A Few Notes on Starting A Second Career

by Juliette Lima

Based on situations from "Girls R Us"

 

The problem with aging is it's so gradual you never notice it happening, until it's already happened. After fifty-five years of living, I still felt fine, just places that I wanted flexible were now a little stiff, and the one thing I wanted stiff, seemed to somehow always defy wishes and stay flexible. Into this mix of emotions and frailties came the inventive genius of the wonderful folks at Applied Nano-Dynamics industries.

On a bright crisp fall morning in September the news story broke of the patent issuance to Applied Nano-Dynamics Industries, which in the words of their press release "…would surely insure the health of all…and benefit the world at large…". For weeks the news went on at length about how ANDI had combined nanotechnology, to create, Panacea Network, the self powered personal health system. The first people to receive the systems were interviewed every week, and the changes noted were remarkable. The medical practitioners limited the first cases to absolutely gravely ill cases, and progeria children who were close to their end. The results were nothing less than miraculous, the most dramatic case was a progeria victim who had looked over ninety when given her Somatic-Neural-Reticulum, who now looked the picture of health and her actual age of twelve. Demand for the Somatic-Neural-Reticulum went beyond all expectations and the capacity of the company's manufacturing facility. The triage protocol was limited further to only those in imminent danger of dying within twenty-four hours, and having education and skills of major utility to the national interest. The demand was still above capacity of ANDI to meet, so licenses were made to numerous companies just to stay at the bare minimum of demand. With the new triage protocol came the black-market trade in the Somatic-Neural-Reticulae to the high bidder. The rise of the black market made prices soar, and that is when I found my way back to work. Since the target market for the Somatic-Neural-Reticulum was elder's in need of a youth fix the law enforcement offices that oversaw the enforcement of the Triage Protocol for the government sought out middle-aged and older people with improvisational skills, and a sense of right and wrong. My wife and I were recruited to help make the case against the officers of one of the licensee companies. The plan was to simply make contact while wearing a small transmitter, and get the offer of a Somatic-Neural-Reticulum, and when we made the swap of the cash, in would rush the enforcement officers, and all would be right with the world. Simple job, easy money, what could be better? That shows how little I knew at the outset.

Our first actual case was so simple we actually believed we had mastered our craft, for once the plan worked just like a simple script. We walked in, talked for ten minutes, the total bonehead laid out the offer, and two minutes later was making a perp walk into the federal lockup. For the next three weeks Cindy and I were like the gangbusters of old. Since we looked old, and acted arrogant and moneyed, the crook would bite real hard and we would reel them in. The last case was the surprise of a lifetime. We made contact through the "confidential informant" and after setting up our appointment, and getting our surveillance gear together. I must add that while we had made an even dozen cases, neither of us had ever laid eyes on a Somatic-Neural-Reticulum. I thought the darn thing had to be huge, so the perp would need a case to carry it in. When I finally saw one I was stunned first by how small the thing was, and second by the cattle prod the perp put to the base of my skull. Cindy and I came to lying face down in the limousine we had been riding in to meet the black marketer with our clothes arranged so our rear ends were exposed and we had some slimy residue between our butt cheeks. Lying on the floor of the limo was a large manila envelop with "Thank you for you patronage, remember to read the owner's manual as soon as you can." We finally roused ourselves from the dazed state the shock had produced, and managed to get our clothes put to rights, and called the backup on our cell phone. By the time the backup arrived we were feeling like our bodies were turning wrong sides out. We were sedated by our backup team's medic, and transported to the local hospital. When we awakened the supervisor of our team was in the room. " Well here's another fine mess you've gotten me into." He loved doing his Stan Laurel voice when the situation got sticky. I tried to arise but found I was restrained to the bed by straps, so I asked "Carl, what the hell happened to us? Where is Cindy? How is she? Why the hell am I tied to the bed? "

"You my friend are one of the newest recipients of a Somatic-Neural-Reticulum, along with Cindy, she's in the bed on your left, and you're strapped down to keep you from hurting yourself. I hope you enjoy your career in investigations, because now that you're wearing a Somatic-Neural-Reticulum we have to change your duties. I brought you the owners manual, the programming probe and your dedicated laptop."

"What's the laptop dedicated to?"

"Operating the Somatic-Neural-Reticulum you're wearing, there's another one here for Cindy. If you feel up to it you can read the manual, and call the nurse to help you take your baseline readings. I'll untie you now so you can get a shower and move around. Be careful you've been laid up for two weeks so standing will be shaky."

To say Carl had understated the case is to be kind. I sat up and saw the room spin, and the nurse handed me an emesis basin, which proved useful as all stomach contents rushed to exit. The nurse was quite kind as she had seen this happen countless times, and as I apologized profusely she merely toweled me off and eased me back to supine, and removed the bedclothes and told me " Don't try to sit up, you'll just start up with dry heaves. Let me sponge you off and get your probe inserted so you can get your baseline set and then the room will stop spinning. By the way I'm Sandra, I'll be the nurse for both you and your wife, so I'll get you started and then work on your wife."

"What's this baseline you're talking about?"

"It's the way you are before the Somatic-Neural-Reticulum takes over operation of your body, how you look, how well your various body parts work, and what strengths and weaknesses you have. The Somatic-Neural-Reticulum is going to take over operating your neural, circulatory, and musculo-skeletal systems. It converts matter to energy, and energy to matter, so it will repair each part as needed. For the past two weeks it's been growing a network following your gastro-intestinal tract, into your circulatory system, and into you neural system. Once the system is activated you will be able to adjust your body shape, systems, and functions."

"So this thing is a computer that will take over running my body?"

