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The Molecular Projector By: Anon Allsop "Come on... I want to show you something," Chip said and motioned for me to follow. "What is it?" I asked, being led down the basement steps. Chip and I had been best friends since we were in grade school, wherever one of us was... the other would be there also. "You won't believe what my father has down here," Chip spoke as we continued into the dingy basement. We walked to a small round table with some kind of projector sitting in the center, directed toward the wall. "So... what am I supposed to be looking at?" I wondered out loud. "This! Man." He tapped the top of the strange looking projector. "So... it's a projector. I've seen one before at school." I looked down at the huge lens mounted on the front. "I used one in art class so I could blow up a CD cover into a poster... I traced the lines on canvas and painted it." He just stood there smiling. I gave him a strange look and shrugged. "What's so special about that?" To impress him, I twisted a small handle and it opened slightly. "That's where the picture goes," I said pointing. "You turn this to either enlarge or decrease the size of what you're going to copy." Chip smiled and nodded. "It's based on the principal that you just described... only one thing is different." He picked up a sports magazine and began to flip through it. "Check this out!" he said as he began to tear out an ad. "Dude, you need a hobby!" I said laughing. "Pick up that basketball and set it on the box over there..." He pointed toward the wall where a box was leaning. I bent down and grabbed his old leather ball, worn smooth, and sat it on the top of the box. "Watch this... it's so cool!" he said, turning on the projector. I watched as he focused the image of the magazine on the wall and began to reduce it until it was very close to the size of his ball. "Oooh... I'm amazed!" I said sarcastically, then began to laugh. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet!" he said as his finger hovered over a switch on the side. "Now... prepare to be amazed!" He flipped the switch and I watched the image on the wall slowly seem to envelope the ball... the two become one. After a few seconds he shut it off and we both walked to the basketball. "And... what was that supposed to do?" I asked skeptically. "Look at the ball..." He pointed with a nod of his head. I looked down and lifted the ball up. "It looks brand new!" I rolled it over and over in my hands. "So, what happened to your old ball?" He took it from me and bounced it on the floor a few times. "I don't really know... but, you have to admit... it's cool!" I raised my eyebrows and nodded my reply. "Does your dad know you've been messing around with it?" I gave him 'the look.' "No... and he isn't going to either!" Chip laughed and pushed me toward the stairs. "I figure, what he doesn't know... won't hurt him." We hurried up the steps when Chip suddenly stopped and raced back toward me. "I have to get the paper from the projector... If dad sees that in there, he'll know for sure what I've been up to!" I laughed as he scrambled across the room and quickly pulled out the paper. I stood at the top of the stairs when he ran past me. "Come on... he's coming home soon... and we need to be out of here!" True to form, both Chip's parents arrived home about a half hour apart. As each walked in they found us in a hotly contested video game, the living room being our battle ground. Within an hour Chip's mother walked through the living room dressed up and looking very nice. Chip watched her walk into the kitchen. "You guys going out tonight?" Her voice chimed softly. "Your father and I have a date." She smiled walking back into the living room, putting an earring in her ear. "When you get hungry, go ahead and fix yourselves a pizza from the freezer." "Do you care if Todd spends the night tonight?" Chip gave her his most pleasant smile. "He already has his mom's permission if you say it's okay!" Mrs. Ransbottom smiled and rubbed my head. "Sure, if Todd wants to stay... then it's okay with me." We both exchanged glances. "Only thing is... stay out of trouble!" Chip gave her an innocent smile. "Who? Us?" "You know very well what I mean, mister. I well remember the last time that Jack spent the night over..." his Mom said while placing the other earring into the tiny hole. "That's right Chip... we're well aware how much trouble 16 year olds can get into when unsupervised by an adult," his father spoke, causing all of us to turn. "Dear, do you need help with that?" Mrs. Ransbottom asked her husband who was obviously becoming frustrated with his tie. "Well then, you should be at ease... because Todd isn't Jack..." Chip threw his arm around my shoulder and shook me. "You know very well what I mean, Chip!" She frowned at her son's quip. I gave Chip a sideways glance. "What did you two do?" I whispered. In a voice hushed low enough that neither parent could hear Chip said, "We... uh... borrowed Mom's car and my neighbor ratted us out." I whistled low. "That was pretty dumb." "Tell me about it..." Chip whispered back. "Because of that... they're going to make me wait until the summer to get my license." Chip's Dad was busy helping Mrs. Ransbottom into her dress coat. "Don't stay up too late boys..." I nodded and glanced at Chip while she continued, "You can find sheets for the trundle bed in the hall closet." "Thanks, Mom... I'll take care of it," Chip called out over his shoulder as we turned our attention back to the video game. We were slowly drawn back into the game. It wasn't until some time later that we even realized that they had gone. "I wonder when they left?" Chip stretched and looked around. "You in for some pizza?" Chip asked as he headed into the kitchen. "Sure... I guess so," I answered. "You got anything to drink?" I said following