On Being Juliette
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The Perfect Game: Juliette - Pt. 1 free porn video
Joy had grown bored with the whole Paige melodrama. She had killed two
birds with one stone, so to speak. She had tortured an ex, and molded a
perfect wife for her nephew. But Paige wasn't the only iron she had in
the fire.
She had dosed several other ex-lovers with the sexbot nanites over the
last year. With the feds just around the corner, she decided it was time
to activate them. Second up to bat was Jules, a mean spirited sexist whom
she had worked with for years, before beginning her own company. She had
learned from her experiences with Paige, and knew she no longer had the
time nor the resources to monitor him regularly. So she had enlisted the
help of a couple of teenage boys to "test the prototype" of a new gaming
technology. This is his (or rather her) story.
It was just shy of midnight and Jules had yet to find his evening's
conquest. Picking up girls seemed so much easier when he had started as a
young man. Now it was just a way of life. And like so many things, it had
grown harder over the years. He was at The Blue Heron bar and grill
chatting up a woman who was obviously lonely, when he felt the first
tingle of the program being activated. Of course he had no idea what the
tingle was or how it would come to change his life. It was just a random
meaningless feeling, like so many of his feelings. It passed as quickly
as it had come. Then he thought he could hear voices - very faint voices.
"The icon is a guy," a voice said, "I thought it was supposed to be a
chick."
"We can change it down at the bottom," said the second voice.
"This is wicked. Looks like he's trying to pick up chicks."
Jules looked around to see where the voices were coming from.
"What's the matter honey?" asked the woman he had been trying to pick up.
"Nothing" he lied.
"You asked me what I was drinking," she said. "It's a Cosmopolitan."
Jules motioned for the bartender to bring her another drink.
Across town Michael and Matthew could see everything Jules was doing on
Michael's computer screen. At the bottom of the screen was a rotating
animation of a man. There were symbols for different body parts, both
male and female. There was also a speech bubble into which you could type
dialog, an expanding menu of available sexbot routines, and a list of
challenges with suggested point values. In the bigger window was a first
person high-def real time video of everything that man was seeing and
doing. Neither of the boys were aware that it was a real human being
being affected by their choices.
"Hit the boob icon," Michael suggested.
"He's a guy," Matthew answered.
"It's just a game," Michael said.
Jules turned quickly, trying a second time to find the source of the
faint voices. There we no obvious suspects that he could see, so he
returned his attention to his beautiful prey.
"Somebody's a little jumpy tonight," the over made-up blonde commented.
"somebody after you or something? An ex or something? Some girl's
husband? "
"No. I just thought I heard a voice," he answered. He rubbed his chest.
"Are you having a heart attack? " she asked, pulling away slightly.
"No, not at all. I just must have pulled a muscle" he turned his
attention back to the blonde once again, this time placing his hand on
her back where her dress exposed her smooth beautiful skin. She smiled an
encouraging smile without looking at him.
He began his carefully practiced banter, making her laugh appreciatively,
while he paid both their bar tabs. He tried hard to ignore the strange
feeling in his chest.
"My, you really are a gentleman," said the woman. "My name is Olivia,
just in case you were wondering." A look of confusion and concern washed
over her pretty face. "Hey, what's wrong with your chest?" she asked.
"It's like - swelling up."
"Look at the chick's face." Michael was laughing. "She's all like - oh my
God you have boobs just like me."
Mathew on the other hand was silent. The look on his face said "this
isn't funny."
"Come on man, it's just a stupid game," Michael reiterated. Mathew gave a
weak smile.
Several people at the bar were turning their attention to Jules, who was
sweating profusely and feeling like his chest was about to explode. He
pushed his shoulders forward in an effort to hide what was happening, and
headed for the men's room.
In the mirror of the Men's room, Jules could plainly see the shape of his
nipples protruding from the swollen mounds beneath his pink polo shirt.
He pulled the shirt up and stared at his new breasts. "What the fuck is
happening to me?" he said out loud. A tall muscular man with short,
almost military hair opened the door of a stall and walked to the sink.
It was Freddy, one of the bartenders. He stopped and looked at Jules.
"Shit Jules. You have boobs. I didn't know you were trans. You should
have told me. Do the girls go for that sort of thing?"
"I'm not trans," Jules barked at Freddy.
"So then why did you get breasts? I've seen a lot of breasts in my day,
so I know. Those are definitely breasts."
"I don't know. It just - happened."
"So you accidently got boobs? Hard to believe man. Guess you're going to
have to start wearing bras," he said.
Jules snarled, "Fuck that."
Michael typed something into the speech bubble on his screen. In less
than a minute those words came out of Jules' mouth.
