Message-ID: <1557eli$9706202014@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: REPOST TG: Miss-placed (10/10) by Stephanie TG: Miss-placed (10/10) So here it is, the final part of Miss-placed. I hope you like it, I've been writing this one since November and I don't know why, but I found certain bits of it a real struggle. I think I'm finally getting back on schedule and I should be releasing stuff on a more regular basis. My next two stories aren't listed on my website. First comes a new DNA story. This is a more light-hearted story set some years after the main DNA sequence and with none of the characters from DNA I and II. I'm still getting DNA III ready to go and it'll be the third project after the new DNA story and 'It's hard to be a man'. What's that story? Well, you'll have to wait and see. It'll be more of a character driven story and less of a plot driven one. At least, that's the idea. My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. This story is copyright 1997 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Miss-placed Part Ten by Stephanie Julian walked into his bedroom and dropped the packages on the bed. He hadn't opened them, but he knew exactly what they contained. He decided to go and get a drink before he opened them. He headed downstairs and through to the large fitted kitchen. Julian still had difficulty in accepting that this huge house was all his. Sylvia had been right, the company had settled out of court for a very generous sum rather than face a public legal fight. Gareth hadn't proved so lucky and got a severe fine and probation for hacking. The release forms all the guests had signed made it difficult to prosecute Gareth for what he had done in the theme park, but that was fine by Julian. He just wanted to bury the whole event and forget about it. Tony had immediately set off for a cruise ship in the Mediterranean, while Julian had bought a large house in a good neighbourhood. Tony had tried to convince Julian to go with him to Europe, but Julian had vowed never to go on vacation with him again. The money had been good enough for them to effectively retire. Julian had initially enjoyed the freedom, but his mind kept returning to one thing. A day didn't pass without him thinking about what had happened to him back in Dodge City. Often, he'd catch himself daydreaming about making love to Martin. He would be disturbed and turned-on by the thoughts at the same time. He didn't understand his new feelings. Julian knew he wasn't gay and he was still attracted to women, but he always ended up thinking back to when Martin had made love to him in that half-finished fake temple. It had felt very good at the time, but he was a man and he had to forget it and move on. His dreams, that he could remember, more often than not involved his time in the female android body. The pattern they usually followed had the bald gunslinger tracking him down. Then, just before his capture, he would be rescued by Martin who would easily defeat the gunslinger. Then Julian would fall into Martin's arms and they would make passionate love. He finally decided that if he could find some sort of release valve for his feelings then he'd be able to push them back to the point where he wasn't thinking about it every moment of the day. It was as he was watching an advert on the holovid one day that he finally realized what that safety valve could be. The product the advert was selling was irrelevant. Julian was looking at the clothes the woman was wearing. The idea did excite him, maybe it could help him work off the tension. Julian went on-line and into one of many clothing sites. He went into the section dealing with women's clothing. He was glad he could do this on-line. He would never have got the nerve to walk into a shop and do this. He selected several sets of lingerie, making sure to pick up several corsets along the way. He had remembered the corset he had worn back in Dodge City and his penis had swelled. Next he moved onto dresses. He went for several of the long flowing type. Just to be different, he picked up a few short skirts and blouses. He had been so embarrassed over what he was doing that he had almost cancelled the order on the spot. Now, one day later, the packages had arrived. He pulled a beer from the fridge and opened it. As he headed back upstairs he wondered what Martin was doing. Julian shook the thought off in irritation. Why couldn't he get Martin out of his mind? If they met today, Martin would probably try to kill him over what had happened. Julian knew that if he had been in Martin's place he would have felt very angry and betrayed. At least, he would have before his vacation to Dodge City. Now, he just didn't know anymore. Back in his bedroom, he ripped open the packages and laid out the clothes on his bed. He found the idea of wearing them to be rather exciting. He quickly stripped and selected which clothes to wear first. First on was a pair of silken panties. They fit very snugly and the slippery fabric felt good against his skin. His erection poked out of the top of them. Next came the bra, which he struggled into. An