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You are What You Watch
Jim told himself it was pretty harmless. 39 years old and single, he'd
browse the internet each night looking for, well porn. What he liked
really varied - sometimes just women in lingerie, sometimes hard core
sex. It wasn't an all consuming thing, he told himself. But he was lying
to himself. He had never tried to stop the browsing, and deep down knew
he couldn't if he tried.
One night, while in the midst of his late night browse, he was
particularly fascinated with a site featuring young girls. They were of
age --- probably. But then again... He knew that these sites stretched
the truth sometimes. Anyway, it seemed to be irresistible to him. Yeah,
he knew he was way way too old for these females, but the thought of them
just wouldn't go away. He thought about their bodies, their little
skirts, their panties... and, frankly, having sex with them.
And that, Jim knew, was the problem. He spent all his energy fixated on
these cyber images, and had little left in real life for real girls. He
knew that he'd never actually do anything about this obsession. Even if
he wanted too, what teen girl would be attracted to an old guy like him.
But at the same time, compared to these online teen sirens, no real girl
could possibly compete. He just wished somehow they were so fascinating,
and tempting.
Just then, he noticed a little window in the corner of the screen. It
said, "Lose your porn addiction in 30 minutes."
'Ha, yeah right,' he thought, pretty damn unlikely. 'Who actually bought
this crap,' he thought. 'And its probably some religious right zealot
site that will point him to John 3:16 or something.'
'Still,' he thought, 'it would be nice.' He really wanted to get over
this, and get on with real life. And besides, he was curious about what
these people had to offer. It would at least be worth a laugh or two.
So, he clicked. At first nothing happened. 'Dead link as usual,' he
thought. Then up came a screen full of beautiful, clearly teenage girls.
Some were wearing lingerie, some naked, some in miniskirts, just about
everything. "Click on your favorite babydoll," the screen said.
"Clever," he thought. An anti-porn come-on for a porn site. He couldn't
help but smile. Then, looking at the girls, he smiled some more. Down in
one corner was a girl that was, well, perfect. She looked about 16, with
classic pouty lips, and the biggest eyes imaginable. Long brown hair
tumbled from he head, uncontrolled. She was dressed not like a cyber porn
queen, but like a typical teen - cropped baby-tee, short jean skirt,
sandals. And he nails and toes were painted the palest pink. She was
completely sweet - not sexy in a porn way, but somehow sexier than any
girl ought to be. Jim couldn't help but want her. His member was at high
attention. This was a thing of interest.
"Click to see Leslie," said the hyperlink. So he did. And wow, was that
ever the right click. There was a full layout of pics of this sweet kid.
No nudes, but everything but. Leslie in jeans. Leslie in a tiered party
dress. Leslie in a bikini. Leslie dressed for school. Leslie dressed for
play, Leslie dressed for bed.
This is what Jim lived for. He hand slowly reached down to his crotch,
and he started playing with his already erect member. Every glance at a
pic of Leslie made it twitch just a little more.
"Click to hear Leslie," said the next hyperlink. And Jim did - like he
had a choice! And out of his pc came the sweetest sounds he'd ever
heard. Leslie's voice was singsong, a happy girl being happy. Not sultry
but incredibly sexy. The voice of an innocent, a but then again not
innocent. He knew this was the kind of girl who always knew what to get
from Daddy, and would always get want she wanted from men too.
"Click to be Leslie," said the third and final link. A little ambiguous,
but then again Jim didn't really care by this point. Maybe it meant be
with Leslie? Buy Leslie? Who knew, but Jim wanted to find out.
Up popped a credit card form. $500 was the price to be Leslie. How stupid
could he be? This particular babydoll wasn't being given away for free.
Jim started to close out, but then stopped. He looked into Leslie's
incredible big and round eyes, and just couldn't say goodbye. He wanted
to pay, and get more of her. In went his credit card number, and click.
"Purchase complete," said the screen. Jim then realized he had no idea
what he'd bought.
"Thinking with my dick, again, not my wallet," he said aloud.
The next page asked for some vital statistics on Jim. Height: 6'0".
Weight: 200. Hair: black. Education: law grad. Hobbies: basketball, golf,
softball. And on it went, about 35 totally useless questions, but he
answered them all. He clicked.
But then, 'Shit,' thought Jim. The screen started displaying someone
else's answers: "Height: 5'4". Weight: 115. Education: HS sophomore.
