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Date:   Mon Mar 25 1991  07:28:05
From:   Ian McMcMcMc<slap>
To:     All
Subj:   RAE CrossPost Chapter 9
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                              *** Chapter 9 ***
      Jeffrey said,  "Then it's  about 7:44  back in reality.   We'd be
 hungry (or  have other bodily needs) not too long after the timer runs
 out...   So we  better just  make good  use of the time we have.  I'll
 take you out for a REAL dinner at 9, then.  Good thing today's Friday.
 When do you usually eat?"
      "Pretty early, but I can eat late with no trouble."
      Jeffrey peered  towards the  box.   "Good.  If you got too hungry
 back in  reality, the  Device would shut off.  Same if..."  He trailed
 off.
      "I used the ladies' room at about 4:30."
      That answered  his question.   "Good  enough.   Then we'll  be OK
 until 9  and don't  have to worry about it before then.  Of course, we
 could stop now--"
      Cheryl cut  him off.   The  box disappeared  again.  "No need to.
 Why leave early?"
      Jeffrey agreed,  now thankful  for Cheryl's  decision to  set the
 timer for four hours.  He nodded.
      Cheryl looked  more serious  now.   "Jeffrey, there's one thing I
 absolutely have  to do  while I'm  here.   You've been  great so  far,
 putting up  with all  my wishes--  like it  or not.  You've enjoyed it
 too."
      Jeffrey couldn't  agree more.  His eyes swept towards the ground.
 "Very much."
      "Good.   But I've got to try this while I'm here.  You'll have to
 put up with this even if you don't like it.  I don't think you'll mind
 at all--  I never have, but I'm not you.  But I'd never forgive myself
 if I  didn't experiment  with this--  even if  you'd never speak to me
 again.  Understand?"

      Jeffrey nodded,  confused.   Why didn't  she just  ask  what  she
 wanted?   Was she  afraid that  he'd say "no", and didn't want to give
 him that chance?  And what hadn't they already tried?  And how did she
 know she liked it if she never tried it?
      Cheryl led  him back  to a  point near the lagoon, where they had
 started.   The sun  had dropped  a bit.   "No, this isn't good enough.
 It's too  perfect, and  not realistic  enough."    With  that, a  door
 appeared.   Nothing else, just a door.  It was kind of pink, and had a
 little plate  on it  that said  "Cheryl".    She  took Jeffrey's hand,
 walked to the door, and opened it.   There was a complete room inside,
 where there was only a door outside.  She'd seen too many Pink Panther
 cartoons, where such anomalies were commonplace.  This was realistic?
      The room,  of course,  was Cheryl's  bedroom.   Quite roomy for a
 bedroom, it  had all  the details  already in  place.  She led Jeffrey
 inside  and   closed  the   door,  ending  the  beach/lagoon/waterfall
 environment entirely.   All the details were already here, even a damp
 towel on  the back  of the chair and a pair of panties on the floor in
 the corner.   The  bed was  made.   "Sorry, I  didn't  clean  up  this
 morning."  AHH.  Now it made sense.  Her room was FAMILIAR to her, and
 thus  was  infinitely  more  realistic  than  an  environment  created
 (literally) from scratch.  This place had a real counterpart, and that
 eliminated the constant reminders that none of this was happening.
      "Bet you'd never thought you'd see the inside of my bedroom, huh?
 Not many people have."
      Jeffrey was  looking out  the window  into a  parking lot,  which
 belonged to  a professional  office next  door.   All he could tell is
 that they  were on  about the  second floor  of some kind of apartment
 building.     Every  bit   of  information   was  from   her   memory.
 Absentmindedly, he  answered.   "No, I never did.  And your room isn't
 messy.   You should  see mine.   I actually cleaned it today, but it's
 usually a mess until after I get home."
      Cheryl pulled  him from  the window,  reaching up  for the shade,
 then realized  that there  could be nobody out there who could see in.
 "I'll show  you the  rest of  the place later.  But we don't have much
 time."
      Jeffrey looked  impatient, somewhat  frustrated because he didn't
 know what was going on.  "Well, what do we do?"
      "Just stand  there.   Just like that.   Relax."   She reached for
 his penis  again, which  was in a semi-erect state and started to grow
 again at her touch.  But she wasn't fondling him-- it seemed more like
 an examination.   She  stooped down  and looked  at it  more  closely,
 lifted it and examined his scrotum, and ran her fingers around it all.
 Then she  just dropped it, and turned to look at herself.  She set one
 leg on her bed, and took a quick glance at her own genitals, then took
 a quick  look at  her whole body in the mirror.  Then she plopped down
 on her bed, one knee up, with a satisfied look.
      Jeffrey took that as an invitation.  He advanced towards her bed,
 growing harder.  But Cheryl stopped him.
      "No, just stay right there.  You'll join me in a few minutes."
      Again, he  was frustrated,  confused, and,  now, somewhat  angry.
 But before  he could say anything, he felt funny.  Just a little.  His
 erection had  disappeared.  Cheryl, again, was examining herself, with
 one hand  near her  thighs.  She kept looking down there, then back at
 Jeffrey.
      Jeffrey took  the clue to look at himself.  His scrotum was gone,
 and his penis was far smaller than it ever was before.  He grabbed it,
 and felt  it slide  away, out  of  his  fingers.    Something  equally
 eventful was  happening to  Cheryl, but her attention was still mostly
 focused on  him.  She was almost smiling while he was anxiously trying
 to figure  out just  what she  was doing.  She didn't look right.  For
 starters, the breasts he had admired so much were gone.  Why would she
 do that?   She liked 'em too.   Jeffrey reached for his groin again...
 and this  time, found  nothing there  at all.  The patch of pubic hair
 had nothing in the middle of it.  It felt like his penis, somehow, was
 inside, but there was nothing for it to be inside of.
      That drew  attention away  from the  rest of  his body, which was
 starting to  change also.  For starters, he had lost some height.  And
 weight.   The muscles that he was so proud of before, hardly showed at
 all.  The hair on his chest, arms, legs, were all gone.  His shape was
 changing, too.
      It wasn't until he felt a slight depression between his legs that
 he noticed  the other  changes, and  with considerable  fright learned
 what Cheryl  had done.   He  looked on  the bed,  and saw some sort of
 penis starting  to emerge  from her  crotch.  With all the exploration
 they had done, Cheryl had decided that she wanted to know what it felt
 like to  be a  man, and she was changing Jeffrey into a woman, like it
 or not.
      Cheryl was starting to grow a little hair on her chest.  She slid
 over, and  now invited  Jeffrey to  lie down next to him.  Jeffrey had
 his fingers  between his  legs, trying  to figure  out just how he was
 changing.
      "Relax, you're  only a  little girl  right now.   Don't fight it.
 You can  explore yourself  later."   Her  voice  was  changing.    The
 process, just  like the  disappearing clothes,  had been  started, and
 would continue  by itself  to completion  unless  Cheryl  stopped  it.
 Jeffrey, feeling helpless as well as speechless, climbed onto Cheryl's
 bed, stared  at the  ceiling, and  then turned  to  look  at  Cheryl's
 developments.  Her penis was almost fully-grown, and she had developed
 balls just  like his were before.  There was some on her chest, she no
 longer had  a feminine  figure-- at  this  point,  for  all  practical
 purposes, Cheryl  was a man, though it would take her a while to learn
 just what that meant.
      Jeffrey looked  at his  chest, which  although was  now hairless,
 didn't really  seem different.   He looked at Cheryl as if to ask what
 was happening.
      She understood.   "I'm  sending you through it slowly.  Feel what
 it's like  to change  from a girl into a woman.  You might as well get
 the experience."  And if you have anything to teach me, go ahead."
      The word "girl" had an effect on him.  It was hard for Jeffrey to
 think of  himself as  a "girl",  but now,  he was.   There just wasn't
 anything masculine  left.   Cheryl was  maturing faster,  but she  was
 changing all at once.  Jeffrey was changing according to some schedule
 that Cheryl had defined.  Jeffrey made a few "touch-up" adjustments as
 Cheryl started  her journey through puberty, particularly the annoying
 parts that came to mind-- a voice that wouldn't stay at one pitch, and
 so on.   But  before long,  she had  grown to  maturity, with complete
 genitals, hair  on chest,  and so  on.  Jeffrey removed the only other
 reminder of  Cheryl's former  gender--  the  long  hair,  trimming  it
 mentally to a more appropriate length.  Jeffrey was wondering, though,
 how the  Device would  reproduce the effect of hormones-- or instinct,
 that had changed.  The best that could be done for now was for Jeffrey
 to concentrate  for a  moment on  the hought  of male  hormones  being
 generated in Cheryl's new genitals, surging through her bloodstream in
 increasing quantity.  She was done, now.
      Jeffrey, however,  wasn't.   He had  started to develop hips, and
 his vagina  was complete.  But the rest wasn't happening by itself, or
 so it  seemed.   Jeffrey explained  the hormone/instinct  question  to
 Cheryl, who  of course couldn't answer either, but promised to do what
 she could to connect Jeffrey's new organs, and hormones, hopefully.
      Cheryl turned  his  attention  to  Jeffrey.    His  areolas  were
 widening, darkening, and had swollen a little, a sure sign of the next
 step towards womanhood.  He felt a distinct tingle in his chest, first
 in the area around the nipple, then spreading.
      "You're growing  tits, girl!"  Cheryl exclaimed.   "Funny how you
 have tits  one day, before you can even see 'em, but suddenly you just
 know what's there!"
      They both  stared at  Jeffrey's chest.  Now the whole area around
 each nipple was swelling.  His breasts enlarged, perky and cone-shaped
 at first.   His  areolas still  seemed swollen.  His breasts grew into
 the familiar round shape, now even with the areola, then grew yet more
 before the  changes finally stopped.  They drooped a bit to his sides.
 They seemed  heavy to  Jeffrey, even  though he was lying on his back.
 Cheryl ran  her fingers  over them  lightly, then  turned to  talk  to
 Jeffrey.
      Her voice  was deep  and a  little unnatural.  "I don't feel that
 different, really,  except when I think about my cock, or that my tits
 are gone.  I don't know just how I'm supposed to feel everywhere else,
 or if it's really the same."
      Jeffrey thought  a moment,  then answered  in  his  new  feminine
 voice, which  sounded at least a little more realistic.  "I don't know
 if we'll  ever know  for sure.   I-- I guess that most of the stuff is
 the same, but the Device just can't tell us that.  The biggest changes
 would be  our lifestyle,  not the  way our  own bodies  feel to  us, I
 guess.   But..." (he touched her penis) "...Some of it we can find out
 right now."


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