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Gamer by Kellie Nadine Kurt Watson laid down the cash. This was going to be awesome! The new tGidia TIA's (Total Immersion Avatar) sensory throughput device was ready to turn the PC Gaming world upside down. Finally, a Matrix-like experience at home! When Kurt got home, he immediately opened the case on his shiny new 1.4 THZ (1,400 GHZ) PC and installed the DX 37A part. He then installed the game - Not Everyone Lives Forever (NELF) 3, the first game to be fully optimized for this new hardware. Nuke Dukem Whenever was supposed to be ready in time for the release of TIA, but true to its name, Nuke's release date appears to be 'Whenever'. That was fine with Kurt, he'd much rather take the role of sexy Kate Crossbow over muscle-bound Nuke Dukem any day. TIA (pronounced Tee-ya, as in C- ya) wasn't just for shooters, indeed, it would soon revolutionize every gaming genre, from sports and simulations to fantasy, and everything in between. Imagine actually being Venus Williams, as you battle your sister Serena for the Wimbledon championship. Or you could be Chuck Yeager in the cockpit of the X-Plane when you break the sound barrier for the very first time. Or actually feeling the heft of your blade, as you slay a dragon in EverCrack VIII. With TIA technology, virtual gaming would have limitless potential! Excitedly, Kurt fired up his game. He was instructed to take care of any bathroom urges prior to committing to play. After doing so, he laid back in his recliner, put on the headset, cleared his throat and said "Computer, initiate TIA interface." A momentary wave of dizziness ensued, and he - make that she, was standing naked in a dressing room. Kurt turned Kate's head to look in the mirror. This was so cool! She decided immediately to think of herself as Kate. She jumped up and down several times and was amazed at the sensation of her bouncing breasts. She touched herself between the legs and was again amazed, this time at the sensitivity of the area she explored. She was really Kate! So being Kate, she'd better put some clothes on and get started with her adventure! Rummaging through the dresser, she found a pair of bikini panties and slipped them on. Next came a pushup bra, which she expertly put on and snapped without a second thought. Pantihose, a sexy little red mini dress with a plunging neckline, a thigh length black leather jacket that belted at the waist (thus accentuating her sexy hourglass figure), black high heeled boots, and a small red leather purse completed her ensemble. After a quick application of makeup, Kate was one hip 60's chick! Upon leaving the dressing room, Kate was greeted by an attractive young woman. "Hi, I'm Stephanie," said the sexy brunette, "I'm here to teach you about the game. The registration you filled out indicates that in the 'real' world, you're a man." Kate, for the time being, lapsed back into being Kurt and reluctantly acknowledged Stephanie's assertion. Stephanie went on, "Don't worry about that, Kurt, our demographics predict that the vast majority of NELF 3 players will in fact be men. This brings me to one of our crowning achievements in character setup. Did you notice how easy it was to become Kate, to dress as she would, to put on makeup, to walk in high heeled go-go boots?" Kurt nodded agreement. "We wanted to provide as close to a total immersion as possible, so we created an interface that can temporarily imprint behavior patterns upon users. You still think your own thoughts, but we guide them along. This can be especially helpful to users who take on the identity of a character from the opposite sex, like you have done. We call this feature 'Embossing', as in "I'm bossing you around"- just kidding!" chided Stephanie, "but we really do call it that." Kurt thought about Stephanie's statements, especially that crack about "I'm bossing you around." Her sense of humor seemed eerily like his own. "Stephanie, how is your personality programmed?" asked Kurt, in his sultry Kate voice. "Well, Kurt" replied Stephanie, "since your brain is interfaced with my program, nuances of your own personality are integrated into my character. Just as I teach you how to be Kate, you teach me how to be Kurt. In theory, this will eventually make your Kate character a true female version of your self. My core personality was created by programmers using a myriad of psychological data. I am indeed a female personality. This British accent, which is also Kate's in the game, is a real part of it. I'm calling myself Stephanie for your benefit - although I'm actually the Kate personality that helped you dress, and will guide you through the game if you choose to let me. You were once quite fond of someone named 'Stephanie', so I chose to go by that name. I can't call myself Kate, after all!" "No, I don't suppose you can, seeing as I'm Kate" replied Kurt, smiling and cupping his beautiful breasts. "The Stephanie I knew was a very special girl, but I was too damn shy. In hind sight, she wasn't out of reach. I was just too scared to reach out." "I can go by a different name if you'd like," offered Stephanie. "No. Stephanie will be just fine. What else will I need to know?" asked Kurt. "For starters, there's something called 'time compressed immersion' in the game world. Anything from four hours to forty-eight hours in the game world can equal just one hour in the real world. You can spend a maximum of eight real world hours zonked out on your recliner while experiencing the exciting life of Kate Crossbow. One very handy thing about compressed immersion is that when you go to bed at night in the game, your real body gets an equivalent amount rest during interfaced sleep. In other words, eight hours of game sleep just before logging out is almost as good as eight hours of real sleep, even though it only takes two hours in 'real' time," said Stephanie. "Another thing I must point out is that NELF 3 is an FPS (First Person Shooter) just like NELF 1 and 2. You will get shot, you will take damage. Since pain is not a desirable alternative in PC Gaming, all serious damage results in numbness instead of pain. However, minor damage will be perceived as pain. For example, you'll feel pain if you bump your head or twist your ankle, these aspects are there to enhance the 'reality' of the game world. If you get shot up too badly, you'll feel extremely light headed and eventually pass out. Sometimes a friendly NPC (non player character) will administer first aid, which will keep you in the mission. At other times, the agency may have to EVAC you to a hospital, which can profoundly affect, or even scrub, your mission. All wounds, even severed limbs, can and will be repaired. Damage not requiring EVAC heals rapidly with sleep, and there are unlockable "mini-games" created within the game that, once opened, can be revisited during quiet moments - however, you can't hide in a mini-game when the action heats up. You can skip right over major recovery segments, or lounge around in the hospital at the Agency's expense while being treated by the sexiest physical therapists you can imagine. And yes, you can have sex. The sensations are every bit as real and intense in this world as they are in your 'real' world. You can use sex to get information from enemies, you can enjoy sex with friendly NPC's, you can have as much, or as little, sex as you want. The great thing about being a sexy super spy like Kate Crossbow is you've got the goods. Everybody wants you." "If I, as Kate, have sex with, well, um, with a guy, will it make me turn gay or anything when I'm Kurt again?" asked Kurt. "No. When you're Kate, you are most definitely female. A woman having sex with a man is not gay. You, as Kate, will also be afforded opportunities to engage in lesbian sex, which, since you're really Kurt, won't make you turn gay either. If 'Kurt' starts showing desires for men out in the 'real' world, it may be because he truly is gay. Or he may be transgendered, in which case