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How I worked my way into dresses by Elaine & Mindy Dear reader keep in mind that Mindy started this story in the USA and I have finished it from Scotland in the UK. Therefore despite the US setting, all spelling is in British English. If you have any comments good or bad please feel free to drop me a line or two at [email protected]. Thanks. Prologue This story is written for all you people who are just as I was. I have written this to hopefully prevent you from going through the same treatment I went through. I don't regret what happened to me now. I did at the time. Slowly I learned to change, to be compliant and I am a much better person now. You see this story is written for all those people who are workaholics. Are you one? Do you get yourself pulled into a job or project so deep, and that is all you think about? Do you eat, drink and sleep nothing but your work? Do you become so embroiled in your work that nothing around you matters? Except your work! Your drive to work is brought on by the feeling that when it is done, people will finally appreciate you. You will then be a person of meaning and held in high esteem. Everyone will love you for what you have accomplished. I can tell you it doesn't happen like that. My only word of advice is love those around you as much as you love your work. Show them the same devotion that you give your work. Because if you don't you could pay a heavy price. I did. This story is written mostly from my eyes. How I felt. How I thought. What my emotions were. What I experienced. I had much help in writing this story from the various other players you will soon read about. I have interjected their thoughts and feelings at various times to help the story reach its full meaning. I hope when you are all through reading this story; that you will take some time to reflect on how you run your own life. Don't be like me. In looking back I only wish there would have been a story like this for me to read. Because if I would have taken the time to read it, I would have never, ever stay a workaholic. Chapter 1 The Project 'Just a few more wires to solder and it will be ready for another test,' I thought to myself. "It's just got to work this time," I mumbled aloud. Yet there was no one around to hear to me, as had been true for the last eighteen months. My life was totally devoted to getting this project completed. I had been fired from my last three jobs. Kathy, my wife of ten years, had inherited several hundred thousand dollars from her father's estate. Without that money, I would have never been able to fund this project to completion. I had just about drained our finances down to nothing. I could hear Kathy whining in the back of my head, "George, you have got to stop this nonsense. You are spending every last cent we have on that foolish machine of yours." She was right. I knew that if I didn't finish it soon and sell it, we would soon be broke. Suddenly breaking the silence of my basement workshop came a loud voice from the floor above. "George, get your fat ass up here. NOW!" Kathy yelled. The surprise of my wife's voice caused me to jump. And as I did, I burnt my fingers with the hot soldering iron. She was right about one thing I was overweight. "Damn," I yelped. My choice of words where not timely by any means. Then Kathy really screamed at the top of her lungs, "You get up here this minute or I am leaving you right now." Slowly I made another connection and stopped. I surveyed my work irritated at the enforced interruption and looked up to the ceiling where she was standing. I inched my portly frame off the stool and slowly padded up the stairs. All this work on the project had left me out of condition. I was overweight and in need of some exercise and fresh air. It took a while and I then slowly walked up out of the cluttered basement to see what she wanted. When I finally reached the kitchen, I found my wife madly waving some papers around in the air. She was an elegant woman and a snappy dresser. She was wearing her work clothes of a pinstripe jacket and skirt with pearls and matching earrings. Her padded shoulders added to her stature as she wavered slightly in her 3" pumps. Her make-up was as always tastefully applied and her lipstick added to the visible curl of anger on her lips. "So you finally decided to come out of that hell hole." She snarled. "George, this has got to stop. Look at these new invoices from the electronics supply house you deal with. $300, $450 and $600," she said reading each one before dropping them on the floor. "Are you crazy we can't afford this. You have just about spent all our money. Or should I say all my money," she ranted. You could feel the venom in her voice. "You haven't had a wage paying job in nearly 2 years. Do you realise that we have had to totally rely on my salary and inheritance while you slink around in that basement on that brainless project of yours? It is going to stop," she was adamant. Kathy was a lady's fashion designer. She was at the top of her profession and had a high salary to match. "We can't afford it anymore, you have squandered my inheritance and you soak up all my salary," she continued with a loud voice. I shrugged, "I know but I am nearly finished." "Listen you told me that a year ago, 6 months ago and just last week you told me that. Because of you I have lost the chance to start my own fashion studio." She barked. "Look these things take time, I have had a small problem with the timing circuit and the pulse modulator but I am sure I can fix it. Just give me another few days." I asked. It was obvious she wasn't listening because she continued. "If you can't make that foolish piece of junk work then what hope is for our marriage?" "I am sorry Kathy but you know how much this means to me. I promise I will make it up to you," I said trying to dodge the rockets that were emerging from her mouth. "You will make it up to me all right, you have no idea how unhappy I am with you. I never see you. You spend every waking minute of every day in that basement. When you do decide to come out of that hell hole, it's only to grab a quick bite to eat or a few hours sleep. How long has it been since you made love to me? You know I have needs and wants too." "I know, I know but fuck you have been busy with Ruth too!" I said hoping that she would calm down but it was like trying to fend off a tennis machine that keeps serving fresh balls while you try to hit the last one. I had hoped that the arrival of her old high school friend into town would give her a chance to take her mind off our problems. To some extent it had. Ruth had lost her husband and daughter in a fatal car crash a few months back and my wife had been supporting her through her bereavement. "If it wasn't for Ruth I would have gone crazy at you months ago. Now, when I call you up here to discuss these bills. All I get is four letter words. I just won't stand for it!" She expounded madder than ever and she stamped her foot down on the hardwood floor. I could see the dent her heel had made and winced. "Look honey, I am sorry for swearing but when you shouted at me, you startled me so much I jumped and I burnt my fingers on the iron. Here, look for yourself," I said looking for some female sympathy. None came. "Never mind a silly little thing like that, if things don't change between us then one day when you come up you will find me long gone," she threatened. I took that to mean the end of our marriage and our home. She grabbed a tube of antiseptic and applied some to my fingers. Her long red nails lightly scratching the surface as she rubbed in the ointment. As she did her soothing work, I started to let my mind wander back to the unfinished work I had just left. I just had to