Hobbies: shopping, and boys."
"What in the fuck is THAT about," he thought. But before he could stop
it, the screen changed, and up came a message, "Application accepted."
'Application for what?' he thought. But nothing happened. And worse, he
couldn't get back to the Leslie pages. "Oh, just fucking great," he said.
The memory of Leslie, though was still incredibly hot, so Jim thought
he'd just, umm, finish off the job she started. But maybe the strange
site had gotten to him, because his efforts were fruitless. While before
he thought he'd explode any second, now he was lifeless. 'Too much on my
mind, probably,' he thought.
He went to bed, but sleep was restless. He dreamed of Leslie. He dreamed
of having her. Possessing her. But also of her life, Her school. Her
friends in school. She probably had a best friend, no doubt another cute
girl. And of course a boyfriend. A guy probably on the football team or
something. A cute guy, a guy any girl would want. 'Woa,' Jim thought.
waking up with a start. Back to sleep, he dreamed of Leslie's clothes.
Her jean skirt. Her cute teddybear panties. Her bra. Her top - a perfect
fit that showed off her figure without making her look too busty.
Probably hard to find, especially in her size. And the shoes! OMG, the
sandals were perfect! WHERE did she get them? Jim hoped they weren't too
expensive.
The alarm clock went off. 'Just a little bit weird,' he thought to
himself. "No matter, I'm late for work," he realized. First stop, the
bathroom. He sat down quickly, realizing that he only had to pee. 'Man,
I'm outta it today,' he thought. He then showered, and stepping out, saw
himself in the mirror. 'Man, my butt is HUGE,' he thought. "Gotta work on
that," he resolved. But no time for that, hafta shave. He quickly
finished his face, which had hardly any stubble today, and suddenly
realized his legs looked awful. He'd always had a fair amount of hair on
them, which he now felt was completely unsexy. 'Can't go in like this,'
he thought. It took maybe half and hour, but soon his legs were hairless
and smooth.
The rest of his routine was without incident. He picked out his favorite
suit and spent too much time with his hair, but soon was out the door.
One of Jim's morning pleasures was spying the office girls on his way to
work. This was New York, and the girls dressed well he always figured, so
what's wrong with appreciating that? Today, however, his senses were in
overdrive. He noticed every little thing about the women. Some had skirts
on that were way, way out of style. Others had shoes meant for fall, when
this was spring.
'Come on guys!' he thought, 'get a calendar!'
Then he saw on blonde coming his way dressed, well, dressed for fun:
spandex micromini, strappy sandals, lowcut blouse.
'Jesus,' he thought, 'what a slut.'
'How hard could it be,' he thought, 'to show a little bit more class?
Besides, that woman was WAY too old to dress like that.'
"Morning, Amy," Jim said to his secretary when he strutted into the
office. "OMG, what a cute top you have on! Where did you get it?"
Amy, was a bit startled but pleased. "Wow, Jim, you never notice that
stuff."
'Strange, but true enough,' he thought. But it WAS cute.
"Where'd you get it?" he asked.
"Umm, Ann Taylor," she said, a little confused.
Jim felt silly for asking. Besides, Ann Taylor was a little expensive for
his taste.
Around noon, a couple of the guys stopped in Jim's office. "Hey, how
about some b-ball at lunch?" they asked.
"Nah, not today fellas. Gotta go shopping."
They looked to see if he was serious, and he was.
"What for?" one asked. "Maybe you can stop on the way."
"I just don't know," Jim answered. "I just want to browse around. The new
spring stuff is out, and I thought I'd look."
The guys laughed nervously, and left.
There was a mall nearby, and Jim decided to walk there. There was a
spring in his step today - and Jim felt that he'd lost a few pounds.
"Maybe skipping lunch will help me lose even more," he mused.
The thought pleased him. He didn't notice it, but his hips had gained a
slight sway as well.
At the mall, he virtually ignored the suit sale at Jos. A. Banks, though,
instead browsing Abercrombie and Fitch, American Eagle and Forever 21.
Not much there he could wear to work, he thought, but the stuff was so
much more fun!
"Looking for something in particular?" asked the salesgirls at the Gap.
"Well, umm, no, not really," Jim stammered.
"What is her size?" the girl asked.
