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   This is a repost of the original story I posted originally over a 
year ago, I think.  There might be more chapters coming up this time.  
I'm not sure.  :)

   Standard disclaimers and warnings apply.  Don't come whinin' to me if 
you don't like it.  :)


                 The Happy Hacking Wizard's Guild, part 1:
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   Robert Park wasn't your average net geek.   He actually did have a
life outside the virtual realm, the so called 'real world' where real people
did real things and earned real money, so his dad would say.

   Not that you couldn't make a living helping to create and maintain
virtual communities, goodness knows.   Entertainment and computer companies
paid handsomely for anyone adept at programming and designing newer and 
more exciting virtual contsructs.   You could get away with anything.   It
made amusement parks look like a Sunday picnic.

   Not that Rob was any sort of programmer.   He just had a good 
imagination.  He learned three dimensional arts in college, as well as 
classic film production.  That and his natural talent made him rather 
respected in the virtual entertainment industry, not to mention paid for 
all his toys.

   But today he was bored, and he wasn't in the mood to design yet another 
simulator, or a game, or build another city.   He felt like shooting pool
with his friend Chris.   He called him up on the phone.   Instead of a live
image he got a recorded video of his friend, smiling as always.

   "Hi there kids!   I can't come to the phone right now, obviously.  But if
you leave your name and address and a message I'll get back to you just as 
soon as I want to.   Beep!"

   Rob never did congregate with so called normal people.

   "Chris!  Get your butt down here so we can shoot some pool at the 
Space Bar!  See ya."

   Well, no telling when he'd get down here, so he figured he might as well
kill the time in VR.   After all trendy people never read books when they 
can live out the adventure, and he didn't want to be thought of as uncool,
right?  Right.

   He went down into his basement.  'The dungeon' as he liked to call it.
That's where he kept most of his computing and VR equipment, most notably
the sensory deprivation chamber and neural interface.   His was state of the
art.  The only way to fly.   The proceedure for jacking yourself into any
one of the nets was more complex than prepping up for ocean diving, or a
space walk, and he would know, he'd done both.   Here, you had to get 
into a special suit, which plugged every body cavity and felt like a 
torture device.  Of course you didn't feel a thing once you climbed into 
the chamber and closed the hatch.   You'd lose all sensation as the 
neural interface fell over your head, and you woke up suddenly in a brand 
new world.  

   It was all old hat for Rob, though.   He'd done this millions of times.
You have to when your job is making sure a new virtual building is 
aestetically pleasing, or making sure any simulator is running right.   
Here he was, twenty four years old and already sitting pretty making things
that don't exist, except as huge data constructs in a mainframe somewhere.
All he had to do was make sure his imagery was hip and now.   Appeal
to the masses and watch the dough come rolling in.  He was set!
   
   He woke up in his virtual home, as always.   Everyone had a default
place to be, especially when you were disconnected.   For him, it was 
his bed.   He got up, still fully clothed.   Oh well, he didn't come
for realism anyway.   He decided to pull out his little teleporter and 
parouse the menu of destinations.   One name cought his eye; 'The Grand
Dragon's Tavern'.   Sounded like a place to see.   He pressed the button
and instantly he was zapped there.

   As virtual bars go, The Grand Dragon's Tavern was not exceptional.  
Most of them try to outdo the others by adding something different.  
This one was staffed by actual dragons.   Not a very original concept, to 
say the least.  Still, the drink there was good.   Of course they could 
always cheat and hack the sensory code so that anyone who drank their 
swill would taste the best thing since sex.   Such is life in the virtual 
city.

   He sat there for a while, deciding to people watch.  Well, to be more 
accurate, creature watch.   In a place where you could literally be whatever
you wanted, people wasted no time in creating new identites for themselves.
Some were pleasant, some comical and others downright creepy.   Though most
were human or superhuman, those were usually the boring ones.   You always
got some Hollywood monster and mythical Greek critters were always a standby.

   He had a thing for wolves.

