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The usual caveats apply. This is a copywrited work of transgendered
fiction and may not be reproduced anywhere without the express consent
of the author. LITE is closer to my original plan; the first attempt,
still not finished, having morphed into a monster approaching novelette
status. The characters took over and changed the plot completely. If
enough people [hell, anyone at all] appreciate this effort, I will
submit the longer version with some of the glossed over elements better
explained. If not, I plan to have a hissy fit and throw myself into a
vat of Merlot.
Special thanks to HAL9000 and Alfred Hitchcock - Enjoy
UPGRADING_LITE
By Daisy May
Examining the Operating Environment
"Mr. Norman?"
"That's Wells, my first name is Norman."
The man standing in the narrow opening of Norm's cubicle578 was dressed
entirely in black. Thin and tall he looked for the entire world like he
had just stepped off the set of 'Men in Black', even his glasses had a
tint in the fluorescent lighting of the office.
"Alex Bauman, Security; Come with me please."
Norm grabbed his cold coffee and wondered if he could finish that
doughnut before he was shot. The coffee was just as bad cold as hot so
he left both on the edge of his desk and followed the man down the
corridor.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing serious, just a few questions."
"Where are going?"
"Interview room #3."
They went directly to a reserved elevator and entered. Standing behind
the agent, Norm noticed that the man pushed the 12 and 14 buttons three
times in rapid succession. Like any of BateSoft's buildings, this tower
had no 13th floor. The LED on the panel, however, stopped at 13. This
was getting creepy.
If Norm was upset at their floor choice, he was ready to panic when a
clone to his escort appeared with a small, deadly looking automatic
pistol slung over his shoulder. Completely silent now, he followed
Bauman to an unmarked door, presumably Interview Room #3.
Establishing Suitability for upgrading
"Mr. Wells, this is Mr. Bates' Head of Security, Gunther Grumman."
Having done his duty, Bauman moved to the side of the room and stood
silently.
Grumman came straight to the point. "Mr. Wells you're not in any
trouble."
Norm hated it when they said that.
"Mr. Wells, you are aware that each of our 34,000 employees worldwide
is scanned for facial identification on hiring and again each day on
entering the workplace."
Well actually Norm had forgotten but it seemed likely, after all, he
was working for a world class paranoid. He nodded.
"We ran a test early this morning to match a particular face to any
employee currently working and got some interesting results. Would you
like to see those results Mr. Wells?"
"I guess so."
Norm was getting a little more nervous each time this guy opened his
mouth. If Grumman told him he wasn't in any trouble one more time he
was going to bolt and take his chances with the gun outside.
"First, before we show you our little production, we must inform you
that we searched your apartment this morning after you left for work.
Many employees don't realize that we can do that according to a clause
in your Confidentiality and Employment Standards Agreement you signed
when you applied for your job in -" he shot a quick look at a file, "-
Billing Control. The agreement says we must inform you within 24 hours
of entering your apartment and conducting operations there. This is
your notification. Please sign here."
Norm signed the paper placed on the desk in front of him without
reading it, just like he hadn't read past the first page of the damned
CESA 8 years before. Sometimes, for a genius, he did some really
boneheaded things.
Grumman gave him a copy of the signed acknowledgment and Bauman dimmed
the lights. A picture on the wall flickered and a face appeared. It was
the wife of the Founder of BateSoft, Stephanie Bates, former model,
woman of mystery etc.
"You recognize this person?"
Norm nodded.
"And this."
Norm shook his head when the picture of a woman with spiky black hair
and a nose ring appeared.
He shook his head at the four other people who appeared since he knew
none of them. What the hell was going on?
"Our last picture is someone you do know, Norman."
Norm never took a good picture and this was no exception. He looked
like a nerd.
"And this is what you look like with some manipulation of the image."
Norm watched as his face thinned, eyebrows arched, lips became fuller
and hair appeared to halo the new 'him'. He'd seen this stuff before.
