Turnabout Part I
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Turnabout Trip
By Heather St. Claire
Patrick and Stephanie had been married almost nine years when they made
their fateful visit to the Pleasure Palace, Las Vegas' Mecca for techno-
sexuals and lovers of all kinds.
They were both approaching their 30th birthdays, and at first glance,
both were still quite attractive. Stephanie's long red hair was still
thick and full and shiny; her green eyes still flashed with a sexual
hunger; her 38 D breasts didn't show a bit of sag; and there was not an
extra pound around her slim waist.
Yes, 999 out of a thousand men looking at her would see an exceptionally
beautiful woman. But Stephanie's own self-appraisal was more harsh; she
felt that time was just starting to creep up on her. Like most redheads,
her skin is was bit too fair, and was starting to show the effects of
too much sun. And even though the makeup still could hide it, there were
the beginnings of crows-feet around her eyes.
What bothered her even more is that her endurance in bed as a 29-year-
old wasn't the same as it was when she was 19. She could still leave
Patrick exhausted and begging for mercy after a night of lovemaking. But
in the old days, she could have gone on and on from there. Now, she was
tired too.
She didn't like it. Not one damn bit. And when she looked at Patrick,
she could see the years beginning to catch up with him. Yes, he still
had his wavy blonde hair, his chiseled jaw, his muscular frame; but too
much hard living was taking its toll, inside, if not outside.
The majority of visitors to the Palace were men, but they were used to
entertaining single women and couples as well. In fact, it had been
Stephanie's idea to make it their primary vacation destination. She knew
that the robotic women and men could provide them with sexual adventures
they could otherwise only dream of.
As they paid their money for a two-day ticket, Patrick wrapped his arm
across Stephanie's shoulders, and pulled her closer. "We're not even
inside yet, and I'm incredibly horny. You're sure you won't be jealous
if I'm with other women?"
"Not if you don't mind me doing other men...and as long as we stick to
the robotic ones."
"Why is that important to you? I thought we wouldn't be able to tell the
difference between the robotic people and the real ones."
"No, you can't, but it's just different somehow....I guess because this
is the only thing they exist for, the only life they have. They aren't
part of the outside world...they just exist in this fantasy land."
"Well, I'm sure there will be enough robo babes and robo studs to keep
us both busy."
At that moment, they found themselves greeted by an attractive, tanned
blonde in a latex g-string, top and stockings, all in white. "Hi, my
name is Julie," she said. "I'll be your hostess here at the Pleasure
Palace."
The three of them sat down together while Julie (who had once been a man
named Jeff) explained how things worked at the Palace....the choices of
live or robotic people, the strip shows, the sex shows, how to navigate
their way around....the choices seemed a bit bewildering, but extremely
exciting. In the beginning, at least, they agreed to stay together.
Eventually, they found themselves watching a live sex scene, involving a
robotic man named Paul, and two of the robotic women, Mandy and
Christine. Stephanie could feel herself quickly becoming aroused as they
watched the trio pleasuring each other; from the bulge in her husband's
pants, she could tell the same thing was happening to him.
As Paul headed toward his climax, Stephanie whispered to her husband,
"mind if I see if I can handle two men at once?"
He smiled and said, "I'm ready to do my part."
Soon, Paul, Patrick and Stephanie were in one of the private rooms. The
married couple quickly disrobed, Patrick stretched out on the bed, and
Stephanie dropped to her knees, and leaned over to begin sucking on his
manhood. Suddenly, she felt Paul enter her from behind.
Paul's thrusts and Patrick's moans of pleasure set up a kind of rhythm
that Stephanie found herself entering. Soon, both men came, her
husband's love juice shooting into her mouth, the robotic man's into her
pussy. Her body rocked with orgasm after orgasm. The threesome spent
several hours together, both men taking turns bringing her off with
skillful fingers when they weren't screwing her brains out, Stephanie
experiencing a level of pleasure she hadn't known in years.
She did feel a pang of sadness as she watched Patrick waiting on the
sidelines to rest up from time to time; his human body just didn't have
the orgasmic capacity of his wife's human form or Paul's robotic shell,
which seemed to have an endless supply of artificial cum.
The next night, Stephanie and Patrick agreed to explore the Palace
separately. After watching some of the sex displays, Stephanie decided
to seek out Julie. "Hi, Julie," she said. "This place is really
something. Is it true you used to be a regular human?"
"Yes," Julie said, smiling. "It's true. And I'll let you in on something
else I don't tell most customers...I used to be a man!"
