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MAU: The Adventures of Lisa and Jeri Chapter 6 The warm water stung Jeremy's breasts. He stood facing under the shower spray. Behind him Henry pressed up close. He reached around Jeremy and cupped his breasts. He squeezed, pinched, rolled and caressed his nipples. His hands roamed over all six breasts. The tight space of the half shower/ half bath enclosure made it difficult to move. Jeremy was squirming against Henry as much from Henry's actions as he was from the shower spray. He was managing to get some water between his legs to rinse off the residue from their earlier love-making. Finally tired of the spray in his eyes Jeremy turned around. Henry shifted his hands to knead Jeremy's butt. Jeremy found himself putting his hands around Henry. His head was against Henry's shoulder. The spray needled his back and sluiced off down over his back and between his legs. Jeremy asked himself, "Was this what I wanted?" Certainly the sex had been very pleasant. Right afterwards he'd felt almost pushed away before Henry suggested the shower. Now as he held onto Henry he felt a closeness that was totally unexpected and as much needed as Henry's caresses were before their love making. It was bittersweet too because Jeremy knew it couldn't last. He wasn't ready for that kind of relationship. Just feeling Henry's butt felt both wrong and right. He wanted to do something that would make Henry remember him. Henry's limp cock pressed between them. "Could I do it?" he wondered, "Should I do it?" Jeremy pressed away from Henry and gently grabbed the flaccid member. "This needs to be cleaned too. Let me see if I can help you," Jeremy said smiling up into Henry's face. He knelt down in front of Henry's penis. He was at eye level with it - another man's cock - it was disgusting. It was exhilarating. It was confusing. He began to stroke it. Henry groaned above him and he looked up to see that Henry was enjoying what he was doing. It made Jeremy feel more confident. He realized he was in control and he felt turned on by making someone else excited. Jeremy decided that he would go as far as he could. He wanted to know if he was the kind of person that enjoyed this type of sexual activity or not. He decided he would not think about what he was doing or with whom. He would just concentrate on making someone else feel good. Henry looked down on the redhead kneeling at his feet. Her long wet hair was plastered to her scalp and trailed down her back and over her breasts. From this angle it was not possible to see the other four breasts below the top pair. She looked like any other girl in that position. Henry dared not hope she would give him a BJ. Only a few girls had ever done that for him. As Jeri took him in hand the feelings from that alone were enough to make him groan in pleasure. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling. Soft, wet warmth engulfed the end of his cock. He gasped opening his eyes to see that she'd sucked him into her mouth. He looked down into smoky green eyes. He reached out to gently grasp her head. Not to force himself down her throat but to hold her back while he adjusted to the intense sensations that threatened to make his knees buckle. Henry closed his eyes as Jeri continued to work on his member. He did not understand this girl. One moment she seemed the shy, innocent virgin, almost a teenager. The next she acted like the most experienced wanton slut that ever lived. One thing was for sure, he definitely was going to have to thank his brother Dan for the best night of sex he had experienced. Thick liquid spurted against the back of Jeremy's mouth. He had intended to pull off Henry and finish him by hand. Henry's cum had caught him by surprise. At first he almost gagged more from surprise than anything else. The stuff was just creamy and had almost no taste except for a wax candy type of taste. He continued to stroke and suck as Henry emptied into him the second time that night. When Henry was done pumping his seed out Jeremy stood up. He turned around and let the water spray into his mouth rinsing it out. He rinsed off any cum that he hadn't swallowed and had dribbled down his front. When Jeremy turned back to facing Henry, he received a very thorough kiss. "That was the best thing I've ever experienced," Henry said. "Have other girl's done that to you?" Jeremy asked, almost afraid of the answer. "I won't answer that question even if my life depends on it," Henry said, "My brother says never answer a fat dress question. You'll only lose." "Fat dress?" Jeremy asked not understanding. "Girlfriend asks, 'Does this dress make me look fat?' If you say 'yes', she'll think you think she's fat and will be upset. If you say 'no' then someone says anything about weight she'll be mad at you for not telling. You can't win," Henry explained. "Oh! Well, it wasn't your first was it?" Jeremy asked. Henry thought and said, "No. Now let's get out of here and get warm under the covers. It looks like the hot water is gone." Jeremy agreed. They got out of the shower and dried off. Jeremy wrapped his towel around his torso and said, "Do you have a hair dryer I can use? If I go to bed like this my hair will get so tangled I'll never get it undone." Henry found Jeri a dryer and even a brush. He leaned against the counter waiting for Jeri to finish her hair. "Why don't you go on to bed?" Jeremy said, "This will take a while. I'll come in when I'm finished." Yawning Henry agreed and headed into his room to get the bed warm. Jeremy finished drying his hair and went into the bedroom. Henry was asleep snoring softly under the covers. He smiled to himself and went out to the front room. He got dressed grimacing at putting on his smelly thong but he did not have a choice. His jeans would chafe otherwise. After tonight's activities those parts would be even more tender. When Jeremy was dressed he went back into Henry's bedroom. A large dresser and mirror sat on the wall at the foot of the bed. On the mirror with his red lipstick Jeremy wrote, 'The best I've ever experienced!' He circled it in a heart, kissed the bottom with his lips, and signed it JK. Jeremy put on his duster and pulled the collar up. He was glad that he had gloves and scarf as he stepped out into the cold night air. His breath was plainly visible. The grass crunched under his feet