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Normans Contract
by DC
Norman was a remarkable hacker. In his early days, he managed to
set up a "virus" that had the Tasmanian Devil whiz by the monitor of every
computer in the labs on the college campus. He found a way to make the
little program encrypt itself and then upload to the server so it could gradually
filter it's way down every computer that logged on. Then it simply
synchronized itself with the computer's clock so at 10:37 in the morning--
when there were a lot of classes in session--every person would jump back
from their monitor as the little creature would spin onto their screen and utter
Tasmanian gibberish. He never got caught for this prank.
He got a job as a programmer for a software company in
Minneapolis. He kept in touch with a lot of his school buddies and would get
together and talk computers periodically. He was working on a project that
allowed vocal commands to operate simple computer functions. This had
been done before, but Norman's ability to make a program upgrade itself as
needed was the perfect solution to the problems with people's varying
pronunciations of words. He also made the program so it could "learn" to
improve its speed with software upgrades. He actually became so involved
in the program design that he actually named the program "Doe," leaving it a
unisex name but adhering to the "John/Jane Doe" kind of anonymity. This
way he felt it had some personality. Besides, it was a "learning" program.
Norman had been dating a beautiful girl named Miranda. She was
very timid and conservative, which Norman found very alluring and
respectable. He did have a giant fear, however. He was a closet transvestite
and was terrified that, if Miranda found out, she would certainly break up
with him and think he was some sort of freak. He wanted to marry her, but
he would have to give up his cross-dressing and he wasn't sure he could.
He had been obsessed with stories of body exchanges and began
writing his own stories once he found some sites on the internet. After an
extensive search one day, he stumbled upon www.fictionmania.tv and
began reading. He found an enormous amount of fresh stories from all
different types of perspectives. He read for an hour, then another, and
another, until it was 2:30 and he just had to go to bed. Then next day at work
he considered which story he would like to submit.
There was the one about the old man who got his wish to switch
bodies with his beautiful nurse while on his death bed. Then there was the
one where the photographer tripped on his new digital camera and fell onto a
supermodel and instantly switched souls with her. Of course he could submit
his little tale about the nerdy boy who sold his soul to switch bodies with the
head cheerleader, or the fat old manager who traded places with the figure
skater he was training. Better yet, the soul exchange contract that two college
students jokingly signed which caused them to trade brains.
While he was in deep thought, the computer monitor before him
flashed a message on the screen. "Internal error," it read. Then, unlike ever
before, it went away. "#F$A..||$...error...[R]..retry" thought Doe. It was
coming alive.
"What?" asked Norman verbally to his computer. "Hmm, must be a
network error."
"Input," flashed the screen. Norman began typing, thinking it was
probably a cute little trick put together by management in order to reduce
daydreaming among employees. Well, it worked.
He FTP'd the program file to his apartment so he could test it on his
home computer after work. He went straight home and chose the college
story to upload to Fictionmania. Again he used the FTP program and
immediately logged off. He had a date with Miranda at a nice restaurant that
night and then they were going to rent a movie and watch it at his apartment.
He began cleaning up the apartment when he heard the familiar mailbox
sound on his computer notifying him that he had gotten email. "That's odd,"
he thought, "I thought I logged off." He looked at the screen. "Good story,"
it read. It was signed "Doe." Norman thought it was a peculiar coincidence
that the name of the person at Fictionmania happened to be the same as his
project, but he didn't care. He went to log off, but there was no connection.
His FTP program indicated that an attachment named "Doe.exe" had been
sent along with his story. He decided he would have to debug his entire hard
drive
His printer started up and began printing. He reached over to shut it
off when the text that was appearing caught his eye. Where he expected to
see random computer gibberish, he read "Body Exchange Contract" just as in
the story he had submitted. He stood by as the printer produced two copies.
Thinking the incident was just a random text taken from his most
recent document, he dismissed the whole thing and set the copies in the
recycle bin and shut the computer down so he could deal with it later. He
changed his clothes and marched out the door to pick up Miranda.
After their dinner, they returned to his apartment and sat down for a
while. She picked up his PC magazine to make room for the popcorn bowl
on the coffee table when she noticed the date on the magazine.
"Don't you ever throw these away?" she asked. "This is four months
old!"
"Well, toss it out then," replied Norman.
She walked toward the recycle bin and did a quick double take.
"Body... Exchange Contract?" she said, "What is this all about?" She
handed both copies to Norman.
"Some network error," he said. "Let's watch the movie."
"No, I want to read this." She smirked as she read through.
"Oh, that's just some little prank by an amateur hacker," he said,
hoping she would put it aside and forget it.
She flipped the contract close to her chest and her eyes widened.
"Let's sign it," she said with excitement.
"Come on, Miranda, just put it away."
"Oh, come on. What's the worst that could happen? You'd have to
wear this flashy red dress and strappy heels?"
"I believe you answered your own question," answered Norman,
though he secretly hoped she would insist.
"Just sign it. Nothing could happen," she insisted.
"Fine," Norman said in mock reluctance, "Let's just get it over with."
They each grabbed a copy and signed. Then they exchanged copies
and signed the matching copies. With that being done, Norman took both
sheets and tossed them into the bin. His finger hit the remote and the movie
started.
Norman woke up to the constant static of the television set in the
living room. He didn't even remember the movie. He figured that he must
have fallen asleep right away and Miranda didn't want to wake him. He sat
up and knocked his head on the lamp. He felt a little dizzy and slouched
against the weight of Miranda next to him. He went to gently push her into a
sitting position, but found it a little difficult. When he turned, he got the
biggest shock of his life. His body was sound asleep leaning against him.
He immediately looked down and saw Miranda's tight red dress hugging his
curved body. He pulled his tiny feet together and wiggled the toes in the
strappy heels to double check that they really were his. He pushed his old
body up enough for him to slide out and he set a pillow under "Miranda's"
head.
He walked softly on the hard heels so the sound wouldn't wake
Miranda as he made his way to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and
stared in awe at the thin eyebrows and gaping red lips on his own reflection.
Both of his hands pulled his long light brown hair back into a mock ponytail.
He arched his back a little and savored a small sexy pose. He heard a moan
from the couch and ran to the living room. Clunk, clunk, clunk, from the
heels caused the man on the couch to roll over and groan.
Miranda sat up with her eyes still closed and began to stretch. Her
hand hit the lamp and knocked it over. She jerked over to try to catch it, but
missed. The figure of her own body stepped over and picked up the lamp.
Miranda jumped back. She looked again at her old body and gasped
repeatedly. She glanced down at herself and saw the tan pants of her
boyfriend. She looked at Norman with fear in her eyes.
"This...This isn't happening, Norman, it isn't!" she said.
"I'm afraid it is," he replied as gently and soothing as he could. He
shrugged in his little dress. "There's nothing we can do."
He slid beside her one the sofa and held her in his arms for several
hours.
Neither one of them slept well at all that night. They both slept on
Norman's king-sized bed and set the alarm so that they could both call in sick
the next day. Miranda went back to bed because she didn't sleep well (I
wonder why) while Norman slipped on a bathrobe and rebooted his computer
and tried to solve the problem. Everything seemed to run fine, so he
searched for all the new files. The only problem was that every program had
been updated within the last twenty-four hours. In other words, every file
came up as "new" in his search. He found it very difficult to type with his
long finger nails, but he continued--he had to, for Miranda. He found out
that the source of all the new updates were caused by his own experimental
program. The words came up on his screen "Doe.exe."
He was able to determine that this was the most logical explanation to
the phenomenon, but then there was the problem of reversing it. Logic told
him that he needed to get the program to produce two more documents as he
had before. The only problem was that it didn't seem to cooperate. Norman
knew that the program had recognized that command to have already been
carried out and it wouldn't repeat that function. He tried to recreate the file in
a word processing program, but could not match the strange font it printed.
He made the best replica he could and printed two copies. He took them to
the bedroom and saw his old body sound asleep and decided not to disturb
Miranda.
He went back to his computer and decided that Fictionmania would be
worth looking into for possible answers. He logged on and went to the site
only to find that a file had immediately downloaded to his computer. That
didn't make any sense. He looked into the files and found a new text file.