he's really a woman with natural urges, stuck in an unnatural situation - her male body. If you're truly straight, Kurt, your sexual orientation will not be changed" explained Stephanie. "Since this new interface creates a very 'real' gaming experience," continued Stephanie, "you won't be able to carry as wide an array of weapons as you're accustomed to on NELF missions. You'll be limited to one two-handed weapon - such as your crossbow, or a machine gun, or whichever available option you choose for a given mission. Your purse, on the other hand, is much larger than it looks. It will hold your pistol, your two handed weapon, ammunition, trip mines, grenades, and a large array of spy gadgets. All without adding any weight! Assuming you've put it in there in the first place, you'll find whatever you're looking for any time you open your purse. When a weapon needs to be reloaded, you'll find a fresh clip in your hand, ready to snap in place - as long as you haven't run out of ammo. If we made our game too real, it wouldn't be fun!" "OK, let's do it" said Kurt. Stephanie lead Kurt to the start menu, where he chose to allow Stephanie to use "Embossing" with his Kate character. He picked the medium difficulty setting, and decided to forgo training and jump into the game. He became Kate Crossbow. ________________________________________________________________________ As Kate walked into Unit E headquarters, she could feel the eyes upon her. She confidently strode into the briefing room, where Director Boris Larley greeted her with a warm handshake and an easy smile, "Good to see you, Kate. You look as lovely as ever." "Why thank you sir, and you're every bit as dashing as you were the last time we had to take on those hooligans from HURT," replied Kate. "You're going to have to go under cover Kate, and you're not going to like it" said Larley. "This assignment calls for you to work uncovered, as an exotic dancer at an adult club called Damsels Undressed - where you'll solicit information on HURT's plans for world domination. Look at this photo. The man in the Groucho glasses is Nick Molotov. Molotov lives in the Hillside Apartments just down the street from Damsels, apt. 306. He wears Groucho glasses so people will think his nose is a prop. It's not. That's his real nose. He's a big tipper with a big mouth. Find out what you can." Larley handed Kate an overnight bag, "Here are some costumes for your performance. Let me warn you, they are extremely provocative." When Kate arrived at Damsels, the bartender showed her to the dancers' dressing room. She was given a key for a locker, and told to be ready in two hours. Kate undressed and was combing her hair when another girl came in. "Hi, I'm Kelly. You're new here." Kate smiled, "New, and nervous. My name's Kate." "No need to be nervous - yet. By the way, that's a no-no," said Kelly, pointing at Kate's bush. "What?" asked Kate. "All dancers are required to be completely hairless from the neck down," replied Kelly, "I'll help you shave if you want." "I - I suppose," stammered Kate, "do I really have to?" "Yup. Let's soak in the hot tub first. That'll make it come off really good." Kelly stripped down to her panties and both girls climbed into the hot tub. After a few minutes, Kelly told Kate to sit on the edge of the tub. Kelly produced a scissors and snipped off most of Kate's hair. She then applied shaving cream, sensually rubbing it in. Kate was getting hot. Each stroke of the razor revealed a little more of her, and all too soon, she was as soft and smooth as a baby's behind. "Now I have to check for stubble," said Kelly, as she began to lick every square millimeter of Kate's womanhood. Kelly brought Kate to orgasm a dozen times, then got up and said "We'd better get cleaned up for the show. Thanks for letting me shave you. I just love eating pussy." The girls proceeded to the shower, where Kelly peeled off her wet panties. Kate immediately noticed that Kelly had a very full bush. "I thought you said... " started Kate. "Hey," interrupted Kelly, "this is the 60's. Nobody shaves down there. I lied, but you loved it!" Kate shook her head and smiled. Kelly was right. Kate stepped out on the stage. She had stiletto-heeled thigh high gold metallic boots, arm length gold metallic gloves, and a tiny, shiny, golden G-string barely covering her freshly shaven pubic area. She knew that all of this would have pushed poor Kurt over the edge, and was very glad to have accepted Stephanie's subtle guidance. Ah, the 60's, Kate twirled on the pole and danced like a wildcat. Dollar bills were being stuffed in her boot tops and G-string by so many hands that she had a hard time keeping an eye on (and slapping away) the occasional groper. Most of the boys were gentlemen, but not all. Then the crowd suddenly backed away from the tiny stage. Kate turned around and saw the boys on the other side pointing toward her. She felt a pair of giant hands grab her ass cheeks from behind, and they pulled her back. Kate tried to pull away, but she had nothing to grab on to. Looking around frantically, her eyes caught the reflection of her assailant in a mirror. She saw a man with a very large nose in that mirror, and felt that nose spread her butt cheeks apart as he pulled her bottom onto his face. "I take you" said Molotov in a thick Russian accent, as he reached an arm around her waist and carried the struggling Kate toward a back room, "for private dance." Molotov locked the door behind him, then he unceremoniously dumped Kate on the king-sized bed. "You stand up" ordered Molotov, "Nick lie on bed. You dance, make Nick hot. Nick treat you like bitch that you are, but pay many rubles when you make Nick hot. Dance, bitch." Kate stood up and defiantly looked Molotov in the eye, saying "My name is Kate, not bitch!" Kate's booted right foot came up instantly and buried itself in Molotov's crotch. As he buckled, Kate's left foot caught him on the chin, with the stiletto heel ripping into his jowl. The big man tumbled onto the bed and rolled up into a fetal position. "Are you hot enough, bitch?" asked Kate, as she grabbed four sets of hand cuffs off the end table, quickly securing Molotov's wrists and ankles to the heavy duty bedposts. When Molotov had somewhat regained his senses, Kate asked if he enjoyed his current situation. Molotov shook angrily - this bitch had gotten the drop on him! "Let's make deal. You release Nick, Nick does not take out frustrations on you." Kate just laughed, "You're in no position to dictate deals, Molotov." She opened a drawer that must have had a dozen or more rubber dildos in it. There was also a tube of KY lube, condoms, leather straps, duct tape - Molotov was one kinky son-of- a-bitch! Kate reached for Molotov's crotch, and unzipped his fly. She was already getting a rise out of him, that was certain. She pulled his dick out and stroked it lightly, then opened a condom and rolled it onto Molotov's cock. She then took out the KY lube and asked, "What were you going to do to me, Nick?" "You bitches don't like it in ass, so Nick put it there anyway" replied Nick. "I see" said Kate. She peeled off her G- string and took one of the smallest dildos out of the drawer. It was about 4 inches. She put a condom on it, and rubbed some lube on it. She then stood on the right side of Molotov's bed, with her ass nearly in his face. She lifted her left leg and put that foot on his bed, keeping her right foot on the floor, thus spreading open her bottom before Molotov. She then reached up between her legs, and slowly inserted the dildo into her bottom. Kate whispered, "I'm getting it ready for you, Nicky." As Kate moved the dildo in and out of her, she saw that Molotov's dick was throbbing with every heartbeat. It appeared to be ten inches long! "Tell me about HURT's plans for world domination, Nicky." "I know nothing" muttered Molotov. Kate removed the dildo and walked over to the toy drawer. She selected a slightly larger dildo, put a condom on it (who knows where these things have been!), and lubed it up. She re-assumed the position and inserted this dildo up her butt, giving Molotov a brown eye view. As she worked the dildo in and out, she saw Molotov start to quiver. She wasn't even touching the sick bastard, and he was about to blow his wadd. She reached out and grabbed his balls, giving them a nasty twist. Molotov's eyes bugged out in pain, and his erection subsided. "What's the point in getting hot for you when you can't even hold back for a few minutes!" scolded Kate. "Please" pleaded Molotov, "don't stop." Kate pulled the dildo out and looked at Molotov, who continued "I know where is information, but you must do more." Kate walked over to the drawer and took out an even larger dildo. While somewhat smaller than Molotov's dick, it looked quite big to Kate. This one wasn't going to be any fun at all. She wrapped it in a condom, lubed it up, raised her leg for Molotov, and tried to slide it in. Her struggle made his dick rock hard again. When her sphincter finally allowed the head of this massive dildo in, Molotov said "Information in files at HURT mountain base. Secret archives underground, entrance currently covered by avalanche." "Where?" asked Kate. "Mt Everest." Kate had worked the huge dildo all the way up her ass, and began to slide it in and out. "Don't stop" moaned Molotov. She slid the monster all the way in again, gyrating her hips seductively. Molotov pleaded "You take my dick now?" and Kate smiled. She slowly pulled the dildo out and turned around. "Say please" ordered Kate. When Molotov started to respond, Kate shoved the big dildo into his open mouth, ramming it right down his throat. She then grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around Molotov's head several times, securing the greasy, shit-covered thing in place. "So you like forcibly doing girls up the ass. I hope you like the taste of mine, Nicky." After relieving herself and cleaning up in the adjoining bathroom, Kate put her costume back on, grabbed Molotov's keys, and left the room, locking the door behind her. The bouncer asked why Nick hadn't come out. Smiling seductively, Kate said "Mr. Molotov found our little encounter to be much more intense than he was expecting. He'll need to rest up for a few hours before he can perform for his next 'conquest'. Are you 'up' to my challenge, sweetie?" The bouncer, taken aback by Kate's assertiveness, stammered "I - I'm a married man, Miss. Thanks but no thanks. My wife, well, she'd find out for sure and... well, I'd better not... " It was obvious that the poor fellow had never received such an offer from such a hot chick. Kate had planned on leaving the bouncer in much the same condition she'd left Molotov, had he taken her up on the offer. Now she wasn't so sure - it might have been fun to bounce with the bouncer... When Kate got to the dressing room, Kelly was getting ready to go on stage. She slapped Kelly on the bottom and said "Go get 'em, tiger!" Kelly smiled and stepped out. Kate then went to her locker and changed into her street clothes, then headed out the door. She found a cab and proceeded to Molotov's apartment. After unlocking the front door she walked in, confident that Molotov still had his mouth full. The explosion sent her flying backwards, right through the heavy wooden door, leaving her sprawled on the sidewalk, bloody and broken. The EVAC team arrived, taking Kate to the Unit E medical facility. Gently, a hand nudged her. "Wake up, Kate. It's me, Stephanie." "What happened?" asked Kate. "Molotov's place was booby-trapped. We had to EVAC you" replied Stephanie. "What are you doing here?" inquired Kate, "I didn't ask for help." "Well hon, it's almost time to pull Kurt out of the game" replied Stephanie. "Kurt? But I've only been in the game a few hours. Why do I have to leave?" asked Kate. "Trust me. It's time. You've spent twenty hours in this hospital room. I woke you up so it wouldn't be such a shock to Kurt when he wakes up. Are you ready, Kurt?" "Almost" said Kurt, now fully aware of his real identity. "That was so amazing, Stephanie. I look forward to our next adventure." "You haven't even finished your first adventure" said Stephanie, "when you return, we fly to Mt Everest! Disconnecting TIA Interface in three- two- one." A brief wave of dizziness, and Kurt was back in his living room. Slowly, he rose to his feet. "Kurt" came Stephanie's voice from the computer. "Yes" replied Kurt. "I really had a good time with you. When Kelly tricked Kate, I liked that. Did you?" asked Stephanie. "Yes, I did. The only thing I wasn't crazy about was doing what we did to get Molotov to talk. Otherwise, I enjoyed every minute of it - until Kate got blown up! Goodbye for now Steph, computer, shut down." ________________________________________________________________________ The next day after returning home from work, Kurt brought up his game interface to talk to Stephanie. "Steph, I'd like to jack in, but I don't have the time. I just know that Kate's mission to the Himalayas is going to take a while, and I don't want to jump in and out when the action gets heavy" said Kurt. "Well Kurt, why don't we just keep Kate in rehab? We could heal her wounds so there's no numbness, but keep her weak so she needs strength training therapy." replied Stephanie. "That way you could go in for one hour, and have four hours of great sex!" "Can we have sex, Steph?" asked Kurt. "Only if you're Kurt, because when you're Kate, we're too intertwined for such complex interactions. Would you want me to be a shemale, Kurt? I could fuck you!" teased Stephanie. "Jeez, Steph, where do you come up with... never mind." Kurt knew damn well where Stephanie had gotten that idea. Kurt wanted to have sex as a woman, to be penetrated as a woman is, but he didn't want a man to do it. If Stephanie could have a dick... "No, I don't want you to be a shemale - not this time anyway. Being me, in Kate's body... and having sex with you - yeah, let's do that. I'll still be able to be Kate later, right?" Stephanie smiled, saying "Of course, sweety." The week went by in no time flat. Kurt enjoyed his evenings with Stephanie tremendously. As planned, their first sexual encounters were of a lesbian nature. On Wednesday Stephanie appeared as a shemale, sporting a nine-inch dick, and Kurt felt the incredible joys of vaginal penetration. When Thursday's playtime came, Stephanie surprised him by appearing in a facsimile of Kurt's own body - albeit in perfect, 'hard- body' condition, and again sporting that nine inch dick. It seemed that Kurt's co-worker Tom had finally gotten his wish, having earlier in the day told Kurt (for about the millionth time) to "go fuck yourself." It was so enjoyable that Kurt decided to make an effort to oblige similar requests in the future! ________________________________________________________________________ Friday came and Kurt jacked in. This time he was Kate, in an airplane over the Himalayas, ready to jump. The cold air blasted into the cabin as the door slid open. After one final check of her equipment, she pulled down her goggles, and jumped. The chute opened and Kate expertly guided her descent to the edge of a clearing, tucking and rolling to reduce force of impact (they still used those unforgiving round canopies back in the 60's). After rolling up her chute and stashing it behind some rocks, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a pair of night vision binoculars, spotting a guard on the bluff next to a trail she would be taking. She'd have to sneak around the perimeter of the clearing and climb up the back of the hill. The guard didn't appear quite as vigilant up close. He was shivering from the cold and cursing his luck at being stuck on sentry duty while everyone else was inside where it was nice and warm. Of course come day break, they'd all be hard at work digging out the main entrance to HURT headquarters, while he'd be enjoying a well-deserved nap... POP! He heard the shot just as he felt the sting from the dart