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Subject: REPOST TG: Miss-placed (2/10) by Stephanie


		     TG: Miss-placed (2/10)

	Here, at last, is the second part of this story. I intend to get
part three out this week and then leave part four until after Christmas.

	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 Two
			       by
			    Stephanie

	Julian lay in the bed, shivering with his eyes screwed shut. He
could still see the image of his strangely changed arm in his mind. He
was supposed to have been put into an exact android copy of his own body
for his vacation, but something had obviously gone very wrong.

	The arm he now possessed was less muscular than he was used to.
The dark hairs on it had gone, and the nails were longer and shaped. In
short, it was a woman's arm.

	Julian tried to calm down. Dodge City boasted state-of-the-art
technology. It was impossible for them to have made a mistake this big.
It was probably just some hallucination caused by his transference into
the android body. All he had to do was lie still for a few minutes until
his senses cleared.

	Despite his best efforts, Julian couldn't believe his own
explanation. The rest of his body felt...odd. The android body was
supposed to feel exactly the same as his real one, but it didn't. His
curiosity was getting the better of him. He had to see whether his arm
was still as feminine as his first glance had suggested.

	Cautiously, he opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. It
was still a distinctly un-cowboyish pink. This wasn't a good sign. He
brought his hand slowly into his field of vision. Julian winced when he
saw it. It was still very feminine.

	He knew for certain now that this wasn't some delusion, but why
did he have a female arm? Did someone in the assembly area put the wrong
arm on the android when it was being prepared for him?

	He lifted his other arm into view. It was a mirror of his other
arm and equally feminine. He brought his hands together and felt his
slim fingers and long nails. The sheets of the bed he was in bunched up
uncomfortably around his chest as he did so.

	He glanced down and thought for a second that there was a
ludicrous amount of sheets on the bed. Then he realised that the bulge
was being caused not by the sheets, but by what was under them.

	Julian fixed his eyes on the ceiling again and he shivered in
fear. For the first time it occurred to him that rather than his body
just having the wrong limbs, his whole body could be wrong. This is not
happening, he kept telling himself mentally.

	He slipped one of his unfamiliar hands under the covers and
placed it on his stomach. His body was covered in a soft fabric. His
lower torso also felt more rounded than he remembered.

	Slowly, he ran his hand up to his chest, where it ran into an
unmistakable obstruction. He could feel them rising and falling as he
breathed small, frightened gasps. He moved his hand over the swell of
one of the obstructions until he reached it's sensitive tip.

	There could be no denying what they were. He could feel his hand
resting on them. In one violent motion, he flung back the sheets and
revealed his two large breasts, barely contained by a white, cotton
night-dress. Julian's head spun, and he felt faint. He found it almost
impossible to accept that the slim, feminine body was now his.

	Gingerly, he held his new breasts. His breasts! It felt so
strange to actually be able to feel them being held. He remembered the
various times he had touched his ex-girlfriend's breasts. He had never
thought that one day he'd have two of his own.

	He became aware of two points pushing into his palms and he
pulled his hands away. His nipples seemed huge to him, and
extraordinarily sensitive. Even the sensation of the cotton night-dress
brushing over them was turning him on.

	His arousal was dampened considerably by the strange feelings
coming from his groin. It felt a little like an erection, but he couldn't
feel it pressing against the sheets. Julian knew what had to be down
there, but he couldn't quite face it. Breasts were bad enough, but to
lose his manhood as well?

	He tried to send a hand down to investigate his new anatomy, but
he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could this happen, he wondered
with increasing fear. All he had wanted was a simple vacation, and now it
had all gone horribly wrong.

	Calm yourself, he told himself. This is just a glitch, an error.
All I have to do is contact the control staff and they'll fix the problem
in no time. Julian thought back to the speech he and the other guests had
been given when they had arrived in Dodge City. A telephone was
discretely built into the bedside tables in all the guest rooms.

	So, all he had to do was explain he had been put in the android
body intended for a female guest and they'd sort out the problem in no
time.

