From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Future Perfect by R. Douglas
Date: 1 May 1996 22:02:05 GMT

			    Future Perfect
				  by
			    Robin Douglas

	It was a beautiful spring day, so Colin left his Bachelor pad
for a walk. He was deep in the country when it happened.

	The air began to quiver and distort like clear gelatin. Then
it congealed into a giant peanut butter sandwich. The sandwich was twenty
feet long, 6 feet high and relatively as deep as needed to look like a
peanut butter sandwich. A door opened in the sandwich and out stepped
the most beautiful girl that Colin had even seen. She was blonde with
hair that shimmered indescribably in the spring sun.

	She was perfect. Dressed in a tiny silver and blue dress that
looked like it was designed for a cheerleader. She noticed him
staring. "Oh, you're staring at my authentic copy of a 1979 Dallas
Cowboy cheerleader uniform. It's all the rage in the future this
year.

	"You're from the future?" Colin asked.

	"Sure, why not," she answered looking at him with wide open
blue eyes.

	The girl from the future cocked her pretty head and asked "Is
this 1990?"

	"Yes, as far as I know it is," answered Colin "Is that your
time machine? It's rather strange."

	"Oh, the peanut butter sandwich. That is 20th century art
isn't it? Not peanut butter sandwiches, I mean pop art. Andy Warhol,
you know, the old masters."

	Colin nodded dumbly.

	"The time vehicle doesn't really look like a peanut butter
sandwich, silly. It was built on classic lines. It really looks like a
giant 1954 Coop Deville. The peanut butter sandwich thing is only a
disguise."

	Are you really from the future?" Colin asked suspiciously.

	"Sure. Tomorrow light rain in the morning, partly cloudy with
scattered showers continuing till 9:00 pm. Could anyone but somebody
from the future do that?"

	"Why are you here? To warn us about some imminant danger and
save the future?"

	"You've been watching too many 3Ds. No the future's in great
shape. No crime, no war, great sex... "

	"Great sex?" Colin said incredulously.

	"Oh, sure. I was genetically engineered for maximum sexual
pleasure. We all are in the future. It's just one of the spinoffs.
Come inside I'll show you."

	Colin followed Aura into the Peanut Butter Sandwich's door.
Inside, not a twinkling light or a computer screen.

	"You like? 1964 ranch style modern. Not cheap copies either,
this stuff is all authentic."

	Colin stared at the overstuffed Archie Bunker chair and the
plain gold colored couch with dismay. They didn't seem to have much
taste in the future, but he would show this girl from the future all
the good stuff. Then she would take back the news of the greatness of
the 20th century.

	"Come into the bedroom. I've got a waterbed."

	The waterbed, too, was authentic. Aura explained how the
plastic had been painstakingly restored by craftsmen of the future
that specialized in just that kind of thing. Now that the first time
machine was invented a few incredibly valuable objects would be
collected, but that's all. They couldn't risk changing the future by
altering the past. You never know what stealing a dozen waterbed
mattresses could do to history she explained.

	Aura's body was a marvel. Skin as perfect as a airbrushed
centerfold, breasts like ripe rocky ford melons, hips and thighs
reminiscent of the Ohio Valley, she was perfect. Just like the future.

	She looked at Colin with Bambi eyes and said, "Kiss me."

	Colin kissed her. She responded like she had just been
penetrated by Harry Reems. "Pleasure receptors on my lips," she
commented breathlessly.

	Colin took off Aura's Dallas Cowboy cheerleader uniform. What
was underneath didn't disappoint him. He took off his own clothes and
plopped down on the waterbed. Aura plopped down beside him.

	After the motion of the bed subsided Colin pulled Aura close
and began kissing her. She responded like a mink in heat. She
passionately kissed his neck, then his chest, licking around each
nipple commenting "You should have erectile tissue transplant," and
then down to his penis.

	She sucked it into her mouth gently but eagerly. At first she
just ran her full lips over the head again and again until Colin was
panting with pleasure. Then she took the whole thing down her throat.
Colin could feel something massaging the head of his cock, even though
it was in Aura's capable throat. It was driving him crazy. He had
never felt like this before. He wanted to explode right now, but Aura
could feel he was close to orgasm and left his cock.

	She knelt over him. He looked at her perfect body and his lust
grew, if that was possible. Her nipples were huge. Over an inch long,
erect and throbbing. Her beautiful face was a picture of pure passion.

