Her Spell Part Two
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Okay, now I?ll lighten up. This is something I?ve been
playing around with for awhile, and it is possible to get
male sims into a feminine shape and clothing with
careful alteration of game files. The rest is pure fantasy
and only meant for entertainment. Enjoy.
Maggie
SIMMED
BY
MAGGIE FINSON
Robert Hugot was what anyone would call a Sims fanatic. He
had all the games the company had put out, and the upgrades
for those. Bob frequented Sim related sites on the net to find
even more software he could download to do more fun and
interesting things with his little families of sims and all their
neighbors.
Lately, he had even started enjoying one of his more private
habits with the game, crossdressing. Bob had a small collection
of very nice feminine clothes, wigs, shoes, and lingerie, and had
wondered if he could get the characters in the game to experience
similar things. After a little fiddling around with the clothing and
body files of his characters, much to his pleasure the male sims
he ran could be given women?sheads, hair, faces, and clothing.
Even a female body if he was careful about how it was set up in
the system.
?Bob,? his wife?s voice intruded on the dreams of what he was
going to do to the poor male sims he could now totally feminize.
?Are you still playing that game??
?Yeah,? he answered, quickly shifting the screen back to a view
of the neighborhood he had created for his femdommed she-male
sims. ?I just can?t seem to get enough of it. It?s really addictive.?
Clarissa vented a half tolerant sigh. In the seven years she had
been married to Bob the only real complaint she could find about
him was the tendency he showed for becoming obsessed with
something new on his computer. ?Well just don?t forget to go to
work today,? she teased.
?Ahh, honey,? Bob shut down the game and stood to give her a
kiss. ?You know I?d never skip work over a game.?
?I know that, hon,? Clarissa grinned up at her husband and winked.
?It?s just that sometimes you get into that thing so much I almost
expect to find an empty chair in front of your computer and see a
little you wandering through the neighborhoods you build on the
screen.?
Bob thought about that posibility with a tiny inner shudder of
mixed desire and distaste. He really didn?t want to be subjected
to what he was doing to his male characters in the game right now,
even if it was fun to imagine he was the one being transformed
and feminized. He was a male and loved his wife a lot, with no
real desire to be under a Domme?s hard thumb while dressed in
women?s clothing. ?I?ll try and stay away from it a little more,
sweetheart,? he promised while heading out the door for his
successful computer store.
?Just enjoy it, darling,? she called after him, knowing that the
obsession with the game would fade in time, but also thinking
that it would be a good thing if she could hasten that along.
Or at least get her husband to open up about his ?secret
pastimes? and what he really was doing with the game. She
had discovered Bob?s cache of feminine garments and wigs the
first year of their marriage, but held back from a confrontation
in the hopes that he would tell her on his own.
So far, that hadn?t happened, and she desperately wished to
find a way to tell him she knew and would even participate with
him if he would only let her.
With a sigh, she sat down at his computer and entered the
password he didn?t know she had. Being a software engineer
gave her a good living, and lots of little tools to bring home and
try out on her own computer.
Pulling up the latest save on the game Bob was so involved in at
the present, she rapidly scanned the alterations he had made in
the files with a small quirk of a smile. ?My, oh my, Robert, you?ve
been a very bad boy, and inventive, too.?
She watched her husband?s altered males live under the thumbs
of dominant females, or even become actual females with husbands
and children for a while before closing the program and getting
directly into the files that ran it.
?I think this will add some interest for you darling,? giggling, she
inserted a disc in the CD drive and began transferring its data into
the execute files of the game. ?Once you?ve used this program,
I kind of think the game will be considerably less interesting for you.?
Any second thoughts she might have over using her ?cure or kill?
program faded at memories of Bob stumbling off to work or to
some family get together bleary eyed from an all night session
with the game or downloading more files to use with it.
Clarissa genuinely feared for her husband?s health if he kept
that up, and hoped this would wean him from the near constant
involvement with the game when he was home.
Once her new application had loaded, and the triggers were set
up, she shut down his system and carefully laid out the ?gifts?
she had brought home for Bob the previous day.
