The Perfect Game
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Things were not going quite as well as I had hoped. It was the last day
of the original challenge, and I was still not in the lead. Despite my
natural charm, and even my sexbot augmented seduction skills, I had not
gotten Claire or Abby to make out with me. I did hook up with a boy on
the boardwalk for about fifteen minutes, but though he was willing and
eager to continue kissing until the wee hours of the morning, when I
realized he was only seventeen, it just felt kind of - creepy and
perverted. Plus, to tell the truth, his hotness level wasn't going to
be much of a multiplier so it would have had to have been a really long
petting session to get the kind of points I was looking for. As of this
morning the score was : Sarah 387, Angela 356, Paige 276.
I had not been able to talk with Claire alone since the wet t-shirt
contest. It sounded like she might be on my side, if and when I had a
solid plan to win and change back to my original gender.
I have also come to realize that there is a downside to using the
sexbot cheats. Something that my dear ex-wife did not see fit to
mention. Everytime I use one, I loose some of my memories from before
this happened. Joy claims that she wasn't even aware of that side
effect. A claim I find extremely hard to swallow. So I was trying to
limit my use of the cheats as much as possible.
Unfortunately, it had grown increasingly clear to me that I have become
slightly addicted to the euphoria that accompanies the occurrences, as
well as the feelings I have during them - feelings of perfect
submission to something outside my sphere of control. A feeling I had
never experienced prior to this.
Joy probably counted on those feelings to keep me wanting more. And
truthfully, I did want more. But I also intended to win this elaborate
game she had concocted, even if, as Claire had said, it was rigged
against me.
Winning when your opponent thinks it is not possible, is the sweetest
win of all. Though it does take some serious strategy to pull it off.
And so far I had come up empty on that front. So for now I had to
content myself with playing the long game, even if it meant swallowing
my pride a bit.
Abby and Claire were not up yet, and I was watching my text messages
for information on the next challenges.
My phone played the annoying little song which alerted me to a phone
call from Joy.
"Good Morning Joy," I said cheerfully, "I didn't see a text from you.
What fresh Hell have you devised for me this time?"
"Good morning my wonderful, beautiful Paige, darling. So nice that you
are not screaming at me for a change. Keeps me from having to use an
over ride function just to make you listen. Seems that even you can
learn new tricks."
"I'd appreciate it if you came to the point," I said trying not to
sound confrontational, "and post the week's challenges so I can try to
finish this charade."
"Ah, but you see, I have a special challenge for you my darling,
because I have noticed that you are consistantly running in third place
despite the extra support I have provided you. And it pains me greatly.
It really does.
But the cold hard fact is that I will be extremely preoccupied for the
foreseeable future dealing with - some unforseen legal problems. Namely
an investigation into my business practices. Seems that word got out
somehow that I was using sexbot technology, which is of course slightly
illegal. I believe someone in my company is working to undermine me by
supplying information to the powers that be.
So we're going to simplify things. I'm giving you one main assignment
for the whole rest of the summer - well, along with occasional side
challenges when I'm bored. This new approach to our game will virtually
guarantee that you win the competition. As usual you can keep me
abreast of your successes by sending selfies, then at the end of the
summer beach season, I should be able to change you back, as well as
releasing some of your accounts. How does that sound?"
If she thought I trusted anything she said, she was delusional.
"Wonderful on the face of it. But the devil is usually found hanging
about down in the details."
"Oh, so little trust. It's very simple really. You see, my nephew
Andrew is going to be visiting the beach for awhile. All I need you to
do is see that he enjoys himself. He's been so solitary and depressed
for a while. I really hate to see him like this. But then - Whamo! Like
a bolt out of the blue or hit me. How to kill two birds with one stone!
What an opportunity for Paige, I thought. She could show him around a
little, introduce him to some girls, play a few video games together.
Just keep his spirits up any way you can. If, at the end of the summer
I ascertain that he is feeling more positive about his life, then I
simply give you enough points for you to walk away from this whole
thing a winner. How does that sound?"
"Too good to be true.and you know what they say about that. What's the
catch?"
"Paige, my darling beautiful girl! There's no catch. I am faxing Claire
the agreement papers so you can be sure it is on the up and up. Plus, I
am resetting your physical parameters, back to your own original
specifications and I'm throwing in a slight upgrade."
"What sort of an upgrade?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well I noticed that your system had been over-ridden by someone other
than myself- probably Claire. You had figured out that they weren't
just random roomies, hadn't you? Of course you had. You were always one
step ahead of me when we were married, sometimes two steps. Well, I got
to thinking about how powerless and helpless that must have made you
feel. So I'm putting an end to verbal overrides altogether. After the
upgrade even I will need a qr code to override your system. And as an
added bonus, if you do want to access a cheat, you won't have to say it
out loud. Just think it and bingo!"
"I suppose you want me to have sex with him as part of this
arrangement? Be his mistress? Because I have to tell you -"
"Of course not. That's totally up to the two of you. Just be there for
him. Maybe if you introduce him to the right woman, your job will just
be to check in with him occasionally and make sure he's happy and doing
well. I trust you to do the right thing."
"Does he know I'm part Sexbot?"
"I can't see how he would. I certainly never told him. And of course
you aren't allowed to tell him either. Listen, the lawyers will be here
in a few minutes and I don't want to have to worry about you or him for
the whole summer, so if you would -"
"Just one thing. Why have me show him around and not Claire or Abby?"
"Because they're actually my two most important assistants and I am
going to need them back here to help me wriggle out of this legal
morass I seem to be caught in. The press is making much too big a story
out of this. You can read about it in yesterday's News York Times, or
Washington Post if you'd like to engage in a bit of schadenfreude or if
you are merely curious."
"And the other two players!?"
"Well, they may have scored more points but you are dear to me in ways
they could never be. So they have their own challenges, quite different
from yours. Look. Yes or no? Are you in or out?"
I sat in my favorite chair and tucked my legs up next to me under my
"Beach Princess" night shirt, which I had come to regard as one of my
favorite and most comfortable pieces of clothing. She was changing the
rules of the game again, which made me crazy, something I'm sure she
knew all too well. Probably part of her strategy. But maybe this was on
the up and up. Maybe she had grown bored of this game and wanted it to
end. And maybe she really was concerned about her nephew and knew I had
the skills to help him. And maybe pigs had all grown wings.
It seemed like an awful lot of 'maybe's. But when there's only one card
game in town, you get dealt in and watch the other players carefully.
"OK. I'm game." I said as I stared down at my toenails and wondered
when they had changed to sparkly blue.
"Oh, that is going to be such a load off my mind. Listen when this
thing is over, I promise your investment in my company is going to make
you even richer than you were before."
When had I invested in her company? I made a mental note to bring the
matter up at a later date.
"Oh, one last thing," she added, "The network is undergoing some much
needed work this summer. Not sure how that would affect you, if at all.
But thought I'd give you a heads up. Gotta run. But I look forward to
the fall when we can share a glass of wine and laugh about this. Take
good care of yourself and my nephew. Toodles!"
Why would their network affect me? Well, I was looking forward to not
being judged for everything I did after this. I could just feel like a
normal gir- umm, person. As I sat lost in thought I received a text
from Joy containing a qr code. I stared at it and immediately felt the
churning and burning that accompanied my physical changes. When it was
over over, I ran to the mirror. True to her word, I looked at least six
years older. Then I began to wonder how old had I been before this all
started? Older than this, I was pretty sure. That was one of the pieces
of information that seemed to have gotten lost when I used one of my
sexbot cheats.
Well all of that was in the past. I wasn't going to use the cheats
anymore at all, I had decided. Though I would dearly miss the feelings
that accompanied them. The euphoria was better than shrooms. Well,
maybe one more for old time's sake, after all, I knew the names of more
sexbot routines than the original programmers probably did. I had used
my illegal bots pretty extensively, and had prided myself on knowing
even the most esoteric behavior subroutines.
So, perhaps one more cheat, if only to try out my new upgraded system.
But what should it be? There was one called "accommodating domesticity"
that I had not tried yet. I didn't say the words outloud but
immediately I felt the rush and euphoria. I felt so wonderful that I
twirled around the room like a ballet dancer. I would prepare Abby and
Claire a beautiful going away breakfast, since they would have to leave
soon and return to work.
By the time they came out of the bedroom I had prepared us all a
beautiful mushroom and spinach omelet as well as a Mimosa and a
gorgeous fruit salad in the watermelon shell. I had also made a bouquet
of some flowers from in front of the house and folded the napkins into
little cloth swans.
The table featured a creative display of a small sampling from the
house's ubiquitous seashells. I was wearing my sunshine yellow
sleeveless shift with a ruffled kitchen apron that I didn't even know I
had. Instead of flip flips, I was wearing a pair of low heels. I
thought the outfit brought a bit of happiness to what was bound to be a
tearful farewell. Man I was killing this housewife thing.
"Well, isn't this a sweet surprise?" Abby said, beaming. It all looks
so scrumptious. And you. You look adorable in that frock. "You'll make
some lucky man a wonderful wife someday."
