From impala@erols.com Sat Apr 05 07:53:18 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!feed1.news.erols.com!news From: "Impala" <impala@erols.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: REPOST BAD TIMMING Date: 5 Apr 1997 12:53:18 GMT Organization: Erol's Internet Services Lines: 1253 Message-ID: <01bc41c0$ee71e860$1d0960cf@impala.erols.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: lxp-as1s29.erols.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_01BC4197.059BE060" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Received-On: 5 Apr 1997 12:53:18 GMT X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1155 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4197.059BE060 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4197.059BE060 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="Badt.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Description: Badt.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="Badt.txt" Subject: NEW TG: Bad Timing (part 1 of 3) Date: 11 Jan 1997 06:54:04 GMT From: jenn470@aol.com (Jenn470) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Bad Timing (part 1 of 3) by Jennifer July 22, 2054 - 11:56 PM The dim light of the computer monitor cast an eerie light across the otherwise dark room. My head turned frequently toward the staircase behind me to make sure that nobody was coming. With my heart pumping at a hundred miles per hour, it was difficult to focus on the task before me. My sweaty hand trembled as I placed the next data cartridge into the laser tape drive. This was the fifth one . . . God I hope this is it I thought. As the machine whirred, the cartridge index appeared on the screen. 1) Last Wi. . . . . . Ahh . . . yes! Here you are. I quickly toggled to the data base launch menu . . . entered the encrypted security password . . . and kept my fingers crossed. The screen flashed Security Password Verified . . . Welcome Mr. Starr . I quickly started scanning the document . . . looking for . . . There we go! Found it! . One word. I just have to change one word I mumbled. There we go . . . done . I hit the save icon and then manually revised the date/time stamp on the file so as not to arouse any suspicion. Come on baby . . . hurry up and save . . . hurry up and save . I ejected the cartridge and placed it back in it s case. As I hurriedly reached to place it back on the shelf, my elbow bumped the edge of a stack of books. Thud!!! God damn it!!! I said under my breath as one of the books fell to the floor. Fuck! Come on now . . . stay calm . . . stay calm . I quickly placed the fallen book back on top of the stack and straightened it out. I turned around to look up the stairs to see if anyone had heard anything. Shit . . . a light! Hello? a voice rang out from upstairs. Is anyone there? There was a long pause and then . . . Call the police Lisa, I think that there s someone downstairs . . . I ll get the gun. Shit! He s coming! I thought. I spun around and turned off the computer. As the stairwell lights turned on, I looked down at my wrist and pressed the glowing amber return button on the remote command unit. The space around me wavered and warped as my body evaporated back into the time space continuum. In a flash, I was gone. I was hoping that my presence went undetected. But there was no way of knowing . . . except to let time take its course. May 8, 2079 - 11:31 PM Again the atmosphere quivered around me. Slowly, my vision cleared as the Alpha Command Research Center began to materialize around me. I slumped to the floor, drained of all my energy. . . my blood racing through my veins from an adrenaline high. You all right soldier?! A voice rang out. Yeah . . . I m fine. Just give me a minute. I replied. I had a bit of a rough ride this time. The image of my commanding officer, Captain Wilcox, came into focus. Well . . . were you successful lieutenant? Were you able to get an ID on the assassin? Did you see who actually shot President Kennedy!? No sir. I replied. I m sorry, but there was no way for me to get into the building without being seen. I didn t want to breach the First Directive sir. I had to abort. Damn it! We ve been so close the past couple of attempts. Shit! He raised his head for a moment and tried to regain his composure. All right Starr . . . good effort . . . we ll get it the next time. Get on over to debriefing. He saluted me, turned and left the room. As he shut the door, I started to chuckle to myself. Ahh . . . if they only knew what I d just done! I thought. Hell, I can hardly believe I went through with it. If anyone ever found out, I d be thrown out of the program and court-martialed for sure. Please stand up sir. Another voice said. Three men in sealed yellow suits hurried over and began to hose me down with a gaseous mixture intended to reestablish my atomic structure. God this stuff fucking stinks. I thought. But certainly a small price to pay to be a millionaire for the rest of my life! A smirk of satisfaction came across my face as I stood there dreaming of all the possibilities. My name is Stephan Starr. And as a secret member of the army s first Time / Research Unit, I d just pulled one hell of a fast one. Not only on my superiors, but on my stinking family as well. Please allow me to explain . . .This all started 5 days ago. The day my father passed away. For most people, the passing of a parent is a pretty traumatic event. But in my case, I was hardly phased. In fact, I was actually kind of excited in a perverse sort of way. You see . . . I was never really close with my father. And since mom had passed away a couple of years ago, my relationship with my dad had only gotten worse. But somehow I managed to put up a pretty convincing front to my true feelings. After all, the only thing I was really concerned about was my inheritance. The old man was worth millions, and with me and my ass kissing brother being the only surviving immediate family members . . . well . . . I d probably never have to work another day in my life. Or at least . . . that s what I thought. May 6, 2079 - 1:01 PM Two days ago on a dreary Wednesday, my brother John and I met in a lawyers office to go over my father Last Will and Testament. Hello Stephan. John said as I entered the room. I should have known that you wouldn t be late for this. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! I shot back in disgust. John said Please spare me. You can drop your act now. Dad s gone and you re probably thrilled to death. All you ve ever given a damn about is yourself . . . and all you ve ever cared about is money! Why you fucking . . . I screamed as I lunged toward him. Gentleman! Please . . . Please! the lawyer barked. There s nothing to be gained by all of this . . . please . . . lets put the differences aside. If not permanently, at least for the next half hour or so. We have business to attend to. We managed to pull ourselves together for the brief task at hand. One day . . . I thought. that ass was going to get his. I swear it! The tension was broken was the sight of the laser cartridge being placed on the desk in front of us. As you both know, this cartridge has been in secure storage at The National Record Keeping Bureau for the past 25 years. It was placed into storage by your father on July 23, 2054. It was tagged as his Last Will and Testament, and was intended to be read by his surviving immediate family upon his death. This cartridge has been certified as both authentic and unaltered by the Bureau. Here is the certificate of authenticity for your examination. He placed a green official looking certificate on his desk in front of us. So . . . if neither of you have any questions, I d like to commence. Let s get on with it. I said. John nodded his head in agreement. The lawyer placed the cartridge in his computer and pressed a few buttons. I noticed him type in the security password g56y7k . . . and in a few moments, his printer began to spit out three hard copies of the Will. As he began to read aloud from the beginning of this 50 plus page document, I could hardly contain myself from looking ahead to get to the part that really mattered. After what seemed like an eternity, we were finally there. The lawyer continued to read . . . As for my monetary possessions. They are to go solely and entirely to my spouse if still living. If not, they are to be given solely and entirely to my oldest son . . . My heart seemed to skip a beat. I did a double take. Wait a