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Sapphire Sapphire's Place, a TG Fiction Archive Sapphire's Channel, a TG Pointcast and Webcast Fiction Channel ( http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire ) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This Time We've Got It Right! Judy and I worked our way through the nosy and excited crowd milling around the chrome and glass platform. The platform had been specially built for the event at the south end of the Grand Central Station waiting room. This was the first time the old train station had been opened since the government began the remodeling project over five years ago. There were more people packed in the huge room than there had been in many years, and everyone was impressed with the remodeling efforts. But that wasn't that main reason we were all here. We were here to see the latest invention of the Studebaker Transportation Corporation. The free food and drink was a good reason too. Just for a lark we had entered our names in the lottery to be the first "passengers" to use the newly invented transportation system known as "TELTRAV", and I wanted to be able to hear the names when they finally got around to picking them. As we got closer to the platform we could hear the well dressed man speaking into a huge public address system. "TELTRAV', the transportation system of the future, is a revolutionary invention that allows for the teleportation of passengers and goods across hundreds of miles in less time than it takes to walk through the doorway." He said pointing to an ordinary looking metal archway in the center of the platform. "TELTRAV" has been under development for the last 15 years. Now after, over 10,000 successfully completed transmissions, and literally hundreds of thousands of hours of research, we are ready to offer to the world a freedom of travel that is only surpassed by the invention of the automobile nearly 175 year ago. It is virtually foolproof and safe, absolutely nothing can go wrong!" The crowd, at least those of us that could hear him, cheered. Holding up his hands for silence, which the crowd largely ignored, he continued. "As you know, not only will the first 'passengers' earn themselves a place in history, they will also receive a cash award of 25,000 credits provided by the Department of Transportation. As President and General Manager of the 'TELTRAV' Division of STC, I have been authorized to increase that amount by an additional 5,000 credits." "30,000 credits! Enough to live in comfort for the rest of our lives, if we were careful! Who cared about the history books, the money was what we were interested in. If our names were drawn, we'll use the money to get married," I thought. "...and now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment everyone has been waiting for..." He said as a scantily dressed attractive blonde reached in to the big drum full of cards, and pulled one out. "The names of the first 'TZLTRAV' passengers...ARE MARK A. HANSON AND JUDY C. O'LEARY" Mark Hanson and Judy O'Leary? That was us! We had won the right to be the first. Even more importantly, we had won the money. Grabbing Judy's hand, I forced a pathway through the crowd to the short stairs of the platform. "Here we are, over here." I yelled, trying to be heard over the noise of the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen", the man shouted once again holding up his hands for quiet. "Because of the importance of being the first to travel on 'TELTRAV',' not to mention the money, we will have to verify the names before we can begin. May we PLEASE HAVE SOME QUIET!" This time the crowd obeyed. "Thank you." "Now then, let me see your I. D. cards", he said as we excitedly handed them over. "Hum...Mark Hanson, male, brown hair, blue eyes, 5'll"; looks O.K.. Judy O'Leary, female, red hair, green eyes, 5'8". Alright, you are who you say you are. I have to explain the rules, before you can be transported, must warn you that you will be the very first humans to be transported. We fee1 that it is perfectly safe and everything will go O.K.. But, and this is the big but, there may be same danger involved". Seeing our concerned expressions, he added, Don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Think it over, if you don't really want to do this I can always call another set of names. Of course you won't get any money, that's only if you actually go through." Give up all that money just because of a little danger? No way! Judy and I had already made up our minds, we were ready to go. "We're ready to go right now", I said, Judy nodding her head in agreement. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THEY ARE GOING TO GO THROUGH WITH IT!" The crowd seemed to go nsane when our decision was announced. Turning off his microphone, the president guided us to just in front of the doorway. "O.K., all you have to do is just step through the archway, and before you can even think about it, you will be in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. Wait until I give you the signal, then step through. While you are waiting, you might want to think of a statement for the history books. You know, something historic like 'One small step for man...". We really didn't hear his suggestion on historical comments, Judy and I were too busy, trying to give each other reassuring smiles. If she felt like I did, she was scared to death! I just hoped he wouldn't take too long in giving us the signal. "Ladies and gentlemen, ARE you ready?" A great YES! rose from the crowd, "Mark and Judy, are You ready?" A much quieter yes from us. "Then GO!" We took a deep breath and stepped through the arch, into the bright sunlight of the Golden Gate park. He was right we didn't feel a thing. But we sure heard the crowd that waited for us. If anything, they were noisier than the crowd in Grand Central. However, unlike the crowd in Grand Central, this one rapidly grew silent. One woman in about the third row back screamed, "Look, look at their heads!" What was wrong with our heads? I didn't feel any different. Turning to look at Judy, I was startled to see the face of a handsome young man with deep blue eyes, and short brown hair. He looked familiar, but where....? With shock, I realized that I was looking at my own face and head. Only instead of it being where it belonged, it was on Judy's body! As if we were mirror images, we both reached up and felt our new heads in disbelief. Somehow in the teleportation process, our heads had become disconnected and reattached to the wrong body. "Quick, get in here before you cause a riot", we were ordered as we were being shoved in to a metal building that was being used as the receiving station control center. In the control center, crammed with all kinds of switches, dials and other indescribable devices, were a half dozen men. All were trying to talk at once and were pointing their fingers angrily at each other. I looked at Judy, or rather myself, or rather at Judy wearing my head, and just shook my head, or her head, (it was a little confusing to say the least) as if to say we must be the only ones not going insane. She smiled her agreement. I was pleased to note that I had a terrific smile. Finally after what seemed like hours, one of the men realized we were still standing at the doorway. He grabbed our arms and lead us to a small office behind the control panels. "I don't know what happened, every test went perfectly. This should never have happened. I'm sorry, we will try to restore you back to normal as soon as we figure out what went wrong. Please stay in here out of sight, while I try to make some sense out of this!" He said shakenly, as he offered chairs for us to sit in. He stood standing for a few more minutes looking first a Judy then me, then back to Judy. Shaking his head one last time, he went back out into the crowded control room, closing the door behind him. For a second the only sounds in the small office were the ticking of the large clock on the wall and our breathing. Judy broke the silence, "Strange, except for missing the feel of my hair brushing shoulders, I feel normal. How do you feel, any different?" I agreed that, except for the hair that was now brushing my shoulders, I didn't feel any different either. But I secretly couldn't help noticing, that I was quite handsome.. Well I was, and I had never seen my face or head as others do before, and (without being too modest) I was handsome. I realized Judy was thinking the same thing when she reached over to me and caressed her/my/our long red hair. When she saw me smiling at her she dropped her hand in embarrassment, mumbling something about how "sexy it looked". We just sat there, looking at each other, admiring our "new" faces and heads, for about an hour. Finally the man who had ushered us in to the office, returned and announced that they had figured out what had gone wrong. They knew that this time, it would work correctly. But, (there's always a but isn't there), we would have to go back through to the archway in Grand Central Station. They figured that if going one way would "do" returning the other way would "undo". And as an extra incentive, we were going to get another 25,000 credits for our troubles. We didn't have anything to lose, even though we both enjoyed looking at ourselves, we knew that we had to go through again. Onward and upward! Our trip hack was just as quick as it had been before. However, when we walked forward from the archway, we lost our balance and fell flat on the platform. Standing over us were a small group of officials, each with a horrified look on his face. Why became readily apparent when I looked over at Judy. Our heads had not been restored as promised, in fact even more of us had been scrambled. The entire right side of her, except for her right breast, was wearing my right side. I was wearing her right side and left breast. Strange. No wonder we fell, my legs are/were about three inches longer than hers. The President of the company helped us up and over to some of the chairs that remained on the platform. There was a touch of panic in his voice as he exclaimed that this should have never happened. The equipment had been tested thousands of times without any problems. It was probably just a minor adjustment. They should have it fixed shortly and we could he returned to normal. Judy and I couldn't say anything. After all, what was there say. They had scrambled us, they would have to just unscramble us. End of discussion. Besides, we were too interested in what our bodies were doing. We watched with interest, as