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"Claire, WTF?" I held my now flaccid little manhood gently in my hands. In the mirror I was still Paige. No one could know what had grown in mypanties. "I told you there might be problems if I tinkered with your code. But I don't see what you're complaining about. I would think you'd be ecstatic to get your manhood back." My manhood. This? Outside the bathroom door Andrew kept knocking and asking if I was all right. The answer depended on your definition of what "all right" meant. If you meant "transformed into a young girl, forced to play a game with no clear objective, tricked into entering a wet t-shirt contest, controlled by artistic representations of a Qr code to give a guy I just met a blow job, instructed to attend a wedding with the same stranger, and growing a new penis the day after my first period" then yes, I was all right. "Go away," I cried, "just leave me alone." Then, in a moment of compassion for poor Andrew's feelings I added a heart wrenching, "Please?" "But you called me," Claire said defensively. Andrew answered with a quiet but awkward, "Well, OK," which touched me in the small part of my heart that was not consumed with confusion and fury. After she asked me a few questions, Claire confessed that the only way she could undo what she assumed was her fault, was to contact Joy for some clarification on my code. Although my initial reaction was a loud, "Hell No," she finally convinced me it was my only choice. I tucked my now flaccid little manhood between my legs and pulled up my panties and cut offs. When I exited the bathroom Andrew was waiting to see if I was OK. I tried to act cool, but it was difficult to look him in the eye. He could tell I'd been crying, My eyes were as red as sin. "It's just a girl problem," I told him. In truth, I couldn't think of a bigger girl problem than growing a penis. But that was my conundrum. I was a guy, right? And guys have penises. So I should be happy, not upset. But I'd just had my first period yesterday, and only girls get those. Plus it hadn't even been a month, and the game was supposed to last all summer. Once again, I felt as if the rules had been changed again. If I went back to being a guy now, I wouldn't even get the chance to show off at the wedding. I heard him knock lightly at my door. "Ummm, Paige? Like I'm going to watch an old movie - maybe some cheesy old romcom- and have some popcorn. I think you might feel better if you come out and watch it with me." God, that was the last thing I wanted to do. I said no. But when I heard the movie start I decided what the hell and emerged from my cocoon. He said it would be easier to share the popcorn of I sat next to him on the sofa, which I did. I couldn't help but notice that he had showered shaved and put on an aftershave lotion that smelled delicious. "We're not doing what we did when you got here," I warned him. He laughed. That cheered me up a little. The movie was one I'd seen a few times before and before I knew it I fell deep asleep. I dreamed I was a little girl holding onto a kite that pulled me up into the sky. I could feel the string wrapped tightly around my little hand, and the wind whipping my hair and my skirt in multiple directions. Although I loved the feeling of freedom and joy that came with flying, I quickly grew scared that someone could see up my skirt, and I couldn't remember if I had put boy underpants or girl panties on. I let go of the string and fell. A man big caught me and cradled me strong supportive arms. I felt safe. Then he gave me a sweet gentle kiss. When Andrew woke me, the picture was over and I realized I had been sleeping cuddled up next to him with his arm draped around my shoulders. He said the movie had been over for half an hour but I looked so sweet he didn't want to wake me up. "So, what did you watch after the movie?" I asked. "You," he answered. If I was a real girl, then my heart would have exploded or melted when he said that. But I'm not. And I'm not gay. So there really was no reason for me to feel quite so pleased and giddy. This guy was almost to nice to be true. Which scared me a little because it was totally at odds with my first impression of him, and I'm usually pretty good at sizing someone up. I wanted to say something but because I was feeling flustered, the only words that came out were, "You're just silly." I stood to go back to my room, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the sofa. "Am I?" he asked, "Tell me more about how you perceive me." "No," I said, "I'm going to bed." "Do you like games?" he asked. A danger alarm was going off in my head. Games? "What kind of games?" I asked. "Just games. Tell you what, I'll pick a letter, and you give me a word or phrase that you think describes me that starts with that letter. Then I'll think of one for you." It sounded innocent enough so