	He pulled back the sheets further and climbed slowly out of the
bed, all the time trying to ignore the very strange sensations coming
from his body. It felt so strange to have two large, sensitive pillows of
flesh on his chest, bobbing and swaying with every motion. His hips were
much wider and the absence between his legs was very disturbing to him.

	Julian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the table. His
vision was obscured by something in front of his eyes. He reached up and
pulled long, blonde hair from his face. All his life he had never had his
hair longer than two inches, yet now it felt like he had two feet of
hair. It was surprisingly heavy and he could feel it spilling down his
back.

	He pushed the hair back over his head and looked for the panel
and the recessed controls. They weren't there. He pulled the drawers out,
then turned the table over in increasing desperation. It simply wasn't
there. Julian stood up and glared at the table. Why the hell did they
say each bedside table would have one when it wasn't true?

	He saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye and he
turned to confront a startled young woman staring back at him. It was
only when she duplicated his movements that he realized that he was
looking in a mirror.

	My God, he thought, she's...I'm beautiful. She seemed to be about
twenty, and she had flawless skin. Her face had an elegant look to it.
>From what he could see through the night-dress, she had a voluptuous
body. She must be a model of some sort, thought Julian. He moved closer
to the image in the mirror and felt his breasts bob as he did so.
Curiosity overcame his reluctance. He pulled the night-dress off.

	Julian gaped at the goddess reflected back from the mirror. His
breasts were not quite as large as they felt, but he was still amply
endowed. He looked down past his softly curving belly and saw the
triangular patch of blonde pubic hair. She's a true blonde, was all that
Julian's stunned mind could think.

	As he stared at the nude, and very shocked, girl in the mirror he
started to feel a little turned on. Finally, he had enough courage to
touch his new anatomy. He watched the young woman in the mirror slide a
hand slowly over the soft curve of her belly and down to the mat of
blonde hair nestled between her legs. He felt the hair against his slim
fingers. Then he touched, ever so lightly, the lips of his vagina. Even
that slight touch caused him to jump involuntarily.

	He began to feel a tingling in his nipples as they stiffened.
With his free hand, he lightly rubbed them. That felt good. In fact it
felt very good. He started to massage his breast with greater confidence.
The feeling of the soft flesh under his hand felt familiar to Julian,
but the sensation of his mammary being fondled was utterly alien.

	He became aware of a delicious heat spreading from his loins.
Almost without being aware of what he was doing, Julian slipped a
delicate finger into his strange new anatomy.

	A strong, erotic sensation washed through him. Julian gave a long
low moan at that feeling. It felt so strange to feel something inside him
there. It was nothing like what he had felt when his old girlfriend
had stuck her finger in his ass during lovemaking. He slipped another
finger in beside the first. As his fingers brushed his clitoris he felt a
surge of passion shoot through him and his legs almost gave way. He
staggered back to the bed and flopped down on it.

	Julian spread his legs and started to work his hand in his
vagina, his predicament forgotten for the moment. He spread his legs to
give himself easier access to his sensuous new anatomy. He remembered
the image of his new body he had seen in the mirror and began to
fantasize that he was making love to her. He dreamed about climbing on
top of the well-stacked blonde and then driving his cock deep into her
yielding flesh.

	One hand was now working frenetically in his vagina while the
other pulled and teased at his erect nipples. He started to imagine that
the fingers in his pussy were in fact an erect penis. Without realizing
it, his fantasy shifted from making love to the blonde woman into being
made love to as her. His imagination became so vivid he felt he could
almost feel the veined rod gliding in and out of his aching vagina.

	By now, Julian was riding a roller coaster of feelings that he
simply couldn't get off. He bucked his hips, as if trying to meet the
thrusts of his imaginary lover. Then his body seemed to explode with
passion as he orgasmed.

	Julian continued to stroke his smooth body as the sensations
slowly died away. He felt rather light headed after the experience. Was
that what it was like for a woman? He felt his cheeks grow red with
embarrassment when he recalled how he had imagined having sex with a man.

	This was getting too weird, he decided. The sooner he had this
problem sorted out the better. He slid off the bed and went over to the
window. He felt his hips swivel far more than he was used to as he did
so.