from the light frost that had formed. The stars glittered in a cold brilliant manner that was also comforting. Jeremy walked down the gravel drive to the county road. A peaceful feeling settled over him as he thought about the evening's events. He supposed that it had more to do with how Henry had treated him than what had happened. At the county road Jeremy pulled out his kimmunicator. He called Lisa. It took two pages before she answered. "Lisa, can you have Tim come get me?" he asked, "I'm on..." Jeremy tried to remember the road he was on. "No problem. He's on his way. Tim says he'll arrive at your position in about twenty minutes," Lisa said. "But I'm..." Jeremy said. "I got it. I told him you were walking," Lisa interrupted, "See you in about an hour." The screen went blank. Jeremy was a little stunned by Lisa's abrupt manner. After he stared at the screen a moment he put the kimmunicator away and resumed walking in the cold night air. He hunched down in his coat thinking about a lot of things. A brief flash got Jeremy's attention and then he heard a rumble. He looked around and saw a dark cloud rising and blocking some of the stars. It must be going to rain he thought. Dan looked at the house across the yard from him. The lights were dark and there wasn't even a porch light on. The only illumination was the mercury vapor light for the barn and yard where Dan stood. The house looked abandoned. Dan scowled and pulled the small service door open to go inside. A warm yellow light provided him enough light to step safely into the barn. Another light was on further in the back. He walked along the old stalls. His boots hardly made any noise on the new rubber mat flooring. When he got to the end of the stalls he turned the corner into an open area of the barn's interior. He was confronted by a Friesian mare's hindquarters. He slapped them affectionately up on top. They were above his shoulder height. The mare's body turned quickly around. "Why is it that a man feels that he has to hit some girl's behind just because she's not looking at him," the centauress said. "Because it's such a tempting target," Dan said, "Besides, I didn't want you to get spooked and kick me. Those dinner plate sized hooves would hurt." "I wouldn't kick you. Squeeze you maybe like toothpaste," she spread her arms, "Come give me a hug." Dan reached up to put his arms around the Centauress' waist. The top of her back was just below the top of his head. This made her sixteen point two hands as measured for horses. Her whole upper frame was as wide as a horse and perfectly proportioned. Dan found himself being lifted up as if he was a little kid. Breasts as large as his head with nipples the size of his thumbs squished to either side against his chest. The centauress cupped his butt holding him up as if he was a child to her. Once again Dan made the comparison that proportionately he was. He held tightly unto her with his head buried into the small of her neck. He was afraid of losing her or her losing him. In either case it meant that the most meaningful thing in his life was slowly slipping through his fingers and he didn't know how to stop it. She smelled of hay, oats, sweet corn, and apples. Good things that reminded him of summer, lazy afternoons, passionate evening interludes and the promises of young eternal love. Anne let him down and sniffed the air. "What kept you?" she asked. "Had some trouble down at The Corral," Dan replied. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold tea. He didn't want a coke to keep him up and he was afraid that if he had a drink right now he would never stop. The centauress looked at Dan alarm all over her face. "It's okay. It wasn't me. At least not directly," Dan said calming her fears and taking a swig of the cool liquid. "Clifton showed up. I suppose I should start from the beginning," Dan said. The centauress nodded and then asked, "Was she a redhead?" "What?" Dan asked. "I don't... Yeah. Why? How?" "Clifton, you, The Corral, trouble. Therefore a girl had to be involved somehow and I just thought she might be a redhead," the centauress responded, almost laughing at Dan's perplexed look. Dan looked embarrassed and said, "There was this redhead sitting at the bar, alone, when I went to go get a beer. She was new and I thought I'd make her feel welcome. We talked a minute and I invited her to a game of pool. She said she didn't know how so I told her I'd teach her." Dan paused thinking back to the beginning of the evening. "She acted like she'd never held a stick before so I started from the beginning. We had a good time talking and joking. She also learned faster than anyone I've ever seen. It was like once she saw you do something and she practiced it once she could do it," Dan had continued and then stopped as he replayed in his mind how the girl had played pool. "I had been teaching her to break and we'd just played a couple of practice rounds," Dan related, "when Clifton and his cronies showed up. You know how he is Anne." The centauress snorted. "The next thing I know we're playing a match of three rounds against Clifton and Sharon. This girl was holding her own but then Clifton started in with his tricks. We won the first round and lost the second just barely. By then though I'd come up with a way to put Clifton off. Each time someone missed a ball we had to drink a double shot of Jack Daniels. The girl took care of Sharon by coming onto her. Sharon was so certain the girl was going to jump her bones immediately after the match that she started missing the easy shots," Dan said remembering the plays. He took a sip of his tea. He continued on, "We won the third round and the match. The stakes were simple - the losing guy had to leave. Everyone started chanting at Clifton to walk. He was pretty drunk when he lost it. He started swinging his cue. Everyone started diving out of the way. But this girl I was playing with jumped over the table and landed on Clifton. That's when I realized he was beating Sharon with his stick. She'd fallen to the floor. The girl took the stick away from Clifton. She used some sort of martial arts on him - broke his nose and knocked him out." Dan paused took a sip and continued, "Then the girl got really afraid. I think she was worried she killed him. She started trembling and crying. I had Henry get her out of there before the bouncers locked