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Hi all. This is the very first time I have ever written a story on any sort of
TG fiction site. I hope my debut will be successful enough to encourage me to
write more. Thanks to all my favorite authors who inspired me to write this
little addition to the S2K universe.
TgMaster's S2K Story
By TgMaster
"Hi there, mister. Sorry I'm late; traffic was terrible on the way over here.
You must be the reporter for the Fictionmania newsletter; here to report on the
recent S2K bug attacks. Ok, I can see you are staring at me. So let me just tell
you two things: first, you are not losing your eyesight, you do see a gorgeous
brunette speaking and pointing to you. Second, you are not losing your hearing;
this brunette does have a most unbecoming, gruff masculine voice as she speaks."
Before you turn and run away in insanity, let me explain. You see, this lovely
vision of baritonal shock before you used to be a guy called TgMaster, i.e. me.
But as you can see (and hear), I'm a victim of a computer virus that has spread
across all of Fictionmania; something called the 'Story 2000' bug, or the 'S2K'
bug. You're shaking your head in disbelief; I knew that was coming. Well, I
think it's best if I begin by explaining how this whole mess started. Do I mind
if you record our interview? Oh, no; go right ahead.
I heard about this S2K bug that has been going around Fictionmania just this
past week. I had already been quite an avid reader of Fictionmania's many
stories since I first discovered the site last summer, and found it hard to
believe that there was actually some sort of computer virus called "S2K" or
"Story 2000", spreading around. You see, supposedly it was this virus that was
disguised as a story. When the person opens it to read the "story", somehow the
person's body is transformed, most likely into the opposite sex. Upon hearing
this I thought to myself, "Oh, it's got to be a hoax!" But try as I might, my
curiosity continued to pique me, and I soon gave in to temptation.
Remembering from what some of my friends had said about S2K, one very hot
morning I decided to log on to the Fictionmania site and subscribed to it's TG-
Fiction list, hoping I might be able to get a better understanding of S2K. After
the confirmation message, I checked my e-mail and saw a flood of e-mail messages
bombard my account. Wow! So this is how people get stories posted! Didn't know
that, actually. Anyways, I scrolled downward until I finally found a message
titled "S2K: Story 2000". The so-called virus, I presume?
Knowing that my curiosity could not be held back for long, I eagerly clicked on
the message link. It took me to the message, which had nothing much to say,
just, "Open the file; you will be satisfied; trust me." Not one to argue with
directions, I clicked on the hyperlink, "S2K.txt".
Suddenly, my screen went blank, and I heard a loud, annoying sound, like the
hissing sound that a modem makes when it's connecting to a computer. After a few
minutes, a blue screen appeared, which read:
CONGRATULATIONS!
You have just easily hacked and unlocked into a part of Fictionmania that Mindy,
the Webmaster, has secretly been working on. Be proud of yourself, now you will
be able to experience the future of Fictionmania, as imagined and conceived by
Mindy herself. Prepare for such wonders and amazing things that you won't
believe your eyes! Get ready to see what is behind Fictionmania's secret
curtain.
Please press to continue.
I leaned back in my chair and smiled. Whoa! Way cool! I knew there had to be
something that Mindy was working on that she wouldn't reveal to us. Hey, why not
figure out this secret? Let me spoil Mindy's fun in checking it out and then
gloating at her! So, I pressed Enter, and the screen went blank again for a
minute. Then another blue screen appeared, with a message that read:
NOTE:
Before we introduce you to the future of Fictionmania, this program has to run a
couple of diagnostic tests to ensure that your experience will be as painless,
oops I mean as flawless and as engaging as possible. All we ask you to do is to
please do not leave the room while the diagnostic tests are running. This
program is designed to detect any problems and fix them, but only under your
command will they do so. Depending on the amount of problems we encounter, the
diagnostic tests could last from about a few minutes to at most an hour. Please
be patient with us and we will make sure you get to experience everything.
Thank you,
The S2K Team.
Please press to begin the diagnostic tests.