him. "Should have some sodas in the fridge... on the bottom," he said as he was tearing the plastic from the frozen pizza. "Nothing's in the bottom... unless you want a beer," I joked. "We wouldn't dare... Dad counts them." Chip laughed at my suggestion. "Well then, you don't have any." I closed the door and leaned against the counter as Chip began to add more cheese and extra toppings to his concoction. "Sure we do... it's downstairs. If you want to get it... or I can... it doesn't really matter to me." He paused to brush Parmesan Cheese from the counter. "It should be next to the stairs... if not there then check on the back shelf near the table." I gave him a salute and spun toward the door. "I'll carry out your mission sir... if I don't come back... send out a search party!" He shook his head and laughed as I headed through the doorway. I flipped the light switch and started down the stairs, all the while looking for the pop. There, just as he said, they were on a shelf by the table. I crossed the room to grab a pop... then thought I should ask. "Hey Chip!" "What?" His call sounded far away. "Do you want the whole case or just a couple?" I shouted, my voice echoing against the cement walls. "I don't care... bring up a case I guess," he shouted back. I started to pull out the case and something fell onto the floor. I swung my arms away and saw that it was a magazine. I sat the case of pop down and picked it up off of the floor. "Allure," I said reading the cover. I quickly flipped through the pages and decided that this particular issue was devoted to cosmetics and nail care. I tossed it onto the table next to the case and it flipped open to an advertisement. I paused to look, it was of a type of nail polish that had diamond like dust in the enamel. On it was a woman's hand adorned with the shiny polish, her hands were slim and each nail was perfectly manicured. I started to throw the book back on the shelf and noticed the projector sitting there. "I wonder?" I carefully tore out the picture and placed it into the projector. "Looks like time for a little science experiment... I'll see if it will give me nails like the model." I thought about the possible chances I was taking with Chip's Dad's projector and like any teenager, shrugged my shoulders and went ahead and did it anyway. I watched as the projected image of the model's hand shone on the wall. I walked around and pushed my hand into the transparent image until it lined up with the hand on the wall. I felt it become hot and when I could stand it no more I pulled it away. Once my hand was clear of the image I quickly shut the machine off and looked at myself. Nothing had changed. I laughed at my silliness and pulled out the picture, placed it back in the magazine. One quick toss and it was resting back on the shelf where it had lain hidden from view. I gathered up the case and hurried back up the stairs. As I climbed the stairs, I thought about how Chip had pulled one over on me. "Somehow when I wasn't looking... he had to have made the switch!" I stepped back into the kitchen where Chip was just putting the pizzas into the oven. I decided that I wouldn't say a thing to him about discovering his hoax. "Took you long enough!" Chip pushed the oven door closed. "You were down there messing with dad's projector... weren't you?" I laughed and sat the case on the table. "Yeah, sure... nice try!" "What?" Chip folded his arms against his chest. "You trying to say that it's a lie... a hoax?" I nodded and tossed him a can. "I'll admit you had me... but, only for a moment. That thing is nothing more than a projector like we have at school!" I leaned against the table defiantly. "It is true! Weren't you paying attention?" Chip couldn't believe that I wasn't buying it. "Bull! Come on Chip... you can tell me the truth. We both know it doesn't work!" I said laughing. "I even tried it out on myself!" Chip slowly turned to face me. "What do you mean, tried it out on yourself?" "Just what I said, I took a ad from a magazine and put it into the projector and turned it on." I took a drink from my can. "It did nothing... just as I figured it would do." "You better not have busted anything!" Chip glanced from me to the basement door. "Dad will kill me if you hurt his project." He started for the stairs and I grabbed him by the arm. "What about the Pizza? We can't have that getting burned!" He nodded and we both stood there in the kitchen for the next 10 minutes while it cooked. Almost as soon as it was done, Chip pulled it from the oven, turned it off and placed our Pizza on top to cool. Casting a worried glance toward me he started to head down the stairs. "Now let's see what you did to break dad's Molecular Projector." "Oh sure, I see how it is... it won't work, or never has and you're conveniently blaming me for damaging it... real nice bro," I chided him as we stomped our way to the basement. "Well, it doesn't look damaged." Chip carefully scrutinized his fathers projector. "What did you do to it? Show me." "I grabbed a picture from this magazine..." I grabbed the Allure book off the shelf. He suppressed a laugh when I threw it on the table. Flipping it open, I thumbed my way to the photo of the hand, took it out and placed it into the tray for the photos. "Then what?" Chip asked. "I turned it on, like this..." I flipped the switch into the on position and watched the magazine photo appear on the wall. "Then walked around the table and placed my hand exactly into the position of the photo... like this." I waited for a second or two. "See... nothing has happened!" He smiled and looked down at the machine. "You're right so far... nothing will happen unless you flip this switch." He pointed to the projector. "Sure..." I laughed. "And you're telling me that if you flip that switch, my hand will change?" I lowered my hand to my side and laughed at him. "You're so full of