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Dear reader,
Who doesn't love games? Of course it's different if you are the player or
the played. Well anyway, the mandatory gender transformation has occurred
and all is not well with our protagonist. But then if it were, we
wouldn't have much of a story, would we? Juliette (used to be Jules)
remains in the hospital awaiting the arrival of the government officials
who oversee the destruction of sexbot technology, which, Juliette has
deduced, has something to do with her transformation into a dues paying
member of the feminine gender. Meanwhile, an unspecified distance away,
Michael experiments with the features of the game that now controls
Juliette.
Juliette felt her body beginning to change again. It wasn't as painful as
her initial transformation and seemed to be happening much faster. She
hurried to put on the clothes she had worn into the hospital - Jules'
clothes - while Olivia kept watch, walking down the hallway as casually
as she could, noting where the nurses were and where they seemed to be
headed. It was like a spy novel, Olivia thought. It took no more than
about ten minutes in total. When she got back to the room she heard
Juliette's voice - but it seemed seemed - different.
"Oh yuck," Juliette said loudly, in the way you say something to yourself
that you want someone else to hear. "I don't think I can wear these."
Olivia came back into the room. "They may be a bit large on you now but-"
She stopped. The forty-ish Juliette was gone. In her place sat a girl
less than half her age. Possibly seventeen, or eighteen tops. Her
shoulder length brown hair was now light pink, and she seemed to be
wearing matching lip gloss. At first Olivia wasn't even sure she was in
the right room, until she noticed that the girl's breast were changing -
inflating deflating then inflating again, as if trying to find their
right size.
"Jules? Juliette? Is that you? You've - you're different," she said in a
classic example of understatement.
"I am? How? Tell me," Juliette asked coyly, looking for all the world
like a young child waiting anxiously for her bedtime story to begin.
"Well in case you hadn't noticed, you're - much younger - a teenager."
She handed Juliette her phone. Juliette moved the phone around to see
herself from various angles. She seemed delighted at the changes, happy
with what the phone showed her. She was beaming in that miraculous way
young girls do when they are excited and happy with themselves. Jules
tried to take control of the body, but to no avail.
"I thought so," Juliette said. "Look, my boobs are bigger too. Bigger
than yours. Can you take this needle thingy out of my arm. I hate blood.
And these clothes I used to wear smell bad and they don't fit. I can't go
out on public in these. What would people think? Can't you go get me
something pretty to wear?" Juliette was pouting. At a time like this,
Olivia asked herself?
Olivia grabbed the shirt out of the girl's hands and gave it the sniff
test then tossed it back at her. "There's no time for this. Just put the
damn clothes on so we can get you out of here before the government goons
show up."
Juliette 's pouting took a sharp turn into anger. "Why don't you put them
on if you like them so much. And I'll wear your dress."
"Look, I'm trying to help you. But I am not giving you my clothes. You're
acting like a - like a spoiled brat. So please put your clothes on now."
Olivia had already raised one teenage girl, and was not mentally or
emotionally prepared to deal with any more. What had started out the
night before as a possible fun, meaningless sexual encounter had morphed
into something else altogether. She had stayed around to help the poor
guy - girl, actually (OK and because it was interesting in a bizarre sort
of way) but she hadn't signed on for parent duty. Someone else could do
that.
Juliette's beautiful blue eyes narrowed as they shot daggers across the
room at the unsuspecting Olivia. "No, there's no way that I'll put those
ugly boy clothes on. You're just jealous cause I'm prettier than you now,
and you want me to put on these clothes so nobody will be able to tell.
You're just like all the rest and I hate you. I really, really hate you."
She sat back on the bed and pulled her legs up to her chest. Hot tears
began escaping down her cheek. She knew she was being irrational, but for
some reason she couldn't stop herself. It was like she was acting out
somebody else's life. Figures, she thought. Women are just irrational
beings. She stole a glance at Olivia who looked angry and perplexed.
Jules wanted to say he was sorry, but Juliette wouldn't let those words
leave her mouth. Jules tried with every ounce of his being to take
control and reassure Olivia that her help was not only welcome but
absolutely necessary. But the words that issued forth from young Juliette
's lips were less helpful. "Go away, I hate you. You're a cheap slutty
bitch. And you're not my mother, so just leave me the fuck alone. Ok?"
Then, to put the exclamation mark on it she screamed, "Go!" at the top of
her new high pitched voice.
Olivia grabbed her purse. "Fine. You don't have to tell me twice. It's
what I get for trying to help. You weren't much of a man to begin with,
but now you're just a nasty little bitch. And the last thing I need in my
life is another self centered nasty teenage girl."
