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Alter Gender
It's fairly common knowledge that, while the Internet is an American
invention, the World Wide Web we know today was invented at CERN, a
nuclear research lab in Europe. Likewise, the humble QWERTY keyboard we
all know and love is a product of America. Less well known, however, is
the story of two research scientists who made some interesting
additions to the keyboard which remain with us today. Here, for the
first time, is their story...
"Rain again. Pissing it down. All it does here is bloody rain. Why the
hell did we agree to this?"
James Reed pushed himself away from the window and let out a large sigh
in the direction of Aaron, his concentrating colleague. Aaron had been
the driving force behind the two of them coming to work at the newly-
created CERN labs, coming out to this deserted hell hole, where all the
women were either old or wouldn't think of dating a scientist, where
all the men talked about either particle physics or computers, where
the only alcohol available was real ale for the old men to dip their
beards in.
James wasn't suited to this kind of place. He was a reluctant genius at
programming, and had only come here because the pay was so good. But he
was only 23, and with CERN being miles from the nearest nightlife, he
was desperate to get back to London.
"I'm going home Aaron. I mean it this time. I'm going mental out here.
I gotta get back to civilisation!"
Aaron at last looked up from his computer screen, his bespectacled face
glowing blue in the reflected monitor light. "J, you've already decided
to go home five times this week. And it's only Tuesday. Now stop
whining and help me with this last piece of code."
Grumbling, James went over to the screen and peered at what Aaron had
written. The project they were working was making some minor
alterations to a keyboard - an experiment to see what worked being on
the keyboard, and what was just wasting space. All that was left to do
was to optimise the code and then distribute the keyboards around the
facility, and see what everyone thought.
Aaron got up and went to the window himself as James took his place and
started editing. "Man, you're right," Aaron noted. "It's really pouring
down out..."
He was suddenly drowned out by what sounded like an almighty explosion,
and a blinding flash of light. It took a couple of seconds for their
addled minds to realise it was just a lightning strike - albeit one
that had happened directly over the roof of the building they were in.
They also realised the ceiling lights were flickering dangerously, and
the computers in the lab had all switched off - except for theirs,
which continued to glow a serene blue.
"Jeez," Aaron said softly. He turned to James. "Is our work okay?"
"Yeah," James said, trying to calm his hammering heart. He didn't like
storms. "Screen flickered a bit, but everything seems fine." He tapped
a few keys. "I'll run a quick diagnostic test to double check."
The lab door opened, and Viktor, an excitable German techie poked his
head in. "Did you guys hear that?! Sounded like the world coming down
huh? The security systems have all shut down so we're all trapped here
until they can get the front doors unlocked. Hope you guys aren't
hungry..."
He dashed off to spread the word before either of them could get a word
in. Aaron looked out the door after him.
"I'm going to have a poke about, I'm sure we can activate the security
from in the building somewhere," Aaron said, already out the door. "Be
back in five!"
James was barely listening. There did some to be some alterations to
the code after the strike, but the keyboard still worked fine. He
decided to test it out with an internal message, something they'd
started calling 'electronic mail'. Loading up his editor, he started
typing.
Ulrich,
Further to your note about us making suggestions to improve things
here, I'd like to suggest the following.
1) Real drinks in the bar.
2) A nightclub
3) A cinema
James stopped and pondered for a second. He then hit the new Alt Gr
(Alternative Graphics) key they'd added to the keyboard - intended to
display text in various formats, bold, italic, underline etc. He
pressed it three times for underline, then added
4) At least one girl, big breasts, generally sexy, that doesn't mind
going out with scientists...
Just then Mike Ashcroft, his only friend at CERN besides Aaron, came in
looking distracted. As James pressed the Alt Gr key again, Mike said,
"Hey James, have you seen..."
He got no further. James wasn't entirely sure what happened, but the
computer bleeped, and the space between it and Mike seemed
to...shimmer, like a mirage in the desert. Mike looked startled as he
became trapped in a glistening bubble of air, with James frozen in
shock.
Mike's body changed bit by bit. He started to shrink, his 6ft lanky
frame descending past 5'11", past 5'9", down to a petite 5'2". Next,
his ginger hair grew longer and longer, falling below his shoulders and
turning to a very light blonde colour. James saw with shock that two
lumps were pushing out against his now ill-fitting shirt - breasts that
just seemed to keep growing. They stuck out proudly, the nipples
straining through his shirt.
