Subject:      NEW TG: Miss-placed (1/?) by Stephanie
From:         Stephanie <stephanie@nym.alias.net>
Date:         1996/11/15
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                     TG: Miss-placed (1/?)

        So here is the start of my next story. Thanks to Marie who

suggested the title. Hopefully I'm back to my regular schedule of one
new episode every two weeks or so.

        My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525.
There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are
archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put
a similar page up on that site, let me know.

        As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.

                       Miss-placed Part One
                               by
                            Stephanie


        "You chose WHERE?!" asked Julian in utter surprise.

        "Dodge City. They've got some very good deals at the moment,"
replied his colleague, Tony.

        "Are you mad?" exclaimed Julian, "I want to go on vacation, not
get massacred by a bunch of homicidal androids!"

        "I'm going as well," said Tony, "I want to live long into old
age, so I wouldn't risk my life simply for some excitement, would I?"

        Julian was beginning to regret leaving the arranging of his
upcoming vacation to Tony. Much to Julian's surprise and apprehension,
Tony had booked them into a two-week stay in the robot-populated pleasure
town, Dodge City. Five years ago, the two friends wouldn't have been able
to afford a single day there. That had been before a huge failure in the
central mainframe had sent the androids on a murderous spree that had
killed nearly fifty guests in the fake wild-west town. Dodge City had
only reopened a few months earlier, and bookings were understandably
scarce.

        "But what if the robots start killing again?" Julian protested.

        "Last time, the management of Dodge City barely avoided jail. If
it happened again, they'd be shut away for a very long time. So they'd
make absolutely sure the guests were perfectly safe before reopening the
place, wouldn't they?"

        "That does makes sense." Julian admitted.

        Tony could tell Julian was warming to the idea. "Also, they have
a new system that totally protects us from anything short of a missile
strike."

        "What's that?"

        "You'll see," replied Tony with a smug grin.

                *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

        Dodge City had been built out in an area that was still virtually
unpopulated. Julian had plenty of time on the ground-skimmer flight to
watch the guide to the Wild West town.

        "Welcome to Dodge City!" chirped the terminally happy female
voice. "Where the past springs into life!"

        Images of Dodge City in action appeared on the 3DTV. "Here, you
can indulge in your fantasies. You can be a Sheriff or a bank robber. You
can do whatever you want, in total safety, knowing that it is impossible
to be hurt."

        The scene changed to a clean, white room. Along one wall were
beds. Each one was encased in a perspex cylinder. "This is thanks to our
revolutionary new virtual-reality system. Now, I know what you're
thinking, 'I don't want to wear rubber suits and bulky headgear.' Well,
with our new Reality System you don't have to. While your body sleeps,
your mind is connected to an android body designed to be identical to
your real body in every single way. You will find it totally impossible
to tell that the artificial body is not your own."

        Julian paused the guide and turned to Tony. "I still can't see
how they can afford technology like this. I mean this is cutting-edge
stuff."

        "At these prices, they can't," replied Tony, "but the price will
go up when it catches on." He glanced out at the landscape flashing by
out the window. "So what are you going to be, Julian? White hat or black
hat?"

        "Huh?" Julian replied, totally mystified.

        "In the old 2d movies, and I mean the really old ones, you could
always tell who was the bad guy because he wore a black hat. The good guy
would always wear a white hat."

        "Well, defending law and order might be okay, but I'd much rather
rob a bank."

        Tony smiled, "My thoughts exactly! This is going to be a blast!"

        Three rows behind Julian and Tony, Gareth McCall was feeding the
last bits of data into his palmtop computer. He was looking forward to
Dodge City more than anyone on the flight.

        Dodge City advertised itself as a place with no limits. Of
course, that was only an illusion, as Gareth had learned when he had
first booked his stay in the newly reopened pleasure village. This had
not been his first visit to the fake Wild West town. He had been there
just three weeks before the tragedy that had shut it down.

        He had enjoyed his stay immensely and was more than satisfied
with the vacation. One thing, however, had caught his eye more than
anything else. One of the android gunslingers. It was dressed all in
black with a shaved head and a piercing gaze. It lost all its fights with
guests, of course, exactly as it was programmed to do, but Gareth was
still deeply impressed by it. He could still remember how it had stalked
through the town as if it had owned the place.

        Gareth had been entranced by it and ever since that first visit
he had imagined himself as that gunslinger, striding through the wild
west striking fear into all he passed.

        So, when the first adverts for the new Dodge City were published,
Gareth was first in line to book a place. With the new Total Reality
system, he could actually BE the gunslinger he admired so much.

        Unfortunately, he had been disappointed. The travel agent had
told him that guests were only allowed to inhabit android bodies made to
look exactly the same as their natural ones. Despite his pleading, the
travel agent had said no.

        Gareth had booked a place anyway, and then had returned home to
plan a way around this problem. After several months of hacking and
pushing his computer programming talents to their limits, he was sure
that he had the answer. Dodge City's security system was not as strong
as it should have been. He had managed to slip several small programs
into their computers. When he was connected to his android body, these
hidden programs would redirect him into the gunslinger's body instead.

        He also hoped they'd be able to disguise his location for the
remainder of the holiday. He wasn't certain it would work, but he had to
try before the system was made more secure and his chance was lost.

        He shut down his computer. He wished that the skimmer would
hurry up and get to Dodge City. He couldn't wait to become the
ultra-cool gunslinger.

                *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

        When they landed, the guests were processed quickly and
efficiently. They were led through a series of corridors to a lecture
theatre where they were given an orientation talk. Julian had been quite
impressed by how high-tech and efficient the organization seemed to be.

        The talk, given by a cheerful blonde woman, essentially covered
the same ground as the in-flight guide had. Julian found it rather
odd to think that somewhere else in the building was an android which
looked exactly like him.

        He tried to concentrate on what the woman, who had a name badge
with Sylvia written on it, was saying. "Finally, you'll find telephones
built into the tables by your beds in your hotel rooms. Please feel free
to use them if you have any questions or problems during your stay. Now,
does anyone have any questions?"

        Julian raised his hand, "Why do the android bodies have to look
exactly like our real bodies?"

        "Well," she replied, "our reason for using this system is one of
safety. Your real body will be totally protected here. There is no real
problem with controlling a body different than your real one, but we do
find some people get a little disoriented, which can distract from your
enjoyment."

        Someone else asked, "Can we shoot each other?"

        A ripple of laughter went round the hall. "You can. The android
bodies have a very carefully-designed set of pain sensors. You'll be
unable to feel any pain, and your android's bodies are very strong. I
think you'll find that you'll be working together against the various
computer-controlled androids. If you do want to fight each other, please
make sure that both of you want to do it. If you are shot, you'll go
'unconscious' for the short time it'll take our skilled technicians to
repair your android body, so you needn't worry about missing any of your
vacation."

        She stood up. "If there are no further questions, please
follow me down to the room where you'll be spending the next two weeks."

        They were led down under the building to a long antiseptic room.
This was the sleep chamber Julian had seen in the guide. The long room
was broken up into three sections. Two sections were fully occupied with
guests already enjoying their vacation. The third section stood ready to
receive the new guests. There were about half a dozen men and women in
white coats ready to put them into the sleep chambers.

        The woman opened the case around one of the beds. "These are
standard suspended-animation chambers. While your body is here, your mind
will be connected straight to your android body. Your body will be looked
after by some of the finest doctors and, highly unlikely though it is,
should anything happen we have a fully equipped operating theatre."

        Julian was impressed. Tony had been right when he had said that
Dodge City wasn't taking any risks at all.

        "So who'll be first?" asked the woman.

        Julian decided to let someone else go first, just to see how it
was done. It was fairly uneventful, which was fine as far as Julian was
concerned. The volunteer laid down on the bed and had four small
electrodes taped onto his head. Then the chamber was closed and switched
on.

        A doctor checked the readouts on the side of the chamber and
then nodded. The woman turned to the guests and said, "That's all there
is to it. You'll go to sleep here and then wake up in your hotel room in
Dodge City."

        Quickly and efficiently, the guests were prepared for their Wild
West experience. Julian felt himself falling deeply asleep almost as soon
as his chamber was closed.

        "Are they all under?" asked Sylvia.

        "Yep, all ready to be put into the androids," replied the chief
doctor.

        "Thank God! If I had to keep that inane smile on my face a second
longer I'd have gone mad. I hate dealing with the public," she replied
grumpily.

        "Then why do you do it?"

        "More cutbacks, all this technology costs. I'm still trying to
convince the management we need a full-time PA here. Well, I'd better
get back to the Control Room. Try not to kill any of them."

        The doctor smiled, "I'll do my best."

        The computer began making the links between each of the guests
and their duplicate android bodies. Halfway through this sequence, it was
informed by another program that one of the guests was to be re-routed to
another body. This curious request had top priority and the computer had
to hastily rearrange other parts of its main program to comply.

                *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

        Gareth slowly rose to consciousness and looked at the ceiling. He
was in Dodge City! He lay still for several long seconds. This was the
moment of truth. Had all the weeks of planning been wasted?

        He closed his eyes and sat up. His body felt different, or was
that just his imagination? He opened his eyes and saw his reflection in a
small mirror. A bald head, magnificent features and those starring eyes.

        He had made it! It had worked! He grinned and liked what he saw.
He was already dressed in the all black outfit. He stood and picked up
his black hat. Then he practiced drawing his gun a few times.

        This was going to be so good! He walked over to the window and
looked out at the people going by. He hurried out of his room and down
the stairs. Just before he left the hotel he composed himself and tried
to look mean. Then he opened the door and stalked down the main street.

