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Bad Timing
by Jennifer (address withheld)

***

A man tries to you space age technology to cheat his 
brother out of his inheritance, only to find that what 
goes around comes around. (MF, tg, reluc, sci-fi)

***


July 22, 2054 - 11:56 PM

The dim light of the computer monitor cast an eerie 
light across the otherwise dark room. My head turned 
frequently toward the staircase behind me to make sure 
that nobody was coming. With my heart pumping at a 
hundred miles per hour, it was difficult to focus on 
the task before me. My sweaty hand trembled as I placed 
the next data cartridge into the laser tape drive. 

This was the fifth one... "God I hope this is it!" The 
machine whirred, the cartridge index appeared on the 
screen. 1) Last Wi... "Ahh, yes! Here you are." I 
quickly toggled to the data base launch menu, entered 
the encrypted security password and kept my fingers 
crossed. 

The screen flashed "Security Password Verified, Welcome 
Mr. Starr." 

I quickly started scanning the document, looking for... 
"There we go! Found it! One word. I just have to change 
one word," I mumbled. "There we go... done!"

I hit the save icon and then manually revised the 
date/time stamp on the file so as not to arouse any 
suspicion. "Come on baby... hurry up and save... hurry 
up and save!"

I ejected the cartridge and placed it back in it's 
case. As I hurriedly reached to place it back on the 
shelf, my elbow bumped the edge of a stack of books. 
Thud!

"God damn it!" I said under my breath as one of the 
books fell to the floor. "Fuck! Come on now... stay 
calm... stay calm!"

I quickly placed the fallen book back on top of the 
stack and straightened it out. I turned around to look 
up the stairs to see if anyone had heard anything. 
"Shit! A light!" 

"Hello?" a male voice rang out from upstairs. "Is 
anyone there?" There was a long pause and then, "Call 
the police Lisa, I think there's someone downstairs. 
I'll get the gun." 

"Shit! He's coming!" I thought. I spun around and 
turned off the computer. As the stairwell lights turned 
on. I looked down at my wrist and pressed the glowing 
amber "return" button on the remote command unit. 

The space around me wavered and warped as my body 
evaporated back into the time space continuum. In a 
flash, I was gone. I was hoping that my presence went 
undetected. But there was no way of knowing... except 
to let time take its course.

May 8, 2079 - 11:31 PM

The atmosphere quivered around me. Slowly, my vision 
cleared as the Alpha Command Research Center began to 
materialize around me. I slumped to the floor, drained 
of all my energy... my blood racing through my veins 
from an adrenaline high.

"You all right soldier?!" A voice rang out.

"Yeah... I'm fine. Just give me a minute," I replied. 
"I had a bit of a rough ride this time." The image of 
my commanding officer, Captain Wilcox, came into focus. 

"Well, were you successful lieutenant? Were you able to 
get an ID on the assassin? Did you see who actually 
shot President Kennedy!?"

"No sir," I replied. "I'm sorry, but there was no way 
for me to get into the building without being seen. I 
didn't want to breach the First Directive sir. I had to 
abort."

"Damn it! We've been so close the past couple of 
attempts. Shit!" He raised his head for a moment and 
tried to regain his composure. "All right Starr, good 
effort, we'll get it the next time. Get on over to 
debriefing." He saluted me, turned and left the room.

As he shut the door, I started to chuckle to myself. 
"Ahh, if they only knew what I'd just done!" I thought. 
"Hell, I can hardly believe I went through with it. If 
anyone ever found out, I'd be thrown out of the program 
and court-martialed for sure." 

"Please stand up sir." Another voice said. Three men in 
sealed yellow suits hurried over and began to hose me 
down with a gaseous mixture intended to reestablish my 
atomic structure. "God this stuff fucking stinks," I 
thought. "But certainly a small price to pay to be a 
millionaire for the rest of my life!" A smirk of 
satisfaction came across my face as I stood there 
dreaming of all the possibilities.

My name is Stephan Starr. And as a secret member of the 
army's first "Time Research Unit", I'd just pulled one 
hell of a fast one. Not only on my superiors, but on my 
stinking family as well. Please allow me to explain...

This all started 5 days ago. The day my father passed 
away. For most people, the passing of a parent is a 
pretty traumatic event. But in my case, I was hardly 
phased. In fact, I was actually kind of excited in a 
perverse sort of way. You see, I was never really close 
with my father. 

Since mom had passed away a couple of years before, my 
relationship with my dad had only gotten worse. But 
somehow I managed to put up a pretty convincing front 
to my true feelings. After all, the only thing I was 
really concerned about was my inheritance. The old man 
was worth millions, and with me and my ass kissing 
brother being the only surviving immediate family 
members, well... I'd probably never have to work 
another day in my life. Or at least, that's what I 
thought.


May 6, 2079 - 1:01 PM

Two days ago on a dreary Wednesday, my brother John and 
I met in a lawyers office to go over my father Last 
Will and Testament. "Hello Stephan." John said as I 
entered the room. "I should have known that you 
wouldn't be late for this."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" I shot back 
in disgust. John said "Please spare me. You can drop 
your act now. Dad's gone and you're probably thrilled 
to death. All you've ever given a damn about is 
yourself and all you've ever cared about is money!"

"Why you fucking..." I screamed as I lunged toward him. 
"Gentleman! Please! Please!" the lawyer barked. 
"There's nothing to be gained by all of this,  please, 
lets put the differences aside. If not permanently, at 
least for the next half hour or so. We have business to 
attend to."

We managed to pull ourselves together for the brief 
task at hand. "One day..." I thought. "that ass was 
going to get his. I swear it!"

The tension was broken was the sight of the laser 
cartridge being placed on the desk in front of us.

"As you both know, this cartridge has been in secure 
storage at The National Record Keeping Bureau for the 
past 25 years. It was placed into storage by your 
father on July 23, 2054. It was tagged as his Last Will 
and Testament, and was intended to be read by his 
surviving immediate family upon his death. This 
cartridge has been certified as both authentic and 
unaltered by the Bureau. Here is the certificate of 
authenticity for your examination." He placed a green 
official looking certificate on his desk in front of 
us.

"So, if neither of you have any questions, I'd like to 
commence."

"Let's get on with it," I said.

John nodded his head in agreement.

The lawyer placed the cartridge in his computer and 
pressed a few buttons. I noticed him type in the 
security password "g56y7k" and in a few moments, his 
printer began to spit out three hard copies of the 
Will. As he began to read aloud from the beginning of 
this 50 plus page document, I could hardly contain 
myself from looking ahead to get to the part that 
really mattered. 

After what seemed like an eternity, we were finally 
there. The lawyer continued to read; "As for my 
monetary possessions. They are to go solely and 
entirely to my spouse if still living. If not, they are 
to be given solely and entirely to my oldest son."

My heart seemed to skip a beat. I did a double take. 
"Wait a minute! This can't be!" I yelled. "What the 
hell is going on here?!"

"I'm sorry sir, I'm only reading what's here before 
me," the lawyer said.

"He has TWO sons, what's this OLDEST shit!! There must 
be some mistake!" I yelled.

"Please sir. Lets just remain calm until we finish 
reading the entire document. We can go over the 
specifics later if you like."

"Fuck that!!" I said. "I want to know what the hell 
kind of farce this is." My eyes looked over at John and 
glared. "You... you... you did this."

"Stephan, what are you talking about?!" John replied. 
"How could I have done anything. The damn thing's been 
locked up for twenty some years! Maybe Dad just forgot 
to update it after you were born or something." A smug 
look came across his face. "Isn't it ironic though, how 
things just seem to work out, kind of poetic justice in 
a way! Don't you think?"

