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The lights were on, the stage was set, the audience mulled into the auditorium, murmuring and laughing, talking about what they expected to see tonight. The Sain School for the Technically Gifted was one hell of a place after all. It provided special resources to people with special talents, promoting the young and brilliant to the forefronts of scientific and technical advancement. The audience was composed of friends and family members of the student's who would be showing off their work in this talent show for the talented. The most talented senior students would be showing off their latest and greatest creations. These were the creations of tomorrow, today. Stan was pacing back and forth, in the hallway outside. He was nervous. He always felt nervous about this kind of thing. Big presentations and all that were enough to get anyone nervous. Stan wasn't even presenting. He was just there to be a guinea pig for his friend Cameron. "Relax man you are making me nervous," Frank said, he was leaning against the wall, "Cameron's the one with the hard job, all we need to do is stand there." "I'm about to be transformed, on stage, in front of the entire student body and their parents. Cameron said his damn machine wouldn't even change our clothes so we'll be naked! Hell the same thing is going to happen to you two, why aren't you nervous!?" Stan said to Frank and Becky. "Hey your not even going to end up naked, well you are, but not really as yourself. Relax," Becky retorted. She loved Cameron to death, but it had taken him some convincing to get her to agree to this. She was actually kind of eager to try it, but trying it in front of a crowd? "Yeah besides the Censorscreen will blur out your junk if it shows up anyways. No one will see anything that they haven't seen in the boys locker room," Frank replied calmly. "But there are no girls in the boy's locker room!" Stan said frantically. "Are you getting last minute jitters man? You're not going to back out are you?" Frank said. "What? No, it's just... let me freak out a little ok? I'll calm myself down eventually," Stan hoped. "Good," Cameron said coming out of the doorway to the back stage, "Hey babe," he said and kissed Becky. He put his arm around her and turned to face Stan and Frank. "I'm all set back there. Don't worry about anybody watching you, it's going to be all eyes on me and my machine." "You still haven't named it?" Frank said with a smirk. "I was thinking the Universal Body Morph Ray, or the Transmo-ray," Cameron said and everyone groaned. "Dude, you may be a genius at the technical stuff, but you need to work on your marketing," Frank said. The lights flickered three times. That was the signal that the show would be starting. "Let's head inside. Thanks for agreeing to help me you guys," Cameron said earnestly. "What are friends for?" Stan said his voice betraying his nerves. "This will be great. I can't wait to play around with it some more once this is over," Becky said and kissed Cameron on the cheek and whispered something in his ear. His eyes went wide and he blushed a ferocious scarlet. It was going to be a good night. --- "Are you nervous?" Kim asked Brian as his leg bounced up and down. They were sitting in the changing room back stage waiting. Brian didn't have much much set up for his show. Just a simple vial that had taken him weeks to prepare. "A little, you know this is a big event. I hate crowds," Brian said and looked to the older woman. She was attractive, but old enough to nearly be his mother. That weirded him out a little, but her maturity also turned him on. He was tired of GIRLS, he wanted a woman. Kim was definitely that. "Relax," she said and put her arm around him. She pulled him into her chest and he grinned to himself. Her boobs were huge, but sagging. She'd never had any children so they were in pretty good shape all things considered. "I can help you relax," she said and put a hand on his thigh, her fingers rubbing the bulge she found there. Brian looked up at her and forced himself to smile. She was smiling back at him making wrinkles in her face, wisps of gray hair draped across them. He turned away and picked up her hand and placed it in his. They'd met when he was volunteering at the library and felt an immediate connection. A pity he was half her age. Less actually. They'd gotten to know each other quite well, but not intimately. They both felt the desire, but they weren't comfortable. She'd told him that when he was older their difference in age would matter less. It took a long time but Brian eventually confided in her that he knew he'd want a family someday, and that he couldn't have it with her made anything beyond flirtation just painful. Well, until he hit on his new line of research anyways. She pouted as he held her hand. "Fine, but once this is done I'm going to rock your world." Brian smirked, "I believe when I first pitched this idea to you, you said you'd pay me back for this with `unlimited blowjobs forever.' " Brian said with dramatic air quotes. Kim laughed. Her laugh was short and sweet. "We'll knock 'em dead," she said then paused. "You'll knock 'em dead. I'll just stand there and look pretty." Brian laughed. Then you'll be perfect, Brian thought to himself. The lights flickered and Kim squeezed his hand. Time for the show to start. --- Winston skulked around back stage. Tonight was a big night for everyone. The best student would get all the fame and glory to last a life time. Connections to powerful people, resources beyond imagining, limitless possibilities. It was worth taking some extra precautions to be sure he was going to win. Besides he knew who his main competition was anyways. Cameron. The guy was a total jackass. Brilliant, no doubting that, but a jackass. He took every opportunity to gloat and show off how great he was at everything. He had lots of friends, a hot girlfriend, all the teachers liked him. Cameron just took it and smiled, like he was owed it. He never helped other people with their work. Never did anything to try and make the school a better place. He just did his school work and goofed off with his friends. If he won, and he certainly had enough raw brilliance to win, he probably wouldn't even do anything with all the recognition he'd gain. He'd probably slack off and slip into a rich and lazy lifestyle. He wouldn't ever build anything or do anything great. He'd just take what was given to him and squander it like the spoiled brat he was. Winston came to the behemoth device that he'd seen Cameron wheel in and laughed. Cameron certainly hadn't put in the effort to minimize the size of his creation. Or maybe that was part of it, make it big and grand. It probably glowed, sparkled, and shot lightning when it was on. All for effect of course, none of those visual effects would do anything. Cameron was that kind of flashy showman. Winston thought it was duplicitous. No, from looking at it Winston could imagine what it was and what it would do. Though it pained Winston to admit he wasn't as bright as Cameron, Winston was no slouch. He looked around to see no one else nearby. He pulled a screwdriver out of his pocket and pulled up a panel on the back. It was an impressive bit of work certainly. Winston knew enough to have a pretty good grasp of what it was. He marveled at some bits of circuitry and cursed himself for not thinking of them on his own. It would be a triumph, no doubt. No one had ever made something like this. Winston's own creation was similar but of no where near so grand a scope. Winston traced some wires and found what he was looking for, the control circuitry. He crossed a few wires and scratched a few circuit boards with his screwdriver. By his estimation the whole thing would probably catch fire after being used two of three times. The fire would cover up what he'd done, but not before Cameron had used his device on someone. Winston felt a little