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This is a continuation of Mail Order Bride.
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Cameo Club
by nanomage
What a difference a day makes, well two days now. The last 24 hours of it
completely as a woman. Mail Order Brides was the slickest bit of Tech and
magic I had ever seen, not that I had experience with magic before. Anyway,
here I was in the body of the girl of my dreams, and I was beginning to see
that I had gotten a great deal.
I can't believe Inga talked me into this. Here I was lounging in the buff in the
backyard, while she worked on a sketch of me at the poolside. If you had
asked me to pose nude before, I would have stuttered and blushed, then took
off like a shot, I looked like hell, even as a young man. But as a young lady,
the idea of having a drawing made me feel, well, good. Inga's hand on the
pad was sure and quick, her arms automatically compensating for the massive
breasts of her dream girl.
It made me glad that my masculine desires had not been so extreme. But
Inga, like I, was in tune with my new body. So much in tune, that last
night's experiment in playing with myself had been disappointing. Not that it
wasn't pleasant, it was fantastic, but I felt what I had always felt. I could not
remember what it was like to have a penis. Sure I remember having one, but
my hand found what my mind expected, and my mind did not have anything
male left in it. Only my memory of events was consistent.
I can barely tell you what I used to look like, and what I remember I would
not like to repeat. The, magic for lack of a better word, of that cameo pin,
changed only what it had to create the finished product. All that I was
mentally, remained, and a lot got added, knowledge of languages, skills and
talents, overlaid on my own, seamlessly. My skills in computers were intact,
though not part of the "Jocelyn program" In fact, laying here, I was planning
a fresh go at finding the elusive Mail Order Brides website.
Inga's talent with drawing was a holdover from her life as Miguel, as was the
Spanish language. Her program added added several Nordic languages, a
skill in dancing, and surprisingly skills in woodworking and masonry.
Katherine's program had Gaelic, photography, accounting, outdoorsy skills
like camping, and she could sing like nothing you have ever heard! She had
been up with the dawn to get to her job as a bookkeeper.
I could lie here all day in the sun, but I was due at class in an hour or so.
Organic Chemistry, a subject I had known zip about just a day ago.
"Inga, are you finished? I gotta go to class."
"Sure, I can fill in anything else by memory. You have a great body."
She turned the pad around for me to see. Yeah, I guess she was right. "Are
my breasts really that pointy? and that big?"
Inga laughed, and put a hand to her heavy bosom. "Big? compared to me you
are tiny, barely a teenager."
"I wondered, how do they feel?"
Inga looked sad for a second. "Like I have had them all my life."
* * *
Navigating the college campus was a breeze, I knew where I needed to be
instinctively. I found my lab bench and greeted my lab partner by name.
Doing the lab work was fun, and I was moment by moment acquiring the
passion that Jocelyn should have for the subject. I could love this life, if I had
been born to it. And not been tricked into it. After class, I went to the library
for my meeting with:
John Barton.
Sipping a diet soda, waiting outside the Library, I felt silly, weird, very out
of place. I mean I was waiting for a guy to show up for a date for chrissakes!
I knew it was him, no one else would have focused on me and changed
course so quickly. Tall, well, everybody is tall to me now, skin tone medium
dark, but Caucasian, softly muscular, not the look of a bodybuilder, but
someone who worked with his body as a natural thing.
Oh, yeah, he was cute as all get out.
My reaction scared the hell out of me. I wanted to run, but away from him, or
towards him?
"Jocelyn? I'm John."
"John!" I managed to squeak out through a tight throat, then In my more
normal tone. "yes, I'm Jocelyn."
"How do you want to play this, we can hang out here, go grab a pizza or
something. Your choice."
Oh my god, his voice was so smooth, I could have melted right here listening
to him. Was this madness? An effect of the cameo? Or was I reacting like a
normal female to an attractive man? I don't know. I don't want to know. I
must have said something as we took off to a pizza place off campus.
I listened to him talk for a couple hours. I gave him the information from my
profile, embellished it with facts I did no know until I spoke them. Between
thoughts of how beautiful our babies would be, I managed to hold onto
enough sense to ask where he had gotten my Pic and phone number.
