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I woke slowly the next morning, my memory of the previous day's events
coming back in bits and pieces. Someone was stroking my back, and I
could hear morning birdsong. I opened my eyes to see dappled sunlight
falling across Julia's face and breasts.
I was lying on my side. My arms were around her, and she was smiling at
me. "Good morning, beautiful," she said.
My god, I thought, as the various parts of my brain began to integrate
into a single conscious whole. I finally got Julia into bed!
I could feel my erection between my legs, my engorged cock pulsing
against the inside of my thighs, and I thrust towards her. Something
was off, though, something was -
I gasped in surprise as I felt her slide into me, and yesterday's
events came back with a rush. That erection wasn't mine anymore,
because I was a woman.
I arched my back and moaned as she penetrated me deeply and rolled on
top of me. I gripped her tightly with my vagina and could feel her cock
throbbing against the walls of my vagina in time with her heartbeat,
could feel the friction as she slid in and out. The base of her cock
stimulated my clit when she pulled up slightly at the deepest part of
each stroke, and I could feel her balls gently bump the area just below
my pussy. Her balls, those organs of the masculinity which I now
lacked.
A shadow of the wonderful pre-orgasm sensations of the night before
were building within me, a delicious tingling in my breasts and
stomach, hot pulses of pleasure from my clit and labia, and the warm
stretchy feeling of having the space inside me filled by seven inches
of hard manhood. Before I was even part way there, however, Julia
stiffened and I felt her cock get even bigger for a moment as it
spurted semen into my womb.
She rolled off and lay beside me, petting and stroking my hair. She
looked a little apologetic.
"I didn't take you all the way, did I?"
I shook my head. "Nop. It's okay though, it felt good." My voice was
still strange and unfamiliar.
"Want to go again?"
I propped myself up on one elbow, pulling part way out of her embrace.
"Actually, I'd just as soon save it for the big event. Shall we change
and give it a try?"
"How about we do it after breakfast? That way you'll be fully awake to
enjoy it, and I'll get to have my girl around for a little while
longer. That's if you'll stay in your present form. I'd like it if you
wouldn't change till after we eat, so I can see how you react to going
about your morning as a woman."
I frowned a little. "Well, all right. If you'll get rid of that thing."
I pointed to my cock and balls hanging between her legs. "I prefer you
as your normal self, not some half and half hybrid."
She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me up from her place on the bed.
"You don't like your manhood?"
"Not so much on you. To be honest, I preferred it when you went down on
me as a woman. It was more pleasurable." I felt a queer sense of
disorientation. Here I was, lying on my girlfriend's bed in a lovely,
completely feminine body, a pussy between my legs and perfect breasts
on my chest, discussing my experience of lesbian sex in a voice which
sounded like my wet dream - actually, considering the MAU could read my
mind, my voice probably *was* my wet dream.
"Well, all right, then." She sat up and yawned, then went over to the
MAU and spent a few moments programing it. Then she stepped inside,
pausing for a moment to stroke her manhood and wink at me. I had a
final glimpse of my cock hanging down between her thighs as she
vanished into the shadowy interior. It was the last time I would ever
see it.
She stepped back out clad in a skin tight Little Black Dress which left
no doubt at all that she was again complete female.
"Want me to help you get up? I could give you a hand going to the
bathroom and getting dressed and so on."
I sat up and looked down at myself. The view was breathtaking. I hefted
my breasts in my hands, rubbing the nipples with my thumbs, and felt a
thrill of sexual excitement. A real woman's body was available for my
every wim, a body which would never say no, which I could do anything
with - well, anything but have sex with it.
"You want a hand with those?" Julia's voice was amused.
I looked back up at her. "No, I got it. I think I can get dressed fine
by myself. I'll just do like you did, use the MAU to take care of that
and any bathroom issues at the same time."
"So, you're saying you'd like to be alone for a while with your new
equipment? You sure I can't help?"
I giggled and released my breasts, carefully rose to my feet, steadying
myself with one hand on the wall. "Get you're mind out of the gutter,
Julia! I just want a few moments to get, uh, comfortable."
I wanted a few minutes to myself to try out the last changes I'd made
to this form.
"Well, all right Mike." She looked at me oddly for a moment. "It feels
strange calling you Mike when you look like that. Anyway, I'll call
when breakfast's ready."
When she was gone I took a few careful steps away from the bed. Walking
was still strange, but easier than the night before. Perhaps my brain
had grown more accustomed to my new form.