I acquiesced and he started with the letter M. "Masculine," I responded. He responded with "mysterious" for me. "G?" I wanted to keep it as neutral as possible, so I was going to say "goofy" but to my surprise I said, "Good kisser." He made a sad face. "Just good? Not great? That starts with G too." I told him the jury was still out on that point, which prompted him to ask for a chance to present more evidence. Before I could even answer we had locked lips and our tongues were busy in each other's mouths. After a while he broke away and began kissing me on the neck and shoulders. He was working his way down to my nipples when fear of what might follow gave me the strength to push him away. "OK, great kisser," I whispered trying to catch my breath. "Your turn." He ran the back of his hand down my cheek. "absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous," he said. My heart was beating so hard I was certain he could hear it. I liked that he thought I was pretty. At that moment I realized how much I was enjoying being pretty. I also realized I was getting a hard-on again. "You loose. It doesn't start with a G." "Gorgeous starts with a g." "But you said absolutely gorgeous." "No, I said 'absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous'," he reminded me. I jumped up. "OK, past my bed time," I announced. Then in a more serious tone of voice, "Really, thank you for cheering me up." "Listen," he said, "I wanted to ask you something." "What? Didn't I wash my breakfast dishes again?" He laughed. "It's nothing like that." "Then I guess you want to ask me to marry you. It happens to me a lot. But really, it's a little soon to make that kind of commitment." He laughed so hard he started coughing. "So that was it, wasn't it. I knew it. A girl can always sense these kind of things. I didn't break your heart, did I? Maybe a little?" Now I was laughing too. It seemed easy with Andrew. "Well, maybe a little," he answered, "but it does have to do with a wedding. My cousin is getting married and I wasn't going to go. I figured it would just depress me. But if you went with me, I think I might actually enjoy it. So are you interested?" I was thrilled out of my skull, but I didn't want to seem too eager, so I waited to answer. "Well, that's a lot to ask on such short notice. And the truth is, you don't really deserve a girl who is absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. So I'll have to give it some serious thought." I stroked my chin and furrowed my brow to show I was thinking. My chin. It was so smooth, compared to how it had been before. I liked the softness of my new skin. OK. Time was up. I meant to just say 'OK, I'll go with you.' but somehow I blurted out "Yes. Yes. Yes. I'd like that so much, " and I threw my arms around his neck and gave him another big wet kiss on the lips. No tongue. We were both willing for the kiss to go on longer, but I couldn't risk his finding out about my little buddy down below. That damn thing was spoiling everything. "Details tomorrow?" I said. The poor guy probably had very blue balls at that point.I stumbled in to my bedroom and onto my strong supportive bed. Before I knew it, I fell asleep without getting out of my clothes. The next morning there was a text from Joy on my phone. "Although it is risky for me to be online for very long, since the government is hot on my trail, I believe I owe it to you to fix the mess Claire has made. Still, I think I should get something out of this so here are my conditions (In rhyme no less): I think you're an absolute sight to be seen / neither fish nor fowl but something between / here is the cure to be taken tonight / A homecooked dinner by candlelight / Then for desert be eager to please / With fishnets and garters, a lapdance and strip tease / If you end up the evening down on all fours / then fish or fowl the choice will be yours." There was a second message as well: "This is a limited time offer. Act now. And congrats on getting invited to the wedding. I hope you had something dazzling picked out to wear. I hope you can return it and get your money back if you succeed at tonight's challenge. Unless you are planning to make cross dressing your new hobby, Women's clothes are so much nicer then men's, don't you agree?" I read and reread the message five or six times both appalled and ecstatic. Appalled at what she wanted me to do, but ecstatic at the idea that I could finally change back totally to a guy. Although it would be totally humiliating (which I assume was the point) I could put myself on autopilot with the right sexbot subroutine. But first I needed to do a little shopping. Contrary to what you might have heard about the hedonistic nature of our society, finding fishnet stockings and the right lingeree in the beach community proved infuriating futile. And the online stores couldn't deliver for two days. I started to