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"iBod: Chapter Six - Reality, Upturned on its HEAD" by Jaye Domino (NOTE 1: None of the email addresses used in this story series are real, nor are any web references to The iBod. Comments are appreciated, and I plan on writing more iBod stories, as well as a detailed instruction manual on how the iBod is used. I highly encourage people to write their own iBod stories involving any of the other users, but would appreciate a request by email to do so.) (NOTE 2: This is the start of Story Arc Number 2 in the iBod Universe.) WHEN LAST WE LEFT iBod USER NUMBER 256: Things didn't turn out as they seemed, when our group, on their way to the "Getting to know Monica" Banquet, experienced a distortion in the space-time continuum, spurring them on to find ME, the author of this story. With some quick searching (made easier by the fact that I wrote Cerina having incredible access to other people), they found out that I was in a coma at a hospital in midtown New York. Today, they search me out to find out about their universe...and by the way, most of the information I give them about myself is actual fact about myself until late 2005, so I'm exposing MYSELF quite a bit with this chapter. The rest that takes place after 2005 is just for the story. ================================================ Cerina confirmed my hospitalization and called for her personal chopper to be readied. Shawn and Sam rushed out to get the chopper ready, and Monica, Cerina, Evelyn, and Dominique followed. Shawn and Sam got in the two pilot seats, and the other four climbed in behind them. Shawn took off, and the chopper sped from Aether Island north-westward towards a private helipad on the West Side of New York City owned by Cerina. An hour later, they landed, and a private limo was waiting. They disembarked and climbed into the back of the limo, with Cerina directing the driver, a non-iBod user, to drive to the hospital, as she had given directions from mid-air in the chopper. The limo drove as fast as was allowed, and less than 20 minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Luckily, I wrote this to happen during VISITOR'S HOURS, so they were able to see me when they asked to...under my REAL name, of course. The receptionist told them I was in the ICU, still unconscious in the coma, but stable. I also had written Monica saying that she was my cousin, which would come into play later on. Receptionist: "He hasn't awoken yet, but maybe the presence of another family member would help him come out of it." Monica: "Another family member?" "His elderly mother is currently by his bedside, praying for him to wake up, and his brother comes by every couple of days to check in and bring food for their mom." "You said his...mother was with him?" "Yes. Is that a problem?" "No, I guess not. One should be so lucky..." They got their passes and headed up to the ICU. They were given directions to where my bed was, and saw my mother sitting at my side while I was hooked up to an oxygen tube and and some IV drips. Monica went to my mother and addressed her. "Excuse me...my name is Monica Jaye..." My mom's eyes lit and a look of pleasant surprise crossed her face. "My son TOLD me about you! He was telling me ALL about your story before!" "I'm sorry?" "I know who you are, Monica. But I forget what your male name was...Jay something..." "Um...Jason DelMonico...uh, how do you know this?" "I TOLD you, he told me about you...15 years ago." "Did you say '15 years ago'?" "Yes! Why?" "That's when the first chapter of...THIS story was posted to Fictionmania. ...What happened 15 years ago?" "...On early Halloween morning, 15 years ago, he tried to commit suicide with an overdose of amphetamines. As they started taking effect, he told me everything, and told me he hadn't told me before because he was ashamed. He started telling me all about this story he started writing...about YOU. I'm sure he'll be able to tell you more when he comes to..." "How are you so sure he'll come to?" "Because if he didn't, this story wouldn't happen anymore. It's just that simple. You know, he LOVES comic books, and a lot of his ideas for stories came from them. He's truly quite a creative person! Give it a shot, maybe you'll wake him up..." Monica came close to my body and began whispering my name into my ear. To her surprise, my eyes began to flicker, and a knowing smile crossed my mom's lips. I began to stir, then slowly open my eyes. Thankfully, I wrote myself having LASIK before that time, so I didn't need my glasses. I slowly began to focus on Monica, and a smile slowly crossed my lips as I raspily began to whisper to her. "Hi there, 'cousin' Monica. I've been waiting for you for a LOOOOONG time..." "You...you HAVE??" "Yup...could you do something for me?" "What's that?" "Could you and my mom each give me a hug?" "Sure." My mom hugged me first, then gave the okay for Monica to hug me, which she eventually did after a little hesitation. Hopefully she felt a certain kind of familiar warmth when she did so. Her eyes began to tear up. "I...don't...understand..." "You will...in a second. But first, I need some recovery. Go tell my mom all about yourselves...but be discreet with the you-know-whats, because she kind of already