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Professor David McEwen, and his assistant Paul Richards, have invented a very realistic virtual reality machine. Paul uses it to experience running at the Olympics, but it gets much more realistic than he'd imagined... (Author's note: I've tried to be realistic about the Olympics, but all names are fictitious) ***** Professor David McEwen, and his post-doctorate assistant Dr. Paul Richards, had developed a novel type of virtual reality machine. By using the principle of quantum entanglement, events and objects from a given place in the real world could be brought into virtual reality, and produce a perfect reproduction of the real world place. The operator of the VR (virtual reality) machine could then act as if they really were in that other place; so long as the VR was running at the same time as the actual reality. But unbeknown to each other, each had been doing extra experiments. David had experimented with the idea of whether he could go the other way: make events in virtual reality occur in actual reality. He had examined the theory of quantum entanglement, and he believed it was possible. To test this, he had entered a virtual reality copy of his parents' home. David was in his 40s, and his parents were getting old, so he occasionally travelled interstate to stay with them for a couple of days, to help them out with things as well as just to catch up. So just before travelling to meet his parents, David went into the virtual reality machine and, in virtual reality, did some changes to the spare room which he always stayed in. He wanted to see whether these changes would actually be there in reality. ***** Paul's secret experiments were more about self gratification, though he tried to convince himself that his motives were purely scientific. Paul was a keen amateur runner, and wanted to experience what it would be like running at the Olympics. While he was a handy runner, he was nowhere near good enough to make the state championships, let alone the Olympics. But with the VR machine, he hoped he could. With David going to visit his parents for a few days during the Olympics, he had the perfect chance. The event Paul selected was the 5000 metres. It was probably his favourite distance. It would give him a decent amount of time to run, and take in the experience. Also, it was the shortest event which allowed a large number entrants in each heat, so he could enter without having to change any details to make reality fit into virtual reality. Conveniently, Australia only had 2 qualified entrants, although it was allowed 3. So that would make it relatively easy to insert himself into the event. Paul spent the morning setting up the virtual reality required. He had spent the last few weeks creating the necessary documents, but now he had to actually load them into the VR machine. He made himself the 3rd Australia runner. He set himself up to have the ideal physique for a 5000 metre runner - leaner and fitter than he actually was. Then that evening (Australian time), 10 minutes before the start of the first 5000 metre heat, he climbed into the machine. He fitted the machine for all senses, including the feed tube and "wash" function, because he might need to drink and sweat. When he was ready, he pressed "Go." After a few seconds of disorientation, his vision cleared. He was - apparently - in the holding room at the Olympic stadium, where the athletes waited before the race. He looked around, and could see the other athletes, mostly stretching or doing light jogging exercises. In the corner of his vision he could see the red "Exit" button. That was there no matter which way he looked. That was by design. It meant that at any time, he could reach and press that button and exit virtual reality. But aside from the exit button, everything looked real. "You ready, Paul?" Paul looked around. It was Andrew Smithson, Australia's 5000 metre champion. Paul knew who Smithson was, but had never spoken to him, as Paul was nowhere near the standard to have ever raced against him. But somehow, in this virtual reality, the Australian champion knew who Paul was. "Almost!" said Paul. He was surprised at how real this all felt. The bathroom was just there, so he went and had a quick look at himself in the mirror. His face was the same, but his body looked much leaner and fitter. "Wow, so this is the athletic version of me," he thought. Finally it was time to go out for the heat. He lined up with the other racers, and the starter's pistol fired. The runners took off. Paul felt like they were sprinting! Then he looked around and realised, this was their normal jogging speed. To Paul it was practically a sprint. But to these Olympic athletes, this was just the steady speed they were going to do for the next 12 and a half laps. Paul was able to stay with the pack for about a lap and a half, but then it got too much. Even at their cruising speed, he was struggling to stay with them. He looked at the time. At the 800 metre mark it was just over 2 minutes. No wonder! That was about as fast as Paul could run 800 metres. Paul was exhausted and started falling further back, and the race hadn't even reached the 1000 metre mark. Even though it was only virtual reality, he felt