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- Date: Tue Mar 26 1991 08:00:15
- From: Ian McMcMcMc<slap>
- To: All
- Subj: RAE CrossPost Chapter 10
- Attr:
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- *** Chapter 10 ***
- The cock didn't grow at Jeffrey's touch like he expected.
- Apparently the equipment was there, but the instinct wasn't, at least
- yet. Undoubtedly the Device was working on it, and the software he
- knew so well, was now madly trying to interpret each other's thoughts
- and sort out the neural patterns that probably were responsible for
- instinct.
- "We don't have each other's instincts yet. We can try it anyway
- and see what happens." As Jeffrey said this, his fingers were still
- on the part of Cheryl's penis he knew was effective when it was his
- own.
- "No, not yet", she replied. "Let's get a feeling for it first.
- I mean-- we're just out of puberty and rushing to lose our virginity
- before we even understand ourselves. You haven't even had your first
- period-- no, I guess I'll spare you that. You probably wouldn't like
- it and we don't have the time."
- Jeffrey was thusly reminded once again of the power the Device
- could vest in someone. He started thinking of the political uses of
- it. Literally, you could cause someone great mental duress even
- though the Device would prevent someone from inflicting much physical
- pain. You could have someone raped by a goat in the middle of Times
- Square, and although it wouldn't do any physical harm or even be
- painful, it would be humiliating and unpleasant, and enough things
- like that could persuade anyone to do anything. Certainly something
- to look into if the Device gets any further "official" interest.
- Cheryl was up now, and Jeffrey got up too. She dressed them
- both, in clothes similar to the ones they were really wearing. It
- happened suddenly, and Jeffrey realized that the tightness around his
- bosom meant that Cheryl had decided to outfit him with a bra. Given
- the size of its contents, it seemed necessary. Everything else felt
- normal except the lightness between his legs. Cheryl looked quite
- normal in her selection of clothes.
- Jeffrey looked in the mirror. It took a moment to really
- convince himself that the female in the mirror was, in fact, him. The
- fact that he couldn't hide his new figure, and that he didn't want to,
- piqued his interest. Cheryl took a quick glance at herself, adjusted
- her shirt a bit, and walked towards a door near the bed.
- "Where are you going?"
- "The bathroom. I'll be back." Cheryl didn't bother to close
- the door, and Jeffrey didn't look to see what she was doing.
- Again, puzzling. The only time anyone would actually have to go
- is when they REALLY had to go in real life. The Device would create
- that sensation when it sensed that condition in reality. It meant
- that it was about to shut off the simulation. But that didn't happen.
- He heard the sound of a zipper, then the sound of urine in the
- toilet, silenced for a moment, along with Cheryl's giggle. "I guess
- my 'aim' needs practice." He sat on the bed and waited. The sound
- stopped, another zip followed by a flushed toilet, and Cheryl
- returned.
- "Neat", she said. "I guess that's really handy at times. Not
- that I'd want to live with it forever, but it is definitely a plus.
- It really does feel different. You ought to try too. Maybe it would
- help this identity thing work faster."
- Jeffrey answered "You mean instinct. I don't have to... You
- can't get the feeling unless you really have to go. Besides..."
- "Nonsense. You just tell yourself you have to go, and suddenly
- you do. Go ahead, I'll wait."
- "Wait a minute, that means you can actually imagine internal
- FEELINGS directly-- without first imagining some physical event that
- causes it. That's way beyond the design expectations that the Device
- was..."
- He was cut off by a sensation from his bladder. Cheryl had,
- essentially, decided that he had to go, and now he did. He didn't
- finish his thought, but merely sighed "Okay", and walked to the
- bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door either. Why should he?
- He found it a sudden inconvienence that he had to remove half the
- clothes that Cheryl had just given him. He saw the panties he was
- wearing, for the first time. That elicited a chill along with a "what
- am I doing?" feeling. He sat on the toilet and relieved himself,
- surprised once again to find that the feeling did go away as he
- emptied himself.
- He was surprised to find Cheryl looming near the doorway,
- watching him perform this animal function. "Different, huh? Now just
- imagine that every day for your whole life. Imagine being used to
- it."
- "Yea... I guess I might. Oh well." He got up, flushed the
- toilet, and dressed again. "I think I know what you're doing. The
- clothes... the bathroom... You need to make me feel like a woman, in
- addition to just looking and sounding like one. Right?"
- "Exactly. I'm starting to feel a little more like a man, I
- think. I want to know what it's like before our time runs out. So,
- do you feel the part, or what?"
- "I think I am. The hardest part right now is convincing myself
- that I might want to make love to you-- you're a MAN."
- Cheryl had an answer ready. "I know. But then, you're a woman.
- That should make it easier. It's natural, now." She took his arm as
- he re-entered her bedroom, guiding him towards the bed.
- Jeffrey took a look at Cheryl's pants, which started to show a
- bulge. "You're getting horny, aren't you?"
- The bulge continued to grow. "Well..." Cheryl looked at
- herself. "I guess I am. It's just that you're so..."
- Jeffrey interrupted as Cheryl trailed off. "Hormones. Instinct.
- It's working. You've been looking at me. I've been turning you on
- all this time."
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- * Origin: Standing dead in a desolate 5 star restaurant (FidoNet 1:249/9.1)
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