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Doc's Complex 25 - What It Felt Like
by Lee Most
Copyright 2012 by Lee Most
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Synopsis:
Chapter 25 of the FMNaNoWriMo challenge novel "Doc's Complex," in which
the men from the mine, now buxom beauties, reunite and compare notes.
Alice tells how it felt to wear a bikini among men. The Girl who had been
Tom's fantasy gets a name. Categories and key words describe only this
chapter. I'm concentrating on writing now, so I won't edit mistakes or
respond to any reviews until December.
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Chapter 25 - What It Felt Like
It was after a long day at the Resort for Alice & Keela, but only after as
much time as it takes to walk through a large city park for the others,
that they all met in the living room of the suite where the eight Girls
lived.
Alice began to regale a group of the men with his adventures with Keela,
while Keela started to tell some of the Girls her version. The two groups
sat close enough that everyone could hear everyone else, so it was not
long before the two groups combined.
The most embarrassing part for Alice was when he tried to present himself
as bravely challenging the world of mixed sexes at the Resort wearing only
that itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini. Keela began singing
her version of the song, where the girl in the bikini became a boy in the
bikini. Alice's face turned red, and when practically everyone in the room
joined in, he blushed even more.
The mere memory of the experience made him blush, and when Keela and the
others saw his face at the end of the song they got him to talk.
"Alice! Aww, you're blushing! Do you want to tell us about it?"
"Yeah, Alice. If you're turning that red, there must be a good story you
can tell us."
They all knew that his name had been "Al" that morning, but the Changing
Machine that had made his body look like a buxom babe and made his breasts
so hypersensitive that they acted like a new kind of sex organ had also
changed his brain so he could only think of himself as "Alice." While he
and every man there knew his name used to be Albert Eisenstein, they also
knew that he was now as incapable of responding to that name as he was of
responding to "Pinocchio." The same sort of thing had happened to everyone
in that room.
"If you hold it in too long, it'll build up and come out in a way you
don't like."
"Come on, Alice! Tell us!"
"Yes, tell us."
It turned into a chant: "Tell us! Tell us! Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!"
Finally, looking daggers at Keela, Alice said, "Okay, stop already! I'll
tell you. Do I get a drink, at least?"
"A drink for the dark damsel!" Some blond head bounced out of the room.
"Someday, I've got to learn some way to tell all you blonds apart."
"Oh, you weren't with us. We did that on the way here. We figured out who
all of us are, including you being Al and Keela being Will," said the one
with the waist-length curly black hair. "I'm Murrie, M.U.R.R.I.E., and I
used to be Murray, M.U.R.R.A.Y. I trust that you figured out that spelling
is important."
"Yeah. I'm Alice, spelled A.L.I.C.E., not to be confused with the thirty
other Alices in the Complex who spell their names with Ys, Ss, and extra
Es and Ls."
Murrie began explaining everyone else's names, but Alice shook his hands
at him. "No, Murrie, stop! One name at a time! If I try to learn too many
at once, I won't rem'ber anyone!" Then, he looked at everyone circling
around him, and he squinted his eyes craftily. "What am I saying? I din't
want to tell that story. Of COURSE I want to learn all your names! And
then we can get a tour of this huge place. You say all you girls live
here? What's that weird-looking gadget in the corner?"
Keela on his left elbowed him in the ribs. "If you don't tell them, I'll
make you show off that bikini to them."
He looked over at her. They were the middle two people on the longest
couch in the room. "Yes, dear." He turned to the others. "When Keela and I
left you guys, we went through one off those purplish-pink doorways and
came out in her bedroom. Did you know that they are all teleporters?" A
crowd of blank stares. "No. Okay, if you ask Doc before you try to go
through one, and tell him where you want to go, you can enter one side of
any doorway and come out of the other side of any other doorway, and I
mean anywhere. You can go to New Mexico in one step."
"That's impossible!"
"So is time travel, yet we did it."
"Which one? Time travel or New Mexico in one step?"
