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.
Miss-placed Part Six
by
Stephanie
Martin put his hands between his legs and started rubbing
furiously again. He was acutely aware of Julian watching him. Still
nothing. "Sorry about this, I can usually get it going almost straight
away."
"Perhaps if you move it slower, but with more pressure, then it
might work." Julian suggested.
Martin tried Julian's idea, but still nothing happened. It wasn't
even smoking even a little bit. He admitted defeat and threw the sticks
away. "Looks like we'll have to do without a fire."
"Don't worry about it," Julian told him, "we'll be alright for
one night." Though it was cold, and would soon be getting colder, a part
of Julian was relieved Martin hadn't got a fire going. It would have been
a beacon to anyone for miles around. Somewhere out there was a gunslinger
that wanted to have its way with him.
Night had fallen an hour or so previously and Julian could feel
the temperature dropping. They had found a place to sleep for the night
by a patch of large rocks. Martin had said that they'd provide a little
shelter from the wind. As they settled down for the night Julian was
uncomfortably aware of how close Martin was to him. He was glad that
Martin was there though. Julian felt much safer with Martin near-by.
Despite having only the bare ground as a bed, he was soon asleep.
Julian was the first asleep and he was also the first awake. He
became aware of a dull ache in his arm. There was something resting on
it. Blearily, he opened his eyes. Julian snapped fully awake when he saw
what it was. It was Martin's head.
Julian's other arm was wrapped around Martin's muscled torso.
Julian could feel Martin's arm resting on Julian's wide hips. Martin was
still fast asleep. Julian was thankful for that. He lay there, just
inches from Martin's face as he tried to work out how to untangle
himself without waking him.
Martin was handsome, Julian wondered idly what it would be like
to make love to him. To feel Martin's strong hands kneading his breasts.
He lost himself in the daydream for a few moments before he caught
himself. What was he thinking? He was a man for God's sake! Would it be
so bad, though? He was a woman at the moment and he liked Martin a lot.
Well, he did like Martin, but that was no reason to offer himself up to
him.
Somehow, he didn't feel out of place in Martin's arms. He shifted
position and became aware of how turned on his thoughts had made him. His
nipples were stiff and he felt a tingling between his legs. He looked at
Martin's face again. Before he knew what he was doing, he had planted a
soft kiss on Martin's lips.
Julian jumped backwards and Martin woke up with a start. He
looked at Julian, "You okay?"
Julian smiled uncertainly, "Yeah, I'm fine." He stood up and
stretched. He still couldn't believe what he had just done. Why had he
reacted like that? Maybe it was because the android body he was in was
female. He hoped Martin didn't know what he had just done.
He found the questions he was asking himself rather disturbing.
He put it out of his mind and concentrated on the nearby terrain. It was
about an hour or so after dawn and it was only just starting to get warm.
Julian realized he hadn't eaten for nearly a day and yet he didn't feel
hungry. That was one advantage of not being in his real body. He turned
around to see Martin stretching. "So what's the plan for today?"
"I think we should head north for a bit and then turn in a wide
circle." said Martin. "That way we'll enter Dodge City from the opposite
side that we left it. With a bit of luck that should throw that android
off long enough for us to get to the Dodge City staff."
Julian nodded, "Okay, let's get going then. The sooner I'm back
in my real body the better." With that he headed off and Martin had to
hurry to catch up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Sylvia looked at the guests queuing up to be removed from their
android bodies. They had all been brought into the control center. Sylvia
knew this was going to kill Dodge City stone dead. She looked at her head
technician. He was as equally gloomy. "So how many are we missing?" she
asked him.
"Four guests and one computer controlled android." came the
reply.
"Four?"
"That's the two we originally knew about Matthews and McCarthey
as well as Isaacs, whose probably gone to look for them. On top of all
that we found another unactivated android body. That one was for a
Gareth McCall."
Sylvia frowned, she knew what had happened to one of the
misplaced guests, but nothing had been heard about the other two. "Is it
possible one of the other two is controlling that gunslinger?"
"It'd make sense," the head technician agreed, "but why wouldn't
he get in contact with us like Matthews was trying to do?"
"Of course!" exclaimed Sylvia. "He wouldn't complain because he
was exactly where he wanted to be!"
He nodded, "At least we know what is going on now. I've got all
available personal scouring the surrounding area. It should only be a few
hours before we find them."
Sylvia turned back to watch the angry queue of guests. "Unless
something else goes wrong." she addled pessimistically.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Julian stopped walking, "what's that?"
Martin looked up. In the distance he could see a white blob. He
squinted, "it looks like a small car or something." It took them about
ten minutes to reach it. The white blob resolved slowly into a small open
topped electric vehicle. "Where's the driver?" Martin asked.
Looking in the car, Julian saw a note held down by a small rock.
He pulled it out and read it. "This says the car stopped dead and he's
left it to walk back to the control center. It must have stopped at the
same time the horses did." There was a small toolbag on the passenger
seat. Julian had just picked it up when something ricocheted off the side
of the car. Followed almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot.
"Get down!" yelled Martin while scanning the area. Julian had
already dived to the ground, clutching the toolbag to his chest. Another
bullet whizzed through the air directly overhead and Martin crouched down
beside Julian.
"He must be some distance away," said Julian breathlessly, "he's
quite a good shot."
"Yeah, I know." Martin replied dryly, remembering how he had been
gunned down by the gunslinger the day before. "There he is! behind those
patch of rocks. I'm not surprised he couldn't hit us at that distance."
Julian peeked over the rim of the car. The rocks Martin was
talking about was quite some distance away, but were the closet piece of
cover to the car.
"Right, I'll put an end to this right here!" Martin said in a
determined voice. He took the rifle from where it was slung around his
shoulder, rested it on the car and carefully aimed it. Julian jumped as
Martin fired. A small puff of dust rose from where the bullet had slammed
into the rocks. The black clad figure poked his head around the side of
the rocks, but didn't fire back.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Julian.
"I don't know," replied Martin. "We're too far apart to have a
good chance at each other. We'll have to move on, I don't want to be
stuck out in the open like this come nightfall."
Julian agreed, the more distance they put between themselves and
that insane android the better. Martin fired at the rocks again to keep
the gunslinger pinned down and then they crept away. Trying to keep the
electric car between them and the pile of rocks. After a while the
ground sloped downwards and they were able to move more quickly. Martin
gave Julian his gun while he kept the rifle. They took turns in watching
their backs as they walked.
It was the middle of the afternoon when they reached the fence.
It was a modern metal link fence with 'Keep out' notices at regular
intervals. Julian guessed it to be about ten feet high. "What's that
over there?"
Martin looked through the fence. In the distance he could see a
reasonably sized town. All the buildings seemed to be made out of white
stone and were very ornate. "I think I know what that is. They're
building another theme park, except they've based that one on mythical
ancient Greece and Rome. You know, stuff like Hercules."
"Really, I hadn't heard about it?"
"It won't be open until next year, but I read about it in the
brochure." Martin said.
"Oh, that thing. I never really read it."
"I think I read it about a dozen times, I couldn't wait to get
here."
"I got dragged into this by my friend. When I find him I'm going
to kill him." Julian grumbled.
"This friend is he...ah...a close friend?" Martin asked, trying
to sound uninterested.
Julian had to fight back a grin, "We're very close friends, but
I'm not sleeping with him if that's what you asking."
Martin reddened, "well, no. I was...just wondering."
Julian was grinning widely now, "Give me a hand climbing this
thing will you?"
"Why?"
"Dodge City has an entrance to the control center in the
undertakers, right?" said Julian.
"...and so should that new town." realized Martin.
Martin gave him a boost and Julian was managed to scramble over
the top of the fence without snagging his dress. Martin threw the rifle
over the fence to Julian and then began to climb himself. Julian watched
him climb over thinking about their last conversation. Was he flirting
with Martin? Why was he becoming attracted to another man? He wasn't
gay. He had had one or two homosexual encounters in his early teens,
but apart from that he'd always been solidly heterosexual. Martin was
handsome, even Julian's male mind could recognize that. He found it hard
to believe that the android body could be affecting him that much.
Martin climbed down the fence and Julian gave the rifle back to
him. Together they set off for the distance buildings. Maybe he was
attracted to Martin simply because he had been Julian's protector for
the last couple of days.
It took a couple of hours to cross the uneven terrain and reach
the other town. Julian was quite impressed as they approached it. All of
the buildings seemed to be made mostly out of marble, though they almost
certainly weren't. The town was also devoid of any form of life "So
where do we start looking?" he asked.
"We start looking tomorrow," replied Martin. "It'll be getting
dark soon."
"Already?" Julian had lost track of time and hadn't realized how
late it was getting. "I hope they've installed beds here already. I don't
want to spend another night sleeping on the ground."
A quick search of nearby buildings revealed that the town wasn't
as complete as it had appeared at first glance. Most of the interiors
were bare, but Martin and Julian did managed to find a couple of sleeping
bags left by some builders in what appeared to be a temple. They moved
deeper into the building as darkness fell and set out the sleeping bags
near a large statue of a nearly naked woman.
Martin turned his back as Julian slipped out of his dress and
into his sleeping bag. Julian turned away so Martin could undress. He
found himself tempted to turn over and catch Martin naked.
As they lay in the gathering gloom, Julian looked up at the
stone woman looming over them. "Who is she supposed to be?" he wondered
out loud.
"Probably a goddess. Maybe it's Venus, the goddess of love."
Martin was silent for a few moments. Then he said hesitantly, "I was...
wondering, when this is all over, if you'd like to have dinner with me."
An image popped into Julian's mind of him in his male body and
Martin on a date. He found the image so ridiculous he couldn't help
giggling.
"Or not," continued Martin, slightly hurt.
Julian calmed down, "I'm sorry, Martin. I'd really like to, but
I don't think that'd be a good idea."
"Why not? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Well...no." Julian rolled onto his side so he could face Martin.
He could tell where this conversation was going. "Look, there's something
I think you should know about me."
Martin reached over the small gap between their sleeping bags and
gently caressed Julian's hair. "It doesn't matter, whatever it is."
Julian shivered at Martin's touch. He began to feel a little
turned on. He had wondered if Martin desired him and now he had the
answer. He shuffled his sleeping bag over until it touched Martin's.
Julian had just intended to get closer to him, but it soon became
clear Martin wanted to take it further. Martin put his hand on Julian's
exposed shoulder. Julian's skin tingled at the touch. Martin wanted him
and for some reason that didn't bother him.
He slipped an arm out of his sleeping bag, being careful not to
uncover his breasts, and caressed Martin's shoulder and back. Martin
pulled their bodies together. Even through the two sleeping bags, Julian
could feel Martin's arousal.
This brought Julian back to his senses. He was a man after all,
no matter what sort of body he wore. He knew he should back off before he
did something he might regret later.
He was trying to work out a tactful way of pulling back when
Martin kissed him. Julian saw him move closer and then their lips
touched. He opened his mouth in surprise and Martin's tongue slipped
in it and met his.
He felt a stab of animal desire inside him. All doubt was cast
aside as he grabbed Martin and held him tight. His body was crushed
against Martin's stronger, larger frame as they kissed passionately.
Finally, they broke for air. Julian breathed in Martin's
masculine scent. It only increased his desire. "I never realized I could
feel this way," he whispered hoarsely.
Martin didn't reply. He just started to unzip Julian's bag.
Julian helped him pull it open. He grabbed Martin's hand and guided it
to his hip. Slowly, the hand ran up over Julian's body. His skin felt
hypersensitive and he could feel his arousal growing by the second. His
crotch was tingling and Julian didn't need to touch himself to know he
was wet.
Julian's hands started undoing the zipper of Martin's bag. A
small voice in his head tried to hold him back. Did he really want to do
this? Julian wasn't really listening. It felt so right and he found it
difficult to concentrate on anything but that present moment.
He pulled the zipper down and sent his hand into Martin's
sleeping bag. His questing hand bumped into a hot, hard protrusion.
Julian ran his hand lightly down its length. Martin breathed in sharply
at Julian's touch. Julian found the sensations coming from his body to be
almost overpowering. He had no real experience of how to deal with them.
Martin moved over to Julian and pressed their bodies together. This time
there wasn't several layers of fabric between them.
Julian shivered slightly against Martin's muscled body. Martin's
cock lay pressed against Julian's soft curving stomach. The thought of
where Martin's member was about to go caused him to shiver in
apprehension as well as desire.
Martin's arms folded around him. Julian surrendered himself to
Martin. One strong hand rubbed Julian between his shoulder blades while
the other slowly slid down his back. He could feel it reach his
buttocks. Once there, Martin's hand started to stroke Julian's soft
cheeks. Julian's eyes went wide when he realized the hand was moving
down between his legs.
Julian froze as Martin's hand neared his vagina. Then Martin's
fingers reached his aroused lower lips. He let out a small groan and held
on tightly to Martin. He buried his head in Martin's shoulder and screwed
shut his eyes. All he could concentrate on was the infinitely strange,
but infinitely erotic sensations as Martin explored Julian's feminine
anatomy. As Martin gently manipulated Julian's clitoris he found his
desire climbing to even higher levels.
Then the hand retreated from Julian's pussy and he knew the
moment had come. Martin's strong arms manoeuvred him onto his back.
Julian spread his legs and reached down. He felt he was totally in the
power of his protector. He found the idea to be very comforting as it
removed the responsability of his actions from him. Gingerly, he caught
hold of Martin's member and guided it to the entrance to his waiting
vagina. Julian was driven by passion. Any doubts he might have had about
what he was about to do were pushed away by the intensity of his need.
Martin took the initiative and slowly, but forcefully, pushed
into Julian. Every inch that penetrated him sent waves of ecstasy through
Julian. it felt so alien, so different, but he couldn't deny how good it
felt. He arched his back and his body tensed as it was filled with
Martin's being. When Martin was fully inside Julian he rested for a few
moments. Julian curled his legs around Martin's and continued to hang on.
The feeling of fullness felt wonderful to Julian.
Slowly, at first, Martin began to pump into him. Julian gave
short feminine groans, heavy with passion, every time Martin thrust into
him. Soon, Martin had sped up his rhythm and each strong thrust shook
Julian's body. His erect nipples felt like twin points of fire as they
brushed against Martin's muscled chest.
He could feel his orgasm coming and his moans grew to guttural
cries. He pulled Martin down as deep as possible inside him and held him
there. His vagina clamped down on Martin's cock. He virtually screamed
in Martin's ear as his hyper-intense orgasm washed through every part of
his being. Martin felt Julian grip his penis and it sent him over the
edge to his own climax.
As they laid together in the afterglow of their lovemaking,
Julian started feeling a little self-conscious. As his ardor slowly died
he started to wonder how he could ever have done something like making
love to another man. Yet he had done it. He could feel some of Martin's
cum leaking out of him. How was he going to deal with Martin now? It made
everything really complicated. Perhaps even worse than that, Martin was
going to find out eventually who Julian really was. He had no idea how
Martin was going to handle the truth, but he was sure things would get
very ugly.
Miss-placed Part Seven
by
Stephanie
The sun was shining into the fake temple, allowing Julian his
first good look at where he and Martin had spent the night. Martin had
gone for an early morning scout through the town. Julian had said that
he was still tired and wanted to sleep in for a bit longer.
In truth, Julian hadn't slept that much that night. He was still
trying to work out why he had made love to Martin the previous evening.
He tried to convince himself that it was something to do with the female
android body he was wearing. That had to be the reason. The only other
alternative he could think of was that he was turning gay and that
thought disturbed him.
He sighed and twisted in the sleeping bag. As his bare nipples
rubbed against the fabric of the bag he was reminded of the caresses
they had received from Martin's tongue the previous night. This was no
good. He might as well get up and help Martin look for the entrance down
to the control center. Once there he could get back to his proper body
and he could forget about this rather odd incident. He just hoped he
wasn't around when Martin found out who Julian really was.
Julian had just climbed out of the sleeping bag when Martin
returned. Julian's first reaction was to cover his nakedness with the
bag, but he realized that any attempt at modesty now was really a bit
pointless. Martin smiled as he walked towards Julian. "You are the most
wonderful woman I've ever met." he said.
Despite himself, Julian was flattered by the comment. "This
isn't a copy of my real body, you know. I'm quite different in real
life."
Martin embraced Julian and kissed him. "I don't care what you
really look like, it's what you're like on the inside that matters."
"We should start looking for that entrance," Julian said,
changing the subject, "it has to be around here somewhere. Did you have
any luck?"
"Not really, but I did some kind of clothes store." he lifted up
two white garments. "There's hundreds of these packed away in some sort
of storeroom." He handed one to Julian.
It appeared to be a toga. Julian shrugged, "When in Rome..."
Julian pulled the soft fabric on and he had to agree it was an
improvement over the heavy dress he had been wearing for the past few
days. The hem of the toga barely covered his thighs and he decided to
put on his panties. As Julian dressed, Martin stripped and pulled on
his own toga.
Martin's toga differed from Julian's in that it only went over
one shoulder, leaving part of his chest bare. Julian thought Martin had
the body for that. His face felt hot with embarrassment as he realized
what he was thinking.
"Shall we start looking, then?" he asked Martin.
"I suppose so," Martin replied a little reluctantly. "I was
really starting to enjoy this vacation. Not quite what I had expected,
but fun. When we get out here, why don't we go to Hawaii? You ever been
there?"
Julian laughed nervously, "no, I haven't."
"I have this summer house in a quiet corner. It has a really
spectacular view."
He has a summer house, thought Julian, in Hawaii? This guy was
either rich or he was trying really hard to impress Julian. Maybe both.
They headed out into the half-completed town and began searching
for the entrance to the control center. The buildings were in varying
stages of completion and none had any furnishings in place yet. As they
searched, Julian and Martin found many signs of workmen in the town.
Tools and supplies had been left in many buildings.
"Looks like they cleared out in a hurry," Martin said.
"I wonder if they were moved out when the computer problems hit."
Julian replied. He was in a far calmer mood than he had been in since
this whole thing had started. He was starting to feel more comfortable
around Martin despite, or just maybe because, of their lovemaking the
night before. He also felt less constrained in the toga than he had in
the heavy dress. He liked the feeling of the warm morning wind on his
bare legs. Also, they hadn't seen anything of the Yul Brynner gunslinger
android since arriving in the Romanesque town. Maybe they had finally
given him the slip.
Julian's good mood faded a little after two hours. He was
beginning to think there wasn't an entrance to the control center there
at all. "Perhaps we should split up, so we can search faster."
"Do you think that's a good idea?" Martin replied.
"I'm not suggesting we split up entirely. You do one side of the
street, I'll do the other."
Martin was a little dubious, but he agreed. "Here, take this
with you. Just in case." He handed his gun to Julian and then
unshouldered his rifle for himself.
They made better time that way, but still they uncovered no
trace of an entrance to the control center. Julian estimated they had
covered about half the town. He was making his way out of yet another
empty building when he saw a figure dart out of an alleyway. Julian
jumped back into the doorway. It was the gunslinger!
Julian watched from his hiding place, his heart hammering. Yul
hadn't seen Julian, because he was facing the other way. The bald man
seemed to be watching one of the buildings intently. Julian wondered why
Yul was watching that particular building when Martin stepped out of it.
Julian quickly brought his gun up, but he couldn't fire. If he
missed the gunslinger he could hit Martin. He had to do something! Yul
had the drop on Martin this time and he wouldn't miss. Julian aimed
above their heads and squeezed off a shot.
Yul dived for cover at the sound of the gunshot. From the
doorway Julian was hiding in he couldn't see where Yul had gone. Martin
was still in the gunslinger's line of fire, however. He glanced
anxiously over at Julian, who mouthed the word 'run' at him. Julian
could see Martin didn't like the idea, but if he stood there a second
longer Yul would cut him down.
To Julian's relief, Martin started running along the street and
then down a side alley. Yul jumped up and followed carefully, but
quickly. Julian scampered further into the house so Yul wouldn't see
him. He felt guilty at leaving Martin to fight him alone, but he was so
afraid of what Yul might do with him if he was caught. After several
long moments he poked his head out of the doorway. The street was empty.
Cautiously, he edged out of the building. Several gunshots rang
out from a neighbouring street. Julian ran down to the other side of the
street. His breasts bounced wildly as he ran. He was beginning to regret
ditching his dress. He felt too exposed in just the toga. He cut between
two buildings and flinched as another gunshot ricocheted past the alley.
He steadied his nerves for a second and then leapt into the street.
The fight was going against Martin. He was grappling with the
gunslinger for Martin's rifle. Julian froze, he was still unable to get
anything like a clear shot. He was going to have to get a lot closer.
Yul looked up. He saw Julian and grinned. Martin saw his
chance and redoubled his attempts to get the rifle away from the
gunslinger. Without warning, the rifle went off and the two
protagonists staggered apart. Julian hoped for one wild second that Yul
had been the one hit. That hope was dashed when Martin's leg gave way
and he collapsed.
Martin clutched his leg where he had been shot. There was no
pain, of course, but he couldn't move it. He lunged for the fallen gun
as best he could, but the black-clad gunman already had it. Martin
looked up at Yul, knowing he couldn't get away in time.
"Time to say goodnight," the gunslinger told him. Yul swung the
rifle around and smashed the butt in his face.
Julian watched in a state of total fear as Martin fell back,
unconscious. He watched the gunman turn and look at him. Yul laughed
and said, "You're looking better than ever, Julia."
"Stay back!" Julian cried.
"I've been looking forward to this moment for days. Now, come
over here and lets have some fun. Or it'll get very nasty for your
sheriff friend."
Julian took a step backwards, shaking his head. Then he
remembered the gun in his hand. Quickly, he gripped the gun in both
hands and started firing wildly in Yul's general direction. He only
stopped when his gun clicked on a spent chamber.
Yul was on the ground, but he was getting up! He dusted himself
off and tutted at Julian. "Now, that was silly. You're no cowboy. You're
a dancing girl. You were made to pleasure men like me. Come here!"
There was no way that Julian was going to submit to Yul. Maybe
he could force the gunslinger to shoot him. Then the nightmare would be
over one way or the other. His first priority had to be to reload his
gun, though. Martin's extra ammunition would be back with his clothes in
the temple. He turned and ran. He knew that Yul could wound him with the
rifle at any moment, but he gambled that the gunslinger wouldn't want to
spoil the object of his desires.
The gamble seemed to pay off. He reached the end of the street
without incident. He risked a quick glance behind him, but he failed to
catch sight of Yul. He had no time to worry where the gunslinger had
gone. Julian ran flat out back to the temple. The large building loomed
into view again as he raced back to it. He was nearly there when he saw
Yul step out into the street in front of him.
Yul was laughing. "Where are you going in such a hurry, my dear?
he asked.
This is a game to him, Julian realized. He turned and sprinted
up a side alley. Hopefully, he could lose the psychotic android and then
make his way back to the temple. Try as he might, though, he couldn't
shake Yul off. The gunslinger was never far behind. Julian's luck
finally ran out in a small alley. It was only after he ducked into it
that he realized it had no exit.
Julian ran down to the dead end hoping to find a door or hiding
place. There was nothing. He had to get out of there before Yul turned
up. Julian turned around and stopped. At the entrance to the blind alley
stood the now horribly familiar form of the bald gunman. Seeing that
Julian was trapped with nowhere to go, Yul took his time.
Julian's heart was hammering. Perhaps he could attack the
gunslinger at the last moment and get past. He dismissed the idea almost
instantly. His body wasn't designed for fighting and wasn't nearly
powerful enough. It had been made with something entirely different in
mind. He looked around desperately for some way out and he noticed a small
rectangular hole cut into the wall above him. It seemed very small, but
perhaps he could get through it. He gripped his gun between his teeth
and backed up to the far side of the alley. He took a second to steady
himself. Then he ran and jumped for the hole. He managed to grab the
lower lip of the hole and he started to haul himself in.
As soon as Yul saw what Julian was doing, he broke into a run.
He wasn't quite quick enough though and Julian was able to clamber into
the enclosed space. The hole turned out to be one end of a small
passageway. Julian guessed that it was some form of maintenance tunnel.
It was very cramped and he barely fitted into the tunnel. At least it
meant Yul wouldn't be able to follow him.
He couldn't go back, so Julian edged slowly forwards. There were
several intersections, but all of them were covered in heavy mesh grills
except the way ahead. Julian started to become afraid that he would get
stuck in the tunnel and that it would be days or even weeks before he was
found. Finally, the tunnel curved to the right and he could see daylight
ahead. Julian made his way to the exit as quickly as he could.
He stuck his head out the exit and rested for a few moments to
get his breath back. He hadn't come out in another street, but in what
appeared to be a large, enclosed circular pit. He clambered out of the
tunnel and dropped, rather ungracefully, to the sandy floor. Julian
climbed to his feet and looked around him. Above the high wall that
surrounded the pit he could see rows of benches. This was some form of
colosseum. This would probably be used for guests to enact their
gladiatorial fantasies when this part of the theme park was opened.
Julian straightened his toga and started looking for an exit.
There seemed to be only one break in the wall on the far side of the
colosseum. As he sprinted across to the gate he looked nervously about
for the gunslinger. Thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen.
The gate opened into a dark room beyond and Julian stood in the
entrance while his eyes adjusted. As he moved into the room he started
to get a bad feeling. He moved quickly through to the far side where he
found a modern steel door. It was locked. Julian knew that without the
key there was no way he was going to get through it, yet it seemed the
only way out. He looked a little closer and saw the door had several
dents in it. What the hell had done that?
Julian was still examining the door when he heard a loud
snorting sound coming from the corner of the room. Something was moving
there! He turned and ran back out into the arena. Looking back into the
room he could see something moving towards the light. Then the shape
walked into the arena and Julian gasped. It was eight foot tall at
least. It had a humanoid body that would have had a good chance of
winning a Mr Universe competition. What Julian was staring at, though,
was its head. Its head was that of a bull.
"Oh my God!" Julian cried and backed away in fear.
The minotaur cocked it's head and advanced.
"No!" Julian shrieked, "stay back!"
To his surprise the minotaur did stop. It made a grunting noise
in its throat. Some of Julian's fear receded as he wondered if the
mythological creature was trying to talk. Then it reached down and began
scratching the ground. Then, when it had finished it backed away. When
Julian didn't move, it pointed to where it had been standing.
Keeping his eye on the minotaur, Julian edged over to where it
was pointing. He looked down in the dirt and saw that the minotaur had
written in it. It read: 'I'm Tony McCarthy' and then under that 'in
wrong body'.
Julian looked up and smiled in relief. He had wondered and
fretted over Tony ever since he had got back to his hotel room in Dodge
City and found his friend's intended host android body as inert as the
one he was supposed to be in. "Tony? I was really worried about you. So
you ended up stuck in that body? The same sort of thing happened to me,
I'm Julian."
The minotaur was visibly surprised at that. Then its body
started to shake and it emitted a snorting noise. Tony was laughing!
"Stop that! It isn't funny!" Julian said crossly. "You have no
idea of what I've had to put up with." He looked around him at the high
wall. "Is that door in there the only way out?"
Tony nodded slowly.
"So, you've been here ever all this time. Good! Give me a boost
up the wall. Me and a friend are looking for the entrance to the control
center." They walked over to the wall. "The whole place has fallen
apart," Julian told Tony, "I told you it was a bad idea to come here,
but you knew better."
At the wall, Tony easily lifted Julian into the air. On Tony's
shoulders, Julian found it easy to reach the top of the wall and haul
himself up. He heard Tony make that snorting-laughing noise and he
realized his friend was looking up his toga. He turned around on top of
the wall, "I should leave you here to rot!" he told the minotaur.
Swearing softly to himself, Julian went over to the wooden
benches. They were solidly made, but weren't bolted down. With some
effort he managed to manoeuvre one over the edge of the wall. Using the
bench as a ladder, Tony began to carefully climb up. Julian looked on.
There was nothing he could really do to help. If the bench broke,
there was no way he'd be able to grab Tony. Though the bench cracked,
it held long enough for Tony to reach the top.
"Okay," Julian told him. "Follow me, but be careful! There's a
Yul Brynner android out there looking for me."
Tony grunted in obvious surprise.
Julian groaned, "yeah, Yul Brynner. Look don't ask me to explain.
The story is too long and way too embarrassing."
Tony flexed his muscles. Julian realized that his legs weren't
as thick as Tony's arms. "Just be careful, he has a gun. Now I have to
reload mine."
Together, they carefully made their way through the deserted
town. Julian was partly relieved that they didn't see the gunslinger,
but he worried about Martin. Had Yul headed back to finish him off?
They found the temple easily and soon Julian was running up the
steps to it. Tony's body wasn't built for speed and he lumbered after
Julian. The scene in the temple appeared as they had left it. The two
sleeping bags, Julian and Martin's Wild West clothes and the toolbag
Julian had taken from the white electric car they had found the day
before.
