Time and Time Again

by Jennifer White

 

Dan Watson was fuming mad. A moody, brilliant, recent college graduate, he blamed his boss Richard Crick for all the problems. Dan had attended Yale on a full-ride football scholarship, but his academics were top notch. With his engineering degree in hand, he was immediately hired by Richard, a development manager for CSS Inc, the largest electronics firm on the east coast.

At first, everything was wonderful for Dan. He had a large research budget. He had a lab with all the top equipment, with expense spared. CSS spent hundreds of millions of dollars every year on pure research, so none of his expense requests were turned down or even questions. His boss Richard was old enough to be his father, and in fact, since Dan's father had died at an early age, he grew up never really knowing him. So Dan really looked up to Richard as a father figure, making their bond that much stronger. With Richard's encouragement, Dan flourished at CSS.

One year later, Dan emerged from the lab with his invention: a time machine.

 

They all said it was impossible, you couldn't go back in time. But he proved it. First, by sending the current day's paper back the previous day, to give to his boss Richard. That night, Richard watched the football game, amazed that every play was exactly in sync with the paper. The home team scored with 1:15 left to take the lead, just as it said in the paper. Time travel really did work.

Next, Dan experimented successfully on animals. He sent a mouse forward in time 2 days, with a note. The mouse disappeared from its cage. The next day, the cage was still empty. But on the 2nd day, just as expected, there was the mouse and the note, sent from the past. The mouse was unharmed, and passed all physical inspections.

It wasn't long before Dan wanted to try the machine on a person. He would send himself through time, to be not only the one who discovered the technology, but also as the pioneer who would be the first one to use it. But that was when the problems started.

 

"Dan, I hate to tell you this, but I'm putting your project on hold" said Richard.

"What!!!!?" said Dan, standing up.

He was shocked, stunned and hurt. He had spent a year on the new technology, and it was flawless. How dare Richard do this to him!

"I'm afraid so Dan" said Richard. "Your machine works flawlessly. But it is too dangerous. We just cannot allow this project to continue. Now listen. Cooke and Branch are working on a new storage device, and they really could use your expertise to help them....."

"I'm not going to work on some stupid storage device!" said Dan. "My time machine is perfect! You can't do this to me!"

"I'm very sorry Dan. I know you're upset, but I don't have a choice in this matter."

"Then I'll take my research home, and continue on this project by myself."

"You can't do that Dan. You know you signed an agreement that anything you invent here becomes property of CSS Inc. The company has closed your project down. There is no discussion. I know you're upset. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, and we can talk about this again tomorrow when you've cooled off."

Dan stormed out of the office, red in the face, boiling mad. He slammed the door shut. How dare Richard shut him down! His time machine wasn't dangerous! This was all Richard's fault. Dan was so angry with him, that right away he was plotting his revenge.

 

Dan went into his lab, and locked the door. He closed the blinds to make sure nobody could see what he was doing. Up to this point, Dan had built 3 machines. The prototype was large and clunky. The second one was sleeker and smaller. Those two had been fully tested. Now he had the smallest one yet, which was handheld. He hadn't shown it to anyone yet, not even Richard. If nobody knew about it, then nobody would miss it.

Dan used Prototype #2 to send his handheld machine back in time one hour, but to slightly different coordinates: his house. He'd go home, and the handheld unit would be there on his dresser, waiting for him to use it. He'd get his revenge on Richard, and the poor man would never see it coming. Dan decided that he'd get back at his boss by messing with his life. In the past.

 

* * *

 

At first, Dan considered what he could do to erase Richard totally. If he could go back, he might be able to change some event, so that Richard was never born. But then he decided against that idea. Richard had to *suffer*. What good was revenge, if he wasn't able to gloat over it?

No, he needed to do something subtle to ruin Richard's life. He could make Richard poor. He could plant evidence to frame him for some terrible crime. But then an idea flashed through Dan's mind. Something worse than that. Something evil. He decided to go back in time, and change Richard's life, so that he would become a woman.

What would be worse for a man, than losing the one thing he is born with; the thing between his legs that defines him as a man? Dan could plot a way to fix things, so that they boy who was Dan, would grow up to be a woman. Then when Dan went in for the meeting the next day, he'd be able to gloat over his feminized boss. What could be more perfect?

