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ACE 911
by
Laika
Pupkino
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Marvin Hauser---who would rather you call him Ace---took a long pull from
his two liter Mountain Dew and set it back on the desk. He unplugged the
a.c. cord and carried his gently whirring laptop down the hall to the
bathroom, never once taking his eyes off the images on the screen. They
were photographs of girls. Beautiful girls, with long tresses and
voluptuous figures.
That made it okay that they had dicks, right? It was when you liked guys,
that's when you were a damn queer. And these were not guys.
Because some girls (like his cute cousin Marcie) had webbed toes, and
this didn't make them ducks. You wouldn't call someone who liked web-toe
girls a duck fucker, would you?
'Course not.
He locked the door, then set the computer on the sink counter alongside
the toilet and swivelled it to face him. Ace kneeled in front of the
bowl. Looking at the magical naked ladies on his computer, and thinking
about girls with dicks and webbed toes and with beaks like ducks---NO
WAIT! DELETE THAT LAST IMAGE!!!!---he began to stroke his rigid penis.
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The faint drumming of fingernails against the bathroom door made him
jump.
"Marvin? You in there?"
"YEAH MOM! I WAS ABOUT TO TAKE A SHOWER," he yelled, as if she was clear
off down the block someplace and not less than three feet away. He
scooted on his knees over to the shower, reached up and turned the water
on.
"Another shower?!! Well your dinner's ready. Don't let it get cold."
"Okay, Ma."
"Honey?"
"What?" he snapped. Talking to his mother sure was wrecking the erotic
mood his pornos had put him in.
"I don't see your computer. You didn't leave it at school again, did
you?"
"No, I got it in here. I was....... ummmn, studying."
"Well good! Okay, I'll leave you alone now..."
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Wendy Hauser smiled. It looked as if her only child was finally starting
to apply himself! Those cd-roms she had bought him---a program designed
to "make learning fun" for struggling students---seemed to actually be
paying off. Which was good, because they hadn't been cheap.
She would be furious if she knew that he had frisbeed all ten discs of
LAUGH YOURSELF SMART THE PROFESSOR GIGGLESWORTH WAY down the weedy ravine
behind their Valencia, CA home without ever having loaded them into his
computer; and that their book-shaped box was now a hiding place for his
CDs of digital pornography...
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On the liquid crystal screen the teenager had pasted together a triptych
of his current three favorite pictures ....... Bonnie McBoner, Busti
Withwoode and Ugimi Sukahachi pouted at him with their puffy cocksucker
lips, their breasts outthrust, those penises dangling not from the
forbiddingly angular pelvises of men, but from the sweet luscious curves
of young ladies.
Of the three of them, Ace liked Miss Sukahachi best. Those oriental ones
looked so delicate, so real. And unlike any oriental "gg" he had ever
seen---(G-girls, T-girls, gaffs & HRT- Ace was learning all the cool
secret lingo of this world)---Ugimi had just the HUGEST knockers!
He had written her care of WEENIE GIRL magazine, saying that if she just
gave him a chance he would treat her like such a lady, but that she could
also rest assured he would run things and totally be the boss of her,
'cause those Asian chicks loved that. They lived to take care of their
man. He told her it was okay if she was shy, that this was better than
all these American girls who thought they knew everything, and if she
wanted they could be just friends for a while before they got married.
Ace was a bit disappointed that she hadn't contacted him yet, but he
wasn't too worried. She must get about a billion fan letters every day,
but when she got to his, she would realize the incredible connection they
had.
In his mind's eye the lovely t-girl shuffled toward him in her cherry
blossom kimono, palms pressed together, eyes downcast. Standing before
him she slowly opened her silken robe, revealing the object of his queasy
worship.
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Over dinner, his Mom was saying something about how she didn't understand
how he could be getting such poor grades when he spent so much time in
his room with the door locked doing homework.
He nodded, not really listening as he shovelled Beef-a-Rooni into his
mouth. All he registered from her lecturing was that she kept calling him
Marvin---Marvin, Marvin, Marvin! It was driving him NUTS!---when he had
repeatedly instructed her to call him Ace.
Wendy, meanwhile, was noticing that her son had not taken a shower after
all. He must have taken what she had said about "another shower" as a
reprimand. Marvin was so sensitive, so moody sometimes. She wished he
could find a girlfriend, or at the very least some friends.
"I noticed that the February Frolic dance is coming up at your school."
"Yeah?" he drawled sullenly.
"Were you thinking of asking anyone?"
"Those dances are all just a big popularity contest," he snorted, "If
you're not a jock or a sosh or on the honors roll they treat you like
you're dirt. Dances SUCK!!!"
