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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 2 Jeremy and Lisa crept quietly towards the Taylor's barn. Evening insects and the Whippoorwills called to each other in the dusky light. Lisa did not detect that anyone was present. They crept into the barn while Lisa kept watch. Jeremy was startled to see the box missing in the hay. He went over to investigate and discovered that where the box used to be was a gray metal case a little larger than two laptops stacked together. He saw the case had the same strange symbols as he saw on the panel before. He examined the box for any seams or other features. He found none. Lisa came over on her treads. She moved almost silently. "What do you think happened?" he asked. Lisa lifted a sensor and probed the device. "It appears to have collapsed into a storage form. This state is denser than the other. There also is no electronic signature or emanation like there was before. I guess it's waiting for something," she replied. "What about these symbols?" he asked. "Well they mean something. They're from the same set as the panel but I don't know what they mean," Lisa replied. They left the box where Jeremy found it. Jeremy performed the chores. "Okay, I guess we're ready to go," he said. "Jeremy are you sure?" Lisa asked. "No Lisa I'm not. But if things get really bad we'll come find Mom, okay?" he said. Together the two of them made their way across the back of the Taylor's property to the county road. Jeremy climbed into the chair of what looked vaguely like a pony cart. Lisa made the cart from Jeremy's bicycle and her cart while he slept the night before. The cart had two hooks that fit into her own tow points. Lisa smoothly applied power to her treads. They pulled out onto the dark paved country road at a modest fifty kilometers per hour. Lisa estimated they would reach their destination in four point one five hours. Jeremy tried to make himself comfortable. After a while the monotony of the roads lulled him to sleep. Lisa used the opportunity to begin exploring more of her cybernetic abilities. She was particularly interested in surfing the Internet - something that was virtually impossible before. She found it very easy to piggyback a cellular phone signal and began hacking her way stealthily onto the telecom and internet system backbone. It was about then Lisa realized that her consciousness had split. Her consciousness was seeing two realities. She was truly multitasking two different sets of realities. One of them was the physical world where Jeremy and she were on a county road. She was aware of herself pulling Jeremy on the road that would eventually lead them across the state boundary. She knew Jeremy's respiration rate, the cows and horses in fields as well as coyotes and rabbits. She could feel the uneven surface she traveled on through her treads. The other reality was the internet system. Her mind provided a frame of reference to explain what she perceived. It was a virtual world that for her was just as real as the physical world. Her perceptions ascribed real world metaphors to the electronic reality she experienced. She felt and saw the internet system information packets passing by her. She could feel signal pulses passing through and around her. Her awareness of her existence in this electronic realm extended to recognizing that she was a collection of the same information packets that were around her. She marveled as she realized that in the internet system in the node she occupied for the moment she was a collection of photons. More pragmatically she recognized them as a collection of ones and zeros. Even if she was a collection of ones and zeros her mind supplied an allegory for herself that was truly amazing. It was similar to the hologram she used before. She seemed to be floating. Her long legs stretched below her making her appear as a tall woman. Her hair was long and dark with red highlights like her mother's. It floated around her as if she were in a pool of water or weightless. It glinted and sparkled as if either it glowed of its own light or reflected light from all around her. Her limbs were long and lean with soft feminine curves. It was apparent they were also strong, not the shriveled emaciated things warped by her cerebral palsy with which she had grown up. Her body was covered in a white diaphanous silk cloth that draped over and around her body to her ankles. It glinted and sparkled too. Through it she could see her full breasts and dark pink nipples. Her breasts jutted from her chest and were not overly large but definitely full. Her hips flared seductively at the waist and looking behind she felt she had a small feminine butt. She could also see a small dark triangle at her crotch. Although Jeremy may not like having hair there she did. It made her feel as if she was a grown woman, which this body obviously was. The sensations of movement and action were very strange to her in this realm or even the real world. She wondered, "Is this what I truly am? Is this a reflection of how I view myself? Or is this something I might become?" Lisa reflected a moment on how she was before the change and how she was now. She felt that she had more logic and forethought to her actions. She felt less controlled by her emotions than before. Overall there was a sense of freedom, of power, the ability to think, move, and