 

Dan spent some time researching Richard's life. The records were out there on the internet, if you knew were to look. He compiled a list of names, addresses, important dates and times. He found that Richard grew up with two sisters, in a small town just an hour away. Dan drove there to scout out some locations.

With the time machine, he traveled back to the days when Richard was just a boy. The first thing to do was rather easy. Dan went to a store, and bought a copy of Playgirl. He waited until a time when Richard's house was empty, with the children in school, the father of for a week on a business trip, and the mother out shopping. Then he simply transported himself back a few seconds in time, into the coordinates of Richard's bedroom.

Dan slipped the copy of playgirl into Dan's dresser, under his pile of boxers. He had seen the wash hanging on a line out back. His mother would put his clothes away that afternoon, and discover what her son was reading. Dan made sure to crumple some pages, so it looked like it had been read.

Next, he went to Richard's sister's room. He took several pairs of their panties and a bra, which he took and hid under the mattress. There were also white sheets hanging on the line, so she'd be changing the linens in the bed that afternoon too. And she'd discover that Richard had girl's clothes stashed.

Dan then unzipped his pants, and stroked himself, until he climaxed. He came into one of the pairs of panties, which he then threw in the hamper of the girl's room. Lastly, he took some of the girl's clothes off their hangers, then put them back in the wrong place, quickly hung, in a sloppy manner.

The girls would complain to their mother, and with the things she had found, she'd point the finger of blame at Richard. Dan's revenge had begun.

 

* * *

 

Dan moved forward in time one week. He again waited for the perfect moment, and snuck into Richard's house when nobody was home. Again, he stole girl's clothes, and put them into Richard's room. He came into one if his sister's skirts. He took a blouse, and tore it a little, then hung it up poorly. It would look like Richard was getting out of it so fast, that he carelessly ripped it.

Next, Dan cut out the face from several of Dan's school photographs, and pasted it onto pictures of naked women from a copy of Playboy that he had purchased. He put these under the mattress for Richard's mother to find. He also took one of the girlscout uniforms from the girl's room, and put it in a pile in Richard's closet, way in the back. Even if Richard found it himself, he'd have to try and sneak it back in, and maybe he'd get caught in the girl's closet. That would be sweet!

As one final touch, Dan took a tube of lipstick from the girl's room. He placed it into the pocket of a pair of jeans in Richard's hamper. The mother would discover it when she did the dark wash. Satisfied, Dan left the scene, with new evidence planted that would get young Richard into trouble.

 

Dan went to three more days in the next month and planted more girl's things in Richard's room, as well as messing with the girl's clothes. It would be impossible for Richard's parents to ignore the mounting pile of evidence that their son was obsessed with being a girl.

Predictably, Richard's parents reacted by sending their son in to see a psychologist about his 'problem'. Dan snickered when he read the report that the parents received. It said that Richard was totally unresponsive, and completely denied it all. It said that he was brooding and angry, and would just sit there with his arms crossed.

"However" the report said, "the dried semen on the girl's clothes proves that it was a male who did the deed, so it could not have been his sisters setting him up, as he alleges. And the father did not have access to the girl's room at the time in question, because of his business travel. There were no signs of a break-in. That means that Richard is lying. He is the only one who could have done the acts in question."

The report went on to recommend that Richard be put on an antidepressant, because of his brooding antisocial behavior. So of course, the concerned parents went to get the prescription filled at the local drug store.

 

It was easy for Dan to travel to the right moment in time, and switch the pills. Instead of antidepressants, Richard would be taking female hormones. He also took a jar of birth control pills from the pharmacy, which he took to Richard's house, and substituted for the boy's vitamins.

Now it was a simple matter of going forward one month, substituting female hormones for the antidepressants and birth control pills for the vitamins. Then up another month. Then another. Dan set it up so that Richard would be sixteen years old, with one year of constant intake of female hormones.

From what he had read in the internet, he knew that with that much exposure at such a critical time in his development, Richard's whole brain would be changed. He'd start to develop breasts. In time, he would *want* to be a girl, as the hormones altered his brain.

Dan was delighted to find that the next month's dosage of his antidepressant was being increased by the doctor, since it didn't seem to be having the desired effect. This meant that now Richard would be taking twice as much estrogen every day!

 

Dan jumped up in time a few weeks, after Richard started on the increased dosage. He was going to try something now, which would be dangerous in a way. Richard would see him. What if he somehow remembered him later in life, when he returned the timeframe he originally left from? Dan had been letting his beard grow for days, for just this reason. With a scruffy goatee beard, perhaps he'd be harder to recognize, just in case.

