Jerry sat at his terminal and grinned as he downloaded the new game from the website he had discovered that afternoon. A variant of Tomb Raider and offered as a "freebie" from a shareware site, it looked as if it was going to be a real challenge. Best of all, it was free!
A bit short of eighteen, Jerry was a bit of a dropout socially. Currently he had no girlfriend and even his male friends seemed to have become a little scarcer lately. It could have had something to do with his obsession with the computer, games and surfing the net. Truth be told, he was a nerd – he even admitted this to himself at times – but this wasn’t one of them. In fact, he rarely admitted that there was anything wrong with his attitude, which tended to be offensively self-centered and chauvinistic.
He had managed to hack his way into a number of the more graphic ‘adult’ sites, particularly those involving female bondage and degradation. His last girlfriend had left him in tears after a particularly nasty trick played on her during supposed ‘love-making’. He generally behaved very badly toward anyone not on what he considered to be his ‘standard’ for intelligence and worldly-wise behavior. In short he was an obnoxious little git much of the time and even his few friends tolerated rather than liked him.
"Great," he thought as he studied the instructions for the latest game, "this will be something to brag about! No one else will have a clue once I get the shortcuts sorted – I’ll be able to crack anybody on it!" One aspect puzzled him; there was a warning in the opening statements, which read:
"This game has built in penalties – let the loser beware! Accumulated demerits will result in the players paying the penalty selected!" A list followed, all of it making no sense to him as it included references to ‘morphological changes’ of being and, no scholar, he couldn’t be bothered looking it up.
The introduction required him to complete a form, he tried to bypass it and quickly discovered he couldn’t! To his surprise he discovered that the first three fields had already been filled in by the time he gave up trying to beat it and began to fill it in. Somehow his name, address and sex had all been entered. He tried to alter them and found that he couldn’t! Surprised, but still to eager to play, he swiftly completed the rest of the form, which required him to choose a character, special abilities and weapons. Lastly he was required to enter his age. With a shrug he did so and was rewarded by the screen changing rapidly to the graphics for the game.
It took him a few valuable minutes to realise that he was seeing the screen from the characters perspective; that is, he could see what the character could see, which did not include any part of the characters body not extended into the field of vision. Once he had this cracked and had worked out how to ‘see’ himself and his weapons, he began to play better. Soon he was deep inside the Caves of Despair and building a nice collection of the jewels, icons, amulets and ‘power points’. His score rose steadily, although he was also accumulating wounds and injuries as he battled his way through the various tests the game set him.
Dungeon followed dungeon or cave. Each had its share of defenders and its share of things to collect. Battling on Jerry thought he was doing quite well despite the growing list of wounds his character was accumulating and the fact that this slowed his reflexes and responses. Finally he came to a portal which he must either go through and continue the fight or return to the start and rest on his score. The portal was ominously labeled "The Gender Translator – Passing this point will heal the wounded, but reduce your strength if male; increase it if female. Those who pass it must accept that they must remain what they have become!"
Looking at his score, Jerry took the plunge. Had he checked his demerit score, "the wounds" suffered, he might have turned back. He didn’t.
Engrossed in winning the game, he moved his character through the portal. There was a bright flash from the screen, and when the picture cleared again, he noticed that the character seemed to have changed – his ‘line of sight’ perspective seemed to be slightly lower and he seemed to have some part of his anatomy on the lower edge of his ‘vision’ as he moved forward ‘looking’ straight ahead. He had no time to check this out as almost immediately he was attacked by the Dungeon Keepers of this realm and had to fight his way clear of them. In the process his character took some punishment – which slowed his ability to run and leap, but seemed insignificant at the time. Orienting himself swiftly, he advanced to the jewel case in this arena and claimed it using the key removed from another niche.
Now he had time to check his character and was amazed to discover that the character was now a very shapely female! This added spice to the game and with a grin he advanced on the next portal.