"Both. Do you want to hear this? Because I'd be happy to go to my grave
not telling you guys!"
Loud protests followed, Murrie still saying it was impossible, and a
confusion of others trying to shush him, and then Pansy Pond returned from
their kitchen with a tray of glasses and a pitcher delayed the telling
even more.
Alice's claim about teleportation proved true very quickly. The pitcher
had a few dials on it, and Pansy Pond asked each of them for their drink
choices, turned the dials, and poured sweetened tea with lemon into the
first glass, unsweetened tea with milk into the second glass, orange juice
into the third, rum and Coke, seltzer water, hot coffee with cream and
sugar, and a variety of other drinks. Alice asked for Yarran beer, the
excellent brew he'd had at the Resort, and soon his glass had a dark
yellow head of foam. "This is rilly the best brew in the galaxy," he told
his companions. "I'm never drinking anything else again!"
Alice asked Keela to explain how food and drink were teleported to the
pitcher, she did, and he waited until everyone was again settled before
going back to his story.
He said, "Time is not as fixed as we thought, ladies and gentlemen. Doc
can stretch it and compress it, so if you," (He gestured at the blond who
looked like a Barbie doll with the much more buxom blond with waist-length
hair on his lap, and glanced at Keela, who whispered their names.) "Barbie
Doll, wanted to go off for a couple of hours with Pansy Pond to explore
her bedroom and maybe fool around together in her bed, you could ask Doc
for some extra time, do all that, and then come back here, and only a few
minutes would have passed for the rest of us. That's what Keela and I did
in her room while you guys were strolling through empty hallways looking
for this place."
Murrie was going to say something, but Seecie clamped her hand over his
mouth, hissing "No interruptions!"
"I'm not one to kiss and tell, but let's just say it was a couple of hours
later and Keela suddenly said, 'You've just got to see the Resort,' and
arranged with Doc so that we could spend as much time as we wanted there
and still meet you guys here and now. It's sort of like tying a long
string to a tree before you enter a maze so you can retrace your steps
when you want to get back to where you started. We spent hours there, had
a few meals, spent the afternoon on the beach by the lake, and then went
out dancing before returning here, ten hours earlier than when we left
there."
"If all that's true, and from the way you picked up Keela's way of
talking, I'm inclined to believe it, what's there to blush about? It
sounds like a nice date," Barbie Doll asked.
"It was the bikini, dummy," said Pansy Pond. "You try wearing one
sometime, and then you can tell him it's no big thing, but not before
that."
"You're skirting around the issue, Alice. Tell us why you were blushing,"
demanded another blond.
"You guys won't let me get away with anything. Okay, the next thing I knew
she had got me to put on the aforementioned bikini of the yellow color
with tiny purple polka dots, while she put on a form-fitting one-piece
bathing suit made of about a hundred times as much cloth as I was wearing.
I notice that all of you guys have shoes with heels of the same,
comfortable six-inch height that I'm wearing, but for the beach, she gave
me a pair of shoes with wedge-shaped pieces of cork for soles, since spike
heels don't work too well on sand."
He had on a green silk blouse that covered his huge assets, and narrowed
down to his small waist, where it was tucked into a pleated white cotton
skirt. He was still wearing the green matching pumps he had put on to
dance with his lover. Now, he smoothed the blouse down to his waist,
gathered all the loose fabric, and pulled it back, stretching the blouse
around each and every curve of his breasts, torso, and miniscule waist.
"You all know that Keela was Will, and that Will liked big boobs. Well it
should be no surprise that Keela also likes big boobs, and when she got
her lovely fingers on the controls of a Changing Machine, she found out
everything that Doc could tell her about how to make me have the largest
pair of boobs that would stay up and off the chest below without a bra,
and, well, these are the boobs that she gave me. Not only that, she made
my waist extra small to make them look even larger than that by
comparison. See?"
The way he presented it, his figure was hard to ignore.
He took another appreciative drink of Yarran beer from his glass. "So, now
I not only have the biggest boobs and the smallest waist of anyone but
Tom's fantasy girl - Does she have a name yet? No? Where is she anyway?
