David And Diane
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David to Diane
by Katahn
It was around 7pm when Dave finally rolled into the driveway of the home he shared
with his wife Natalie. The sky was still a bright blue, with the wispy-streaky white-
gray clouds that are the usual harbingers of a coming spring storm. His work at
Kennotek had kept him late, again. He hoped this would provoke a fight with Nat,
again. She hated the fact that work usually kept him late, almost as much as she
hated his love of all things science-fiction.
"That stuff is for kids!" she had shrieked at him on more than one occasion.
Privately Dave wondered why she even married him as nothing he ever did seemed
to make her happy. Natalie was the third daughter of a fairly wealthy family and was
one of those women that went to college to get her "MRS" as opposed to a degree.
Apparently somewhere she had gotten into her head that engineers made good
money (this was true) and would therefore be good marriageable material (this often
was not - unless one was prepared to handle the geek factor inherent in most
engineers - and David in particular.)
Well, Dave pulled into the driveway of their modest home, and it didn't take him
long to notice three things.
First: A stack of luggage on the front step.
Second: A note of some kind on the front door.
Third: His prize collection of "Babylon 5" DVD's burning on the front lawn on a
demented parody of some ancient pagan altar. This, if nothing else, almost brought
him to tears.
He lept out of his car with as much grace as a forty-something year old man who is
roughly 100 pounds overweight could manage, which is to say: not much grace at
all. For a few frantic moments he tried to put out the fire, but soon gave up when he
saw that there was just no saving them. He stormed to the front door to discover
they were locked tight.
Nearly incoherent with rage, he fumbled with his keys trying to open the door. He
dropped them twice as his coordination seemed to have gone with the rest of
normalcy and left no forwarding address. Despite that, however, he did manage to
get the right key in the door to discover that Natalie had evidently had the locks
changed.
For the next few moments he banged on the door as loudly and forcibly as he could
until he gave up from sheer exhaustion. He collapsed on the front step wheezing as
his under-used lungs and heart strove mightily to catch up with the strange demands
being placed on them. While his body recovered from the strain, David glanced up
and grabbed the note tacked to the door.
Dear Shithead,
I'm fed up. For ten years I've tried to make you into a real man, and have failed. So,
I am leaving you in hopes of finding a real man out there who can treat me like a real
woman! The locks are changed and I'm going away for the week. When I come
back I expect that my lawyer will have delivered the papers to you and if you sign
them before I return then I won't take you for everything you own, except for the
house that is - that's mine.
With hate,
Natalie
ps - I destroyed that childish collection of science-fiction you owned. Maybe now
you will get a real life!
For nearly an hour, Dave sat there stunned. He knew that Nat wasn't happy, but he
never expected this! He eventually scooped up his belongings and deposited them
into the trunk of his car, and drove to a nearby hotel where he got a room to stay the
night.
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Room secured, Dave needed to get out. Whenever he was depressed he could
usually fight it by going to Nobles & Barnes bookstore and rummaging through the
science fiction section, sometimes he'd even find something new. Other times he'd
go to the mall, usually to visit the RPG (role-playing games) store Parkwalk and
Boardplace and rummage thorugh their stack of games (gaming being his second
love after pure science fiction.) This time he decided he needed to be even farther
away from reality than normal, and Parkwalk and Boardplace was the destination.
The mall wasn't terribly crowded, after all it was a Tuesday, so Dave was able to
find a decent parking spot without much difficulty. He walked about the mall,
mostly in his own space. As he wandered he saw a new store called "Spells R'Us"
and decided to take a look - maybe it was a new gaming store. He opened the door
to the store and as he walked in he was greeted by an old man busily selling some
sort of liquid in a vial to another geeky-looking guy.
"Sorry Dave, you have to leave. I'm not in this story." the old man said brusquely.
Without even really thinking about it, Dave turned around and left. Shaking himself
out of a daze he turned around to walk back in and discovered that the store wasn't
there anymore!
"Must be day-dreaming..." he muttered to himself.
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The rest of the week went by in a blur for Dave. Work, home, sleep, work, home,
sleep...and so on. Eventually his funk was noticed by his manager Tom.
"Dave, I think you should take a few days off to get your head together." Tom told
him gently after he called him into his office.