crap, you're funny!" "You still don't believe me?" Chip asked. "Well, Duh!" I laughed in his face. "Tell you what Chip, if it works... I'll keep my hand that way until tomorrow." I held my hand up to him. "Well? What's it going to be?" "I don't think that it's been tested on a person yet... I don't know what it could do to you." He rubbed his chin and looked from me to the projector. "That's exactly what I thought! You know it won't do anything... just admit it so we can eat our pizza!" I started past him and had just reached the bottom step when he shouted at me. "OK!" he yelled. I slowly turned, surprised to hear him shout. "What?" I walked back toward him. "I'll prove it to you... but..." He looked back toward the wall where the transparent image still shone. "You have to do more than your hand..." I wasn't afraid of a machine that wouldn't work. "So... ok, what do you have in mind?" He directed me toward the wall as he removed the image I had placed inside the projector. "Just remember Todd, you asked for this." He began to leaf through the magazine, put it down and picked out another. He smiled, then turned his back on me to hide it out of my view. "Hey, aren't you going to let me see what you're choosing?" I stood on my tip toes to see over his shoulder. I laughed as I thought of my concern, we both knew it wouldn't do anything... he was only trying to mess with my mind. I watched him quickly tear it from the book and hold it low to his body, then slowly turn around and push it into the projector. "Put your arms across your chest and prop one foot against the wall." I did as he said, figuring that I was only humoring him. "Now tip your head back a bit... more... okay. Hold it there!" I waited as he lined up the image with how he had placed me. "Remember, Todd... you said that you would leave it go, until tomorrow!" "Yeah, I did say that..." I laughed. "Hurry up already, so I can go eat my pizza!" "When you sat it up earlier you said that you turned it on and all it did was got hot, right?" "Yeah." I smiled at him when he walked to the side of the projector. "But you didn't flip this... did you?" I looked at where he indicated. "No... I didn't even see that switch there." I watched as he quickly threw the switch on then off again with only seconds lapsing in between. "Ok, all done!" Chip turned off the projector and I was suddenly able to see again. "I have to admit Todd, it's quite an improvement." I felt no different. "So, when am I supposed to notice..." I slowly began to realize that something was definitely wrong. He walked over to me smiling. "You wouldn't believe me before... but now, maybe you will?" I watched his eyes as they slowly looked up and down my body. "What did you do?" I asked, feeling very strange being around him. "You can't tell?" Chip asked. I shook my head 'no'. "Hummm, maybe it affects the mind more than I thought?" Chip whispered and motioned for me to follow. "You'll be ok, the projector must have disoriented you... it should clear up in a while." He stopped at the stairs and gestured that I should lead the way upwards. I did as he suggested and walked up and into the kitchen. He paused me at the kitchen window and by gently directing me to face the window. "What do you see in your reflection?" "Well, I... I see me... and you!" I thought it was odd for him to ask that, but continued to look at myself in the reflected glass surface. "Describe yourself to me..." Todd held onto my shoulder with one hand, his left rested lightly on my hip. "I see a 16 year old, with blonde hair and pretty good looks... why are you asking me these strange questions Chip?" I turned to look at him, but noticed that he seemed a bit taller than I had remembered. "Go on... how long is your blonde hair?" Chip asked. I gave him a curious look. "...just past my ears." "And growing..." He added under his breath. "What?" I asked. "Look at your hands..." Chip grabbed me by the wrist and held one hand up in front of my face. "Do you notice anything different?" "Looks like I need to trim my nails... that's all," I replied looking at the back of my hand. I walked on over to the stove and pulled off a slice of pizza and began to chew. He watched me intently as I carried my plate and pop over to the table and sat next to him and sat down. "Whatcha looking at me like that for, Chip?" I read over his shoulder as he picked up a pencil and started to scribble notes as if I weren't there. "Seems to have somehow developed feminine characteristics, including a very girly walk. Doesn't seem to notice the changes at all. Hands are small and feminine with nails just past the ends of the fingers... maybe a 1/32 of an inch." He looked at me and all I could do was smile, then continued to write. "I think his mental state is evolving, becoming more like that of a 16 year old girl than that of a guy... he's even eating like a girl right now." "I am not!" I dropped my pizza down and pushed the plate aside. I had read enough, he definitely was nuts. I stormed into the living room and turned on the TV. Chip followed me in carrying his notebook. "Would you quit doing that writing... it's starting to creep me out!" I watched as he quickly entered something down and close the book. "Sure, no problem... what's on TV?" He seemed to have quit his strange behavior, so I began to flip the channels. I would pause on one thing or another, then move on. "What do you want to watch?" I asked as my thumb continued to surf the channels. He shrugged and waived his hand toward the remote. "Whatever you want to watch..." I gave him a hint of a smile and continued on until I stopped at the learning channel which was showing an episode of "Blind Date." "You like this show?" Chip leaned forward as if studying me. "You said that I could watch anything I wanted... didn't you?" I tossed the remote at the chair he had seated himself in. "If you don't