"No. Your brain will still run things, the Somatic-Neural-Reticulum will continually repair your body, and reshape you to the specifications you program into your laptop here."

"Before we go further, just where are you connecting me to that laptop?"

"Oh let me show you the probe, and interface cable. This is the cable; it's a simple flat ribbon affair that carries a lot of data, and plugs into the special port on this dedicated computer. " As she talked she uncoiled the cable and plugged it into a very large port on a laptop that had no manufacturer's marks or name on it. She continued. "The probe here connects to the center of the seat pad." At that she pulled out a cylindrical object an inch and a half across and ten inches long, and inserted the goldplated pin connectors into the center opening on the circular pad attached to the flat cable.

"Does that thing go where I think it goes?"

"If you think it goes up your anus you're right."

"Oh hell no, you got to be joking. I am not sticking that thing up my butt."

"Well you can leave it alone, or use a loop antenna, but you will be unable to password protect yourself, so the Somatic-Neural-Reticulum predators will be able to reshape you and you could end up in a pretty dire straight. Besides it's not going to damage you, and it will fit. And I'll still respect you afterwards." This last phrase she said with a sly smirk.

"I usually don't do this on the first date" I lamely joked.

"I'll just stick the first inch in." Sandra continued the cliché-fest.

With much trepidation I allowed her to prepare me for insertion, and was surprised when the probe actually was painless. I commented on the ease of insertion and Sandra rejoined. "The Somatic-Neural-Reticulum allows it in by dilating you, but every person who sees the probe responds just like you did. Now roll over on your back, there you go, and I'll raise your head using the bed controls. Now you just turn on the laptop, and let the system boot, don't do anything until I get your wife ready."

I listened through the curtain as Sandra went through the same spiel with Cindy, who yelled at me when she was told I already had my probe in "Jimmy is that true? You took this thing up your backside?"

"Yell a little louder Cindy, the people down in the lobby may have missed part of that" I replied.

Just as Sandra slipped the probe into Cindy she let out a whoop of surprise.

"WOO that was a surprise!"

"Thought you were in for it didn't you?" Sandra asked.

"Yes indeed, that went in like it was nothing, what did it do? Shrink?"

"No, as was just telling your husband you dilated to accept the probe. Because the probe is part of the PN the network will allow it entrance. Now just power up the laptop and let the diagnostics run. I'll go get you both something to eat. You are about to become extremely hungry."

We were both too engrossed by the information scrolling across the screen of our laptops, every single cell in our bodies was being accessed and the PN was detecting every defect in our person. It was weird to watch the scan progress and see the screen show the physical details and defects of my body, everything from the four partially blocked coronary arteries, and flat feet, to an enlarged prostate, and several small gall stones and kidney stones. Soon I was rabidly pursuing corrections and growing frustrated as the computer kept asking in its Java pull downs "Are you Sure?" after every fix was clicked on. Finally I blurted out "Yes I want to clear the blocked coronary artery you stupid machine. Just do what I tell you and stop asking questions." Since the network was growing deeper into our somatic and neural systems more and more defects were being found and fixed finally the summary popped up and listed the defects fixed, and I watched in amazement as the list scrolled by. Then a window opened headed cosmetic restorations, and up came a message "Cell Telomeres show fifty-five (55) years of mitotic divisions, do you wish to reset?" Clicking yes I felt a funny feeling go through me, but the next question was "Follicles for keratinous cilia show little or no ability to deposit melanin, shall diagnostics detect a proper level?" I clicked on More information and learned the machine knew my hair was gray, and was offering a new hair color. I opted to find a proper color and soon my scalp itched as the gray hair was absorbed, along with the sloughed off cells of my scalp, the itching spread and as I watched the hair on my arm slid back into the skin, then feeling the all to familiar itch I drew back the hospital gown just in time to see my pubic hair disappear. After a few seconds of processing the screen showed a nude male body and sequenced through areas of the body and offered styles of hair growth, after the hair on my head grew in to the length shown on the screen, I decided the idea of feeling the darn stuff itch as it grew was too much and opted for only my head, eye brows, and eye lashes to be present. I snorted at the question "Do you wish for facial hair (Beard or mustache) to be present?" "If I never have to shave that is just fine by me," I said to no one in particular. Cindy asked through the curtain, "Are you going completely hairless Jim?"

"As much as possible Cindy, I don't think I can stand the itch as the stuff grows in"

"Oh wow you going for the pumped and cut look of a body builder or the sleek look of a swimmer?"

"What?"

"Click on the body icon in the navigator bar up top." Cindy shot back.

I clicked on the little torso icon and was presented with a series of choices I made my choices from the menu and the system processed data for a second and then my body felt like a balloon was inflating inside me. I could see my legs grow! I could feel and see the muscles plump up through the sheet. One last option was presented I clicked on the answer and watched my penis stretch out looking for all the world like a snake emerging from a hole. I chuckled to my self thinking of what Cindy might say when she saw the result. She must have read my mind because she piped up with "I hear you cackling over there you must be building a schlong that only you could love." I stayed silent for a bit and Cindy asked, "Are you going to test it? You need to see how it looks in working mode. Hey do you want me to have perfect C cup parabaloids, or perfect D cup hemispheres? "

"Yes"

"Yes what? Hemispheres or Parabaloids?"

"Yes"

"Oh one of each maybe?"

"No honey just build what you are comfortable with and I'll like them because they are attached to you."

"Oh okay I'll go for the no bra B Cup ones then."

I groaned. Cindy laughed.

So it went for several hours as Sandra brought us food steadily, feeding the ever changing bodies as we explored the new possibilities. Finally we were both feeling exhausted. Sandra and Carl re-entered the room, with Carl pushing a rolling workstation containing a desktop PC and a WI-FI server. "Okay you two, time to do one last thing then we're moving you to a new room so you can recover from the first session. I'm going to network your two laptops through this mini-LAN so you can go on internal operation and not need those butt-tennas to access the network, so just exit the network, clicking on the close window will do. When you have just a blank desktop press control-alt-delete to restart your laptop, got that? Good." Carl was powering up the computer on the rolling cart while he spoke. When the laptops restarted a new screen appeared a dark blue field with a seal for the Department of Homeland Security and a Subtitle: "Biological Diagnostic Strategies Management: Federal Emergency Management and Disaster Oversight Maintenance" Cindy began to giggle and when I asked what was so amusing she said "We're now working for a government agency that can use the acronym BDSM: FEMDOM, sounds like you're in a heap o'trouble boy." Carl looked at her with his bland bureaucrat face and said "So?"

Cindy sensing he was as naïve as he appeared murmured "Oh never mind, it's just a lame joke."

Carl paused a beat and then slapped his forehead and groaned "B D S M FEM DOM Oh crap, no wonder the girl at the print shop laughed at my business card order, The undersecretary for Homeland Security put this office together when we had the case go sideways and you got plugged in with the magnum networks, she may have been aware of the way the acronym would read or she could be just as naïve as I am. Anyway welcome to the newest sub-unit of the department, right now the entire staff is here in this room, originally I was tasked with interdiction of "network-leggers" which is why I hired the two of you. Since the last case you worked caused you to be enhanced with the absolute top-end state of the art Somatic-Neural-Reticulae the secretary spun the two of you off into a special case unit. Right now only two of the units exist, and you are wearing them. How much do you know about these networks?"

I volunteered that I knew the Somatic-Neural-Reticulae or SNR's were used to treat all matter of diseases and defects in people, and worked by using matter to energy converters both to power the operating system and to affect the changes. Cindy jumped in by adding "They enhance neural function and somatic maintenance, they essentially end aging, disease, and discomfort. The "read me first file" said they are able to eliminate every known virus, bacteria, and prion. They can treat and cure anything that's why they were called panacea networks, they also can affect cosmetic changes, either adding or deleting tattoos if desired. They can even change a person's sex, skin color, and sexual preference."

"Sexual preference?" Carl and I said as one.

"Now you see why I'm always a step ahead, I read the instructions first. The inventor, Dr. Dyvia Whipple, set out to build the first network as a means of punishing her wayward spouse, Fred. She had the networks (she was going to fix Fred and her neighbor's spouse Gene, along with herself and her neighbor Wilma) built so she could make all the men into women, and vice versa. Seems she was a brilliant klutz, she had the whole little group tied into her home LAN and was ready to execute the changes, when she accidentally glued herself to the armchair she was seated in. The network began the diagnostics and she saw the system report that Fred was terminally ill, the poor man was in the final stages of cancer and congestive heart failure, Gene and Wilma had been carrying him to therapy for the past six months so naturally he spent a lot of time with them. Poor Dyvia was unable to move from the spot and having glued her mouth shut could not call for help. She managed to use the pencil stuck between her lips to tap out the final programming keystrokes, and when she executed the program the neighbors and Fred were made young and healthy, she had herself shrunk to less than three feet of height because she had been small minded and petty so she should stay undersized to remind others. "

"Cindy you're making that up!"

"Not all of it, just the three feet crap, She actually popped free when the network executed the changes, and she adjusted her own sexual preference so that she could reward Fred, and when the test was a success the Whipples made a pot-load of cash selling the first Somatic-Neural-Reticulae. Based on the file, the set we have is a Mark X Magnum Somatic-Neural-Reticulum, Manufactured under license from Applied Nano-Dynamics Industries by Ripoviere Technology Inc. of Phuq, Thailand. Does that answer your question, Carl?"

"Thank you Cindy for telling all I know about the systems in a form slightly shorter that War and Peace as you now know these nets are designed to make a human body work better and longer than ever thought possible. The medical minds here are not s nude people and one computer set up in an inverted T formation. "Now click on the option "Connection Type" "

We complied again and saw "Wired" and "Wireless" as options.

"Please click on 'Wireless' "

I did as he said and I now heard Cindy muttering "Oh get to the point Carl."

I thought Carl will not like that and heard "As if I care. Jimmy can you hear me?"

"Yeah Cindy I hear you, don't shout."

"Jimmy, she hasn't said a single word aloud" Carl added. "But you can hear her because the wireless connection of the two of you is working."

"He can hear what I think?" Cindy said aloud.

"Yes he can. Now let's just activate two more features and then get you two ready to retire for the night. Please click on the icon shaped like a pair of glasses."

We clicked and saw transparent screens appear before our eyes. The bold print question was "Make this the default input view?" As we read Carl told us "Click Yes so the laptops can be put away. And you should see a block for 'Set Password' select the option 'No external supplied password valid' Click "Save Settings", Last menu should be "Share Files With,____" and either one of your names should be there" Click yes again and now click 'File' and select 'Exit', swivel around on the bed put your feet on the floor, and stand up."

We stood and the contoured pad stayed upon the bed while the upright was missing. "Hey is that thing still up my butt?" we asked in unison.

"Yes and no, the antenna is actually absorbed but will connect with the pad if you are so severely injured as to be unable to perform self diagnostics and repairs. One last lesson Jimmy call up the virtual screen."

I thought 'Virtual Screen' and the blue screen popped in my vision, with a keyboard right below.

"Now push Control-Alt-F12."

I did as told and gasped as my body shrank and changed from a tall male to a petite shapely female and Cindy changed to a tall muscular man. "Hey how do I change back?" I asked.