"You fucking son of a bitch!" I screamed. The rest was 
just a blur. The next thing I remember, I was back at 
my apartment with a bottle of Tequila in my hand.


May 7, 2079 - 6:40 AM

I awoke early the next morning with one hell of a hang 
over. I could hardly believe what had happened 
yesterday. My entire life was ruined, and my brother, 
my fucking brother was laughing his ass off at me. I 
didn't understand it. Dad had submitted that will 
before I was born. But yet he had assured me years ago 
that he had updated it to include us both. 

Somehow I knew that John had to be involved in this. 
Perhaps he switched them or... I don't know! Fuck... 
all that matters now is that dad's updated Will never 
made it into "The Bureau" for storage... this outdated 
version is all that fucking matters now! I buried my 
head in my pillow, deep in despair. 

A few moments later, the sound of my alarm clock shook 
me out of it. I glanced over at the clock. "Shit! Gotta 
get over to the base. I've got to snap out of this. 
I've got a 'prep briefing' for an upcoming mission in a 
couple of days." And then it hit me like a ton of 
bricks.

An idea that was nothing more than brilliant. An idea 
so good that I broke out laughing... hardly able to 
contain myself. "That son of a bitch thinks he can 
screw me does he... well... lets see who gets screwed 
now!" I got up, took some aspirin, showered, shaved, 
put on my uniform and headed off to the base.

During the drive there, I put some thought into my new 
plan. "All right Stephan, think man... think!"

Everything needed to be perfect. 

OK. All I have to do is to change the date, time, and 
location on my remote command unit to read the night 
before my dad's first Will was submitted to The Bureau. 
Since the remote command unit is preprogrammed and is 
the only piece of equipment responsible for my 
destination, I should have no problem traveling to a 
different destination without detection. 

After all, technology had not yet discovered a way to 
monitor a persons' location as they traveled in time. 
All I really need to do is to come up with some way 
that I can reprogram the remote command unit without 
being noticed and pray that nobody decides to recheck 
the settings before de-materialization.

Time flew by as I agonized over every detail. Before I 
knew it, I was at the base. The guard (Private Johnson) 
at the checkpoint religiously walked out to greet my 
car as he had done time and time again. "Good morning 
Lieutenant," the Private said.

"Good morning," I replied.

"May I see your security clearance pass sir?" he asked. 

"Sure. Here you go." I flashed him my laminated ID 
badge clipped to the pocket of my shirt. 

For what seemed like the millionth time, he leaned over 
to take a glance. "Thank you sir. All clear." He 
signaled to the other guard inside as the gate began to 
rise. He saluted me as I began to drive on.

Before me was Fort Williams, a small army base located 
just outside of Virginia Beach. I was headed to the 
Alpha Four Five Research Center, some 8 levels below 
the main complex. A research center so secret, that not 
even the White House knew of its' existence. Financed 
solely through the Defense Department, it was the 
country's only facility dedicated solely to the 
exploration of time travel. 

For the past fifty years or so, the government had been 
running this experimental program with the hopes of one 
day realizing their goal. Well, that goal was achieved 
three years ago. And for the past two years, I've been 
one of three 'Time Walkers' who got to ride shotgun on 
one hell of a crazy ride. Currently our missions were 
dedicated to researching historical events of the past. 
But we all knew that it was no more than a front in 
case the program was ever discovered. 

The Pentagon sure as hell wasn't going to spend 
billions of dollars on a historical research program, 
that is unless that program might be able to be used to 
our advantage in a time of war. But for now, we were 
just getting our feet wet and earning our stripes, 
studying the effects of time travel and understanding 
the ramifications of our actions in the past. We had 
three 'Directives' to abide by. Each with it own dire 
set of potential consequences if broken. They were as 
follows:

1) Observe only. Remain inconspicuous and undiscovered.

2) Never alter anything tangible. The time line must 
remain unbroken and unchanged.

3) When in doubt. Abort the mission.

To this date, nobody had ever breached one, and I sure 
as hell didn't want to be the first. It was a crazy job 
with a lot of risks, but hey, someone had to do it.

I spent the next few hours in a mission briefing. My 
intended goal was to travel back to 1964 to observe the 
assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Thus 
finally shedding some light on the remaining mysteries 
of his death. As the details of the mission were laid 
out before me, my mind seemed to wander off in another 
direction. 

Before the briefing was dismissed, I was informed that 
the mission was to be moved up one day. I was to report 
back to the base at 9:00 PM tomorrow evening, de-
materialization would be at 11:30 PM (it was found 
through trial and error that time travel was more 
accurate if executed during the cooler evening 
temperatures). I was given some additional reading 
materials and dismissed from the meeting.

"Get some rest soldier, tomorrow is an important day," 
Captain Wilcox said.

"Yes sir," I responded. "See you tomorrow."

I drove over to my gym for a light workout and then 
headed back home. Later that evening I gave my brother 
a call, almost as if to give him one last chance to 
split things with me, but really just to enjoy his 
'attitude' one last time before I changed his life 
forever. As expected, he was an arrogant asshole. If 
not already, talking to him just further solidified my 
plan in stone. Nothing was going to change my mind now.


May 8, 2079 - 6:45 AM

The next day went rather quickly. I left the house at 
around 7:30AM and spent the entire day running around 
doing a bunch of errands. It was a good thing that I 
had a lot of things to do. I was so nervous that it 
helped take my mind off things. 

The day flew by as I never returned home, and before I 
knew it, it was time to get over to the base. I 
approached the checkpoint and rolled my window down. 
This time neither of the men came out to my car, in 
fact, I only saw one. Private Johnson sitting in the 
window. "You can go on through sir" he yelled to me 
from inside.

"You're not going to check my badge tonight?" I 
replied. 

"Not tonight sir if you don't mind, I twisted my knee 
this afternoon and I'm having a hard time getting 
around right now," he said.

I saluted as the gate raised before me.

"That's amazing!" I thought. "I didn't think that there 
was anything that could EVER stop him from coming out 
to my car and checking my ID, oh well, there's a first 
time for everything." I thought nothing of it and drove 
onward.

The preparation process was rather simple and before 
you knew it, it was time to put on 'the silver suit'. 
This special time travel suit and all of its components 
were made of some type of experimental nickel alloy. It 
seemed that it was the only element able to be 
teleported back through time other than flesh and 
blood. I took the suit into the changing room and 
striped off all of my clothes. In a matter of moments I 
had the suit on and zipped up. 

My heart pounded as my right hand reached down toward 
the remote command module on my left wrist. I paused 
for a moment and then typed in the date of July 22, 
2054 - 11:45 PM. 

As for the location, I entered in the computer 
generated latitude and longitude of the basement of my 
parents home in Philadelphia PA. God help me if I was 
caught. I stepped out of the room and headed over 
toward the de-materialization point. Numerous 
technicians filled the room going over safety check 
lists and monitoring all of the systems.

"You ready soldier?" Captain Wilcox asked.

"Ready as ever sir," I replied.

I put on my helmet and stepped onto the de-
materialization platform. As the lights in the room 
dimmed, clouds of dry ice (intended to lower the air 
temperature around me) were billowed over me from 
several pipes located above my head. Various lasers cut 
through the mist and scanned my body... entering every 
coordinate into the computer.

"Initiate countdown sequence!" the Captain barked. The 
room lit up like a Christmas tree as a computer 
generated voice started to countdown.

"De-materialization in T-minus 10 seconds. Mark. 10... 
9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0... 
initiate de-materialization."