the men worked frantically running the telportation program and making test after test. Finally, the president came over to us and announced that we were going to be sent back one last time. "This time, we've got it right!" Once more we walked, or to be more accurate, hopped through the archway. Our trip was as quick as before, and as we stepped through our legs were both the same length. Only I was three inches shorter than Judy, I had acquired her legs and she mine. We both grabbed our crotches to see what else had been exchanged. We both heaved a sigh of relief, as we realized that we still had our original equipment. In fact, the only thing that had been changed from the last trip, was that our legs matched. We still had one odd arm and breast apiece. By this time the company men were accustomed to seeing us arriving looking strange, so no one said anything as we walked back to the small office to wait. Laying on the desk was a newspaper with a photograph that covered half of the page. It was, of course, a picture of us as we had stepped out of the archway the first time. I had to admit we did look a little odd, to say the least. The accompanying article described all of the events leading up to our return trip, but nothing about the results of that trip and this one. We had just completed reading the story, when we were told that everyone was burned out, and had to get some sleep, they would try again tomorrow. In the mean time we would be staying at the best hotel in San Francisco, no charge. When we arrived at the hotel, someone must have tipped off the newspapers, because there were about a dozen excited reporters waiting for an "exclusive" interview. Naturally we had to give them one, it is one's obligation, isn't it? After the press conference, we took advantage of the hotel's resident minister, and got married. I must admit that I rather enjoyed the confused look on his face, when he reached the part about kissing the bride. Later that night we received a call from the STC Chairperson of the Board, thanking us for the kind words we had said about "TELTRAV", and offering us 150,000 credits for compensation for our troubles. He was a little miffed when I held out for an expensive new ground vehicle too. But sounded pleased when we said we would sign a release form, when this was all over. Although sex was some what of a challenge at first, it was very enjoyable. We had very little trouble falling in an exhausted sleep that night. Being married to Judy was going to be a lot of fun! The next morning as I was reading the newspaper headlines, "MIXED UP COUPIE PLAN ON MARRAGE." and "TBEY'RE GOING THROUGH AGAIN!" and finally "'TELTRAV' IS A GREAT WAY TO TRAVEL!", Judy answered the 'phone in the bedroom. I could just see the viewplate out of the corner of my eye, and caught the speaker's last sentence. "This time, we've got it right". When we arrived back at the archway, everyone was smiling and happy, confident that they had finally fixed the problem. We hoped so, Judy and I were getting tired of all this bouncing around. We barely heard the parting comment of "don't worry, this time we've got it right." We'll see, I thought, as we stepped through one more time. When we arrived we were greeted with cheers. Judy and I carefully checked our bodies over, and broke into huge smiles. They were all in one piece again! The President of the Company came rushing up and shook our hands, saying over and over that "This time we've got it right!, this time we've got it right!". we agreed and thanked him. We felt obligated to stay for the small party that they were having to celebrate their success. After a while, Judy said told the President, that we had to get going, we were going on our honeymoon, and would like to get started. Could we please have the keys to the ground vehicle, and don't forget the money, thank you. I was too tipsy from all the champagne I had drunk to drive, so Judy got behind the controls. As we traveled down the busy expressway, we began a quiet conversation, discussing our plans for the future. We had a minor disagreement when I said that I thought we should have at least four children, Judy felt that was a little too many, even though we had enough money to support a family of 10. We settled the argument with a "let's wait and see", and sealed the deal with a deep kiss. It was a good thing the speedster is on automatic control, I thought uncurling my toes, that was a great kiss! After a few hours of travel, the champagne had caught up with me. I had to go the bathroom right now! I asked Judy to stop at the next rest stop. She gave me one of those "what again?" looks and turned off the expressway. When we got out, I headed directly towards the men's room, intent on relieving my full bladder. I had almost made it through the door when I heard Judy call out: "MARK, THE OTHER ONE!". I sheepishly ducked my head allowing my long red hair to brush against my face, turned and headed through the other door. "Judy", I asked as we eased back out into traffic, "do you think we should have told them?" "No", Judy replied in his rich deep voice, "I don't think so, it just would have upset them even more. Besides, you have to agree, this time we've got it right!" END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /