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Kinect Beta Test by Louise You know, I have always been more of a PS-guy. Don't know why, but it just intrigued me more to play Playstation games. What I liked most was to play Tekken V all night long with some friends. We even did some real tournaments now and then. It just started when we got bored by the standard tournament and watched Bloodsport on DVD later that night for maybe the hundredth time. Somehow we came up with the idea to play Tekken but Bloodsport Tournament style. Everybody had to select a character and got to practice one week. Then we would fight each other the next weekend and the first to win three matches would get into the next level - battling the winners of the other knock-out competitions. (Yes, I know this is not exactly Bloodsport style, but otherwise it would have been over way too soon.) We kept a sheet with the record for the fastest knock-out and the most severe punch a.s.o. Three of us, which were not in the fight, acted as jury. I chose Bruce Irvin in that first tournament. I though he was kind of cool. Tall, lean, something in between a Maori or Hawaiian surfer dude and warrior. His tattoos on the dark skin, his well-defined muscles, especially those shoulder muscles, were magnetic to me. Not that you get me wrong, I am totally into girls and I don't have any homoerotic dreams. It's just I wished I had a bit more of his figure. I was not looking that bad, you know, but just a bit plain maybe. Standing six foot tall straight was average, but a good four five inches short for my liking. I had a slight natural tan, not unusual for someone with my dark blonde almost brownish hair and brown eyes. Although I worked in IT I was not the computer nerd you might imagine now. You see, I got broad shoulders from lots of sports I did as a kid. I used to be athletic - just muscles no fat - as one says. I was no winner, but much better than average in most what I liked. Swimming, running, cycling, climbing - basically everything that required stamina and endurance. Then, way over 30, age and job and family and stress - each took its toll and covered my six-pack with some tissues of fat, softened my defined muscles and left me without much hair to talk about. That is if you don't count that on my belly, back and in my ears. Which I definitely don't! [Uhh, gross!] I still wonder where I turned left instead of right to end there. I still watched my diet [more or less], did some sport [more less] and tried to keep my shape [and failed miserably! *chuckle*]. So you see, that's why and because of the Thai boxing moves I choose Irvin. Someone my mirror could show me more of. [I would prefer better not] I guess I was lucky that day, maybe I practiced a bit more or on a higher level than my buddies, since they had much stronger avatars then Bruce. Still I finished second right after Kazuya Mishima, but before Heihachi Mishima, who should have won that tournament, with one hand tied behind his back in "reality", if you know what I mean. From that point on we would fight each other as often as our schedules (and wives and kids and all that) would let us. While it took us longer and longer to finish the tournament I dropped down the ranks and got to judge more than play. So I started to practice more often and longer. As you might already know even real red-blooded males like me [C'mon, tell that one again! *chuckle*] would like to play the female characters from time to time. To tell the truth, I believe more than half of the male players play more than half of their matches with female characters if not all of the time. I guess if you are together with friends - make that macho-male friends - you will choose the most-macho male character available, but when alone... Let's say it's kind of neat when a girl does exactly what you want her to. And if that goes hand in hand with smashing the macho-male opponent into the ground the better. So I started to play Nina Williams, Christie Monteiro and Michelle Chang alot during training. While Nina was the most powerful and frightening for the macho side of my brain, I liked the native-american touch of Michelle and the bikini- clad body of Christie. What started as a minor diversion in my training session with Bruce, became more and more of a habit. Finally I would stomp Heihachi Mishima to the ground with each of them even when set the computer opponent to very strong. By chance in one of our next tournaments my buddies took pity on me and proposed everybody got to play with two characters each. So even if one dropped out of competition he got a second chance with his other avatar. I chose Christie and Nina which startled my friends. But - be it for the eye-candy, out of compassion or friendship or just because secretly they would have wanted to do so, too, but didn't dare - none of them uttered a word not even raised a brow. (At least as far as I was aware of.) First I played Christie and avoided most of the special moves, but each time I was too close to lose I finished them off - one by one. That was the shortest tournament ever. Next time all my buddies were clad in bikinis, skirts and any female attire Tekken would provide - or better their avatars were, since now we had Christie, Nina, Anna, Julia, Ling, Jun, Asuka and Kunimitsu fighting their way to the top. But I think I am driftin' off. A few months ago I was lucky again [Yeah, as if!] and was selected to beta-test the upcoming XBox 360. In case you don't know yet, it comes in a shiny black armor, has WiFi, digital audio output and a bigger fan making less noise than the previous model. But best of all will be a camera to go along with, called Kinect. It will be a generation ahead of cameras available before. It will be much more accurate in detecting the player and its moves. Further it will have higher sophisticated algorithm to analyze more details like shape and dimensions and even facial expressions as well as body language. Have you ever had the desire to cuddle a tiger or play hide-and-seek with one? Using Kinect you can now - kind of. With the beta box there came some games. One of them was Kinectimals. There you can have cyber- pets and interact with them. They are cute animals and act kind of cute too. My kids were immediately hooked and drawn in. It's quite easy to immerse into their fantasy world. You see, we have this game room in the basement of our house. A projector beams pictures out of the box (sorry for the pun) direct at a wall. Since it covers the wall completely it is like stepping through a door into a magic kingdom or at least watch it from a balcony. I placed the camera right there, so Kinect could capture one's body and feed those data into the game. When the kids were in bed I browsed through the rest of the games. There were some sports related ones and some more related to gaming, but basically everything came down to 'move yourself in front of the lens'. Then a brown envelope caught my eyes. Scribbled upon was "Star Wars teaser". I feed the disc into the console and after loading I was rewarded with ... darkness. 