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Neo dropped low and spun, his leg whipping around in a vicious ground
kick that chopped the legs out from under the agent, and then he spun
around to wrap his bare legs around a cold brass pole and toss his
head, sending masses of golden locks swirling in the air.
'What.' Neo paused.
The agent was back on his feet, coming at Neo with a .45, piercing the
air with bullets. Neo ducked from side to side, letting the bullets
whiz by him harmlessly and then, squaring his shoulders he began to dip
them from side to side in counter-point to the swaying of his hips, his
full, bronze breasts swaying as the men in the audience whistled and
shouted. Neo lipped his candied lips, the sight of his pink tongue and
white teeth sending the audience into a frenzy as he leaned down toward
the audience and felt their hands grabbing at the garter belt on his
thigh, shoving money beneath the elastic.
'Hunh.'
The agent's foot landed square in Neo's chest, sending him crashing
backwards into a brick wall. Neo, bewildered both from the attack and
his strange 'were they visions' shook his head and got uncertainly to
his feet strutting smartly off stage in his heels, shaking his rear and
looking back over his shoulder to blow the boys a kiss.
He just managed to dodge an agent's fist before delivering a crushing
elbow to the side of the man's head, shattering his glasses and
eliciting a piercing electronic squawk from his ear piece. Eager to
finish his mission and get back to the Nebuchanezer, he ripped a
lamppost from its foundation and raised it above his head, ready to
crush the agent and finish him once and for all'
***
'He's disappeared again,' Morpheus said, arms crossed behind his back.
'What's happening?' Trinity studied the lines of emerald figures
flowing down the monitors, the numbers explaining that Neo was gone,
but not where, why or how.
'Some kind of backdoor,' Link said, shaking his head. 'But not like
anything I've seen before. It's like he escaped the Matrix.'
'He did not escape The Matrix,' Morpheus offered. 'He has been taken
prisoner by it.' He turned to Trinity. 'And you're about to tell me
that you're going in after him.'
***
The steel pole Neo had held above his head, ready to smash the agent in
a final act of savage might, had turned into a brush that he'd drawn
halfway through his thick blonde hair before stopping and staring at
his painted face, mouth hanging open in shock and surprise. It was, of
course, a woman's face, with moist, fleshy lips painted with a slick,
glossy red lipstick, and big, dark brown doe eyes. Smoky eye shadow
accentuated how big and wide they were, and his thick black lashes were
damp with mascara. Thin, feminine eyebrows plucked into a look of
perpetual cute, only the most subtle hint of a nose. Big, glittery
earrings dangled from his ears.
It was a face that could not be his face, and yet he knew it was, and
he found that beautiful woman's face far more disturbing to his
identity than the slender, rounded shoulders, the long red nails on his
tiny hands, or the full breasts that were suspended in their gravity
defying feminine glory from his chest.
He was sitting, legs crossed, at a dressing table covered with jars and
bottles and a sticks of make-up, spritzers and hairsprays, bottles of
perfume and pastel hued boxes of tissue. This didn't seem like the
visions, the flashes, from before. It felt like it was going to last.
'Great set,' a girlish voice called from behind him.
Neo turned and saw a tall, leggy brunette coming into the dressing
room. She was wearing an elaborate black and scarlet corset, the look
on her face suggesting she was expecting some kind of response.
'Thanks,' Neo managed, cringing at how soft and girlish his own voice
sounded.
'I know this is the end of your shift, but it likes we are going to be
pretty busy and if you want to stay around and work the floor some you
can.'
Neo shook his head. 'No, that's fine. I have to go and do 'something'
'Kay. How did you do tonight?'
Neo followed her eyes to the stack of bills on the dressing table. 'I
don't know. I haven't counted it yet.'
'I'm sure you did great. You were fantastic tonight. Gosh, you're such
a good dancer. Well, I'd better get back to the floor. Have to get my
tuition money together by the end of the week.'