        Gareth was gratified to see the men and women hurriedly getting
out of the way as we walked past. They were nearly all computer
controlled androids, but Gareth felt a swell of satisfaction anyway. This
was going to be a vacation like no other.

        As Gareth was exploring Dodge City, another new arrival was
waking up. He opened his eyes and looked up. The ceiling was painted a
light pink, and it took Julian a few seconds to remember where he was.
If everything had worked, he should have been transferred to his android
double in the hotel room he would share with Tony over the next two
weeks. Their budget hadn't stretched to two single rooms.

        He looked to the right, feeling the pillow rustling under his
head as he did so. He was next to the window, which was surrounded by a
very frilly pink curtain.

        Julian frowned, that didn't fit into the image of a run-down
hotel this was supposed to be. He looked to the left, expecting to see
Tony, but there wasn't another bed in the room, just a gaudy dressing
table covered with what looked like cosmetics. Where the hell was Tony?

        He shifted in the bed and felt something tickle his calves. It
was like something was wrapped around his legs. He pulled a hand out of
the bed and focused his bleary eyes on it. It didn't feel like he was in
an android body, but something felt odd.

        As he brought his arm into focus he gasped in shock. It was much
smaller than his own arm, and ended in a slender hand tipped with long,
carefully-shaped nails.

        This wasn't his arm. This wasn't even a man's arm, it was a...

        Julian's piercing shriek cut through Dodge City.




                       Miss-placed Part Two
                               by
                            Stephanie



        Julian lay in the bed shivering with his eyes screwed shut. He
could still see the image of his strangely changed arm in his mind. He
was supposed to have been put into an exact android copy of his own body
for his vacation, but something had obviously gone very wrong.

        The arm he now possessed was less muscular than he was use to.
The dark hairs on it had gone and the nails were longer and shaped. In
short, it was a woman's arm.

        Julian tried to calm down. Dodge City boasted state of the art
technology. It was impossible for them to have made a mistake this big.
It was probably just some hallucination caused by his transference into
the android body. All he had to do was lie still for a few minutes until
his senses cleared.

        Despite his best efforts, Julian couldn't believe his own
explanation. The rest of his body felt...odd. The android body was
supposed to feel exactly the same as his real one, but it didn't. His
curiosity was getting the better of him. He had to see whether his arm
was still as feminine as his first glance had suggested.

        Cautiously, he opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. It
was still a distinctly un-cowboyish pink. This wasn't a good sign. He
brought his hand slowly into his field of vision. Julian winced when he
saw it. It was still very feminine.

        He knew for certain now that this wasn't some delusion, but why
did he have a female arm? Did someone in the assembly area put the wrong
arm on the android when it was being prepared for him?

        He lifted his other arm into view. It was a mirror of his other
arm and equally as feminine. He brought his hands together and felt his
slim fingers and long nails. The sheets of the bed he was in bunched up
uncomfortably around his chest as he did so.

        He glanced down and thought for a second that there was a
ludicrous amount of sheets on the bed. Then he realised that the bulge
was being caused not by the sheets, but by what was under them.

        Julian fixed his eyes on the ceiling again and he shivered in
fear. For the first time it occurred to him that rather than his body
just having the wrong limbs, his whole body could be wrong. This is not
happening, he kept telling himself mentally.

        He slipped one of his unfamiliar hands under the covers and
placed it on his stomach. His body was covered in a soft fabric. His
lower torso also felt more rounded than he remembered.

        Slowly he ran his hand up to his chest where it ran into an
unmistakable obstruction. He could feel them rising and falling as he
breathed small, frightened gasps. He moved his hand over the swell of
one of the obstructions until he reached it's sensitive tip.

        There could be no denying what they were. He could feel his hand
resting on them. In one violent motion he flung back the sheets and
revealed his two large breasts barely contained by a white cotton
night-dress. Julian's head span and he felt faint. He found it almost
impossible to accept that the slim feminine body was now his.

        Gingerly, he held his new breasts. His breasts! It felt so
strange to actually be able to feel them being held. He remembered the
various time's he had touched his girlfriend's breasts. He had never
thought that one day he'd have two of his own.

        He became aware of two points pushing into his hands and he
pulled away them away. His nipples seemed huge to him and extraordinarily
sensitive. Even the sensation of the cotton night-dress brushing over
them was turning him on.

        His arousal was damped considerably by the strange feelings
coming from his groin. It felt a little like an erection, but he couldn't
feel it pressing against the sheets. Julian knew what had to be down
there, but he couldn't quite face it. Breasts were bad enough, but to
lose his manhood as well?

        He tried to send a hand down to investigate his new anatomy, but
he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could this happen, he wondered
with increasing fear. All he had wanted was a simple vacation and now it
had all gone horribly wrong.

        Calm yourself, he told himself. This is just a glitch, an error.
All I have to do is contact the control staff and they'll fix the problem
in no time. Julian thought back to the speech he and the other guests had
been given when they had arrived in Dodge City. A telephone was
discretely built into the bedside tables in all the guestrooms.

        So all he had to do was explain he had been put in the android
body intended for a female guest and they'd sort out the problem in no
time.

        He pulled back the sheets further and climbed slowly out of the
bed, all the time trying to ignore the very strange sensations coming
from his body. It felt so strange to have two large, sensitive pillows of
flesh on his chest, bobbing and swaying with every motion. His hips were
much wider and the absence between his legs was very disturbing to him.

        Julian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the table. His
vision was obscured by something in front of his eyes. He reached up and
pulled long blonde hair from his face. All his life he had never had his
hair longer than two inches, now it felt like he had two feet of hair.
It was surprisingly heavy and he could feel it spilling down his back.

        He pushed the hair back over his head and looked for the panel
and the recessed controls. They weren't there. He pulled the draws out
turned the table over in increasing desperation. It simply wasn't there.
Julian stood up and glared at the table. Why the hell did they say each
bedside table would have one when it wasn't true?

        He saw a slight movement out of the corner of the eye and he
turned to confront a startled young woman staring back at him. It was
only when she duplicated his movements did he realize he was looking in
the mirror.

        My God, he thought, she's...I'm beautiful. She seemed to be about
twenty and she had flawless skin. Her face had an elegant look to it.
From what he could see through the night-dress she had a voluptuous body.
She must be a model of some sort, thought Julian. He moved closer to the
image in the mirror and felt his breasts bob as he did so. Curiosity
overcame his reluctance and he pulled the night-dress off.

        Julian gaped at the goddess reflected back from the mirror. His
breasts were not quite as large as they felt, but he was still amply
endowed. He looked down past his softly curving belly and saw the
triangular patch of blonde pubic hair. She's a true blonde, was all that
Julian's stunned mind could think.

        As he stared at the nude, and very shocked, girl in the mirror he
started to feel a little turned on. Finally, he had enough courage to
touch his new anatomy. He watched the young woman in the mirror slide a
hand slowly over the soft curve of her belly and down to the mat of
blonde hair nestled between her legs. He felt the hair against his slim
fingers. Then he touched, ever so lightly, the lips of his pussy. Even
that slight touch caused him to jump involuntarily.

        He began to feel a tingling in his nipples as they stiffened.
With his free hand he lightly rubbed them. That felt good. In fact it
felt very good. He started to massage his breast with greater confidence.
The feeling of the soft flesh under his hand felt familiar to Julian
while the sensation of his mammary being fondled was utterly alien.

        He became aware of a delicious heat spreading from his loins.
Almost without being aware of what he was doing, Julian slipped a
delicate finger into his strange new anatomy.

        A strong erotic sensation washed through him. Julian gave a long
low moan at that feeling. It felt so strange to feel something inside him
there. It was nothing like when his old girlfriend used to stick a finger
in his ass during lovemaking. He slipped another finger in beside the
first. As his fingers brushed his clit he felt a surge of passion shoot
through him and his legs almost gave way. He staggered back to the bed
and flopped down on it.

        Julian spread his legs and started to work his pussy, his
predicament forgotten for the moment. He spread his legs to give him
easier access to his sensuous new anatomy. He remembered the image of his
new body he had seen in the mirror and began to fantasize that he was
making love to her. He dreamed about climbing on top of the well-stacked
blonde and then driving his cock deep into her yielding flesh.

        One hand was now working frenetically in his vagina while the
other pulled and teased at his erect nipples. He started to imagine that
the fingers in his pussy were in fact a hot hard dick. Without realizing
it, his fantasy shifted from making love to the blonde woman to being
made love to as her. His imagination became so vivid he felt he could
almost feel the veined rod gliding in and out of his aching vagina.

        By now, Julian was riding a rollercoaster of feelings that he
simply couldn't get off. He bucked his hips, as if trying to meet the
thrusts of his imaginary lover. Then his body seemed to explode with
passion as he orgasmed.

        Julian continued to stroke his smooth body as the sensations
slowly died away. He felt rather light headed after the experience he had
just had. Was that what it was like for a woman? He felt his cheeks grow
red with embarrassment when he recalled how he had imagined having sex
with a man.

        This was getting too weird, he decided. The sooner he had this
problem sorted out the better. He slid off the bed and went over to the
window. He felt his hips swivel far more than he was used to as he did
so.

        Carefully, so as not to expose himself to those outside, he
opened the curtains and looked out. The sight that greeted him was
familiar from countless westerns he had seen. The window he was looking
from seemed to be on the second or third floor. He watched several
cowboys ride past on the unpaved main street. The local inhabitants went
about their daily business. Just down the street was the local jail and
next to that was a three story building with a large sign simply marked
Hotel on it.

        Julian recognized the building and frowned. That was where every
guest was supposed to start their vacation. So why was he in another
building across the street rather than in it? If he wasn't in the hotel
that would explain why there was no phone built into the bedside table.

