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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 4 Jeremy walked out to the cab. The gravel crunched under his feet. It made him feel even more unstable. It only emphasized even more the swing of his hips, which he had tried from the beginning to minimize. Now he just went with what felt natural. He knew by now his body would anyway. "Evening, Miss Knight," the cab driver said as he held the door open. "Good evening. You know I didn't catch your name the other day," Jeremy said as he prepared to get in the car. "It's Tim, Ma'am." the driver said. "My name is... Jeri," Jeremy replied. Everyone except Lisa called him Jeri. He'd told everyone for more than two weeks now that his name was Jeri. Sometimes he was getting to believe it was. In some ways that life seemed so long ago. "It's a pleasure, Jeri," the driver nodded to her as he closed the door when she was inside. "Dispatch said you asked for me specifically?" Tim asked. "Well yeah I did. I told my sister that if I was going somewhere I'd rather have you take me or take the bus rather than the cabby that brought me home from the mall last night. She's the one that tracked you down and called for me," Jeremy said. "Nice lady. I was just talking to her before you came out. So where do you want to go tonight?" Tim said as he slid in behind the wheel. "First to Walmart? I forgot something the other day. Would you mind waiting?" Jeremy asked. "No problem," Tim said. At Walmart Jeremy found a simple gold chain necklace that blended with the gold in his jacket. The chain also could be worn by a guy. Earrings took longer. His ears weren't pierced and he wasn't sure what he wanted. He liked some of the hoops and dangling chains but those were all for pierced ears. Finally he settled on a single quarter sized gold disc clip-on. "Do you want me to wait for you?" Tim asked as they pulled up outside the Iron Spike. "Your sister said I should." "No Tim. I don't know when I'll go home. It might be closing time when I'm ready," Jeremy said. "But when I get ready to go I'll have Lisa call and see if you're still on duty. Here's twenty and keep the change." The fare was about half. Jeremy didn't know what a generous tip was. "That's too much, ma'am," Tim said. He started fishing for change. "Lisa said to be generous," Jeremy replied. "Well here and that's still generous," Tim replied. He handed Jeremy a five back. Ordinarily Tim would've kept the extra without protest, but this girl had been polite and courteous to him. Neither she nor her sister had quibbled about the fare. He also knew they trusted him. That meant they'd call him whenever they needed a ride. He could feed his wife and himself on a few regular customers. His kids were all gone now. He didn't need much. This kid looked pretty young and innocent. Reminded him of his daughter and he knew he wished someone had looked out for her. Tim also couldn't shake the feeling that Lisa had been looking in on them tonight. Somehow she'd been watching even though he'd never met her or seen any sign that she or anyone else was around or watching them. It was a little spooky. Jeremy took the five and said, "Thanks" unaware of what had crossed through Tim's mind. "See you later." Jeremy walked up to the line for the Iron Spike as Tim drove away. He got in line and stood behind a group of guys. Jeremy was looking around when the guy in front of him turned around, "Hey they're calling you up front." "Miss," The bouncer at the door signaled for Jeremy to come to him. Jeremy realized that they'd been calling him for sometime. He just wasn't used to being called 'Miss'. He blushed as he walked up to the front of the line. He wondered if he was in trouble or something. What could he have done that they wanted to see him? Had they seen something that didn't look right? With this duster on he didn't think they could tell if he had tits or not. "Miss do you have any ID?" the bouncer politely asked. He seemed a little bored or as if he was dealing with a child; one that he didn't trust. Jeremy opened his purse and pulled out his driver's license. Of course Jeremy couldn't drive and wouldn't dare try but that's not what the license showed. The bouncer looked at the license for a minute and handed it back to Jeremy. "You've never been here before?" the man asked or stated. "No," Jeremy said. "We don't make pretty ladies wait, ma'am. Anytime you come here you can come right to the front, unless there's a line of ladies waiting to get in. Ladies first is our rule. If we get close to meeting fire code limits we make the guys wait to get in. Welcome to the Iron Spike. Miss, go right in," the man said smiling at her. "Enjoy yourself." "Thanks," Jeremy said. He was embarrassed going in before the other guys and his knees were shaking. Jeremy walked into the bar. Immediately in front of him was a coat and purse checkroom where he left his coat and purse. Then to the right was a small hallway that had doors to restrooms. There was a doorway that led from there into the bar proper. Off to the left was a long bar that filled one wall. Around the walls were a series of tables with booths. A second row of tables and chairs lined a dance floor that was already filled with people. Lights and a mirror ball flashed around the room. Pop music overwhelmed the voices in the air. Jeremy went up to the bar and found a stool to sit at. When the bartender got to him he asked for a diet Sprite to drink. The woman handed it to him and said, "No charge. The man over there paid." Jeremy looked and saw the man. He looked older and round. He had wire- rimmed glasses and he was a little bald on top. The man looked sort of geeky without looking intelligent enough. Jeremy was a little surprised at seeing a man like that here but smiled and mouthed, "Thanks". It was impossible for him to be heard at this distance. Jeremy looked away to see what people were doing out on the dance floor. From what he could tell it wasn't too far different than what he'd seen at a school dance he'd been to once. People were moving, waving their arms and generally making rhythmic motions. "Hi, I'm Paul. I was wondering if you could help me?" the man who'd paid for the Sprite was standing up against her. She saw that he was shorter than her. "I suppose. I don't know. What do you need?" Jeremy asked, flustered. "I was wondering if you could tell me how I got to heaven. It's the only place I could be to find an angel like you," the man said. "Excuse me," Jeremy said blushing furiously. He was grateful the lighting was dim. He couldn't believe this man was trying to come on to him. The man apparently unflustered by Jeremy's response bull dozed on, "You are an