Completeness
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Complete: no
By Persephone
"Hi guys, my name is Bill. Of course it was changed to 'Billie' in my
story. What there is of it anyway... My story that is. I just want to find
a way let let people out there know that I'm not just a bunch of words!
That I have feelings. I have emotions. That my creator, the asshole,
endowed me with all the attributes, traits, habits, and everything else
that a good character needs to hold the interest of the reader."
"The lead-in to my story is perfect. A complete and informative
background, character introduction, the works. Then I was put into a
situation calculated to appeal to the reader's perverse interest and hold
their attention. Things were looking great for me... as a character that
is. I had personality, looks, charisma. I had a fascinating background, a
loving family, good friends, and a really hot girlfriend. Life was good.
That is until the author caused me to accidentally bump into an old woman
and knock her down."
"I apologized profusely and helped her up but as I found out later, my
author made her a witch and she put a spell or a curse or whatever on me.
She said something to the effect that I would be more graceful if I was a
girl. Anyway, I started to bit by bit change into a girl."
"I thought at the time, 'Well isn't this just fuckin' great!' as I ever
so slowly changed over several story time weeks. During that time my
author compelled me to do the most bizarre and embarrassing things like
getting my ears triple pierced, shaving off all my body hair, stealing
lingerie from my sister, etc. Did I complain? No. I just went along with
the story line because I knew from other characters I've talked to in
other files that the most likely outcome would be that I would change
into a hot girl, find a great guy, learn to like being a girl, and live
happily ever after."
"Well, not so fucking much. Look at me. Just take a good look at me. Here
I stand hairless, pierced ears that haven't even healed yet, half grown
tits, no fucking clue how to do my hair or put on makeup, and only my
sister's stolen underwear that sort of fits for clothing. And this is the
limbo hell that I've been stuck in since 2006!"
"Not only that but my author atrophied my balls are and shrunk my dick
down to only one inch long so I can't even jack off to pass the time and
get a little pleasure in my limbo. I'm a half changed freak neither here
nor there and on top of that do you have any idea how pissed some readers
get when they get to the end of my file and see, "to be continued" and
then find out that my author has gone missing since early in 2006? Can
you believe that? Since 2006!"
"Yeah, that ain't good Bill, but if you're looking for sympathy you're
looking in the wrong place. Look at me. My wife renamed me Dafney all
because I tried on a pair of her panties just to see what they would feel
like. Can you freekin' believe that name? Dafney! Jeeze. Then she went
nuts and locked me in this corset and I've been stuck taking shallow
breaths since back in 2003. Not only that but that warped little SOB that
wrote me into this mess had her lock these damned five inch stiletto
heels on my feet and they're killing me. And check this out... my dick is
locked in a stainless steel chastity tube chained to the corset and I
have a damn tampon shoved up my ass."
"Chill out Daffy," piped in John. "You ain't got it so bad either. What
about Jack? You aal have heard about Jack, right? Or Jackie as he or she
is also known. Jack's been strapped down to a hospital bed hooked up to a
hormone IV drip since 1999! He can't even talk because his author had the
bitch doctor put ball gag in his mouth and then left him that way. That's
gotta suck."
"And speaking of sucking and gagging, what about poor George? He's got
triple H tits, a huge ass and his file ends with him on his knees with a
twelve inch cock down his throat and another one approaching the south
gate. It just ends there with his tits dragging on the floor impaled fore
and about to be aft . No 'SIBC' or 'to be continued' or anything else. It
just ends. What's going to happen to George being the only offspring of a
one-shot author that has never returned? Since 2001 no less."
" And look at me. I put on this damn latex catsuit outfit in 2005 for
Halloween to make my wife happy and help her win some dumb-assed prize
and have been stuck in it ever since. It's hot, I'm soaked with sweat,
and I think I'm developing a latex allergy."
"Well boo hoo hoo. All you poor victims. What about me? How do you think
I feel? I was cast as the mad doctor. I went to a lot of trouble to lure
a poor unsuspecting fool into my web of deceit and capture him. I
imprisoned him in my secret lab and started to perform various surgical
procedures and pump him full of my latest sex change formulas and then,
just as my nefarious plan starts to really come together and bear fruit...
Nothing. I've been left here with a raging hardon and blue balls since
late in 2007. I'm left walking bowlegged and I'll probably never know if
my formula actually works.
Well I'm not exactly like enamored with the medical profession, sane or
otherwise, Doc," came from Suzie. "When it comes to frustration I think I
was like so given a corner on the market here. I had a totally nasty
accident at work and my body was like majorly crushed beyond repair. It
was like so totally gross. So, anywho, these damn doctors transferred my
brain into the body of this like so totally hot blonde eighteen year old
brain dead chick. How they knew she was like brain dead I don't know fur
sure. From the way I'm like forced to talk in this body she was probably
fine. Now I feel like so totally brain dead and as horny a a hutch full
of girl bunnies. I was like not exactly happy. Like they couldn't find a
brain dead guy? They had me undergoing therapy with this so totally hot
shrink to learn to deal with it but he was like dead from the waist down
or something. I never got a rise out of him. Then, one night when I was
on the cusp of discovering the female orgasm... To be continued. Yeah Doc,
that's where I'm at. Still like so totally on the cusp eleven years
later. Like have you any clue what that frustration is like? Sometimes I
wish I could like just delete my file.
"I hear you Suzie. I think we ought to go on strike until our authors
come back and finish our stories," came a suggestion from Jamie.
"Now that's a laugh, Jamie," a character named Tom chuckled from another
file. Go on strike? Just exactly how does a character that's been stuck
in limbo hell doing absolutely nothing for years, go on strike? What do
we do, refuse to be read, corrupt our files, or translate our files into
Swahili? Just face it, we're stuck like this until our authors come back
and complete us. Either that or some other author takes pity on us and
takes up the torch to finish our stories but that has complications. It
might piss off our original author. Maybe they are just sadistic assholes
and want us left in limbo in embarrassing and uncomfortable situations.
Or maybe they got their rocks off with what they wrote and don't need us
anymore. Face it, we're stuck. I don't think even the Wizard can help us.
At least almost all of his files are complete. I wonder how he does it,"
mussed Tom.
"He's a wizard, like Duh! Like even I know that" Suzie interjected.
"Thanks Suzie. You are like so totally a blonde. But like there has to be
something we can do, Tom. Oh geez, now she' got me doing it. Anyway,
maybe we could all put up a united front and merge our files. We'd still
be incomplete but think of the power we'd have. We'd be the largest file
on this site!"
"Interesting thought, Jamie but the moderators would never let us get
away with it. No, I'm afraid that we're stuck like this, incomplete,
frustrated and a disappointment to our readers. Maybe someday the
moderators will create a separate section for all of us 'Complete: no'
files so the readers will at least know going in that we are a never
ending story. Either that or find a way to educate the authors out there
to finish what they start."
"Don't hold your breath, Tom. I don't think anything will ever change
around here. But look at the bright side, every year there will be more
of us with interesting incomplete stories to tell and meanwhile we get to
read some of the greatest actually complete stories. Just be thankful
that the 'Complete: yes' files will associate with us and we can always
dream what it would be like to be complete." Jamie said with a big sigh.
And so it goes.
The End (More or Less, sorta)
© Persephone 11/25/13
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