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Transform 1
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Archive-name: transform-1
My name is Charles 'Chuck' Howley.
First I think I should talk about me, or the way I USED to be.
I used to be the ultimate babe catcher. I would go to bars or whereever,
and guys would take notes. I could pick any woman up and then lay her down
if you know what I mean. I am serious, there was no one I knew who was a
bigger 'stud' than I was. If it had breasts I could convince it to fuck me.
That's a bit sick, but helps give you an idea about the way I was. My roomate
always asked me to set him up with someone, but that wasn't my thing.
Anyway, I digress. This is about my involvement with a certain
lady scientist (smart chicks turned me on). Her name was Katrina. Katrina
Polovsky to be specific. She was my next door neighbor when me and my college
buddy moved into a great appartment near the university that we were attending
graduate school in. My roomates name is Bob Coleman, but he is only a small
part of this story, or is he? Hmmmm...now that I think about it, he actually
had a great deal to do with this whole scenario. I was a business major, but
transferred to Law, and am working in graduate school as I said, and Bob is
a veterinarian to be (I am now...I help pussys..ok bad joke!).
The whole thing started when we set up our telescope in my room.
We, of course, were not terribly interested in star-gazing. We noticed early
on that directly accross and slightly below my window level was the room, and
bathroom of our next door neighbor. Let me describe the scene to you, two
young horny men setting up shop look accross the way and see a woman derobing.
Enough said huh? Now don't get the wrong idea, she was no model. In fact
had she been in a bar I would not have looked at her twice. She appeared to
be fairly short, about 5'4, or maybe even shorter. She wore large, think,
black rimmed glasses, and had the smallest breasts I have ever seen on a woman,
and believ me, I have seen many of them. Her hair was very messy, short, and
unevenly cut. Her skin was so pale I first thought she was an albino until
my roomate informed me that albinos did not have dark hair like hers. I was
not the brightest of law students, in fact it was more due to the fact that
the dean was female that I passed than it was due to my brilliance. No, I
did not fuck the dean for grades, though it was a nice little perk that
prevented me from screwing and running. I screwed Diane, oops I wasn't
supposed to ever use her name, um Shelly was her name, yeah, that's it!
I screwed Shelly cus Shelly had just gotten back from a breast augmentation
surgery, and she was very fetching after it.
I digress again...I have a habit of doing so. Anyway, back to Kate
Polovsky. Her hair was filled with little specks of dandruff, and when I
first saw her she had obviously not showered in more than a few days.
Anyway my roomate then said "Hey Chuck, that is the ugliest chick you've
ever seen naked!". He then laughed in a typically masculine manner. Not
only was Bob smarter, but he was actually more handsome. I was a basketball
player. No, not a good one. I was a center, and was average at best, but
you let me digress again. Punch me when I do that. Better yet piss on
your homework when I do that. Kate (as I call her now) had lived there
for 5 years, and was a very well respected young scientist. She had a
critical role in several military developments, despite being merely 28
years old. I was a kid at 24. Anyway, being the friendly guy I was I
decided to go over and introduce myself. My first mistake.
I then immediately followed that with my second mistake. Telling Bob
what I was planning to do constituted as mistake #2. Bob is a great guy, and
envied me like mad back then, but he was also a prankster. He immediately
joked "Gonna go over and screw that ugly hairless horse over there huh?"
Why me? He then said "better watch it Chuckmeister, the ugly ones are either
the hardest or easiest to screw!" How would he know? I was the all-american
stud! So being an idiot I made mistake #3 (all in a row like that), instead
of saying "Go fuck yourself!" I said "Oh yeah? I can get any chick in the
sack!". See where this is going? You got it, Bob, in typical jokester
fashion decided a bet was in order. He decided that appropriate amount would
be half the rent. In other words if I won, he pays all the rent, and if I
lost, well you get the picture. I fortunately had the presence of mind to
say "Nah, too risky, she could be a lessie." See how sensative towards
women I was. Anyway he convinced me that I could do it given all semster.
The bet turned into I had to have her ready to marry me by the end of the
semester, upon which time, I would dump her. Cruel huh? Well I agreed making,
you guessed it, mistake four. I keep logging these mitakes so that you can see
how many chances i had to avoid this catastrophe, but didn't because I wasn't
sensible.