angel right? I mean you positively glow and all the other girls here just don't measure up." A medium height blonde woman standing right next to them turned around as if just looking around. She was wearing a strapless black knit cocktail dress. She casually took a drink from her glass watching the exchange out of the corner of her blue eyes. Jeremy replied, "Uh I think you must have me confused with someone else. Because I've been thinking the last few days have been more like hell." "Well Angel. Let me see if I can make them more like heaven for you," Paul said. "I could take you to my place and we could make heavenly music together." Now Jeremy was grossed out by this suggestion. "Look thanks for the drink but really there is no way in heaven or hell that I'm going home with you or anyone else tonight. I'm just here to get away for awhile. So leave me alone." "Well jeez bitch there's no reason to get all huffed up about it," the man said and pushed off through the crowd. The woman sidled into the space the man had vacated. "Been rough huh?" the woman said. Jeremy watched where the man went. He hadn't meant to get all riled up but the thought of doing what that man wanted to do with any man almost gagged Jeremy. The woman watched Jeremy for a moment, "Don't worry about him. I see him here all of the time. There's usually someone here that will take pity on him and take him to bed. In fact there's one girl that usually goes home with him regularly." "You come here often then?" Jeremy asked. "Every weekend," the woman said, taking a sip of her drink, "You?" "First time," Jeremy replied. "Thought so," she said. "So what do you think?" Jeremy didn't know what to say. It was so far removed from his normal experience that he didn't know how to respond or what would be impolite to say. "It's interesting," Jeremy decided would be a neutral enough response. "Yeah, it is. This really is one of the best places to come though. Most of the other places that are this nice inside are either strip joints or goat roper bars. And everything else has a much rougher clientele," the woman said. "Oh," Jeremy said noncommittally. Jeremy was beginning to wonder if he'd made a big mistake coming here. "Do you like to dance?" the woman asked. "I don't know how," Jeremy replied. "Well come on, I'll show you," the woman said. Jeremy found himself being pulled onto the floor with the woman. "Just put your hands up and wiggle to the beat like this." The woman raised her hands above her head and started to wiggle her hips sideways and back and forth. This was generally in time to the music. Jeremy started following the woman's example and was soon moving in a series of steps reminiscent of the Bop. The two women finished the song together. Jeremy now flushed from the exercise said, "That was fun!" "Hey I see, Sheila and Ted. Let me introduce you to them," the woman said. She dragged Jeremy over to a man and a woman standing at a table near the dance floor. They were about the same age as the woman and all older than Jeremy. "Hey Marsha, What's up?" Sheila asked. The woman that spoke smiled at her friend and then looked at Jeremy. "I wanted you to meet someone," Marsha said, "this is uh..." Jeremy reached his hand forward and said, "Jeri. Pleased to meet you." "I'm Sheila," the brunette woman said. She shook Jeremy's hand. "This is my fianc? Ted." Ted shook Jeremy's hand. "This is Jeri's first time here," Marsha said. "Whose first time? Hey Marsha you're lookin' good," a tall thin man with dark hair and blue eyes said. He was wearing a blue oxford shirt and gray wool slacks. He was visibly checking Marsha out. "Jeri. This is Paul," Marsha said as she looked at Jeremy and nodded in Paul's general direction. "Paul this is Jeri. I was about to rescue her from a dweeb but she did okay herself." "So who's going to rescue her from you?" Paul replied grinning at the two women. "You wish you were her but that'll only be in your dreams," Marsha replied saucily. "Maybe if you're nice to us we'll deign to dance with you." Jeremy couldn't help but think, "Not in a million lifetimes would he ever want to dream of being me. Not unless he's into never ending nightmares." "Oh so you can be bought," Paul teased. "See! You're as subtle as a combine. You do not know how to woo anyone which is why you'll go home alone again," Marsha said. "Who's going home?" a medium height curly brown haired guy asked from behind Jeremy. Jeremy turned to see who was behind him. He thought the guy looked round. He was smiling a lot and his cheeks were red. He also looked like he was outside a lot. Sheila spoke up, "Paul and Marsha are at it again." She sipped from the bottle in front of her. "Paul give it up man. Marsha isn't going to ever let you get past first base. Not that I blame her," the man said. "A woman wants someone that makes them feel appreciated. Not someone that makes rude noises." "Yeah like you'd know. I don't see you here with anyone special," Paul replied. "Au contraire mon ami. I have my good friends Ted and Sheila as an example," the man replied, "I see how he treats her as if she were the sun, moon, and stars all in one. I see how she rewards his efforts by playing with his hair or rubbing his back. How he puffs up all proud that he got her attention," the man drank deeply from his bottle. "Why thank you. I didn't realize it was that obvious about how we felt about each other," Ted replied saluting the man with his bottle. "Oh it is man. Which makes me realize how glad I am that I am never going to meet anyone that makes me feel like that. No one is ever going turn me into their little puppy dog. Emotions, bah, who needs them," the man said and drained his bottle. Everyone jeered the man and tossed peanuts at him. He ignored the peanuts and after the commotion died down looked around at everyone. As if just noticing Jeremy the man said, "I don't believe we've met. My name is Mark and I'm I-T for these twits. How do you do?" Uh, hello, my name is Jeri. You're it? What does that mean?" Jeremy asked. "Not 'it'" Mark shook his head negatively, "Information Technology. I keep their computers running and talking to each other. Always at their beck and call but never any respect for the miracles I perform. So I'm always IT. Go get IT. Where is IT? What did you do to IT?" Mark replied. Ted threw another peanut at Mark. "Don't let him fool you. He makes more than any of us and he gets overtime too. He's the only one here that drives a Hummer. But if he did such a perfect job he wouldn't be called so much. He just has the owners believing that he's the only one that can keep that nest he calls a server farm running," Ted said. "And what happened when I took off for a week to go to the