He came up to Richard's house, when he knew the whole family would be home, and he rang the doorbell.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Watts" he said.

"Hello Doctor" replied Richard's father.

"I've come to call on you, because I'm a specialist, traveling from the west coast. I understand that your son is having some problems, and I thought that we could discuss this matter, so I could help and advise you."

"That would be wonderful Doctor. We're so worried about Richard" said his mother.

"Certainly Ma'am. May I come in?"

Dan strode in confidently. He sat down with the parents, and asked them many questions about their son's behavior. He wrote down their responses on a clipboard, and kept nodding his head.

"It isn't anything to be overly concerned with" he said. "It is a classic case. Now this is what I want you to do. For the next few months, do nothing. See if the antidepressants do their job. If your son is still wearing his sister's clothes at that point, then we move to plan B."

"And what is plan B?" said Richard's father.

"As unlikely as it sounds, the next course of action is to *encourage* your son. Find a weekend when you can be out of town, and leave him alone with just the girls. For that whole weekend Ma'am, dress him up as a girl. Put him into makeup. Have him do whatever you daughter does. For the whole weekend, treat him as a girl. Call him by a girl's name. Something very feminine, like Marissa."

"And what is that supposed to do?" said the father, who clearly didn't like the idea at all.

"One of two things. It will scare him out of it, and make him forget about ever wanting to dress again. He'll get it out of his system, and it is done with. But for a certain percentage of boys, they identify so strongly with the female gender, that the only course of action is to allow them to become women full time. They have surgeries these days so that they can look just like a woman."

"No son of mine is going to get an operation to become a woman!" steamed the father.

"Then he can grow up, feeling like he's a woman trapped in a man's body. He'll be depressed. He'll hate himself, and *you*. What he grows up into has no reflection on your sir. If you care at all about your son, if he goes through the weekend, and wants to stay as a girl, if you love him, you'll put him on estrogen, and get him the operation."

 

Of course, Dan had the deck stacked. With all the female hormones in his system, Richard would start to feel like a girl inside. And Dan would be sure to slip him some drugs, so that he spent the whole weekend as a girl walking on air. His fate would be sealed. His parents would take over administering estrogen to him, soon he'd get his surgery.

His mission was almost done. He was feeling very good about things. Richard would be turned into a woman, and would grow up female. When Dan got back to his own timeframe, everything would be different. He walked down the street on his way to the bar. He wanted to have a drink to celebrate his success.

Dan walked into the bar, and he froze. There at a table was a person he recognized: his father! Dan had grown up never knowing his dad, who passed away when he was just an infant. But he had seen all the photos that his mother kept around the house. What a wonderful, unique opportunity this was! Dan could meet his father, and get to know him. Of course, he'd have to pretend to be someone else. But still, the chance to talk to his dad was so fortunate. It must have been meant to be.

"Is this seat taken?" said Dan, sitting down next to him

"No, have a seat" replied Dan's father.

"Did you see that game last night?" asked Dan. "I can't believe they blew that lead!"

Soon the two were talking about the team. Then they ordered another round of drinks. They got along so well, that they ended up ordering dinner, and staying out all night drinking. They said good evening to each other.

"I'll see you here at the bar again some time" said his father warmly. "It was nice to meet you."

"Same here" said Dan.

Dan staggered back to the hotel he was renting, to get a night's sleep. He didn't realize what he had just done.

 

* * *

 

Dan had a few last details to take care of. Finding the weekend that Richard was to dress up as a girl, and slipping him the drugs so he'd feel elated for example. Finally satisfied that he had sufficiently ruined Richard's life, he set his time machine for the correct time and coordinates to go home, the day he left from.

In his mind, he pictured how he'd go into the office, and see that Richard was turned into a transsexual. How sweet it would be! There was no way as a woman that he would be in the position of power he held. He might be some lowly secretary, or worse. How wonderful it would feel to look down on him. Dan felt so confident, so powerful at that moment. He smiled as he pressed the button to jump back to his original timeframe.

With the usual hum, and the momentary tingle of static electricity, Dan jumped back to where he had started from. He was back home. But immediately, he knew that something was wrong. Very wrong.