minute! This can t be! I yelled. What the hell is going on here?! I m sorry sir . . . I m only reading what s here before me. the lawyer said. He has TWO sons . . . what s this OLDEST shit!! There must be some mistake! I yelled. Please sir. Lets just remain calm until we finish reading the entire document. We can go over the specifics later if you like. Fuck that!! I said. I want to know what the hell kind of farce this is. My eyes looked over at John and glared. You . . . you . . . you did this. Stephan, what are you talking about?! John replied. How could I have done anything. The damn thing s been locked up for twenty some years! Maybe Dad just forgot to update it after you were born or something. A smug look came across his face. Isn t it ironic though how things just seem to work out . . . kind of poetic justice in a way! Don t you think? You fucking son of a bitch! I screamed. The rest was just a blur. The next thing I remember, I was back at my apartment with a bottle of Tequila in my hand. May 7, 2079 - 6:40 AM I awoke early the next morning with one hell of a hang over. I could hardly believe what had happened yesterday. My entire life was ruined, and my brother . . . my fucking brother was laughing his ass off at me. I didn t understand it. Dad had submitted that will before I was born. But yet he had assured me years ago that he had updated it to include us both. Somehow I knew that John had to be involved in this. Perhaps he switched them or . . . I don t know! Fuck . . . all that matters now is that dad s updated Will never made it into The Bureau for storage . . . this outdated version is all that fucking matters now! I buried my head in my pillow, deep in despair. A few moments later, the sound of my alarm clock shook me out of it. I glanced over at the clock. Shit! Gotta get over to the base. I ve got to snap out of this. I ve got a prep briefing for an upcoming mission in a couple of days. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks . . . An idea that was nothing more than brilliant. An idea so good that I broke out laughing . . . hardly able to contain myself. That son of a bitch thinks he can screw me does he . . . well . . . lets see who gets screwed now! I got up, took some aspirin, showered, shaved, put on my uniform and headed off to the base. During the drive there, I put some thought into my new plan. All right Stephan, think man . . . think . Everything needed to be perfect. OK. All I have to do is to change the date, time, and location on my remote command unit to read the night before my dad s first Will was submitted to The Bureau . Since the remote command unit is preprogrammed and is the only piece of equipment responsible for my destination, I should have no problem traveling to a different destination without detection. After all, technology had not yet discovered a way to monitor a persons location as they traveled in time. All I really need to do is to come up with some way that I can reprogram the remote command unit without being noticed and pray that nobody decides to recheck the settings before de-materialization. Time flew by as I agonized over every detail. Before I knew it, I was at the base. The guard (Private Johnson) at the checkpoint religiously walked out to greet my car as he had done time and time again. Good morning Lieutenant. the Private said. Good morning. I replied. May I see your security clearance pass sir? he asked. Sure. Here you go. I flashed him my laminated ID badge clipped to the pocket of my shirt. For what seemed like the millionth time, he leaned over to take a glance. Thank you sir. All clear. He signaled to the other guard inside as the gate began to rise. He saluted me as I began to drive on. Before me was Fort Williams, a small army base located just outside of Virginia Beach. I was headed to the Alpha Four Five Research Center, some 8 levels below the main complex. A research center so secret, that not even the White House knew of its existence. Financed solely through the Defense Department, it was the country s only facility dedicated solely to the exploration of time travel. For the past fifty years or so, the government had been running this experimental program with the hopes of one day realizing their goal. Well, that goal was achieved three years ago. And for the past two years, I ve been one of three Time Walkers who got to ride shotgun on one hell of a crazy ride. Currently our missions were dedicated to researching historical events of the past. But we all knew that it was no more than a front in case the program was ever discovered. The Pentagon sure as hell wasn t going to spend billions of dollars on a historical research program . . . that is unless that program might be able to be used to our advantage in a time of war. But for now, we were just getting our feet wet and earning our stripes . . . studying the effects of time travel and understanding the ramifications of our actions in the past. We had three Directives to abide by. Each with it own dire set of potential consequences if broken. They were as follows: 1) Observe only. Remain inconspicuous and undiscovered. 2) Never alter anything tangible. The time line must remain unbroken and unchanged. 3) When in doubt. Abort the mission. To this date, nobody had ever breached one, and I sure as hell didn t want to be the first. It was a crazy job with a lot of risks, but hey, someone had to do it. I spent the next few hours in a mission briefing. My intended goal was to travel back to 1964 to observe the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Thus finally shedding some light on the remaining mysteries of his death. As the details of the mission were laid out before me, my mind seemed to wander off in another direction. Before the briefing was dismissed, I was informed that the mission was to be moved up one day. I was to report back to the base at 9:00 PM tomorrow evening . . . de-materialization would be at 11:30 PM (it was found through trial and error that time travel was more accurate if executed during the cooler evening temperatures). I was given some additional reading materials and dismissed from the meeting. Get some rest soldier . . . tomorrow is an important day. Captain Wilcox said. Yes sir I responded. See you tomorrow . I drove over to my gym for a light workout and then headed back home. Later that evening I gave my brother a call . . . almost as if to give him one last chance to split things with me . . . but really just to enjoy his attitude one last time before I changed his life forever. As expected, he was an arrogant asshole. If not already, talking to him just further solidified my plan in stone. Nothing was going to change my mind now. May 8, 2079 - 6:45 AM The next day went rather quickly. I left the house at around 7:30AM and spent the entire day running around doing a bunch of errands. It was a good thing that I had a lot of things to do. I was so nervous that it helped take my mind off things. The day flew by as I never returned home, and before I knew it, it was time to get over to the base. I approached the checkpoint and rolled my window down. This time neither of the men came out to my car, in fact, I only saw one. Private Johnson sitting in the window. You can go on through sir he yelled to me from inside. You re not going to check my badge tonight? I replied. Not tonight sir if you don t mind . . . I twisted my knee this afternoon and I m having a hard time getting around right now He said. I saluted as the gate raised before me. That s amazing! I thought. I didn t think that there was anything that could EVER stop him from coming out to my car and checking my ID . . . oh well . . . there s a first time for everything. I thought nothing of it and drove onward. The preparation process was rather simple and before you knew it, it was time to put on the silver suit . This special time travel suit and all of its components were made of some type of experimental nickel alloy. It seemed that it was the only element able to be teleported back through time other than flesh and blood. I took the suit into the changing room and striped off all of my clothes. In a matter of moments I had the suit on and zipped up. My heart pounded as my right hand reached down toward the remote command module on my left wrist. I paused for a moment and then typed in the date of July 22, 2054 - 11:45 PM. As for the location, I entered in the computer generated latitude and longitude of the basement of my parents home in Philadelphia PA. God help me if I was caught. I stepped out of the room and headed over toward the de-materialization point. Numerous technicians filled the room going over safety check lists and monitoring all of the systems. You ready soldier? Captain Wilcox asked. Ready as ever sir. I replied. I put on my helmet and stepped onto the de-materialization platform. As the lights in the room dimmed, clouds of dry ice (intended to lower the air temperature around me) were billowed over me from several pipes located above my head. Various lasers cut through the mist and scanned my body . . . entering every coordinate into the computer. Initiate countdown sequence! the Captain barked. The room lit up like a Christmas tree as a computer generated voice started to countdown. De-materialization in T-minus 10 seconds. Mark. 