Julian went over and started going through Martin's clothes, but
he couldn't find any ammunition. "Where the hell are all the bullets?"
he exclaimed in frustration.
"Do you mean these?" came a rich and very familiar voice behind
him.
Icy fear ran up Julian's spine as he turned. There was the Yul
Brynner android grinning wickedly. He had Martin's rifle trained on
Julian and Tony in one hand. In the other he held a handful of bullets.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" Julian shouted at him.
"Why would I do that?" the gunslinger replied. "You're such a
pretty thing."
Without warning, Tony leapt at Yul. Julian knew that there was no
way his friend could reach Yul in time. The gunslinger swung his rifle
around and blasted Tony at point blank range in the chest. The gunshot
sounded particularly loud in the enclosed space. The minotaur lurched and
went down.
Julian used the distraction to jump on the sleeping bags and go
through the toolbag. He hoped to find something heavy or sharp he could
use as a weapon. Everything seemed to be precision instruments, nothing
was of any use. Then his hand closed around one small tool that was very
familiar to him. He heard a laugh from behind him and he knew his time
was up.
"Where do you keep finding these people to defend you?" the
gunslinger asked in an amused tone. "They're all gone now, though. Now
it's just you and me."
Julian turned slowly onto his back clutching the toolbag. The
gunslinger undid his gunbelt and then he moved on top of Julian. "I've
been waiting for this moment for too long." Julian was too frightened to
move as Yul ripped the toolbag from his hands and threw it away.
Yul ran one hand up under Julian's toga and began caressing his
thigh. Yul's touch made Julian's skin crawl. He knew that neither Tony
or Martin could help him now. Yul had easily overpowered them and now
him. Julian shivered in fear as he felt his panties being pulled down.
The gunslinger leered and began undoing his pants. "You're mine
now, Julia. You might as well lie back and enjoy it."
Miss-placed Part Eight
by
Stephanie
Gareth kneeled over the visibly frightened woman and laughed.
Ever since he had taken over the Yul Brynner android he had been
fascinated by the Dodge City dancing girl. Now, after days of pursuing
her and her sheriff friend he had finally caught her.
He had followed them at a distance for some time, but had lost
them when they had entered the half-finished Roman style town. Gareth
had been able to find them the next day and he had defeated the sheriff
yet again. As he had expected, Julia hadn't been far from her protector.
She had unloaded her gun at Gareth and he considered himself lucky she
hadn't hit him. Then she had turned and ran.
Julia had managed to escape him yet again. She had climbed down
some sort of tunnel which was barely large enough for her and too big
for Gareth. He was undecided about what to do next. Should he go back to
the sheriff? She would almost certainly come back for him. Then, a
thought occurred to Gareth. Before she had escaped him, Julia had been
trying to get to the large temple that dominated the center of the town.
What was so important there?
Gareth had quickly made his way over to the temple. It was
dominated by a large statue of a woman. It was probably meant to be one
of the old Roman goddesses, he decided. Inside he found two sleeping bags
and some discarded clothing. He saw Martin's gunbelt and realized Julia
was trying to get back to the temple to reload. Gareth quickly gathered
up the bullets and retreated to the far side of the temple. There he sat
down behind a pillar and began to wait. Julia would return sooner or
later and then she'd be his. He felt himself growing erect as he thought
about what he would do with her when he finally got his hands on her.
He was prepared to wait all day if necessary, but Julia appeared
barely forty minutes later. Gareth was startled to note she wasn't alone.
His first thought was that she had joined up with Martin. Gareth had put
a bullet through Martin's leg, though, so he wouldn't be going anywhere
very fast. Julia's companion was someone, something, very different. It
was huge and Gareth gaped at the sight of its head. Julia was talking to
it as if it was an old friend. Since when did she know any minotaurs?
Maybe the program running the Julia android had got a little
unbalanced when Martin had taken her out of the Dodge City area. Well,
it didn't matter. She still seemed to be operating well enough for what
Gareth wanted. Julia rummaged through the clothes on the sleeping bags.
"Where the hell are all the bullets?" she exclaimed in frustration.
That was the cue for his entrance. "Do you mean these?" he asked
as he stepped from behind the pillar. He kept the rifle trained on Julia
and the minotaur with one hand while he displayed a pile of bullets in
the other.
Julia shivered and she looked visibly afraid of him. Julia was a
little bedraggled after her days on the run from Gareth, but she still
looked very beautiful. Her long, blonde hair spilled free down her back
and framed her elegant face. Her toga was a little dirty from crawling
through the maintenance tunnel. Gareth could see the swell of her breasts
through the thin fabric. He turned her attention away from Julia's
voluptuous body. He couldn't afford to be distracted while the minotaur
was still around. Where had Julia found that thing anyway? As far as he
could tell the place was deserted.
"Why can't you leave me alone?" Julia cried at him in obvious
despair.
"Why would I do that?" Gareth replied. "You're such a pretty
thing." He allowed his gaze to wander up Julia's perfect body. It was
hard to believe she was just a machine.
A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye was all the
warning he got that the minotaur was going to attack. Gareth swung his
rifle around and fired point blank into its chest. It tried to take
another step and then collapsed. Cautiously, he kicked the minotaur onto
it's back and, making sure he kept the rifle trained on it, he examined
it more closely. Finally convinced it was 'dead', he turned back to
Julia.
She was rummaging through a bag of tools, frantically looking
for something she could use as a weapon. Gareth walked leisurely over
to her. "Where do you keep finding these people to defend you?" he asked
her. Getting no response he added, "They're all gone now, though. Now
it's just you and me." Julia turned onto her back and looked at him. She
was still clutching the toolbag.
He almost laughed as he saw her eyes widen as he undid his
gunbelt. He moved down on top of her, pulling the bag out of her grip as
he did so. He tossed it aside and then turned his attention to her.
Gareth ran one hand up her leg and under her toga. Her skin was velvety
soft and he felt his desire increasing. His hand reached her panties.
Slowly, but surely, he pulled them down so he would have access to her
sex. He feverishly undid his pants, he couldn't wait any longer. "You're
mine now, Julia. You might as well lie back and enjoy it." he told the
frightened woman.
Gareth pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees, revealing
his intensely eager erection. He lay against Julia, using the weight of
his body to hold her down. His cock was pressed into the warm flesh of
her thigh. "I wish I could meet the person who designed your body," he
told her as his hand massaged one of her breasts. "Whoever it was, did a
fantastic job."
"You're not an android!" Julia exclaimed in shock, "You're a
guest here like me!"
He looked down at her in surprise. She couldn't be a guest. That
body was definitely one of the computer controlled androids in the Dodge
City saloon. He was sure that the program he had slipped into the Dodge
City computers would only have transferred him to the Yul Brynner
gunslinger android. It shouldn't have affected any other guest. He cast
his mind back to the abandoned electric car he had found the day before.
The note the driver had left behind suggested massive computer trouble.
That meant the Dodge City staff had tried to remove his programs and that
had triggered the defences he had written into them. Perhaps his programs
had corrupted some of the data files for the computer controlled androids
with information from the guest registration information.
Yes, that must be it, he decided. If Julia had been a real
person, then she would have gone to the Dodge City authorities straight
away. The fact that she hadn't meant it was just an odd effect of his
protection programs. He began caressing her breasts again. Gareth
manoeuvred himself so he could enter her. As he lifted himself up to
enter her Julia bucked violently and threw him off to the side.
Gareth landed heavily and cursed. Why couldn't she accept that
she was beaten? He looked at her and was surprised to note that she
wasn't trying to run from him. She had pulled out a small palm-sized
black box from under her back and pointed it at him. What the hell was
that? It certainly wasn't a weapon. He had made certain no other weapons
were hidden there before Julia had appeared.
She smiled and said "bye bye!" Before pressing the button on the
box.
Nothing happened. She just must be stalling for time in the
forlorn hope that Martin could make it back to the temple. He leapt back
on top of her. Or at least, he tried to. His body wasn't responding! It
was just lying where he had fallen.
Julia's smile got wider as she stood up. "I was half-afraid this
wouldn't work," she told him. "Command: stand up."
Gareth felt his body moving and it quickly stood upright. He
tried to retake control of his body, but no matter how he tried he
couldn't move a single muscle. He felt his pants fall down to his ankles.
Julia laughed. Then she remembered Tony and she went to check on
the minotaur. Gareth could see her checking the creature out of the
corner of his eye. It wasn't moving at all. Julia stood and looked at
Gareth, "I just hope for your sakes he's alright."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Ma'am, We're not allowed to open guests personal effects boxes."
the worried young man told Sylvia.
"There are several exceptions," Sylvia told him. "One of them is
if you have reason to believe illegal munitions have been hidden in
them." She handed one of the boxes to the young man and picked up
another. "Follow me, we need to check these."
He swallowed nervously and carefully carried the box. He had had
little to do during the evacuation of Dodge City except looking after
the personal effects of the guests. Then without warning the boss of the
whole place had walked in and demanded two of the boxes to be opened. "Do
you know what you're looking for?" he asked Sylvia. "Guns? Bombs?"
"Virus software," came the reply.
He followed her into a side room in some confusion. Sylvia's head
technician was waiting for them. "But you said you're looking for
munitions."
Sylvia heaved the box onto the table, "Viruses can be just as
dangerous as a gun if used in the right place."
The head technician took the other box from the young man and
dismissed him. he put the box on the table next to the other one. "So
which one will we try first?"
Sylvia looked at the two boxes. They contained the personal
effects of the two guests still unaccounted for. One of them was in the
Yul Brynner android and was probably responsible for the whole mess. She
pointed at one at random and read the tag on the side. "Gareth McCall."