I couldn't keep my hands off my breasts. The idea of having two
beautiful examples of these previously unattainable female attributes
constantly within arms reach was intoxicating. It seemed a crime not to
fondle them at every opportunity while I had the chance.
In fact, they would be a good subject for my first test. I
concentrated, visualizing what I wanted in my mind, and felt a buzzing
sensation start in my breasts as the changes began. I watched them
closely over the next few minutes as they shrank slightly and turned a
light chocolate color.
It worked! I focused again, and watched the skin turn slowly back to a
normal pink. It was much faster just changing the skin shade, I
noticed.
So if that worked, what should I do next?
I began to pace back and forth in front of the MAU, carefully, so as
not to lose my balance. I normally paced when thinking, but it was
different now. Walking caused all kinds of interesting sensations in
this body. Not just my pussy lips rubbing together and my breasts
bouncing - the thought of my breasts made me bring my hands up and cup
them again - but the way my hips moved was very different than when I'd
been a man.
They were so wide now compared to my waist. It completely changed my
gate, making my butt sway gently from side to side with each step.
I stopped at the end of a circuit of the room and turned to the mirror,
looking at myself. The curve of my hips, the empty space between my
legs, was mesmerizing, irresistible. I would give anything to have sex
with the lovely creature in the mirror. But I *was* that lovely
creature. God, I wanted my manhood back at that moment.
Julia's voice pulled me out of my reverie. "You about ready, Mike?"
I shook myself, which made my breasts bob and sway interestingly, and
turned away from the mirror. "Just a few more minutes! I haven't
changed yet."
I resumed my pacing. The test had worked. So, what should I change now?
It seemed a waste to do nothing but empty my bladder and dress myself
with the MAU. Who knew how many more uses I might get? And immortality
was within my grasp. I should grab hold now, before something went
wrong.
I'd proved the MAU could give impossible abilities to it's users. Yes,
impossible. I'd tried to keep it close to reality, but making changes
like that in minutes to a human body was pretty much impossible.
Now I had to decide what level of change would be safe. Regeneration
was my first choice. But what about for others?
There was a dumb TV show, Heroes, which had a character who could
regenerate, a la the X-men comics, and who could also heal or bring
others back to life if they were recently dead by injecting them with
her blood.
But there was no way *that* could work in real life, was there? I mean,
leaving aside tissue rejection, my blood would practically have to be
intelligent to figure out what was wrong with a new host and fix it.
Of course that was a problem that all fictional regeneration shared.
A thought occurred to me. The MAU would accept commands phrased as
words. If I added qualifiers to my programing, something along the
lines of, "only include if safe and capable of operating close to my
wishes." Hmmm, that could work.
"Hurry up!" called Julia. "Before your breakfast gets cold."
"Just a minute!" I called back.
I touched the crystal and began formalizing my wishes. Regeneration,
using surrounding inanimate matter to rebuild flesh, a few refinements
to prevent memory loss or inadvertent twinning, no aging, tissue will
heal others in the same way if introduced into their bodies - what
else could be useful? Ability to turn off pain response, and
temporarily turn it off in others if I had it off when I extracted my
blood and injected them, ability to repress regeneration if I wanted
to; useful for medical examinations. Blood would reverse the aging
process in others and return them to the age at which they reached peak
physical condition. A few special case instructions for things like
transplanted organs and diseases such as cancer which involved cell
growth. And the blanket safety statement.
"Come on Mike! You can play with that later."
"All right, all right, just one more minute!"
I selected clothes, white cotton bra and panties, blue jeans and a blue
cotton blouse, put a few empty syringes in the shirt pocket. That
should be everything.
I hesitated. Healing others by injecting them with my own blood was
needlessly complicated, even dumb. I should try something to test
another possibility that was cleaner and simpler - action at a
distance.
"If it is safe and possible, give me psychokinesis and whatever related
senses are required to control same," I thought at the machine. Densely
packed red claw marks ran across the screen from left to right. An
error message, I wondered? A warning?
"Come on!" yelled Julia.
"Coming!" I said and stepped into the MAU.
The first thing I noticed on exiting was that I'd forgotten to give
myself shoes. Oh, well. I certainly wasn't going to use the MAU again
just for that.
The second thing was that woman's clothing was decided odd. The jeans
hugged my legs and butt like a second skin, far tighter than what I
considered comfortable as a man, the tight fabric across my crotch
making it painfully obvious that I possessed no external sex organs.