image flashed into his mind of the time when he had actually needed a bra. When he had looked down to see the two globes of flesh resting on his chest. He trotted to the bathroom and carefully padded the bra with cotton wool. He pulled on the corset and spent the next ten minutes struggling to get it done up. It wasn't that comfortable, but the sensation reminded him of his time in Dodge City. Julian pulled on one of the long flowing dresses. He avoided looking in the mirror as he knew he didn't look that convincing. He was going to have to buy a wig and some jewellery. His heart was racing at what he was doing, even though he knew no-one was around to see him. The dress was much lighter than the one he had worn when stuck in a female body, but it was enough to bring the memories flooding back. Julian remembered riding on the back of Martin's horse, hanging onto his muscled body for dear life. Then his mind flicked forward to the two of them alone in the half-finished temple. When Martin had held and caressed him. Julian reached down and lifted up his dress so he could reach his penis. By now he was fully aroused and his panties were straining from his erection. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He slowly stroked his cock while imagining that it was Martin's hand doing it. Julian laid back and began masturbating in earnest. One hand went to his chest and he fondled himself, imagining that he had breasts again. In his mind he could feel Martin covering and then entering him. The totally unfamiliar feeling of being penetrated. It was so different, yet so good. "Martin!" He cried out and climaxed. When he recovered, Julian quickly cleaned up the mess and stripped out of his female clothes. He was quite disgusted over what he had just done. He couldn't carry on like this. He had to get Martin out of his mind and move on. The honest truth was that he couldn't. More than once he would wish that he was a real woman so there'd be no reason while he couldn't be with Martin. Despite his disgust at dressing in female clothes, he consistently went back to it. Over the next month he bought a wig and some cosmetics. Julian was never happy by his efforts, though. He could never make himself look as naturally feminine as his android body had. He had settled into a natural rhythm, but it hadn't helped him get over Martin. If anything, his attraction to Martin had intensified. This was getting him nowhere. He had to find some way to get over Martin. Maybe he should call him and talk it out. The idea frightened Julian at first, but it caught hold. If he talked to Martin then it would bring some form of closure to the whole traumatic event. Though he doubted Martin would want to talk to him. Martin probably felt the whole episode was an attack on his masculinity and the last thing he wouldn't be happy to reminded of it. The idea wouldn't go away, however, and after several weeks Julian plucked up enough courage to start trying to track Martin down. The question was where to start. Julian wracked his brains. Martin had said he had a second house in Hawaii. Julian opened the electronic phone book on his vidphone. It was possible Martin wasn't in the book, but it was a good place to start. There were only two Martin Isaacs listed for Hawaii and Julian quickly eliminated one of them. He tried to relax and then tapped in the other number. He had thought that he was ready to face Martin, but he totally seized up when Martin answered the phone. "Yeah, hello?" said Martin. His eyes widened when he saw it was Julian calling him. Julian tried to speak, but his throat was suddenly dry. "Julia? Thank God, I've been hoping you'd call." Martin said. Julian's nerve failed and he hung up. That had been a dumb thing to do. The phone started ringing, making Julian jump. It was Martin! He had got Julian's number from looking at the data record on his own phone. He left the phone ringing and went to get another drink. How could he have been so stupid? Martin could track him down now. He should have found a good shrink and talked it out of his system. The phone was still ringing. Julian got another beer and sat in the kitchen. He did his best to ignore the telephone. Martin hadn't seemed that angry to see Julian. In fact he had seemed eager. Was it possible that Martin didn't hate him? He sat there for several minutes listening to the phone ringing in the hall. He was going to have to answer it. He left his beer behind and went back to the phone. He felt a little faint, so he sat down. Then he punched the call-accept button. Martin re-appeared on the screen. "Are you okay, Julia?" he asked. "I'm okay," Julian replied quietly, "Though my name is Julian." "I'm sorry. I never found out your real name." They were silent for a few moments. Then Julian said, "I had to call, to see how you were." "I'm glad you did. I tried to reach you, but none of them would give out your name." "I asked them not to. I was too ashamed over what had happened." "Ashamed?" "Well, yeah," replied Julian. "Before all this I was a normal heterosexual man. I spend three days as a woman and I end up...with a man. I'm