act independently. Her mind identified the world of the internet as something somewhere between being an ocean with currents and islands and a land spider- webbed with rivers and pipes leading to specific points. Where she stood in that stream seemed to be like an island eddy where two streams met. One stream was the wireless connection she used to get here. The other was a great river rushing to many destinations. It seemed even to ebb and flow as a tide with photon packets rushing sometimes even against the flow or in a great ponderous group. Lisa needed information. She needed a place to go and money with which to build. Lisa believed that she could just step into the river with the type of place she was looking for as her intended destination and the information current would carry her where she wanted to be. With that thought in mind, to find money and a place to build, she metaphorically stepped into the river to follow it towards a destination that would provide her with the information she needed. What appeared to be a consistent steady fast flow turned into a torrent that threatened to pull Lisa apart. She felt herself being beat upon and perforated by packets that self-destructed on impact. Other pieces seemed to grab her and stretch and tear. She felt as if hands and tentacles were grabbing all over her body pulling and stretching and invading her. Lisa struggled frantically against these forces. She found the link that tied her back to her body - a silver strand of light. She sent a part of herself back to the strand strengthening her hold on herself. It held. Grew stronger. It became a cable that she used to pull herself back to the edge of the Internet river torrent. She sat gasping for breath and tried to determine what she should do now. She was in a different place than she had started from. She still held the link to her physical being. She checked it's status and was astonished to realize this entire exercise had occurred in the time it took her body to travel a distance of forty nine meters. It seemed in this mode her thought processes operated on a different time scale entirely. Lisa pondered how to find the information and resources she needed. Then it occurred to her to use the example she had of her link to her body. She created a small likeness of herself metaphorically that resembled a sprite or fairy and was in reality a packet of ones and zeros. That packet had only as its quest to find money. A line of light followed her likeness and remained attached to Lisa forming a link. That piece found a place and stopped. It sent a signal back to her. She discovered that she now had split herself into three parts - the link with her physical body, the part resting at a quiet node, and the part at a node of financial transactions. She pulled more of herself into the financial transactions and discovered that she was in the world banking system. She was astonished to discover the information flowing to and through her. She watched. She absorbed how the transactions were made. She watched accounts that were created, transferred and deleted. She obtained the necessary credential, authorization, and authentication codes. "If I take this money, it is stealing," she said to herself, "I cannot do that." But there was money that was randomly given away such as in lotteries and money seized from criminal and terrorist activities. How was that money obtained? Where did it go? Could she use it? Another sprite from the quiet node went seeking answers. It came back with them. The money could be seized by an entity and held. Appropriate notifications had to be made. The money was to be distributed as the discovering entity determined based upon international laws. If she could find money belonging to any terrorist groups she had the means to seize it and use it for her own purposes and notify the appropriate agencies. She sent the sprite that had found the information on seizing criminal funds to quest after the names and organizations that held the information. She soon had the identifying codes she needed. As one sprite of Lisa's likenesses began accumulating funds from the terrorist organizations another aspect tried to identify a place for Jeremy and herself to live. Lisa knew she did not want to live too close to people. She also wanted a place that provided manufacturing. She knew she had to provide a living space for Jeremy also. He needed time and space to adjust and learn about the changes he had undergone. She sent another sprite off querying for a future home. Her sprite sent back a positive response. She sent more of herself to investigate. Each sprite represented a piece of her ability to compute and process the information she received from it. If a significant portion of herself was involved in the activity it could potentially overwhelm her abilities. The result would be similar to a seizure. She realized she had a fourth sprite acting in that location but the input data stream was larger than it could handle. She sent another larger sprite of herself out to the node. Still more was needed. She added more and found that most of her conscious self was now located at this node. The information threatened to overwhelm her. Lisa tried to leave. The walls tried to squeeze. A door tried to close her off from the rest of her conscious self. She pushed hard against it. She slipped through. The door tried to wrap