Bahamas?" Mark shot back. "Planned obsolescence. You knew that unit was about to fail," Ted replied. "Alright enough. I'm thirsty," Sheila said interrupting the two men. "So am I," Paul said, "I'll get this round." Before Jeremy knew what was happening he had a bottle of beer thrust into his hand. He tried to act nonchalant as he took a big drink from the bottle. He was unprepared for the dry bitter taste he normally associated with natural root beer. He barely managed to keep from spraying the stuff out. He swallowed the drink and looked askance at the acrid brew. "This is supposed to be Milwaukee's Finest?" he thought. "Oh Jeez Jeri! I'm sorry I forgot to ask what you wanted. I should've known you'd prefer a cooler, most girls do. I'll get you one," Paul said. "No it's okay. I just wasn't expecting the taste," Jeremy replied. "Nope," Mark said, "Most people don't. This is a full bodied man's beer. It'll put hair on your chest." Jeremy took another tentative sip of his beer. This time it wasn't so bad. "I really doubt she wants hair on her chest Mark," Marsha replied, "Could you imagine having to shave there just to wear a bikini. It's bad enough to shave down below just to look fashionable a few months out of the year." Jeremy hung his head and looked down in his lap. "Actually," he thought I wouldn't mind having hair on my chest." He thought back to how his body used to look before the box. His chest hair was just starting to get long and darken. "No it's okay. I just was a little surprised by it. I'll be fine." He took another sip of his beer. This time it started to taste pretty good. The group began talking about work and other general things. Jeremy realized that these people all knew each other either through work or in college. He also was introduced to other guys and girls although this was the core group. Marsha leaned over to Jeremy and whispered, "Let's go screw with Paul's brain. Just do what I do." Jeremy looked at her with a blank stare, which Marsha took as agreement, "Hey Paul come dance with us," Marsha said and grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the floor along with Jeremy. Marsha, Jeremy and Paul did a foot shuffle in a tight circle for a few seconds. Then Marsha started doing a bump and grind. Jeremy was a little embarrassed but started to do the same thing. Now he realized what Marsha meant by playing with Paul's mind. Paul was going crazy trying to figure out who to watch. Now Marsha turned up the heat a bit. She started to rub her body against Paul's. She would grind her butt into his crotch and rub her breasts against his back or an arm. Seeing Paul's reaction was almost comical. Jeremy followed her example doing the same things. Jeremy was really enjoying watching Paul try and watch them both. It was also interesting to watch him get more and more turned on. Jeremy could imagine the reaction the two of them were having on Paul's mind because he knew what it would've been like for himself. As Jeremy rubbed up against Paul's crotch he could feel the reaction Paul was having. Jeremy also realized his own nipples were getting hard and his crotch felt moist and empty. Jeremy thought it was fortunate that the black suit he was wearing hid his tits so well or all six nipples would be visible through the material. When the music suddenly ended Marsha grabbed Jeremy's hand and led him off the floor. "Thanks Paul," she said leaving the poor guy just standing there in a state of confusion. When they got back to the table with everyone else they grabbed a seat. Jeremy had just sat down when someone thrust a wine cooler into his hand. The press of bodies and the dancing made it warm. Jeremy gratefully took the bottle and sipped at the fruit tasting drink. It was still dry tasting but it was more to his liking than the earthy tasting beer. He took several deep swallows quickly. Jeremy was listening to the conversation between Marsha and Jack when he asked her to dance. Jeremy was just getting set to relax when Mark asked him to dance. At first Jeremy was going to say no but he realized it would seem strange to dance with Marsha and Paul but not someone else. Jeremy followed Mark out to the dance floor. When he stood up and walked he realized he was a little wobbly. It was okay though because he felt good even if he was a little giggly. The evening wore on with Jeremy dancing with many people and getting to know a few of them. He always gravitated back to the group Marsha had introduced him to. He became more brazen and erotic in his suggestive dance. His body seemed to hunger for the feel of someone rubbing against him. Male or female didn't matter and he had several women that reached up and caressed his breasts and he did the same to them. One even went so far as to given him a very thorough mouth exam with her tongue. Jeremy returned the favor. Men were no less demonstrative if less brazen. One had held him close so that his lower breasts bracketed the man's erection. His hands grabbed Jeremy's buns and kneaded them. As he moved back and forth Jeremy was getting little jolts of pleasure from all of his breasts that made his crotch feel warm. His body basked in the attention as if it was a wine marinade for steak. The alcohol he consumed only seemed to add to the warmth he felt centered just below his navel. Lisa watched Jeremy walk out to the fence line through the video camera mounted on top of the factory above the vestibule door. She also watched him through the camera mounted inside the guard shack and the one mounted above the light in the parking lot. She descended on the lift to the factory floor. She also sent instructions to three drones to make the last connections that connected the device in the storage area to the plant power supply. Lisa proceeded to the command center. There was nothing significant to the outside observer regarding the location. The only clue as to its significance is that a number of thick bundles of fiber optic cable seemingly terminated on a flat buss. The buss was a gold silicon laminate that was very expensive to produce. The tolerances had been specified by Lisa to within three angstroms. She carefully maneuvered onto the platform before the buss. The mat provided an electrical and magnetically isolated location within the plant. Carefully she slid the buss inside the horizontal slot in her aft carapace above her treads. Once the buss was in place she clamped both sides of her slit onto the buss bar. She was now firmly mated to the device. Nothing could remove the bar from her without her releasing it. All of the connections would be severed before the buss could be removed from inside her. Lisa felt particularly vulnerable to be exposed like this. Once she started