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This story is intended for the entertainment of adults only. Copyright (C) 1998 by Maryann. All rights reserved. Permission Is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. Electronic storage of unaltered copies for personal use is also permitted. Any other use of this text is a violation of copyright. No hardcopies may be made without written permission from the author. TIME IN HER HANDS. By: Maryann It was one of those cold rainy nights that happen during the transition from fall to winter in Florida. It was never real cold, just uncomfortable to be outside. The wind would drive the rain in horizontal torrents of fury and suddenly calm down to a normal shower. Tom thought " this rain does calm my nerves after that busy day at the office! It certainly was one of the worst. Those new South American clients wanted him to create a Hotel taller than any building in Miami. The problem was they definitely had champagne tastes but with a beer budget." Tom had trouble with their rough English and fiery temperaments. He was worn out after convincing them that his architectural firm was not qualified to handle such a large project. Tom Anderson was lucky to be practicing his skills with one of the best architectural companies in Florida. He loved the laid back living style the most. He remembered his Dad wearing a tie to work every day while growing up in Philadelphia. But Tom usually wore a golf shirt and jeans to his job. Also, Tom was proud of the fact that he could make most women do double takes as he walked around in those jeans. He worked hard at the gym and was very careful about what he ate. The end result was robust male muscles, healthy color to his skin and a great outlook on life. He was in between girl friends at the time. His last relationship resulted in the woman pressing him too hard and fast for a marriage commitment. He figured he had plenty of time and only wanted to have some fun. Besides, he thought, his father never got married until he was twenty-seven. He had three more years to go before that age. The talk of raising kids scared him for some reason. He had to admit to himself that he was more than a little lonely and twice as horny. He needed to find some female companionship instead of the stale solitary experience of watching some "B" rated bimbo flick on the pay per view TV channels. He was thinking that he was getting off so much in the shower that he was getting a hard-on when it rained! He looked in his trusty Palm III for available women's telephone numbers. Most of them were either too weird or out of circulation. Working in a mostly male environment as an architect did not lend itself well to meet women at work. Tom figured that tonight might be the night to approach a new woman. He figured that the best way to a woman's heart would be a gift. Candy, flowers and jewelry usually would break the ice and his patented smile would do the rest. But where would he find an available woman? He discarded the bar scene and he did not belong to a church. The answer would be either one of two places that he always saw great looking women- the grocery store or the mall. To the mall he went. Sure enough, there were women of every imaginable size shape and age for the taking. He felt like a miner in a diamond mine. The rumbling sound of his stomach reminded him that he was starving! The food court was busy and had wonderful aromas emanating from the collection of outdoor grills and exotic food stores. He looked over the selection and decided on his same old pleasure- a good ol Cheeseburger! While devouring his plate of meat and fries, he noticed that a gorgeous woman was staring at him from the corner of her eyes. Tom was experienced enough to know when a woman was paying attention to him. She was chatting with her girlfriend and studying his every movement when she thought he was not looking. When he stared in her direction, she demurely avoided his glance and slightly blushed. It was an extreme turn on for him to find a beautiful shy woman fascinated with his every movement. It was his turn to study and examine the feminine mystique sitting next to him. She was slightly younger than he was. He guessed about twenty-two or twenty-three. She exuded natural feminine grace and poise. Her petite frame could not be over 5' 2" tall. But he admired the way the package was put together. Although it was hard to tell her exact physical measurements while sitting at the table, he guessed she had the perfect 'hour glass figure'. Magnificent breasts protruded temptingly through her silky blouse. Her waist was very tiny and flat while contrasting her shapely hips and ass. Tom almost went crazy following the synchronized rhythm of her perfect nylon encased leg unconsciously bouncing off the floor. She had her legs seductively crossed with her skirt high up on her thigh. One of her high-heeled shoes was dangling half off her toes and revealed a perfect female arch heavenly built for the classiest female footwear. Her face was angelically framed by a wave of blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders. Her hands were gesturing with perfectly manicured hands tipped with very red nail polish. There was no mistaking the ancient dance of the sexes. She was producing enough pheromones to attract a football team! She was very interested in him and curious about the effect she might have on him. On the other hand, he was well past the point of no return. "I have got to meet this woman!" he shouted to his inner self. His cock was involuntarily bulging against the confines of his jeans as he stood up. As he approached her, he could smell the expensive French perfume she was wearing. It was a Chanel brand that he liked. Her wonderful big blue eyes studied his frame with self-assured confidence. He almost melted on the spot with her almost languid glance. "Excuse me Miss", Tom boyishly said, " You look very familiar, have I met you before?" It may have been one of the oldest lines in the book, but it would be the acid test of rejection or the next step. She coyly smirked and said, " Those that fail to study the successes of the past are condemned to live by the failures in the future." She started laughing, "You really don't remember me bringing those blueprints to your office last month?" Tom was really baffled. How could he fail to remember such a gorgeous woman coming to his office. She obviously remembered him! "Oh, uh sure" he haltingly stated. "You know it gets so hectic around my office that I have hardly time to look up from my drafting board." He knew that it was a bald faced lie because he never missed any woman entering his door. But, did she make this up? How did she suddenly know so much about him? He felt like the fly instead of the spider. She noted his conflict and said, "Hello, my name is Bridgett and it was a pleasure meeting you again, but I must go back to work." Tom was upset that such a promising introduction was going to go by the wayside. She suddenly said, "I work at the Department store cosmetics counter, please come by later if you are looking for a gift for your girlfriend." She smiled a dazzling smile and left him looking at her retreating curvaceous posterior. He was definitely aroused and would not miss on this invitation. He spent a couple of hours shopping for new clothes. He had not planned on spending so much money, but he thought it might be a good investment if he would soon be seeing a new girlfriend. Tom found himself walking like a magnet to the cosmetic counter. He saw her waiting on customers with a bright friendly attitude. He knew she would be his very soon. He just knew it! "Oh hello stranger, I see you took me up on my invitation?" Bridgett candidly remarked. "Could I help you with a gift for your current girlfriend?" she quizzically asked while arching her perfect