* * *
Bob returned home from the store he owned and operated with
the satisfied feeling of having had a very good day. Both in a
business and personal sense. The store was doing so well he
was thinking of opening another one in the new mall providing
the rent and other overhead costs weren?t prohibitive. On the
personal side, he carried a package that contained a new memory
upgrade for his system. One that would enhance the 3D video files
and sound files he already had. Installing it would take less than
a hour and the resulting upgrade would allow his system to use
the new VR equipment and programs that had just started
hitting the market.
Noting the package on his desk in the den, Bob decided to check
it out after installing the new memory upgrade to his top of the
line system, and reached for the tool kit so he could begin opening
up the cabinet of his computer.
* * *
Forty-five minutes later the upgrade had been installed, tested, and
was working wonderfully. Satisfied, Bob turned his attention to the
package resting on his desk. A note in Clarissa?s handwriting was
attached to it.
?Darling,
I?ll be working really late on a new project for the next few nights,
sorry about that, but you know how my job goes. Anyway, I got
hold of some things that should work on your system and give
you a lot more fun in your gaming. Have fun with your new toys,
Bob. I love you.
Clarissa?
Bob opened the package to discover what looked like a pair of wrap
around sun glasses with extra heavy frames, a CD, a wiring harness
and adapter so the gear could plug into his already existing USB
ports.
?Wow,? he breathed in admiration while holding the glasses up
for a closer examination. ?these have to be those new VR glasses
Clarissa was telling me about.?
It was only a matter of minutes to connect the equipment and have
it ready to run. Bob inserted the earplugs into his ears, set the
glasses on the tip of his nose so he could see to start the disc that
had come with the new equipment, then settled back with the
glasses firmly covering his eyes, temples, and the bridge of his nose.
The credits and intro seemed to swim around him, and he was able
to reach out and actually touch the options he wished to use. One
question asked if he wished to use the full memory capacity of his
computer for the program, and he immediately touched the yes icon
floating in front of him. He then chose the program he wished to run
in the VR setting - The Sims, of course - and sat back to wait for things
to get started.
* * *
Clarissa?s IM beeped for attention as she worked, there really was a
new project she was involved in that was requiring extra hours. She
had simply neglected to tell Bob that he was, in essence, a beta tester
for the project. Selecting the connection to IM, she received a screen
view of what was happening to her husband and prepared to take the
active role in this particular virtual reality excursion through her own
system at work linked to the mainframe supporting the VR project.
?Okay, Bob,? she breathed as the screen for the game came up,
?This is going to really give your sims minds of their own, and put
you in the pasenger seat through the whole trip. Enjoy, darling.?
Unknown to her, the new memory upgrade in Bob?s home system
added just the one increment of power required to make the
whole VR experience into something more than just a game.
When she chose the command for total interface, the glasses
sent physically harmless light rays into Bobs eyes, and on
through to the man?s entire nervous system through the newly
devised light connection link or LCL that the glasses used.
In nanoseconds, Bob?s mind, memories, and finally body, were
sucked into his own system, transferred by the DSL link to her
own office system, then shunted into the mainframe with all the
data from his game setup. Unaware of this because the alarms failed
to register anything wrong with the huge chunks of data the
mainframe was receiving and no ill effects were being broadcast
from the primary subject?s system, Clarissa began the program.
* * *
All Bob noticed was a moment of disorientation before things
snapped back into focus. He found himself in the character
creation menu, but was in the character box instead of outside.
An attempt to abort failed, and panic began to slowly work its
way into his mind.
?HELLO, BOB,? Clarissa?s magnified voice reverberated through
the chamber. ?YOU?VE ALREADY TRIED THE USER ABORT ROUTINE
AND FAILED, HAVEN?T YOU, HONEY? DON?T WORRY, THIS TEST RUN
IS HARMLESS. I JUST THOUGHT YOU?D GET A KICK OUT OF
RIDING THROUGH SOME OF THE THINGS YOU?VE LIVED YOUR
FANTASIES OUT WITH IN THE GAME. RELAX AND ENJOY THE RIDE,
DEAR. I?M IN COMPLETE CONTROL AND WON?T LET
ANYTHING GET SO OUT OF HAND THAT YOU GET HURT. THIS
PROGRAM IS DESIGNED TO GIVE YOU THE FEEL OF A REAL
EXPERIENCE, BUT REMEMBER THAT IT ISN?T REAL. HAVE FUN.?