hyperventilate. I had to do this thing tonight. I finally found what I needed at a store over three and a half hours away. It was nine thirty. Add seven hours for driving - that would make it about four thirty when I got back. Add in an hour for grocery shopping and an hour for cooking. Then I remembered - I didn't have a car. Shit. This had to happen. Andrew was at the beach so I pulled on my jeans and headed to the out. When I found him, he was talking to a girl with platinum blonde hair who was wearing the cutest yellow string bikini. She couldn't have been more than nineteen. She had the kind of deep tan that either meant she lived on the beach, visited a tanning bed regularly or sprayed it on. No matter how she got it, she was barely eighteen and much too young for Andrew. I figured I'd give him a warning before I interrupted him, so I called his name from a few yards away. I thought maybe she'd head off. Unfortunately she was still there when I reached Andrew. "Hey Paige, glad you're feeling better today. Why the Jeans?" he asked. "Aren't they hot?" Of course they were hot, but I thought they'd hide my little friend better than a string bikini would. I scanned the young girl from top to bottom in the most obvious way I could. Andrew wasn't even introducing us, so I reached out my hand and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Paige - Andrew's umm - housemate for the summer." My hand hung suspended in the air waiting awkwardly like a plain preteen girl waiting for someone to ask her to dance. I wanted so badly to turn it into a first, raise it higher and extend my middle finger. But I didn't. I politely curled it back to my side. "Andrew, this is an absolute emergency." The rude one lowered her head and glanced upward at Andrew, raising her eyebrows and letting the corners of her mouth turn just slightly up into a slight smile before she raised her thumb and little finger toward her ear. Then in case he didn't understand the obvious, she mouthed the words, "Call me," before she turned and walked away.Andrew? Really? That rude crude bit of jailbait? "What's up Paige?" he asked. I tried to guage his emotional state. Was he angry at me for interrupting his nascent babysitting job? "So, like, I have to go get something at a store that's several hours away - it's really an emergency and I was wondering if I could - you know - borrow your car? I'll fill up the tank when I bring it back. Please? It's an absolute emergency." I gave him the big eyed frowny face. He grimaced. "Yeah, you said that twice. Redundancy as a way of expressing urgency. But the thing is: I never let anyone else drive my car. Never." Shit, he was one of those. I understood of course. I was pretty sure I had been one of those myself. Once. In another life. "Unless it's an emergency, of course. Is this an emergency?" he asked. Wait, what? I just told him it was an emergency. He even - God I was stupid. He was teasing me. Right? "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Without thinking about it, I threw my arms around his middle and hugged. Still holding on, I pulled my head away and looked up into his beautiful, sweet eyes. "In return, I'm going to cook you a fabulous home cooked meal tonight. Your choice. I can cook anything." I could too. All I had to do was activate the 'Susie Homemaker' subroutine, and I would be a gourmet cook. Then I would activate the 'exotic dance' subroutine and after that I would be free. I wasn't sure what I'd say to Andrew when the hot babe who had just given him a lapdance was suddenly a guy, but hey, I'd think of something. I assumed the wedding invitation would be withdrawn. "You don't have to," he said. "Yes I do. Fair is fair." His scrunched face told me something was bothering him. "No, I mean I won't be around tonight. I'm going to - I mean, ummm, I've got to -" Oh fuck, fuck fucking fuck. He had a date. After last night, and all those romantic things he'd just said to me, I felt hurt. Guys. You can't trust any of them, I thought. Then I remembered that I was one. I felt like I was going to cry again. I seemed to be doing that a lot recently. There were a ton of things I wanted to say, but ultimately the only thing that came out of my mouth was, "Oh!" But I must have said it pretty pathetically, because Andrew sighed and said "Never mind. I'd love for you to make me a home cooked dinner." I must have said thank you a hundred times. "You are going to be so - I am planning a really - you won't be sorry." "No," he said, "I'm sure I won't. You are truly a woman of mystery and surprises." He handed me the keys. I gave him a polite kiss that meant "Thank you for lending me your car, but you are still an asshole for making a date with somebody else the night after you asked me to go to your cousin's wedding with you." I doubted he got the full meaning. His little red sports car drove like a dream and