want to watch this... then change it!" "No, this will be okay... it's... interesting." He leaned back into his chair and watched the program, all the while I would see him snatch glimpses across the room to me. I was starting to become irritated by his strange attention to me. "Alright Chip, am I like growing an antler or something?" I threw a couch pillow at him. "You have been looking weird at me for the past hour or so... what the hell do you find so interesting about me? Chip picked the pillow up from the floor. "I... well... you..." I groaned and got up from the couch. "Look Chip, it's already past 11:00. I'm feeling sort of funky right now, so I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. When you can get over your strange behavior... then I'll talk to you." I grabbed my bag with all my clothes and headed up to his bedroom and adjoining bathroom. He called out over his shoulder as I began to climb the stairs. "I think I'm going to wait up till my folks get home... I need to talk to my dad." "Yeah, whatever..." I yelled back down to him. My shower felt pretty relaxing as I went beyond my usual temperature and ended up with one more on the 'hot' end of the spectrum. I quickly opened the door and stepped out into the foggy room where I knew my clothes were laying. Using a towel to dry my hair and body, I wadded it into a ball and cleaned the steam from the mirror. I picked up Chip's comb and began to draw it through my hair. It was odd that it only wanted to part in the center rather than the usual side part. I gave up trying and parted it where it naturally seemed to want to lay. Picking up my tooth brush I quickly brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth. I studied my teeth in front of the mirror and smiled. "I really have a great smile... but, why do my lips seem a bit redder and puffy than normal?" I wondered to myself. I pushed it out of my mind as I figured it was from taking such a hot shower... hotter than I normally would have taken. I pulled the small tube of blemish cream from my bag and squeezed a small dollop onto my fingers. Gently I began to work it into the skin on my forehead and cheeks. I found myself leaning into the mirror watching my efforts intently. I marveled at how long my eyelashes were compared to other kids my own age. I put my pajama top on with my sleeping shorts and quietly turned the light off in the bathroom. I looked at Chip's trundle bed hidden away under his big queen bed, it didn't have the sheets on it. I laughed and crawled into his bed and turned out the light. "He can sleep on that bed if he wants... I won't be the one putting the sheets on it." I rolled to face the wall and tried to fall asleep. ****** I was frustrated with him and laid quietly on the bed, my mind working somewhere between being fully awake and a fitful sleep. I knew that Chip was downstairs in the living room, waiting for his parents to return and must have fallen asleep. Sometime around 4:00 A.M. I heard his parents open the door, both came giggling inside. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head to hide their noise. In my sleepy fog I chuckled to myself, knowing that Chip's parents were quite probably drunk and by the sound of it, pretty aroused. I heard Chip gasp, knowing he most likely saw something he wasn't supposed to see. This caused me to smile inwardly. I imagined Chip... feeling very strange watching their foreplay, as both his parents would be starting to grope each other right there in the middle of the room. From my hiding place I heard Chip. "Uh... Dad, I need to talk..." "What the hell are you still doing up?" His fathers booming voice interrupted. "You should have been in bed long ago!" I giggled and rolled next to the wall. "Where's Todd?" Chip's Mother sounded surprised to see her son. I waived a sleepy hand in the dark and laughed. "Uh... he went to bed..." Chip stammered. "He's the reason that I'm still up..." I pulled the blankets up around my ears and snuggled into the pillow thinking. "Let him get himself out of this one." "You two should settle your differences on your own... without involving either your father or myself," Chip's mother shot back at her son, their voices lowered again, making it hard for me to hear. "Yes, I agree with your mother... go on to bed and we can talk about this later!" I heard his father open the closet door and hang his jacket inside. "I'm not sure I can wait until...." Chip sounded like a whipped puppy, his voice trailed off to nothingness. "Nonsense... go to bed!" His father's voice had a finality to it. "You have three seconds to be on your way.... ONE!" I didn't hear much of anything after that, other than Chip slowly coming up the steps, heading into the bathroom. In the quiet that now shrouded me, I felt my body drift to sleep. I heard him stumble into the room and quickly threw his clothes on the floor saying to himself. "Hopefully I can explain it well enough for them tomorrow..." I just laid there and said nothing, pretending to be sleeping, which wasn't far from the truth. "Why the heck isn't... oh well, what do I care," he muttered, shaking the bed I was laying in as he climbed in. He threw the covers over himself, pulling mine away, rolling to face the middle of the room. I gave the covers an gentle tug, pulling them back to cover my neck, slowly falling back to sleep. ****** Sometime around 7:00, Chip's mother stepped into the room. "Chip... Todd?" I had my whole body practically buried by the blankets, I was that cold. "Yeah?" I whispered. "Oh good... Todd, tell Chip that his father and I are going to Church and then probably up to his Grandma's for lunch. You can hang out here until you need to go home. We're going to leave some money on the table for you two to take in a movie if you want... Ok?" she whispered loudly. "Yeah... ok!" I replied clearing my throat. She slowly pulled