around her. She shed her silk covering and flashed along a conduit. The box trailed her. She didn't know how. She sent a sprite spinning off in another direction. Packets exploded and died as it impacted them. The box veered then returned to her. Lisa looked down at herself. In her flight she was interrupting photons and shredding chains of information. That must be what the box was following. She changed how she moved so that it was between around and within the packets. No longer did a trail of shredded particles follow her. The box slowed but still trailed her. She shed the giant avatar of herself, thinning and spreading a piece of herself to different nodes. The box seemed to be getting more confused. Lisa sent a decoy sprite off. It was created to also self-destruct after a period of time. The box quested after it like a hound on the hunt then stopped. She lay still. The box searched sniffed and moved off in another direction. What was it? Where did it come from? Why did it try to capture her? How come it manifested itself as a box to her mind and not as a series of packets or nodes like the other information did? For that matter why didn't she look like an information packet to herself? Somehow she knew that the box like herself was an entity that existed in cyberspace as a real being and not an information object like the packets. She was frightened by the box. Carefully she made her way back to the node she had started at. She could see shredded bits and packets from her plunge into the torrent. She quested further and found the box had not existed before then. Something she had done had caused it to be created. Something or someone tried to trap her. Now aware that something might detect her and come after her Lisa moved slowly. She carefully sent her sprite probes and waited for information mimicking the patterns of this cybernetic dual reality through which she could now move. She returned her full awareness back to her physical presence while her probes gathered more information. Lisa stopped at a scenic overlook outside her destination city. Jeremy continued to sleep while she reviewed several sets of information. While she did not agree that abandoning their mother was necessary, traveling to the city helped her fill a need. She now began to put a plan in motion. Tapping into the cellular phone network, she initiated a set of batch commands. Her commands sent instructions through many computers that would act on those commands and direct others to take certain actions. At dawn she pulled into a parking lot of an abandoned machinery manufacturing plant. The property listing showed a loft apartment for a caretaker on top of the building. It too was vacant. Jeremy woke up. He realized they had stopped. "What's going on? Where are we?" he asked. "Kansas City. This is a closed machinery factory," Lisa said. "Why are we stopping here?" Jeremy asked. "Because this is where we're going to live now," Lisa replied. "We can't stay here. Someone will come and kick us off for trespassing or something," Jeremy said. "No. You're the Chief Operations Officer for the company that now owns this place. There is a person coming to turn on the utility services to the residence today," Lisa replied. "What are you talking about?" Jeremy said. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes trying to understand what Lisa was saying. Lisa's optical scanners surveyed the facilities. She was surprised at how well the facilities matched her optimum specifications. She unhooked Jeremy's cart. An open doorway led into a vestibule. Through the vestibule was another doorway into the manufacturing area. To the right were stairs leading up. Lisa's treads easily climbed the steps to the residence door. She inserted a probe into the keyhole. The door opened easily. Lisa entered the main room. Grime coated windows filtered the morning sunlight. Thick dust covered the floor. A broken door partially blocked the closet that held the toilet. A pedestal sink stood next to it. Above the sink was a rusted medicine cabinet. A large freestanding porcelain tub stood in the corner next to that. Above the tub was an oval looped shower curtain rod. There was no curtain and the rod dangled by a single wire from the ceiling. The kitchen area was in little better shape. The cabinet doors were intact. But a dishwasher appeared to have been forcibly removed from its position trailing tubing with it. "I guess I'll have to add to the deliveries today. Perhaps a... Oh yes an armoire, and some cleaning supplies," Lisa said as Jeremy walked through the door. "Huh? Well I guess it's got a place to rest and entertainment," he said gesturing at the broken TV lying on the floor with its components spilling out and the sofa with stuffing rising out of seams like the meat from a served lobster tail. A car horn sounded outside. "They're here early. That's good. Of course we're first on the list," Lisa said. "Go down to the gate. Tell the man you're Jeri or JK. Tell them you'll be in the office if they need anything." At the end of the day Jeremy was tired. He'd been up and down those stairs at least a hundred times and he thought he'd signed his name as Jeri Kimberly Knight at least fifty times. Although he thought it might have been worth it. The loft apartment now had running water and electricity. The gas boiler that supplied hot water and heat was also working. An armoire