Wren? Really? Okay, I'll tell the story - Not only am I now a guy with a
more extreme hourglass figure than any Real World woman anywhere, but all
I've got on is two tiny triangles up here," and he drew triangles over his
nipples, "and slightly larger ones down here and on my rear. You know,
yesterday I had no idea what women meant by the word 'support,' and I'll
bet most of you din't either, but you all know now, don't you? Even you,
Barbie Doll. You've got the smallest boobs here. Would you like to go back
to the Real World without a bra on under your clothes?"
Barbie Doll looked down and then around at the others, as if surprised
that his figure, which was based on the famous doll, had the least curves.
Then he shook his head no.
"Right. Well I'm wearing this tiny thing that barely covers my nipples,
with no support anywhere. Every time I take a step everything shakes and
jiggles. Keela gave me this great hairband that keeps all my hair about
eight inches behind me when I'm standing or walking, and that really helps
with the hair control problem and the problem of hot hair on my back on a
hot day, but because of it, I find I can't use my hair to hide my boobs or
my waist, either. Whenever I try to pull some of it forward, it's like a
strong breeze pulls it back behind me.
"So I'm already feeling nervous, and when we step out of her bedroom,
we're suddenly standing in an elevator, a Real World elevator. I know
because there are shadows, and I see that Keela's makeup is all wrong. I
don't know if you noticed, but the makeup we're all wearing here creates
dark areas to simulate shadows, but it looks all spooky when there are
real shadows on top of that. So, Keela pulls a makeup kit out of nowhere,
and changes my makeup, and then I do hers. I din't even know that I could
do that, and suddenly I know which powder to brush on where, how to make
her eyes look right, and what to do with her lipstick brush. It only takes
a few seconds, that's how comfortable I am now with all these makeup tools
I never held before in my life.
"While using my new makeup skills, I wonder if maybe I have some other
skills the Changing machine gave me that I don't know about, like how to
not be embarrassed wearing almost nothing in a resort full of strangers,
and when I tell Keela how nervous I feel, she doesn't help. Instead she
starts singing, 'He was afraid to come out of the locker,' and I swear
that song could have been written about me!
"And then the elevator stops and some other Doc's Girls get on, and while
those new Girls redo their makeup, Keela starts singing the second verse,
'He was afraid to go out in the open,' and those other Girls, they start
singing along with her, and I know for sure that I have no special ability
to not be embarrassed. Two of them are wearing bikini bathing suits, but
they're the regular kind, with tops that cover most of their breasts, and
bottoms that are like panties, not like mine. Mine is just a long skinny
triangle on my butt with the point going between my legs and a piece of
string through the front to tie it together over my hips. These Girls also
don't have as much," he gestured with his hands in cup shapes, "for those
bikinis to cover up. They're tiny compared to either of us." He looked
around and spotted Murrie's double-D cups, "I guess as small as yours
Murrie."
Several of the men snickered at Murrie's boobs being called "small,"
because most of them had chosen C-cup breasts, and Murrie had a couple of
inches on more than half of them.
Alice, whose experience of his own and Keela's balloons colored his
opinions of what were "large" and "small" breasts, did not even realize he
had said anything amusing. He continued, "That means that, although I'm
surrounded by all these real women, I, a man, have bigger breasts, a
smaller waist, a butt that sticks out more in back, and longer legs than
any of these amazingly pretty girls. Oh, and my cock is hidden in that
numbing goo in my bikini bottom, so not only is there no evidence that I'm
a man even down there, but I can't even FEEL myself get hard! I know I
would be if it was, shall we say, 'available.' I mean, Keela and these
other Girls are hot, and I mean H. O.T. bodacious babes, and instead of
looking manly, I look more girly than any of them! I can't tell you how
low that made me feel."
Keela did a contortionist's move at that. She leaned forward, twisted her
shoulders around almost a hundred and eighty degrees, and looked at his
face. "Why did that make you feel low? You were prettier and sexier than
any of us!"