	Carefully, so as not to expose himself to those outside, he
opened the curtains and looked out. The sight that greeted him was
familiar from countless westerns he had seen. The window he was looking
from seemed to be on the second or third floor. He watched several
cowboys ride past on the unpaved main street. The local inhabitants went
about their daily business. Just down the street was the local jail, and
next to that was a three story building with a large sign simply marked
'Hotel' on it.

	Julian recognized the building and frowned. That was where every
guest was supposed to start their vacation. So why was he in another
building, across the street, rather than in that one? If he wasn't in
the hotel, that would explain why there was no phone built into the
bedside table.

	To find a phone he was going to have to get into the hotel. He
turned and headed to the door. It was only as he felt his breasts jostle
that he realized he couldn't go anywhere naked. He avoided his reflection
in the mirror as he looked around the room. In one corner was a wardrobe,
made out of a form of plastic that mimicked wood very well.

	Julian opened it up and was relieved to see it was full of
clothes. His relief faded as he worked his way through them. Each one of
them was a skirt or dress. He frowned at them. This wasn't right. Dodge
City had many female guests and they usually played tough, gun-toting
cowgirls. That was the whole point of the place. Any other role simply
wouldn't be any fun.

	So why did this guest have no riding clothes, just dresses? He
stopped at one item of clothing. Julian couldn't quite make out what it
was. It looked little like a one-piece female bathing suit, but it was
covered in hundreds of glass beads. In Julian's opinion, it was quite
gaudy. He pulled it out of the wardrobe and only then noticed the long
feathers attached to the seat of the costume.

	This was some dancing girls outfit! Julian put it on the bed in
some confusion. Who'd want to go to Dodge City to become a dancing girl?

        It didn't matter. All he had to worry about was getting to his
proper android body. He hated the idea of having to wear a dress, but the
alternative was far worse.

	Julian considered wearing just the dress, but he quickly became
convinced that his ample bosom needed more support. At the bottom of the
wardrobe were two drawers. Each of these were filled with underclothes.

	Julian pulled out several handfuls of silk and lace. Everything
seemed more complicated than modern lingerie, not that he'd had much
experience with that either. He finally settled on something which was
very similar to a pale-blue silk slip. It buttoned up at the back and
seemed to do the job a bra was designed for.

	He tried to pull it on over his head, but he quickly realized
that his breasts weren't going to allow that. Instead, he managed to get
it on by stepping into it and then pulling the soft, cool fabric up
around his body.

	The blue lingerie fitted very snugly to his curvy new body.
Julian bent his arms back and started trying to do up the buttons on the
back of the slip. He found it a lot harder than he expected it to be.

	After a few false attempts, he managed to get all the buttons
done up correctly. He gave a sigh of relief, and smoothed down the silky
garment over his skin. The slip brushed against his thighs and he
shivered. It felt weird to wear such silky, soft clothes against his
skin. Even stranger was the sensation of his breasts being held by the
cool, slippery fabric.

	Looking in the mirror, Julian could see his nipples clearly
through the underwear. He also felt very odd when he realized how much
cleavage he was now showing. He quickly rejected any idea of wearing
panties. There was no way he was going to wear any more female clothes
than he absolutely had to.

	Turning to the bed, he started going through the clothes, looking
for a suitable dress to wear. To his annoyance, most were designed to
display his generous cleavage to the world. The most demure dress he
could was a deep red one. Its hem reached to his ankles. It still bared
far too much of his bosom than he liked, but it would have to do. It
wouldn't be for long, anyway.

	Julian had to step into this as well. There was some form of
corset built into it and he had to breathe in to do up the buttons. He
had even more difficulty doing the dress us than he had had with the
slip.

	By the time he had managed the final button, Julian was starting
to sweat a little from the exertion. Couldn't these things be better
designed, he thought? Surely women couldn't have enjoyed wearing outfits
like that?

	He struggled to get a bit more comfortable. The dress seemed far
too tight. It didn't look too small in the mirror. In fact, it looked
pretty good. His waist looked very thin, which only emphasized his hips
and bust. If only he was alone with this pretty woman rather than
actually being her...

