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Subject: REPOST TG: Miss-placed (4/10) by Stephanie


		     TG: Miss-placed (4/10)

	My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525.
There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are
archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put
a similar page up on that site, let me know.

	As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.

		       Miss-placed Part Four
			       by
			    Stephanie

	Julian's heart was hammering. His feet were rooted to the spot.
He could do nothing but watch in total horror as the gunslinger dressed
all in black walked over to him.

	"I didn't catch your name earlier," the man said with a sly
smile.

	Julian found his voice at last. "Please leave me alone."

	The man continued to walk over to Julian. "That's no way to talk
to your savior."

	Julian's mind was filled with the images of his earlier encounter
with the undertaker. He could tell exactly the same thing was on the mind
of the gunslinger. As long as he was alone with him he was in danger. His
female body was obviously no match for the bald man. He had to get out of
the room and away from the gunslinger. "I could do with a drink." he
said.

	The man's grin widened. "I've already taken care of that." He
said producing a wine bottle and two glasses from behind his back.

	He offered a glass to Julian, who took it automatically. "So,"
asked the gunslinger, "do you have a name?"

	"Jul-Julia," stuttered Julian.  He decided on a more female name
than his own as he was still intensely embarrassed at his predicament.
"Who are you?"

	Gareth thought for a moment. His own name didn't really fit his
current body. "You can call me Yul," he said after a moment.

	The name rang a bell and Julian finally realized who the
gunslinger android had been based on. Yul Brynner, an actor who'd died
some thirty or forty years ago. So this was just some computer
controlled android. He shouldn't be as dangerous as a human controlled
android could be.

	Yul opened the champagne bottle and filled Julian's glass. It
seemed so out of place to Julian. As he sipped his champagne he tried to
decide what to do. He could risk the undertakers again, but he would have
to risk being groped again or worse. First of all though, he had to get
away from this gunslinger.

	"Thanks for helping me out earlier, Yul, but I have to be going."
Julian started to edge away, but Yul grabbed his arm and held it tight.

	"Now don't go just yet," the gunslinger said with a dangerous
smile. "Let's have a little fun first."

	"No, please no," begged Julian in a small frightened voice. Not
again! Please, not again!

	Yul wrapped a strong arm around Julian and pulled them together.
"Stop struggling." he said. "This is what you were made for after all."

	Julian reached out looking for some form of weapon. His hand
closed around the half-full champagne bottle. Desperately, he swung the
bottle and it connected sharply with the gunslinger's head. It didn't
shatter, but the blow was hard enough to stop Julian's attacker for an
instant.

	Yul staggered back from the blow. Julian knew he only had a few
seconds to take the advantage. Charging forward, he crashed into the
dazed bald man. Yul was unprepared for the attack and went flying
backwards. With a loud crash, he collided with the window and smashed
straight through it.

	Julian could only look on in shock as Yul disappeared from sight.
He rushed over to the hole where the window had been and looked down at
the black clad figure lying in the street. He was relieved to see Yul was
still moving. Julian knew that it was just an android, but he didn't want
to be responsible for killing it.

	Gareth shook his head and staggered to his feet. His back ached a
bit, but didn't really hurt. He looked up to see the android whore
looking down at him apprehensively. She had a lot more fight in her than
he had thought. Well, if she thought chucking him out the window was
enough to put him off she had another thing coming.

	Julian's relief at the gunslinger's survival turned to fear when
he saw him get up. The bald man dusted himself down and strode back into
the saloon. He was coming back!

	Julian ran to the door of his room, which was locked. His head
started to spin. What was he going to do? He dragged a chair over and
jammed it under the doorknob. That wouldn't keep Yul out for long,
though. The only other way out was through the remains of the window. He
stuck his head out the window. Just below the window ran a narrow
slanting roof that covered the walkway above the saloon entrance.

	Carefully he climbed out the window and onto the small roof. His
boots weren't really designed for this and he had to move slowly. The
night air whipped up his skirt, reminding him of the dangerous situation
he was in. He pressed close to the wall as he edged along. Julian was
intensely aware of the drop behind him and his stomach was knotted with
fear.

	After what seemed an eternity he made it to the bedroom across
the hall from his. The window was stiff and he had some trouble opening
it without losing balance. Finally, he was inside. For several moments
all he could do was stand there shivering. Under his bosom his heart was
pounding furiously. Julian could hear the gunslinger returning.

	Gareth ran up the stairs and back outside Julian's room. He'd
show her who was boss. The door refused to open after he unlocked it.
Several swift kicks removed the obstruction and then Gareth was in.