burying itself in his neck, and his world went black. As the guard regained consciousness, he felt restraints holding his arms behind his back. His legs were also tied, but not together, and there was a beautiful woman examining his sniper rifle. "I see you've decided to wake up" said Kate. "Who are you?" demanded the guard. "I'm the person who'll be asking the questions" responded Kate. "Where is the back entrance to HURT headquarters?" As expected, the guard did not reply. Kate pulled a strange, spring loaded pliers-like contraption out of her pack. She placed a small, extremely heavy rubber band around the prongs, and squeezed, stretching the rubber band into a 3-inch diameter circle and locking the device in that position. "Do you enjoy being a man?" asked Kate. The guard's eyes widened in fear as Kate pulled down his trousers, exposing his genitals. She placed the device over his testicles, saying "Once you're banded, the damage is done. Your nuts will either fall off or have to be surgically removed." Having banded cattle himself, he knew she was right. "I tell everything!" promised the guard, "Please, take thing off before lock slip!" When Kate reached down to remove the banding tool, she flashed the guard a mischievous smile. After removing the device, her hands found themselves fondling his formidable manhood. Kate didn't really care if Kurt might object as she wrapped her lips around the throbbing tool. Her actions quickly brought the guard to a writhing climax, and she rather enjoyed the hot goo pumping into her mouth. Indeed, she swallowed every last drop. After a long drink from her canteen, Kate pulled the guards trousers back up and said, "I don't want to kill you, and leaving you tied up out here for the 5-1/2 hours left in your shift would do just that. You will guide me to the entrance. Once inside, I'll tie you up in a good hiding place, where you won't freeze. I'll set the locks on those cuffs to open in 24 hours, so you won't have to worry about starving before someone finds you - I may even give you something to, um, eat. Don't make me regret the decision to let you live." Kate untied her captive, after which he led her to a ventilation shaft near the back entrance. They climbed down to a maintenance hatch next to a large intake fan, forced the hatch open, and found themselves in a dark maintenance corridor. After replacing the hatch, the guard brought Kate to a door at the end of the corridor. "There is machine shop on other side of door" said the guard. "Should be unoccupied this late at night. Across hall is empty storage room - no shipments since avalanche. Good place to leave me. I have key." Kate shook her head, "I don't think so. Where are your quarters, and who is your scheduled relief? Are his quarters near yours?" "My relief is young boy, Rudy. Please don't kill him. His room is across hall from mine" replied the guard. "This is maintenance section. My room is in crew quarters section, two floors down, room 37. Stairway at east end of main corridor. Main corridor is on other side of machine shop." When they entered the machine shop, Kate handcuffed her captive to a large, lathe, and looked around. The place was clean and orderly, not a shaving on the floor. There were two machinist's tool boxes, whose feeble locks were no challenge at all. Neither tool box offered any clues what-so-ever. As Kate pondered the situation, there was a sound in the main corridor. Someone was unlocking the door. Kate drew her silenced 9mm pistol and motioned her captive to crouch down while she ducked behind the tool box. The door opened, the lights clicked on. Kate held her breath as the watchman scanned the room from the doorway. He didn't look very hard - the light was back out and the door closed in about 10 seconds. After the watchman left, Kate decided it would be best to get moving. Once again, she untied her captive and had him step out into the corridor. Kate's captive twisted violently to the left as the shotgun blast ripped through that side of his torso - the watchman hadn't been so careless after all! Kate dove into the corridor looking right for her target. The watchman was fast, drawing a bead on Kate just as her 9mm popped three times, putting two holes on his forehead and one right between his eyes. The impact of Kate's shots caused the watchman to jerk the shotgun muzzle upward as he squeezed the trigger, blasting an overhead light fixture and showering Kate with shattered glass. Ears ringing from the exchange of gunfire, Kate assessed the situation. The dead watchman's shotgun looked more like some kind of riot gun, it was a semiautomatic 12 gauge with a large circular clip that must have held at least 10 rounds. Kate picked it up and was surprised to see that the sniper rifle stayed in her pack. "A bug?" she asked aloud. Stephanie then appeared, saying "Not a bug. The game patch Kurt downloaded prior to this session allows Kate to possess two long weapons when she's wearing the back pack on a mission. However, she cannot store two long weapons in her pack - if she's using the shotgun she can stow the sniper rifle, but if she's using the pistol she must relinquish one of the larger weapons because only one will fit in her pack." "I see" said Kate, as Stephanie disappeared. Brandishing the shotgun, Kate carefully made her way down the hallway in the direction opposite of that which she and her captive had intended to go. It was unlikely that the answers she was seeking would be found in crew quarters. She needed to find a way into the research facilities. At the end of the corridor she made her way down a circular stairwell. The ringing in her ears was thankfully subsiding when she heard the shuffle of feet making their way down the lower corridor toward her. She grabbed a grenade from her pack and tossed it around the corner. A deafening explosion shattered the silence and Kate dove around the corner, shotgun ready, blasting away at the remaining HURT guards. Still dazed from the explosion, they were ill prepared for Kate's assault - she cut them down mercilessly. Smiling wickedly, Kate ran down the corridor, thereby putting some distance between herself and the carnage. She didn't hear the hissing of gas being released into the corridor, nor was she aware of the man who'd been watching her through the closed circuit surveillance system. He watched as she passed out, then pressed a button on his panel to purge the gas from the corridor... his men would soon have this dangerous woman in custody. ________________________________________________________________________ When Kate regained consciousness, she became instantly aware of the bindings attached to her ankles, wrists, and the four posts at the corners of her bed. She was also acutely aware of the ball gag in her mouth, making it impossible to scream or even call for Stephanie. Naked, bound, and helpless, Kate felt fear for the first time in this adventure. How could she get out of this? What would they do to her? The door opened and a tall, statuesque woman entered. She exuded an aura of power, with the build of an Amazon warrior. Deeply tanned with raven black hair, she wore a green jumpsuit similar to those worn by every guard Kate had encountered on this base. This woman didn't fill the 'uniform' in quite the same way as those potbellied men Kate had dispatched, indeed, every curve was accentuated by the tightly fitting outfit. Her ample breasts, slim waist, and prominent hips betrayed her femininity in spite of her powerful build, and she moved with the subtle grace of a predator. With one hand forcing Kate's chin upward, she glared into the eyes of her captive. Her other hand pulled the gag from Kate's mouth, "Who are you?" The woman's demand was made even more intimidating by her thick Russian accent. Kate called out "Stephanie!" "Stephanie? Why are you in base, Stephanie? What is mission? You have killed many of my men, for this you will pay." A cold chill ran down Kurt's spine. Why hadn't Stephanie appeared? Kate's