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Backfire By Alec Stevens Note: This is my first story, so let me know what you think. (Story takes place mostly in and around Flint, MI) Chapter 1: Beginning of the End John Woodby walked down the hall to his next class from Advanced Placement Biology. He, being only in 10th grade and going into honors classes, was extremely smart. As a result of this, he was also stuck up, and everyone, especially the girls (due to the fact that he was the cutest guy in the school) hated him. He ignored everybody but his teachers and stayed involved only in academics, stating only that "Sports detract from the educational experience." He was already living separately from his parents, due to a large number of inventions he had created. In his basement was a very advanced lab. It was here that he spent most of his time after school. One night, when he was at a convention about "A New Theory of The Structure of Atoms and How They May Be Used for Special Purposes", a group of girls from his school broke into his house and found his lab. They saw much could not comprehend, but they saw his lab book sitting at his workdesk. They took it and left, covering all traces of them having been there. Once they got to their designated meeting place, they took out John's lab book and began to read entries: I have just completed experiment #1 for my study of "The True Reason for Aging". What fascinating results! When I injected serum 1 (Ch3.(Here they stopped, skipping further ahead)). .*Sexual Dominance-Are Some Characteristics Caused by Chemicals?* My peers in the scientific community know nothing about this coming experiment. I have purposely kept this one secret because it could cause an uproar in two areas- animal rights (the usual problem, easy to bypass) and religion (which you should never get involved with).(They skipped to the results.) .Serum 1 caused rats 1-10 (males, all) to lose sexual interest. The same serum injected into rats 11-20 (all female) caused the opposite effect-sexual interest went up. Serum 2 in rats 21-30 (M) caused their.(The girls then skipped to the end of the experiment, which was scribbled, as if in the excitement of an amazing discovery.) .Serum 37, when injected into rats 740-750 (M) caused them to turn into fully functioning.females. ! When injected into rats 751-760 (F), female characteristics were enhanced. Serum 38, when injected into 761-770, enhanced their male characteristics, whereas it had no effect on the female group. Serum 39 had no effect on either. Oh god, if the press ever finds out, I'm in trouble.(Here it ended.) The girls glanced at each other, and then smiled. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" One asked. "If he's not going to use his good looks, then there's no use in him torturing us with them." Another said. "We'll force him into using his serum on himself." The final one said. "But not until we feminize and humiliate him first." The girls threw their heads back and laughed. Chapter 2: Rock and A Hard Place Upon getting home, John went to his basement and immediately panicked. His lab book was gone! There had to be a logical reason, he thought. He checked all the places he would have put it, and tore through the mountains of papers on his desk, to no avail-his lab book still wasn't there! "The cleaning lady! She must have taken it!" It had probably fallen on the floor and she had mistaken it for trash. Oh well, it wouldn't cause much controversy in the incinerator. He got out his notes on his current project and began to work on the fine touches. It was to be a machine to allow faster-than- light travel, but his tests all failed. However, he assumed from the results he was getting, he had created some kind of time-machine. He put a digital display and keyboard on, adjusted some wires, and typed in 1972. He activated the machine and the April 21, 1972 issue of the New York Times materialized in the test compartment. He then decided to work on programming a chip that would allow him to specify what he wanted. Halfway through completing this, his phone rang. He let his answering machine get it and ignored whatever was said. He finally finished the chip and then re-modified some wires to support the chip. He typed in Medieval and then Sword (long sword). A medieval long sword appeared in the compartment. He got out a new lab book and wrote in the results. Soon thereafter, he typed up the reports and then posted them on the internet. He then went upstairs to check who had called. He pressed the play button and heard: "John, we know what you've done. Be waiting at the fountain in the Mall tomorrow at 4::45 PM or your nice little book gets splattered all over the Internet with your name all over it. Have a nice day, bye bye!" They ended, sounding just as if they were saying goodbye to a close friend. "Shit!" Was all John could say. Chapter 3: Initial Phase He was at the fountain the next day, a half-hour early. He had to find a way to eliminate the threat that the girls on the phone had made. At 4:45, the entire area around