	There was no sign of Julia though. She was trying to hide from
him. He checked the wardrobe and under the bed, but there was no sign of
her. She can't of just vanished, he thought. The only way in or out of
the room was through the door, which had been barricaded from the inside,
or...through the window!

	She hadn't! He stuck his head out the window. She must have made
a break for it along the narrow roof. He ran back to the hallway just in
time to see Julian running down the stairs.

	For once, Julian was glad to see the saloon was packed out with
guests. He could hear Yul close behind him, but where could he go? It was
dark outside and he wouldn't be able to keep ahead of the gunslinger for
long.

	Julian ran behind the bar and ducked down. The bartender decided
not to protest when he saw Yul advancing towards him.

	In desperation, Julian picked up a bottle from behind the bar and
lobbed it at the bald gunman. Yul was surprised, but managed to deflect
it with his arm. Julian pulled more bottles from the bar and began
throwing them at Yul as quickly as he could.

	Gareth deflected the bottles as best he could as he edged towards
the bar. He liked his women with some spirit in them, but this whore was
getting annoying. She was turning him into a laughing stock. This had to
stop now! He pulled his gun from his holster and started firing into the
bottles above the bar.

	Julian covered his head and cowered behind the bar as the bottles
shattered, spraying him with alcohol and glass.

	"Drop your gun!" bellowed a voice from the door. Gareth turned and
glared at the figure standing in the doorway. The figure moved forward
into the light. Gareth's eyes saw the silver star on the man's chest. It
was the sheriff.

	The sheriff's gun was pointed straight at him. Gareth knew he had
about a fifty/fifty chance of 'killing' the sheriff before he was fatally
wounded. If he was taken to the repair center there was a good chance his
whole scheme would be found out. For now he was going to have to back
off. He dropped the gun to the floor next to his feet and raised his
hands.

	Julian cautiously poked his head above the bar to see what was
going on. The sheriff saw the slightly dishevelled woman, "are you okay,
miss?" he asked.

	Julian nodded and made his way over to the sheriff. He was
conscious of the lawman watching him. He didn't seem to have the evil
glint in his eye that Yul had. Even so, Julian was wary of his new
savior.

	Gareth was watching the sheriff's eyes waiting for the one
momentary lapse of concentration that he could exploit. As Julian reached
the sheriff that moment came. The sheriff's eyes flicked over Julian's
assets.

	Gareth dropped to the floor, grabbed his gun, and rolled to the
side behind a table. The sheriff got off one shot that went wide. Gareth
immediately returned fire. The sheriff was spun around by the impact and
he went down. Gareth was annoyed that he had only hit the lawman in the
arm. He had wanted to finish him off with one shot.

	Julian had dived to the floor when the short exchange of fire had
started. He looked up to see the grinning gunslinger advancing on the
wounded sheriff. Julian had to do something, if only to save himself from
Yul. Then he saw how he could do it.

	The sheriff's gun had fallen just in front of Julian. He quickly
picked it up and held it in both hands. He aimed it at Yul and squeezed
the trigger.

	Gareth saw what he was up to a split-second before Julian fired.
He flung himself backwards and he almost succeeded in evading the bullet.

	Julian staggered to his feet, still holding the gun. Yul was
still moving. He was even starting to get back to his feet! Julian
turned to the injured sheriff. "Do you have a horse?"

	"Yeah," the sheriff was a little surprised by the turn of events.
His heroic rescue hadn't gone exactly as he had planned. It was surprises
like these that made this vacation so much fun. He stood up and followed
the saloon girl out into the night. The gunshot wound didn't hurt, just
like the brochure had promised, but he had lost some mobility in his arm.

	His pure white horse was waiting where he had left it. He quickly
vaulted into the saddle and pulled Julian up behind him with his good
arm.

	Julian held on tight to the sheriff as they rode off. His dress
was rucked up, exposing rather more of his thighs than he liked. He held
on tight to the sheriff. This was the first time he had been on a horse
and he wasn't sure he liked it.

	He became aware of how close he was to the sheriff. His breasts
were crushed into the man's back. His face was mere inches away from the
sheriff's body. Julian could smell the very male aroma coming from him.
He wanted to trust his latest rescuer, but so far none of his experiences
with men in Dodge City had been good ones.

	Back in the saloon, Gareth got to his feet just in time to see
the sheriff and Julia ride off into the night. He touched the sore spot
on his head where the bullet had grazed it. He picked up his hat and was
angered to see the bullet hole in it. If Julia thought she had got away
from him she was going to be very disappointed.