The head technician pulled open the case and together they
started to pull out the contents. Sylvia put Gareth's clothes to one
side. They had been laundered after Gareth had entered Dodge City and
there'd be no clues there. The she found a small black box, about the
size of a case for a pair of glasses. She found the catch and the case
opened. The case unfolded to form a keyboard and a hologramatic screen
popped into existence several inches above the case.
She flipped through the index screens to the file manager. "He
hasn't even password protected it." Sylvia flipped through the list of
files. This was almost certainly what they were looking for. She handed
the palm-top computer to her head technician. "Be careful with it
anyway, just in case he has left some traps in it."
They went through the box of Tony McCarthy's possessions, but
they found nothing out of the ordinary.
The head technician waved the palm-top computer. "I'll go get
started on this," he told Sylvia.
She nodded and he headed off to one of the labs. The control
center was quieter now all the guests had been moved back into Dodge
City, this time in their real bodies. All the computer-controlled
androids had been shut down and were in storage. She returned McCarthy's
box back to the storeroom and headed back to the main control room. Her
bosses were convinced everything would be find after the main computers
could be rebooted from the core memory files. That would remove the
viruses and restore full control over the theme park.
They could only do that, though, when the four missing guests
were found. She had had most of her staff scouring all through the Dodge
City area and come up with nothing. Sylvia entered the control room and
looked around. Most of the posts were filled, but none of the operators
were doing anything. Most of the boards had been deactivated by the
viruses and no-one dared use the rest for fear of what might happen.
"Anything happen while I was gone?" she asked.
One of the operators turned around, "I got an odd reading, but
I've no idea if it means anything or not."
Sylvia walked over to him, "what have you got?"
"I've got a report of an android being 'killed' in the Mythical
sector. It says the Minotaur has been disabled."
"The Minotaur? Some of the androids for that sector were being
tested last week" Sylvia said, thinking out loud.
"True," replied the operator, "but the operating programs for
them aren't even near to completion. Not even the viruses could have
activated that android."
"Maybe something, or someone, else did." Sylvia went over to the
intercom and called security. "Get your team back here, they're in the
Mythical sector!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Julian held on tightly to the box as he grinned at the frozen
gunslinger. He had been afraid that the cutout wouldn't work on Yul, but
it was obvious the gunslinger was under his control.
Carefully, he moved over to Tony. The minotaur was totally inert.
At least Tony should be safe, thought Julian. He turned back to the
gunslinger who hadn't moved. "Command: you can use your mouth."
Julian was unsure if that command would work, but Yul started
shouting almost immediately. "Let me go, you fucking machine!"
"Shut it!" Julian replied coldly. "Or I'll use this to make you
do some really unpleasant things. Now, do you know how this happened? Why
you and me ended up in the wrong android bodies?"
Gareth tried to struggle, but he only had control of his face.
He looked at the fury on Julian's face and decided honesty was his best
course of action. It was obvious to him now that Julian was a real person
after all. "I think it was my fault. It was only suppose to steer me into
this body. It shouldn't have affected anyone else."
"Why that body? What's so special about it?"
"It's a cool body. Who wouldn't want it?" Gareth replied.
Julian looked at Gareth in disbelief. "You mean all this is
because you wanted be Yul Brynner?"
"I was here in the original Dodge City, before the androids
went nuts. The Brynner android stalked through the town like it owned it.
Everyone feared and respected it, especially the real people."
"What's your name?"
"Gareth McCall."
"Well Gareth, do you have the faintest idea of what I've gone
through because of stupid little desire?"
Gareth had some idea, but he decided he should keep quiet. The
last thing he wanted to do now was anger this woman further.
"I'm going to make you do something I had to do." Julian stopped
for a moment to collect his thoughts. "Command: completely remove your
pants and shorts."
Again, Gareth felt his body moving beyond his control. His pants
were already around his ankles and his body simply stepped out of them
leaving him naked from the waist down.
"Command: remove all your clothes." Julian ordered.
As his body obeyed the command, Gareth worried about what was
going through Julian's mind. Whatever it was, he was sure he wouldn't
like it. His body finished removing the last of his clothes and he stood
still again.
Julian walked over to Gareth. It was only now that he realized
his penis was still fully erect. Julian had already noticed it. "You
won't be needing that anymore. Command: lose that erection."
Gareth felt his member deflate like a balloon. "Look, I'm really
sorry about all this. I thought you were just another computer
controlled android. Not a real person!"
Julian ignored Gareth and began sorting through his own discarded
clothes until he found what he was looking for. "This was particularly
annoying, it really cuts into your sides." He held up a pink corset for
Gareth to see.
Gareth wondered why Julian was showing it to him. It was only as
Julian approached him that he finally realized what was going on.
"Please don't do that!" he begged.
Julian said nothing and began to lace up the corset around
Gareth. The fabric it was made from felt soft to him, but he could
already feel the supports sewn into it. Julian pulled the corset as
tight as he could and then tied it up. Gareth could barely breathe and
the corset did dig into his sides.
Julian came back into Gareth's field of vision and looked
critically at his waist. "Not bad. Ready for the dress?"
"Let me go, you stupid bitch!" Gareth yelled in Julian's face.
"I'll take that as a yes. Pity I don't have a spare pair of
panties for you. Or maybe you're the kind of slut that doesn't wear any.
Command: put this dress on."
Julian watched with a smirk on his face as he watched the
gunslinger struggle into a dress which was far too small for him. "Right,
now put on my boots." He frowned when Gareth didn't move. "Oops!
Command: wear these boots."
Gareth's body had real trouble putting on the high-heeled boots.
They were really tight and uncomfortable. If he had been in his real body
he would have been in agony.
"Command: stand up."
Gareth staggered to his feet and looked at the young woman.
Julian smiled at him, "You look absolutely ridiculous. Command: walk
towards me." Gareth walked over to him. "No, that's no good at all.
Command: walk like this." Julian minced for a few steps in an
exaggerated parody of a woman. "Command: walk around the pillar there,"
Julian told him.
Gareth wiggled his hips and set off around the nearest pillar.
Just as Julian had, he held his arm out in front of him with his wrist
limp. Gareth felt a mixture of anger and shame. How could Julia do this
to him? This was ruining all his good memories of being Yul Brynner.
"When I get out of this I'm going to rip you limb from limb!"
"Now, that's no way for a girl to speak," Julian told him.
"Command: be silent." An idea occurred to Julian. He knew from his own
experience under the influence of the cutout that it only controlled
physical actions. It couldn't affect the mind. It wouldn't hurt him to
try out his idea though. "Command: Every time your voice box is
activated; all you will be able to say is 'Do you think I'm sexy?' or
'You make he hot' in a high falsetto voice." Julian grinned. "Command:
you can speak again."
Gareth felt his mouth return to his control. He considered
shouting at Julian again, but he was afraid that that bit of programming
might have worked. So he kept quiet and just glowered at Julian.
Julian shrugged. What should he do with Gareth now? Then he
remembered Martin. Julian had been so wrapped up in revenge he had
forgotten him. "Command: follow me," he said and walked out of the
temple.
Gareth minced after Julian as fast as he could. The hem of the
dress he was wearing flapped around his legs as he walked. Inside,
Gareth's anger and shame was rising. He was just thankful he was in a
deserted part of the theme park where no-one else could see him.
At the bottom of the steps of the temple, Julian stopped. "Can
you hear that?" he asked Gareth.
Gareth refused to answer, but he could hear a whining noise. It
was barely audible, but it was getting closer. In the corner of his eye
he saw movement at the end of one of the long, straight roads leading to
the temple. It was a white electric vehicle of some sort. Oh no, why now?
"At long last," remarked Julian. He watched the truck approach
with relief. He had been found at last and it was all over. The truck
pulled up beside them and a woman and two men climbed out the back.
Julian could tell by the body language of the three that the woman was
in charge. All three were looking at Gareth in some surprise.
The woman looked at Julian. "I'm Sylvia Mendes. You must be
Julian Matthews," the woman said to him.
Julian nodded. He felt suddenly tired now all the tension had
gone. It was over. He was finally safe.
Sylvia turned her attention to the rather bizarrely dressed
gunslinger. "...and you must be Gareth McCall," she said trying not to
laugh. "Nice outfit."
"That crazy bitch did this to me!" Gareth tried to say. His
voice box, however, obeyed Julian's earlier command. "Do you think I'm
sexy?" he asked Sylvia.
She burst out laughing. "Oh yes," she replied sarcastically,
"very."
Julian held up the small, black cutout box for her to see and
then handed it over. "Is Tony alright?" he asked her.
"Was he in a minotaur android?" Julian nodded. "According to our
readouts he's fine, though we need to physically connect his host body
to his real body to get him out of the system."
"He's in the temple," Julian said. "This moron shot him."
"If he hadn't, we wouldn't have found you so quickly," Sylvia
replied. She told the two men to go get the body. "Though it looks like
we needn't have hurried. You seem to have everything under control."
"What about Martin Isaacs? Is he okay."
"He's fine. We found him on our way here. He's in the back of the
truck."
Julian ran over to the truck and climbed in the back. Martin was
stretched out on a bench. He looked up as Julian climbed in. "Julia,
thank God you're okay!" They hugged and kissed. "I'm sorry I couldn't
stop him," said Martin.
"It's okay," Julian replied softly. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Outside, Sylvia watched the two men struggle down the steps with
the inert mass of the minotaur. "Load it in the back," she told them.
Then she looked back at Gareth, still standing paralysed at the foot of
the steps. "Command: Get in the back of the truck and sit down."
Gareth was shocked. Wasn't she going to release him from the
cutout? He started to complain and realized too late what would come out.
"You make he hot!"
Sylvia looked startled. "Just get in the back," she said finally.
She couldn't help but smile as she watched Gareth clamber into the truck.