the sequence she would not be able to disengage until everything in the plant had been brought back to the state it was now in. If anything disturbed the connection she now had the results could be catastrophic. Lisa began to engage each sensor connection. The first connection was the equivalent of a painful electrical shock. Each connection afterwards resulted in the same painful shock. After sixty three connections she had blocked the pain awareness loop in her systems. Now she felt numb as she continued the sequence. The last fifteen connections almost resulted in her separating her consciousness from her shell and floating in the internet again. This was because it provided such a relief from what she was experiencing that she'd instinctively moved towards that relief before she blocked it. Now that the connections were established Lisa began to activate each connection. If the connection was painful the activation was blissful. Input from each system began to flow into her awareness. As each data stream was added Lisa felt as if her mind was expanding and energy was being fed into her psyche. Lisa suddenly felt as if she'd been blind, deaf and unfeeling her whole life. Now she felt as if each sense had been opened and expanded to its maximum limits and yet processing the additional data streams was effortless for her. Now that Lisa had activated all of the monitoring systems and observation sensors she checked them and calibrated their input to establish the null system base settings. This would give her the true values for the experiment she was about to perform. Once that was done Lisa opened the link to the internet and hopped into the local power grid, substation, and power plant control system. If everything went as planned no one would ever now she'd been there. Lisa activated the cooling system. It took thirty two minutes, twelve point six five seven six seconds to bring the device to minus thirty five degrees Celsius. Before Lisa did the next step she checked the location circuit on Jeremy's kimmunicator. He was at the Iron Spike. After spending zero point one three seconds reviewing the log she determined that Jeremy had spent thirty six minutes at Walmart. Lisa felt it was now safe to proceed since Jeremy was twenty-eight point five three kilometers away. It should be safe enough if something catastrophic were to occur at the plant. Lisa sent the command that closed the power circuit feeding the doughnut. An electrical hum filled the air as the eleven kilovolt power circuit energized inside the room. Lisa's instruments showed that one hundred amps flowed through the circuit. Another sensor detected and measured the magnetic field that now enveloped the doughnut. This field measured 1.1 mega Tesla. This was precisely the measurement Lisa expected. The next phase of the experiment greatly concerned her but she felt it was safe to proceed. All of the systems were stable and she had the power plant and substation locked down to give her a constant current during the next several steps. Short of shutting down the power on the national power grid Lisa new she had a steady uniform power supply. A stream of de-ionized distilled water entered into the doughnut. This was flash vaporized by passing over a heated coil. The steam then was split by an electrical arc that created a stream of charged particles. In moments the micron sized stream of charged particles were accelerated by the magnetic field enveloping the doughnut. The particles began striking each other in increasing intensity. Had anyone been able to look inside the structure at this point they would have noted a blinding white light. Lisa detected the light through her sensors as the stream began to generate its own electromagnetic field perpendicular to the existing field. Then the device reached the threshold limit. A plasma stream circulated in the structure at a velocity near the speed of light. Two hydrogen protons trapped within the magnetic field struck each other and bonded producing a Helium atom. The resulting energy cascaded back out into the magnetic field surrounding the doughnut. This changed the circuit amperage such that it caused an overload in the circuit. Lisa was prepared for this and tripped the appropriate breakers so that the resulting energy was harmlessly dissipated into the town power grid. This process continued until the generator was now producing as much energy as it had originally consumed. Lisa had stopped the flow of water into the system when the first reaction occurred. Now the reactions built up in a continuous torrent. Lisa was pleased her calculations were exactly as she predicated right along the graph for the scale of mass to energy conversions. Then when the system should have peaked it continued to climb. The system began to produce more energy than Lisa had anticipated. If the overload wasn't managed it could collapse the power grid all around her location. Lisa sent a command to drop the local power plant's generation capacity. This wasn't enough the reactor was continuing to climb in energy output. Lisa couldn't just cut the magnetic field. If she did that the magnetic bottle that held the energy inside would release the energy of a three hundred megaton bomb into the plant. The blast radius would be one half mile in circumference alone. Lisa found herself racing out across the internet breaking through control systems to drop generation capacity off the mid-western power grid. She felt like she was riding on a surfboard before a Tsunami. If she slipped she would be engulfed in a wave of destruction that would destroy everyone around her. At fifteen point five nine five tera watts the capacity of the generator in the factory peaked. Lisa had taken thirty six generating stations including one nuclear station off-line to compensate for the peaking reactor to which she was connected. She realized the curve the system followed was exactly as predicted. However the energy output was for a greater mass than she had introduced into the system. Lisa went back to evaluate how much additional mass was introduced into the system. She checked the sensors for the water flow and verified their accuracy by introducing a specific amount of water and literally watching the energy output match precisely the predicted increase. Lisa calculated the exact amount of additional mass. It was significantly more than could have been accounted for as air or water in the line. Her spectroscope also showed that the mass had several atoms in it. In fact even after the fusion reactions it appeared that the original mass had been a quantity of normal atmospheric air. Assuming it had a composition equivalent to atmospheric air Lisa was able to determine the