i was sailing down the highway - carefree, young and good looking. It was a good feeling. I was running behind on my schedule, so, when I heard the siren behind me, I realized I had been going at least fifteen miles over the posted speed limit. I invoked the flirty innocence subroutine. That should get me out of a ticket, I thought. But when the officer came up to the car, I didn't feel the tingle and euphoria that usually presaged one of my subroutines. I tried it a second time with no more result than the first. "Shit, it isn't working," I blurted out. The man in the uniform leaned in the window. "What? The speedometer?" Yeah that was it, the speedometer was malfunctioning. I gave him my best doe eyes. "That's not an excuse miss. I'm going to write you out a speeding ticket and an inspection ticket. The sooner you pay these the cheaper it will be." I was tanking. Either he was gay or I was a rotten flirt without my subroutine. That put me another twenty minutes behind my schedule. But finally I arrived at the Rouge et Blanc. A fine lingerie store for clients with a unique view of life. The sign in the window said, "For the classy lassie or the perve with nerve." Inside were a collection of all sorts of fetish objects and garments. My salesperson (the name tag said name: Jonni / preferred pronoun : they") was more than happy to demonstrate them all for me, including the "mega- pegger" a huge strap on dildo. "Try it on, Honey," they said, "it comes in six delicious colors. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a penis?" That started me laughing so hysterically that I couldn't breath. When I was able to stop I said I already had a bit of an idea what that would be like. They showed me to the lingerie where I picked out my ensemble for the evening's festivities. I threw in a collar, a leash and a headband with cat ears. All told, the price came to three hundred and fifty six dollars. Jonni handed me back my credit card with a pitying look on their face. "I'm so sorry, do you want to swipe it again?" I did, and the result was equally as humiliating. Jonni confided in me that they had a costume section with some of the same items. "It's way cheaper - if you're only going to wear it once or twice." My plan was to only wear it once, and to return to my full male self at the end of the evening. If I was feeling charitable maybe I'd donate this shit to Andrew's teenage dream when I was done. The total came to sixty- nine dollars and eleven cents. Jonni rang a bell. "Sixty-nine," they announced to the store, and stuffed a free pair of crotchless panties in my bag. In my current condition I couldn't think of anything less useful. My bank card was accepted, so my next stop was the grocery store. Whenever I felt down and wanted to be babied, I used to utilize my sexbots' 'Susie homemaker' mode. so I was intimately familiar with its menus. My favorite was Shepard's Pie with strawberry shortcake for dessert. The minute I hit the grocery store I tried to activate the Susie Homemaker cheat, but for the second time today nothing happened when it was supposed to. No tingle, no euphoria and no 'Susie Homemaker'. Fuck, fuck double fuck. As a single girl - I mean guy - I could cook but this was supposed to be a special meal. I brought the recipe up on my phone and bought the ingredients, or at least the ones I could find. I was a little worried that my bank card would be declined again, but I sailed through the line and everything was more or less on track. Everything except my cheats not working. I texted Claire and Joy about it, but didn't get a reply. I was really counting on them to do the heavy lifting, so to speak. But I would do whatever I had to do to make this a special night for Andrew. And me. Mostly me. This was my big chance. Andrew would be shocked of course when I changed. And he would undoubtedly miss me. It seemed pretty apparent that he had a thing for me, the thought of which made me smile as I packed the car with my groceries. After his initial rudeness, he seemed to be an OK guy, though I hoped he dated somebody older than the cheerleader. I mean he didn't need to rush into anything, but I could still introduce him around to some of the other girls I had worked with. That was my agreement with Joy after all. The only problem was, I couldn't think of any girls that I thought were anywhere near good enough for him if he couldn't have me. Somehow, it was after six when I got home. I tried again to go into 'Susie Homemaker ' mode and this time I felt the tingle, but then nothing. I tried once more. This time I felt the tingle and the euphoria b. I heard Andrew come in. I threw on a cute retro polka dotted dress I'd bought at a consignment shop a few days before and slipped into a pair of white heels. I curled my hair, coated my lips in red and sprayed myself with perfume. I was ready. Showtime. I sashayed into the