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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [14/21]
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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                    the Michael Collins' Anthology

   Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually
   explicit nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.

   Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely
   fictional. Any similarities are completely coincidental.
   References to actual places, companies, or organizations are used
   strictly for artistic reference to provide realism. In other
   words, none of this is true.

   Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. You may download this story
   for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone.
   If you think someone else might be interested in this story,
   please forward their request to me.

     -------------------------------------------------------------

Chez Target

   Chip and Becky sat in the back seat and Julie rode shotgun as
   Michael drove to the Target store nearby. They all got some
   pretty strange looks from the customers as the four of them
   entered the store. Michael thought it might have been the
   jumpsuits until he looked down at Chip and then to Becky and
   realized neither of them were wearing any shoes.

   Michael and Julie grabbed two carts as he took Chip to the
   menswear section and Julie escorted Becky to womanswear.

   "Underwear;" he thought out loud. "We need to get you some
   underwear."

   "What is underwear," Chip asked.

   "Underwear is what people wear under their clothes." he said as
   they approached the section. "Which do you prefer, boxers or
   briefs?" holding up a package of both.

   "Which do you prefer?" Chip returned the question back to him.

   "Me, I prefer boxers," he told him. "I don't like to be
   restricted."

   "I don't like to be restricted, either." Chip said.

   Michael was beginning to think he was talking to a broken record.
   "I'm not so sure about that just yet, let's start you off with
   briefs for now. You can always switch later." He set two packages
   of BVD small briefs into the cart.

   "Now we need to get you some socks," Michael said. "Your foot
   looks about the same size as me, I'm guessing size 10?" Chip
   followed him to the next aisle as he picked up two packages of
   crew socks and set them in the basket, too.

   "What are socks?" he inquired.

   With a deep sigh, he explained to Chip that socks were worn over
   one's feet to protect them from shoes.

   "That reminds me," he said out loud. "Shoes!"

   The two androids walked over to the shoe section. Fortunately,
   there was an unused shoe-sizer. "Put your foot in here," he
   instructed as he adjusted the device.

   "9 1/2."

   Chip just stood there as Michael walked down the aisle looking
   for some size 9 1/2 sneakers. He found a pair of white Reebok's
   and brought them back.

   "Here, sit down," he said motioning for Chip to sit next to him.
   Michael got up and reached into the cart to get a package of
   socks, opened it, and handed him a pair. "Put these on," he
   instructed, getting the shoes laced up for him to try on.

   Chip just held the socks in his hands and stared down at his
   feet.

   "You don't know how to put on socks, do you?" Michael asked.

   "No, I'm sorry."

   "You had enough programming to drive yourself 150 miles to my
   house but you don't know how to put on socks?" he said, balking.

   Michael got up and knelt down in front of him, took a sock and
   slid it up over his foot. "Like this," he said. "Now you try."

   Chip took the other sock, and with success, slid it up and over
   his foot.

   Next, Michael finished lacing up the shoes and placed them on
   Chip's feet, and tied them up.

   "Stand up and tell me how those feel," he said.

   About this time, Becky and Julie approached them in the shoe
   section.

   "How's it going?" she asked him.

   "Fine, but Chip didn't know what underwear or socks were" he told
   her.

   Giggling, she replied, "Neither did Becky!"

   Michael set the empty box into the cart and Chip followed him as
   they went to find some pants.

   He picked out several pairs of Levi's 501 30/32's and set them in
   the cart. He also got several gray, small waist sweat pants and
   shorts and set them in, too.

   Next to the pants and jeans were the shirts, and he picked up
   several medium sized short-sleeve and long-sleeved shirts and set
   them in the cart as well.

   Chip followed, as Michael pushed the cart over to the men's
   dressing rooms. He handed Chip a pair of jeans, underwear, and a
   grey T-shirt to go and try on.

   Michael escorted him into the dressing room, placed him in the
   room, and stood outside. About a minute later, Chip opened the
   door.