I pressed the glowing green button on my wrist, and 
instantaneously, the world around began to twist and 
warp. With a quick flash of light, I was gone.


May 8, 2079 - 11:31 PM

Seconds later, the atmosphere in the room began to 
quiver once more. I had completed my little 'plan' and 
was re-materializing back in my own time. I slumped to 
the floor. "Mission Complete," I thought.

"You all right soldier?!" A voice rang out.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me a minute," I replied. "I 
had a bit of a rough ride this time." 

The image of my commanding officer, Captain Wilcox, 
came into focus. "Well, were you successful lieutenant? 
Were you able to get an ID on the assassin? Did you see 
who actually shot President Kennedy!?"

"No sir," I replied. "I'm sorry, but there was no way 
for me to get into the building without being seen. I 
didn't want to breach the First Directive sir. I had to 
abort."

"Damn it! We've been so close the past couple of 
attempts. Shit!" He raised his head for a moment and 
tried to regain his composure. "All right Starr, good 
effort, we'll get it the next time. Get on over to 
debriefing." He saluted me, turned and left the room.


May 9, 2079 - 3:21 PM

It was so late when I finally got home that there was 
nothing I could do to see if my mission had been a 
success. So, I tried to calm myself down and get some 
sleep. "This should be one hell of a day!" I thought. 
"At this very moment... I should be a millionaire!" 

I laughed myself to sleep thinking, "My only regret is 
that I couldn't have again been in the lawyers office a 
couple of days ago to see the expression on John's face 
when the REVISED passage was read!"

You see, I had just traveled back in time to alter my 
fathers' Last Will and Testament. Albeit the version 
that was intended to be replaced by my father, but the 
version that actually made it to the lawyers office 
after my brother did his meddling. If all went right, 
two days ago, that stinking lawyer should have quoted 
the following from my fathers' Will...

"As for my monetary possessions. They are to go solely 
and entirely to my spouse if still living. If not, they 
are to be given solely and entirely to my YOUNGEST 
son..." John would be left out entirely. Everything 
will have come to me instead! It was simply a stroke of 
genius.


May 9, 2079 - 10:59 AM

I awoke slowly with another monumental headache. 
Nothing out of the ordinary, it was pretty typical to 
feel like shit after a mission. But this time for some 
strange reason, my body felt as though it had been run 
over by a truck. I stumbled into the bathroom , took a 
leak, and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt 
great as it flowed over my face and body. I rubbed my 
face and eyes in an effort to wake up. "Ouch!" I said. 
I had just poked myself in the eye with a nail. I 
looked down at my fingers. "Shit... I didn't realize 
they were getting quite that long." 

I went back to showering thinking nothing of it. After 
toweling off, I clipped my nails, dried my hair and 
brushed my teeth. I turned around to close the shower 
curtain and was startled by the amount of body hair 
left on the floor of the shower. I turned on the water 
and rinsed it out.

Now that I was fully revived from my deep sleep, I 
decided that it was time to give John a call and check 
out my handiwork. "Hmmm, lets see, what day is it? Oh 
yeah, Saturday." I could hardly stand it much longer. 
The phone rang several times until finally it picked 
up... "Hi, you've reached 587-67..." Click. I hung up.

"Damn it! It figures that the son of a bitch wouldn't 
be in... I'll have to call him later," I said.

I was really disappointed. I had to get a hold of him, 
there was just no other way to check things out, or was 
there. "Wait a minute. I had a copy of the Will left 
over from my meeting at the lawyers office the other 
day. Now where the hell did I put it?"

After rummaging around a bit, I finally found it wadded 
up in the trash can under my desk.

"Well, that's not a good sign," I thought somberly to 
myself. My heat raced as I began to straighten it out. 
I turned to the appropriate page and closed my eyes for 
a moment. "OK, here we go, keep your fingers crossed." 
I opened my eyes and scanned for the appropriate text. 
I read aloud.

"As for my monetary possessions. They are to go solely 
and entirely to my spouse if still living. If not, they 
are to be given solely and entirely to my YOUNGEST 
SON!!" I screamed with joy as I threw the papers into 
the air. "I did it! I fucking did it!" I yelled. I 
really can't wait to find John now, I thought.

I had so much energy that I didn't know how I'd sit 
still until John got home. I decided that I'd head out 
to the gym and work off some extra steam, come back in 
a couple of hours and get a hold of him then. I threw 
some workout clothes together and started to get 
dressed. When I opened my dresser drawer, I found quite 
a little surprise. 

"What?

Where the hell did these come from?" I thought as I 
held up a pair of skimpy black satin panties. "How did 
they get in with my stuff?" I wondered. "I guess it 
must have gotten mixed up with my clothes downstairs in 
the laundry room."

I threw it on the dresser top and went back to getting 
dressed. I slipped on a pair of jockey shorts, sweat 
pants, tee and sweat shirt and was ready to go. I 
grabbed my duffel bag and was off.

The drive went quickly as I joyfully sang out loud with 
the radio. I could only daydream of what to do with my 
millions. "Today is one hell of a day!" I thought. 
After parking, I grabbed my things and went inside. 
There I presented my membership card and drivers 
license to the beautiful young attendant sitting at the 
front desk.

"Good day Mr... ah, Starr," she said as she gazed at my 
drivers license. "You may want to get this fixed," she 
said as she gave it back to me. "Looks like you've got 
a 'typo' on your license. Unless of course you're Ms. 
Stephan Starr!" she chuckled.

"What?" I replied as I took the license to see for 
myself. "Well. I guess you're right. I've never noticed 
that before. Thank you." I said as I put it back in my 
wallet. "Have a nice day ma'am."

"You too Ms. Starr." She said laughing and giving me a 
smile.

I turned and headed off toward the locker room.

After changing, I went out to the 'nautilus' equipment 
and did some stretching to get ready to do my 
'circuit'. The first few machines seemed to be much 
more difficult than usual for me. I felt like I had a 
lot of energy, but for some reason, everything was such 
a labor. After 10 reps on the rowing machine, I was 
completely out of breath and sweating up a storm. 
"Wow!" I thought. "I must be more wiped out than I 
thought from yesterday." 

I got off and rested a minute before adjusting the seat 
and sitting down on the butterfly machine. When I sat 
down, I noticed that the bars were a little higher than 
usual for me. "I always have the seat on the third 
peg..." I got off and moved the seat up one more peg. 

"There. That's better." I grumbled. As I began to do my 
first rep, I strained with all my might to squeeze the 
two bars together. I released them and sat there 
bewildered for a moment. "What the fuck?" I thought. "I 
guess it's just not my day for working out. Screw it. 
I'm just gonna take a shower and get on home."

I staggered into the locker room, sat down on the bench 
and collected myself for a second before stripping and 
heading into the showers. The cool water felt great 
over my quivering body. 

As I washed, I noticed a lot of body hair sticking to 
my soap bar. "This is really weird," I said to myself. 
"I wonder if something happened to me on my last jump. 
I'd better get into the base and see 'the doc' sometime 
this afternoon." 

I dismissed it and went back to washing my face and 
hair. Back at my locker, I dried off and began to get 
dressed. As I was putting on my clothes, my eyes 
happened to glance over at some guy getting dressed 
across the room from me. I was surprised that I noticed 
how well endowed he happened to be. "That guy's hung 
like a horse!" I thought. 

I shook my head quickly, as if to snap myself out of 
it. I finished getting dressed, and headed out past the 
front desk to go to my car. "Have a nice afternoon Ms. 
Starr." The same girl behind the desk said in a matter 
of fact way.

I just froze for a moment and then continued on my way.

I was really looking forward to giving John a call. 
Reveling in his misfortune would certainly snap me out 
of this 'Twilight Zone' type day that I'd been having. 
As I drove along the freeway, my mind again wandered 
off, thinking of ways that I could spend my new 
fortune. And soon enough, I had completely forgotten 
about my unsettling morning at the gym. 

When I arrived at the apartment, I threw my duffel down 
on the floor and ran over to the phone. Just before I 
got to the bedroom, I tripped over my sweat pant leg 
and went tumbling to the floor. Without thinking much 
about it, I got up, sat on the bed and started dialing 
the phone. My long nails clicked on the buttons as I 
dialed. "Damn, I thought I just clipped these this 
morning." After a couple of rings he picked up.

"Hello?" John said.

"Hi John. It's me," I replied.

"Hey! How are you doing? I was worried about you. I 
hadn't heard from you in a couple of days. It seemed 
like you took the news pretty hard," he said.

"News?" I said. "What news are you talking about John?" 

"Come on Steph, you know, about being left out of dads 
Will. Surly you didn't forget!" he said.

"Wait a minute. I got a copy of it here. He didn't 
leave me out!" I said in defiance.

"Look, we went over this Steph, the Will said the 
youngest son. But that does mean, youngest son... not 
the youngest in the family," he stated.

"But... what? But I'm the youngest son and... what's 
with this Steph stuff anyway?!" I demanded.

"Hey, have you been drinking or something Steph? Are 
you all right?" John asked.

I was so furious that I just hung up the phone. "I've 
got to get over to his house and figure out what the 
hell happened," I thought. I wanted to get over there 
as soon as possible, so I stood up, and began to change 
clothes. I threw my sweat shirt to the floor as I 
started walking over to the closet. 

I felt my underwear riding up the crack of my butt, so 
I reached my hand down the back of my sweatpants to 
straighten things out. But instead of thick cotton, my 
hand grasped something else. I ripped my sweats off and 
looked down. I was wearing panties! Pink silk panties! 

"Holy shit!" I started to hyperventilate. 

I ran over to the dresser on opened the drawer where I 
kept my underwear. I almost fell to the floor. Instead 
of Jockey shorts and boxers I saw a drawer full of 
women's underwear! "Oh no! Not this! This can't be 
happening!" I screamed. I ran to the mirror and pulled 
off my tee shirt. As I looked at myself closely, I 
could see that indeed my suspected fears appeared to be 
coming true. 

Something went wrong on my mission! Something went 
terribly wrong! A-and it appears that it somehow has 
affected my past! I ran to my wallet and pulled out my 
drivers license. Staring at it for a moment and then 
reading it aloud, "Ms. Stephanie Starr. Stephanie?! Oh 
my fucking god!" 

I dropped it to the floor and began to cry.

Moments later, "OK... OK, I've got to pull myself 
together," I thought. "Think man, think!" Somehow I 
needed to figure out what had happened and most 
importantly, what to do about it. I again picked up my 
drivers license and began to stare at it. 

"Wait a minute. My birthday, it's changed too. I was 
born on April 27, not April 29! What the hell could 
have happened!? I don't get it. Somehow I must have 
done something to change my own birthday... and in 
turn... change my sex as well! But what? What the hell 
could I have done? 

Think man... OK, I jumped back to the evening of July 
23, 2054. Lets see, today's date is May 9, 2079. I was 
born on April 27, 2055. That was 24 years and a month 
ago and the date I jumped to was some 8 or 9 months 
before that. Wait a minute! Holy shit! 9 months! Oh my 
god... the date that I jumped to... somehow how I must 
have changed something. Something that affected my own 
conception! Oh my god! What have I done? What have I 
done!"

Again I buried my head in my hands and began to cry. 
After a few minutes, I staggered into the bathroom to 
take another look at what was happening to me. The 
first thing that struck me was my lack of body hair. In 
fact, as I rubbed my hand over my chest, the remaining 
hair seemed to fall out before my eyes! My nipples 
seemed tender as well. 

"Oh my god... I'm probably going to start growing 
tits!" I gasped aloud. 

I then noticed that I was shorter, most definitely 5 or 
6 inches. It was also pretty obvious that I had lost 20 
or 30 pounds as well. My skin seemed a bit softer... 
maybe finer. And my nails, my god damn nails just kept 
fucking growing. They must have been nearly an inch by 
now. I grabbed my nail clippers and went to work again. 
Maybe subconsciously I was trying to stave off what was 
inevitably happening to me. I threw them on the counter 
top and put my hands to my face in disbelief. 

"Come on now. Think! There's got to be something that 
you can do... just think!" And then it came to me. 
"Maybe it's not to late... maybe it'll still work!" I 
had to get to the base before it was too late. I had to 
try to sneak into the base and do an unauthorized jump. 

"If I could just jump back just a couple of days... I 
could warn myself... tell myself not to try it. Then 
none of this would have ever happened, and when I jump 
back to my own time, everything should be back to the 
way it was. I'll lose my inheritance for sure that way, 
but shit... that's a small price to pay to get my life 
back again." 

I ran over to the closet and pulled out my uniform. 
"I've got to get there fast. Before I change too much. 
Hopefully I can get past the checkpoint, the rest 
should be fairly easy." Hurriedly, I put on my uniform. 
My body had already changed enough that I had a hard 
time keeping my pants up. I had to roll my sleeves up 
as well. After all was said and done, I still thought I 
could pass as myself, as long as I hurried. I grabbed 
my wallet and headed out the door. As the elevator 
doors opened, I was confronted by Jim Wright, an 
acquaintance of mine from upstairs.

He greeted me. "Hi Stephan, how's it going?" 

"Fine Jim, and you?" I said. Thank god... he called me 
Stephan! I thought to myself.

"Don't you ever get the weekend off?" he asked. 

"Well sometimes I do. But today I just need to put in 
some extra time... Uncle Sam can be pretty demanding 
you know," I said while forcing a fake smile. Finally 
the door opened on the first floor.

"Well I'll catch you around Jim."

"OK, take it easy," he said.

I waved politely and headed out to my car. When I got 
in, the first thing that I noticed was that I couldn't 
reach the petals. "I'm fucking shrinking!" I quipped in 
a panicked tone. "Got to hurry... got to hurry before 
it's too late!"

The drive seemed to take forever. I'm not sure, but I 
felt like I had done some more transforming over the 
past half-hour or so. I was afraid to look at myself, 
so I turned the rear view mirror away from me out of 
fear for what I might see. As I approached the base I 
pulled over to the curb for a moment to pause. I 
strained to see who was on duty at the checkpoint 
tonight. 

"Good, it looks like Private Murphy. He's usually a 
little more lax than Johnson. I've got to pull this off 
somehow. Thank god it's dark outside." I dimmed the 
dashboard lights a bit and put on my hat. I swallowed 
hard and pulled up to the gate. It was obvious that 
Murphy recognized my car. He opened up the door and 
stepped outside. "Evening sir," he said.

Trying to look causal, I rested my face in the palm of 
my left hand. 

With my right hand I held out my ID badge.

"That's OK sir... I think I've seen it a few times 
before," He chuckled. He turned and waved to his 
partner, who in turn, raised the gate. "Have a good 
night sir," Johnson said as he saluted.

I gave a quick nod and took off through the gate.

"Thank god! I di..." my voice cracked as I tried to 
speak aloud. "My voice... what's happened to my 
voice?!" I said in horror while clutching my throat. 
"I've got to hurry, or it'll be to late."