Each one he passed got tougher, until he found himself knocked down and his character overwhelmed by the combined weight of the Dungeon Keepers and their monster helpers. He had battled Vampires, Werewolves and Dragons, had braved the dire weapons and the traps and pitfalls only to be overwhelmed because his character had been to slowed by accumulated injuries to defend herself in the final Realm. His last sight of the Realm was of his character being chained to the wall of a cell and then a notice replaced the view. It said simply: "You lose. Prepare to pay the penalty."
A form to be completed followed this. Again, his name, address, sex and age had all been filled in for him. Below it was a list of options for his penalty, with the chilling message; "Choose carefully, you will be transgendered automatically since you crossed the Gender Translator in your quest."
Jerry looked at the list. It offered him:
Super heroine
Photographic model
Hell’s Belle
Starlet
Sorcerers Assistant
Artists model
Fetish Artiste
Alien
Creature of myth.
None of it made sense so he checked the Fetish Artiste box for a laugh - and the screen went blank. A new screen, which advised him that he would be collected for his assignment shortly, followed this. He started to laugh as the screen faded again and was surprised to see a numeral appear counting down, as the Zero appeared there was a brilliant flash and a taste of tin in the air.
When he came too, he noticed groggily that the computer had shut down. Then it dawned on him that he appeared to be dressed from head to foot in skintight latex and not only was his head encased in this material but his mouth was filled by a large shaped rubber gag which seemed to be secured by a web of straps! Worse, his chest now bulged with what where very obviously very shapely breasts! Staggering to his feet, he discovered that his legs were encased in thigh high boots laced to his (?) legs and secured with locking straps. Teetering on the impossibly high heels, he made another discovery – his gentalia had changed! Not only was he fully and obviously female, but his vagina was filled by a large dildo and something else was in very intimate contact with his (?!) clitoris! Slowly more of his predicament sank in as he realised that his hands covered by bondage mittens locked on his wrists and that these were attached to the tight rubber Victoria corset he was wearing by short chains. An attempt to walk showed swiftly that a short bar, that made any movement in the high heels even more difficult, linked his ankles.
In his rubber prison he began to feel real panic! How the hell could he get out of this predicament? What the hell had happened to him? As he struggled he became aware of the stimulation movement caused in his pelvic area. Fear made him clamp his muscles and he was shocked to discover that this increased the sensation as his vagina tightened around the dildo!
He was still wondering what the hell to do now, when he heard someone enter the house and footsteps approaching the room. With nowhere to hide even if he could have run away, Jerry could only stand and wait! The door opened and a very attractive woman entered with a smile. "Well, well," she grinned, "you new girls never learn do you? There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Now my pretty, you will have to earn your way out of your arrogant little nightmare!"
Hindered by the hobble bar and the preposterous heels, Jerry backed away. This caused the woman to laugh again, "Perhaps you will be less arrogant after a while as one of your favourite websites attractions," she added, beckoning to a hidden companion, "Do come in and say good bye to our latest attraction."
Jerry’s protest effectively blocked by the gag, he stared as his ex-girl friend, his mother and another woman entered the room. His mother spoke first, a sad smile on her face, "I did try to warn you that treating people the way you do would get you into trouble!" She turned to the first woman and asked, "What sort of clientele will she have to deal with?"
"Oh we have a special clientele for her. She’s on her way to the ‘Rubber Maiden’, her clients are all lesbian bondage specialists!"
"Jerry," his ex-girlfriend said, studying him with a pitying look, "now perhaps you’ll get to feel what it was like for me when you took advantage of my wanting to please you. I hope that you enjoy it more than I did."
Seizing the whimpering ex-boy, the woman and her companion, waiting at the door no time at all to carry Jerry, now Jeri to the waiting van. The movement started his clitoral stimulation again and his captors laughed as he attempted first to escape the rising orgasm, deliberately teasing his nipples to excite him further. His first ever full orgasm took him as he was strapped into the seat on the van for the ride to his fate. In the surrounding night, no one noticed them go, and fewer still remembered the pesky little wise ass later. In the Club, Jeri soon discovered that the work wasn’t all bad – quite the opposite in fact! She settled well and learned fast, soon becoming the most popular model in the business – with a decided taste for total rubber bondage.
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