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Jack Stevens was on his way to paradise. The 26 year old had managed to
beat the system. Through some rather crooked accounting, he had managed
to liberate almost two million dollars from some retirement homes
accounts. His deeds were impossible to trace and now he sat in the
driver's seat of his convertible racing towards the beach house he had
so recently purchased. Life was looking good. He was rich and
unencumbered, healthy and good-looking. He was 5 foot 10 inches tall,
with a swimmer's build. Taught and muscular. He kept is blond hair
trimmed short and had always received compliments regarding his deep
blue eyes. He was moving quite quickly, heedless of speed limits on
this rarely traveled back road. As he came round a particularly tight
s-curve he was startled to see a large white box van blocking the road.
Pushing his reflexes and auto to the limit, he managed to slide into a
stop, narrowly missing the truck.
Jack leapt from his car. Fear, adrenaline and rage driving his actions.
"Just what in the hell do you think your doing!!??!!" he screamed,
stomping towards the driver's side door. Reaching the handle, he was
knocked slightly off balance when the door opened just as he was about
to grasp it.
"Good afternoon Jack, you showed up almost thirty seconds ahead of
schedule," the driver muttered.
Slightly shocked and off-balance, Jack struggled to take in the man's
appearance. But, he found nothing to recognize in the figure, obscured
as it was with sunglasses, hat and jumpsuit.
Jack half managed a reply, "Who..., how do you know my name?" when
suddenly the figures right hand shot out. In the driver's grasp was a
strange silver cylinder. In a measure of nanoseconds, a powerful
electric pulse shot out, lashing into Jack. With lightning speed he was
robbed of consciousness.
Jack's eye lids fluttered as he slowly regained consciousness. He was
vaguely numb and nauseous. As he regained awareness he looked down at
himself, then took in his surroundings. He was apparently in the cargo
section of the box truck. A single overhead light dimly lit the
compartment. He was strapped into a metal chair. His ankles, waist and
wrists were bound by shackles to the chairs frame. Most startling of
all, a young woman was in the same state across from him. She was bound
as he was, in a duplicate chair, a mere four feet from Jack, directly
facing him. She looked to be in her late teens to early twenties, with
brown hair to her shoulders and vibrant green eyes. She seemed to be in
fantastic shape, dressed in a pair of tiny white shorts, a blue tank
top and a pair of wedge sandals. In any normal circumstance, Jack would
have found her mouthwatering. But the look of terror on her face robbed
the situation of any charm.
"What's happening!?" Jack asked her.
"I,I,I...I don't know, I was coming out of the student union when this
weird guy stopped me." she stuttered. "He called me by name and before
I knew what was happening he zapped me with a strange device."
"Nearly the same happened to me." Jack offered.
Before he could ask any more questions, they felt the truck abruptly
stop. Seconds later the door slid up and open. The driver from earlier
stepped in, darkness and obscuring his visage.
"We're here my little guinea pigs!" He shouted, half laughing as the
words poured out.
"What is this!!!??!!" Jack screamed, hoping against up that this would
all be revealed as some sick joke. The young woman merely cried, to
afraid to do anything else.
"Shhhhh, not now," the mystery man intoned, "I have so much work to do,
explanations can wait until later. For now, nighty-nite kids!"
Jack felt a pin prick in his wrist, hidden in his shackle. As he lost
his consciousness for the second time he could dimly see the young
woman across from him doing likewise. His last awareness was of the
strange man laughing.
Again, Jack's eyes fluttered open, dim half-awareness gave way to
consciousness. Jack was dizzy and nauseous to boot. Slowly gaining
self-awareness he began to make an attempt to take in his situation. He
could tell by his balance and tenuous attempts at movement that he was
still restrained. But now, he was lying on his back. He was on a white
table, tilted at an angle. His arms were again shackled at the wrists
and his legs at the ankles. Everything felt wrong though. As his
eyesight slowly regained focus, he was horrified to discover why. In a
full length mirror across from him, Jack could see his face, mouth
open, eyes wide with shock. Directly below his head was a strange coil
of metal, encircling him where his neck met it. Scratch that, because
it wasn't his neck! Jack scanned slowly downward from the metal coil.
The metal coil of a collar that now connected him to the slim graceful
neck of the young woman he had seen earlier! The neck that connected
him to the rest of her body! The neck that lead to her lovely breasts,
the neck that lead to her taught little belly, the neck that lead to
her curved, supple legs! His head was on that girl's body!
Jack couldn't even utter a word, he just sat there, terrified, with no
idea what to do. Suddenly his mysterious captor came round the table.
"Amazing isn't it Jack?! You my young friend are a modern medical
miracle." The man smiled with apparent pride.
"What have you done to me??!!??" Jack screamed. His voice sounded like
his own, but with a strange metallic ring to it.
Sensing Jack's confusion at the sound, his captor spoke, "I'm afraid my
device comes close to replicating your voice, but there's still some
fine tweaking."
Jack teared up slightly before whispering sadly, "Why?"
"Partly for fun, but mostly to see if I could." He walked around in
front of Jack before continuing. "My experiments aren't the kind that
you can just pull off in the public arena and I've never felt the need
to constrain myself with ethical considerations. I've been working on
pushing the envelope in transplant science and wanted to carry it as
far as I could." He stepped back, admiring his handy work. "I knew I
could pull off a radical head-graft with my technology, just as I knew
I could link the subjects neural system through my computer system to
make everything jive properly." He reached out to the silver coil,
seemingly polishing it. "I even perfected a sound technology that would
allow the head donor to keep a replica of their voice." He caressed
Jack's cheek. "Looking through immigration records for this little
island paradise, I found you, with no family and no connections." He
patted Jack's cheek. "Checking this island paradises' local
university's records, I found a lovely young woman who matched you in
both height and blood type, not that both were necessary of course, I
just wanted to keep it simple for this first little exercise."
The mystery man pulled a small device from his overall's pocket.
Hitting a small button on it. Jack's table pivoted forward, followed by
the manacles releasing. Jack wobbled on the floor, trying to balance on
the young woman's wedge sandals. Taking the initiative Jack lunged
forward, not really knowing what to do. He reached out in a vain
attempt to throttle the man across from him, even though he now
outweighed him by a good 50 lbs. Before he could reach him the man
activated another series of buttons in sequence on his hand held
device. A strange tingling sensation washed over Jack's now female
body. From the neck down he lost total control. Stopping suddenly, his
girl body's posture went ramrod straight. His wedge-sandaled feet went
shoulder width apart and his hands went behind his back, right hand
grabbing his left wrist. Not only was his head trapped on a beautiful
young woman's body, but he had absolutely no control over it! Jack
began to whimper.
"One of the fringe benefits of the neural interface is a total control
over your bodies' actions." The man gave Jack a devilish grin. "Now
Jack my boy, or is it girl? Never mind. Follow me we have work to do."
The man walked toward an exit.
Jack's lithe new legs walked after him. The man half looked back over
his shoulder while adjusting his hand held device, "and put a little
wiggle in that walk, you know, sex it up a bit."
Despite his own wishes, jacks dainty arms unclenched and fell to his
sides, alternatively moving forward and back in time with her legs.
Worse, the damn little minx of a body's hips swayed back and forth,
showing off its delightful little ass. Jack could hear the towering
wedge sandals click on the floor, one after another. While his new body
strutted, Jack's head cried.
To be continued
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