bad for whoever the device was used on before it caught fire. They'd probably be stuck for a few weeks while Cameron fixed his device. It was going to be a total disaster for him. Winston replaced the panel and strolled away nonchalantly. The lights flickered and he smiled to himself. The audience would be filing in now. They all came to see what amazing wonders the best and brightest at Sain could come up with. They all stayed for the train wrecks. Everyone loves a good disaster more than a triumph. "You do it?" Marcus asked as Winston came out from back stage. "Yeah. Now I'm a shoe in," Winston replied grinning maliciously. "Good now I just hope something doesn't go wrong with your invention. I don't want to end up stuck," Marcus said. "Nothing can go wrong. We tested it like twenty times while we were practicing. It should all come naturally to you now." Winston was staring at the stage and didn't see Marcus sneaky little grin. "I'm sure nothing will go wrong," he replied. --- "Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Annual Invention Showcase here at the Sain School," Mr. McDonald's voice boomed over the speaker system. "Tonight our students will showcase their latest and greatest breakthroughs here. These are the technologies of tomorrow, today. Our students compete to win the title of "Most Exciting Invention". Previous MEI winners have gone on to found research labs and develop new and exciting technologies which we are all so familiar with. From the self cleaning coating on your teeth to the developments of practical quantum field based gene manipulations, it all started here. Yes the greats like Casia Franklin got her start here back in..." Mr. McDonald went on while Stan's leg bounced up and down nervously in the first row. He wished the old man would hurry up all ready. He was regretting agreeing to this. He was Cam's friend and all, and he wanted to help, but he really shouldn't have signed up for this. He was too nervous and he was going to make a fool of himself, he just knew it. He tried to focus on what Mr. McDonald was saying to distract himself. "... and that's how Shrunken Storage got it's start. Now for anyone who hasn't been here before, please don't be alarmed by some of the technologies you see tonight. It's typical for them to be a bit rusty, usually more like prototypes than finished products. Precautions have been taken and no one is going to be seriously hurt. One of our student's inventions from a long time ago prevents that. The same technology that saves you in a car crash has been modified to keep you and our students safe. The Automatic Chrono Suspender will kick on in the event anything dangerous happens. So relax! If something goes wrong, and at this event nothing ever goes exactly to plan, we encourage you and our students to just laugh it off! The students are responsible for fixing any problems in their inventions before they are allowed to graduate, so nothing that happens here is permanent. This event is a time to showcase the latest and greatest! A time for joy and celebration, especially in the face of failure and frustration!" Stan swallowed loudly, yes things could and often did go wrong. Yes no one ever got hurt. Physically anyways. There were sometime he wondered about the psychological health of some of previous years participants though... "Tonight we are broadcasting live to a world wide audience, and we encourage folks at home to comment on what you see here. Some presentations may call for audience input, you'll get to decide what happens!" Mr. McDonald said and paused, "Now there's been some concern about the graphic content of some of the things which happen on this stage in the past, and so we started using the NudeCo Censorscreen 13X7 to blur the events happening on stage in real time to both viewers are home and the audience. NudeCo, thwarting voyeurs everywhere for 20 years and counting!" Mr. McDonald said with a tremendous smile and Stan winced. Stan knew promoting products and companies was part of the deal, they helped fund the school and this event after all. Hell he was thankful for the Censorscreen, he didn't really want to be seen naked in front of everyone here, much less the broadcast audience. It just felt like such a shill thing to do plugging all these different things. "All right, students you've been preparing for this for months, let's see some SCIENCE!" Mr. McDonald said with all to much enthusiasm. The audience ate it up while the students groaned quietly to themselves. This whole endeavor was a lot less glamorous than it looked from the outside and they all knew it. Mr. McDonald's role was entirely one of PR, and he did it well. So well none of the students could ever tell if he was actually that excited by what they were doing or if it was all just an act. The curtain came up the the first student made their way on to the stage. --- Several students presented work on efficient levitation technologies and improvements in dimensional folding storage they had worked out. The audience was impressed as one student pulled hundreds of baseballs out of a sock and another student rose through the air with the aid of a device no larger than a quarter. Following the display of these simpler devices, devices which would never win an MEI but by their sheer versatility would no doubt make them appealing anyways to any companies watching, the fun rounds began. Practical quantum field based reality manipulation was a discipline which turned a lot of heads. It worked like magic, and it's effects were suitably magical. And that was Cameron's field of study. There was a brief pause while he wheeled his contraption to the stage. The audience ooo-ed and ahh-ed as it became visible, if for no other reason than the fact that it looked like a giant death ray from an early 20th century science fiction comic. "You guys ready?" Cameron said to Stan, Frank, and Becky. They all nodded and got in position, they'd rehearsed the presentation, though without actually using Cameron's device because of time and resource concerns. The machine was huge and it gobbled up power like there was no tomorrow. "Practical quantum field manipulation, quite a mouthful, right?" Cameron said to the audience. "We all know what it can do. We've all seen the advertisements and the movies. We know it's incredibly expensive, and that a typical device is limited to a single kind of change. Cosmetic reality alteration and general body transformation promise to awaken the world to a whole new way of being, transforming us to the limits of our imagination," Cameron paused to catch his breath. "We've all seen the beauty enhancement rays, the shrink rays, the gendorays, and a dozen others. Each needing it's own design, each capable of only making one kind of change. A man who wishes to be taller goes to a height enlargement ray, a woman who wants larger breasts goes to a breast enlarger ray. Simple changes like these can be unproportional and unsightly, and further augmentation using other rays is then required to achieve the desired beauty enhancement effect. Body enhancement salons have sprung up in the vacation spots of the super rich offering just such a service at an incredible price only they can afford," Cameron paused and took another breath. "Today, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the world's first Universal Quantum Field Manipulator for Body Enhancement, the Changeray!" The audience was like crickets and Cameron shrugged it off. Names weren't his strong suit, he knew that. His stuff was hot shit and he knew it. He moved on. "My assistants here will help me to show off it's capabilities. Frank please step into the machine." Frank smiled and waved and walked under the giant raygun pointing down at the stage. Cameron walked over and flipped a gigantic red switch and the machine started to hum. It lit up and started to glow and crackle as little sparks shot around it. The audience ooo-ed