get back to work. "Now listen George I have had just about had all I can take of you and your fickleness," she said laying into me again as she replaced the tube cap. "I have decided you can't spend any more time on that machine of yours until you find yourself a job. I'm not putting another cent into that hair brained scheme of yours." She said. I could tell she was serious. I had never seen her look so unhappy. "But look honey. I am almost done with it this time. I was just soldering the last few wires when you called," I pleaded hoping for her understanding. "When it's finished what do you plan to do with it. Will it bring my father's legacy back?" She questioned. "Sure it will." I said confidently "Why when it's finished we will have a small demonstration party for my last three employers. We can let them haggle over it and it will be worth millions," I said proudly. "Millions?" Kathy questioned. "For what? I don't even know what it does" "You know I can't tell you Kathy. Why if word ever got out on that I have been working on this it could bring us real trouble. The CIA would have a fit if they knew. Remember how tight the security was at my last job at Lake Systems. Why no one except the senior management and government officials could get into the area where I worked. Look, I hope to have it completed tonight. We could have that little demonstration party next weekend. Come on. Give me just a short while longer," I said pleading to her. "All right, all right but this definitely your last chance. You say that you can have it finished tonight. Well now this is your chance to prove it, because after tonight that's it. No more project, no more basement, no more bills and you go back to work," she was adamant. "Thanks dear," I said kissing her on the cheek as I started to head back to my usual haunt. "Just one minute George. I mean it. If you can't finish it tonight then you won't finish it at all. The other option is me leaving you. So you can stay married to me or to that machine, you can't have both," she shouted at me as I descended the stairs. As I went back to my bench I could hear heels above me and she shouted down. "Just in case you accuse me of being in the way, I've decided that I am going to spend the night at Ruth's. At least I know that she always enjoys my company." With that she was gone and I heard the front door close. I imagined her heels striking sparks on the driveway and then the car started up. My mind dwelled briefly on how women were able to drive a car while wearing heels. I stared at the circuit board in front of me and tried to concentrate on the job again. I thought about what she had just said and realised that this was it. No more stalling, I had to get it working and I had to get working tonight. I knew I was close but it would still take most of the night to make this last modification, test it and check the software before doing a final functional and configuration check. Over the last few months I had begun to have some doubts in my ability and I had made a few wrong turns hence the extra parts I needed. Now I was sure I was back on the right track and I had one last chance to prove it to Kathy and myself. I have always thought that my talents had never been fully recognised and I knew that would soon change. I was determined to show that I was the top inventor in the country. After tonight nobody would ever doubt me again including Kathy. 'One last effort,' I thought as I soldered the last wire in place. The aromatic smell of the solder flux was always pleasing. Chapter 2 - Kathy Little did I know that Kathy was secretly hoping that I wouldn't finish my work tonight. As she drove to the other side of town. She was planning on having a great night with Ruth. 'Maybe we can find a couple of hunks tonight,' she thought removing her wedding ring. 'I am fed up with that fat loser of a husband. His dead-end project, his fat worn out shell of a body, his body odour and his greasy hair. God what did I ever see in him.' Her mind worked overtime and she ran a red light, 'Oh god that's all I need is a traffic ticket.' Luck smiled on her as she cruised up the street in their six year old BMW. 'George is such a jerk, why he couldn't even trust me enough to tell me what he was working on.' thought Kathy as she approached her friend's smart little two bedroom apartment. 'The crazy fool trusts me though to go out on my own with Ruth. If only he knew what we got up to together,' she smiled at the thought of their last date with two out of town businessmen. 'I know I can still turn a normal man's head,' she thought as she clicked her heels up the long steps to the apartment. 'Even if it isn't George's head. If he can get that machine working tonight then maybe I'll get my money back and more but if he doesn't then I am going to get my marriage back. A dumpster will soon get rid of his worthless efforts.' Chapter 3 In the basement Meanwhile I was down in the basement fighting to keep my eyes open from lack of sleep. With only one thing on my mind, I had to finish this machine tonight. Things had not going well and I slaved away through the night. Finally I hit pay dirt and it powered up, did the self-test and I sat there waiting for a flashing green ready light to blink at me. It just needed a test to confirm it worked and I was done. I had built a lot of protection into the system and I knew that if I ever switched on to find that green light working then I was 99% sure it would work. The only problem I had was that I was absolutely shattered. I put my head on my hands and promptly fell fast asleep beside my work. The green light blinking at no one. Chapter 4 - Kathy and Ruth Over on the other side of town, Kathy and Ruth hugged each other close and then showered together that morning. The pair had been friends for as long as I knew Kathy. What I didn't know was that both Kathy and Ruth had enjoyed each other in more intimate ways than I could ever imagine. After some tender moments in the shower they sat enjoying a cup of coffee and light conversation together. Kathy was in no apparent rush to return home to me. "You know Kathy," Ruth said, "thanks to you honey I have really started to live again." "Thanks Ruth," said Kathy who kissed her friend tenderly on the lips again. "Those guys we had last night were cute. I loved the way Jack took control of me on the dance floor. I haven't been held like that in years and he could dance. George wouldn't know how to walk onto the dance floor never mind dance. Jack held me so close I could feel his erection, it's a great feeling knowing that you can do that to a man," said Kathy with a sparkle in her eyes. "You are so right last night was the best fun I have had since the accident. I can't wait until we do it again," she responded to Kathy's smile. "I have a great deal to thank you for because you have really helped me come out of my shell." "That's what friends are for, aren't they?" Asked Kathy. "I know how you feel losing a husband and a beautiful daughter. I effectively lost George five years ago. The pity is I didn't divorce him when he lost his first job. The guy is a loser." "That's how I felt about Kevin. I hated his macho bullshit. He would hit me hard when he came home from an all night drinking session. It was his drinking that cost me the life of my beautiful daughter Mary. I hope he rots in hell for what he did that day. Picking her up from school with all that booze inside him. The only mercy I have is that it was quick," said Ruth the tears building up and then falling out of her mascaraed lashes. "Come on honey, stop dwelling on the past. I am sure you will find somebody new, who can give you a new child to care for," said Kathy who had heard the details of the accident many times before. "At least you don't have to divorce George first. That's what I will do later today when I get home. I'll phone Judith my lawyer to start the divorce proceedings." "That sounds a good idea, George sounds just the same as Kevin. Instead of his project it was booze. He drank day and night. He rang up huge bar bills right across town and then we started to lose our love. As Kevin hit the bottle so his behaviour brought Mary and I together." "Of course I tried to help him but when the accident happened he had been drinking for three solid days and nights. The bastard may he rot in hell. I would do anything to bring her back; she was so bright and lively. She graduated top of her class in nearly every subject. She had scholarship offers from all the top Universities but she dreamed of going to Oxford in England to study English Literature. Of course I could never afford that, Kevin's drinking saw to that too." Kathy could feel Ruth's pain as she talked about her daughter and her loss. Ruth had had the unsatisfactory task of identifying her daughter's remains. "Nothing prepared me for that," she said. "My Mary lying cold and still, she had a small cut on her head but otherwise she looked unhurt." "What was the cause of death?" asked Kathy hoping that Ruth would be able to tell her all the hurt that was lurking beneath the surface. "They say she died of a broken neck, mercifully she would have died instantly. When I saw her I thought she was sleeping and I cut a small lock of her blonde hair as a keepsake and I wear it here in this locket," said Ruth pointing to the gold item around her neck. Kathy childless after those years of marriage sat bewildered as she could feel the deep pain Ruth was going through in telling her story. "What about Kevin?" Kathy asked. "What about him?" She replied. "He can rot in hell, I didn't go to his funeral and I had his ashes thrown in the trash." Kathy listened as Ruth continued. "It is has taken me months to talk about this to anyone and it could only be you dear Kathy who could help me," said Ruth still weeping. "When she died a big piece of me went with her," Ruth sobbed. "I keep blaming myself for allowing it to happen. I should have been there 5 minutes earlier and I would have taken Mary home in my car. Instead Kevin got there first and then skidded on the wet road and the car hit a tree. The nightmare of arriving on the scene and seeing them both dead will haunt me forever." Kathy clasped both her hands over Ruth's carefully tended fingers and squeezed hard. The two women looked into each other's eyes and then hugged in a tender embrace. As they parted they tenderly kissed each other on the lips. Ruth continued, "Besides this locket and hair, I have kept all of her things to remind me of her. This picture was the last taken of her during her high school graduation. There are two full trunks of her clothes, shoes and toys in the basement. I just can't bring myself to throw them away." Kathy asked, "Why Ruth, you have to let her go sometime?" "I know I sometimes think that this was just a bad nightmare and that someday Mary will walk right in and sit down beside me. I just hope that everything will be just like it was," she wailed. Kathy tried her best to console her friend but then realised that a good cry would do Ruth good. It would help relieve the guilt that she felt about Mary's death. Kathy picked up the picture of Mary and studied it closely while holding Ruth's hand. As Ruth cried, Kathy could see that Mary had looked so much like her mother. She had been a very beautiful young lady and Kathy's bisexual urges were aroused. Mary had wonderful long strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her face was beautiful with high eyebrow arches, two gold loops in each earlobe and long painted nails proudly holding up her high school diploma. The most striking feature was Mary's blue eyes. There was something hauntingly beautiful about them as she stared through long dark lashes. Her painted red lips were highlighted with two rows of perfect white teeth. "You know Ruth, she looks a lot like you, she was a very lovely girl. She could easily have been a model. I would have given her a job modelling some of my clothes. Her hair and her face are her main points but her complexion and her deportment also catch the eye," said Kathy "Do you think so?" Ruth asked suddenly stopped sobbing. "Yes I do, look at that lovely long hair, why did she keep it so long?" Kathy asked brushing her own short and easily managed style. "It all came about because she wanted her father to stop drinking and she declared to him that she would only get it cut when he stopped drinking," said Ruth. "It was her way of showing that she loved her father despite his inconsiderate nature." Ruth continued, "needless to say it hadn't been cut in years when she died. As you can see she really suited it long and even if her father had stopped I wouldn't have let her cut it. If I had had my way it would have grown down to her ankles. I think her hair defined her femininity don't you?" "Yes it is certainly very striking, it must have taken hours to keep clean and tangle free," Kathy replied. "I helped her brush and style it. The two of us would often go to the salon to have it trimmed here and there and as you can see my own blonde hair is growing nicely," said Ruth. Kathy gave her friend hand's another squeeze, "if there was a way to bring her back to you I would, you know that don't you." "You are such a dear, dear friend," Ruth replied. "We have been good for each other, you have helped me over my problems with George and if it was in power to have Mary walk back in here I would," Kathy again comforted her friend with a peck on the cheek. "There have been times when I felt like I was going insane with my man in the basement. You have really given me a fresh outlook on life." Kathy started crying along with Ruth and the two got up and went back to the bed. They cuddled and kissed before dosing off to sleep. Chapter 5 - Eureka I woke stiff and sore after just one hour's sleep and headed upstairs to shower. I stripped off my stinking clothes, a shave and a shower and I was still feeling tired but refreshed. I put on fresh jeans and a T-shirt grabbed a bread roll and a coffee before heading back downstairs. I hadn't noticed before but it stared me in the face as I saw that blinking green light that indicated that the machine's sophisticated self-test system indicated no errors. I jumped for joy and ran down towards it. I knew that it was working it just needed a live test. As part of my research at the university I had discovered that it would be possible to transform the genetic code of a subject if it was fed with certain external stimuli. My work had shown that sophisticated computer imagery plus the addition of new genetic material could create a duplicate person by rearranging the donor held in a transformation chamber. I know it sounds like something out of the Twilight Zone but this was the 21st century and our technology had come on leaps and bounds. The software and the hardware needed to interpret the complex mathematical algorithms had given me the most cause for concern. Now I know animal rights people will find this hard but I had to use live animals to see whether that self test light was just an illusion. During my early work, I had destroyed dozens of cats and dogs when I had tried to get the mind of a cat transferred into the body of the dog and visa versa. Finally management had come under extreme pressure brought on by many animal rights groups, that they had to stop the project. Of course they had to make me redundant then. I was lucky though when Smith Industrial took an interest but just as I started to make some real progress the recession meant that they had to cut