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . 0 . . . initiate de-materialization. I pressed the glowing green button on my wrist, and instantaneously, the world around began to twist and warp. With a quick flash of light . . . I was gone. May 8, 2079 - 11:31 PM Seconds later, the atmosphere in the room began to quiver once more. I had completed my little plan and was re-materializing back in my own time. I slumped to the floor. Mission Complete. I thought. You all right soldier?! A voice rang out. Yeah . . . I m fine. Just give me a minute. I replied. I had a bit of a rough ride this time. The image of my commanding officer, Captain Wilcox, came into focus. Well . . . were you successful lieutenant? Were you able to get an ID on the assassin? Did you see who actually shot President Kennedy!? No sir. I replied. I m sorry, but there was no way for me to get into the building without being seen. I didn t want to breach the First Directive sir. I had to abort. Damn it! We ve been so close the past couple of attempts. Shit! He raised his head for a moment and tried to regain his composure. All right Starr . . . good effort . . . we ll get it the next time. Get on over to debriefing. He saluted me, turned and left the room. May 9, 2079 - 3:21 PM It was so late when I finally got home that there was nothing I could do to see if my mission had been a success. So, I tried to calm myself down and get some sleep. This should be one hell of a day! I thought. At this very moment . . . I should be a millionaire! I laughed myself to sleep thinking My only regret is that I couldn t have again been in the lawyers office a couple of days ago to see the expression on John s face when the REVISED passage was read! You see, I had just traveled back in time to alter my fathers Last Will and Testament. Albeit the version that was intended to be replaced by my father, but the version that actually made it to the lawyers office after my brother did his meddling. If all went right, two days ago, that stinking lawyer should have quoted the following from my fathers Will . . . As for my monetary possessions. They are to go solely and entirely to my spouse if still living. If not, they are to be given solely and entirely to my YOUNGEST son . . . John would be left out entirely. Everything will have come to me instead! It was simply a stroke of genius. TO BE CONTINUED . . . ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4197.059BE060 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="Badt2.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Description: Badt2.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="Badt2.txt" Subject: NEW TG: Bad Timing (part 2 of 3) Date: 11 Jan 1997 06:54:57 GMT From: jenn470@aol.com (Jenn470) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Bad Timing (part 2 of 3) by Jennifer May 9, 2079 - 10:59 AM I awoke slowly with another monumental headache. Nothing out of the ordinary, it was pretty typical to feel like shit after a mission. But this time for some strange reason, my body felt as though it had been run over by a truck. I stumbled into the bathroom , took a leak, and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt great as it flowed over my face and body. I rubbed my face and eyes in an effort to wake up. Ouch! I said. I had just poked myself in the eye with a nail. I looked down at my fingers. Shit . . . I didn t realize they were getting quite that long. I went back to showering thinking nothing of it. After toweling off, I clipped my nails, dried my hair and brushed my teeth. I turned around to close the shower curtain and was startled by the amount of body hair left on the floor of the shower. I turned on the water and rinsed it out. Now that I was fully revived from my deep sleep, I decided that it was time to give John a call and check out my handiwork. Hmmm, lets see . . . what day is it? Oh yeah. Saturday. I could hardly stand it much longer. The phone rang several times until finally it picked up . . . Hi, you ve reached 587-67 . . . Click. I hung up. Damn it! It figures that the son of a bitch wouldn t be in . . . I ll have to call him later. I said. I was really disappointed. I had to get a hold of him . . . there was just no other way to check things out . . . or was there. Wait a minute. I had a copy of the Will left over from my meeting at the lawyers office the other day. Now where the hell did I put it? After rummaging around a bit, I finally found it wadded up in the trash can under my desk. Well, that s not a good sign. I thought somberly to myself. My heat raced as I began to straighten it out. I turned to the appropriate page and closed my eyes for a moment. OK . . . here we go . . . keep your fingers crossed. I opened my eyes and scanned for the appropriate text. I read aloud. As for my monetary possessions. They are to go solely and entirely to my spouse if still living. If not, they are to be given solely and entirely to my YOUNGEST son . . . I screamed with joy as I threw the papers into the air. I did it! I fucking did it! I yelled. I really can t wait to find John now. I thought. I had so much energy that I didn t know how I d sit still until John got home. I decided that I d head out to the gym and work off some extra steam, come back in a couple of hours and get a hold of him then. I threw some workout clothes together and started to get dressed. When I opened my dresser drawer, I found quite a little surprise. What? . . . where the hell did these come from? I thought as I held up a pair of skimpy black satin panties. How did they get in with my stuff? I wondered. I guess it must have gotten mixed up with my clothes downstairs in the laundry room. I threw it on the dresser top and went back to getting dressed. I slipped on a pair of jockey shorts, sweat pants, tee and sweat shirt and was ready to go. I grabbed my duffel bag and was off. The drive went quickly as I joyfully sang out loud with the radio. I could only daydream of what to do with my millions. Today is one hell of a day! I thought. After parking, I grabbed my things and went inside. There I presented my membership card and drivers license to the beautiful young attendant sitting at the front desk. Good day Mr. . . Starr she said as she gazed at my drivers license. You may want to get this fixed she said as she gave it back to me. Looks like you ve got a typo on your license. Unless of course you re Ms. Stephan Starr! she chuckled. What? I replied as I took the license to see for myself. Well. I guess you re right. I ve never noticed that before. Thank you. I said as I put it back in my wallet. Have a nice day ma am. You too Ms. Starr. She said laughing and giving me a smile. I turned and headed off toward the locker room. After changing, I went out to the nautilus equipment and did some stretching to get ready to do my circuit . The first few machines seemed to be much more difficult than usual for me. I felt like I had a lot of energy, but for some reason, everything was such a labor. After 10 reps on the rowing machine, I was completely out of breath and sweating up a storm. Wow. I thought. I must be more wiped out than I thought from yesterday. I got off and rested a minute before adjusting the seat and sitting down on the butterfly machine. When I sat down, I noticed that the bars were a little higher than usual for me. I always have the seat on the third peg . . . I got off and moved the seat up one more peg. There. That s better. I grumbled. As I began to do my first rep, I strained with all my might to squeeze the two bars together. I released them and sat there bewildered for a moment. What the