Martin watched the gunslinger climb into the truck and sit down
on one of the benches in disbelief. "What have you been up to, Julia?" he
asked.
"Just a bit of revenge."
Martin's eyes widened even further when the minotaur was pushed
onto the floor of the truck.
Julian just shrugged helplessly and smiled. "I'll explain later."
Martin laughed. "This is nothing like what I expected, but this
has really been a great adventure. When we get out of here, what do you
say to a nice long Hawaiian vacation?"
Julian's smile dropped. He had defeated Gareth and was on his
way back to his own body, but the most difficult task still lay ahead.
He had to break it to Martin that he was really a man. The last thing
Julian wanted to do was hurt him, but Martin wasn't going to like finding
out that he had slept with a man.
Miss-placed Part Nine
by
Stephanie
Julian was very quiet on the way back to the control center.
Martin had put that down to the experiences Julian had gone through, but
that wasn't his main problem. The truck was bringing ever closer to the
point where Julian was going to have to tell Martin the truth about
himself. That he wasn't a woman stuck in the wrong android body, but a
man. Julian was trying, and failing, to think of some way of doing it
without hurting his friend.
However, the truth was that Martin had become far more than just
a friend. The previous night things had got a lot more intimate and a
lot more complicated. Julian still found it almost impossible to believe
that he could have feelings like that for another man.
On the other side of the truck sat the gunslinger who had chased
him relentlessly for three days. He was still under the control of the
cutout that Sylvia had and was unable to move. Julian had been controlled
by the cutout himself a couple of days before and knew how terrible it
felt to be unable to control his own body, but he felt Gareth more than
deserved it for putting him through hell. Gareth was still clad in the
ill-fitting dress Julian had forced him into before the Dodge City staff
had arrived.
Martin's head was resting on Julian's lap. Julian ran his hand
through Martin's hair and quietly fretted. He could tell that Sylvia had
realized how close he and Martin were and he was thankful she had the
good sense to keep quiet about his real identity.
The floor of the truck was taken up with the inert body of the
minotaur. Sylvia had told Julian that Tony should be perfectly fine and
there shouldn't be any problem in getting him out of the system and back
into his own body.
The truck reached the control center and headed down into the
underground garage. The entrance was well hidden and Julian suspected he
wouldn't have found it unless he had fallen over it.
Martin was helped from the truck and put in a wheelchair that
Sylvia had called ahead for. Sylvia ordered Gareth over to two security
men and turned off the cutout. Immediately Gareth started swearing at
Sylvia, Julian and the world in general. The guards were ready and
stopped him from attacking anyone.
"Put him in a secure room," Sylvia told the guards, "until we're
ready to return him to his body."
The body of the minotaur was manhandled out of the truck and onto
a trolley. "We'll process your friend first," Sylvia told them, "and then
we'll sort out who to do next."
"How long will it take?" Julian asked.
"About half an hour." She looked at Martin, "Mr Isaacs, we'll get
someone to look at your leg. It's only non-operational because of the
gunshot. It's not actually damaged, so we can turn your leg back on in
no time."
"I'll catch up with you in a bit," Martin called as he was
wheeled away to one of the labs.
Sylvia turned to Julian. They were alone. She could see he was
visibly distressed about something. "Are you okay, Mr Matthews?"
"Yes...well, no." Julian took a deep breath to steady himself.
"Martin and me became...close when we were on the run from McCall."
Sylvia nodded sympathetically. It had surprised her when she had
first noticed how close Martin and Julian were, but she had been careful
not to show it. "Does he know about you?" she asked.
Julian sighed and shook his head. "He hasn't a clue. How could I
let this happen?"
"It's not your fault," Sylvia told him. "Look, it'll be an hour
or so before we can get to you. You can freshen up in one of the spare
quarters down here."
She led him down the hall to a compact sleeping quarters. It was
like a small hotel room. Julian assured Sylvia that he'd be alright. She
gave him a warm smile and left.
Julian looked around the room. On the back of the door was a
detailed map of the whole center detailing fire escape routes. Julian was
surprised at the size of the complex. The bed was large and very
comfortable after days in the open, but Julian was still too keyed up
to sleep. A small bathroom led off from the bedroom. It was quite small,
but contained a shower, toilet, basin and full length mirror.
He went over to the mirror for a closer look. He hadn't had a
really good chance to look at himself since just after he had woken in
this female form.
Even after all this time in this body, he couldn't get over how
good it looked. Even with the accumulated dirt it had picked up during
his journey. He decided to have a shower. Even though he'd be out of the
body in an hour, he thought it worth it. If only to pass the time and
take his mind off the inevitable confrontation coming.
Julian stripped off his toga and panties and looked at himself in
the mirror. He had a strange feeling that took him a few seconds to
identify. Part of him was going to miss this new body. Was that because
that part of him had genuinely enjoyed being female or was it because he
was afraid of having to tell Martin who he really was?
He sighed and got in the shower. Julian turned it on full and
hot and just stood under the flow. He hadn't had a shower in the better
part of a week and it felt glorious.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
The doctor finished talking to the man in the bed and walked over
to Sylvia.
"How is he?" Sylvia asked her.
"Mr McCarthey is suffering from no ill effects from his
experience in the minotaur android."
Sylvia relaxed a bit, "that's good news. I'll need you to check
over the others as we integrate them back into their real bodies."
The doctor nodded and returned to her work. Sylvia turned and
headed back to the sleep chamber where the three remaining guests bodies
were stored. She had been slightly afraid that Tony McCarthey's mind
might have been damaged by being in an inactive android for so long. They
could have brought Tony out of the system without the computers, but that
was a dangerous procedure. Sylvia was glad she hadn't needed to resort to
that. Her head technician turned as she entered.
"How is he?" he asked.
"The doctor has given him the all clear. So, are we ready for our
hacker?"
"Everything's set," he told her, patting the sleep chamber
holding Gareth McCall's body.
Sylvia nodded at the two security guards and they went off to
get Gareth. She ran a quick diagnostic on the sleep chamber as she
waited.
Gareth could be heard long before he entered the room. "I'm going
to sue the lot of you! I'm just as much a victim as anyone else!" He came
into view and pointed immediately at Sylvia. "You're going to get sued as
well! You had no right to leave me under the influence of that damn black
box! When I'm finished with you, you won't have a cent to your name!" He
was still wearing the dress. Sylvia had made sure he wasn't given any
other clothes. Not after what he had done to her theme park.
"I assure you, Mr McCall," Sylvia replied, "we treat all people
who threaten the safety of this establishment and it's guests the same."
"Threaten?" Gareth said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"We found the computer, Mr McCall. The police are already on
their way and I'm sure they'll find it very interesting."
"What computer?" he shouted desperately.
"Every inch of this complex is under video camera surveillance.
We have footage of you storing your computer in your personal effects
box." She was enjoying this. McCall was the one who had caused this
colossal mess after all. "It'll be a simple matter to match the virus
programs in your computer to the one rampaging around our systems."
Gareth slumped. His whole plan for getting out of Dodge City was
playing the innocent victim when he was finally caught. It had never
occurred to him that they'd go through his personal effects and find the
computer.
"Hook him up," Sylvia told her head technician, "and get him the
hell out of my android."
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Julian was finding the shower very invigorating. He soaped his
body and then rinsed the suds off his magnificent curves. Soon he'd back
in his own body and he'd have to give this strange one up. Soon he'd say
goodbye to these strange sensitive weights on his chest.
He cupped his breasts in his hands and let the water play over
them. His nipples responded to the attention and sprouted in his palms.
His skin felt sensitized under the shower. He felt himself relaxing as he
dropped a hand down to his crotch. With a soapy finger he caressed the
nub of his clitoris. He felt a small pang of loss as he realized this was
the last time he could do this. He wondered when he had stopped hating
his new body.
As he fingered himself he saw a movement outside the shower. He
jerked his hand away from his vagina and peeked around the frosted glass
door of the shower.
"Hi," said Martin, smiling, "room for two in there?"
"Uhh...no," Julian replied and hid back behind the shower door.
He shut the shower off and reached for a towel.
"What's up?" Martin asked. This wasn't the reaction he had been
expecting. He had got his leg patched up so he could walk around until
he was returned to his own body. Then he had headed straight for Julian.
"Look, Martin, I have something I need to talk to you about. It's
very important."
"Okay, what?"
"Give me a moment to get dressed and I'll show you."
Martin was confused, but he went back out into the bedroom to
wait for him.
Julian quickly finished towelling down his body. His long hair
was still wet, but he didn't have the time to dry it now. A white
dressing gown was hanging from a peg on the wall. Julian decided on
that instead of his toga. The less revealing his clothes the better. He
pulled it on and headed quickly for the door to the room.
Martin followed him out into the corridor. Julian saw Sylvia
walking towards them. "Could you stay here a second, while I talk to Ms
Mendes." Julian asked Martin.
"Sure," he replied a little uncertainly.
Julian hurried down to Sylvia. "I decided to tell him now. Could
you clear the room where my body is so I can explain to him in private."
"We could tell him if you want to. You don't have to put yourself
through this." Sylvia said sympathetically.
"Thanks, but this is something I have to do."
Sylvia nodded, "Okay, I'll take you there." She called on ahead
with her intercom as Julian walked back to Martin.
Martin clearly knew something was up, but he really didn't have a
clue what it was. Julian was feeling a little dizzy from fear. This was
about the last thing he wanted to do, but he felt he owed Martin the
truth.
He looked around at Sylvia, who nodded. He turned back to Martin
and asked him to follow. The sleep chamber took only a few minutes to
reach, but to Julian it seemed forever. Part of him wanted to get there
and get it over with and the other half never wanted to go there.
The long low white room was just as Julian remembered it from
the start of the vacation. Now, however, all the chambers bar two were
empty. Sylvia stopped at the entrance to the room and let Julian and
Martin go on alone.
The first suspended animation chamber held Martin's real body.
Martin peered at his own face and then laughed. "This is so weird."
Julian looked down at the sleeping figure through the reinforced
plastic covering it. So, this was the real Martin. It did seem strange
that through all their adventures, Martin had been there all the time. It
was even stranger to realize he had been in a similar chamber just a few
feet away. Julian knew he was just stalling to avoid the inevitable and
so pulled himself away from Martin's chamber. "My one is just over here,"
he told Martin.
He walked over to the other occupied chamber and looked down at
his own face. It looked totally familiar and totally strange in the same
instant. He had never seen his own face like this before. He tensed as he
felt Martin walking up behind him.
"Julia," he said, "it truly doesn't matter to me what you
look..." He looked down at the sleeping form in the chamber. At the
obviously male form of the occupant. "This..." he began, totally
dumbstruck.
"...is me," Julian finished for in a quiet lifeless voice. "I
never meant this to happen. I'm really sorry."
Martin looked up at Julian and then back down at the suspended
animation chamber. He was obviously still trying to take it all in.
Julian felt the humiliation and despair of his situation closing in on
him. He was close to breaking down entirely. He turned and ran from the
chamber.
Martin watched him go and then looked back down at Julian's real
body.
Julian almost collided with Sylvia on the way out of the room.
"It's okay." she told the tearful man. "You've done it. It's over." She
held Julian until the sobbing subsided a little. "Come on, I'll take you
back to your room."
He allowed himself to be led back to the small bedroom. He felt
totally drained. "When will you put me back in my body."
Sylvia looked at Julian's feminine tear-streaked face. Even now
she found it hard to believe there was a man in there. "We'll process Mr
Isaacs first and then we'll come straight for you, Julian. Just another
half an hour and it'll be finished." She got up to go, but hesitated. She
didn't want to leave Julian alone in that state. "Shall I get your
friend, Tony, to come sit with you? We extracted him form the minotaur
with no problems."
Julian smiled weakly, "no...I'll be alright. I wait until I'm
back in my own body before I'll go see him."
Sylvia nodded. "When you're out of here, go find a lawyer. A good
one. You deserve plenty of compensation for what happened to you."
He thought that was strange advice from Head of Operations of
Dodge City and said so.
"Well, after this mess, I'm going to get as far away from this
company as possible." She went to the door and opened it. "I'll be back
as soon as I can."
Julian nodded and she left him alone. He slumped back onto the
bed and sighed. He wished he could have somehow spared Martin the truth.
Martin was probably still standing in utter disbelief by Julian's
suspended animation chamber.
His mind drifted back to the previous evening when he and Martin
had made passionate love. He remembered the sensation of their bodies
locking together. It had seemed so right at the time and part of him
still felt great affection for Martin. He turned over onto his side
feeling his breasts shift as he did so. Sylvia was right. He should sue
this bunch for everything he could get. He certainly deserved it. Though,
it had opened his eyes to a part of him he never knew existed. He didn't
have any idea how to deal with that newly revealed part.
Julian lost track of time and was surprised when Sylvia came back
for him. "Are you ready?" she asked him.
He nodded and she helped him to his feet. "What about Martin?" he
asked.
"Everything went fine. We moved him out of the way, so you won't
bump into him."
Julian nodded and allowed himself to be led back to the chamber.
A reclining chair had been placed next to his chamber and a doctor and
two technicians stood ready to receive him. Next to them was a three foot
square machine on wheels. Sylvia led him to the chair and he settled back
into it.
The doctor walked around to him and smiled reassuringly. "This is
a very simple procedure. Because the main system is compromised, we have
to use this portable unit to disengage you from the system, but there is
no need to worry. You'll just drop off to sleep and wake up in your real
body.
Julian felt the technicians open a small port in the top of his
head. It felt strange, but not uncomfortable to have something slotted
into his head. Then a strange lassitude started to overcome him and
within seconds he was unconscious.
Immediately, or so it felt like to him, he started to wake up
again. His body felt cold and stiff and very wrong. He could feel a
hundred differences as his body returned to life. He was now in the
opened chamber and the doctor was concentrating on its readouts.
The doctor looked up at Sylvia, "He's awake."
Sylvia leaned over into his field of vision. "Welcome back, Mr
Matthews. Everything went fine. No problems at all. You just lie back and
give yourself a few more minutes to fully wake up.
Julian realized what the differences he was feeling were. He was
back in his real body and it felt like an ill-fitting suit. He must have
got a lot more used to his female android body than he had realized.
Slowly, feeling returned to his extremities. He experimented moving his
arm and he moved it above his head so he could see it. It was thicker and
had a light covering of hair.
He touched his face and ran his hand along the slight beard
growth he had got in the suspended animation chamber.
Five minutes after he woke up, Julian was helped into a
wheelchair. He didn't think he needed it as his strength was already
returning, but the doctor insisted. As he was wheeled from the room, he
looked for his android body. There was no sign of it. It must have been
removed before he woke up. He had wanted to see what he had looked like
from the outside.
He was returned to the room where he had waited. A large plastic
box bearing his name was resting on his bed. In it he found his clothes
and personal effects. He dressed slowly and quietly. It felt strange not
to feel two weights moving on his chest anymore. He knew that the strange
feeling of being in the wrong body, even though he wasn't, would fade
soon.
When he had finally finished dressing he turned and looked in the
mirror. He was a little startled to see his old self staring back at him.
He shook his head. The sooner he got over it the better.
He jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. "Julian? You in
there."
Julian nearly panicked, until he realized it wasn't Martin. "Come
on in, Tony." His deep voice surprised him for a second.
Tony opened the door with a wide grin on his face. "So, what did
you think of the vacation."
Julian sighed. "You call that a vacation? It was the worst
fucking four days of my life! Do you have any idea what I went through!"
"Relax," Tony told him, unconcerned. "What about me? I spent it
all stuck in a pit as a half-human beast."
"How many days did it take you to realize you were in the wrong
body?" Julian replied acidly.
"Ha ha," Tony replied in a dead pan voice. He finally realized
that Julian was quite traumatized by the whole thing. "Never mind. At
least we're going to be a whole lot richer after all this."
"Is that all you can think about?" Julian said.
Tony was about to reply when there was another knock at the door.
"Come in!" said Tony, before Julian could stop him.
Julian was relieved to see Sylvia rather than Martin come through
the door. "Can I talk to Mr Matthews alone?"
Tony shrugged, "Sure." He headed out the door, "Don't sign
anything Julian!"
Sylvia smiled and shut the door. "We have a small ground-skimmer
which we could use to ferry you away from here if you want to and we'll
make sure Mr Isaacs isn't on it."
"Thanks. Won't the police want to talk to me?"
"Probably, but they can do that over vid-link, can't they?"
"Alright, lead me to the skimmer." Julian had an overriding
desire to just get away from Dodge City. He talked Tony into flying back
with him. The last thing he wanted was for Tony to end up talking to
Martin.
Just before he boarded the skimmer he turned to Sylvia and begged
her not to say anything about him to Martin.
She nodded, "My lips are sealed. Don't forget to get a good
lawyer."
"I'm not sure I want this to be drawn out in the court. I
couldn't stand it."
"It won't get that far. My soon-to-be-ex-bosses will pay you big
bucks to persuade you not to sue them. You'll be alright."
"Thank you for everything," Julian said.
Sylvia just smiled. She watched him board the skimmer. It lifted
off in a blast of dust. Sylvia watched it until it was a dot on the
horizon and then walked back into the complex.
Miss-placed Part Ten
by
Stephanie
Julian walked into his bedroom and dropped the packages on the
bed. He hadn't opened them, but he knew exactly what they contained. He
decided to go and get a drink before he opened them.
He headed downstairs and through to the large fitted kitchen.
Julian still had difficulty in accepting that this huge house was all
his. Sylvia had been right, the company had settled out of court for a
very generous sum rather than face a public legal fight. Gareth hadn't
proved so lucky and got a severe fine and probation for hacking. The
release forms all the guests had signed made it difficult to prosecute
Gareth for what he had done in the theme park, but that was fine by
Julian. He just wanted to bury the whole event and forget about it.
Tony had immediately set off for a cruise ship in the
Mediterranean, while Julian had bought a large house in a good
neighbourhood. Tony had tried to convince Julian to go with him to
Europe, but Julian had vowed never to go on vacation with him again. The
money had been good enough for them to effectively retire. Julian had
initially enjoyed the freedom, but his mind kept returning to one thing.
A day didn't pass without him thinking about what had happened to him
back in Dodge City.
Often, he'd catch himself daydreaming about making love to
Martin. He would be disturbed and turned-on by the thoughts at the same
time. He didn't understand his new feelings. Julian knew he wasn't gay
and he was still attracted to women, but he always ended up thinking
back to when Martin had made love to him in that half-finished fake
temple. It had felt very good at the time, but he was a man and he had
to forget it and move on.
His dreams, that he could remember, more often than not involved
his time in the female android body. The pattern they usually followed
had the bald gunslinger tracking him down. Then, just before his
capture, he would be rescued by Martin who would easily defeat the
gunslinger. Then Julian would fall into Martin's arms and they would
make passionate love.
He finally decided that if he could find some sort of release
valve for his feelings then he'd be able to push them back to the point
where he wasn't thinking about it every moment of the day. It was as he
was watching an advert on the holovid one day that he finally realized
what that safety valve could be. The product the advert was selling was
irrelevant. Julian was looking at the clothes the woman was wearing. The
idea did excite him, maybe it could help him work off the tension.
Julian went on-line and into one of many clothing sites. He went
into the section dealing with women's clothing. He was glad he could do
this on-line. He would never have got the nerve to walk into a shop and
do this. He selected several sets of lingerie, making sure to pick up
several corsets along the way. He had remembered the corset he had worn
back in Dodge City and his penis had swelled. Next he moved onto dresses.