Just as the young woman was leaving, Neo glanced up to see a line of
lockers along the wall. 'Wait. I know this sounds 'I am so ditzy' but I
can't remember which locker is mine.'
The women laughed. 'God you're such an airhead. It's the one in the
middle and has been for only like, what, a year.'
Neo surprised himself by giggling.
When the woman left, Neo got up and, burying his hands in his thick
blonde hair and pulling it back from his face, he walked over to the
locker. His body was cooling down from the dancing, and he was feeling
cold, his nipples turning hard and in the cool air.
'Get dressed,' he thought. 'And then what.' What had happened? Why had
he been put into this woman's body.
On the inside of the locker door there was a promotional poster printed
on hot pink paper: 'Don't Miss The One,' it said in large, block
letters, 'with the world's greatest ass.' There was a picture of him or
Nea, with her back to the viewer, and Neo nodded with appreciation. If
the picture was real, she did have what might be one of the world's
great assess. He tried to take a look at in the mirror. It was hard to
tell from where he was standing, but remembering the howls of
appreciation he'd received when he strutted off the stage. The memory
made him cringe.
In the locker itself he found gym bag with a white Addidas sweat suit,
women's Hanes cotton underwear, T-shirt and panties, no bra and a pair
of thick soled, pink and white sneakers. There was also a pair of black
sunglasses.
'Could be a lot worse,' he thought with some relief, 'considering 'my'
profession.'
He dressed, finding the sweat suit snug but not overly uncomfortable.
Looking in the mirror, he wasn't thrilled at how it hugged his wide,
round hips of his full tits, but it would do. He was still in The
Matrix, and he reminded himself that none of this was real, he wasn't a
woman, those weren't his breasts. A part of him wanted to take the time
to wipe off the make-up, but he wasn't really sure how to do and anyway
he just wanted to get away. There was a wallet in the bag under his box
of tampons, and he took a look at his driver's license: Nea Anderson,
age 21. In the picture she had black hair. Neo glanced in the mirror.
'I'm a bleach blonde.' There was an address on the driver's license,
and it was an address right in the city, one that Neo knew.
'Go home,' Neo wondered. 'If not home, where?'
He decided, instead, to go back to his old apartment, to see if in this
scenario he'd found himself it was still there, if maybe he could use
his old gear. This was some kind of test or some kind of glitch in the
code, and he only had to focus on getting out of it and yet everything
seemed so, intentional.
There was an exit directly from the dressing room. Neo pushed open the
door and saw that it led to a dim, poorly lighted alley. Clutching his
gym bag to his chest, he crept out into the alley, wondering which way
to go, realizing that he had no idea where he would find his car and
hesitating, wondering if he should go back inside and ask someone.
Just as he heard the door click shut, he heard a pair of footsteps
coming down the alley toward him. He couldn't see whoever it was that
was walking toward him, but when he heard whoever it was start to
whistle. He recognized the song: 'I'll get you' by The Beatles. Neo
felt a stab of female panic and grabbed the handled to the dressing
room door only to find it had locked shut behind him. He banged weakly
on the door with the palm of his hand, glancing back at the direction
from where the whistling was coming.
'Okay, Kerry,' he improvised, wanting whoever it was to think that
someone was coming to help him. 'I can wait a minute.'
The figure behind the footsteps was starting to take shape, and Neo
could feel his heart racing as he pounded on the door more urgently,
already abandoning his ruse in his panic, glancing back toward the
other end of the alley, trying to decide it he should run down that way
or keep pounding on the door, and he could feel his eyes start to sting
and grow blurry as the tears began to form and just as he was about to
turn and run or collapse to the ground screaming he realized that the
approaching shape was the hourglass shape of a woman.
Neo put a hand to his chest, the fingertips of the other to his cheek.
'Oh,' he said softly. 'Hello.'
As the woman drew closer, Neo found himself checking out her clothes:
she was wearing a black, knee length skirt, a white business blouse
with a peter pan color, a male-style black tie and a pair of black
sunglasses. Her shoes were black, patent leather pumps that matched the
small purse she had slung over her shoulder.