and ahh-ed again, usually these displays weren't nearly so colorful and Cameron knew that. There was a spectacle component to winning an MEI and he'd designed for it. He walked over to a small panel and typed into it. "This panel allows me to make any changes I would like. Frank how do you feel?" "Good Cam! I'm ready." "For Frank I'd like a simple change. A change most of you are familiar with seeing more in movies than in real life," Cameron typed away at the machine and hit a large green button. There was a flash of bright light and a blue beam hit Franklin. The audience winced and the light faded. Frank had been an average looking guy, 5'11", brown hair, slim, not too muscular. He'd dressed up for the performance and was wearing a nice fitting blue button down and nice khaki pants. Now in the same spot stood a 5'2" woman with long red hair and large breasts wearing the same blue button down shirt and khakis Frank had been wearing, though they didn't fit nearly as well anymore. Several buttons had popped off the top of the shirt, unable to contain his new and considerable bust. The audience clapped politely. "How do you feel Frankie?" Cameron asked the woman who was staring down at her breasts with a ferocious looking grin on her face. Cameron smiled at that look of surprise. They'd never practiced with actually using the device. He wanted that look of surprise. Spectacle, it was all about spectacle. "Fantastic! I have tits!" Frankie shouted in a high pitched voice and cupped them through her shirt. The audience laughed. It was a classic change, but it was funny every time. "Oh wow, my voice!" she shouted and brought her dainty little hands to his mouth then pulled them away and stared down at them and giggled. "Something we have all seen before, right?" Cameron said to the audience and Frankie walked towards the stage and bowed and one of her tits fell out of her ripped open shirt. She blushed and stuffed it back inside. The audience laughed again, they'd only seen a blurred shape thanks to the Censorscreen but the look on Frankie's face was priceless. Cameron laughed too, they hadn't rehearsed that part. "Now I'd like to use this same machine for another classic transformation. Becky please step into the machine." Becky waved to the audience and stepped under the great machine. "Again I enter the change I want in this panel," Cameron said as the typed something into the panel. He smiled at Becky. "Are you ready Becky?" he asked and winked at her. She'd been begging him to do this to her since he had started designing the Changeray, though admittedly she'd wanted to do it in private. He'd talked her into this and eventually she'd seemed to forget her stage fright and instead was more interested in the change. "More than you can believe!" she said enthusiastically and couldn't help but grin like an idiot. It was finally going to happen after years of fantasizing about it. Cameron hit the button. The machine crackled and flashed, the audience winced again. Becky was a very pretty girl. 5'10", modest B cup breasts, long blond hair, athletic build, sculpted face with an upturned nose, high cheek bones, and pouty lips. She'd dressed up for the event as well, wearing a sleek black dress that showed off all of her feminine curves. Now that black dress lay in a pile under the machine. Cameron walked over to it and gently pushed it around. He grabbed something and lifted it up. He held it up high and watched on the various monitors as the camera's zoomed in on his palm. He opened it to reveal Becky laying in his palm seductively, completely naked and only five inches tall. The Censorscreen hid her private parts but that didn't stop some members of the audience from letting out some wolf whistles as everyone started clapping. Becky waved to the camera and blew it a kiss. Then she turned and looked at Cameron who was staring down at her with a hungry look. To him she wasn't censored. He could see every inch, or millimeter now, of her naked body. He could feel the warmth of her skin against his hand. And he saw her wink at him and smile. "How do you feel Becky?" Cameron asked. "Amazing! Everything is so huge!" she shouted excitedly. She didn't need to, the microphones were sophisticated enough to pick up everything she said. "I'm sure it is," Cameron said and his eyes darted downwards for just a second. He was sure no one but Becky saw it. She laughed aloud, knowing just what he was implying. They'd talked about this before after all. "Now if you'll excuse me my dear," he said and carried her over so she was sitting on top of the Changeray's control panel. He knew he'd have to put her down before holding her tiny naked body gave him an erection in front of all these people. She stepped off his hand and waved again to the crowd. There was a slight breeze on the stage she hadn't notice when she'd been clothed and she shivered. She'd literally and figuratively never been more naked in her life but that didn't matter. She'd dreamed about being this size and to have that finally realized was too exhilarating for her to care. She knew Cameron was planning on changing her back at the end of the show, but she knew immediately she'd have to get him to do this to her again in a much more private setting... "So as you can see it does the two classic body modifications. Quantum gene manipulation, which in this case was the most extreme example of gender transformation, and quantum dimensional folding, or size changed like shrinking or enlarging," Cameron said to the audience. "Question from our viewers at home," Mr. McDonald interrupted from the side stage. "Yes of course," Cameron was so glad he'd gotten to go first in the quantum field reality manipulation category. He knew he'd get questions about how it all worked and the specifics of the field. Whoever presented first in a field always did. Answering the questions well made his presentation all the better. "Andy Weller of Eugene Oregon asks, `Why didn't their clothes change too? If your device isn't limited to making a single kind of change, why couldn't it change their clothes at the same time?" Mr. McDonald asked. "That's an excellent question. It is commonly believed that the reason quantum field reality manipulation technology doesn't effect clothes is because it is so specialized on making a single kind of change to a person's body. This view is false unfortunetly. Though the exact cause remains unknown, and there are many quasi scientific and metaphysical explanations for it, quantum field reality manipulation, or QFM for short, only works on living things of sufficient biological complexity. The best explanation theorists have been able to give is that a living brain is necessary to reestablish the physical reality around the target. A mind exerts a pull on reality somehow, as a mass exerts a pull on objects through gravity. Without that pull quantum field manipulation is believed to not work because the change occurs and then immediately slips back into its original real form. It is believed that a brain, even a simple brain like in a mouse, possesses enough of this 'mental pull' to lock that new reality into place," Cameron said in what was the most incredibly simplified version of an extraordinarily complex topic. He didn't touch on multiple reality theory, quantum fluctuations of matter, interdimensional linkage, or anything detailed really at all. It wasn't always easy, and his description was limited in how well it explained things. The mass gravity analogy was cute and simple, but far from precise or in any technical sense meaningful. "Thank you," Mr. McDonald said and returned to his seat at the edge of the stage. "That question brings me to my final point and my final innovation. As I mentioned what we just witnessed are the two classic changes, gene modification and size alteration, both made with one machine. All body modification is just some combination of these two. Gene modification enables