Although she had meant it as a compliment, her compliment made me
uncomfortable.
"I'll make some young lady a wonderful husband," I corrected her.
"Or that, "she said, sitting down and scooping the fruit onto her
plate. She was wearing a high waisted white pencil skirt and a v-neck
blue silk blouse. Her red hair was pulled into a high ponytail.
I tried to think back on when I had been married. Had I been a
wonderful - umm. husband? I couldn't quite recall. I had been divorced,
so there must have been a problem somewhere. I decided that if my wife
had been anywhere near as good at this as I was, I most certainly would
still be married. End of story.
Claire had her usual "business first" expression on. She was wearing a
simple black s sleeveless dress and her make-up was more severe. Her
gorgeous dark hair was pulled back in a loose bun. "You need to sign
this paperwork covering the terms of your new arrangement with Joy.
Sign the the first and second pages at the bottom. Then initial each of
the bullet points. Read it carefully, I need to take it with me, and
your copy will be mailed to you at this address in three to five
business days. The breakfast looks great but we don't really have
time."
Was she kidding me? After I had worked so hard laying out this fabulous
feast? Abby looked as disappointed as I was. At least she had gotten a
few mouthfuls.
Seeing the crushed look on my face, she said "Perhaps Abby could make
us a doggy bag, while you and I have a little chat."
Grabbing me by the arm she said "Come outside with me while I take one
last look at the ocean," . When we were out of the house, she put her
hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "Listen, you have to
remember that Joy is a control freak. There is no way she is going to
just turn you loose for the rest of the summer, no matter what she's
told you. Watch your back. Don't forget, you want to win, but on your
terms not hers. Remember the dice are still loaded and the cards are
still marked. So - just be careful. You're up against a control hungry
powerful sociopath. You can't let your guard down even for a minute.
You understand?"
I heard what she was saying and it was probably true, but I was still a
little angry that she hadn't even looked at the napkins that I had
folded into swans. That's when it occurred to me that Claire was
probably the one feeding the information to the Feds. "OK," I replied,
"I know you're most likely right, but I worked hard on that brunch. You
could have stayed a little longer and appreciated it." my eyes were
growing blurry with tears. "Plus, why did we need to leave the house
for you to tell me all this stuff?"
She shook her head and softened her expression. "You really are naive,
you know that? You're just such an innocent. And I hate that she's
controlling you like this. I hate that she emasculated you."
I felt embarrassed. My cheeks flushed and burned. "She didn't
emasculate -" I stopped. Of course that's what she had done, why the
hell was I defending her.
"Listen," Claire said, "Just always remember to make your own choices.
Be a person, not some idiot stereotype. That's how you'll win. By not
playing by her rules."
She kissed me hard on the lips.
I was momentarily taken aback. Then I told her not to worry, that
things were going to be different now, that Joy and I had come to an
arrangement. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. I think she
was going to say something else when Abby came out with an overtnight
bag and a rolling chiller they had used in the beach. Claire went back
inside to get the suitcases.
"I've got your delicious omelets and the fruit salad in the cooler.
Paige Thanks so much. We really had a blast. I wish I'd seen you at the
wet t-shirt contest Claire said you blew them all away. And I'm sorry
I won't be here to help you with your hair and makeup, but call me if
you have a question. I left the curling iron and a few other odds and
ends that might come in handy. But truthfully, you're stunning just the
way you are. So what were you and Claire talking about? " Her tone of
voice changed when she asked about my conversation with Claire,
becoming more intimate and carefully casual. That was what poker
players call a 'tell' - and it told me to keep it to myself.
"So you were never really a fashion stylist?" I changed the subject,
"You just work at Change. Inc with Claire?"
She laughed. "I do both. I left you my card if you ever want to chat"
Claire emerged with both suitcases and placed them in the back of the
car. We crowded closer together as we each took a turn documenting our
farewell with our phones
"Take care of yourself," Claire I was still in the getup of said as
she hugged me.
"I think I'm going to cry," Abby said when she hugged me. "Love you,"
she added as she got in the passenger seat. She made the heart symbol
with her hands inside the car. I made the heart symbol back then
watched as they drove away. .
I was still in "accommodating domesticity" mode, so I went right to
work in the kitchen cleaning up the remains of my failed brunch. I
washed all the dishes and wiped down all the surfaces. I couldn't
believe I had let them get so disgusting. Then I gulped down all three
Mimosas. Damn I was in a good mood. I stretched out on the sofa and
fell into a deep sleep.