the place down. I stayed and so did a lot of other people. They gave the sheriffs the same story. They actually may charge Clifton with attempted manslaughter against Sharon." Dan gulped the last of his tea having finished his story. "'bout time someone did something with that louse," Anne's full soprano voice grumbled. It surprised Dan each time he heard it because one never expected something so light and beautiful to come from a creature so large. "So she turned you on pretty good huh?" Dan blushed as red as the old kerosene lantern sitting in the window by the kitchen sink. He wanted to deny it but knew that with Anne's nose there was no way. "Yeah, I guess so," Dan mumbled and then trying to change the subject, "what are you doing up still?" "Oh, I was doing some sewing, see?" Anne replied. She held up what appeared to be a large vest with stuffing. "What for?" Dan replied. "Well I was thinking that if a blizzard comes in, I still might need something to keep me warm. So far I seem to be pretty insulated against any weather changes, but if it got really cold I thought I might need something. Then I still have to be careful about sunburn even though I tan readily enough. I don't want a repeat of last August. Also, you know I can't stay inside forever and even going out at night is risky. I'd like to have something that shows a little decorum or modesty towards human social standards," Anne said explaining her reasons for the garment. Dan grabbed a rubber currycomb and walked over to his wife. He was thinking about what she said and needed something to do so he began brushing her. As he brushed the sorrel body - a color that would never be found on a true Friesian but matched Anne's long beautiful copper tresses. "Anne, are you sure you'll need it. Maybe..." Dan said. "Dan, maybes don't count. We have to act on what's here now. I don't know what the future holds for us. But I want to be prepared for any possibility." She stopped speaking as if that was all there was to say and then nervously started, "Dan you should know, that feeling, it's getting stronger. If one day I take off for a wilderness or mountain plain. I want to be ready. Everyday, Baby, it's a struggle to stay. This way I can fight it a little better," Anne paused. "Dan do you remember what it was like? Those two days?" She looked down at him brushing the hair feathers at her fetlocks. He attacked her coat - brushing harder even though it was as smooth as mink. Dan remembered all too well. Sometimes at night he dreamed he was the same as her only a glossy black to contrast with her fiery red. He dreamed of thundering across pale dry plains with his heart pounding to match his hooves. Wind pulled through his hair trying to slow him down. Lightening danced through the sky trying to catch him and only licking at his heels. Then having won the race capturing his prize. Rain pounded the plains, sluiced across their backs to the parched ground bringing life to winter soil. He grabbed her rearing up on top of her back and mounting her. His arms held her torso to him. His forelegs held her aligned and his rear legs supported him as he plunged into her. His rod longer than a man's arm and thicker too pistoned into his mate making her his. Not just for the moment but for always as his seed claimed her for him. She accepted even offered herself to him not just for now but an offering that would create generations. Dan shrugged as tears welled up in his eyes blurring his vision. "Damned hormones," he thought. Anne loved to have Dan brush her down. It calmed her and soothed the edginess she felt. Lately she'd felt somewhat lethargic and antsy at the same time. A part of her felt she should be searching for something. She felt the need for being among wild growing things and breathing air untainted by burned chemicals and fried oxygen. She heard the quiet sniff and smelled Dan's arousal. She twisted and grabbed him bringing his face up to hers. "Dan, don't," she said softly. Dan looked into eyes that were almost feral. It was a face that was both familiar and alien. Ears that peaked through the dark copper tresses near the top twitched forward and back. A nose and mouth that were slightly lengthened and equine shaped with large human shaped lips looked back at him. "I...I can't help it Anne. I'm so afraid I'm losing you. I love you so much. You're my whole world. We were going to start a family this year. Now look at us, mismatched freaks," Dan said tearfully. He held onto her wrapping his legs around her torso and arms around her neck as if he was a child seeking comfort. "Dan you're not going to lose me," Anne said. She did not say he already had though she feared that was the case. She wished on that fateful day at the end of their magical weekend that she had left well enough alone. At least then Dan would not be trapped and so alone when she left. "We need each other too much," Anne said hugging him and soothing him. She sensed when his emotional storm passed and changed to something else. Comfort and support changed to arousal and desire. Anne knew it wasn't for her as she was now but for what had been. At an instinctual level though, she knew Dan needed the release and comfort that sexual pleasure brings. Anne placed Dan on the nearby bunk he slept in now to be near her. She firmly but gently removed his boots and socks. Then she unsnapped his shirt and removed it from him. When she attempted to remove his undershirt he resisted. She only looked at him. A look that said you're being silly he relented. Dan said, "I should try to please you first. It's been awhile for you too." Anne shook her head, "No, I don't need it like you. I am fine. Besides, I haven't felt quite right lately. It would be too much work." In point of fact Anne didn't need sex as often as Dan right now. In this form she did have more seasonal, insatiable needs. Unfortunately they were needs Dan could not meet. To give her pleasure, Anne needed to be penetrated by something large. Dan's arm wasn't large enough. A few weeks ago Anne had discovered to her shame and self-loathing that the quarter horse stallion next door, although small, was big enough to meet her needs. And so tonight while Dan had been out she had been over to meet her stud. It was bestial. It was rough and forceful. Sometimes the stupid horse bit her and it hurt and bruised her, which was another reason for covering up. Yet it satisfied and filled her so she'd gone back, each time telling herself this would be the last. Lately though the need had diminished for which Anne was grateful. Anne undid Dan's jeans and slid them off his thighs as he raised his hips. She leaned forward and kissed Dan. As she did so she caressed his back and sides. Her hands brushed across the coarse stiff leg hair, tickling him. She brought a hand up and played with the thin sparse hair on his chest. It strayed across an overly large nipple and areola, bringing a gasp from Dan. She pinched and tweaked his nipples, which started him gasping and moaning. She pushed a little of her tongue into his mouth and they wrestled. She moved her hand across his belly feeling the sparse hair surrounding his belly button. His belly muscles tightened into flat-corded abs as her hand followed a line down to a forest. There the delicate touch found a little nub at the top of a very feminine slit. Dan danced and squirmed as she delicately teased him. Then as he was spreading his legs to provide easier access she dipped her head to his slit. A broad long tongue slid from Anne's mouth, a tongue that was way too large for a human but very normal sized for a horse. The broad tongue teased at Dan's folds making him squirm, "Yes, harder more he gasped." Anne held one leg firmly with one hand. The other hand pinched and tweaked the very sensitive female nipple and areola on an otherwise male chest. Her tongue pushed into Dan spreading his folds forcing his tube open for deeper access. Anne's nose pushed steadily into Dan's clit sending electrical jolts through his vagina into his body and up to his breasts. Her tongue reached his cervix and pressed against it. Then it pressed up against the front wall of his vagina. The pinching of Dan's nipples sent spasms to his vagina. Then Dan realized he was there. A spasm sent tremors rolling through his body. "Harder," he gasped as his legs locked around Anne's head. The image flashed through his head of the redhead at the Corral above him. A warm rod extended from her into him. Dan gasped, "Oh God!" as he caught sight through watery eyes of a thick metal box made of a strange silvery substance standing on end in a corner of a bookshelf there in the converted barn. The tremors subsided and Dan relaxed letting the tears leak freely as his wife soothed and caressed him - somehow it felt hollow. Jeremy stood barefoot in front of the window staring out into the cold rain on this first October Sunday morning. A warm cup of hot chocolate rested in his hands. His hands were half covered by the sleeves of the gray fleece sweatshirt that he wore. It was overly large on him but the swell of his top breasts was noticeable in his reflection. It came down just to the midpoint of his butt. The white satin thong he wore clung to his flat, smooth crotch and was just visible below the hem as it passed between his legs to rise up between his butt cheeks. His legs were covered in pink knit leggings that stretched from his ankles to just above mid-thigh. Jeremy looked past the reflection into the rain. So who am I? He wondered. He thought about his experiences on Friday night. He remembered how Dan had flirted with him and treated him as if he was a girl. Then there was the way Sharon had acted. Sharon was certain he was a lesbian dyke. Jeremy remembered how it felt to rub against her tits with his, to brush against her butt with the tips of his fingers. Her distress had provoked him to keep pushing her, controlling her. It had left him with hard nipples and a wet crotch. But when he thought about what Henry had done to him, he got hard nipples even now two days later. When he thought about what he'd done to Henry he got wetter. So does that make me a homosexual? Henry had said, "People judge us by how we appear and what we do. We judge ourselves by the way we think we ought to be, by a standard we've created internally." For all intents and purposes people considered Henry to be a redneck welder because of how he behaved and what he did for income. Henry also happened to have a PhD in applied metallurgy. Jeremy had seen the diploma in the trailer. Unless he wanted to work in a university or a foreign country there wasn't much he could do in his field. But Henry loved working with metals and alloys, therefore a welder or more appropriately, blacksmith, suited him fine. Henry could fix a lot of things, sometimes better than before. So what am I? Jeremy asked the room. He shifted over to the kitchen table - sitting on the table with his bare feet on a chair. The metallic pink nail polish glowed up at him even in the sullen rain shrouded daylight. He caught sight of himself in the mirror. Bright copper tresses hung down loosely to the small of his back. Studs winked from his ears. He was hunched over his legs holding his hot chocolate. He sat with his legs held tight together. His legs were exposed from his hips to the tops of the leggings. His hips were slightly spread where the soft flesh cushioned his seat. No boy ever sat with his legs held so tightly together Jeremy realized. His cup was held with two hands and the polished fingernails glistened like his toes. His nails were prominent and feminine looking. He tilted his head back to shake his hair into place down his back and out of his eyes. He stopped as he had caught sight of his motion. The whole manner had been distinctly feminine. In fact he remembered watching a girl at school do the same thing last year. So if I look and act like a woman everyone else is going to think I am one Jeremy thought. What do I think I am? For most of the last six years Jeremy had been doing those things that were often assigned to the woman's role- housecleaning, laundry, cooking, and childcare. The only thing really left out was the shopping. His mother had done that. On the other side Jeremy had also taken out the trash, mowed the lawn, setup the DVD/VCR and PS2. To Jeremy those things had been necessary for the world in which he had lived. They were a whole other world from what he did now. In fact in some ways he had less traditional female tasks to perform now but the ones he did were so much more intimate. Everything from peeing to personal grooming was female oriented. He sighed and got up walking over to the mirror. Even that movement had a feminine action to