Dave shook his head. "What would be the point Tom? I've got nowhere to go
anyway."
"Dave, don't make me order you to take a vacation. You haven't had one in nearly
five years." Tom was concerned about his friend, Dave was usually a pretty
introverted guy but he was withdrawn even by his standards!
Dave aquiessed and gathered up his stuff. Tom had talked him into taking a month
off, and nearly ordered him to go fly to some tropical resort for some sun and surf.
"Sure thing," Dave said under his breath "the great white whale on the beach! I'll be
lucky to avoid being harpooned or 'rescued'" he snorted to himself.
However, since he had little else to do, he did drive back to the mall to go visit a
travel agency. As he walked in he once again saw the sign for "Spells R'Us" and
tried to walk in again, suddenly curious at the randomly appearing shop.
Moments later he was back outside, having been chased out by a strange old man in
a blue bathrobe who instisted he wanted nothing to do with this story! "Story?"
Dave thought to himself. "What on earth was he talking about?"
He might have tried to figure it out, but he caught sight of the travel agent he wanted
to visit and resolved to get back to the mystery of the store later.
Meanwhile, back in the shop the wizard cursed at the sky "Katahn! If I've told you
once, I've told you a million times! LEAVE ME OUT OF YOUR HALF-BAKED
STORIES!"
From beyond the pages, Katahn wrote back "Aw, come on! Everyone enjoy's a
good Spells R'Us story and you might actually do something good for that poor
schmoe! Besides which, we all * know * that this is a TG story and sooner or later
he's going to be transformed into some totally sexy 18-year old girl who will
discover true joy as she gets to cut loose in ways she never could as a guy!"
The wizard stared back at Katahn, in a way that made even the nearly omnipotent
author wince, and shook his finger at him and said in a very stern voice "And didn't
it occur to you that maybe such pieces of drivel do great injustice to TG folks out
there who are really in pain? This Dave fellow doesn't need to be turned into a
woman! He needs to be locked in the gym with Billy Blanks or Richard Simmons!"
Sheepishly the author replied "Well, I suppose I have been a little rough on him.
But if I don't make this a TG fiction somehow it'll never make it to Fictionmania!
Besides, I've actually known someone not too unlike our portly protagonist."
"Well, whatever happens, just leave me out of it! Ok?"
"Sure, sure, whatever you say. Sheesh."
Satisfied that he had told the author a thing or too the wizard walked back into his
shop. "I've been in some nice, high quality pieces of work - there's no way I'm going
to keep popping up every time some hackneyed writer thinks he needs a plot device!
I'm calling my agent!" And with that, both the wizard and the shop popped out of
this story for good.
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While the wizard and the author had been arguing, Dave had been making excellent
time getting his vacation arranged. Thankfully he had maintained his own bank
accounts and so in her temper tantrum Nat had been unable to savage them as she
had their joint account. He walked out of the shop with a round-trip ticket to
Orlando and plans for two weeks of fun touring the various theme parks down
there.
However, on his way home, Dave's string of bad luck continued. He got a flat tire
while taking a shortcut home and was forced to pull off to the side of the road.
Looking around he noticed that he was stranded in front of some kind of water park
named "Bikini Beach." Standing outside the gates was a line of absolutely beautiful
women in a wide variety of (mostly skimpy) bathing suits. Unfortunately, Dave was
also painfully shy and couldn't muster the courage to go and ask them to use their
telephone. So he elected to use his cell phone instead.
It took nearly 1/2 hour for the tow truck to arrive. The entire experience might have
been pleasant for a guy in Dave's predicament, after all it seemed that a criteria for
going to the waterpark was being both young and beautiful, but for Dave it was
torturous. He kept feeling like all these women were staring at him and thinking
"what a pervert" or somesuch.
Tire eventually repaired, and credit card hit again, Dave was soon back to the
apartment complex where he had leased a small one-bedroom apartment. Sighing in
relief, he sat down in front of his brand-new widescreen tv and put in the DVD for
the 1st season of "B-5" as he called it.
'Manoman' Dave thought 'that Delenn is sure beautiful - I wish I could meet
someone like her.'
