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Sex Change Computer Virus
By Kozmik Alaska
Friday. Another week, another set of critical security updates from
Microsoft. A small balloon popped up in the taskbar of Kirsty Desjardin's
PC just as she was about to retrieve her email. Fresh from her morning
shower, Kirsty sat wearing her bathrobe in a hotel room in Toronto. As
she dried her hair, she clicked on the warning.
"Damn!" Kirsty muttered as she read the security warning. "An exploit
triggered by a jpg file. If that isn't a kick in the head with a wet
mukluk, nothing is! A picture that can let someone take over your PC.
Well, no time for that now."
Kirsty checked the option to remind to remind her in one day to download
the patches.
Checking her watch she made note of the time. Just enough time to send
email to remind her boyfriend Pierre to pick her up at the airport that
afternoon.
She brought up Internet Explorer and went to the website of her ISP.
Kirsty logged in and scanned her email.
"Great! The usual rubbish. This is really targeted marketing," she
laughed as she reviewed the subjects. "Really now ... What use do I have
for a product spam-vertised with a subject line of -- Kirsty, your member
can gain 4 inches guaranteed. -- ?"
"Delete. Delete. Delete. Save for later. Save for later. Delete. Save for
la .. whoops ... read now."
It was from Pierre. Pierre McDonald and Kirsty Desjardin had been dating
for two years now. If there was one thing that Kirsty knew that she could
rely on it was Pierre's thoughtfulness. Not only did they talk every
night while she was away on this business trip but he emailed her
something romantic every day without fail. There was a unique synergy
between them. Kirsty felt that this was even shown by the fact that she
had a French surname and English given name even though she was born in
English speaking Canada, and that Pierre had an English, nay, Scottish,
surname and a French given name and was very much French-speaking
Quebecois. How they both ended up in Red Deer Alberta was a mystery
answered only by thoughts that sometimes the fates step in and draw all
things to true.
Apart from the usual mushy stuff, the email contained a link. "Thought
you might think that this is cute," it said.
Kirsty clicked on the link, and cute picture of a puppy sleeping next to
a kitty appeared. Kirsty had a soft spot for cats and dogs, and Pierre
knew it.
Kirsty oooh-ed and awed over the picture and as she did she felt herself
zoning out. A voice seemed to be speaking to her in a soothing tone, its
sound permeating the deep recess of her psyche. Just as she was about to
slip away, Kirsty shook her head and snapped back to reality.
"Damn! The time. What the ..." Kirsty closed and browser and shutdown her
laptop. It was 20 till 7 and the Kirsty had to be at a meeting in 40
minutes. She quickly began pulling open drawers and tossing clothes into
her suitcase. Panties and bras went flying through air with the best
intention being that they would end up in her bag.
Sorting through her wardrobe, she bypassed her skirts and dresses and
settled on a pair of slacks with a blazer and a white blouse.
In record time, Kirsty got dressed, slapped on some makeup and was ready
to go. Suitcase in one hand, a briefcase in the other, a purse over one
shoulder, and her laptop case on the other, Kirsty was ready to face the
world. She lugged her belongings to an elevator and headed down to the
front desk to settle her bill. As the elevator began its descent, Kirsty
used the mirror-like surface of the elevator door to fix her hair. She
adjusted the belt on her slacks and then absentmindedly gave her crotch a
good scratch followed by an adjustment.
The meeting went as most meetings go, the buzzwords flying thick and
fast. Kirsty was anxious to board the Air Canada jet at Pearson Airport
that would transport her home to Red Deer and to Pierre. It would be the
weekend and she could finally relax. As lunchtime approached, Kirsty
found herself feeling an increasing discomfort. She couldn't quite but
her finger on it. It was as if her pantyhose were too tight. At various
times she clandestinely reached under the table and tried to adjust them,
tugging at the nylon fabric. However every time she got a good tug, it
seemed that one the people at the table would look her way, and she
quickly had to regain her normally business-like look.
As the meeting dragged on, Kirsty's mind drifted. At first she longed to
be held deep in Pierre's arms as he kissed every inch of her body. Her
thoughts turned to him teasingly tonguing her nipples. They didn't seem
to be quite as big as she remembered, but prominently stuck out like two
little mosquito bites. She imagined Pierre's tongue snaking along her
tummy, pausing at her navel before continuing in a straight line from
there down to her crotch where he....
"Ms Desjardin, do you have the figures on the expected increase in cash
flow as a result of our erection of new facilities in light of tightening
financial consumer resources"
"Ah, yes, um, er, right here, sir. They show that we can expect an
increase if consumers play ball with us. All the nuts and bolts are right
here."
When they took a break a 10 AM Kirsty ran off to the Ladies' washroom,
and quickly ripped off her pantyhose, tossing them in the waste bin.
Stupid of her, she thought, wearing pantyhose under a pair of slacks. Her
legs had a funny tingle to them. She rubbed them in an effort to make the
itchiness go away. "Damn cheap Zeller's store brand pantyhose," she
thought.
At 4PM Kirsty sat on an Air Canada jet headed toward Calgary. Within a
few hours she'd be in the arms of Pierre, and could finally relax. The
monotone din of the jet engines washed over her as she drifted to sleep.
As she slept the engine roar was mixed with that voice again, the same
voice she imagined hearing that morning. Its chant like tone was speaking
directly to her, yet no words could be discerned. It seemed to merge
directly into her psyche and calm her. It was as if it had a personal
message to her, and the message was:
"Ladies and Gentleman, as we prepare to make our final descent in
Calgary, please make sure that your tray tables are closed and locked and
that your seats are in an upright position"
Kirsty shook the cobwebs out of her head. The lights of the city
glittered amidst the high Rocky Mountain clouds.
When they had landed Kirsty quickly grabbed her purse and laptop from the
overhead compartment. "Get a move on," she silently ordered as the throng
of passengers, all scurrying to deplane, clogged the narrow aisle. Her
heartbeat quickened as she hurried along the jetway. Hurrying, she made
her way to baggage claim. And there ... he stood.
Pierre kissed Kirsty deeply and but soon found Kirsty's tongue thrusting
deeply into his mouth. It had only been three days, but Kirsty felt like
she hadn't been in her love's arms for years. A strange unfamiliar
tingling filled her body, not unpleasant mind you, but different. She
felt the sensation move directly to her clitoris as it spasmed.
Smiling he greeted her, 'Bonjour mon amour. Looks like you missed me.'
Giggling, Kirsty replied, 'Nah, not really. Lets get my bags so that we
can get on the way home to Red Deer. Even though it'll will only take 90
minutes to get there, I can hardy wait to get home and ravage you."
Then with a twinkly look in her eyes, she whispered, "I am so horny. I
can't explain it, but I just want to jump your bod and hump the daylights
out of you."
"Well, you won't have to wait 90 minutes, as I've decided that we can
have a naughty weekend here in Calgary. I booked weekend special at the
International right in the heart of beautiful downtown Calgary." Pierre
answered.
"You think of everything you naughty boy, don't you?" Kirsty giggled as
she gave his butt a squeeze.
"Not everything. You just keep thinking long and hard of all the fun
things we can do," Pierre suggested.
Kirsty grabbed her baggage from the turnstile and tossed it onto a
luggage trolley. She grabbed Pierre's hand and they recklessly navigated
thorough the crowd. As the rounded a corner in the parking lot, Kirsty's
suitcase tumbled from the trolley, springing open and spilling its
contents onto the pavement.
"Damnit," she swore. "Look, you gather up your belongings and I'll go get
the car."
"Tabarnac! Sounds like a deal. Wait right here," Pierre answered.
Pierre headed off across the car park as Kirsty began gathering up her
clothing. It was then that it occurred to her that not only did she not
have anything clean to wear over this naughty weekend, but that what she
did have was know scattered on the dirty sidewalk. Looks like a visit to
the shops at Chinook Centre would be in order for Saturday. Pierre pulled
around to the sidewalk just as she was locking up the bag. He popped open
the trunk of the car and got out to assist Kirsty.
Kirsty lofted her suitcase into the trunk in an effortless motion. Did it
seem lighter than before she thought? It seemed quite easy to lift.
"C'mon lets make like bunnies and get going," Pierre said.
"That's not the only thing I'd like to do like a bunny," Kirsty growled
in a baritone.
"So I take it that you don't want any dinner first?" Pierre asked.
