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It's The Future
But Not As You Know It!
by Ed Kilpatrick
Part Six – Preparation for the future:
Saturday, 21st January 2017 would be a date that would stick in my head for as long as I'm on this planet! I guess some of you have predicted what will happen but my story begins around 2pm, just like it does on a lot of Saturdays in my lonely life! I had dressed to impress today but to impress who; me of course! I'd put on a thick pair of black Lycra tights before squeezing my torso into the same black leather corset that Erin had used on me nearly two years ago on the day she left. Once in place I was able to slip on a short blue denim skirt that would look great as soon as I'd pulled on a thick black wool sweater. I also zipped my legs into a pair of high heeled leather boots that zipped right up to just below my knees. You guess right, I did wrap a very long blue wool scarf twice around my neck before tying it off in front. Now for my bondage! I have been using the timer based cuffs for many years now and love the restriction they offer so today I set them for five PM, thirty minutes after I was going to set the cell door to open (16:30). I was only going to cuff my hands today. No gag and no leg bondage, just a simple handcuffing in the barred cell was my desire for the next three hours. It really doesn't matter anyway because you'll understand that when your hands are locked behind your back, you're stuffed anyway! At the hands of a strict mistress, you're really stuffed! Anyway, I'd just set the cuffs when I headed downstairs to set the timer on the barred cell. Sixteen-thirty was just under two hours away so a nice quiet afternoon in my own basement cells was just what I needed. As soon as the bars slid closed, I locked the first cuff around my right wrist, placed both arms behind my back and then secured the other cuff around my left wrist. That was me; stuck in the cell until four-thirty and stuck in handcuffs until five.
Like all my self bondage sessions, I hadn't really too much to do except sit on the bunk and contemplate what I'd actually done to myself. I wondered what it would be like to be imprisoned by a strict mistress who would force we to wear these great female cloths and keep me locked up 24/7 or until she wanted to use and abuse me for her own self satisfaction. I guess my fantasy did come true just under two years ago when Erin kept me locked in the pod until the Sunday. By then, I had been locked up for around 24 hours but it is a very different experience being locked up by yourself, knowing there is escape than at the hands of someone else when you simply don't know when your release will come. It must have been around four when I heard that unfamiliar noise, a strong breeze or wind and the bright light. It wasn't coming from my cell but from the pod next door. Could it be true, had Erin finally come back for me?
"Erin is that you," I called out but there was no reply!
"Erin is that you," I yelled but again there was no reply!
Now being handcuffed and locked in a cell when you desperately want release is not an experience I've really often had. It is so frustrating; willing the magnetic lock to open but it simply doesn't happen! How I desperately wanted to check out the pod next dorm but here I was, stuck in the cell and even when the door opened, I still had thirty minutes of the handcuffs to endure first but at least then I could check out what had happened next door.
Finally the lock released and I was able to slide the bas open and get out of the cell. I turned right and looked through the open Perspex of the pod. There was no Erin but there was a case, a hold-all lying in the middle of the cell. I entered to have a look and boy were the rigid handcuffs now driving me wild! I found it really difficult to pull the zip open and even more difficult to retrieve what was inside the bag. First there was a note, so I opened up the paper, placed it on the bunk and knelt down on the cold concrete floor to read it:
Dearest Sam,
I'm so sorry I didn't come back for you or send for you two years ago. There is so much about my time that I'm just not sure you'll understand and I'm scared you'll panic when you realise how World War 3 changed this world for ever. Don't worry, the world wasn't destroyed in a nuclear holocaust but there are things we're not proud of in 2217.
Thanks by the way! I was able to get access to the Tyler Trust two days after I got back and I was able to set-up my new venture, Stone Transformation. In the bag that you found this letter, you'll also find one of my latest designs of the Stone Transformation suit, series three. What is a Stone Transformation suit, series three? Very simply put, you'll love it! Once you put on the suit, it will transform you into a female. No one will be able to tell that you are really a man and your dreams of being temporally transformed will come true. There are few things you also need to know:
The suit is made of the latest technology and once set in place there is no way out of it without the remote control that is programmed to access the programming of this suit only.