He went for several of the long flowing type. Just to be different, he
picked up a few short skirts and blouses. He had been so embarrassed over
what he was doing that he had almost cancelled the order on the spot.
Now, one day later, the packages had arrived. He pulled a beer
from the fridge and opened it. As he headed back upstairs he wondered
what Martin was doing. Julian shook the thought off in irritation. Why
couldn't he get Martin out of his mind? If they met today, Martin would
probably try to kill him over what had happened. Julian knew that if he
had been in Martin's place he would have felt very angry and betrayed.
At least, he would have before his vacation to Dodge City. Now, he just
didn't know anymore.
Back in his bedroom, he ripped open the packages and laid out
the clothes on his bed. He found the idea of wearing them to be rather
exciting. He quickly stripped and selected which clothes to wear first.
First on was a pair of silken panties. They fit very snugly and
the slippery fabric felt good against his skin. His erection poked out of
the top of them. Next came the bra, which he struggled into. An image
flashed into his mind of the time when he had actually needed a bra. When
he had looked down to see the two globes of flesh resting on his chest.
He trotted to the bathroom and carefully padded the bra with
cotton wool. He pulled on the corset and spent the next ten minutes
struggling to get it done up. It wasn't that comfortable, but the
sensation reminded him of his time in Dodge City.
Julian pulled on one of the long flowing dresses. He avoided
looking in the mirror as he knew he didn't look that convincing. He was
going to have to buy a wig and some jewellery.
His heart was racing at what he was doing, even though he knew
no-one was around to see him. The dress was much lighter than the one he
had worn when stuck in a female body, but it was enough to bring the
memories flooding back. Julian remembered riding on the back of Martin's
horse, hanging onto his muscled body for dear life.
Then his mind flicked forward to the two of them alone in the
half-finished temple. When Martin had held and caressed him. Julian
reached down and lifted up his dress so he could reach his penis. By now
he was fully aroused and his panties were straining from his erection.
He walked over to the bed and sat down. He slowly stroked his
cock while imagining that it was Martin's hand doing it. Julian laid
back and began masturbating in earnest. One hand went to his chest and
he fondled himself, imagining that he had breasts again. In his mind he
could feel Martin covering and then entering him. The totally unfamiliar
feeling of being penetrated. It was so different, yet so good.
"Martin!" He cried out and climaxed.
When he recovered, Julian quickly cleaned up the mess and
stripped out of his female clothes. He was quite disgusted over what he
had just done.
He couldn't carry on like this. He had to get Martin out of his
mind and move on. The honest truth was that he couldn't. More than once
he would wish that he was a real woman so there'd be no reason while he
couldn't be with Martin.
Despite his disgust at dressing in female clothes, he
consistently went back to it. Over the next month he bought a wig and
some cosmetics. Julian was never happy by his efforts, though. He could
never make himself look as naturally feminine as his android body had.
He had settled into a natural rhythm, but it hadn't helped him
get over Martin. If anything, his attraction to Martin had intensified.
This was getting him nowhere. He had to find some way to get over Martin.
Maybe he should call him and talk it out. The idea frightened
Julian at first, but it caught hold. If he talked to Martin then it
would bring some form of closure to the whole traumatic event. Though he
doubted Martin would want to talk to him. Martin probably felt the whole
episode was an attack on his masculinity and the last thing he wouldn't
be happy to reminded of it.
The idea wouldn't go away, however, and after several weeks
Julian plucked up enough courage to start trying to track Martin down.
The question was where to start. Julian wracked his brains.
Martin had said he had a second house in Hawaii. Julian opened
the electronic phone book on his vidphone. It was possible Martin wasn't
in the book, but it was a good place to start. There were only two Martin
Isaacs listed for Hawaii and Julian quickly eliminated one of them.
He tried to relax and then tapped in the other number. He had
thought that he was ready to face Martin, but he totally seized up when
Martin answered the phone.
"Yeah, hello?" said Martin. His eyes widened when he saw it was
Julian calling him.
Julian tried to speak, but his throat was suddenly dry.
"Julia? Thank God, I've been hoping you'd call." Martin said.
Julian's nerve failed and he hung up. That had been a dumb thing
to do. The phone started ringing, making Julian jump. It was Martin! He
had got Julian's number from looking at the data record on his own phone.
He left the phone ringing and went to get another drink. How
could he have been so stupid? Martin could track him down now. He should
have found a good shrink and talked it out of his system. The phone was
still ringing. Julian got another beer and sat in the kitchen. He did
his best to ignore the telephone.
Martin hadn't seemed that angry to see Julian. In fact he had
seemed eager. Was it possible that Martin didn't hate him? He sat there
for several minutes listening to the phone ringing in the hall. He was
going to have to answer it.
He left his beer behind and went back to the phone. He felt a
little faint, so he sat down. Then he punched the call-accept button.
Martin re-appeared on the screen. "Are you okay, Julia?" he
asked.
"I'm okay," Julian replied quietly, "Though my name is Julian."
"I'm sorry. I never found out your real name."
They were silent for a few moments. Then Julian said, "I had to
call, to see how you were."
"I'm glad you did. I tried to reach you, but none of them would
give out your name."
"I asked them not to. I was too ashamed over what had happened."
"Ashamed?"
"Well, yeah," replied Julian. "Before all this I was a normal
heterosexual man. I spend three days as a woman and I end up...with a
man. I'm sorry, Martin. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Martin shook his head and smiled. "It's alright. I must admit,
when I found out who you really were it was a bit of a shock. It was the
last thing I was expecting. I did enjoy the time we spent together,
though."
"So did I," Julian replied sadly. "What we did has been preying
on my mind lately. It has been really worrying me."
"Something like that must really be a shock to the system."
Martin said sympathetically.
"It's not that it was a huge shock, though it was. What really
disturbs me is that I - I liked it, a lot. A part of me wants to do it
again."
"It was a perfectly natural reaction," Martin thought over his
next sentence carefully. "I meant what I said about not caring what you
really look like."
Julian felt his face going red. "I have to go."
"I'm sorry," Martin replied, "I shouldn't have said that. Can I
call you again? Tomorrow?"
"O-okay," Julian said and turned off the phone.
He sat there stunned for several minutes. He couldn't believe
what Martin had just said. Julian retreated to his bedroom with his beer.
As he lay there on the bed he tried to get his feelings in order. Maybe
he was totally misreading the signals, but Martin seemed to be still
interested in him.
The bulge in his jeans told Julian that he still felt for Martin
as well. He sighed and undid his jeans. As he stroked himself his mind
was filled with images of Martin.
The next day, Julian found himself anxiously waiting for Martin
to call. He had had a dream the previous night. In it he was a woman and
married to Martin. He had woken up disturbed, but excited from the dream.
Julian literally jumped when he heard a knock on his front door.
He cursed at his stupidity and went to open it. It took him a few seconds
to register who it was.
"Martin?" Julian exclaimed in shock.
Martin could tell Julian was distressed. "I know I shouldn't have
come, but I had to see you so we could sort things out."
It took Julian a few seconds to really accept that Martin was
really there. "C-come in," Julian said, trying to keep his voice calm. He
led Martin through the house to the kitchen and fixed a drink for both
of them. Then they sat down either side of the kitchen table.
"You're shaking!" Martin remarked. "Are you nervous?"
"No! Well, yes. Actually, I'm petrified!"
"I shouldn't have come. I'm bringing back all those bad
memories."
"No, it's okay. They weren't all bad. That's the problem." Julian
said. He sighed. "Your reaction to all this is surprising me though. I'd
would have thought you'd have gone ballistic when you found out who I
really was."
"To tell you the truth. I spent the next week going around in a
daze saying 'That was a man?' But I got over it. It's not like I've
never been with a man. Back when I was at university, I still hadn't
decided whether I preferred men or women. I don't know what it was about
you in Dodge City, but I found you far more interesting than any woman
I've been with. I could see it from the first moment I saw you in the
saloon."
Julian was impressed at Martin's candor. "My own experience is
only really with women. Before you, I'd never been... attracted to men.
I am attracted to you, though, and I don't know what I'm going to do
about it." His face was going red from embarrassment.
They were silent for a few moments. Julian found the silence
even more frightening than the conversation. "So what are we going to
do?" he asked Martin.
Martin shrugged. "I really don't know. I want us to be close
friends at the very least, but I know you're not comfortable with this.
If you want me to leave, just say so."
"Part of me wants to forget all of this, but the other half
can't let go of you. What a mess! I've been thinking, perhaps if I went
for a sex change. That new nanotech process that's been developed could
do it. Though it is really expensive and takes two years to complete."
Martin smiled. "Slow down, Julian! You shouldn't try and make
snap decisions like that. Look, neither of us know where, if anywhere,
this is going."
Julian nodded. Martin was totally right, it'd be stupid to rush
into something he might regret later. He noticed in nervous surprise that
both of them expected there to be a relationship of sorts. Even if it was
just a close friendship. "Do you think either of us will be able to make
it work?" he asked.
Martin reached across the table and held Julian's hand. "There's
no rush. This is new territory for both of us. Neither of us know what
the future holds, let each day come one at a time and we'll see what we
see."
Julian sipped his drink and glanced out of the window. It was
true that he had a lot to sort out. Maybe he should see a shrink just to
talk a few things through, but somehow he knew that he and Martin was
going to be more than just friends. He looked back at Martin's smiling
face and couldn't help grinning nervously himself.
Maybe this wouldn't work, but at least he had a friend he could
talk to. He could get everything straight in his own head, find out what
he really wanted. Neither of them knew what the future held, but Julian
was no longer afraid of it.
THE END