him was deserted. Then he heard the voices on the PA. "John, c'mon, try and find us. Of course, we've taken advantage of several of your inventions. Have fun!" They said, perky. He ran to one of the speakers in the mall and began to pry of the lid. However, before he got very far, a strong electrical charge passed through his body. "We'll have none of that." The voice had come from behind him. He spun around but saw a quick glimpse of someone running into the store. He looked up-it was Victoria's Secret. "No way." He said. "This 'submit' button looks awful inviting, John." A voice said over the PA. "Damn you!" He yelled, running into the store after the figure he had glanced. He found he had nothing to use as a weapon, but then he realized that they had the weapon which could cause him the most harm. "May I help you, sir?" A voice said behind him. He spun around. "Yes, you could. You could give me back my damned book!" "I'm sorry sir, I don't understand." John lashed out, but passed right through the sales clerk. He looked at the clerk, and then realized that he was trapped in a very elaborate hologram, probably made with his holographic projectors and advanced memory chips. A green light then flared and faded from the clerk's eyes. "Ah, yes. You must be John. Come right this way, our staff is waiting. Why were you late for your appointment?" She grabbed his arm, and began dragging.no, pulling him deeper into the store. John began to wonder just how much of his technology they had acquired and figured out how to use. Oh well, now that he knew it was all a holographic image, he had a plan. He'd short circuit the hologram after escaping from these images and would then hunt down the girls who had his lab book. The thought that the girls may have known somebody with very high technical expertise never even entered his mind. Using the knowledge of a flaw in the programming of his holograph device, he began to lash out at the employee that was continuing to pull him. His plan, however, was foiled, for the girls had fixed the error and John felt his blows hitting instead of going through the person. Baffled, he doubled his efforts. "They said you might have been a bit nervous, but I think I didn't listen to them. Oh, well. Bring me the needle!" The 'person' dragging him said. John suddenly had a burst of insight. "Computer! End program!" "UNABLE TO COMPLY." As John was about to try something else, another 'person' walked up behind him and restrained his movements. The original then took a needle out of the other's hand and inserted it into John's neck. He promptly passed out. Chapter 4: Confusion John awoke in his den, which was welcome to him., and laughed silently The girls must not have known exactly how to run the hologram worked. All he had to do now was to find the girls and get his book back, using force if necessary. Feeling a sense of urgency, he quickly moved from the den and to the door leading to the basement. He turned the handle, but it was locked, which was strange because he never locked it. He grabbed for his key, but it was gone. All he had was a paperclip, so he managed to pick the lock with it. Once he was in the basement, he knew something wasn't right. None of his lab equipment was there. Instead, there was a large and bare circular room with many doors leading off from it. He opened one of these and saw a crude mock-up of a hospital room. There was a hospital bed with restraints in one corner of it and in another corner was an enema machine. There were various probing tools on a tray next to the bed and hanging off a rail was a PVC nurse's uniform. He quickly closed the door and tried another one. Behind it was an operating table and various operating tools lying on a tray beside it. Curious, John walked in and opened the door to a refrigerator in the back of the room. Inside of this were breast implants, anesthetics, and creams. He know knew that this was not his house and quickly left the room. As he shut the door a bottle of pills fell out and he tried to pick it up. However, it was continuing to move as if on a conveyor belt. He followed its course and entered another room. At the end of the room, the bottle stopped and was picked up by a robotic arm as another arm unscrewed the lid. After the lid was discarded, the other arm placed two of its fingers in the jar. John, confused, then began to leave the room, but restraints snapped onto his legs and shortly after, arms grabbed his wrists and locked them in place crossed behind his head. John still understood nothing, but it didn't change the fact that an IV line punctured his skin and began pumping a strange substance (which was actually nutrients that he would need). Also, his mouth would be pried open from time to time, water poured in, and one of the pills forced down. This went on for about a week and half, until a woman entered the room. She had apparently been on vacation for the past three weeks and explained that she was a dominatrix. She also demanded to know how he had gotten inside. "I--I don't know. Could you please-" He was cut off as