To understand why I accepted this bet, you have to realize that it
wasn't the money, although it never hurts. I was pig headed. In my mind
women were nothing, but a way to get satisfaction. I never visualized a
woman with her clothes on. I saw a woman on the street and did I think
'She looks nice' or 'She looks smart'? No, not me. Even ugly women were
just sexual objects, albeit undesirable ones. They were like cars to me.
A pretty one was a Cadillac, and ugly one was a Saab. A young girl was
a Porche, while an old one was an Edsel. I am serious, I never associated
any human qualities with women at all! That and the fact that I saw myself
as a man who's mission in life was to be the next Hugh Heffner.
Anyway, I agreed and went over to the house with a sinister motive,
right after I had had probably the first non-sexual thoughts about a woman
since my mother was killed (they never did prove it was Dad's gun). I
strolled over casually thinking up a way to get her in the sack quick, when
she came out of her front door carrying a bucket filled beyond the rim with
shrivelled up dicks. Yes you read right, dicks! To say the least, this
drastically lowered my love for this bet, and I was about to flee back to
the house and declare the bet null and void, when she turned, saw me and said
"Oh hi there. How are you? You're the new neighbor right? I am Katrina."
and she closed the distance between us faster than I have ever seen a woman
move without running. I was frozen stiff. She held out her hand to shake
hands, but I could not move and inch. It was the first time I had met a
woman that frightened me. She was no dummy, she immediately noticed that
I was staring at her bucket and said "Oh my goodness, I forgot I had those
with me. Well, you have uncovered my plot to kill every male in the world
so I guess I'll have to kill you." My eyes popped out of my head and I said
oh so eloquntly "k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-ill me???" She giggled uncontrollably
and said "No silly, I was joking!" This did not ease my tention at all.
She then explained to me that she was doing some experiments with
genetics, and limb replacement, and she had made the sexual tools as part
of her experiments, to see how well they would perform. She went on to
tell me that when her work was completed cosmetic surgery would be out-dated
and that you could just use her machine to design your own body. As I said
I am not a genius, but I understood enough to calm my fears.
She then invited me in, and I accepted with new resolve. I could see
it a semester from then, I would say "I do...just joking you shitty bitch!"
I walked into her house and was frankly amazed. Her entire house interior
was carved out and replaced with a series of massive machines. There was a
human sized tank of water with wires floating in it in the middle of the
house, and it was flanked by a massive series of computers. I gasped.
She looked at me and asked "Are you a scientist? If so I'll explain the
machine to you..." I stopped her right there and said "No, do not explain
a thing, you will just confuse me." Even today I do not have even a small
inkling about how that enourmous machine worked, though she always referred to
it as her "Biological System".
It jumped out at me and scared me half to death. It the leaped into
the air and threatened to take part of me apart! It then landed upon me and
began to...purr. Purr? It was indeed a cat, but not a typical house cat.
It was a Cougar! The Cougar was licking me furiously, as if it were trying
to melt me like the wicked witch of the next door. Katrina said "Oh Garth,
can't you treat our guest properly?" The cat purred at her and went back to
licking me. I was frozen stiff, afraid that any minute the cat would
change moods and tear me to shreds. I have no illusions about my fighting
abilities. It is another of my weaknesses. when I get slapped it hurts.
I have no threshold for pain, and I cannot deliver a punch without
telegraphing it and letting my opponant have two weeks to figure out his
favorite way to block that particular punch.
After several weeks of visiting her constantly, I made no progress.
She would not open up, and never even gave me a hint that she was interested in
getting stuffed by me. I spied on her constantly to try to figure out an edge
but she never did anything. All she did was work on her machine. Even when
I was there, she just worked away on it. She said that she was making progress
on it, and that at this rate it would be done in 10 months and she would be
rich, famous, and happy. She always warned me to stay away from the machine,
as if I were there to smash it. She also mentioned that if she did finish it
in 10 months that she would be 6.3 million dollars under-budget on a 7 million
dollar funded project. She said that would open the eyes of the military to
her talents.
I then decided that if i were going to win the bet that I would have
to rub out the competition. I convinced myself that only if she were without
that infernal machine would she notice my superhumanly sexy self. Take notes,
cus this was mistake #5. I have had time after time to pull out of this whole
affair, but never did.