He looked like a woman, hell, he got that a lot anyway. His surprise
was the woman he looked like: Stephanie Bates.
"Okay, you got me, I'm really the wife of your boss in drag." Norm's
nervousness was loosening his tongue.
"I'm glad you mentioned drag."
As the lights came up again, Norm could see that Grumman was fingering
a black lacy thing that he recognized immediately. It was a bra; well,
his bra, well, one of them.
This was not going well, Norm figured it was a good time to shut up.
"When we checked your file and saw your physiological profile, we were
sure we had our man, our search of your place confirmed it. Norm we
have a really easy job for you. We'd like to make you an offer you
can't refuse."
Norm wasn't thrilled at the wording of that statement but he knew he
could not risk the exposure of his recreational pursuits.
"What do you have in mind?"
"We need you to impersonate Stephanie Bates for a short while."
Testing for System Stability
Norm was numb.
"But how, why?"
"We have a makeup artist here who can temporarily make you into a clone
of Stephanie Bates, you are her height, roughly her weight, you have
the same colouring and other features. The 'why' is more complicated.
You know that Ms Bates has become deeply involved with the operation of
the company in her years of marriage to Willard Bates?"
"Yes, but..."
"In fact, especially with the MOTEL project, she has become almost the
co-CEO of the company, would you not agree?"
"Well... Yes, but..."
"If Ms. Bates were to have a fatal accident, what would happen to the
stock value of BateSoft? "
"I suppose it would fall."
"If people thought she was fine, the stock would be fine, correct?"
"I guess so, but..."
"Mr. Wells, we need your help and are willing to offer a handsome bonus
if you will agree."
"How handsome?"
"$25,000 for a few hours work. Who knows, given your 'hobby' it might
not even seem like work at all."
"What do I have to do?"
Norm knew it didn't matter; he was trapped.
Examining files to Modify
"Mr. Wells, it is necessary for us to trust you with a secret. Can you
keep it?"
"Yes." Norm tried to sound positive even though he knew he couldn't
keep secrets.
"Ms. Bates is dead."
"What!"
"She was killed in an attack on a civilian helicopter while vacationing
in Costa Rica yesterday."
Norm's mind was reeling. She was such a great piece of as... No, don't
think that, she's dead.
"We are going to miss her very much." Grumman didn't look very sincere.
"What do I have to do?"
"You will be disguised as Ms. Bate and walk through the building as if
you had been here for a meeting. You will talk to no one, obviously,
and a security escort will be sure no one gets too close to you. A limo
will take you to the Bates Mansion where you will defeat the security
system Ms. Bates armed before she left on her trip South. It is keyed
to a facial and full body thermal scan. Thank God we were unable to
make it recognize voices so it will accept any verbal command coming
from an approved source. You will order the security system integrated
with the house to disarm itself and we will gain access."
"Ah, Mr. Grumman?"
"Yes."
"If the building security system does a full thermal body scan, will it
not detect that I am a man?"
"Exactly, why do you think those other people wouldn't have worked?
They were women."
"You mean that Stephanie was a..." Norm's voice grew weaker until it
simply stopped.
"A man, yes, now you know two secrets."
Modifying files
Forty five minutes later, Norm was slathered in makeup, shaved until he
glowed pink, had two incredibly realistic boobs pasted on his chest and
fitted for heels. A tight full corset trimmed his spreading waist and
pads filled out his flat ass. A grey suit, white blouse and a long
blonde wig completed the disguise. His legs clad in real silk stockings
and fastened to the corset felt like heaven.
"The machine wouldn't care if you had any makeup on, we know your face
would pass. This is for the trip out of the building. Your appearance
will stop the rumours from spreading. The TV cameras outside are far
enough away no one will get a really good look at you but they will see
what they expect anyway. By the way, those tits will soon be heated by
your body till they pass thermal scan too. This will be a piece of
cake. Sorry about the plucking of your eyebrows."
