A New Lease on LifeChapter 15 Malfunctions
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The German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer wrote that, "We generally find
pleasure to be not nearly so pleasant as we expected, and pain very much
more painful."
When I built my machine I was so satisfied with myself. It was my finest
work to date, and it would revolutionize the transmission of government
and corporate trade secrets. I had the joy of success in hand awaiting
its verification, but it turned sour so quickly that I'm forced to tell
my story on this paper to remind myself of life's cruel lessons, and not
on some talk show.
My assistant and I had been working on a machine that would transmit a
person's thoughts into another person's brain. I dreamt up the idea when
I realized how easy it was to intercept transmissions. Now they wouldn't
have the ability to listen in without an exact copy of this machine. With
the machine finished, all I need was a test subject. I figured that it
was only reasonable that my assistant Linda and I should be the ones to
do it.
The day we decided to test it was a beautiful summer's day, and I was
teeming with anticipation of the tests results.
"Linda please come here, so that I can get your headset on," I said to
her.
She agreed and I pulled the headset on to her head. I went over and
placed my headset on and called over to her, "This is it! I'm going to
flip the switch. Don't think of anything dirty." My statement elicited a
forced laugh, and I threw the switch.
Suddenly I could hear her mind and she called out to me mentally and I
answered back.
"Holy shit it works," I shouted mentally.
"Good going Mr. Parker."
"This is great I can hear you so well Linda. The sound seems louder than
I thought it would."
"Do you think there is too much power in it Mr. Parker?"
"I don't think so....What the hell is that?"
"I don't know," she said as the sound grew louder.
"Abort, Abort," I screamed to Linda as I reached up and threw my headset
off my face as I smelt the smoke emanating from the machine.
As I looked around I noticed that something was wrong. I was in the wrong
seat. I nervously cast my head down, and there was my conformation.
"Linda!" I screamed in her girly voice that caused my own to respond
nervously, "Yes Mr. Parker."
"Oh my Mr. Parker what happened?"
"I don't know. Maybe it overpowered itself. This was not part of the
plan."
"What do we do now?"
"We fix the machine!"
"What if we can't?"
"Oh we will."
I grabbed the screw driver with my manicured nails and began to take off
the cover off the smoking components. I tried to lift it off, but I
couldn't! I just pressed in place to keep it from failing.
Linda noticed my struggles and grabbed it off the machine with little
trouble. I looked at the innards of the machine.
"It looks like it was just one the wires that was fried. I can fix this
Linda."
"Mr. Parker, you should probably call me Mr. Parker if you don't want
anyone to find out about this."
"You are right Lin...Mr. Parker."
As I fumbled with and replaced the burnt out wires, Linda kept pacing
behind me, except when I asked her for something. With a few minutes
before closing time remaining, I got the wires in place and the machine
was ready to go.
"Mr. Parker would you please get your headset on," I called out to Linda.
"Sure," she replied.
With our headsets on I flipped the switch, but nothing happened. The
machine kicked on, but something was missing in the connection.
"Linda do you hear anything?" She called out to me
"No!" Was all I could reply in vain. It wasn't the wires that were
faulty, it was something else, and I didn't have the time to fix it that
night.
"Listen Lin...er. Mr. Parker, were going to have to stay like this for a
night. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Absolutely. You don't have a wife do you?"
"No, and do you have someone living with you?"
"No I don't."
"Good."
She asked me, "I had a bag of clothes in my car that need to be washed
Linda. Do you have a washing machine at your place?"
"Yes I do."
"Then go grab it out of my car and meet me at yours. Okay?" Linda asked
me.
"All right, but wait Linda you're staying at my house tonight?" I
enquired
"Of course Linda, but you can stay the night or would you rather stay at
my place and not raise any suspicions?"
"I can live with the suspicions," I answered.
I went to her car and grabbed her garment bag, and took it to my car. I
wanted to drive it, but she was right to insist upon driving it. We got
to my place and I just couldn't wait to kick of my heels. Towards the end
of the day they really started to hurt my feet. I put in her wash when we
came in. I thought she should do it, but she made a crack about my
complaining like a little girl, so I did it slightly out of
embarrassment.
The night continued awkwardly. I placed the clothes in the dryer while
she watched TV, and ate a sandwich for dinner. All I ever bought was
cereal, bread, and cold cuts, so she had little choice about dinner. I
made myself a sandwich and joined her in the living room, and sat on the
other side of the couch. The night passed by swiftly and quietly, until
Linda yawned and asked me, "Which room is yours?"
"It's that one right there by the bathroom."
"Okay, I see you tomorrow."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to sleep in your bed."
"Why?"
"Because I'm the boss, and you don't want to be kicked out tonight do
you. Besides your body is used to your bed, and mine's not."