I have provided the remote control that will transform you into any female you want: slim, fat, dark etc but you'll remain the same height you currently are.
I have also left you a fantastic long blonde wig.
To complete your transformation I have managed to provide you with a fake but valid driving license for 2015 to 2025. If you venture out, you'll be okay but remember to take cash with you as I haven't been able to provide you with a credit card.
Finally Sam, you'll find a blue brastlet in the bag. This is the sensor that will allow me to bring you into the 23rd century but forward 200 years only. I can only send you back exactly 200 years so please think carefully about coming to 2217 and if you want to see where I live, then take time off work and I can pop you back at the end of a preset period.
I will call this bristled back at exactly 12-noon on Saturday, one week from now. If it is on your wrist you will travel to me but I demand one thing, you must be wearing the transformation suit and please remember to bring the remote control with you as I don't want you to be stuck as a girl the whole trip?
Love you loads
Erin.
Why the fuck was I still handcuffed? Had thirty minutes not passed because I was now desperate to try on the transformation suit! I did manage to pull out the doll like suit and lay it out on the bunk. It was just like a deflated, blow-up rubber doll but it was made of very soft, spandex like material. It felt weird but I wanted to be rid of the handcuffs so I could try the suit on.
Thank fuck, the cuffs finally relented their grip on my wrists and I was able to remove the remote control from the bag. It was a bit larger than a PDA but smaller than a tablet PC but on the large touch screen LCD it simple said, "PLEASE PUT ON THE SUIT?"
That was exactly what I was about to do so I removed all my cloths before lifting the suit, pulling down the zip, which closed at the top of the skull and ended just above the backside. I started to pull my legs into the soft stretchy material that now covered my legs completely from the built in feet. There was a tube in the crotch area that was clearly there for thing so I slid my penis into the tube, which was a lose fit. I'm not sure if that meant I had a small prick or it was made for all sizes and would contract later? That job completed, I slipped my hands into the built in gloves, which even had finger nails attached. Soon I was squeezing my head into the hood and pulling the zip up the back. I now felt like I was wearing a Zentai all-over catsuit but this felt like no Lycra catsuit, I'd ever worn. I looked at the remote control again but this time the screen started to provide me with some options:
'Are you ready to be transformed?' I clicked yes!
'How long do you want to be transformed?' There were several options ranging from an hour setting to a day setting or even a week setting. I chose the function that allowed me to remove the suit using the remote control.
'How dark do you want your skin tone?' I simply chose a nothing European tone!
'Choose your body size?' I chose a size 14 figure but it was amazing that the menu offered a size zero to 20 and even a pregnant mode.
'Choose you chest size?' I chose a 38C for starters!
'Press OK to begin transformation?' I then pressed OK!
The suit started to contract and pull my body every which way it could. My dick was being pulled down between my legs so it was clear that taking a piss was for now a sitting down affair. My stomach was being tightened until I found hard to breathe but I was used to corsets so I could take it! The mask tightened around my face and then the process stopped and the remote control simple said, 'Welcome Samantha to your new world. You'll be able to change any settings and remove the suit in five minutes, please wait?'
This was weird as I checked out my new naked body, I was a female and a felt so soft and smooth. All of my male bandy had disappeared. Naturally I started to get honey and I was placed my fingers between my legs and found the slit that give me access to the tip of my penis that was now completely out of reach! As I rubbed the tip I could feel my erection beginning to grow but it was tight in the tube and it took some time before I was lying on the bunk and rubbing my new tits with one hand and doing my best to gain an orgasm, which finally arrived after about twenty minutes of trying. White sticky spunk did spurt from my new female crack so I guessed there was at least a male part of me still left.
After cleaning myself up, I checked out the remote control. It now had a menu offering me a number of options:
Release the suit now!
Change skin tone colour.
Change body size.
Change breast size.