eyebrows. "Please call me Tom, and I don't have a girlfriend at this time. But, I would not mind investing the time and money for the right person." Tom stated while searching her eyes to see if she was interpreting his code. Tom instantly noticed her body language relax. She imperceptibly brushed her glistening hair from her beautiful face while throwing her shoulders back in order for her large breasts to poke under his nose. He also noticed her sharp nipples outline through her blouse in unconscious arousal. She agreed to a date that very night and he left the store in a state of euphoria. He would put these new clothes to good use tonight! The night was an experience like none other that Tom had ever had with a woman. Bridgett was a great listener and laughed at every thing he talked about. Her radiant smile and beautiful body was an overwhelming intoxication to his senses. He felt as if this woman would be the one he was secretly looking for. They dined at his favorite restaurant and went to a movie afterwards. Tom thought it a bad choice since he would rather have learned much more about her. She agreed to a stroll in the park and he was sexually longing for this woman and he just met her today! He walked hand in hand with her. They stopped for a lingering kiss. Tom was almost weak in the knees from the powerful lust he was feeling at the moment. Her lips were moist as a fresh flower pedal sprinkled with early morning dew. She tasted like a fine mixture of lipstick and sweet wine. Her probing tongue acknowledged the realization that she was responding very nicely to his manly charms. He asked, "Bridgett, I don't like to rush things, but would you come to my house tonight?" Tom expectantly examined her every movement and gesture for a sign of acceptance. It was with a saddened frown that she answered, "Tom, I feel like I have known you all my life. I want you to know that I am very attracted to you and want you very much. I never imagined that I would feel this way so soon. But, I have a secret that I cannot reveal to you at this time! You mean more to me and the world than you ever could conceive" Tom was listening to the rejection part and did not hear her all her words. "I have dreamed of this moment with you and now it is here. I cannot go back to your house tonight but want you to take a very special gift to always remind you about me." Bridgett softly spoke while gazing up into Tom's eyes. She suddenly reached for a small decorated jewelry box that had been in her purse. Bridgett slowly opened the box and it was as if a moonbeam struck the gold band and solitary jewel. It appeared to be glowing in the dark with a strange energy of it's own. "You must always wear this ring for me! It has some amazing abilities that you will soon learn about. I will be in this ring when you need me." Bridgett lovingly slipped the gold ring over Tom's ring finger while saying, " Please never let it leave your hand because the fate of the world depends on your help." Tom thought that the conversation was very sweet but suddenly bordering on the extreme with statements about saving the world. He almost loved this woman and would be disconsolate to add her name to ever-growing list of datable rejects. He responded with another huge kiss that left them both breathless. She lingered with the kiss and was reluctant to give up. Tom pleaded for her to return to his apartment for a 'nightcap'. She replied with, "No, Tom, I must return. Please remember me!" Tom knew that she would not come with him at that moment, so he hailed a taxi to take her home. He thought that there would be another night to break down her defenses. The kiss at her door was very passionate. She did not want to let go of him but some inner force made her release him. She was very hesitant to say goodbye to him. She was actually crying when she closed the door without a word. Tom went to work the next day with only the savory thoughts of his short time with Bridgett. She was all he could think about the whole day! He couldn't wait to leave work and go to the mall to surprise her. He picked a fresh bouquet of roses and sped through the parking lot. He spotted her long distance before actually getting to her counter. He rushed up with and smiled at her while saying, "Hello Bridgett, I have missed you very much!" He had always studied her every movement with love and was distressed to see the tension in her face. "Do I know you?" she said. "Why do you say you miss me very much? I have no memory of ever meeting you!" "Bridgett, it's me! It's Tom, I went out with you last night!" Tom said in a very worried tone. "We kissed in the park!" "Sir, I would remember if I had met you before, believe me! Would you stop bothering me and step aside for the customers?" Bridgett said in a very cold and menacing manner. Tom was shocked by the response. He figured it was a start of a joke but soon determined that she really did not know him. "Bridgett Please! I need to talk to you again!" Tom stated with new determination. "Please Sir, if you persist in this manner, I will be forced to call security!" she said again. She turned her back on him. Tom backed off immediately and pretended to look at merchandise while walking around the store. He kept rubbing his ring and constantly looked in her direction. She never noticed him. He kept searching for that side-ways glance that started the whole relationship in motion. Tom was desolate and returned home. He couldn't sleep that night and kept thinking of the events of the day. "How could such a beautiful passionate woman completely forget of my sheer existence?" Tom thought to himself as he tossed and turned in bed. Exhaustion finally got the best of him and he fell asleep with strange dreams. The next morning came with the screech of his alarm radio. He almost jumped out of skin to the pop music loudly coming from the radio. He thought it strange because he didn't remember having an alarm clock radio since he preferred his trusty wind up clock. Getting out of bed seemed to be easier than usual. He felt that he must have been losing weight since the bed did not even creak as it usually does upon his morning wake up routine. He groggily entered the bathroom to start the hot water for his daily shave. He opened the drawer and noticed that the shaving cream was gone and so was the razor. Upon further inspection he found a teal colored razor in the shower next to a new bottle of shampoo and conditioner. "Conditioner?" he thought. "I never use conditioner! It must have been left in the shower from one of his old girl friends." He really did not need to shave anyway, after examining his smooth face in the mirror. "Got to get a haircut soon." He thought as he gazed at the soft curly hair covering his ears. Since he was naked, he felt cold all of a sudden. He reached for his terrycloth bathrobe from behind the door. Preoccupied with several common placed habits conflicting in his mind, he did not notice that the robe he put on was a soft feminine silky robe with a plunging neckline. He was awake enough at this point to notice incongruities in the layout of his bathroom. Many of his personal grooming items were missing and replaced with feminine articles. Even the shower curtain was changed. His favorite black was replaced with a white background with rose colored artwork. Tom was starting to get very afraid. He knew that it was impossible for so many small changes to happen in his personal bathroom overnight. Something had changed during the night. It was then that he looked at his reflection in the mirror and noticed the very girlish looking robe suggestively covering his body. He dashed out of the bathroom into the living room and noticed with hawk-like analysis that the room had taken on a decidedly female tone. -Pictures, colors and furniture had all changed to a pleasant but female choice. He