Chapter #4Some sort of technology by: Norman33   You ready for your date and you're heading for Stacy's. You don't know why and really don't care why she approached you and asked for a date. She's fucking hot and has big tits. On top of that her parents have money. They're also seldom home which means this could be a memorable night. You approach Stacy's door and do one last breath check before ringing the bell. You hear footsteps and the door opens.
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"Hi Elliot, come in", She says in a seductive voice. You stare for a second before your feet start moving. "Ahh, do you need some more time to get ready to go", you stammer. She smiles and while shutting the door says, "I thought we could stay in tonight". Your knees get weak and in your head you scream, "YES"! She takes your hand and leads you downstairs. "This is my part of the house", she says while leading you down. When you make it to the basement you look around. It's full of all kinds of scientific equipment. You don't remember what Stacy's dad did for a living, but figure it must be his. She leads you over to a sofa and you sit down. "Let me get you a drink", she says and walks over to a nearby table. She brings you back a drink that was waiting there. You look around while sipping your srink and say, "This is cool. Is this all your dad's"? She frowns and says, "No, it's mine. This is my lab". You're a little shocked and exclaim, "Wow, I didn't know you were", and stop. "Didn't know I was smart", she says finishing you sentence. You feel you just ruined what would have been a wonderful night and gulp down the rest of your drink. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean", you start to say and then start feeling wierd. You fall back on the coach unable to move. Her face appears over you and she says, "Don't worry, the drug will wear off in a few minutes, but that won't matter". She then starts attaching something to your head. "Oh my gawd, she's going to kill me. Why do all the hot girls have to be crazy", you think. You hear her doing something else in the room. You hear clicks and machines coming to life. You then hear something clanking. After that the machine noises and computer sounds start getting louder. Then an electrical jolt goes through your brain. The world becomes a swirling mass of colors. There is no up or down. You can't feel anything. All of a sudden it's over, but you don't feel right. You however not on the coach anymore. You're now tide to a standing table of some sort. Most shocking of all is that you're not you anymore. You're now Stacy. You look over and see you, or rather your body lying on the sofa. "What the hell", you shout? Your body starts to stir a little, gets up off the sofa, stretches, and then looks over at you. With a smile he says, "It worked". "Stacy", you blurt out? He smiles and says, "In my new flesh". He then walks over to you. "Why, why did you do this", you cry?
He rolls his eyes and explains, "You would know would you? You don't even remember me when I was in JR high. Can't blame you for that. Everybody just called me four eyes or brace face back then. I was the geek who sat in the back of the class with her nose buried in a book to escape the cruel taunts from the other kids, even you. The summer before high school my body matured, the braces came off, I got contacts, and I grew breasts. My mother suddenly noticed me and tried to relive her high school years through me. She was the cheerleading prom queen. Hungry for her love I went along with her. Suddenly I was popular. That's not what I wanted though. I wanted to be a scientist. I wanted to go to MIT. I wanted to go back to being a geek, but I couldn't. I was stuck as big breasted bimbo. If I got an A it was because I must have given the teacher a blowjob. I needed a way out, so I turned to science and created this. This machine can switch minds between bodies. With your body people will recognize me for me. It will not just be because of my body. Now I can be the person I was always meant to be".
"She is crazy", you think. "Stacy, please, there has to be another way. Switch us back. My life is not all that great. You won't like it", you plead. She then | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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