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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Don't Assume (TG, ff) [1/2]
Date: Tue,  4 Jun 2002 17:10:03 -0400
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Here's my latest.  You know the cliche: man becomes his own fantasy 
girl which is inevitably some bubble head who couldn't out think a 
child. Well, what happens if the transformer   assumes this is going 
to be the case, but turns out to be wrong?

Don't worry. The next Zodiac coin story is on its way. I just got 
tired of seeing this half finished story sitting on my launcher panel 
every time I started up.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BEWARE OF ASSUMPTIONS

Sydney Devereaux woke up, his mouth a pasty mess.  He opened his eyes 
and found himself on his butt inside some kind of clear Plexiglas 
tube.  The tube ran from ceiling to floor and was centered in the 
middle of a metal cube almost thirty feet to a side.  The tube came 
right out of the floor, and, judging by how solid it was when he 
pressed on it, he guessed it was firmly secured, both top and bottom.

He thought to the night before, remembering the celebration he was 
having.  He and a few friends were having a celebratory drink over 
his patent of his new computer chip design.  He remembered being 
approached by a beautiful blonde and having a drink with her but 
nothing more.  Apparently he had been drugged and was now God knew 
where.

He was only forced to wait a few minutes before a panel in one wall 
slid open and a beautiful woman stepped in.  She said, "Good morning, 
mister Devereaux."

He looked at her and said, "I know you.  You're Sadira Palmer, head 
of FemTech."

"Yes, the person you should have sold your chip design to."

"You expected me to give up everything!  You not only wanted to buy 
my chip, you wanted the patent and all the rights to further 
development of the chip.  You expected me to give it all to you, then 
walk away and pretend I had done nothing at all."

"Of course, Mr. Devereaux. For hundreds of years, men have guided the 
dance of technology and industry, and yet, real advancement has only 
occurred within the last half century. The question then becomes why, 
and the answer is simple."

"What would that answer be?"

"Women, Mr. Devereaux. During World War two, women were forced into 
the work place to replace men who'd gone off to war. After the war, 
they weren't willing to just be shunted back into the home. As their 
presence in the workplace increased, so too did the rate of 
technological advancement. If mankind is to survive in a world with 
eight, nine, ten, or even more billion people on it, then women need 
to stop acting like lap dogs and letting men take the credit for 
their advancements. I have created a corporation where women can do 
just that, where they can be free to allow their creative sides to 
advance mankind to the next level. Here, men are relegated to their 
proper positions as subordinate lackeys to their female superiors. 
Soon, I will control the business world, then the rest of the world, 
and when women control the world, mankind will finally be able to 
advance to the stars!"

Sydney was silent, too stunned to speak. Finally, he said, "You... 
are a maniacal zealot."

"Your opinion of me is irrelevant. All I need to know from you is 
whether you stole your designs from some industrious woman, or if you 
happen to be one of those lucky men who dreams up some design and 
actually makes it work."

"Luck?! Luck had nothing to do with it! I worked for years, alone, no 
women, on MY design. It was MY work, no one else's!"

"Clearly you are either lying or deluding yourself. I suspect the 
latter. Most likely, you either saw something a woman doodled, or 
overheard a technical idea being discussed by a couple of women, and 
then your subconscious mind worked out all the detail stuff and made 
it work. It's too late now to find out what woman deserves the proper 
credit for your work, but don't worry. Your work will help humanity."

"I'll never give you my chip design!"

"My dear, once you're finished in this little tube of mine, you will 
gladly give me your chip design."

"What is this thing?"

"It's a transformation tube. It picks up a pattern from within your 
mind, then changes your body to meet the pattern. I'm hoping that one 
day I'll be able to make partial body changes, or to pick up 
something from an external mind and change the body within to meet 
it. For now, the body must be changed into something taken from the 
mind housed within it."

"Why do I suspect that doesn't mean that I'm going to become my idea 
of a super athlete?"

"Well, you could if that was the paradigm that I were to draw from 
your brain. You see, although I can't control the details, I can pull 
a pattern based around a specific idea that I can control. If, for 
example, I used the idea of a super athlete, then, yes, you would 
become your own idea of a super athlete."

"Let me guess. You're not planning ANY kind of athlete?"

"Very good, Mr. Devereaux. You are about to become your own idea of a 
perfect woman." With that, she turned around and headed to the door. 
Although she expected Sydney to start yelling or begging for release, 
she was moderately impressed when he remained silent.

Sydney was forced to wait for about ten more minutes before he was 
blinded by a bright light and passed out.

************

ONE MONTH LATER...

Sadira returned to the transformation chamber, this time escorted by 
her assistant, a beautiful, big chested redhead. As soon as she went 
through close the door, Sadira stopped cold. In the tube, naked and 
asleep on her knees, was possibly the most beautiful woman either 
Sadira or her assistant had ever seen. Her hair was the color of 
sunflowers with a perfect complexion to match it. Her breasts, which 
were about the size of a pair of basketballs, were full and firm and 
inspired lusty thoughts within both Sadira and her assistant.

It took a few seconds for Sadira to collect herself, after which she 
shook her head, ridding herself of any thoughts of admiration or 
desire. "Another huge breasted blond, no doubt blue eyed as well. 
Let's just hope she's got the intelligence to walk and chew bubble 
gum at the same time. Prepare yourself and open the tube."

Sadira's assistant moved to where she could catch the woman who used 
to be Sydney in case she fell, then depressed a button on her remote 
control. The movement had not been necessary, for when the tube 
raised from the ground, it woke up the woman inside. The blond stood 
up, languidly stretched, then, with the most childish voice, said, 
"Hi!"