Grumman was briefing Norm... er Stephanie after the makeup person had
minced out of the makeshift dressing room.
Stephanie was concerned about other things. The makeup person,
nominally male, had suggested that they get together later at his
place. Norm was feeling a little soiled, Stephanie was fine with it.
With a phalanx of security, two ahead, two behind, Grumman and
Stephanie moved through the building lobby and into the sunshine. The
networks had arrived and were a safe distance away. She stopped before
entering the limo and waved at the camera.
'This is just like being a star.' she thought.
"Mr. Grumman, if all you want to do is disarm the security at the
house, why not have Mr. Bates do it? He must have the codes and be
recognized by the computer."
They were moving quickly through the traffic headed towards the
outskirts of town.
"Then you could use any of the women that look like her to fool the TV
cameras and it's done."
Grumman looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Mr. and Ms. Bates were having a misunderstanding, and she can be
somewhat strong willed. Mr. Bates has been deleted from the security
clearances for the house and has been living in the VIP quarters in
town for the last few weeks."
He twisted his head to look out the back window. A helicopter was
following at low level.
"Shit!" Grumman seemed deep in thought for a few minutes.
"Look Stephanie, I'm going to ask you for one more favour. We're going
to have to leave you at the house and make a big show about exiting the
grounds. That will leave you alone. Can you stay there for a little
while, say twenty four hours?"
"Why?"
"The networks won't stay long if it looks like you're back at home.
They probably want a few 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous' shots then
they'll lose interest. Could you put on a bathing suit or a robe and
sit by the pool soon after you get in?"
Norm wasn't so sure, Stephanie was doing mental cartwheels... "Red, it
has to be a red two piece!!!"
She wasn't aware she had spoken out loud.
Grumman smiled, this was working better than he planned.
"I'm sure that whatever you wanted in the closets could be going with
you when you have finished this job."
Stephanie was almost glowing. Images of lingerie, silk stockings,
corsets, bras, dresses and wigs danced in her head; it was just like
Christmas. She was simply the luckiest girl in the world. Norm was
wondering where the hell he was going to put all this stuff in his one
bedroom condo.
"Oh, one other thing. Mr. Bates will likely call you this evening to
thank you personally. He is really pleased you could help him out."
"Happy to help."
Stephanie really was.
Preparing to upgrade
Like the dear man said, entry was a piece of cake. It never entered her
pretty head that, if the system refused her, she was going to have to
trudge a half kilometre to the front guard house to thumb a ride back
to town. Dressed like she was, that could represent a bit of
difficulty.
In the garage, the system evaluated and accepted her in seconds.
WELCOME BACK MS. BATES
WHAT LEVEL OF CONTROL WOULD YOU LIKE?
"Total."
DONE
"Allow access to all areas."
DONE
She entered a fabulous kitchen.
"Light up the bar." A small-unseen spot highlighted an area just beyond
spotless hanging pots.
"Seal the perimeter."
SECURE
"Disable all internal recording until advised."
DISABLING NOW
By this time Stephanie had a bottle of scotch in her hand.
"Thirty five year old single malt, wonder what it tastes like?"
IT HAS A STRONG PEAT BASE WITH HINTS OF HEATHER AND SMOKE
"Who asked you?"
YOU DID
"Oh. Highlight the glasses." an upper cabinet lit up.
All by herself Stephanie found the ice and poured a delicate 5 oz or so
of the spirit into a short heavy tumbler; a quick splash of soda and
she was ready.
"Illuminate my bedroom and closets."
She headed towards the light.
Stripping off the business outfit was a pleasure. She looked so butch
in that. Grey, indeed. Rummaging, she wasn't long in finding the
bathing suits. Sure enough, a red two-piece to die for was soon
stretched over her smooth skin. She'd give them a show. Grabbing a
short robe and her scotch, Stephanie headed out the back patio doors to
the pool tucking her nasty bits away as she wiggled her enhanced ass.
She was definitely pudgy though; she was really going to have to lose
those ten... ten pounds and the spare tire.
For the next hour, Stephanie was photographed by not one but three
network helicopters sunning herself in the late afternoon at her house.
The world was reassured, the stock markets settled down and all was
well in the universe.
Another tumbler of scotch in her hand, she was standing at the bar a
few minutes later, bored already.
"Turn on the Television."
A huge panel on the far wall came to life. A menu offered her choice of
satellite or local channels but she ignored it and went back into the
bedroom for a change of clothes.
A long lavender peignoir was a good choice; a little tight around the
middle it still looked fantastic.
"I really should get something to eat." Stephanie had her first
intelligent thought of the day. "Later."
She grabbed the remote and aimed it at the wall. Selecting a satellite
service she slid into a waiting chair and searched briefly for the porn
channels. Soon a pretty young thing was attacking a huge throbbing
dick. Stephanie wouldn't be caught dead sucking on a man's cock but
there was something appealing in this when the cocksucker was a
gorgeous naked woman. The girl worked the shaft expertly Stephanie
mentally took notes. Someday she would have a girlfriend who would do
that for her and she wanted to know what to ask for. Strictly research
she assured herself.
Those guys must be surgically enhanced, she giggled, then shivered as
an image of a scalpel slicing her penis suddenly surfaced in her mind.
That was enough, she turned to an all news channel and waited only a
few minutes before the story of her death was debunked by the pictures
of Ms. Bates leaving BateSoft and arriving at her home. The pictures of
the beauty sunning herself weren't too clear but it was obvious that
she was drop dead gorgeous. Stephanie shivered with delight; even her
boobs seemed to be warmer. She was afraid that her lovely lingerie was
going to be soiled. Oh well, there was more, lots more.
Stephanie just loved this easy chair. It looked a little like a fixture
from a space ship but it was contoured so expertly that it seemed to be
custom made for her. The scotch was finished. Bored, Stephanie looked
for something to read. The small table in the corner had only a thick
bound manuscript... so she flipped it open.
The title: USER MANUAL MOTEL ver #6
[Magnetic Optical TransparEncy Logistics] model 6 prototype.
This would be the top-secret Motel project, the so-called Bates Motel.
Two hours later, another scotch destroyed, she was a lot more informed
about what BateSoft was doing with the MOTEL project. It was hard to
believe but, integrating supercomputers, micro technology in operating
techniques and MIR imaging, BateSoft was trying to make a machine to
automatically repair tissue damage, remove tumours and do cosmetic
surgery to repair damaged areas of the body. Using adult Stem cells and
a mutigen culture, new cells and complex structures like muscles could
be constructed from the patient's waste tissue. Done in a super clean
environment, the subject would heal in days, not months, and risk of
infection was negligible. The developers had even envisioned a type of
conditioning for the mind. It was suggested that, for example,
terrorists could be persuaded to change their ways by using a network
of fiber optics to programme the brain to reject violence and firmly
embrace 'The American Way'. That was sure scary.
"I hope Bush never hears about this." Stephanie chuckled to herself and
got up to get another scotch.
She was back in the comfortable chair when a telephone buzzed and the
screen came to life revealing a rather shocked-looking Chairman and
Chief Executive Officer of BateSoft, Willard Bates.
"I see you have made yourself at home Norman." his voice was dry and
just slightly sarcastic.
Damn, this is two way. "Yes sir, I was told..."
"It's all right, do you mind if I call you Stephanie?"
"No sir, I wouldn't mind."
"Stephanie I want to thank you for your help and assure you that, since
you seem to like the clothes you've found, you can have any you want. I
need you to do just one small thing."
"Anything, Mr. Bates."
"You seem to like that chair, it's like it was built for you."
"Yes sir."
"Have you got the remote; yes, good; Stephanie, do you see the large
button under the dark cover towards the bottom of the remote? Slide the
cover aside and press it please."
Stephanie pressed the button.