        To find a phone he was going to have to get into the hotel. He
turned and headed to the door. It was only as he felt his breasts jostle
that he realized he couldn't go anywhere naked. He avoided his reflection
in the mirror as he looked around the room. In one corner was a wardrobe
made out of a form of plastic that mimicked wood very well.

        Julian opened it up and was relieved to see it was full of
clothes. His relief faded as he worked his way through them. Each one of
them was a skirt or dress. He frowned at them, this wasn't right. Dodge
City had many female guests and they played tough gun-toting cowgirls.
That was the whole point of the place. Any other role simply wouldn't be
any fun.

        So why did this guest have no riding clothes, just dresses. He
stopped at one item of clothing. Julian couldn't quite make out what
it was. It looked little like a one-piece female bathing suit, but it was
covered in hundreds of glass beads. In Julian's opinion it was quite
gaudy. He pulled it out of the wardrobe and only then noticed the long
feathers attached to the seat of the costume.

        This was some dancing girls outfit! Julian put it on the bed in
some confusion. Who'd want to go to Dodge City to become a dancing girl?
It didn't matter, all he had to worry about was getting to his proper
android body. He hated the idea of having to wear a dress, but the
alternative was far worse.

        Julian considered wearing just the dress, but he quickly became
convinced that his ample bosom needed more support. At the bottom of the
wardrobe were two drawers. Each of these were filled with underclothes.

        Julian pulled out several handfuls of silk and lace. Everything
seemed more complicated than modern lingerie, not that he'd had much
experience with that either. He finally settled on something which was
very similar to a pale blue silk slip. It buttoned up at the back and
seemed to do the job a bra was designed for.

        He tried to pull it on over his head, but he quickly realized
that his breasts weren't going to allow that. Julian managed to get it on
by stepping into it and then pulling the soft cool fabric up around his
body.

        The blue lingerie fitted very snugly to his curvy new body.
Julian bent his arms back and started trying to do up the buttons on the
back of the slip. He found it a lot harder than he expected it to be.

        After a few false attempts he managed to get all the buttons done
up correctly. He gave a sigh of relief and smoothed down the silky
garment over his skin. The slip brushed against his thighs and he
shivered. It felt weird to wear such silky soft clothes against his skin.
Even stranger was the sensation of his breasts being held by the cool
slippery fabric.

        Looking in the mirror, Julian could see his nipples clearly
through the underwear. He also felt very odd when he realized how much
cleavage he was now showing. He quickly rejected any idea of wearing
panties. There was no way he was going to wear any more female clothes
than he absolutely had to.

        Turning to the bed, he started going through the clothes looking
for a suitable dress to wear. To his annoyance most were designed to
display his generous cleavage to the world. The most demure dress he
could was a deep red one. Its hem reached to his ankles. It still bared
far too much of his bosom than he liked, but it would have to do. It
wouldn't be for long anyway.

        Julian had to step into this as well. There was some form of
corset built into it and he had to breathe in to do up the buttons. He
had even more difficulty doing the dress us than he had had with the
slip.

        By the time he had managed the final button, Julian was starting
to sweat a little from the exertion. He thought, couldn't these things be
better designed? Surely women couldn't have enjoyed wearing outfits like
that?

        He struggled to get a bit more comfortable. The dress seemed far
too tight. It didn't look too small in the mirror. In fact it looked
pretty good. His waist looked very thin, which only emphasized his hips
and bust. If only he was alone with this pretty woman rather than
actually being her.

        He tried walking in the dress and he found he had to take shorter
steps than he was used to. His feet kept stepping on the hem and tripping
him up. That reminded him of something else he needed. Shoes.

        He found some black shoes which were almost boots beside the bed.
Julian had to strain to reach the shoes to do them up thanks to his
dress, but eventually he made it. The shoes had two inch heels and Julian
was glad to be a little taller. He couldn't be sure, but he suspected his
new body was quite a bit shorter than his old one.

        He staggered unsteadily to his feet thanking God that he wasn't
born a woman in the nineteenth century. After a few minutes, he felt a
little surer on his feet, though he still had to take it slowly. He took
one last look in the mirror at the impossible beauty he had become. His
long blonde hair fell loose around his shoulders. He felt he should do
something with it, but he lacked the expertise.

        This was the moment of truth. He was as ready as he was ever
going to be. He didn't have far to go, he told himself. He would reach
his proper room and phone console in no time. Then the problem would be
sorted out.

        He stood at the bedroom door for a full five minutes, his heart
beating furiously. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, even
though none of them would be able to guess he was anything but the young
woman he appeared to be.

        Come on now, he told himself furiously, if you don't get to your
room you'll never get your proper body! With that he grasped the brass
handle of the door and opened it. The hallway outside was empty, but
Julian could here noise coming from downstairs. It sounded like dozens of
people enjoying themselves. As he walked nervously down the hallway,
Julian could make out the sound of a badly out of tune piano being
played. He was in a saloon!

        Gathering up his nerves, Julian walked forward as the hallway
turned into a balcony above the saloon. It was quite crowded as many of
the new arrivals had headed straight there. Julian looked around hoping
to see Tony in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he
was busy contacting the Dodge City staff about his friend who hadn't
woken up.

        Julian watched as a card game erupted into a fist fight between
two six-foot burly men and a fat, balding man in his fifties.
Inexplicably, the two muscled men were easily disposed of by the older
man. Spot the guest, thought Julian.

        With all the commotion going on, Julian hoped to slip through the
crowd without being noticed. He had to concentrate as he walked down the
stairs that he didn't step on his long skirt and send himself flying.

        While several people watched Julian walk down the stairs, only
one was doing so intently. Gareth was sitting at the bar after his
exploration of Dodge city. He had flung open the swing doors of the
saloon and had been gratified to see everyone stop and look and him.

        He had stalked over to the bar and the people sitting there had
quickly scurried out of his way. The last few hours had been fantastic
for him. The androids and even the guests were showing him a level of
respect he had never had before.

        He had just ordered a drink when he had noticed the woman
descending from upstairs. At first glance she had just seemed to be
another of the saloon's employees, but something about her intrigued
Gareth. All the other women there seemed far more experienced. This woman
seemed to have a degree of innocence Gareth hadn't seen anywhere else in
Dodge City. She was obviously very nervous about something. The Dodge
City management set up many stories for the entertainment of the guests.
Perhaps she was part of one. Gareth was totally entranced by the mixture
of beauty and naiveté she exuded.

        Julian was acutely aware of the bald man in black watching him
intently. He did his best to manoeuvre away from the gunslinger, which
was virtually impossible in the crowded saloon.

        As Julian walked passed the bald man nodded and said "Afternoon,
miss," to him.

        He almost stumbled as he realized he had been called 'Miss'. He
took one terrified glance at the smiling man and hurried on. Thankfully,
the man didn't seem interested in pursuing him.

        Julian had his eyes fixed on the swing doors leading out onto the
street. He had almost reached them when he felt an arm wrap around his
waist and pull him off his feet.

        He landed in the lap of a man in his twenties, who was almost
certainly another guest. Julian struggled to get up, but the man easily
held him in place.

        The man laughed, "There's no need to rush off just yet, you
beauty."

        "Let me go!" demanded Julian. His voice was as weak as he felt.
He was helpless to resist the man. "No!" he shrieked as he felt a strong
hand clamp onto his breast. His anger turned to fear as he felt a growing
lump under his ass.


		       Miss-placed Part Three
			       by
			    Stephanie

	Julian increased his efforts to get free, but to no avail. The
man's grip was too strong. Despite himself, Julian felt his breasts
reacting to the man's groping. Julian had never been in a situation even
remotely like this before, and he had no idea how to react.

	The twenty-something man said, "I can feel your nipples. They're
like spikes. We both know you want it, so why not knock off the act and
come back to my room?"

	"Let me go, please!" begged Julian. He was nearly frozen with
fear over what the man was suggesting. Julian's pleading only met with
laughter. He was dragged to his feet and over to the entrance by the man.

	"And where do you think you're going?" asked a steely voice.

	Julian looked up to see the bald gunslinger. He looked
particularly menacing, dressed all in black. He stood defiantly between
the guest and the doorway.

	The man holding Julian was taken aback by the challenge, but he
quickly regained his balance. "Out of my way, or I'll drop you where you
stand!"

	The gunslinger sneered. "What a big man you are, hiding behind a
woman!"

	The vacationer growled and flung Julian to one side. Julian
stumbled against the wall and steadied himself. He was so emotionally
shocked that all he could do was watch the developing confrontation.

	The other people in the bar moved out of the line of fire and
behind tables. They knew what was coming.

	"Draw." the gunslinger said.

	This was the guest's first gunfight since arriving in Dodge City.
He was more than a little nervous.

	"Draw!" the bald man repeated.

	The guest suddenly went for his gun. It had barely cleared his
holster when the gunslinger fired. The guest looked down at the wound in
his chest in utter surprise. "But, I'm supposed to win." was all he said
before he toppled over backwards.

	In the silence that followed, the gunslinger spun his gun and
reholstered it. He walked back to the bar. "He won't be bothering you any
more, miss." he said as he passed Julian.

	Julian was too stunned to do anything but nod in reply. He
realized that the coast was now clear, and bolted from the saloon.

	Gareth let the frightened woman go. There would be time later to
collect the debt that she owed him. He returned to his drink. The
undertakers arrived within minutes. Working quickly and efficiently,
they put the android body of the guest into a cheap coffin and took
it away.

	Gareth knew that they would take the body back to the repair
workshop. The guest that Gareth had shot would be back on the street
within an hour. He just hoped that nobody had paid too much attention
to his victory.

