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Symphony - Part 3
By Rachel Saunders
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I was running down a corridor, my heart pounding in against the walls of
my chest. Each beat sounded like peels of thunder. My hands had a life of
their own as they reached for the piping. I swung up towards the ceiling
as my body pirouetted away from my pursuer. They barely had a chance to
realise what had happened when I dropped down onto them. Just as I was
about to land the final blow I opened my eyes.
The rush of breath filled my lungs as the early morning Californian sun
streamed through my windows. Summer was almost upon the base and the
stirring motes of dust lingering in the air scattered the light. My clock
only said 06:00 - I still had an hour before reverie, but my mind was too
alert now to get back to sleep. The symphony that filled my mind when I
slept both enthralled and disturbed me. They were so tangible that it
felt like a practice simulation, yet each morning I would awake and loose
touch with them within minutes.
Stretching I got out of bed and stripped off. I needed to continue with
my dilation, one of the banes of my surgery. Dr Mason had made it clear
that until I started either having intercourse or my periods I would have
to manually dilate at least once a day. As a man I found this sort of
thing stimulating, almost erotic, but in my new body it was an utter
chore.
After half an hour I finished and got into the shower. I feeling of the
water running over my skin was so sensual. The nano technology within me
heightened my sense of awareness, and the cybernetic relays in my brain
were only now beginning to cope with the sensory stimulation that flooded
through me.
I dressed in my new uniform which consisted of air force dress pants, a
woman's shirt, and a cravat. I had the choice of skirts or pants as did
any other female officer. I had tried the skirt on once, but I did not
feel comfortable wearing it. Somehow I still felt a fraud as a woman, and
it was only with Lydia's pushing that I had begun to dip my toe into the
new world I found myself in.
As reverie sounded I finished getting ready and made my way to the mess
hall. I had moved into my new quarters the weekend before as Dr Mason had
discharged me. My quarters were spacious, and they had probably belonged
to a more senior officer before I had arrived. Today I was meeting
Colonel Douglas for my formal signing and swearing in, which meant that
the whole surreal eight week period since my accident was finally
starting to solidify.
* * *
"So you understand your full duties and responsibilities Miss Cole?"
I nodded. I quickly reread my articles of enlistment. I was going to be
commissioned as Lieutenant in the American Air Force, and then
transferred to the agency on special secondment. This gave me an air of
legitimacy if I ever needed to work with the military.
"Sir, where will I be stationed?"
"Well when you transferred here last week you should have been told that
this is our training facility. Once you have completed your training you
will then be posted where ever you are required."
The Colonel didn't make any bones about the fact that I would probably
never be able to put down roots as long as I worked for him.
"We are not slave drivers, and ultimately you will be able to leave, but
the minimum term of service is five years. Once you have completed your
time you are free to go."
He handed me the pen on his desk. I didn't hesitate. I had made a bargain
with him when I was injured, and now I intended to live up to it. With a
flourish I signed away the next five years of my life.
"Very well, Lieutenant. You are now under my command. The agency is
slightly less formal, but we do expect you to follow the rules. I will
see you in due course for your one-to-ones, but in the mean time if you
have any questions please speak to Lieutenant Sturn."
I nodded, and reread the paper in front of me. Slowly it was starting to
sink in, and then suddenly I had the urge to burst into tears. Thankfully
the colonel dismissed me before I could breakdown in front of him.
I had skipped lunch to have the meeting, so I headed off toward the mess
hall in the hope of scrounging something to eat. My hormones were all
over the place, and I really wanted to sit down and put things in order.
The kitchen staff managed to rustle a sandwich together for me, and I sat
at a table by the big bay windows over looking the auxiliary runway.
Tears streamed down my face as I stared out over the apron. The blue sky,
wispy clouds, and early afternoon soon were so picturesque, yet I felt
utterly leaden inside. In the hope that I would not be crippled for life
I had been turned into a woman, and now I was part of a secret agency,
whose name I wasn't even allowed to know in full.
"What have I done?" I asked myself softly.
My reflection in the window caught my by surprise. I looked at myself
closely. Looking back was an attractive young woman with deep down eyes
and sandy hair. I gently touched my nose and lips - it was all too
surreal for me.
"Damn. What about all the touch football, hockey matches, nights with the
boys?" My ponderings were becoming a wake for my male self.
"I'm sure if you really want to play touch football I can get some of the
girls to join in."
I looked around. A woman with a lot of books stood by the edge of the
table. She smiled at my startled expression.
"The last time I played contact sports my dorm mate managed to knockout
two of her front teeth in a very hilarious way."
I had to laugh. I beckoned her to sit with me.
"I'm Jenna; I only got here at the weekend." I smirked as I offered my
hand.
"Christen, Christen Rogers. I'm one of the IT nerds on site. I get
rotated all around the country, and I only arrived a week last Monday
myself."
I found my appetite again as we chatted about our experience of the base,
and our histories prior to arriving. It was a good opportunity for me to
practice my cover story, and when I found out that she was here to work
on a new system for the agency I was thrilled.
"So how long are you here for?"
"Three or four months - I'm here to ensure that the database management
system is build to spec, and hopefully on time." She shook her head and
knocked the wooden table.
I looked at my watch and realised that I was going to be late for my
afternoon training session.