Jules wanted her to stay and help him escape more than he had ever wanted
anything. But instead of saying that, Juliette screamed, "Then go
already. I don't need you," as she heaved a glossy magazine toward the
place Olivia had been mere moments before
It was only then that Jules managed to force the word, "Wait," out of
Juliette's petulant little mouth, but it was too little too late. Olivia
was gone.
Olivia was so tired and angry that she barely noticed the tall muscular
male nurse coming into the room to see what all the commotion was.
In his basement across town Michael was laughing out loud. With Mathew
gone, he could try out some of the numerous different options and
scenarios built into the avatar's computer interface. He had chosen well.
Juliette looked a thousand times better as a young girl. Hell, he'd fuck
her. He wasn't totally sure what to expect when he had selected the "Teen
Princess" scenario, but the resulting fireworks had been more than he
could have hoped for. He had to type a little of the dialogue into the
speech bubble at the bottom of the screen, but the system's built in AI
automatically supplied the rest. Michael's only concern was that with the
transformation, the avatar's experience points had dwindled until they
were below the red line.
He heard Matthew's footsteps on the stairs. Damn. He was just going to
activate a seduction subroutine. He thought that maybe he might have just
enough points left. Mathew would probably object. He was such a pussy
sometimes.
"The offices of Change are all closed up and there are police stationed
around the buildings. No one seems to know how to get in touch with the
employees. Did you talk to your father yet about helping us find the
woman who made this?" Matthew asked.
"I - uh - left him a message," Michael lied.
"What's going on with Juliette and Olivia?" Matthew asked.
"Well they sort of had a fight, and Olivia stormed out. Not really sure
why."
Mathew motioned for Michael to let him look at the laptop. Michael handed
it over reluctantly.
Mathew studied the screen. "This icon is new," he observed. "It looks
like a girl in a tiara. What does it represent?"
Michael acted nonchalant. "I'm not a hundred percent sure. Ummm, I think
it may represent one of the scenarios. Yeah that's it. Maybe the one
called teenage princess."
Matthew looked confused. "But Juliette isn't a teenager-"
Because the video feed could only show the things Juliette could see with
her eyes, Michael tapped a menu of actions and scrolled down to the word
'primp' and let go. On the screen, Juliette - who had been flirting with
the male nurse - suddenly stopped and walked into the bathroom. The boys
watched and Matthew got his first glimpse of the teenage knockout that
was now Juliette, when she looked at herself in the mirror. First she
leaned her head forward and flipped her hair back, then she pinched her
cheeks, licked her lips and pushed up her breasts. Then she returned to
the waiting male nurse.
"She's a teenager now? The program did that?" Matthew asked in disbelief.
"And she's hot as hell, isn't she?" Michael asked.
Matthew had to agree that she was definitely one of the hottest girls he
had seen. Through her eyes they saw the surprised expression on the
nurse's face as she moved in too close and whispered, "You know what? I'm
feeling kind of horney."
"Why is she doing that? That isn't right. How do we stop her?" Matthew
asked, frantically, pulling down menu after menu on the screen. Michael
pushed two buttons on the keyboard and Juliette's attitude did a one
eighty.
"Oh my god," she yelled. "What are you doing? Do you know how young I
am?" It was an interesting question for her to ask, because frankly she
had no idea how young she was. But she knew she was a lot younger than
the nurse.
"Get away from me right now you creepy pervert or I'm reporting you to
the hospital managers." The nurse was making a hasty retreat to the door.
"Damn," he said loudly, "You're crazy as bat shit."
Michael doubled over with laughter. "Did you see that guy's face? 'You're
crazy as bat shit'. Boy he couldn't get out of that room fast enough."
Matthew wasn't laughing. "This is going to end badly," he thought.
"Can you at least change him back to his own age - her own age?"
"Yeah, yeah," Michael said, "I knew you were going to ask me that. Don't
you ever stop being a wus?"
Jules heard bits and pieces of their conversation quietly in his mind. He
managed to get Juliette to say "Whoever you are, I can hear you, you
know. And I'd like it very much if you could change me back now."
Juliette was aghast - "Oh my God, no. Absolutely not. I don't want to be
some disgusting stinking old guy again. I like how I look right now."
"Did - did you make her say that?" Matthew asked as he picked up the
mostly eaten bowl of popcorn from the table.
"No, I didn't have to. The AI generates dialogue in keeping with the
scenario and the circumstances. In this case, a stuck-up pretty girl. The
last thing she'd want is to look like a middle age guy. So the AI jumped
in to correct her request."