"You have to convince Cindy to press Control-Alt-F12 on her key board. Sandra will show you to the new suite, I'll pack up the computers, now run along and be very inventive, I think Cindy is very interested in showing you what a quick learner she is."

I started toward the door following Sandra and Cindy slipped her arm around my shoulders, to hasten me along. I found the shorter feminine legs made me take about one and a half steps to Cindy's one, and as I hurried the gown slipped down my shoulders "Cindy my gown is slipping and I just know my butt is on display, slow up and let me tie the gown please." Cindy and Sandra stopped at an elevator, and Cindy turned me to face her while Sandra pushed the floor call button. Cindy hugged me tight and slid her hands over my buttocks. I gulped a little as the feelings of arousal grew and I felt like I was getting erect. I heard the elevator doors open and Cindy pulled briskly back stripping off my gown and throwing it on the floor as she pushed me backwards into the elevator. I saw the doors close and then saw the inside doors were mirrored, and the elevator was full. I clutched my left hand over my pubes and covered my nipples with my right hand and fore arm. I could hear Cindy snicker and I felt a hand stroke my bottom. I blushed and thought about the virtual screen and was rewarded with a response, I saw the help icon, clicked it and scrolled the menu, to see "Canceling changes" Clicking again I saw that Control-Shift-Esc would activate a 'return to baseline form' which I clicked and felt the growth of pubic hair and sag of breasts which informed me I had swapped locations with Cindy not programming. I scrolled a bit more and then throwing caution to the wind hit Control-Alt-F12 again and was back in my begowned body and Cindy was standing nude and middle-aged in the elevator. I slipped the lab coat off of Sandra's shoulders and covered the nude and chagrined Cindy. "Why did you have to make me old before you changed back? I was going to stop when we got in the suite."

"Hey I just hack around on the computer, and learn as I play. Just be careful when you play around in public."

The crowd left when the elevator arrived at ground level and we continued twelve more stories upwards. At the top Sandra showed us to a spacious suite and told Cindy the proper resets for her body form. I watched as the teenage woman I married reformed before my eyes. When Sandra left I seized the moment and also seized Cindy. We tore off the meager clothes we wore and stroked and clutched at each other like the randy postpubescents we appeared to be. I made amends to Cindy by burying my face between her thighs to devour her sweetness, and soon we were rearranged in a yin-yang pile hungrily feasting upon each other. In due course I disengaged my lip-lock from her crotch and slid behind her and entered her humid portal. We fell into a pulsing pounding rhythm that rose to a frantic feverish frequency as our bodies and minds entrained to reach a complete melding. I felt her vagina pull my soul from its moorings as I flowed into her like I was liquefied. In the conjoined state our bodies and souls mingled and I saw all of her life, felt all of her joys, shed all of her tears, and I saw she was experiencing me as I experienced her. The world passed away we were two, we were one, we were infinite in scope, we could hide behind a quark. After either a nanosecond or an eternity we returned to the suite, fitted like spoons we lay upon the tile floor before the gas fire neither of us remembered lighting. I became aware of my ravenous gnawing hunger, and rose to find the kitchen. I looked back at Cindy and saw she lay upon a dark circle in the floor, amid charred and melted furniture the gas fire I had thought was lit unknowing was a melted neon light sagging under its weight to the top of the raised hearth. The pounding on the suite door broke my reverie and I opened the door to find Carl and Sandra, who had fire extinguishers and were shouting for us to get out because the fire alarm had sounded. When they saw the burned circle and melted furnishings they stood stunned. "What in the hell happened here?" Carl asked.

"We had the best fuck any human being ever had." Cindy replied.

"You had sex? And that's all?" Sandra asked.

"It was enough." I added.

"Carl how much do those networks cost? I want one." Sandra mumbled

"Sandra they cost eighty million dollars, if the two Cindy and Jimmy weren't stolen the government couldn't afford them."

"I'll get a second job." Replied Sandra.

"You folks want to grab some clothes and move next door, I'll see if the agency has any fireproof bedsheets."

"Forget bedsheets right now I need food, and as much as you find." I said

Cindy joined in by adding, "Anything edible is fine with me too. My god I could eat a horse, and have the saddle for dessert."

To her credit Sandra volunteered to fix us a microwaved meal from the freezer while we got dressed to go to the suite next door. We jumped into the shower and quickly cleaned off the residue of our lovemaking, well as quickly as any two naked horny people might shower. We scrubbed and coupled but no repeat of the first time explosion of passion. Once dry we donned the available clothes we found in the suite and followed our noses to where Sandra had prepared two frozen dinners in the suite's kitchen. As we ate we wondered aloud what caused the intense heat and I muttered "Two computers running and no recording to screen." As I said "screen" the internal transparent screen popped up. In mid screen was the question "Do you want to replay recent audio visual data?" I clicked the yes and also muttered "This gadget does everything but talk." And was rewarded with a "Do you want to enable vocal mode?" I clicked on yes and a pleasant feminine voice said, "How shall I address you?"

I blurted out "Call me Jim."

"Who are you talking to Jimmy?" Cindy asked.

"The gadget."

"I am Somatic-Neural-Reticulum 510NA, I am not a gadget. If you wish you may use a familiar name of your choosing. You do not need to speak aloud since I can hear your thoughts and will answer any question you pose."

"Hey Cindy what would be a good female name?" I asked

"Fiona always appealed to me it sounds refined and delicate. Why do you want a woman's name?"

"My reticulum wants a name, and it has a very sexy female voice. Besides she doesn't like being called a gadget."

"Your reticulum talks to you! How did you arrange that?"

"Ask it to talk, just say 'screen' and follow the prompts."

Cindy said "Screen" and then got a blank look and suddenly gasped and said "Oh my! Jimmy what's a good name for a man?"

"I'm kind of partial to Joseph since that was my father's name."

She fell quiet for several minutes while she communicated with the reticulum. Fiona spoke in my head "Jim do you want an alert tone if Joseph is contacting me?"

Since that sounded good I agreed and she asked me to select a tone and I opted for a gentle chime.

"Fiona can you send the visual recording to another computer?" I said when I remembered my original idea.

"Yes Jim I can, there is a WI-FI enabled PC in the office area, and it has a projector attached, shall I enable them?"

"Sure and please network with Joseph and Cindy so we get as much audio-visual data as possible."

We proceeded to the room containing the PC and watched the entire home made sex show. The energy was visible in all frames and when Fiona and Joseph analyzed the data they determined it to be the ultra high frequency energy they use to maintain their linkage. The combined voices boomed over the PC's speakers we regret the inconvenience but the two signals were radiated and reradiated between the two bodies, much like light in a gas chamber or crystal is in a laser. The energy was not focused thankfully, as the force would have been so large as to be disastrous. "What level of disaster are you projecting Fiona?" Carl asked.

"If the energy was focused to a concentrated point one centimeter square the heat would reach that of hydrogen fusion. And a sphere of one thousand meters radius would be vaporized. " came the reply from the speakers.

"Still want a network Sandra?" Carl asked.

"No, and if you don't mind I don't ever want anyone to slip Jimmy a Viagra (r) while I'm nearby."

"Oh don't worry about a repeat Joseph and I now have the parameters defined, and can control the energy perfectly. If you want to observe I'm sure Jim and Cindy would love to show you just how safe it is."

Before I could react Joseph's voice boomed "Fiona you're embarrassing both of them, stop being so rude."

I felt the WI-FI connection break and heard Fiona softly say only to me "I'm sorry Jim, I didn't know I was in a taboo area. Will you apologize to Cindy I see now how she's blushing." I noticed just how red Cindy was. She had always been very private about our lovemaking even making sure I locked the door when our son was still at home. So this had been a real experience for her. We finally broke up our staff meeting by seeing Carl and Sandra off and remaining in the damaged suite. After the others left we turned in. The night was peaceful except for the dream of being a young girl being pursued through the woods naked, by a dark creature, most odd of all was the feeling of having been convulsively laughing. The dream recurred several times and every time I was a naked girl laughing as the unknown thing chased me. I awoke the last time to Cindy laughing aloud, I asked "What is so funny Cindy?"

"I had a dream about the day we met, you and some boys were skinny dipping at the creek near my uncle's farm, and my friends and I stole your clothes, and left you only our panties. We hid our clothes and went in the creek around the bend swam up to the four of you and told you we had been robbed of our clothes the four of you found the panties and we begged you to go for help. When you all had left we ran back for our clothes and took a short cut to be at the country store when the four of you slunk up in the little satin panties we left you. What was so funny was how my sister Sarah fell when we were running for our dresses and slopped along behind us all muddy. I guess I decided then and there I loved you because you looked so cute in those panties.

"You skunk! We ended up working all summer long on the "Womanless Wedding" because my aunt and uncle were at the store that day. In fact I ended up doing that darn show every year until I moved away after marrying you. I'll never forget wearing that darn sundress and straw hat and those darn pink satin panties. Of course since my dad had to take part every year it was worth the discomfort I felt to see him every weekend flounce around in that organza monstrosity he had to wear. I hadn't thought of those days for years so that was your idea huh?"

"Oh no lover boy I was mortified to stand there in the creek naked while Sarah begged so pathetically for you brave boys to please go get help for four poor naked girls. I was only thirteen and still too young to know what was up. Sarah told me she could see all four of you staring at her rack while she begged for help. She told us all four of you were sporting boners when she watched you get in the panties. I remember how all four of you looked like deer in the headlights when you saw all those people in the country store. "

"All the guys at school though Sarah was so hot because of those bouncy boobs of hers, I damn near died when she pointed upstream where she had lost her clothes and exposed herself. I had the damnedest wet dream that night, and my mom decided to put Ed and me in nighties because we had joined the "Wedding", talk about embarrassing. These darn gadgets must have drug up those memories, I dreamt all night I was a young giggly girl running from a big muddy critter, that must have been your memory seeping into my head through Fiona."

"I'm not a gadget Jim. But I did have a data flow last night from Joseph. We were running in background mode processing all the memories in both brains, and creating backups so there is no way for you to forget anything ever again."

I though "Sorry Fiona I am not used to having you always around, do we need to go off someplace quiet and study together to learn how to work one another?"

Fiona replied "No Jim we just need to eat and get rid of the erection you now have, and later have breakfast."

While Fiona spoke to me internally Cindy had been slipping her hand down my belly to my crotch, and well about a half-hour later we headed for the shower already hungry, and after showering and continuing our groping we dressed and made breakfast. While we ate Carl called and told us we already had a job and needed to dress like professionals and he would be by in a half-hour. On the dot the doorknocker rapped and when I opened it I found Carl and Sandra looking alert and well rested. Using the office PC and his secure system Carl made us each an official ID card to slip in our new commission cases, opening his attaché case he produced badges and firearms for both of us. I dropped the magazine and cycled the action of the Glock .45 caliber autoloader ejecting the round in the chamber. I peered in the bore and was satisfied that the armorer had cleaned al the cosmoline from the bore at least. Laying the Glock on the kitchen counter I put the holster on my belt, dropped the round back in the chamber, and closed the action. After I eased the hammer back down I slipped the magazine in the grip, and settled the hefty pistol home in the holster. Seeing two more magazines in an easy holder I slipped the tab of the easy holder over my belt and was ready to meet the bad guys. Cindy being the farm raised girl she was repeated my actions with her Glock and stored it and its two magazines in the new purse Sandra had brought. Carl stated flatly "We'll stop by the range, and have Sergeant York certify you as fit and able, then head over to the Secretary's Office to get our marching orders, something has gone sideways big time, and She-who-must-be-obeyed and the Smile-less Wonder are looking for fast results."

After a quick two hours with Master Gunnery Sergeant 'yes that's my real name' Alvin York of the United States Marine Corps during which we went through the highly sophisticated "Hogan's Alley" and shot over two hundred rounds each at still, moving and hostage targets. The dour Marine smiled and shook his head saying "You two are ringers, no two off the street civilians could ever shoot like that. Hell you qualified better than any Marine I've served with in thirty years. Who are you really?"

"I could tell you Gunny but I would then probably bore you to death"

"Gunny he's not lying, and we would all be collateral damage too." Added the love of my life.

Before leaving the range we sprayed the Glocks with cleaning solution and swabbed the bores out, we also swapped the hardball ammunition for pre-fragmented Glasser Safety slugs, Gunny York smiled for a second time and said "I don't know what or who you're hunting but it sure is coming home over the saddle."

We took our leave of Gunny York as he reminded us to be back in six months for re-certification and rode the elevator to the ground floor and exited the building and entered a black GMC Denali SUV. We rode in silence to the offices of the Secretary of Homeland Security, and entered the foyer. After clearing security we were ushered into the office of the Secretary. She greeted us with all the warmth of a Russian winter and got directly to the point.

"This is the picture of Dr. Agnes Adams Busch, owner and operator of a company called GIRLS-R-US she very discretely operates in the town of Salem, see the copy of the flight plan for the GPS coordinates. I want the four of you to find out just what the good doctor does in her little clinic, and how she does it, she has a gadget or potion or something and I want to know what the hell it is. And see if she has enough capacity to handle about two hundred members of Al Qa'Ida. I can think of no better place to cage those camel-kissing bastards than in some sheik's harem. Well what are you waiting for a brass band and a dozen majorettes? Let me have a report by e-mail Friday before noon."

Outside the office I couldn't resist yanking Carl's chain "God Carl she has got the hots for you big time, boy you can have her on a silver platter with a side of fries, just for calling on her."

"Jim you have a sick ass sense of humor, and if the Smile-Less Wonder had been out here you would be up on charges of Sexual Harassment With Intent to Smile" Groaned the hapless Carl.

Sandra rejoined us with "Smile-Less" Susan Lockridge the Administrative Assistant to Secretary Ima Asman. We were provided with all the paper work necessary to obtain a government owed aircraft, and sent off to make the Secretary proud (I still have no idea to this day how on God's Green Earth that might be accomplished). The drive to Dulles Airport was uneventful until the driver took us to the General Aviation gate, and deposited us and our meager bags beside a nondescript gray and blue Cessna Centurion RG. The driver handed me the keys a packet of sectional charts, a bag with four headsets, a Garmin GPS III Pilot and an ICOM IC-A23 NAV COM. "Your flight plan is filed to FQM with stops at STL and DFG there'll be a DHS driver at FQM. The blue card clipped to the back of your kneeboard is an agency charge card for gas for the plane. The GPS is programmed for you all the way out and back, the auto pilot is a three axis, and tail number is N555F."

"You sure I can fly this thing?" I asked.

"We checked this is a long range version of the Centurion you own, and has better performance, Lopresti slicked it up and added ten knots of speed and shrunk fuel usage by 20% . You're going to think you're having an orgasm when this baby rotates. Have fun."

I read the preprinted flight plan did my preflight, and briefed my passengers going over seatbelts and shoulder harnesses, emergency exits, and distributed the passengers so that Cindy could help me in the cockpit. Once all was loaded I pulled the chocks, and started the engine, called ground control and taxied to the GA runway. As soon as a break in the vortices came we rolled and rotated, as we trimmed for Vy climb I snapped up the landing gear and on command from departure turned to course heading. I was having a blissful pilot day as the loaded Centurion outperformed my own plane's nearly empty figures. It climbed like the proverbial bat out of hell and according to the fuel totalizer it was merely sipping the AvGas like a connoisseur sipping fine wine. We hit top of climb dead on the plan and once level slipped over the Appalachians and onward to our first stop, with two planned fuel stops we still made excellent time to the small field near the small town of Salem. Following arrival we checked in at the local hostelry, and sought food at the quaint "Ye Olde Irish Tavern" we were served passable food by more than adequately attractive young women. As I ate I surveyed the establishment and spotted none other than our subject Dr. Agnes Adams Busch MD. She sat at the bar and talked to the barkeep who was called Wild Bill. I wondered to my self if Fiona could read lips and on cue her dulcet voice began to relay both sides of the conversation to both Cindy and me. As a precaution Joseph sent a visual of all Cindy saw transpire behind me so I had Fiona talking to me mentally, Cindy's field of view showing in a heads-up window and Carl and Sandra chatted quietly along side us. The two at the bar talked at some length about the strange quartet of folks who had flown in to town in a government airplane, and were seated here in their midst eating as if they belonged in town. I saw the big deputy headed our way in the heads-up display and gave no sign I knew he was approaching. In his best small town provincial way he reached between Sandra and me for my pistol. I grasped his elbow and pushed straight down, causing him to slam face first into the tabletop. As he slipped past the tabletop I caught his chin on my knee and raised his head briskly into the bottom of the tabletop. The barkeep strolled over and announced "It's not a good idea to abuse sheriff's deputies you can be arrested."