I thought to myself, "Hey, why not. I've got a fast computer so it shouldn't
take too long. It's worth it if I can find out more about Fictionmania." I
pressed the Enter key again and sat down while drinking a glass of milk. "Virus,
yeah right... this S2K thing is nothing but a hoax! I'm convinced now that it is
a way to look into Mindy's ever-creative mind. I can't wait to see what she has
in store for Fictionmania."
The screen turned black again and a white box appeared in the middle of the
screen, with the message:
Diagnostic Test -- begins in
60:00 ...
59:59...
59:58...
59:57...
Oh great! I thought my computer was fast enough so that it could speed up the
tests and let me get to the juicy stuff. I had a cable modem and enough RAM to
download most things in just a couple of minutes. But this stupid program says
it will take at least an hour to check everything before I could even begin.
That really sucks! I banged my fists in disgust, as I had to wait for the stupid
program to double-check my connection, my computer and etc.
51:00...
50:59...
50:58...
Oh, this was just too much! I rubbed my head in puzzlement and in frustration,
feeling a long tuft of curls on my head, very long, flowing, and soft. (Curls?
Long, flowing curls? Since when did I have that?) I rushed to the mirror in my
room and took a good look at myself.
What I saw was almost impossible to believe; I had long brunette hair that
flowed gently down in soft bobs and curls. I blinked my eyes in disbelief and
looked again. This time, I saw that my hair had reverted back to its normal,
brown, crew cut style haircut. (Weird, I thought. I could have sworn... Nah,
it's just my imagination.)
41:00...
40:59...
40:58...
I continued to watch the screen as I waited anxiously for the numbers to dwindle
down. Sheesh, is it really worth it to wait this long? I do have other things to
do, you know. Well, I can't just wait all day, but I can't leave either.
Hmmm... Maybe I'll get some things organized around here. First off, how about
adjusting that thermostat... I'm burning up in here! I took off my jeans, so
that I was now only clad in my T-shirt and skivvies. I shook the sweat off my
soft delicate, smooth hands as I got up to turn on the air conditioner in my
room. (Wait a minute, soft delicate hands?)
I glared at my hands and saw that they were indeed quite smooth, with long, slim
fingers. They were so graceful, so pleasant to the eye. They even had long yet
slender fingernails that were painted a deep-red color. (What's going on?)
I even looked at my arms and found them to be also quite thin and slender, yet
still very toned. These delicate arms replaced the muscle and fat that was
normally present. I quickly raised my head, and soon noticed that a long lock of
brunette hair had flipped it's way to the back of my head. (Not again!)
I rushed to the mirror and immediately touched my hair. I saw a guy touching his
crew-cut hairstyle. (Hmm.... what about my arms and hands?)
I flexed my arms, and saw the same person flex very nicely his strong, toned,
muscular arms so that both bulges were showing. I looked at my hands again, and
saw the same guy in the mirror rub two rough, hairy, quite masculine hands
together as well. (Whew! I think I'm losing it, probably from waiting for this
stupid program to finish. What can I do now to occupy my time? Hmmm.... Maybe
I'll do some exercise; that always makes me feel better.)
31:00...
30:59...
30:58...
After taking a couple of minutes to cool off and calm down, I decided to do some
exercise to keep up my strength and health. I began by doing some simple jumping
jacks. In a steady motion, I jumped up and down while spreading my arms and legs
simultaneously, counting:
1... *Clap*
2... *Clap*
3... *Clap*
At about the 10th time, I noticed something peculiar about my chest. It seemed
looser and larger, as if it were swollen or something. The swelling continued to
get worse as I reached the 20th time, my chest almost started to have a life of
its own, jiggling this way and that way, up and down, as I exercised. (Since
when did my chest become so loose and jiggly?)
It continued to get bigger and fuller and it stretched my T-shirt almost to the
point where if I didn't take it off, the shirt would rip. I could almost hear
the T-shirt's ripping sound, so I immediately took off my sweaty T-shirt.
What I saw afterwards was beyond my wildest imagination. Hanging quite gently
and softly on my chest was two very large, very full, pouting breasts. These
wonderful displays of womanhood jutted out nicely and bounced quite freely as I
stood there, mouth open in shock! They were large enough to be proportional to a
centerfold's bosom, and had nice, pink nipples surrounded by darker pink
areolas. The breasts were close to a very generous D-cup, and remained the most
prominent yet foreign feature on my body. (This was getting way too weird.)
