Copy and Paste

by Jennifer White

 

When Brian got his new computer, he was excited. He would balance his checkbook, write his letters, scan in digital photos, and all that good stuff. He learned how to use it, got an online service and email account set up. Like many new computer users, at first he did a lot with his PC, but then he tired of it, and started using it less and less.

That was, until he got a certain 'spam' email. It promised him access to a huge library of pictures of "horny college beauties, just waiting to show off their bodies for you."

He bit on the sales pitch, went to the web site, and was instantly hooked. From that day on, Brian spent several hours every night online. All to look at porno web sites.

 

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Brian thought it was harmless fun. He could stop any time he wanted to. But why stop? What was the harm in looking? Yeah, his girlfriend gave him a lecture about how bad it was to look at that stuff, how degrading to women, and all the other things she ranted about. He didn't care. He just nodded his head, and pretended to go along with her silly logic. He would just hide it from her. That's all.

Brian loved how you could see anything you wanted online. Young girls, old girls, women, ones with big boobs, ones with hairless pussies, ones in stockings, skirts, pantyhose, or nothing at all. He loved the pictures of women who were touching themselves, or using sex toys, inserting them deep inside their own pussies. And then of course, he found that he loved lesbian web sites. Pure eye candy. Women on women, going at it, touching, licking, making each other come. Now *that* was something worth looking at!

And not only were there just pictures; with his high-speed internet connection, he could download whole movies, and watch the chicks strip, masturbate, go at it with a man, or better yet, with another woman. He loved it all, and soon his harddrive was completely full of images and movies. He had to buy a second one to hold his growing collection. He was fully into it.

 

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Brian's girlfriend was upset with him one day.

"You don't look at me like you used to" she said. "I think you're looking at those pictures online again, and you're too used to seeing those easy women. You look at them, and not me."

"No honey, I still love you" he said.

"So, you don't deny it, do you. I thought so. You're going to need to make a choice Brian. Either it's them, or it's me."

She wouldn't listen to him, she wouldn't stay. She left him all alone, steaming mad. He decided that it was time for her to leave anyway. She was too much a prude. After all the things he had seen online, she never wanted to be adventurous and try anything like he wanted her to. So he went online, and started to browse his favorite web sites, which he paid for every month.

 

Brian had downloaded 10MB of new pictures. He loaded them into a folder on his desktop, and started a slideshow, to see them all. He sat there mesmerized, as the images of the perfect women flashed before him. Now he was aroused, and he gently stroked himself as he looked at them.

As he enjoyed seeing their naked female bodies, something strange happened. He thought that he heard a voice. An unfamiliar female voice. It sounded like it was coming from his computer.

"Brian. I'm *so* glad you picked us, instead of her. She was no good for you. Only *we* love you."

"Wow, some kind of multimedia show" he thought as he gaped at the amazing women on the screen. It was weird how it was so interactive that the show seemed to know about his life.

"Brian, you've been watching us for hours. Isn't this fun?"

"Yes" he said, not thinking how foolish it was for him to be talking back to his computer.

"I'm glad you like us so much" replied the female voice. "Tell me you love us. Please tell me?"

"I love you" he said.

"Ooh, I love it when you say that" replied the voice. "We love you too Brian. We want you to be with us. Do you want to be with us?"

"Yes I do!" he said. Who wouldn't want to be with the impossibly gorgeous women he was looking at.

"Then you can join us" she said, almost purring. "But first, you need to tell us what you like. Tell me Brian, what were the best boobs you saw tonight?"

The screen started to flash through some of the best built girls.

"Do you like small, medium, or large boobs?" said the female voice."

"I love the big ones" he replied.

"Do you like them saggy? Upturned? Pointy? Full? Wide? Round?"

Brian decided he liked the ones the best that were full, round, and just slightly upturned, coming to a point.

"Very good!" said the female voice. A picture of the perfect breasts appeared on the far side of the screen, while the middle of the screen now moved on to different legs.