back on their research and development programme. Luckily they allowed me to pursue the project at home and I was able to obtain most of the equipment at a knock down price of $50,000. Of course Kathy objected but I knew it would be worth it. I met the founder of Lake Industries at a local community meeting and after a presentation he hired me to continue the project. Harvey Lake was over 70 years of age and feared death. His mind was active and he wondered if it might be possible to transform his body into that of a younger person. It was at Lake Industries that I made some of my biggest breakthroughs regarding the transfer process and the amount of raw computing power that would be needed to execute the software algorithms. However the project died suddenly when Lake died and his grandson took over. Another $100,000 was needed to buy all the equipment that Lake Jr. would have thrown in the back of a dumpster. Now here I was with a working machine and it was ready for a live test at last. I had kept some rabbits in cages for just this moment and went and lifted the white one and put him in another smaller cage. It would a real test if our cat could be turned into a rabbit. Just at that moment I heard Kathy's heels on the floor above. I rushed upstairs as fast as I could go but she caught me when I exited into the kitchen. "What did I say George?" she said angrily. "Kathy It's finished I am ready to start the final proof test now. Will you help me find Fluffy?" I asked referring to our lazy cat. "Why do you need the cat?" she asked. "She is sitting over there waiting beside her empty dish. George you didn't forget to feed her again?" "Yes, I did, I am sorry." "That's it George, my mind's made up now, I am leaving you." She was as angry as hell. "Wait hear me out," I cried barring her slender frame with my bulky one. "The project is finished, it just needs a live test and if that works we will be rich. If it doesn't well I will give up," I said hoping that she would ease up a little. "George you promised that last night would be it. You have never kept a promise in your life," she snarled. "Come with me Kathy. I got it working," I said as gleefully as my tired mind would allow. "Grab Fluffy and follow me down to the basement. You have to see it. You won't believe it. It really works," I stated as I got my energy back and bounded down the stairs. I turned to watch her carefully pick her way down the stairs in her heels. It wasn't helped by the now redundant equipment I had stored on the steps and her sideways walk because of her tight skirt. "Look Kathy," I said with triumph pointing to the equipment. "Over there is the transfer chamber, you can see that it is big enough to take a person. In the middle are the main switches and power supplies and over here is the main computer. It was that, that cost the money. That baby has more processing power than 500,000 Hexagon Chips." I said gleefully. She looked on dumb, her eyes wide open looking at the blinking green test light that indicated that the machine was still ready for use. "How do you know it will work?" She cried. "What does it do and why do you need the cat George?" "Easy, that flashing green light gives me the status of the machine. It shows that the machine is not finding any faults. It has been like that all morning." I said knowing that her impression of me was set to change any minute now. It had taken five long years to get to this and I wanted Kathy to see that she had married a genius. She sat down on my workbench stool hitching up her tight skirt and held the cat. "So this is what you think will be worth millions. This I have got to see," she said. "What happens now?" "First we take Fluffy's picture with this digital camera and then I save the image on this compact disk. I then download the rabbit's image into the computer. Here have the hard copies," I said as it ejected from the machine. I inserted a high capacity floppy disk into the drive and then closed the door. I fired up the computer and soon its processors were creating a three dimensional model of the rabbit's image in its huge memory store. "Now we need a sample of Fluffy's DNA, a sample of her hair should be just right," I said snipping a small piece from her thick coat and placing it in an envelope that I handed to Kathy. "Why the hair sample?" she asked. "Simple it is needed to transform her back after she has been changed into a rabbit. This sample contains the DNA footprint that will bring our cat back again." I replied. "Just wait and see, it is easier to show than try to explain." "Bring her back? Do you intend to send her somewhere? Is this some kind of transport machine like they used in all those Star Trek movies?" she asked again. "No dear Fluffy will not be transported she will be transformed." I replied anxious to get on. "Transported into what?" she asked suddenly concerned for the welfare of her cat. "For this experiment I will transform her into this white rabbit here and then turn her back." I said hoping she would ease up a little on me. "George I am not sure about this," she said. "Look I know what I am doing," I said taking fluffy and injecting her with something to make her sleep through it before putting her in the chamber. I also tied her down to stop her moving in case she came round. I closed the chamber and locked it shut. "Now what?" she asked getting up and looking at her pet lying alone inside the glass chamber. "Now we take some of the rabbit's hair or toenails, add a little electrolyte and put the mixture in this intensifier. This scans the DNA structure and combines it with the 3-D image to alter Fluffy into a rabbit like him," I said pointing to the one in the cage. "So are you going to change Fluffy into a rabbit? I don't like this George," Kathy said looking uneasy. "Yes and change her back again," I said still confident, "now just push that button there." Kathy minced over to the control panel and was just about to push the start button. "I will never ever forgive you if this hurts Fluffy." "Trust me darling, I know what I am doing." I said and as I did she pushed the red button with my fingers crossed. "Nothing's happening," she cried, "you are a fake George." "Kathy this takes five minutes from the moment that the button is pressed for the images process to work and then the transformation begins. Just be patient." After five minutes the light inside the chamber increased in intensity and a large ring started to spin and move down towards the cat. As the ring encircled first the head of the cat, it slowly changed to that of the rabbit. Her ears were first and then her coat. Her whiskers and her face grew longer until she was same as the rabbit hopping about in the corner. The further the ring descended then more of the cat changed into a rabbit until it was complete and the ring started to rise to the top of the chamber again. The cat looked like the rabbit in every detail. Kathy's mouth opened in disbelief, "Come on George, you can't fool me. It's just trick photography of something." "If you don't believe me. Then go over and open the chamber door, and see for yourself," I boasted. Kathy bent down and opened the chamber door and felt the cat's fur. "Look Fluffy even has the same black mark on her leg as the rabbit," she said as I brought the other animal over so she could compare. "Does she have the brain of rabbit too?" Kathy asked still obviously concerned. "Yes she does but her instincts and brain patterns should still be that of a cat." I said. "George change her back this is cruel," She said. "Just a minute," I said checking out Fluffy's genitals. "George what are you looking for?" "Oh I was just checking to see if she had changed into a male rabbit and it seems she has." "Wow that's amazing," said Kathy. Slowly the rabbit came round and Kathy was able to get it to respond to her name. This finally convinced her that the cat she had loved was indeed a big white furry rabbit. "If I hadn't seen this with my own eyes I wouldn't have thought this was possible," she said. "Can we change her back now?" "Yes we can now lets do it all again. First download the cat's disk into the computer to create her 3-D image. Second add her hair to the electrolyte and then finally sedate her slightly again. Close the door again honey." I said as I pushed the button and the machine into motion once more. "What would happen if we didn't have a disk?" she asked. "Say we just had a photograph." "That's no real problem," I said pointing to the workbench under the stairs, "we could use this special imaging scanner to create one." "So what do you do?" She asked. Relieved that she was interested and not nagging me she let me show her how to download the photo image into a storage disk. When we walked back, Fluffy was restored again and still sleeping soundly on the chamber floor. "George it worked, I am so proud of you," she said taking her cat out of the chamber. "Listen George, she's purring." "Well Kathy what do you think?" I asked looking smug. "What do I think? I think it is amazing, this machine of yours could be worth millions," Kathy shouted out and she hugged me smiling. "I have to try it with a slightly larger animal and I would like to try Max," I said referring to Max our Alsation dog. "Is that OK?" "What if something goes wrong," she said. "Nothing can go wrong if that green light is blinking," I said reminding her. "It has some sophisticated error checking to stop any problems. The only possible problems could come if we move it from here. It is very sensitive to movement, small adjustments and calibration would be needed to get it operational." "What about people George how would you use it on somebody?" She asked fully interested in the machine's capabilities for the first time. "Don't get too excited. I haven't tested it on a human yet and we haven't seen what effects will happen if something is left transformed for any length of time. At the moment that the mind and brain patterns would remain but I am not sure about the long term." "I may have built it but I still have to document and detail the operation of the equipment. I have to describe how to maintain and repair it, the operation sequence and the safety interlocks. OK it is working at last but there is still a long way to go yet," I continued. "We really need to make sure that a picture and a hair sample is taken of the subject if they ever want to return back. " Kathy didn't seem to be listening to me when she remarked, "George honey, why wouldn't it work on humans? If it is, it's going to be worth a lot of money, then it has to work on humans. Why look at the size of the chamber? You made it big enough for a person to get inside." "There is no reason why it shouldn't work on humans," I replied. "All the animals have survived after I got all the bugs worked out. The chamber is big enough for a man because Old Man Lake had me build it that way. He wanted to be the first to try it before he died. I guess what we need now is a volunteer. There would be no guarantees of survival or against side effects." "Honey, this calls for a little celebration. Let me go up to the kitchen and get some wine," Kathy said joyfully as she ran up the stairs. 'Honey,' I thought to myself as I took Fluffy out of the chamber. 'She hadn't called me that in years. This whole project will do just what I wanted it to do,' I thought. 'I will finally get a little love for my long hours of work.' "I am sorry I doubted you," she smiled when she returned with two glasses and a bottle of white French wine. She filled my glass to the brim and I drank like it was water. It felt so good after nearly 36 hours without a decent meal and nearly 24 without much sleep. I began to feel drowsy when the wine hit my nearly empty stomach. She kept my glass topped up as we talked on about the potential of the machine. The wine flowed mainly down my throat as we talked on and on about the machine. I didn't even remember her going upstairs for the second bottle. "Well," Kathy asked. "When can we get some money back on this machine?" I was feeling light headed but replied that there would be another year of development and refinements before it could be put into production. "George this machine is fantastic. I can see its benefits and I understand the reasons for tight security but another year? We just can't wait that long," she grumbled. With my eyes a blur in my now drunken state I replied, "look, what's another year if we get ten million." "After what I just saw, I thought you were finished," she pleaded. "Don't tell me we're still another year away from striking it rich. We won't be able to put our lives back together again if that's true. "Honey it will not be as bad as it has been, I will still be busy but if I can get an advance from one of my former employers then I won't need your money to complete it," I replied my eyes were starting to droop. "What is this you and me shit all of a sudden George?" She asked turning on me. "Just a minute ago it was us." "Sorry dear, it was just a slip of the tongue. This wine is really starting to get to me. Why don't we go up to the bedroom and have a little fun for once? It's been a long time and I owe you that much. Besides you were calling me honey a minute ago. Now you are back to George," I questioned. "We won't go near the bedroom until I get a few more questions answered. When we get at least a million I want to open my own fashion salon with the money." She stated. The wine, my empty stomach and the lost sleep were really getting to me now. I had never been this drunk in my life and soon I was saying things that I wish I had never said. How these words were ever formulated in my mind I will never know. "How much money do you think you will need? Because after this machine and the manufacturing rights have been sold then I will need a source of funds to start my next project," I stated in slurred words. "I will need at least five hundred thousand to equip it properly with all the latest computer fashion design aids," Kathy responded. "Five hundred thousand dollars!" I shouted, "give me a break you stupid bitch." "Bitch!" She banged the bottle down hard on the workbench. "Don't you ever call me a bitch again, there is at least 4 hundred thousand of my money in this equipment so you owe me at least that much back." I didn't back off and with slurred speech said, "look ashore, it might have been your money but it was my efforts and ideas that got it working. Therefore I'll decide where we spend the money." "That money was my father's inheritance and you have no right to speak to me like that. Without me your machine would never ever have been built," she screamed at me hysterically. "And what the hell is all this talk about new projects." Kathy was speechless with rage, my drunken stupor had shown her that the future would be just the same as her less than happy recent past. She shook her head gently, her long earrings striking her long neck. She just couldn't believe what I was saying. "Look you might not like this but I have so many other good ideas that I need to develop. If you think that this machine is wonderful, then you can't really appreciate what I can really do. Some of them could take a lifetime to complete them. Look Babe, I can't spend the next five years down here, I would like to build my own research centre," I said as I started to pass out into unconsciousness. Kathy felt crushed and she turned away to clear her thoughts. 