knows. Get something to eat and come back regularly. I'll be alright, now, and in recovery in a couple of days, where I'll get treated like a KING again. So much chocolate pudding..." I breathed easier now and went back to sleep as some nurses and doctors came to check on me. My mom went with them, and things happened uneventfully for the next couple of days as they all waited excitedly for me to get transferred to recovery. They all sat down at my bed: my mom, "Cousin" Monica, Cerina, Dominique, Evelyn, Shawn, and Samantha...all eagerly awaiting my story. I began. "Mom, you don't have to be here if you don't want to..." "That's okay, I want to be here." "Alright, I guess. Well...I'll kind of start backwards. The blurring you experienced WAS a distortion in the space-time continuum. The rest of the story almost didn't happen, because the time I was writing it, I almost died. My mom told you what happened already. I had tried to commit suicide...bottle of amphetamine-based time-release pills, and I blacked out for a full four days. That blur was me almost dying..." The group looked down in sympathy. Monica answered, "I'm sorry..." "Don't be...that experience gave me a new perspective on life. I didn't want to go through the rest of my life in regret...not being able to be open with myself and my mom. I told her everything, every sordid little detail about my desires, fetishes, and fantasies. I had begun this story with Jason's life being something of a parallel to my own...with two important distinctions. The first was that Jason, despite the urge of every bone in his body and his decent financial situation, decided to never cross-dress, take hormones, or get surgery to artificially make himself female. But you so WANTED to, didn't you, Monica?" "Yes I did, very much. It took all I had, with many bitter nights crying myself to sleep, just to not make myself into a mockery of a woman... Did YOU want to be able to have periods, give birth, and breast-feed as a woman?" "Sometimes...other times, I would have killed just to have liposculpture, a boob job, and the SRS, being thankful I would never have to give birth, but remorseful that I wouldn't be able to impregnate someone else. I had to come up with the iBod scenario to make all this possible." "Was that the second distinction?" "Yes. Second was that I gave Jason the MEANS to make his dream come true...and in THIS reality, MY dream can come true as well." "You'd want to become an iBod-transgender?" "Yes. Number 257, if memory serves me right, and someone hadn't written any newer users yet. And I'd be PROUD to call you 'Cousin' for REAL. And I'd also want one for my mom, if she wants one, so she can get a new start...if she wants." "Same here. Am I allowed to call you by name yet in the dialogue?" "By all means. Besides, it was changed legally years ago." "Thanks...Eddie." "No problem. It warms my heart to see five gorgeous young 20-something women thankful that a 35-year-old something-or-other like me is alive. You know, I started out making this story just about YOU, Monica...but I ended up putting a little bit of myself into most of the characters I wrote. When I get out of here, we can all get to know each other better, and I'll even write the Banquet PROPERLY so even the readers can experience. If the readers can stand a sudden jump in time, I'll be out of here in the next paragraph or so." Ready? ZAP!! A week later, I was released from the hospital, and was given a stylish change of clothes by Cerina, then taken home in style in her limo. Evelyn and Dominique were absent, and Cerina informed me they went back to Aether to work on some business. Cerina and Monica wore very attractive skirted business attire, very similar to what Cerina had worn when she first met Jay. Cerina had a box with her that she gave to me when we entered my apartment, and I grinned with glee. I couldn't wait to try out my new iBod! My mom decided to get one too, just cuz she was tired of being tired all the time, so she got her box later that day. I asked if mom was sure she wanted to be in the room when I did this, and she said she wanted to see my greatest wish come true as much as I did...even though I'd be naked in front of her and two beautiful women. Eventually, I stripped down (I had gotten laser hair removal by this time) and put on the cuffs and collar, then hooked up my brand new iBod to the collar, and began going through the menus to go through my own very first Body Change. BODY CHANGE: FEMALE, FROM SCRATCH ETHNICITY 1 - Caucasian (submenu choice was Nordic) ETHNICITY 2 - Asian/Polynesian (submenu choice was Korean) HEIGHT - 5'10" BODY HAIR - None BUST SIZE - 35D WAIST SIZE - 25 HIPS SIZE - 34 EYE COLOR - Blue (submenu choice was Both Eyes) HAIR LENGTH - Long 1 (submenu choices were Straight and Just Past The Neck) HAIR COLOR - Strawberry Blonde (submenu choice was Solid) HAIR STYLE - Ponytailed (submenu choice was One Tail) LIP COLOR - Red (submenu choice was glossy) TEETH FORMATION - Average BREAST STYLE - Full (submenu choice was Perpetually Perky Nipples) LEG STYLE - Leggy VAGINA - Supple PUBIC HAIR - None CONFIRM? - Yes I took a deep breath as I pressed the OK button, and was soon bathed in a glow and hum. I knew my life would be changed forever, like Jay's and 