water was poured into his mouth and another pill forced down. "You don't know how you got into my house? I suppose amnesia could be a minor side effect of this machine. At least it's doing a great job, don't you think? Very good for all my clients who wish to be feminized. How long have you bee trapped here? Did you look like you do now when you came in, other than your breasts?" "I've been trapped here about a week and a half. Yeah, I looked about this when I came in. What are you talking about the breasts?" He looked down and saw they were larger than they used to be and that his penis was smaller. "Oh my god!" "Yes, it's quite impressive, isn't it? From nothing to a size B in ten and a half days with no nutritional losses whatsoever! I'll be back down in about a week, I've got to finish up with some clients." "Wait!" John protested, but she was gone. John now felt a new sense of urgency to find a way out. The dominatrix was obviously a 'scientist' who loved to experiment. But try as he might, John could find no way to free himself. About three days later, his clothes were removed and a video monitor was revealed on one of the walls. A side view of his buttocks was showing on the screen. As John realized this, he saw something else appearing. Coming straight towards his asshole was a replica of a cock which was too large to be considered life-sized. About halfway to his ass, the 'cock' stopped as another robotic arm began smearing a cream all over his butt. When done, it retracted and the 'cock' proceeded on its way again. As it approached, John observed its dimensions and noted that it would have trouble entering a full-grown woman and that it was too long to fully enter one either. John, however, had no more time for such thoughts as the 'cock' began its entry. As he felt it touch, he tensed his butt cheeks and pushed as hard as he could. The 'cock', however, was being pushed by a machine and thus pushed harder than John could. Unable to bear the pain of trying to resist it, John loosened his cheeks and it continued. This, however, did little to ease the pain. John began letting out a series of shrill wails as it progressed farther and farther. Grimacing through the pain, John managed to look up at the monitor and saw the 'cock' was only about and inch and a half in, with another six or seven left yet to go. He jerked straight up the next second and gave off a pitiful cry as three inches more went in at once. He winced even more as tears began pouring down his face. He felt his bowels shift as another sharp lance of pain shot through his body. The 'cock' now had two inches left outside and had now stopped, other than a persistent pressure which kept the 'cock' from sliding out. After a day, the pain gradually faded, and John found his ass with a minor ache which was not nearly as severe as it had been the day before. The forced pills had now stopped. The next day, John had adapted to the 'cock', which now was causing him no more pain than a papercut. Later that day, the video screen came on again and a porn movie began to play. John was at first confused, but when the virgin in the film was forced to become a slut, things got much worse. As the virgin got on the street, her services were immediately bought by two men. The scene changed to their bedroom, and one of the men was behind her, the other man in front. As the man behind her began to fuck her, the cock in John's ass began to move steadily back and forth, renewing the pain from before. John seemed to scream simultaneously with the girl as this began. He was also cut off at the same time as the girl as another 'cock' entered his mouth in unison with the other man's. He told the virgin it was time for her to learn deep throat. Though John prided himself on schoolwork and not getting distracted, he had seen some of these terms on the Net and his eyes went wide, ironically, at the same time as the virgin's. The cock in his ass was now moving faster and faster and the pain was being replaced by some sort of strange ecstasy. John's screams evolved into low moans, which were soon choked off by the other 'cock'. He began to choke and the 'cock' retracted. At this time, he felt the 'cock' in his ass spurt forward and shortly thereafter felt a warmth spreading through his ass. Tasting something like Surge in his mouth, he was tricked into closing it and sucking on the 'cock', temporally forgetting himself. It too, soon exploded, but not with Surge. A lifelike imitation of cum filled his mouth and continued to fill it. John tried to open his mouth and found that he couldn't, and that the 'cum' was still coming. He was forced to swallow as it kept coming. He noted that it tasted kind of salty. At that point however, both 'cocks' retracted, the restraints released, and he collapsed, unconscious, to the floor. ******** When he awoke, the dominatrix was in front of him and he was back in his regular clothes. "Did you have a good rest? I'll tolerate no more sleeping from you--I've got other experiments yet to do!" "Mamn, being a scientist myself, I respect your research