'That's it we are through now, I am married to a selfish bastard. He knows I want to open my own salon and then he says that all the money should be ploughed into his new projects. No way!' Kathy got up from her stool revealing her long legs. "In that case George, I will divorce you. We are finished unless I get my own studio. I want to have a normal relationship with a sound husband and I won't get that if you start on something new." It was too late as my numb brain finally gave up and I fell asleep on my chair. I could hear her faintly shouting my name at the top of her voice. Unfortunately for me I had passed out totally. Kathy walked over and looked down on me. There I sat with my head resting on my desk fast asleep oblivious to her unanswered rage. Quietly she spoke now, "right then you bastard, you wait, you will wish you had never been born after I am through with you. From now on I will be in charge and there wont be a thing you can do about it." I was out of it, a bottle and a half of white wine in an empty stomach. My head was spinning when I eventually woke up. Chapter 6 - Human experimentation "Oh my aching head," I said out aloud as I tried to raise my hands up to rub my massive headache. I heard the dull echo of my voice behind my closed eyes. I opened up my eyes and shouted, "Kathy." I suddenly felt that my arms where bound behind me and I was tied to a chair. I shouted again, "Kathy, what the hell is going on here?" The ropes were tied tightly and I couldn't move my arms at all. Ropes were wound round my body and down each leg. Even my neck and head was tied to the high back chair. I couldn't move and I was completely naked. I could just see my flaccid penis resting against the seat between two hairy legs. "Kathy," I yelled out again in panic. "What is going on here?" There was a deafening echo as I shouted. As my senses cleared, I suddenly realised where I was. I had been in here often enough I was inside the transfer chamber. "Kathy! Kathy, get me out of here," I yelled as loud as I could. "Come on this isn't funny, come on get me out of here." The silence after my pleas was maddening, as I tried again, "Kathy. Where are you? Please Kathy." Then I realised that no one would ever hear me in here. The chamber was constructed using special acoustical material and I had been adamant in specifying triple layer sound proof glass for the door. I tried desperately to look out into the workshop but my head was fixed to the chair and I could only move my eyes. Inside the chamber was bright and outside my workshop looked dark and dingy as usual. I saw somebody moving around as I strained my neck and head as far as possible to the right. "Hey! Hey you out there come and get me out of here. Someone. Anyone. Please help," I called out to no response. Then suddenly the chamber door opened and Kathy looked in at me. "Ah George I am so glad you decided to wake up at last. I want you fully conscious when you realise what is going to happen to you," said Kathy. "What are you going to do," I asked suddenly "You will soon find out I think," she smiled. "You can't be serious Kathy," I snapped back with alarm. "Very serious, I am afraid you will no longer be my husband after I am through with you," she sneered. "Why Kathy? Please don't turn me into a rabbit or a cat. I don't deserve this. Please!" I pleaded. "Sorry George my mind is made up, so open wide," she said as she forced a ball gag into my mouth. "I can't have any movement but I want you to be conscious the whole time you are going through this. It is going to be such fun when we are finished." She strapped the buckle behind my head and I was immobile. I could not move an inch. Only my eyes could move but she had some advice for that as she moved back. "Now George, you must keep perfectly still while the ring descends past your eyes. I recommend you close them." I watched her leave in mounting horror and she quickly shut the door behind her with a clang. She blew me a kiss as she bolted the door securely shut. At that moment I doubt even Houdini could have escaped. Kathy then walked over to the control panel and said to Ruth, "Do you have the picture?" "Yes, right here, Kathy," said Ruth. "Right place the picture into the scanner face down and insert this disk," said Kathy handing her a disk. Soon the image on the photograph was downloaded onto the disk and inserted into my machine. "What happens now?" she asked and Kathy showed her what to do with the small sample of hair she carried in her locket. "We add a dash of this liquid to your hair sample and then we put in it into the intensifier here," said Kathy smiling. "Not long now." "Kathy, Mary's hair is dissolving stop this please," said Ruth. "Stop worrying Ruth, after what is about to happen you will have all the locks of hair you want in a little while," said Kathy as her finger slowly started moving toward the start button. "Goodbye ashore," she whispered to herself as she pushed the start button. After what seemed an age, the light in the top of the transformation chamber came on brightly. I couldn't believe my eyes as I looked up into the blinding light. I tried to struggle but it was useless I was strapped tightly to the chair. 'Oh god no,' I thought as hysteria started to fill my mind, 'is she going to turn me into a cat or a dog? I don't want to find out' There was nothing I could do about it and I knew it. Whatever she had planned for me would happen as the machine ring started to rotate and descend towards my head. My mind quickly raced over the possible fates that I would endure. I cursed myself for ever showing her how to operate this machine. Why? I glanced up at the lowering and spinning ring, I wondered if I would even survive. I will be my own human guinea pig. Oh no, what if she turns me into a guinea pig. Or a mouse. Or a cat. Or even Max our dog. She couldn't be that mad at me to turn me into an animal could she? Me, the world's greatest inventor turn into a guinea pig! And if I died what would happen to my machine. All those long hours down the drain. I redoubled my efforts to break free from the ropes that held me securely to the chair. What had I done to deserve this fate? The control ring was now parallel with the top of my hairline and I started to feel a strange sensation in my hair roots. It felt like someone was pulling the hair out of my head. Suddenly I could feel my hair start to sprout out of my scalp and some fell across my eyes. I stared out in blind terror at the scene before me and then saw the underside of the ring come into my field of vision. I realised I had better close my eyes quickly. With my eyes closed, I could feel my scull rearranging and the impression I had was that everything seemed tighter and more compact. I could also see the redness of my eyelids exposed to the blinding light source. Soon it was darker again and I opened them slowly as the ring's top edge descended down my body. I could feel the ball gag slacken slightly as the ring passed over my mouth and it seemed less secure. I still couldn't budge it from my mouth but the strap wasn't so tight and uncomfortable as before. This was weird, my head must be smaller now. My vision was blurred for an instant from the tears that flowed. I opened and closed my eyes to clear them and when I did I could sense that my eyelashes were noticeably longer. Oh God no she was turning me into a dog. I looked down expecting whiskers to sprout and my nose to lengthen. Instead my nose seemed to be smaller and I could feel my moustache disappear suddenly. My top lip also became more prominent. My facial skin felt tighter and my jaws and cheeks now felt narrower. Down my body the ring travelled lower, I could feel my throat become tighter, my neck seemed to grow and stretch away from my body. To get longer and then I could look down over my chest. I could see two swellings emerge