The look of astonishment on Stephanie's face was real. "You're kidding!"
she said. "How...why?"
"Well, the how is pretty simple. They can remold your form in just about
any way you want, change your gender, your race, just about anything.
As
to why I wanted to become a robotic woman...I don't know how to explain
it. I enjoyed life as a man...but I envied women, and the level of
pleasure they seemed to experience during the act. It wasn't a snap
decision. It was something I gave a lot of thought to, and I've never
regretted it."
"Well," Stephanie said, putting her arms around Julie's neck, "you
certainly make a beautiful woman." She felt a moistness between her legs
as she kissed another woman for the first time in her life. The taste
of
their lipstick commingling sent a shiver of ecstasy up her spine.
Julie looked longingly into Stephanie's eyes. "I'm programmed to
pleasure you in any way you want," she said.
"Let's get a room," Stephanie urged. "Can we get another robotic woman
to join us?"
Julie smiled, and reached for the pager. "I'll get Jennifer. She's the
one who first got me started down this road."
Stephanie hesitated as they found themselves together, so the robotic
women decided to show her what she was missing. Julie and Jennifer dived
onto the mattress; their hands plunged between each other's thighs.
Julie pulled down Jennifer's g-string, parted her lips, and went for her
clit. Jennifer began to convulse, her back arching off the mattress.
That was it. Stephanie tore off her clothes, fell to her knees and
pressed her mouth to Jennifer's throbbing pussy. As she watched Jennifer
writhing with ecstasy, Julie came around behind her and started on her
rear. Jennifer's body contracted with her orgasm as her cunt worked
against Stephanie's face. At the same time, Julie was pressing and
releasing Jennifer's clit.
The robotic women quickly changed positions, Julie moving from
Stephanie's anus to her clit. Jennifer began kissing Stephanie's
nipples, which had become huge. Stephanie seemed to be in a sexual
frenzy, determined to match the intensity of the robotic women.
Stephanie went straight for Julie's clit again. To make sure she got
what she wanted, she kept a hand hooked in Jennifer's cunt as she
squatted over Julie's face. Their slightest touch excited Stephanie so
much that her shrieks of joy would have echoed through the Palace, if
not for the soundproofing in the private rooms.
When Stephanie finally reached the point of exhaustion, Jennifer smiled
at her and said, "Wow. Are you sure you aren't robotic?"
Stephanie smiled. "Not yet....but that might change."
At the end of that second night, they found themselves in a cab,
delivered back to their hotel as dawn was approaching. They were too
exhausted for a repeat of their acrobatics of the nights before. They
slept, long and deeply. Only the mid-afternoon sun streaming into the
room finally managed to wake them.
As they sipped their coffee, Patrick said, "Man, that place is
something. Part of me never wants it to end."
Stephanie saw her opening. "It doesn't have to, you know."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been doing some checking. Those robotic people...I found out that
they're not created in a lab or something, like I had thought...they're
real people who have been converted."
"You're kidding! Who would choose to do that?"
"Most of the people who work there, I found out. Think about it,
Patrick! An endless life of sexual fantasy after sexual fantasy come
true! No jobs, no responsibilities, no cares...."
"I don't know," Patrick muttered. Stephanie could see she was getting to
him.
"No debts!" she said. She could tell Patrick was thinking of the
thousands they owed on their credit cards, and could tell he was really
wavering.
She went for the clincher.
"And face it! Our bodies are going to wear out...and a lot sooner than
if we had taken care of them. These things," she said, waving her
cigarette in the air, "are no damn good for me, or for you for that
matter...and think about the drinking, and the drugs....we aren't the
hell-raisers we were 10 years ago, but face it, we've done a lot of
damage to ourselves....we're going to be old before our time."
"O-K," he said after a long silence. "Why the hell not? Let's go for
it!"
She smiled, laughed, and threw her arms around him.
They presented themselves at the entrance to the Palace late that
afternoon. "I'm sorry folks, but your two-day ticket has expired," the
woman in the booth told them. "Perhaps you'd like to purchase a new
ticket?"
They explained why they had returned, and soon Jennifer was summoned. As
they walked toward Jennifer's office, both of them took in the sexual
displays before them; both looked forward to their new lives, and felt
no sense of regret.
Perhaps Patrick would have, if he had known what Stephanie had been
planning.
Jennifer sat them down to explain the roboticization process, and gave
them the necessary paperwork to sign. Stephanie was looking over the
documents with care, but Patrick grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled his
signature at the bottom of his.