   "Can you help me?" he said, standing buck-ass naked; his jumpsuit
   at his ankles.

   "Oh, Jesus," he said; quickly entering the room and locking the
   door behind him. "You need to remove your shoes first," he
   instructed as Chip sat down.

   Michael got his shoes off and removed his jumpsuit; Chip was
   wearing nothing but his socks.

   Next, he reached over to open the package of underwear, took out
   a pair, and guided each foot through the hole. "Stand up," he
   said, as he lifted the briefs up his legs.

   "Do you want to adjust yourself?" he asked him, noticing his cock
   was forced down and over his balls.

   "How so?"

   "Your... package." he said.

   Chip just stood there, a look of bewilderment on his face.

   "This!" he said, cupping my cock and balls in my hands through my
   jeans. Still, no reaction from him.

   Michael took a step back, stuck his hand in my pants, and shifted
   my balls and cock. "See?"

   Chip followed, sticking his hand in his shorts, bringing his
   balls up and out.

   "If you don't do that, you might squish your balls while you're
   walking," he told him.

   "What are my balls?" he asked. Michael cupped his basket again
   with his right hand, he looked down at it and said, "These are
   your balls."

   Next, he unfolded the jeans and placed Chip's feet through the
   legs one at a time. He had to turn him around when he got the
   jeans up, just below his butt so he could lift them up. "Jump up
   once or twice," he instructed him. Chip complied, and Michael got
   the jeans up to his waist.

   He buttoned the top button, turned him around, and zipped up the
   front.

   "Excuse me," Chip said. "I need to adjust my balls." Chip reached
   into his jeans and lifted his basket up making it even more
   pronounced.

   "I've created a monster," Michael said softly to myself.

   When he was certain the jeans fit him properly, he turned him
   around and took off all the tags.

   He lightly tossed him the T-shirt which he put on over his head.

   Last, he set him back down, and put his shoes back on and re-tied
   them.

   "Stand up and turn around," he said. Chip complied, and Michael
   closely examined every inch of his body.

   "You're a handsome young man, Chip Carson," he said admiring the
   ensemble.

   Michael faced him into one of the mirrors and stood next to him.

   "What do you think?" he asked him.

   "I am a handsome young man." he replied.

   "What is that?" he asked, pointing at his crotch in the mirror.

   "That, my son, is your basket," he said. Chip looked to the
   mirror to their left which gave them both a profile view and he
   remarked, "Mine is more pronounced than yours."

   Michael was a little embarrassed at what he just said. Trying to
   quickly retort him, the only thing he could say was, "It's not
   the size of your tools, but how well you use them."

   "That was lame," he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

   The two walked outside the dressing room and found a newly
   clothed Becky, with Julie, walking towards them. Becky was
   wearing Jeans and a T-shirt - just like Chip.

   "What do you think?" she asked him.

   "Good job! What do you think about Chip?" he asked, showing him
   off in the aisle.

   "It looks like he has a sock in his pants, otherwise he needs to
   keep his shirt untucked," she said.

   Julie got the items which she had picked out for Becky and placed
   them in their cart. They left her cart off in a secluded aisle as
   they all made their way up to the front of the store. Julie
   pushed the cart up ahead of Chip, Becky, and Michael as he stayed
   in the back to walk with Chip and Becky.

   "Is there anything you two would like to do?" he asked as he
   placed his arms on both of their shoulders while they walked.

   "I would like to learn," Becky said.

   "I think I would like to do the same," Chip chimed in.

   Chuckling, he replied; lightly squeezing their shoulders, "What
   would you like to learn about?"

   "I would like to learn about everything," Chip replied.

   "Yes, from A to Z," Becky added.

   "There'll be time for that I think, we've got as much time as we
   need."

   They androids followed Julie into a check-out line, Julie was
   arguing with the clerk since Becky and Chip were both wearing
   most of the merchandise. The clerk didn't seem to want to take
   just the tags. Little did the clerk know that Julie's a
   formidable litigator.