"I had a lot of fun going to dances when I was your age."
"Well things are different now. High School is all cliques and stuff!"
"I think you'd like it if you gave it a chance. You know my friend
Sylvia? Well her daughter Heidi- you've met Heidi, right?"
Ace rolled his eyes, "Do you know what kind of loser people would think I
am if I went to the dance with her? Heidi Honneger is a dork and a lard
ass."
"Well you're getting a bit big in the tush yourself, kiddo," She chided
playfully, "Don't think I don't find those Twinkie wrappers you try to
hide by stuffing them down into the couch-"
Suddenly Marvin was out of his seat and storming from the room, his plate
of Beef-a-Rooni left congealing on the table.
"Aw don't be like that," she called after him, "I was just teasing."
Wendy sighed. He used to be such a happy kid, open and innocent. Sure he
had a temper, even back then, but it was balanced by great kindness and
generosity. Like that period of time when he seemed to be giving his toys
away to other kids almost as fast as he got them. Jeffrey had felt that
this showed a lack of appreciation for all his Christmas and birthday
presents, but she could see the joy the boy took in making other kids
happy.
Jeffrey.... She traced their son's troubles back to when he had died on
that business trip three years ago. The State Department and that big
column in Washington with all the names on it tried to make out like he
was some sort of hero, when it was clear that he had simply been in the
wrong place at the wrong time. The atomic exchange between India &
Pakistan hadn't even been America's war.
Since then Marvin had changed so much. His grades declining, driving away
all his friends with his outbursts and accusations, and then shaving off
the lovely curly blonde hair that had been his best feature. Considering
the shape of his head, the stubbly buzz cut that he had taken as his
trademark was not the least bit flattering. And that bony neanderthal
ridge across his brow. Had that always been there? The thing really
popped out when he scowled, and it seemed like he was always scowling
these days.
"You always seem so serious," she had commented once, trying to broach
the subject.
"So I'm supposed to go around laughing like an idiot? Ha ha look at me,
I'm a happy stupid robot!"
At least he was happy when he was on his computer, Wendi reflected, doing
whatever it is kids do on those things. She was glad for the government
monitoring and this new internet rating system. Unlike parents of a
decade ago she didn't have to worry about some deviant getting hold of
Marvin.
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Back in his room he logged back onto his computer, and using the end-
runner chip that Geeky Darren had sold him found his way to the adults-
only part of the worldwide web. Soon the screen was full of jumping day-
glo lettering and wonderful dirty pictures.
He uncapped his big plastic bottle of soda pop and guzzled from it,
washing down the awful Beef-A-Reeno aftertaste. His mom didn't see how he
could drink it right out of the bottle like that, and especially with how
it got warm so quick---(Did he want ice? Was he sure he didn't want ice?
Why didn't he want ice? Always going on about the effing ice!)---But
actually he didn't mind it warm. You had your whole four to six hour
supply right here and didn't have to go messing with glasses and shit.
Ace reflected that Heidi Honnegar who his mom seemed to want to hook him
up with actually wasn't that fat, that hers was a cute kind of plumpness,
she had great tits, and she did act nicer to him than most of the kids at
school. And he knew that his mom and hers would pave the way for the
hardest part, the asking itself. That if he ever was going to go to a
school dance this might be the best opportunity.
But then he flashed on just how uncomfortable he would find such a
gathering, a room full of kids his age that wasn't structured the way a
classroom was. Where somebody might talk to you, or nobody would. The
whole night would be one long opportunity to screw up and look like an
idiot.
But a good honest look at his fears wasn't Ace's style, so he decided
that they were all a bunch of assholes, and what was the big deal about
dancing anyway? It served no purpose. Jerking around like a jerk. Sure
there were girls there, but...
He liked girls but they scared him. Not just that they might laugh at
him, which they always seemed on the verge of doing, but physically
somehow. They had that plumbing. Their pussies smelled like fish (he had
heard) and he did know they had periods, which was disgusting, and rather
alarming to contemplate, since he really hated seeing blood.
T-girls were cleaner. He liked the ones with dicks but even when they did
have THE OPERATION their pussies weren't hooked up to all that weird
stuff inside- they were like the fembots from his ROBOT ROBOT 777 manga
books. The idea that they were constructed, in sterile rooms and by
mostly male doctors was reasurring somehow. Not the crazy wet gooshy
randomness of animal nature but something you could control.
He liked the pornos where the shemales wore tight rubber or pvc because
then they REALLY looked like robots. All shiny with nice curves and they
could sword fight and fly a jet and always had something super clever to
say when they were killing a bad guy!
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Besides looking at pornography, there was something else he liked to do.