The bra was strange, like a cross between a tight shirt and a pair of
large hands holding my breasts. Perhaps *that* was why women weren't
constantly playing with their tits; because their underwear did it for
them.
I descended the stairs two at a time, the steps even larger than usual
due to my smaller stature, and walked into the kitchen. In these
clothes I felt like sex object, trussed up and strapped in. I guess
that was what I got for imagining clothes in the latest fashions.
Julia was waiting impatiently beside a heaping stack of waffles, coated
with butter and maple syrup. "Finally! How long *does* it take you to
masturbate, anyway?"
"I wasn't masturbating, honest," I said as I sat down on the corner of
a chair and pulled the waffles over. I felt another wave of unreality
wash over me as I lent forward to take a bite. The corner of the chair
was pressing up into my groin. It should be acutely uncomfortable,
mashing my balls, but it wasn't. It felt fine. It wasn't even rubbing
on my new sex, because that was further back, underneath me. Where my
genitals used to be was just smooth skin.
I slid back on the chair and crossed my legs. That felt even better
than when I'd been a eunuch. The female hip structure seemed to be
specifically designed for crossing one's legs. No wonder women always
seemed to sit like that.
Julia sat down in the chair beside me and dug into another heaping
plate of waffles. They were delicious. Still, pancakes last night,
waffles this morning. She had odd eating habits.
I gestured to her plate. "How do you keep that figure the way you eat?"
She swallowed a mouthful with a gulp and grinned, half turning towards
me. I took the opportunity to eye her cleavage. That little black dress
was hot, hot, hot! I couldn't wait to turn back into a man and ravish
her. "I don't eat like this most of the time. But with the MAU, weight
gain is hardly a problem."
As my stack of waffles shrank and my appetite diminished I spent a
little time comparing the taste to my memory of last night's pancakes.
This new body didn't seem to react to taste that much differently than
my old one. Perhaps a little more vivid, but not too much.
Had my command regarding the psychokinesis worked? I stopped toying
with the last few pieces of waffle on my plate and focused on my fork.
Move, I commanded it. Nothing happened. I visualized it sliding across
the plate. Still nothing. Hmm.
So the PK hadn't worked? Of course this was hardly the best time to
test it - optimally I should take some time alone to really concentrate
- but still. I'd had no problem getting the limited shapeshifting to
work. If PK was out of the machine's reach, then chances were rapid
regeneration was as well. This might be more difficult than I'd hoped.
"If you're finished with that, you could help me with the dishes," said
Julia, getting up and carrying her plates over to the sink."
"Pshaw," I said. "That's woman's work."
"If the shoe fits..."
I raised one shapely leg over the edge of the table and displayed my
foot. "Nop, no shoes here," I said wiggling the cute little toes. God
were they tiny.
I was also a lot more limber. As a man, lifting my foot like that would
have been very difficult, almost impossible. Now, it was no more bother
than lifting my arm.
"Get your cute butt over here, before I take a dish rag to you!" she
said with a laugh.
"Fine, fine. I won't be a woman much longer, though. Soon I'll be all
man, babe."
"Don't call me babe." She was suddenly withdrawn, keeping a space
between us as I helped with the dishes. Hmm. She apparently didn't like
the idea of our upcoming tryst.
That was just tough. I'd certainly put out for her. I'd let her put my
old penis inside me. Did that make me a fag, I wondered? I'd say it
sort of did. I might be in a woman's body, but I was still *me*, and
that didn't change just because of the flesh.
Still, it was Julia. Maybe it was okay to be a little bit of a fag for
her.
I glanced out the window as I was racking the dishes, and saw a large
mound of fresh earth in the middle of the yard. It took me a moment to
figure out what it must be.
"Is that where the MAU came down?" I asked. "Why's it a mound instead
of a crater?"
She followed my gaze. "Oh, that. It *was* a crater. I may have gone a
little bit overboard filling it in. Didn't want anyone noticing
something had landed there."
She went back to washing the last dish. "I found it early, but it
wasn't till about this time in the morning that I got it working. That
was sure a surprise. It was this real little box when I first found it.
It expanded to the way it is now when I held my fingers on the claw
mark for a while."
I racked the last dish and wiped my hands. Now for the big moment. I
gestured towards the stairs. "Shall we, my dear?"
She looked sad for a moment, then brightened. "I guess you do deserve
it. I just wish you could stay a woman longer... Maybe later. Okay, I'm
ready."
She followed me upstairs and waited by the bed while I went over to the
MAU. No seductive strip tease this time, I noted.