"That's not what men strive for, Keela! We want to be seen as good
looking, sure, but as good-looking men, not good-looking women! A good-
looking man has big muscles, a muscular chest, a rugged face, a beard or
mustache or at least some evidence that he can grow one. If he goes out in
the sun with his shirt off, he doesn't come home with tan lines like
these." Alice pulled aside the neckline of his blouse, and his bra strap
to quickly show the pale line where his bikini's shoulder strap had
blocked the sun all afternoon. "No, he has hair on his chest, and short
hair, and a deep voice, and he doesn't wear women's clothing."
"So, you don't like the way I made you look?"
"Keela, I, well," He stopped, considered what he could say, and then shook
his head. "Keela, just let me finish telling this, and we can go off and
have a long talk about what I like and what I don't like, okay?"
"Okay, Alice," she said, her expression showing that she now could not
wait for this story to be over. She was not angry, but acted like she
wanted to have him all to herself. She put her right arm around Alice's
back and pulled him closer to her side. He leaned in and rested his head
on her shoulder as he talked. They had sat together like that several
times that day, so he saw it as comfortable and a way to express their
affection for each other. He did not see the position the way the others
saw it.
To the others, he looked more like a girl leaning on her boyfriend's
shoulder. A little shorter than Keela, Alice seemed to be leaning on her
as if for support, and with his breasts almost twice as big as hers, he
appeared in every way to be the more feminine half of the couple. Keela
appeared to be the taller, stronger one supplying the support that the
weaker one required. It was in that position that Alice told the rest of
his tale about how unmanly he felt wearing the itsy bitsy teeny weenie
yellow polka dot bikini, giving his tale an extra bit of unintended irony.
"Okay, so they're all singing, and I'm already nervous and now all these
girls are making fun of me being embarrassed, so by the time the elevator
gets to the ground floor my face is as pink as my nipples. I step back to
let the Girls get off the elevator before me, and when I step out, Keela
immediately points up at the painted and carved figures on the ceiling.
So, I'm not really looking where she's leading me because the ceiling is
like, I don't know, five stories up with windows going up the whole way
and the place is like some Victorian palace. As she leads me along, I'm
staring up like a, well, like a tourist, and admiring the exquisite
workmanship of the tableau painted up there.
"It's so huge it's hard to take in the whole picture. There's a jungle
with a clearing in it and in the clearing a tribe of topless buxom Amazon
women are having some sort of welcoming ceremony for a group of explorers.
Male explorers. You can see the expressions on the beautiful faces of the
women, even though the ceiling is so far up above me, and they show every
emotion from lust to disgust, from friendly to curious to hatred. Each
woman in the tribe seems to have a different take on how to feel about
these men in their village. The leader is wearing a huge hat made of
feathers, and the expression on her face is, like, all the emotions of her
tribe mixed together. You can see that she is both repulsed and attracted
to the men, that she fears what they will mean for the future of her tribe
and that she wants to take advantage of the opportunity they represent.
She wants to have sex with a man and wants to kill them all. It's a
powerful painting.
"Around the edges of the painted ceiling, the tops of all the columns
between the windows are carved and painted to look like the native women
in the painting on the ceiling, and like the people in the painting the
carved people are all staring with different emotions at these men who had
arrived in their village. The rest of the columns are covered with
carvings as well, and as my gaze goes down the nearest column examining
the figures and animals carved on it, I suddenly become aware of the
presence of men around me.
"I knew the Resort was in the Real World, but it was not until we are in
the middle of the hotel lobby that I rem'ber that the Real World has two
sexes, and that I now look like the wrong one! Not only that, but with
this body and this bathing suit, I'm attracting every male eye that can be
aimed in my direction. I mean, as a man, if I saw a female figure that
looked like me, I'd like to get a closer look, even try to talk to her,
and that's what every one of those men want.
"You can't see it as much with this sturdy bra I have on now, but with no
support, these babies float in front of me like a pair of kid's balloons.