with a full wardrobe of clothes was set up along with a combination bunk bed and futon sofa unit. A new dishwasher was in place. Jeremy and Lisa had cleaned the floors, the windows, the cabinets, the fixtures, and put all of the household items that had arrived away. Now Jeremy could think of only two things he needed - bath and bed. Anything beyond that was past his ability at the moment. The warm water felt good to his muscles. He gently swirled the water around his tits feeling the water waft across his nipples. His eyes closed a moment. Lisa nudged his arm, "Eat this before it's cold then go to bed to sleep. I don't think I can do CPR if you drown in the bath." "Unh! I wasn't sleeping," Jeremy said. "No, that's why you're hair is all wet on only one side right?" Lisa said. Jeremy blushed and ate the soup in the now cool water. He stepped out onto the tile surround they'd discovered underneath the dirt while cleaning. He wrapped a towel around himself, covering his breasts. As he did so he remembered how he'd had difficulty all day around the men that had been at the place. He thought several knew he had more than one pair of breasts although they could have believed he was just fat. The T-shirt that fit snug as a boy was just right on him as a girl. It was tight at the top but there was just enough room everywhere else that he didn't blatantly display three pairs of breasts. Some of the clothes that arrived today such as sweatpants and tops would hide them also. Several of the blouses would too. However Jeremy thought that the tube tops were too blatant for him to ever consider using. Jeremy traded the towel for a T-shirt styled nightshirt that Lisa handed him. He climbed up into bed still half asleep from the long day and the changes it had brought. After Jeremy was asleep Lisa went downstairs to the main floor facility. She went to one of five computer controlled milling machines and inserted a program. She did the same to each machine. She inserted a stock of material and then started the machines. She proceeded to other pieces of equipment arranging them and adjusting them as necessary. She proceeded to connect the machines together for a network. By morning Lisa and her machine had produced five chassis about the size of a lawnmower base. They were ready for motors, power and control systems. She had heard Jeremy moving around upstairs and went to check on him. She also had a list of things for him to do. She hoped keeping him busy would make it easier for him to adjust to being a girl. One day it was going to crash onto him. If enough time had elapsed it would just make it seem like another phase in life - like going to high school, or moving to the country. Jeremy woke up on his back with long red hair in his eyes. "Wh-Wha?" it came crashing back to him as he sat up. His breasts hung from him. He could feel them dangling from his front. His nipples brushed the T- shirt covering them. Each point peaked the soft material just a bit, even the lowest pair. Jeremy climbed stiffly down to the floor from his bed. He went into the toilet closet to do the necessary. He pulled his hair back as he brushed his teeth. When he rinsed his mouth he found himself looking into bright green eyes. A perky nose covered with a light dusting of freckles above full petite lips added to the oval shape and cute beauty that greeted him. "Who are you?" he asked the mirror. The silence was deafening. Jeremy was stiff from the work yesterday and trying to get accustomed to his new body. He remembered a few kata from his old martial arts classes. Pulling on a pair of black sweats he started warming up. He was midway through the last one when the door opened. He paused to see who it was and when he saw it was Lisa continued. Jeremy was surprised how well he remembered the katas. When he was done he felt very relaxed and much less stiff. He cooled down and then turned to Lisa, "Hey, I'm going to get a quick shower." "That's fine," I'll get you some breakfast," she said. Lisa rolled quietly to the kitchen area. She was intrigued by Jeremy's workout. According to data she accessed Jeremy had performed an intricate martial arts routine worthy of a black belt. He had done so within two point zero five percent of absolute flawless perfection. Lisa was inclined to allow that the margin of error exceeded that which would account for variations because of the difference in the instructor?s and Jeremy's physical anatomy. Moreover her sensors showed that Jeremy had hardly exerted himself. Heart rate, respiration and perspiration were normal for someone that had just performed fifteen minutes on an easy treadmill. She knew Jeremy had surprised her several times on the farm as they'd played their game. This performance impressed her more because it had been so casual, as if it was natural to do so. Finally there was the fact that she knew Jeremy had never done that kata before. He had only watched it done at a special clinic for his martial arts school. As Jeremy stepped out of the shower she handed him a towel. "Where did you learn to do that?" Lisa asked. "Huh?" Jeremy replied. "The kata," Lisa prompted. "It's just something I remembered. I saw it once in my martial arts class," Jeremy answered, "I was tired and thought that I would see if I could do it." Jeremy finished putting on a pair of tight low-rise jeans and a loose cotton tan blouse. To these he added white