   People who played their alternate selves as wolves, be they werewolves,
or just anthropomorphic, or even a cartoon wolf, were just downright cool.
There was some inate elitism about them.  As if they knew they were better
than anyone around them.   He never created his virtual persona as lupine
though.   Having to do your work in VR usually meant remaining strictly
homo sapians.   Quite a bummer.   Still, it was the easiest thing.   Some
people would go so far as to emulate nervous and endocrine systems for their
virtual bodies.   You could actually feel what it was like; really like.  
The computer would be as accurate as you wanted it to be.  That was out of
his league however.   To program things like that meant intimate knowledge
of both computers and people.   He wasn't about to go to school again, much
less medical school.

   Alas there were no wolves in this bar today.   He was about to leave 
when a drop dead gorgeous dark haired coyote woman sauntered into the bar.
Not a wolf, but by golly she'll do.  He smiled at her and she smiled back.
He offered her a drink and she sat by him.

   "You're Rob Park aren't you?   I read about you in Time."

   Rob smiled.   "Well all I do is help design simulators.   What's your
name?"

   The coyote woman smiled as her tail swayed slowly back and forth.
"Crystal."

   "Well Crystal it's a pleasure to meet you!" he winked.

   Now Rob never did take a virtual encounter seriously, unless he knew 
exactly who it was he was interacting with.   Crystal was no exception.   He
had no idea who she really was.  Still, what's the worse that could happen?
After all there's no such thing as death in virtual reality, so nothing
was really a threat, even a harmless flirtation with a coyote woman.

   They talked for a while and got to know each other a little more.  Rob
found out Crystal was thirty-five years old, and had been known online as
Crystal for fifteen years.   That would put her ten years before the first
fully interactive networks, back in the days of the old internet.   She was
definately an old fogie, or at least her player was.  For thirty-five, 
Crystal looked more like his own age, more or less --she's a coyote after 
all--.  Still, Rob got the feeling Crystal was hiding something.   That 
was usually the case.   The weirder someone was virtually, the more that 
usually indicated they were hiding.  Not that they really had something 
to hide, but more often than not preferred to remain anonymous player 
wise.   Crystal left the Grand Dragon's Tavern the same way she came in, 
a stranger.  Such is life in the virtual city.
   
   He decided to wander himself.  The dragon bar was starting to bore him.
Outside the bar he popped open a virtual window to call Chris again.  He 
wasn't home so he left another message and closed the window.  He checked
his surroundings.   It seemed to be a rather chaotic part of town, with
lots of mismatched architecture and styles.  What else was new?   Glancing
upward he saw someone skywriting in an old biplane.   He couldn't make
it out since it was upside down.   Usually they're adverts though this one
looked like just a bunch of letters.  Curious, he thought.   But not enough
to sustain his interest.
  
   He eventually found himself in an apparently abandoned old hotel.  There
weren't very many people in this part of town.   He figured he must be
in a European database, where it was nighttime, and so most everyone would
be asleep.   He decided to explore.

   The hotel lobby was deserted.   It didn't look like anyone had ever been
there, though it looked old enough.   The fountains in the lobby were still
running though that didn't mean anything.   Someone just left the program
running.   He wandered past the lobby into a hallway.   There was nothing
very special here, save for a row of elevators.   Picking one, he pushed for
'up' and waited for a car.   It was very quiet.  In fact nothing in this
building seemed to make much noise.   Why was it here?   He took the 
elevator to the top floor.  Might as well explore from the top down while
waiting for Chris to arrive.   It didn't take very long for the elevator
to reach its destination and drop him off onto yet another hallway.

   He wandered down the dim hallway.   It was very mysterious.  Row after
row of closed doors.  The hallway seemed endless.  Indeed in VR such a
hallway could go on for miles and miles, perhaps even closing in on itself
to become an infinitely long hallway.   He tried a few of the doors but they
were all locked.   He listened for a while; the hallway was silent save for
a very distant moaning.  He couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from.
That was very strange.  But, what did he have to lose?

