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Subject: REPOST TG: Miss-placed (9/10) by Stephanie


		     TG: Miss-placed (9/10)

	I know, I know. I posted the last part four weeks ago, but 
as an added bonus, you get not one, but two parts this time.

	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.

	This story is copyright 1997 by Stephanie. All rights 
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long 
as the work is not altered or charged for.

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

		       Miss-placed Part Nine
			       by
			    Stephanie

	Julian was very quiet on the way back to the control center.
Martin had put that down to the experiences Julian had gone through, but
that wasn't his main problem. The truck was bringing ever closer to the
point where Julian was going to have to tell Martin the truth about
himself. That he wasn't a woman stuck in the wrong android body, but a
man. Julian was trying, and failing, to think of some way of doing it
without hurting his friend.

	However, the truth was that Martin had become far more than just
a friend. The previous night things had got a lot more intimate and a
lot more complicated. Julian still found it almost impossible to believe
that he could have feelings like that for another man.

	On the other side of the truck sat the gunslinger who had chased
him relentlessly for three days. He was still under the control of the
cutout that Sylvia had and was unable to move. Julian had been controlled
by the cutout himself a couple of days before and knew how terrible it
felt to be unable to control his own body, but he felt Gareth more than
deserved it for putting him through hell. Gareth was still clad in the
ill-fitting dress Julian had forced him into before the Dodge City staff
had arrived.

	Martin's head was resting on Julian's lap. Julian ran his hand
through Martin's hair and quietly fretted. He could tell that Sylvia had
realized how close he and Martin were and he was thankful she had the
good sense to keep quiet about his real identity.

	The floor of the truck was taken up with the inert body of the
minotaur. Sylvia had told Julian that Tony should be perfectly fine and
there shouldn't be any problem in getting him out of the system and back
into his own body.

	The truck reached the control center and headed down into the
underground garage. The entrance was well hidden and Julian suspected he
wouldn't have found it unless he had fallen over it.

	Martin was helped from the truck and put in a wheelchair that
Sylvia had called ahead for. Sylvia ordered Gareth over to two security
men and turned off the cutout. Immediately Gareth started swearing at
Sylvia, Julian and the world in general. The guards were ready and
stopped him from attacking anyone.

	"Put him in a secure room," Sylvia told the guards, "until we're
ready to return him to his body."

	The body of the minotaur was manhandled out of the truck and onto
a trolley. "We'll process your friend first," Sylvia told them, "and then
we'll sort out who to do next."

	"How long will it take?" Julian asked.

	"About half an hour." She looked at Martin, "Mr Isaacs, we'll get
someone to look at your leg. It's only non-operational because of the
gunshot. It's not actually damaged, so we can turn your leg back on in
no time."

	"I'll catch up with you in a bit," Martin called as he was
wheeled away to one of the labs.

	Sylvia turned to Julian. They were alone. She could see he was
visibly distressed about something. "Are you okay, Mr Matthews?"

	"Yes...well, no." Julian took a deep breath to steady himself.
"Martin and me became...close when we were on the run from McCall."

	Sylvia nodded sympathetically. It had surprised her when she had
first noticed how close Martin and Julian were, but she had been careful
not to show it. "Does he know about you?" she asked.

	Julian sighed and shook his head. "He hasn't a clue. How could I
let this happen?"

	"It's not your fault," Sylvia told him. "Look, it'll be an hour
or so before we can get to you. You can freshen up in one of the spare
quarters down here."

	She led him down the hall to a compact sleeping quarters. It was
like a small hotel room. Julian assured Sylvia that he'd be alright. She
gave him a warm smile and left.

	Julian looked around the room. On the back of the door was a
detailed map of the whole center detailing fire escape routes. Julian was
surprised at the size of the complex. The bed was large and very
comfortable after days in the open, but Julian was still too keyed up
to sleep. A small bathroom led off from the bedroom. It was quite small,
but contained a shower, toilet, basin and full length mirror.

	He went over to the mirror for a closer look. He hadn't had a
really good chance to look at himself since just after he had woken in
this female form.

	Even after all this time in this body, he couldn't get over how
good it looked. Even with the accumulated dirt it had picked up during
his journey. He decided to have a shower. Even though he'd be out of the
body in an hour, he thought it worth it. If only to pass the time and
take his mind off the inevitable confrontation coming.