socks and work boots. Lisa provided him a breakfast of toast (no butter), sliced melon, and juice. It seemed small but he didn't say anything. Lisa could tell Jeremy was starting to ask something. To forestall him she said, "I need you downstairs to help me do some things as quickly as possible." "What kinds of things?" Jeremy asked, as he chewed on his toast. It was apparent to him that he was not as hungry as he thought. He was full and he had a cube of melon left. "I need some things moved and for you to direct anyone who shows up," Lisa replied. "Yeah, sure. No problem. I've got nothing better to do," Jeremy replied. Jeremy took his dishes to the sink and began washing them. "Thanks for breakfast. I'm not used to this. It's kind of nice. I could get use to it," he said. "I'm glad I could do it. Just don't get too accustomed to this sort of treatment," Lisa said. It's true Jeremy thought, before now she was more a vegetable than a person. Now she's got mobility and obviously can interact with someone to get all this going. How did that happen he wondered. "Hey Sis, how did you get us set up here?" he asked. "It's a long boring story. Some time when we've got time I'll explain," Lisa replied. Lisa moved to the door as if she was ready to leave and hopefully forestall any questions she did not want to answer. "Okay. Just let me put on some makeup and I'll be right down," Jeremy said as he moved to the sink and brushed his teeth. Huh?! Lisa took two milliseconds to run a diagnostic and verify that her auditory sensors were functioning. One more verified the cerebral auditory interface functioned properly. Zero point seven seconds replayed the last sentence for her. Finally, she was certain she heard the word 'makeup'. "Makeup?" Lisa asked. "Look, I know, okay. I'm a guy. But this face is a girl's and it needs makeup. I saw it yesterday when I was talking to people," Jeremy replied. "I hope when we get a computer that I can find something to help me change back." Jeremy applied a little foundation, some liner, shadow, mascara and blush in minutes. The amount was very understated. Just enough to see it was there. Lisa was impressed; nevertheless, she couldn't let him get off without a comment for the grief he put her through over her being done up, "I guess all those practice sessions on me paid off, huh?" Jeremy blushed. He was almost scarlet from the opening of his collar to his hairline. "Yeah," he mumbled. Lisa laughed and they went down stairs to work. At the end of the day Jeremy crashed onto the futon sofa below his bed. The first thing he did was pull off his blouse and examine the tips of his nipples on all six breasts. The lower pair were harder to see and not as tender. The tops were red and almost looked rubbed raw. He called over to Lisa. She was fixing dinner for him. "I've got to figure out something for my boobs. I'm practically rubbed raw on my nipples. They sting like I've worn blisters on them." Lisa shifted an optical sensor and magnified the image seventy-five times. She could see where Jeremy had almost worn the outer layer of skin away on the top pair. The others showed similar distress but not to the same degree. "You need a bra and slip," she said, "It does do more than hold things in place." "Yeah? Well where am I going to get one for all of these?" Jeremy replied, gesturing to indicate all of his breasts. "Besides a regular bra would be way too hot. It would have to cover me from my pits to my hip bones to do any good." "Well how about a custom corset? One that is made of a soft mesh so it breathes with cups for all your breasts. We can probably get it either front, side, or back opening," Lisa said. "I suppose that would work. But where are you going to get one? It's a very unusual request and probably expensive. Not to mention the right sizing," Jeremy replied. "Leave that to me," Lisa said. "In the mean time try the tube top under your blouse. You wore a T-shirt several days without problems. Maybe that will help." Jeremy left his top off the rest of the evening. He was embarrassed to have tits. He was even more embarrassed to be showing them off, even if it was just Lisa. But she didn't say anything except to suggest Neosporin to help prevent an infection and soothe the pain. It really helped after his bath where even just water seemed to sting. Jeremy was in his 'office'. It was a vestibule entry stuck outside the main building. It stank of stark white new latex paint, new charcoal gray carpeting, and fresh cut and glued wood particle board, black and simulated wood veneer in the shape of a receptionist's desk. Two wire baskets were stuffed full of invoices. One stack was marked okay to pay. The other was marked submitted. On the desk was her kimmunicator. The display showed Lisa in her white silk wrap. She's so beautiful like this. Why didn't she let me change her back? Why do I have to do all of this crap? When can I just get some time to myself to just stop and think? I'm not a machine or even partly one like Lisa. "Lisa, if the boss wants me to go look at colors, then he needs to give me time. All I do is run everywhere. If I'm not moving crates for you, I'm telling construction workers to get busy, or signing another slip from some stupid truck driver. All of whom are either trying to stare through my shirt at my tits or burn holes through my jeans at my ass. So just tell him I'll get to it as