   He kept going forward, trying a door occasionally to see if one would 
open.  He decided to conjur a light to illuminate each door as he passed 
it to read whatever was on it.   He passed by this one door that was 
different from the rest.   The name on the plaque on the door read 
'Missy' but there was nothing else he could find that was special.   He 
tried the door, and it opened.   
  
   "Hello?  Anybody home?"

   There was no answer.   He opened the door all the way, and it creaked
as he did so.   There wasn't much light inside.   It was a small art deco
apartment, with the glaring exception of not having any windows.  One small
lamp was on.   He wandered in farther to investigate further.  This was
really strange.   Usually you could tell who built what in VR since everyone
was so proud of what they constructed, but here it was as if the hotel and 
this room were made by no one, or made themselves.   It's possible these 
rooms were built, never finished and then forgotten.   As he looked around 
he saw that the doors to the other rooms were labeled.  One was marked 
'Missy's Kitchen', and the another was marked 'Balcony'.  He decided to 
enter the door marked 'Bedroom'.  Who knows?   There might be a long 
forgotten character in there, or even a player, though they'd probably be 
as in the dark as he was right now, so to speak.
   
   He opened the bedroom door and crept in.  It was even darker than the
living room, save for a single bright light cast over a very large bed with 
satin sheets.   The light came from apparently nowhere, as over the bed 
was a large mirror.   Peering at the bed he saw a note left right in the 
center.  He couldn't read it from where he was so he crept closer and 
closer until he was at the bed's edge.   He could see that it was folded 
in half, and had 'Read Me' written on its outside.

   Well, curiousity got the best of him, and after all, no guts, no glory.
He climbed onto the bed and to the center where the note was.  He picked
it up and unfolded it, and read what it said.

   CONGRATULATIONS!   YOU ARE THE LUCKY RECIPIANT OF OUR LATEST GREATEST
CURSE!   BY OPENING THIS NOTE LIKE YOU JUST DID, A NEAT SPELL WAS JUST CAST
OVER YOU.   WE THINK YOU'LL JUST LOVE IT!   HAVE FUN AND BE HAPPY.  WE
-KNOW- YOU WILL BE.   SIGNED: THE HAPPY HACKING WIZARDS GUILD.

   He crumpled up the note and threw it accross the room.   What kind of 
'spell' were they talking about anyway?  And who was the Happy Hacking
Wizards Guild?   They must be a new group since he didn't recall ever 
seeing them listed anywhere before on the nets.   He wasn't one for that 
sword and sorcery stuff anyway so figured he might as well quit now.   He 
willed his session to terminate and bring him back to an RL conscious 
state...

   But nothing happened.

   He panicked.   He tried again, this time invoking the menu and selecting
'QUIT' manually...

   But nothing happened.

   "Oh shit," he muttered to himself.  He got up to run for the door, and
to search for someone who could help him.  Maybe if he...

   But he didn't get up.  In fact he couldn't move his arms or legs!  He 
was stuck in a sitting position on that bed!  He was still able to look 
around, thankfully, but the rest of the room was pretty dark.  He 
couldn't see much.

   Suddenly he felt a tightness in his chest.  It was exploding!  No 
wait, it was growing out?   This didn't make sense.   Suddenly there was 
a magical 'poof!' accentuated by a puff of purple and pink smoke, that 
smelled very perfumy.   She looked down at herself.  That's what had 
happened.   Something made her breasts grow larger.  She tossed her long 
blonde hair back to get it out of her eyes.   Who the heck was doing this 
to....

   Her???   Wait a minute.   He was a he, not a she.   Someone was starting
play with his mind as well as his body.   Not only could she not move 
her arms and legs, but now she was turning into a drop dead gorgeous 
buxom blonde haired bombshell.   Or at least she always liked to think of 
herself that way.

   She shook her head at that last thought.   "Uuugh, stop that!"   But
that made it even worse.   She could hear her sexy perky voice that went
along with her sexy perky body.   She felt brand new, and just a little
playful.  Ugh!  Who was doing this to him, or her... whatever!

   She looked up at the overhead mirror.   Ghods!  What a gorgeous babe
she was!   She smiled and winked to herself.   That part of her mind that
was still male was getting turned on.   She wondered if...