I wasn't finished with the suit yet so I chose to reduce my waist to a size 12 and then pressed OK. Some more squeezing came before the suit stopped and the remote again offered the four options. Finally I pulled out the long blonde wig and placed it over my head, The remote offered the menu to secure the wig and as soon as I pressed OK I could no longer pull this wig off my head; it was stuck! Now my dilemma! I didn't want to remove the suit yet but I hadn't any cloths that would fit my new female body until I remembered that I'd bought Erin some cloths two years ago when she stayed. I therefore picked up the cloths I had dumped on the pod floor, pushed them into the bag and headed upstairs to my bedroom. I then emptied the contents of the bag, including the remote control and the bracelet and headed into the spare room to put on some of the cloths I'd bought Erin. It was then I saw myself in the mirror:
"Fuck Sam, you look gorgeous," was the first words that came out of my mouth in a female voice. Yes, the suit did fiddle with my voice chords and I now had a girl's voice.
I was going to have some fun as I slipped on a matching pair of satin bra and pants before pulling on a satin summer dress. It was the winter so I needed some new cloths so I headed for my PC and internet to place some orders. It was then I realised that my credit cards were in the name of, 'Sam Tyler.' Sam could be a guy's name, 'Samuel' or a girl's name, 'Samantha!' I then chose to forget the internet order and I would go out tomorrow and buy some new cloths in my new female body.
I did remove the suit just to check it worked that evening but I decided to keep it on all through the night and give it a good test. On Sunday I got up, showered like any female would do. The only difference for me was I had to dry my new wig, which took some time. No need for horrible girlie makeup as the face on my transformation suit was perfect! I then had to decide what to wear on my first trip out as a girl. It was winter so I chose a pair of thick Lycra tights and a black bodice jumper before slipping on a heavy satin dress, which looked great on Erin two years early and now looked great on me! I wanted to wear the boots I got Erin and while they were a tight fit, they did slip over my Lycra clad legs. After breakfast I wrapped a long woollen scarf around my neck, pulled on the long black coat I'd bought for Erin and I headed out to my car.
I have to admit it felt weird being outside as a female! I'd fantasised about taking a trip out while cross dressed but I never had the nerve. I also found it a little strange trying to drive while wearing high heeled boots. I drove a BMW X5 so it was automatic and therefore I didn't really have too much difficulty controlling the car safely. I chose to drive north towards Warwick and go to mall up there rather than tempt fate at my local mall. Yes, I was nervous but I'd really need to be nervous because I really did pass for a female in my latest toy, the 'Transformation suit, and series 3!" As I drove north on the M40, I wondered about the previous two versions of the Transformation suit and I imagined several attempts by Erin's company to get it right so there must have been errors and therefore people getting stuck as females forever. That perverted though made me horny but I was out to shop and I was going to shop!
I pulled into the Mall car park at around noon, just after it opened. I had worries about using my credit card so I took the easy, safe option and removed £500 from the ATM. I also knew I'd no need to try anything on as I could programme my body size to suit any size so I began to shop for underwear, tights, stockings, dresses, skirts and tops. At no point did I even contemplate buying trousers. What was the point; I could wear trousers at any time as a guy? At two o'clock I stopped for some lunch. I sat by myself and ate for the first time as a girl. Fuck did I feel good in my dress, tights and boots. The soft smooth feeling from my Lycra clad legs made me feel really horny but I as nearly done shopping so I just needed a few more things like scarves and some earrings. Yes, the Transformation suit already had pierced ears so I need some costume Jewellery to add to my feminine look. I also decided to make up the spare bedroom into Samantha's room. I would separate my two lives and therefore I would sleep in another more feminine room while I was Samantha. Anyway, back to reality as I headed home alone to contemplate my next week as Samuel before joining Erin in the 23rd century.