fuck? I thought. I guess it s just not my day for working out. Screw it. I m just gonna take a shower and get on home. I staggered into the locker room, sat down on the bench and collected myself for a second before stripping and heading into the showers. The cool water felt great over my quivering body. As I washed, I noticed a lot of body hair sticking to my soap bar. This is really weird. I said to myself. I wonder if something happened to me on my last jump . . . I d better get into the base and see the doc sometime this afternoon. I dismissed it and went back to washing my face and hair. Back at my locker, I dried off and began to get dressed. As I was putting on my clothes, my eyes happened to glance over at some guy getting dressed across the room from me. I was surprised that I noticed how well endowed he happened to be. That guy s hung like a horse! I thought. Then I shook my head quickly, as if to snap myself out of it. I finished getting dressed, and headed out past the front desk to go to my car. Have a nice afternoon Ms. Starr. The same girl behind the desk said in a matter of fact way. I just froze for a moment and then continued on my way. I was really looking forward to giving John a call. Reveling in his misfortune would certainly snap me out of this Twilight Zone type day that I d been having. As I drove along the freeway, my mind again wandered off, thinking of ways that I could spend my new fortune. And soon enough, I had completely forgotten about my unsettling morning at the gym. When I arrived at the apartment, I threw my duffel down on the floor and ran over to the phone. Just before I got to the bedroom, I tripped over my sweat pant leg and went tumbling to the floor. Without thinking much about it, I got up, sat on the bed and started dialing the phone. My long nails clicked on the buttons as I dialed. Damn . . . I thought I just clipped these this morning. After a couple of rings he picked up. Hello? John said. Hi John. It s me I replied Hey . . . how are you doing? I was worried about you. I hadn t heard from you in a couple of days. It seemed like you took the news pretty hard. he said. News? I said What news are you talking about John? Come on Steph . . . about being left out of dads Will. Surly you didn t forget! he said. Wait a minute. I got a copy of it here. He didn t leave me out! I said in defiance. Look . . . we went over this Steph . . . the Will said the youngest son. But that does mean . . . youngest son . . . not the youngest in the family. he stated. But . . . what? But I m the youngest son and . . . what s with this Steph stuff anyway?! I demanded. Hey, have you been drinking or something Steph? Are you all right? John asked. I was so furious that I just hung up the phone. I ve got to get over to his house and figure out what the hell happened. I thought. I wanted to get over there as soon as possible, so I stood up, and began to change clothes. I threw my sweat shirt to the floor as I started walking over to the closet. I felt my underwear riding up the crack of my butt, so I reached my hand down the back of my sweatpants to straighten things out. But instead of thick cotton, my hand grasped something else. I ripped my sweats off and looked down. I was wearing panties! Pink silk panties! Holy shit! . . . I started to hyperventilate. I ran over to the dresser on opened the drawer where I kept my underwear. I almost fell to the floor. Instead of Jockey shorts and boxers I saw a drawer full of women s underwear! Oh no! Not this! This can t be happening! I screamed. I ran to the mirror and pulled off my tee shirt. As I looked at myself closely, I could see that indeed my suspected fears appeared to be coming true. Something went wrong on my mission . . . something went terribly wrong . . . and it appears that it somehow has affected my past! I ran to my wallet and pulled out my drivers license. Staring at it for a moment and then reading it aloud . . . Ms. Stephanie Starr. Stephanie?! Oh my God! I dropped it to the floor and began to cry . . . OK . . . OK, I ve got to pull myself together. I thought. Think man, think! Somehow I needed to figure out what had happened and most importantly, what to do about it. I again picked up my drivers license and began to stare at it. Wait a minute. My birthday . . . it s changed too. I was born on April 27, not April 29! What the hell could have happened!? I don t get it. Somehow I must have done something to change my own birthday . . . and in turn . . . change my sex as well! But what . . . what the hell could I have done? Think man . . . OK . . . I jumped back to the evening of July 23, 2054. Lets see . . . today s date is May 9, 2079. I was born on April 27, 2055. That was 24 years and a month ago . . . and the date I jumped to was some 8 or 9 months before that. Wait a minute! Holy shit! 9 months! Oh my god . . . the date that I jumped to . . . somehow how I must have changed something. Something that affected my own conception! Oh my god! What have I done . . . what have I done! Again I buried my head in my hands and began to cry. After a few minutes, I staggered into the bathroom to take another look at what was happening to me. The first thing that struck me was my lack of body hair. In fact, as I rubbed my hand over my chest, the remaining hair seemed to fall out before my eyes! My nipples seemed tender as well. Oh my god . . . I m probably going to start growing tits! I gasped aloud. I then noticed that I was shorter . . . most definitely 5 or 6 inches. It was also pretty obvious that I had lost 20 or 30 pounds as well. My skin seemed a bit softer . . . maybe finer. And my nails . . . my god damn nails just kept fucking growing. They must have been nearly an inch by now. I grabbed my nail clippers and went to work again. Maybe subconsciously I was trying to stave off what was inevitably happening to me. I threw them on the counter top and put my hands to my face in disbelief. Come on now. Think! There s got to be something that you can do . . . just think! And then it came to me. Maybe its not to late . . . maybe it ll still work! I had to get to the base before it was too late. I had to try to sneak into the base and do an unauthorized jump. If I could just jump back just a couple of days . . . I could warn myself . . . tell myself not to try it. Then none of this would have ever happened, and when I jump back to my own time, everything should be back to the way it was. I ll lose my inheritance for sure that way, but shit . . . that s a small price to pay to get my life back again. I ran over to the closet and pulled out my uniform. I ve got to get there fast. Before I change too much. Hopefully I can get past the checkpoint, the rest should be fairly easy. Hurriedly, I put on my uniform. My body had already changed enough that I had a hard time keeping my pants up. I had to roll my sleeves up as well. After all was said and done . . . I still thought I could pass as myself, as long as I hurried. I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door. As the elevator doors opened, I was confronted by Jim Wright . . . an acquaintance of mine from upstairs. He greeted me. Hi Stephan, how s it going? Fine Jim, and you? I said. ( Thank god . . . he called me Stephan! I thought to myself.) Don t you ever get the weekend off? he asked. Well sometimes I do. But today I just need to put in some extra time . . . Uncle Sam can be pretty demanding you know. I said while forcing a fake smile. Finally the door opened on the first floor. Well I ll catch you around Jim . OK . . . take it easy he said. I waved politely and headed out to my car. When I got in, the first thing that I noticed was that I couldn t reach the petals. I m fucking shrinking! I quipped in a panicked tone. Got to hurry . . . got to hurry before it s too late! The drive seemed to take forever. I m not sure, but I felt like I had done some more transforming over the past half-hour or so. I was afraid to look at myself . . . so I turned the rear view mirror away from me out of fear for what I might see. As I approached the base I pulled over to the curb for a moment to pause. I strained to see who was on duty at the checkpoint tonight. Good . . . it looks like Private Murphy. He s usually a little more lax than Johnson. I ve got to pull this off somehow. Thank god it s dark outside. I dimmed the dashboard lights a bit and put on my hat. I swallowed hard and pulled up to the gate. It was obvious that Murphy recognized