'Great!' I thought, 'what a tease!'. But when I bent down to eject the disc, the typical humming noise of a light-saber made me jump - literally. There it was again, although this time it had more a whooshing sound like it cutting through air fast. I froze. 'What the hell was that' was all I could think. As I tried to find my composure it remained silent around me. I strained my eyes and ears, but nothing solved the mystery. It was as dark as it can be when the projector tries to display a black scene. The wall was glowing just a bit by this and sparse light, poking through the fan grill of the projector, vaguely illuminating the room. The fan produced the only buzzing noise - beside my blood rushing through my ears in hammering speed. I lifted one arm in front of me to start walking to the wall, where the XBox would be, and stopped dead when the hum came back. On the spur of the moment I stretched both arms out front, placing the right clenched fist above the left. A short hum was heard and then with a short delay the electro-static buzz grew stronger and the light-saber seem to grow in my hands. After a bit of shock I moved my hands a fraction and the saber followed. Now I saw it was just a projection of neon-green at the wall in front of me, but still pretty cool. My left hand let go of the hilt I imagined, but nothing changed. I did some fencing moves with my right hand and the green light followed my moves. When I unclenched my right fist too and the bar of green light vanished. 'Wow, pretty cool!' I placed the fists, imitating Luke Skywalker again, in front of me and the green light grew back into a blade of light. Suddenly a small hovering globe appeared left of it. It danced a bit up and down, swayed left and right and seemed to mock me with beeping sounds. I raised my hand towards the globe and it fled from my sword- Only to inch back and forth right in front of the blade just to tease me further. What ever I did, I didn't even get close to touch it. "Weak the force it is in him. Train, young Jedi, you must" I told myself in a horrible Yoda imitation. That reminded me of other games I saw before. There was something about fitness, I recalled. Browsing through the stack of discs again I found "Dance Central" and "Your Shape Fitness Evolve". I skipped the first one - 'Truly manly men do not dance! Arnold doesn't dance, he can hardly walk.' I though while I mimicked my favorite scene of In & Out - before turning the second one over to see what it was about. The cover mentioned Aerobics, Thai Chi and Yoga. 'Close enough to Yoda, I guess' [owww, not even close to a pun!] So I opted for Yoga first. I was greeted by a pale screen. It sported an image of a young woman on the left and on the right just the dark silhouette of a guy. Both were looking quite fit. I tried to move the focus to the male, but the cursor stuck with the girl. I assumed, since this was a beta version, too, and fitness games generally geared towards women - to get them to buy console games and equipment, which was a guy's domain just a few years ago - most likely the female avatar was the first to be developed. So I stuck with the girl and pressed play. This brought me to a screen where to fill in some data and preferences. Easy enough it started with height (6 foot) and weight (184 pounds) but switched to fitness questions then. - How often do you exercise (once a week) - Have you done Yoga before (no) and a few more questions like that. Next page left me a bit curious. - What would you like to gain from exercising: Health (100% ) Peace of mind (90%) Stress relieve (70%) Tension release (90%) Stamina (60%) Trim body (80%) Flexibility (75%) Balance (30%) Grace (0%) I guess, I could use a bit grace [A BIT? *giggle* Even 100% would not be enough], but which manly man would dare say so? [REAL manly man certainly could get away with it... *snort*] Probably because of the trim body preferences I got to a page where I could specify some more. Already a bit annoyed by all those questions I ticked slim hips, slim waist, defined breast and flat belly. Breasts startled me a bit, but then I recalled I was in the female mode of the game. So it surprised me not half as much as it might have before when next page showed a female silhouette and next to it a semi-transparent picture of me. I was asked to center my image into the silhouette and I inched through the room until it fit in height and was centered. After a short scan I had to turn around, facing left and right and in between spread my arms sidewards. Next I was told to wait while data was being processed and a bar grew with progress. Following screen showed a dark silhouette again, but this time it resembled mine. I was quite pleased to see my wide shoulders and narrow hips and strong thighs still showing from my history in sport. As silhouette it was emphasized nicely. So did it too when it started to change to show my profile. My tummy was now quite noticeable and so was my slouching. I propped myself up a bit immediately, although I was aware my neck kept somewhat angled from all those years in front of the keyboard and crouching in chairs. A panel appeared to the right. It listed my current age and height, weight, body mass index and below weight and body mass index recommended healthy for a woman(!) my height and age. [Woohoo! Just great!] Next to it was another set of values, what my weight and body mass index could be like when estimated from my build. Regarding this I should be able to come down to about 140 pounds. Not too close to the lower bound of a healthy BMI, but still pretty low for my liking. Still looking at those values really fascinated I suddenly noticed a red line drawn on my silhouette. I reckoned that might be the contour which could be achieved. [oh really?