Bob relaxed - marginally, awed at the detail and very real feel
of everything around him. His senses told him that he was in
some kind of large cabinet with no way out, but he put his trust
in Clarissa and began to relax. Until the first string of changes
began to hit him.
He felt his head, face, and hair change each time the next head
option was chosen by his wife. The elastic feeling of changing
features, along with the sudden itch of lengthening hair, or the
absolutely weird sensation of hair being sucked back up into his
scalp was beginning to make him ill when it stopped.
His head felt heavy, his features immobile and a reaching hand
confirmed his initial fear. His head was now made of metal - she
had given him the Robot Maid?s head!
His body went through the same elastic, sickening stretching and
pulling until it too halted with him feeling the weight of metal all
around. Lifting a hand, Bob saw that it was now an articulated,
feminine looking gauntlet instead of flesh and blood. His moan
of delighted fear came out in a mechanical sounding soprano
and he actually felt servo?s activating as he moved.
A mirror formed in the wall he faced, showing the newly formed
Robot Maid his new body. Brushed aluminum, steel, plastic and
glass in the form of a lovely young woman in a short maid?s uniform.
All of it metal, down to the tiny lace cap on top of the his metal
head.
?WELL,? Clarissa?s voice held amusement. ?DO YOU THINK YOU?D
ENJOY SEVERAL SUBJECTIVE DAYS AS ROBERTA THE ROBOT MAID??
Bob, or Roberta, shook his head in denial and hoped she got the
message. He had no real liking for the form she had given him, and
really didn?t wish to find himself in some household compelled to
clean, straighten, cook, and whatever else all day and night long
for who knew how many days. ?No, Clarissa, please get me out
of this shape.?
?OH, I SUPPOSE NOT. LET?S TRY SOMETHING ELSE, THEN.?
The fluid, shifting hit him again, only to end with his head and face
that of a lovely young blonde with super long, thick hair tied back
in a long ponytail that cascaded down his still metallic back like a
golden waterfall.
?OOH, I LIKE THAT,? Clarissa crooned. ?PRETTY, SEXY, AND REAL
FEMININE. I THINK WE?LL LEAVE YOUR HEAD RIGHT THERE,
DEAR. NOW LET?S FIND YOU A BODY TO GO WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL
HAIR AND FACE.?
The almost sickly fluid feeling run through his body again until it
stopped with him wearing a tight black miniskirt, heels, and a pink
tank top. His breasts were enormous, and his bottom and hips huge.
Bob drew in a cautious breath and actually felt the weight of what
had to be a pair of 52DD?s or larger, shift with the action.
?NOW THAT?S NICE,? Clarissa chuckled. ?I COULD NAME YOU COW
AND HAVE YOU NURSING BABIES ALL DAY LONG WITH THOSE
MAGNIFICENT KNOCKERS, HONEY. YOU?D NEVER RUN DRY, I?M
SURE.?
It wasn?t a prospect Bob was anxious to contemplate, let alone try.
So it was actually a relief to feel his body shifting again. Until it
stopped with him wearing a vintage 1870?s dress complete with
corset, petticoats, and period shoes.
?NOW I LIKE THAT,? she admitted. ?YOU COULD GO TO ONE OF
THOSE ANTIQUE HOUSES YOU?VE SET UP, YOU KNOW WITH THE
GAS LIGHTS, CANDLES, KEROSENE LAMPS AND ANTIQUE APPLIANCES.
YOU?D MAKE THE PERFECT LITTLE HOUSEWIFE FOR SOMEONE LIKE
YOU ARE NOW. WOULDN?T THAT BE FUN??