	Outside, Julian ran as best he could across the street. He was
narrowly missed by a stagecoach, but he barely noticed. He was still
shaking from the encounter in the bar. That man had wanted to have sex
with him! It had never occurred to Julian that his new body could provoke
that response in other men.

	He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself. The hotel was only
a little way down the street. Julian set off as fast as he could walk in
his dress and heels. He ignored as best he could the admiring glances he
was getting from men, but he did wonder why he was getting dirty looks
from the few women he passed.

	Julian reached the hotel with a silent prayer of thanks. Inside,
the reception area was clean, but spartan. Behind the desk was a
severe-looking woman in her fifties. "We don't want your sort here." she
told Julian curtly.

	He wasn't about to be put off that easily. He walked over to the
desk. "Can you put me in touch with the Dodge City technical department?
There's been a mix-up."

	"Technical department?" the woman replied, totally mystified.

	She was another computer-controlled android. He was going to have
to use one of the bedside phones. "Never mind. Which room are Julian
Matthews and Tony McCarthy booked into?"

	"Oh, they...hired you then?" asked the receptionist.

	Julian was a little puzzled by the question, what did she mean?
"Ummm...yes."

	"They're in room 36. Up the stairs and on your right."

	Julian turned and headed for the staircase. He quickly hurried
down the corridor until he found the door of his and Tony's room. He
paused outside the door. He didn't want Tony to see him like this. He
was all too aware of the differences of his new body. The weight of his
breasts held in the silky confines of his dress. The drag of his long
golden hair hanging down his back. The strange, new topography between
his thighs.

	He tried unsuccessfully to put all that out of his mind. Getting
put into the right android was more important than what Tony might say.

	Julian took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Long moments
passed with no response. He knocked louder, "Tony?"

	Still there was no response. Julian tried the doorknob and was
surprised to find it unlocked. He called out Tony's name again and then
cautiously pushed the door open.

	From where he was standing, he could see someone stretched out on
a bed. Julian's eyes widened when he saw who it was. He walked into the
room and over to the bed. The figure had his face. Julian found it very
disorienting to see his own face on someone else.

	He tore his eyes from the unmoving figure and looked across the
room. There was another bed, and on it was another comatose figure.

	"Tony!" he called, running over to the other bed. He shook his
friend. Tony was as still as Julian's proper body. Obviously, Tony had
ended up in the wrong body as well. Julian wondered what sort of
situation Tony was in. It couldn't be any better than Julian's, or he
would have already gotten in touch with the control center. The only way
he was going to be able to help Tony was by alerting the Dodge City
staff.

	He walked over to the bedside table, and was relieved to see that
this one did have a telephone built into it. He activated it, and the top
of the table turned into a view screen. He scanned through the menu until
he reached the 'Reporting Problems' heading.

	Julian selected it. The screen cleared. A few seconds later, the
words 'Connection Failed. The communication system will be restored soon'
appeared on the screen.

	What was going on here? Did nothing work properly in this damn
resort? Julian sat down on the bed. He was going to be stuck in this body
until he could find some other way to contact the management. He sighed,
and his bosom rose and fell. There was no way that he was going to risk
going back outside. Hopefully, the phone system would be fixed soon.

		   *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"I'm telling you, we have problems across the board!" Sylvia
almost shouted into her mobile phone. The other technicians in the
control room had been witness to many an argument between Sylvia and the
upper management. They were too busy trying to get the glitches out of
the system to pay full attention this time.

	"I'm perfectly convinced that you and your technicians can deal
with any minor problems..." the voice on the other end of the line said.

	"No, they are not minor problems!" she replied in an exasperated
voice. "The main communications system has shut down. We are having to
hand walkie-talkies out to the staff in Dodge City. I'm convinced that
this is deliberate. Some of my staff think that there are rogue programs
loose in the computer."

	Her boss was trying to keep his voice as reasonable as possible.
"Apart from the communications, everything is running fine. You know as
well as I do that if we do shut down Dodge City then this whole operation
will fail. The public simply won't come here."

	Sylvia did her best to hold back her anger. This was exactly what
she was expecting him to say. "But the guests..."

	"...Are perfectly safe in the sleep chambers several floors below
you. I understand your concerns, but unless you have something concrete,
we can't shut it down. Okay?"

	"All right, but I want my concerns put on the record just in case
the shit hits the fan."

	Her boss sighed, "Okay, but it won't come to that. We have total
confidence in you."

	Sylvia broke the connection and cursed. "Right. I want a full
diagnostic on the computers. If there is anything in there that shouldn't
be, I want it destroyed."

		   *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Julian spent the rest of the afternoon in the hotel room with the
two non-moving androids. Every ten minutes or so, he would check the
telephone and curse when it was still out of order.

	The obvious answer was to go out there and find a Dodge City
employee that he could report his problem to. After the trouble he had
had getting to the hotel room, however, he didn't want to go outside
again.

	He tried to forget about his situation, but even the slightest
movement reminded him of his feminine status. He looked down at the
android he was supposed to have been operating. "It's all right for
you," he said in his dulcet tones, "you don't have to wear this dress."

	An idea popped into his head. The android was fully dressed in a
cowboy outfit. It didn't need it. It wasn't going anywhere. He undid his
dress and dropped it to the floor. He was glad to be out of its tight
embrace.

	Dressed only in the blue slip, he started to undress the
android. It proved to be harder than he expected. The body was heavy, and
was no help to Julian. Finally, however, he had stripped all of its
clothes off.

	He was quite startled when he was confronted by the android's
cock. He hadn't expected it to have one, despite the fact that it was
anatomically identical to Julian's real body. Despite himself, he felt
himself growing curious.

	It was certainly his cock. He reached out and touched it again.
It didn't react, of course, but Julian jerked his hand away. He
remembered the times he had sex as a man and he wondered what it would be
like on the other side. He stood up a little disturbed. It was only
natural to have thoughts like that in his situation, but they worried him
nonetheless. He pulled on the boxer shorts that the android had been
wearing. Authenticity obviously didn't extend to underwear.

	He slipped into the boxers and pulled up under the short skirt of
the slip. They weren't nearly as comfortable as he had hoped. His wide
hips made them too tight. He decided against wearing them. He also
decided to keep the slip on. He didn't like wearing it, but he had to
keep his breasts under control. The shirt also produced problems.

	It was way too large for him except in one department. He again
had trouble buttoning his clothing, but this time it was because of his
expansive breasts. He managed to button the shirt up, but he could feel
the buttons straining. The pants which were a perfect fit on his inert
double were way too long for him. Like the boxer shorts he had discarded,
they were uncomfortably tight around his hips. He had to pull the belt
into its tightest notch, and even then it felt loose around his waist.

	He looked at the cowboy boots. They looked far more comfortable
than the high-heeled shoes he had been wearing, but he knew that his feet
were now far too small to fit.

	Finally, he put on his gun belt. He smiled. At last he had some
protection from men. He knew exactly where he'd shoot them as well. He
practised drawing the gun a few times. It seemed a bit heavier than the
one he had experimented with before he came to Dodge City.

	He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. This was certainly
better than the heavy and constricting dress, but he still looked like a
girl dressed up in her boyfriend's clothes. It didn't really help that his
new body would have looked sexy dressed in a sack.

	Julian walked to the window and watched the street outside. The
bank was being robbed for the second time that afternoon. As the robbers
rode victoriously out of town, Julian saw the undertakers start
collecting the 'dead'. Two of them shared a joke.

	They're real people, he realized. They loaded the 'corpses' into
their carriage in preparation for taking them back to the repair center.
Julian turned and virtually ran down the stairs. He had to hold his
breasts steady with one arm as he did so for fear they'd burst out of
his shirt.

	Out on the street, the undertakers had finished loading up the
bodies and were heading back to their shop. No doubt there was an
entrance there to the main control complex.

	"Hey!" he called out to them. "Wait up!"

	The last two undertakers turned and watched Julian approach.

	"Thank God! I've been able to find someone at last. There's been
a terrible mistake."

	One of the undertakers sighed, pulled a small box from his waist
and pointed it at Julian.

	Julian suddenly found himself unable to move or speak. What the
hell was going on now?

	"Why did you use the cutout?" asked the other undertaker.

	"This sort of thing happens all the time, Andy. When you've been
here a few weeks you'll get used to it." The first undertaker said. "This
is one of the whores from above the saloon. Their programming is a little
more complicated because of the more...intimate relations they have with
the guests. The whores aren't supposed to leave the saloon, but
occasionally they wander off. It's easier to use the cutout rather than
argue with them."

	Julian wasn't in the body of a guest at all! He had ended up in a
body that was supposed to be computer controlled. He tried to speak, but
all his motor functions had been overridden. He started to worry about
what they'd do to him. Would they take him back to the repair center and
open him up to find out why he had 'wandered off'?

	"Anyway, we don't have time to worry about it now. They've got
some problem back in the control center" He handed the box over to Andy.
"Take it back to the saloon and then get back here. We've got a lot to
do."

	Andy sighed, "okay." He looked at Julian, "Command: follow me."
he said and the set off for the saloon. Julian was surprised to feel his
body spring into motion. He still had no control over his movements and
he could not stop himself from following the undertaker.

	Julian absolutely hated the lack of control that he had in his
body. This was far worse than simply being stuck in a female body.
However, all was not lost. Andy would have to remove the cutout when
they returned to Julian's room. All that he had to do was be ready to
tell Andy the instant control was restored.

	Andy led Julian through the saloon. It wasn't as crowded as it
had been earlier, but Julian was still uncomfortably aware of the
attention he was receiving. He was glad that there was no sign of the
gunslinger who had saved him.

