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Keith, a 35-year-old man woke up. But he couldn't see anything. He
couldn't hear or even move. He sensed he was sitting up. But that was
all he could tell about himself. He thought back to what he had last
remembered and it was all very typical. The last thing he remembered was
going to sleep in his own bed. Then when he woke up he was here. It was
a total blank. He started to struggle against his restraints.
Suddenly he was outside. He was with the hottest guy at school, Timothy
who was a year older than him. Timothy is sixteen-years-old. He had had
a crush on this boy for three months now but he was too shy to speak to
him directly. He had been giving hints to Timothy that he wanted to be
asked out on a date. He had used every technique he knew. He would flirt
when he could with his eyes or some sensual gesture. He talked to his
friends to have them get the word out that he likes him. He talked to his
friends to see what type of girl that he liked.
Now was the time, all of his work had paid off. He was sure that Timothy
was going to ask him out. Keith's fifteen-year-old heart was all a
flutter. It was hard to put two words together he was so nervous. He
didn't have butterflies in his stomach he had eagles in his stomach.
Timothy was going to ask him out and he had to wait to say yes. He was
wearing a peach colored tank top with white shorts. He looked as good as
any of the other girls at the school. Timothy was saying something, the
words were jumbling together. He just had to wait until he finished and
then say yes.
But all of a sudden, Timothy stopped speaking. Something had caught his
eye. He was looking down, not at his face or even his breasts, he was
looking down at his shorts. She followed his gaze and then he saw it too.
A big red spot at the bottom of his white shorts. He had had her period
all of a sudden. It was four or five days early. There was a big red
menstrual stain in his shorts and the love of his life saw it. She looked
up and saw the disgust in his face. He rambled a few more words and then
turned his back and left.
I am mortified. How could my mensies start now? It was too early and
worse yet how could they start when Timothy was about to ask me out??? I
don't know how I can show my face in school again. I started to run. But
where to run to? Should I run to the ladies room or should I run home or
should I run aimlessly.
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Then the scene changed. I was playing on the floor with some toy cars.
Mommy was in the kitchen cooking something. I'm pushing my cars here and
there and making zooming sounds. I have been playing with my cars for a
while and I'm starting to get bored. I reach behind me for "Cathy."
Cathy is my favorite doll and I have had her forever. I am three-years-
old and I am sure that I have always had her.
I can't feel her when I reach so I turn around. She is gone. She was
just there, where could she be? I get up and turn around looking for
Cathy. I can't see her anywhere. I frantically run in circles looking
for Cathy. I look everywhere, even under my other toys. I am so scared.
Cathy is gone forever. I'll never see her again. What will I do without
my best friend. I started crying and screaming, "M -M-
Moooooommmmmmmmmyyyyy."
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I am in my Doctor's office. It took forever for my husband and I to get
pregnant, but we finally did. All those treatments worked and I am so
happy. I have wanted to be a mother since...well I have always wanted to
be a mother. There was a little spotting on my panties and I rushed over
to my doctor to see what was wrong. I know I am just being silly. I am
being over protective, a little spotting is normal, isn't it? I'm not
sure, this is my first pregnancy. The doctor gave me some tests. I am
waiting here for the results. I'm sure there is nothing to worry about.
The doctor walks into the room. His face is the neutral look doctors have
practiced since medical school. I'm sure everything will be alright.
"Keith," he starts, "I found its best not to sugar coat these things. You
have had a miscarriage. You have lost the baby."
I feel the worst emotional pain I have ever felt in my life. My baby is
dead. He didn't even have a chance to take his first breath but he is
dead. I am devastated with sadness and grief. I start sobbing
uncontrollably. The doctor leaves me alone in the examination room. I am
alone with my grief.
Brian, my boyfriend, promised he would take care of me. I left my parents
house to be with him. We have moved over a thousand miles away from my
home. But we have run out of money. How can we stay another night at the
hotel without paying?
He said it won't be too bad. All I have to do is suck that guys cock and
he'll give us $100 and then we can pay for the room, the food and all that
we need. At least for a little while. Brian says I am a great cock
sucker. I have sucked Brian's cock several times before. But I loved
Brian and this man I don't know. I don't want to do it but Brian says I
have to.
No I'm not going to do it, I don't care what happens. Then Brian hits me.
He hits me hard across the face. He says I have to do it, that he
promised the man and we need the money.
I go inside the room. The man is waiting. I don't know his name. Does
he know my name? He stands up. I move over to him. I am in a daze. I
unbutton the button on his pants. I unzip his fly and then I pull down
his pants and underwear in one tug. Was he wearing boxers or briefs? I
don't know. His dick is at attention. I get down on my knees.