and all, but you normally pick a volunteer, not someone who does not wish to participate." John said. "But you intruded into my house, and I see this as a fitting revenge." She replied calm and indifferent. "I don't even know how I came to be in your house. Please allow me to leave and you can test your other experiments on a willing subject." John countered. "Fine then, leave." She said, stepping aside and motioning him through. He thanked her and went up the stairs. He left through the back door and realized he had no place to go. He soon, however, remembered that his friend lived only about a mile away. Knowing that it was quicker to take the back alleys, he did so, not taking his pendulous new breasts into account. After walking for about ten minutes, John was surprised to hear a whistle coming from directly in front of him. He assumed it was somebody calling their dog and was thus unprepared as he was knocked down from behind. He was soon being restrained in the front as a man took off his shorts. John looked backwards in terror to see the mans throbbing cock poised and ready to enter his ass. "Hey babe, don't worry. This won't hurt a bit." The man said. "But I'm not a babe!" John yelled frantically. "Ah, I wasn't born yesterday, hun. Just cause you've cut your hair, let your bodily hair grow, and lowered your voice doesn't mean that people'll think you're a man. You forgot to take your breasts into account. They've gotta be at least an E! And that strap on 'cock', if you can call it that, is completely unbelievable." He said. John now realized his folly, but it was too late. The man's cock hit his ass and soon penetrated. The man reached his arms around and fondled John's breasts, at which point John began to play along by cooing and ignoring the hardness in his ass. The man let go as he moved faster and faster in and out. There was an explosion and John fell forward, directly on top of the other man's now hard cock. "Suck it, bitch." He said. John complied, somehow knowing that if he didn't, he wouldn't want to live to see another sunrise. Shortly later, the man let loose a load of cum and John drank it, after which the two men ran off quickly. John now had a renewed sense of urgency to get to his friends, but when he got there, a teenage girl answered the door. "Oh you poor thing! Look how bruised you are and how short your hair is! Oh my, what's this?" The woman said, pointing at his penis. Not wanting to be humiliated even more, John answered "It's a strap-on. The idiots that raped me glued it on with crazy glue and did something to my vocal chords so my voice would even sound male." "That's terrible! What were you doing out there all alone?" She asked. "All my family is dead and the family that adopted me dumped me in the outskirts of this city. Your door was the first I saw." John said, not wanting to go back to the dominatrix or to be laughed at. "Well, I'd be glad to adopt you, though you appear to be about my age. C'mon, we'll get those bruises fixed and we'll work on your vocal chords, and we'll find a way to get off that strap-on too." She said. "I didn't learn much from any of my family, real or adopted. I've probably got as much training in womanhood as a six year old." John said reluctantly as he thought of what the consequences could be. "Well, I can teach you, hon. Don't worry. Why don't you head to the end of the hall and get some rest? I'll be ready to start when you wake up." "Thank you, Miss...?" John said as he walked down the hall, trying to think of a way to defeat the program. "You can call me Ashley. What's your name?" She replied. "Jessica, thanks!" John called over his shoulder. Upon reaching the room, John got an idea. "Computer, is the safety mode enabled?" "THAT MAY NOT BE ANSWERED." It replied. John decided to take a chance and exited the room, walking to where he had observed the kitchen. On his way, the girl living in the house appeared in front of him. He pushed her aside and she ran after him. But John was finally at the kitchen, where he proceeded to take a steak knife from a drawer. Just as the girl lunged at him, he put the knife to his neck and slashed. He proceeded to gag from lack of air as he collapsed to the ground... Chapter 5: The Streets "Do you really think he's dead?" One of the girls was asking. "He very well could be. You may have waited to long to activate the safety." Another said. "Oh, well. Nobody'll know, right? I mean, it happened in a virtual world inside of a virtual world." Yet another said. "Yeah, but a teenage boy in good health doesn't just die of natural causes." The second said. "But it can't be traced to us, so we have no need to worry." The first concluded. "The only thing you'll have to worry about...is ME!!!!" John screamed as he lunged up from the floor towards the girls. Reacting quickly, the second pushed a button and John found himself in yet another world inside a world. He was now sitting in a chair in a room that appeared to be falling apart. Makeup was being applied to his face and there was a gritty, smudged mirror on the wall in front