us to change someone using their own genes. You would expect someone whose gender was changes as an example, to look like their mother or a sister or perhaps an aunt. Size manipulation is just a dimensional folding making an object appear in every way we can perceive as human beings to have changed size even though it really hasn't. This explains why physiologically changing size of a single body does not result in gruesome and horrible maiming," Cameron paused, time for the big reveal. "It may interest you all to note that Frank's mother is an attractive, slim, 5 foot 9 inch tall woman with black hair. His sisters look similar, as do his aunts, and I am to understand his grandmother did in her prime." "And none of them had breasts anything like these melons!" The red haired Frankie called out from the side stage and cupped her breasts again, causing the audience to laugh. Cameron smiled and continued. "Now some of you might say `well maybe somewhere back in his genes there was a whole cluster of short busty red heads and we just don't see that anymore because of dominant and recessive genes and so on and so on. I can tell you right now that's not true. Or rather, if it was true it doesn't matter. My device can make changes not dependent on the targets DNA," Cameron paused to let that fact sink in. This was really his breakthrough. "In fact that is why my device can make universal changes. Changes which would normally take highly specialized machines can all be done by my one machine because it does not obey those rules. The rules are broken and the game is changed," Cameron said and then turned to Stan, who grinned nervously. The audience was murmuring quietly for awhile before Cameron spoke again. "Stan, would you please stand under the Changeray," Cameron asked politely. He walked over and sheepishly smiled at the audience. Cameron entered information onto the panel on which Becky lay and silence filled the room. Everyone was watching and waiting for something incredible. "Are you ready Stan?" Cameron said and felt a little nervous. This change, being so radical, he had in fact tested. He knew it would work. He just hadn't tested it on Stan. He'd told Stan what to expect, and Stan seemed OK with it, but it would be new for him. He hoped Stan didn't freak out. "Ready," Stan said, his voice quivering a little. He closed his eyes. Cameron hit the button the same crackle and flash filled the room. Stan had been dressed not quite as nice as the other two. At 5'9" tall Stan was nothing special. Brown hair, average looks, average weight, average face. The kind of guy you'd forget in a crowd. He was wearing a loose fitting white button down and some brown slacks. When the flash cleared there was a brown Labrador sitting under the device, it's head poking out of the white shirt Stan had been wearing. The crowd went nuts and Cameron relaxed. He knew he was a shoe in with this. MEI here he comes. He bathed in the applause and cheering of the crowd for a few minutes and bowed. He leaned down to Becky and whispered to her. "They love it." "Of course. And I love you," she said quietly and smiled up at him. She rubbed her legs together provocatively and her grin switched to a leer. She was proud of Cameron, but there was more to it. She wanted him to make love to her right there. The feeling was incredibly strong, stronger than she had ever felt. Cameron looked down at her and saw the look on her tiny face. He'd seen that look from her before. He knew exactly what it meant. He looked over at Frankie and saw her shifting back and forth uncomfortably at the side stage. He felt a little guilty. He knew his machine had some... unexplained side effects. Don't ask him why, but for some reason Cameron's device made subjects horny. He hadn't told anyone about it. He thought it would make him appear dumb and not in control. It didn't matter anyways, he was going to turn all of them back into themselves in a few minutes anyways. When they were returned to their original form the effect diminished rapidly with time. No one would ever know. Cameron raised his hand and the audience cheers died down. "Stan, can you bark three times for me?" Cameron asked the dog. It barked loudly three times. Cameron walked over and knelt down in front of the dog. He unbuttoned the shirt and Stan slowly stepped out, walking a bit cautiously on his four legs like he wasn't quite used to it. "Stan, bark twice if you are ok," Cameron asked. Stan barked twice. It was a bizarre experience for him. Everything was different. He could smell so much! And everything had different colors, like there was no red in the world anymore. Not to mention how he felt physically. Aside from being lower to the ground and moving around on all fours, he had no idea how used to his body he had been and how different this one felt. He was rather enjoying himself actually. He felt great. His tail started to wag uncontrollably and the audience laughed. "Stan one more thing just to prove you are still you in there, bark the first four prime numbers." Stand barked twice. Then three times, then five times, then seven times, then was quiet. The audience cheered. "Though he is now a canine the Stan we all know and love is still in there. Imagine the world of new possibilities this opens up. No longer are any of us limited to being who we were born. We can all see the world through any eyes we choose. Be anything we choose. The only question is, what will you be?" Cameron said and the audience cheered again. "Good boy," Cameron said quietly to stand and patted him on the head, this only made the audience cheer louder. Cameron went and picked Becky up off the panel and waved Frankie back to center stage. They all stood there together and bowed as best each of them could. For Cameron it was a full bow, though careful not to drop Becky. Becky bowed from a kneeling position, Cameron's hand was too shaky for her to stand. Frankie bowed with one hand holding her shirt together across her breasts and Stan nodded his head low in the best facsimile of a bow he could manage as a dog. After several more moments adulation, Cameron raised his hand and the audience was quiet. "Thank you all, but there are more presentations to come," Cameron said, confident that none of them would beat his. "I have a question!" A voice called out from the crowd. Cameron turned and saw it was that it was Brian. "Yes Brian," Cameron asked politely. Brian was a nice guy, but he and Cameron rarely interacted. They were in completely different fields after all. "Does your device overcome the chrono specificity problem?" Brian asked succinctly. Cameron was taken back by the specificity and technicality of the question. Also because he knew immediately what the answer was. He did his best to hide his embarrassment. "Unfortunately no," he said quietly. "Ok thank you," Brian said and sat right back down. There was a pause for a moment and the audience seemed lost. "What is the chrono specificity problem for our folks at home?" Mr. McDonald asked trying to get things moving again. "The chrono specificity problem relates to the age of the subject being changed. In short, quantum field manipulation cannot make anyone older or younger. The answer can get rather technical very quickly and a bit boring, but it has to do with the specific chronometric signature of the target. In anticipation of a follow up question, let me say that the chronometric signature of Stan is equivalent based on his new lifespan. While Stan had been 23 years old, he is now 23 'dog-years' old, as the old colloquialism goes, or approximately a four year old dog," Cameron said wishing he didn't have to spend more time on talking about the limitations of his invention. "Thank you Cameron. Ladies and gentlemen we will now take a short recess while Cameron and his troupe clear the stage," Mr. McDonald said and there was a shuffling as the audience moved about. The recess wasn't typical, but because