   She didn't wonder long.   Her hands started moving on their own accord.
She tried to stop herself but it was no use.   It was like someone or 
something else had control of them.   Her legs too, it seemed.   She sat 
up, her legs partially spread apart.  Her hands slowly ran accross her 
body, feeling every feminine curve.   She was getting excited.

   She panicked again though, as her hands wandered over her new body.  Who
the heck was doing this???   She tried to stop herself.   She tried very 
hard to make her arms do what she wanted to, but all they did was start 
to take her clothes off.   Clothes that didn't fit now because they 
weren't tailored for drop dead gorgeous buxom blonde haired bombshells.

   It was very seductive, the way her hands removed her clothing, a piece at
a time.  Her legs her very obliging.  Whatever controlled her arms also
controlled her legs too.   Her hips seemed to be a grey area though.   She
could move her hips unless she was being overridden by her legs.   What a 
silly thought.   She can't move unless her legs say so!

   Wait just a moment though!   She tried to focus on what was happening to
her.  Someone locked her into VR and is playing with her!   She had to find
a way out.

   Try as she might, she just couldn't move by her own will.  Not much 
anyway.  She could speak and turn her head and move her torso some but 
without her arms and legs she was going nowhere.   She felt herself get 
up partially to remove what was left of her clothing.  She sat there 
completely naked now.  She was going to look up at the mirror to see her 
new naked self but that turned out to be unneccesary, her arms and legs 
moved to make her lie down on the soft bed.

   She finnally was able to get a good look at herself.   She was indeed a 
drop dead gorgeous buxom blonde haired bombshell.   If it wasn't herself
that she was looking at she might be even more turned on.

   It appeared though she was going to be more turned on, however.   Her 
hands started wandering over her breasts.  She couldn't help herself.   
The 'spell' that was cast over her wasn't going to let go of her until it 
was finished.  Her legs relaxed in a spread out position, exposing her 
newly accquired anatomy.  She willed for her legs to close and her hands 
to stop but to no avail.  Inside her mind there was a struggle.   A 
struggle to try and stop what she was doing to herself, or rather what 
someone was making her do to herself, or to just relax and let it 
happen.   Her mind was wandering between he and she.   Something the so 
called spell was doing she figured.  She had to admit, she'd always been 
curious what it was like for a female to orgasm.  He'd never tried it 
because of the stories he heard about how it changed some men, but now it 
seemed like she was going to know weather he wanted to or not.  Someone 
was playing a game with him, or her, or whatever.

   Her hands gently caressed her breasts, and eventually her fingers 
danced over her nipples.   Her hands somehow knew exactly how to get her 
worked up and now that's exactly what she was doing to herself, and she had
no control!  Her fingers squeezed and caressed her hardening nipples.  
She let out a gasp and sat up, arching her back in the process.   Well, 
at least she had a little control over her hips.  They moved by her own 
reaction to such a deliciously pleasurable sensation.   Never had she 
thought it would be like this.   It felt so good, to feel her own hands 
on her own body, playing with her nipples as if her hands were not her 
own but that of lover; a lover who knew every intimate detail about what 
drove her to the edge of ecstacy.  For a moment she did not fight it, 
but just allowed the wonderful sensations to ride through her, mind body 
and soul.

   She could feel herself becomming more warm and wet between her legs.   
This was new to her too.   Being a guy in real life didn't prepare her for 
any of this, and it was all she could do to look around her briefly to see 
who might be doing this to her, or even how.   She glanced upward to see 
herself in the ceiling mirror.   There was a drop dead gorgeous buxom blonde
haired bombshell, naked and sprawled out on a giant bed, with her hands
fondling her breasts.   Hearing herself moan and feeling herself contort
with pleasure, it turned what was still male within her completely on.   She
gazed heavily at her own image for a long while, and in that moment 
forgot it was someone or something else that was making her play with 
herself, when she felt one of her hands creeping downward to between her 
legs.

   "Ugh... oh, god!  What..."