'Hello, Miss Anderson,' the woman growled through clenched teeth.
'Surprised to see me?'
Neo clutched his gym bag even more tightly to his breasts. 'Smith.'
'At least in a manner of speaking, at least to the same extent that you
are still Anderson, which you will find is to a very limited extent, at
least in that limited way I am Smith, yes.'
Stopping a few feet from Neo, Agent Smith hooked his shoulder length
black hair behind his ear, put his other hand on his hip and smiled.
His make-up was all darker shades, business-like colors that gave him a
somewhat harsh appearance, but he had little diamond studs in his ears
that glittered girlishly, softening the overall look.
Agent Smith looked Neo up and down, taking in the bombshell body, the
perfectly feminine face. Neo looked at the agent, who was smaller and
more athletic looking, with more slender hips and smaller, pert breasts
in a lacy white bra Neo could see through the agent's thin blouse.
'You're more beautiful than me,' the agent said with a nod. 'But my
body is useful for more than just fucking.'
Neo slit his eyes at the woman. 'Maybe we should just cut through the
talk and get right to the part where I beat you to pieces.' But the
words, delivered in that squeaky little girl's voice, had no weight, no
danger.
Agent Smith looked at his nails. Neo noticed he was wearing a pretty
gold bracelet. 'Go ahead and attack me. You will learn something very
interesting about this place we find ourselves in and how it has
changed the nature of our, should I call it a rivalry.'
Neo set his gym bag gently on the ground, eyeing Smith warily, and
prepared to attack. What should I do, he wondered? Grab her hair? Slap
her in the face? Maybe I could rip her blouse, or scratch her cheek
with my nails?
He caught himself, stopped, and started searching for attacks and
counter attacks, for feints and parries' nothing. When he thought about
attacking, all he could think of was to kind of shy away from Smith and
slap at her.
Agent Smith was smiling. 'We seem to be limited to a new kind of game
here, Miss Smith. No more physical combat, not unless you consider a
catfight as physical combat, and I'm not even up for that because I've
been filled with a terrible fear of doing anything that might damage my
pretty face. I suspect you'll find the same.'
'What is this all about?' Neo asked, appalled. He'd lost his skills,
his body, how could this be happening. He felt suddenly sick with his
weakness and vulnerability. 'Who did this? Why?'
'I don't know, Miss Anderson. I only know that I have been offered a
chance to best you in a new game, a game where the rules and the
objectives are entirely different, a game that I intend to win.'
'And what's that game'
Smith turned and started to walk away. 'Go home, Miss Anderson,' he
said, 'go home and you will learn what it required of us. Your new
home, that is, not the old one. I'm sure I will see you around. I live
in the same building.'
Neo tugged at one of his big, dangly earrings as he watched Agent Smith
walk away. None of this made any sense. Just before Agent Smith
disappeared, Neo heard him call out.
'I'm going to take your man away from you, Miss Anderson. I am going to
take him away and then you are going to spend the rest of your life in
The Matrix as a stripper famous for her fantastic ass.'
Neo felt confused and afraid. He didn't even want to think of what
Smith was hinting at, at what it might mean. All he really wanted was a
good hour in a nice, warm, bubble bath.
Or maybe he should run back into the club and tell all the other girls.
Neo put his hands to his temples. Run and tell the other girls? Bubble
baths? You're a man, he reminded himself. Start acting like one. Like
The One. Stop being so afraid. Pick up your bag, find your car, and get
yourself home.
Neo picked up his bag and hurried toward the end of the alley, one hand
held out to the side, swaying nervously as he trotted toward the
street.
'There's nothing to be afraid of,' he repeated to himself, 'no one is
going to hurt you. None of this is real.'