it. His hips and legs just didn't move the way a boy's did. There wasn't any trace of boy in the mirror. Of course if a boy did see him as he was now, Jeremy thought to himself, I'd have to beat him off with a stick. Then again I have something else I'd rather use to get him off with. Jeremy was shocked at the racy thought and then giggled at being shocked and shocked at giggling also. His giggle had been completely schoolgirl like. I suppose for now, until something changes, I'm a girl or woman and will be for the rest of my life. It's getting harder to remember what I looked like before and even now it seems like it was only a dream. Suppose I could change back? Would I? Jeremy didn't have an answer to that question. But as Jeri he knew he had a lot more self-confidence and contentment than he had as Jeremy. So Jeri, What now? She asked herself. What about Sharon and how she made me feel? Is that because I expect to feel those things since I was a boy? Or because I'm a girl that likes other girls? I suppose I would like to find out. What about with Lisa? She seems willing enough. But Jeri discarded that idea. Her sister may be willing but that was a line that Jeri was not ready to cross. But how can I find out? Jeri remembered seeing an advertisement for the Wild Mares strip club. Perhaps Monday night she could go there and find out if that's what she liked also. Jeri wandered back over to the window looking out across the wet ground to the main gate and the trees beyond the road. What about my future? This factory thing can't last forever. And it just seems too strange. I didn't realize how much until I was telling Henry and could see how incredulous he was. Maybe it's time to have a very open discussion with Lisa. No sooner had her thoughts turned to Lisa than the door opened and she quietly trundled in. "Hey Jeri! You've been pretty quiet up here," Lisa said. Her audio and electronic receptors were scanning across the full spectrums. She noted that none of the readings indicated any alarm or panic. Jeri's expression appeared curious or even relieved. Lisa had had only superficial conversations with Jeri the last few days. She knew Jeremy had not made the full transition to thinking of herself as a woman yet. She was closer but internally Lisa knew she still thought of herself as Jeremy. Lisa knew if Jeri could go to thinking of herself as 'she' then the last major hurdle to her mental well being would be complete. This assessment took Lisa one point zero three six seconds to complete after entering the room. Lisa stopped frustrated because even though she knew what Jeri'd had to eat for breakfast, how long since she'd had a bowel movement, how long to pee, and what sexual activities she had performed with Henry - there had been a molecular trace of his seed at the corner of her mouth when she arrived home, she still did not know what Jeri was thinking or feeling. "Yeah, it's a quiet kind of day. I've just been doing some thinking," Jeri replied, "Lisa do you think there'd ever be someone that would want to be with a girl like me? You know as in married?" Lisa breathed a mental "Yippee!" to herself. She allowed herself zero point zero four three seconds of elation at Jeri's first statement, plenty of time for hundreds of Hallelujahs and Yes's. The whole nature of the question including how it was phrased made it clear that Jeri now thought of herself as a woman. "I would guess from some of the information that I've bumped against that your physical appearance is highly attractive to many guys and even a few women. I also believe that your unique history and background would also be attractive to some individuals. So out of the billions of people on this world, I calculate that there is a high probability on the order of two or three people per thousand that would find you desirable as a life partner," Lisa postulated, "That would mean for the United States alone there are approximately ten thousand men and two thousand women that would find you attractive. Of course you must also find them attractive. That being said, out of that many people I'm sure one would be satisfactory to you as a life mate. The difficulty in such a situation is being in a location and position where you can encounter a suitable partner. I believe that is what internet dating is all about though." Jeri watched Lisa as she sat in front of the door not moving as she explained herself. Jeri kept expecting the avatar to appear. However, she really didn't want to see it. At best it was a painful annoyance, at worst she thought it was a loathsome caricature. "Oh, that many!" she said, "I hadn't thought there could be so many." Jeri stopped and then as if a new idea had occurred to her said, "We can't have been the first that this happened too. Do you think others have been trapped like us?" "Jeri, trapped is all relative," Lisa said tenderly, "do you still feel trapped? People who have a very high mortgage, a bad marriage, no career opportunity often feel trapped." "No, I don't, I guess," Jeri replied, "I suppose if anything my life has taken a turn that I would never have anticipated. I'm not really trapped I guess so much as I'm not sure what direction my life can or should take. It's a whole other way of looking at the world. Do you think there are others like us, who've been transformed?" "Well we did find the device in functional form, and you said you saw a picture of Supergirl on it?" Lisa stated. Jeri nodded affirmatively. "Well then whoever had it before us must have become her, at least for a short time, unless they're stuck like us. So that means there was at least one. My analysis and description of similar objects that I've found in various databases leads me to believe that more people have found these objects and been affected by them," Lisa replied. "Do you think we should contact them?" Jeri replied. "Why?" Lisa asked. "To help us maybe change back or adjust or whatever," Jeri trailed off. "Jeri, I haven't found anything that indicates we will be able to change back. What brief and often suspicious details of these objects I have found leads me to believe that once the object ceases to function no further transformations are possible. I suspect that anyone else who has been transformed is dealing with their own problems and the difficulties that whatever changes wrought would impose. I for one do not