255 of the luckiest people in the world before him, when the glow and hum stopped. It eventually did after a few seconds, and I excitedly asked if I could check my mirror. Cerina approvingly nodded, and I ran to my room, with them following behind me. I looked into my standing mirror (I had one at this time), and words could not prepare me for the sight I had beheld. Staring back at me with my movements, and with a beautiful painted-porcelain face and body that had her pretty mouth agape, was a woman more beautiful...and CONFIDENT than I could ever hope to have the pleasure to view. I was speechless for what must've been forever...until I finally broke down and cried. Monica and my mom hugged me, and I just couldn't stop crying, I was so happy! At that moment, I didn't even CARE that I wasn't wearing any new clothing yet, I was just so glad that I could finally make my greatest wish come true. Cerina joined the hug, and I put my head on her shoulder, still sobbing happily. My words were only able to come out as whispers. "Thank you so much, Cerina...This is the happiest day of my life...!" "YOU made it possible by writing this story. I should be thanking YOU." "Please, don't...I've been dreaming about this day for 15 years...I want to RELISH it, and YOUR invention made it possible..." We all just held each other while I was getting all my crying out. Eventually, I wiped the tears from my eyes and, with shaking hands, began to configure my first iBod Clothing Change. CLOTHING CHANGE: FEMALE, CLOTHING PRESET OUTFIT - 125 Dominatrix 05 (submenu choice was Wet-look Leather material) CONFIRM? - *blink*blink*blink* "Here goes..." I steeled myself, took a deep breath and pushed the button, just like Jay/Monica did in the first chapter. CONFIRM? - Yes One short glow and hum later, I stood before them in all my leather- clad finery, wearing a modified-material version of one of Leg Avenue's more famous vinyl teddies, along with studded collar, bicep-length closed-finger gloves, wet-look leather of course, and thigh-high Ellie brand Buckle-Up 5-inch-heel boots over slightly higher black wet-look leather stockings with reinforced adhesive tops, making a garter belt unnecessary...which was JUST the way I liked it. My mom put her hand over her mouth and just let out a slight gasp. "Oh my..." "See, mom? This is why I asked you if you wanted to stay or not. ...So what do you think?" "...WOW..." I giggled with slight embarrassment as Monica and Cerina stood, in a tender and familiar embrace, simply smiling at me. Mom hugged me with a huge smile on her face, and we stayed that way for a few minutes, with me, a completely oxymoronic vision of lovely dominance, tearing and towering with my high-heeled-ness over my tiny 5' grey old mother. After some silence, Cerina finally spoke. "Guess I don't need a detective to figure out you're pleased with it." Words still failed me at that moment, and all I could let out were squeals of joy that were COMPLETELY out of character for how I looked right now...HURRAY for subversion of job roles! "Do you want a moment to collect your tongue? And have you thought of a name yet?" I nodded excitedly and looked in the mirror at myself for what seemed like HOURS, even though it was only in reality about 10 minutes. My mom quickly grew bored of watching me preen, pose, and marvel, and went to the kitchen to pour some drinks. I only normally keep milk, soda, juice, and coquito in my fridge to drink anyway, so it was a short list. Their interests were piqued when mom mentioned the coquito. "Ooh! What's coquito?" I answered, "Something like a coconut rum milk shake. I make mine with EggNog too. Wanna give it a try?" "Sure! We'll try anything once. That's how things ended up like this, right?" "You got THAT right!" We all had a very-slightly-filled glass of coquito, toasted to me and my creative mind, and drank. Cerina and Monica enjoyed it very much, citing its creamy, milky texture and subtle brown sugar cinnamon influence...not to mention the nice little buzz the rum gives it, of course! Monica turned to me, after smacking her lips in satisfaction. "(chuckle) You wouldn't make a very convincing dom right about now, you know that?" "I prefer the clothing over the job anyways. It would take the right sub for me to enjoy my particular tastes in domination, anyway. And I have my name chosen. Mercy." I turned to my mom, who actually enjoyed the coquito I made like it was her own. "I know you won't necessarily do what I'VE done with mine, but are you motivated now to use your iBod SOONER rather than LATER?" "You bet!" "I'll be there in the next room when you do it at home, but I'm not gonna watch you change...that's just creepy, you know?" "Right..." "I WILL be there after you're done to congratulate you, though, on gaining back at least 30 years of your life. What do you think you'll do with all the extra time you'll gain every time you reverse your age?" "I don't really know right now..." Cerina put a hand on mom's shoulder. "I know you'll be successful at whatever you decide to do." "How do you know that?" "Because I'll be backing you financially! ...Under a satellite company, of course. I hear you were in music management. How about your own firm?" "...Excellent!" "Wonderful! Shall we get to that now?" "Yeah!" ZAP!! Less than four hours later, we were at my mom's apartment, after she changed and took off more than 30 years, looking like a more polished, better-taken-care version of herself when I was younger. We could always say she got plastic surgery if anyone inquired too deeply, anyway. Cerina, who was in the room with mom when she Changed (purely to instruct her on it), told her we'd be leaving for Aether within a few hours, but would enjoy a nice dinner out before we left. "What, I'm not coming with you?" "Well, you have certain things to take care of right now. I'll send someone in the morning to help finalize the paperwork with you and to arrange for your trip to Aether so you can get examined." "For what?" "Adverse side effects, biological changes, standard stuff. All iBod users go through it after their first few Changes. And after all, iBod Users 257 and 258 will need examination, just like everyone before them. Before we head to dinner, though, let's set up your iBod Terminal." ZAP!! We're now at dinner, all in very classy and expensive clothes, enjoying steak, lobster, and the like, and, while I'm talking with Monica, mom is chatting meaninglessly with Cerina about various little tidbits concerning me and my childhood...and my teenhood...and my fictional adulthood...you know, incriminating and embarrassing stuff I don't intend on repeating here in print. My face grows flush with embarrassment, but I remember the FictionMania story "For Your Eyes Only" (by Brandy Dewinter...GREAT read with excellent opening artwork), steel myself, and bravely continue on with my conversation with Monica, which will take precedence in this dialogue because it's my story, dammit! We catch it from Monica's side right now. "So what I'm hearing is, I was originally based off of YOU." "Right, but then, as I expanded the story and characters, I put some of myself into more of the characters." "So who most resembles you here?" I counted on my fingers as I answered. "YOU...Miko--except she started out as a skinny white girl, whereas I was a rather pudgy mixed-race gentleman--...Heather--who represents the more submissive side of my desires--...Dominique--who represents the more dominant, anarchic side of my desires--...Samantha--whose flexibility in her desires even surprised ME when I wrote them--...and Evelyn--who's basically a much smarter, less experimental version of myself." "Fair enough. But there's a question I just HAVE to ask you..." "I'm not even sure why I wrote that in anymore...I'm sorry I wrote it, and I'm sorry for what I did to you with it, but I won't take it back. Part of it was to show just how much the core cast cared for you...part of it was a convenient way for you to find out about me...but the main reason for writing it escapes me right now. Maybe it was some kind of jealousy at how easy I made it for you, I don't know. But again, I'm deeply sorry for that, Monica." Monica took my hand, looked me in the eye, and said, "I forgive you." "Thank you. That means a lot to me. I swear I will make it up to you in a future chapter." "No problem. By the way, I have another question. How come you had me never crossdressing...not even ONCE in my entire life?" "For the same reason I haven't been able to get my sex change in this reality. I didn't want either of us to be a mockery of what we needed to be...I wanted us to be MORE than 'fake women' or 'men in dresses'. Granted, you would've made a REALLY convincing woman, much more convincing and beautiful than myself, if you crossdressed and put some effort into it, but I didn't want that for you. I didn't want you to spiral down to a point where you would've lost all hope...or something like that. I'm sure you understand what I mean better than I can explain it, right?" "Yeah. Gotta love the convenient scientific solution, right?" "Goes hand in hand with magic and aliens. I really wish I could've written a convincing Medallion of Zulo story, though." "Maybe in a few weeks or something it'll come to you." "True. But I end up reusing character names, switching things around, just the same. I'd rather write time-freeze stories anyway." "I kind of WONDERED why I like freeze so much..." "Only, you actually enjoyed being frozen as a male for a short time." "How'd you--" and she cut herself off, realizing that I WAS the auteur of this series, after all. "So where'd you get the idea to insert yourself into the story? You know, besides as a safeguard?" "From a Mega Man sprite-based web-comic called 'Bob & George'. The author put himself in DOZENS of times to make things fix themselves up. Besides, I wanted to enjoy my own creation, even if it didn't have oversized anime armor...which you can wear anyway! It's Clothing Presets 200-225, downloadable on your iBod Terminal!" "Cool! Although I don't seem to be interested in that kind of thing." "Right. I made YOU prefer sleeker stuff." "So...when do we hear about User 127?" The mention of User 127 made Cerina stop her convo with my mom stone cold. Cerina turned to us, then looked at me frantically and questioningly. I shook my head slightly and explained to Monica. "User 127 is best left to the reader's imagination. He did some pretty AWFUL and ILLEGAL things with his iBod and had to be punished to the fullest extent