"So, can you turn off the teenage princess scenario at least?" Matthew
asked as he stuffed a handful of stale popcorn into his. mouth.
Michael grimaced. Mathew was nothing of not predictable. He pulled down
the scenario menu and selected "teenage princess" expecting it to be
deselected. The computer made a rude noise. On the screen a box appeared
with something written in it.
"Shit," he hollered, "what the hell?"
The box contained a message that read, "Level one scenario termination
denied. Insufficient experience points. Choose appropriate level one
Teenage Princess challenges to acrue experience points."
Juliette got back in the hospital bed and pulled the blankets up to her
neck and cried, unsure if the tears were hers or Jules. Why had this
happened ? Jules hadn't always been the nicest guy at the office, but he
didn't think he deserve this. He tried to think of someone he could call
that might help him. Somebody who would understand and not make fun of
his situation. But, he realized, he didn't have any close friends, just
associates and casual acquaintances and a long list of one night stands.
A large heavyset black female nurse came into the room and pulled up
Juliette 's chart.
"Uh huh," she said, "what are you doing in here, young lady. And where is
the woman that is supposed to be in here?" She sat down on the chair next
to the bed. "What room are you supposed to be in?"
"This is my room," Juliette said defiantly.
"Uh huh. What's your name honey?"
"Jules. But right now people call me Juliette."
"Ok Jules - Juliette, sweetie. This chart says room 306. Female, Jane
Doe, approximately 40 years of age. Now I'm not so blind that I can't see
you aren't anywhere close to forty years old. I need to get some
information from her, not the least of which would be her name. Do you
know her? Can you tell me where she is? Did she go somewhere? Is she out
walking around?"
Juliette shrugged. "Oh my god, what do you think I am, an encyclopedia or
something. I can't help or if you can't keep track of your patients."
Juliette didn't look up while she spoke, choosing instead to push a
little white plastic spork into the small cup of so called chocolate
pudding that had been sitting uneaten on the rolling table next to her
bed. She focused her attention on stirring it around and around, first
clockwise then counterclockwise.
The nurse stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "Not even my own
flesh and blood are allowed to talk to me like that. So you better get
your pretty white ass along to wherever you are supposed to be, before I
forget myself and give you a tanning you'll never forget as long as you
live. Do you understand me?"
Michael was pulling down menu after menu trying to find a way to regain
control of the game.
"Did you read the directions?" Matthew asked.
"This is beta software. There are no directions. And no help file. I've
looked everywhere."
Mathew had his perpetual worried look on. "This is another reason we have
to find the woman that gave this to you. She'll know what to do. In the
meantime, I had a thought. You picked a scenario and executed a couple of
commands, probably using up whatever experience points she had. Now you
can't do anything until she gets some more experience points. So what are
the goals for level one teenage princess?" He picked the last few edible
bits of popcorn out from the unpopped kernals in the bottom of the bowl
and returned the bowl to its place of honor on the table.
Michael showed him the long pull down menu with the list of goals and
actions. Both boys studied them carefully. Many of the goals were greyed
out and unaccessible at level one.
"Just basic teenage girl stuff as far as I can tell. Sort of like someone
playing Barbies, but with a real human being. Let's see - dance recital,
hot date, cheerleading, fashion modeling, beauty pageant, sleepover,
makeover, clubbing, shopping, mani - pedi, BFFs, romance, going steady,
making out, pool party, and many many more."
Matthew made his holier than thou face. "Doesn't that list seem kind of
sexist to you? Where is "get scholarship to good college or be a leader
in the community or-"
Michael rolled his eyes. "I don't think that's exactly what they were
going for here. If we ever find the woman that made this, you can suggest
ways to make it more pc."
Meanwhile, dear reader, back at the hospital, Juliette had decided it was
as good a time as any to make like a tree and leave.
"So like, I guess I'll go back to my own room," Juliette said as she
headed toward the door.
"Just for the record, little Miss Juliette," said the nurse. "What is
your room number?"
Juliette stalled for time. "My what?" she asked innocently.
The nurse, who was well over three times the size of our cute young
protagonist, was not amused, and positioned herself in silently judgement
between Juliette and the door.
Jules knew they could outrun the nurse but Juliette felt anxious and
scared although she refused to let it show. "My room number is - uh 608"
"608? Is the room to your liking? What procedure are you here for?"
Jules could see that Juliette was being set up with those questions. "The
room is great. Really. And I'm here to - uh - you know-- tonsils."
Juliette thought the nurse's face must be made of stone, so little did it
change. She would make a great poker player.