	The sheriff pulled up by the local jail. He dismounted and lifted
Julian down. "Are you alright?" the sheriff asked him.

	"I've been better," Julian replied, "but thanks."

	They headed inside. "Aren't you going to put your horse away?"
asked Julian.

	"Why?" answered the sheriff, "it isn't real, after all."

	"You're a guest here!" exclaimed Julian. He had hoped the sheriff
wasn't just another computer controlled android. "So am I, but I'm in the
wrong body!"

	"Pardon?" asked the bemused sheriff.

	"I wasn't put into the right body when I entered Dodge City. I
tried to contact the control center, but something is going on there."

	The sheriff locked the main door behind him. "There. We'll be
safe for tonight."

	"Thank you for helping me. Something must have gone wrong with
the androids. That gunslinger shouldn't be following me like that."

	"Tomorrow morning we'll go find help and get your body problem
sorted out." He held out a hand, "Martin Isaacs."

	"Sorry?"

	"My name," he replied with a small smile, "and you are?"

	"J-Julia Matthews." Julian decided to use the feminine name again
instead of his own. He was still embarrassed by his condition. Suddenly
he remembered Martin had been shot. "How is your arm?"

	"Stiff, but it doesn't hurt." His shirt was stained by fake
blood.

	"It's probably best to bandage it anyway until you can get it
fixed. At least it will stop the bleeding."

	Martin stripped to the waist while Julian found the first aid
kit. Martin's chest was quite well muscled. If this was a true copy of
his real body then he was obviously quite fit.

	Julian pushed such thoughts from his mind. The last thing he
wanted was to be caught staring at Martin's chest. He set to the task of
bandaging the wound. "How's that?" he asked

	"Thanks. I'm glad this isn't my real body. I'd be rolling in agony
from this wound."

	Julian found himself fighting back a yawn.

	Martin saw the yawn, "You're tired. You stay here tonight and
we'll contact the control center tomorrow."

	Julian nodded. He didn't want to risk going outside again and he
was tired. "Do you have a bed in here?"

	The sheriff nodded, "there's a camp bed down in my office."

	Julian looked down past the cells to a small partitioned room.
"What about you?" he asked, a little worried.

	Martin smiled. "There are beds in the cells. You get some sleep."

	"Okay, goodnight!" Julian was uncomfortably aware of Martin
watching him as he walked down to the office. He looked back as he
reached the door and Martin smiled and waved. Julian smiled back
uncertainly and quickly went into the room.

	The door had no lock on it, but it was better than nothing.
Unlike everyone else he had met here, Martin had showed Julian kindness.
Even so, Julian still didn't trust him.

	The bed was functional, but fairly comfortable. Julian decided to
keep some clothing on, just in case. He struggled out of his dress. The
corset he was wearing underneath was constricting, but if he didn't feel
safe enough to go naked. He was exhausted from all that he had been
through that day and he was soon deeply asleep despite the discomfort.

	Martin found it difficult to get to sleep. Mainly because the
beds in the cells were so uncomfortable, but partly because the woman
sleeping in his office. He found Julia's story to be highly unlikely, but
why would she lie? The body she had now was very beautiful. Martin
wondered if her real body was as attractive. It wasn't really quite the
adventure he'd been expecting. He had been rescued by the damsel in
distress, but it had been more than entertaining enough.

			*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Julian glared at the black clothed gunslinger standing opposite
him on the deserted street. The sun beat down mercilessly from directly
overhead. The local populace looked on from windows and doorways.

	"Draw," demanded the gunslinger.

	Julian glanced down at his gun in its holster. Then, in one fluid
motion, he drew his gun and aimed it at his opponent. The gunslinger had
barely started drawing his own gun. Julian grinned and fired.

	Instead of the loud bang he expected to hear, Julian's gun just
made a whirring noise. He looked at his gun and was shocked to see it was
now a silver hairdryer.

	He looked down to see that his clothes had changed from a cowboy
outfit to a tight dress revealing his now ample bosom.

	He looked up to see the gunslinger doubled up in laughter. Julian
dropped the hairdryer and turned around  looking for a way out.
Everywhere he turned, however, he was surrounded by crowds of people. All
of them were laughing and pointing at him.

	Julian screamed and sat bolt upright. It took him a few seconds
to remember where he was.

	There was a knock at the office door. "Are you okay?" asked
Martin anxiously from the other side.

	"Ummm...yeah," replied Julian. "I had a nightmare, I think."