*snicker*] The thighs were slimmed down noticeably. I guessed it assumed my muscled thighs to be formed by fat typical to the females of our species. While my hips were basically right under that red line it curved significantly inwards where my love-handles hid what could [make that should!!!] be my waist. It followed my upper body closely and did not deviate from the outline of my shoulders to much but surely indicated slimmer arms and more narrow shoulders. When the silhouette changed back to what I looked from the side, the red line first followed closely to my own outline but still leaving a clear feminine impression of shapely legs. When it came to my derriere for the first time the line indicated there should be more [make that would! *hopeful thinking*]. Before I got "too excited" it sobered me by showing what a tummy should look like and by how much my belly stood out prominently. Only asking, which month I was in, would have been more devastating for me. [Keeping hopes high might help] The tummy proposed by the red line was nice and flat beside that distinct small bulge between venus mound and navel I adore so much on my better half. For me it's a reminiscence of giving me two wonderful kids as well as being erotically feminine and soft. A nice place to rest my hand upon and showing my affection, love and protection while snuggling next to each other. Maybe it is a bit of jealousy, too. Being so close to where the gift of life is passed-on and still so far away from it. Speaking of bulge, the read line cut straight through my significant bulge, protruding prominently a few inches below. Okay, not as prominent and significant as I liked to imagine, but still enough to be a great lover and father of two kids. [oh, c'mon, get a grip!] I already expected what came next from the previous course of the line. It expanded outwards, where a mature woman would. Although just a bit larger than my pecs with their flabby layer of fat, the red line projected a nice bust-line adding the exclamation mark to 'totally femme'. Meanwhile I had accepted the game comparing me to an optimized female version of myself. What else should it portrait, when expecting me to be female. If I would lose 40 or 50 pounds it would definitely show somewhere else, I was sure. [*chuckle* My what a self-confidence! But keep going!] That occupied, I registered only marginally, optimization included uncranking my neck and slimming it down. The contour of an "en vogue" hair-style finished the picture to its benefit. Finally, the training session could begin. Another pale screen came in view and an Indonesian quiet music began to play. You could hear some rustling leaves and wind, an occasional twitter of a tiny bird and a waterfall in the distance. This matched the landscape displayed. My avatar - a female one of course - stood right on the surface of a lake. Next to the shore grew a tree and a bit further away a small creek dropped down some rocks. Where the male avatar had been another female character appeared. It was no longer just a silhouette, but an avatar similar to mine. She was dressed in a traditional Chinese suit as I used to see in those Hong- Kong kung-fu flics in the eighties. Her features were clearly Chinese, too. Her long black hair fell down to the middle of her back. She gestured to follow her moves and bowed towards me. I did the same and so did my avatar, only he - better she - stopped when I did so to watch her bow. I went erect and so did she. Just to see what was going on, I waved at her and she waved back with right the same extend, speed and direction. Only a slight lag was recognizable, even when I changed speed and direction rapidly. When I dropped my arm her arm dropped too and left me quite amazed. In the meantime the Chinese girl stood there and waited for my attention to come back to her. Then she explained her name was Jiao and she would test my current fitness. I just should follow her every move best I could. She started with an exercise called 'warrior'. I had to make a big step forward and angle that leg. The other one stuck out straight backwards. Jiao told me to lift my head as if a puppet player pulled the string top of my head. I straightened my back and squared my shoulders. Then I mimicked Jiao pressing the palms of my hands together in front of my chest. My avatar followed suit. I stood like this til my whole body started to heat up and tremble. Short before I lost my balance Jiao brought her arms above her head and stretched them backward, hands interlocked. I managed to do so shortly but then my legs gave up and I tumbled to the floor. Surprisingly my avatar start to fall, too, but then decided to leave that experience uniquely mine and returned to a waiting position. I stood up and Jiao continued as if nothing had happened. Next was the 'tree'. I had to stand on one leg and put the foot of the other against the inner thigh of the first, sole pressed flat along the inner thigh. In parallel I had to press the palms against each other again in front of my chest. When it came to entwine my arms around each other I lost balance again. After a few more of those exercises Jiao took a break and explained I had only rudimentary skills and less than average fitness. Coming from a game and a Chinese character I felt devastated. Because both should be overly polite, I assumed. Luckily(?) Jiao said it was not hopeless and she already had a perfect set of exercises for me. But instead of Yoga I would start with Tai Chi. The scenery morphed into a Chinese park and the avatars appeared on a juicy green lawn. Jiao began with guiding me in how to breath correctly. The three of us swung our arms sidewards inhaling slowly and back towards the stomach breathing out. There our hands would rest shortly forming a boat or a cradle before start breathing and arm-swinging again. This was accompanied by Zen music and sounds of nature. After a while we changed to forming a ball of qi out of the air in front of our stomachs. Virtually focusing energy of life inside by mimicking to compress it outside of the body. Then we switched to what I called slow-motion or stop-motion kung-fu. [oh yeah the world revolves around you] But the thing is, if you do it yourself it becomes clear quite fast that it requires training, precision and even some energy. [Uhuu, don't tell!] Everything has to be done in a flow. The body has to swing and when done accurately your muscles will contract and relax alternately to gain strength and calm. But as I was a complete and let's say ignorant beginner [make that stupid and self-centered male! *giggle*] I