The next week was a bit of a blur. I transformed back into Samuel on Sunday night after trying on all of the purchases I'd made as Samantha on Sunday in Warwick. It was good to by Samuel again but all day, I craved to be Samantha, which is exactly what I did as soon as I got home. I also booked two weeks off work from Friday, which was a bit of a cheek because being the owner and boss of Tyler Law Enforcement, I could basically do as I pleased! On Wednesday, I announced to my staff that I had appointed a new consultant to help me take the business forward and her name was, 'Samantha Tyler.' I explained that she was no relation but would be onsite at the Oxfordshire prison on Friday morning for a tour and a first hand look at the MAX-CELL facility because I was looking for new ways to punish repeat offenders. I asked Sharon to extend every curacy to Samantha but under my orders, she was to give Samantha a first hand experience, which would last from 11am until 3pm, no more no less. Yes folks, I was setting myself up for a little session at the hands of my own staff. Little did they know I was testing them to the full!
On Thursday afternoon after preparing for a trip to the 23rd century, I transformed into Samantha but this time, I set the time system until Friday night eight o'clock. I had tested the timer on Tuesday night setting to release the suit at seven o'clock on Wednesday morning. It worked perfectly and no matter what I did, the remote control wouldn't release me at all!
On Friday morning I was at the Oxfordshire prison by 09:30 and was sitting down with Sharon by 09:30. I decided to be a little conservative in my dress code on Friday so I wore a matching black bra and panties with my favourite, thick black opaque Lycra tights. I also put on a pink skirt that came down to just above my knees and a back cashmere jumper. You also guessed, it wrapped a long pink cashmere scarf around my neck and stepped into a pair of black leather low heeled pumps. Sharon and I discussed the punishment cells and new techniques for restraining the female prisoners. We discussed the timer based rigid handcuffs and I asked to see a pair. It was 10:30 now and Sharon asked me if I would like to try them on? She did say that the timer had been set for five minutes only and without checking, I asked her to reduce that to one minute. I then (stupidly) allowed Sharon to handcuff my wrist behind my back! While I pretended to get used to the tightness of these cuffs, Sharon called another female prion official to her office:
"Ah Kelly, nice to see you," explained Sharon. "This is Samantha, our latest consultant sent to us by Sam Tyler himself. He has given us strict instructions to give Samantha a first hand experience of the Max-CELL complex."
"No problem Maam," replied Kelly.
"Samantha's cuffs are set to release at three this afternoon, would you please find her an empty MAX-CELL Kelly," requested Sharon?
Before Kelly took me away, Sharon explained that Mr. Tyler wanted to ensure all his new staff understood what it was like to be incarcerated before completing their training so today was my lucky day; I was to spend the next four hours in a MAX-CELL, something I'd never done before!
Kelly was nice amd we chatted as she escorted me down to the familiar maximum security wing of the prison. She told the other guards who I was but before she forced me into the tiny pod, she removed the scarf saying that she couldn't have me strangling myself while in her custody. He pod door slid closed with a familiar CLUNK, telling me that I was now locked inside a MAX-CELL in my own Oxfordshire prison. The next four hours slipped by slowly as I paced the tiny cell and wondered what it would be like to spend days at a time, even month just like those two (Karen & Paula) that received a special sentence from the judge. Kelly arrived at one and entered the cell, sitting on the bunk beside me:
"Samantha, we'd normally just push this bowl into the cell and the prisoner would have to eat the food from the bowl on the floor like any other animal but today, I'll spare you of this horrible experience," explained Kelly as she started to feed me the same cheese roll and orange juice that all the other female prisoners were now eating.
We chatted between mouthfuls and I started to get to know this pretty brunette who did look rather cute in her prison uniform of navy blue shirt, short matching skirt and tights. We didn't mandate what colour of tights the staff wore but today Kelly was wearing black opaque tights, not dissimilar to the pair I was wearing. During the first part of lunch, my pod door was left open but at some point the door automatically closed, locking us both in the tiny pod.
"I guess I'm stuck in here with you Samantha," said Kelly.
"I guess you are Kelly but try spending your time in here with these awful handcuffs pinning your arms behind your back," I replied?