kitchen, making sure Andrew was watching my every move as started preparing dinner. "Are you hungry, Panda Bear?" I purred as I pulled out the candles. "because this will be a dinner you'll never forget. Oh, let me get you something to wet that thirsty whistle of yours." Andrew stayed dutifully on the sofa. "Listen Paige, could you maybe stop for a minute. I need to talk to you." "Just give me a couple of minutes, and I'll be right there." I cut up some cheese and salami, for hors d'oeuvres then I mashed up some mint leaves with sugar, then filled our glasses with rum. I carried it into the living room on a tray held in one hand about ear level. "To a night of surprises," I said looking poised and assured as any 50's sitcom housewife. If things had only ended there - unfortunately, on my very next step the cheat stopped working. Since I had always depended on my sexbot cheats to walk in heels, I was thrown totally off balance and stumbled forward, throwing the drinks directly into Andrew's face and falling with my face in his crotch, as the tray smacked me on the head. I tried to regain my composure but only manged to fall backwards onto my ass. Andrew started laughing hysterically which irritated me no end.He stood and reached out to give me a hand up. I slapped it away and started to maneuver my way up on my own. "Paige, let me help you," he said. "You laughed at me," I pouted. "Well, it was funny," he said and started laughing all over again. I began to laugh with him. Then I heard the potatoes boiling over on the stove. I kicked off my heels and ran to the kitchen. Without my cheat, I didn't know what to do without a recipe, so I started searching the internet on my phone. "Paige, I need to talk to you," he said. "Not right now," I yelled, as I poured the boiling potatoes into the strainer in the sink. "But Paige - You don't have to do this, and the - shit! The ground beef is on fire." We both ran toward the stove smashing into one another. I got to the pan first. "Look out!" I yelled as I grabbed it and threw it in the sink, burning my hand in the process. "Owwww! Shit. Shit. Shit!" Andrew gave me a large bowl of cold water and put my hand into it. "I'm sorry," I said, "it was supposed to be so nice and I fucked it all up." "I'll order a pizza," he said. "No!" I yelled, pulling my hand out of the water. "I've got this." He pushed my hand back in the water. "You don't have to be perfect," he said, "I think you're adorable the way you are. You take care of your hand, I'll fix dinner for us. No arguments." Something about the way he called me adorable, and the way he took charge made it impossible for me to disagree with him. I saw my chances of getting changed back swirling down the drain. As Andrew began cooking, he said, "So, your behavior since I got here had been - unusual, to say the least." I couldn't argue with that statement. If I'd met a girl like me, I would have found a different place to live. "So I called my Aunt Joy today and asked about you." Well, now he had my attention. "Really? What did she say?" "At first, nothing that made any sense. But as we talked, I began to read between the lines. My Aunt is insane you know. I love her, but I wouldn't trust her for even a minute. I remember how you reacted the first night I arrived and how your body had actually changed during the evening. My Aunt is facing Federal charges for use of prohibited technology - sexbot technology. And her idea of using the QR code combined with what I know about sexbots, made me wonder about your behavior." "You think I'm a sexbot?" "You're obviously not. This burnt dinner is proof of that. But I think you harbor the sexbot tech inside your body. So I called a girl I know who works with Joy." "Claire?" "No, her significant other, Abigail." "Abby." "Yes, and after talking to her, then I called Claire." "So what did they tell you?" Jesus, I couldn't believe how much time he'd invested in this. It was sweet as could be but I was beginning to feel as exposed as I'd felt the first day wearing a bikini on the beach. "That you were being blackmailed to test the interaction of the sexbot nanites inside a human being. Do we have any steak sauce?" I pointed to the cupboard. He continued "Joy wants me to be married to the perfect woman, and I figured she was trying to turn you into that perfect woman." I could feel myself beginning to tear up. "God, you must hate me at this point. I don't blame you - I was just trying - it was supposed to be - I'm so - and now I'll never - Fuck!" Andrew stopped cooking. "What are you supposed to do besides this dinner?" "I'd rather not say. " "Whatever. You don't have to-" he said. "Let's just have a nice dinner." I have to say that I never had a nicer dinner than that one. Somehow he had managed to salvage everything I ruined. "So who did you used to be? What was your name?" "ummm-yeah. I'm not actually so