volume of air introduced to the system. It was a volume equal to zero point eight seven two three nine cubic meters. This volume matched that of the doughnut. Suddenly Lisa realized what had happened. She had failed to include the mass of the air already within the doughnut. Once the reaction began the air inside also became part of the plasma generating the fusion reaction. She had very nearly wiped out the surrounding countryside and caused serious injury to herself because she failed to account adequately for all variables. Lisa contemplated this for a long while. Ever since the change she had been thinking in terms of precise mathematical models and constructs. This had enabled her to do many things that were almost miraculous such as obtain vast amounts of wealth for her and Jeremy as well as her Mom. She had learned how to construct and build a small fusion reactor that could power a large city. But she had nearly created total destruction because she had not sufficiently analyzed every system input and detail. Lisa wondered if there were other things she may have forgotten. She now carefully went back through the internet and erased any tracks and trails of the harrowing race she had barely won. She watched carefully for the box that had attacked her when she first entered the internet. When she was done no one had any electronic trace of her manipulations of the power grid. She continued to watch the system and even played with the magnetic field and testing its strength. Eventually she was going to have to determine what would happen if the containment field failed during an operating reaction cycle. Lisa surveyed the surrounding plant and was surprised to realize the sun was rising. She carefully went through the process of bringing the surrounding power stations back online and reducing the power output from her system. When the reactor went dark there was no change in the power grid across the mid-west. Lisa thought the test was successful. She started analyzing the rest of the data she had obtained. She was thoroughly engrossed in the data and manipulating mathematical models when the gate alarm signaled the presence of a vehicle. Jeremy woke to throbbing in his skull. Pain so intense it echoed in his body after it left. It pulsed through him seemingly with each heartbeat. Light flickered across his eyelids stabbing at his brain. Jeremy lay for a minute with only the sheet partially covering his bare torso and legs. He tried to will the pain to recede. Instead his stomach now decided to rebel against whatever it contained. Jeremy opened his eyes. The surroundings were unfamiliar but he saw a sink and doorway. He stumbled clumsily from the bed to the doorway, which hid a toilet and bath facilities. Just as he arrived at the porcelain bowl he lost the battle to keep the contents of his stomach inside. When the heaving subsided Jeremy pulled his hair back and slowly made his way to the sink. He splashed water on his face and rinsed his mouth out. This made him feel a little better but he had to do something about the throbbing. He opened the cabinet next to the sink. There he found a bottle of Tylenol. He took two and swallowed them. Cupping his hands he drank some water from the tap and was relieved that it seemed his stomach would stay quiet. Jeremy hoped the throbbing would stop soon. Now that he had two things resolved a third need made itself known. Jeremy went back to the porcelain throne and sat his heart shaped, over padded, posterior upon the cold ring. As his bladder discharged into the receptacle it sounded as if a bucket was being poured into the bowl. When the last drops dribbled out of his nether lips he patted them dry. As he dried himself Jeremy noticed that it felt kind of sticky. He examined the toilet paper. It had mixed in with some of the discharge he'd come to associate with his new plumbing a milky colored mucous- like substance. Jeremy looked at it wonderingly. Slowly his curiosity turned to horror as he vaguely remembered pieces of last night. Jeremy remembered clearly the beginning of the night and how the alcohol he'd consumed turned him giddy. After that his memory was vague even a blur of recollections. He remembered an exclamation, "Holy shit! You've got tits!" "Do you like sucking my titties?" as he sat on something that had felt hard and yet soft inside him, and finally, "Harder, yeah come inside me! Give it to me!" with someone resting on his tits and pulling Jeremy close while he remembered digging his heels into the person's butt and grabbing his ankles to pull the person harder into him. Jeremy realized that somehow while he was intoxicated he'd consented to have sex with someone. He didn't know who. He didn't know why. He realized though after having experienced one or two orgasms that the last several days his body had been feeling increasingly aroused. Now that it was morning and whatever had engendered such desires was sated, Jeremy felt nauseous once again. How could he do such a thing? He liked girls didn't he? He'd certainly enjoyed dancing with Marsha! And Paul? Was he Gay? Or Queer? A fleeting thought crossed his mind of how good it had felt to have his legs wrapped around hard flesh and a soft hardened rod sliding in and out. How he had reached down and grabbed that tool and thought how curious it felt as he guided it in to its target. That couldn't be right. Another thought insinuated itself, what if the person who lived here came back? What if they wanted more sex? Jeremy panicked he had to get out of here. He dropped the toilet paper as if it had burned him into the bowl. Jeremy crept to the bathroom doorway and listened. He hadn't heard anyone so far in the place. He was sure someone would've been awakened by the noise he made earlier. It still seemed quiet as if he was alone. Jeremy saw a clock on a nightstand on the opposite side of the room. The clock read eleven twenty-one a.m. Jeremy was shocked to see it was almost noon. A doorway around the wall from where he stood led out. On the floor before him was his corset. He reached down and picked it up. As he struggled to get it on he found himself looking at a series of movie posters. The first showed a Borg with the caption "I am Hugh". The second showed Seven of Nine in a regen chamber. The third showed Robocop. The fourth showed the Terminatrix and the fifth had the Terminator. The last was the most bizarre because it showed Data with a cable connecting his head to a console with a caption that read "Let's Interface". Jeremy wondered who it was that had such a fascination for androids and cyborgs. Jeremy tightened the corset and felt much better. He felt better having his torso covered. At least now his tits weren't