and hang heavily on my front. It was then I finally realised the bitch was turning me into a woman. Oh god why? I was hyperventilating with my breathing rapid through my nose and my pulse hammering inside my skull. As the ring descended my 13th ribs disappeared, I suddenly found my waist trimmer and smaller like it had never been before. My body was also losing all of it's extensive covering of body hair. Next came such a tightening feeling in my stomach. I felt like I was being cut in two and I winced in pain. The pressure was so great that I thought I would pass out. But the control ring just spun lower heading towards my manhood. My stomach was now flat and tight and still the ring descended. I could barely see my penis and testicles now between my new twin peaks and with no stomach overhang that used to block my view when sitting. My hips were next and I could feel them widening as my pelvis started rearranging itself. I had child rearing hips and soon I would have the means to have children. I was going to lose my manhood I knew that now. Soon they too were exposed and began shrinking away to nothing. Suddenly I had a slit now and I could feel a warm wetness in the same place. My eyes must have stood on stalks as I looked for any sign of my manhood. None was visible, I obviously had a vagina now. Fuck, what is that bitch doing to me? Still the control ring passed down to where my hands had been bound behind my back. I could feel them get smaller and my bonds felt slack. The control ring finally passed my calves and feet. As it did I could feel my heels rise off the floor leaving only my toes to support my weight. I knew now I was shorter in stature. All my previously tight bonds felt much slacker and I was able to move around a lot easier but I was obviously still not going to go anywhere. Finally the control ring reached the floor and it slowly coasted to a stop in its recess before suddenly moving back up to its normal storage position in the top of the chamber. With the lighting levels reduced back to normal, I was unable to see my body as I had done before. I was so relieved that I had survived. My machine appears to work on humans if I was still alive and not dreaming this madness. Why oh why would Kathy want me turned me into a girl. I was still tightly bound and I would have to wait until I was released. However I could turn my head slightly towards the door now and I could feel soft hair rubbing against my neck. I could feel the hair against my hands and I tried to grasp it. I was able to tug it and sure enough it was connected to my scalp. I had long hair that went right down my back! When I let go of the hair some of it fell forward over my face and shoulders and I could see it was a light blonde in colour. As I sat there, I tried to calm down, slowly my breathing and heart beat came back to normal. To steady it I took a large deep breath and felt my chest move and shudder. I tried to clench my fists and as I did, I dug my now long fingernails into my palms. I knew for sure now. Kathy had indeed changed me into a woman! Then I thought, OK just like Fluffy she will change me back in a few minutes. It is with some relief that my panic filled mind started to think straight again. Whew! Outside both my tormentors were screaming with joy as they saw me change in front of their eyes. When the process had finished Ruth stopped and stared at the chamber door. "It can't be," she said. Kathy broke the silence by saying, "Well at least George survived." "George, that's not George. That's my daughter Mary and she's alive," Ruth shouted out. "No, Ruth you have to realise that is still George. He just looks like your dear Mary now," Kathy stated triumphantly. "Kathy how can that be George?" asked Ruth "You seem to have brought my Mary back from the dead. Please open the chamber door and untie her. "Just hold on a minute Ruth. You have to realise that the body inside the chamber may look like Mary but she still has George's male brain wave patterns." "Oh Kathy, she looks lovely, she looks just like she did when she was graduating last summer. Oh please hurry, open the door." "Take it easy, Mary will be with you very soon," said Kathy as she looked inside the chamber. "I hope this isn't some kind of mean trick you are playing on me," she replied. "No the only mean trick is on George who now looks like your lovely daughter Mary. He is going to know what it is like to be female now." Kathy replied smiling at me through the door. "Don't you remember my promise to you yesterday that I would bring your daughter Mary back to you if I could?" "Yes I remember but this is like black magic bringing someone back from the dead," Ruth replied. "Well I have brought her back physically to you, she might have George's brain but she sure looks like an exact replica of your daughter. All we need to do now is get this new Mary accustomed to her new role in life," Kathy said laughing at the prospects that awaited the husband she hated. "Now I understand, you have punished George and helped me at the same time," said Ruth. "Oh Kathy you are such a wonderful friend. I can't wait to get her home and do all the things we used to do." "That's right," Kathy answered. "Is this permanent, will George be Mary from now on?" Ruth asked. "I think so, it can be for as long as we want. The way for George to return to his old body is to reverse the process using this disk and this hair clipping. For now though he will be your Mary," she said as she placed the clippings into a polythene bag and then along with disk put them into a sealed brown envelope. "Oh Kathy if this works out and I will try hard to make it, George can become my daughter Mary. I would do everything in my power not to lose her again," said Ruth now anxious to release what she thought was her daughter from the chamber. "We will see how George adjusts, in the meantime I am just going to hide this envelope upstairs before I put it in my safe deposit box at the bank," Kathy hesitantly answered back. "Don't touch a thing I'll be right back." As she returned downstairs, Kathy thought 'So Ruth wants George to stay Mary forever. That's a nice thought but I could never be that mean or could I? If George was to disappear now, I could start a new life with a new man who would give me exactly what I want. I could report him missing and the police would not suspect foul play because there hasn't been any. There is no blood or a body to find.' Kathy was smiling at the thought of George in skirts and dresses for the rest of his life when she walked down the stairs into the basement. 'Now that I have started this, it might be tough to bring him back and not lose Ruth as a friend.' Her mind considered the potential problems. Looking back into chamber at the wide eyed Mary inside, Kathy said, "Let's get her out now and get her dressed." "This is going to be fun, I can't wait to hold my daughter again," said Ruth. Soon the door was open and Kathy started to undo my bonds. Slowing I started to move my stiff joints. She kept my hands tied and the ball gag in place as I was led back into my cold basement workshop. Chapter 7 - I have Mary's body "Sit here Mary," said Kathy. 'Mary? I was Mary! Now I saw their plan was to turn me into Ruth's daughter Mary.' I thought. Then I saw Ruth approaching and she was carrying a pile of female clothes for me to wear. "Don't worry Mary, I have the same skirt, blouse and shoes you were wearing on the day of your graduation," said Ruth smiling. 