	Julian stripped off his toga and panties and looked at himself in
the mirror. He had a strange feeling that took him a few seconds to
identify. Part of him was going to miss this new body. Was that because
that part of him had genuinely enjoyed being female or was it because he
was afraid of having to tell Martin who he really was?

	He sighed and got in the shower. Julian turned it on full and
hot and just stood under the flow. He hadn't had a shower in the better
part of a week and it felt glorious.

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	The doctor finished talking to the man in the bed and walked over
to Sylvia.

	"How is he?" Sylvia asked her.

	"Mr McCarthey is suffering from no ill effects from his
experience in the minotaur android."

	Sylvia relaxed a bit, "that's good news. I'll need you to check
over the others as we integrate them back into their real bodies."

	The doctor nodded and returned to her work. Sylvia turned and
headed back to the sleep chamber where the three remaining guests bodies
were stored. She had been slightly afraid that Tony McCarthey's mind
might have been damaged by being in an inactive android for so long. They
could have brought Tony out of the system without the computers, but that
was a dangerous procedure. Sylvia was glad she hadn't needed to resort to
that. Her head technician turned as she entered.

	"How is he?" he asked.

	"The doctor has given him the all clear. So, are we ready for our
hacker?"

	"Everything's set," he told her, patting the sleep chamber
holding Gareth McCall's body.

	Sylvia nodded at the two security guards and they went off to
get Gareth. She ran a quick diagnostic on the sleep chamber as she
waited.
 
	Gareth could be heard long before he entered the room. "I'm going
to sue the lot of you! I'm just as much a victim as anyone else!" He came
into view and pointed immediately at Sylvia. "You're going to get sued as
well! You had no right to leave me under the influence of that damn black
box! When I'm finished with you, you won't have a cent to your name!" He
was still wearing the dress. Sylvia had made sure he wasn't given any
other clothes. Not after what he had done to her theme park.

	"I assure you, Mr McCall," Sylvia replied, "we treat all people
who threaten the safety of this establishment and it's guests the same."

	"Threaten?" Gareth said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

	"We found the computer, Mr McCall. The police are already on
their way and I'm sure they'll find it very interesting."

	"What computer?" he shouted desperately.

	"Every inch of this complex is under video camera surveillance.
We have footage of you storing your computer in your personal effects
box." She was enjoying this. McCall was the one who had caused this
colossal mess after all. "It'll be a simple matter to match the virus
programs in your computer to the one rampaging around our systems."

	Gareth slumped. His whole plan for getting out of Dodge City was
playing the innocent victim when he was finally caught. It had never
occurred to him that they'd go through his personal effects and find the
computer.

	"Hook him up," Sylvia told her head technician, "and get him the
hell out of my android."

		*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

	Julian was finding the shower very invigorating. He soaped his
body and then rinsed the suds off his magnificent curves. Soon he'd back
in his own body and he'd have to give this strange one up. Soon he'd say
goodbye to these strange sensitive weights on his chest.

	He cupped his breasts in his hands and let the water play over
them. His nipples responded to the attention and sprouted in his palms.
His skin felt sensitized under the shower. He felt himself relaxing as he
dropped a hand down to his crotch. With a soapy finger he caressed the
nub of his clitoris. He felt a small pang of loss as he realized this was
the last time he could do this. He wondered when he had stopped hating
his new body.

	As he fingered himself he saw a movement outside the shower. He
jerked his hand away from his vagina and peeked around the frosted glass
door of the shower.

	"Hi," said Martin, smiling, "room for two in there?"

	"Uhh...no," Julian replied and hid back behind the shower door.
He shut the shower off and reached for a towel.

	"What's up?" Martin asked. This wasn't the reaction he had been
expecting. He had got his leg patched up so he could walk around until
he was returned to his own body. Then he had headed straight for Julian.

	"Look, Martin, I have something I need to talk to you about. It's
very important."

	"Okay, what?"

	"Give me a moment to get dressed and I'll show you."

	Martin was confused, but he went back out into the bedroom to
wait for him.

	Julian quickly finished towelling down his body. His long hair
was still wet, but he didn't have the time to dry it now. A white
dressing gown was hanging from a peg on the wall. Julian decided on
that instead of his toga. The less revealing his clothes the better. He
pulled it on and headed quickly for the door to the room.

	Martin followed him out into the corridor. Julian saw Sylvia
walking towards them. "Could you stay here a second, while I talk to Ms
Mendes." Julian asked Martin.

	"Sure," he replied a little uncertainly.

	Julian hurried down to Sylvia. "I decided to tell him now. Could
you clear the room where my body is so I can explain to him in private."

	"We could tell him if you want to. You don't have to put yourself
through this." Sylvia said sympathetically.

	"Thanks, but this is something I have to do."

	Sylvia nodded, "Okay, I'll take you there." She called on ahead
with her intercom as Julian walked back to Martin.

	Martin clearly knew something was up, but he really didn't have a
clue what it was. Julian was feeling a little dizzy from fear. This was
about the last thing he wanted to do, but he felt he owed Martin the
truth.

	He looked around at Sylvia, who nodded. He turned back to Martin
and asked him to follow. The sleep chamber took only a few minutes to
reach, but to Julian it seemed forever. Part of him wanted to get there
and get it over with and the other half never wanted to go there.

	The long low white room was just as Julian remembered it from
the start of the vacation. Now, however, all the chambers bar two were
empty. Sylvia stopped at the entrance to the room and let Julian and
Martin go on alone. 

	The first suspended animation chamber held Martin's real body.
Martin peered at his own face and then laughed. "This is so weird."

	Julian looked down at the sleeping figure through the reinforced
plastic covering it. So, this was the real Martin. It did seem strange
that through all their adventures, Martin had been there all the time. It
was even stranger to realize he had been in a similar chamber just a few
feet away. Julian knew he was just stalling to avoid the inevitable and
so pulled himself away from Martin's chamber. "My one is just over here,"
he told Martin.

	He walked over to the other occupied chamber and looked down at
his own face. It looked totally familiar and totally strange in the same
instant. He had never seen his own face like this before. He tensed as he
felt Martin walking up behind him.

	"Julia," he said, "it truly doesn't matter to me what you
look..." He looked down at the sleeping form in the chamber. At the
obviously male form of the occupant. "This..." he began, totally
dumbstruck.

	"...is me," Julian finished for in a quiet lifeless voice. "I
never meant this to happen. I'm really sorry."

	Martin looked up at Julian and then back down at the suspended
animation chamber. He was obviously still trying to take it all in.
Julian felt the humiliation and despair of his situation closing in on
him. He was close to breaking down entirely. He turned and ran from the
chamber.

	Martin watched him go and then looked back down at Julian's real
body.

	Julian almost collided with Sylvia on the way out of the room.
"It's okay." she told the tearful man. "You've done it. It's over." She
held Julian until the sobbing subsided a little. "Come on, I'll take you
back to your room."

	He allowed himself to be led back to the small bedroom. He felt
totally drained. "When will you put me back in my body."

	Sylvia looked at Julian's feminine tear-streaked face. Even now
she found it hard to believe there was a man in there. "We'll process Mr
Isaacs first and then we'll come straight for you, Julian. Just another
half an hour and it'll be finished." She got up to go, but hesitated. She
didn't want to leave Julian alone in that state. "Shall I get your
friend, Tony, to come sit with you? We extracted him form the minotaur
with no problems."

	Julian smiled weakly, "no...I'll be alright. I wait until I'm
back in my own body before I'll go see him."

	Sylvia nodded. "When you're out of here, go find a lawyer. A good
one. You deserve plenty of compensation for what happened to you."

	He thought that was strange advice from Head of Operations of
Dodge City and said so.

	"Well, after this mess, I'm going to get as far away from this
company as possible." She went to the door and opened it. "I'll be back
as soon as I can."

	Julian nodded and she left him alone. He slumped back onto the
bed and sighed. He wished he could have somehow spared Martin the truth.
Martin was probably still standing in utter disbelief by Julian's
suspended animation chamber.

	His mind drifted back to the previous evening when he and Martin
had made passionate love. He remembered the sensation of their bodies
locking together. It had seemed so right at the time and part of him
still felt great affection for Martin. He turned over onto his side
feeling his breasts shift as he did so. Sylvia was right. He should sue
this bunch for everything he could get. He certainly deserved it. Though,
it had opened his eyes to a part of him he never knew existed. He didn't
have any idea how to deal with that newly revealed part.

	Julian lost track of time and was surprised when Sylvia came back
for him. "Are you ready?" she asked him.

	He nodded and she helped him to his feet. "What about Martin?" he
asked.

	"Everything went fine. We moved him out of the way, so you won't
bump into him."