of the law for them. Granted, a lot of the stuff he did has been in my head at one time or another, I'd NEVER promote or approve of ANY actions that were non-consentual or illegal. I believe in freedom of thought, freedom of expression, and the pursuit of happiness...but not at the cost of anyone ELSE'S freedoms." "I see..." "Good. User 127 is a CAUTIONARY TALE. Nothing more, nothing less. And no one will write any stories about it if I have anything to say about it." "So...where do we all go from here?" "Well, I head back to Aether with you, mom does her thing off-camera, the door is opened for other writers to write their own iBod stories, and I'll probably have written some more chapters for US by now." "I hate chronal paradoxes..." "Speaking in weird tenses DOES make your head go screwy sometimes...but we'll just simplify it." "So will you have written any time-freeze involving US?" "Yeah, but it won't be THIS reality. It'll be another reality that splits off the next time we watch the Dimensional Monitor." "Huh?" "The reality split begins when we next watch the Monitor because the viewing will be of the time-freeze story I write about us all. Very fun and erotic stuff it'll be." Cerina paid the check, and left in the limo after finishing. We dropped mom off at her apartment (and made arrangements for a penthouse at one of Cerina's buildings), and took the limo back to my place. The conversation continued, sans mere. "So, Mercy, who gets the time-freeze power?" "I was thinking about a Remote, like your iBod Remotes...or maybe a stop-watch...something that can passed around, maybe. Magical powers make ACTUAL time-freeze possible, but science and alien stuff requires 'vast acceleration' to 'simulate' time-freezing." "Cool! Can we help you write it?" "Sure! All of you! Especially YOU two, Samantha, Miko, Dominique, Melanie, and Heather. And we need to get better acquainted with our future sister, Lara, when we get to Aether." "Future sister? I'm getting two sisters?" "Oops! Spoiler! Lauren Rose, User 255, became Rose Laurence, and wanted to be your younger sister after she met you at the Banquet. Watch this..." ZAP!! I made her suddenly okay with it! GOD, I love being the author! "See? Now you're okay with it! And with ME being your OLDER sister!" "I guess I am! Please don't 'zap' so much anymore, though. It's a little unnerving." Very tempted I am right now...but I'll spare her the sensation. "All right. I'll keep it to a minimum. Maybe the next 'zap' should take away your real-time awareness of my narrative, though..." And we all had a good laugh at that. Nah...I'll let her and Dominique retain their awareness. It makes the story a little more special that way. "More special?" "Yes. Please don't bring up every narrative I write, though. It gets annoying after a while and detracts from the story." "Sorry." "I DO need to do one more 'zap' though...so prep yourselves." "What for?" "So we end up at the runway for the plane to Aether. We'll bypass me discovering the teleport gadgets at my place, and I can meet Sam and Shawn in person, and then I can faint from meeting Dominique while en femme." Cerina grinned. "She DOES have that effect on women...ESPECIALLY iBod women. I remember fainting when I looked at her after I first Changed to another body." Her eyes immediately took on a puzzled expression. "How come you have us enjoying the fainting?" "Personal fetish of mine, naturally. As long as I write you all fainting safely, there shouldn't be any problems. Ready for the zap?" They braced themselves for the zap. "We're ready. Go ahead, Mercy." I comm'ed to the driver. "Please pull over in that reserved-for-us space over there so I can zap us ahead. You'll want to brace yourself for this." The driver, a non-iBod user who was gorgeous up close, pulled over into our space, and I readied my vast god-like authoring powers for a special zap. "But how's it going to be special?" "You'll see...or rather, FEEL... Now close your eyes and brace yourselves!" ZAP!! We're now parked, in the limo, at airfield where one of Cerina's private planes is awaiting us. Cerina, Monica, and the driver blinked their eyes open for about a second, but then convulsed powerfully (at the same time! BOO-YEAH!) in an intense orgasm. I grinned, then used my super authoring powers to let it fade and let them get back to normal. The driver was the first to comment. "Good...GOD!! That was INCREDIBLE!" "Wasn't it? You know...I could do that for you ALL the time if you want..." "I would LOVE that! Let me give you my number...call me ANYtime." And the driver, Nina, gave me her number. I committed it to memory-- using my author powers, naturally--and Cerina beckoned us to exit. I caught sight of Shawn in front of the plane stairs waving at us and Nina drove the limo to the back of the plane and out of sight. I sighed wistfully but defeatedly as I pictured the great times Nina and I would have in the near future...although she would never be the one I end up with. Even author powers can't change core beliefs so deeply ingrained in people, no matter how bit their parts are in the story. Nina was bisexual, sure, but she'd never consider committing herself to a woman, trans or not. HER commitment was going to be to a man with a huge dick who could