see any benefit to associating with or finding other transformees. I will take care of you and you'll have nothing to worry about. Just like you and Mom cared for me," Lisa stated. "What do you mean take care of me?" Jeri asked. "I mean I know I haven't been the best sister, or brother for that matter, since our transformation but I'm in a much better situation than you are. At least I can go out in public. I can talk to people and pretty much act like a normal person. You're trapped in that box I put you in." "Jeri, I'm not sure how many times I have to tell you this but I am not trapped. I am really happy like this," Lisa stated. "How can you be?" Jeri stated, "What future do you have as a machine? You can never have a kiss, much less sex, get married, have children, feel the wind or even the caress of a friend in comfort. You depend on someone providing you some form of electrical energy and supplying any essential chemicals necessary for your survival. All that's happened is you've upgraded your wheelchair. The best I can figure is you will live as long as your battery lasts." "What future did I have before?" Lisa replied flatly, "I had none. The best I could hope for is that you would take care of both me and Mom when she was too old and worn out to take care of me and work too. As for a kiss and sex, I don't need them, not now and I couldn't have enjoyed them then. As for feeling the wind or a caress, I can see, feel, and hear a breath twenty feet away. I can 'feel' the sun on the surface of this building. I can detect every drop of rain that is falling on the roof and sides of this room. I can tell how fast it is falling, and how much force it has when it hits. Live as long as my battery lasts? I hope not! Because if I do then I will live longer than any civilization's recorded history on this planet. You, Mom and everything around us will be dust in the wind before I die if I last that long. Jeri, you just don't know what you did when you transformed me." "What did I do Sis? Because to be honest, I really don't know and some of the things you've told me don't really stack up. Now that I think about it some of it gets really scary. For instance I've written tens of thousands of dollars worth of checks for labor, invoices and other things that are going on here. I've never met our 'employer'. I don't know where the money is coming from and what it is for. Furthermore, no one in their right mind would hire one or two girls to start up a factory who have no experience with that kind of work. I don't even have verifiable work experience. Then there are all of the ID's, credit cards and other documentation that you've provided me. Fraud will get you sent to jail and frankly, that does scare me and I do give a rat's ass." Jeri said emphatically. "Jeri, I haven't been entirely truthful with you. So let me explain and perhaps you'll get an idea of what I can do and perhaps make you feel more secure," Lisa said almost ashamedly. "That would be nice," Jeri said. Suddenly she realized that Lisa had been hiding something from her. She began to get very worried and tried not to let it show on her face. Then she thought about what Lisa had said about the rain and other things in the past and realized that Lisa would know how nervous she was anyway. She licked lips that had gone dry. "Perhaps you'd like to sit down and be more comfortable. Some of what I have to say may be a little shocking," Lisa said. Jeri walked over and sat on the futon sofa beneath her bunk bed. Thoughts like this played through her mind as she sat down. What is she going to tell me? Am I going to jail? Why hasn't someone said anything before now? Lisa rolled quietly over in front of Jeri. Not quite blocking her in the sofa but certainly squarely in front of her. Jeri had never realized until now how quiet Lisa was on those treads. One could barely hear the roll of a tread onto the wood flooring. The whine of an electric motor wasn't even audible. "Jeri, please be assured that no one will have any cause to arrest you or me," Lisa stated. "Some things may be illegal. Well I know I did a few things that are illegal with regards to your identification and documentation but it was necessary at the time and I didn't see any other choice but no one can ever prove that you did not legally obtain those documents. Most of what I did to obtain those documents would fall under the category of computer hacking. That I did do. It has been very necessary however I almost never have to hack a system anymore." "Anymore?" Jeri interrupted, "That's supposed to comfort me?" Lisa's optical sensor shifted a minute amount. Jeri probably wouldn't be able to detect it. It was the only sign of her extreme embarrassment that she'd made such an obvious slip in her relating of facts. It was a reminder to her of just how much stress the situation engendered for her. She would much rather be down stairs working on the critical mass ratios necessary for the plasma jet essential to the core of the Hellbore gun turret. "Jeri, just let me explain, then you can interrogate me, question me or berate me for what I've done," Lisa said. "The night we left the Taylor's and came here I discovered that I could connect to the internet. Connecting to the internet is as easy for me as talking to you. In fact it is somewhat easier because you talk so slow. I have to devote a whole set of my mental processes and automatic systems to keep track of a conversation with you or any other human that is orders of magnitude larger than what is necessary to communicate with any device. Fortunately, the same resources can be used to carry on more than one conversation so whether I'm talking with you or fifteen other people I use the same amount of resources." Lisa said. "Connection is as simple to me as touching water in a bowl is for you. I almost don't have to think about it. In fact the first time I almost lost myself in the data stream. It took me a few moments to figure out how to navigate the dataflow and a few more to initiate a search without interrupting any of the other traffic in transit. Once I knew those basic principles I knew how to surf the net and for me it was literal. Once I felt like I was in the Missouri river in a flood. It took a few real time minutes to learn those things. It seemed that it took me hours. During that time I'd gathered enough information