my car. He opened up the door and stepped outside. Evening sir. He said. Trying to look causal, I rested my face in the palm of my left hand. With my right hand I held out my ID badge. That s OK sir . . . I think I ve seen it a few times before. He said chuckling. He turned and waved to his partner, who in turn, raised the gate. Have a good night sir. Johnson said as he saluted. I gave a quick nod and took off through the gate. Thank God! I di . . . my voice cracked as I tried to speak aloud. My voice . . . what s happened to my voice?! I said in horror while clutching my throat. I ve got to hurry . . . or it ll be to late. I pulled up to the secured parking area and slid my access card into the card reader. Hopefully there shouldn t be anyone around this time of night. I thought. I parked the car, got out and headed to the door. I almost tripped over my pant legs. So I quickly bent over and rolled them up. I was shocked that I had to roll them up at least 8 inches or so. When I stood back up I took note that all of my clothes were equally as baggy. One inside the main door I made a quick right turn toward the officers entrance. I was about 20 feet away from the night watchman at the front desk who raised his head from his newspaper momentarily. I heard his voice from behind me. Evening sir. I raised my hand and gave an abrupt wave of acknowledgment without turning around. I fumbled nervously with my access card and slid it into the slot. A computer voice shot back . . . Card verification accepted. Please place hand on scanner for fingerprint identification. I thought to myself This had better work! The pale blue light made two sweeps over my palm, not unlike a photocopy machine. I was relieved to hear . . . Fingerprint identification positive. Good evening Lieutenant Staar. With that the airlock before me depressurized, released, and swung open. I quickly walk through, and when on the other side, wiped the sweat from my brow with my forearm. Inadvertently, I knocked my hat off my head. As I reached down to pick it up, hair fell in front of my eyes! Jesus Christ! I quipped as reached up to feel my lengthening mane. I picked up my hat and quickly started running down the hall to the elevator. That s when I noticed it . . . the bouncing of my chest. My heat skipped a beat as I stopped in silent horror. I moved my jacket aside and gripped my chest with both hands. The hair stood up on the back of my neck as I firmly squeezed two small breasts under my shirt. Time s running out! I ve got to hurry! Please God, let me make it! I continued running to the elevator and pressed the down button, almost breaking one of my half inch fingernails! Once inside, I pressed level B8, and began my decent eight floor underground. After making my way through several more security points, I finally reached my destination . . . the time lab. I inserted my security card into the scanner. Card verification accepted. The computer said. Please enter 12 digit security access number. I typed it in as quickly as I could. Security access number verification accepted. Please place eye in front of optical scanner for retinal identification. The bright blue light flashed across my left eye. The computer answered Retinal verification not accepted. Please place eye in front of optical scanner for second attempt of retinal identification. Security alert status activated. You have 15 seconds before security is alerted. 15 . . . 14 . . . 13 . . . Oh shit! It s too late! I said in a panic. I placed my other eye in front of the scanner and pressed the start button. Once again the bright blue light tracked across my face until it pierced deep within my eye. I said a silent prayer as the countdown continued. 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . Retinal verification accepted. Security alert canceled. Good evening Lieutenant Staar. I closed my eyes and said my thanks as the heavy steel door swung open. I quickly ran over to the storage room and claimed my silver suit . I undressed nervously. Intentionally trying not to look at my body . . . I couldn t afford any more distractions right now. The fact that one of my eyes didn t scan properly had me freaked out. Our silver suits were genetically encoded with our DNA as a security measure. If the suit didn t get a positive DNA match from me . . . I was finished. The jump would be aborted and security would be all over the place in a matter of seconds. The suit was extremely large on me. I zipped it up and started setting the target date and location on the remote command unit. I set it for my apartment, 3 days ago . . . May 6, 2079 - 8 AM. I knew that my old self was off reading the Will at the lawyers then. That way I knew I could materialize undetected and still have plenty of time to track my old self down and stop him from making the jump back to my parents house. Then since the interference with the past will have never taken place . . . I should transform back into my normal self and be able to use the silver suit to leap back to my own time and continue my life as if nothing had ever happened. There . . . all programmed. I said. I quickly ran around the room activating all of the necessary systems. I bypassed most safety checklists to save time. With all of these systems turned on . . . someone was bound to wonder what the hell was going on down here. I probably had two minutes before security would be down here as a precaution. I quickly ran over to the targeting grid and stood there as a number of lasers began to scan my body. I locked on my helmet and stood motionless in a cloud of dry ice. Flashing lights filled the room. The computer generated voice started to countdown. De-materialization in T-minus 10 seconds. Mark. 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . 0 . . . initiate de- materialization. I pressed the glowing green button on my wrist, and once more , the familiar warping of the world around me began to take place. As I began to de-materialize, I felt a sense of relief. I had made it this far. The hard part was over. Now all I had to do was to find myself in the past and do some fancy talking . . . or so I thought. A few moments later, I could see the walls of my bedroom beginning to come into focus. I was almost there. But as things started to become more and more solid around me, I started to feel strange. Before I had completely materialized, I became dizzy and blacked out . I awoke face down on the floor. At first I had no recollection of where I was . . . until I noticed that I was wearing my helmet. Then it all started to come back. Still sitting on the floor, I propped myself up against my bed to clear my head for a few moments. I released the airlock on my helmet and pulled it off to get some fresh air. As I did, waves of long golden hair fell all around me. I grabbed it and pulled it in front of my face to stare at it. If I had any moment of peace to forget about my predicament, it was surely over now. Wait a minute. I said slowly. My hair wasn t nearly this long just a few minutes ago. What the hell s going on? How long was I blacked out? I quickly looked down at the remote command unit on my wrist to check the status of my arrival and the current time. Oh my God! I gasped. Something went wrong. I didn t materialize at 8:00 AM on May 6 . . . I materialized at 8:00 AM on May 8! It s currently 2:47 PM . . . so I must have been out on the floor for over six hours! I tried to calm myself down. I still had over six hours to find myself and put an end to all of this. I thought hard about what I was doing in the past on this specific day. Let s see . . . I was out all day running around. Shit! I ll never be able to find myself. The only place that I ll have any chance is to head myself off is at the base. The only problem is that I can t remember what time I got there. I think it was some time between 8:30 and 9:00 PM, but I can t be sure. That s OK. I can do this. It s going to work. I said over and over as I tried to reassure my self. First things first. I ve got to get myself cleaned up a bit. I stood up, placed my helmet on the bed, and headed into the bathroom. As I did, hair again fell in my face reminding me that over the past six hours, my body transformation hadn t done much slowing down. My heart pounded heavily as I turned on the light in the bathroom. I didn t want to look at my face first . . . I was afraid. So I decided to take off the suit first. The suit was so big on me that the contour