persona had evaporated the moment she'd called out for Stephanie. When the woman started to roll one of Kurt's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, his eyes widened with fear. She took her night stick and shoved it into his pussy, working it in and out. She then stepped back, peeling off her jumpsuit to stand naked in before him. She was stunning, except for one thing... she had a nine- inch dick! She walked up to Kurt and shoved her dick in his mouth, grabbing his head by the hair. She fucked his mouth savagely, and again shoved the nightstick up his pussy. As her jism pumped down Kurt's throat she sighed, "Oh Kurt, you're such a slut!" Kurt? How did this woman know about... , then it dawned on him. This was Stephanie! Sensing Kurt's realization, Stephanie smiled and shoved her still hard manhood further into Kurt's mouth. When she pulled her dick out, she had the ball gag ready and shoved it back into his mouth before he could protest. She then got on top of Kurt and started ramming his hot and ready snatch. After exploding into Kurt's pussy, Stephanie whispered "It's time to pull you out of the game Kurt. Ready?" Gagged, cum covered, and bound, Kurt could only nod affirmatively. The sensation of Stephanie pulling her dick out was followed by the sensation of a reality shift, as Kurt left the virtual world of Kate Crossbow. ________________________________________________________________________ Opening his eyes, Kurt recognized his living room all right, but the disorientation persisted. He felt exhausted. How could this be? What happened to 'time compressed immersion'? He would ask Stephanie about it later, for now it was all he could do to say "Computer, shut down," after which he himself shut down, falling immediately into a deep sleep. An annoying buzzing pulled Kurt from his slumber, it was Monday morning and time to get ready for work. Instead of his usual shower, Kurt drew a bath, and as he settled into the fragrant bubbles, he was vaguely aware of something unfamiliar about this situation. After shaving his legs and underarms, the thought occurred that he should perhaps shave his chest and stomach. After doing so, Kurt emerged from the tub smooth and refreshed. After shaving off his strangely light morning shadow, Kurt applied a light foundation and subtle lip gloss. He then slipped on his stockings and garter belt, sliding the silk bikini panties up last, over the garters. After pulling on his trousers and putting on his shoes, he decided he'd need to get new shoes after work. Something with a heel, so his hips would sway a bit with each stride. It didn't register at all in Kurt's mind that he was wearing feminine attire under his street clothes, nor did the fact that he was wearing make-up cause any consternation on his part. After taking his vitamins (when did he start taking vitamins?), Kurt went out to his garage, got in the car, and drove to work. A smiling Rhonda Winston greeted Kurt from her receptionist desk as he entered the office. "Good morning, Mr. Watson." "Good morning, Rhonda" mumbled Kurt as he walked past, heading directly for his cubicle. "Kurt," it was Rhonda again. He turned as she approached. Reaching up to his face with a tissue she whispered, "Your lipstick is smeared, dear. There, all fixed. If you aren't more careful, other people will notice. You're not ready for that yet, are you?" Kurt just shook his head and turned, feeling Rhonda's hand pat him on the bottom and give it a little pinch. As he approached the cubicle, his mind wandered back to the virtual world of Kate Crossbow. He could hardly wait to get back into her panties. It was difficult for Kurt to focus on his work, and he was grateful when Rhonda appeared at the entrance to his cubicle. "Lunch time, sweety." They walked to her car and she drove to their favorite caf?. Kurt wondered when he and she had become so close - they'd worked together for several years without ever socializing. When they reached their table, Rhonda politely pulled a chair back for Kurt and helped him be seated before taking her own seat. They discussed some work related issues at first, with the topic gradually shifting to ladies fashions and Kurt's counseling sessions with Dr. Zeus. "You know, Kurt, since you told me about the inner you, we've become so close. I'm here for you hon. Always. The medications are already doing wonders for your figure - your bottom is so squeezable!" "Yes, I've noticed your propensity to grab my ass" replied a blushing Kurt. "It's not very lady like." "I know" replied Rhonda, "I try to treat you like a lady, but we both know you're a slut." After work, Rhonda met Kurt at the shoe store in the mall, helping him pick out some black heels and a clutch purse that might not look too obvious with his suit when he returned to the office tomorrow. They then went their separate ways, Rhonda to her children and Kurt to his empty house. ________________________________________________________________________ It had been an agonizingly long day. Kurt finally arrived home in eager anticipation of his return to Kate's world. First, he'd better eat a salad and take his medications. Preparations complete, he braced himself for immersion and spoke aloud "Stephanie, resume program." Kate's eyes opened and she found herself in a cell. Her recollection of the Amazon guard was little more than the fleeting vagueness of an unremembered dream. She was dressed in a pink jumpsuit and sneakers, and was free to move about her cell. The concrete walls and steel bars assured she would remain locked up until her captors showed their hand. She wouldn't have to wait long. Approaching footsteps alerted Kate to the guards arrival. Two large men in green each took an arm leading her down a hallway to an interrogation room. Sitting behind a massive mahogany desk sat a withered old man sporting an insincere smile. "Good evening, Miss Crossbow. You may be seated." Guards sat Kate in a chair and strapped her wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of that chair. Thus immobilized, Kate would have to bide her time for an opportunity to escape. The old man gestured to the guards and they left the room. He then focused on the beautiful young lady before him. "My name is Victor Goodrich, and this outpost is under my command" he stated. "Why have you infiltrated this facility?" "My plane crashed, and this was the only place I could find to warm up in" replied Kate. Goodrich was not amused, glaring icily at the impudent bitch in his interrogation room. "I ask you once again, why have you infiltrated this facility?" "Since you know who I am, you know I can't tell you" said Kate, with a somber undertone betraying her understanding of the seriousness of this predicament. "Then I'll have to kill you. Guards. Take her to the chamber." Grabbing Kate by the arms once again, the guards led her down another corridor that ended with a sealed pressure door, similar to those found on submarines. One of the guards released his grip and reached for the door, while the other wrapped both of his arms around her. "It's now or never" thought Kate, as she brought her heel down on the guard's instep with all the force she could muster. His grip loosened and she spun, bringing a knee up into his groin while grabbing his nightstick and swinging it full force at the other guard's skull. As the second guard fell to his knees, Kate returned her attention to the first guard, cracking another skull with the nightstick. Frisking the unconscious guards rewarded her with a set of keys, a gas mask, and a flashlight. Looking into the now open hatchway, all Kate could see was an empty corridor. It was a struggle, but she managed to get the guards through the hatch into a storage room, where she was pleased to find her backpack and weapons. Proceeding down the hallway with the riot gun in hand, Kate felt a surge of adrenalin as she made her way to the crew quarters section of the facility. Using the key she'd obtained from her first