   "Give me your credit card," she demanded from Mike, after the
   clerk ran everything up.

   "What's the damage?"

   "$281.20," the clerk said.

   "Two hundred," he said exclaiming with a pause. "Here." he leaned
   over and whispered to Julie, "What did you buy, the whole
   department?"

   "I got some stuff for me, too," she said. The clerk handed him
   the slip to sign, which he did begrudgingly.

   Michael carried the bags as they walked out to the car.

   Driving home, Julie and Michael didn't say anything; as they were
   too busy listening to Chip and Becky compare each other's
   experiences that they just had.

   "Michael showed me how to adjust my balls," Chip said to Becky.
   Upon hearing this statement, Julie shot Michael a stern look.
   Embarrassed, he shot her back a wry grin.

   "What are balls?" Becky asked.

   Julie was interested in this response too, since she turned her
   head to the back to look at the two of them.

   "These," Chip said, grasping his crotch.

   "Excuse me," Julie said laughing. "That's not your balls; that's
   your basket. Your balls are underneath your jeans and underwear."

   "Thank you Julie," Chip said genuinely.

   "This is my basket," he repeated, grabbing his crotch to adjust
   it once more.

   "Julie told me I had nice tits and pussy," Becky said gleefully.

   Michael was shocked when he heard this statement; all he could do
   was open his eyes wide, as he looked at Julie in disbelief. She
   did nothing but slouch down in her seat embarrassed.

   "What are tits and pussy?" Chip asked.

   "Here we go," Michael mumbled out loud, glaring at Julie.

   "We'll have time for that later, kids," Julie interjected.

   Michael parked his car, and Chip and Becky walked into the living
   room, standing in front of each other, feeling the other's
   clothes.

   "They need some serious education, Mike," Julie said softly to
   him.

   "I know. I'm compiling some material for them now. I'll transfer
   it to them after I've examined everything."

   "Chip, Becky, why don't the two of you follow me upstairs and let
   me show you your rooms," Julie said.

   he and Julie only had a three-bedroom house. One of their
   upstairs bedrooms was turned into a den/ library. The other was
   the guest-bedroom. It had a bunk-bed in it. He hoped the kids
   didn't mind cohabiting.

   Julie showed them to the room; it was medium sized, about 11x16,
   with two dressers and a desk in the corner.

   Becky and Chip walked into the center of the room. Looking
   around, Chip said, "This will be sufficient."

   "I have a lot of work to do with him," Michael whispered into
   Julie's ear.

   "Well, we'll let you two get situated." Julie said. "We'll be
   downstairs when you're done."

   She and Michael walked back downstairs. He wanted to catch CNNfn
   to see how the stock market was performing today while Julie went
   into the kitchen to fix something to eat. After heating up a
   microwave dinner, she joined him in the living room.

   They were chatting a little more about why she had quit her job
   earlier that day; and he had to admit, he couldn't blame her.
   Someone of her skill level and expertise would just be wasted as
   a simple technical support person. The whole situation almost
   made him want to call up BellSouth and cancel every service they
   had with them.

   "What are you going to do with them," Julie said during one of
   the commercials.

   "I'm not sure. I've never been a parent before; I wouldn't know
   where to begin!"

   "I know what you mean," she added. "Their bodies are mature, but
   their minds are that of a 3 year old. I'm going to go and check
   on them."

   Several minutes later, Becky walked downstairs with Chip and
   Becky.

   "Hey, how's it going?" Michael asked the three of them as they
   entered the room.

   "Go ahead and have a seat on the couch," she said quietly to them
   as she sat down next to me.

   "So what were they doing?" he asked her.

   "Nothing," she said. "Not a thing; they were just standing in the
   middle of the room where we left them."

   "Chip, Becky," he asked, leaning forward in my chair, "Is there
   anything you two would like to do?"

   "We would like to learn," they said together.

   Michael got up, and paced the floor of the living room a couple
   of times.

   "Come on downstairs," he instructed to everybody.

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