bouncing all around. Jeremy found his thong just outside the bedroom door. He slipped those on though he was loathe to do so because they were from yesterday and he felt just plain icky down there. Now he confirmed he was in an apartment. The small kitchen was to his right. Across a bar chair was his duster. His boots lay in the middle of the living room. His skirt was on the sofa and his jacket was on the floor in front of a massive entertainment system that appeared to have several CPU's, monitors, and high performance speakers. Somehow though what was most embarrassing to Jeremy in the display of strewn clothing was the pair of pantyhose - his pantyhose, dangling over a dining chair next to the door. Jeremy grabbed those off the chair and went over to the sofa. He put on the jacket first and then quickly pulled on and zipped up his skirt. Jeremy felt a little better having clothes on. He just couldn't escape the feeling of being dirty though. Sitting on the sofa he glanced at the entertainment system. The monitors had several lines across the screens. They seemed to be monitoring some activity but Jeremy was too distraught to take the time to figure it out. He wanted out of here before the owner came back, whoever that was. Jeremy put on his boots and grabbed his pantyhose. He went over and swung on his duster. There on the seat was his purse. Jeremy grabbed it and opened the purse. Inside was his lipstick, compact, and mascara. With a few deft strokes he had some basic makeup for the day. He stuffed the pantyhose into a pocket. He had to get out of here even if he wasn't ready to face the world. As Jeremy got to the door he found a Post it note attached to the doorframe addressed to him it read: "Dear Jeri, You've got to be the freakiest girl I've ever met. What a wild time! Had an emergency at work. If you leave before I get back just lockup. Leave your number so I can call you later. Mark" Before Jeremy could get to the end of the note the tears started flooding down his cheeks. "The freakiest girl! How could anyone be so cruel," he thought. He wadded up the paper and tossed it aside then headed out the door locking it behind him. By the time Jeremy got to the bottom of the steps the sobbing had started. He made his way out through the complex to the street. As he was standing there a bus pulled up. Jeremy got on not even knowing where it was taking him. After a few minutes the sobbing was under control enough that Jeremy could take note of his surroundings. As he looked out the window he saw his reflection and saw that his mascara had run all down his face. He fumbled in his purse looking for something to wipe with. There was nothing. He did the best he could with his manicured nails to remove the tracks. "What kind of fool am I?" he wondered. The bus came to rest downtown and Jeremy asked the driver what bus could take him to his neighborhood. The driver gave him a number and address to find the bus. Jeremy got off and started making his way to the corner. A car pulled up beside him and honked. Jeremy glanced over afraid it was someone from the previous night that he wouldn't even recognize. Or worse yet would recognize and be embarrassed about his actions. It was a yellow cab. Inside the cab was Tim gesturing for him to come over. "Ms. Knight, are you okay?" Tim asked. "Can I give you a ride home?" Jeremy tried to put on a cheerful face but his muscles just wouldn't form the smile. They gave the lie to his words. "I'm fine. Yes I could use the ride home." Jeremy said. He sat the whole ride through trying not to think about the cruel words in the note. He tried not to think about the stickiness between his legs or the wet that seemed to be leaking from inside him even now. Jeremy tried to ignore Tim's eyes in the mirror as the driver glanced back to make sure his passenger was okay. Jeremy was sure that Tim thought he was a worthless slut. When they got to the factory Jeremy quickly clambered out of the cab and thrust at Tim the remaining cash in his purse to pay the fare. He ignored Tim's comment about change as he rushed from the car and through the opening gate to the office door. He held himself in check to keep from any sobs bursting forth. This time he pushed through the doors himself ignoring their automatic opening and closing. Jeremy ran up the stairs. He got through the door before the tears started once again. Crying Jeremy shrugged off the duster. He began to strip off his clothes as quickly as possible. He started a shower and stepped into the hot steam pulling the shower curtain around the bath. He let the water spray onto his body. He looked down at his chest and the tears started forth once again this time in earnest. "I'm a freak, a six titted freak that no one wants to have around except for a wild time. I think I'm a boy except I look like a girl with six boobs and four ovaries..." Jeremy cried to himself then he stopped. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to express in his mind what he was thinking, "I... I could be pregnant!" As Jeremy thought about what he knew from school and his mom's more practical instructions Jeremy became more and more convinced that he was pregnant or soon going to be. He'd been a girl long enough that he either should be menstruating now or at the top of the cycle before menstruation when a fertile egg would be released. He did not think for a moment that he would somehow be infertile. That had not been any part of a picture or concept of the Kim Possible or multi-breast woman that he'd imagined when he cooked up this figure that he now wore. Therefore, he'd had sex at least once sometime in the last twelve hours. The little swimmers had had plenty of time to find an egg if there was one since he'd fallen asleep after the sexcapades. Jeremy began to cry even more. He sank down to his knees in the hot spray. He folded over his legs crouched into a fetal position. His sobs echoed in the tiny space, drowned by the spray, which needled his back. His thoughts ran in a litany, "What am I going to do? I don't know how to take care of a baby. I can barely take care of myself. I can't even do that." Jeremy felt something disturb the shower curtain. He looked up and saw one of Lisa's probes looking at him. He wiped his face and started to get up. He had to be strong for Lisa. "Are you okay?" Lisa already knew he wasn't hurt physically. There wasn't a scratch on him. She'd checked. What was bothering him was mental and she could see the stress his body went through pulling himself together. "Yeah I'm fine. I'm just a little stressed," Jeremy said as he began to rinse in the water. "Want to talk about it?" Lisa asked. The probe was pivoting back and forth watching Jeremy. She could tell he was partly annoyed about her watching him. She didn't care. She knew Jeremy had to start talking about this. The word 'No' was on the tip of Jeremy's tongue. It was a reflex reaction, an automatic response, but the desire to somehow share what he was feeling, to somehow be validated in his responses was overwhelming. That desire rose up from inside in a way he'd never experienced before. So instead of 'No' he said,"I probably got myself pregnant last night." "Did you enjoy it?" Lisa asked "What?" Jeremy asked incredulous that Lisa asked that. It was so far from what he expected that he didn't know what he heard. "Was it fun?" Lisa asked. "Lisa I'm your brother. How can you ask something like that?" Jeremy responded with disbelief. Jeremy had now soaked his hair running his fingers through the strands. When he opened his eyes Lisa's avatar was there in the shower with him. Lisa appeared to be sitting in mid-air as if on a bench above the back of the tub. The spaghetti strapped white rayon dress seemed to alternately cling to every curve and billow around her. Besides being surprised at having his sister in the shower with him, Jeremy was astonished at her appearance. As he stared spray from the shower struck the image. The dress appeared to get wet, become transparent and cling to her skin. Water drops appeared in her hair. It appeared to get wet and become stringy. Rivulets appeared on her shoulders and ran down between her breasts. Water seemed to bounce off her into misty droplets. Yet Jeremy could see the water running down the shower curtain and the back of the tub. It was truly an amazing illusion. Lisa gave Jeremy a moment to take in her appearance and then said, "In case you haven't noticed, look between your legs. You don't have the equipment to be my brother. It looks a lot like mine." Lisa spread her legs and raised her skirt hem. A small trimmed brunette triangle pointed to the top of a female slit. "Your chest looks a lot more like mine." Lisa arched her back and thrust her breasts forward. The wet fabric was almost transparent. Fleshy tanned orbs with large dark areola and succulent erect nipples were prominently displayed. "You might have a few more but it's still female. In fact a conversation that starts like this." Jeremy's voice played back, "I probably got myself pregnant last night." Lisa continued, "Is one I would expect to have with my sister, not a brother. Because sisters can get pregnant and brothers can make someone pregnant but certainly NOT get pregnant. So I ask did you have fun." "Lisa, I know I look like a girl but, I'm not, not really," Jeremy said pleadingly. "Why? Because you remember what it was like to be big and strong, to have a penis, or because you might enjoy this too much?" Lisa asked gesturing at the both of them and relentlessly verbally pushing at Jeremy. She wanted him to think about who he is, not who he was. "Well yeah," Jeremy said, "I remember what it was like. I could take care of you, fix dinner, build the wagon, even open my own jar of pickles or go anywhere I wanted on my bike. Now you're taking care of me. I can't do anything except get in trouble." Jeremy hung his head morosely. Now his tears started to mix with the water on his face. "But Jeremy you got in trouble before and maybe you can't open your own pickle jar but I know you can do all those other things and more. You've handled all of the workers. You took care of that one piece of trash, and you've been out shopping. Plus you went out dancing or whatever. You can do anything," Lisa replied, "So was it good?" Jeremy blushed as he remembered how it felt to have Mark sucking on one nipple while playing with the lower pair. "I can't drive. I have to take a cab everywhere. I have to hide the way I look or everyone will know I'm a freak. And my first time out I get so drunk I don't hardly remember anything and I've probably got myself pregnant. Yeah I can do anything that will screw my life up," he said, "I just feel on the inside I'm not who I am on the outside." "And that makes you different how?" Lisa said, "There are many people who feel the same way. It ranges from the woman who wishes she had larger or smaller breasts and the man who wants more muscles, hair, or a squarer jaw to the individual who feels they're in the wrong body. To one degree or another they try to change their appearance to match their ideal self-image. For some a nip and tuck are enough, others want a complete body change. I longed for a change everyday. I felt so trapped, frustrated and worthless. Is that how you feel Jeremy? Do you want to have all or some of your breasts removed and ovaries taken so you're more a eunuch than a girl? Is being a girl that bad?" Empathy, concern and compassion played across Lisa's features. Jeremy had not thought she could display so many emotions with a hologram avatar. Jeremy thought seriously about what Lisa asked. He asked himself did he feel what Lisa had felt? Was he trapped? Incapacitated? Did he hate how he looked that much? Jeremy realized that he didn't like how he appeared because it was different from what he thought it should be. From an objective point of view he knew he was very attractive. As for having multiple breasts he knew he could camouflage their presence; he'd done so ever since they'd been here. No one had known he had them until he'd undressed in front of one man. That man had enjoyed them even if he thought Jeremy was a freak. Jeremy also knew he did not want anyone removing anything. If the opportunity came then he would go back to what he was but in the mean time he'd make the best of what he had now. A new thought struck Jeremy, "Lisa do you feel trapped in your shell? Did I screw up your life too?" He folded his arms beneath the upper pair and across the middle pair. His nipples erect from the spray poked into his arms. "Are you kidding?" Lisa said incredulously. She was suddenly standing face to face with him. Jeremy and Lisa looked deeply into each other's eyes. She raised a hand as if to touch Jeremy's hair and face. "I've never felt so free and fulfilled in my life. For the first time I have a purpose and the capacity to do undreamed of wonders. I feel as if I could take on the world," Lisa replied. Suddenly she was in the air in a kaleidoscope of dancing - flips, twirls, somersaults, and jumps. The avatar had shrunk to about Barbie height, virtually flying in the enclosure. "Then why the avatar?" Jeremy asked. "To make it easier to communicate. People respond to body language and facial expression. People don't do well speaking to a box or a speakerphone. I think you're the only one who does but I think it's because of taking care of me before. Jeremy the thing that I