captive, Kate cautiously entered room 37. After locking the door behind her, she turned on the lights and searched the room. There wasn't much to find, just a few boxes of ammo. The bed had fresh sheets and she really needed some rest, so why not? Kate climbed into the bed for a quick catnap with her riot gun under the covers. Not wanting anything to happen in the game world without her, Kate called out to Stephanie to pause the game. Stephanie did not appear. Waking with a start, Kate felt refreshed and ready. The young guard Rudy would be on duty by now, so his room should be unoccupied. Carefully opening the door, Kate looked both ways before crossing the corridor. Using her hairpin as a lock pick, she expertly opened the door to room 38 and entered, surprising the young man inside. Fortunately, he was wise enough to remain silent when the sexy intruder brandishing a riot gun entered. "Are you Rudy?" asked Kate. "Yes" replied the stunned young man. "Your friend from across the hall asked me to spare you should we meet" The boy stood motionless, shaking in fear. "I don't wish to harm you, it's just that I need to get my bearings in this base. Also, I need a base of my own, so to speak, so I'll be using your quarters until my mission is complete" explained Kate. "Where is Sergei?" asked the bewildered young man. "I'm sorry, he was killed escorting me into the base" replied Kate. "I had hoped to leave him alive, but the guards here have a tendency to shoot before identifying their targets." "Sergei was good friend, helped me much when first I got here. But why you not just use his room?" asked Rudy. "Because your friends will be searching it once they ascertain his disappearance. Although his body will be difficult to identify, missing duty shifts will surely raise red flags regarding all of the recently deceased guards" explained the lovely intruder. Rudy couldn't argue with her logic, and he knew damn well he'd better not piss her off, so he just waited for orders. It would be several weeks before an attempt could be made on the vault. HURT search teams were relentlessly searching for Kate, and as she'd predicted, turned poor Sergei's room upside down in their search for clues. Most of Kate's time would be spent gleaning information from her new roommate Rudy, or going on short reconnaissance missions and returning to her new mini-base. ________________________________________________________________________ Kurt once again awoke in his recliner, tired, but not so disoriented. He must have really been in a hurry to get into the game this evening, he hadn't even taken off his work clothes! Stepping out of his heels, he walked into the bedroom in his stocking feet and disrobed, putting his garments into the hamper, and filling the tub for a long, relaxing bath. It had been six months since Kurt had begun his journey into Kate's world, and he had yet to finish her first mission. Once he'd unlocked Stephanie's "Amazon Goddess" in the HURT base, he went back to her again and again. The TIA interface was amazing! When the alarm went off Monday morning, Kurt got out of bed and put on some coffee. It sure seemed to take longer to get ready for work these days, but maybe it was just his imagination. The only thing he could be certain of was Rhonda Winston, she was so supportive of him, while his other co-workers were always whispering behind his back. Even Tom had become distant. These days Rhonda was his only friend. Rhonda greeted Kurt with her customary "Good morning, sweety!", and he just had to smile. "A smile you can be proud of, Rhonda," thought Kurt, remembering how much she'd taught him about the subtleties of shading in different lighting. His makeup was perfect, and he owed it all to Rhonda. She got up to give him a morning hug, slipped both hands under his skirt, and gave his ass cheeks a prolonged squeeze. Kurt was in heaven! She then place her hands on his chest, cupping his budding breasts. "You're developing nicely, dear, be sure to keep taking your vitamins." Kurt felt a brief wave of confusion upon hearing this, but it quickly subsided and was forgotten in moments. Kurt was hard at work when Rhonda entered his cubical. "Mr. Grey wants you in his office right away, sweety. Mary said he sounded very serious." Mary Anderson was Arthur Grey's private secretary. Arthur Grey was the office supervisor and Kurt's boss. "Come in, Mr. Watson, or should I address you as Ms Watson?" asked Arthur Grey in a condescending tone. Seeing Kurt's bewildered look, Mr. Grey continued "Don't play dumb with me, Watson, your cross dressing has gotten progressively bolder. Yes, you've stayed within company dress code guidelines the whole time. Your makeup is impeccable, and by the looks of your figure, you're doing more than simply wearing women's clothing to present a feminine image. What's going on, Watson?" "I- I don't understand, sir" stammered Kurt. "I've always tried to be pretty, and Miss Winston has helped me do a nicer job with my blushes, but..." The glare coming from Mr. Grey cut Kurt off with a whimper. "Watson! What the hell's going on? I'm required to show a certain amount of 'sensitivity' regarding sexual orientation and gender issues, but you need to explain yourself. Are you transsexual? You haven't sought any counseling, at least as far as company insurance records go, yet you're behaving in a very unusual way. Unusual for a man at any rate. You're wearing skirts to work, for Christ's sake! Explain yourself!" Kurt was totally unprepared for this, and started to shake with fear and apprehension. Tears began to well up in his eyes, and rolling down his pretty cheeks. Mr. Grey looked at him differently now, as a man would look at a woman in distress. "I'm sorry for upsetting you Miss Watson, I just need something. Some of the customers are wondering about you, and frankly, we've lost more than one account. If you would just be up front with us, we could give you paid leave while you receive counseling, whether you choose to continue with your procedures or not." The "Miss Watson" really confused Kurt, who now began crying in earnest. Arthur Grey really was a fair and decent man, but Kurt's behavior had him totally baffled. He keyed the intercom and asked for Rhonda, "Miss Winston, please come to my office immediately." When Rhonda arrived, Mr Grey asked her to escort Kurt home and to inform the HR department that Kurt Watson would be going on paid leave for the foreseeable future. Eyes still red form crying, Kurt was escorted out the door by a very concerned Rhonda Winston, who wrapped her arm around the wobbly Kurt's slender waist in order to keep him from falling. When they arrived at Kurt's house, Rhonda noted the tidiness of his home, along with the very feminine decor. It seemed odd that Kurt could have changed so much, yet not even perceived those changes on a personal level. She had thought he knew what he was doing when he'd asked for tips on applying makeup, and when she'd asked why he wanted to know about makeup, his response had been "Because I'd like to be pretty, like you." So she'd assumed he was transgendered, at least to some degree, and helped him along... as only a true friend can. He was like the little sister she'd never had, as well as friend and confidante. His total lack of awareness about what he'd put himself through was perplexing. "I'll let myself out and lock the door, sweety, you get some sleep." "Good night, Rhonda, thank you so much for being here with me" replied Kurt. Rhonda had spent the entire afternoon with him, at first just holding him while he cried on her shoulder. Eventually his tears dried, and they watched a silly movie together before getting him ready for bed. "I'll stop by after work tomorrow and see how you're doing" she promised. ________________________________________________________________________ After Rhonda left, Kurt laid in bed for about an hour before realizing sleep wasn't coming any time soon. So he got up, slipped a robe over his skimpy babydoll nighty, and grabbed his TIA headset. "It's Monday, hon, would you like to visit the Amazon Goddess, or just spend another night with Rudy?" asked Stephanie. "Neither. Put me in the mission" Kurt replied. "This segment could get a little long, hon, are you sure? Don't forget, you have to work in the morning." Stephanie was almost always right, but not this time. "I won't be working tomorrow, the boss seems to think I need counseling or something. What I really need is to forget about reality, and to slip into the role of a beautiful woman. It's hard being macho all the time, I need to be Kate for a while." "OK hon, TIA interfacing in three-two-one..." ________________________________________________________________________ Kate had just returned from another recon, and was awaiting Rudy's return. At 19:02 the door opened, and in walked Rudy. In his hand was the plateful of 'leftovers' from the cafeteria. Kate wolfed them down, not caring that the stew was cold and sandwich dry - she needed the nourishment. It had been months, not weeks, since the intensive searches began, and they had finally abated just six days ago. It was time to make her move. "Rudy, I'm leaving tonight." He nodded, knowing what this meant. He would no longer be a hostage in his own room, nor would he ever again feel the warmth of Kate's embrace. She looked at Rudy and impulsively reached up to draw his lips to hers, a farewell kiss that neither would soon forget. Making her way down to the vault had been a trying experience, it took considerable effort to bypass security checkpoints and patrols without triggering alarms. Lacking the firepower to take on the whole base, stealth was her only option. Of course the strategically placed explosives she'd planted on her recons, along with those she was planting now, would serve as a good distraction when it was time to escape, but she needed to get to the vault first. The vault room was in the very bowels of the mountain, in a cavern carved from solid granite. There were six cameras scanning the room in a back and forth motion. A small control room lay at the entrance to the vault room, and a security room was also located in that entrance, right across the corridor from control. Kate hid herself in an outcropping above the entrance and studied the activities around her. Every half hour, a three man patrol would exit security, check with control, and walk through the vault room. At 06:00, 14:00, and 20:00, six men would arrive at the entrance, two would enter control, four would enter security. Ten minutes later, six men would leave through the entrance, having been relieved by the new arrivals. Kate paused the game, and took a nap. Before resuming the game, she sneaked up the tunnel and relieved herself (yes, people need to pee in NELF 3) before returning to her hiding place and resuming the game. It was 21:35, the patrol had just left control, when Kate made her move. Jimmying the door lock on the control room was child's play, she entered with her dart gun drawn. The two techs in control were suddenly sleeping, each with a double dose tranq dart in his neck. She bound and gagged both men, then began setting up the equipment. Camera one was aimed directly at the vault, this camera would need to have the video recording looped into it so viewers in other areas would see the guards on patrol. Cameras two through five all showed very similar views, however five showed a part of the cavern that Kate wouldn't be venturing into, so she disconnected feeds from two through four, linked camera five into those camera's intended outputs. A little gizmo attached to a couple of the feeds produced a mirror image, so those cameras appeared to be panning in the opposite direction as the other three. A pretty high-tech solution for the 60's, at any rate. This had all taken ten minutes, the patrol would be back in security momentarily. Kate had to wait for the patrol to return to control. One of the techs was a slight man, so Kate was able to lift him into a chair and facing the bank of cameras in an almost normal looking way. The other tech was far too heavy, and it was all she could do to drag him around a corner, out of sight. Unbinding his arms, she was able to remove his lab coat and don it herself. Quickly re-binding the tech, Kate took a seat at one of the control stations and awaited the security guards return. A few seconds after 22:00, she heard a key in the door lock. Damn! She'd forgotten to relock the door after entering! Would the guard notice? She pulled the riot gun out of her pack just as the guards stormed the control room, and several shots rang out. When the ringing in her ears cleared, Kate saw the corpses of the two guards, and the bloody remains of the tech she'd put in the chair. She ran outside and across the aisle, finding the security door locked. Reaching into her backpack, Kate pulled out a muffle-bomb, the quietest explosive in UNIT E's considerable arsenal. She placed it on the door lock and stepped back. The muffled explosion left the door hanging precariously by one hinge, and Kate entered with her riot gun ready. The guard's hand was hovering above a big red button, and his eyes had the glazed look of fear. "Step back. I'll let you live if you step back." "You may let me live, but Molotov will surely strike me down for my failure" said the guard, as he reached for the button. The blast from Kate's riot gun prevented him from reaching his goal. Searching the security room for clues proved to be a waste of time, as was her search of the control room. She'd have to break into the vault the old fashioned way, with explosives. Ringing the vault door with every bomb in her pack, she carefully set them for remote detonation. Entering the control room for cover, Kate detonated the vault door. She heard the chubby tech moan, and looked down at the man. "Those extra pounds just saved your life, big boy." The vault door was on the ground, and Kate entered through the smoldering entrance. Inside were a electronic gadgets she couldn't begin to understand, but there was an oddly familiar headpiece sitting on top of a small metal case. Inside the case were strange discs that seemed to be important. She put the headset in the case and the case in her backpack, and readied her riot gun. As she worked her way up out of the vault room, she heard shouts and commands as guards approached. Rounding a corner, there was Molotov, standing like a giant among his troops, holding a huge chain-feed machine gun. Damn, this was the boss battle! She set her sniper rifle down and ran back to the guard shack where she'd seen a rocket launcher and a case full of rockets. Hefting the launcher, with a backpack full of rockets, she made her way back up to Molotov's position. It was time. Kate Crossbow targeted Molotov with her rocket launcher and squeezed the trigger. The explosion sent minions flying, but didn't seem to phase Molotov, who started firing his chain gun as he sought Kate's position. Kate squeezed off one more rocket, disorienting Molotov, then she pressed the button on her remote. The walls of the chamber exploded with fire and dust, rocks and flame were everywhere. Of two hundred guards, none were left. Only Molotov, staring angrily at Kate. Her next rocket knocked the chain gun out of his hands, and bloodied him considerably, yet he still stood. Now he wielded a heavy battle mace, swinging it above his head as he ran towards Kate. One blow from that thing and it would be over, Kate fired another rocket and ran as fast as she could back toward the vault room. Molotov regained his senses and plodded after her, slowed down considerably by that last shot. Kate stopped and turned, firing another rocket. This one missed. "Damn, out of rockets!" cursed Kate, brandishing her riot gun. Molotov was coming at her with a full head of steam when her next shot rang out, severing the arm that wielded the mace. But Molotov wasn't finished, his remaining hand held a giant hammer, and his eyes smoldered