sure anymore. When I try to think about my name, all I can think is Paige Elizabeth Williams. You see, memories of my old life tend to disappear when I activate the sexbot tech." He was silent and stroked my hair while he thought. "But you still want to change back?" he asked. I nodded again. My voice was gone - hidden behind a flood of tears I did not wish to unleash. "Well, I'm sure I can make it happen. Joy dotes on me. But to be honest, I'm going to miss you - Paige, that is." That did it. I started bawling. Andrew put his arm around me and hugged me. I put my head on his shoulder. It felt like it was home. We sat in that position without speaking for a long time. Then he pulled out his phone and started calling someone. "Aunt Joy? Yes it is. You probably know why I'm calling. I think I know everything now and if you value our relationship at all, I want you to change Paige back to - yes, I know what you did." Joy's voice was muffled but she didn't sound happy. I motioned for Andrew to put it on Speaker phone. Her voice had taken on a tense anxious quality. "- is between me and Paige. Why should I -" Andrew was angry. "Because I asked you to, Aunt Joy. And what you did is - well, it's wrong on so many levels. That's why. Thank you. Here's Paige." "Ummm, Hello," I said tentively, "Joy, Yes. I guess I win. I'd like you to change me back to the way I was -" To the way you were?" she asked. I looked over at Andrew and then at my reflection on the oven. This was my chance, finally. But I had a strong feeling of buyer's remorse. "Well, yeah. To the way - Shit! I just managed to get those fishnets - and a some other stuff that I'd like to - oh god, Joy, it was so difficult getting that stuff - but that's why it's called a challenge, right? I totally get that now. And I know I said I win, but that's just for now, you know? I meant, I won this round, but I know better than anyone that one battle does not the game make. So I guess the game goes on until it doesn't. Like, one of my challenges was going to the wedding with Andrew, and I haven't - And you know as well as anyone that I'm not a quitter." Nobody spoke for a while. Finally Joy said she was confused. "So just tell me if you want me to change you back." "Well, uh, yeah - I'd like you to change me back - to the way I was a couple of days ago. I'm not folding." Andrew's face was a masterclass in confusion. "I thought you wanted to -" I bit my lip and shrugged. "I - ummm - changed my mind," I explained, "I understand that it is a girl's prerogative, after all. Besides I have a strong suspicion that you'd like me as Paige more than as whoever I used to be. Besides, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't look as good in the dress I picked out for the wedding, assuming you still want me to go with you now that you know the truth." Andrew laughed and said absolutely. Joy said it might take a while to fix my code, but I felt my male appendage shrink and my female parts reform about half an hour later. It wasn't a real pleasant feeling, but from what I hear it was nothing compared to having a baby - something I was thinking about maybe doing when the time was right. After all, I think I'd make a pretty good mother. When the discomfort passed, I got up the nerve to model my new lingerie. The fishnets more or less fell apart during my lap dance, but Andrew didn't seem to mind. Amy and Claire came down and brought a sumptuous strapless gown for me to wear. It was so much nicer (and more expensive) than the one I had picked out. Then they really did me up right with a braided updo and smoking hot eye makeup. About five different guys hit on me at the wedding, which I took as a good sign. And I managed to catch the bouquet, which made Andrew do a spit take with the scotch he was drinking. At my request Joy tried to fix the glitch that had stopped me from using my subroutines, but it turned out that my body was slowly adapting to the nanites and use of the subroutines became increasingly difficult though not impossible. Andrew and I were together for several years before he surprised me with a ring. Half a year later we tied the knot right there at the beach. I wore a delicious beaded wedding gown with lace sleeves. Unless you knew to look closely, my baby bump wasn't noticeable at all. Andrew's Aunt Joy had gone into hiding but sent me a beautiful pendant with an image that sort of looked like a qr code. It came with a note that said, "You make the perfect couple. P.S. I win." I want sure what she meant by that, because if anybody had won anything it was me. Our wedding night sex was definitely one for the history books. Epilogue: A while back I read a news article about this famous gamer's disappearance and all the speculation surrounding that. I asked Andrew if he had ever heard of the guy. Andrew looked awkward and changed the subject. Guess he just doesn't like games.