I pulled up to the secured parking area and slid my 
access card into the card reader. "Hopefully there 
shouldn't be anyone around this time of night." I 
thought. I parked the car, got out and headed to the 
door. I almost tripped over my pant legs. So I quickly 
bent over and rolled them up. 

I was shocked that I had to roll them up at least 8 
inches or so. When I stood back up I took note that all 
of my clothes were equally as baggy. One inside the 
main door I made a quick right turn toward the officers 
entrance. I was about 20 feet away from the night 
watchman at the front desk who raised his head from his 
newspaper momentarily. I heard his voice from behind 
me.

"Evening sir."

I raised my hand and gave an abrupt wave of 
acknowledgment without turning around. I fumbled 
nervously with my access card and slid it into the 
slot. A computer voice shot back, "Card verification 
accepted. Please place hand on scanner for fingerprint 
identification."

I thought to myself, "This had better work!"

The pale blue light made two sweeps over my palm, not 
unlike a photocopy machine. I was relieved to hear, 
"Fingerprint identification positive. Good evening 
Lieutenant Starr."

With that the airlock before me depressurized, 
released, and swung open. I quickly walk through, and 
when on the other side, wiped the sweat from my brow 
with my forearm. Inadvertently, I knocked my hat off my 
head. As I reached down to pick it up, hair fell in 
front of my eyes! "Jesus Christ!" I quipped as reached 
up to feel my lengthening mane. 

I picked up my hat and quickly started running down the 
hall to the elevator. That's when I noticed it, the 
bouncing of my chest. My heat skipped a beat as I 
stopped in silent horror. I moved my jacket aside and 
gripped my chest with both hands. The hair stood up on 
the back of my neck as I firmly squeezed two small 
breasts under my shirt. 

"Time's running out! I've got to hurry! Please God, let 
me make it!" I continued running to the elevator and 
pressed the down button, almost breaking one of my half 
inch fingernails! Once inside, I pressed level B8, and 
began my decent eight floor underground.

After making my way through several more security 
points, I finally reached my destination... the time 
lab. I inserted my security card into the scanner.

"Card verification accepted." The computer said. 
"Please enter 12 digit security access number."

I typed it in as quickly as I could.

"Security access number verification accepted. Please 
place eye in front of optical scanner for retinal 
identification." The bright blue light flashed across 
my left eye. 

The computer answered "Retinal verification not 
accepted. Please place eye in front of optical scanner 
for second attempt of retinal identification. Security 
alert status activated. You have 15 seconds before 
security is alerted. 15... 14... 13... " 

"Oh shit! It's too late!" I said in a panic. I placed 
my other eye in front of the scanner and pressed the 
start button. Once again the bright blue light tracked 
across my face until it pierced deep within my eye. I 
said a silent prayer as the countdown continued. "7... 
6... 5... Retinal verification accepted. Security alert 
canceled. Good evening Lieutenant Starr." 

I closed my eyes and said my thanks as the heavy steel 
door swung open.

I quickly ran over to the storage room and claimed my 
'silver suit'. 

I undressed nervously. Intentionally trying not to look 
at my body, I couldn't afford any more distractions 
right now. The fact that one of my eyes didn't scan 
properly had me freaked out. Our 'silver suits' were 
genetically encoded with our DNA as a security measure. 
If the 'suit' didn't get a positive DNA match from me, 
I was finished. 

The jump would be aborted and security would be all 
over the place in a matter of seconds. The 'suit' was 
extremely large on me. I zipped it up and started 
setting the target date and location on the remote 
command unit. I set it for my apartment, 3 days ago... 
May 6, 2079 - 8 AM. 

I knew that my old self was off reading the Will at the 
lawyers then. That way I knew I could materialize 
undetected and still have plenty of time to track my 
old self down and stop him from making the jump back to 
my parents house. Then since the interference with the 
past will have never taken place. I should transform 
back into my normal self and be able to use the 'silver 
suit' to leap back to my own time and continue my life 
as if nothing had ever happened. "There... all 
programmed." I said.

I quickly ran around the room activating all of the 
necessary systems. I bypassed most safety checklists to 
save time. With all of these systems turned on... 
someone was bound to wonder what the hell was going on 
down here. I probably had two minutes before security 
would be down here as a precaution. I quickly ran over 
to the targeting grid and stood there as a number of 
lasers began to scan my body. I locked on my helmet and 
stood motionless in a cloud of dry ice. Flashing lights 
filled the room. The computer generated voice started 
to countdown.

"De-materialization in T-minus 10 seconds. Mark. 10... 
9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0... 
initiate de-materialization."

I pressed the glowing green button on my wrist, and 
once more , the familiar warping of the world around me 
began to take place. As I began to de-materialize, I 
felt a sense of relief. I had made it this far. The 
hard part was over. 

Now all I had to do was to find myself in the past and 
do some fancy talking, or so I thought. A few moments 
later, I could see the walls of my bedroom beginning to 
come into focus. I was almost there. But as things 
started to become more and more solid around me, I 
started to feel strange. Before I had completely 
materialized, I became dizzy and blacked out.

***

I awoke face down on the floor. At first I had no 
recollection of where I was... until I noticed that I 
was wearing my helmet. Then it all started to come 
back. Still sitting on the floor, I propped myself up 
against my bed to clear my head for a few moments. 

I released the airlock on my helmet and pulled it off 
to get some fresh air. As I did, waves of long golden 
hair fell all around me. I grabbed it and pulled it in 
front of my face to stare at it. If I had any moment of 
peace to forget about my predicament, it was surely 
over now. "Wait a minute." I said slowly. "My hair 
wasn't nearly this long just a few minutes ago. What 
the hell's going on? How long was I blacked out?" 

I quickly looked down at the remote command unit on my 
wrist to check the status of my arrival and the current 
time. "Oh my god!" I gasped. "Something went wrong. I 
didn't materialize at 8:00 AM on May 6... I 
materialized at 8:00 AM on May 8! It's currently 2:47 
PM... so I must have been out on the floor for over six 
hours!" 

I tried to calm myself down. I still had over six hours 
to find myself and put an end to all of this. I thought 
hard about what I was doing in the past on this 
specific day. 

"Let's see... I was out all day running around. Shit! 
I'll never be able to find myself. The only place that 
I'll have any chance is to head myself off is at the 
base. The only problem is that I can't remember what 
time I got there. I think it was some time between 8:30 
and 9:00 PM, but I can't be sure. That's OK. I can do 
this. It's going to work," I said over and over as I 
tried to reassure my self. "First things first. I've 
got to get myself cleaned up a bit."

I stood up, placed my helmet on the bed, and headed 
into the bathroom. As I did, hair again fell in my face 
reminding me that over the past six hours, my body 
transformation hadn't done much slowing down. My heart 
pounded heavily as I turned on the light in the 
bathroom. 

I didn't want to look at my face first... I was afraid. 
So I decided to take off the 'suit' first. The 'suit' 
was so big on me that the contour of my body was 
completely hidden behind it. First I pulled off my 
gloves. It seemed so strange. The hands I looked at 
were no longer mine. They were so thin and delicate... 
and with nails at least an inch long. 

I started to hyperventilate as I reach up to unzip the 
front of my suit. I decided to do it quickly. Somehow I 
thought that it might be easier on me. So with my eyes 
closed, I unzipped it down to my waist and allowed the 
loose fabric to fall off my shoulders and arms to leave 
my entire upper torso bare. "OK Stephan... take a deep 
breath... everything's going to be all right." 

