Message-ID: <1566eli$9706202024@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 (3/10) by Stephanie TG: Miss-placed (3/10) Late as usual, here is part three of my current story. I'm still not finding as much time as I'd like to write. Hopefully, I'll find more time soon. 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. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Miss-placed Part Three by Stephanie Julian increased his efforts to get free, but to no avail. The man's grip was too strong. Despite himself, Julian felt his breasts reacting to the man's groping. Julian had never been in a situation even remotely like this before, and he had no idea how to react. The twenty-something man said, "I can feel your nipples. They're like spikes. We both know you want it, so why not knock off the act and come back to my room?" "Let me go, please!" begged Julian. He was nearly frozen with fear over what the man was suggesting. Julian's pleading only met with laughter. He was dragged to his feet and over to the entrance by the man. "And where do you think you're going?" asked a steely voice. Julian looked up to see the bald gunslinger. He looked particularly menacing, dressed all in black. He stood defiantly between the guest and the doorway. The man holding Julian was taken aback by the challenge, but he quickly regained his balance. "Out of my way, or I'll drop you where you stand!" The gunslinger sneered. "What a big man you are, hiding behind a woman!" The vacationer growled and flung Julian to one side. Julian stumbled against the wall and steadied himself. He was so emotionally shocked that all he could do was watch the developing confrontation. The other people in the bar moved out of the line of fire and behind tables. They knew what was coming. "Draw." the gunslinger said. This was the guest's first gunfight since arriving in Dodge City. He was more than a little nervous. "Draw!" the bald man repeated. The guest suddenly went for his gun. It had barely cleared his holster when the gunslinger fired. The guest looked down at the wound in his chest in utter surprise. "But, I'm supposed to win." was all he said before he toppled over backwards. In the silence that followed, the gunslinger spun his gun and reholstered it. He walked back to the bar. "He won't be bothering you any more, miss." he said as he passed Julian. Julian was too stunned to do anything but nod in reply. He realized that the coast was now clear, and bolted from the saloon. Gareth let the frightened woman go. There would be time later to collect the debt that she owed him. He returned to his drink. The undertakers arrived within minutes. Working quickly and efficiently, they put the android body of the guest into a cheap coffin and took it away. Gareth knew that they would take the body back to the repair workshop. The guest that Gareth had shot would be back on the street within an hour. He just hoped that nobody had paid too much attention to his victory. Outside, Julian ran as best he could across the street. He was narrowly missed by a stagecoach, but he barely noticed. He was still shaking from the encounter in the bar. That man had wanted to have sex with him! It had never occurred to Julian that his new body could provoke that response in other men. He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself. The hotel was only a little way down the street. Julian set off as fast as he could walk in his dress and heels. He ignored as best he could the admiring glances he was getting from men, but he did wonder why he was getting dirty looks from the few women he passed. Julian reached the hotel with a silent prayer of thanks. Inside, the reception area was clean, but spartan. Behind the desk was a severe-looking woman in her fifties. "We don't want your sort here." she told Julian curtly. He wasn't about to be put off that easily. He walked over to the desk. "Can you put me in touch with the Dodge City technical department? There's been a mix-up." "Technical department?" the woman replied, totally mystified. She was another computer-controlled android. He was going to have to use one of the bedside phones. "Never mind. Which room are Julian Matthews and Tony McCarthy booked into?" "Oh, they...hired you then?" asked the receptionist. Julian was a little puzzled by the question, what did she mean? "Ummm...yes." "They're in room 36. Up the stairs and on your right." Julian turned and headed for the staircase. He quickly hurried down the corridor until he found the door of his and Tony's room. He paused outside the door. He didn't want Tony to see him like this. He was all too aware of the differences of his new body. The weight of his breasts held in the silky confines of his dress. The drag of his long golden hair hanging down his back. The strange, new topography between his thighs. He tried unsuccessfully to put all that out of his mind. Getting put into the right android was more important than what Tony might say. Julian took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Long moments passed with no response. He knocked louder, "Tony?" Still there was no response. Julian tried the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked. He called out Tony's name again and then cautiously pushed the door open. From where he was standing, he could see someone stretched out on a bed. Julian's eyes widened when he saw who it was. He walked into the room and over to the bed. The figure had his face. Julian found it very disorienting to see his own face on someone else. He tore his eyes from the unmoving figure and looked across the room. There was another bed, and on it was another comatose figure. "Tony!" he called, running over to the other bed. He shook his friend. Tony was as still as Julian's proper body. Obviously, Tony had ended up in the wrong body as well. Julian wondered what sort of situation Tony was in. It couldn't be any better than Julian's, or he would have already gotten in touch with the control center. The only way he was going to be able to help Tony was by alerting the Dodge City staff. He walked over to the bedside table, and was relieved to see that this one did have a telephone built into it. He activated it, and the top of the table turned into a view screen. He scanned through the menu until he reached the 'Reporting Problems' heading. Julian selected it. The screen cleared. A few seconds later, the words 'Connection Failed. The communication system will be restored soon' appeared on the screen. What was going on here? Did nothing work properly in this damn resort? Julian sat down on the bed. He was going to be stuck in this body until he could find some other way to contact the management. He sighed, and his bosom rose and fell. There was no way that