humiliated. He pulled to the side of the track, stopped, and pressed the "Exit" button. After a few seconds, virtual reality faded and he realised he was "back" in the seat of the VR machine. He got out and quickly got himself a drink of water. As he regained his breath, he pondered what had happened. Even though the VR machine had made him appear like a well-toned athletic runner, he still ran exactly like the same old Paul Richards. It was like a hologram image had been superimposed on him. The machine changed how he looked in virtual reality, but it didn't change his abilities. ***** David arrived at his parents' home. After the obligatory time greeting and talking to his parents, he took his luggage up to the spare room and had a look around. He looked inside the sock draw. Yes! His old alarm clock was in there, just like he'd done in virtual reality. He looked in the bedside table. Yes! There was one sneaker in there, just like he'd done in virtual reality. He had done it! He had proven that, with quantum entanglement, virtual reality could change reality. Even though that was a huge discovery, there was one minor disappointment. In virtual reality he had used the computer "paint" function to paint his cupboard blue. Alas, that hadn't happened, his cupboard was still brown. So while quantum entanglement could move objects, it couldn't change them. Which was disappointing, because according to his theory, changing objects should be possible. Still, what he had seen was certainly interesting. He sent an email to Paul, telling him what had happened. ***** Paul went home feeling disappointed. Weeks of planning had gone into this. Paul really felt like he was at the Olympics and he had flawlessly entered the event and looked the part. But he hadn't banked on the fact that his abilities wouldn't change. He was nowhere near Olympic standard, or even national standard. His abilities were only on par with the best women. "Wait," thought Paul. "The best women..." He went back and looked up the women's times. The Olympic record was 14.26. His personal best for 5 km was 14.50. "I could do this," he thought, "if I pretend to be a woman but keep my abilities, I'm a chance of a medal. That would be cool. To experience an Olympic medal, even if it's as a woman in virtual reality." He had a momentary hesitation, wondering if this was a weird or kinky thing to do. But the lure of experiencing the Olympics was just too strong. He had to try it. So Paul went into the lab the next morning and spent the day setting it up. He had to rush, because the women's 5000 metre heats were that evening, Australian time. He had spent weeks setting up the details to enter himself the men's 5000 metres. Now he had to do go through the process again in a day. Fortunately he knew what to do this time. And luck was on his side. Because again, Australia only had 2 entrants, so he could easily slip himself in as a 3rd, and have virtual reality pretty well copy the actual reality. He had to choose a name. "Paula Richards," instead of Paul Richards, seemed the simplest. He went through all the databases, modifying the entry forms to have Paula Richards as the 3rd qualified Australian runner. To get used to the idea, he decided to enter the virtual reality 30 minutes before the start time. "Well, this is going to be interesting," he thought. He got into the VR machine and, 30 minutes before the start time, he pressed the "Go" button. After a few seconds of haze, he looked around. As expected, he was in the warm-up area. He looked to his right, and the red "Exit" button was there as before. The next thing he noticed was his balls being squeezed. He looked down and saw why. He was wearing green bun huggers - those short women's sport shorts, which looked rather like shiny tight panties. The weird thing was, as he looked, his groin was entirely female and the bun huggers fit well. But he could feel his cock and balls being squeezed inside them. He casually brushed a hand against his groin. He could feel his penis through the bun huggers. But he couldn't see it: what his eyes saw was a hand brushing against a smooth female crotch. The pain was getting worse, so he decided he'd have to go the toilets and adjust himself. He saw the sign and headed to the toilets. Instinctively he went into the men's. A male athlete looked up from washing his hands. "Wrong room sweetheart!" Paul said, "Sorry," and backed out. His voice was high like a woman's. Paul went next door into the women's toilets. And although his bun huggers were tight, he couldn't resist looking at himself in the mirror first. The face was still unmistakably his, thought softer and rounder. He could feel the stubble on his face, but in the mirror his face was smooth. Instead of his short hair, he had a ponytail. He reached around and couldn't feel it, although the girl in the mirror held the ponytail in her hand. He was dressed in the yellow singlet and green bun huggers of all Australian female track and field athletes. There were, of course, boobs on his chest. He bounced up and down and the boobs bounced on the girl in the mirror, even though Paul couldn't feel anything. Paul then realised he was wearing a bra. Tentatively he touched it. He felt his normal chest, but as he looked