Mike's entire body then took on a far more feminine shape...he grew
curves, his legs and arms slimmed, and even his fingers became more
delicate, the fingernails becoming longer. Last to change was Mike's
face, with deep blue eyes replacing faded brown, an incredibly cute,
baby doll face substituting Mike's pock-marked visage, and thick, wet
lips surrounding his mouth. In a brief moment of clarity, James
wondered what it must be like to inhabit a body so clearly meant for
sex, as this one was.
Mike's clothes then began to change. His shirt began to constrict even
further on his body, changing to a deep black colour, a blouse with a
plunging neckline. Though he couldn't see it, James knew a bra must
have appeared underneath the clothing, as Mike's already impressive
breasts got a further cleavage-enhancing lift.
His trousers were quickly disappearing upwards, baring smooth, tanned
legs for the world to see. The slacks eventually fused together above
the knee, creating a barely-decent skirt, perfect for the slutty
secretary it seemed Mike was becoming. Last were the shoes, which
morphed into open-toe sandals, lending Mike four inches to his height.
Then, as if in a brief explosion, the shimmering air got briefly
brighter, then disappeared. Mike staggered back, and James leapt up
from his inertia in time to make a very pleasant catch of the beautiful
body.
"Thanks, James!" Mike's new sex kitten voice purred. "I don't know what
came over me then...must be, like, being around you!" He giggled, and
stood up, straightening his skirt. "I'll see you around..."
The heels clicked as Mike walked out of the office, his gorgeous butt
swinging. Mike cast a coquettish look over his shoulder before
disappearing out into the corridor. James was still simply speechless.
He didn't react when Aaron returned, looking very cautious.
"James? Who the hell was that? She was gorgeous! I'd have noticed her
around before...Where'd she come from?"
James just stared at him, before a big grin broke over his face. "Oh
Aaron, mate. You are not going to believe what just happened..."
** 2 Hours Later **
"Okay," Aaron said, the exasperation clear on his face. "Let's check
the code one more time."
"Oh for Christ's sake, Aaron!" James exclaimed. "You're not going to
figure it out. Can't you stop being so logical and accept something
about the storm has done something to the computer?"
"No," Aaron said. "Look, there's only one way to prove this actually
happened. You're going to have to try it on me."
James stared at him. "Are you nuts? Did you see Mike? You want to be
turned into a sexed up bimbo?"
"You don't have to go that far," Aaron said. "You said you typed
'doesn't mind going out with scientists'. Therefore some aspect of
mental change must have occurred for that to become true! We'll just
try something basic."
Aaron hadn't actually answered James' question, because in truth he
wouldn't have minded being turned into a sexed up bimbo. He had always
been taken with the idea of trying things from the other side. But he
wasn't about to tell James that.
"Okay, we'll give it a shot," James said, going to the computer. "But
what do you want to change about you that's feminine?"
They'd tried a 'safe' experiment earlier on, whereby James had put '9
inch penis' into the computer, and pressed the key. They'd eventually
come to the conclusion that it only worked where some kind of gender
switch was involved. It seemed remarkably prophetic that the key in
question was the Alt Gr key - maybe it didn't stand for Alternative
Graphics, but Alter Gender?
"Um...try...I dunno," Aaron said, moving behind the computer. "Give me
long fingernails."
James raised his eyebrows. "O...k. Long fingernails it is." He tapped
Alt Gr, typed in 'Long fingernails', then pressed the key again. He
looked up in anticipation.
It was much less dramatic this time. The shimmering was barely
noticeable, and Aaron didn't notice anything happening. But when he
looked at his hand, he saw perfectly formed painted red nails at the
end of his fingertips.
"Oh my god," he whispered, unconsciously examining them with spread
fingers, as a woman would do, rather than with a clenched fist. He
looked up at James. "What have we created here?"
James was grinning. "I don't know, buddy, but before you get too
excited, let's see if you can go back to normal." He typed 'Male
fingernails' into the computer. Somewhat to Aaron's disappointment, the
nails seemed to retract into his hand, leaving him with his old
fingertips.
"We've got to tell somebody about this!" James said, standing up. "This
could be the greatest discovery since...well, ever."