Everything becomes a blur. When its over he gives me the agreed upon
$100. He says something and leaves. My parents were right, Brian is bad
news. But how can I go back to them now? How can I go home after what I
have done? I just want to die.
It hurts. It hurts so bad. It has been getting worse. Ever since I was
twelve or thirteen it has been hurting for three or four days before my
period. PMS is what they call it and for me it hurts so bad and it is
getting worse. It is just about unbearable now and I am visiting my
gynecologist with my mom to see what can be done. There was to be
something better than taking hands full of pamprin or mydol every month.
He comes back into the room and hands me a prescription for pills. They
are birth control pills. I can't take them, I am a strict Catholic. I go
to a Catholic high school. I can't take birth control pills. The doctor
explains there are only three ways to cure this pain. I could take these
pills. I could get pregnant or I could have a hysterectomy. Those are my
only options. He also told me that the pain will get worse as I get
older. I don't know what to do. I want to have children some day but not
now. I am just sixteen-years-old. I guess I have to take the pills. But
no one can know I am taking birth control pills. Will I be the only girl
at St. Peter's Catholic High School who is taking birth control pills.
All the girls are good there, I probably am the only one. I don't know
what I will do if anyone finds out. They'll call me a slut.
"Look at that look on Kieth's face," Sharon said to Dr. Harris. "He looks
like he is truly in pain."
"Well he thinks he is experiencing all these events. They are all
happening to him one at a time."
"Explain it to me again what is happening."
"We have the experiences of thousands of girls stored on those disks. We
have gone through all the events in these people lives and collected the
most painful moments a woman can have. Whether it is emotional or
physical pain, extreme embarrassment, sadness, guilt, fear or other
emotions. Then we isolate that experience and feed it to Keith. He them
lives it as the woman did. He feels as she felt and knows what she knows.
It all seems like it is happening to him. It doesn't matter the order we
feed these experiences to him. He can be a scared sixteen year old one
minute and then a horrified forty year old the next and then a frightened
three year old. It doesn't matter he'll feel everything they felt and
it'll be just as real to him as it was to them. It doesn't matter if the
events are contradictory. He could be forced to have a hysterectomy in
one experience and then have an extremely labor painful later on in
another experience."
"I have taken from our exhaustive list of experiences what you have
requested. The most painful experiences a woman can have. Over the next
few days he'll experience thousands of the worse tragedies, embarrassments
and pains a woman or a girl can have. He'll experience pregnancies that
are either painful or tragic over and over again. Whether it be strange
cravings or loss of the baby or painful extended labor he'll experience
them over and over. He'll fall in love countless times only for the
experience to end in disaster. He'll experience dozens of first periods
all that'll generating feelings of ignorance and embarrassment. Every
teenage drama that could happen to a girl he will experience. Every
friend, member of the family or acquaintance will disappoint, enrage
and/or hurt him in ever conceivable way. He'll be made fun of for being
too fat. He'll be made fun of for being too thin. For having breasts
that are too small and for having breasts that are too big. He'll be too
shy and he'll be too brazen when it comes to sex and either way it will
all end in disaster. He'll live through all these experiences and they'll
all become his memories.
All these memories will be new in his mind even though they will take
place on women who are decades apart in age. Each and every experience
will seem to him like they just happened within the last week. Which for
him is actually true. Once all the memories have been laid down. He will
receive one last experience. That is the experience of an elderly lady
who was forced to move to a nursing home by her family who never visits
her. Then all his real memories will be removed from his head. He'll
only have the memories of what happened here. Lastly, I'll 'short
circuit' his brain so he won't be able to form any new memories. This
means for him, time won't pass, every day he'll wake up as before and when
he thinks back to the past he'll remember these experiences as if they all
just happened to him.
I will also make his memories highly triggerable. You know when you smell
something and it sparks a memory, or you see something and the memories
come back. Well for him almost anything he looks at will spark an old
memory. With the memories he'll have in his head, it won't be a pleasant
experience. Lastly, he'll be put into the same nursing home as the elderly
woman whose experience he received. I will commit him with a diagnosis of
Alzheimer and dementia."
"That is great. Welcome to hell Keith. I just want you to add one more
experience to the list."
"What is that, Sharon."
"I want him to experience what it felt when I found out that he was a
player playing me for a fool and that I had wasted over four years on my
life waiting for him. I want him to remember how I confronted him and
told me that I was a fool and that women had such an easy life. That they
could get some unsuspecting man to marry them and spend the rest of their
lives sitting on the couch and getting fat. That if the man tried to
leave that they would divorce him and take all his money, get alimony and
wouldn't have to work again in their lives. That it was so easy to be a
woman and that he wished he could have it that easy."
"I can do that."
"Great, I want his only memory of our relationship to be how it felt when
it ended." Sharon smiled at the thought.
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