In a tone as condescending as the new girl's had been childish, as 
though she were talking to a real child, Sadira asked, "Can you tell 
me your name?"

The new girl scrunched up her face in intense concentration. After no 
short time, she said, "Siddy!" with a proud tone and look, as though 
she had just solved some really complex problem.

Sadira turned to her assistant and said, "No big surprise. We've got 
another bubble head blond. You know what to do." Sadira's assistant 
unzipped her skirt and let it fall, showing that she had been wearing 
no underwear. Sadira asked Siddy, "Would you like to do something 
with that?"

Siddy hesitated, acting as though she were a little embarrassed. 
"Could I... kiss it?"

"Is that all you want to do?"

As though she were admitting something a little bad, she looked down 
and said a drawn-out, "Nooooo."

"What else would you like to do?"

"I'd like to... lick it... and maybe suck on it a little. Can I please?"

"May I please?" corrected Sadira.

Siddy giggled and said, "Okay, but me first!" apparently thinking 
that Sadira's correction had been a real question.

Sadira rolled her eyes. "Okay, Siddy,, I'll let you do what you want, 
but first, you have to get on your hands and knees and crawl over to 
her."

Siddy cheerfully said, "Okay!" and did as she had been told, crawling 
over to Sadira's assistant. Then Siddy buried her face in the 
assistant's crotch and voraciously licked and sucked.

After a little while, the assistant came, but Siddy continued licking 
until Sadira said, "That's enough, Siddy."

Siddy regretfully pulled back and whined, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to." To her assistant, Sadira said, "Move on to stage two."

Sadira's assistant pressed another button on her controller. A few 
minutes later, the door slid open and a big, burly, totally naked man 
stepped in. Sadira asked, "Siddy, what would you like to do with this 
man?" Siddy stared at the man for a little while, then just turned to 
Sadira and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't you want to do anything?"

Siddy's face took on a look of overly intense concentration while she 
thought about the question. Finally, she said, "We could play."

"And what kind of games would you like to play?"

"We could play Barbie! Have you got any Barbie dolls?"

"Sorry, no."

Siddy said, "Oh, poo," and pouted just like a little girl.

"Is there anything else you'd like to do with him? Maybe play with 
that?" Sadira asked while pointing at the man's crotch.

Siddy blushed. "That's his boy thing," she whispered as though it 
were something she shouldn't be talking about.

"Yes, do you want to do anything with his boy things?"

"That's gross!" Siddy said in childish disgust.

Sadira nodded to the man in dismissal. After he left, Sadira turned 
to the girl used to be a man and said, "Come along, child."

"Where we going?"

"I and my assistant will be taking you to your room now."

"Are there Barbie dolls there?"

"No, you just have to wait there until I can arrange for someone to 
take care of you."

"How long will that be?"

"About a week."

"Gee, that's a long time. Can I get some Barbie dolls before then?"

"If you're a very good girl."

"Oh, thank you."

"Yes, now come along." Sadira turned and started walking from the 
room. Her assistant walked over to Siddy, took her by hand, and the 
two meekly followed Sadira.

They left the room and went down a large, long hallway, passing by 
many large guard robots and many doors, until they reached one in 
specific. Sadira pressed her hand to a panel on the right of the 
door, and it slid open. Her assistant took Siddy into a small bedroom 
inside. The bedroom was furnished with a bed, a small couch, a 
dresser, and a small desk. The assistant said, "This is your room, 
Siddy."

"All mine?" she asked in wonderment.

"Yes, dear, all yours."

Siddy yelled, "Yay!" and ran over and started jumping on the couch.

The assistant was about to say something to stop her, but Sadira made 
a small noise to get her attention, then nodded her out of the room. 
After the assistant left the room and Sadira locked the door, the two 
walked in silence throughout the complex until they reached Sadira's 
control room. Once there, the assistant asked, "What are you going to 
do with her?"

"I'm not sure. Normally, I'd just do what I have been doing. I'd find 
a lesbian willing to take control of the new woman and turn the 
transformee over. Then the new woman could serve as an assistant or, 
in more extreme cases of intellectual reduction, as an office slut, 
but this one's mental loss is so extreme. It seems just too unkind to 
give her over for sex. Perhaps we can find someone to adopt her."

"It seems an odd mix. That is clearly the body of an adult, a very 
well developed adult at that, and yet her mind is so clearly 
infantile."

"It simply shows that Mr. Devereaux expected his dream lover to be 
someone who would never challenge him mentally. It may even make him 
a closet pedophile, although I think the body would've been a bit 
younger if that were the case."

"Will we be able to get the chip design from her?"

"We'll give her some crayons and paper. Maybe she'll draw it on her 
own. In advanced cases of intellect reduction, direct questioning 
never works."

"Ma'am, aren't you afraid of doing this to a man who wants a smart woman?"

Sadira snorted. "Men are afraid of a woman with brains. You have the 
highest intellect of all my transformees, and even you are only 
slightly above average. However, look at all the problems your old 
male brain saddled you with. You can't say no to sex with anyone, 
male or female. You're practically an exhibitionist; you didn't even 
remember to put your skirt back on. You're also utterly docile. So 
no, I'm not afraid of this mythical man you describe."

Sadira's assistant trembled. "Since just talking about sex is driving 
me to the brink, I can't really argue the point. Ma'am, can we...?"

Sadira stood up, undid her pants, let them drop, and sat back down. 
"Go nuts," she said, opening her legs. The assistance immediately 
went to war in East between Sadira's legs and started licking 
Sadira's cunt with the same voracious determinism that Siddy had 
shown on her own cunt earlier.

************

-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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