	"Alright. The sun's up. When you're ready we'll go find someone
in charge." Martin replied.

	"I'll be out in a minute." Julian struggled back into the dress.
With Martin he would be able to avoid a repetition of the incident with
the 'undertaker'.

	While Julian was getting dressed , Martin unlocked the main door
and went to check his horse was ready. It was exactly where he had left
it.

	"I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever get up." said a powerful
voice.

	Martin span round to see the gunslinger who had almost 'killed'
him the night before. "Oh, its you again. What do you want now?"

	"The same thing I wanted last night, sheriff. My woman." Yul
replied in a threatening tone.

	"I think she made it quite clear last night that she isn't
interested in you." Martin could feel his blood rushing from excitement.
This is why he had come to Dodge City in the first place.

	Together the two men edged out into the middle of the street.
Never taking their eyes off each other for an instant. Martin thanked his
lucky stars that it wasn't his gun arm that had got shot the previous
evening.

	"Draw," commanded the gunslinger.

	Martin tensed his arm and tried to judge when he should go for
his gun. His opponent was totally still.

	The stand-off lasted for nearly a minute. Then in one quick
motion, Martin snatched the gun from its holster. Even as he brought it
up to fire, he could see he wasn't fast enough.

	The gunslinger fired three times in quick succession. The bullets
span Martin around and threw him to the floor. Leisurely, Gareth walked
over to the body and turned it over onto its back with his foot.

	He grinned. All three bullets had hit the sheriff straight in the
chest. He delivered a few hefty kicks to make sure the sheriff was really
dead. Finally convinced, he turned his attention to the jail. His feisty
girl would almost certainly be hiding out in there.

	Julian flinched back from the crack in the curtain where he had
been watching the fight. Martin had done his best, but he simply wasn't a
match for the robotic gunslinger.

	Martin would be okay, but now nothing lay between the bald man
and Julian. The jail had a weapons cabinet, but it was securely locked.
He desperately tried to calm himself down and think of something.

	Gareth kicked open the door of the jail and stalked through it.
Where was she? The jail was fairly sparsely furnished. A large desk and
chair, some cells and an office at the far end.

	He walked down to the office and kicked the door in. A quick
search revealed nothing. In his hiding place, Julian considered running
for it. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get away.

	Gareth left the office. She had to be here, but where. Then he
noticed a form under the covers of one of the cell beds. Quietly he
walked into the cell. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them back in one
quick motion. However, instead of the cowering girl he was expecting,
all he found was pillows. What the hell was she playing at? he wondered.
Then the door behind him slammed shut.

	Gareth rushed the door, but Julian had already managed to lock
it.

	"Julia?" he said in disbelief, "open this door!"

	The girl laughed, "You'll be lucky."

	Gareth pulled his gun and aimed it straight between Julian's
eyes. "Let me out or I'll blow your head off."

	"You've got a thing for headless corpses then?" Julian asked.

	Gareth was furious at himself for falling into her trap. "This
won't hold me for long." He aimed his gun at the lock and fired.

	The cell door held, but Julian knew it wouldn't last for long. He
hurried out of the jail as fast as his skirts would allow. His heart sank
when he saw Martin's body. He knew that Martin would be up and around in
a few hours, but it still hurt to see him lying there.

	He didn't have time to mourn the loss of his only friend in this
nightmare. The repeated gunshots from the jail reminded him that his
pursuer would soon be free.

	Julian turned from Martin's body to the horse, which was still
standing where it had been left the night before. He ran round to its
side. Putting his foot in the stirrup he managed to lift himself into
the saddle.

	His dress bunched up around him as he steadied himself in the
saddle. The horses were supposed to be as easy to ride as a bicycle, but
Julian still felt uneasy.

	There was no time to waste getting used to the horse. Julian
grabbed the reins and gave a small nudge with his heels to get it moving.
The horse responded. He didn't feel safe at anything faster than a trot,
but he had to get away now. He kicked with his heels and the horse
accelerated.

	It was all he could do to hang on. He was convinced that the
horse was going to throw him off at any second. Surprisingly quickly, 
Dodge City fell behind him. His plan, such as it was, to hide out in the
surrounding hills until he could sneak back and contact the authorities.

	Back in the jail the lock finally shattered. Gareth wrenched the
door open and ran outside. There was no sign of Julia. The sheriff's
horse had also gone.

	Gareth punched a wooden beam in frustration. This was getting
ridiculous! He liked a girl with some spirits, but this whore was
starting to really annoy him. Well, he'd show her who was boss when he
caught up with her.

To be continued...

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