Neo found his car by walking around, clicking his key chain. It was a
red and white Mini. Slipping in, tossing his bag on the passenger seat,
he felt a sense of relief as he locked the doors and slumped behind his
steering wheel, taking a deep breath and letting some of the anxiety
flow out of him. The whole sequence flowed back to him from his near
panic attack at the sound of approaching footsteps to his 'where had
all of his skills gone?' He tried again, sitting in the car, to
remember how to strike, throw, kick, but nothing came, only memories as
if he were watching someone else make the moves, moves he could no
longer remember how to make.
Smith had told him to go home, that he would find out the nature of
their rivalry there. What were his other options' Hole up and wait to
see how long it would be before Morpheus and the others found him and
pulled him out of this scenario' He was embarrassed at the thought. He
thought of how helpless he'd felt in the alley, how small and helpless
he was in this body, in this version of The Matrix.
'Trinity must never see me this way,' he decided, glancing in the
mirror at the doe-eyed girl with the thick blonde curls he'd become.
'No one should ever see me this way.'
The parking garage beneath Neo's building, his new building, Nea's
building, was featured a security guard at the front, was well-lighted
and had cameras everywhere. He breathed a sigh of relief, slipped out
of his car and made his way to the elevator, the thoughts once again of
a nice hot bath filling him with pleasure and shame. He tried to force
the idea from his mind, to fantasize about a nice hot shower instead,
but it just wouldn't do.
He fumbled for his keys, finally found the right one and walked into
the apartment, immediately crinkling his nose at the harsh smell of
cigar smoke. The apartment was dark, but he could hear the sound of a
basketball game on in the next room, and he walked tentatively in,
dreading what he surmised he was about to find.
There was a man in the room, slouched on the couch in a pair of boxers,
the clicker held loosely in one hand and four empty bottles of Sierra
Pale Ale on the table. He glanced up at Neo.
'Hey, babe, how about getting me a beer?'
'Babe If this is the guy Agent Smith said he was going to take away
from me,' Neo thought, 'he can have him. Still...'
'Ummm, okay,' Neo said, a little glad to be ignored by this strange
man.
Putting his bag down he walked through the small living room to the
even smaller, galley-style kitchen. Not a bad apartment for NYC, Neo
was thinking, checking it all out, but a not bad apartment in NYC was
still mighty small.
'I'll get him his beer and go see if I can find some clue around here
as to what is going on,' Neo thought. 'Maybe there was a computer in
the bedroom.
Opening the fridge, Neo bent over to reach a beer from the bottom
shelf, brushing his hair back with his free hand. He sense the man's
presence in the small kitchen, could feel his eyes on his behind as he
bent over, and before the guy got any ideas he quickly straightened and
turned around, beer in hand, his face turning red with anger he quickly
supressed.
'Do you want me to open it for you.' He managed, barely, with a smile.
The man stepped forward, took the beer, put it on the counter and
wrapped his arms around Neo in one smooth move. Even in his thick-soled
sneakers, the top of Neo's head only came to the man's chin, and he
tried weakly to squiggle free of the man's embrace, but the man only
held him tighter, his thick hands at the small of Neo's back, fingers
pressing his spine, Neo's breasts pressed firmly against the man's rib
cage.
'I missed you baby. How about a kiss?'
Neo turned his face away, still struggling to free himself from the
man's hold. 'No, not right now. I haven't showered.'
One arm firmly around Neo's waist, the man reached up with the other
and took Neo's chin in his palm, tilting his smooth face up and holding
Neo's gaze.
'What is it babe? I haven't seen you all day, I want a little kiss and
you're struggling to get away from me here like I have the plague.'
Neo stopped struggling. 'Oh, it's just, well, I think I'm getting a
cold and, you know, I don't want you to get it, too, so I was...'
The last words were smothered by the man's mouth. Shocked, Neo squealed
prettily and put his palms against the man's hard chest, pushing away
as hard as he could but it was like trying to flip over a tank, and Neo
finally just let him finish the kiss, barely restraining himself from
wiping his mouth with the back of his arm when the man let him free.
Without a word, the man grabbed his beer and stalked toward the living
room. Just as Neo was about to sigh with relief the man turned around,
punching one of the cabinets with his fist. Neo couldn't help but
flinch.
'All you do is bitch because I'm not affectionate enough, then you turn
around when I try and show some and you fucking can't wait to get away
from me. I'm sick of these fucking mind games.'
I would kick the shit out of him, Neo thought, if I were still a man.
But instead he found himself hurrying to the bedroom, fighting back his
tears. He closed the door to the bedroom quietly, found a box of
tissues, and curled up on the bed, crying himself out, shocked and
embarrassed at the tears, which made him want to cry even more and yet
he was starting to see the pattern. He was, he realized, a sensitive
girl.
Another weakness.
When the tears finally stopped, he went into the bathroom and did his
best to clean up his face, wiping away the running mascara and the
blush that had been ruined as a result. He searched his mind and found
no special knowledge of make-up. Were the limits of the girl-skills
they'd given him the cat-fighting methods, which were as much a lack of
skill as anything else.
Another thought hit him, and he tried to recall dances he knew or that
Nea should know. Nothing. Well, he decided, that wasn't really a
problem. He would not be going back to work as The One with the world's
greatest ass anyway.
There was, as he had hoped, a computer. A cute, pale blue Macintosh-
and fighting his continuing longing for a nice, hot bath, he sat down
and booted up. Instead of the familiar Macintosh desktop, he was not
surprised when the screen filled with lines of pale green binary code,
and then am icon appeared labeled, Girlfight.
Neo punched the Enter key with a lacquered nail and, his pinky to his
lower lip, read the file that opened for him.
A short time later, Maximus, Neo had learned that was the man's name,
knocked gently on the door and peaked into the room. Neo had finished
reading the file half an hour before and had just been sitting at the
computer, processing and coming to terms with what it had said, so he
quickly closed it down just before Maximus came around and looked at
the monitor.
'Instant messaging your girlfriends?' Maximus asked with a chuckle.
Neo took a breath, turned and smiled as prettily as he could. 'Yeah.
You know how girls are when we're upset.' He tried to look as
vulnerable and cute as he could.
'I'm sorry I upset you, sweetheart. You know you're my girl, and I love
you.'
Neo wanted to gag, but instead he stood up and gave Maximus a hug,
putting his head against the big man's chest and sighing with
resignation, barely restraining a shudder of revulsion.
Maximus took the sigh as one of satisfaction. 'You love your Maximan,
don't you girl.'
'I can't tell you how much,' Neo answered, relieved when the 'Maximan'
released him from the hug without demanding another kiss.
'So, how'd you do tonight? I think we're only a week away from my new
Harley.'
'What?'
'Let's have the tip money, babe. I can't tell you how awesome it's
going to me when we finally have enough for me to get that bike. You
know what we need new leather jackets. You can pick them out.'
Neo went and got the wad of bills from his bag, handing them over to
Max, the latest little wrinkle in the humiliating scenario coming clear
to him. He would have to keep dancing, or find some other way to make
gobs of cash, if he wanted to win the game.
Max counted the money and then beamed at Neo. 'Over a grand today, you
fine thing.'
He stood up and grabbed Neo again, picking him up and swirling him
around in a circle before effortlessly tossing Neo onto the bed.
'I can't believe those losers are paying this kind of money to get a
look at that fine ass, and I get to see for free every night.'
Wishing that he would not be jerked around like a rag doll every time
Max got excited, Neo forced a feminine giggle. 'It's so exciting,' he
gushed, eying Maximus, and giggling some more.
'Just one more week! That's how close we are, and with you working the
next four days, we will be having fun in the sun before you know what
hit your...' he stopped and thought for a minute 'hot dog bun!'
Neo, eying Max's Adam's apple and imagining himself crushing it,
giggled some more. 'You're so funny.'
The next look Max threw at Neo, though, brought his giggling up short.