"All right, good night," I relented to her reasoning.
I grabbed Linda's things from the dryer and headed for the guest room. I
had never slept in there before, and hoped to never sleep there again. I
couldn't help but think that I was a guest in my own home. Everything was
slightly larger and heavier. I started to cry before I mercifully fell
asleep.
We ate our cereal breakfasts the next morning. She didn't really wear
makeup, so that was a burden off my shoulders I figured as I stepped out
of the shower. I grabbed my hair dryer as I had done a thousand times
before, but it just takes so much longer with long hair. What took me 5
minutes, now took me 20 minutes. I combed my hair to for about a half
hour. It was so hard to get her hair to stay down. As I walked out of the
bathroom she just laughed in my face.
She helped me with my clothing. She set out a skirt suit combination and
a pair of black sheer pantyhose for me. I really hated the way they
looked, but she was good with my qualms against placing them on. She
rolled them to the top for me and helped me pull them up my leg. Let me
tell you the way she made feel when she pulled them up, if I was a guy at
that moment I would have been hard. She helped me get into my bra and
helped me dress. All I had left was the shoes. She asked if I needed
help, and I laughed her off. There was no way that I would need help, but
I was wrong again.
I tried to latch the buckle on the shoe, but it just wouldn't hook it. I
kept hitting at it, as she would walk by laughing at me. Eventually I
relented, "Linda can you help me?"
"Sure Mr. Parker. I can see you're not a very good girl."
"Oh thanks a lot Linda."
"No need to be sarcastic, the shoes are buckled now."
I looked down and then at her, "Thank you."
"We have to get going," she said to me. I grabbed her purse and she
grabbed my briefcase and we headed to the car. She drove in, and I was
impressed by the way she handled my car. As we parked and entered the
building I didn't want to think about what the day had in store for me,
but I knew I wouldn't like it.
We spent the early part of the day working on the machine right up until
lunch time. We headed for the company caf? at lunch time. I sat down
with Linda, as the other guys that normally looked her made their glances
at me. I just kept pulling my skirt down nervously, which seemed to amuse
Linda.
"Linda, don't forget to also keep your knees closed."
"Thanks Li...er Mr. Parker," I retorted sarcastically.
I could deal with this body, I could deal with the clothes, but the
stares shot at my figure made feel sick. Couldn't they see that I wasn't
really a girl by the way I carried myself. I just had to sit there while
the engineers and their assistants made eyes at me, even my ex-boss Tony
was leering at me that way.
When we finished our break we were supposed to head back to the lab for
some more tests, but Linda grabbed me by the shoulder and said, "Go pick
up my laundry.
"What?"
"Go pick up my, Mr. Parker's, laundry."
"Oh, okay I will."
I was a little stunned by the suggestion, but I guess we had to keep up
appearances. She reached into her pocket and drew out a ticket and some
money out of my wallet and sent me on my way.
I got to her car and started it up and headed down to the laundromat were
I usually had my clothes cleaned. I got out of the car and headed up to
the place with the ticket in hand and gave it to the woman behind the
counter who went and grabbed my clothes.
She spoke to me as I handed her the money, "Here to pick up your
husband's dry cleaning?"
I was a little stunned by her statement. I nervously stated, "Nah, no,
he's not my husband."
"Oh very well then, take it anyway."
"Thanks."
I hung the clothes in the car and set back off for work. I couldn't
figure out why her statement bothered me. Did I really look like a
dutiful wife, or did Linda tell her that was what she was doing when she
went there. I parked my car outside the office and brought the clothes to
my car and hung them up and locked it up.
I pushed in my clearance card and went to my lab to see if she had any
luck fixing the machine.
She smiled as I entered, "Good news Linda, it was just a defect in one of
the capacitors."
"Oh good then this can end. Get your headset on please."
She placed the headset on, and I placed mine on and asked, "Are you
ready?"
"Yes I am."
I threw the switch and immediately I could hear her thoughts and we could
transmit them to each other, but something was wrong. I thought, "Why
wasn't the machine throwing off to much power like before? Why is the
machine functioning properly?"
Trying to hide the truth from me she replied "I don't know." However, her
brain continued, "Because I fixed the problem."
I threw of my headset and stared at her as she sat there in my body.
"Linda don't you want to switch back?"
"No I don't! I fixed your or should I say my machine with a little
tweaking. I'm afraid that I enjoy your relationship with the bosses and
your clout. You kept putting down my ideas in favor of your own. While
this was a good idea, you have also wasted so much of the company's money
on stupid projects. I always wanted to have my own research done for the
company, but it seems to be a boys club at the top. I can never get ahead
here. This machine is a godsend to me can't you see that. It will only
enhance my position as will my many ideas that you stifled."