suddenly saw that his prized possession, the trophy bass that he had mounted and placed on the wall, was now converted to very ornate antique mirror. While looking at the new mirror and contemplating his new madness, Tom noticed a very weird distortion starting in the corner of the room and slowly progress towards him. It looked like a simple defect in the mirror reflecting that part of the room. He turned around and saw that there really was something wrong with the way the room looked. A horizontal wave was inching across the boundary of the living room. It was if the whole room was sliced in half as the new wave of refraction changed everything in its path. Some objects remained the same, but most items completely converted to new perceptions. Tom backed against the wall trying to avoid the inevitable wash of energy. It felt like a soft tickling sensation across his body as the energy wave slowly passed through him. It seemed inexorably slow and final as it passed through his body. Incredible as it started, it was suddenly over. Tom saw that his room had changed again. Soft pastel shades now decorated the walls. Flowery curtains covered the windows. He walked into his bedroom and was not surprised by the fact that it looked like a woman had decorated this room too. His bed was covered in a nice quilt with fuzzy looking stuffed bears sitting on the pillows. He looked into the closet and noticed all his suits had been replaced with dresses and female garments. Even his male shoes were replaced with a variety of female footwear. There were five times more shoes than he ever owned at any one time. Some of the shoes were very high heeled and designed for dancing and dining. Tom thought that he was surely going mad. How could so many changes happen? It was then that he suddenly wondered if it would affect him too? He ran back into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror once again. "Still the same old me." Tom thought as he examined his reflection. He laughed at the image of his male body barely covered by the sexy woman's nightgown. Then he got serious. "Something is happening, and it is very strange." He thought. I fall 'heads over heels' in love with a new woman, then she forgets me completely? Then my apartment and clothing change before my eyes. Where is this going? "What in the Hell is happening to me?" It was almost too late that Tom noticed another eerie 'refraction wave' bisect the bathroom in straight-line purpose. He backed into the corner and tried to avoid the wave without success. Searching behind the wave, he noticed that the bathroom was morphing again. Many more feminine articles were forming on the counter tops. He saw that a large assortment of perfumes and cosmetics littered the shelves. It was the manifestation of three pairs of panty hose drying on the shower curtain that highly increased his anxiety. He scanned the tiny room before noticing the wave passing through his body again. He groaned in mortal fear! It was over before he knew it. He figured that perhaps this change might be more important than the others. But, the wave passed without malice. It was difficult to tell what exactly was the difference this time. He positioned himself once again in front of the mirror and got the shock of his life! His lifelong maleness was disappearing! Staring back at him was either a very effeminate man, or a tomboy looking young-woman, still not fully developed? Tom looked in fascination at the cropped auburn colored curly hair. With the arched eyebrows and high cheekbones, he was reminded of a visage of the athletic woman that competed in gymnastic events. He now owned a tight body that looked like it had been trained with diligence. It resulted in a flat body builder feminine chest and trim figure. His stature had also lowered in height. He was looking at the bottom of the mirror at himself instead of the top. The gender reversed female robe was suddenly looking very stylish on this new body. The flimsy robe revealed gentle contours and womanly contrasts that were now pronounced. He could only think it looked like a 'hard body' with great female curves. Tom could not help but to search out the body differences by hand. He bent over and reached the top of his knees to feel soft smooth skin. It was interesting that all his dark body hair had been replaced with blonde fuzz throughout his frame. While caressing his body with soft touches, he noticed that his penis was fully erect but only sticking out two inches! Somehow, all the touching had induced an erotic reaction within his mind. Half of his male body was reacting to the soft gentle touches that were produced by the female skin sensations. His mind was saying it was impossible to feel such a contradiction. New erotic feelings were invading his mind. He could feel the sheer elegance and carnal feelings that the luxurious feminine robe was producing on his suddenly sensitive nipples. His body felt very different than the former strong male structure. Tom was concerned that his cock was so small all of a sudden. He had always been proud of his 'turgid exclamation point'. He then reached down and stroked it gently. He could only produce a pencil thin erection that felt just as sensitive but lacked the huge size that been admired by his former lovers. Worst of all, he noticed that new body architecture produced an expansion on his chest. He had budding breasts that pushed the outline of the clothing of the sheer gown. A hint of cleavage was evident. He looked down and could see pert nipples centered in huge aureoles. There was no doubt in his mind that this mysterious wave was inexplicably changing him slowly into a woman! Tom walked into the room and determined that the energy wave had transformed most evidence of a former male existence into a woman's apartment. He looked for his wallet on the dresser, but only found a leather clutch. Searching the purse revealed a driver's license with a current picture of his current female persona. "This is almost too much to believe!" he said out loud this time. He gulped as the sing song voice jarred him in the reality that he sounded like a woman too! The name on the driver's license said Marian Evans. He noticed on the bookcase was a feminized picture album that hopefully would give a hint about his new lifestyle. The book showed many pictures of a young girl growing up in a happy family. Pictures showed him vaguely portrayed as a young teenage girl to current shots as he looked now. The last series of pictures bothered him very much. There were some very suggestive pictures of his current body image kissing and holding hands with a young muscular man at the beach. That man was none other than John Jennings! His best friend at the architectural firm! It looked like he was now the girlfriend of his former guy friend! Tom checked the computer on the desk for any clue about his change. Once a cop friend said that if you ever want to find out secrets about people, just steal their computer- it is amazing what they leave on some non protected files. Tom started squirming in his seat when he got to the email archive. There were many highly explicit letters from John describing in detail some of their past sexual episodes. Tom still felt very male inside of this female body and recoiled at the thought of making love to a man. He knew this attitude might have to change or it would make him insane. While entrenched in the details of the computer, Tom caught the very familiar visual phase shifting of the outer corners of the room. "Damn, Damn, Damn!" he said, "It's happening again!" Why won't they leave me alone? With resignation, he watched as the slow moving wave crept closer and closer to his vantage-point. Some consolation was the fact that the room behind the wave had not changed. "It must be as female as it gets." He thought. "I wonder if I am?" The wave passed