I was awakened by a frantic knocking on the door. Looking outside I
realize it had grown dark. How long had I slept? I stumbled to the door
and opened it. There was a man in his late twenties with short dark
hair, two suitcases and an extremely irritated expression on his face
"I've been out there knocking for hours," he said, "I could see you
through the window, but I was beginning to think you must be dead."
I pushed the hair out of my eyes and realized I was still wearing my
frilly apron. I yanked it off as we spoke. "Who the hell are you?" I
asked grogily and confused, "and I sincerely doubt you've been knocking
for hours. Exaggerate much?"
He didn't look amused. "I'm Andrew Sanderson. My Aunt Joy, who own this
house has given me permission to stay here for the summer. But who the
help are you? She didn't mention there would be anyone else here"
"Well there is. All summer. Didn't she give you a key?"
He looked irritated at my question. In fact he looked irritated at
everything. "Of course she did, but it didn't seem to work. So either
she gave me the wrong key, or you've had the lock changed."
"I assure you it is the same lock as when I arrived. But if you'd like,
I'll get you a copy of mine tomorrow."
He didn't respond. He was busy examining every minute detail of the
house, from the bathroom to the rooms to the kitchen "Well at least the
kitchen is clean. Is there a cleaning woman? Why are there shells
everywhere?" He picked up a scallop shell with two fingers and held it
in front of my face as if it were evidence of some heinous crime thst I
was accused of committing.
"It's a beach house," I said coldly, "and somebody without an ounce of
originality must have decorated it. Not me, I swear. Although I did
make the display on the table - which looks a lot less impressive now
than it did this morning."
I waited for a response, and not receiving one continued talking to
fill the silence. "You can dump them all back in the ocean if you want.
It's fine by me. They might take them back, though I doubt you'd get a
refund."
He turned to face me and I could swear I saw the mask of irritation
soften a small bit.
"And who are you?" he asked. He was such a jerk that I thought of
twenty different sarcastic answers before I finally just said, "I'm
Paige, and your aunt just told me today you were coming. Only I was
unaware that you would actually be staying here in this house."
So far I only knew two things about this man. 1: He was an Asshole and
2: He was an Asshole. Somehow I was supposed to help him have a
wonderful life changing summer. This was going to be complicated by the
fact that I didn't want to even be in the same room with him. Maybe we
just got off on the wrong foot. Maybe a soft reboot would change
things.
I headed into the kitchen. "Hey, Andy, you wanna cold brewski? I think
I've got one left with your name on it." I pulled a beer from the
fridge and tossed it to him. He looked at it as if he was holding a bag
of shirt that a neighbor's dog had deposited on his front lawn. He
tossed it right back to me.
"First of all, I drink wine, not brewskies as you call them, and
secondly my name is not Andy. It's Andrew."
Oh my God. I so wanted to flip this idiot the bird. But I promised to
make sure he had a perfect summer. So I swallowed my anger. "Sorry, I
was just trying to be friendly - to make your first night at the beach
nice," I said.
Andrew raised his hand to his chin. The overhead light reflected off
the ring he wore on his middle finger. "So I'm curious, when you say
that you're trying to be friendly, what does that actually mean?"
Something was happening. At first I couldn't grasp it, but then I
realized I was feeling the familiar tingle and sense of euphoria
flowimg through my body that signaled the activation of a sexbot cheat.
But that was impossible. I didn't even know what cheat mode I was
entering. I reached out and took his hand in mine, gently stroking the
back of it with my fingernails, which now had a burgundy to pink
laquered gradation. I wasn't looking at his hand however, I was
starting into his big blue eyes. I leaned in close to his ear and
whispered "Friendly is whatever we want it to be."
Stop, I told myself. This was insane. I just wanted to be nice to this
asshole and share a beer. I wanted to be his drinking buddy and help
him get laid. I pushed him backwards onto the sofa. My stomach churned
and my breasts burned. They were changing. My bra felt tighter and
tighter. Beneath my panties I was growing wet, and I could feel my
pupils dialating. My hair fell over my eyes as I learned over top of
him, and I could see that it had grown thick and dark. I glanced at the
mirror on the wall to my left and saw that my lips had become dark
burgundy and glossy. My eye shadow had grown dark and smokey as well.
This was really not what I had intended to happen tonight at all. My
hands, as if controlled by invisible puppeteers, began pulling down the
top of my dress, then reached behind and unsnapped my bra letting my
breasts exploded out of their confinement like racehorses from the
gate. After gawking a few moments in breathless disbelief, Andrew
reached out and touched them with the tentative gentleness of an
artist's first pencil stroke. I moved my breasts closer to his face
and his caressing became kissing which became sucking which became
licking, and then it was kissing again. His tongue worked like a
feather one moment, only to become a whip the next. I felt my hips
grinding against the growing bulge of his crotch. I pulled back enough
to let him frantically undo his belt and pull his pants and boxers down
to his knees. I made no movement to uncover my own treasure but instead
lowered myself to the floor to take his manhood into my waiting mouth.