provide for her financially (and would turn a blind eye, intentional or not, to her adulterous lesbian encounters--myself included--outside of the marriage). And YES, I thought it necessary to explain that. *AHEM* So we headed towards the plane and Shawn greeted us with open arms. "Welcome back, Boss! (looks at me) You know, you look JUST like Monica here? I'm Shawn. How do you do?" "I'm Mercy, and I'm doing JUST FINE now. And believe me, the resemblance is QUITE intentional. Nice to meet you face-to-face, Shawn Cassidy." Shawn was a little confused. "Excuse me?" Cerina answered. "Mercy here is the author of our reality." "OH! YOU'RE the one we came out here for! It's an HONOR to meet you, just like it was with Monica!" "No problem." We hugged a little and a little bit of an awkward pause followed. "Sorry, Shawn, I'm not quite used to men in this body yet. Just a mental block at the moment." Shawn thankfully thought nothing of it. "Perfectly alright. We'll be taking off in about an hour. Our pilot for tonight is the lovely Miss Dominique Devereaux, a knockout in more ways than one, as I'm sure you're already aware." "Can't wait to meet her!" "She feels likewise, as does my wife. Be gentle with her up there, alright? I'll be in the hold with the limo." He headed to the back, and Cerina lead Monica and me up the stairs and we entered the plane. Cerina then turned to me as we headed to where the seating area was. "Not your type, is he?" "Not really, I guess. He was a little too rugged looking for me. Maybe Jason's type is my type...probably why I wrote him so slim, right Monica?" "I guess. Maybe we'll meet someone further down the line who resembles Jason physically." "Sure, why not?" We sat at the comfy couch in the seating area and Sam, wearing the hot stewardess uniform I wrote for her earlier, walked in, carrying a tray with glasses of drink on it. Cerina and Monica each took, and I looked at my drink and mini-ZAPped it to a glass of Cherry Pepsi, which I then took. Sam looked a little confused, then her eyes grew wide with realization. "Oh! You're the author Jaye Domino! Duh!" "I'm going by Mercy right now." "Okay--MERCY. So you really DID write yourself in as a safeguard?" "Yup. Good thing I gave Dominique the comic book knowledge and the awareness of my narration." "Haven't met her yet, have you?" "Actually, I did, but that was BEFORE I got my iBod. She certainly DID make me lose my breath for a little bit there. I'm definitely looking forward to my 'fainting at the sight of her' when I see her for the first time AFTER my iBod Change." "Really? How odd. I didn't enjoy the fainting all that much..." "I didn't write you to. But I compensated quite well, wouldn't you say?" "You sure did! But all this complicated talk of writing-slash-rewriting reality and bandying around of past, present, and future tenses makes my head hurt, and I'm a SCIENTIST." "Alright, I'll stop." Shortly after, the plane took off and we were in the air. "Can I get a chocolate mousse?" "Sure!" She cheerily walked off to the fridge where the cold food was stored, and I followed...quite lasciviously. She opened the door and reached in to get a chocolate mousse, and I slowly sauntered up to her and crossed my arms around her shoulders (trapping her arms slightly) and began to kiss and nibble on her neck. "Oh...that feels good, Mercy...but I'm not sure it's right..." I whispered in the sultriest voice I could muster, "Just pretend I'm Cerina. We can have our own fun on the way to the island..." And as I began to please Samantha Hill in the most pornographic ways I could remember, Dominique's voice sounded over the Address. "Passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We are currently en route to Aether Island and will arrive within 3 hours. And hello again to our author, Mercy Jaye! I look forward to making your beautiful new body faint with pleasure when we disembark! *SMOOCH*" Sam and I giggled a little, then resumed our liaison. After a short while, she grew uncomfortable with it. "I'm sorry, Mercy. I just can't do it. I just can't pretend you're Cerina. At least the last time, Cerina was there, giving to me and receiving from me. It really isn't you, I swear..." "No, that's okay. I should've realized that your feelings for Cerina wouldn't let you be with another woman but her...damn it..." We got some extra mousse and brought it to the seating area, feeling less than super. I sat over at one end of the sofa, away from Cerina and Monica, who had been frenching and feeling each other up the whole time. They stopped and looked at me with concern on their faces. Cerina: "What's wrong?" I sighed and shook my head. CRAP. "I forgot to write Sam as open to other women...her lust for you blinds her almost completely to the advances of anyone other than you or her husband. Damn it, I thought I'd have fixed my social awkwardness in this version of me..." I took a spoonful of my mousse, which tasted absolutely DEVINE, to keep myself from breaking down. "Mmmm...remind me to zap-gasm Arianna when I meet her, this mousse is so good..." "Sure...I guess...Are you okay, though? You're looking kinda down." "...Can I zap us to our landing?" "Um...okay...I guess there isn't a problem with that..." ZAP!! Dominique's voice, showing no small amount of surprise, came on over the speaker. "Um...welcome to Aether Island. I hope you enjoyed your fliiiiIAIIAAAAHHHHH--" Okay, so sue me, I gave her a post-zap orgasm. Pre-emptive strike, and all that. Sam lead us off the plane and we waited, with Shawn and Nina, near the waiting Humvee on the runway for Dominique. I chatted with Nina and Shawn, discussing the ethical and philosophical implications of cross-reality interference (which was what I was basically doing since the previous chapter), when Cerina tapped me on the shoulder to indicate Dominique's approach. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and turned around to get a good look at her. "Oh...my...G..." I couldn't even finish my sentence, she was so hot...down I go... *THUD...ish* Thankfully, when I came to, apparently on my sofa in my new house, I was told that Monica caught me before I could hit the tarmac and hurt myself. *WHEW* I saw Dominique again...and fainted again...hearing only slightly before I lost complete consciousness. "Too bad we can't leave her in her body right now, but we need her conscious and regular so we could...--" ... ... ... ... I woke up, male, wearing stylish yet casual clothes, as Cerina was typing at my new iBod Terminal with Monica standing behind her, embracing her. Dominique sat on a chair next to my sofa, legs wide open (exposing her panty-less snatch to my eyes) and examining me as if I held some great interest to her. I slowly sat up and turned to her. "I hope you realize you're giving me a real good look at your pussy right now." "I hope you realize that talk like that won't get you very far with most women." "Faking it never helped me either, social awkwardness and all that. So how come you were eyeing me like I was the missing link or something?" "You...INTRIGUE me for some reason...other than the fact that you wrote me the way I am. I'd certainly be willing to help you find your match IF you could answer my questions." "Like what?" "You know, about things like the back-stories behind us, the natures of our existences in this reality, stuff like that." "Sure! ...You'd help me find a girlfriend?" "Absolutely. It pains me to see people without someone--or someONES--to share their life and love with...makes me sad. And I hate being sad...like you, I guess, right?" "Yeah..." I looked myself over and checked my chest through the neck- hole in my undershirt. "I see the iBod made me slightly better-looking. Good..." I went over to Cerina, who was still typing. "Hey, you! Had a nice nap?" "Yeah, I guess. So you're setting up my iBod Terminal right now?" "Yup. I'll leave it to YOU to decide what presets you want to load your iBod with. Ready to head to Sweete Industries HQ yet?" "Um...could I have a minute?" "Sure, we'll meet you at the car." Cerina and Monica left, with Dominique following them. I assumed Shawn, Sam, and Nina were already outside in the hummer. I went to the full- length mirror I had and looked myself over, then I sighed and sat down on my sofa, lowering my head onto my hands. Dammit, I can't even make myself happy in a STORY. "Eddie? You okay?" It was Dominique. She came back in to check on me. She sat next to me and tried to comfort me. "Are you okay?" "Not really..." "You wanna talk about it?" "...How long do I have to stay back in my crappy male body...?" "You know we can't let you Change back into a woman until you get scanned at the HQ. Safety precautions and all that. YOU wrote it that way." "Ah dammit..." Dominique saw me about to break down. "Aw crap, we need to get you some help. Do you want to zap us to after your exam?" Crying with my head on my knees, I nodded. She cradled my head in her arms, and it was one of the best feelings in the world. "Let's do it, then...come on, Eddie, it's gonna be okay...I'll be here for you." ZAP!! I stepped out of the green iBod Chamber, back in my beautiful naked female body, and with a relieved smile on my face. Evelyn Quinn did a double take and turned to me. "What just happened?" "I zapped us to after my scan. I couldn't take waiting anymore to get back into a female body..." I gave her a post-zap orgasm with my author powers just to make up for it. She didn't ask anymore questions about the matter. Dominique stood with crossed arms and a smirk on her face. She shook her head in disbelief and bit her lower lip a little when she looked up at me. YES! I was somehow winning her over... "Yes you certainly are, Mercy. Let's get out of here, shall we?" "Yes, let's!" "But first, let's get some clothes on you." I walked back into the Chamber, got hummed a hot biker chick outfit (Preset 010), and Dominique and I left Cerina and Monica, bewildered but fascinated, to their own devices. Dominique and I walked down a corridor to a nearby top-secret-clearance room, where I gained us entry with my palm-print. To Dominique's surprise and pleasure, I had 'S' level clearance (which no one else had...gotta love those author powers) and we went in. The room was outfitted in a way she had never seen before and she marvelled at the sheer amount of sophisticated technology that was in the room, yet didn't seem to clutter it. I seductively pulled her by her tie (she was still wearing her pilot's uniform) to a large empty table and I lied on it, pulling her on top