Neo had never seen that hard look before, but every female curve of his
new body recognized it and he felt it right down to his womb, it was
the look a man gives a woman when he wants to bang her, and that look
in Max's eyes was so hard and so hot that the look alone made Neo's
nipples grow hard. Neo pulled his legs up to his chest and looked away,
plucking nervously at his hair, remembering his mission but, no, there
was no way, he couldn't go that far.
'What if I cook you dinner first,' He offered in his prettiest voice.
'To celebrate.'
Maximus thought about it for a moment, then smiled. 'That sounds good,
just so long as I get you for desert.'
'Let me just clean up, and we'll get started in a sec,' Neo said.
'I'm gonna watch the rest of the game, doll face. You do what you have
to do.'
'Kay.'
When Maximus pulled the door shut behind him, Neo fell back onto the
bad, pulled a pillow out from behind his head and drawing some strands
of hair that had flopped into his mouth clear, hugged the pillow
helplessly to his tummy. It was all too much. The sex change, the
bizarre scenario, the loss of his fighting skills' he wanted to sleep,
to take a bath' to punch a hole in the wall or, better yet, Maximus'
face.
Maybe a girl, or at least a girl like Nea, would love having a guy
appreciate her for her incredible ass, maybe she would like being his
doll-faced baby, but...
And that wasn't the worst of it, because there was no way, 'NO WAY' he
was going to do THAT with Maximus. There had to be another way to win
the game. It was out of the question. Maybe there wasn't anything to
worry about, he allowed himself to think. He was, after all, way
prettier than Smith. Smith had said so herself. And that meant, but
would a guy like Maximus 'and guy' stay with a frigid girl, no matter
how great her ass'
At the thought of Agent Smith giving it up to Maximus brought a smirk
and a laugh. Neo pictured Smith in a black and white teddy, patent
leather pumps and sunglasses, laying back mechanically, reciting the
words he knew he was supposed to say in the flat, clench-jawed manner
of his.
'Oh.'
Pause.
'God.'
Pause.
'Oh.'
Pause.
'God'
Pause. Crack neck.
'Yes.'
Pause.
'Yes.'
'Give. It. To. Me'
Funny thought, but Agent Smith was only a computer program. It didn't
mean anything to someone who was nothing but lines of code whether he
performed any certain act in The Matrix. The Agents didn't know death
and they didn't know humiliation.
Neo pinched a few strands of his long blonde hair in his fingers and
held it up to the light, admiring the way it shined, almost glowed.
What would it mean to him if he did 'it'. As a girl. The kiss alone had
made him sick. But what worried him was what it would do to him, and
what would other people think of him if they ever found out about the
stripping, the hugs, the kisses?
He didn't want to think about it.
Even in this body, he could find a way to kill Maximus. Agent Smith.
But the message had been very clear on that: it would mean that his
form in The Matrix would forever be locked in as Nea, the pretty exotic
dancer who was prone to cry and frightened of her own shadow.
No, he corrected himself. It would mean, assuming that he could get out
of here, that he would never enter The Matrix again. And would that
really be so bad?
Or, he could do what he had to do, and it would all soon be over. He
would be The One again, just The One, and people would look on him once
again as their savior.
But what would it be like to do it?
Neo reached down and put a palm on his left breast, right over the
nipple. He pressed in, gave it a squeeze, let the nipple roll between
his fingers. He felt a surge of pleasure that seemed to roll right down
his stomach and to the empty space between his legs, making him bring
his knees together and give an involuntary little coo of pleasure.
Neo rolled off the bed and kicked at the desk chair sitting in front of
the computer. 'I am not gay.'
He grabbed a small white desk lamp, picked it up and getting ready to
throw it against the wall when the heard the doorbell ring and stopped,
listening.
In just moments, he heard Maximus talking to someone with a familiar
female voice: Agent Smith. Just as he was trying to decide what to do,
Maximus bellowed, 'Nea! Come out here for a minute!'
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