of the size of Cameron's machine it was necessary. "Let's get you guys back to normal," Cameron said to his three friends. Stan barked at him. "This is really something," Frankie said and smirked, "Can I stay this way a bit?" "Not unless you want to stay that way a long while, do you have any idea the amount of power the Changeray pulls? I had to fill out three city permits just to get to use it a few times tonight. If I don't change you all back tonight just waiting on that paper work again could take weeks," Cameron said sounding a little tired. "A few weeks is a bit long, wouldn't you agree little dolly?" Frankie said talking down to the tiny woman in Cameron's hand. "Mmmm it might be worth it," she said, not entirely unopposed to the idea. "Come on guys, let's stick with the plan. I'll fill out the paperwork for a few days we can mess around once it goes through," Cameron said. He'd have to fill out a budget request as well, drawing on that much power wasn't cheap, and it would be harder to justify now that he'd already shown it off. They'd expect him to bring in his own funding now. Still it wasn't impossible. "Ok fine," Becky said and crossed her arms over her chest and stuck out her tongue. "You first little doggy," Cameron said and patted Stan on the head. He barked and wagged his tail, strolling over to sit under the machine. The audience was exiting, well some of it anyways. Those sitting down watched the stage as the machine powered up again. There was a whir and a crash and a flash altogether more yellow than the blinding white ones that had happened before. A loud buzzed sounded and smoke billowed off the stage. The head of the Changeray was suspended inside a large translucent bubble. The flames and smoke inside the bubble were frozen in time, still and unmoving thanks to the Chrono suspender. The audience gasped at the sight. "Whoops! Looks like the Changeray overloaded! Sorry Cameron and crew! Looks like you all are stuck that way until Cameron can fix his machine!" Mr. McDonald said like a vindictive gameshow host and started laughing. The audience laughed with him. Cameron stared at the Changeray and fell to his knees. He stared at the head of it, wreathed in frozen flames and black smoke, unmoving inside the bubble that had contained it. "It broke," he said calmly, his eyes unmoving. "It wasn't supposed to break," he said. Frankie put her hand on his shoulder. "I guess we are going to have those few weeks after all," she said doing her best to not sound dejected. A few weeks or longer... Stan whimpered and Becky stared at the Changeray, same as Stan. They'd broadcast it blowing up after the commercial break. Everyone would see it. People loved a good train wreck after all. --- Winston swore in the bathroom. Their short recess was extended thanks to Cameron's machine's meltdown. Extra caution had to be used to move it off the stage. Why couldn't it have blown up before that last change! How was he supposed to compete with a device that didn't rely on typical gene manipulation, even if that device did blow up afterwards!? No one would find that it was foul play, he was pretty sure of that, but now he felt like it was all a waste of time. He was up next and there was no way he was going to win now... ...or was there? In a frenzy he pulled out his tablet and started typing. Brilliant, brilliant, he was brilliant! He'd use Cameron's device's explosion to show case just how amazing his device really was! The presentation would stay pretty much the same. He worked furiously to rewrite his introduction, making reference to all the things the audience had just seen. It was brilliant! He'd make Cameron's whole presentation into a set up for his own invention! Brilliant! ---- Frankie was panting loudly. She'd wandered to a restroom on the far side of the school from the auditorium knowing it would be empty. She was glad she did, she was pretty sure she was moaning pretty loudly a minute ago. "Wow," she said to herself and pulled her fingers from her slippery wet sex. She teased her nipple with her thumb, her hand unmoving from where it had been while she was playing with herself. Her shirt unbuttoned completely and her large breasts handing free. She tried to steady her breathing as she wiped her self off with some toilet paper. It disintegrated on her wet fingers and she frowned. She picked up her boxers, now uselessly large, and used them to wipe herself off. She smelled her fingers again. The odor was so pungent and musky. By reflex she flushed the toilet when she stood up. She buttoned her shirt as best she could. It closed up to the bottom of her breasts. She pulled up her now baggy pants. She struggled to get them over her new round butt, just like she'd struggled to get them off, but they made it up. She tightened her belt as far as it could go and used her one clean hand to hold them in place. She stepped out of the stall and looked around. Just like when she'd came in the room was empty. The only sound was the running of water in the toilet she'd flushed. She stepped out, the tile cold on her bare feet. She'd abandoned her oversized shoes back stage at the auditorium. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was so incredibly hot. Her face was flush and the smile said it all. She'd just had a fantastic orgasm. She washed her hands three times, sure after each time she could still smell herself on them, but eventually convincing herself it was her own imagination. Fucking Christ that had been amazing! Masturbating as a girl was way better than as a guy! She'd gotten off squeezing her tits with one hand while she fingered herself frantically with the other and had been literally unable to not cry out. When she came she'd bit her lip to keep from screaming and could actually taste a little blood in her mouth. That tiny pain had been nothing compared to the immensity of the pleasure. Then she'd done it again five minute later. If anything it felt better the second time. She'd nearly blacked out when she came the second time. She'd started feeling horny pretty much immediately after Cameron had changed her. Any guy would. She suddenly had a pair of giant tits right in front of her, free for her to touch at anytime. And boy did they like being touched! She'd thought she'd enjoyed playing with her nipples when she was a guy, but that had nothing on how her new mammaries felt! In a way she was glad when Cameron's device exploded. She had REALLY wanted to do what she'd just finished doing, and was sad that she was supposed to turn back into a guy. Now that wasn't a problem. Sure it sucked for Cameron, and especially for Becky and Stan, but it wasn't so bad for Frankie. She stared at herself in the mirror and blew a kiss. Just seeing a woman doing that was enough to get her horny again! The loose fitting clothes weren't helping. They were touching her body in rather delicate ways. She'd need a whole new wardrobe. At least a few outfits. She was smart enough to know Cameron wasn't going to be getting them back to normal for a few weeks at least. Not after a failure like that. Fortunately the school had a special budget set aside for exactly this problem. She wasn't the first Sain student accidentally stuck as the wrong gender and in need of new clothes. It wasn't much, she'd probably have to go to consignment shops to be able to afford everything she needed, but that was fine. Or her parents would buy her clothes. They were rich after all. So what if she was a woman? So what if everyone knew she used to be a man? So what if she was stuck this way for a month or so? She didn't have any work to do. It was all on Cameron to fix this. For Frankie, this was like a very special vacation. She cupped her breasts in the mirror and stuck out her tongue. It was gonna be so much fun! --- "Thank you all for coming. As you may have seen from my friend Cameron's demonstration, quantum field based body manipulation has some pretty serious