of my body was completely hidden behind it. First I pulled off my gloves. It seemed so strange. The hands I looked at were no longer mine. They were so thin and delicate . . . and with nails at least an inch long. I started to hyperventilate as I reach up to unzip the front of my suit. I decided to do it quickly. Somehow I thought that it might be easier on me. So with my eyes closed, I unzipped it down to my waist and allowed the loose fabric to fall off my shoulders and arms to leave my entire upper torso bare. OK Stephan . . . take a deep breath . . . everything s going to be all right. I open my eyes and reeled back against the wall in a combination of shock and horror. Jesus . . . Nooooo! I shrieked in a high pitched voice. I ve got tits! I reached up and grabbed them. They seemed absolutely huge to me. My tiny hands couldn t even fit around them. I cupped them, allowing their full weight to rest their momentarily. I instinctively raised my head to look at my reflection in the mirror. Oh my God! My voice trembled. I had completely changed. As I looked hard at the face in the mirror, I could still see myself. It s just that my old self was softened. My features slightly changed . . . now so feminine and delicate. Behind the full lips, high cheek bones, dainty nose, and flowing blonde hair . . . it was still me. I again gazed down at my naked torso. My breasts stuck out from my thin, almost bony, body like two balloons. I touched them lightly with my fingers. Then instinctively, I started kneading them in disbelief. They were so solid and firm. The nipples seemed so big, so hard. My eyes traveled downward looking over my impossibly thin waist and smooth stomach. The sight of my silver suit hanging precariously over my broad hips sent another chill through my body. Oh my God. I gasped as I realized what might be there (or not be there) when I took off the rest of my suit. I knew one thing. I should have had one hell of a hard on about now . . . but I felt nothing. I tried to concentrate . . . to see if I could feel my cock. But still nothing. I slowly unzipped the rest of my suit and let it drop to the floor. I was simply speechless. My cock was gone! Nothing left but some sparse blond pubic hair. I spread my legs apart a bit and noticed a familiar looking geometry. It was just that I wasn t used to seeing it on myself! I slowly moved my hand down my flat stomach and in between my legs. My fingers slid into a damp slit. I quickly pulled it back as if I had just touched a hot stovetop. I looked at my wet hand before me. I raised it to my face and inhaled. The smell that greeted me was again familiar. I slowly reached my hand back down to my new vagina and started to explore some more. Before I knew it I was panting in excitement. The feelings were so new . . . so different. I slid to the floor and began to masturbate. With one hand rubbing my tits and the other my clitoris, it wasn t long before I was shuttering with pleasure. As my orgasm subsided, I shook . . . and then began to cry. Please God . . . please. Just let me get my old body back. I prayed. I don t want to be a woman . . . I just want to be myself again. After a few minutes, I got up and showered. As I did, I continued to pray. . . hoping that somehow, God would have mercy on me. TO BE CONTINUED . . . ------=_NextPart_000_01BC4197.059BE060 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="Badt3.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Description: Badt3.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="Badt3.txt" Subject: NEW TG: Bad Timing (part 3 of 3) Date: 11 Jan 1997 06:56:14 GMT From: jenn470@aol.com (Jenn470) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Bad Timing (part 3 of 3) by Jennifer While drying myself off, I tried to make sense of everything. How could I have materialized on the wrong date? I wondered. Perhaps my genetic imprint was off by enough that it caused some type of malfunction. Well, at least I got here . . . that s all that really matters. I was distracted by my own reflection in the mirror. It seemed so strange to see someone else s reflection there . . . moving just as I did. It made it seem even stranger that it was a reflection of the other sex. I again became transfixed by the sight of breasts protruding from my chest. I once more held them in wonderment. Well Stephan. It seems like we ve got a bit of a problem here. I don t think any of my clothes are going to fit this body of mine here. One thing was for sure. I definitely knew that if I didn t make myself look presentable, my old self wouldn t take my new self seriously enough to even give me the time of day. I had to find something to wear besides my old male clothes. I went to my dresser drawer and pulled out an envelope where I usually kept some extra cash. I found slightly over two hundred bucks. Shit! That s not enough . . . and I have absolutely no access to any other money while I look like this. Then it dawned on me. Lisa s stuff! I wonder if I can use that?! My sometimes girlfriend had gone out to dinner with me for my birthday a few weeks ago. She had inadvertently forgotten her clothing and overnight bag when she left in the morning. I ran to the closet and grabbed her things. Hmmm . . . if this dress fits . . . It was a black and white floral party dress that came to about mid-thigh. A little formal, but it ll work. I thought. I laid it on the bed and opened her overnight bag. I gulped hard at the sight of her lingerie inside. I never thought I d see the day that I d ever be putting this stuff on. I said aloud. I picked up a pair of white silk & lace thong panties. Oh great . . . its figures she had to wear a thong that night. I thought in exasperation. It seemed so small . . . like it wouldn t cover anything. But I guess I didn t have much that needed to be covered right now anyway. I found the front and stepped into it. It felt so strange to feel the fabric moving up my smooth legs. I squatted slightly with my legs apart and pulled them up over my hips. I felt it expand tightly over my new form. I turned to look at my rear in the mirror. All that was visible was a small triangle of cloth above my cheeks. From their, the tiny thong disappeared between my full ass to reaper again in the shape of another tiny triangle barely covering my smooth crotch in the front. In fact, my sparse golden pubic hair was visible through the lace floral pattern. The sides arched high above my protruding hips. Oh my G-o-d . . . I gasped. It was a sight I d seen many times before. In fact. It looked exactly like the sight I d seen just a few weeks before . . . on Lisa! It was no different than any other woman s pussy I d ever seen . . . smooth and flat The only problem was that it was now on me! Again I reached into the bag. This time pulling out her lacy matching bra. I looked at the size. It was a 36 C. Fortunately, it hooked in the front . . . so I slipped my arms through the straps and pulled it up over my shoulders. I pulled the fabric down and over my bare breasts. I struggled to get it hooked, but I finally did. It was way too tight. Fuck. That s just great I thought. I tried to loosen the straps and try again, but it was no use . . . it just wasn t going to fit. I discarded it on the bed and hoped that I could wear the dress braless. I next unraveled some black stockings. I curled them up and placed my foot inside. I pulled them up my legs to their stopping point . . . just below my crotch. The cool tight panty hose felt so different, so strange to me. I next unbuttoned the dress and slid it on. At least it seemed to be my size. As I buttoned up the front, the waist contracted to fit snugly to my thin waist. My wide hips and rounded ass filled the fairly tight fitting skirt with a curvaceous silhouette. Fortunately, I was able to button the front over my large breasts. They filled the top of my dress with a shape that would cause any man to stare lustfully. My slightly pointed and up turned nipples made a ghostly imprint in the fabric alluding to what was contained behind it. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. It was almost unfathomable what I saw. As I looked my self over, it became apparent that my hair was going to be a problem. I had absolutely no experience in styling hair like this. Then I had an idea, I had plenty of time . . . so I thought I d let a professional handle this mess. I took a brush to it, found an old rubber band, and pulled it into a pony tail. At least that will hold it for a while. I thought. I went to the closet and slipped on Lisa s black low heels. They pinched my toes tightly. Great, they re to small too . . . I said in exasperation. I guess I have to buy some new shoes as well, but for now, these will have to do. I grabbed my money, threw it in Lisa s purse, and was on my way. As I exited my apartment building, I was acutely aware of the looks that I was getting from people. Its just that as a man, I wasn t used to being checked out by everyone passing by. This is so humiliating I thought. I sure didn t help matters that my braless tits bounced seductively with each and every step that I took. All I wanted to do was to grab them with both hands and restrain them . . . but I quickly came to my senses. I raised my hand and quickly hailed a cab. Once inside I told the driver to take me to the Metro Mall on the outskirts of town. When I arrived . . . all I wanted to do was to get this hair fixed and get the hell out of here. I couldn t stand all of the stares I was getting. Seeing things from the other side, all I could think was . . . My God men are so obvious when they stare! It actually made me sick to my stomach to think that other men were checking me out. What was also strange was that women were checking me out too. How can women take living like this? I wondered. All of the looks made me feel self conscious, almost as if somehow people could really see that I was still a man. I nervously turned and gazed at myself in a storefront window. The sight of my jiggling breasts greeted me to remind me that nobody was going to peg me for a man! Finally, I made it to a Women s shoe store. 9 West . . . that looks like it will do just fine. I was greeted by a young lady about my age. Good afternoon Ms. Is there something that I can help you find today? Well . . . actually yes. I d like to find another pair of shoes similar to what I m wearing. These have gotten a little small for me. I said. She guided me over to a display and showed me several similar styles. Do you have a preference for any? She asked. No not really. I said Why don t you just pick out a couple and I ll try them on to see which ones I like. All right. Give me a minute, I ll be right back. What size do you wear? She asked. That s a good question. I responded. I kicked off my right shoe and looked at the size. These are size 8 . . . so I guess maybe an 8 or 9? Sure . . . I ll bring both. Be right back. She turned and went to the stock room. I sat down on the bench and kicked off my other shoe. God that feels good. I thought. I leaned back and relaxed. Those fucking things were killing me. In a few moments, she returned carrying several boxes. Here we are. She said. I slid to the front of the bench and started to bend down to try on a pair. Here. Let me get those for you. She insisted. She knelt down on the floor in front of me and opened a box. As she leaned forward to slip the shoe on my foot. I noticed that she glanced upward for a moment. What awaited her was a full view of my crotch between my open legs. Oh my God! I thought. I m sitting like a fucking guy! My legs were spread apart at a fairly large angle . . . exposing everything that I had, or didn t have, to the world! I clinched my thighs together in reflex. Oh my God . . . I m so embarrassed. I said to the girl as my face turned bright red. That s OK . . . really. Every once in a while I forget that I m wearing a dress too. Besides, no harm done. I didn t see anything that I haven t seen before. She said nonchalantly. I know . . . but still . . . I m soooo embarrassed. Please forgive me. I said. Oh stop. Don t worry about it. Honest. She said while giving me an innocent smile. After my blushing had faded, I settled on a pair of shoes. I paid for them and decided to wear them out. Thank you ma am. Please come back again. She said as she handed me my receipt. Thank you. Bye now. I said as I walked out of the store. I made my way to the mall directory and found a Hair Saloon with some fancy French name. I didn t need to be picky, so I didn t look for anything else. A short walk and an escalator ride later, and I was there. I walked inside the fancy salon and immediately felt out of place. At first I wanted to just turn around and run away from this, but I came to my senses and decided to stick it out. An obviously feminine man behind the counter greeted me. Hello ms. Is there something I can do to help you? He asked. I explained that I had a date tonight and was interested in making myself look presentable. He looked at the appointment book, smiled and informed me that someone would be freed up shortly and that they would be able to take care of things for me. After about a half hour wait I was starting to get nervous about the time when a beautiful young brunette came to fetch me. After explaining my situation and my tight time schedule again, she suggested that they could also do my makeup and give me a manicure and still get me out of here by 7:00 PM or so. That still gave me an hour and a half to get over to the base. That wouldn t be a problem, so I agreed. I tried to keep assuring myself that this was all necessary and that it would all be over soon. Just hang in there. I told myself. The time flew by quickly. And when all of the different women were done, I was stunned at my appearance. I was simply beautiful. My hair, my face . . . I was a total knockout by both male and female standards. I got up, straightened out my dress and gazed at the total package. Well . . . what do you think? the young lady said. Amazing . . . simply amazing . . . I said slowly while staring in disbelief. Well. That s a pretty unique compliment! she laughed. But I ll take it! I finally broke my gaze and walked up front to pay. Damn. That was expensive! I thought as I forked over almost 120 bucks. I thanked the young woman, gave her a tip, and hurried on my way. After my makeover, I was even more self conscious about how I looked and felt. Again . . . I kept telling myself that this was the only way that I d ever get a chance to talk with my old self. If I looked like some kind of a loser, there was no chance that I d ever come off as convincing. Not too much longer . . . just another few hours like this and everything should be back to normal. Once outside, I hailed another taxi. Good evening lady. The driver said. Hi. I responded. I need to get to the military base out near Route 16 . . . it s just before you get to Port Jensen. Have you been there before? I asked. Never dropped anyone off their before, but I know where it is. He responded. Good . . . I m in a pretty big hurry. If you get me their fast, there s an extra 50 bucks in it for you. OK? Sure Lady. I ll do my best. He said. And with that, we were off. Along the way, he was trying to make some idle chit chat . . . but I was hardly in the mood. I just kept going over and over in my mind what I was going to say. All I knew was that I couldn t frighten him off. I remained deep in thought until I was snapped out of it by a loud noise. B-A-N-G ! What was that?! I yelled. I think we just had a tire blowout. He said shortly as he pulled over to the side of the road. How long is this going to take to fix? I said hysterically. I ve got to be there in 20 minutes! I m sorry lady. There s nothing I can do. I ve got to change it . . . then I ll get you there as soon as possible. We re not going to make it. I said under my breath. I was panicked. I got out of the car. Hey lady? What are you doing? the man yelled over the sound of passing traffic. Hitchhiking. I yelled back. He tried to talk me out of it, but I hardly heard a word he said. After 10 minutes or so, a woman in about her mid-forties pulled over and asked if there was a problem. I told her that we had just had a flat and that I was panicked to make my appointment at the base. Perhaps it was because I sounded sincere . . . or perhaps because I looked like a woman, the lady offered me a ride. Before I jumped in I asked the driver to meet me there anyway. I paid him and told him that I d give him his 50 bucks when he showed to pick me up. He nodded and I quickly turned and jumped into the woman s car. She tried to hurry, but she just wasn t a very aggressive driver. We finally got there. I thanked her and stepped out of the car near a bench that was some 20 feet from the main entry checkpoint. She asked if I d be all right. I told her I d be fine and thanked her again. As she pulled away, I