lacked those skills too and gained only sweat and muscle soreness. [uuuh should mommy come and pet you, big boy?] Jiao was as patient as a rock and corrected me on every wrong move and motion, doing the correct moves over and over again. A trail of purple smoke followed her extremities to clearly show where I went wrong. After a while the landscape transformed itself into a stage or a dance studio. With it Jiao morphed into Cindy, which introduced herself as my Aerobic dance coach. The music gained some BPM and reminded me of 'Flashdance'. Cindy started bopping up and down, as did her blonde ponytail. White sneakers and a turquoise leotard - her look was soo eighties it beamed me back to when I had hit on such girls [...and miserably failed! *snicker*] during my youth. Before I knew it I was bopping to the beat, too, mimicking her every motion with a wide smile on my face. After only one song [wasn't it at least a very, very long song? *chuckle*] I was panting and huffing like an old stream engine. [He huffed and puffed and blew the whole house... but no! Thank God, it was made of bricks... no pun intended! *giggle*] Cindy kept hopping and bopping from one foot to the other, doing kicks in between, waving her arms to the left and to the right while twisting pelvis and knees in opposite direction. I tried to follow as best as I could but I felt like an old jade trying to race a filly. Right with the end of that second song I collapsed to the floor. I lay there trying to catch my breath, while the two girls stood there as calm as a lake on a sunny fall day. I hadn't watched my female me - fem-me (?!?) [okay, that's a nice pun, I have to admit] - while I danced, but I am pretty sure even in duplicating my every move she looked a lot better than I did. While I lay there I half expected them to chitty-chat with each other about weather, hair-does, make-up and weak men like the one on the floor over there. That gave me a kick to pull myself together, pick me off the floor and get upright again. A bit wobbly on the legs I realized the girl on the left side was me - you know, not really me, but somehow me as in not some chatty other girl. You know, what I mean, don't you? [There it goes! Don't twist your brain! You were not to find out then!] No, I mean, as soon as I got upright she started to copy my moves exactly again. She simply had neglected or skipped my "low moves" ? again. When I had steadied myself enough the studio vanished replaced by the lake-scene and Cindy became Jiao again. She asked me how I felt and if I was ready to test my skills of Yoga again. Obviously she didn't expect an answer and before I could mutter something like "what good should it do, I AM EXHAUSTED!!!" she started the tests over again. [Aw, poor baby!] Soon I did the warrior, the tree and all that again. A bit wobbly first but still I seemed longer in balance. I don't know if that was out of exhaustion or for real, but it felt twice as long as at my first Yoga session. In the end Jiao congratulated me and 'Fem-me' bounced happily up and down, clapping her hands like an excited teen. That brought another smile to my lips and I felt content in my universe. So when I bent down to eject the disc and discovered the Star Wars teaser again, I slipped it in the drive without a second thought. Everything went dark again until I put my fists on top of each other and the light-saber came to life humming and hissing. As soon as I adopted a fencing position this quirky little globe came buzzing back and made beeping sounds, mocking me once more. This time I handled the hilt much better since I touched it almost twice. Then out of the blue I recalled a Tai Chi move, put it into action and split the globe into two pieces. With beeps, I can only think of as nagging or moping, the halves came back to life and reshaped into a sphere again. This time it kept a larger distance from my sword and stopped beeping so mockingly. 'Wow! After only some minutes of Tai Chi! Maybe it is worth to keep it up!' manifested shortly on my mind, before I switched everything off and headed up-stairs to get some food, drinks and rest - not necessarily in that order... During the next weeks I kept going down to the game room and doing the 'beta test' as I told my honey bunny. Whenever the kids were in bed, my share of chores around the house done and some minutes to spent on myself I practiced. While first it took me some mere ten to fifteen minutes to collapse to the carpet panting when doing Aerobics, it became more and more extend over the next weeks. After three weeks I was up to at least half an hour. Of course, doing half an hour of Tai Chi and half an hour of Aerobics I started to sweat a lot. Okay, my clothes were not that perfect to exercise either. I started wearing my normal street wear, not much later switched to t-shirts and baggy swim trunks - you know, the ones which looks like oversized boxers or Bermuda shorts. But as you might imagine, although quite alright for Tai Chi and mostly for Yoga, they were completely unsuitable for Aerobics. I could not kick my legs high enough without getting some burns and scratches from the seams scrubbing my thighs. Which was nothing compared to some serious squeezing of the family jewels, when the lower leg of the trunks was caught by my knee. [Ouchi, even I could fell it!] After I had doubled over in pain once too many - this time collapsing to the floor gasping for air to relieve some pain instead of get some oxygen into my lungs - I went upstairs to find something more suitable. I browsed through the racks and drawers, but came off short anything better. I already expected it before since the trunks had not been my first choice but more my only one. So I went through the last corners of the closets hoping for some old "rags" from my more active days. I really found some old stuff. Only they were my wife's sports gear of the late eighties / early nineties. Sins of our youth - long-sleeved leotards and catsuits, leggings, thick woolen white stirrup socks, sweatbands and so on. With my luck leggins, leotards and catsuits were of neon-colored or at least brightly colored spandex. Short of anything else that left me with some clearly feminine attire or trunks providing unwanted attention to the origin of my male pride. Gulping down any pride surfacing right then I opted for the first variant. I assumed the spandex would fit over my bigger frame as well. Kind of 'one size fits all' thingy. I tried on the leggings first since they were closest to the track suit I had worn those years ago. But being my wife's before two pregnancies they had quite a waist now tugging into my waist's fat very uncomfortably. I guessed then would be only catsuit or leotard left for me. While the leotard was light blue and had a high cut the catsuit was bright pink. 'What's the lesser of two evils?' I was not prepared to torture 'mini-me' down there with the narrow crotch material but neither to wear pink. At last I surrendered to comfort over look - opting for the pink catsuit. Nobody would gonna see me wearing this anyway. I struggled quite a bit to get into the body glove. It was tight around my thighs and arms, while the rest was mostly okay, although being still a snug fit. After some stretching and flexing it became almost comfortable with a hint of erotic. Knowing to wear feminine attire while your wife and kids were just a few steps away was kind of stimulating and gave me a thrill. [O c'mon, you know you wanted to jack off right then and there, but you couldn't get to it without undressing completely! Right? *grin wickedly*] Feeling that way I stepped over to the mirror. It was not quite the 'ten pounds of potatoes in a five- pound bag'-look but 'stuffed sausage' came to mind, nevertheless. I went back over to the closet almost ready to strip my pink peel when the stirrups caught my eyes again. My mind drifted back to Cindy. Yes, she wore some stirrups along with her sneakers and sweatbands. Additionally, a white belt tied lose around her waist. I dug into the stack of clothes I had excavated from their wooden tomb in the closet. There was a leotard I ignored before. It was a light- grey cotton one with shoulder straps starting short above the waist and a white stitched-on belt. I slipped into it, then fitted the stirrups and donned the sweatbands around my wrists. I stood up and let a hand glide over the different clothes. The silky texture of the spandex catsuit, the smooth, soft cotton of the leotard covered my hairy skin and felt alien to my touch. It was kind of sensory overload. My skin tingled to my own touch as if done by someone else, while my hands reported they'd touched a female body back to my brain. Quite confusing and intriguing at the same time. I stepped in front of the mirror once more and was shocked. Gone was the pink sausage. Leotard and accessories accentuated some parts while hid others and most of all took away the dominance of pink. Not that I really got a figure right there, but it somehow reminded me more of girls doing aerobics in the eighties. Luckily there was still my same old face on top. [You are glad about that face? Cheez, you need help!] I hurriedly buried the other things back into their grave, closed the closet and sneaked to the bedrooms door. I listened shortly, but all I could hear was my heart beating like a drum in my ears. I gulped down some panic and opened the door as noiseless as I could. I slipped out the door, down the carpeted stairs til I was just inches away from the living room. My sweetie sat in her lazy chair reading Cosmopolitan or something like that, facing away from me. I tiptoed to the next flight of stairs and weaseled down to the basement. My back slumped against the door I had just silently closed behind me. I stood there and tried to calm down. 'Wow, what an adrenalin rush!' Training was much better that day. First Jiao told me I had graduated to the next level and Cindy did point out only a few errors. Although all in all I exercised almost two hours I was more lightheaded than exhausted. I did not transpire that much, too. I assumed this to be a benefit of "my" new clothes. Speaking of those. They really were comfortable. They snug to my every curve. [Not then, buddy!] Even the small strip of cloth of the leotard pressing on my crotch hadn't been too unpleasantly - quite vice versa. [Don't tell me, you creamed your pants or should I say your wife's?!?! *giggle*] I was so enthusiastic I also started the Star Wars teaser which I hadn't done for over a week. I was so occupied with Yoga, Tai Chi and Aerobics I simply had forgotten about it. I started as usually, but this time I sliced the globe in halves any time I wanted. It was almost as if I splitted it before I thought about to move at all. "Strong the force it is, young Jedi! Trained well you have!" I intoned along the sad beeping of the little sphere. I even splitted the globe twice in one fluid move - drawing an eight with the tip of the saber. That time the globe did not reassemble itself. That is, not into one globe. Now there were two globes about half the size of the original one. They started interacting with each other like a flock of birds or a shoal of seafish. They moved just out of my reach whenever I attacked and they swung around each other changing directions synchronously as if connected by an invisible line. On the other hand they circled around my blade, what I could only compare to a pack of wolves since there was something predatory about them. Soon they started to attack. My sword was hit by tiny red laserlike beams. Each time they hit my blade grew darker and its humming seemed to lessen a fraction. When I avoided those sneaky little spheres just long enough my light-saber seemed to recover. Anyhow it did not take them to long to bring my energy level down. My blade vanished with a final buzz and I stood there 'empty-handed' when the light came back on. Before heading upstairs I remembered the way I was dressed and that my sweetie might wait for me in bed already. So I turned to the laundry room, undressed dumped my clothes a bit hidden in a corner next to the washing machine and picked up a shirt I had worn yesterday. Then I went upstairs, slipped through our bedroom into our adjoining bath and took a shower. When I lay next to my girl, she crept close to me and rested her head on my chest. I put an arm around her and tasted that lovely smell of her hair. But still I could not put my mind at ease and spent a long time sleepless. Did the dressing mean anything to me? Was it something bad or had I just been practical? What was happening to me? I never thought I would wear anything clearly made for women although you could see a unitard as uni-sexed. But with that color? Was I still straight or did I uncover a hidden desire? Why had I dressed without a second thought and even liked it? [Be true to yourself! You adored the feeling on your skin and you fell for your reflection!] I would buy an unitard of my own