risks involved. Not to belittle his work, his development of a non genetics based manipulation technology is astounding, and I am sure without a doubt it will become the future of all quantum field technologies with its ability to perform any change you'd desire. I can't wait to read more about how it works," Winston said opening his talk. "While it is a phenomenal scientific achievement, the Sain school has always put a greater focus on practicality. And I ask you, isn't such a monstrous and dangerous piece of engineering just an improvement on a technology already only really available to the super rich? Isn't an improvement like that, prize worthy though it may be, really only going to benefit the people who were already benefiting from it? Here at the Sain school we are looking for breakthrough technologies that can change the lives of everyone. Everyone. Not just the wealthy," Winston said. He thought repeating the rich vs poor argument over and over again should help drive the point home that there was a difference between his goal and Cameron's goal. "Today I'd like to present to you my invention," Winston said and walked to the side stage and picked something up. "Behold!" he said holding what looked like a toy ray gun up in the air, "The Quimsy! The Quantum Uncertainty Intermittent Modification SYstem. A device which promises to bring quantum field body manipulation to you, the average person at home." There was a murmur from the crowd. It was a common enough sentiment. For most people quantum based field manipulation was beyond their means. There had long been talk of how to bring the cost down to a more manageable level. Even if it could get down to the price of a reasonably nice car it would open up to a much wider audience. "My friend Marcus here has agreed to help me demonstrate how it works. Marcus, are you ready?" Winston asked silencing the murmur. "I am," Marcus said. He was dressed in a slim black button down with black pants and black shoes. This went well with his black hair and dark brown eyes, playing off the contrast with his pale white skin. Winston aimed the Quimsy. A red dot appeared on Marcus's chest. "The laser dot is just for aiming purposes," Winston said and pulled the trigger. A little blue beam hit Marcus in the chest but nothing else seemed to happen. Winston said nothing and the crowd started to murmur. Marcus hiccuped loudly and suddenly had long flowing black hair. The collective gasp from the audience was priceless. "The I in Quimsy is for intermittent," Winston said, as he talked Marcus hiccuped again and suddenly his clothes looked a little loose as he got a few inches shorter. "Utilizing a special power source and causing the change to occur piece meal over a longer interval, I am able to dramatically reduce the amount of power required to create a quantum reality manipulation field. Instead of one great burst it is can be thought of as a collection of small snaps, which aside from being thermodynamically more efficient also allows for the changes to come from multiple reality vectors, smoothing the ease of transition and reducing the power required by orders of magnitude." Marcus hiccuped again and then blinked and stretched his jaw. His jawline had changed, as had his nose, eye brows, and mouth. The audience could tell his face was that of a woman now. "The hiccups are an interesting side effect of the quasi stable reality alteration field around him. This is a phenomenon which interacts with the human body in an odd way. Every time a change occurs the body suffers from an involuntary autonomic muscle response. Today Marcus hiccups, but if I were to use it on him again tomorrow he might sneeze or cough or burp or fart." Marcus hiccuped again and the crowd laughed as his shirt became clearly very tight around his chest. His breasts were of a modest size and he smiled at the audience and wiggled his shoulders a bit to move them up and down. "Think about it. No more giant quantum reality manipulation stations. No more banks of transformers and reactors powering a rich persons toy. YOU-" Winston said and waved his hands over the audience before staring right into the camera, "You can finally be whoever you want to be." Marcus hiccuped again and crossed his legs. The audience couldn't see it but they could guess what had just changed. "How do you feel Marcy?" Winston asked. They'd debated on the name,Marcus liked the name Rachel but Winston had insisted on something close to Marcus for the purposes of the talk. "Great!" Marcy said in a soft feminine voice and waved to the audience. She hiccuped and suddenly her hips flared out and there was a tearing sound as her pants ripped. She blushed and grabbed them with her hands to hold them up. The audience laughed. "Changes for anyone, choices for everyone. Quimsy," Winston said and the audience started to cheer. Winston bowed and smiled to the audience as he basked in their applause. They might have gone more nuts for Cameron, but he thought they seemed a lot more earnest in their cheering for him. Cameron's invention was remarkable, but unavailable. The Quimsy was something they could all use. Something they had all wanted but couldn't have. Something which he promised to give them. "A question from Benny Trupple in Manchester, UK," Mr. McDonald said once the applause had died down. "Of course," Winston said. He knew he wouldn't get any basic questions thanks to Cameron's presentation. It was better that way. People didn't like being lectured. "Benny asks, how long do the changes take to finish? What determines that?" "An excellent question. The time to complete transformation is highly variable and difficult to predict. There is an attempt frequency occurring for each change. This number is quite large, but the probability of something happening, i.e. a change being influence by a neighboring quantum singularity, is quite low. As a result we see an average number of changes happening at something near 1 'significant' change every 30 seconds. For a more complex change like the gender change Marcy just underwent there are typically 4-7 'significant' changes, so about 2 to 5 minutes for a complete change," Winston replied calmly. Stupid quantum uncertainty making him sound so uncertain. "And just how much will these 'cheap' quantum body manipulation devices cost?" Mr. McDonald asked the question everyone had been thinking about. "Significantly less than typical, but let me stress the real savings comes in the cost per use. We expect the cost of one Quimsy to be near two hundred and fifty thousand US dollars. However an individual Quimsy can be used hundreds if not thousands of times for any one specific change. There is no need for special components and hundreds of gigawatts of electricity like you would typically expect. I wouldn't expect a Quimsy in every home, but I would expect Quimsy boutiques to open up in every shopping mall," Winston said doing his best to sell his device. It was a simple enough concept he thought, but some people would be upset knowing it wasn't a technology they could take home with them. "Thank you very much," Mr. McDonald said and sat down. "To conclude I will turn Marcy back into Marcus, showing just how quick and easy it is to use the Quimsy mutliple times," he aimed the Quimsy at the pretty girl in the ill fitting clothes standing across the stage. He pulled the trigger. There was a loud pop and a spark hit Winston's hand. "Ouch!" he said and dropped the Quimsy to the ground. It hit with a distinct shattering sound, though it looked unharmed from the outside. The audience laughed. Winston was red in the face but he tried to compose himself. Even with the set back it showed off how safe it was. Cameron's device had exploded so violently when it failed but his just sparked a little. He stood up and tried to compose himself. "I guess there are still some bugs to work out, but I would like to point out how even when it fails my device