	"Command: close and lock the door." said Andy when they reached
Julian's bedroom. Julian's body did as it was instructed. He hoped
desperately that he was misreading the signals Andy was giving off.
Surely he wouldn't do that.

	"Command: stand by the bed facing me." Andy demanded.

	Julian felt his body obey. Inside he was panicking. He couldn't
even resist while he was molested.

	Andy smiled. "Not bad. Take off that shirt." Julian's body did
nothing, to his great relief.

	Andy frowned. Then he realized where he had gone wrong. "Command:
remove your shirt." Julian's hands instantly started to unbutton his
shirt. He slipped it off his smooth shoulders and dropped it to the
floor.

	"Nice. They built you well didn't they? Command: remove your
boots and pants." The lust on his face was obvious as Julian stripped in
front of him. Julian exerted his will and tried to regain control of his
body, but there was no way to get past the cutout.

	Andy watched the whore obey him. She really was cute. He could
feel himself becoming aroused at the sight of her. Employees were not
supposed to play around with the androids, but with the trouble in the
control center, he knew he'd be able to get away with a few things. He
was determined to make the most of the opportunity. "Command: remove
the rest of your clothes."

	The girl fumbled with the buttons of the slip. Quickly, she
dropped it to the floor.

	Andy's eyes were riveted to her ample breasts. They were perfect.
Slowly, he walked towards her. His erection was straining the fabric of
his pants. Hesitantly he cupped her breasts in his hands.

	It was hard to think that she was an android. She seemed so
alive. He started to unbuckle his belt. "Command: lie on the bed with
your legs apart."

	Julian moved to obey. By now, he was praying for a miracle. This
employee thought that he was just some form of animated sex doll. He
could still feel Andy's hands digging into the soft flesh of his breasts.
He heard Andy's pants being removed. Then Andy climbed onto the bed and
on top of Julian.

	"You're beautiful, baby." said Andy. Julian could feel Andy's
penis pressing into him like a hot bar. The idea that in a few moments it
would enter him almost sent him into hysteria.

	Fortunately for Julian, Andy had other ideas. He slid over
Julian's inert body until his cock had reached Julian's breasts. Out of
the corner of his eye Julian could see Andy's rock-hard cock. The
undertaker reached down and began rubbing his prick over Julian's
nipples.

	By now, Andy was getting lost in his own fantasy. "I'm going to
fuck you good." He said as he grabbed Julian's tits and pressed them
together around his cock. "Oh...that feels good."

	Julian was screaming in his head in a mixture of anger and fear.
He hated being totally immobilized. Worst of all was the way he was being
used by this man for his sexual satisfaction. Andy was thrusting between
Julian's large breasts and it was obvious he was building to a climax.
Andy tensed, and then he came. Julian couldn't move his head to avoid
Andy's cum splattering on his face.

	Andy laid down beside Julian and began stroking his pussy. It was
at this point that Julian's mind finally declared surrender and he passed
out.

	Andy didn't notice any change, of course. It had felt great to
tit-fuck the android whore, but he wanted her to take a more active role
during their next bout of sex. He stood up and grabbed the cutout. He
pointed it at Julian and pressed the 'reactivate' button. The android
didn't move. What was going on? He checked the small device. Everything
seemed to be working fine. So why wasn't the android moving? Shit! He had
broken it!

	He quickly pulled on his clothes and went to the door. He hurried
across the hall and into the bedroom on the other side. It was an exact
copy of Julian's room. Another of the Saloon's whores was on the bed. She
looked up as Andy entered. He pointed the cutout at her and pressed the
'deactivate' button. The android slumped back onto the bed. He tried out
a few basic commands, and she obeyed. Then he tried the 'reactivate'
button, and she snapped back into life. So the cutout box worked okay.
That meant he'd broken something in the android itself.

	Andy thought quickly. This could cost him his job. Unless he
covered up what he had been up to. He convinced the android that her
friend across the hall had drunk too much, and that she should help dress
her. Then he hurried downstairs before his boss came looking for him.

	Julian's next coherent memory was staring at the ceiling. He
swung around and stood up. He had control again! Julian was immediately
aware that he was wearing a dress again. This one was far more revealing
than the last. He looked down and saw the soft mounds of his breasts
almost totally exposed by the dress.

	"You're awake at last!" Julian jumped and turned around. A young
woman was standing at the window. Her own outfit was similar to his own.
She had to be another of the whores who lived above the saloon. "Your
undertaker friend said you'd drunk a little too much. You were so out of
it I had to dress you myself!"

	Julian felt a little embarrassed at being dressed by the woman.
Even if she was just an android. "Thanks," he said.

	"No problem," she replied cheerfully. "Come on, lets get down to
the saloon before all the good-looking rich ones get taken."

	His stomach lurched when he realized what she was talking about.
His experience from the female point of view had been nerve racking, and
he had no intention of going anywhere near a man unless he absolutely had
to. "You go on down. I'll follow in a minute."

	"Okay," she replied, "don't take too long, though." She smiled
and left the room.

	Julian sighed and sat heavily on the bed. He had to think of a
way to make sure that he was listened to next time. He kept thinking back
to his molestation by Andy. If he couldn't trust the staff that worked
here, who could he trust?

	It was getting dark outside. Julian decided to stay in his room
for the night and think out a foolproof way to notify the Dodge City
staff who he was. Until he had that plan he was going to steer clear of
everyone.

	There was a loud knock at his door. Julian froze. He could feel
his heart hammering away in his chest. "Who is it?" he asked in an
unsteady voice.

	"Your savior from this afternoon," came the reply, in a deep and
forceful male voice.

	It was the bald gunslinger! What did he want? He glanced down at
his heaving breasts and he felt faint. Not again. Everyone just saw him
as some sex object. "I-I'm busy right now."

	The door opened. Julian had forgotten to lock it! The bald gunman
stepped into the room. He turned and locked the door behind him. Julian
watched with mounting horror as the gunslinger pocketed the key.




		       Miss-placed Part Four
			       by
			    Stephanie

	Julian's heart was hammering. His feet were rooted to the spot.
He could do nothing but watch in total horror as the gunslinger dressed
all in black walked over to him.

	"I didn't catch your name earlier," the man said with a sly
smile.

	Julian found his voice at last. "Please leave me alone."

	The man continued to walk over to Julian. "That's no way to talk
to your savior."

	Julian's mind was filled with the images of his earlier encounter
with the undertaker. He could tell exactly the same thing was on the mind
of the gunslinger. As long as he was alone with him he was in danger. His
female body was obviously no match for the bald man. He had to get out of
the room and away from the gunslinger. "I could do with a drink." he
said.

	The man's grin widened. "I've already taken care of that." He
said producing a wine bottle and two glasses from behind his back.

	He offered a glass to Julian, who took it automatically. "So,"
asked the gunslinger, "do you have a name?"

	"Jul-Julia," stuttered Julian.  He decided on a more female name
than his own as he was still intensely embarrassed at his predicament.
"Who are you?"

	Gareth thought for a moment. His own name didn't really fit his
current body. "You can call me Yul," he said after a moment.

	The name rang a bell and Julian finally realized who the
gunslinger android had been based on. Yul Brynner, an actor who'd died
some thirty or forty years ago. So this was just some computer
controlled android. He shouldn't be as dangerous as a human controlled
android could be.

	Yul opened the champagne bottle and filled Julian's glass. It
seemed so out of place to Julian. As he sipped his champagne he tried to
decide what to do. He could risk the undertakers again, but he would have
to risk being groped again or worse. First of all though, he had to get
away from this gunslinger.

	"Thanks for helping me out earlier, Yul, but I have to be going."
Julian started to edge away, but Yul grabbed his arm and held it tight.

	"Now don't go just yet," the gunslinger said with a dangerous
smile. "Let's have a little fun first."

	"No, please no," begged Julian in a small frightened voice. Not
again! Please, not again!

	Yul wrapped a strong arm around Julian and pulled them together.
"Stop struggling." he said. "This is what you were made for after all."

	Julian reached out looking for some form of weapon. His hand
closed around the half-full champagne bottle. Desperately, he swung the
bottle and it connected sharply with the gunslinger's head. It didn't
shatter, but the blow was hard enough to stop Julian's attacker for an
instant.

	Yul staggered back from the blow. Julian knew he only had a few
seconds to take the advantage. Charging forward, he crashed into the
dazed bald man. Yul was unprepared for the attack and went flying
backwards. With a loud crash, he collided with the window and smashed
straight through it.

	Julian could only look on in shock as Yul disappeared from sight.
He rushed over to the hole where the window had been and looked down at
the black clad figure lying in the street. He was relieved to see Yul was
still moving. Julian knew that it was just an android, but he didn't want
to be responsible for killing it.

	Gareth shook his head and staggered to his feet. His back ached a
bit, but didn't really hurt. He looked up to see the android whore
looking down at him apprehensively. She had a lot more fight in her than
he had thought. Well, if she thought chucking him out the window was
enough to put him off she had another thing coming.

	Julian's relief at the gunslinger's survival turned to fear when
he saw him get up. The bald man dusted himself down and strode back into
the saloon. He was coming back!

	Julian ran to the door of his room, which was locked. His head
started to spin. What was he going to do? He dragged a chair over and
jammed it under the doorknob. That wouldn't keep Yul out for long,
though. The only other way out was through the remains of the window. He
stuck his head out the window. Just below the window ran a narrow
slanting roof that covered the walkway above the saloon entrance.