of me. "Take me, Dominique. RIGHT NOW." "You sure?" "ABSOLUTELY. YOU'RE the one I want to be with. I want to be YOURS, and I want YOU to be MINE..." And I kissed her just like that. When I broke off, I looked at her with a desperate desire that was visible in my eyes. To her credit, she didn't try to leave. Her eyes softened and she kissed me back, more tenderly than I had kissed her. When she broke off, we held each other tightly but tenderly, laying on the table next to each other. "You know, I still have Melanie...and that Fuck-Bitch still needs her punishment." "You can still have Melanie, and she'll be more occupied with Jason in the near future...and I'll be her toy too; and dealing with Gina should be fun..." "You sure you want to do this?" "I'm altering the story in the middle of a pre-destined storyline. You bet your sweet ass I want to do this." "Am I still getting pregnant with Jason's baby, though?" "Maybe later on than normal, if I still feel like it, but it's unlikely I'll be writing you impregnating Rina and Monica. They do deserve their own happiness, and we'll join in, but we won't be interfering with them." "What else is going to happen?" "I'm going to give you a gift no one else will get. I got the idea from a story on MCStories.net..." "What is it?" "I'm going to give you the ability to read my mind, just as I can read yours and every other character I wrote. As well, you'll also be able to communicate with me telepathically. You will be privy to my deepest, darkest secrets and desires...you'll gain TOTAL UNDERSTANDING, just like the story. Some of my psyche may disgust you, some of it may make you cringe in fear, but we'll grow closer having no secrets between us, I promise you..." Dominique thought for a few minutes, then turned to me and smiled. "Let's do it." I grinned and readied another zap to skip forward in time. She clutched my hand and kissed my cheek. "I'm prepped. Go ahead, Mercy." ZAP!! We ended up in Dominique's room, seated on her bed, with Melanie, in Gothic Lolita attire, at the doorway holding Gina, in a Daisy Duke outfit, by her leash. Melanie looked around a little in slight confusion as Gina grew weak in the knees and ready to faint. Melanie sternly pulled on the leash to bring Gina back to focus, then looked at me. "Um...what happened?" I answered, "I zapped time forward a little." Dominique said, "Mel, please take Fuck-Bitch for a LONG 'walk' around the island. Mercy and I are going to get better acquainted. Maybe later, when you get back, you can get acquainted with her too." She tossed her an iBod Remote. "By the way, this one's for YOU. You'll have COMPLETE control over her with it, and a few fun features you can discover on your own..." She winked and smooched at her. "Goody!" She pulled on Gina's leash. "Come on, Fuck-Bitch. You're MINE for the day. I can't WAIT to try this out..." They left, and Dominique closed and locked the door. Then, when she sat down with me, I sent her some thoughts. "...I understand. You sure you want to put your involvement here on hiatus?" "Positive. Just do it, and I'll go back to narrating the story." "...If you say so..." She kissed me, then dug a Remote out of her drawer. I stood up, ready. She pressed a button on the Remote, and my ionic biker outfit zapped away, leaving me completely naked once again. A sequence of button presses put my hot red hair in a cool braided ponytail and put me in a PlayBoy bunny outfit (preset 001) with black fishnet pantyhose underneath the strapless black velvet bodysuit and 5-inch stiletto- heeled black velvet pumps, along with white suit wrist-cuffs, white suit collar with black bowtie, and bunny ears and tail. We grinned at each other and I sent her some more thoughts. She pushed her Remote's 'Command' button and my face blanked, as I limply dropped my arms to my sides. She went to my face and began her commands. "You will not react whatsoever to ANY physical changes I make to you, unless I directly command you to react. This ALSO means that you will NOT sweat at all while we're having sex, nor will you sweat in fear or anticipation. Do you understand?" I answered blankly, "Yes, Mistress." "You will also be completely UNAWARE of any physical changes I make to you below your neck. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Now, watch how I pose, and pose yourself the same way." She posed as if she were displaying a new car and I posed the same way. She pushed her Remote's 'Pause' button and I froze stock still. She smiled as she read my mind and registered my inward excitement at being frozen, then manipulated my eyes and lips to a neutral, though still sexy and inviting, expression. Using my author powers, I gave her an instant orgasm and she grinned at my frozen body. I was still able to send her thoughts from the deep recesses of my mind, and I asked her to tend to any business that she needed to. She obliged, kissed me on my cheek, then left me frozen in the room as she put her Remote in her securely locked drawer. I love you, Dominique... "I love you too, Mercy." Thus finally ends this Chapter and my current involvement in the iBod Universe (until I mentally ask Dominique to unfreeze me, of course). END CHAPTER SIX. TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER SEVEN...