They bounce up and down with each step, they wobble back and forth and
knock against each other, and whenever they bounce or wobble or knock,
little ripples move around like there's liquid under my skin. As a guy, I
can't get enough of looking at these globes moving around, so as I'm
walking through that lobby, I can't rilly blame all those men who saw me
from wanting to get a better look.
"Men start moving toward me and I start getting even more scared with each
bounce, and then Keela whispers something that really makes me scared. I
try crossing my arms under my boobs, but she says, 'No, don't stop them
bouncing! We're here to be scenery.' I'm already so scared with all these
men coming closer and closer, that I can't think straight, and now I'm not
even supposed to stop my boobs from moving? I felt like a mouse being set
down in a cage full of cobras. I'm a guy. I know what knockers like these
do to guys, and I'm the one all these guys want to do it to!
"I swear I stop moving in mid step. I just stand there, frozen, my boobs
still jiggling and swaying back and forth even though I can't do anything
but look around me. Finally Keela shakes me to get me to move.
"Shaking. I din't tell you about what shaking does to me. When I was on
the Changing Machine table, Keela not only made my boobs as large as she
could, she made my boobs so sensitive that if I wiggle them, or someone
strokes them or squeezes them, or even if a strong breeze blows across
them, they are so sensitive that I will have an orgasm. I guess you
rem'ber that one I had in the Changing Room. I get, um, loud. (God that
seems like days ago now!)
"So, shaking me shakes my boobs, and next thing I know, I'm pushing men
aside so I can get to the doors sixty feet ahead of me. I can feel another
orgasm building up, and I do NOT want to be surrounded by MEN when it
happens! I'm so scared! I know how loud I get, and the last thing I want
is for that steam whistle to start going off in this crowded hotel lobby.
I keep thinking, 'There are at least three hundred people here, half of
them are men, and half of the men want me. I don't want to announce my
presence to the other half!
"I don't even rem'ber how I do it; how I get to the doors. I see men
trying to approach me and I'm acting like one of those topless Amazons on
the ceiling, but without their weapons and armor. I push, I shove, I don't
think. I don't know if I said anything, but I do know that all I saw were
those doors."
He looked over at Keela and added, "I guess they wanted you, too. I know I
would."
"Nope," Keela piped in smiling, "The boys only wanted you, pretty girl!"
"Yeah, That's what it felt like. So I push my way through them, half
worried that I'm going to come where they can hear me, half worried that
they'll find out I'm not rilly a woman, half worried that one of them will
try to grab me or kiss me, or take me up to his room or something. I don't
know what I'm afraid of, rilly, and that kind of fear is the worst kind,
nameless, like there's something they can do to me if they get to me that
I cannot even imagine. I panic. I push and shove, and then suddenly I'm
through the men and I run and make it out the door and keep going, and my
breasts are bouncing so much that I can feel nothing but pleasure and I
can barely see, except that the hotel is out of sight. I'm in a garden
with twisty paths and I can't see any men, so then I collapse onto a bench
surrounded by flowers, and the orgasm hits.
"No, it's not like that. A guy's orgasm hits or explodes, but this is
different. Instead of a build-up of tension that suddenly gets released
all at once, the ones from my breasts are almost the opposite. It's like a
feeling of pleasure that keeps growing and growing until I can only
surrender to it and relax and then it builds up some more and then still
more. It's like I'm a container being filled with giggly happy tingles and
soft, fluffy teddy bears and an ocean that, oh God, it's happening again,
and I spread my arms along the back of the bench look up at the sky,
relax, and let it flow through me and out."
Keela looked at his face, and said, "Cover your ears everyone! She's doing
it again!" She twisted around like she did before, but this time she
pressed her face between his breasts, wrapped one arm around each of his
big globes, and squeezed them against the sides of her head. She was
probably the only one who did not lose some hearing from the volume of his
outburst, as the orgasm that had been building ever since they entered the
room came to its climax.
