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A story of a machine I am sure we would all like to get our
hands on.
Who Do You Want To Be Today?
By Catherine
1
I got the call at about three in the morning, waking me.
?Sir, this is Helena, Dr. Strauss? assistant here in
Austria? He spoke very highly of you.?
?He spoke? Has something happened??
?Yes, he passed away earlier today, and you are mentioned
in his will, I never realized he knew anyone outside of
Austria.?
?Well, it was a long time ago; we worked on a research
project together.? I said.
?I will fax you a few papers, and they should arrive by the
time you wake, I?m sorry sir.?
?It?s okay; please send my condolences to his family.?
?He didn?t have anyone, you will receive the bulk of his
estates worth, and the manor will go to his charity.?
?Just let me know if I can do anything.?
?Certainly sir.?
I tried to return to sleep, but it was futile, I rose and
started working on the computer when the fax machine began
to whir and spit out documents. I read them over for
several minutes. He left me 3 million dollars! Wow! And it
also said to expect a few deliveries in the coming days.
I sat there remembering how I had met Dr. Strauss. Someone
had hired me to assassinate him actually, but after
researching him, like I do all of my targets, I developed a
respect for the man and his work. He spent most of his time
helping children, but he did do some shady side work for
eastern European governments.
Going against every principle of my profession I set up a
meeting with him at his research facility in Vienna. I told
him someone had hired me to kill him, but I could not do
it. Predictably, we became very good friends, and I
actually finished the job I was sent to do. But I ended the
life of the person who contracted his killing, an evil
rival who was hell bent on destroying Dr. Strauss? life and
work for monetary gain.
I spent the rest of the day working on my new house. I
bought the cavernous mansion on the spot when I first saw
it. It sat on top of a hill overlooking several hundred
acres, it was very secluded, and was only a half an hour
from the international airport and downtown.
2
The first package arrived two days later in the mail; it
was a box of papers and legal documents. It also contained
a letter from him written before his death, I read:
My dear friend,
I am writing this because I am certain my time is
near. You are the only person I truly trust, and have
been a true friend. I owe you my life, and although
you would never take my money, only my thanks, you
cannot say no now.
I am leaving you the bulk of my estate, do with it
what you wish. I am also leaving you with my secrets,
things no one knows about, they are dangerous if they
fall into the wrong hands, and you are the only one I
can trust.
Please be careful, and I trust you will always do the
right thing, which is why I am leaving them to you,
because you are the most moral, ethical, and
incorruptible person I have ever met. Get married,
have children, it is the only thing that can make you
truly happy. I lived and died single, and it is the
only thing I regret.
God bless.
Dr. Johan Strauss
The code is 1290483272103390111
If I only could have seen him before he passed, I thought.
I heard a knock at the front door, so I answered it.
?Hello.? I said.
?I have a delivery for you sir.?
?Where is it??
?On the truck.?
?Well, bring it on in.?
?I don?t think it will fit through the door sir.?
?Well, let me show you the cargo entrance.? I told him as
he followed me to the garage; I opened the door and then
opened the two large doors into the house. ?Will it fit
through here??
?Yes sir.? He said. He left the garage and soon was backing
the truck up to the garage. His partner opened the bay
doors of the truck and a huge crate was driven out on a
forklift through the cargo doors and into the large room
designed for unpacking items before moving them indoors. I
directed them over to a workroom set off from the large
room.
?What is it, do you know??
?No sir, but it has the best lock I?ve ever seen on it, so
whatever it is, it?s important. If you will sign right
here, we will be on our way.? He said. I signed it and
pulled out two hundred dollar bills and handed them to him.
?Thank you sir.?
?You are very welcome, thank you.?
After they had left and the doors were closed and locked, I
started punching in the code from the letter into the lock
on the crate. When I pressed in the last digit, the lock on
the crate popped open so I pried off the top and sides and
tossed them outside. I pulled off a protective blanket and
I still had no idea just what in the hell it was. I saw a
bound journal sitting near the silver tube of a structure.
I picked it up and opened it to the first page and read:
Dear friend,
This is my most prized invention, it could have made
me more money than could be counted, but I was too
moral to see it get in the wrong hands. Simply put,
it is a machine that will transform you into anyone.