Her scotch went flying as two soft restraints positioned her arms
straight to her sides, her legs were similarly encased and she was
firmly held in a chair that was rapidly turning into a flat table. A
laser quickly cut off her peignoir. A second later her white lace
panties were unceremoniously deleted. Her breasts suddenly loosened and
fell away; she was truly, completely, naked. This was really, really
embarrassing.
"Thank you Stephanie, you're ready now."
The picture faded from the screen.
UPGRADE COMMENCING NOW
"What's going on?" Norman's voice betrayed her anxiety.
NO INPUT ACCEPTED WITHOUT ADMINISTRATOR APPROVAL
PREPARING TO UPDATE...
PLEASE REMAIN CALM
PRESS...
ENTER...
TO CONTINUE OR WAIT 20 SECONDS
She was frozen.
ESTABLISHING PARAMETERS FROM DATABASE
ELIMINATING EXTRANEOUS READINGS
One of the restraints on an arm activated. Stephanie could feel a brief
stinging sensation. She began to feel a bit more relaxed.
SUBJECT PREPARED FOR UPDATE
SEDATIVE LEVEL; LOW...
ANXIETY LEVEL; MODERATE
INITIAL SCAN COMPLETE
HELLO MS. BATES, ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR UPGRADE?
"NO, hell no."
VERY WELL...
LET'S PROCEED
YOU MAY STOP THE PROCESS AT ANY TIME
WITH THE VERBAL COMMAND 'STOP'
"Stop, stop, goddamnit STOP!!!"
NO DISSENT REGISTERED
PROCEED
SCAN LOG PROCESSED
She was screwed. What could she do?
Apparently; nothing.
With a soft 'whoosh' a low door opened in the wall. The chair slowly
moved towards it, though Stephanie could only see the ceiling. Soon she
was in totally white room and moving towards a large MIR chamber.
'MOTEL.' she thought. At least this ceiling had angled mirrors and she
could see much of what was happening.
SCANNING FOR ENTRY POINTS
ANAL PROBE READY
Stephanie felt the probe enter her from below. It didn't hurt; actually
it felt quite nice.
PENILE PROBE READY
*OhOh*
Invisible 'hands' held her parts steady as the probe slowing
penetrated. Boy, this was awkward.
NAVAL PROBE READY
This did hurt but it didn't seem to matter. She was quite relaxed now.
NIPPLE PROBES READY
There are holes in nipples? Ouch, Ouch
PROBES IN PLACE
PREPARING TRACHIAL AND ESOPHICAL PROBE
Her chin tingled and she felt her mouth involuntarily open very wide. A
second of choking then fresh air flowed into her lungs. Her mouth was
certainly full of something but at least she wasn't going to suffocate.
By this time Stephanie was fully engulfed by the machine and a soft
blue light was starting to scan from her feet upwards.
NASAL PROBE READY
That figures, she was resigned to this. She could feel the two probes
enter her nose pushing hard against the tissue at the back. A stinging
sensation only lasted a moment but she felt very strange.
FIBRE OPTICS IN PLACE STAND BY WHILE...
TESTING COMMENCES.
Stephanie started to experience emotions. They came from nowhere: fear,
rage, sadness, manic happiness, cold fury, and finally she was aroused,
so aroused she could not remember this level of excitement before. Next
came memories, she remembered her dad, but this wasn't her dad, her mom
but this wasn't her mom. They then vanished.
TEST COMPLETE
INTERFACE ESTABLISHED AND FUNCTIONAL
SCAN LOG REPRISE
EXTEMITIES: FEET: BEYOND TOLERANCE
REMEDY PROPOSED. ACCEPTED
MODIFY EXTREMITIES TO CONFORM
Please understand; she SHOULD have felt a lot of pain at this point.
Stephanie knew it was there, it just didn't matter. Whatever was
flowing through the vein in her arm was powerful and the 'modification'
of the feet just wasn't important, oh, that must have hurt alright, she
just didn't feel it.