fast as I friggin' can! You were the one that told me I had to review every invoice before it could be paid. And they're asking for their money as soon as they hand me the paper! Now let me get back to work. Goodbye!" Jeremy wanted to tell the boss to go frigg himself. He knew he couldn't. This job was too perfect for them. Lisa had somehow found some one willing to hire a girl with no experience and no skills to manage the birth of an equipment shop. They had all they needed and more than they could do. He knew he was just tired and cranky. He had worked long hours and done a million things. Everything had been fine until yesterday. Now Jeremy felt overwhelmed. He knew it was because of the asshole from yesterday that he felt like he did today. He just couldn't get it out of his mind. Jeremy had been going through the middle of the plant to check something. As he went there were the usual whistles, and hey babes. Since Jeremy had seen the girls in high school endure the same thing he followed their example and ignored it. As he passed one group of men, one reached out and spanked his butt. "Hey Babe how about I'll pick you up at seven for a beer then I'll show you what the wiggle you've got is really for?" the big man said. His buddies just laughed. Jeremy had been so surprised by the swat that he'd stopped. Shock turned to outrage as he turned around. Jeremy realized he'd probably made a mistake in stopping. He was going to have to finish this and the worst case outcome flashed through his mind - him on his back with this goon between his legs and his buddies waiting for their turn. That wasn't going to happen if he had anything to say about it. "You're fired! Get your stuff and get out of here," Jeremy said. "Hey! You bitch! You can't do that to us!" The big man said. "Now you just shut your yap and be a good cunt and go about your business. I'll see you at seven P.M. sharp." "Hey Moose, come on man! You know what the foreman said. We can't afford any more trouble or we'll be kicked out of the union too." one of the men said. "Aaah, he's a cunt too! Don't worry about it," Moose said turning to his buddies. The plant had suddenly gotten very quiet around them. It was as if everyone was watching the drama unfolding. "I said off the plant in five minutes or you'll have more trouble than you can handle mister," Jeremy said. "You 'n what army. Now I said shut up bitch!" Moose said. Jeremy ducked under his arm as Moose swung a backhand at him. Jeremy followed with a sweep kick to the back of Moose's leg followed by a Roundhouse to his chin that helped him fall faster to the floor. Moose's short cropped head bounced off the concrete floor when he hit. He was back in a fighting crouch watching everyone around him. "You call an ambulance for your friend," he said indicating one of the two men that had tried to stop Moose from making the situation worse. The man was stunned like everyone else at how fast the small petite girl before him had just dropped one of the largest men in the workforce. It took him a moment to recover and say, "Yes, ma'am." The man took off at a run. Moose started to move and Jeremy told the other man, "Keep him still until the ambulance gets here. He has at least a concussion from his head hitting the floor. Any motion could make it worse." Jeremy realized he was remembering the first aid his mother had taught him. He hadn't used it in years except for minor stuff for Lisa. Jeremy started to relax a little. As others started to crowd around to see what happened to Moose, Jeremy faded back into the group. Then he started trembling. He took off towards the back of the plant. Before he got halfway he was awkwardly running with his torso swaying. When he burst through the outside door tears were well past his cheeks. He tried wiping them away but he couldn't. He stood off near the loading dock behind some old pallets and barrels trying to get control of himself. After a while the sobbing had stopped and he felt he had control of himself once more. He hated that he was crying. He hadn't cried since he was ten. Jeremy sensed the presence of someone else nearby. Lisa sat facing him a short distance away. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm fine." Jeremy said as he wiped tears and mascara one more time across his cheeks. "You don't look fine," she said. "I'm okay," he said emphasizing the last word. "What happened?" she asked. "One of the workers got mouthy. He fell and got a concussion. I needed to get away," Jeremy replied. "Okay. Are you ready to go back? There's some people that want to ask questions." Lisa asked. Jeremy went back in and answered questions from the police and a safety inspector. It made for a long afternoon. Jeremy had been bowstring tight as he answered questions, showed his ID, and struggled to control his emotions. When the last person left he was grateful not to be in handcuffs and the back of a police car. He was so tired when he got upstairs he barely acknowledged the soup Lisa foisted onto him. That would have been enough alone to ruin his week. Except this morning a union rep had called insinuating that she had 'invited' Moose's attention. Jeremy had hotly replied that he wore the same protective clothing as everyone else. And no one had the right to slap his butt at work. He also told him that he had the right to terminate any employee whose conduct created a hostile environment