treasure most is that inside your shell, you are still you. You listen. You care. I want to be like you. You know why I gave you the name I did, even though it's awkward?" Lisa asked now back to full size sitting in the air. Jeremy shook his head 'No'. The thought crossed his head that he should be really turned on seeing a very attractive woman in a white wet transparent dress that clung so tightly her navel and the small triangle of hair above her pubic mound were clearly visible. Instead he was wondering if he would look as good in the same outfit. Lisa stood looking at Jeremy and continued, "I kept Jeri because before that was all the part of your name I could say. I went ahead and gave you Kimberly because you really liked her and became like her but also because you saved my world just like she was saving others. I gave you the name Knight because you've always been one for me and for mom. I wanted to be like you. Jeremy I want to help you too." Jeremy was touched. He hadn't realized how important his name was to Lisa. He'd thought it was only a joke or a game for her. Now he realized it had been chosen to reflect who he was now as well as the past. Tears came to his eyes. "I...I didn't know. Thank you Lisa. Jeri is fine. The whole thing is fine." he sniffed, "You can go ahead and call me Jeri too. You'd think I'd have cried enough now," Jeremy half laughed and sobbed. "No. Mom told me once that a woman always has more tears and somedays she gets to see just how much she's got," Lisa replied. "Do you think we should've stayed?" Jeremy asked. Lisa shrugged, "I don't know. I know we can't go back now. We've too much to do here. Maybe we can call or talk to her later," Lisa said non committally. She turned away as if physically avoiding the subject. "Jeri, I've got something you can take to keep from getting pregnant. It's called 'The morning-after pill'. It's rough on your system but I think it will work for you," Lisa said hesitantly. "Morning-after pill?" Jeremy asked, unsure what she meant. "It was first marketed as a birth control pill for a woman who had sex or was raped and did not have any other form of birth control. It could be taken the next morning and prevent pregnancy from occurring. It is about ninety-nine point nine three percent effective. Where pregnancy does occur is because the person waited too long to take it. What it does is induce menstruation right away, so it's rough on your system. I wanted to wait 'til after your first period to start you on birth control," Lisa said matter-of-factly. "Lisa, I'm not...I wasn't... Why did you think I would need birth control," Jeremy stopped and started and finally managed to ask. "I didn't know. I suspect but am just guessing about several things based on some information I found. It is known that a woman's sexual drive is affected by her cycle. There is also some evidence to suggest that a woman with a higher libido is one with elevated hormones associated with ovulation. Because you have four ovaries I suspect that you'll have a higher libido. Besides preventing pregnancy, birth control can help regulate hormone levels. It might help control your libido if you think it gets excessive. How that libido is expressed may be a function of gender attraction. I just hypothesized that at some point you would be curious about sex with the male gender. I wanted you to be protected if it occurred. I just didn't think it would occur this soon. I recognized some signs of sexual desire last night but I had other things on my mind or I might have been able to warn you. I also failed to account for the effects of alcohol. I'm sorry I forgot to anticipate all the variables. I've had to go back and re-evaluate several algorhythmns and make corrections lately because I did not account for all system inputs. It has been most unsettling." Lisa replied humbly at the end. She flipped her hair and smoothed the clinging fabric of her dress as if to punctuate her last statement. Jeremy wanted to laugh because of Lisa's attitude, as it was he ended up giggling even though the matter of his sexual appetite was no laughing matter to him. She had alternated between their mother's lecture mode and their grandmothers on their Dad's side. She spoke as if she expected to know everything and how to predict what would happen. Jeremy admitted to himself she appeared to know quite a bit more than he would have guessed. Lisa just harrumphed at him as if his behavior was totally rude. "Well Lisa since you've given a lot more thought to my sexuality than I have, I'm willing to go along with your suggestion for this morning- after pill and for using regular birth control," Jeremy said. "Good," Lisa said, "I'll have a drone bring one up right away. You're probably going to experience some pretty heavy menstrual cramping and of course your first period. As difficult and messy as it is I would suggest you use pads." "Lisa I know about menses. I had to help you remember?" Jeremy said, "some things I may be a total basket case about but feminine hygiene and care seems to be something I'm fairly competent at." "Okay I'm sorry. Jeri just remember that I'm here for you. I still need you too. Maybe I don't need you to do everything for me now but I still need you to help me deal with the world. I think you're the best person someone could ask for as either a brother or a sister," Lisa said emotionally. "Thanks Lisa. You're pretty cool too. Do you suppose I could finish my bath alone now?" Jeremy asked. "Sure. No problem," Lisa said. "Just answer my question, did it feel good?" Jeremy made a raspberry at her and then said, "What I remember was nice but I don't remember too well what happened. I do remember him asking me about having sex and somehow I never said no although I did say yes to a few things." Jeremy told her the truth. He supposed someone could say he was drunk and Mark had taken advantage of him but Jeremy knew better. His inhibitions were lowered and Jeremy had accepted Mark's advances. Now Jeremy wondered could he want sex with a man sober. What about women? After Jeremy finished speaking Lisa's avatar blinked out and she rolled over to the door. Within a minute a drone had rolled over to the tub and tapped lightly on the side. Jeremy took the pill and glass of water. Then Jeremy shampooed and conditioned his hair. While the conditioner was soaking he took a cloth and began to scrub his loins. He almost scraped himself raw trying to get the unclean feeling to go away. Maybe he wasn't quite ready to have sex with a male while sober. But Jeremy did remember what an orgasm felt like and what it felt like to have something inside his vagina and that was something he knew he was going to want to experience again.