down, his fingers were touching "his" breasts. So again it was like a hologram - though a female hologram this time - enveloping his body. He felt male, but he looked female, even to himself. He went into a cubicle. He looked down at his green bun huggers. He felt down and, as before, he could feel his penis, but could not see any bulge. He pulled down the bun huggers and panties. With relief, he felt his cock and balls break free. But he couldn't see them. As he looked down he saw neatly trimmed pubic hair and, just below, a vulva. He reached down. He could feel his penis. But as he looked down, the hand he saw was touching his outer labia. It was very strange adjusting something which he couldn't see, but eventually he worked it out. If he placed his penis in the "pointing up" position, it wasn't so tight and the pain was more of an irritation. He had no idea how he'd run with this squeezing of his man parts, but he had no choice. This was his only chance to experience being good enough to run at the Olympics. Paul returned to the holding room. He thought he might as well take it a bit more seriously this time, and did some light running and stretching. Old Stan Wallace from his club was there. Evidently Stan was still his coach. Stan gave him a drink and some encouraging words. Another Australian runner was there, and she made small talk with Paul before the race. Paul was amazed at the high pitched voice coming out as he talked. It helped reinforce the illusion that he was female. Paul went out and lined up for the second time, this time in the women's race. The gun went, and this time the pace was much more manageable. Running at his normal pace, he was able to stay with the pack. Towards the end of the race, a group of 4 African women broke away. But although most of the pack was left behind, Paul accelerated and found he could keep up with them. This was perfect, he thought, because he knew the first 5 qualified for the final. He tailed the lead group the whole way, and finished fifth. "Well that was an experience," Paul thought. But it had gone better than expected. In virtual reality, he had qualified for the women's 5000 metre final! As he walked off, he looked at the red "Exit" button. But then he thought, "Why don't I take in the full experience? Live these next 3 days until the final as a virtual woman. It's a once in a lifetime experience. Or at least, a once in 4 years experience." Again, though he thought it was a little weird and wrong, he couldn't resist the idea. So he went back to the Olympic Village. The virtual reality machine had done an amazing job. He was allocated a room, sharing with a sprinter named Holly Bynes, who he'd heard of. Holly wasn't there, so Paul stripped off - finally getting out of those tight bun huggers - and had a shower. Showering as a virtual woman was an interesting experience. As he washed his short hair, he could see his hands washing longer hair. He had a perfect view of virtual boobs, albeit from an unfamiliar angle, but he couldn't touch them. His arms and legs were also different. His arms, like any female distance runner, were really slim. His legs were also slim, but a little plump in the thighs like all women's. He couldn't see any hair on them. Evidently these were shaved women's legs, so even though he could feel hair on his actual legs, he couldn't see any. Strangest of all, of course, was to look down and see no penis. He could feel it and wash it. But looking down at a female body, it was hard to fight the feeling that he really was female. He'd seen virtual reality experiments where men looked down and saw a female body, but the virtual reality he and David had developed had taken this a step further. After his shower he used the toilet. He held his penis and stood to pee. But as he looked down, it was quite a sight. It looked like a woman pointing her vulva at just the right angle and doing an impossibly perfect standing pee. Paul came out and searched for something more comfortable to wear. He found some track suit bottoms. In the mirror they hugged his female crotch. But at least they didn't feel so tight on his man parts as the bun huggers. He thought he'd better put a bra on too. He didn't need one, but if he didn't wear one he guessed it'd look like his boobs were bouncing everywhere. Holly came back later, and congratulated "Paula" on qualifying for the final. Holly went for a shower herself. After her shower she came out nude, and got dressed in front of Paul. Paul tried to talk to her nonchalantly, but couldn't believe his eyes. This was an unexpected bonus, seeing a naked female athlete! Paul wondered if the real Holly Bynes really looked like that naked. He decided she must - it was the quantum entanglement at work, reproducing reality perfectly in virtual reality. He felt like a perve but, he reasoned, he hadn't done this deliberately. Thankfully Paul looked female, so Holly couldn't see the boner making a tent in his track suit pants. As far she could tell, Paul was female. Later, they went to the team common room for some dinner. Paul got congratulations from lots of team members, but especially from a young swimmer called Brad. Soon Paul realised that Brad was being a bit too friendly, like he was hitting on him. Paul was