"And what about legs Brian? Do you like them long? Thick? Thin? Muscular? Flexible?"

He decided that the best legs were on the one younger girl. They were long, not too thin, athletic, but not muscular. They appeared on the side of the screen, and now the female voice asked him to pick out which butt he had liked best all night. That was easy. There was one girl with a really tight rear end, in just the perfect shape. That was added to the image on the right.

"Now how about curves my love?" she said. "Do you like a girl with almost no curves? One with a gentle curve to her hips? Big curves? In between?"

Brian looked until he saw just the right image. She was curvy, but not too much for his taste. Her perfect proportions now joined the image on the side of the screen. It was spinning around now, showing a 3-D image, growing in detail as Brian got to pick the best of what he had seen.

"Do you like blonde hair, or brunette? Redhead? Short or long? Straight or curly? Wavy? Tight curls? Full looking?"

That was easy. He loved blondes, and he loved ones with long full heads of hair. Then he got to pick out what kind of labia he liked. Big lips or little ones? How pink looking? How much hair on the pussy? He picked out a Brazilian bikini wax job, and of course, he preferred the color down there on a natural blonde.

He got to pick out which kind of lips he liked best; the full, pouty kind. He selected his favorite kind of nose for a girl, small and delicate. He picked out the kind of eyebrows that seem to go straight, then turn sharply, rather than being an arc. He loved deep blues eyes, and a fair complexion in the face.

And then he was on to selecting shoulders, arms, hands, fingernails, and a million other little details he never really thought about in a woman. But with so many to choose from, it was easy to narrow each particular trait down to the one he liked best.

"There Brian, now you are done" said the voice.

The image at the side of the screen grew, and took up the entire screen now. She was perfect. Perfect!

"What is her name?" said the voice.

"Monique" he replied.

"You are looking at a picture of Monique" said the woman, purring again as she spoke. Brian was mesmerized, staring at the image he had designed. The *perfect* woman, in every way. Designed by him! He was totally aroused as he watched her lifelike image on the screen. It was like they took little bits from all the other photos, and put them together to form a perfect composite.

"Are you ready?" said the woman's voice. "Do you want to feel Monique's body? Touch those breasts? Run your hands through that long hair? Use your finger to touch the special places between those long legs?"

"Oh yes!!" said Brian.

"Get ready. You are about to meet her, up close, and in person" said the voice.

Brian was stunned. That just wasn't possible. He continued to stare at the screen, and he had a funny feeling. He was tingling all over. Something felt wrong all of a sudden. He panicked, but found that he couldn't move. He felt like he was coming apart, into a billion pieces.

And in fact, he was. Little bits of Brian were disappearing out of reality, and showing up instead on the computer monitor. He was being digitized. And he was being reassembled, piece by tiny piece, right next to the image of Monique!

 

Brian suddenly felt normal again, except for one thing: he was on the wrong side of the computer display. He could see out, and see his room. Everything behind him and to the sides was completely black. Except for Monique, who was smiling at him.

"Have you ever heard of copy and paste?" said the female voice, which he had been hearing. Except it was louder now, and quite a bit more distinct.

"Yes" said Brian.

"Good. Then you'll understand" she replied.

Brian knew what copy & paste *was*, but he didn't understand what she meant. But then he saw it. A giant white thing, floating through the air in front of him. It's size and relative position made it hard to recognize at first, but then Brian smiled when he realized what it was: the pointer icon. He was in the computer, and he was seeing the arrow that represented the pointer.

It hovered right near him, and he wanted to move away, but he was powerless to move. He felt something like an electric current, when the pointer clicked on him, right between the eyes. He felt stunned, and he lost all physical feeling.

A moment later, he felt another click, and physical sensation returned to him. But it was wrong. All wrong. He could only stare right ahead into space, but he knew that something terrible had happened to him. He felt a weight on his chest that wasn't there before. He couldn't feel his fully aroused manhood between his legs. He felt the tickle of long hair on his shoulders. A shudder went through him.