LEGS WITHIN TOLERANCE
NO ACTION TAKEN
She always knew she had great legs.
PELVIC EXAM...
ohoh...
COMPLETE BEYOND TOLERANCE
REMEDY PROPOSED ACCEPTED
REMEDY DELAYED UNTIL MATERIAL AVAILABLE.
Whew.
ABDOMINAL EXAM BEYOND TOLERANCE
6.8 Kg. FATTY TISSUE AVAILABLE FOR PROCESSING AND REALLOCATION
The probe in her naval began to vibrate as the machine 'harvested' many
years of abuse and inadequate exercise. This machine could be worth
millions in the fat industry.
The anal probe began to move; she could feel the cheeks of her ass
swelling. Thankfully the penile plant was steady and seemed to be doing
nothing.
PENILE ADJUSTMENTS BEYOND TOLERANCE
Oh no!
REMEDIES PROPOSED
OPTION B: 22 CENTIMETERS ACCEPTED
2.9 Kg. MATERIAL EXPENDED
3.9 Kg. AVAILABLE.
Her penis began to expand as the companion probe stimulated her
prostate. Soon she was fully erect and the instrument began its work.
0.2 Kg MATERIAL EXPENDED 3.7Kg AVAILABLE
STAGE TWO... BREAST ADJUSTMENT.
Her nipples started to swell. In moments she could feel the
reconstituted fat cells encased in muscle fibre nets flowing into her,
being shaped while other muscles stretched and began to adjust to the
new size of her absolutely perfect D cup breasts.
3.0 Kg. MATERIAL EXPENDED...
0.7 Kg. AVAILABLE
STAGE THREE ARMS BEYOND TOLERANCE
3.2 Kg. AVAILABLE REALLOCATE AS NECESSARY TO LOCAL AREAS
Her arms began to tingle as they were shaped.
SURFACE CRAINAL EXAM BEYOND TOLERANCE
Oh...oh this is gonna hurt.
STAGE ONE JAWLINE BEYOND TOLERANCE
RESHAPING JAW
Surprisingly, only a very small amount of pain reached Stephanie's
brain.
STAGE TWO NOSE BEYOND TOLERANCE
REMEDIES PROPOSED ACCEPTED OPTION B
By this time, Stephanie was totally ready for the tiny amount of pain
that followed.
STAGE THREE BROW AREA WITHIN TOLERANCE
NO ACTION TAKEN.
STAGE FOUR VOICE BOX
BEYOND TOLERANCE
REMEDY PROPOSED
ACCEPTED
Her throat started to tingle as cords were shortened, stretched, and
otherwise 'tuned' while air was constantly blown over them. Shaving the
Adam's apple was done at the same time.
Finally the machine became quiet and Stephanie was plunged into
darkness.
It was over.
UPDATE CONTINUES
What! No wait!! She tried to speak but could only gurgle through the T
and E probe.
Suddenly, the blackness started to form into clear images. Her eyes
were still closed but something was feeding visual and audio
information directly to her brain. A flurry of images and sounds
flooded in; some were disgusting, some fascinating, some warm and
fuzzy, some cold and analytical. One image persistently repeated. A
blond woman on her knees was servicing a familiar looking man; when the
picture was clarified, Stephanie was the blond. A wave of disgust
spread through her, although she was pleased with the swinging globes
that were her perfect breasts, she had NEVER done that and never would!
In total, 11,345 scenarios were evaluated and processed.
DATA COLLECTED PROCESSING
COMPLETE MODIFICATIONS PROPOSED
ACCEPTED
No no no no no no
The images returned. Most of her responses were the same. The
persistent image of the blond servicing that familiar man was back. Her
breasts were still perfect and the source of a great deal of pleasure;
the man, though, seemed more appealing, kinda cute actually. His penis
looked a lot better now, strong and compelling in a strange way. She
could feel it on her tongue and it seemed actually quite tasty. You
know that this kind of skill could come in really handy. Wells, you
live and learn.