Aaron didn't want to tell anybody yet. He wanted to experiment some
more, and moved towards the computer. "That's dangerous. You know what
the bureaucrats are like. They'll take it away from us, run tests, and
we'll never see it again because they'll destroy it in testing it. We
should keep it here for now."
James had a perplexed expression on his face. "Bollocks would they.
This is easily the most exciting thing that's ever happened to CERN.
They'd never let anything happen to it!"
Aaron was getting frustrated. "But you can't get out anyway. The doors
are locked. None of the high-ups are here to tell."
"I don't care about the high-ups! I want to tell everyone. And if
nothing else, we should at least get Mike turned back to his normal
self. God knows what damage that thing might be doing." With that,
James strode purposefully to the door. Aaron leapt to the keyboard.
"Wait!" he shouted as James opened the door. "You might want to see
this..."
James turned and sighed. "What?"
Aaron typed on the keyboard, and pressed Alt Gr. Looking at James, he
said, simply, "Sorry." The glowing text on the screen read: Little
girl. Immobile.
James found himself ensconced in the same glistening bubble of air Mike
had been trapped in. He looked at Aaron with fear in his eyes as he
felt himself shrinking. He seemed to shrink a lot - going down to about
5ft tall. He felt a tickle at the back of his neck, and managed to
raise an arm. Jet black hair entwined itself in his rapidly narrowing
fingers.
Aaron couldn't believe how quick the changes were. James' figure was
becoming increasingly svelte and pixie like. He was developing budding
breasts, and his legs were incredibly slim. Aaron hadn't defined
'little', but it seemed James was becoming about 11 years old. His head
reshaped to give him an angelic face, and a long graceful neck. His
clothes altered - a simple white T-shirt, stylish jeans, and 2 inch
school type heels. The bubble disappeared - and James found himself
unable to move a muscle.
Aaron let out a breath and moved towards the frozen schoolgirl. "Sorry
about that, James. I need to try this out myself. I only made you
little for easier storage, you see."
With that, he opened a cupboard and gently took hold of his immobile
friend. He lifted his light frame into the cupboard and closed the
door, leaving a little crack for air. He turned around, feeling awfully
guilty, then saw the computer and remembered the possibilities. It
looked incredibly innocent and bland, despite the awesome power it
contained. Aaron was almost afraid to use it again.
But his desire was stronger than his fear, and his fingers hovered
eagerly over the keyboard. There was only one thing he wanted to try.
He started tapping on the computer, entering his ideal shape, refining
it, adding details until it was perfect. Then he pressed Alt Gr, and
waited for the changes to commence...
James seethed in the cupboard. He couldn't move his lithe young body at
all, but he could feel, hear and see everything going on. The heels
were starting to hurt his feet, and having breasts on his chest was
just too weird. And he couldn't believe the betrayal by that perverted
bastard out there, who even now was typing away, no doubt to fulfil
some other weird desire in his twisted mind.
Suddenly he heard an, "Oh crap!" from Aaron, as the now-familiar
shimmering bubble entered James's cupboard. As James felt himself
growing taller, he would have heaved a sigh of relief if he could have
moved. He was becoming male again!
Then he stopped growing, after only a couple of inches. He felt a
tingling in his rear, as his hips and ass widened to take a much more
feminine and sexy shape. His breasts began pushing out even further in
the tight white top. Some of his previously jet-black hair fell over
his front, and he saw it was now a peroxide blonde.
His clothes were next. He felt himself shoot up an extra four inches,
and felt cool leather against his skin up to his knees. He was now
wearing a pair of black heeled boots, his jeans having been replaced by
a miniskirt. His top rapidly shrank, becoming a thin piece of black
fabric that barely covered his large breasts.
"What the hell?" James said in a high, breathy, bubblegum voice, as he
looked down at his sultry new form. It was a few seconds before he
realised that, in fact, he was no longer frozen. He stepped out of the
cupboard, fell awkwardly on his new heels, and crashed to the floor,
right into Aaron's astonished gaze.
"You shit!" James screamed, sounding like a petulant little girl. "What
the hell was that about?"
Aaron's mouth just opened and closed, as he looked James up and down,
and up again. Despite James's furious look, his eyes rested on James
chest, which only served to make James madder. He went over to Aaron,
managing to balance on the heels, and pushed him out of the chair.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson!" he said, sitting down at the
terminal, and briefly enjoying the feeling of the extra padding on his
behind. "Let's see how you like it."