I open my eyes and reeled back against the wall in a 
combination of shock and horror. "Jesus... NO!" I 
shrieked in a high pitched voice. "I've got tits!" I 
reached up and grabbed them. They seemed absolutely 
huge to me. My tiny hands couldn't even fit around 
them. I cupped them, allowing their full weight to rest 
their momentarily. I instinctively raised my head to 
look at my reflection in the mirror. 

"Oh my God!" My voice trembled. I had completely 
changed. As I looked hard at the face in the mirror, I 
could still see myself. It's just that my old self was 
softened. My features slightly changed... now so 
feminine and delicate. Behind the full lips, high cheek 
bones, dainty nose, and flowing blonde hair... it was 
still me. I again gazed down at my naked torso. 

My breasts stuck out from my thin, almost bony, body 
like two balloons. I touched them lightly with my 
fingers. Then instinctively, I started kneading them in 
disbelief. They were so solid and firm. The nipples 
seemed so big, so hard. My eyes traveled downward 
looking over my impossibly thin waist and smooth 
stomach. 

The sight of my 'silver suit' hanging precariously over 
my broad hips sent another chill through my body. "Oh 
my god," I gasped as I realized what might be there (or 
not be there) when I took off the rest of my suit. 

I knew one thing. I should have had one hell of a hard 
on about now... but I felt nothing. I tried to 
concentrate, to see if I could feel my cock. But still 
nothing. I slowly unzipped the rest of my 'suit' and 
let it drop to the floor. I was simply speechless. My 
cock was gone! Nothing left but some sparse blond pubic 
hair. 

I spread my legs apart a bit and noticed a familiar 
looking geometry. It was just that I wasn't used to 
seeing it on myself! I slowly moved my hand down my 
flat stomach and in between my legs. My fingers slid 
into a damp slit. I quickly pulled it back as if I had 
just touched a hot stovetop. I looked at my wet hand 
before me. I raised it to my face and inhaled. 

The smell that greeted me was again familiar. I slowly 
reached my hand back down to my new vagina and started 
to explore some more. Before I knew it I was panting in 
excitement. The feelings were so new and so different. 
I slid to the floor and began to masturbate. 

With one hand rubbing my tits and the other my 
clitoris, it wasn't long before I was shuttering with 
pleasure. As my orgasm subsided, I shook... and then 
began to cry. "Please god... please. Just let me get my 
old body back," I prayed. "I don't want to be a 
woman... I just want to be myself again." 

After a few minutes, I got up and showered. As I did, I 
continued to pray, hoping that somehow, God would have 
mercy on me.

While drying myself off, I tried to make sense of 
everything. "How could I have materialized on the wrong 
date?" I wondered. "Perhaps my genetic imprint was off 
by enough that it caused some type of malfunction. 
Well, at least I got here... that's all that really 
matters." 

I was distracted by my own reflection in the mirror. It 
seemed so strange to see someone else's reflection 
there, moving just as I did. It made it seem even 
stranger that it was a reflection of the other sex. I 
again became transfixed by the sight of breasts 
protruding from my chest. I once more held them in 
wonderment. 

"Well Stephan. It seems like we've got a bit of a 
problem here. I don't think any of my clothes are going 
to fit this body of mine here." 

One thing was for sure. I definitely knew that if I 
didn't make myself look presentable, my old self 
wouldn't take my new self seriously enough to even give 
me the time of day. I had to find something to wear 
besides my old male clothes. I went to my dresser 
drawer and pulled out an envelope where I usually kept 
some extra cash. I found slightly over two hundred 
bucks. 

"Shit! That's not enough... and I have absolutely no 
access to any other money while I look like this." 

Then it dawned on me. "Lisa's stuff! I wonder if I can 
use that?!" My sometimes girlfriend had gone out to 
dinner with me for my birthday a few weeks ago. She had 
inadvertently forgotten her clothing and overnight bag 
when she left in the morning. I ran to the closet and 
grabbed her things. 

"Hmmm, if this dress fits..." It was a black and white 
floral party dress that came to about mid-thigh. "A 
little formal, but it'll work." I thought. 

I laid it on the bed and opened her overnight bag. I 
gulped hard at the sight of her lingerie inside. "I 
never thought I'd see the day that I'd ever be putting 
this stuff on," I said aloud. 

I picked up a pair of white silk and lace thong 
panties. "Oh great, it figures she had to wear a thong 
that night." I moaned in exasperation. It seemed so 
small, like it wouldn't cover anything. But I guess I 
didn't have much that needed to be covered right now 
anyway. I found the front and stepped into it. It felt 
so strange to feel the fabric moving up my smooth legs. 
I squatted slightly with my legs apart and pulled them 
up over my hips. 

I felt it expand tightly over my new form. I turned to 
look at my rear in the mirror. All that was visible was 
a small triangle of cloth above my cheeks. From their, 
the tiny thong disappeared between my full ass to 
reaper again in the shape of another tiny triangle 
barely covering my smooth crotch in the front. In fact, 
my sparse golden pubic hair was visible through the 
lace floral pattern. The sides arched high above my 
protruding hips. 

"Oh my GOD!" I gasped. It was a sight I'd seen many 
times before. In fact. It looked exactly like the sight 
I'd seen just a few weeks before, on Lisa! It was no 
different than any other woman's pussy I'd ever seen, 
smooth and flat The only problem was that it was now on 
me!

Again I reached into the bag. This time pulling out her 
lacy matching bra. I looked at the size. It was a 36 C. 
Fortunately, it hooked in the front... so I slipped my 
arms through the straps and pulled it up over my 
shoulders. I pulled the fabric down and over my bare 
breasts. I struggled to get it hooked, but I finally 
did. It was way too tight. 

"Fuck. That's just great I thought." I tried to loosen 
the straps and try again, but it was no use, it just 
wasn't going to fit. I discarded it on the bed and 
hoped that I could wear the dress braless. I next 
unraveled some black stockings. I curled them up and 
placed my foot inside. I pulled them up my legs to 
their stopping point, just below my crotch. 

The cool tight panty hose felt so different, so strange 
to me. I next unbuttoned the dress and slid it on. At 
least it seemed to be my size. As I buttoned up the 
front, the waist contracted to fit snugly to my thin 
waist. My wide hips and rounded ass filled the fairly 
tight fitting skirt with a curvaceous silhouette. 
Fortunately, I was able to button the front over my 
large breasts. They filled the top of my dress with a 
shape that would cause any man to stare lustfully. 

My slightly pointed and up turned nipples made a 
ghostly imprint in the fabric alluding to what was 
contained behind it. I turned to look at myself in the 
mirror. It was almost unfathomable what I saw. As I 
looked myself over, it became apparent that my hair was 
going to be a problem. I had absolutely no experience 
in styling hair like this. Then I had an idea, I had 
plenty of time, so I thought I'd let a professional 
handle this mess. 

I took a brush to it, found an old rubber band, and 
pulled it into a pony tail. "At least that will hold it 
for a while." I thought. I went to the closet and 
slipped on Lisa's black low heels. They pinched my toes 
tightly. "Great, they're to small too," I said in 
exasperation. "I guess I have to buy some new shoes as 
well, but for now, these will have to do." I grabbed my 
money, threw it in Lisa's purse, and was on my way.

As I exited my apartment building, I was acutely aware 
of the looks that I was getting from people. Its just 
that as a man, I wasn't used to being checked out by 
everyone passing by. 