I was horrified by what she was claiming. "You are nasty vile wom..."
"Linda, you can chose to remain here as my assistant or you will be
dismissed. The choice is yours, but chose your words wisely or you'll be
a single unemployed woman fired for insubordination."
I stepped back and thought about my situation. Assistants were paid a
good salary. Not my salary, but a comfortable wage. I figured that I
didn't really have a choice. I didn't want to continue in a lowered
position in the company, but the salary was just too high for me to walk
away from it.
I lowered my disgusted head submissively, "I will stay Mr. Parker." The
thought of having to call Linda Mr. Parker was as disheartening as any I
had ever thought of until that moment.
"That is good to hear Linda. The boss will be down in about an hour to
see the new invention, so I want you to give it a good dusting. The
duster is in the closet."
I grabbed the duster from the closet as she retreated to my old office. I
dusted that thing for a good 20 minutes. I wanted to make sure it looked
perfect. It was a reflection on me in this body, as well as my old body.
I went to my new desk and typed up some forms as we awaited Tony's
arrival. Tony Reynolds is the owner of the company, the proverbial 'boss
of all bosses' when it comes to this company. He decides who moves up and
who gets fired. He took a liking to me as an employee when I was a young
assistant to a man who has since retired. Tony fast tracked me to the
position I had held. If I ever wanted to be a creative engineer again, I
would need his approval.
This machine would get Linda more research and development money, but it
would also give me the chance to show of my own mind to Tony. Tony came
to the lab and Linda and I showed it off to him. He was very impressed
and gave Linda a satisfactory nod, and alluded that more money would be
coming her way.
I tried to get a word in, "It could also be used to conduct
interrogation, because the suspect couldn't hide what they were
thinking."
Tony and Linda nodded in agreement to my statement, and Tony looked down
on me and said, "You are a smart girl, and a pretty one too. Isn't she
Martin?"
"She sure is Mr. Reynolds."
I badly wanted them to stop talking about me that way, but I knew it was
hopeless.
"Linda would you like to come to my office one day to discuss your future
job prospects here?"
The way he said that made me want to turn my head in disgust, but I had
no choice, "Of that would be wonderful Mr. Reynolds."
"You have a good employee Martin. Linda I will see you first thing
tomorrow."
"Thank you Mr. Reynolds."
"Don't mention it."
As the day ended we were both elated by our prospects. We walked out
together and we got to my car before she looked over to me with an
inquisitive look.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I was going home with you."
"Linda we are not doing that anymore. It's over. I'm you and you are me
now. Have a nice life and go to your own apartment."
The coldness in her voice stung as I looked at my new license to figure
out where I lived. I knew the address, so I started out for it in my new
car.
I reached down and pulled out her key to her mail box, and it told me
which apartment she resided in when it turned to let me get the mail.
I took out the only two door keys on the ring and fumbled my way through
both locks and walked inside. Linda did keep a nice apartment. The floor
was clean, and her clothes were nicely folded and put away with great
care. She seemed to be a perfectionist. I went over to her cupboard to
see what she had to eat. All she had was some peanut butter, so I opened
the freezer and she had about 60 frozen diet dinners. My choices were
limited here so I pulled out one of the frozen dinners and heated it up.
It tasted like cardboard, and I wanted to stop eating it, but I decided
it was best to finish it and turn in. I had to get up earlier tomorrow,
so that I could get mentally ready for my interview with Tony.
The next morning came, and I took my shower and ate my breakfast. I
combed my hair, but now as I pulled of my robe came the tricky part. How
in the hell do I get my bra and hosiery on.
I decided to try the bra first. I grabbed hold of one from Linda's
dresser draw, and placed it around my breasts and I began to pull. It was
a strange sensation feeling my breasts get pulled into my chests by my
own arms. It felt so tight as I pulled it on and got it hooked on the
third try.
Next I did what Linda did with the pantyhose. I rolled them down and then
pulled them up my legs after getting my feet in them properly.
"Please don't get a run. Come on," I said out loud as raised them up.
They still felt like tights pants with socks attached, but I couldn't
complain, because as I finished dressing I noticed in the mirror that I
really looked good.
I grabbed my things and went off to work. As I walked into the office
that morning I couldn't help but feel nervous. I knew that I wouldn't be
treated by Tony as one of the guys, and he seemed to really like the way
I looked. However, I couldn't refuse him, because he could terminate me.
I sat and waited for his assistant to call me in, and when she did I
waited in his office until he arrived.
"Hi Mr. Reynolds," I said as he walked in.
"Hello Linda, I'm glad you're here to talk about your future here. You
know I think I can get you to certain places here."
"Well thank you ever so much Mr. Reynolds."
"Please. Please. Call me Tony."
"Okay Tony," I thought to myself, wow he must really like me, he doesn't
let anyone call him Tony.
"You are real go getter Linda. Maybe we could work something out. I don't
have a wife or a girlfriend, and sometimes my home gets lonely and could
use a woman's touch."
Oh my god, I thought, I couldn't believe at that moment that I really
thought Tony was interested in my brain. He would give me a promotion, a
token one at best, because I'd probably get the least funding for my
projects, but he expected something else in return. He didn't want
another engineer to make him money. Instead he wanted one to fulfill his
desires. Still I didn't want to work under Linda anymore, so I did what I
had to.
"That sounds good Tony. Can I be of some assistance to you?"
"I think you can Linda. You might get promoted soon, but I need to know
more about you first. How about you swing by my place tonight and we'll
have a little talk. It's standard procedure here."
The hell it is I thought, but I responded, "Oh that sounds marvelous I'll
be there."
"Good, here's my address. You should come around 7, if that's all right
with you?"
"Oh it is. Thank you Tony."
"Good, now please get back to work and finish your day with Mr. Parker."
The rest of the day seemed to breeze by as I wondered what my night would
bring me. As closing time drew near I grabbed my things and headed for my
car. I grabbed a bit of fast food on the way home. I ate and freshened up
a little bit, before I started out for Tony's home.
As I pulled up into his driveway, I was enamored by the brickwork that
lined his driveway and made up his home's fa?ade. I parked my car and
rang the bell to his home. A domestic came and showed me into his sitting
room, and I awaited his arrival. As I sat there I couldn't help but
wonder what Linda was doing with my body and my life, while I waited to
try to get back to the same position I once held.
"Hello Linda," Tony said as he came in from the next room.
"Hello Tony."
"Well Linda, I think we will have our discussion in my home office.
Follow me."
I followed Tony to his office and he sat me in a large leather chair in
front of his desk.
"Now Linda I would love to give you a promotion, but what could you give
me in return?"
This was exactly what I feared it was, but I had to continue on if I ever
wanted to have any semblance of my professional life back. "I would bring
an enthusiastic worker, with bright ideas."
"Well Linda to be fair I have a plethora of those. What can your special
skill set do for me?" He said as his eyes drifted up and down my body.
Nervously I responded, "What do have in mind?"
This elicited a smile from Tony, "I can think we can work this out. Come
here Linda," he said while he patted his lap.
I didn't want to do what I was about to do, but I thought that I had no
choice in the matter. I walked over to him and sat on his lap with my
arms around his shoulders, and my legs dangling off him and his chair.
"Well Linda I can see you are willing employee. I guess maybe we can try
something out. I'll give you a shot as a head engineer and a chance to be
my girlfriend, and we will see where that leads us."
"That sounds wonderful."
"I'm glad you think so. Maybe we could seal the deal?" He said with a
wink.
"Tony, I don't do that on the first date," I said hiding my disgust.
"Of course you don't, you are an upstanding young woman."
Tony seemed to take my refusal as a good sign, because it indicated that
I was not an easy girl. I kissed him on the lips to make sure he got the
message that I was willing to go eventually. We sat there for a while and
talked about nothing before I said that, "I have to go home now."
"Well Linda why don't you get some of your clothes tomorrow morning and
leave them here after work. I don't want one of my creative engineers to
have to make two trips if she doesn't have to."
I nodded and exited his home and drove to my apartment.
That was a year ago. After that Tony and I started to date, which stopped
all the looks the other engineers gave me. Tony was true to his word and
gave me the promotion. It resulted in a few snickers of, "She's only
here, because she's sleeping with the boss," but I handled that by
becoming one of the company's top workers. However, I still couldn't top
Linda as the best in the company. Tony asked me if we could get married,
and I simply couldn't refuse him. I was too indebted to him, plus living
with him placed me in a more comfortable and stable economic position
then I had ever experienced. I never had this much money at my disposal
in my life. I never have to cook or clean now. My life is better now than
it was as guy. However, I still hate periods, bad hair days, heels, and
looks from horny men, but it is a small price to pay for my luxuries.
Hell even sex isn't that bad, due to female orgasms which Tony gives me
plenty off.
The stoic Epictetus claimed that things like body, property, reputation,
office are not in our power, and thus are of no consequence to us. As he
wrote of loss, "Never say of anything, 'I lost it', but say, 'I gave it
back.'" Bodies and lives don't belong to us. They are simply leant to us
and can be hurriedly taken away from us. As my husband calls me back now
with an aroused look on his face as he watches me write this in my teddy,
this is all I can chose to believe.
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