I touched the crystal, expecting my current form to appear naked on the
screen. Instead a wash of red passed over it and there was an odd
hissing, thrumming noise as alien text scrolled by. Then the MAU began
to shrink rapidly. In seconds it was only a few feet high, and when it
finally stopped, all that was left was a small rectangular silver cube,
about five by ten inches, featureless but for a hand sized claw print
on top.
I stood there looking at it dumbly, feeling dread crawl over me in a
creeping wave. I felt like it had suddenly reached out and slugged me.
It had happened. I was stuck. I'd spend the rest of my life as a woman.
Oh, I'd try my damndest to get it to work again. But I already knew
what would happen. Nothing. Call it a gut feeling. Hell, call it
woman's intuition. This was all she wrote. Emphasis on "she."
The sword of Damocles had fallen. In one fell swoop I'd lost
everything. My future. My manhood. My family. My life. I was nothing
now. A woman. Even if I survived, I'd never be anything more than a
pussy. A second class citizen, something for men to chase after and
conquer, nothing but a piece of tail, a broad, a chick, a cunt, and all
the other charming names I'd heard in my life for the weaker sex.
Just going out with *another* woman would be considered a perversion.
'Lesbian,' people would whisper behind my back. She probably wishes she
had a penis, they'd think. And they'd be right.
Even if I could get my family to believe I was who I said I was, I
could imagine what my Dad would say. "I thought you had more sense,
*son,*" he'd sneer. "I thought you'd know better than to turn yourself
into, into, *this*, just to get in a girl's pants. And you never even
got into them." Actually, he might not say that last. I *had* gotten
into girl's pants, all right. Permanently.
That would just be the beginning. "You had access to a device which
gave you more potential power than anyone on earth. And you threw it
away along with your manhood, for nothing. What are we supposed to do
now? How are we supposed to explain you to the authorities? You think
anyone will believe you used to be our son, with a body like that? How
are we supposed to get you into a college when the whole world will
think your some tramp we picked up somewhere?"
And Mom would almost be worse. She wouldn't yell at me. She would try
to calm Dad down. She would hug me and tell me it wasn't my fault; I
was just being a teenager. And she would look at me with such terrible
disappointment.
And if I ran away? I saw myself in ten years, a jaded drug addict
prostitute, fucking fat slobs just to get a little cash so I could buy
some dope and escape from the hell I lived in.
Julia had come over and was looking at me with concern. I realized I
was crying, tears running down my cheeks and my breath coming in great
hitches
"What happened?" she asked, putting a hand to my cheek to wipe away my
tears.
"I d-didn't do anything!" I sobbed. "I j-just touched it, and the d-
damned thing shrank down to nothing."
Did I even get immortality out of it? No. The MAU had rejected the
rapid healing just like it rejected the psychokinesis. All I could do
was change who I looked like. How like a woman, I thought bitterly.
Why, I might not even have to learn to use makeup. I'd just naturally
be the best prostitute money could buy.
Could I even trust my feelings, my thoughts? My mind, the sum total of
experience and cognition which was 'me,' was an entity which now
existed within the folds and crannies of a genetically female brain, a
brain structurally different from that in which 'I' had developed, a
brain even now being supplied with blood laced with female hormones -
estrogen, progesterone - mind altering chemicals produced by the new
organs in my abdomen, those organs which I had traded my manhood for.
Were these tears running down my face anything more than an artifact of
my new body chemistry? Was there anything left of the real me?
Suicide. That was the only option. That way I wouldn't burden my
parents with trying to help me, wouldn't have to face their
disappointment and anger.
Julia was kneeling beside the little box that was all that was left of
the MAU, pressing her hand into the claw print.
"This was how it was when I found it. Only then, it opened up when I
touched it like this for a few seconds."
And Julia. My mind flailed as it attempted to relieve my
responsibility, to make what had happened not my fault. Julia had done
this to me. What was it she said? She wished I could be a girl a little
longer. Well, now I would be. Forever.
She looked up at me. "Come on Mike! Don't just stand there. See if you
can make it work. You were the last one to touch it. Maybe it's keyed
to you or something."
That penetrated my haze somewhat. I worked to calm my breathing, to
still the heaving of my bosom. I knelt down by her and fitted my
slender hand into the claw print. I was shaking like a leaf, my stomach
roiling in reaction to my panic.
Work, I prayed. Please, god, let it work.
But it didn't.