The rustle of tafetta accompanied his every move as he examined the
tight bodice of the green striped gown he was wearing. The sleeves
were equally tight and limited him to slow, careful motions with his
arms. The enveloping skirts not only rustled when he moved, they
hampered any kind of rapid movement he tried.
?BUT I REALLY KNOW WHICH OUTFITS ARE YOUR FAVORITES,
DEAR,? she admitted, and the lurching shifts started again. ?SO I?LL
GO RIGHT TO THEM NOW. WE?VE EXPERIMENTED WITH OTHERS
ENOUGH, DON?T YOU AGREE??
Bob found himself as a large breasted (not huge) woman wearing a
fifties style red and white polka dot dress of a satiny material that
rustled quite fetchingly with every move he made. The mid calf skirt
stood out from the stiffened petticoats underneath it, and his breasts
were held snugly by a conical bra that made them look like a set of
torpedoes aimed wherever he pointed his body.
The half-length sleeves with their turned back cuffs of white satin
were snug but not confining, and the three inch heeled pumps on
his dainty feet actually felt comfortable. A white Peter-Pan collar
wrapped his throat which was also graced with a pearl choker.
Quite suddenly, his name was Evelyn. Evelyn Louise Pratt. no
matter how he tried, though he knew his name had been
something else, he couldn?t recall it.
?OKAY, EVELYN,? Clarissa giggled. ?LET?S GET YOUR PERSONALITY
TRAITS SET UP. BY THE WAY, DON?T YOU JUST ADORE YOUR NEW
NAME?
LET?S SEE...? she mumbled while beginning to select the categories
and apportion points to them.
Evelyn Louise Pratt ended up as a very neat person, a bit shy, active
enough to keep up with the housework he loved doing, and excelled
at cooking and cleaning. Career-wise, Evelyn was unemployed -
which translated into housewife.
?NOW I?LL JUST SET YOUR DEFAULT NUDE TO FEMALE,? Clarissa
said as much to herself as to the newly christened Evelyn, ?YOUR
DEFAULT PAJAMAS TO THIS LOVELY LITTLE CHEMISE NIGHTIE, AND
YOUR DEFAULT SWIMSUIT TO THIS GORGEOUS RED NUMBER THAT
SHOWS OFF YOUR FIGURE SO WELL.
When those operations were finished, Evelyn was fully female and
locked into the role of a fifties-style traditional housewife.
?SO MY CUTE, SEXY LITTLE DONNA REED TYPE HOUSEWIFE
NEEDS A FAMILY, DOESN?T SHE?? Clarissa began rapidly selecting
options for other members of the Pratt family. Husband, son, daughter,
and infant twins, one of each sex. ?THERE, NOW I?LL BUILD AND
FURNISH A NICE LITTLE SUBURBAN HOUSE FOR YOU AND YOUR
NEW FAMILY AND LET YOU GET SETTLED IN.?
* * *
Evelyn sighed with a contentment that she really didn?t feel while
waxing the tiled kitchen floor until it shone. Her husband was at
work, the twins were sleeping, and the older kids were in school.
Which gave her time to get caught up on all the little things that
had been ignored since she had given birth to Barry and Jennifer.
Now that the kitchen floor had been finished, her hands literally
itched to begin that dusting in the front hall and living room.
Then there was the vacuuming...
* * *
Clarissa had decided that the test run had been a great success.
Bob was now in the role of a very content and traditional housewife
and mother, and proving to be very good at it, as the behavior
and personality programming had intended. It was time to bring
him back.
She took the quit with save option, then extracted Bob from the
program. As he was removed from the tranquil house and perfect
little family she had given him, another glitch showed up.
The system began searching for the saved file that had been the
original Bob as Evelyn was extracted from the game setting and
returned to real life.
When Clarissa returned home that next morning after more hours
of analysis and self congratulations over her resounding success,
she was met with the smell of frying bacon, eggs, and toast. A
cheery, feminine voice greeted her. ?Hello, darling, did you have
a good day at work??
Heels clicking on the freshly polished kitchen floor, Evelyn turned
to greet her spouse and welcome Clarissa home.
End
Mara
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