	Carefully he climbed out the window and onto the small roof. His
boots weren't really designed for this and he had to move slowly. The
night air whipped up his skirt, reminding him of the dangerous situation
he was in. He pressed close to the wall as he edged along. Julian was
intensely aware of the drop behind him and his stomach was knotted with
fear.

	After what seemed an eternity he made it to the bedroom across
the hall from his. The window was stiff and he had some trouble opening
it without losing balance. Finally, he was inside. For several moments
all he could do was stand there shivering. Under his bosom his heart was
pounding furiously. Julian could hear the gunslinger returning.

	Gareth ran up the stairs and back outside Julian's room. He'd
show her who was boss. The door refused to open after he unlocked it.
Several swift kicks removed the obstruction and then Gareth was in.

	There was no sign of Julia though. She was trying to hide from
him. He checked the wardrobe and under the bed, but there was no sign of
her. She can't of just vanished, he thought. The only way in or out of
the room was through the door, which had been barricaded from the inside,
or...through the window!

	She hadn't! He stuck his head out the window. She must have made
a break for it along the narrow roof. He ran back to the hallway just in
time to see Julian running down the stairs.

	For once, Julian was glad to see the saloon was packed out with
guests. He could hear Yul close behind him, but where could he go? It was
dark outside and he wouldn't be able to keep ahead of the gunslinger for
long.

	Julian ran behind the bar and ducked down. The bartender decided
not to protest when he saw Yul advancing towards him.

	In desperation, Julian picked up a bottle from behind the bar and
lobbed it at the bald gunman. Yul was surprised, but managed to deflect
it with his arm. Julian pulled more bottles from the bar and began
throwing them at Yul as quickly as he could.

	Gareth deflected the bottles as best he could as he edged towards
the bar. He liked his women with some spirit in them, but this whore was
getting annoying. She was turning him into a laughing stock. This had to
stop now! He pulled his gun from his holster and started firing into the
bottles above the bar.

	Julian covered his head and cowered behind the bar as the bottles
shattered, spraying him with alcohol and glass.

	"Drop your gun!" bellowed a voice from the door. Gareth turned and
glared at the figure standing in the doorway. The figure moved forward
into the light. Gareth's eyes saw the silver star on the man's chest. It
was the sheriff.

	The sheriff's gun was pointed straight at him. Gareth knew he had
about a fifty/fifty chance of 'killing' the sheriff before he was fatally
wounded. If he was taken to the repair center there was a good chance his
whole scheme would be found out. For now he was going to have to back
off. He dropped the gun to the floor next to his feet and raised his
hands.

	Julian cautiously poked his head above the bar to see what was
going on. The sheriff saw the slightly dishevelled woman, "are you okay,
miss?" he asked.

	Julian nodded and made his way over to the sheriff. He was
conscious of the lawman watching him. He didn't seem to have the evil
glint in his eye that Yul had. Even so, Julian was wary of his new
savior.

	Gareth was watching the sheriff's eyes waiting for the one
momentary lapse of concentration that he could exploit. As Julian reached
the sheriff that moment came. The sheriff's eyes flicked over Julian's
assets.

	Gareth dropped to the floor, grabbed his gun, and rolled to the
side behind a table. The sheriff got off one shot that went wide. Gareth
immediately returned fire. The sheriff was spun around by the impact and
he went down. Gareth was annoyed that he had only hit the lawman in the
arm. He had wanted to finish him off with one shot.

	Julian had dived to the floor when the short exchange of fire had
started. He looked up to see the grinning gunslinger advancing on the
wounded sheriff. Julian had to do something, if only to save himself from
Yul. Then he saw how he could do it.

	The sheriff's gun had fallen just in front of Julian. He quickly
picked it up and held it in both hands. He aimed it at Yul and squeezed
the trigger.

	Gareth saw what he was up to a split-second before Julian fired.
He flung himself backwards and he almost succeeded in evading the bullet.

	Julian staggered to his feet, still holding the gun. Yul was
still moving. He was even starting to get back to his feet! Julian
turned to the injured sheriff. "Do you have a horse?"

	"Yeah," the sheriff was a little surprised by the turn of events.
His heroic rescue hadn't gone exactly as he had planned. It was surprises
like these that made this vacation so much fun. He stood up and followed
the saloon girl out into the night. The gunshot wound didn't hurt, just
like the brochure had promised, but he had lost some mobility in his arm.

	His pure white horse was waiting where he had left it. He quickly
vaulted into the saddle and pulled Julian up behind him with his good
arm.

	Julian held on tight to the sheriff as they rode off. His dress
was rucked up, exposing rather more of his thighs than he liked. He held
on tight to the sheriff. This was the first time he had been on a horse
and he wasn't sure he liked it.

	He became aware of how close he was to the sheriff. His breasts
were crushed into the man's back. His face was mere inches away from the
sheriff's body. Julian could smell the very male aroma coming from him.
He wanted to trust his latest rescuer, but so far none of his experiences
with men in Dodge City had been good ones.

	Back in the saloon, Gareth got to his feet just in time to see
the sheriff and Julia ride off into the night. He touched the sore spot
on his head where the bullet had grazed it. He picked up his hat and was
angered to see the bullet hole in it. If Julia thought she had got away
from him she was going to be very disappointed.

	The sheriff pulled up by the local jail. He dismounted and lifted
Julian down. "Are you alright?" the sheriff asked him.

	"I've been better," Julian replied, "but thanks."

	They headed inside. "Aren't you going to put your horse away?"
asked Julian.

	"Why?" answered the sheriff, "it isn't real, after all."

	"You're a guest here!" exclaimed Julian. He had hoped the sheriff
wasn't just another computer controlled android. "So am I, but I'm in the
wrong body!"

	"Pardon?" asked the bemused sheriff.

	"I wasn't put into the right body when I entered Dodge City. I
tried to contact the control center, but something is going on there."

	The sheriff locked the main door behind him. "There. We'll be
safe for tonight."

	"Thank you for helping me. Something must have gone wrong with
the androids. That gunslinger shouldn't be following me like that."

	"Tomorrow morning we'll go find help and get your body problem
sorted out." He held out a hand, "Martin Isaacs."

	"Sorry?"

	"My name," he replied with a small smile, "and you are?"

	"J-Julia Matthews." Julian decided to use the feminine name again
instead of his own. He was still embarrassed by his condition. Suddenly
he remembered Martin had been shot. "How is your arm?"

	"Stiff, but it doesn't hurt." His shirt was stained by fake
blood.

	"It's probably best to bandage it anyway until you can get it
fixed. At least it will stop the bleeding."

	Martin stripped to the waist while Julian found the first aid
kit. Martin's chest was quite well muscled. If this was a true copy of
his real body then he was obviously quite fit.

	Julian pushed such thoughts from his mind. The last thing he
wanted was to be caught staring at Martin's chest. He set to the task of
bandaging the wound. "How's that?" he asked

	"Thanks. I'm glad this isn't my real body. I'd be rolling in agony
from this wound."

	Julian found himself fighting back a yawn.

	Martin saw the yawn, "You're tired. You stay here tonight and
we'll contact the control center tomorrow."

	Julian nodded. He didn't want to risk going outside again and he
was tired. "Do you have a bed in here?"

	The sheriff nodded, "there's a camp bed down in my office."

	Julian looked down past the cells to a small partitioned room.
"What about you?" he asked, a little worried.

	Martin smiled. "There are beds in the cells. You get some sleep."

	"Okay, goodnight!" Julian was uncomfortably aware of Martin
watching him as he walked down to the office. He looked back as he
reached the door and Martin smiled and waved. Julian smiled back
uncertainly and quickly went into the room.

	The door had no lock on it, but it was better than nothing.
Unlike everyone else he had met here, Martin had showed Julian kindness.
Even so, Julian still didn't trust him.

	The bed was functional, but fairly comfortable. Julian decided to
keep some clothing on, just in case. He struggled out of his dress. The
corset he was wearing underneath was constricting, but if he didn't feel
safe enough to go naked. He was exhausted from all that he had been
through that day and he was soon deeply asleep despite the discomfort.

	Martin found it difficult to get to sleep. Mainly because the
beds in the cells were so uncomfortable, but partly because the woman
sleeping in his office. He found Julia's story to be highly unlikely, but
why would she lie? The body she had now was very beautiful. Martin
wondered if her real body was as attractive. It wasn't really quite the
adventure he'd been expecting. He had been rescued by the damsel in
distress, but it had been more than entertaining enough.

			*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Julian glared at the black clothed gunslinger standing opposite
him on the deserted street. The sun beat down mercilessly from directly
overhead. The local populace looked on from windows and doorways.

	"Draw," demanded the gunslinger.

	Julian glanced down at his gun in its holster. Then, in one fluid
motion, he drew his gun and aimed it at his opponent. The gunslinger had
barely started drawing his own gun. Julian grinned and fired.

	Instead of the loud bang he expected to hear, Julian's gun just
made a whirring noise. He looked at his gun and was shocked to see it was
now a silver hairdryer.

	He looked down to see that his clothes had changed from a cowboy
outfit to a tight dress revealing his now ample bosom.

	He looked up to see the gunslinger doubled up in laughter. Julian
dropped the hairdryer and turned around  looking for a way out.
Everywhere he turned, however, he was surrounded by crowds of people. All
of them were laughing and pointing at him.

	Julian screamed and sat bolt upright. It took him a few seconds
to remember where he was.

	There was a knock at the office door. "Are you okay?" asked
Martin anxiously from the other side.

	"Ummm...yeah," replied Julian. "I had a nightmare, I think."

	"Alright. The sun's up. When you're ready we'll go find someone
in charge." Martin replied.