of him. The paint on the walls had all flaked off and a dim light overhead was flickering. When the application of the makeup was complete, John noticed in the mirror that it was much heavier than need be. He had no time to observe anything else, however, as he was shoved out the door and into an alley. The first thing he felt was the chilly breeze. He looked down and saw he was wearing a skimpy outfit which consisted of a too-tight bikini top and a thong bottom. He looked up as he heard a voice. "Get your ass out of here, bitch! This is my corner. Go find your own customers!" The voice of a girl said. Oh, geez. This hologram is more advanced than I thought! A virtual world inside a virtual world! How did they manage that? John thought as he walked away. He stopped at a vacant corner without knowing it and continued to analyze his situation. Shortly after having stopped, John found himself sitting with legs spread wide and a seductive look on his face. He tried to get back up, but something in his mind would not allow him to do so. It told him that he must get money, no matter how little, in order to survive and that selling himself was the only way to do this. No, that's a dumb concept! It's impossible to put ultimatums in peoples' heads! Hah! I see what they're trying to do and can thus prevent it! John thought. But then a man came and put five dollars into the money pouch next to John and John found himself getting up and following the man. The man explained that the five was preliminary pay for the services that he would render unto his customers. Much to his concern, John was thrilled with this idea, another ultimatum in his head informing him that he was addicted to sex--a nymphomaniac. With this struggle between John's rational and 'subconscious' minds, he passed out. When he awoke, he was in a room with a bed and he was nude. He knew who he was, but could not control his body, as 'rational' John had lost. So when there came a knock on the door, John lay seductively on the bed rather than looking for an escape route. The man that entered next would be called handsome by any woman. He was tall with straight brown hair to his shoulders. His muscles bulged through his tight clothes, and John could feel himself getting aroused, no matter what he did. "Well, slut. I hear this is your first time. Let's see if you're any good!" The man said. John found himself letting out a small giggle and going up to the man, rather than insulting him and attacking him. John planted a kiss on the man's lips and began to undress him, talking seductively the whole time. However, John was cut off as the man began to fondle 'his' breasts, reducing his statements to moans of pleasure. Somehow managing to remove the man's clothes through the intense pleasure he was feeling, he pushed the man over to the bed and almost immediately felt something hard at his ass. Internally, John was screaming NOOOOO, but externally, he was intertwined with the man-- mouths together, arms hugging the man close, and asscheeks loose. The man soon resumed rubbing John's breasts while at the same time began to enter his ass. John let out a gasp and resumed moaning. It felt so damn good (no, he had to find a way to escape) What was he saying? He loved sex (as a man with women) with men it felt so good and satisfying. He had to (escape) do this to make money, but hell it was fun wasn't it? John was jerked out of the battle for the body as he orgasamed multiple times, the pleasure overriding his logic. Boy he couldn't wait for the next one... ***** THE NEXT MORNING... John woke up feeling great. Apparently some of the pleasure from the night before had carried over. He couldn't wait (to escape) to do it (never) again. He then saw his (slave-driver) manager walk up to him. "You did very well last night. Hew many men do you think you fucked?" He asked. (Too many) "About 20. I'll do better next time, I promise." (Not if I have my way!) He said. "20? What a ridiculously low number! I've got the records right here! You did 67 men! I don't think anybody could fuck more! The highest we've ever had was 21! You're something special, kid. It's a damn good thing you're ours!" He said. (If only he knew...) "You think so?" "Yeah kid. Just stick with us and we'll pay for everything you need. We can't afford to let you go!" He answered. (But I can...) "Sure. That'd be great! It feels so (wrong) great! Why would anybody choose to leave?" "I don't know, kid. Here's fifty dollars. Take the day off." He said. "Thank you, sir, but isn't that a bit much?" John replied. "Kid, that's only a small fraction of what you made last night! Now go and have some fun!" He replied. With this, John walked off and immediately conceived a plan to escape. He went to the grocery store and bought a bottle of ibuprofen and spent the rest of the day at clubs, where he found himself advertising his services. Once done, he headed back to his room where he mixed a drink--blending all the ibuprofen into it. He looked at the time--he still had a half hour before his services began. As he raised the glass to his lips, there was a knock as a customer came in early. "What ya drinkin', hon?" The man asked, obviously drunk. "It's a serum that helps me perform better. Head over to the bed and I'll be with you in a minute." John replied, fighting the ultimatums. John once again began to raise the glass to his lips. With every millisecond, he could feel the ultimatums resisting. He managed, however, to get the mixture to his lips and drink all of it before the program in his mind took control. As he walked towards the bed, he fleetingly remembered that the girls might have turned off the safety again. There was no time to worry about this, however, as 'slut John' took control. 