'Don't worry! They have to be kidding.' I thought as my hands were finally set free. Before I could speak Ruth spoke. "How do you feel Mary?" asked Ruth. "Come let your mummy help you get dressed into some clothes more suited to your wonderful new image. Oh this is going to be such fun." I was allowed to sit down on my workbench stool and I held my hands up to my face and cried real tears, "Why Kathy?" As I looked up into my wife's smiling face I asked her in my now shrill voice, "why have you done such a wicked thing? Don't you know you could have killed me?" "I didn't though, did I?" She answered back. "Just think, now you have first hand knowledge of what it's like to go through this experience and you can pass that on to others." "Did you save my image and my hair like I showed you?" I asked her half pleading and half in panic. "That's for you to find out," she replied. "I might have done, what do you think?" "Oh Kathy, you must have done it, I don't know how to be a woman," I cried. "Please get them and reverse this." "I'm sorry Mary but I have my friend Ruth here to consider and your new role in life is to be her lovely daughter. I no longer have a husband called George. I mean if you went to the police and said your were George they would just laugh in your face. Have you noticed how soft, sweet and tender your voice has become. Like the rest of you it's so girlish," Kathy stated breaking out into an uncontrollable giggle. "Yes, I noticed the change in my voice," I snapped. "Now look Kathy you have had your fun. Now go over and reset the machine and turn me back into George. I have work to do." "Always the workaholic," said Kathy. "Mary as my daughter you won't have time to fiddle about with machines like this," said Ruth holding a hair brush. "Please," I said. "The machine settings have to be logged and now that I have first hand knowledge on what the transformation is like. I must make an entry into my notebook." "Not any more Mary, you are just Ruth's little girl now and I am your Aunt Kathy," said Kathy enjoying my discomfort. "Come on," I pleaded. "You must see how much work I have to do. Please go and reset the machine." "Look at the lovely long blonde hair you have now and you have messed it all up. Turn round while Ruth brushes it for you. It is so long it hangs down below your waist." Kathy continued ignoring my pleas as she used her hand to push the fine long hair back off my face. "You know hair this long and beautiful, must be brushed at least one hundred strokes a night," said Ruth as she started pulling the brush through my hair. "A hundred times!" I cried my voice high and shrill, " you have got to be fucking kidding." I reached round and saw the mass of hair behind me. I couldn't take it in that all this lovely golden hair was mine. "Mary I will not tolerate you speaking like that," said Ruth visibly shocked. "Do you think this easy for me, to become something I am fucking not," I said. "It will have to become easy or else," said Kathy. As Ruth continued to brush my hair, I bent my head down. As I did I saw two perfectly shaped breasts sticking out of my chest. They were full, round and firm as I first touched and then cupped them in each hand The nipples had a slight upturn to them and they looked overly large. I ran my hands all over them and pinched them between my long nails and they began to get erect. My hands went down my abdomen towards my waist and I could see how trim it was. I noticed that above navel there was a small hole and I wondered what that was for. My hands continued lower and there between my legs was a small fur patch and nothing else. As Ruth and Kathy looked on I cautiously guided my right hand down to touch it. I could feel the moist lips of my new opening. "Mary, stop that please darling, you will have plenty of time later for exploring your body," said Ruth. "We must get you ready to go home." "But Ruth I live here with Kathy," I bleated. "Do not call me Ruth anymore, call me mummy," Ruth said. "You don't live here anymore Mary," said Kathy. "You're Ruth's daughter Mary now. Can't you get that through that pretty new head of yours?" "I don't want to be a pretty. I just want my old self back." I cried again. I needed to be logical and unemotional about this fantastic change that had occurred but I just couldn't. I tried to formulate a plan that would get me out of this fix but none came. Where was my logical male brain, surely that hadn't been changed into that of a blonde bimbo too? My thoughts were cut short with the advance of Kathy holding that most feminine of garments. She held open a bra and offered to me so that I could simply insert my arms. Unthinking I slid them in and she put the cups over my cold breasts. Ruth moved my hair as she helped do up the snaps in the rear. Wearing the bra I was immediately aware that the weight of my breasts had been uncomfortable but now I felt the narrow straps cut into my collarbones. I tried, I desperately tried to formulate a plan for my release but none came. Each time I would find that some distraction would prevent me from thinking it through. Each time my thoughts would come back to the fact that I just had to find my picture disk and my hair cutting. I decided that I needed to get on a less antagonistic footing and decided to change my approach. "Aunt Kathy to put my mind at rest a little please at least tell me you remembered to take my picture and cut my hair?" I asked with some fear in my voice. "If I tell you, will you do as you are told?" Kathy asked. "Yes I will have no option will I?" I replied. "Yes we did take your photo and cut your hair, they are however held in a place where you can't find them. Cross me or your mummy here and they will be destroyed. Do I make myself perfectly clear," Kathy lectured. "Oh thank heaven you didn't forget," I answered with a massive sigh of relief. "OK, Kathy come on now this game has gone on long enough please hurry up and get me out of this body," I tried to say in my most convincing of voices. "This is no game Mary, your mummy and I will see to that," said Kathy. "Come on honey, panties next," said Ruth as she handed me a pair of matching high cut lace panties. I took them in my hands and was amazed to see that my nails were at least three quarters of an inch long. Kathy noticed too "My, what lovely little hands you have Mary and your nails are so long." she said comparing hers to show that mine were double the length of hers. "I can see that we will have to put some pretty nail polish on those nails of yours again," Ruth said, "I always wished my hands were as lovely as yours." I stood up and tried to balance on one leg but couldn't, both Ruth and Kathy supported me as I pulled the panties up my legs. As I stood, I felt that I had to stand on my toes and not on my flat feet as I did before. When I put my heels on the ground I found there was stabbing pain in my ankles and calf muscles. "Ow," I said when I tried to put my heels on the ground. As I reached down to massage my leg my hair decided to fly off in all directions again and covered my face and front. "What's wrong with my legs? Why can't I stand normally?" I asked Kathy. "I know the reason why," said Ruth. "Why?" I asked dreading the answer. "Well you always wore heels from the age of 14," said Ruth. "Although I disapproved, it seems you disobeyed me and the permanent shortening in your calf muscles is the result." "So what does that mean?" I asked still massaging my calves while standing on my toes. "I think you will find that you need a pair of these Mary," Kathy replied and she handed me a pair of spike heels. "You can't be serious, I can't walk in those," I said looking at the black patent leather shoes with the 3" heels they handed me. "Yes you can because you will always find it painful unless you do. Here let's get a pair of pantyhose up those legs of yours," she said. Soon I was standing in the heels and Lycra pantyhose feeling unsteady but pain free. Ruth pulled a full length silk slip over my head I was able to put my arms through the string hoops. It wa