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Inspiration (or The Dangers of Writing Fiction)
by Samantha
* * *
For over an hour I sat at my computer, not knowing what to write
about for my next story to post on Fictionmania. I racked my brains for
ideas but came up empty. This had never happened to me before! I always
had inspiration from something. Every Tuesday morning it was a ritual of
mine to write another Fictionmania story before heading off to work. I
needed an outside stimulus for inspiration. I decided to go to some other
story webpages to get inspired.
The first two were horrible. It was obvious nobody had actually
taken the time to write well-thought-out stories, so I tried yet another one.
But before the page loaded on my computer, one of those annoying
automatic advertisements popped up on my screen. Not even bothering to
look at it, I closed the window. But then it popped up again, and I closed
it. A few seconds later it reared its ugly head again, and I closed it yet
again. It came up again--probably due to the poor quality of the website--
and I closed it again. I was beginning to tire of this stupid game, so I
placed the window behind the website so I wouldn't see it.
After about fifteen or so minutes, not inspired by what I saw (and
thoroughly disgusted by one story in particular), I closed the window and
was about to quit Netscape when the advertisement, which I had not
realised was still there, caught my eye:
Lacking inspiration?
INSPIRER 2000
Intrigued, I clicked on the advert and was transported to the web
page of some firm I'd never heard of named Inspirationz Ltd. They were
selling a product for authors called the Inspirer 2000. Apparently, it was a
small device that plugged into your computer and made the user of the
computer feel as if he or she was actually inside the text on the screen.
"Providing inspiration through the writing and feelings of other authors, it
can be yours for only 40?!" the computer screen read. I asked myself,
"What the hell?" and ordered it online.
Three days later, a parcel arrived for me through the mail. Sure
enough, it was from Inspirationz Ltd. and upon opening it, I found a small
grey box; no instruction manual, just the box and a cord. Shrugging off my
apprehension about plugging in a foreign device with absolutely no
documentation into my computer, I plugged it in and it hummed to life.
There were three features on this otherwise featureless box: a red LED,
which was off, a small display which currently read "Ready", and a rather
large sticker with type so small I couldn't even read it with a magnifying
glass.
So what did this thing *do*? I wanted to find out. The advert had
said that it would make the reader of the text on the computer feel as if he
or she was actually inside the text. But there was no text on the screen...I
had to find something.
I logged onto Fictionmania and opened the first random story I
could find. The red LED on the Inspirer flicked on and the display read
"Processing". As the text scrolled by on the screen, I felt the world go all
white and I saw nothing. Then, the next second, the world came into
focus.
I was walking down a path. Or rather I thought I was walking
down a path. I still remembered the Inspirer 2000 was controlling what I
saw. This was almost too real to be true! I tried to turn my head to the side
but it wouldn't move. I soon discovered that I had no control over my
actions in this imaginary world--it was as if I was a guest in someone
else's body. I appeared to be in a forest. The sun was shining bright and
the air was clear. I stopped walking beside a bubbling brook and in it, I
saw my reflection. I appeared to be a 30 or 35 year-old man with short
brown hair; no facial hair. (I looked pretty much like myself in real life.) I
was a bit thirsty, so I took a drink from the clear stream.
Bad idea (or good idea, depending upon your point of view), I felt
a strange tickle run over my body. I tried to move but I couldn't--I was
frozen. I felt myself shrinking and saw my shadow get smaller. I felt my
hair grow longer, past my shoulders. As I lifted up my hand to touch it, I
saw that it had got smaller and very delicate. My genitals retracted into my
body. I looked down and saw my trousers melding together with my shirt
into a long pink dress. The tickle stopped. I saw my reflection in the brook
and let out a shriek when I saw a little six-year-old girl.
Suddenly, the world faded and I was sitting back in front of my
computer. The text was still scrolling by and a little red LED on the
Inspirer turned off. "Wow," I said out loud. "That's incredible!" I sat there
breathless for a few more moments. "Wow," I said again.
Eager to try the machine again, I picked the next story I saw and
felt the world change. Soon I was rummaging anxiously through a closet
containing articles of feminine clothing. In a mirror on a wall I saw a
grown man, much like in the last story I experienced. I selected a blouse
and laid it on the bed nearby. After removing my shirt, I donned the
blouse, which I knew instinctively belonged to my wife. The silky fabric
was so sexy! I returned to the closet to find a skirt to go with it when a
voice from the doorway stopped me cold.
"What are you doing in there?" It was my wife, a formidable
woman of forty-five.
"Uh..." I stumbled and fumbled for words.
"I can see that. And seeing as you like wearing my clothes I think
we can do with some changes around here."
"Wha...what do you mean?" I stammered.
My wife produced a golden token of some sort from her pocket
and pointed it at me, mumbling words in a completely unintelligible
tongue. As she spoke, I began to feel very top-heavy. My breasts grew to
be quite firm and plump. I jumped as I felt my hair grow and brush against
my shoulders. I looked down and saw my hips expanding and my butt
become very large and feminine. "We'll see what you think of being a
woman now," my wife said.
I heard the phone ring, and I knew it was the real world trying to
draw me back. The story world faded and I picked up the telephone.
"Yes?"
"Mr Fields?"
"Yes?"
"This is John from Inspirationz Ltd, just checking up on your
order. You ordered a new Inspirer 2000 from us, correct?"
"Yes. I received it and it works splendidly."
"Well, that's good. Did you make certain to read the warnings on
the bottom of the case?"
"I tried, but the type was too small and I couldn't even read it with
the aid of a magnifying glass."
"How much have you used the unit?"
"Twice."
"For how long?"
"Maybe ten or fifteen minutes each time. Why?"
A slight pause. "Mr Fields, it is my duty to inform you of the
warnings which you did not read. It seems there are adverse effects of
using the Inspirer 2000 for more than twenty minutes at a time. The
radiation from its transmission waves is in particular harmful to human
tissue."
"What does that mean?" I asked, bewildered.
"Just don't use the unit any more today. It's dangerous to use it for
more than twenty minutes a day. The radiation exposure..."
"That's the second time you've said that. What does it *mean*?"
Click. Dial tone. He had hung up.
* * *
Still no inspiration, even after half an hour of working with a
device guaranteed to make me inspired. And it was about eight-thirty--
time for me to go to work. So I dressed and hopped in my car, driving to
London and my office.
Midway there, I felt the seatbelt becoming a little tight. So I pulled
it off and put it back in, trying to ignore the feeling that I had put on my
belt just a little too small this morning. Maybe I had been disturbed more
than I thought.
Riding the elevator up to the twelfth floor where my office was
located, I kept feeling strange--I was shorter than everyone else in the
elevator by a few inches. I couldn't explain it.
I greeted everyone while passing by in the hallways of my
corporate building. Was it just me or did my voice sound a little higher
and softer?
I suddenly felt like my trousers were going to split. I went to the
lavatory and walked into a stall. Fortunately nobody else was using the
bathroom, so no one heard me give a soft, high-pitched shriek when I saw
my hairless legs, large butt, and--a few seconds later--my empty crotch. A
small tuft of hair had replaced my masculine genitals. What the hell was
going on?
I pulled my trousers back on and decided to go take the rest of the
day off when I tripped. Long blond hair flew into my face and my mouth.
Brushing it out, I took off my shoes to see that my feet had been
transformed as well: they were now smoother and smaller.
I felt a tightening in my chest, as if something were trying to push
its way through. Female breasts, I knew. I had to get out of my office
before they burst through my shirt. I ran to my boss's office.
"Uh...I need to take the day off."
"Sure, Dave. What's the problem? What's with the blond wig?"
"I can't really explain."
"I say, you do sound terrible. Go on, I'll see you tomorrow."
* * *
I had got back into my car before I felt my breasts becoming a
problem. They had grown to a B-cup, I noticed, and had not yet pushed
through my shirt. The buttons were beginning to become a little strained. I
looked in the overhead mirror and almost collided with another car when I
saw my reflection. I had become fragile, delicate, and feminine. My lips
had become fuller, my nose softer. My long blond hair fit in perfectly. My
eyes had also become a rather charming shade of blue.
Upon getting home to my flat, I tore off my shirt and saw my
breasts. They were steadily growing to C-cup size. If I were to stay this
way, I'd need new clothes, and a bra. These breasts were getting to be a
nuisance.
I needed to call tech support at Inspirationz and find out how to
reverse this process. Unfortunately, all their lines were busy. They said it
would be another 45 or so minutes before one of their representatives
would be able to speak with me. So I put that on hold while I pondered
what to do.
I had to get some clothes. This was no way to work--a woman in
men's clothes. Sitting there in just my underwear was not a good way to
live. But I couldn't go out shopping, so I decided to do it over the Internet.
I ordered some women's clothes and had them delivered next day.
* * *
I lay on my bed, naked. My female form was visible to everyone
and I had not been able to contact the Inspirationz tech support, so I was
stuck this way. At least for the time being.
I was still mildly surprised every time I tried to search for my male
organs and discovered them missing. Eventually (actually it didn't take too
much time) I discovered one of the pleasures of being a woman. And I
mean *pleasures*. I don't want to go into it now...your primitive male
minds could never understand such things. Finally, from the ecstatic state I
was in, I fell asleep.
I woke up next morning, still naked, on my bed. The clock read
11:36 A.M. The day was almost half gone, so I peeked open my door to
see if the postal service had delivered my clothes. Sure enough, outside
was a parcel containing them. I found several bras, skirts, blouses, dresses,
panties and all items of feminine apparel that there were.
I took a pair of panties and slid them onto me, almost melting away
from the sexy feeling of it all. Then after a little practise I managed to put
a silky bra around my new breasts. Over it all went a light blue dress with
a skirt that went to my knees and I was set to go explore the world as a
woman.
[To be continued]
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