'She' went to the bed and they began to do what she was 'trained' to do best. However, about a half hour later, with 'her' next customer, 'she' began to retch violently all over the man. Vision soon blurred and unconsciousness followed. Heart rate slowed and breathing stopped. John was dead... Chapter 9: Final Move "Dammit! He did it again!" One of the girls screamed, seeing John lie motionless and pale on the ground. "He should have known we let him get off easy once. It's his own fault." Another said. "He can be revived. You guys were lazy and didn't realize what was happening and flipped the safety on a little late. Don't worry--your final play will work perfectly! I've strengthened the ultimatums so that he will be incapable of rational thought." The computer-savvy one said. "How are we going to revive him? He looks pretty pale to me." The final one said. "A special kind of electricity." The computer one answered. She flipped a switch and the electricity began to flow through John's body. As he slowly regained consciousness, he kept it hidden from the girls as he began to conceive of a plan. When he saw his vital readings showing clear on their monitors, he made his move, standing and channeling the electricity through his fingers at one of the girls. (He could do this with effect for the safety had been turned back off once he had begun to live again and because it was a hidden line of code in the programming.) She screamed and began to spasm as another pressed a button, banishing John into their final move... A BEDROOM... "Lisa! Get dressed and come eat your breakfast or you'll be late for school!" John's mom yelled up the stairs. "Okay, mom. I'll be down in a sec!" He replied, something nagging at his mind. He went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of pantyhose, putting them on quickly. He grabbed a skirt and blouse from his closet and put them on, making sure that they were wrinkle-free and clean. He applied makeup quickly and ran downstairs to eat. As he ate, he realized something was totally wrong. He was a guy! Not a girl who could naturally wear dresses and apply makeup expertly! What was going on? His moment of panic soon passed, however, as he realized it was all part of a vivid dream he had been having last night. He finished his breakfast, put on a pair of 3" heels and climbed into his mom's car, ready for school. He had heard from his friends all week that his crush was going to ask him to prom today and he was excited! His mom got in the car shortly after that and they were soon on their way to the school. John gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek and leaped out of the car as they arrived. As always, classes were a bore, but then it came to be lunchtime. He looked around the lunchroom and saw Jack (his crush) sitting at a table, away from his friends. About halfway through lunch, he got up and walked over to John. He took this time to admire Jack. He was about six feet and two inches tall, with relatively short dark brown hair. He had deep, brown eyes and a cunning wit. He wasn't a 'muscle-man', but he wasn't a weakling either. Everybody on the swim team joked about his powerful legs, stating that "you have to stand at least seven feet from the edge of the pool when he does his flip turn!" His arms weren't nearly as strong, but they were of decent caliber. John continued to admire him as he spoke. "Lisa?" He asked. "Yes, Jack?" John replied. "Uhh...would you like to go to the-err-prom with me?" He said, stumbling over the words. "Why wouldn't I? I'd tell you all the reasons, but I'm sure you already know! Yes, I'll go to the prom with you!" John answered excitedly. Then I'll pick you up Saturday night, around 6?" Jack asked. "Sounds great! See ya then!" He replied. SATURDAY NIGHT... John was ready. He had his beautiful prom dress on, his hair was perfect, and his makeup was just right. He now sat impatiently in his living room chair. At that time, there was a sharp pain in his head as the real John fought to take control. This however turned out to be a futile effort as the revolt was over almost as soon as it had begun. And then to doorbell rang. John leaped up and ran to the door, flinging it open as he reached it. As he expected, Jack stood there, waiting. John gave him a kiss and they walked to Jack's car and were soon on their way to the prom. Once there, they had a hell of a good time