"There is only one thing that I want to eat and that's you," came the
reply.
"My oh my, we certainly are the randy one tonight, aren't we?" Pierre
observed.
"Yeah, I can't figure it out, but all day I've had the strangest
thoughts. I could hardly wait to see you. After I got that email from you
this morning I guess I was reminded of how much I missed you. Now I can't
wait to get into your pants," Kirsty explained.
Pierre laughed. "Then I guess that dinner is out of the question for sure
eh?"
"Yep," Kirsty replied with enthusiastically.
Pierre flipped the radio on to check the traffic. Shania Twain began
singing "Man I Feel Like a Woman." Kirsty reached into the centre counsel
of his Honda Civic and pulled out a CD by the Who. She pushed into the CD
player and flipped through the tracks before settling on "I'm a Boy".
Once at the hotel, the pair hurried along the corridor to their suite.
Pierre opened the door and turned on the lights. He carried Kirsty's
suitcase and briefcase into the room followed by his own luggage. Kirsty
stood in hallway, and when the path was clear she entered the room,
dropped her laptop case and purse inside the doorway and then tackled
Pierre, pinning him on the bed.
As Pierre lay there she straddled him. Kirsty undid his shirt and ran her
fingers along his hairy chest. She felt a similar tingly sensation in her
own chest and after removing her blazer and tossing it across the room
unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra felt tight and restricting about her
chest. She unfastened it and flung it slingshot like against the wall. It
tumbled like a piece of discarded packaging to the floor. Pierre reached
over and undid her belt as she did the same to him.
In a flash Pierre's trousers and Kirsty's slacks lay in a crumbled heap
on the floor. Kirsty began massaging Pierre's erect penis thorough his
Fruit of the Loom white briefs. As she did so Kirsty took his hand in
hers and began rubbing it in a similar motion along the front of her
panties. That same feeling that she had felt earlier engulfed her, its
epicenter being her clitoris. She thrust Pierre's hand into her panties
where a very erect clit awaited his touch. Kirsty pulled his dick out
through the fly of his briefs and then ripped off her panties. She
tickled Pierre's dickhead with dense carpet of pubic hair of her crotch.
Before guiding it into her vagina, she bet down and ran it along the
darkened line of hair that extended for her pubes to her navel. By this
time, Pierre had lost control of the situation as Kirsty began riding him
like a bronco in the Calgary stampede, bucking up and down. She thrust
herself upon him as she felt a tightening between her legs accompanied by
an almost painful sensation that begged for release. In one big thrust,
Pierre's penis slipped out of her and his semen flew into the air. Just
as Pierre's body shuddered in orgasm Kirsty felt a climax like nothing
she had ever felt before. The tight feeling between her legs strengthened
and then a sticky whitish liquid spurted from her. It formed a pool on
Pierre's stomach near similar splatters of his own cum with some droplets
of her ejaculate left clinging to her dark thick pubic hair. She took a
finger and mixed the two together before anointing both Pierre's and her
own lips with it.
They lay there in the afterglow, Kirsty's mind trying to figure out what
was going on. She has never felt anything like this before, but at the
same time it felt like this was the way it was supposed to be.
They had just began to drift off when their serenity after the storm was
interrupted by a knock at the door to their suite.
"Who the ..." Kirsty exclaimed.
"Room service" came the answer leaving Kirsty glad that she hadn't
completed her expletive.
"Oh, I forgot, our special includes a bottle of wine," Pierre responded.
"Just a minute," he yelled.
He got up from the bed, leaving a distinct wet spot on the duvet. Kirsty
ducked into the bathroom to wipe herself off.
Dressed in a terry cloth robe and Pierre open the door and let the waiter
wheel in the cart.
"Will there be anything else sir?"
"No thank you." Pierre fished in his pants pocket for a twoonie. He
handed the two-dollar coin to the waiter and then asked " Er, how late
does the restaurant stay open."
"Till 10 sir. Thank you sir. Have a nice evening," the waiter answered
before departing.
Pierre knocked on the door to the bathroom. "Hun, we better get going if
we want a bit of dinner."
"Sure, I'm famished," Kirsty replied.