All you have to do is have a picture in your mind, or
place one in the scanner module, and you will become
that person. It is painless, and all you have to do
to change back is flip a switch and get in. I thought
it might come in handy for your line of work;
honestly, you were the inspiration for its design. Be
careful, and never tell anyone about this, take it to
your grave if possible. Or give it to someone you
trust above no other, as I trust you.
3
I could not believe it, I decided to find a photo or
magazine and try it. I found only a Vogue magazine laying
on the coffee table, so I tore out a picture and placed it
in the scanner tray. I looked over the directions once
again before climbing in, ready or not, I thought.
The door closed, I heard a weird sound coming from the
walls of the tube, and a strange light danced around the
interior metal surface, and then the door opened. I stepped
out and heard the shoe hit the floor, it sounded different
so I looked down.
I saw the pointy toe of the red pumps, the silky, slender
stocking clad leg rising above it, and the red skirt
falling across the knees. That?s when I noticed why that
was all I could see. I had two breasts poking through a red
linen shirt; I pulled my hands up to feel them, I noticed
the long red fingernails, and felt faint when I saw the
blonde hair in the corner of my eye.
I ran inside to get a look at myself, but could not do it
in the heels so I fell. After getting up, I walked slowly
into the house and I came to the full-length mirrors in the
hallway. My God I was a beautiful blonde, I thought as I
fell onto the floor. My lips were so full, beautiful, and
red. I leaned in and kissed myself in the mirror while
staring into my eyes, I looked at the gorgeous blonde hair
flowing over me, I reached up and ran my fingers through
the slight curls in it, and I thought if I still had my
penis it would be hard.
I reached a slender hand between my legs and felt nothing
there, so I leapt up and ran to my bedroom, while the heels
flung off behind me. I ripped the shirt off and saw the red
lace bra covering my chest, I slid the skirt off and saw
the lace panties hiding nothing but a sliver of hair, and
my legs were covered in red sheer panty hose. I pulled the
panties down, probed a finger between my legs, and shivered
when I felt the sensation of being touched there. I walked
to the bed and stripped the panties off and unhooked my
bra, I lay on the bed spreading my legs open, slid a hand
down between my legs, and inserted a finger into my wet
pussy.
?Ohhhhhhhh!? I screamed out at that most incredible
feeling.
I pulled it out and brought it to my nose, inhaling the
deep aroma of myself, and slid the other finger down to
enter me. I arched my back on the bed and it felt so good,
while the other hand rubbed on a hardened nipple. I was
lubricating my breast with my own juices. I noticed the
curls covering my other breast and had an intense orgasm
feeling them on my hard bosom.
?Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhh!? I screamed in ecstasy.
I lay there a moment, gathering myself. I slowly rose and
walked back to the machine, stepped inside, flipped a
switch, sat in the dark, saw the lights, and exited when
the door opened. I saw and felt my old self, and felt
relieved.
?No fucking way, that is incredible!? I said aloud.
I went back into the house and sat at my computer.
Despite my career choice, I did have a feminine side, and
loved to explore it. I had a trove of photos on the PC of
women, a lot of clothes in an extra closet, with the
bedroom decorated feminine, and the bathroom set up as a
woman?s. My hair was in a ponytail most of the time, but I
would often let it down to roll it up. I sat looking
through pictures and came across my favorite one. I would
become this girl. I printed out the photo, went to the
machine, placed it in the scanner, stepped in and out, and
went inside.
I was so fucking beautiful, I thought, as I stood in the
bedroom and I stared in the mirror while checking out my
new body. I turned to see my tight little ass, in the tight
pants. I bent over on all fours and saw the bulge between
the cheeks where my pussy was and rubbed on it, feeling the
shape, and the silkiness. I turned onto my hip, slid one
side of the pants down and saw the bare tanned skin framed
by the strap of my panties. I rose and slid the pants off,
glimpsing my butt reflected in the mirror; I turned to see
all of it. I rose before I would come and looked at my sexy
self in the mirror, and untied my red halter-top. I smiled
upon seeing my titties, and giggled at my smiling face. I
then rolled over and thrust my butt into the air, oh my
beautiful ass. I pushed my ass up to the mirror and admired
it before rubbing it all over. I found the dildo and sucked
on it, squeezing my nipples before I would play with it
lower. I lay on my back while holding my breast and rubbed
the hardness over my panties. I slid them aside and rubbed
it across my exposed pussy lips. I then turned over with my
ass facing the mirror and orgasmed. I felt the juices
coming from me, leaking onto the bed. I passed out after
pulling the dildo from me.