"Oh that, I got it from Exotic Dream Dates. You mean you didn't know?"
"No John, I thought I was listed on a service to find an American husband.
No don't run!" Honesty, is a very stupid thing. very stupid.
"I'm not running, but I am not looking for a wife, Uh, not yet anyway." He
looked a bit pensive. "I think you need to see the website where I saw your
pic."
"I think so too, we may both have been taken for a ride. Listen, follow me
home and show me on my computer where you went."
"I have a better idea, lets access it from the campus network. it's closer, and
perhaps you will not want me to know where you live after this."
"I can live with you knowing where I live, but the campus is quicker, and I
want to know now!"
We went back to the library, and used a network computer in a secluded part
of it. Clunky old machines, and using a network interface that was archaic.
But I digress, silly I would even think of it. It did the job. John entered his
codes. and got out to the net. After a few minutes, he got the Exotic Dream
Dates site. It had the same look as the Mail Order Brides site, right down to
the pictures.
He ploughed through the site as I copied down the address. Incidentally, we
passed by pics of Inga and Katherine. Then we got to mine. Hmmm, even
most of the text was the same, but skewed towards the Idea of dating, not for
a wedding. John clicked on the face shot of me, and the full body nude, the
same one that had gotten my attention, popped up.
This time I cringed when I saw it, there is a huge difference in seeing a
naughty pic of someone, and finding one of yourself available to the public. I
could feel myself blushing, and I was glad that my dark skin did not show it,
but I felt like crawling into a hole when he turned to face me.
"John, you have to believe me, I did not pose for that pic."
"I am very ready to believe that, look, I signed on after paying $500 to get
access a week ago. Then your file was not here. I went through the whole list
before I found this." He clicked up a link at the bottom of the picture page.
"They have a 'describe your dream girl' form for people who did not find
what they wanted. This is mine."
John's "dream girl" fit my physical description to a tee. But more interesting
was this.
I want a woman who is demure, yet strong of will, hardened by adversity,
but still innocent trusting and caring. She should be professional and
emotionally stable. I do not want an easy lay or a cheap attitude. Sex is easy
enough to come by, I want someone with a lot going on between her ears.
Wow, that is an attitude I could get behind. I think I could like this woman.
Which works well I guess, I was living in her skin now.
"Your profile showed up a couple days later."
"Hmmm. Does this site have a links page?"
"I don't know let's look." He dug through the page and found a links page.
As usual most of it was trivia, but there was a link to Mail Order Brides on it.
"Click that, that is where my file should have been." I wrote down that link
as the screen came up. Yep, it was that very same site. "Whatever you do
John, do not order anything from this site, I like you just the way you are."
"What does that mean?"
"Trust me, you do not want to find out."
I reached out to the mouse, wanting to check something on the site out. I had
not explored it much in my haste to get my own dream date. But the moment
my hand touched the mouse, the screen blanked and the power supply
stopped humming. Normally I would think that this shoddy equipment had
given up the ghost, but I was more wary of "coincidence" now. The makers
of this page did not want me or any of its victims access to it again.
"John, I think I need to go home and do some things. Call me tomorrow, and
I do mean call!"
On the way out I stopped at the reference desk to report the dead computer.
The girl behind the counter, a slim, tall, redhead, took that information. Then
I noticed two significant things about her. One, she had a cameo, just like
mine, and two, she was about six months pregnant. Her nametag read Petra
Ivanova-Miller.
"Do you mind if I ask, How long have you had that Cameo?"
She gave me an odd look, well sure, it was an odd question. A person would
expect to hear "Where did you get it." Not "How long." After a moment she
said,"About a year now, why do you ask?"
"I got mine yesterday morning, and I am curious about their history."
She smiled, and it was not a happy one. "So you are the latest victim, well
look good at me, this is your future." She rested a hand on her belly. "It's
really not bad, but not the way my life was supposed to go."
I nodded. What else could I do? "I am beginning to realize that. There are a
couple girls besides myself in the same boat."