Kelly then admitted that she didn't think they were too bad and had spent many an hour in self bondage before she actually realised what she was saying.
"Don't worry Kelly," I started to reassure this sexy brunette. "There is no reason to hide the fact you love bondage. In fact it should be commended of the entire girl working in here because it means you'll always take great care of the entire inmate population, no matter what their crime is.
We chatted on for ages about everything under the sun. Kelly was really attractive and yes, I was attracted to her but for her to be attracted to me right now, meant she was a lesbian. The transformation suit may make me look like a female, talk like a female but it certainly doesn't make me think like a female!
"So Samantha, how does it feel to be handcuffed right now, knowing you can't be freed until 3PM," enquired Kelly?
"Kelly, like you I've some personal experience of this but also like you, I've never been locked in one of these pods before and it is weird. I feel a mixed emotion of fear yet it makes me hot to think I've no control over what happens to me," I replied. "I'm not sure I'd like to spend ten years of my life in here but then I'm not a criminal like all the inmates around us right now"
I seemed to be getting close to Kelly and even getting some emotion in return as she put her left hand on my Lycra clad leg and robbed my leg ever so gently.
"Don't worry Samatha," said Kelly. "I'll look after you until three and then you'll be freed but maybe you would come over some time and we could play some games?"
"I'd love that Kelly," I responded, not knowing really what to say to the advances of a really beautiful girl that also saw me as a female. "I'm off on holiday for a few weeks Kelly, I'll no doubt bump into you when I get back as I get a deeper understanding of how this prison works and how we make it better"!
She turned to me, put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on the forehead. She then stood up and headed to the pod door. Using her two-way radio, Kelly requested that MAX-CELL 219 should be opened to allow her to leave. Within a few seconds, the Perspex pod door slid open, Kelly exited and then turned to wave goodbye as the door slid closed, locking me inside alone.
The rest of my stay in Oxfordshire prison was rather boring. The timer cuffs were beginning to get really annoying when they finally opened around three. I headed to the locked Perspex door and shouted out that it was three and I should have been released. No-one came for me for at least another hour or so I thought. I had been sitting on the tiny bunk relaxing (not a lot else to do in the cell on a Friday afternoon) and then Kelly appeared at the pod door.
"Open pod 219," she instructed into her two-way radio?
With that instruction, the Perspex pod door slid open and Kelly stood there in front of me.
"You're a free woman Samantha," were Kellies first words to me as the door slid open.
I was ushered out and I handed her back the rigid timer cuffs:
"You can keep these Kelly," I uttered in a sarcastic voice as we headed for the MAX-CELL block exit.
Sharon, Kelly and I shared a cup of coffee before I left the prison. We laughed about Sam's request for my first-hand-experience and Kelly said she'd be delighted to lock me up anytime. I then headed out of the prison facility and back into my car to drive home. Just as I got to the gate the clerk mentioned that I'd left my scarf with Officer Kelly and as her shift was over, she was bringing it with her to the gate right now. I stood here and waited until Kelly appeared, still in her uniform but with a long black overcoat and black scarf wrapped around her neck, leaving the two ends dangling over her chest.
"Thank you Kelly, I completely forgot about the scarf," I said as she handed the long pink cashmere scarf to me."
"I'm finished for the day Samantha, would you like to get some dinner," was Kelly's reply?
I thanked her for the kind offer but as I was leaving on holiday tomorrow, I had some preparation to complete before going but I would take her up on the offer when I got back. Just a small white lie but we chatted as we got to our respective cars and we drove home apart.
I had to prepare for my big trip tomorrow. I was excited and nervous about what time travel would be like. I could stay here in the 21st century and play along with Kelly but how was I going to explain to her that I was really Sam Tyler, wearing a 23rd century transformation suit? I decide to leave that for another day as an option to be ever growing complicated life. So to the preparation: To be honest, there wasn't much to prepare for except to answer the question that goes through most female minds before a big day; 'What to wear?' I decided to sleep on that question and after a light meal (I was so excited wasn't hungry), I headed off for an early night.
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