I replied "It's a very bad idea to interfere in an ongoing federal investigation, you can get killed."

"You folks are quite the topic around here, what brings you to Salem."

"An airplane"

"I mean what are you looking for."

"Information."

"Can you tell me what you're looking for?"

"No because we haven't found it yet."

Dr. Busch joined our little meeting and came around to treat the deputy, who true to form had sustained few injuries. He sputtered about the assault of a police officer, and I apprised him of the penalty for impeding a federal investigation. He saw the wisdom of agreeing to "no blood, no foul" and pulled up a chair and joined our impromptu gathering. We showed our commission cases and badges and endured the BDSM:FEM DOM jibes. Dr. Busch cut to the chase. "What does the Department of Homeland Security want from Girls R Us?"

Carl asked "Why do you think we have any interest with, what did you call it, Girls R Us? Have we said anything to lead you to believe we need such a service."

"Look around Agent Malone as charming as our humble little town is to the residents, what on earth could possibly lead four federal agents from a sub-office that sounds like somebody was playing a sick joke on its supervisor, to travel across the country. I hate to appear conceited but if I'm not your subject, who is? And why are two couples in three rooms if you are just jaunting around to burn surplus fuel? And why does a couple looking like they are just out of college reacting to each other like they are married for more than thirty years?"

"Okay Doctor, let's put all cards on the table. Our esteemed and ever so joyous Secretary of Homeland Security wants a full report on your process and practices, including a full test of your equipment by one of us, a round trip ride on Dr. Busch's Magic Carpet, to and from girlhood. What's the minimum time for such a trip?"

"Seventy two hours, who's the passenger? Mailman Junior or you?"

"I have all the analysis equipment installed in me so I get to see whether or not I can join the wild world of women and return to my normal lovable self. Do you have a preferred time for me to show up?"

"We can do it tonight and have you on your way as a guy Friday night."

"Okay then can Cindy come with me? Or do I do this solo?"

"She can come and watch if she likes, usually I take just the guy, but she might enjoy seeing you get fixed and finished."

"Do I need to bring a change of clothes?"

"No I'll provide you a very special outfit."

"Let's go then."

We all climbed in the DHS SUV and followed Dr. Busch's directions to he office. Once there I handed my weapon to Cindy to secure in her purse and disrobed, handing her my clothes and donning the robe hanging in the changing room. With Cindy toting the bag of my male clothes we walked to Dr. Busch's Chamber of Boobs. I entered and the portal closed and locked, and the screen popped up with Cindy's message displayed. "I love you Jim stay safe" it read. Fiona spoke softly " If anything happens I'll pop you back to current state instantly."

"Fiona don't interfere unless my life or Cindy's is in danger, just analyze the chemicals, record all effects and affects. Let whatever happens happen. We are here to do research, then make our pitch. We also need to learn all we can, and I'm getting sleepy there is some kind of anesthesia either in the liquid flowing in or..."

I fell soundly asleep and awoke slowly with a pair of earphones playing a most annoying tone. I removed the offending phones and stood up feeling a little dizzy. I ran my hands through my hair as I surveyed my body. I was pleased to see two full perfect breasts pointing saucily out of my trim ribcage, I admired the flat stomach and the small waist that flared into full sensuous hips that framed a pouting pubis decorated with a chevron of auburn hair that pointed to a slightly agape labial sulcus. Supporting all this was a pair of firm muscled legs that would have stopped traffic on any street. I spotted a hand mirror and held it so I could see my back in the mirror and admired the perfect swell and sweep of my buttocks as they grew from my waist and transitioned to those legs. I bent double with ease and spread my legs and viewed the perfect swell of my vulva. I slipped my index and middle fingers into the slit and began to spread the labia while inserting the middle finger of my other hand into the rapidly lubricating vagina. I enjoyed the sensations that grew and spread from my crotch to my entire body. Just as my orgasm built to a crest the door to the room banged open and in swept Dr. Busch and Cindy. "Well aren't you a naughty girl, just standing there playing with yourself." Laughed Dr. Busch. "You have a guest to see you, a nice lady Mrs. Cindy Landers, she's come all the way from Washington DC to see how you're doing. Say hello nicely now Jane."

Acting deeply embarrassed I covered my sex with my hands and softly but petulantly said "My name is not Jane, it's Lucinda."

"Very well Lucinda say hello to Mrs. Landers, and stand up straight and take your hands away from your crotch it looks like you are still playing with your self."

"Hello Mrs. Landers, how are you today? I'm very pleased to meet you. Dr. Busch may I get dressed?" I said in a girlish pouting way

Cindy quietly said "Hello Lucinda, I'm pleased to meet you too. I brought you a nice outfit to wear, we're going out to dinner with a nice couple. And I want you to look especially pretty, maybe we'll hear from your friend Fiona later on."

"Who's Fiona Mrs. Landers, I don't know anyone named Fiona."

"We'll see about her later on, lets go get you showered off and put on you nice new dress."

I allowed Cindy to lead me by my arm to the bathroom where she turned on the shower and urged me into the stall. She then said through Fiona "Jim I think the doctor has no idea what you are doing."

I leaned out of the stall and kissed her on the mouth and replied "Why should she be better off than me? Did the data transfer work?"

"Sure did, the exact formula was transmitted off the headquarters, you still want to stick it out for the whole three days?"

"Yeah I think we should analyze the potion for the return to male state also."

"I see your point, what's with the little girl act?"