through his body once again and changed his body without feeling. Running to a bathroom mirror seemed to be a favorite thing to do tonight. He looked and studied the image in detail. The face had taken on softer, pure feminine features. The hair curled around the new oval shaped face. Long natural eyelashes danced on big luscious female eyes. Soft unblemished skin followed a slender neck down to graceful shoulders. The biggest change was the breasts. They were now large and very sexy looking. He thought they were at least a 36D or maybe a 38. It was hard to tell on this frame because the larger hips and tiny waist created a body illusion of large breasts. They certainly jiggled and shook like the description of Santa's belly. They almost had a life of their own. He pulled the fabric away and tucked the material under each breast for better viewing. It suddenly reminded Tom of porno pictures he used to look at on the Internet. He looked just like those same women with an exquisite body and breasts falling out of the lingerie. Gripping each breast caused a thrill to the nipples. It sent a shock of pleasure throughout his body and centering on the lower genital area. He almost forgot about checking out his prized penis. He knew before his dainty hands pulled down the frilly panties, that the penis was long gone. It was replaced by a fully developed woman's vagina. It was moist and wet to the touch. He explored the insides with fond memories of doing the same to his old female lover. He had to be careful because his now longer female fingernails would occasionally scratch the inner lining of his own personal 'love hole'. He had to stop because the sensations were causing him to pant in arousal. "The plumbing passes inspection Madam!" he laughed as his male center talked to the new female body. The picture book was as he left it. Leafing through the pages displayed the same pattern of him growing up as a girl. The latter pages took on a more professional pattern. It was evident that this body was created to be photographed! And some male friends had lusted through the viewfinder. Some of the poses were beyond belief. This new woman felt so proud of her body that she allowed someone to take nude pictures of her gorgeous body. Worst yet, the new persona felt so liberated that she posted her pictures in a common picture album for all to see! Tom thought that the only thing that would be constant in this new life would be all the changes that he continuously encountered. While sitting on the computer desk reviewing the picture album in amazement, Tom suddenly noticed that the center jewel of the gold ring would turn luminescent as it passed over the infrared port on his computer. He had installed the hand held electronic organizer to the computer for all his telephone numbers and addresses. All his hot women friends had been mysterious replaced with names of men that he could not remember. The organizer communicated with the computer via the infrared port and it seemed like the gold ring was doing the same. "Wait a minute?" Tom thought. "The gold ring had not changed since all these incredible events started happening. He remembered the words from Bridgett about the ring. She mentioned something about 'being IN the ring when I needed her." If ever he needed a guiding hand, it was now! Tom booted up the program designed to talk with infrared devices from the computer's system files. He placed his ring finger in front of the port and was startled to see a new program upload into his computer. Seconds later it finished and went into autorun mode. -------------------------------------------------- "Marian, please pardon me calling you by this name, but it seems more appropriate!" Tom heard the familiar voice of Bridgett without the picture of her on the screen. Tom's heart started beating faster. He knew that she would come back to him! "First and foremost- I miss you and treasure every moment I had with you during the 'Observation process'. It was a fantastic experience for me just to know you!" "You probably will not believe all that I am about to tell you. I cannot tell you the whole truth until you are ready, but here goes-" Tom listened with rapt attention. " You are experiencing some very strange changes. These changes would have driven some men mad, but I know that you are strong. I will explain the male to female part to you in a minute. Let me tell you the story from the beginning." "I am speaking to you from the future. Wait! Listen to me" the voice intoned as if Bridgett was really in the room. "I am recording these words and encoding them into the gold ring that you are wearing. The jewel contains a crystal lattice capable of incredible memory storage. This technology has not been developed in your current lifetime. It is very dangerous by its very existence. Paradox stuff. But, I will explain that later also. We have the ability to download messages from the future through this medium. I must tell you that in order to communicate to our group, it is necessary for you to take out personal ads in the local newspaper with your statements. It may seem crude to you, but we can scan the newspapers from the future to answer your questions." "I am part of a special team formed to study the events of the past!" the audio spoke from his speakers. A super secret consortium of hand picked scientists continued the progress of a theorem on time travel. This was due to a University thesis of one special man. It developed under the innocent auspice of government grants for research. Once the theorem was proven, the entire project went 'underground' for security purposes." Tom was listening so intently that he started to scratch an itch and took a big gulp as he noticed that he was adjusting the seam of the nightgown as it tickled his sensitive right nipple. He also noticed that it was kind of irritating that with all this advanced technology he could only hear audio and no video. He wanted to see Bridgett again. Bridgett started again. "Time travel started as a jaded experience for select groups of highly trained individuals. We constructed huge electronic structures demanding energy resources unheard of in your current world. The best we could do was map a general time period and transfer our mental perception into the nearest body that the projector beam located. The math and physics were amazing. The Earth traveled through space and time. Centering those coordinates was very difficult in the beginning. Many of our volunteers in the first stages of the project landed into animals and were warped so mentally at the return that they were never the same. It was not always an unhappy result because we learned so much about animal behavior in those experiments. Thanks to many of those first 'pilots', we have a rudimentary language with dogs and cats and can communicate much better. We could have stopped with that great achievement. But, the government pressed for more study and research. Eventually, we could tailor the time machines to explore very specific time periods at very certain coordinates. Thank God we solved the problem about 'human' coordinates! Certain religious groups and political groups learned of our 'super secret?' studies. We found our research hampered by many Dignitaries wanting to experience the birth of Christ or the particular history interest of the official. Observers could only listen in to historical moments. We did not allow for active control, for mortal fear of a Time paradox being created by a wrong interaction. Our scientists were bothered by the fact that we could explore the past but we were not contacted by anyone from the future yet. It was a new age of History being rewritten! Scholars were amazed to find answers of many questions dogging mankind for ages. It was fun to 'observe, but not disturb' during the development of the time machine. It was not