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The next morning, the first full day of Dave's vacation, was gray and rainy. Despite
that, Dave was generally looking forward to going to Florida on vacation. The drive
to the airport was uneventful, and he got onto his flight without further incident. In
Orlando his brand-new rental-car got him to his hotel also without incident. The
week in Florida flew by, and Dave barely ate or slept as he was swept up in the fun
he was having. It was even enough to get him to forget (mostly) how he had been
dumped by Nat.
His last night in Florida he stumbled back to his hotel room, completely exhausted,
and fell into a dreamless sleep. A few hours later his repose was interrupted by an
explosion from out in front of the hotel. Scared half-to-death, Dave ran to the
window and looked out to see a smoldering crater where his rented Ford Taurus had
been.
"Perfect,...just perfect." he threw on some pants and walked outside. Car alarms
were going off all over the place and the police were showing up just as he was
assesing the damage to his car. In the center of the wreckage was a small metal box
with some strange alien writing on it. However, before he could investigate, the
police showed up and brusquely told him to get back. The strange box was taken as
evidence only later mysteriously disappear.
Dave was back home when two men dressed in suits that screamed "government
spook" knocked on his door.
A very blearly Dave opened the door, not having fully recuperated from the
previous week's vacation. "Yes?" he croaked out.
"Mr. Dunkirk? I'm special agent D, this is special agent C, we'd like to ask you
some questions about your rental car last week."
"What about it? Insurance covered it I thought?"
"Yes Mr. Dunkirk, it did. We wanted to ask you about the meteorite that struck it.
What can you tell us?"
Dave shrugged. "Not much. Police shooed me away before I could check it out."
C spoke up "So you never touched it?"
"Nope. Why?"
"No reason sir" D interjected. "Thank you for your time." The two turned to leave
as Dave staggered back into his house.
"This is incredible, I think we actually have found a PolyMorphic Unit that hasn't
been used." C said enthusiastically as they got in their spook-mobile.
"Yes C," D observed dryly. "Hopefully we can figure it out and how to transform
everyone back to their true forms."
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Somewhere in the mists of the cosmos, a small elfin figure padded silently up to a
mysterious robed figure. "Excuse me daddy...but how many TG stories are you
going to rip off before you are done?"
The robed figure turned to the young girl and replied "Dearest Jessica, my darling
daughter, I have only begun to plagarize!"
Jessice looked up through her bright hazel eyes and pushed some of her blonde
hair to one side and said "But aren't the readers getting a little tired of this you
think? I mean they are looking for some sort of actual...I don't
know....TRANSFORMATION!"
Katahn let off a heavy sigh and said "Ok, ok, I'll see what I can do."
Jessica smiled brightly and with a wave of her hand created a glowing door-shaped
portal that she lept through. "Mommy! Daddy should be getting to it soon..."
Behind her the portal snapped shut, cutting her off in mid-sentence.
Katahn thought to himself for a few moments. "How do I transform him? He's too
shy to go to Bikini Beach, the wizard is already pissed at me and if I bug him again
I'm likely to get sued (or toad he thought with dark humor), my rip-off of the MAU
has been long-since taken by government agents. I know! Maybe he could be a
mutant!"
At this, a bolt of lighting flew out of the darkness and struck the author clean in the
chest, knocking him back some 20 feet. "No! Absolutely not!" screamed the very
female voice walking out of the shadows.
Wincing in pain, and groaning as he got up, Katahn turned to his previous creation
"Now Marci, no need to get upset. I won't make him a mutant, I promise!"
Stormchilde glared at him, electricity arcing up and down her person as she
contemplated using the rest of her stored energy to turn Katahn into a crispy critter.
"Ok, but that's the last chance I'm giving you. This guy's had enough happen to him
without you fucking his life up even more!" And with that she pivoted on her heals
and stomped off into the darkness.
Katahn muttered darkly to himself. "Well, this story is already completely
ridiculous. I might just as well ask Dave what he wants..." and with that he vanished
in a flash of light.
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Only to appear in front of nearly naked Dave, sitting in his corpulent glory while
scratching himself and watching "Jerry Springer" on TV. "What the Hell?" Dave
cried out at the sight of the author appearing before him.