Something felt strange, but she wasn't sure what. She looked at herself
in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Her skin was flushed
from the excitement of their lovemaking. She eyed herself from head to
toe. She had long hair, pouty lips and doe-like eyes like drove Pierre
wild. She admired her strong biceps and cupped one of her breasts giving
the tiny nipple a playful twist.
"With a muscular chest like this, why do I bother to wear a bra," she
thought.
A few hairs, the strands no longer than a centimeter curled from her
aureole. She gave them a playful tug and felt that tingling between her
legs again, strong muscular legs, united at a dense forest of pubic hair
between them that trailed in a line up to her belly button.
"Yep", she thought, "I am a hottie, no, I am drop dead handsome!"
Her admiration was interrupted by Pierre's entry into the bathroom.
"Are you going to stand there all day admiring yourself or are you ready
for dinner. It's almost as if you never saw yourself naked before? What
are doing, taking inventory?" Pierre asked.
"Yep, and everything is exactly the way it should be. I gotta pee and
then I'll get dressed" she answered.
Pierre closed the door and Kirsty reached over to lift the toilet seat.
She paused, cocked her head and then lowered it again.
"Sitting to take a whiz ... what a bother," she thought.
At dinner Kirsty and Pierre discussed the events of her business trip as
they enjoyed each other's company. There was nothing unusual about
dinner, although Pierre noticed that Kirsty sat with her legs apart,
taking a less feminine posture than normal.
That night, as she slept, Kirsty heard the voice again. It was louder and
stronger than it had been before. No words could be discerned but somehow
its message seemed clear. Kirsty now knew where she going.
Getting dressed the next morning, Kirsty began to fasten her bra about
her chest. It seemed unusually tight this morning. She pulled the cups
around to the front and pulled the straps up to her shoulders. The cups
didn't sit quite right and looked slightly less than full.
"Must be losing weight," she thought. "Working out sure has improved my
muscle tone."
She pulled her panties up her legs. They, too, felt funny. Like they just
didn't fit her hips quite right. Unlike her bra, they seemed to be a bit
fuller though with a prominent bump protruding in the front.
At breakfast, Kirsty reminded Pierre that she wanted to run by Chinook
Centre for some new clothes.
"Why don't you run off to Canadian Tire and I'll invade the mall to get
everything I need," she suggested.
"Okay. Then what do you want to do?" Pierre refilled Kirsty's coffee cup.
Kirsty smiled a devious grin.
"Whoa partner! I still haven't recovered from last night," Pierre
laughed.
"How about some tennis?" Kirsty said as she took a gulp of coffee.
"Isn't it a bit chilly for that, Kirsty," Pierre observed.
"That's okay. The public courts won't be crowded. All I need are some
balls and a racket," she answered.
"What about me?" he asked
"You mean you didn't bring yours?" Kirsty smiled.
"Oh sure, they're right here in my pocket," Pierre observed.
"Look, I'll buy what we both need," Kirsty offered. "You just go and buy
whatever the Canadian Tire couple recommends. Don't they have some new
doo-hickey that we can't live without?"
Pierre cringed at the thought of being anything like the stars of the
company's TV adverts.
While Pierre settled their breakfast bill, Kirsty excused herself to use
the washroom. She walked down a short hallway near the kitchen entrance,
and passed by the door that said Women, and went around the corner for
the one label Men. She strode in, observed the urinals, paused for a
second, and then headed into on of the stalls. After she finished her
business she walked over to the mirror and rubbed her chin before washing
her hands.
Pierre was standing outside the Ladies room waiting for her as she came
around the corner.
"Kirsty, where were you, I've been waiting?" he asked with a puzzled tone
in his voice.
"Nothing, just, exploring."
"There will be plenty of that later on, Let's head out," Pierre asked,
acting as if nothing was wrong.
"Just have to run up to the room for a minute. Wait for me in the lobby."
Once back in their suite, Kristy stuffed her American Express Air Miles
credit card into her pocket, eschewing her purse. Before leaving she gave
her crotch an itch. "Damn slacks seems tight between my legs," she
thought as she made a mental note to get a new pair of jeans.
Agreeing to meet in the parking lot at 12 noon, Pierre went off in the
direction of Canadian Tire, while Kirsty headed off to the Bay. She made
a beeline straight for the men's department.
"May I help you?" an attendant beckoned.