long before one of our time travelers came back to the present future and created a furor. His passive investigation of the past was performed to regulation. But, his return to this present 'future' was much different than when he left the first time stream. We interrogated him very thoroughly and found out to our amazement that his memory of the 'present' was different from the memory of his initial launch. We proved it to be true because certain molecules in his body did not relate to our time standards. We had a huge problem on our hands. Someone had found a way to manipulate the actions of the past! Of course, this affected our perception of what we thought to be the true time line. Our scientists went into a frenzy. We had no way of determining the true and original 'present', if someone was manipulating the past. It was theorized that time corrections at certain junctures in history would create time waves in increasing frequency to change the future. Our problem was to determine the original and changed time lines. If it affected us, how would we know?" All of a sudden, the audio stopped. At this point, Tom had been listening so intently to the computer speakers that he did not notice that the new uplifted breasts were hanging over the keyboard. The sheer dimensions of these mammaries were pressing down on some keys. Tom pressed the enter button and listened to the female voice tell more of the story. Bridgett went on to say, "Experiments were carried out to test the origin of these changes. Our puzzle was to find out where, when and who was causing these time warps. It was a race because our fear was whoever was behind these events would detect our efforts and do a 'time snip' at the right moment in the past and we would cease to exist." Tom noticed that Bridgett's voice was straining to tell the story. "We discontinued our dignitary program with a lot of protests from the community. We got a special presidential clearance with high level military security. We were really in despair when one of our observers came back and said that when he left, it was a male president- not female as we know." Bridgett said, "I was the lead scientist of the new program. And it was I that discovered that the high incidence of time waves originated from a location in Florida. And it was centered upon one individual- YOU!" "Yes my sweet Marian," Bridgett said with fondness. "You are the nexus of the time waves. We have not figured out who the enemy is, but we know that they somehow connected with your mother when you were nothing but an embryo in your mother's womb. Using some technology, they actually switched your gender. Instead of growing up as a normal girl which you were destined to be, you were converted to the male sex at the womb." "Our last operative plotted the coordinates of your gender change. We were successful and thwarted the embryo change. The enemy had taken over an OB-GYN Doctor and tried to use new technology to convert chromosomes to a specific gender. The enemy retracted back to our present future. We figured your conversion to the female side would fix things. We were wrong. Somehow a machine existed somewhere. It was creating instability in time because of the paradox that it created. This sudden revelation struck Tom to the core. Was he really female or male? It was starting to get very confusing. Bridgett went on to say, "I studied you and the effect you would have on the future. I learned everything about you and felt myself falling in love with your kindness and joy. "I determined that as a man, you married a woman and did not have a child. You should have had a child that grew up and studied Quantum physics. That child would have created the theoretical basis that was responsible for the first time travel machine. Someone had planned that childless existence for you!" "Things were getting worse in our time stream. Another of our observers came back to tell us that our current Chinese Dictatorial world government was not the same agency that he had left. We were struggling with budget cuts and our small scientific efforts seemed to be stymied every time we asked for help from the ministry." Bridgett said, "I cannot tell you much more except a small team of scientists perfected molecular microprocessors embedded in special metal that could shield the effects of the time waves. We created the 'rings' and passed them out to a select few scientists. These 'rings' would prevent the wearer from the mental shift of the wave. We could not prevent the physical, but it gave us the ability to finally fight back." "Our last mission was to get a 'ring' back to your time period and for you to wear it. We need your help and cooperation. Your 'ring' will allow you to maintain your own persona. Never let it leave your body if you see a time wave approaching you. If it does, it will convert you completely in the physical and mental condition of the current body without any memory of the past. It can also allow you to see time travelers occupying physical bodies of your time period." " You must prevent an important attempt on your life by use of this ring. At that moment, your efforts will either be the salvation or destruction of mankind." "Already, the World Chinese Ministry is preparing Nuclear attacks against the Middle East insurgents. The lack of communication from our future tells us that civilization may cease. You must save our world!" "Good bye for now, I will come back to you!" Bridgett said with Finality. ------------------------------------------- Tom was awestruck by what he just heard. But he was also exhausted. If he didn't get some sleep, he would be worthless to anyone. He had fitful dreams and kept tossing and turning in the bed. His new womanly frame prevented him from sleeping in his favorite prone position due to his new large bosom. He settled for a side position in bed. The next day started with the alarm clock going off at six AM. "It was time for work," he thought. "Whoops?" where is work? It was at this fresh moment in the morning that Tom noticed that he had some holographic memories residing in his brain. The time wave converted the physical aspects of life. But, the mental was shielded for his sanity. There were still some associated memories of this new body. For instance, he could see all his former male life events and see the female equivalent at the same time. Without the ring, his male memories would have been replaced. He thought it would come in very handy in applying makeup and learning how to walk in heels. And that is just what he did. Tom was getting a perverse thrill from dressing as a woman. It just seemed so natural. He found a sensuous panty and bra set that snuggled his figure with special attention to his attractive feminine shape. Then, he reveled in the sensation of dark silk stocking rolled up his long coltish legs. He looked at himself in the full-length mirror. It was delicious fun standing in high-heeled shoes with just stocking tops, sexy bra and stylish panties. His full hair portrayed a young seductive female pouting her lips and moving into exaggerated alluring poses. He grabbed a long strand of pearls from the vanity. Tom wrapped them around his neck and draped them through the much-pronounced cleavage. He then took a strand of pearls and pulled his panties aside with his beautiful red tipped fingers. He let the strand of pearls swing hypnotically in front of the appealing image of his half-opened, inviting pussy. By crooking a leg forward, it intensified the image of a wanton, lustful lady posing for her imaginary lover. He started giggling in abandoned female laughter. "He would be very late if he kept this up" Tom thought to himself. The outfit was appropriately picked for the day at work at the conservative architectural firm. He picked a tight black skirt bottom that showed off his perfect female rear. The jacket top was double breasted with a neckline to show off his exciting cleavage. He thought about the pearls but decided to just put on dangling pearl earrings. The effect was quite striking. A very beautiful young lady stared back at him. "So, is this the real me as I was supposed to be?" he thought. Tom finished a light breakfast and went to the garage to get into his car. Instead of the normal BMW that he drove, a new Mazda Miata convertible was in it's place. "No bother!" he thought to himself as he pictured his wind blown female hair being the attraction to every male driver in town. Tom took a deep breath before entering the door to the building. "At least nothing has changed here." Tom thought. A chorus of "Hello Marian! Good morning Marian!" greeted him as he walked into the door. Tom said hello and everyone did not even think twice about his gender change. He kept forgetting that he was the only one in this reality that knew any different. "Fine!" thought Tom. "If everyone thinks that I am Marian, I will also think of myself as that name!" The new Marian started to her office and was distressed to see someone in there. It was none other than his best friend- John Jennings. John had set himself as a permanent fixture in this office. It was just then that an important memory was surfacing to his female brain. Tom was no longer one of the architects of this office, he was now the secretary! John looked at Marian's female figure rather lustfully and said," Marian, you look terrific. Matter of fact, you look good enough to eat!" The words took Marian back because she kept remembering the pictures in the album at home. She was expected to the female lover of this man! "Uh, John, it's great to see you" Marian said hesitantly. Just as John was about to say something, the phone rang. John picked it up and covered the mouthpiece and whispered in Marian's direction. "Dinner out tonight? Pick you up at eight?" Marian backed out of the room quickly. She was not prepared for this event just now. She would have to do some heavy thinking. Marian found her desk, it was prominently positioned in the front of the room to greet everyone entering and leaving the door. She noticed that it was also in perfect leg view of all the male architects' offices. As male in her mind remembered, he never missed a female entering or leaving the office. Marian was a little unhappy that this new time change made her into a common female secretary. Searching the female memory side of his brain, he found out that she was actually going to school part time to earn a degree in architecture. This job was picked because it gave her job familiarity for her chosen profession. The morning went pretty normal. Marian was getting expert at answering the phone and doing daily tasks. It was far too easy for her since she knew the routine. What was more disconcerting, was all the attention and glances she kept getting from the male personnel. It was incredible the times that she would find one of the men staring at her breasts instead of looking directly in her eye. Also, the trip to the ladies room caused the whole room to go silent. It was as if she were a gazelle being preyed upon by a pack of wolves. She didn't know how women constantly handled being an object of sexual intention. She figured she might have a little fun. Marian would deliberately smooth her silk stockings in plain view or bend over to retrieve a dropped pencil with agonizingly slowness that showed the outline of her panty edge through the tight skirt. She found other ways to show off her sexual attributes in subtle form. Slowly sucking on the end of a pencil with disguised intention raised the heat a notch. Not much work was done that morning. Lunch was a hurried affair. It seemed Marian's duty was to collect menu items and go out to retrieve lunch for the staff. It was after lunch and everyone was telling stories about friends and family in the break room. Marian found herself easily chatting about women's fashions and cooking recipes. She noticed before long that everyone had excused himself and it was only John sitting at the table. John quietly walked to the door and locked it. Marian was starting to feel very apprehensive about this action. She got up to leave. John saw this as an opportunity to pull Marion into his strong arms. To Marian's senses, John felt warm, firm and forceful at the same time. Marian noticed she was looking up into John's eyes. Marian could smell after-shave and for some reason it smelled incredibly enticing. A peculiar hard object was demanding attention as their hips touched each other in a firm embrace. John's erection was creating a need in her that was a new sensation. Before she could react, John kissed her with a passion that felt like she was being sucked into his dominant personality. John's hands found their way to her breasts and caressed the supple tits. She almost purred in reaction. "Marian, you seem so different and teasing today. I have wanted to do this all morning. I cannot wait until I see you tonight!" John said with whispered lust. A knock on the door signaled a hasty and embarrassed retreat into the workroom. Even still, Marian's pulse was quickening with the thought of another encounter tonight. She counted the hours till the end of the workday. Marian prepared a lovely bath and poured fragrant oils into the warm water. It was sheer luxury laying in the stimulating bath water playing a fantasy through her mind. It occurred to her at that moment that she just might be able to cope with this gender change. She had been dealt a nice hand of cards and events seemed to stable. All that talk about the world in danger must have righted itself on it's own. She put those thoughts to the back of her mind. She had laid out a one-piece sweater dress that showed off her curves. Marian sprayed some perfume between her breasts and brushed her beautiful hair. An accented make up application was carefully crafted onto her face. She would be going out in the dim evening hours and wanted everyone to see the best of her gorgeous face. While slipping her high heels on, the male persona inside was lusting over the bounty of exposed breast tissue that struggled to escape the confines of the tight sweater top. Pulling a wide belt tight against her tummy caused the contrast of her hour glass figure to become more pronounced. One last check of her purse and she was ready. She began to feel very nervous as she fingered the condom package between her sculpted fingers. "Was she ready for this so soon?" she wondered. Marian was painting her nails with touch up polish just as the doorbell rang. A perceptible shiver and Goosebumps appeared on her skin in anticipation. She opened the door and John appeared as a vision. His dark curly hair and square jaw projected an attitude of carefree masculine power. She thought that he was very handsome in his sport coat and fashionable tie. His eyes widened when he saw the ravishing female creature in front of him. His cock was already getting hard as she casually reached over to him and gently kissed him on the neck. "Hello sailor, come here often?" she merrily said. Marian was feeling very content as they were dancing close together at a small supper club that evening. Dinner had been perfect and she felt like royalty the way she was admired from the other male patrons. She could feel her breasts pressed into the strong chest of John and feel the heat from his lust as they slowly danced. She was feeling warm passionate feeling spreading through her loins. She wanted to please this man and she knew she wanted to do it soon. Before she could bring up the subject, he said, "Do you mind if we leave now? I am feeling some strong urges and think you are too?" Marian whispered , "Yes, let's go now!" The ride home was a blur of quick kisses and lots of body rubbing. Marian was panty wet from John's hands rubbing her sensitive clitoris with one hand up her dress while driving like a demon to get to the apartment. They both were tearing off clothes with abandon as their joined body walked in jerky unison to the bedroom. Both were very hot and anxious to complete the moment. She was ready and he was signaling his intent from the nine- inch cock ready at attention. She said, "Wait, I want to put on the condom myself." Marian opened the package and gripped the hard member with loving hands and rolled the latex sheath up to the base of his testicles. He was moaning in anticipation and forced her backward on the bed. He grabbed both of her hands and held them firmly over her head. "You have been teasing me all day, and I want to take you right now!" John said with purpose. Marian felt the pressure of a large object insistently press for the opening of her vagina. She managed to let her right hand escape his vise grip in order to guide the rocket to the correct entrance. It was indescribable pleasure to feel the slippery pole ram in and out of her mons. A very strange glow started to emanate from John's eyes. Marian thought that she was just imagining the light but it was very real and almost spooky. John shook his head as if getting his bearings and laughed with an evil intent. "Oh this is good! Perfect timing and superb coordinates!" John started to put his hands around her neck and gripped very hard as he continued his increased tempo of lovemaking. "John, stop it! She gurgled, "You are hurting me!" "Marian, or should I call you Tom!" John said, as Marian realized in terror that he really was not John. "You always seem to be the center of the time correction in our plan to rule the world. For some reason, time wants you to succeed every time that we do a 'time adjustment" to get you out of the way. You keep coming back!" John said as if explaining gave her any relief. This time we have fixed it so you will NOT win. A terrible accident when you were a teenager killed your parents and you were sent to series of unhappy foster homes. You got in with the wrong crowd and turned to drugs and prostitution. You led an unhappy worthless life until you were killed by one of your 'Johns'! "What, you don't remember any of this?" "Ha, we can easily fix that by my next 'time adjustment'." John spoke with his eyes evilly glowing again. Marian remembered that Bridgett said the ring would allow her to see true time travelers. Marian said in desperation just before everything started to get dark, "Who are you?" The blood flow had been cut off from the strangling hold John had around her neck. She was not conscious this time to see the series of time waves wash over her body. ------------------------------------------------- She woke up in complete new surroundings and noticed that she was still female. "It must be my destiny?" Marian thought as she looked around and noticed that she was in a shabby looking backstage room. There were mirrors and a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She got a shock as she gazed at the reflection of herself. Looking back was a pretty young face that looked like it had experienced fifty years in its short lifetime. There were lines around the eyes from too much smoking. She noticed that this body was adorned with a few tattoos of all shapes and descriptions. No one usually cared about the tattoos because of the trashy clothes she seemed to prefer. "The tighter the better!" she thought. The firm body looked nice except for the slight paunch around the hips from too many vices. Her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail as if she never bothered with any styling. The skin color looked pale and unhealthy. Marian was reviewing her new situation in a strange detachment. She could feel the 'male inner self' still evident thanks to the special gold ring she still wore. But, that inner voice of 'Tom Anderson' seemed to be a long distant echo. She was beginning to forget why the ring was important. The memory that bothered her the most was the vivid recollection of that fateful day as a teenager. Her parents had arranged a special trip to Disney World in Orlando. It was to be just a few hours drive from Miami to Central Florida. She could still remember the joy and innocence of a family vacation. It was as if the car on the Interstate had been waiting for the exact right moment to swerve into their car and make them plunge into a deep canal that paralleled the roadway. She cried as she struggled to free her unconscious parents from the death trap of their own seat belts. She recalled seeing the car sink under the water with her only family in the world steely ensnared in the metal coffin. She made it out alive by some miracle. But, her life would never be the same again. It was a continuous merry go round of new foster parents and discernible abuse. She learned the ugly side of disguised male lust from some of her so- called 'Fathers!' The state of Florida gave up on her after her seventh 'run-away' after she reached eighteen years old. Their duty was finished. Her miserable life just began. Marian ran away to Atlanta to find her destiny. It turned out to be unemployment and near starvation. She met some 'friends' that said she could make a decent living at a local topless club. It wasn't hard when you are hungry to take your cloths off. Marian thought that she could detach herself from the male clientele that seemed to have constant interest in a new young female. The easy money and prevalence of cocaine helped her to think she finally could make her own way in the world. She never imagined the money it took for the habit she had developed. It was a suggestion from one of her girlfriends to try an easy 'trick' for extra spending cash. "I'll just do it once!" she thought to herself. She remembered the night. It was horrible. The older man was at least grateful. He tipped her with a generous amount of money and went on his way. She promised herself never to do it again, but somehow the cash was too easy. She was now a dancer in a run down club called the 'Cheetah X'. She was expected to do a three number set and remove more clothing after each song. The garter belt would stay wrapped high on her shapely thigh for any cash tips that the male patrons wanted to give to her. Thinking about that, she sprayed some perfume down around her crotch in the event someone might find his nose down there. Last night in the bath, she had let her live-in lesbian girlfriend trim her pubic hair so that it would demonstrate her ultimate female charm. She laughed at the memory of one man said that it looked like his favorite 'bearded clam'! Marian checked her ankle straps on her curvaceous female legs for the last time. She did not want to trip and fall on the elevated runway while performing in high heels. She started the first song to a packed house. It helped just to look at her reflection in the bar mirrors as she gyrated in slow seductive rhythm to the music. She fantasized that she was really a successful 'Domestic Engineer' loved by her family and far away from this lifestyle. One particular man kept returning to give her money. He was tipping extra large amounts and she gave him a big smile and access to a little more skin while letting him insert the money bills in the small garter belt. The set was over and it was time for her to walk the crowd for anyone interested in 'lap dances'. The one man that kept coming back to her, motioned her over to the corner where he was sitting. She realized that she would be making some real money now. Horny customers tended to spend all their wad of money once she had captivated them. "Hi, my name is Marian. What is your name?" "My name is John and I would prefer you not to know the last name!" The man said as he squeezed closer to her barely clad body. Marian could see that he could not keep his eyes off