looked down at my watch. It was 8:37 PM. My heart was pounding. I decided to wait a few more minutes to see if my former self pulled up to the entrance at the checkpoint. There I would intercept him and ask if we could talk. Knowing myself, I knew that I would say yes to such an attractive woman. From there, I just had to sell myself and my story. I paced back and forth . . . nothing. It was 8:47. Minutes seemed like hours. I was nervous and scared. What if I missed him? What if I was too late and he s already inside?! I decided that I had to do something. I started walking over to the checkpoint. Private Thompson saw me approach and stepped outside. I m sorry ma am, but this is a restricted area. I understand that. I said. I m here to see Lieutenant Starr. Has he arrived yet? Maybe. Private Johnson said. Maybe? What does that mean? I asked shortly. What is your relation with the lieutenant ma am? Was he expecting you? He said. Look . . . I ve never really met him. It s just extremely important that I talk with him. Please call him and ask him to come out to the gate. I pleaded. Look. I ve got to talk to him. Just let me speak with him on the phone. Please . . . please . . . I ll do ANYTHING . . . please just help me. I was begging. All right ma am. Come inside. Let s see what we can do. He responded. I was too upset and then relieved to have noticed how he was looking at me . . . checking me out. Little did I realize that I had just uttered some words that had spelled my own doom. As I walked inside the checkpoint, Private Smith stood up and checked me out as well. Private Johnson spoke out addressing the other guard. Our little friend here wants to talk with Lieutenant Starr. She said she d do anything if I helped her out. What do you think about that Tom? Any thing? Well it must be pretty important then hunh? he said while smirking. It was then that I realized what the two men we re driving at. Perhaps it was because I was so dressed up . . . perhaps because I was alone . . . but somehow the must have mistaken me for a prostitute. Wait a minute guys! I yelled. What he hell are you two thinking of here?! Just a little trick before we call your boyfriend honey . . . Private Johnson said. It can be pretty lonely sitting out here all night, just Tom and me. A disgusting smirk came to his face. There s no way guys! Just no fucking way! I m not a prostitute . . . I m just here to see Lieutenant Starr. I said angrily. Suit yourself ma am he said. Now why don t you just run along before I call the MP s . . . OK? His words caused my mind to spin. What was I to do? I d had to have them call him. There was no choice. Otherwise, I d be stuck in this chicks body for the rest of my life. I swallowed hard and was sickened by the words that were about to come from my mouth. OK I said softly while looking down at the floor. What did you say young lady? He asked. I said OK. I ll do it. But you ve got to swear that you ll call Lieutenant Starr when we re done. Got a deal? A smile came across both of there faces. You got it babe. Private Johnson said. The next thing I knew was that I was being fondled. I recoiled back out of instinct. What s the matter babe? A little shy? he laughed. I grit my teeth and allowed them to continue. Within a minute, I was on the floor with one of them licking my pussy through my panties. The other pulled open my dress, exposing my large tits. Nice . . . very nice. I heard him say. He fondled them and then bent over to suck them. Even though this whole scene was making me sick. It was impossible to ignore the sensations flowing throughout my body. I was disgusted, but yet turned on. Without even noticing it, my thong was ripped off. The next thing I felt was a cool tongue licking my hot wet vagina. I purred and shuttered in reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the new sensations. My moans of pleasure lasted for only a few seconds as I sensed something near my face. I opened my eyes and gasped just in time to see Private Smith squatting over my face and lowering his cock down into my mouth. Before I could do anything to stop him, he had my arms pinned on the floor behind my head. He drove his cock deep into my throat. I tried to tell him to stop, but the muffled sound of my voice was indistinguishable. It was so big . . . I felt like I was going to choke. In a few moments, my moans of protest turned into groans of pleasure. Concurrently, my pussy felt like it was going to explode from the oral sex that Private Johnson was giving me. He rolled me over and spread my legs apart. I knew what was coming next but was unprepared for the sensation. I shrieked in delight as his throbbing cock filled the new void between my legs. Knelling, he started pumping me back and forth. Again my pleasure was interrupted by a huge cock stuffed back into my mouth. But this time, there was no disgust . . . my body had taken over. I actually WANTED it in my mouth. I sucked it as hard and fast as I could. My long golden hair covering my face as I bobbed my head vigorously back and forth. My large tits swung freely from my opened dress slapping together with every thrust. Within a minute or two I felt Johnson tense up. Before I could orgasm, I felt the warm rush of semen spurting deep within my pussy. Just then, he jerked away suddenly. A car. Someone s coming! Quick, you two stay low . . . below the countertop. I'll take care of this. With that, Smith pulled his dick out of my mouth just as I felt my own orgasm starting to build. We both ducked down below the countertop as Johnson jumped up on the stool so as to be visible from the outside. While on the floor, Smith started fingering my aching pussy. I uncontrollably straddled his face and lowered my dripping crotch down to his mouth. As he ate it, I found his cock right in front of my face. Without thought, I plunged my head down over his shaft and started blow him like a slut. My orgasm was building again. Soon my entire body was on fire. It hit me like a ton of bricks. A encompassing wave unlike anything I d ever felt before swept through my body. In the background, I could hear Private Johnson talking to the vehicle outside. For whatever reason, some of his words snapped me out my state of ecstasy . . . kind of a de-ja-vu experience. Somewhere, I had heard them before. Private Johnson was yelling out the window . . . Not tonight sir if you don t mind . . . I twisted my knee this afternoon and I m having a hard time getting around right now . Chills raced up and down my spine as my mind tried to place the familiar words. Suddenly, I felt Smith's cock tense up in my mouth. Before I could react to either situation, hot liquid was spurting into my mouth. I gagged as he held my head firmly in place. I had no choice but to swallow as much as I could . . . the rest oozed out my mouth around his cock. Then, as I tried to pry myself away from him, everything snapped into focus. My body froze as my mind raced to decipher it all. I REMEMBERED where I had heard those words before. I heard them on THIS very same night a couple of days ago. Only I had heard them from the car that had just pulled away outside! Now I knew why neither Private Johnson nor Private Smith came out to my car that night . . . it was because my future self was too busy fucking them! I d lost my chance. These guys never had any intention of calling him before . . . and they certainly weren't going to call him now. I was just some cheap slut that they had used to their advantage. I had nobody to blame but myself. I was the one who was late, and I was the one who panicked because of it. It was my choice to come in here . . . my choice to have sex with them . . . and my own fault that I blew my only chance to warn myself of my impending doom. It was then, as I sat there dazed with my pussy exposed and cum dripping out of my mouth, that I realized that I had actually made a very important discovery. Time could actually never be changed. It was all interconnected . . . it was just one big loop that played over and over again. It was actually impossible to CHANGE time. We were all just along for the ride. I looked down and cupped my huge tits in my tiny hands. I began to cry as I realized that this was my fate. I was trapped . . . displaced from my own time in a body that should never have been mine in the first place. Done in by my own selfish actions . . . I had paid a dear price. For the rest of my life, I d be trapped in the body of a woman. The End