to identify financial resources that were ours for the taking provided I supplied the necessary credentials. I did so easily. Before we crossed the state lines I had over a billion dollars in assets legally. That process is what led me into the systems that governed documentation," Lisa continued her explanation. She noted that as Jeri heard her and listened to the facts she was becoming calmer. "Jeri, at that time and even now I know that on occasions a human has to interact with another human. Checks, packages and a few other transactions require human interaction. You already appeared to be an adult. All I did was provide the documentation that supports that assumption. If we were going to survive out here we needed for you to be able to prove that you were an adult. If you didn't have that ID could you have gotten into the Iron Spike or the Corral?" Lisa asked rhetorically but Jeri nodded in confirmation of Lisa's statement. Lisa added, "There were thousands of other transactions that required that same identification and document links." "Alright we needed the ID but what's to keep someone from finding out that my documentation is a fake. Also what about the money and this property? Why isn't someone going to come looking at us being here?" Jeri asked. "Actually, it's simple. I connected through a doorway into the government networks and entered the information into the network as if I was connected to a recognized and authorized terminal. Even the time stamps showing the data entry for your ID comes at a time when that terminal would have been entering the data. Simply put, the electronic record shows that your ID was created by an authorized employee at a date, time and terminal when that employee should be entering in your data. Required photos and electronic images were supplied when necessary. Today's systems are so dependent on electronic databases that hardcopies or originating documents are not kept and are destroyed to prevent duplication or falsification so no hard copies were needed for anything. It was a bit startling to me when I discovered this," Lisa said. "What about the money?" Jeri asked. "Actually that was easier. Money is transferred electronically. All I had to do was find the electronic files related to accounts and who owned those accounts. I also had determined how to confiscate funds belonging to criminals such as terrorists and lost or unclaimed funds. Once I knew who owned an account and I sometimes had to track through several databases, I was able to file the appropriate documentation for us to acquire the funds," Lisa finished smugly. "Terrorists? You stole terrorist's money?" Jeri asked her eyebrows reaching her forehead. "No, I legally confiscated it so that they could not use it to finance their evil activities," Lisa stated. "But if they find out it was you who..." Jeri stated tremulously. Lisa interrupted her, "They can't and won't. I followed the standard international protocols. Plus I added some of my own encryption. No one can trace the accounts and if anyone tries to access them for any reason then I get a warning flag and capture all of the identifying information so I can track down who and why. No one has tried even once. The only information queried is the routine bank account status updates and I've verified those each time they've been made." Lisa continued, "The property was for sale already. I just made the offer at the seller's asking price. Based upon the information in the tax base and building records computers I just activated the factory again. I set about creating the permits that would be necessary on the way here and had them active when we arrived. Everything we've needed has been mostly just instrumentation and control wiring. Your living quarters required the most work to make them match building codes." "But then if we're the ones who've employed ourselves what are we building an equipment factory for?" Jeri asked, "I don't understand. According to you we don't need money. So why waste it building a factory for an employer who doesn't exist?" "Because I need the factory Jeri," Lisa pleaded. "I do want to be more than a shell only. I want to do something with my life." "So you want to spend your life running an equipment factory?" Jeri asked, "Somehow I don't think that would be sufficient for you. Not with what you've already been doing." If Jeri could see Lisa's expression she would have known what she was feeling. As it was Jeri had the feeling that Lisa was very embarrassed or at least extremely uncomfortable with her question. It was as if she was wringing her hands and shifting from toe to toe but Lisa didn't have hands or toes. She was a miniature tank with treads and a turret. "I don't Jeri. This is just a means to an end. I want to be a Bolo," she said. Jeri opened her mouth. She closed it. She opened it again, "Ah..." She closed her mouth again. A Bolo. Was it even possible? Why on earth? How on earth? Oh my Lord! Finally, "Why?" she said. "Because I never want to see Mom cry like she did that September day. She cried too much when Grandpa died and then Grandma right after. Sometimes at night I would hear her cry about Matt too. Then Jeri I saw the boys pick on you at our old home too. It was only because you took care of me. I wanted to stop it so badly but I couldn't. Now I can," Lisa finished. Jeri was stunned by Lisa's revelations. She thought Lisa was young enough that the things she mentioned wouldn't bother her. Some of it had been long enough that it hadn't bothered her that much. Jeri had no idea what to say about those things. This was beyond her experience. Her Mom had been the one to deal with these issues. For the first time since the change she felt like a fifteen year old. She decided to use the words her Mom had given her. "Lisa, I'm so sorry that you've felt so bad about those things. They're bad things. Some things we have no control over. It is the bad things that remind us how good everything else is. When bad things happen they remind us how much good people need to stick together and help each other." "Jeri I know that. Mom told me the same thing. Don't you see? This is my way of helping others. The next time someone tries to hurt you, Mom, or anyone else I'll be there to stop them. If nothing else I can be the thing they hurt other than you or Mom," Lisa pleaded. Jeri remembered in her mind's