He looked at the text on the screen, deleted it, and replaced it with
the simple words, 'sex kitten'.
Aaron supposed the smile James gave him was meant to be nasty, but it
looked adorable on his sexy feminine face. He didn't know what James
had typed, but he had no time to get out of the way. The bubble shot
out from the back of the computer, and encased him as he lay on the
floor. His hair was the first thing to change, becoming a deep, rich
red, and growing out to the middle of his back. His face softened, his
eyes changing to a deep, dark brown, with a wide-eyed, long-lashed
look. His lips became softer and infinitely sexier, as heavy make-up
appeared in all the right places, instantly changing his face from
innocent to decidedly slutty.
The changes moved downward, as two lumps grew on his chest and rapidly
expanded. His breasts clearly had implants, as they stood firm and
upright even in Aaron's supine position. His abdomen became smooth and
flat, and a piercing appeared in his belly button. His hips grew out,
and his legs slimmed and actually got longer. Nail varnish on his toes
and delicate fingers completed the picture.
The bubble wasn't through yet, though. A pair of white high heels
appeared on his feet, with his trousers morphing into a matching skirt
and thong. A simple white bra appeared where his shirt had been,
struggling to contain his mighty breasts. The bubble shimmered a
little, then disappeared, leaving a sex kitten where the nerdy
technician had once been. Aaron shook his blonde locks, then locked his
big doe eyes onto James.
"Wow," he said, with a smile. "Obviously I can't change myself.
Thanks!"
Aaron's equanimous reaction just made James even madder. He went over
to Aaron, adapting nicely to the boots, and pulled him to his feet.
"You're a nut job! You should never have been let near that machine!
For all you know, you could have killed us! Or be killing us!"
Aaron wasn't listening. His hands were all over his body, fondling his
breasts, stroking his new smooth legs. "You did a good job!"
James was incensed, carrying an expression that didn't sit well on his
cute face. "Are you mad? Aren't you listening to me, you twisted
fuck?!"
James and Aaron were so caught up in their argument, they didn't notice
Viktor, their German colleague, re-enter the room, wondering what all
the fuss was about. He stared in shock at the two sexy women - girls,
really - in the room, one with her hand between her legs, the other
shouting at the first. The second girl seemed ferocious, and Viktor
wasn't about to interrupt her. Wondering where Aaron and James had
gone, Viktor went quietly to the nearest computer and typed a message
to them. As an afternoon, he added "Why are there two bimbos in your
room?!"
Going to press the 'Ctrl' key to send, he accidentally hit the Alt-Gr
key. Viktor was a skittish chap, and didn't hang around to wait and see
what the bubble that had just appeared would do. He had seen enough
strange things in the labs around here to know when to get out of the
way. He ran out of the door.
James was frozen, looking into Aaron's eyes as the computer figured out
a way to act on the last command. And it did. James watched, helpless,
as the intelligence seeped out of Aaron's eyes. James himself felt his
thinking cloud over, his thoughts slowing down, and a pleasant
fuzziness creeping in. If he had been able, he would have giggled as he
stood there in his sexy girl's body, staring into Aaron's vacant eyes.
He began to get turned on as he looked at the immobile girl. James felt
sooo good. She felt, like, sooo sexy.
The bubble burst.
Epilogue
Viktor never reported what he had seen in the lab, but he did sneak a
look at the computer after the two giggling bimbos had been removed
from the lab, trying to grab at the muscular security men. He
discovered some very strange code, light years ahead of it's time. He
didn't have time to look at anything else, as the project director
turned up to find out what had happened. Viktor decided to keep quiet.
Mike - who was now known as Kayleigh - continued as a secretary at
CERN, blissfully unaware of anything being amiss. Whilst nobody knew
from where she had come, nobody complained, as she was strangely
attracted to the scientists at the facility. Aaron and James were never
seen again at the facility, but a nightclub was set up in James's
memory, which featured two very attractive dancers...
And the keyboard? The project manager was impressed with the work, and
decided to keep the extra buttons. As the years passed, most new
keyboards lost the original code Aaron and James developed. But there
are still a few around. Give it a try...yours might be one of them.
Gert
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