the door closed and I could hear her tiptoe away. I just rolled over and closed my eyes. Sometime later I felt a chill and goosebumps began to rise on my exposed arm. I quickly drew my arm back under the cover and against the soft cloth where it came to rest. I didn't feel like getting up just yet, as the warm bed was feeling so good to my cold body. I felt the cloth under my hand and it almost seemed to be moving. I slowly tried to feel the outline of what it was that my hand was resting on. It twitched and I could almost feel it growing within my hand. "What is it?" I wondered. I felt it closer and realized that I had my hand resting on a very aroused male body part. I looked under the cover and it had towered itself upward, even though my hands felt like ice, what I was holding was blazing with heat. I brought my other hand up and felt the warmth radiating from this ever hardening tower. I quickly drew my hands away in shock, and rolled to face the wall. I felt movement behind me as another body scooted in and threw an arm around my waist. A hand slowly dangled near my chest. I felt it jerk as if in sleep... a thumb resting directly on top of my nipple. Slowly the hand brushed its surface, making my breathing hard and labored. I could feel little tingles racing up and down my body until they bore a hole directly into the place between my legs. I gasped. I felt a warm shaft slowly pushing into the space between my thighs. I felt shock as my own body gently pushed back. His hand slowly came to life and began to fondle the area around my nipple, cupping the skin within a warm palm. I felt lips brush my ear, hands drawing me closer... my breathing heavy with passion. "What's happening?" I whispered with a voice not my own. "Why do I feel so strange?" I felt his hand gently massage my chest as he rolled me onto my back, his kiss fell onto my willing lips. Gradually his light butterfly touches danced down between my legs where he stroked the void between my legs. I couldn't keep the moan from escaping my lips as he kissed me. I felt my knees spread away to allow him the access I wanted him to have. One hand felt the warm flesh on his back... I knew I was dreaming... I had to be. His shaft fell against my thigh near my other hand. I slowly took it within my grasp and danced my finger across its smooth tip. He shuddered as he laid next to me. I don't understand why I did what I did, but I felt myself pulling against him in an effort to draw him on top of me. He allowed this to happen, I felt my legs part and allow greater access to his body for penetration. "What was I doing? Why would I dream this?" Slowly I guided his thick young shaft into my glistening nether region, eagerly anticipating having him inside of me. I winced briefly as he pushed within my waiting maidenhead, his slow pumping made me dizzy with desire. I could feel my knees drawing upward and upward until the heels of my feet were resting against his warm, tight rear end. My breathing now sounding more like the panting of a dog with each of his pushes. Somewhere deep within me I could feel a strange passionate and erotic pressure building. He could feel it too as he increased his rhythmic pumping. I tried to hold back the sexual release, but the pleasure I was feeling, prevented me. The passion that was building was more powerful than anything I had ever felt before. "I have got to stop!" the voice begged above my head. "I want to stop..." I tried to say something, anything, but the moment I began to speak I became racked with a very powerful surge of sexual energy that made me cry out with euphoria and release. My panting and moaning did nothing to help the body above me stop. In fact almost as soon as I cried out... I felt his body jerk and spasm with his own sexual release. "Oh... oh... ugh... oh!" was all that he said. I could feel something being driven deeply inside of my body, pushed by a force that nature could only admire. He slowly became more heavy with each little pulse between my thighs, until he finally let out his breath in a great sigh. I laid there with my legs locked around the waist of my friend, knowing that this was a dream no more. He slowly raised his head up and looked me into the eyes. "I'm sorry... I really didn't know this would happen." I saw his eyes slowly glide down and fixate on my round young breasts, both nipples standing as erect as his youthful shaft was before. I felt his cheek and ran my long thumb nail across his lip. He smiled slowly. "I have to admit, as a girl... you're a whole lot more fun to be around during a sleepover than you were as Todd." I brought my free hand up and found the back of his neck, slowly drawing him down with a kiss. "Make love to me again..." My feminine voice trembled with passion. I felt myself pull his hips in, thrusting his shaft deep inside. He smiled and with a gentle motion began to rock me in his bed. I didn't know then but everything about me catered to being female... including the need to have a male thrusting his seed deep inside of my young womb. Later while we were sharing a shower, he was gently caressing my body with soap, his semi-erect shaft swinging precariously between my smooth thighs. I lathered my hands up with his soap and slowly lowered them to his manhood. "I never realized how well hung a guy you were... Chip." I began to lather it into a towering mountain of suds. His eyes were closed as he leaned back against the shower wall. "And I never realized how wonderful a girl you could be..." I felt myself being drawn to his lips his shaft pushing against the heated slit between my young thighs. I locked my arms around his neck and raised myself up enough that he could make love to me in the shower if he wanted, oh yes... he wanted. He slowly pushed against me until my back was against the wall, rocking my hips I rode him until he spent his seed into my womb