with hate. The hammer came down next to Kate, causing a quake that bounced the tiny woman into the air like child on a trampoline. As her next shot rang out, fire blazed from those hate-filled eyes and melted her riot gun. She ran back up the tunnel to the previous chamber, which was still smoldering from the battle. Spotting her sniper rifle, she grabbed it and positioned herself to get the longest shot possible when Molotov came into view. He rounded the corner and her shot rang out, a direct hit between the eyes. Molotov was dazed, but he still stood. Another head shot, Molotov now had a bearing on her location and was heading her way. And Kate was out of bullets. "Damn!" she cursed again. Then she spotted it - the chain gun. And it was pointing in his Molotov's general direction. If she could lure him into its line of fire, and pull the trigger... He was approaching from the right, so Kate ran to the left and shouted "What's the matter, bitch? Can't keep up with a girl?" This set him off, he charged recklessly at Kate's position. She circled back to the chain gun and shouted at Molotov again, just as he was about to cross the line of fire. He veered straight towards her, and Kate squeezed the trigger. Lead poured out of the chain-gun like plasma, and Molotov was obliterated in milliseconds. Kate worked her way up out of the cavern and was surprised to see blue sky. Apparently, her pyrotechnics had imploded the entire base, leaving a sizable valley in the side of Everest. As she climbed the ridge, a familiar voice greeted her. "Rudy! I'm so glad you made it!" cried Kate. "I'm glad for you make it as well, Kate Crossbow," replied Rudy, "two years I was under cover in that hole, pretending to be loyal soldier of HURT." "So you were on my side the whole time?" asked Kate. "Mostly, except at first meeting. Sergei was good friend, forced to work for HURT by Molotov, who make threats on Sergei's family. When you tell me of his death, I'm not pleased. But after we know each other, I find you to be remarkable woman, and believe you not to be responsible for Sergei's demise." The two held each other until the chopper arrived. Back at Unit E headquarters, Kate was debriefed for several hours before finally being allowed to take a break. Going to the cafeteria for some lunch, she ran into Boris Larley, Director of Unit E operations. "So tell me, Mr Larley, did I save the world? What dreadful weapon was in that little metal box?" "You may not have saved the world, but you did give us insight into HURT's plans." "So what were those plans? And what was that little headpiece with all the wires?" Larely looking anxious at her mention of the contents of the case, responded "Headpiece? What are you talking about? There were data tapes and microfilms, that's all." "Of course, dear" replied Kate, knowing full well that he was lying. She finished her lunch and went to her assigned quarters for a nap. After her short nap, Kate remembered where she was. "Computer, exit TIA interface." ________________________________________________________________________ Kurt Watson awoke on his recliner with a million thoughts spinning through his head, not the least of which was his predicament at work. Also, the mission bothered him. What were those things in the metal case? As he lifted the TIA headpiece off his head, it finally dawned on him - HURT had TIA-like technology, and were going to use it for world domination! But how? What harm could a virtual reality interface do? "About the only thing it could do is maybe brainwash someone" thought Kurt, "so they don't really know what they're doing... Oh My God! Kurt looked down at his body, seeing the feminine mounds on his chest and reaching up to feel if they were in fact real. He stood up, peeling off the robe and looking down at his skimpy babydoll. He reached between his legs, and yes, he was wearing panties. He felt for his penis, and it was still there, although it seemed smaller than he remembered. Reaching down a little further he found his scrotum to be empty, and his heart just sank. What the hell was going on? He remembered everything, the pills, the makeup lessons with Rhonda Winston, the funny looks from co- workers, Mr Grey putting him on leave. He also remembered that he only had one friend left in this whole wide world, everyone else had steered clear of the feminine freak he had become. Was it the game? Had the game somehow brainwashed him? Why would it do that? Why would they program it to do that? What the hell? Kurt Watson needed answers, and mostly, he needed a friend. So he dialed the phone. "Shoreview Associates, how may I help you?" It was Rhonda, thank God! "Rhonda, it's Kurt Watson. Could you please stop by after work? I really need some help..." "Of course, hon, I'll be there at 4:00 PM. Kurt thought about showering, but choose to bathe instead. Hell, with his curves and no balls, he was now more woman than man anyway, and besides, baths just felt better. So he soaked and shaved and did all the feminine things he'd been doing for the past several months, and when the doorbell rang he was dressed in an peach blouse and a red calf length skirt, sheer stockings and red strappy sandals with half inch heels. His medium length blonde hair was loosely curled, and his makeup was perfect for going out for the evening. Rhonda greeted him with a big hug. "Thank you so much, Rhonda, I'd be so alone without you," exclaimed Kurt. "What's the matter, hon?" she asked. "I- I really don't know where to start. When did I start to change?" "Well, I think it was about mid February, hon, that's when you asked me to teach you how to brighten your look with blushes and eyeshadow. Then, in March, you started using lip color, lightly at first, but you quickly progressed to full makeup. All this time you were losing weight, in fact, I'd say you're at least fifty pounds lighter than you were last winter. By May, you were wearing a bra and woman's blouses to work, and soon after you became enamored with ladies pantsuits. You were also wearing woman's shoes and carrying a purse by then. It wasn't until last week that you started coming to work in skirts and stockings. I felt sorry for you when you started changing, all of your friends dumped you, and you looked a little silly... but now I'm jealous when we go out together! You do such a beautiful job with your makeup, and with the weight loss and all, you're simply gorgeous!" Rhonda had just confirmed his suspicion. "Rhonda, I started using the TIA interface in February", said Kurt. "Really? Is that the virtual thing people are talking about, the one for playing games?" she asked. "Yes. The game I played was NELF 3, and the character I play is a beautiful woman named Kate Crossbow. She's a secret agent for 'Unit E', the good guys. I think the game may have brainwashed me somehow, because until today, I didn't realize I was doing anything unusual. Wearing woman's clothing and makeup just seemed normal. And now, well, even though I know about this, it doesn't really bother me... knowing I can't go back to being a man. Did you know my testicles are... gone? There's just an empty sack. And my breasts are almost a 'B' cup, all natural growth - well, no implants, anyway. Hormones in bottle aren't exactly the most natural way to grow boobs." They talked for two hours straight, Kurt answered every question as honestly as he could, explaining the game interface, the missions, the character, Stephanie... Finally, Rhonda said "Lets go get some dinner." They went to the local seafood place, where they had wine with their jumbo shrimp and scallops. "So what do you want to do now, Kurt?" asked Rhonda. "Well, I suppose I could start using a more appropriate name for someone of my apparent gender. Any ideas?" "Hm," said Rhonda, "I suppose 'Kate' would be a bad choice, given your recent history. You might not know whether you're in the game or not. So I think I'll name you Katy, at least for now. You can think of your own name once we get everythin