"I don't really know," he said. "I weight has been changing a lot
lately."
He then picked up the cutest white gauze skirt and posed with it in front
of him. The sales girl said, "Ok, you let me know, ok." Funny, she hadn't
figured him for one of those types, he looked like a regular guy and all.
But whatever, she figured.
'The little bitch,' Jim thought, as she walked away. "Just cuz they work
full-time," he said to himself, "they think they are better than you." It
didn't make sense, but Jim didn't notice. He left without buying
anything.
Finally Jim pulled himself back to work. Sitting down, he quickly was
completely and utterly bored. The legal papers on his desk made no sense,
like a mid-term he hadn't studied for.
'This is SOO stupid,' he thought. He just hated paperwork. "Like, who
cares about this stuff!" he whined to himself. In boredom, he looked at
his fingers. "OMG, look at this!" His nails were cracked and chewed down.
"This just WON'T do," he said aloud. He then picked up an emory board and
started trimming his nails. "I can't believe I've let these go so."
He had to leave. He walked over to Amy on his way out and said, "Shh, I'm
skipping. Tell people I'm at the library, ok?"
Amy nodded. 'A little strange,' she thought, 'but whatever.'
"Wanna come with?" he said softly.
"Uh, no, I can't," she replied.
"Well, ok, maybe next time," he bubbled, as he swayed out of the
building.
It was early, so Jim went to the funnest place he could think of -
another mall. This time he did more than look. He bought. A denim skirt.
A baby tee. Cute sandals. A 3-pack of bikinis. A bra. Two actually.
Belts, anklets, bracelets. And, not even thinking about it, a wig. A
brown one with long, uncontrollable tesses. By the time he left, he was
burdened under by bags, two or three on each arm. Strange, though, that
used to be manageable for him. But today, it seemed impossible. He looked
around, thinking maybe a guy would step up and help him at least to his
car. "Like, how hard would that be?" he reasoned.
Arriving home, Jim couldn't wait to shed his stupid, icky suit. He
couldn't imagine what he was thinking when he put that on. He threw
himself into a luxurious bubble bath, with perfumed bath oils. Slowly,
and delicately, he shaved, taking off every bit of hair on his body
except for his head. The got out, and patted himself off gently.
Looking in the mirror, he was pleased. His waist actually had a little
shape to it, and he imagined he could see budding breasts. 'That'd make
him popular at school, umm work,' he thought...
He then started getting dressed, bikini and bra on first, then squiggling
into the mini, then the top and finally shoes. He dabbed a little makeup
on. Not much, but his face had cleared up so much not much was needed. He
then put on the wig. And turned to the mirror. There he saw...
LESLIE.
No doubt about it, it was her. Down to the big eyes and pouty lips. An
illusion he thought, but he didn't question why or how. And his mind was
a little fuzzy on why he looked like another girl... After all, he wasn't
Leslie. He was, he was. "Jim" came to mind. But no, that would be silly.
"I'm...I'm..." he stopped, and then of course remembered: "Leslie".
Time for cyberbrowsing, though, he/she thought, and she settled down in
Jim's usual spot. Up came the sites - tangotime and its nudes,
ratemybody's amateurs, even some hot video sites. But, at first,
Jim/Leslie had no reaction. None of the familiar tingling or stiffening.
Nothing. Looking at the girls, he was first, jeolous. 'HOW do they keep
their bods like that!' he/she thought.
Then, came disgust. Total disgust. "Who are these trampy girls?" he/she
fumed. "Save a little mystery, jeez!" These girls were like total sluts,
and she hated them. And the creepy guys who watched them.
She tried to imagine the guys who surfed this places. "Prolly pretty
old", she thought, "30 or more maybe".
"Eww," she said, brushing the hair out from in front of her eyes. She
honestly couldn't understand why guys did that. She liked boys, sure,
well A LOT she admitted. But porn?
'No way,' she thought. Looking at the pics, all she saw was a bunch of
girls in their underwear. 'Big deal,' she thought, 'I see that in the
locker room every day.'
"Guys are SO stupid," she concluded.
On the corner of the screen was a banner ad. "Lose your porn addiction in
30 minutes."
'There's something these guys need,' she thought. 'I wonder how many
actually waste their money on that stuff?' she thought. But she didn't
have time to worry about the sorry old farts with porn addictions. She
had school tomorrow.
Maddy
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