The scenarios continued for an indefinite period of time.
PROCESS COMPLETE
PRIMARY UPGRADE...
SUCESSFULLY COMPLETED MODEL STEPHANIE 2.0.1.D...
READY FOR SERVICE IN...
4 DAYS HEALING PROCESS TO COMMENCE...
NOW
Stephanie sunk into blackness.
She was not aware of the clean room that provided a secure healing
environment or the drugs flowing through her system to adjust her to a
new self. An optimum level of female hormones was introduced and
implants inserted to maintain that level. Primary Sex organs were
carefully isolated from those hormones flooding the rest of her body by
filters installed in both incoming arteries and outgoing veins. Low-
level electrical stimulation ensured that muscles adopted a more female
look and actually improved her fitness. Laser and microsurgery removed
all facial and body hair except for approved areas. Finally the oxygen
rich atmosphere made the entire bio unit repair itself much faster.
UPGRADING COMPLETE, THANK YOU FOR USING BATESOFT PRODUCTS.
"Stephanie. Stephanie."
Someone was shaking her gently. Her eyes slowly opened revealing a
tall, gorgeous man leaning over her chair. She felt refreshed and must
have had a lovely sleep.
"Hi Will." she stretched and yawned. "What time is it?"
"7:00 Am, Tuesday."
"Wow."
"We have a really busy day. Your new secretary and security chief have
to be briefed. NBC and CBS have separate interviews at 11:00 and 1:00.
Staff has talking-points for you on each. You're quite the star now you
know."
"Norman Wells?"
"I think he was rewarded adequately."
"Hummmmmm, you bet. Say pal, do you have a snooze button?"
"I think we can spare 15 minutes."
"Make it 20; you got a deal."
Will smiled, kissed her and lifted her in his arms. She nuzzled him and
started to nibble at his ear.
Giggling, she fell back on the chair pulling him to her.
EPILOGUE
In the previous three months of bliss, Stephanie had never been so
happy, she learned quickly the ins and outs of corporate life and was
even resuming her leadership role in the MOTEL project. She got along
well with the entire crew, especially the Section Head, a young dark
haired beauty named Dr. Donna Racz. They had worked closely together
for many weeks now on aspects of the new program.
Will Bates had never been so satisfied with life. Stephanie was
everything he could have wanted. She begged to service him and never
missed an opportunity. The sex was fantastic and she was even working
out well at the office. Tonight when he got home, she had promised a
real surprise. Since they had done everything imaginable-- he had
programmed in every fantasy he'd ever had --he was eager to finish the
day and start their vacation with a great night of weird, wonderful
sex.
When he got home, Will relaxed in the chair and watched a little
Bloomberg as usual to keep up with the Tokyo exchange. He was just
nodding off, only a little annoyed that Steph had not been there to
greet him, when the screen buzzed and she appeared. Judging by the lab
behind her, she was still at work.
"Hi Will."
"Hi Steph."
"Override security lockouts and process file BatesUpgrade 2.0.0.2"
"Huh."
PROCESSING
The restraints had his arms, straightening them, his legs were already
secure. He was aware of the lasers cutting off his clothing but, since
he was stunned, he could only mouth "What?"
Stephanie was as bright and cheerful as ever and Dr. Racz had moved to
stand beside her; very close beside her.
"Before the sedative takes effect, Will, I should tell you what a
wonderful time we're going to have. With your new and improved body and
attitude you should be able to keep it up much longer, and it will be
longer too." Both women giggled. "You will love it. Most of your
kinkier subroutines are still there we and we added a few of our own."
"Oh, and Will, Donna and I will spend the 4 days you take to heal at
the house. I hope you don't mind but we have a few routines of our own
to explore. Don't worry, I wont wear her out, we'll have lots of energy
left to exploit your potential when you're are ready for our use. We
had a lot of fun designing Will Bates version 2.0.0.2; we hope you have
as much fun living it."
Mara
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