Somewhere deep inside me, a man's voice called out for my body to stop
what it was doing and return to its control. It was obvious however,
that my body was not relinquishing even a modicum of control to my male
mind.
Andy - Andrew let go a soft moan of encouragement, or was it gratitude,
that seemed to me reason enough to continue on my current course. I
pulled my face back so that his wonderful manhood slipped out from my
beautiful full lips. He pushed his hips forward as if he was begging
for me to take it back into my warm wet mouth. Instead I pushed it
upwards and ran my tongue along its underside, continuing on around the
head, only occasionally allowing it between my lips. I studied the
thing intently, from every possible angle, entranced by the way the
veins pulsed and throbbed with the heady mixture of desire and
expectation.
He let out another soft moan. I turned my attention to his balls,
sucking and licking the underside of his scrotum while my fingers
pumped away on his dick. He reached out and took my head in his hands
guiding my mouth back to his engorged manhood. I obliged and took him
to the point of climax, while my fingers played on my own creaming
bush. When I finally did allow him to cum - his arched hips pumping
spurt after spurt of hot salty jizz into my mouth - he let out the
cutest little yelp followed by another quiet moan. Those sounds, which
seemed sweeter than than the slow vibrato of a bow moving across a
cello string, pierced deep into my heart like cupid's own arrow. The
manly voice of protest that remained deep within me was baffled and
confused. It had been no more than a week since I had lost my manhood,
since I had been tricked into changing sides, yet at the moment it
seemed inconceivable that I had not always been like this, Always been
a woman.
I let the cocktail of saliva and cum drip from my mouth onto my
surprisingly large breasts, where I rubbed it in like a beauty lotion.
I guided his mouth back to my hard erect nipples. As he sucked and
kissed them, my fingers teased my throbbing clitorus and soaking wet
pussy until with a my eyes closed and my back arched, I climaxed,
making a sound that was a halfway between a moan and scream. He started
to move away, as if we had finished, but I pulled him back with his
face in my womanhood. His tongue moved obligingly around the fold of
flesh that were the gateway to the labyrinth of my new gender , making
occasional quick excursions inside, while I massaged my clit until I
climaxed two more times. When we were finished he fell back on the sofa
with his arms outstretched, looking totally spent. I wiped myself with
a tissue, discarded my bra, and pulled my dress top back into place out
of womanly modesty. I didn't understand how that all had happened. I
must have somehow activated a sexbot cheat without even knowing it. I
cuddled up next to him, nesting my head next to his neck. I pulled his
arm around my shoulders, pulling myself even closer to him. Words were
spilling unbidden from my mouth, whispering words I could not stop. "Oh
my God, that was sooo incredible. I never felt this way before with
anyone, ever. Ever. I hope it was good for you. Something about you
just makes me want to make you happy. Are you happy? Please say yes."
Andrew nodded vacantly. I nestled in even closer and grew quieter.
Strange thoughts and images were playing through my mind. The two of us
walking hand in hand on the beach. The two of us riding a roller
coaster screaming. The two of us in bed fucking like rabbits. The two
of us exchanging vows in a church. Me in a gorgeous white gown. Me with
my abdoman swollen surrounded by girl friends laughing and giving me
cute little presents. Me breastfeeding a baby. The two of us - wait.
Where the hell had these thoughts come from They certainly weren't
mine, and sexbots don't have thoughts or dreams. I have to get away
from here. Get some answers. Only instead of getting up from the sofa
as I planned, I looked up into Andrew's beautiful blue eyes and said:
"I hope that was friendly enough for you." And he laughed. Jesus, he
seemed so much sweeter with some of the starch taken out of him I
looked at his hand draped on my shoulder. He was wearing a ring with an
unusual square design on it.
"That's an unusual ring," I said trying to get a closer look at it.
"Where did you find it?"
"Oh I made it. That's what I do, I make jewelery and make graphic
designs for t-shirts."
"But what's the design on it? It looks almost Aztec or something."
He pushed the ring in front of my face so I could get a closer look.
"It's my signature design. I use it in a lot of my work," he said. I
felt the tingle starting again. "You won't believe where I got the
inspiration. It's a qr code. You know - those square things you scan.
My Aunt gave me the idea. Do you like it? I have a poster with the same
design on it. I'll give you one if you want."
"Oh Andrew," I whisper intimately, "Nothing would make me happier."
Nadene
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