This is so humiliating, I thought. I sure didn't help 
matters that my braless tits bounced seductively with 
each and every step that I took. All I wanted to do was 
to grab them with both hands and restrain them, but I 
quickly came to my senses. I raised my hand and quickly 
hailed a cab. Once inside I told the driver to take me 
to the Metro Mall on the outskirts of town.

When I arrived, all I wanted to do was to get this hair 
fixed and get the hell out of there. I couldn't stand 
all of the stares I was getting. Seeing things from the 
other side, all I could think was, "My god, men are so 
obvious when they stare!

It actually made me sick to my stomach to think that 
other men were checking me out. I knew what they where 
thinking. What was also strange was that women were 
checking me out too. "How can women take living like 
this?" I wondered. All of the looks made me feel self 
conscious, almost as if somehow people could really see 
that I was still a man. 

I nervously turned and gazed at myself in a storefront 
window. The sight of my jiggling breasts greeted me to 
remind me that nobody was going to peg me for a man! 
Finally, I made it to a Women's shoe store. "9 West... 
that looks like it will do just fine."

I was greeted by a young lady about my age. "Good 
afternoon Ms. Is there something that I can help you 
find today?"

"Well, actually yes. I'd like to find another pair of 
shoes similar to what I'm wearing. These have gotten a 
little small for me," I said.

She guided me over to a display and showed me several 
similar styles.

"Do you have a preference for any?" She asked.

"No not really," I said. "Why don't you just pick out a 
couple and I'll try them on to see which ones I like."

"All right. Give me a minute, I'll be right back. What 
size do you wear?" She asked.

"That's a good question," I responded. I kicked off my 
right shoe and looked at the size. "These are size 8... 
so I guess maybe an 8 r or 9?"

"Sure, I'll bring both. Be right back." She turned and 
went to the stock room.

I sat down on the bench and kicked off my other shoe. 
"God that feels good," I thought. I leaned back and 
relaxed. "Those fucking things were killing me." In a 
few moments, she returned carrying several boxes.

"Here we are," She said.

I slid to the front of the bench and started to bend 
down to try on a pair.

"Here. Let me get those for you," she insisted. She 
knelt down on the floor in front of me and opened a 
box. As she leaned forward to slip the shoe on my foot. 
I noticed that she glanced upward for a moment. What 
awaited her was a full view of my crotch between my 
open legs.

"Oh my god!" I thought. "I'm sitting like a fucking 
guy!" My legs were spread apart at a fairly large 
angle, exposing everything that I had, or didn't have, 
to the world! I clinched my thighs together in reflex.

"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed," I said to the girl as 
my face turned bright red.

"That's OK, really. Every once in a while I forget that 
I'm wearing a dress too. Besides, no harm done. I 
didn't see anything that I haven't seen before," she 
said nonchalantly. 

"I know... but still... I'm so embarrassed. Please 
forgive me," I said.

"Oh stop. Don't worry about it. Honest," she said while 
giving me an innocent smile.

After my blushing had faded, I settled on a pair of 
shoes. I paid for them and decided to wear them out.

"Thank you ma'am. Please come back again," she said as 
she handed me my receipt.

"Thank you. Bye now," I said as I walked out of the 
store. I made my way to the mall directory and found a 
Hair Saloon with some fancy French name. I didn't need 
to be picky, so I didn't look for anything else. A 
short walk and an escalator ride later, and I was 
there.

I walked inside the fancy salon and immediately felt 
out of place. At first I wanted to just turn around and 
run away from this, but I came to my senses and decided 
to stick it out. An obviously feminine man behind the 
counter greeted me.

"Hello miss, is there something I can do to help you?" 
He asked. 

I explained that I had a date tonight and was 
interested in making myself look presentable. He looked 
at the appointment book, smiled and informed me that 
someone would be freed up shortly and that they would 
be able to take care of things for me.

After about a half hour wait I was starting to get 
nervous about the time when a beautiful young brunette 
came to fetch me. After explaining my situation and my 
tight time schedule again, she suggested that they 
could also do my makeup and give me a manicure and 
still get me out of here by 7:00 PM or so. That still 
gave me an hour and a half to get over to the base. 
That wouldn't be a problem, so I agreed. I tried to 
keep assuring myself that this was all necessary and 
that it would all be over soon. "Just hang in there." I 
told myself.

The time flew by quickly. And when all of the different 
women were done, I was stunned at my appearance. I was 
simply beautiful. My hair, my face... I was a total 
knockout by both male and female standards. I got up, 
straightened out my dress and gazed at the total 
package.

"Well, what do you think?" the young lady said. 

"Amazing... simply amazing," I said slowly while 
staring in disbelief.

"Well, that's a pretty unique compliment!" she laughed. 
"But I'll take it!"

I finally broke my gaze and walked up front to pay. 

"Damn. That was expensive!" I thought as I forked over 
almost $120 bucks. I thanked the young woman, gave her 
a tip, and hurried on my way.

After my makeover, I was even more self conscious about 
how I looked and felt. Again, I kept telling myself 
that this was the only way that I'd ever get a chance 
to talk with my old self. If I looked like some kind of 
a loser, there was no chance that I'd ever come off as 
convincing. "Not too much longer, just another few 
hours like this and everything should be back to 
normal."

Once outside, I hailed another taxi.

"Good evening lady," The driver said.

"Hi," I responded. "I need to get to the military base 
out near Route 16... it's just before you get to Port 
Jensen. Have you been there before?" I asked.

"Never dropped anyone off their before, but I know 
where it is," he responded.

"Good, I'm in a pretty big hurry. If you get me their 
fast, there's an extra $50 bucks in it for you. OK?" 

"Sure Lady. I'll do my best," he said. And with that, 
we were off.

Along the way, he was trying to make some idle chit 
chat, but I was hardly in the mood. I just kept going 
over and over in my mind what I was going to say. All I 
knew was that I couldn't frighten him off. I remained 
deep in thought until I was snapped out of it by a loud 
noise.

B-A-N-G !

"What was that?!" I yelled.

"I think we just had a tire blowout," he said shortly 
as he pulled over to the side of the road.

"How long is this going to take to fix?" I said 
hysterically. "I've got to be there in 20 minutes!"

"I'm sorry lady. There's nothing I can do. I've got to 
change it, then I'll get you there as soon as 
possible." 

"We're not going to make it," I said under my breath. I 
was panicked. I got out of the car.

"Hey lady? What are you doing?" the man yelled over the 
sound of passing traffic.

"Hitchhiking!" I yelled back. 

He tried to talk me out of it, but I hardly heard a 
word he said. After 10 minutes or so, a woman in about 
her mid-forties pulled over and asked if there was a 
problem. I told her that we had just had a flat and 
that I was panicked to make my appointment at the base. 

Perhaps it was because I sounded sincere, or perhaps 
because I looked like a woman, the lady offered me a 
ride. Before I jumped in I asked the driver to meet me 
there anyway. I paid him and told him that I'd give him 
his 50 bucks when he showed to pick me up. He nodded 
and I quickly turned and jumped into the woman's car. 

She tried to hurry, but she just wasn't a very 
aggressive driver. We finally got there. I thanked her 
and stepped out of the car near a bench that was some 
20 feet from the main entry checkpoint. She asked if 
I'd be all right. I told her I'd be fine and thanked 
her again.

As she pulled away, I looked down at my watch. It was 
8:37 PM. My heart was pounding. I decided to wait a few 
more minutes to see if my former self pulled up to the 
entrance at the checkpoint. There I would intercept him 
and ask if we could talk. Knowing myself, I knew that I 
would say yes to such an attractive woman. From there, 
I just had to sell myself and my story.