After she left on her daily jogging trip around the blocks in the local
area. She would be gone for 2 or 3 hours. I dressed up in green camo gear
(not mine, Bob's. I have no camo stuf because I have never heard of anyone
getting laid because a chick liked his gun belt) and wore gloves, and was
ready to shoot the Cougar cus if i didn't it would eat me as soon as I got
close to the machine. I stalked over there oh so well. I had never done this,
but I think I did damn well for my first attempt. I broke into the back
door, ok, I'll admit, she always leaves the back unlocked cus the cougar likes
hunting wabbit, er rabbit. I opened the door and stuck my head inside and saw
the cougar looking right at me from across the room. I could tell it new I
was up to something by the way it stared at me. I raised my gun and slowly
squeezed the trigger and *Pfffft*. the deed was done. You don't think I would
use a gun without a silencer in the city do you? I am young not naive. I then
went about destroying the machine. I took my bat and smashed relentlessly at
the assorted computers, and pummeled them into unrecognizability. I then
turned my thoughts tankward. I looked at the large tank and remembered that
she had put more work into that piece of equipment than any other.
I decided that since I had an hour and 10 minutes still after my
bashing, I would check this tank out. I climbed up next to it and looked in.
It most certainly was not water as I had initially believed.there was some
sort of slimey mucus like gunk in there. I then made sure I was far enough
below the lip to avoid any possible slip into this tank of slime. I saw
electricity coursing through the liquid. Curiousity killed the cat right?
Well the cat took advantage of my curiousity, that and the fact that I thought
there was only 1 of them, to leap up at me and begin clawing at me. It had
been outside hunting and had rutrned to find it's mate lying dead on the floor
and me messing with the mistresses' stuff. I struggled valiantly, but decided
that I couldn't win because I had put the gun away (I hate guns) and I was
losing this fight fast! I decided that my only survival chance was to flip
backwards into the tank and hope it didn't like the looks of the slime.
Great idea, but it turned out to be my last and biggest mistake.
pushing off from the great cat, I flipped back into the bubbling tank and
was met with a series of shocks. You don't think that clearly when cougars
are on top of you tearing you apart. I actually stayed awake in the tank for
quite awhile, and it really wasn't that painful until just before I blacked
out.
SCENE 2
I woke up in the hospital and tried to moan, because I had the worst
headache I had ever had. Fortunately I did not feel any pain anywhere else.
thinking about it more, I realized that I could not feel ANYTHING anywhere
else. I couldn't move anything. I was paralyzed! The Katrina moved into
my vision and said "Chuck, do not worry. I will not press any charges,
in fact there is nothing that I can do to you that could be worse than
what is going to happen to you for the rest of your life." Bob then
came in and said ""Um, dude don't worry about the bet, you won as far as
I am concerned ok?" I tried to respond, but could not manage.
Katrina then cleared the room and returned to me alone. She said
"I know why you were being friendly to me. I know about the bet. I have
known all along. But why? Why did you destroy what would be my life's
most rewarding invention?" She then continued "Well, I know about the way
you treat women and I want to tell you that you are going to have a
terrible month." She then left without saying another word, but left a note
on my table. Bob then returned and said "Dude, I will be callable if you
learn how to talk again ok? Should I tell yer Dad about what happened?"
trying to respond just made the already hideous pain worsen. He then said
"blink twice for no, once for yes." I started to blink once but an eyelash
dropped into my eye, and I blinked rapid fire. He said "Wow, you must
really hate getting their support." Actually I wanted it since I could
not pay for the treatment, and I let my insurance company cancel my policy for
lack of payment.
Over the ensuing 3 or 4 hours, my feeling slowly returned to my body.
Once I was able I reached over and got the note that Katina had left. I
opened it slowly, and read it:
Dear Chuck,
I know that you will be unnable to believe me,
but your body is going to undergo a massive phisiological
change. When you fell into the vat, it altered you inside
and on a subtle level, and those alterations will force more
overt ones over the coming weeks. What I am trying to say
tactfully is that you are about to undergo the worlds first
non-surgical transformation from male to female. You will
also be undergoing other changes that will complement your
change, and probably will become a very unique being.
Yours truly,
Katrina Porovsky
P.S. Do not try to seek me out, I am moving away.
I laughed at this ludicrous letter. It couldn't be true, could it?
I mean really, sure it was related to what she was trying to do, and sure she
said she was getting close to success, and that only minor bugs remained,
but no way could it be true. I began to cry. I then though 'I am crying,
just like a girl!' I then forced myself to stop. I realized that I had pretty
much healed fully, and could leave, if I had any money that is!
To be continued in Series #2 the transformation!
The power-mudder Shadowspawn
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