again... I didn't care what was happening to me at that moment, I only knew that whatever it was... felt so good. ****** He handed me some clothes, they belonged to his mother. I felt like I was putting on a show for him while I tried to get dressed, so I obliged and gave him a good one. He shook his head and smiled. "Three times in the past hour and a half is enough for anybody." I felt myself frown. "Chip?" "Yeah..." I moved closer to him as I adjusted my new breasts into the cups of the bra. "Why do I feel like this... so feminine?" My hand stroked the front of his jeans causing a noticeable bulge that made me happy. "I should feel sick doing these things to you... with you, but I don't." He took a long golden lock of hair into his hand. I leaned against him, lips parted with arousal. "Unless your becoming a girl has altered your mind to react as you would have if you were born that way." I pushed my breasts into his chest and rubbed my pelvis into his growing crotch. "So I would be an easy girl... like I am with you?" Chip pushed my hands away and took a step back. "I don't know... whatever is happening, seems to be affecting me as well." "You mean... you want me as badly as I want you?" I laid my hand against his chest. "You had better get dressed of we'll be at it again..." Chip handed me a skirt. "I don't mind..." I pulled his soft lips to mine and slowly thrust my tongue between them. He tried to push me away but his hand fell upon my soft breast. "Make love to me..." Again we coupled, and again he buried his seed deep into my waiting teenage womb. I didn't care how we made love or where... I just wanted it to be him... always. He sat up on the bed with me straddling his hips, his shaft rock hard, buried into my pubic hair. "We keep this up and you know what's going to happen... especially if we can't change you back." I gently rolled my hips and pushed a breast into his mouth where he began to kiss the nipple. "I know..." I whispered huskily. "I don't care... I just need you, inside." "What happens when Dad makes you change back, if he can." He looked up, letting the nipple fall from his mouth. "I don't want to go back... I like it here... with you!" My rhythm quickened as I began to feel my orgasm building. "I want to feel you inside of me... I want your children!" "You can't be serious... we're still both in school!" Chip gasped with my rhythm. "You're a guy... for crying out loud!" "Do I really look like a guy right now?" I laid prone along his chest. "Do it Chip... please make me yours, claim me again!" I threw my head back, feeling the long golden hair against the top of my hips. "I wish I were pregnant with your child!" I heard him softly grunt, then I felt his seed being pushed into me. I laughed and kissed his cheeks and neck, continuously rocking upon his shaft. I rolled off of him and lay beside his warm body, slowly playing within the curly hairs at the base of his softening shaft. I really didn't know why, but I hoped that I had his sperm driving deep into a waiting egg somewhere inside of my body. He placed an arm around my slim waist as I started to stroke his rod back into a tower. "Please... I can't," he begged. "I know... but I can." I pulled my long hair aside and gently kissed the tip of his smooth shaft, once, twice, the third time I let it into my mouth. My hair created a natural shroud, hiding my ministrations from his view, but I was sure that he could feel my efforts. His hands gently pulled my head away, letting his shaft pop from my mouth. "We've got to figure out what happened... why you are so... hot!" I reached across to his penis. "Please..." "No... we can't do this any more. Mom and Dad will be coming home at any minute!" He allowed me to kiss him, when I threw my leg across his waist he shook his head slowly. "Careful... or you will get that wish!" I smiled mischievously and glided back onto his shaft again. "I don't care Chip... I just don't care!" I began to bounce hard on him and my efforts were rewarded with nothing... he was spent... I'd taken it all. I pushed my lower lip out in a pout. His hands cupped my breasts. As we sat like that staring into each other's eyes we heard a noise outside the door. "Hi Chip, we..... OH MY GOD!!!" His mother fell back out against his father. "What do you two think you're doing?" Chip, still laying under me, threw out his hands. "I can explain... really I can!" Chip's father just stood there dumbfounded. "Chip... I thought we raised you better than this?" His mother suddenly appeared in the room and threw a robe at me. "Put this on young lady..." I did, then she put her hands on her hips. "Now out of this room... and here, take your clothes with you!" She began to throw them at me and hesitated. "Hey... these are MY clothes!" Chip slid to the edge of the bed. "I know mom... I was going to let.." "Don't you know the hazards of unprotected sex son? You could get this young girl pregnant... you're too young to be saddled down with children." He folded his arms across his chest and looked from me to Chip. "I know!" I cried. "But he wouldn't be saddled with the children... I would gladly take care of his... our children." I felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall onto the top of a partially exposed breast. "The truth be known... I WANT his children!" I turned and faced them both defiantly, unsure of why I said what I just had. "Nonsense dear, no young girl wants babies..." Chip's mom hugged me tightly. I pushed her away. "But I do... I want his love, and... and to bear his children..." His mother dropped her hands to her side and frowned. I felt another tear roll. "I'll die without him... please Chip... tell them!" "Who is she?" Chip's dad shot an angry look at his son. "When did you sneak her in here?" "That's the problem Dad, I didn't sneak her in... it's..." He looked sheepishly at me, cleared his throat. "Uh, she's Todd!" His father staggered back almost as if he were shot. "The hell you say... but how?" The words no sooner escaped his mouth then he sat down hard on the edge of his son's bed burying his face into his hands. Slowly he lifted his head. "You messed with the Molecular Projector... didn't you?" We both nodded in unison. Chip's father stood up, his face grew pale. "Show me the picture that you used." We all walked down the basement stairs and toward the table. "I had her... um... Todd stand against the wall about there, and then I flipped the switch while this..." Chip handed his father the picture. "...this was in the projector." "Oh... my god... son! What the hell were you thinking?" Mrs. Ransbottom took the image from her husbands hand. I stepped closer to her so I could also see the printed picture Chip had used. Her eyes widened and she shot a glance toward her son. "Chip, what's the meaning of this?" She dropped the page on the table, I picked it up. It was an almost nude pregnant teen leaning against the wall seductively, her swollen belly protruding outward. I looked at Chip. Except for her tummy, she looked like me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Chip?" My soft voice trembled. "Why?" "I thought I told you to NEVER touch the projector..." Mr. Ransbottom paced back and forth. "You really don't have a clue what is happening, do you?" His gaze wavered then locked onto me. "Either of you..." Chip looked at me and then lowered his eyes. Mr. Ransbottom picked up the page and slowly shook his head. "Jesus Chip, you turned your best friend into this... this girl!" Slowly he sat down at the table, pulling out one of the chairs. "The girl in the picture is pregnant Chip..." He slammed his palm down on the picture. "And if that isn't enough, it's apparent, you did it without letting Todd in on the sick joke you were pulling." He frowned and stared at the wall, trying to figure out what to do next. "I guess I don't see what the point of the picture is dear, the girl on the page is pregnant... um... what makes you think that... Todd is?" Mrs. Ransbottom asked aloud. "So what..." "How do you suppose she got pregnant?" He pointed at the image. "Well dear, it's pretty obvious that she had relations with a young man..." She suddenly grew quiet. "Oh... Chip..." "Would someone tell me what the hell is so special about the girl and whomever got off in her?" Chip yelled. "This machine will duplicate every complete aspect about the photo that is placed inside of it... you used an image of a naked pregnant teenager." "Yeah... so?" Chip shrugged and looked at me. I sat and fingered the edge of the projector. Inwardly I felt a fear growing... and an almost content peace as well. The older man sadly shook his head and pointed toward me. "None of you seem to understand... just how do you think she's going to get pregnant... especially since she has to fulfill the image inserted inside the Molecular Projector? You Chip... you are the key!" He slapped the table in frustration. "So... we'll just give her one of those pills... that stop the pregnancy." I took a step away from them in horror at his mother's suggestion. "Here Chip... look at the damn thing again!" He held it out so his son could get a closer look. "She's as big as a barn, it's obvious that the girl in the photo is almost full term." He waited until Chip leaned down to examine the image, I leaned in as well. "Does that look like a girl who's unhappy with her situation?" Mrs. Ransbottom pulled the picture over to her side of the table. "He's right Chip, the girl is looking pretty content..." She gave me a weak smile. "It looks as if she is enjoying her pregnancy." My eyes just darted from one person seated at the table to another... then they came to rest on Chip. Chip slowly pulled out a chair and dropped into it with a sudden movement. "God... I'm sorry Todd!" He placed his hands over his eyes and shook his head and sighed. My hand found its way to his, feeling the warmth of it seemed to make me feel better. I turned my eyes toward his parents seated at the small table. "What will I say to my family... How will I explain this?" gesturing to myself. I sighed and looked back down toward the image of what I was to become. My eye was drawn to her left hand. "This girl is wearing a ring... a wedding ring." My voice broke as I felt tears sting my eyes. Mrs. Ransbottom handed me a tissue... I really think she knew how I felt. Mr. Ransbottom pushed the page back toward his son. "Well, that'd explain why you were so agreeable to... uh... making love with her!" He looked over to me and smiled weakly. "Well... at LEAST you two know each other." As if that helped. I frowned and slowly dabbed the tears away in a very dainty manner. "Have you wondered at all how it is that you are acting so feminine?" Mr. Ransbottom slowly asked. I nodded my reply. He continued, "The girl in the image is all girl... and seems to be very feminine. By allowing yourself to be projected upon... you are becoming exactly like her... down to the last projected molecule." He looked from me to Chip. "100% female." "And... you're saying that she's pregnant..." Chip pointed at me. "Just because the image taken was showing a pregnant girl?" His father nodded. "And I made her that way because somebody had to fulfill the image on the picture?" Again he nodded. "So, you are telling me that we HAVE to get married... Why?" Mrs. Ransbottom leaned forward and scowled. "Son, the girl in the photo is married... she seems very pleased to be in her condition." She looked over to me. "Isn't that right sweetie?" I couldn't have done anything at that moment but slowly nod 'yes'. "Your own actions have caused this to fall back into your lap, son." I slowly rubbed the back of Chip's hand with my thumb. His father continued, "I would bet that if you tried to stop yourselves from marrying each