They had cut him, and pasted him into Monique.

"Hello Monique" said the voice. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Begin what?" said Brian.

It was him that said it, but not his voice that replied. It was a soft, lilting voice of a woman. Monique's voice. He was in her body now, and when he spoke, it was Monique's voice that replied. He was Monique now. No!

"Posing, of course" said the woman. "You are Monique now, and you are a perfect digital goddess. We didn't bring you here just for fun. You're here to pose for pictures, so we can show you off to the world. Now turn around.

Brian turned around, and felt himself jiggle. His boobs jiggled. His boobs! They were touching the insides of his arms, and they felt like they were in the way. He could move now. He looked down, and saw his female body. Monique's perfect body.

Suddenly, he was fully dressed. He was wearing a tight blue dress, pantyhose, and high heel shoes. He could feel the skirt swish as he moved his legs. They were so long and so smooth! And between them, there was nothing! He wasn't a man anymore. He was in a woman's body now.

"All right Monique. Here is your bedroom" said the voice.

Instead of being in total blackness, Brian was suddenly in a girl's bedroom. The bed had pink silk sheets and a lacy comforter. Everything in the room was pretty and girly.

"Take off all your clothes, bit by bit, as you get photographed. Touch yourself all over, and discover your new body. Go slow take you time. We'll take hundreds and hundreds of pictures, and you won't even notice."

Brian really wanted to get out of the dress. It felt so wrong to be wearing one! He reached behind him, and unzipped it. He pulled it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he looked down at his boobs for the first time, being supported by a blue bra, with sheer fabric in the cups, exposing the very large circles of his areolae at the end of the large mounds of his breasts.

Down below, his blue panties lay flat against his front. Flat! No bulge anywhere to be seen. And he was encased in pantyhose. He sat down on the bed, and his legs just kind of spread open wide, all on their own.

"Run your hands up and down your legs" said the voice, and Brian found himself doing it, even before the words were out of his mouth. He put his hands on his crotch, feeling how flat it was. That sent a shiver up and down his spine, and so he moved on to taking off the pantyhose.

"Stand up, turn around, and lean over the bed" said the female voice. "Let me see your butt."

He did as told, automatically, without thinking. And then he went to work on removing his bra. He eased it off, holding it in his hands. He cupped his hands on his boobs, and started down at them, shocked to see them for the first time.

"Now put your hand into your panties" said the voice.

He did so, and felt a tingle between his legs. His mouth opened wide, and his eyes shut, as his long hair spilled into his face. He sat back on the bed, leaned back, and spread his legs wide open. Then he pulled off his panties, while saying on his back. After discarding them, he started to touch himself between the legs again.

He touched his boobs. He put his slender finger into the start of the new hole he had between his legs. And he felt himself getting wet for the first time.

"Monique, pick up the pink object on the table next to you."

He reached over, and picked it up. Immediately, he knew what it was. A sex toy. He had seen enough pictures of them on the web sites. And he knew what she would want him to do with it. This scared the daylights out of him, but when she ordered him to lick it to get it wet, he could not help but to comply. Nor when she told him to insert it, could he stop himself from working it up into the slit between his legs.

"Deeper Monique. Deeper. Put it all the way into your pussy. Now work it in and out. Yes, that's a good girl."

Moans of pleasure were escaping his lips now. It was a subconscious thing; they just came out with no effort on his part. As he put the sex toy in and out of his hole, he was hit by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, of an order much higher than anything he had ever experienced as a man. He closed his eyes and screamed. It was so wonderful!

 

"Very good Monique" said the voice. "Now stand up."

Brian stood up, and in the blink of an eye, he was dressed again. This time, he was wearing very tight tiny little denim shorts, and a skimpy white tank top. The scene changed to that of a couch in a living room. And sitting on the couch, was a woman dressed up in a schoolgirl uniform.