a mix of disgusted and amused at this. Disgusted that a man was hitting on him. But amused that this guy thought he was a girl. Paul and Holly returned to their room for bed. Paul got another glimpse of Holly topless as she got into her nightie, and smiled at his luck. This was going to be a fun 3 days. ***** David woke up the next morning. He couldn't believe his eyes. The cupboard was blue! So his theory was correct - with a modification. Quantum entanglement could change objects in reality after all - but the change took time to happen. David again emailed Paul with this new result. He was surprised that Paul wasn't emailing back though. He decided that maybe Paul was busy watching the Olympics. ***** Paul woke up for his second day at the Olympics. He had light training today and tomorrow, and then the final the day after that. But as he showered, things seemed a little different. His hair felt longer. His face now longer had stubble: it was smooth. His legs felt smoothed and shaved. And when he washed his chest, he was sure it felt a little fatty. He didn't actually have the boobs he could see, but he felt something there. It was, he assumed, a product of virtual reality. He had read how males in simple VR goggles can look down on a female body, in the Oculus Rift experiments, and begin to feel like they were actually female. Paul had been having a much more intense experience: he'd been looking at a female body on himself for close to 24 hours now. So he was sure it was mind playing tricks on him. But it seemed to be more than that. When he grasped his longer hair, he could actually feel it. How could he imagine that? He closed his eyes and felt his long hair, his smooth face, and his shallow boobs. There was no doubt what he was feeling. After the shower he again stood to pee. But he couldn't control it and it began to dribble on the floor. He quickly stopped and cleaned it up, and then sat to pee. It sure was difficult standing to pee when you can't see your penis. Or was his penis smaller? He couldn't see it, but felt it in his hand. It did feel smaller. Maybe. He found the idea arousing, and began to fondle himself while he sat on there on the toilet. He could feel good feelings, but no erection - it was as soft as ever. Strange. It was hard to ignore the boobs he had, so he wrapped the towel around himself "girl style" as he came out of the bathroom. In the mirror his boobs obviously kept the towel up, but he couldn't help feeling that he really did have boobs holding the towel up. He came out and found some looser shorts to wear for that day's training. And since his hair seemed to be there, he tied it back in a pony tail as best he could. During the training, he was sure he could feel his chest bounce. He didn't see how that could possibly be his imagination either. Maybe the VR machine was changing his sensations to make him feel female? "Oh well," thought Paul, "it'll be an experience." That evening at dinner, Brad again tried to flirt with him. Paul found himself laughing at Brad's jokes. He was also a little embarrassed at the high pitched squeals which came out, but no one seemed to think it was strange. That night, as he got ready for bed, he felt his penis again. By now it was tiny, barely an inch long. There was no doubt about it, his body was changing in virtual reality; he really was going to have a virtual experience of being female. When Holly got came out of the shower and got changed, he again stared at her. But there was no erection this time. In fact he found himself more admiring her hips and legs, and... wait, what? ... he was hoping that he looked as good? Wasn't that strange? "Well no," he reasoned, "if I'm going to pretend to be female, I'd rather be an attractive one." ***** Paul woke up on day 3, the last day before the final. He tentatively felt for his penis under the covers. Nothing. He gasped, "No!" and felt around. All he could feel was a vertical indent where his penis used to be. "Are you OK Paula?" asked Holly, who was already up. Paul gathered his thoughts, "No... No I mean yes. Yes I'm OK. Nothing is wrong with me. Everything's normal." Holly gave him a funny look, but Paul smiled and that seemed to reassure her. "Can I have first shower?" Paul asked. "Sure, I'm still having breakfast," said Holly. Paul went to the bathroom. He stripped off and again, for the 3rd day, saw the female body he was getting used to it. But now, as he showered himself, what he felt matched what he saw. He could cup his hands and feel his fully developed, feminine, boobs. He could gently move and squeeze them, and he could feel the sensation of his fatty chest - his boobs - being squeezed. "So this is what boobs feel like," he thought. When he felt down below it was definitely a vulva, with no trace of penis or balls. He felt something that had the same sensation as the tip of his penis, but he realised that was a clitoris. "I guess the VR machine has shifted my perception completely," he thought. "I guess I'm living completely as a female now." He could still see the red "Exit" button at the side of his vision. He could exit this anytime. So he thought he might as well enjoy the female experience, along with the Olympic experience. He came out and sat on the toilet like a