"Why bother with the fine print?" he said. "We know what's coming.
Stephanie, Jennifer, why don't you finish taking care of this...I want
to go smoke one last cigarette."
"O-K, hon." As the door closed behind him, Stephanie turned to Jennifer
and quickly blurted out the surprise she had in mind. Jennifer,
listened, smiled, and laughed. "Yes we can do that," she said. "Oh,
aren't you the tricky little bitch...or stud."
They found Patrick, and soon the couple was led to the changing room.
There, they met Tim, the technician who would guide them through their
transformation. It was approaching 5 p.m. "Since the process takes about
seven hours, you'll be brand new people by midnight." The devilish grin
on Stephanie's face seemed to be hiding something; Patrick briefly
wondered what it was.
But when Patrick learned that the side effect of the injection that
would prepare him for the roboticization process was an enormous amount
of cum--cum that would have to be emptied from his body. A broad smile
crossed his face as he saw that Mandy, Christine and Melissa were all on
hand to help with that "problem."
The process began, and soon, both their minds were inside the computer;
although they were out of their old bodies and not yet in their new
ones, they found they could communicate with each other in the void.
"Kind of creepy," he said.
"I don't know...I don't think I'd want to stay this way, but it's kind
of a turn-on for a while." There was a pause. "Honey, I don't want you
to be mad at me, but I've arranged for a little surprise when we wake
up."
"Surprise? What surprise?" His question was met with silence; soon he
drifted off back into unconsciousness.
Patrick had no idea how much time had passed when awareness began to
return. He could tell that his mind was no longer disembodied; he
definitely felt like he had solid form again, though he couldn't move or
speak. "I must be a robot now," he thought. Something, though, told him
that things were not quite as expected. Suddenly, a wave of incredible
pleasure washed over him. This was an orgasm, all right but it was
different than any he had ever felt in his life.
He found himself grasping for words to explain the difference. For some
reason, he thought of a stone being tossed into a pond. Instead of the
stone, he felt like the water, slow waves of residual pleasure rippling
outward and through him.
As the orgasm faded, Patrick realized he could open his eyes, and did.
To his utter shock, he saw his own body staring back at him. Rather, it
was a robotically enhanced version of it. He seemed to be about three
inches taller, and he looked younger and healthier. He was wearing a
silver spandex shirt and black leather pants, both skin tight that
showed every ripple of his muscles and did nothing to hide the huge
bulge between his legs.
If he was looking at his own body, then who the hell was in it? And
whose body was he in? With a feeling of horror, he realized he was
looking up at himself; he must be at least half a foot shorter than he
had been previously. It was then that reality began to sink in.
Stephanie, occupying the robot version of Patrick's body, had a huge
grin on her new face.
"Yes, darling" she said, "I arranged for my mind to be put into your
robotic body...and vice versa. I'm sure you want to know why."
She paced back and forth, getting used to the longer strides that her
new legs made possible. She stopped, rubbed her hand over her new
crotch, smiled, and continued.
"What it comes down to is curiosity. I've always wanted to know how it
felt to have a dick and balls. It always felt so good to have a nice big
one -- like yours -- inside of my tight pussy, that I wanted to find
out if it felt as good from the other end.
"Frankly, I never wanted to be a guy, but this was the only way to do
it. I suggested the idea of a she-male; I thought I could really be
popular that way, but even the management here wasn't progressive enough
to go for that. Anyway...I'm giving you a great gift...a chance to find
out what life is like on the other side. I think you're going to enjoy
yourself as a woman; I really do, or did. There's nothing better than a
multiple orgasm."
Steven paused in his pacing. He seemed to be deep in thought as he
looked off into the distance, then directly at her husband. "Let me try
to tell you what it's like -- imagine climbing a whole series of
mountains! The longest, most difficult trip is up the first one; but
when you arrive, you feel absolutely exhilarated to be there. You start
down, but then, before you know it, you've reached the second
mountaintop! And then they just keep coming and coming..., no pun
intended" the smile on her -- or his, face was a wistful one.
"Don't worry, this won't be forever. They've assured me it will be
possible to switch us back. Remember, our brains are digitized. Think of
it as sort of like taking a hard drive out of one computer and putting
it in another. I promise you that will happen...whenever I get tired of
your body. It might take a week, a month, a year, who knows? In the
meantime, I hope you enjoy yourself, Patricia."
She aimed the remote at her husband and pushed in the key sequence to
activate him.
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