"The creators of this madness like to cluster us together, there are about eight
of us on campus. I used to room with a few, until I got married. We meet
from time to time, I could let the others know that there are three new
members of what we call 'The Cameo Club'. "
"I would like that, and I am sure the others will as well, The hardest thing
about this was, 'Who could we talk to?' It will help to know we are not
alone."
"Here's my number, call me tonight and I'll get you connected with the
others. And one important word of warning. The first man you let go all the
way will wind up as your husband. The two of you will become bonded
emotionally, and pregnancy is certain! Only intercourse will do the trick, you
can explore all the other sex games safely."
Taking these very frightening words to heart, I went home.
The first thing I did was tell Inga, seeing that she was home, but also her
profession put her at greater risk. She was preparing for her first day on the
job as an exotic dancer. She took the news harder than I did. Not that I could
do much to soften it, but she was somehow more fragile than I was.
Katherine announced her arrival with the loud thump of a slammed door. She
certainly had the temper that was legend about the Irish. It was, according to
her, not her original temper, but I wonder now who wrote her profile?
Anyway, she was finding her life less than optimum.
She bounced a few things around in the kitchen, then came out to the living
room. "Ohhh, what a day. First a grabby Boss, then a brain dead job, and to
cap it off, A goddamn period! I have been female for barely a day, and I get a
Period!"
Inga and I gave her the rest of the bad news. Katherine did not take it well,
growing quiet as we filled her in. As Inga left for her job, Katherine slipped
into her room. I passed by her door, and heard her crying. Between sobs I
heard her say over and over, "I hate this, I hate this." I had to harden my
heart, she had to reconcile her life as she could, when she was ready, I would
try to help her through it.
I had a mission to perform anyway. I fired up my computer, and loaded up
my pride and joy, NetWolverine. This was a not just a netcracker, it was
designed not to gain entry to a website, but to strip it down right to the base
code of it's operating system. NetWolverine could blast right through all of
the commercial Firewalls, and most of the custom built ones. I fed it the
address of Mail Order Brides and set it loose.
It did not take long before it began downloading the source code of the site, it
links and hardware connections. looking at the raw dumps was entertaining,
but not informative, that would take handwork later on the printouts.
Then NetWolverine stopped reporting, without the completion code. That
meant it had been caught and stopped on the server it was stripping, or it had
crashed the server. Seconds later I had the answer. A series of loud pops
from inside my computer, then smoke from it and my monitor.
No one had the power to make a computer meltdown, but then no one had the
power to turn a man into a woman either. I think I just made the wrong
people very mad. I had been warned by the glitch of the computer at the
college, but did that stop me? Oh no, I had to take it the next step. Sometimes
I am astounded by my own stupidity.
Well, now I had a good reason to break down and cry, Katherine was not
alone in this tonight. This was just too much to bear, but my remaining male
attitude said to do it privately, not to let it be seen.
I went to bed and hoped that I would wake up, and still be human, better that
I not wake up at all.
As you might imagine, my night was full of fear and nightmares, the worst
one was myself and my two new sisters being changed into slugs, and John
becoming a wombat. But by morning, all that had happened was a fried
computer. No slugs or wombats to be found.
I did not tell Inga or Katherine what I had done, why add to their grief? I
extracted the hard drive, then dragged the dead corpus of the machine out to
the trash. The drive had fried too, but there were ways to get the data out of
it, but that took equipment I did not have.
I took off early, but not for school, playing at being Jocelyn was the last
thing on my mind, I needed the tools and information that it could not
provide, but an old friend, who would not recognize me now, did.
Barney was an old school hacker, retired. He had a computer store now,
perfect in that I needed both his gear and his talents. I won't bore you with
the details, but two hours later, I was home with a new, faster system, and an
extract of the old drive. While I was digging through what NetWolverine had
gotten before the meltdown, John called. I was too busy to see him, but I did
want a masculine presence nearby, so I told him to come over.
John sat behind me as I scanned through the gibberish of a raw data dump.
That he was uncomfortable with this I was sure, but having him around
bolstered my confidence.
After a while he said, "What are you looking for? and why do you think you
needed me?"