"Hi Dave. I'm Katahn and I'm your author."
"What? Are you a Q?"
"Nah, the Q were part of a story but they weren't the authors. The authors created
the Q..."
"Ok...." Dave was wary.
"Anyway Dave, this is a trans-gender piece that I decided to bang out to satisfy
some requests for more stories I got. You got to be the main character."
"When did this happen?"
"Oh about the time your wife decided to leave you." Katahn smiled brightly.
"YOU COMPLETE BASTARD" and in a suprising move of grace and agility he
started to beat the living shit out of Katahn. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" he
screamed while continuing to pummel the now unconscious author.
It was about then that Dave came to his senses. He moved quietly over to the
telephone and called the police to report an intruder.
When Katahn woke up he was in the hospital with about a dozen or so bandages
and tubes covering and going in and out of him. "Ungh" he intelligently got out.
The nurse, looking like "Buela" from the "Porky's" movie was changing his bed-
pan. "Well hi there" she said with a cheeriness and brightness that belied her harsh
appearance. "Do you remember what happened?"
Katahn sat up through a haze of pain, although fortunately (since he was the author
after all!) his now conscious mind quickly started about regenerating his very
damaged body. He tried very hard to be angry at that no-good David Kirkpatrick,
but he did admit if the circumstances were reversed he would have done the same
thing.
"Um, yeah. I do. By the way, you should go buy a lottery ticket you know, you're
going to win the big one tonight!" Katahn said cheerfully to the nice nurse who now
looked like she stepped out of a centerfold and into a nurse's uniform.
"Of course I do! What was I thinking?" and in a near-panic the now-gorgeous
woman dashed out.
"Well," Katahn thought to himself, "that takes care of her - now for the inestimable
David Kirkpatrick."
Katahn materialized outside of David's apartment and knocked on the door. He was
dressed as a UPS delivery man and changed in his appearance so that Dave wouldn't
recognize him. The unshaven man answered the door in his bathrobe and said
"Yes?"
Katahn just smiled at him and vanished in a flash of light.
Suddenly David felt...odd. No other real word for it. All around him he felt the
world spinning and twisting. Come to think of it, his insides were twisting as well. It
wasn't really painful, but it was alarming. Then, in a wave of vertigo, he collapsed
behind his recently shut door.
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David woke up confused. He suddenly had an additional set of memories, those of
being a young woman named Diane. He looked around and his apartment was also
completely differant. It was clean first off, and had a stunning array of book-cases
devoted to holding a truly awesome selection of science fiction.
*** Now he can't say I didn't do him a favor *** thought the author.
David, now Diane, would have been very happy to be in a suddenly clean apartment
stacked to near-overflowing with class sci-fi of all shapes and kinds, but
unfortunately she was having a bit of trouble getting past the "I'm a woman?!?"
stage of the transformation.
Her hands went first to his chest. He found that his new(?) breasts were a nice B-
cup and apparently very sensitive as she let out a soft gasp of pleasure as she
explored them through the very flimsy nighty she was now wearing.
Next...her hands slid down slowly, almost fearful on their own beyond the anxieties
of their owner, to where her manhood was. Sure enough, nothing but very feminine
mound there. The fact that her hands slid down past a very athletically trim belly and
body only barely registered in Diane's mind. Overcome by curiousity, she tried to
look down and feel around, and inadvertently started "double-clicking her own
mouse." Within a few scant moments she had collapsed again, this time as a result
of the breaking waves of her first female orgasm.
As she sat there panting in a sheen of sweat, she started remembering that she was
now a student at the local state university enrolled in the art program, with dreams of
becoming an animator or special effects person. A quick glance at the time
confirmed that she had about an hour before her class and her new(?) memories told
her she had just enough time to get ready if she hurried.
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"Dear" came the voice of Katahn's wife "you call that an ending? Its ridiculous!"
"Ophelia my darling," Katahn shot back over his shoulder "this story was already
pretty much ruined after about the first paragraph. Not much more I could do to it!"
"Oh? What about a cheesy ending where your wife yells at you?"
"Yeah, that would be bad. Good thing I didn't do that, isn't it?"
"Dear?"
"Yes Ophelia?"
"You already have."
Fin.
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