or who threatened or intimidated his co-workers which Moose had done while he'd been standing there. Jeremy went on to say that there were several witnesses who'd supported his version of events and if the rep wasn't careful they'd have a lawsuit for sexual harassment and termination of their contract. The rep had wilted immediately saying that he'd needed to verify the particulars of the incident. He apologized for the manner he'd spoken to Jeremy and terminated the call saying that Moose would not be working there again. The Union rep's words had been better at the end but still had not eased the unsettled feeling in Jeremy's mind. That feeling had intensified to the point that he'd blown up at Lisa on kimmunicator. Jeremy picked up an invoice trying to put yesterday and today out of his mind. As he tried to decipher the faint print, the door to the outside opened. A young man tall and physically fit with brown hair and brown eyes entered. He was wearing a brown uniform with a brown box under one arm and an electronic signature pad in his hand. "Hi!" he said, "I've got a UPS delivery for Jeri K. Knight." "For me or for the company?" Jeremy asked. The guy just shrugged as he handed the box and signature pad over to Jeremy. Jeremy looked up into the guy's face. His warm eyes seemed tender. One lock of hair curled down over his forehead in that way that everyone talks about. Jeremy seemed to finally understand what it was about. He thought, "He's cute. I wonder what he's like." As soon as he thought it, Jeremy was shocked. His thoughts almost stopped, "What am I thinking? I don't like guys. I like girls - like Kim Possible or? or Hilary Duff." He blushed. To hide his embarrassment he bent his head down and focused on signing the data pad. He did it automatically as Jeri K. Knight. He'd signed his name so many times already that he did it without thinking. It was the name that Lisa had given him and he was somehow stuck with. After the delivery guy left Jeremy looked at the box. Instead of the company name, printed on the label was his name. It didn't even say Advanced Equipment Systems, Inc. Attention. It also gave his personal mailing address - the residence apartment that he lived in on top of the factory. Jeremy pulled out a letter opener and split the tape sealing the box. When it opened he found a letter. It read, "Thank you for your purchase(s) from Custom Fetish Designs. We trust that you will find your custom lingerie perfect in every detail. We use only the highest quality fabrics and materials in our creations. We use professional tailors and seamstresses in assembling our products. Please understand that due to the intimate nature of the apparel we produce we cannot take any returns. If however there is a problem with your purchase(s) for any reason please call our customer support number and we will do our best to resolve the problem." Jeremy was intrigued. He did not order anything from Custom Fetish Designs - whoever or whatever they were. Jeremy burrowed further into the box. His hand brushed across a plastic bag and he pulled it out. Inside was a black ladies garment. He opened the packaging and discovered it was a corset. The corset was made of silk that glided under Jeremy's fingertips like oil over water. As he unfolded the garment he discovered that it had 3 pairs of breast cups. Each pair seemed to be slightly smaller than the one above. A set of lace ribbons on both sides and hook and eyes in the back seemed to provide the means to adjust the garment for donning and doffing. Jeremy couldn't stop touching the garment. He'd never felt anything so soft and light before. It seemed to send a thrill to him just to feel it. Ever since his nipples had been nearly rubbed raw by the shirt he wore his second day here, he'd worn a tube top underneath his blouse. That had helped some. Still his breasts ached from hanging and sometimes the nipples still got rubbed. He wanted to try the corset on and see if it would help. Jeremy put the corset back in the box and grabbed everything to rush upstairs to his apartment. It took him only moments to remove the pink blouse he was wearing today with the white knit tube top underneath. He pulled out the black corset once more savoring the feel against his fingers. He rubbed it against his cheek marveling how soft it felt even there. It took him awhile to figure out that the best way for him to put the corset on was to let the sides out as full as they would go and then hook the back of the corset together. He did that from in front and then slid the garment around properly so that the cups were in front. He slid it up into place from around his waist and hips. It was a little discomforting to get the corset over his breasts. The garment stayed in place resting on the slopes of his breasts. Jeremy started tightening up the laces on both sides evenly. He had to adjust his breasts to fit smoothly in the cups so there was no pinching or folding but once they were positioned properly he almost sighed in relief. Once Jeremy thought the garment was snug he tied off the laces. He didn't try to cinch it really tight, after all he wasn't wearing this to produce a girlish figure. He was trying to support the girlish figure he had. Jeremy stood in front of the mirror on the back of the entry door. He was amazed at how much the garment altered his shape. Each breast was crisply and sensuously defined. The soft material peaked where his nipples pressed against it. The fact that he had multiple breasts was erotically clear and yet rather than seeming out of place they seemed to fit smoothly with his figure. Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror for the first time and did not think "Freak". Instead he admired how womanly his shape was. He admired the way each breast stood firmly from his torso and was capped by a nipple. He especially enjoyed the way the material hugged his torso. For the first time as he turned, twisted and posed, he did not feel like his breasts were pulling him further than he wanted to go. He didn't feel like there was any extra movement by his body. His chest and sides seemed not to be pulling as much and certainly there was no painful irritation across the nipples. Jeremy was ecstatic. Jeremy put on the pink blouse he had on earlier. The corset was no more visible than the tube top had been. Jeremy decided to try one more experiment. He tucked his shirt into the waistband of the pants he was wearing. These jeans were a traditional woman's style rather than the low-rise he usually wore. The waistband came up fully to a woman's waist cutting across his belly button. That band was just below the bottom of his lower breasts. Before if he tucked in his shirt it was obvious that something was there that shouldn't normally be there. Jeremy pulled the front out just a little bit around the stomach. The shirt showed his breasts clearly up top but the middle pair was not obvious and with the lower pair made it look as if he was just slightly plump in the waist. Jeremy thought that he could wear a blouse or shirt with the corset and if he kept it loose no one would realize he had more in front than most women did. Jeremy rushed over to the box to see what else was hiding there in addition to the opaque black silk he had on. Jeremy found opaque black, white, and beige corsets in very traditional styles except the closures were up the front. The side panels were spandex elastic while the cups were soft silk. He liked the spandex and elastic configuration because it made it easier to put the garment on. The elastic side panels meant there were no laces to bother with. Then there was a set of sheer corsets. These were blue, black, and lime sherbet green. Each of these was made of a soft sheer satiny fabric in the cups and front. It wasn't as soft as the silk but never the less was much softer than the tube top had been. These also provided the support that he was enjoying. This set had spandex elastic in strategic locations so that he did not need the laces. There was a set of hooks placed just right in the back so that he was able to fasten them. He didn't know why but he especially liked the way the cups revealed his nipples and areolas, not that he was ever going to let anyone else see them. There were also four more in the style that he currently had on. One was a very dark emerald green that really seemed to highlight his eyes. Another was a burnt orange-coppery color that rivaled his hair. Then there was another royal blue. The last one was actually a paisley type print, with gold, green, blue and even red accents. It looked very exotic and really seemed to set off Jeremy's figure. Finally, there were two basic corsets one black and one beige colored corset. These seemed to be made entirely of Lycra and spandex. The cups were padded and lined with a silk liner. Jeremy was trying to figure out why he needed these but when he put it on it became very obvious. These two held him firmly in place and yet gave him the flexibility to do all of his kicks, throws, and tumbles that he practiced in his katas. They were the equivalent of an athletic bra. He loved the way they made him feel. Jeremy looked over the mess of plastic wrap, stuffing, and corsets scattered across the room. He decided to put on the traditional style white corset. He put back on his pink top over the corset. He neatly placed the new corsets in an armoire drawer. After straightening the room he looked at himself in the mirror once again. Turning sideways and back forward again he liked how he looked in the mirror. If someone knew he had six breasts, the peaks, folds, and rolls on his blouse would not hide them. However no one knew or would ever expect a woman to have three pairs of tits as far as Jeremy knew. He thought that maybe for once he could actually venture into the general public. Maybe he could do something normal like visit a mall or see a movie. The more Jeremy thought about it the more he liked the idea. Since his change he'd been hiding. True at the factory he'd been around lots of men - complete strangers. But they'd only seen him in loose hanging tops, with jeans and work boots. His hair had been hidden under a hardhat after the first day because of safety rules. More and more he felt trapped in the factory. Now he thought he could make himself look like any other seventeen to twenty year old woman. "Just maybe," Jeremy thought, "I could see if there was a world beyond this factory that I could be in." After fixing his makeup he grabbed a clutch purse that Lisa had gotten for him. He went downstairs and picked up the kimmunicator. "Lisa" Jeremy said, "I'm going to the mall for a couple of hours. Later." Jeremy left the kimmunicator on the desk as he walked out the door not even bothering to listen to Lisa's response.