"Unfortunately I have a meeting in ten minutes - how do you fancy meeting
up after work for a drink?"
She smiled in a very endearing way. "Sure, the only problem is I have all
this reading to catch up on. Tell you what, why don't you come over to
mine about 8 O'clock and we'll order a pizza."
"Sounds like a deal - where shall I meet you?"
She pointed to the main entrance of the mess hall. "Is that okay?"
I nodded and made my farewells. As I left I turn back to look. She was
already head down in a pile of books highly engaged in her reading.
* * *
Lydia pushed me hard in the physical side of the afternoon session. The
cybernetics were designed as burst limbs, which meant that I could run up
to 50 miles an hour for about a few minutes, but they still burnt
calories. This meant that my appetite during training was immense, and I
have been eating 5 or 6 thousand calories a day.
"Jenna in order for you to retain your figure, and to ensure your
physical well being, you are going to have to exercise at least once a
day. Your bionics will become more attuned to your physiology the more
you use them, and as you develop you will be able to increase the length
of time you can perform at your optimum level."
Sweat was gushing down my body, and the weight of my augmented breasts
was still taking time to get used to. My whole body had to readjust, and
my centre of gravity in particular was a problem. As a guy I could run a
mile in 5 minutes with too much effort. The bionics meant I could run a
mile in just over a minute, but my body was so worn out by the end of it
I felt like death warmed up.
Lydia advised that she was happy with the way things were progressing,
and she joined me in the pool to warm down after the sessions. In her
uniform she had a nice figure, but put her in a swimming costume and she
was a knock out. As much as I wanted to flirt with her, the professional
side of my brain won out, and I never once let slip that I found her
attractive. Besides, she had met a Captain a couple of days previously
who she really liked.
After we got out of the pool and dried off we headed to the mess hall to
wind down. Dinner was being served, and I tucked into a healthy portion.
Even with the pizza that was promised later my body still craved the
calories.
"So tell me more about your mysterious Captain." I teased.
She blushed. Lydia Sturn actually blushed. "Well, erm, he's about 5'10,
has black hair, brown eyes that make me melt whenever I look into them,
and he flies C130's."
I laughed. The C130 pilot's had a reputation for being solid and
dependable, the opposite of the fighter jockeys stationed on the other
side of the base. She went on to tell me all the gossip about them, and
how he had promised to take her into the desert next weekend. She wasn't
smitten yet, but she was getting that way.
I realised the time, and after giving her a quick hug goodbye made my way
back to my room to change. As the evenings were chilly I decided to try
one of my new cord skirts. I knew that I couldn't stay in jeans forever,
so I felt brave enough to wear it out of my quarters. I twinned it with a
nice top that Lydia had helped pick out for me on the first excursion I
had made off base.
By the time I was ready it was 19:40, and suddenly I had butterflies in
my stomach. I realised that I felt really nervous, and that I really
wanted to make a good first impression for Christen. I made my way to the
mess hall, and saw her standing outside with two pizza boxes in her arms.
"You look really nice this evening" she said as she handed the boxes to
me. She proceeded to scoop up the pile of books by her feet and off we
went.
Her quarters were slightly smaller than mine, but were already becoming
very homely. The d?cor was a bit nerdy; the metal t-rex on the window
ledge was definitely a nice touch. The candle light in the room made the
atmosphere really relaxes, almost groovy.
Christen got a couple of plates and we cracked open a couple of bottles
of imported beer. The pizza was nice, though the chill in the air had
cooled them. As we munched through the food we discussed life, and
eventually we came onto the subject of relationships.
"So there was this one girl in junior who I kissed when... I... was..."
Oh shit! My mouth ran away from me as I realised that I had blown my
cover.
"You kissed a girl in junior high? What did it feel like?" Christen
looked slightly apprehensive.
"Ummm... her lips were very sweet." I paused wanting, needing, to know
her response.
She smiled, looked down, and bit her lip. When she looked up there was a
hunger in her eyes that I had seen in some of my prior girl friends.
"I have a slight confession. I am bi-sexual, and when I was at MIT I had
a long term girl friend. Her name was Nicole, but once I started working
for the military we drifted apart."
It was like a choir of angels had gone off in side my head. How ironic
that I end up on an air force base on the other side of the country, and
the first woman who I meet likes other women. The male side of me
screamed result; the female side of me glowed.
"Wow. I must admit that... the candle light does make you look
beautiful." Now it was my turn to try on cheesy chat up lines.
Christen blushed. It highlighted her freckles, and made her look so cute.
"Jenna... I have another confession. From the moment I saw you in the
mess hall all I could think about was kissing your lips..."
She reached over and gently planted a kiss on my lips. Softly, tenderly,
delicately she made her move. My senses filled with her perfume, the
scent of her hair, the ecstasy as she fan her finger tips down the side
of my face.
And an instant later it was over.
"Sorry... I..."
I smiled the most serene smile in my entire life. This time it was me who
made the move. The lingering moments of each kiss felt sublime, and each
one added to the symphony of my dreams. After a final kiss I made my
goodbyes, wishing that I would explore my emotions further. I gave her my
number, and asked her to call me. She smiled, and the look in her eyes
conveyed all that I needed to know.
To be continued...
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