dancing, talking, and having their picture taken. Then the moment came when the Prom King and Queen would be announced. "This year's Prom couple is...Jack Martin and Lisa Mathis! C'mon up here!" The announcer said. They walked up, John crying the whole way... THE 'REAL' VIRTUAL WORLD... "I told you nothing would go wrong this time." The computer one said. "It's not over yet." The first said. "Ah, just trust me." She replied. The girls did, and watched as John went through the life of Lisa until age 37, by the benefit of a time-blockage feature of the holo-machine. They watched him go through college, get married, have kids, become a famous model, and then tragically die in a planned (by them) car crash. John began to stir on the ground as their final move wore off. John got up and ignored the girls, walking past them and picking a two-piece set of lingerie from a shelf and putting it on. He then left Victoria's Secret and went to a specialty store, where he grabbed a beautiful and elegant prom dress which he immediately put on. He then went to a show store and put on a pair of 3 inch heels. He then went to a makeover shop and received a full makeover and manicure. Also at the same time, he gets a 'hairgrow' and has it styled. The girls are amazed at how successful their plan was and program the computer to give John very realistic breastforms. They then sat and laughed. Little did they know it, but John was still John... Chapter 10: Backfire * 2 The girls were very happy, to say the least. They de-activated the hologram and John found himself in his own home, still wearing the dress and other things. John quickly ran to his lab and grabbed the three untested vials of Serum 40, noting at the same time that all the vials of Serum 37 were missing. He would have to be careful. He attached auto-injectors onto the vials and loaded them into a specialized machine which would fire them into the skin or whatever the target may be. He ran to his couch, laid down, hiding, and waited. He didn't have to wait long, as there was a knock on the door. He told them to come in and prayed that the Serum would do what he wanted. They entered and looked around in confusion, trying to find him. They realized something was wrong, but it was too late. John fired the machine three times, scoring direct hits on the three girls, who collapsed next to instantly. He went to his room and changed into normal clothes, returning quickly to observe the effects of the Serum. He noted that the girls were now guys and were awake. He laughed in their faces but they merely smiled. He then felt the sharp prick of a needle as he was injected from behind... When he awoke, he saw the girls sitting solemnly in his couch and he could tell by feel that he was no longer a man.. They sat there staring at each other for awhile, neither side saying a word. Then the fourth girl (the computer-savvy one) entered. "I've got some bad news. John, I did further research with your Serums and have concluded that the results are permanent and irreversible. That means that if you three were to use Serum 37 or if you were to use Serum 40, there would be no effect." She said. "Uh, John?" One of the former girls said. "Yes?" He replied. "We'd, err, like to apologize for making your life a living hell." She said. "I still don't see what your motives were, but I accept your apology. I shouldn't have retaliated, though I do believe in an eye for an eye. I guess in this case I have to say, "two wrongs don't equal a right"." John replied. "No, we would've done the same thing if we were you. Looking back, we see our motive was stupid. I guess we just wanted some fun and some havoc." Another said. "I see your point. Anyway, apology accepted," John said. "You know, now that we're in different forms, we'll need the proper legal documents." "One step ahead of you John. I've altered all the data the government has on you four. John, you are now Rachel--a woman with an impeccable fashion sense and a knack for technology. You three, respectively, are Lance, Rob, and Paul. All three of you are now engineers. Also, somehow, the three of you are married to John-er-Rachel." "I guess that's how it has to be then." John said. "It won't be that bad." Lance said. "Yeah, we used to be women. You get a lot of perks." Rob said. "You get perks for being a man too. Of course, there are probably minuses to each as well." John said. "Probably. But we can live with it." Paul said. John and the rest lived long lives, sharing many good times and enduring the bad. They had five children, who were kept in complete darkness about their parents' past. Rachel, Lance, Rob, and Paul all lived to be 159 years old--an added bonus of the serum. In other words, to use a cliched term, they lived happily ever after. The End -------------------------------------- (Here's a story idea for someone to write: What would happen if certain people or certain countries found out about Serum 37 or Serum 40 and obtained large quantities of the substance? I'll leave that for someone else to write! Just tell me if you do, [email protected])