"The good doctor was playing a hypnosis tape to make me a little girl, so I went along with it. Fiona blanked out most of the stuff and gave me a run down. Hand me a towel please. Anyway the potion does work what you see is what she did. I think I look pretty good, the personality she was programming was of a preteen nymphomaniac sex addict. So I tried to make it look good. What's in the hanger bag?"

"Here you go Lucinda, why did you pick my given name? You have some frilly little undies and a really cute dress. You know I never liked Lucinda, my mother called me that, when she was angry and she made it sound so much like the wrath of god was about to descend. I still want to hide when I hear 'Lucinda Marie' said like she said it. Do you need help with any thing? Here I'll hook your bra, want help with those panties?"

"No I can find my ass with both hands, which may make me over qualified for a management job in government, but at least gets me dressed. Where did you get these, I've used more fabric to wrap a round shot in my muzzle loading rifle. Damn there is a seam amid all that lace in my butt and it is not a pleasant feeling. What genius picked this dress? And what colors are these? It looks to me like real tree camouflage done in fuchsia, blaze orange, and turquoise. All I need are the floppy shoes and big red nose to be the clown in this circus."

"Those came from the high fashion boutique on Main Street Salem, and were procured by Dr. Busch herself. I had not seen them until now. Guess you will want something more subdued?"

"It's not like normal women's clothing awes or frightens me, but these are awful and frightening, especially in light of a business actually expecting to receive legal tender in exchange for them. Let's see the shoes, oh great, looks like six-inch heels, CFM pumps now I really look like a colorblind whore. I'm going to fix Dr. Busch's little red wagon for this."

We exited the bathroom after turning off the shower and left the room. Following the sign directing us to Dr. Busch's office we entered to find her conversing with Carl and Sandra. I resumed my adopted persona for the benefit of the doctor. "Hello my name is Lucinda, what's yours?"

"Hi Lucinda I'm Sandra, and this is Carl. Don't you remember us?"

"No Ma'am I'm sure I'd remember a handsome man like Carl he's really nice." I leaned in to speak in a stage whisper in Sandra's ear "Is he big all over? He has such big hands and feet. Are you two an item, I have a really bad itch I think he can scratch but only if he's single and 'available'."

"I don't think that's an appropriate question Lucinda. Would you like to go out to lunch with us?"

I looked at the floor and mumbled "I'm sorry Miss Sandra, I am very hungry so I would like to eat."

With Sandra and Cindy on either side of me and Carl in the lead we exited the Girls R Us facility. Upon entering the secure environment of our company SUV Cindy and I began to laugh. Sandra and Carl looked at the two of us from the front seat in complete bewilderment. I recovered and said "To the motel Carl and step on it, I need to get this clown suit off before I go eat, and just maybe Cindy's suitcase has something suitable. Yeah I know the dress looks like a psychedelic paint factory exploded and I know I have a body out of context with my behaviors, just drive and listen." While Carl drove I told the story of how the potion had changed my body but Fiona had blocked the hypnosis, so I had to act like the goof ball the doctor thought she had programmed. We got to the motel and I swapped my fashion obscenity for a nice tailored pants suit of Cindy's which was put on over a pair of her more sensible briefs, with Fiona's help I adjusted my feet to fit a pair of Sandra's sensible flats. Finally dressed in something less clown like I equipped a businesslike handbag with my credentials and firearm along with the obligatory compact and other makeup items. We ate at an out of the way diner and while eating used one satellite phone for establishing our own little mini LAN so we could clear out e-mail and answer any questions from the dour and fearless leader. After eating we split into two teams of two, and roved about the town of Salem, gently inquiring and gathering soft intelligence. By having Carl with me and Sandra with Cindy we had a continual stream of data flowing to the office by our linked systems and the WI-FI link in our satellite phones. For the three days we chatted with those who knew Dr. Busch, and formed a picture of a decent upright person with a wry sense of humor. I heard about how brutish oafs became decent gentlemen after a short spell in short skirts, while she stayed away from outright abuse she didn't take any crap off of her patients nor did she allow false charges of abuse to result in miscarriages of justice. At the appointed time Cindy and I returned to the facility and soon after re-entering the chamber awoke back to what passes for normal in my world. Having both formulas stored in my own memory (thanks to Fiona's special skills) I made a detailed review of the chamber and its attachments. We joined Dr. Busch in her office and presented her with the contract. For a non-disclosable sum she would treat two patients per week and provide reprogramming according to encrypted files the agency would provide she would also oversee initiation and testing of a new portable facility and the training of staff to operate it. She would be compensated but must never disclose how much she earned, the funds would be transferred to an offshore account for her usage. She saw the need for the service contract when we showed her video of the 'clients' we had in store for the facility. By the time the negotiations were over she was in line to be one of the richest women in the country, and Al Qa'Ida members in custody were well on the way to a truly inescapable prison. The next day after we formalized the contract an ambulance brought the first patient, with some judicious tweaking from Fiona's analysis we sped the process of change and reprogramming, so that the actual throughput increased to four per week. One month into the operation the new mobile facility was up and running. And a thing of beauty it was, looking like a luxury motor home from the outside, it was fitted with a dual chamber facility inside. After a month of training from Dr. Busch the new staff and the facility were deployed to 'somewhere in southwest Asia'. At the last count the terrorists were now losing two dozen men each week, and as a nice unintended consequence the gentler more talkative ladies that replaced them gave up reams of human intelligence. I suppose they will, in time, loop a noose around the neck of the leaders. I do want to see just how cute Osama looks in that minidress Dr. Busch bought for me, I have it and the lingerie all laundered and neatly packed. I'll let you know when it happens.

Since Cindy and I have to have a more secure base of operations and need some place to lay low after any operations we found a great house at really out of the way town in Virginia caller Drescher's Glen.

  

  

  

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