	Julian nodded and allowed himself to be led back to the chamber.
A reclining chair had been placed next to his chamber and a doctor and
two technicians stood ready to receive him. Next to them was a three foot
square machine on wheels. Sylvia led him to the chair and he settled back
into it.

	The doctor walked around to him and smiled reassuringly. "This is
a very simple procedure. Because the main system is compromised, we have
to use this portable unit to disengage you from the system, but there is
no need to worry. You'll just drop off to sleep and wake up in your real
body.

	Julian felt the technicians open a small port in the top of his
head. It felt strange, but not uncomfortable to have something slotted
into his head. Then a strange lassitude started to overcome him and
within seconds he was unconscious.

	Immediately, or so it felt like to him, he started to wake up
again. His body felt cold and stiff and very wrong. He could feel a
hundred differences as his body returned to life. He was now in the
opened chamber and the doctor was concentrating on its readouts.

	The doctor looked up at Sylvia, "He's awake."

	Sylvia leaned over into his field of vision. "Welcome back, Mr
Matthews. Everything went fine. No problems at all. You just lie back and
give yourself a few more minutes to fully wake up.

	Julian realized what the differences he was feeling were. He was
back in his real body and it felt like an ill-fitting suit. He must have
got a lot more used to his female android body than he had realized.
Slowly, feeling returned to his extremities. He experimented moving his
arm and he moved it above his head so he could see it. It was thicker and
had a light covering of hair.

	He touched his face and ran his hand along the slight beard
growth he had got in the suspended animation chamber.

	Five minutes after he woke up, Julian was helped into a
wheelchair. He didn't think he needed it as his strength was already
returning, but the doctor insisted. As he was wheeled from the room, he
looked for his android body. There was no sign of it. It must have been
removed before he woke up. He had wanted to see what he had looked like
from the outside.

	He was returned to the room where he had waited. A large plastic
box bearing his name was resting on his bed. In it he found his clothes
and personal effects. He dressed slowly and quietly. It felt strange not
to feel two weights moving on his chest anymore. He knew that the strange
feeling of being in the wrong body, even though he wasn't, would fade
soon.

	When he had finally finished dressing he turned and looked in the
mirror. He was a little startled to see his old self staring back at him.
He shook his head. The sooner he got over it the better.

	He jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. "Julian? You in
there."

	Julian nearly panicked, until he realized it wasn't Martin. "Come
on in, Tony." His deep voice surprised him for a second.

	Tony opened the door with a wide grin on his face. "So, what did
you think of the vacation."

	Julian sighed. "You call that a vacation? It was the worst
fucking four days of my life! Do you have any idea what I went through!"

	"Relax," Tony told him, unconcerned. "What about me? I spent it
all stuck in a pit as a half-human beast."

	"How many days did it take you to realize you were in the wrong
body?" Julian replied acidly.

	"Ha ha," Tony replied in a dead pan voice. He finally realized
that Julian was quite traumatized by the whole thing. "Never mind. At
least we're going to be a whole lot richer after all this."

	"Is that all you can think about?" Julian said.

	Tony was about to reply when there was another knock at the door.
"Come in!" said Tony, before Julian could stop him.

	Julian was relieved to see Sylvia rather than Martin come through
the door. "Can I talk to Mr Matthews alone?"

	Tony shrugged, "Sure." He headed out the door, "Don't sign
anything Julian!"

	Sylvia smiled and shut the door. "We have a small ground-skimmer
which we could use to ferry you away from here if you want to and we'll
make sure Mr Isaacs isn't on it."

	"Thanks. Won't the police want to talk to me?"

	"Probably, but they can do that over vid-link, can't they?"

	"Alright, lead me to the skimmer." Julian had an overriding
desire to just get away from Dodge City. He talked Tony into flying back
with him. The last thing he wanted was for Tony to end up talking to
Martin.

	Just before he boarded the skimmer he turned to Sylvia and begged
her not to say anything about him to Martin.

	She nodded, "My lips are sealed. Don't forget to get a good
lawyer."

	"I'm not sure I want this to be drawn out in the court. I
couldn't stand it."

	"It won't get that far. My soon-to-be-ex-bosses will pay you big
bucks to persuade you not to sue them. You'll be alright."

	"Thank you for everything," Julian said.

	Sylvia just smiled. She watched him board the skimmer. It lifted
off in a blast of dust. Sylvia watched it until it was a dot on the
horizon and then walked back into the complex.

To be concluded...

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