other you couldn't, and the baby WILL be born." His mother had a sad look on her face. "Chip, don't you have any feeling for what you've created?" Her gaze fell to her husband, looking for answers. Chip looked at me and swallowed hard. "Well... I... I guess I'm feeling something for... her." His eyes seemed to lock onto mine and he tried to fight against the feeling I knew he was having, because I was having the same one. "I know it's odd, but, I'm getting this strange tingly feeling every time I look at her." I felt a tear drop down onto my chest, why was I crying? Mrs. Ransbottom took both of our hands. "That strange tingly feeling you're having, Chip... it's love taking hold of your heart." Chip's father patted my arm. "There's no turning back now, the power of the projector is complete... you two are in essence, one now." I felt an all enveloping feeling of warmth wash over me, an honest almost giddy... happy sense of purpose. I knew it was the same for Chip, he couldn't take his eyes from mine. I could now feel what they were saying, the love between us growing stronger. It was with some effort Chip turned and looked toward his father. "Dad... can you help me explain this to his... her parents?" I gave Chip's hand a squeeze which he returned. "I can only try..." He slowly stood up and looked at his wife. "Dear, get her dressed properly and we'll go have a talk with her folks. I'll try to figure out something, anything to tell them." ****** At first my Mother and Father went ballistic and threatened to sue both Chip and his parents for what was done to me, but I interceded, and like they say, 'cooler heads prevailed'. It took a great deal of explaining to them that, not only did they lose a son and gain a daughter... they would also be grandparents. My father almost fainted at the news, mother sat down and cried. I think that once they saw how much we loved each other they relented... they could tell that some unseen power was drawing us together, in love. Both Chip and I were given the silent treatment for the first few weeks, but slowly they came around. My mother began to confide in me what I should know as my pregnancy progressed further along. I was thankful, grateful to have another woman clue me in on what to expect. Over the last few months, It has been really interesting seeing the change that has come over my parents, now treating me as a daughter and eagerly awaiting the birth of our child. Even now, when I look at the swell of my belly, knowing what is happening to me. I find it hard to imagine that not long ago, I was Todd. Chip's father said, I would come to think of myself as female... and I have. I almost have no mental connection to Todd anymore. The changes have not just affected Chip and myself. It has been really interesting seeing the change that has come over my parents, they actually are now treating me as a daughter and eagerly awaiting the birth of their grandchild. Only, with them it wasn't the strange power of the projector, I think they just accepted the transformation as something that happened to their son. Sure, they provided photographs of me to Mr. Ransbottom to try and reverse the projector's effects, to no avail. Mr. Ransbottom felt that my pregnancy was preventing a reversal from happening. Then my parents thought they would wait until after the baby was born, but again Mr. Ransbottom shot that theory down by explaining that the baby needed its mother and the hold the Molecular Projector had on me would probably prevent me from letting them try... and on that point he was right. Not on my life would I change back now! Chip and I were married in a quiet ceremony almost as soon as a doctor confirmed that I was with child. Our Honeymoon was spent at my uncle and aunt's cottage in the Florida Keys. Needless to say, neither of us tanned at all during that week. The smiles on our faces spoke volumes. I know I should be mad at Chip for what he did to me, but whatever changed me also changed my thinking. Now I can only think and react as any woman would. It is unnerving, but at the same time... strangely satisfying. Though we aren't filled with the same animalistic lust as when the accident first happened, I still thrill to feeling Chip spoon in behind me while we are quietly laying in our bed. His large hands slowly rubbing little circles on the stretched skin of my stomach. And, when he's away, I cry to myself during the day, not because the physical change, but the loneliness caused by missing my husband. My heart aches for him and when he comes home, all I want to do is take him to my bed and not leave until BOTH of us are satisfied. He knows how to satisfy me, the Projector saw to that. But lately I've been discovering ways to thank him for being a provider and protector to both me and the little one in my belly. My discoveries don't have anything to do with the Molecular Projector, at least I don't think they do. But, being a woman... I know ways to thank him that only a woman could do to the man she loves... and I love him immensely. I am still going to High School with Chip, at least as long as I'm able. Our friends don't know my real identity. They think I'm a cousin of Todd's that Chip got pregnant and had to marry. It helps explain why I'm so close to... ah, Todd's parents since they think they are my uncle and aunt. As for Todd, my... um... aunt and uncle have been telling everyone that he's living with relatives in another state. So far, it's working out fine. I think Mr. Ransbottom took his projector into town and has been keeping it hidden away at a storage rental place. He wants to destroy it, but is hesitant to throw away his invention. He and Mrs. Ransbottom are hoping that some day they'll be able to figure out a way to return me to my normal form... but that'll never happen, I won't let them. I'm happy as I am... a young wife, and mother to be. The End.