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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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