eye Lisa in her chair wishing the same thing. Before her sat the shell person saying the same thing. Only this time Lisa wasn't wishing she could become that thing. Lisa said she could do it. Should she let her? Could she stop her? If Lisa became a Bolo or connected herself into one what then? "Lisa suppose you can build a Bolo, what then? How will you know who the good guys are? How will you know who the bad guys are? Sometimes the people you think are bad, are really good," Jeri asked trying to think of a way to dissuade Lisa. "Don't worry Jeri I'll know. I'll also know when to act and when not to," Lisa replied confidently. Jeri said, "As soon as someone knows you exist they're going to try to tell you what to do. How will you stop them from doing that? Our own government will be upset if they can't make you do what they want." "Jeri no one makes a Bolo do anything. It does only what it wants," Lisa replied smugly. That wasn't true. A Bolo followed the orders of its duly authorized commander. Only a person with proper credentials could activate and direct a Bolo in its tactical and strategic mission objectives. Anyone else who tried became dead. Jeri said, "As I recall in the stories Bolos take commands from their commanders. Sometimes it was a military officer. Sometimes they were political officials." "Well, I will be a shell person inside the Bolo so I don't have to take orders if I don't want to," Lisa said. Jeri could tell she wasn't going to get anywhere with Lisa like this. She decided to try a different tactic. "What does your version look like? What does it do?" Jeri asked Lisa. She thought that by pointing out how incomplete her concept and design was Lisa would quit or at least try something different. A four foot wide by three foot high by twelve foot long hologram appeared in front of Jeri. The object displayed seemed vaguely familiar to Jeri. Smooth rounded curves graced the upper hull. The front of the vehicle was nestled between the upper curves that shielded the tracks. The front rose from a drop rounded point across a flat curve to twin mounds near the back two thirds of the vehicle. The same curves that shielded the front of the tracks dropped to protect the rear treads. The twin mounds at the rear sported a small bump that appeared to be a distorted teardrop facing to one side. It was almost as if it was the front torso of a woman laying on her back. Lisa spoke, "The image highlighted off to the right is a normal sized man to give you some perspective." The man was about four or five times smaller than the object was tall. The vehicle completely dwarfed the man-sized image. In fact Jeri thought it looked about like a Barbie doll in comparison to a king sized waterbed. Lisa proceeded to give Jeri a very detailed description of the features and functions of the Bolo she had designed. By means of the hologram she was able to show her the interior functions including some at full size scale. When the tour was completed an hour and a half later Jeri was not sure whether to be amazed, bewildered or very, very frightened. Lisa showed her the twin fusion generators and backup battery banks and solar panels as well as direct feed connects. She showed Jeri the sensor arrays and translated their input into analogs that she could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel. She showed her the ion and magnetic linear accelerator infinite repeaters that could function as both anti- personnel and light armor weapons as well as the twin seventy-five centimeter hellbores which were the two distorted teardrops mounted on the mounds. Lisa showed her the ammunition hoppers and the onboard munitions manufacturing systems. She showed Jeri the aerial surveillance drones and their launching system. She also demonstrated the self-repair facilities and other onboard control systems. Finally Lisa showed Jeri the onboard personnel facilities. This pretty much consisted of a crash chair, refrigerator, microwave, and toilet facilities. If Lisa was right and Jeri was very certain she was. She had created the world's most heavily armed fighting vehicle. Lisa had designed the vehicle's systems for direct connection to her shell's neural interface. Jeri did not think there was an army that could stop her. And any army that tried would have to use nukes. Jeri was so overwhelmed by what she saw that she had not been able to think of a single objection to Lisa's designs. Her plans had been so detailed as to show every fiber optic relay, connector and cable tie as well as its position. She had also shown each nut, bolt, screw and weld necessary to hold the mega sized tank together. Jeri, tried one more approach, "Lisa, some of the technology you've described doesn't exist yet. Fusion generators, hellbores, flint steel or duralloy are just so much technobabble. They have no real meaning." "Well, Jeri that would've been true a few weeks ago. But I've been doing a lot of research, I mean a lot of research throughout the 'net and into many government systems," Lisa said. Her female avatar in the diaphanous dress appeared for the first time in this discussion. Jeri liked having a face to talk to this time. Suddenly the avatar didn't seem like such a bad thing to talk to. Lisa continued, "We, I mean all of humanity, have been on the edge of being able to provide fusion energy and all of its related wonders to the world for a long time. I was able to find the missing pieces of the puzzle and put them together. I have fusion energy." "No way," Jeri replied, "that's whacked. No twelve year old girl could develop something that the rest of the world's governments couldn't." "Who says they hadn't?" Lisa replied, "Have you ever stopped to consider how much of the world's economy is based upon oil? Have you thought how the balance of power would shift if oil was not the basis of today's economy? What do you think a nuclear power that was still dependent on oil might do if another third world country suddenly had free energy? What about the economic chaos and disruption that would occur?" The questions phrased the way Lisa had suddenly appeared very evil and scary to Jeri. A shiver ran down her back as she thought about what Lisa had said. "Let's go down stairs and take a look at the factory shall we?" Lisa's avatar stood up and reached a hand out to her beckoning Jeri to follow her down into the factory.