is still s- ACHOO!" Winston sneezed and felt a sudden weight on his chest. The audience was laughing uproariously. "Shit," Winston whispered to himself but not to quietly that the microphone didn't pick it up. Fortunately it only made the audience laugh more as Winston stood there with large breasts hanging from his chest. They'd burst his shirt wide open and the Censorscreen kicked in to blur them from the audience. He tried to cover them with his arm. "ACHOOO!" he sneezed again, feeling his breasts sway and hearing his pants rip as his hips expanded. His pants fell to the ground in shreds. "Fu- ACHOO!" Winston sneezed again and long blonde hair cascaded down his face. "ACHHOO!" he sneezed again and felt his face change awkwardly. Winston's device was gene based in it's manipulation. Winston's mother had been a bikini model in her early twenties, a fact which Winston rather regretted now that he looked so much like her. He didn't want to be a woman damn it! "ACHOO!! ACHOO! ACHHOO!!" Winston sneezed three times rapidly feeling his body feeling different with each change. The last sneeze was several octives higher in pitch as his vocal cords shifted. The audience was laughing so loud. Winston's now very pretty face was scarlet as he stood there on the stage doing his best to hold the shreds of his once tight fitting clothes to his body. "Well Winny, looks like you still have some work to do before there are changes for the masses," Mr. McDonald said and wandered to the center stage and patted Winston on the back. That pat was more of a smack, hitting Winston so hard it nearly knocked Winston over and she threw her arms out for balance, flashing the audience again. Marcy walked over and put her hand around Winston. "Come on Winny," she said using the name Mr. McDonald had used. "Let's get off the stage now." Winny was mortified. The audience just laughed. Slowly Marcy guided her off the stage. --- Stan sat outside while the fire department slowly wheeled the Changeray to the Sain school athletic field. It was a flat open field, a good place to put something that was frozen in time at the start of an explosion. Stan smelled something. Something his human mind couldn't put into words. That was an odd but common experience for him now. Thinking in words didn't seem to come naturally to him anymore. It was like trying to think in a foreign language. In a lot of ways he just was. His mind functioned as though drunk, with little veil between conscious and unconscious mind. He followed his nose to the thing he smelled. It smelled good, he could conceptualize that much effectively. He made his way to the fire engine. There was a dalmatian sitting by it patiently while a man sat on the bumper watching his fellow firemen wheel the Changeray away. The dalmatian turned and looked at Stan. She smelled amazing. Stan knew she was a female from the smell. It seemed so obvious to him even though a part of his mind knew he wouldn't have been able to tell so quickly from what his eyes told him. Humans relied so much on their eyes. For Stan he felt like he was getting most of his information form his nose now, even if he didn't know what it meant right away. He walked cautiously up to the dalmatian. She didn't pull away. He sniffed around her and she sniffed back. "Hey there fella'," The fireman sitting by the bumper said and patted Stan on the head. "Where'd you come from?" he asked. Cameron was the crew of firemen as they slowly moved the Changeray. It wasn't especially mobile. The jacks they'd put it on had wheels, but they weren't much good at moving across the soft ground of the field. "No collar," The fireman by the truck said, "but you seem friendly enough." Stan was annoyed the fireman was there. He was distracting Stan from the dalmatian, who was now sniffing at Stan. She smelled so good. He felt a sensation that he recognized. A twitch in his penis telling him he was getting turned on. She was in season. The dalmatian bitch was in heat. "Ken! Get over here we need your help!" One of the firemen called out. "Coming!" The fireman by the truck said and stood up. "You stay put Madison. You too buddy," he said and patted Stan on the head once more before wandering off. Stan resumed sniffing the dalmatian. She sniffed him. He moved his nose to her backside and sniffed, the smell was over powering and he could feel himself becoming erect. He licked her backside and felt her warmth on his tongue. It didn't taste like it smelled, which was a difference from when Stan had been a human. It didn't taste like much of anything compared to the smell. She turned and sniffed at his crotch. She licked him a few times before turning and pointing her backside at him. Stan didn't think. Stan just did what felt natural. He mounted her and after a bit of trial and error was inside her. He started humping frantically. The sensation was incredible. Way better than masturbation. It didn't take him long before the pressure built and he felt himself erupt inside her. They stayed there for awhile, Stan resting on top of the dalmatian. He tried to pull off but felt he was stuck. He suddenly felt a little self conscious and looked around to see if anyone was watching them. It was dark and everyone was far from the parking lot where they were entwined. No one seemed to be paying them much attention. Eventually Stan was able to pull out. She turned and licked his crotch. He returned the favor. She sat back down exactly where she'd been when Stan walked up. Stan lay down in front of her. Cameron couldn't believe what he'd just seen. Or rather he could believe it. He just... didn't know what he was supposed to do about it. He couldn't undo it, that much was certain. He needed to find Becky and Frankie and make sure they were ok. He didn't want either of them doing anything as... involved with their new bodies as what he'd just seen Stan doing. Sure it wouldn't hurt Stan physically, but there was no telling what loosing his virginity to a dalmatian bitch would do Stan's psyche. He turned and walked over to the firefighter that had been sitting by the dalmatian. "Hey mister, uh-" "Ken, call me Ken," The man said and stretched out his hand. "Cameron," Cameron said and took his hand, "That's my dog Stan over there by the dalmatian." "Is that who he is? He doesn't have a collar young man, you shouldn't let him wander around like that. He seemed to nice and clean to be a stray, but how was I to know that he actually wasn't?" Ken replied sternly. "Yeah sorry, it's just that I was using him as part of my project tonight, did you see my presentation?" Cameron asked. Ken snorted, "Nah, not my thing. All high brow science talk to me. I just wait for whatever you guys do to show up in stores before I learn anything about it." "That's a good strategy considering the amount of stuff which never makes it to mass market," Cameron said doing his best to avoid looking too high brow. "Listen, I need to run inside and check on some things, how much longer will this be?" "Well once we get it out there we've set up the KIPS and the WANP and then turn off the CIF and let your device do whatever it was going to do. Now that it's unplugged you said it shouldn't be able to do much harm beyond whatever started when the CIF kicked on, right? From looking at what's inside the CIF I'd say it looks more like a rapid fire than an actual explosion so it shouldn't be too much risk." "Yeah without an actual power supply it's just a matter of discharging some capacitors," Cameron babbled, he didn't really know how the device would fail. It SHOULDN'T be possible for it to do much harm when it was unplugged. Shouldn't... "Do you need me for that, or can I go check on some things, It's kind of important. Mind if I leave Stan over there? He's well trained and he won't wander off, I just don't have a leash or anything with me out here." Ken laughed, "Sure, it looked like him and Madison were having some fun together if you know what