sorry, Martin. I didn't mean to hurt you." Martin shook his head and smiled. "It's alright. I must admit, when I found out who you really were it was a bit of a shock. It was the last thing I was expecting. I did enjoy the time we spent together, though." "So did I," Julian replied sadly. "What we did has been preying on my mind lately. It has been really worrying me." "Something like that must really be a shock to the system." Martin said sympathetically. "It's not that it was a huge shock, though it was. What really disturbs me is that I - I liked it, a lot. A part of me wants to do it again." "It was a perfectly natural reaction," Martin thought over his next sentence carefully. "I meant what I said about not caring what you really look like." Julian felt his face going red. "I have to go." "I'm sorry," Martin replied, "I shouldn't have said that. Can I call you again? Tomorrow?" "O-okay," Julian said and turned off the phone. He sat there stunned for several minutes. He couldn't believe what Martin had just said. Julian retreated to his bedroom with his beer. As he lay there on the bed he tried to get his feelings in order. Maybe he was totally misreading the signals, but Martin seemed to be still interested in him. The bulge in his jeans told Julian that he still felt for Martin as well. He sighed and undid his jeans. As he stroked himself his mind was filled with images of Martin. The next day, Julian found himself anxiously waiting for Martin to call. He had had a dream the previous night. In it he was a woman and married to Martin. He had woken up disturbed, but excited from the dream. Julian literally jumped when he heard a knock on his front door. He cursed at his stupidity and went to open it. It took him a few seconds to register who it was. "Martin?" Julian exclaimed in shock. Martin could tell Julian was distressed. "I know I shouldn't have come, but I had to see you so we could sort things out." It took Julian a few seconds to really accept that Martin was really there. "C-come in," Julian said, trying to keep his voice calm. He led Martin through the house to the kitchen and fixed a drink for both of them. Then they sat down either side of the kitchen table. "You're shaking!" Martin remarked. "Are you nervous?" "No! Well, yes. Actually, I'm petrified!" "I shouldn't have come. I'm bringing back all those bad memories." "No, it's okay. They weren't all bad. That's the problem." Julian said. He sighed. "Your reaction to all this is surprising me though. I'd would have thought you'd have gone ballistic when you found out who I really was." "To tell you the truth. I spent the next week going around in a daze saying 'That was a man?' But I got over it. It's not like I've never been with a man. Back when I was at university, I still hadn't decided whether I preferred men or women. I don't know what it was about you in Dodge City, but I found you far more interesting than any woman I've been with. I could see it from the first moment I saw you in the saloon." Julian was impressed at Martin's candor. "My own experience is only really with women. Before you, I'd never been... attracted to men. I am attracted to you, though, and I don't know what I'm going to do about it." His face was going red from embarrassment. They were silent for a few moments. Julian found the silence even more frightening than the conversation. "So what are we going to do?" he asked Martin. Martin shrugged. "I really don't know. I want us to be close friends at the very least, but I know you're not comfortable with this. If you want me to leave, just say so." "Part of me wants to forget all of this, but the other half can't let go of you. What a mess! I've been thinking, perhaps if I went for a sex change. That new nanotech process that's been developed could do it. Though it is really expensive and takes two years to complete." Martin smiled. "Slow down, Julian! You shouldn't try and make snap decisions like that. Look, neither of us know where, if anywhere, this is going." Julian nodded. Martin was totally right, it'd be stupid to rush into something he might regret later. He noticed in nervous surprise that both of them expected there to be a relationship of sorts. Even if it was just a close friendship. "Do you think either of us will be able to make it work?" he asked. Martin reached across the table and held Julian's hand. "There's no rush. This is new territory for both of us. Neither of us know what the future holds, let each day come one at a time and we'll see what we see." Julian sipped his drink and glanced out of the window. It was true that he had a lot to sort out. Maybe he should see a shrink just to talk a few things through, but somehow he knew that he and Martin was going to be more than just friends. He looked back at Martin's smiling face and couldn't help grinning nervously himself. Maybe this wouldn't work, but at least he had a friend he could talk to. He could get everything straight in his own head, find out what he really wanted. Neither of them knew what the future held, but Julian was no longer afraid of it. THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /