love and even though he already had himself a hot piece he was ready and willing for more. 

Thrusting her breasts forward she put her chin up and went to greet him. He was still walking around the room taking in everything. She smiled watching him. For the first time in her life she understood what the phrase, "Revenge is sweet" meant. He was every bit as handsome as he was the day they met. Dark blonde hair, green eyes that sparkled and an ass you could bounce quarters off. As he rounded the table he saw her walking towards him.

"Damn, all this for me?" he asked huskily. 

She could see the bulge in his pants. A knowing smile spread across her face and she reached out to pull him to her for a very passionate kiss.

In her mind she wondered what it would feel like to have Sam's lips pressed to hers. He moaned softly into the kiss letting his hands run over her curves and soft material. His hardness was pressing into her thigh. She reached down and stroked him gently. He broke the kiss and looked her over again then went to pour a drink.

"Wow, you look almost good enough to fuck." He let out a low whistle. 

"Almost?" She tipped her head to the side and knew she had made the right choice. "Too bad there are no bathrooms around." She gave a smile that would make the Cheshire Cat shiver.

"Bathrooms?" He looked at her confused.

"But then your bitch of a wife isn't as good as your secretary. Is she?"

"How?" before he could ask more she continued speaking.

"It sounded like Janie is quite the secretary." She turned away and continued on, "Ooooo Ronnie!" She mocked and he grabbed her arm stopping her.

"What are you talking about?" he asked her while tightening his grip. 

She laughed. "I'm talking about you fucking some slut in the bathroom." 

He let go of her arm and slapped her. "She is not a slut."

Andi reached up and touched her cheek. "How dare you?" She snapped backing away from him.

"If you could be a proper wife, I wouldn't be using her."

Stunned by his words she asked calmly, "Is that so?"

"Yes." He was confident that the look in her eyes meant she was ready to beg his forgiveness.

Andi got her coat and slipped it on. "Ron, I'm leaving you. I will be staying with my friends." She turned and felt his eyes bore into her back.

"Go on and leave you fat cow. I can replace you." He slammed his drink down. 

Andi didn't respond. She walked out with her head held high. 

"ANDREA!" He yelled as he heard the door close. When she gave no response he threw his glass against the wall and sulked. 

Once alone in her car Andi cranked the radio up and let the harsh beats of Nine Inch Nails wash over her. Ron hated this music. Come to think of it he hated all music but country. That really annoyed her. She laughed to herself lately almost everything about him annoyed her. When they first got together he was kind and sweet and gentlemanly. Then over the years he changed. He became set in his ways, demanding and rude. 

She waited for the tears to come, and when none did she laughed harder. Instead of feeling heartbroken and crushed she felt alive and free. Her cell phone flashed with an incoming call. She lowered the radio and answered it. Before she could say a word she heard Michelle's eager voice.

"Andi?" Michelle asked cautiously.

"Hi Chel." Andi breathed a sigh of relief and giggled, "I did it." 

"You really left him?" Chel asked happily shocked. Then she sobered. "Are you sure you're ok with this decision?"

"Yes." Andi answered confidently.

"Cool! Look we're already here at the hotel waiting for you. So just park and meet me out front. Ok?" Chel sounded excited. 

"Ok, I can do that, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." With that said Andi hung up and concentrated on driving. 

Chel looked over at Stephanie and Mackenzie and they all burst out in laughter. 

"This is so exciting! Andi is going to flip when she sees Sam all decked out!" Mackenzie spoke between giggles.

"You better call Sam and let her know Andi will be here soon." Stephanie was calming down a bit. "Do you think they'll join us at all tonight?" 

Chel gave Stephanie a 'What? Are you crazy?' look and called Sam's cell phone.

Sam was sliding up the knot on her necktie up as her phone rang. Trembling she stepped out of the small dressing area in the hotel room she acquired for the night and anxiously answered it. 

It was Chel, letting her know that Andi was on her way and that she would be there in less than fifteen minutes. 

Sam felt her stomach knot as her heart began to race. She had been in love with Andi since they met and she really got to know her. Sam hung up the phone, picked up the single yellow rose she bought for Andi and went down to the lobby. 

Sam looked like a handsome young man. She knew the desired look was achieved by the comments she heard made by the women walking by her. All of them were talking about how hot "he" looked. Beaming with pride Sam reflected on how she came to be this way. 

From a young age she knew she was different. She always wanted to have a penis of her own. While her friends were busy dreaming of getting busy with boys, she was dreaming of getting busy with her friends. For her family's sake she tried to be normal. She even married her best friend Mike from high school. 

Mike was easy-going and was all for the idea since he too was hiding a secret from his family. They tried to make love several times, but Sam hated the feel of anything penetrating her. Each time they were done she would end up in the bathroom violently ill. Mike knew it wasn't him that made her ill. He too felt queasy afterward. After talking with a friend of his, he realized the problem and took the liberty of buying Samantha a strap-on. 

Sam laughed to herself remembering the night he presented it to her. 

"Look, I'd love to be fucked up the ass. You don't have the equipment to do that." he told her pointedly. "So I got us the needed equipment. Sammy, I really care about you. You can give me what I need for now, and I'll help you learn to be what you need." His eyes softened as he spoke those words.

Sam had busted out laughing at his preposterous idea. Mike, losing his temper stomped his foot, took her hand and slapped the realistic fake cock in her hand. 

"This can be yours. No more being penetrated. Now you are the one with the power."

She remembered him helping her put it on. His hands were gentle as he made sure it fit the way it was suppose to. There was a small piece that fit between her lips that would caress her clit as the cock moved. Over the next few weeks as they practiced with it he taught her to be one of the boys. 

Little by little she transformed from being "girly" to being more masculine. She cut her hair, began working out and called herself Sam. For her family's sake she would be feminine when she needed to be. 

One night Mike took her out and they ran into Mackenzie and Michelle. Sam had been friends with them for years, yet she never knew that the girls went both ways. They were at the bar meeting up with Stephanie. They introduced Sam to Steph and the four of them formed an instant bond. About six months later they pooled their money, bought the old house and began living the life they had all wanted.