	She went at him again with that talented throat. It was all
over. They both had incredible orgasms and fell back on the waterbed,
panting.

	They fell asleep.

	"Stay with me in the Peanut Butter Sandwich until I complete
my mission, Colin?" Aura asked.

	It wasn't a hard request to say yes to. Aura was the most
beautiful woman that Colin had ever met and she was also the most
talented blow job artist he'd ever experienced. What a combination.

	"I've been augmented in several ways compared to 20th century
women," Aura explained while having a cigarette. Future scientists
had discovered that cigarettes helped prevent lung cancer. It was TV
news broadcasts that actually caused cancer. "For example in my throat
is a mass of cilia to give a man extra please when I take him down my
throat. Of course I also have the horse. Whoops, old 23rd century
expression."

	Colin thought Aura was great. She and Colin stayed together in
the Sandwich hidden in the woods for almost a week, going out only for
classic 20th century food. White Castle burgers, MacDonald's fries and
a frosty from Wendy's. Apparently 24th century scientist's had been
trying to duplicate the recipes without success.

	Colin and Aura experienced sexual highs we will only dream
about. Aura's cilia weren't her only augmentation.

	Aura showed him how the controls of the time machine were set
to take her back to the future. Just the press of the fast forward
button on the remote control of her authentic 1988 Sony 500 CD player
would do it. They were careful to only play CDs at regular speed.

	The one day Aura told Colin she had to go on with her mission.
It was dangerous, but that she wanted to bring back the most valuable
objects ever made by man back to the 24th century. That they would be
able to make love one more time before the mission.

	"I've got something new for us to try, Colin. Put this on."

	All of Aura lovemaking ideas had been winners. The object was
like a helmet crossed with a spider. It had ten 'legs' all meeting at a
central body. The legs came down to the center of the forehead (and
all around the head) and pressed lightly into the flesh. The central
body rested on top of Colin's head. Aura put on a matching version of
the spider hat. She rested one palm in palm shaped receptor in a
hidden control panel that had popped out from beside the waterbed. She
pressed some buttons in careful order on the control panel and said,
"Alaka zoola, bibbity boola, bibbity bobbity boo."

	Colin swayed as he felt his brain being sucked out of it's
socket. A moment later he was looking at himself. "You turned
yourself into me!" he said in an unfamiliar voice."

	"And you turned yourself into me. How talented," the Colin
person said laughing.

	Colin looked at himself in surprise. He was wearing 1983 Los
Angles Rams cheerleader uniform over melon shaped breasts and thighs
like the Ohio Valley.

	"I'm you," she gasped.

	"Actually it's simpler than that," said Aura-in-Colin, "I just
switched our brains around. Now let's fuck."

	Before she could protest Colin-in-Aura found herself pushed
onto the authentic waterbed with the Rams Cheerleader uniform on the
floor. Aura-in-Colin started kissing her and suddenly she was on
fire. Her nipples got hugely erect (erectile implants), her thighs
were wet with juice and her body was tingling all over. Every enhanced
erogenous zone was ready for action.

	Colin-in-Aura vibrated with pleasure as they touched, she
quaked with passion as Aura-in-Colin penetrated her, she shook with
orgasm after orgasm as he stroked his cock in her pussy. It was
heaven. Colin-in-Aura didn't know a human being could feel this good.

	When it was over Aura-in-Colin got up and put on his clothes.
"I've got to borrow your body for a quest, Colin. This is dangerous
work, not the job for a woman. I'll be back in a week. Guard the ship
for me and thanks for the great body." He kissed her, grabbed a little
silver suitcase and was gone.

	Colin waited a week contented in the confines of the Peanut
Butter Sandwich. She watched TV on the 1956 model Admiral that Aura
had installed in her 1964 ranch style modern living room. It was black
and white and only picked up broadcasts from 1956. That way viewers
could avoid melanoma causing new breaks and rectal cancer inducing
news updates.

	After a week for safe-TV viewing and experimenting with Aura's
marvelous body Colin was ready to get back to malehood. Aura did not
return. Another two days and Aura-in-Colin was nowhere to be seen.
Colin finally decided that she would have to go out looking for her.
All she had to do was follow the trail of a guy that looked like Colin
used to.

	Colin looked at the rack of cheerleader uniforms and picked
the original Los Angles Rams outfit that he had met Aura in. Maybe it
was nostalgia.

	She walked the ten miles back into the city as Colin and Aura
had done many time for their gourmet meals. The stares of the people
in city park as she walked toward Colin's apartment building were
something new. Men were looking at her with longing lustful stares.
Pro football fans she decided. Women looked at her jealously. They
were probably wishing they had her futuristic fashion sense.

	Colin walked up the stairs to her apartment in the choicest
building in town. She felt on top of the transom for the key she left
their for emergencies. There it was. She opened the door, paused in
amazement and said, "Oh, I'm sorry!" in that little girl voice Aura
had.

	In the living room was a tall burly fellow with a towel
wrapped around his middle. He stared at Aura and blurted out, "Who are
you? How did you... "

	"This is my... ehr... I mean Colin Brummet's apartment. How
did you get in here?"

	The guy looked instantly sorry for Colin, "Oh," he said sadly,
"I'm sorry, you don't know?"

	"What?" Colin asked nervously, "What?"

	The big guy put his hairy arm around Colin's tiny frame and
said, "Sit down, I'll tell you what I can. Were you this guy's
girlfriend or something?"

	"Ya," Colin said numbly, "What does 'were' mean?"

	It had never occurred to Colin until know that she might be
stuck as a girl. Even a genetically perfect one. But something told
her she was going to hear the worst.

	"It happened a week ago they told me. Some kind of freak auto
accident. This guy didn't have a chance. I've been on the waiting
list for this apartment for over two years. I couldn't wait. I moved in
yesterday."

	The guy still had his arm around Colin, and as he talked his
face got closer and closer. Suddenly his lips touched his. In the
movies that's where Lauren Bacall jumps up and slaps the guy on the
face. But Lauren didn't have pleasure receptors on her lips. They say
all human emotions are very close together. Laughter and tears,
hopelessness and triumph, anger and desire. Colin fell limp with
desire.

	The next thing she knew her cheerleader uniform was off and
some 6 foot 3 gorilla she didn't even know was on top of her. Her
erect nipples dug into his hairy chest and sent electric shocks to the
rest of her body. Her genetically enhanced pussy rippled as he entered
her. A hungry mouth at the end of her vagina sucked at the head of his
cock and he thrust it deeper. The guy had stamina but Colin's body of
the future was too much for him. She milked him and left him exhausted
on the couch.

	"Where is Colin's stuff?" she asked as she put the uniform
back on her tingling body.

	"The police probably have it," he answered thru an idiots
smile. "Hey, babe. You can move in with me... You're incredible!"

	"Sorry," Colin said as she closed the door behind her.

	The police station was empty at this hour of the morning.
Colin quickly found the property department and asked about Colin's
stuff.

	"Are you a relative or something?" the young officer said from
behind an counter/door.

	"I'm Colin's girlfriend, the last person he had in the world."
Colin said batting her perfect eyelashes.

	"I'm sorry miss. I can only release Mr. Brummet's things to a
relative."

	"How did it happen officer, I was... em... out of town."

	"Mr. Brummet's car stalled in rush hour traffic. The line of
cars build up behind him. Eye witnesses said the angry mob reached his
car before he could lock the doors. It wasn't pretty."

	Colin averted her eyes. Poor Aura. How could she have known.
She was from the future where everything was perfect! But now it was
definite. She was stuck in this genetically advanced body in an
inferior world. There was only one thing to do. Get the silver
suitcase. If it contained the priceless treasure that Aura spoke of
she could go back to the future and be rich. She could easily be
switched back to a male body and live happily ever after.

	"Do you mind if I come in as see Colin's things one last
time." Colin said seductively as she knew how.

	The young officer opened the counter/door and let Colin into
the property storage room. Colin could see the silver case from where
she stood.

	She stood close to the officer telling him how nice her was to
help her and where was Colin's stuff. As she talked she got closer and
closer and released sex pheremones into her breath. The officer grew
flush. He unconsciously loosened his collar. She fell to her knees and
zipped open the young mans zipper, releasing a bulging rod. Without a
word she began to suck on it. The officer reached over to his left and
closed the counter/door just in time to hide what she was doing. The
Captain walked up to the counter.

	"O'Reilly," the Captain stated, leaning on the counter.
"you've got to close up. There's important business at hand. A giant
peanut butter sandwich was found in the wood ten miles south of town.
It's illegally parked and must be towed to the pound."

	"Peanut butter... what... Mmmmmm... oh yes... " O'Reilly
groaned as Colin gave him the best blowjob of the present age.

	The Captain was preoccupied with his problem. "We've got the
thing surrounded, O'Reilly so figure this thing out and meet us ten
miles south of town."

	"Yes," said O'Reilly, "Yes, Yes... Yes!"

	That seemed to satisfy the Captain, who strode off to meet his
destiny with the giant peanut butter sandwich.

	O'Reilly fell into the chair behind him, spent. He looked at
Colin with glassy eyes as she walked purposefully back into the
storage room and came out with the silver case.

	"Mine," was all she said and left the police station to hurry
back to the time vehicle.

	Since she left the vehicle early this morning she had already
been fucked by a stranger and sucked a police officer's cock. She
wondered what the chances of that happening as Colin might have been?
Had this body changed her? Was she growing feminine? Colin had always
thought of herself as a manly man. She decided manly men didn't get
fucked by other men twice in one morning.

	Getting to the future was imperative!

	The little silver suitcase felt satisfyingly full as she
jogged back to the peanut butter sandwich. Melon breasts bounced on
her chest as hard nipples rubbed against the material of her
cheerleader uniform. She suddenly understood the basic need for sports
bras for the first time in her life. An orgasm rocked her perfect body
as she ran. Nobody said this was going to be easy!

	One hundred yards from the vehicle Colin stopped to catch her
breath and finish her 6th orgasm.It was surrounded by police cars with
flashing lights. Approaching thru the trees was O'Reilly in a huge
construction crane. They were serious. The police were going to
impound the peanut butter sandwich. Colin needed a distraction to get
in.

	Suddenly over the hill she saw a figure running toward her. A
man with a towel wrapped around him was running towards her shouting
"I love you. Come live with me. Don't leave me now." The distraction
she needed.

	She let him get close, then started towards the peanut butter
sandwich. "Help me officer, he wants to rape me," she shouted.

	The policemen got out of their cars and ran toward the tall
burly man. While they were subduing the poor fellow Colin pressed a
sesame seed on the side of the sandwich and entered the vehicle.

	It wasn't hard to find the CD remote and press fast forward.
Colin felt a jolt, saw stars for a moment and all was quiet again.

	The door of the time vehicle opened and a man dressed in a San
Francisco 49ers uniform entered the cabin. "Aura, you're back, you
wench. Stealing the only time vehicle in existence is a serious
crime."

	Two men dressed as keystone cops entered and each grabbed one
of Colin's arms.

	The man in the 49er uniform said, "How did you get out of your
obedience collar anyway?... Collar her boys."

	A slim silver collar was put around her neck and locked with a
complex looking key. Colin didn't feel any different, but was pretty
miffed about the way the future looked so far.

	The man said "Aura sit down."

	The collar's power made Colin involuntarily sit down on the
nearest seat and obediently fold her hands in her perfect lap.

	"You boys can leave now, thanks for the help. If I want to
press charges I'll let you know," the man said to the keystone cops.
He turned to the silver case on the floor. "What did you bring back to
me, Aura? Something valuable I'll bet." He began opening the case by
pressing on keys hidden in the design on the handle. "I expected a
man, really. That's what you were going to do wasn't it? Steal some
poor 20th century schmoo's body, come back with a fortune and move to
new Australia."

	The man came over to Colin and held her chin looking into her
wide blue eyes. "But something went wrong. And you had to get back
fast, so you fell into my trap! Well, you're still a woman, baby doll.
My little sex toy."

	Colin sat mute, unable to move.

	The man sat down across the room with the silver suitcase on
his lap. "Crawl to me and kiss my feet asking for forgiveness like a
good little wife," he ordered.

	This was not the way Colin had expected things to turn out but
she was helpless to resist. She got on her hands and knees and crawled
over to the man and began kissing his authentic black converse
artificial turf shoes. The submissive position and the masterful
attitude of the man was turning her on. He patted her on the head and
said, "Let's see what's in the suitcase now."

	He threw open the cover and reverently removed one of the
three objects Aura had died for. It was covered with tissue paper
which he carefully removed. "Michaelangelo!" he said reverently. "Look
at the workmanship, the style. These will be worth a fortune. Take a
look, my dear."

	Colin looked up to watch her husband unwrap the only surviving
set of Mutant Ninja Turtle Action Figures in the future.

			       The End