"Monique, this is Tiffany. You are playing the role of the experienced one, while Tiffany is having her very first lesbian encounter. You are to seduce her, and make love with her."

Brain found himself walking over to her, hugging her, and kissing her. It would have been a real exciting thing to do, since she was a real hottie. But there was one problem: he was a chick now too. He found himself putting his tongue out to lick her. Her tongue met his, and he started to undress her.

In response, she took off his top, exposing his large boobs. He approached her again, and she put her hands under his boobs, cupping them. He felt a thrill go through him that he had never known before. He moved forward, so that his boobs were touching hers. She was so small, so short. It was only then that he realized that he wasn't much taller either. He was small now. A woman.

He took off Tiffany's skirt, and she reached down to unbutton his shorts. Soon, they both only had their panties on. He took off Tiffanies, and she in turn removed his....with her teeth. They hugged for a while, before Brian pulled her down onto the couch. He sucked on her young firm nipples, then moved down lower. He spread her legs wide open, and went down on her. He looked up and smiled, so it would all get caught on film.

After a while, they traded positions, with Tiffany going down on him. If the thrill of sticking the sex toy into his vagina was good, this was *great*. Even better! Tiffany pinched his nipples, and he rode wave after wave of orgasm.

But they weren't done yet. On the table was a flesh colored two-headed dildo. Brian picked it up, and worked it into Tiffany's eager opening. Then he moved right next to her, and she worked the other end up inside him. The rode each other, making each other come time and time again.

 

Brian was quivering and exhausted. He had just spent two hours making love to himself (in Monique's female body), and having a chick make love to him as well.

"Would you like to stay and make love with a man for the next sequence?" asked the voice. "Or do you want to go back?"

"I want to go back!" said Brian. The pleasure had been overwhelming, but he was scared. He wanted out of there. Now!

"Very well" said the voice, sounding disappointed.

Brain had the freezing feeling come over him again. He could no longer move. And then the strange dizziness started all over again. He was coming apart, in a million bits again. He shuddered, as he felt the heat from the real world as he was reassembled.

After a minute, it was done, and he was whole again. He took a breath, but then felt an inner dread that shook him to the soul: there on the screen, was his image. Monique was nowhere to be seen.

 

He looked down. No! He had boobs! He had a pussy! He was still Monique! But now, he was out of the computer, and back in the real world.

"No! You forgot to change me back!" he said.

"I am sorry, but the program can only change you back if you complete the third sequence. You chose not to do that, so you had to go back as you are."

"Okay, bring me in. I'll do that. Don't leave me like this!"

"I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. You can only enter this program once. Thank you Monique. Your pictures will be a great hit on the internet."

Images of him, in Monique's body, flashed on the screen. He saw himself stripping as a woman, touching himself, and inserting a sex toy. Then he saw himself seducing a young woman, and making love to her as a lesbian. He wanted to cry. He was stuck, in Monique's body now, forever! No!

 

Suddenly, Brian heard a knock at the door. A woman walked in. His girlfriend.

"And just who the h*ll are you?" she said.

"It's me, Brian!" he replied. But in Monique's sexy female voice, it wasn't convincing.

"What kind of floozy are you, coming into my boyfriend's house, and telling me *that*? Are you such a dumb blonde that you can't even think of a better line?"

"No Molly, I'm telling you, it's me! I was transformed! You have to believe me! Ask me something that only Brian would know."

"Okay. What's the tattoo on the small of my back."

"A butterfly" replied Brian.

"He told you that?"

"No! I know it, because I saw it! I'm Brian. Ask me something else. Anything!"

"What's your dad's name?"

"Andrew."

"And *my* dad's name?"

"John."

"When's my birthday?"

"December 2nd."

"When's your mom's birthday?"

"I don't know, I always forget. June something...."