4
I woke up several hours later, realizing it was 10 in the
morning when I saw the clock and daylight. I was shocked at
first upon being in her body, but felt relieved when it all
came back to me. I rose from the bed feeling a little
different. I went into the bathroom and squatted to pee,
and went to the closet to wear something before I went
downstairs. I went to the machine and did my reversal,
coming out as me.
I sat at the breakfast table trying to understand that
machine, what I should do, or how to use it. I had plenty
of money, so I really didn?t have to work.
I decided to play instead, for a little while anyway.
I decided to experiment a little. If I turned into anyone,
and had their clothes on as well, would I have other
objects that they were holding, or wearing? I guessed yes,
because I had come out with the shiny gold dildo that the
girl held in her hand in the photo from last night.
I printed out a picture of a girl with rollers in her hair,
and was on my way back downstairs when the doorbell rang. I
folded up the photo and placed it in my pocket and opened
the door, it was the same delivery person.
?Got something else sir. Not as big, but still ought to go
to the garage.?
?Okay, I?ll meet you there.? I told him.
When I reached the garage and opened it, the other guy was
already waiting to unload the forklift, I told him to drop
it in the center of the garage. I signed and they left. I
closed the doors and looked over the large crate. I entered
the same code and the lock opened. I found hundreds of
glass plates that were square inside; there was also a
small box with instructions:
Attach black box to top of chamber and connect power
and optics.
DO NOT place chamber in room to be tiled.
Place tiles over entire empty windowless room,
ceiling, floor, walls, and door. Wire them all
together while installing; the main outlet tile goes
at entrance to room, plug this into black box.
Sounds easy enough, I thought. I set about the task, using
an empty storage room right next to the room the tube was
in off from the garage; I tiled and wired, laid the cord to
the chamber, and attached the black box on it. I checked my
work and could only guess what it did. I placed the chosen
picture in the scanner and stepped into the machine, and
after it ran I stepped out and immediately felt the rollers
in my hair. I stroked them with my fingers, while looking
at my tits in the blue top, and my legs in the Capri pants.
I went straight to the tiled room, and was shocked at what
I saw, the salon from the photo. This was amazing. I
stepped in, and a woman came from another door.
?Get under that dryer honey!? She said. I did. Oh I did.
She stood by me and turned it on. I looked in the mirrors
and closed my eyes feeling all of the new feelings. I
rubbed myself harder when I peeked to see myself, and my
blonde hair rolled up tightly. This was definitely going to
be a fun addition to my new toy.
?Come over here Samantha, let?s get those rollers out.?
She told me, so I followed her to a chair and she stood
behind it. There were others in the salon, bustling behind
us; I saw them in the mirror, around my rollers. She had
already begun to remove them while I surveyed the room. I
noticed a lone doorknob across the room, there was no door,
and I realized that was how I had entered. I watched as she
pulled the rollers out, leaving a thick coil of blonde hair
remaining. I massaged my wetness beneath the cape, feeling
incredibly aroused. She soon had them all out and was
running her fingers through them to style my hair. When she
went to the front of the salon I walked back to my exit and
went back out into my garage.
How could this be possible? I just could not figure it out.
I went back into the tube, and after feeling my coifed hair
one more time I changed back and exited the machine.
I decided I needed a break, so I went back inside and made
some dinner. As I sat at the table eating dinner and
looking over the vast property, I thought of ways I could
use it. I could become anyone; I might just need to fake
some identity papers if I left the house. In his letter
with the first package, Dr. Strauss said I might be able to
use it in my line of work, which I might just have to try.
I finished cleaning up and went back to my computer,
finding photos and printing them, and most had a common
theme, salons.
To be continued...
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