"Do you think I think I'm pretty?" he asked much to his own surprise.
Freddy shook his head. "Hell no. Just cause you went and got a pair of
breasts doesn't mean you're pretty. Look I know a girl who transitioned.
Well, I mean I know a guy. He can help you with -"
"I didn't mean to say those words. Something made me. But I am not trans
and I am not transitioning," Jules yelled.
Freddy shrugged and walked out without saying another word. Jules sat on
the floor in front of the restroom door so no one else could come in
while he tried to make sense out of what was happening. Then, his new
breasts began to ache again and he started sweating profusely. He could
feel his breasts shrinking.
Thank God, he thought.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Michael yelled.
"It was too real," Matthew said. "It didn't feel right to do that to
somebody. So I fixed it."
"Whatever," Michael said in a dismissive tone. "You're just jealous is
all. You wish you were him,"
"I do not," Matthew lied and stormed out of the room.
Jules left the rest room feeling shaken but relieved. He looked over at
the bar. Olivia was gone, and he wasn't up for chatting up another
stranger, so he headed out. When he left the bar he saw Olivia waiting.
"Are you ok? What was that? It really looked like you were growing
breasts. Maybe I should drive you to the emergency room," she said.
Jules looked into her eyes and decided that she was much too sweet a
person for the likes of him. He was afraid of women who were to nice.
Afraid they would want more than he could give them. Afraid they would
want him to be a real human being with a real soul. That was a deal
breaker as far as he was concerned.
"Nah. I'll be fine," he said. No sooner had those words escaped his lips
then he began to sweat again. This time his entire body felt like it was
on fire. He doubled over in pain. Olivia immediately dialed 911. It took
the ambulance fifteen minutes to arrive. By that time Jules had blacked
out.
, he was in a hospital room. Olivia was sitting next to the bed reading a
book. He tried to speak but his throat felt like it had been ripped to
shreds. He managed to squeak out the word "where?" His voice was
strangely high and sounded like it belonged to someone else. He wasn't
sure why he had asked "Where?" since it was obvious that he was in a
hospital, but it was all he could think to say.
Olivia put a glass with a straw up to his mouth. When he reached his hand
out to steady the straw he was shocked to find that his hand was much
smaller then he thought. It looked like a woman's hand. He stopped and
examined the foreign appendage, trying to make sense out of what he was
seeing. First he made a fist, then spread his fingers out. The hand did
whatever he wanted it to, but it was clearly not his.
"Yeah, you noticed. You better brace yourself honey, you look a little
different today than you did at the bar." She pulled her phone out and
took a picture, then handed it to him. The person in the picture was
definitely of the female persuasion. Jules couldn?t make sense of what
she was seeing.
"Trick," she croaked an octave higher than she expected.
"If it is, it?s a damn good one," Olivia said as she retrieved her phone.
A woman in a white lab coat entered the room. "Hello, I?m Dr. Sutton. How
are you feeling Miss-" She flipped through her papers looking for a name.
"I guess you were unconscious when you arrived," she said. "I?ll send in
a nurse to get your particulars. It says that you fainted from intense
pain. Is that right?"
Jules nodded. "Not miss. Male," she croaked.
The doctor looked confused. "I?m sorry, I didn?t catch that," she said.
"He said he?s not a woman. He?s a guy. His name is Jules."
"So Jules, you want to identify as male? Are you planning on
transitioning?" the doctor asked.
Jules shook his head. Olivia translated. "Doctor, Jules was a guy. I
know. I was talking to him when this happened. He doubled over and then
he had breasts and he grew was shorter. I don't think he wants to be a
woman."
The doctor looked skeptical. She pushed her long straight brown hair back
behind her ears and studied the chart. " I'm afraid somebody is playing a
trick on you. We've examined the patient from top to bottom and except
for some unusual blood work, she is a perfectly healthy woman."
Another doctor appeared at the door of the room and whispered something
into Dr Sutton's ear. "Excuse us for a minute, Miss - I mean Jules." The
two doctors stepped out of the room. Olivia moved closer to the door
where she could hear their conversation. After a minute Dr. Sutton re-
entered the room. "So, It looks like we need to do a bit more testing.
The nurse will be in to take another blood sample in a few minutes. In
the meantime, relax. Watch a little television if you want. The remote is
on your left. I have some other patients to see, but I'll be back."
In the basement of 152 Pine Street, Michael was engrossed in a movie. His
mother's voice announced that his friend Mathew had stopped by.
"Hey Michael. Hows things? You been playing that prototype game?"
Michael didn't take his eyes off the screen. "A little last night right
after you left, but it's really buggy. I tried to change the character's
gender and the screen just went black. Couldn't get it to do anything."
Mathew sat down on the sofa next to him. "What are you watching?"
"Some old war movie. I don't remember what it's called. It's the one
where the guy gets lost behind enemy lines."
Mathew just nodded and took a handful of peanuts from the table. "So you
know that bar the character was in last night? I think it's a real
place."
Michael turned. "Get out!" he said disbelievingly.
"No, really. I thought it looked familiar. It's over on Fairmont. I've
eaten there with my father. They have killer cheesesteaks."
"Oh man. Then maybe the guy was real too. You think? Wouldn't that be
funny."
Matthew didn't think it was funny to mess with somebody's life, but he
also didn't want Michael to think he was a total wuss. So he kept his
mouth shut.
Michael jumped up from the sofa. "Oh my god, do you think I killed that
guy? I mean the screan went black and the controls were useless. Do you
think I'm a murderer?"
"Maybe he just fainted or something. Open your laptop and see."
Michael grabbed his laptop and clicked the shortcut on his screen. It
seemed to take forever to load.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" he yelled. "Come on you piece of junk."
Finally the windows opened to reveal the hospital room and Olivia talking
to a nurse as she drew blood from Jules' arm.
"What did - doctors say? in hall" Jules asked.
Olivia didn't answer until the nurse left the room. "Something about
illegal nanotech. Somebody is coming later today from the government to
ask you a few questions."
"Gov - ernment?"
"Illegal Nanotech? Shit! This is sexbot stuff." Matthew said, running his
hand through his long brown hair and rubbing his eyes. "Where exactly did
you get it?"
Michael explained that a woman his father knew had a tech company and had
asked him to try out the software.
"I bet you that must be the woman in the news whose tech company was shut
down by the federal government for possession of illegal sexbot
technology. You must have heard about it."
In her bed at the hospital, Jules heard bits and pieces of the
conversation. "sexbot tech," she said outloud as she sat up. Her voice
was growing stronger. In fact, she was feeling better by the minute.
Olivia gently pushed her back down. "You need to rest, Juliette."
"That's not my name," Jules argued.
"It may as well be. If you have sexbot technology somehow running through
your body, you're going to need a new identity. I'm thinking Juliette
Romero. What do you think?"
"I think it's a dead giveaway that something is fishy. Let me see my
picture on your phone."
"Here, I'll put it on selfie mode. It's better than a mirror."
Juliette studied her image on the screen. Then putting the phone down she
sat up again. "I think I know who did this to me. A woman I used to work
with just got indicted for using sexbot tech. It was in the newsfeed. She
never liked me much. In fact she hated me. I bet she had something to do
with this. If it's true, then the government has probably been alerted.
They destroy any sexbot tech they find. Good knows what they'll do with
me. I need to find that woman. Help me get dressed will you? And help me
sneak out of the hospital? "
"Sure, Juliette. After all, I watched the guy that was hitting on me
double over in pain, then change genders, followed the ambulance here and
I've been here all night even though we just met, so why not also get
mixed up with helping you avoid the government. Makes a lot of sense.
Not."
Mathew was standing over Michael's shoulder as they watched the scene
unfold." Maybe you better change him back and then get that shit off your
computer," he said.
"I'm trying. It's asking for some kind of over-ride authorization. It
doesn't seem to want me to change him back. I'm just going to delete the
program anyway."
Mathew grabbed Michael's hand. "Wait! Not until we change him back. It
just wouldn't be right."
"No man. This stuff is going away. The sooner the better."
"But-" Matthew couldn't bear the idea of not changing the man back. "If
we delete it now, we won't be able to try out all the sexbot routines.
Aren't you curious?"
"Hell yeah I am. OK. So first we'll run through all the features, and
then we'll find some way to change him back, then I'll delete it. But
it's going to have to wait til tomorrow. I have basketball practice on
half an hour. I still don't know how we can get the program to change him
back though, without the authorization code."
Matthew thought for a minute. "Simple. We find the woman who gave you the
program," he said as his buddy closed the laptop.
Olivia had grabbed her purse and jacket as she got ready to leave. The
whole situation was fubar as her father used to say, and she was better
off cutting her losses. Juliette grabbed her arm. "Please?" she begged,
"Just help me get out of here and I promise you'll never hear from me
again. And I'll go by the name of Juliette Romero just for you."
"What exactly do you plan on doing?" Olivia asked. "Assuming I decide to
I help you."
"I think I need to find a couple of teenage boys named Michael and
Matthew. They helped do this to me and they'll know how I can find her -
the woman who's responsible for all of this."
"So you have any last names?" Olivia asked. Juliette shook her head. "Oh.
Well, That's a relief. For a minute I was afraid it was all going to be
too easy."
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