"It's OK to talk to me while I work, so ask away." I did not stop scanning
the screen as a talked. "Right now I am looking for normal text embedded in
this raw data. And the reason why? to find out who is behind Mail Order
Brides." I turned to look at him and gave a quick smile."Do you believe in
magic?"
"Actually I do, My father had some ability, enough that I do not question it,
but aside from some dabbling at it as a teen, I did not try much, nor was I
very successful. Just enough to make a believer out of me. And you?"
"A few days ago I thought magic was a silly fantasy, until I became victim of
it." I tapped the screen." And these people were the source of it."
"What did they do?"
"OK, trust me on this, and don't be quick to think me mad, but the first time I
saw the name Jocelyn Vu, or saw this, "I touched my face. "Was five days
ago, on the Mail Order Brides website. I thought I was setting myself up with
a date, but they sent me something, that Cameo there, that turned me into
her."
He did not bat an eye. "Assuming this is true for now, why would a woman
be looking for a bride?"
"Easy enough, at the time I was as male as you, so were my roommates, all
three of us had an encounter with this website. And all three of us became
women overnight."
"It is hard to believe, not one of you has the slightest of masculine manner."
"These sons-of-bitches programmed us, added what they wanted to our
memories and personalities, but they did not change our minds, we remember
it all." Offhandedly I pointed to the wall to Inga's room. "If you want
confirmation, wake Inga up and ask her."
He put his hand on my shoulder, the first time he had touched me, it felt
good. "I don't think I have too, I am good at sensing falsehoods, and you
have not said anything that did not ring true. I know you believe every word
you said. I will not commit to magic of the power you speak of, can you
prove your existence as, uh, a man?"
"Not a thing, everything that was male in nature around me converted along
with me, My god John, my parents never met in this reality, I checked!"
"So you are about to go after people who can rewrite reality itself, why?"
I had to stop, and look him in the eye. "I have to see the face of my
executioner before he kills me. They know I am looking, they have to do
something. I went to far last night, and I am going even farther now. If you
start running now, you may be able to avoid the wrath I am calling on
myself."
"I wanted a woman who was strong of will, I got her. And I know I will not
be allowed to keep her." He looked sad for a moment. "I knew when I met
you that we would not be lovers, but at the same time knew that we would be
together anyway. No one foresees their own death... I'm in, whatever
happens I am there for you, we can meet your fate together."
Why couldn't I just let this go? Why did I drag a good man into this with me?
He continued, "Besides, I am as much to blame as they are. I wrote the
"purchase order" and they delivered on it."
"I don't blame you for it... Bingo! I found it!"
"Found what"
"Mail Order Brides home address, it's not far from here. I mean, It's in the
city, as opposed to Afghanistan or someplace we could not get to."
"And what do you plan to do?"
I had to laugh. "Hmmm. To save them the trouble of collecting me, to be able
to look at them before they pronounce my doom."
I wrote down the address, and formatted the HD. No reason to leave
evidence that others could follow, I did not want to harm my new friends.
* * *
G.I. Jane I am not, nor was I as a man. Err, G.I. Joe in that case, but you get
my drift. Since "They" had not smitten me down instantly, I figured I could
take some time of it.
John and I went to dinner, but already I felt that the relationship had changed.
He was not looking at me as a date, but as allies in adversity. Gods, he must
be having a tough time of it. To have your dream girl show up, and find she
had paid a terrible price to be that girl. All through the meal, he kept looking
at my chest. More accurately he was looking at the cameo, which I had
unconsciously pinned to my blouse.
I was not surprised when he reached over and undid the clasp, I pretended
that nothing was going on. I did hold my breath as he looked it over silently,
and tested the point of the pinback with his finger. but he did not push hard
enough to draw blood. I wondered what he was thinking, certainly,
Touching the cameo had risks, or was it's virtue gone and only the pin
remaining? Anyway, In his position I would have feared the thing, not played
with it. Sliding the Cameo face down across the table, he nodded towards my
purse. Understanding, I put it away, The Cameo had brought us together,
now it was a barrier between us.
And I won't bore you with the conversation. With me as a long time
programmer, and he as a comp/sci major at the college, we talked hardware
and software, since sex, and my future plans were subjects neither of us
wanted to broach.
(to be continued)
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