"Yes I need a new pair of pants and wanted to get some Levi's Dockers,"
Kirsty answered.
By this time her voice has dropped several levels to a rich baritone. The
attendant gave her a strange look trying to figure out this gender
ambiguous looking person who had long hair, a feminine face, and was
wearing a pair of women's slacks and a blouse. A somewhat empty bra was
clearly visible beneath the blouse.
"Oh, all my clothes got dumped on the sidewalk at the airport," Kirsty
explained.
That still didn't clear up any confusion in the salesperson's mind, but a
sale's a sale he thought as he directed her to a display of Khakis.
"What size do you need?" he asked.
"Er, 12 I think," Kirsty answered.
"12? I don't think so. Maybe a 32 waist and, well, do you now your
inseam?" he asked.
"Ah, no," Kirsty replied.
"Perhaps a measurement is in order." The salesperson held a tape along
the inside of Kirsty's leg. As he did so, Kirsty felt that stirring in
her crotch once again. It was apparent to the clerk also, and he backed
away from the strangeness of a healthy male bulge in a par of women's
slacks.
"I think a 32 inch inseam will do," the clerk observed.
"Great. I'll take two pair. And give me 3 of those jerseys' over there.
Just an assortment of colours, please. Oh .. and I need underwear."
A neat display of Jockey Y-Fronts was off to side. Without giving it a
second thought, she picked up two packages and tossed them on the counter
before pulling out her American Express card.
Armed with the sizes she needed, Kirsty's next stops were Buffalo Jeans
for some casual wear and SportChek for everything her and Pierre would
need for tennis.
Arms loaded with packages, Kirsty stood next to their car in the parking
lot. Pierre, empty handed, walked up to her.
"I didn't see any that I wanted at Canadian Tire, but it looks like you
picked up a few things."
"Yeah, I got everything we need. I got us some news tennis rackets at
SportChek. Oh, and I got some balls," Kirsty answered.
Pierre looked her over, his eyes stopping momentarily at her crotch, and
answered. "Yes, I think you did."
"C'mon, let's get back to the room so that I can get out of these
clothes. They are so damn uncomfortable," Kirsty ordered.
Pierre tossed Kirsty's purchases in the trunk and they began the drive
back to the hotel. During the journey, Kirsty fidgeted in her sat, more
than once tugging at her bra and scratching her chest. Soon she had the
top two button of her blouse undone, allowing a tuft of chest hair to be
shown. She reaching inside her blouse and purposely scratched at her
chest, and then arranged her long hair about her face.
When they arrived at the hotel, Kirsty grabbed a few of the bags from the
back seat.
"You bring the rest. I have to take a whiz," she said as she walked
toward the hotel entrance, a determined pace in her strides.
Kirsty threw open the door to their suite and tossed the bags on the bed.
She quickly undid the belt on her slacks, pulled them down and kicked
them across the room. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a jersey, some socks, and
a package of Jockey Y-Fronts, she ran to the bathroom, pulling her blouse
over her hard and tossing it in the pile. With one hand, Kirsty yanked at
her panties ripping them off, and with the other lifted the total seat.
Taking her well-developed penis in her hand, she pointed it toward the
bowl and let go. When finished, she gave it a shake. Catching a glance in
the mirror, she gave her dick a stroke as she saw her reflection in the
mirror, her hairy masculine chest stretching her bra without filling the
cups. She quickly undid it as threw it in the direction of her panties.
Ripping at the package of Jockey Y-Fronts, Kirsty took out a pair, shook
the wrinkles out of them and pulled them up her legs. Once around her
waist, she adjusted her cock into position, snuggling it in the soft
cotton fabric. Her fingers traced the outline of the Y-front fly of her
underwear, and as she ran them along the length of her penis she felt a
shudder go through her body.
Pausing for a close examination in the bathroom mirror, she turned on the
hot water and washed her face. She picked up Pierre's can of shaving
cream and lathered up her face as she heard Pierre enter the hotel room.
Kirsty hollered, "I'll be ready in a moment, I just need to shave."
Looking carefully in mirror, Kirsty began shaving her feminine face, a
face framed by an equally feminine mane of hair. Once completed, she
wiped off the excess, and splashed herself with some of Pierre's
aftershave.