I mean," he made a crude gesture with his hands and laughed again when Cameron blushed. "Yeah I saw. Thanks," Cameron said and darted inside. Stan was, well Cameron didn't really know what it was like to be transformed into an animal. The volunteer he had used to test it said it was kind of like being drunk. Cameron rarely drank so he didn't really have a lot of experience being drunk so he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. He'd seen movies though. People who made drunk mistakes often regretted it, but it rarely ruined their lives. Cameron really hoped Stan's experience would be like that. --- "I don't understand what went wrong!" Winny fumed, "Why did it fail now? We tested it so much! I turned you back and forth into Marcy over twenty times and it never had a problem! Why now on presentation day?!" "Rachel. If I'm going to be stuck like this I want to be the one to pick my name Winny. Oh, do you like the name Winny?" Rachel, formerly Marcy, formerly Marcus asked. Winny started and looked up at Rachel and met her gaze. There was a flash of anger across her face and then she started to sob. "I'm ruined! My whole point was how safe and reusable the Quimsy was and now I look like an idiot!" Winny sobbed into her hands. "Hey there don't be sad-" Rachel tried to calm her but was interrupted. "I'm not sad! I'm angry!" Winny called out, "I just can't stop crying! I feel like I'm out of control!" she said between sobs. "It's not so bad. I've spent enough time as Rachel to know." "That's because your mom was a demure normal looking woman! You look almost normal!" Winny cried out pointing to Rachel's tits as tears ran down her face. "My mom was a fucking bikini model when she was my age! Look at me! Big tits, big ass, narrow waist! I look-" "-hot," Rachel interrupted. Winny glared at her hard. "Like a freak!" Winny finished and turned her back to Rachel. She sobbed quietly to herself for a few minutes. It was the only sound filling the locker room they'd retreated to. It was technically the woman's locker room, but they were both technically women now. Rachel walked over to the bench Winny was sitting on and put her hand on her shoulder. "You'll be fine. In a week or two you'll build another Quimsy and be back to your old self," Rachel said and sat down next to Winny and put her arm around her. Winny sniffled and leaned against her. "The Quimsy will sell it self. Tell it's own story. You don't need the MEI prize to be a success. When every mall has its own Quimsy boutique they'll have you to thank for it. Everyone will know your name." Rachel kissed Winny on the cheek. Her skin was soft and tasted like tears. Winny looked up at her with red bloodshot eyes that were soft and vulnerable. Winny kissed Rachel on the lips. Rachel didn't pull away, but she didn't kiss back. Winny didn't seem to notice and started to kiss Rachel's neck while one of her hands reached up and grasped Rachel's breast. This wasn't exactly how Rachel had wanted this to go. Pretty close, but not quite. It was actually extremely frustrating. She pulled back and pulled Winny's hand of of her gently. She locked her fingers in Winny's and met her gaze. Winny looked like she was about to start crying again. Rachel kissed Winny on the forehead and then put both arms around her and held her close. Winny sobbed quietly into her breast while Rachel stroked her back. Marcus wasn't gay. Well not in the strictest definition. Or maybe exactly in the strictest definition he was. Winston was his best friend, and it was easy for him to say, in hindsight especially, that he loved him. But he'd never been attracted to Winston physically. That had all changed the instant he'd first been turned into Rachel. Suddenly she felt this incredible and powerful connection with Winston that had never been there before. It still hadn't been physical at first, but it just somehow felt like a deeper connection. A yearning to be with him. After spending more time as Rachel he realized Winston actually was kind of cute. Marcus started to feel awkward hanging out with Winston as a man. It just felt so shallow an empty compared to what he felt when he was Rachel. Every time he'd feel butterflies in his stomach just before he changed and they'd all go away once he was Rachel again and Winston smiled at her. She started to dread when she'd go back to being Marcus. Winston never seemed to notice her affection, but she didn't lose heart. To Winston she was still Marcus, even in the female body of Rachel. She wanted to tell him. To tell him she wanted to stay this way. To be his girlfriend. But what if he said no? What if Winston wasn't capable of being the boyfriend of his former best friend? Marcus had only ever been Rachel for a few hours at a time, and always it was in the testing laboratory. Not exactly an intimate setting. So Marcus had concocted a plan. He'd rig the Quimsy to fail when it was set to turn him back into Marcus again. He may not have been as brilliant at Winston, but he could manage that at least. He'd be stuck as Rachel for awhile, maybe a few days. That was just what he thought he needed. Long enough to spend an extended period of time with Winston so Winston could get comfortable with her as Rachel. Then she'd ask him. She'd ask him to not change her back and she'd tell him she loved him. She bare her soul and hope for the best. Of course things rarely work out the way you wanted them to. After Marcus had modified the Quimsy to fail they'd stopped testing it. It seemed Winston was satisfied with how it worked, and since that had only been two weeks before the big day he decided to work on his sales pitch instead. He took the Quimsy home with him for safe keeping and Marcus has been unable to undo the damage he'd done. He'd felt panicked at first, but as the big day grew closer and it was more and more obvious he wouldn't be able to fix it, he'd come to accept it. Winston's device, wonderfully practical though it might be, would almost certainly not have been spectacular enough to win the MEI. Efficiency improvements never won, and in the end thats all the Quimsy was. A more efficient version of an existing technology. It was a sad but true fact which Winston refused to recognize. And so Marcus would get changed on stage, like they'd planned. And he'd get stuck as Rachel, as he'd planned. She'd do her best to comfort him and he would no doubt feel bad and try and comfort her. They'd grow close together, as men and women do, and then she'd tell him how she felt about him. She'd never tell him the truth that it was her who had sabotaged the Quimsy on presentation day. "Listen there is something I want to tell you," Winny said, resting her head on Rachel's shoulder while Rachel stroked her hair. "What is it?" Rachel asked doing her best not to stare at Winny's cleavage. She was doing her best to hide the attraction she felt for Winny. Winny was certainly very very attractive. If she was still Marcus she knew she'd almost certainly have an erection that would be a lot harder to hide than the warm damp feeling between her legs. They'd found some gym uniforms in the locker room that didn't fit very well, but at least they were better than the shreds of the clothes they had been wearing. "You're a great friend," Winny said quietly. "I know," Rachel said and laughed. Winny laughed a little too. "You're my best friend," Rachel said and hugged Winny again. She was attracted to Winny, but she didn't WANT Winny. She wanted Winston. She didn't want Winston to think that any passion between them was just some temporary lesbian dalliance. She wanted him to know it was more than that. She wanted him to know it was more than a heat of the moment thing caused by them both being in this stressful and alien situation. She laughed to herself. Winny didn't ask her why she laughed. She was glad she didn't have to explain. She was thinking like such a woman! --- The stage filled and cleared several more t