	"I'll be out in a minute." Julian struggled back into the dress.
With Martin he would be able to avoid a repetition of the incident with
the 'undertaker'.

	While Julian was getting dressed , Martin unlocked the main door
and went to check his horse was ready. It was exactly where he had left
it.

	"I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever get up." said a powerful
voice.

	Martin span round to see the gunslinger who had almost 'killed'
him the night before. "Oh, its you again. What do you want now?"

	"The same thing I wanted last night, sheriff. My woman." Yul
replied in a threatening tone.

	"I think she made it quite clear last night that she isn't
interested in you." Martin could feel his blood rushing from excitement.
This is why he had come to Dodge City in the first place.

	Together the two men edged out into the middle of the street.
Never taking their eyes off each other for an instant. Martin thanked his
lucky stars that it wasn't his gun arm that had got shot the previous
evening.

	"Draw," commanded the gunslinger.

	Martin tensed his arm and tried to judge when he should go for
his gun. His opponent was totally still.

	The stand-off lasted for nearly a minute. Then in one quick
motion, Martin snatched the gun from its holster. Even as he brought it
up to fire, he could see he wasn't fast enough.

	The gunslinger fired three times in quick succession. The bullets
span Martin around and threw him to the floor. Leisurely, Gareth walked
over to the body and turned it over onto its back with his foot.

	He grinned. All three bullets had hit the sheriff straight in the
chest. He delivered a few hefty kicks to make sure the sheriff was really
dead. Finally convinced, he turned his attention to the jail. His feisty
girl would almost certainly be hiding out in there.

	Julian flinched back from the crack in the curtain where he had
been watching the fight. Martin had done his best, but he simply wasn't a
match for the robotic gunslinger.

	Martin would be okay, but now nothing lay between the bald man
and Julian. The jail had a weapons cabinet, but it was securely locked.
He desperately tried to calm himself down and think of something.

	Gareth kicked open the door of the jail and stalked through it.
Where was she? The jail was fairly sparsely furnished. A large desk and
chair, some cells and an office at the far end.

	He walked down to the office and kicked the door in. A quick
search revealed nothing. In his hiding place, Julian considered running
for it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get away.

	Gareth left the office. She had to be here, but where. Then he
noticed a form under the covers of one of the cell beds. Quietly he
walked into the cell. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them back in one
quick motion. However, instead of the cowering girl he was expecting,
all he found was pillows. What the hell was she playing at? he wondered.
Then the door behind him slammed shut.

	Gareth rushed the door, but Julian had already managed to lock
it.

	"Julia?" he said in disbelief, "open this door!"

	The girl laughed, "You'll be lucky."

	Gareth pulled his gun and aimed it straight between Julian's
eyes. "Let me out or I'll blow your head off."

	"You've got a thing for headless corpses then?" Julian asked.

	Gareth was furious at himself for falling into her trap. "This
won't hold me for long." He aimed his gun at the lock and fired.

	The cell door held, but Julian knew it wouldn't last for long. He
hurried out of the jail as fast as his skirts would allow. His heart sank
when he saw Martin's body. He knew that Martin would be up and around in
a few hours, but it still hurt to see him lying there.

	He didn't have time to mourn the loss of his only friend in this
nightmare. The repeated gunshots from the jail reminded him that his
pursuer would soon be free.

	Julian turned from Martin's body to the horse, which was still
standing where it had been left the night before. He ran round to its
side. Putting his foot in the stirrup he managed to lift himself into
the saddle.

	His dress bunched up around him as he steadied himself in the
saddle. The horses were supposed to be as easy to ride as a bicycle, but
Julian still felt uneasy.

	There was no time to waste getting used to the horse. Julian
grabbed the reins and gave a small nudge with his heels to get it moving.
The horse responded. He didn't feel safe at anything faster than a trot,
but he had to get away now. He kicked with his heels and the horse
accelerated.

	It was all he could do to hang on. He was convinced that the
horse was going to throw him off at any second. Surprisingly quickly, 
Dodge City fell behind him. His plan, such as it was, to hide out in the
surrounding hills until he could sneak back and contact the authorities.

	Back in the jail the lock finally shattered. Gareth wrenched the
door open and ran outside. There was no sign of Julia. The sheriff's
horse had also gone.

	Gareth punched a wooden beam in frustration. This was getting
ridiculous! He liked a girl with some spirits, but this whore was
starting to really annoy him. Well, he'd show her who was boss when he
caught up with her.


		       Miss-placed Part Five
			       by
			    Stephanie

	Sylvia looked at the utter chaos her control room had descended
into. She turned back to her head technician. "So, have you worked out
what the computer viruses are doing?" she asked him.

	"There is a pattern behind what they're doing," he replied, "but
we still have no idea what they're protecting."

	Sylvia groaned. The diagnostic programs weren't the best money
could buy, but surely they could deal with a hacker!

	"Ma'am!" A voice called from one of the technicians from his
station.

	"What now?" Sylvia snapped.

	"We've had another report of a guest getting 'killed' by one of
the androids."

	"Oh, terrific!" she moaned. Sylvia was about to start her own
series of diagnostic programs when a thought occurred to her. "Do we know
which android was responsible?"

	"It was the Mark II Yul Brynner Gunslinger, Ma'am." the
technician replied.

	She looked at her head technician. She could see that the same
question had occurred to him. "We have nearly thirty different gunslinger
models scattered about the place. What are the chances that the same
android would do both 'killings'?"

	He nodded. "We'll bring it in and strip it down. It should be
easy to tell if it has been affected by the viruses."

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	The midday sun beat down mercilessly. Julian crouched in the
shadow of his horse and cursed whoever had designed the clothes that he 
was wearing. They were totally impractical for doing anything other than,
well, looking sexy.

	Julian had briefly considered stripping off some layers of
clothing, but had quickly rejected it. What if someone appeared while he
was half-naked? Also, he didn't want to deal with the female body he
found himself stuck in. It was bad enough as it was. The proportions of
this body were all wrong, and he was weaker than he was used to being.

	He had spent most of the morning riding out into the land that
surrounded Dodge City, but was still in the amusement park itself. A
large area around the fake Wild West town was for guests to hide out in
after committing jail breaks or bank raids.

	Julian's spectacular run of bad luck had continued. Two or three
hours after his last escape from the Yul Brynner lookalike gunslinger,
his horse had broken. One moment it had been plodding along the dirt
track, and the next it had come to a complete stop.

	Now, Julian crouched in what little shade the horse provided. He
was trying to work out what to do. He was relatively safe outside Dodge
City, but he had to get back into town to reach the control center. At
the same time, he had to avoid that homicidal Yul Brynner android, as
well as any lecherous employees.

	He felt sweat rolling down between his breasts. Julian had
decided to wait until the sun was lower in the sky before moving on. As
he sat there, he found himself worrying about Martin. He had seen
Martin's android body lifeless on the ground, and he still found it a
bit disturbing.

	In reality, Martin's position was far better than Julian's. He
was probably back on his feet now, while Julian was stuck out under a
broken horse. It just summed up his whole vacation.

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"What is it now?" asked Sylvia wearily.

	"We just lost all the larger animals." replied her equally-tired
head technician.

	"Lost them?"

	"They've all frozen. Every horse in the whole place has just
become a statue."

	Sylvia sighed and leaned back in her chair. She hadn't gotten any
real sleep since the rogue programs in the system had been detected. Her
team's latest attempt to remove them had failed miserably. In response,
the viruses had corrupted the program responsible for controlling most of
the animals. "Is there any good news?"

	"Ummm...no. The Yul Brynner gunslinger has disappeared. It isn't
where it's supposed to be. We can't send a recall signal due to the loss
of the communication system."

	Sylvia rubbed her eyes. "Come on, lets get out of here. They
should just be about to resurrect Brynner's last victim."

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Martin slowly woke up. He tried to remember where he was. There
was a bright light in the ceiling above his head. This wasn't Dodge City.
He looked around, and realized that he was back in the sleep chamber.

	He was back in his real body. That meant that nothing stood
between the gunslinger and "Julia"!

	A nurse ran over when Martin cried out. "It's okay," she said.

	"Look, I have to get back into Dodge City," Martin said urgently.
"I left a friend in quite some danger."

	He tried to get up. He felt a little weak and his head span. The
nurse pushed him back down onto the bed. "Please, Mr Isaacs. You're still
recovering from the sleep chamber. Your friend will be okay. Nothing is
real in there, remember?"

	"Mr Isaacs?" Martin turned his head to see a smartly-dressed
woman standing in the doorway. He vaguely remembered her as the tour
guide who had welcomed them to Dodge City.

	She walked over to Martin's bed. "I'm Sylvia Mendes. I'd like to
talk to you about what happened while you were in Dodge City."

	"I'd like to help, but I have to stop a bald psychopath getting
to my friend." Martin struggled up into a sitting position. "How long
have I been out?"

	"Several hours," replied Sylvia. "It's not standard procedure to
return you to your real body. Normally we just repair your android body.
Then we return you to Dodge City. You wake up in your room and carry on
your vacation."

	"So, why have you brought me back here?" Martin asked, 
desperately wanting to get back into Dodge City. Julia might still 
be in trouble. He just hoped that the gunslinger hadn't got to her yet.

	"I'll be blunt. We're having difficulties with the computer
system. Somehow we think it has affected the programming of our Yul
Brynner model android."

	Martin's eyes widened. "That was the one that gunned me down!
You're telling me it's out of control? What will it do with Julia when 
it catches up with her?"

	"Julia?" asked Sylvia.

	"I was looking after her. She's been pursued by your android
ever since she arrived there."

	"She'll be all right." Sylvia said reassuringly.