There were chat rooms where all the big dick shemales went to talk about
getting their pussy operations and stuff.
The first one he tried, they were weird. He had just said HI to everybody
when this woman named LillyMarlene took him aside in like this little
cyber alcove and asked him about himself. He sensed like she didn't trust
him. She kept talking about predators. Then it dawned on him that she
thought HE might be a predator. Couldn't she tell he was okay? He said:
ACE911: I am SO not a predator! But i would want
LILLYMARLENE: Yes?
ACE911: it would be nice if maybe findsomeone I can fall in love with
like maybe a nice she male girl
LILLYMARLENE: We all want that ace, but that's not really what we're
about here.
ACE911: whats it then?
LILLYMARLEN: This is a room where transgender youth or those who think
they might be tg can find themselves. Can talk relax share notes in a
place where there is no judgement and find out who they are.
ACE911: THATS A GOOD THING
LILLYMARLENE: Yes it is.
ACE911: Do U have a big dick?
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And that had been the end of Ace911's involvement with Aunt Hattie's
Haven.
Stupid! Why did he ask that? He knew the uptight ones acted like that.
They were like she-male women's libbers or something, they hated men, and
weren't fun and sexy and wanting to do it all the time like the ones from
his pornos.
It hadn't ended very friendly, all those things she had called him. She
was the goddamn tranny, where did she get off acting like HE was a
pervert? Probably ugly and looked like a jowly old man, trying to get all
the young cute ones to hate men too!
Or maybe he really was just a pervert. Just a stupid, stupid, stupid who
never seemed to get the Rules of whatever situation he was in, and even
the nerds at school avoided!
Taking a drink from his 2-liter Mountain Dew, he suddenly grabbed the
back of his head with his other hand, holding it there while he tilted
the bottle way up. It was like it wasn't even him do it, but Aunt Hattie.
God she was strong! She was standing there, clutching his head, a stern
Victorian headmistress in some kind of riding outfit with leather thigh
boots, making him drink all the pee from her monstro dick! All he could
do was open up and drink all that nasty liquid! It was horrible and gross
and degrading and scary and oh so thrilling!
Finally he had to stop. Why did he do that? It was sick. He was sick.
Sometimes he just felt so wrong he felt like the only thing that would
fix it is if he was punished somehow. Why did life have to be so darn
confusing? Why couldn't the world be more like in his fantasies, where
things made sense and he wasn't always saying something wrong?
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He went to his favorite fiction site, HyperGraphia. There were six
stories posted today, and DAMN- they were all rated either G or R. He
skimmed them just to see if maybe there was something hot in them anyway.
Three of them were about boys who wanted to be girls, and their parents
were really nice to them when they found out, and everybody cried and
hugged a lot, and the lady shrink put them on that spirolackabone stuff
so when they got older they could get that operation. These stories
TOTALLY SUCKED. These kids were really just like stupid boring girls.
The next two stories were about old people, which was just disgusting.
Old men, whose wives caught them transvestating. He kind of liked the
ones where this happened and then the wives would turn them into big
titted she-male sissy maids and made them eat out all their mah jong
partners and stuff, but these weren't anything like that. Instead the
wives were really nice to them, and everybody was getting in touch with
their true self and there was more damn crying and it was just so
STUPID!!
The last story was set in some dusty dirt desert in Australia for some
reason, maybe after a nuclear war, and you thought it was maybe about a
transsexual, but even after he read the whole thing he wasn't sure, like
it was supposed to be "art" or something. And that one REALLY sucked! All
and all these stories had been a total waste of time...
What was the goddamn deal with HyperGraphia these days? His comments
weren't welcome at this story site anymore, but the way they had it set
up you could just say you were anybody, and didn't have to leave your e-
mail address. So instead of being ACE911 he used his new name- HOSER. He
left a message on every one of these stories saying how much it SUCKED
and the person who wrote it SUCKED and anybody who was reading it SUCKED.
His comments probably would get taken down but it was fun to do that and
it was important to let them know how bad they were sucking, so maybe
they would knock it off and put some good stories on there...
It was only 8:40 now but he figured he might as well go to bed.
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Settling in under the covers, his hand stuck in through the top of his
pygama bottoms, resting on his dick. It was his favorite part of the day.
Most nights he would lie there for up to an hour before falling asleep,
stroking himself and fantasizing. Occasionally a new one, just pure
spontaneous mental wandering, but for the most part he relied on one of
his half a dozen or so favorites, plotlines that he kept expanding on and
perfecting. But which one tonight?