"Tonsils? In a room that doesn't exist. Huh, There is no sixth floor in
this hospital."
Juliette started to make a run for it, but ran smack up against somebody
else coming into the room. It was Olivia, and standing behind her was
another girl who looked about the same age as V Juliette. Olivia was
holding a bag of clothes from the hospital gift shop.
"Ummm, Mom, thank God you're here," Juliette said quickly. Then she added
"Since I wasn't in my room, how did you manage to find me?" and prayed
Olivia would pick up her hints.
Olivia assessed the situation and put her arm around Juliette's shoulder.
"I do hope my daughter Juliette isn't causing trouble again. She's being
released by the hospital and I brought her some new clothes. When she
wasn't in her room, I started to worry. Then I heard her voice. What on
earth are you doing in here?"
The nurse's stone face didn't change. "I don't suppose you know the woman
that was supposed to be in this room?" she asked in a brusque tone of
voice. When it was established that Olivia didn't know the absent
occupant, the nurse began to exit the room, stopping only for a moment to
say that a child's rude behavior reflected poorly on the parents. When
she was gone, Juliette turned to Olivia.
"Olivia, Thank God. You're just in time. I was running out of answers for
that nurse. What's in the bag? Are those clothes for me?" Juliette asked
as she grabbed for the bag. Olivia moved the bag just out of reach.
"If I'm putting myself on the line to help you, I want to establish some
ground rules. Do you understand? You will not talk to me rudely ever
again. Is that clear?" Juliette nodded. "Now, I'd like you to meet
Felicity. Felicity will be staying with us for a while."
"Us? I'm not staying with you. I have my own apartment, thank you,"
Juliette said.
"Jules has an apartment. He was a forty something independent man.
Juliette on the other hand is a teenage girl with no experience. Add to
that the fact that very soon the government will have it staked out. It
would be extremely unwise for you to go back there."
"How do you do, Juliette? I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance,"
Felicity said in a sweet calm voice. It made Juliette shudder. It was
just a little too sweet and calm.
"So you see how polite Felicity is? I expect you to improve your manners
as well," she continued.
Juliette grimaced. "Hey, it was nice of you to bring me clothes, but
you're not my mother, for crying out loud."
"Oh? It's that so?" Olivia pulled the clothes from the bag. "Because I
saw several FBI men in the lobby. They will probably be here in a few
minutes, so we need to get out of here. And if I'm going to say you're my
daughter, then you are going to have to behave appropriately. No more
rudeness, do you understand? Right Felicity?"
"Of course Olivia - I mean mother, after all Juliette, at our age we need
structure and guidance so we can grow into adulthood and be as lovely and
wise as she is. Isn't that right mother?"
Michael yelled for Matthew to come look. Matthew, who had been trying to
locate exemployees of Change, looked over at the screen. "What? What am I
looking at?"
"This girl named Felicity. When she showed up on the screen another icon
appeared," Matthew said excitedly.
"I don't get it," Matthew said, "how could she have an icon? She isn't
part of the game."
"Au contraire, mon ami. Not only is she part of the game but - according
to the screen, she has a ton of experience points."
Mathew scratches his head. "That doesn't make any sense," he interjected,
"how - why?"
Michael laughed. "Don't you see? She's either Juliette's adversary or
another player. This could prove to be very interesting."
Olivia hustled everyone out of the room and into an empty one down the
hall. No sooner had they taken refuge there, then two quite obvious FBI
agents got off the elevator and headed to the room they had just
abandoned. Juliette felt anxious, and deep inside her Jules was cursing.
Matthew typed something into the word balloon at the bottom of the
screen. Juliette practically curtsied as she said, "Thank you mother, you
really are sweet. And you too Felicity. I've never had a sister before.
This is going to be a lot of fun." Jules felt like he had become a
beautiful ventriloquist's dummy.
"Well that was unexpected, but quite welcome. Juliette, you better
hurry," Olivia said.
"Are you Olivia's daughter?" Juliette asked, trying to make conversation.
"No more than you are," Felicity responded, "We just met in the gift
shop. I helped her pick out clothes for you. After all, it isn't whether
you win or lose, It's how you play the hand you're dealt."
When Michael wasn't looking, Matthew plugged a USB drive into the port on
the laptop and double clicked on the installer icon that popped up.
After a few moments a new program had been installed. It was simply
called "chaos theory"
And so dear reader, though things are even more confusing than they were
when we began, I'm afraid we are at the end of this chapter. Now please
don't fuss. Perhaps the next chapter will enlighten us with a few more
answers - or then again, perhaps it won't. I suppose we'll have to wait
and see what happens.
Grace
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