	"Yeah, right. Did you know that you put her in the wrong body?"

	"What are you talking about?" Sylvia asked, with a sick feeling
in her stomach.

	"Julia Matthews is her name. She was in a total panic when I
first met her. She was being pursued by your Yul Brynner psycho-robot."

	Sylvia groaned. Everything seemed to be leading back to that one
android.  She put on her best public-relations voice. "Mr Isaacs, we're
going to do everything we can to resolve this problem. We'll locate your
friend and resolve this immediately. I'll put all my people on to this."

	"What about me?" asked Martin. "Can I go back in?" He didn't
trust these people an inch. If they hadn't noticed that they'd misplaced
one of their guests, what chance did they have of finding her?

	Sylvia was a little uneasy about that request. At that moment she
had virtually no faith in the equipment. However, she'd be risking her
job if she stopped him going back into Dodge City. Despite repeated
requests to her boss, she hadn't been given permission to shut down the
site. "Well, okay. We'll keep you informed on your friend."

	She walked back to the control center with her head technician.
"I want someone to make sure that he gets back into the right body. 
Then I want physical checks on ALL the guests. Then get that damn
android!"

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	It was past noon now, but the day was getting hotter. Julian had
abandoned the horse and had gone looking for somewhere he could hold out
in for the night. In his heavy dress and high-heeled boots, he was
feeling really uncomfortable. Julian was really starting to feel the
heat.

	After an hour or so of walking he reached a river. It was slow,
not particularly large, and looked really cool. He sat down on the bank
and pulled off his boots. Soon he was on his back with his feet dangling
in the river.

	He had only planned to rest for a little while, but the water
felt so refreshing as it brushed past his feet. He found it difficult to
relax, though. His corset was digging into his side. Julian had been
wearing it continuously for nearly a day, and he was really getting sick
of it.

	Julian stood up and removed his dress. It was too damn hot to be
wearing it. He was alone out there. He hadn't seen a trace of another
person all day. Even so, he kept checking in all directions as he
undressed.

	Julian's corset was soft pink in color and laced up at the back.
He loosened it enough to drop it to the ground. It was nice to be able
to breathe deeply again.

	A warm breeze washed across his breasts, and he realized he was
naked apart from a pair of silk panties. Julian hefted his breasts in
his hands. He still could not accept that he now had breasts. Well, that
wouldn't be the case for long.

	If his luck had turned, Martin would have informed the Dodge City
staff of what was happening. Then they'd wake him up, and this nightmare
would be over. How long was it going to take?

	Julian sighed. He got dressed again, but decided to leave the
corset off. His breasts wouldn't be under control, but that corset hurt
too much. His breasts swayed about with every movement now. Julian
realized he'd have to be careful that they didn't pop out of his low-cut
dress.

	He had just climbed back into his blood-red dress when he heard
a noise behind him in. Julian turned around to see a figure scrambling
down the slope to the river. He was trapped!

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Martin woke up back in the jail. Standing over him was an
undertaker. He sat up and got his bearings. He was in the sheriff's
office where Julia had spent the previous night.

	"Is everything okay, Mr Isaacs?" the undertaker asked.

	"Umm...yeah. I'll be fine." replied Martin.

	"Good, I'll have to go. Things are getting a bit hectic out
there." The undertaker turned and hurried outside.

	Martin headed to his gun cabinet. He loaded and checked his gun.
Then he pulled out a rifle. With this he hoped to have a better chance
against the Yul Brynner gunslinger.

	The street outside was crowded. Most of the guests were crowded
around a man in a modern style suit. He was trying to reassure the
guests. The android population continued their daily activities as if
nothing was happening. In the middle of the street, a carriage had
stopped dead. The driver was trying to urge the horses back into motion,
but they were like statues.

	Martin noticed that his horse was missing. None of the android
population would have taken it. He had to find Julia before that mad
android got hold of her. Martin prayed he wasn't already too late.

	Martin looked across the street. There, as always, was old Gabby.
He spent all of the day out on a rocking chair in front of his shop.
Gabby was, of course, a computer controlled android, but there was a
chance that he had seen where Julia had gone.

	"Good to see yer back on yer feet, sheriff!" the old man said as
Martin approached.

	"Thanks, Gabby. I need your help."

	"Sure, sheriff. Anything I can do."

	"After I was shot, what happened to the girl I was guarding?"
Martin asked.

	The old man smiled. "Oh yeah, I remember her. Pretty, young
thing. She took your horse and rode off east."

	"Thanks Gabby!" The old man was only an android, but it was hard
not to think of it as a real person.

	Martin headed eastwards out of town. It was impossible to tell
which way she had gone. He would just have to hope that he could find her
in time. He dreaded to think of what would happen if the gunslinger
reached her first.

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	"Have you tracked down that woman Isaacs was talking about?"
Sylvia asked.

	"Not exactly," replied the nervous young technician.

	"What does that mean?" she snapped.

	The technician pointed to the screen. "There's no Julia Matthews
listed in our records, but there is a Julian Matthews. According to the
readouts, he's in the correct android body."

	"Get someone out there and physically confirm it!" She went back
to her console and sat down. "We're going to get sued big time for this."
She looked at the banks of sophisticated computers. All told, this
operation had cost close to half a billion dollars to set up and it had
still failed to stop one hacker from wreaking chaos.

	"Ma'am," called the technician, "one of the repair crew has
gotten to the hotel."

	"And?" she replied impatiently.

	"They've found two inactivated android hosts. One of them is
Julian Matthews and the other is Anthony McCarthy."

	"We've lost two?" Sylvia could just see the lawsuit Matthews
would file after this was over. "Okay. Disconnect Matthews and McCarthy
from the system and try to keep them calm."

	Sylvia headed for her office. She was going to have to call her
superiors. They weren't going to be happy about this latest development.
Dodge City would have to be shut down completely for several days while
the computers were cleaned. Before she could leave the main control
room, however, the lights flickered, and red warning lights started
flashing on several boards.

	"What the hell is going on now?"

	Sylvia's head technician didn't reply for several seconds as he
absorbed the readouts from several screens. Finally he said, "We've just
about lost everything."

        Sylvia went to a spare console and punched in a few diagnostic
commands. The computer failed to acknowledge the instructions. She went
to the guest management section. She should have been able to return
every guest to their real body from that console, but nothing worked
there either. "Is there any way to get the guests out of their android
bodies?"

        Her head technician thought for a moment. "Without the computer,
we can't remove them remotely. The shock to the guest could be dangerous,
but with the backup equipment in the sleep chambers it should be
possible to remove them. The android hosts will have to be physically
plugged into the backup, though."

        "Okay," replied Sylvia, "I'm shutting us down. Use every
available member of staff and escort the guests down to the sleep
chambers. Wake them up as fast and as safely as you can." She turned and
headed to her office. She was going to have to tell her bosses that she
was shutting Dodge City down. They weren't going to like that.

                        *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Several hours later, Martin was walking along a recent horse
trail. He couldn't shake the belief that he was heading in the wrong
direction. These fears were washed away by relief when he saw his horse.
Like all the other horses in Dodge City, it was completely still. There
was no sign of Julia. Where was she?

	Martin found one set of tracks leading away from the horse. There
were no others. That meant he wasn't too late! He had beaten the
gunslinger to Julia!

	He followed the tracks as quickly as he could. Occasionally he
lost them, but he was always able to find them again. Half an hour after
finding the horse, Martin finally reached Julia.

	He was climbing a rise, and as he reached the top, a river came
into view. Looking down, he saw a sight that made his jaw drop. There was
Julia, clad only in a silky pair of panties.

	God, he thought, she's beautiful. Martin dropped down behind a
small bush so that Julia wouldn't see him. Her body was perfect. Her
skin was flawless, and her breasts...

	Martin's cock was pressing tightly into his pants. He wondered if
he had any chance of making it with Julia. As he watched, she cupped her
ample, yet firm, breasts in her hands. Martin realized that she was
probably almost as unfamiliar with her body as he was. He wondered what
her real body was like. It couldn't possibly look as good as the one she
had now, but maybe they could get together after all this was over.

	Julia picked up her red dress and struggled back into it. Martin
felt a little embarrassed at having spied on her. He stood up and headed
down the slope towards the river.

	Julian heard someone behind him as he saw a figure scrambling
down the slope towards him. His first reaction was that the gunslinger
had caught up with him. He staggered backwards and screamed.

	"It's all right!" the figure said.

	That was Martin's voice! Julian almost collapsed in relief. "I
thought it was that psychotic android."

	Martin brushed himself down. "I haven't seen him since my body
was repaired. Maybe they recalled it back to the repair center. I managed
to tell them about you."

	"Oh, thank God." Julian smiled in relief. At last it was nearly
over, but if they knew, why was he still in this female body? "Why am I
still here then?"

	"Their computer system is in total chaos. It'll be a miracle if
they can get anyone out at the moment."

	Julian sighed. More delays, but at least they knew what was going
on now. He looked at Martin. "Thanks for coming back in after me."

	Martin shrugged. "I couldn't leave you alone out here, could I?"
They just smiled at each other in silence for a few seconds. Finally,
Martin said. "We need to find some shelter for the night. It'll get cold
soon."

        Together, they looked for a place to stay the night. Julian
relaxed for the first time that day. It was almost over, and Martin would
protect him until the Dodge City staff finally got everything working
again.

	Several miles away from where they were looking for shelter, a
figure stood up, listening intently. He was certain that had been a
woman's scream, but did it belong to Julia? Gareth had had no luck in
finding her, despite having searched all day.

	Well, he had nothing to lose by checking it out. He started
walking towards where the sound had come from.

To be continued...