I touched and embraced my breasts, cupping them and feeling their suppleness and
warmth on my hands as well as my body. While still holding them, I went back to
the mirror and took a good look. Oddly enough, I saw a guy with long brunette
hair, slender arms and delicate hands, holding and supporting a generous bust.
I gently closed my eyes, hoping that this would be just a dream. I opened them
and looked into the mirror: that same guy was standing there, with his shirt
off, pretending to cup his flat chest. (I chuckled softly, "TgMaster, you really
are losing it! You need to relax more.")
21:00...
20:59...
20:58...
After that breast experience, I thought that maybe I'm too tense and need to
wash up a bit. I usually look like hell when I'm so nervous. A nice splash of
cold water should wake me up.
I went over to my bathroom and closed the door. Turning on some cold water and
placing a towel in the small pool of water being formed in the sink, I closed my
eyes and breathed deeply as I waited for the water to run from the faucet. As
soon as I saw the pool get a reasonable size, I shut off the water, and squeezed
the now-soaked towel and wiped it over my face, hoping to cool down my anxiety.
As I brought the towel down and away from my face, my mouth dropped in shock as
I gazed into the bathroom mirror. Looking directly at me was the alluring, soft
face of a woman with long, wet, flowing brunette hair, mouth wide open in shock.
There was only way to describe just the beauty of this face: angelic. Her face
was quite soft and smooth, as I could tell from the droplets of water sliding
down her sexy cheeks down to her tapered, rounded jawline and dripping one by
one into the sink. She seemed to just glare at me with her small eyes but I
thought they were hypnotically fascinating, having a shade of blue that was
mellow and elegant. Her nose was quite slender and angular, but did not imply
that she was deceptive in any way. And while her mouth was currently open at the
time, one could still tell that her lips were full, pink, and luscious enough to
give a wonderfully delicious feminine pout or blow a sexy kiss to any man.
If I wasn't already shocked at the woman looking straight at me, I certainly was
shocked to find that the previous hallucinations I experienced, the slender arms
and hands, the brunette hair, and the breasts, all accompanied this beautiful
face.
What was even more interesting was that I somehow recognized this woman's face.
She seemed to be very familiar to me, like I've seen her somewhere or met her
before. Could it be... Nah, it can't be. I'm hallucinating, right? I reached to
touch my face and my hair, patting it and pulling at it to make sure it was just
an optical illusion, or to make sure I was just wearing some sort of latex mask.
The fact that I could feel my slender, delicate hands try to yank my face off,
and the fact that pain resulted from my efforts, did not help much in my current
situation.
"What's happening?" I cried as I shook my head in a frenzy. Oddly enough, that
same woman in the mirror did the exact same gestures and motions as I did, and
even lip-synched to my baritone voice. This was just too much...
I quickly dipped the towel into the sink and in a big sweeping motion splashed
water all over my face, closing my eyes, hoping that the woman would go away. As
the water trickled down my face and cheeks, I could see nothing and hear nothing
but the sound of my own hurried breath. I was too afraid to open my eyes. What
if the woman came back again?
After a few seconds I decided to be brave and reluctantly opened my eyes. I
looked in the mirror... And saw my old male face staring at me, with the same
contours and prominent jawline that I was always familiar with. (Whew! I'm me
again.) Relieved, I finished cleaning myself up and went back to my room,
15:00...
14:59...
14:58...
I stood in my room, contemplating on what just happened. I've got to be in a
dream, yeah that's it. I'm sleepwalking after waiting such a long time for the
computer to finish that dumb diagnostic test! Sighing, I slowly lumbered back to
my computer desk to wait yet again. Oh, my fault... I meant I wiggled and swayed
my hips back to my computer desk. (Wiggle and sway? I don't usually do that!)
I stopped walking for a minute. Did I just lose the ability to walk straight?
Why did I have to go through all that small rocking motion with my hips? Hmmm...
Let's try it again. I took a deep breath, made my first step, and began to walk.
Still the wiggling and the swaying! What now? I quickly walked to the full-
length mirror.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Staring at my body now, I saw a nice-looking guy
with two of the sexiest, most shapely-looking legs I had ever seen. All the hair
on my legs had disappeared, replaced by a smooth, silky sheen that had a certain
soft, warm glow to it. My legs were long and very well toned, without a hint of
fat sticking out. My eyes followed the gorgeous contours of my legs all the way
down to two of the daintiest-looking feet I ever saw.
These feet were quite small and cute; definitely feet that could really stop
traffic if given a pair of high heels. I took a better look at my shapely legs
in the mirror, and it was then that I noticed something. There was no familiar
bulge or bump in my crotch. Strange, I would think that seeing those legs would
really turn me on.
I pulled down my skivvies and looked at my crotch. It was gone! My manhood had
disappeared, replaced with a tuft of brown hair covering a warm opening. I could
tell I was going to panic, because my breathing became heavier and I was
sweating. I closed my eyes. (Ok, calm down TgMaster, nothing to worry about;
remember that if you look in the mirror again, you will see your old legs back.
Ok? Now when I count to three, open your eyes and look in the mirror.)
1...
2...
3!
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror again.
What I saw in the mirror had to top all the previous exciting experiences I had
within this last hour. Standing right in front of me was the same gorgeous
brunette, except none of my old male body was left, all replaced completely by
perfect curves and beauty in every way, the hair, the face, the arms, the
breasts, the legs, everything.
I also noticed that the rest of my body had also taken on a feminine shape; my
shoulders were pulled back so that my breasts jutted out quite prominently. My
waist had narrowed quite a bit, and was as smooth and tight as the rest of my
body. What really shocked me were my hips; they were quite full and luscious
now, having spread even wider to accommodate something else. At that time I
didn't know what that was, until I decided to turn my feminine body around to
see my behind.
The brunette in the mirror revealed that she had probably one of the tightest,
cutest pair of buttocks I certainly have ever seen. I brought my delicate hands
over my buttocks and touched them, patted them. They felt so soft and gentle,
and were so perfectly rounded into a heart-shape. In short, all of these changes
constituted a perfect hourglass shape that was comparable to the flawless body
of a goddess.
"This is really starting to freak me out," I cried, still in my baritone voice,
as I put my soft hands to my cheeks. I couldn't bear to look at the mirror
anymore and rushed back, my slender arms flailing wildly.
10:00...
09:59...
09:58...
I ran back to my computer desk. I just could not believe what had happened to
me. I just stood there with my eyes closed, awestricken at the changes that just
occurred to my body.
Suddenly, I heard a beeping sound in my computer, which startled me. I opened my
eyes and found that my old male body had suddenly been restored. I took a deep
breath and sighed, glad that my hallucinations were finally over. I then
proceeded to look at my computer screen. I noticed that he timer on my computer
monitor stopped at 5:00, and a small white screen appeared in the center, with
this message:
Greetings,
Based on the little "previews" we have given you of the changes that have
happened to you within the last hour, you can probably guess that you had
willingly been deceived and have unintentionally installed me, the S2K Bug
into your computer. Now it comes time to put it all together. For the next
five minutes, your body will be changed into that of your fantasy woman.
You have already seen your new body, but you haven't heard your new voice.
We aim to correct that also within the next five minutes. Overall, we hope
you enjoy your newfound womanhood and once again commend you on your
ignorance and stupidity.
HA HA HA HA HA!
The S2K Bug Team
The timer then started up again:
04:59...
04:58...
04:57...
Oh no, so the rumors were true. S2K is a virus. I wasn't hallucinating this past
hour; I was really becoming a woman. The program said fantasy woman... I thought
back to when I looked at the woman's face (i.e. my face) in the mirror. Fantasy
woman... I thought I knew who that girl was in the mirror.
She was a Playboy Playmate from one or two years ago. I remember downloading
pictures of her off the Internet, because I thought she was the most beautiful
woman I had ever seen in my life. And now, I was going to become her! As I
realized who I had become, I neglected the changes that were automatically
taking place on my body.
My hair grew longer and softer, my face became smaller, my waist contracted and
my hips expanded, my arms and legs became smoother and shapelier, and I felt a
sinking in my crotch. Soon, I knew that my body had been transformed into the
woman of my dreams, permanently. I looked at the timer:
00:10...
00:09...
00:08...
I knew all that was left was my voice to become feminine. I could feel my throat
begin to gradually burn and my vocal chords begin to tighten. The timer
continued:
00:05...
00:04...
00:03...
00:02...
00:01...
Suddenly, my computer screen made a very loud and harsh beeping sound, which
lasted for a couple of seconds, and then stopped. The sound still ringing in my
ears, I looked again at the monitor. There was another white box in the center,
with the following message:
Error: S2K.txt caused an immediate program failure. The program will not
continue and will be shut down and automatically deleted from your
computer. To do so, please restart your computer by pressing the
key.
I wiped the sweat off my feminine brow with my hands. Whew! It messed up just in
time.
I pressed the key, and my computer restarted and booted itself up again.
Soon my computer was back to normal, without any trace of the S2K bug.
I smiled as I sat back down in my chair, glad that the virus program was gone.
As I leaned back in triumph, I noticed two very large bumps of flesh protruding
out of my chest. Huh? I reached the back of my head and felt long, brunette
hair. (What the... It can't be!)
I quickly got out of my chair and again rushed to the mirror. The brunette woman
was back, curves and all. (It didn't make sense; I thought because the virus
never fully carried out it's programming, I would automatically return back to
my male body.)
I had been in shock and amazement too much that at this point, I was sort of
content at my new body. I turned around and looked at every shape and every
curve. I must admit, I was a babe! I smiled and primped in the mirror, and posed
like a Playboy Playmate, pouting and kissing and touching every wet part of my
body. I imagined myself sitting in bed with this gorgeous creature, satisfying
her every needs as she screams in such a wonderful, deep, baritone voice: "Oh
yes! TgMaster! YES!"
Wonderful, deep, baritone voice? Women don't sound like that! I stopped a moment
to look once again in the mirror. Did I just hear my own voice come out of this
alluring female? Surely if the virus did complete its course, I would have a
female voice, right? I tested my voice again: "Four score and seven years ago,
our fathers..." Still a baritone. Puzzled, I put my hands to my shapely hips,
lowered my head a little, and thought for a minute.
Just then, I quickly raised my head up. Of course! The virus did run its course,
but not completely! It changed all of me into my dream girl, except the voice! I
deduced that the error I saw at the end must have been for the alteration of my
voice. That's why I still sound male!
I smiled, happy that at least there was one vestige of my manhood left, but then
my smile soon became a frown. Ok, so I was a beautiful woman now, but with a
male voice. How the hell am I going to fit in? People will look at me and think
I'm a weirdo or something.
I shook my head in disgust for a bit. After that, I rethought my situation a bit
more and finally shrugged. Well, I guess I could have voice surgery, or I could
just pretend to be mute. The important thing is, I have the body of an
enticingly beautiful woman now, and I have to get used to being a woman for the
rest of my life. After putting on what was left of my underwear and clothes, I
then proceeded to plan out my new life...
"Well, there you have it, sir. Incidentally, I have learned to be very discrete
when going out in public. I did have some alterations made to my voice box, so
that I can switch between a feminine voice and a male voice. You don't believe
me? Ok, listen to this..."Hello there sir." (In pleasant-sounding musical
soprano.)
Impressed? I actually like to return back to my old voice, because it strains my
throat when I use my feminine voice. Besides this little trick, overall I think
have adjusted to being a woman. It has its ups and downs, but really, I guess I
am thankful that this virus infected me. Why you ask? Oh, just because it
allowed me to really explore my feminine side. I've always wondered what the
opposite sex is like; now I can find out for the rest of my life."
"Are we done? Cool; well, it was nice meeting you; thank you for listening to my
story. I think I'm going to go home now. Yes? Oh, you want to take me out for
drinks? Umm...well...ok, but you're buying."
***************************
Thanks for reading my first story. And yes, while you may find this hard to
believe, my fantasy woman would really be a beautiful woman with a deep, gruff,
male voice. There's a reason I have for this; ask me about it some other time.
Thanks again!
Jo
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