When he was done, she lifted her head out of its cushiony pillows and
bragged about her Alice. "You should have seen my little Amazon in that
hotel lobby! Alice pushed two of those big boys so hard they fell on their
asses, and before the others could back away from my darling dynamo, she
shoved them aside and then pushed between the rest. She moved so fast that
I went only two or three steps before she was already out the door,
leaving an open path. I simply walked to the door between all the boys and
followed her out. I found her by the noise she was making, and then I
showed her the village. After hearing her screams of joy, the village
people already liked her before they met her. A good, loud climax cheers
everyone up, and Alice had one about every six minutes!"
Several conversations then started about the words "him" and "her" and
which was the right pronoun to use when they were talking about each
other. Doc's Girls all maintained that everyone in the Complex was a girl
or presented herself as one, so all should be referred to as by female
pronouns because that was the rule.
"What rule?" The men, who called themselves that because despite their
long hair in feminine hairstyles, their beautifully made-up feminine
faces, their lack of any male body or facial hair, their slender necks,
their high voices, their womanly breasts, their tiny waists, their big
hips and butts, their tapered thighs, indeed their womanly bodies, their
delicate fingers, their long, polished fingernails, their "comfortable"
five-inch-high heels, and their women's clothing, they still had male
genitals.
"If someone presents himself as a boy, you call him 'He.' If someone
presents herself as a girl, then you call her 'She.' Everyone here looks
like a girl, so we all should be called by female pronouns."
"But some of us are still men under all this, all these curves."
"You may say so, but can you prove that without doing something as crude
as taking off your panties in front of other people?"
That was a stumper. The fact was that no one in the whole room could do
that. They all looked and sounded and even smelled like women.
In another part of the room, a small crowd was peering through an opening
in the wall. One blond turned and said, "You should see what that fantasy
girl of Tom's is doing to Wren!"
Suddenly Wren's voice could be heard throughout the apartment suite, "Oh
you little pixie! Oh you pixie! Oh Pixie! OH PIXIE!"
So that became her name. From then on, Tom's fantasy girl was called
Pixxie, which she had to spell with an extra X because the original
spelling had been used already.
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To Be Continued!
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Afterword for Chapter 25
"Yarran beer, the best beer in the galaxy," is from Anne McCaffrey's
series of books starting with "Crystal Singer," about Killashandra Ree, a
beautiful, intelligent woman with special powers. For some reason, writing
about Doc's Girls made me think of her.
In a writer's forum, the general consensus was that too many apostrophes
to indicate accents are distracting and hard to read, so I'm giving up on
them. Instead, I'll concentrate on Doc's Girls refusal to call males "men"
and their tendency to refer to "her" instead of "him" when generalizing.
In a society that denies men, the male pronouns would tend to go out of
fashion. I'll go vback and change the previous chapters after NaNoWriMo is
over.
I have been trying to both write this as a science fiction story, and as a
story that captures at least some part of what it feels like to have the
kinds of extreme bodies my characters have. This chapter covers much the
same situation as the previous chapter, but I came closer to expressing
how Alice's felt, which is really what I've been wanting to do throughout
the novel.
I'm writing this novel as part of the 2012 NaNoWriMo challenge to write a
novel of at least 50,000 words between November 1st and 30th. Since it's
for FictionMania, that makes it an "FMNaNoWriMo novel!" I intend to post a
chapter a day during November. (For more info about National Novel Writing
Month, see www.NaNoWriMo.org.) Actually, this novel is so much fun to
write that I'm at around 100,000 words and still have 5 days to go!
By the way, if you like to write and can't resist improving this story
with extra characters or new adventures or situations for the existing
characters, go ahead! Please post your versions on FictionMania. To avoid
confusion, add a letter to the number of modified chapters, like "Doc's
Complex 25a", and make up a new title. You also have my permission to
write your own stories using this world as a setting. For new stories,
please include the words "Doc's Complex" so fans of that universe can find
them. (I know there's at least one fan: me!) Who knows? If enough people
do it, FictionMania may add a new category!
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