I paced back and forth, nothing. It was 8:47. Minutes 
seemed like hours. I was nervous and scared. "What if I 
missed him? What if I was too late and he's already 
inside?!" I decided that I had to do something. I 
started walking over to the checkpoint. Private 
Thompson saw me approach and stepped outside. "I'm 
sorry ma'am, but this is a restricted area." 

"I understand that," I said. "I'm here to see 
Lieutenant Starr. Has he arrived yet?"

"Maybe," Private Johnson said.

"Maybe? What does that mean?" I asked shortly. 

"What is your relation with the lieutenant ma'am? Was 
he expecting you?" He said.

"Look, I've never really met him. It's just extremely 
important that I talk with him. Please call him and ask 
him to come out to the gate." I pleaded. "Look. I've 
got to talk to him. Just let me speak with him on the 
phone. Please... please... I'll do ANYTHING... please 
just help me." I was begging.

"All right ma'am. Come inside. Let's see what we can 
do," he responded.

I was too upset and then relieved to have noticed how 
he was looking at me, checking me out. Little did I 
realize that I had just uttered some words that had 
spelled my doom.

As I walked inside the checkpoint, Private Smith stood 
up and checked me out as well. 

Private Johnson spoke, addressing the other guard. "Our 
little friend here wants to talk with Lieutenant Starr. 
She said she'd do 'anything' if I helped her out. What 
do you think about that Tom?" "Any thing? Well it must 
be pretty important then huh?" he said while smirking.

It was then that I realized what the two men we're 
driving at. Perhaps it was because I was so dressed up, 
perhaps because I was alone, but somehow he must have 
mistaken me for a prostitute.

"Wait a minute guys!" I yelled. "What he hell are you 
two thinking of here?!"

"Just a little 'trick' before we call your boyfriend 
honey," Private Johnson said. It can be pretty lonely 
sitting out here all night, just Tom and me." A 
disgusting smirk came to his face. 

"There's no way guys! Just no fucking way! I'm not a 
prostitute... I'm just here to see Lieutenant Starr," I 
said angrily.

"Suit yourself ma'am," he said. "Now why don't you just 
run along before I call the MP's... OK?"

His words caused my mind to spin. What was I to do? I'd 
had to have them call him. There was no choice. 
Otherwise, I'd be stuck in this chicks body for the 
rest of my life. I swallowed hard and was sickened by 
the words that were about to come from my mouth.

"OK," I said softly while looking down at the floor.

"What did you say young lady? He asked.

"I said OK. I'll do it. But you've got to swear that 
you'll call Lieutenant Starr when we're done. Have we 
got a deal?" 

A smile came across both of there faces. "You got it 
babe," Private Johnson said.

The next thing I knew was that I was being fondled. I 
recoiled out of instinct.

"What's the matter babe? A little shy?" he laughed. 

I grit my teeth and allowed them to continue. Within a 
minute, I was on the floor with one of them licking my 
pussy through my panties. The other pulled open my 
dress, exposing my large tits. "Nice... very nice." I 
heard him say. He fondled them and then bent over to 
suck them. 

Even though this whole scene was making me sick. It was 
impossible to ignore the sensations flowing throughout 
my body. I was disgusted, but yet turned on. Without 
even noticing it, my thong was ripped off. The next 
thing I felt was a cool tongue licking my hot wet 
vagina. I purred and shuttered in reflex. I closed my 
eyes enjoying the new sensations. My moans of pleasure 
lasted for only a few seconds as I sensed something 
near my face. 

I opened my eyes and gasped just in time to see Private 
Smith squatting over my face and lowering his cock down 
into my mouth. Before I could do anything to stop him, 
he had my arms pinned on the floor behind my head. He 
drove his cock deep into my throat. I tried to tell him 
to stop, but the muffled sound of my voice was 
indistinguishable. 

It was so big... I felt like I was going to choke. In a 
few moments, my moans of protest turned into groans of 
pleasure. Concurrently, my pussy felt like it was going 
to explode from the oral sex that Private Johnson was 
giving me. He rolled me over and spread my legs apart. 
I knew what was coming next but was unprepared for the 
sensation. 

I shrieked in delight as his throbbing cock filled the 
new void between my legs. Knelling, he started pumping 
me back and forth. Again my pleasure was interrupted by 
a huge cock stuffed back into my mouth. But this time, 
there was no disgust... my body had taken over. 

I actually WANTED it in my mouth. I sucked it as hard 
and fast as I could. My long golden hair covering my 
face as I bobbed my head vigorously back and forth. My 
large tits swung freely from my opened dress slapping 
together with every thrust. Within a minute or two I 
felt Johnson tense up. 

Before I could orgasm, I felt the warm rush of semen 
spurting deep within my pussy. Just then, he jerked 
away suddenly. "A car. Someone's coming! Quick, you two 
stay low... below the countertop. I'll take care of 
this."

With that, Smith pulled his dick out of my mouth just 
as I felt my own orgasm starting to build. We both 
ducked down below the countertop as Johnson jumped up 
on the stool so as to be visible from the outside. 
While on the floor, Smith started fingering my aching 
pussy. 

I uncontrollably straddled his face and lowered my 
dripping crotch down to his mouth. As he ate it, I 
found his cock right in front of my face. Without 
thought, I plunged my head down over his shaft and 
started blow him like a slut. My orgasm was building 
again. 

Soon my entire body was on fire. It hit me like a ton 
of bricks. A encompassing wave unlike anything I'd ever 
felt before swept through my body. In the background, I 
could hear Private Johnson talking to the vehicle 
outside. 

For whatever reason, some of his words snapped me out 
my state of ecstasy... kind of a de-ja-vu experience. 
Somewhere, I had heard them before. Private Johnson was 
yelling out the window... "Not tonight sir if you don't 
mind... I twisted my knee this afternoon and I'm having 
a hard time getting around right now."

Chills raced up and down my spine as my mind tried to 
place the familiar words. Suddenly, I felt Smith's cock 
tense up in my mouth. Before I could react to either 
situation, hot liquid was spurting into my mouth. I 
gagged as he held my head firmly in place. 

I had no choice but to swallow as much as I could... 
the rest oozed out my mouth around his cock. Then, as I 
tried to pry myself away from him, everything snapped 
into focus. My body froze as my mind raced to decipher 
it all. I REMEMBERED where I had heard those words 
before. 

I heard them on THIS very same night a couple of days 
ago. Only I had heard them from the car that had just 
pulled away outside! Now I knew why neither Private 
Johnson nor Private Smith came out to my car that 
night... it was because my future self was to busy 
fucking them! 

I'd lost my chance. These guys never had any intention 
of calling him before... and they certainly weren't 
going to call him now. I was just some cheap slut that 
they had used to their advantage. 

I had nobody to blame but myself. I was the one who was 
late, and I was the one who panicked because of it. It 
was my choice to come in here... my choice to have sex 
with them... and my own fault that I blew my only 
chance to warn myself of my impending doom.

It was then, as I sat there dazed with my pussy exposed 
and cum dripping out of my mouth, that I realized that 
I had actually made a very important discovery. Time 
could actually never be changed. It was all 
interconnected... it was just one big loop that played 
over and over again. It was actually impossible to 
CHANGE time. We were all just along for the ride. 

I looked down and cupped my huge tits in my tiny hands. 
I began to cry as I realized that this was my fate. I 
was trapped... displaced from my own time in a body 
that should never have been mine in the first place. 
Done in by my own selfish actions... I had paid a dear 
price. 

For the rest of my life, I'd be trapped in the body of 
a woman.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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