 

First of all, his apartment didn't look right. It was too neat, too clean. There was no mess, everything was elegantly decorated, and the floor looked freshly vacuumed. And then there was the smell of flowers. Why would his apartment have flowers in it? He hadn't inadvertently changed something in the past to effect his own future, had he?

Dan took a step forward, and almost lost his balance. The way he moved, it was all wrong. Why was he standing on his toes? He looked down, and let out a blood curdling scream.

 

Dan saw that he was wearing a skirt. A skirt! Below it, his legs were smooth and clean shaven, covered by pantyhose. His feet were in strappy high heel shoes, with pointy toes. And that wasn't all. He had boobs now. No! This was impossible!

Dan cupped his hands on his boobs, and felt them hanging there on his chest. That was when he noticed that he was wearing a bra. And he had long fingernails, painted bright red. He teetered in his shoes, and wobbled over to the mirror. He gasped as he saw himself. He was a woman. He was beautiful. He had long hair. He was a woman!

Dan's mind raced. How could this have happened? He didn't realize the cause and effect of his trip. The night where he met his father in the bar was actually the night that he was conceived originally. But by causing his father to stay up all night drinking, it meant that when he got home, Dan's mother was already asleep. So they did not make love until a few nights later.

And on that night, it was a different sperm that fertilized the egg. The resulting fetus grew to be female, instead of the original male that Dan had been. This meant that Dan was born a girl. He was looking through his purse, and was disgusted to learn that his name was now *Danielle*.

And since he grew up as a girl, it meant that he never played football. Instead, he was a cheerleader. Thus, he didn't get a full ride scholarship to Yale. With just a single mother raising the children, Danielle was too poor to attend college. So she never became the engineer that Dan was.

Dan fumbled with the control for the time machine. He had to get to the past again, and fix things! But he was Danielle now, and his past as Dan was rapidly being erased. He couldn't remember how to work the controls anymore. He didn't understand how to work the thing. Then he couldn't even remember what the device in his hand was.

He put it down, and it started to dematerialize. He never invented it in the timeline he now lived in, so there never was a time machine. He had always been Danielle. He had always been female. The memories in his mind of being Dan were vanishing, just as the time machine control was. They were being replaced with the ones of growing up as a girl named Danielle.

Danielle could remember kissing her first boyfriend now. She could remember having her first period. She could remember her mother showing her how to put on makeup for the first time. She could remember her boobs growing, and how proud she was to wear her first bra.

Danielle went to get a glass of wine. The thoughts in her mind that had been from 'Dan' were all gone now. She couldn't remember Dan. He never existed.

 

* * *

 

Danielle put on her sharp blue suit, with white pinstripes. She straightened her skirt, and hoped it wasn't too short. She hated it when the men drooled over her long legs. But at least that was better than when they stared at her boobs! Men were so gross and so crude.

She parked her cute little green colored Saturn, and strutted into the office. She sat at her desk, and got ready for the barrage of calls her boss would get.

"Good morning Danielle" said Marissa.

"Good morning Mrs. Crick" replied Danielle.

Although it was clear from first glance that Marissa had been born a man, Danielle always treated her as a woman. She thought it was wonderful that a boy would worship women so much that he would have dedicated his life to turning himself into one.

And although Danielle was just a lowly secretary, Marissa treated her with respect. She liked that a pretty woman would accept her as being female, and didn't shy away with embarrassment like many of them did. They were very close, almost a mother-daughter relationship.

Danielle stared at the picture of the boyfriend on her desk. She couldn't wait for the day to end. He was taking her out after work, and she had already decided that he was going to get lucky that night. Oh how she loved him!

"I'm such a lucky woman" she said, as she clutched his picture close to her chest.

Danielle sighed, and replaced the picture where she'd get a good look at it all day long. She looked down to at her chest, and shook her head. She hated how her blouse got so tight in the chest, which made it possible to get a look at her bra. She needed something bigger, since she was so well endowed.

She crossed her legs, straightened her skirt again, and started to file her fingernails as she waited for the first calls of the day.

"Danielle, can you please go get coffee for me?" called out Marissa.

"Sure thing Mrs. Crick!" she replied.

Danielle sprang to her feet, and trotted off, on yet another chore from her boss. Marissa always kept her busy, running to do this or that all day long. But she didn't mind at all. She was a secretary, and it was her job to serve her boss, and to make her happy.

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2004 by Jennifer White. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.