"Brian?" she said. He answered everything correctly. But as usual, he couldn't remember his own mother's birthday. And every answer was automatic, like it was a known fact. Not something remembered by studying. Maybe what this woman said was true.

"Yes! It's me!" he said. He clapped his hands in excitement, and clinched them to his chest. He could feel his boobs with his arms.

"And just how did this happen?"

"I was looking at some porn online. Then I got to pick out the perfect women, out of all the bits and pieces I saw. And then I became her."

"And you don't look anything like me! You always told me that *I* was your perfect woman!"

"You are" said Brian. "But this isn't love. It was just what body parts turned me on. Now I'm stuck in this body. What do I do? Where can I go?"

Molly looked at the computer screen, showing pictures of Monique posing.

"It looks like you've been a busy girl. Monique? Is that your name? What a sexy name, for such a sexy girl."

"No, please stop it" said Brian.

"You're such a sexy woman, you must be eager to go and get yourself a man. That's what you want, isn't it? You want a man."

"No! I don't! I want to go back to being myself! I want to be with you! Please Molly, help me!"

"I can help you get a job out by the airport. There is a nice strip club there, and I'm sure you'd make a lot of money taking it all off for the men. They'd put dollar bills into your garter, and you'd make quite a haul."

"Don't say that! Please, stop! No!"

"If you really are Brian, not only did you lie to me, but you didn't listen to me. I think you got what you deserve. I think you're better off being a woman. Now, you'll learn what I was saying about how degrading it is to women to pose nude for a living. You're just a sex object now. You're just a girl."

Brian started crying.

"You'll make a nice living as a dancer. But you had better work on finding yourself a man. You see Monique, you're not a young girl anymore. You're in your thirties. In a few years, your boobs will start to sag. Since they're so big, I'm sure you'll get really saggy if you're not careful. You had better attract a guy, hook up with him, and get him to marry you. Otherwise, your career will end, and where will you be? You can't just be a showgirl forever. Your looks will fade one day. No, I think your best bet is to find yourself a nice man."

Brian was sobbing out of control now.

"Oh, and I'm sure you'll love having a period, just as much as I do. Every month, right on schedule. Oh, and you'll get to learn how guys lie to you to get you into bed. Like my old boyfriend Brian did to me. But he wasn't much of a lover anyway. You had better make sure you find yourself someone better than *him*. And I'm sure you will, being such a sexy babe and all. Well Monique, I've got to run. I just came by to tell Brian good-bye forever, but he's not here. I guess there never was a real man here at all."

She kissed Brian on the cheek, and turned to leave.

"Here's the phone number for the dance club. Good-bye *Monique*."

Molly left, leaving Brian wallowing in misery. He was now stuck in a life he didn't want. He was a sexy woman, with one talent only. He picked up the phone number, and made the call.

 

* * *

 

"Monique called me, just like you said she would" said Teddy, shaking his head. "I tell you Molly, you're our best recruiter. I don't know where you find all these little hotties, but wow, that Monique really knows how to turn on the guys."

"I use a computer system" said Molly. "A little program I created which uses artificial intelligence. It helps me find the right sort of girls for you. Like Monique."

"Well, when do you think you'll have the next one for me?" said Teddy. "Monique is really bringing in the bucks for us!"

"I'm working on it. I'll get back with you soon."

Molly hung up the phone. She smiled, and removed the CD-ROM from the computer.

 

"What are you doing on my computer?" asked Jason.

"Oh, just checking the show times" she replied. "Are you ready?"

"Sure" he said, switching the computer off.

"You're so secretive about that computer" said Molly. "What, do you keep porno stuff on there or something that you don't want me to see?"

Jason blushed. Molly knew she had another one. Teddy would be very happy. He wouldn't last another week before he gave in, looked at his dirty pictures, and the program would kick in. He would get converted. Just like Monique. And all of the others.

She smiled, as she took Jason's had. She had better get him to make love to her that night. He wasn't going to be a man for very much longer.

  

  

  

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