	He tried walking in the dress, he found he had to take shorter
steps than he was used to. His feet kept stepping on the hem and tripping
him. That reminded him of something else he needed. Shoes.

	He found some black shoes which were almost boots beside the bed.
Julian had to strain to reach the shoes to do them up, thanks to his
dress, but eventually he made it. The shoes had two-inch heels and Julian
was glad to be a little taller. He couldn't be sure, but he suspected his
new body was quite a bit shorter than his old one.

	He staggered unsteadily to his feet, thanking God that he wasn't
born a woman in the nineteenth century. After a few minutes, he felt a
little surer on his feet, though he still had to take it slowly. He took
one last look in the mirror at the impossible beauty he had become. His
long blonde hair fell loose around his shoulders. He felt he should do
something with it, but he lacked the expertise.

	This was the moment of truth. He was as ready as he was ever
going to be. He didn't have far to go, he told himself. He would reach
his proper room and phone console in no time. Then the problem would be
sorted out.

	He stood at the bedroom door for a full five minutes, his heart
beating furiously. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, even
though none of them would be able to guess he was anything but the young
woman he appeared to be.

	Come on now, he told himself furiously, if you don't get to your
room, you'll never get your proper body! With that, he grasped the brass
handle of the door and opened it. The hallway outside was empty, but
Julian could here noise coming from downstairs. It sounded like dozens of
people enjoying themselves. As he walked nervously down the hallway,
Julian could make out the sound of a badly out-of-tune piano being
played. He was in a saloon!

	Gathering up his nerves, Julian walked forward as the hallway
turned into a balcony above the saloon. It was quite crowded, as many of
the new arrivals had headed straight there. Julian looked around, hoping
to see Tony in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was
busy contacting the Dodge City staff about his friend who hadn't woken
up.

	Julian watched as a card game erupted into a fist fight between
two six-foot, burly men and a fat, balding man in his fifties.
Inexplicably, the two muscled men were easily disposed of by the older
man. Spot the guest, thought Julian.

	With all the commotion going on, Julian hoped to slip through the
crowd without being noticed. He had to concentrate as he walked down the
stairs that he didn't step on his long skirt and send himself flying.

	While several people watched Julian walk down the stairs, only
one was doing so intently. Gareth was sitting at the bar. After his
exploration of Dodge city, he had flung open the swing doors of the
saloon, and had been gratified to see everyone stop and look and him.

	He had stalked over to the bar, and the people sitting there had
quickly scurried out of his way. The last few hours had been fantastic
for him. The androids, and even the guests, were showing him a level of
respect he had never had before.

	He had just ordered a drink when he had noticed the woman
descending from upstairs. At first glance, she seemed to be just another
of the saloon's employees, but something about her intrigued Gareth. All
the other women there seemed far more experienced. This woman seemed to
have a degree of innocence Gareth hadn't seen anywhere else in Dodge
City. She was obviously very nervous about something. The Dodge City
management set up many stories for the entertainment of the guests.
Perhaps she was part of one. Gareth was totally entranced by the mixture
of beauty and naivetÚ she exuded.

	Julian was acutely aware of the bald man in black watching him
intently. He did his best to manoeuvre away from the gunslinger, which
was virtually impossible in the crowded saloon.

	As Julian walked passed the bald man nodded and said "Afternoon,
miss," to him.

	He almost stumbled as he realized he had been called 'Miss'. He
took one terrified glance at the smiling man and hurried on. Thankfully,
the man didn't seem interested in pursuing him.

	Julian had his eyes fixed on the swing doors leading out onto the
street. He had almost reached them when he felt an arm wrap around his
waist and pull him off his feet.

	He landed in the lap of a man in his twenties, who was almost
certainly another guest. Julian struggled to get up, but the man easily
held him in place.

	The man laughed, "There's no need to rush off just yet, you
beauty."

	"Let me go!" demanded Julian. His voice was as weak as he felt.
He was helpless to resist the man. "No!" he shrieked as he felt a strong
hand clamp onto his breast. His fear rose as felt a growing lump under
him.

To be continued...

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