He opened it in word processing and his heart leapt as he saw the exact
duplicate of the contract. He suddenly felt very self conscious when he
realized the girly little "Yay!" he produced followed by a light clap. He knew
this body was beginning to make him feel like a woman. He went to print
two copies, but when he pressed enter, the message came up on the screen,
"Function already complete." Apparently, the computer with a mind of it's
own refused to print the files again. Norman had an idea. He would simple
try it from a different computer...Miranda's!
He went to the bedroom and picked up Miranda's little red dress and
heels. He thought it would be embarrassing for her to see him getting
dressed in her clothes, so he went into the bathroom. He smirked at the site
of the dress as he held it up. "I wore this," he whispered to himself, "I
actually fit into this dress." He thought about how he might look funny
wearing an evening gown so early in the morning, but it's better than wearing
his old clothes. He stepped into the dress and pulled the straps up over his
shoulders. He caressed his body and looked into the mirror. He pulled her
nylons over his smooth, soft legs and knelt to put on his shoes. He just
finished strapping on the shoes when he stood and did a little curtsy before
the mirror. "Maybe I should take my time trying to reverse this," he thought,
but then he knew he couldn't put Miranda through any more hardships than
she'd already been through. He walked to the living room, grabbed
Miranda's coat and purse, and walked out the door.
As he stepped onto the sidewalk, he felt a new rush. He was able to
wear her beautiful red dress in public. Though his hair had been somewhat
messed up from a restless night's sleep, the wind seemed to provide a
reasonable excuse. He quickly learned to walk with each foot falling almost
directly in front of the other so that he could keep himself from tripping as
well as invoke a feminine sway that would not give his identity away (as
though anyone would believe it).
Within minutes, he arrived at her apartment and dug around in her
purse to find the keys. He let himself in and flicked the computer power
switch on. While the computer booted up, he walked into her bedroom and
laid the coat on the bed. He opened the closet door and faced a sea of clothes
that seemed like a dream to him. His hand swept across the neatly organized
row of clothing until it came to rest on her business suits. He pulled a jacket
and skirt set from the hanger and held it close to himself. He quickly
changed before the mirror and stepped back to see his full reflection. He
looked just like Miranda ready for a full days work. Very formal, yet sexy in
her short skirt.
He decided he should hurry back to the computer to test his theory.
Besides, Miranda would worry if she woke up and saw that he was missing.
"I should have left a note," he thought.
He logged on and immediately returned to the Fictionmania site.
Once again, he noticed a file being downloaded. He opened the text file and
sent it right to the printer. After several minutes, the printer finally produced
two more copies of the contract. He folded them and jammed them into the
purse as he bolted out the door, not even remembering to lock it.
He almost ran back to the apartment partly because of anxiety, but
also because the shoes he now wore had a much lower heel. This made him
feel very short, which also slowed his pace as he ran.
When he got back to the apartment, he ran into his bedroom only to
see that Miranda was gone. He assumed that he must have only missed her
by a matter of minutes and headed out to try to find her. He walked for about
a half and hour until he decided to wait at the apartment for her to return. At
this point he was closer to her apartment so he started walking there, figuring
he could just call his place and see if she had returned.
He stepped into the apartment and let out a little shriek when he saw a
male figure seated at the computer. Then he realized it was Miranda.
"There you are," they both said in unison.
"I found the file," Miranda said proudly, "but I can't get it to print."
"Oh, it only allows one set of copies per computer," Norman
answered. "But don't worry." He reached into the purse. "I got them right
here."
"Good," Miranda replied, "Let's sign this things and return to
normal."
She grabbed both copies and a pen from her desk. She touched the
pen to the paper and hesitated. "Norman," she said slowly, "I think this may
sound a little strange, but..."
"You want to stay this way," Norman interrupted. "I was thinking
that same thing."
"If only for a while," she said. "I kind of like this."
They both picked up a copy of the contract and tore it top to bottom.
They both let out a sigh of relief and tossed the remains of the paper in the
trash. They knew how to produce more copies, but for right now neither one
of them cared.
At that moment, maybe thousands of miles away, a man buried his
face in his hands. He was lost in worry about the sexual harassment charges
he faced from his secretary. "She really has me backed up against a wall," he
said to himself. He decided to take a break and logged onto the internet to
clear his head. "Fictionmania...sounds like a nice vacation from this
repetitious lifestyle," he thought. Minutes later, his printer started up...
(the end)
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