Glancing again in the mirror, she rubbed her hand over her hairy muscular
chest and then reaching inside her Jockey Y-Fronts, she cupped her
tightening balls before giving her stiffening dick a few jerks.
"Damn, I'm handsome," she thought as she gave herself a nonetheless
feminine come hither look.
Pierre banged at bathroom door. "C'mon, are you ready to play tennis or
not?"
"Just a moment," Kirsty answered in her new baritone voice.
She quickly pulled on the jersey and jeans. She gave herself on last
glance and gave her cock a squeeze before stepping out of the bathroom.
"That bag over there has our tennis shorts. You grab the balls and
rackets. We change at the courts," she observed.
Once at the courts they headed toward the lockerrooms. It being autumn,
they had the courts to themselves. Pierre entered the men's lockerroom
and Kirsty followed him. He gave her a curious glance, which she answered
with a look that said, "What?"
"Oh nothing," he answered.
They walked up to a pair of lockers and began undressing. Kirsty stripped
down to her Jockey Y-Fronts and Pierre did the same. She dug in the bag
from SportChek and handed him a jockstrap.
"One for you and one for me," she said as she turned her back to him and
peeled off her Jockeys.
Kirsty pulled on her jockstrap and turned around to face Pierre, now clad
in a similar manner. Her dick strained at the pouch of her jock, and the
sight of Pierre's dick bulge in his jock caused a tightening in her
balls. She moved toward him and took him in her muscular arms. Pierre's
dick nuzzled up against hers and she guided his head toward her tiny
nipples. She stuck her hand inside his jockstrap and began jerking him
off, as his erection grew.
Within moments, they lay in a 69 position on the hard concrete floor of
the men's lockerroom. Pierre nuzzled Kirsty's balls through the pouch of
her jockstrap while she took his dick into her soft feminine lips.
Stopping only for a moment, Kirsty ordered, "Take this girl's dick into
your mouth, Pierre."
Pierre pulled his girlfriend's penis out of the pouch of her jockstrap
and began to lick along the length of it. Then he circled the head with
his tongue before taking just the head into his mount. Kirsty moaned in
ecstasy as Pierre began sucking her dick. She guided his hand to her
hairy chest and where he teasing tugged at the hairs. Pierre licked at
Kirsty's balls and she felt her scrotum tighten at the touch of his
tongue.
"Oh yes! Pierre, my balls are getting so damn tight! I'm ready to
explode!" Kirsty moaned passionately.
They continued sucking each other's dicks until Kirsty felt her penis
grow stiffer, a wave of pleasure overtaking her senses. Just as Pierre's
dick began to spasm in her mouth, Kirsty felt an eruption of her own
semen spurt forth from her dick, filling Pierre's mouth.
After turning to face each other, they lay there for a moment in each
other arms. Finally Kirsty broke the silence.
"Do you still want to play tennis?" she asked.
"We could always go back to the hotel," Pierre answered.
"Sounds like a deal," they both said in unison.
They quickly dressed leaving on their jockstraps. Their lovemaking
continued in every fashion that night at the hotel, with few breaks. By
midnight they fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Kirsty awoke at 8 AM. Her hair was all tousled about
her face. She lay on her back and stretched before pulling back the
covers. Her pert breasts rose and fell as she yawned. She kicked at the
covers to reveal the now empty pouch of her jockstrap, stretched flat
across her pussy. Kirsty rolled over and adjusted the straps of her jock
around the cheeks of her rear. She gave Pierre a kiss.
"That was wonderful," she said.
"It was truly remarkable," Pierre replied.
They lay there enjoying the warmth of the bed for while until Kirsty felt
the call of her full bladder and excused herself to use the bathroom.
Pierre got out of bed and turned on his laptop as he heard the toilet
seat clunk down.
He began typing an email.
"Dear Koz - it worked great. I'll PayPal you the rest of the payment for
the programme when I get back to Red Deer. Merci - Pierre."
Pierre heard the flush of the toilet.
"Honey, I'm going to take a shower. Would you hand me a clean pair of
Jockey Y-Fronts," Kirsty yelled out from the bathroom.
"Oui, tres bien. It worked very well indeed," Pierre thought as he
clicked the send button.
Nadene
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