   It was all she could utter between the moanings.   Part of her came back
to her senses, that someone had 'cast a spell' on her to make her 
masterbate, and she tried to pull her hand back.  It was no use.  
Whatever had control of her new virtual body was calling the shots now, 
and was apparantly determined that she know what it's like to come as a 
female.  As her fingers gently massaged her mound her hips started to 
sway and she moaned deeper.  Slowly she started to finger herself; her 
fingers greeted by her warm and slick wet sex.  She started to pant.   
Whatever this damn thing was that was making her do this made sure she 
had just enough control to be able to react naturally, damn whatever it was.

   And reacting she was!  Her right hand still playing with her nipples, her
left hand's fingers pushed in and out of her sex.  She started to spasm, and
writhed completely out of control.   That was the whole idea perhaps.   She
was out of control.   Her arms and legs were out of her control, and 
were made to throw the rest of her out of control.   Faster her hands 
went, and more intense came the waves of pleasure.   Finnally she 
couldn't take anymore.  Those waves of pleasure came crashing down now.   
Her fingers rubbed inside her so masterfully they kept her on a sexual 
high forever, or that's how it seemed to her.  Her mind was focused on 
nothing but her own orgasm.   She howled and screamed, writhing in her 
induced feelings.  As her fingers pushed deeper and then out pulled out 
again, and again she kept screaming for more.  She buckled and twisted, 
her own hands loving her into a climactic frenzy.  Her legs finnally threw 
themselves upward and outward as all at once it reached a creshendo of 
intense pleasure, she wondered if she wouldn't pass out from such an 
overload.   It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.  Her legs 
remained relaxed and open for a while after she came, as did her hands 
remained softly rubbing her breasts and her sex before she felt another sort
of release.   Whatever took control of her arms and legs was gone now.   It
had made her come, and made her come like she had never come before.

   It took her a while to regain her composure.   She stood back up and
stumbled around.   She was a mess alright, but what a wonderful mess it was!
Part of her was savoring the episode she had just had.   But wait a minute.
How could she... no wait, how could -he- feel that way?   Someone had made
him turn into a she and then forced masterbation.   And he was loving it?
He felt his body.  It was still female.  He panicked, and tried to search
the room for something.  Anything that might help him, or her, or 
whatever!  Suddenly there was knock on the door.   He looked down.  Damn, 
he was still a drop dead gorgeous buxom blonde haired bombshell, and 
naked to boot!  He didn't know what to do.   Why can't they just go away?

   "Ahem.  Who is it??," he sang in his new girlish voice.   It made him wince.

   "It's the plumber.  I've come to fix the sink!"

   It was his friend Chris' voice.  Thank god!

   "Oh it's you.   Yeah, come in!"

   He quickly grabbed a sheet from the bed to cover his female body, and 
then opened the door.   Chris strolled in, smirking as he gazed at his 
friend's predicament.

   "Hey you look cute, Rob."

   "Hey shut up!  Uh, hey wait a minute!  How the hell do you know it's 
me anyway?"

   Chris grinned.   "'Cause you're a player, genius!   I came down to 
see you and saw you already in your chamber.   The polygraph was going 
crazy so I figured I might as well log in and see what the hell you were 
doing.  Uh, honestly Rob, I didn't know you had these kinds of feelings."

   Rob frowned at Chris.   "It's not like that!   Someone or something's 
making this happen.  It's not me!   Someone's trying to fuck with my mind,"
he sighed.

   "Doesn't seem to be all they wanna fuck."

   "Would you get serious for a minute??  I can't seem to log out either!"

   "What?  Oh now that -is- serious."
  
   Rob nodded furiously.   "Can you log out and pull me out of my 
chamber?   I don't wanna end up in VR permanently... and as a girl as that!"

   Chris nodded.  "Ok, fine.  I'll get you out.  Uh, just one more thing
though."

   "What's that?"

   Chris smirked.  "Could I see that body naked before I leave?"

   Rob snapped.  "Would you just get me out of here you pervert?!?!?"

   Chris just laughed as he faded into bits, reentering the real world.


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