right tomorrow. With that determination I finally found some sleep. Next day on my way home I visited a mall. As soon as I entered 'All about Sport" I became a bit nervous. It's not like boasting about a new bat or latest developments in compound bows, when you try to by a catsuit as a man. I waited until no-one was around the gymnastics and dancing stuff, while pretending to look at fishing gear. Then I went over to gymnastics. I could stop myself from whistling at last second. This would have been too 'inconspicuous' - just like a neon sign 'I am no pervert'. I ignored all the shiny and glamorous ones, hurriedly going for plain dark blue and black. I settled for a night-blue one and went to pay as fast as possible short of running. The sales lady did not bat an eye nor gave me any suspicious looks. She just summed up, got me a plastic bag and wished me a nice day and to come back soon with a warm motherly smile. Outside while trying to calm down I asked myself, why I was so fierce and tense in the first place at all. I bought some unisex stuff dedicated to sport which had nothing sexual or erotic to speak of and still I was high on adrenalin and it turned me on. That evening I tried on my blue catsuit as soon as possible. It gave me a nice build, showed some muscles and definition - just as male as a ballet dancer. Instead I thought of comic heroes and was on my way to get some male pride back I had lost somewhere yesterday. That was until I started the Kinect games. That day nothing worked out as expected. Jiao and Cindy kept nagging at everything I did, short of standing. Maybe they would have done that too, if any programmer had thought about a routine to analyze standing and waiting. I guess I was lucky not to fall back to beginners level. So I switched it of soon, not sure what I did different from yesterday. Star Wars was even worse. I had problems to start the light-saber let alone move it. Frustrated I stopped the game. The light came on and I went to the laundry room head hanging. When I undressed I didn't bother to switch on the light. I threw my unitard in the corner where the other one gloomed in the shadows. Suddenly it vanished. I went there and although I could not see it I felt the heap of cloth. I pulled at the uppermost one and suddenly the gloom came back. 'Just great! Of course the camera could not see enough of my dark suit in the dark room.' While neon colors catch wavelengths invisible to the human eye and convert them to visible ones, dark colors absorb light. Thus neon colors seem to glow because they emit more light then we see fall on them. The camera surely emits infrared light which is greatly absorbed by a dark suit. All the while a neon suit would be as visible as a torch. Immediately I donned my yesterday's attire again and started another training session. Everything worked out even better than the day before. This settled, I opted for being practical instead of queer and shoved any further doubt away. Another two weeks flew by. Training became a routine and I didn't think too much about my gear. Between Cindy and 'Fem-me' I just felt like one of the girls. [Oh, this is just sooo great!] They did not make fun of me (of course, how could they) and so it became just things I had to wear for the 'job on hand'. Soon I gained a few levels in fitness as well as fencing. Albeit I have to confess, I did not play Star Wars as half as often and regularly as I did my Aerobics. I just loved to work out more and more. After eight weeks Jiao brought me back to a room where one wall resembled the examination chart from my first day. She asked me to stand and move like when I set up the game. After some processing the chart came up front and my silhouette appeared and with it the red line of what I could look like. Then a green line was drawn on top starting at my feet. It began following the old contour of my feet and ankles but went inwards where my calves showed my affection for hard off-road mountain biking. It matched my knees' outline shortly only to continue inside the silhouette of my thighs. It traced the outline of my buttocks and hips only to curve-in quite a bit where my silhouette sported those lovehandles. My upper body mostly matched the green line - except my shoulders, upper arms and neck exceeded the green line a bit. [whoo- hoo, keep going, sexy!] The red line had mostly vanished, because it was painted over by the green one. Where it still showed it was outside the green one. Just then the thought sank in that the red line should have been the optimized contour of what 'Fem-me' could gain. And I had exceeded those expectations! Then my silhouette switched to the profile one. The red line of my feminized contour added as an overlay. I was still bit of shocked from what I have seen before. Did the green line mean the progress I had made towards a nice womanly figure? And I had a slimmer waist than my idealized feminine body could have? Did this mean I was looking girlish from behind? My mouth already agape I watched in fascination and horror as the green line made its way up the shadow of myself those eight weeks ago. Again it slimmed down my legs to a sexy feminine shape. My bottom sticked out a little but luckily not as far as the red line would like to inflict on me. The belly was gone and although my spine curved nicely inward, the outline of my tummy was as flat as a sportive woman could hope for. 'Was that what I thought of myself now? Naah! This is just a game', I kept reminding myself [Uuh, sweet ignorance - what an even sweeter bliss ... For ME!] Then I followed still open-mouthed as the green line bulged significantly outward away from my pecs. Had I had any hope left to see a well-defined, muscular chest it was shreddered when there protruded the contour equivalent to a small cup B instead. Immediately I gazed down where unmistakeably a bulge should show off what I am. But even there the red and green lines cut right through the former hump. I stood there mesmerized for a few seconds which felt like hours. I was to paralyzed to move a fingertip let alone look down to see with my own eyes. That's when Jiao came back in view and Cindy and Fem-me were bouncing up and down right and left behind her. They were cheering, clapping hands and whooing while smiling from ear to ear. Still not able to move I felt a warm affection, pride and joy emerge from my inner self and surfacing in a tiny, timid smile. Jiao told me I had mastered the first level and then the screen changed again. My new silhouette moved to the right and a new red line appeared - even more feminine in proportion. Atop a button flashed "Continue?". There I fled from the room. In a rush I was up the stairs, through our bedroom and inside the bathroom. I had forgotten about how I was dressed, to open and close the doors silently, not to mention to close the bathroom's door at all. I undressed in front of our full-length mirror and stared at the reflection staring back at me. There was this guy, at least I thought it was a guy - by the look at his tiny balls and cock. Because beside that everything seemed to shout 'woman'. Long slender legs led to broader hips, topped by a tiny waist. The flat stomach run upwards with a soft curly definition of muscles I found so erotic on women with only so much fat absolutely necessary. The missing fat must have been traveling upwards and paused at the chest and forgotten to move on. Because without the constriction of the tight spandex suit they looked more like a nice C-cup. There was only a very slight sagging, which made them youthful and stunningly beautiful. The chest was still broader than common on females, but did not look out of place with the reasonably sized swellings protruding its front. Shoulders and arms were firm and well-defined but still slim enough to fit a sportive woman. The neck was slim and long, lifting the head proudly and confidently in the air. Speaking of the head. It was crowned and framed by long luscious dark blonde hair, which fell way below the shoulders. Only the face was recognizably mine. Although it had lost a lot of its hard touch. Jaw muscles did not stand out so prominently as before. Eyes and forehead had an air of relaxation. Those and the lack of wrinkles gave the face a feminine touch. Now I could see, why so many people told me I looked a lot like my mom when I was younger. I was so taken in by what I saw that I had not registered, when my wife entered the room right after me. I learned later she had been reading in bed when I rushed through. First she thought I might be sick or had to relieve myself. But then it began to dawn on her what might have happened. When we locked eyes, she came over and hugged me tenderly from behind around my narrow waist. As I flinched she rested the head on my shoulder and said: "Shhhh, it's okay, darling! Everything is fine! I was wondering when you would notice..." Confusion must have shown on my face, because she continued in soft, hushed, soothing voice: "... I did not notice it quite away myself, too. First I found it a bit softer when I rested my head on your chest at night and your belly seemed to be less and less whenever I place a hand on it. Then one day I found it hard to snug close to you because your waist had slimmed down that much and I started to look at you more closely. I was shocked first when I saw your girlish figure. I also recognized, you were so unaware of it. At the same time radiated such happiness and confidence and a kind of peace I had not seen in you for a long time. So I just watched and prepared myself for things to come. You seemed refreshed and happy and less aggressive and less stressed from day to day. Even the kids sensed it somehow. Didn't you notice they came to hug you more often lately? When you played with them you were more into their games and listened to what they said. You know, they already loved you before, but now they adore you. I should almost be jealous about that." She looked me up in the eyes and I saw her twinkle. I knew she has a bond I could never gain with our kids. There are some things only mommy is good enough to make right. She kissed my bare shoulder and went on: "When you had that glow of happiness and peace around you I thought you had found a new love. But then you would not be the kind to betray me and your kids and walk around humming and smiling. You are always so gentle and open as a book. That was one of the many reasons I fell in love with you and said 'yes' the minute you asked me to marry you. But then I discovered how you did all your chores faster and without complaining once just to get to the game room faster. I followed you down there and peaked through the door. There you were doing some Aerobics. You were so taken in you never noticed me..." Her voice trailed. I flinched again and she let go. So I turned around and looked her in the eyes. I must have blushed, when I voiced: "You saw me..." She put a finger to my lips and answered my unspoken question she might have seen in my eyes: "... not at first! You wore trunks and a tee at that first time! But then I saw my old leotard and catsuit in the laundry. I was amused first and thought about confronting you then, but then your sessions took longer and longer and I fell asleep waiting for you. And then you slimmed down so nicely and I thought 'why bother? It's not like he is wearing my bra and panties' ..." She arched a brow while glancing me up and down and with a tiny smile and a twinkle to her eyes she added: "... but maybe you should now?!?!" Before I could do anything in response, she hugged me and kissed me. "Just kidding, sweetie! ... although..." But I was to distracted, feeling her boobs squeezing mine (Did I just say MY boobs???) [YEAH, you did! Keep going, girl, keep going!! Whoo whoo whoo!]. Maybe that's what I really had now, trusting the look in the mirror. Although maybe I should call them breasts, then. [Call them what you like - even hooters! I am sooo glad you noticed them finally!] My honey eyes had glanced over shortly, too, and she struggle to go on: "... hmm, oh yeah! the panties... Oh, you taste delicious, by the way! ... ooops! ... Hihi ... So I thought, 'why not if he is happy and nobody is hurt anyway...' Then you started wearing one of my scrunchies around the house." I looked at her surprised and then it dawn on me. I had been so busy, coming back from work and doing my chores to get playing again, I had neglected my hairdresser. Thus my hair became as long as it was now and during Aerobics the wet sweaty strands kept lashing my face. So I had taken the subconscious hint from Cindy and Fem-me to put my hair in a ponytail, too. Now I knew why I had felt like one of the girls sometimes. I had dressed identically to them and spent so much time with them. It was like being in the inner circle of femininity. My honey went on: "That got me worried much more, but you still had such a spring of happiness to your walk, I just couldn't bring myself to point those changes out to you and risk your happiness. You also lost a lot of weight, what you tried to achieve for a long time. That was when I reasoned your bust seemed bigger due to that lost, but then I detected fat actually shifting upwards. So I guessed it would not take any longer for you to notice and to freak out. Only it didn't happen. I steeled myself from day to day to catch you, but until now you were just smiles and laughter. Everything just was so perfect. Even your figure - if not for a manly man of course. But every girl will envy you - slim, tall, well-proportioned..." She trailed off watching me closely while I let her words sink in. It dawn on me she had used slim and lost weight in her little confession. I rush over to our scale and wondered why I hadn't noticed earlier. But obviously I had ignored the scale or its display all those weeks. Now it told me I was down to 127,5 pound!!! I almost fainted. My love stopped me when swaying and let me to our bed. While I sat there, a wicked grin sneaked to the corners of her cute mouth. She let go of my hand and rush over into our closet. She asked me to close her eyes and lift my arms. When I did so she came over and donned something soft and silky down my arms until it rested on my shoulders. She asked me to stand up my eyes still closed. As I did something flimsy rushed down my upper body, then further until something soft tickled my knees. My little rascal started feeling me up through the silk enlacing me. She whispered: "If you look like one you might even share some benefits of being a woman. Open your eyes, sweetie!" I glanced down. "I guess 'who the shoe... or negligee fits..." I said a shy smile playing around my lips and I glanced timidly towards my bunny. She lost it there. She almost literally jumped my bone. In the effort to kiss me fully on the lips she jumped up, throwing her arms around my neck and I keeled over. Landing square on my back with her on top. It became really hot and erotic, although we didn't do more than kissing, touching and cuddling. We slept happily entwined in each others arms. This time my head rested on her soft swellings listening to her afterglow's heartbeat and breathing. Next day I tried to find out more about the beta test, but kept running in dead ends. MS would never sent a next generation XBox out to people not related to the company or at least bound by a non-disclosure agreement. The software and Kinect hardware were way before being tested officially and had quite some bugs at that time - not to mention eight weeks before. And what I had experienced were not heard of at all - I didn't tell them the complete story, but even the small hints I gave about Jiao and Cindy didn't ring any bells. So I gave up... Somehow I must have got a faulty one. Maybe it was sent due to a computer error in a post office. And maybe the bug(s) caused my changes. I hope they get rid of those bugs before selling Kinect in autumn - but if you read this here, I guess you don't. Leaves still the mystery of the hardware and how comes I sport so much hair now - that is top of my head, while I am bare everywhere else. I even did't have to shave for weeks now! Maybe somethings are better left alone... I went down to the basement, where I met my wife. She carried our negligees from last night heading to the laundry room. I swept her in my arms and we kissed some more. I stumbled backwards through the door and fell onto the carpet of our game room - taking her with me. We looked up and at the wall we read 'Continue?' We looked in each others eyes and a glint began to sparkle there... **** [Sorry, for interrupting all the time. But I could hardly keep to myself (*snicker*) when I heard my story being told. So sorry again for interrupting "his" thoughts, but since I am the yin to his yang this is my body too. Let's say it is even more MY body now then "his". Maybe I will keep "him". What would I be without a yang anyway? You see, I guess there is still some affection for Tekken left, too, since you may call me Christie Nina now... or Aunty Chrissie as my kids prefer. My wife (sister for our neighbors and friends) has still the hots for me. I guess she has always been a bit bi and that was the main reason she did not interfere. She just liked where it was heading. Kind of best of both worlds, i guess. We share life, bed and closet - make that clothes - now. It was hard to walk a mile in her shoes literally first, but with all the exercises, I had just the right muscles to master 5 inch heels and I simply adore the feeling of towering so many weak males, feeling like an amazon. Well sort of I am now. Taller and more muscular than the average woman and kind of predatory to sex with my soul-mate for life. She helped me coping with all the stuff a woman has to endure, like make-up, runs, queues at the restroom and assholes trying to chat me up. But I am a one-woman-woman now and luckily most guys can't muster up enough courage to talk to me in a bar. So everything worked out for me just fine. Sorry, I have to hurry now. The kids are in bed. The candle-light dinner is almost ready and I have prepared the tub with flowers and candle-lights for my darling bunny. When she comes up from her exercise sessions she likes to take a hot bath. Then I will massage her with oil of roses and I will carry her down to dinner. The gentle(wo)man in my still knows what it takes to make my wife happy. She obviously knows it too. She now also has a figure to die for, almost as hot as mine, but then I had an eight-weeks-headstart. Soon we can break every guys heart just by a wiggle... but sorry guys, we have already vowed to each other and the 'bit extra' I have is more than enough for both of us...] **************************************** Disclaimer All company names, trademarks and product designations contained herein are trademarks of their respective owners. All rights reserved. I do not claim any ownership in any of those products. This work is completely fictional - NONE oF THIS IS REAL! I do not own any of the products described here. I do not know about beta-test, bugs or problems with any of them. I can't tell if Playstation is better or worse than XBox since I never played with the one or the other. This story simply sprang to my mind when I read the newsletter about the XBox release and the Kinect feature and I had to write it down and share it with you. Hope you liked it, although it get much longer than I intended and the TG element was rather small.