woman. He peed, and it came out from a different spot. It came from quite low down, underneath his penis - oops, underneath his clitoris. "So that's what peeing feels like for a woman," he thought. There was no need to wear loose shorts for training today. He might as well wear the bun huggers, and get used to them. As he did his light training runs, it certainly felt different. The bouncing boobs took a little getting used to, though he knew the sports bra stopped them bouncing too much. Like all female runners, they weren't huge anyway. He had looked at the bra when he put it on, and noticed it was a B cup. Even stranger, though, was running with nothing between his legs. He wondered if it would actually help. He did feel freer running with no penis and balls. Obviously every able bodied male learns to run while having a penis and balls, but there was a certain exhilaration of just running without them being there at all. That evening at dinner, he spent even longer talking to Brad. He found himself admiring his broad chest and ample muscles, such a contrast to his thin body. He loved ... no surely it was just a like! ... but for sure, he really liked his deep voice, in contrast to his high voice. Even though he had been like Brad 2 days before - though not as muscular - he found himself feeling warm and fuzzy being near him. That night, in bed, he explored his female parts. He gently put a finger between the outer labia, and felt the inner labia. At the top of the inner labia was his clitoris, which was especially sensitive. Stroking it was like stroking the tip of a penis. It felt good. Real good. It felt so good that he kept rubbing it more. He could feel his arousal build, just like when he masturbated in reality as a male. Was this wrong? Was this weird? But, he reasoned, I might as well get the full female virtual reality experience. Plus, it's usually easier to sleep after masturbating. So he continued to rub. And yet, while the arousal built, he reached a point where he wasn't getting any further. He couldn't get to a climax. He cast his mind back to seeing Holly naked. He imagined her perfect boobs and hips, and even when he saw her full frontal once. But that did nothing. Instead, his thoughts drifted to Brad. He smiled as he imagined him holding him, kissing him. He imagined stroking Brad's broad chest, and imagined Brad was fingering his soft pussy... He spread his legs and continued to rub himself. Instead of a growing erection, he could feel changes inside his vagina. He felt down and his vagina was getting wet, real wet. He dipped a finger in and rubbed some moisture onto his clitoris, and the pleasure became more intense. He laid back and spread his legs further, as he imagined that Brad was getting on top of him, pushing his huge, hard, magnificent penis deeeeeep into him... ... and as he imagined that, his climax finally came. A rush of pleasure went through his body. Even though it was virtual reality, the pleasure was real. Wave after wave came, as he squeezed his legs around the penis he imagined was in there. Eventually it subsided, and he continued to rub the whole pubic area gently. Wow. That was pretty good. "Almost good enough to want me to try virtual reality for longer," he thought. ***** "You're looking very cheerful, David!" said his mother. "Is there any special reason?" "Well yes actually," said David, "one of my theories has been confirmed." "What was it?" she asked. "Are you able to explain it?" "Well," said David. "You know how I work in virtual reality? Well I've been using a technique called quantum entanglement, and I've managed to change actual reality!" "Like what?" she said. "Well you know that my cupboard in the spare room? I've managed to turn it blue!" "What are you talking about David. It's always been blue!" "What??" "Don't you remember? Blue was always your favourite colour. We painted it blue when you were a teenager!" David couldn't believe it. He led her up to the spare room and stood in front of the cupboard. "So... it's always been this colour?" "Of course silly! I think you've been working too hard." She left the room. Then David burst into a grin. He got his Dad just to be sure, but his Dad said the same thing: the cupboard had always been blue. This was better than he expected! Not only had quantum entanglement changed reality, it had changed history. That was the only explanation he could think of: Reality had entangled with an alternative reality, in which the cupboard had been painted blue 30 years before. It seemed everyone remembered the alternate reality except him. He was sure knew why: it was because he had been the one operating the VR machine, so he knew about the change. The possibilities were incredible. But it also meant that quantum entanglement should be used with care, because it could have unexpected consequences. He couldn't wait to tell Paula about this new development. But David didn't want to bother her while she was competing in the Olympics. He'd tell her when she got back. ***** Paul woke up the next morning. He had slept well. He felt down, and yes, he still felt female. "Race day," he thought, "I get to experience what it's like running an Olympic final in virtual reality, even if it's as a woman." He got into his Australian uniform. He put on the now familiar sports bra underneath. The bun huggers, like yesterday, fitted perfectly around his feminine crotch. Paul wasn't sure if he would lose speed now that the virtual reality was giving him entirely female sensations. But he had a feeling he wouldn't. He felt good, and his coach seemed to think he was in good form. Initially, the virtual reality had kept his old male strength and speed. He had a feeling the virtual reality had implemented a female equivalent, a woman of the same stamina and speed which he had shown in the heat run. He made his way to the stadium, did some light warming up, and waited for the race to start. All the other runners looked excited and tense too. A few of them said hello to him. In this virtual reality, Paula Richards really was a top class Australian female runner. He lined up, taking in the excitement of experiencing an Olympic final in virtual reality. The gun went, and the race began. Predictably, the African runners made the pace. For the first half of the race, the whole group was together. Paul sat at the back, finding the pace ok. As in yesterday's training, it seemed easier if anything to run as a female. No penis or balls anywhere, just moving his legs naturally and running well. Then the speed built up, and 5 of the best African runners began to pull away. Paul still felt good, so ran around the main group to keep contact. Paul got on the back of the group of 5. It was hard going, like a competitive club race. But he was there. He looked back and there was a big gap. He was in the lead group of 6. With 2 laps to go, there was an extra surge. A Kenyan and an Ethiopian woman put on the pace. Paul worked hard to follow them. He couldn't. He worked hard, as hard as in any club race he had run as a man. But he couldn't stop these two getting further way. 10 metres. 20 metres. It was just like any club meet. He was running hard, but there was still someone faster. But then he realised, he was running alone. He couldn't stay with the two leaders, but where were the others? Paul looked back. He had a big gap. He was in the bronze medal position! He heard the roar of the crowd, and took it in. His boobs were bouncing, but he was used to that. His legs ran smoothly, with nothing between them. He could hear his own high pitched panting. The bell went for one lap to go, and there was a bigger roar. He was too far behind the two leaders, but had a big gap on everyone else. He worked his body around the track, exhausted but still running well. He could sense a woman closing in on him. Paul put on a sprint in the final 100 metres. His legs went faster, and he couldn't help feeling that the lack of balls (or apparent lack of balls, because this wasn't real, was it?) allowed him to move his legs faster than usual, giving him that extra bit of speed. He held off the girl behind him as he surged to the line. Third! He had a bronze medal in the virtual reality Olympics. The Kenyan and Ethiopian women came and hugged him. Then as other women finished, they hugged him too. Some even kissed him on the cheek. He had never hugged anyone after club races, but it seemed the right thing do. He gave a few interviews to the Australian media. The virtual reality had created everything just like at the actual Olympics. Paul wasn't sure if that meant there was a whole virtual Australia watching this, but he enjoyed the adulation as he had won one of Australia's few track and field medals. In the interviews, his high pitched voice seemed higher than usual because he was so exhausted. He even surprised himself by giving a couple of happy squeals to the TV cameras. He was annoyed, though, when they asked if he had a boyfriend and wanted him to blow a kiss to the camera. "Virtual reality even reproduced sexism," he thought. An hour later, he enjoyed the camaraderie with the Kenyan and the Ethiopian as they got ready for for the medal ceremony. They were well aware that Australia didn't produce many athletics medallists, so warmly congratulated him. Paul, in turn, congratulated them on beating him in an excellent race. Like Holly, and other women in the Australian team, they talked to him like another woman. It really was something. He was getting the experience of the closeness women enjoy. He walked out of the stadium with his bronze medal, and back to the athletes' village and back to his room. It had been an experience, he thought. Being a virtual woman, and running in the virtual Olympics. But now it was time to exit the machine. He knew David would be back in town later this day, and it was conceivable that he'd drop into the lab. So it was time to finish. He reached for the "Exit" butto... ... where was it? He looked around. He looked as far right and as far left as he could. It was nowhere to be seen. Where was the "Exit" button? Paul began to panic. Was he stuck? It was one thing to experience being a woman. Quite another to be stuck that way. He'd have men hitting on him all the time. He'd have to sit to pee. He knew it involved periods and possibly one day, pregnancy. "This can't be. I'm a man," he thought. But there was no way out at the moment. ***** David was back at the lab. He was excited at his results, but he wanted to confirm them. Strangely, the