An hour later I was sitting slumped on the sofa in the computer room
looking glumly at the little silver box where it sat on the table in
front of me, while Julia read an article off the net. I'd stopped
listening to her a while ago. Nothing had worked on the box, no amount
of poking and prodding and tickling, not even beating it with a chair.
Hardly surprising, that, for an object which had probably survived
uncontrolled atmospheric entry without a scratch.
And what Julia had found online boiled down to one thing. I was stuck
with no way out. If you knew what to look for, the information was easy
to find. There had been other MAUs. None had worked longer than four
days. None had ever worked after that time period.
There was always the possibility I might find another box, of course.
Vanishingly small chance, that. But a faint hope. Would it be enough to
keep me going?
I'm Mike, I told myself. No matter what happens, I am Mike fucking
Cochran and no one can take that away from me.
I didn't notice Julia had stopped talking until I felt her hands on my
arms, pulling me out of my slump, tugging me upright. I went with the
pressure, rising to my feet. I felt numb all over. What did anything
matter now?
Julia lent down slightly and put her arms around me, hugging me
tightly, and I felt her breasts press into mine, her nipples poking
through the fabric of the LBD. "I'm sorry, Mike. I'm really sorry. But
it's not the end of world, either. I still like you. More than like
you. I love you. We'll get through this together. Being stuck as a
woman is hardly something to be depressed about. I mean, you sure
didn't seem to have any problem with it last night and this morning.
It'll be great. You'll see. And you're *my* girl now. I won't let
anything happen to you."
Standing there, small and vulnerable in my female body, encircled by
the arms of a woman who until just yesterday had been my inferior in
both size and height, I felt a sensation I hadn't experienced since I'd
been a little child being held by my mother. I felt safe, protected,
insulated from the outside world by someone bigger and stronger than I.
It was a subtle thing, insidiously seductive. It was also the first
mental change I thought I could definitely attribute to my new gender.
I broke out of Julia's embrace, pushed her away roughly. She looked
hurt, and I thought I could detect the quick gleam of tears in her
eyes. I looked away. The last thing I needed was a mutual feminine
crying jag. God, I should just kill myself now.
Julia was quiet for a moment, then she reached out and took my hand in
hers. "Don't push me away. Don't retreat into a shell."
I looked at her mutely, shook my head. Who wanted to say anything? If I
did, it wouldn't be *my* voice. It would be the voice of the sexy young
woman I had become. Willingly. God damn it, how could I have been so
fucking stupid?!
Julia smiled gently at me. "Come on, Mike. You need to stop moping over
what you've lost and start thinking about what you've gained. You've
got me, you've got beauty, the world's your oyster. You need to get
out, mingle with people, experience life as the beautiful woman you've
become.
"I know how to start. How about a new name. Mike is hardly appropriate
for someone who looks like you do now. How about Michelle? Or Gabrelle?
You look kind of like that girl from the Xena show."
I shook my head, feeling a surge of anger. I'd given up my masculinity
and my life. I was *not* going to give up my name, too. "No!" I tried
to make my voice deeper, more manly, but I still sounded drop dead
sexy.
"Well, I can't call you Mike. What name do you want?"
I stood there glaring at her, seething with rage. A good part of it was
that what had happened was my fault, and I'd had enough of blaming
myself. She was the one who had led me on, coerced me into this. Now
she was trying to take away my last vestige of self, to make me into a
completely different person. Hell, she'd found out about the MAU pretty
fast online. For all I knew she might have been planning this all
along, might have known from the very beginning when the box would conk
out.
She spread her hands. "Anything come to mind? Willow Rosenberg, Samus
Aran? Sapphire? *Ruby*?"
Now she was making fun of me. In that moment I wanted to kill her, to
wipe that mocking little grin right off her face. But I could I even do
*that*? What was I but a helpless little girl, now?
Everyone experiences moments like that in their lives. Moments when
they want with all their heart to hurt someone, to break them. For most
people it is never anything but an unreasoning, unacted upon impulse,
lasting for mere seconds.
But I was no longer 'most people.'" I brought my hands up to my head as
pain suddenly squeezed my brain in a vice. It remained like that for
agonizing seconds, then focused into my forehead and lanced out towards
Julia.
The air between us rippled and distorted with the passage of some
tremendous force, and she went flying across the room in a spray of
blood. She smashed into the wall with a solid crash, then slowly
crumpled to the floor. An outline remained on the wall above her
twisted form, indented plaster and dripping blood showing where she had
struck.
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