Flying. He liked the one where he could fly. And he knew it was kind of
weird---but it was so exciting---that the reason he could fly was that
his legs were now two great stout penises that he stood on, without knees
or feet obviously, something like ASTROBOY's legs. And then he blasted
off into the air by pissing, jet propelled- or would that be pee-
propelled?
He wasn't sure where all this pee he used came from. Though he was no
rocket scientist he realized that there would have to be some kind of
reserve tank for all this "fuel", in which case he would probably be all
one big sloshy bladder that was too heavy to become airborn, if this were
reality, but it clearly wasn't. Was it? In these lucid half-dreams the
pee just came. Maybe there was some whole other dimension or universe
that was just full of his urine that he was linked to by a
transdimensional wormhole in his weenie.
He flew over his neighborhood, his twin streams raining down on
everything. On grouchy Old Man Witherspoon who was out mowing his lawn,
and got quite indignant to be showered upon thusly. And then he flew over
Hawkins Park where Aaron and Micky and Jim were hanging out sitting on a
picnic table. They had kind of been his buds for a while, but recently
had turned against him, but now they were totally impressed as he circled
overhead, "Wow Ace, you can fly!"
So NOW they wanted to be his friends...
But instead he did his hovering trick, where he hung in one spot and
pointed his dick ends at them, then let loose with a mighty blast,
knocking the three losers off the table and driving them across the lawn
into the oleander bushes, laughing as they coughed and sputtered and
whimpered for him to stop!
"MY JOB IS DONE HERE!" he declared---like the cool mutant superhero he
now was---before he soared high into the sky, the houses and shit getting
smaller and smaller beneath him, the horizon receding, practically half
the Pacific ocean coming into view, as he headed for...
Sometimes it was a giant door, like the front door of a house hanging in
the sky, and sometimes it was a science-fictiony stargate/wormhole thing
that shuttered open for him as he approached, but it was always in the
same spot out over the ocean, and then he flew through it. On the other
side the ocean, the shoreline at this distance looked pretty much the
same (except for the volcanos), but he was in a different world now. His
world. Weenie Girl Land...
There were she-male houses and apartments and office buildings and
McDonalds. A Weenie Girl in a sexy sort of mailman's uniform delivering
mail, looked up and winked at him. All the cars were cute little
convertibles, whole freeways full of morphodites going to and fro. In the
park there were whole shemale families, moms and daughters in pretty
dresses with holes where their dicks hung out. And some shemale hippies
in gossamer tie-died peasant dresses playing frisbee with a shemale dogs,
who ran really good in her weeniegirldog high heels, despite the multiple
pairs of big pink human tits crowding her underside. All the women here
recognized him as some sort of benevolent demigod, the creator of this
world...
But suddenly his twin jets were sputtering. His piss streams were
dimishing and he was losing attitude. Strain as he might the piss just
wasn't coming. The pink houses and immaculate landscaping of Weenie-Girl
Land rushed upward to him. He flailed his arms and dicklegs wildly, but
to no avail. Ace knew he was in trouble if he ever hit the ground, but it
was gonna happen!
As he landed the crowns of his peckerlegs compressed slightly and then
his penises turned into his regular legs. And then into curvy girl legs,
in high heels and nylons. And now his tits were blossoming, he could feel
their growing weight.
"Oh shit!" she cried in a lilting, breathless voice.
"Ha ha," they laughed, "You're one of us now!"
"Only with one special difference," leered a red corsetted priestess.
Ace's tits kept growing and growing, from huge to super-huge, until she
was staggering under their weight, and when they were as big as bushel
baskets she fell forward. Ace crawled to escape the growing circle of her
tormentors, dragging her breasts across the grass, until even this was
impossible. Her hands no longer reached the ground. She squirmed, her
high heels sliding uselessly on the slick grass.
"We just wanted to be women. To live ordinary lives, to try and love and
to be loved. You turned us into freaks."
"Not freaks- BETTER!"
"Better for who?"
"But it's just a fantasy..."
"Then there ain't no harm if I do this," she jeered, and stepped around
behind the nu-gurl with her enormous rigid phallus. Acette felt the back
of her skirt being flipped up; her panties being tugged rudely
downward...
"No!" she screamed as the fat, throbbing dickhead pushed hard against her
helpless sphincter-
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Ace bolted upright, surprised that he even could with those massive
boobies that had grown bigger than he was. He felt his chest, relieved to
find it flat, his nipples no longer those giant strawberries made of
tender meat.It was dark, but he could see by his Baywatch nightlight and
he was in his own bed. His heart was pounding, but he was safe! His own
self once again. He heard the reassuring sounds of his mom down in the
front room, laughing at something on the television...
But man, did he ever have to pee! He got up and trotted to the bathroom.
What a crazy, crazy dream!!
Fawn
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