her body. I was now a familiar routine. She would explain the cost and persuade him for the special 'three dance discount'. She knew full well that a few ass grinds in his crotch and a few tits in the face would make him unable to say no to the next dance. She also explained the no touching rule. He was not allowed to touch her unless she allowed. The touching rule was not applied to her. She would tease him with every part of her sexy body until it was almost agony for him. Marian was getting a little wet herself as she could feel his hard member straining against the confines of his trousers. She reached her hands sensually over her head so that he might get a better view of her pert young breasts dancing within inches of his face. Just as she put her hands in the air, one of the laser beams used for dramatic effect in the smoky room intersected with the jewel portion of the ring she was wearing. An astounding circle of energy suddenly burst from the jewel that could only be described as a shock wave from an atom bomb. The wave only reached out in a five-foot radius and was unseen by anyone not wearing the ring. The circle of energy passed through her head and she gasped in unexpected awareness. The 'Tom Anderson' memories that had been dormant in her mind took over and assessed the situation. Tom noticed he was in a female version of himself again. The body looked a little worse for wear. He was shocked to find himself in the lap of a male customer. His shapely female legs were straddling the man's waist and his gorgeous breasts were uncovered in the customer's face. Tom realized that this body was in some kind of topless joint. His new profession was a young female stripper. Memories of a terrible childhood could be assessed along with the memories of his other female life in the architectural firm. That meant that someone was changing his time-line again for some purpose. Tom figured that the laser light beam had somehow caused a reset of his lost memories. It frightened him to think that he may have been stuck as the persona of this dancer forever. Tom quickly apologized to the agitated customer. Explaining "Cramps, no charge!" as he departed back into the dressing room. Searching for his clothes, he only found a tight leather mini skirt and a bikini top that barely covered his breasts. The shoes were impossibly high and it caused his female rear to suggestively sway as he walked out the door. The huge male bouncer opened the door for Tom said, "Looking good tonight Marian. Leaving so soon? I thought we could have a drink after work again?" "Damn!" Tom thought. "Does this body seduce every man in town?" "Not tonight Buddy!" Tom said with sarcasm. There was a momentary confused moment as Tom scanned the parking lot for a taxi. He couldn't remember if there was supposed to be a parked car that belonged to him or not. The layered memories were starting to get jumbled together. A couple of businessmen out on the town walked by and said, "Look at the Tits on that girl. She must work here!" Tom tried to cover up his exposed flesh and hail down a taxi at the same time. He felt very much the weaker sex at this moment. A Taxi pulled up and the driver said, "Where to, Ma'am?" Tom looked at the driver blankly and could not remember the address of Marian's new home. Tom figured it must be printed on the driver's license inside the purse. As Tom fumbled around and searched for the license, a man walked out of the shadows. He forcefully pulled Tom down into the seat and said to the cabby," Driver, take us to 246 East Main!" Tom was physically forced into the cab by this man before he recognized who he was. It was the 'John' that was inside the strip club. Tom was starting to get afraid. "This guy is all sexually aroused and figures that I'll be ready to give him a blow job?" Tom thought to himself and noticed the pale glow coming from the eyes of this man. Tom started to struggle and felt a stab of pain on his nylon-covered leg. He looked down to see a hypodermic needle quickly being withdrawn. John said to the cabby as Tom started to lose consciousness, "She had too much to drink tonight, I'll make sure she gets home ok!" ---------------------------------------- Tom snapped to awareness and realized that ropes restrained him. He was completely naked and laying on his back. It felt like he was on a bed. A gag had been placed in his mouth and he couldn't utter a word. Glancing from side to side showed a bedroom with a computer in the corner. It was a man's bedroom. He could tell by the male clothes thrown in the corner and the closet full of suits. Next to a computer was a briefcase that appeared to be a salesman's carry case. A variety of presentation tools and overhead charts were evident. A small laser-pointing tool was tucked in the pencil pouch next to the expensive ballpoint pen. Working without success at the restraints for an hour, Tom noticed the doorknob starting to turn. "Finally, will I find out what is going on? " Tom said to himself in exasperation. The man from the bar entered the room and gazed upon the naked female body spread-eagled on the bed. The glow from his eyes was still there. "Marian? I hope you don't mind me calling you in your true Maiden name?" John laughed at the Irony. "You will have the honor of finding out your destiny and learning about mine." John started to speak as he settled down on the bed and began stroking Marian's exposed breasts. "My real name is George Lee. It was changed to George Elliot when I arrived in the United States. I was born in China to an upper class family. The government was harsh on dissidents and punished those who pushed for Democracy. I witnessed my parent's execution for their outspoken beliefs. I swore revenge upon the ruling class. Because of my education, I was assigned to a scientific branch of the government. My success with quantum physics attracted the attention of many people in other Universities. It also attracted the attention of a super secret mission formed in the United States dealing with Time Travel. High diplomatic pressure was put on the Chinese ruling party to allow an 'benevolent' exchange of scientists for world peace." George lit a cigarette and spit out the smoke at the word "benevolent". He went on to say, "I went on to learn much about the Department Director. You know her as your 'Bridgett' on this time-line. The director was glad to have my mind on the project. I rewarded her with many answers to problems that occurred in the early stages. She never suspected my rock certain determination of revenge. It was easy to contact my government again and leak a little about the project. I planned to use their money and resources then use it against them. It was almost too easy to change little things in time without the American agency finding out. My goal was to have Chinese global domination with me as the world leader. Preventing key births and doing pin point assassinations back in time enabled me to gain some measure of revenge against particular Chinese party officials. Two things happened that I had not prepared for. I had miscalculated a pilot being on a mission when I 'tweaked' the time line. His return to a different world galvanized the Director to take action. The second thing was YOU! Whether you were Tom Anderson or the beautiful naked Marian Evans before me, you still managed for your offspring to develop the crucial theory of real time travel. Time loves equilibrium and hates chaos. Some higher force corrected everything I did to you. Eventually it always finds a way to make you succeed in having a child. My intention was to create a paradox in which I had the only time machine. I wanted to circumvent the progression of your descendents ever inventing time theories." Tom could feel the anger from the female side of himself directed at this monster. "How could he play with my life as