machine seemed warm. Had it been used recently? Well no matter, everything seemed ok. David went back in, and again visited the spare room at his parents' house in virtual reality. The cupboard was still blue. David decided he'd set the cupboard to a different colour: green this time. He pulled down the menu and clicked it... and the cupboard didn't change. He tried twice more. The cupboard wouldn't change. Was something wrong? He went to the bed quilt. He clicked green - it turned green. He went to the cupboard and clicked his old spare shoes - they turned green too. He tried changing the cupboard back to its original brown colour, but it wouldn't accept that either. What was going on? ***** Paul tried to work out what had happened. He was sure the machine hadn't malfunctioned. The "Exit" button was the first piece of code to run every time the VR display was drawn. This was a failsafe feature, to be sure that no one could ever get stuck in the VR machine. The only alternative was that it was a side effect of the quantum entanglement. Somehow the virtual and the actual realities had become so entangled, that virtual reality had actually made changes to reality. He had remembered David talking about whether this was theoretically possible. So was this reality? He even received congratulatory calls from his parents. Somehow, at least in this reality, or whatever it was, his parents thought they had given birth to a girl called Paula instead of a boy called Paul. The next day, as he realised his predicament, Paul began to enjoy being female less. The attention from the Brad and other male athletes, which had been fun, began to get annoying. He was aware of his weak arms, and realised that all the men were bigger and stronger than him. With his soft voice and small stature, he was getting very aware of how vulnerable women felt. And the way men talked to him: when they were over-polite, he wasn't sure if they were hitting on him or just being patronising. Either way, it was hard to handle. Having boobs, which he thought would be kind of fun, was getting annoying too. They were there all the time, and he always had to wear a bra. And even then he often noticed men staring at his chest. And of course, there was the way women were treated. He had already experienced this in the sexist interview after the race - he was valued for his looks more than his ability, it seemed. But what would it mean for his scientific career? He would be treated less seriously. He would be excluded from the "boys' club" culture which often existed. Again people would value him more for his looks. And if he ever wanted children, he would have to be the one going through pregnancy and childbirth. But worst of all was the most obvious thing - he no longer had a penis. It wasn't only the inconvenience of always having to sit and pee. It was this organ, which he was so use to having, was just gone. It had been kind of fun to lie with his legs spread and imagine sex as a woman, but he didn't want that to be his reality. It was actually kind of easier to run without it, but the rest of the time he felt incomplete. Of course there were upsides: he was now a minor celebrity as one of the best female distance runners in the world. But he felt like he was over that. He wanted to back to having his penis, and being a man in this male dominated world. Was he stuck like that forever? But then he realised the solution! He had gone into the VR machine and changed his specifications to female. If quantum entanglement had somehow mixed up reality and made him female, then the solution was obvious: go into the machine again, set himself to male again, and wait for reality to re-adjust itself. Feeling relieved, Paul tried to enjoy the last night of the Olympics, attending the Closing Ceremony and after party. But at the after party, Brad's attention got worse. He got drunk and kept putting his arm around Paul, which made Paul uncomfortable. It had been fun to laugh with a guy as a virtual girl. But it wasn't fun to realise that quantum entanglement had temporarily turned him into a real girl, and that this guy wanted to stick his penis into him. He avoided Brad and went to another group, where another guy approached him, trying to pull him in for a kiss. Eugh, it was too much. Paul left the party early and returned to his room, and began packing. A few days as a woman was more than enough. He couldn't wait to get on that plane. He couldn't wait to get back to the VR machine and go back to being Paul. It had been fun for a while, but he would be glad when this was over. The next day, Paul settled into his seat on the plane. "Almost over," he thought. "Soon I'll be male again." ***** Back at his desk at the university, David finally realised why he couldn't re-colour the cupboard. Quantum entanglement was a once-only operation! It could only change an object once. He checked his calculations. Of course, it was so obvious! VR and quantum entanglement could change an object or person only once. Of course that meant that, once something was changed, it could never be changed back. So quantum entanglement had to be used with extreme care. He was looking forward to telling Paula this new discovery. He knew she'd be excited to hear about it. The End