he was going to risk going back outside. Hopefully, the phone system would be fixed soon. * * * * * * * * * * "I'm telling you, we have problems across the board!" Sylvia almost shouted into her mobile phone. The other technicians in the control room had been witness to many an argument between Sylvia and the upper management. They were too busy trying to get the glitches out of the system to pay full attention this time. "I'm perfectly convinced that you and your technicians can deal with any minor problems..." the voice on the other end of the line said. "No, they are not minor problems!" she replied in an exasperated voice. "The main communications system has shut down. We are having to hand walkie-talkies out to the staff in Dodge City. I'm convinced that this is deliberate. Some of my staff think that there are rogue programs loose in the computer." Her boss was trying to keep his voice as reasonable as possible. "Apart from the communications, everything is running fine. You know as well as I do that if we do shut down Dodge City then this whole operation will fail. The public simply won't come here." Sylvia did her best to hold back her anger. This was exactly what she was expecting him to say. "But the guests..." "...Are perfectly safe in the sleep chambers several floors below you. I understand your concerns, but unless you have something concrete, we can't shut it down. Okay?" "All right, but I want my concerns put on the record just in case the shit hits the fan." Her boss sighed, "Okay, but it won't come to that. We have total confidence in you." Sylvia broke the connection and cursed. "Right. I want a full diagnostic on the computers. If there is anything in there that shouldn't be, I want it destroyed." * * * * * * * * * * Julian spent the rest of the afternoon in the hotel room with the two non-moving androids. Every ten minutes or so, he would check the telephone and curse when it was still out of order. The obvious answer was to go out there and find a Dodge City employee that he could report his problem to. After the trouble he had had getting to the hotel room, however, he didn't want to go outside again. He tried to forget about his situation, but even the slightest movement reminded him of his feminine status. He looked down at the android he was supposed to have been operating. "It's all right for you," he said in his dulcet tones, "you don't have to wear this dress." An idea popped into his head. The android was fully dressed in a cowboy outfit. It didn't need it. It wasn't going anywhere. He undid his dress and dropped it to the floor. He was glad to be out of its tight embrace. Dressed only in the blue slip, he started to undress the android. It proved to be harder than he expected. The body was heavy, and was no help to Julian. Finally, however, he had stripped all of its clothes off. He was quite startled when he was confronted by the android's cock. He hadn't expected it to have one, despite the fact that it was anatomically identical to Julian's real body. Despite himself, he felt himself growing curious. It was certainly his cock. He reached out and touched it again. It didn't react, of course, but Julian jerked his hand away. He remembered the times he had sex as a man and he wondered what it would be like on the other side. He stood up a little disturbed. It was only natural to have thoughts like that in his situation, but they worried him nonetheless. He pulled on the boxer shorts that the android had been wearing. Authenticity obviously didn't extend to underwear. He slipped into the boxers and pulled up under the short skirt of the slip. They weren't nearly as comfortable as he had hoped. His wide hips made them too tight. He decided against wearing them. He also decided to keep the slip on. He didn't like wearing it, but he had to keep his breasts under control. The shirt also produced problems. It was way too large for him except in one department. He again had trouble buttoning his clothing, but this time it was because of his expansive breasts. He managed to button the shirt up, but he could feel the buttons straining. The pants which were a perfect fit on his inert double were way too long for him. Like the boxer shorts he had discarded, they were uncomfortably tight around his hips. He had to pull the belt into its tightest notch, and even then it felt loose around his waist. He looked at the cowboy boots. They looked far more comfortable than the high-heeled shoes he had been wearing, but he knew that his feet were now far too small to fit. Finally, he put on his gun belt. He smiled. At last he had some protection from men. He knew exactly where he'd shoot them as well. He practised drawing the gun a few times. It seemed a bit heavier than the one he had experimented with before he came to Dodge City. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. This was certainly better than the heavy and constricting dress, but he still looked like a girl dressed up in her boyfriend's clothes. It didn't really help that his new body would have looked sexy dressed in a sack. Julian walked to the window and watched the street outside. The bank was being robbed for the second time that afternoon. As the robbers rode victoriously out of town, Julian saw the undertakers start collecting the 'dead'. Two of them shared a joke. They're real people, he realized. They loaded the 'corpses' into their carriage in preparation for taking them back to the repair center. Julian turned and virtually ran down the stairs. He had to hold his breasts steady with one arm as he did so for fear they'd burst out of his shirt. Out on the street, the undertakers had finished loading up the bodies and were heading back to their shop. No doubt there was an entrance there to the main control complex. "Hey!" he called out to them. "Wait up!" The last two undertakers turned and watched Julian approach. "Thank God! I've been able to find someone at last. There's been a terrible mistake." One of the undertakers sighed, pulled a small box from his waist and pointed it at Julian. Julian suddenly found himself unable to move or speak. What the hell was going on now? "Why did you use the cutout?" asked the other undertaker. "This sort of thing happens all the time, Andy. When you've been here a few weeks you'll get used to it." The first undertaker said. "This is one of the whores from above the saloon. Their programming is a little more complicated because of the more...intimate relations they have with the guests. The whores aren't supposed to leave the saloon, but occasionally they wander off. It's easier to use the cutout rather than argue with them." Julian wasn't in the body of a guest at all! He had ended up in a body that was supposed to be computer controlled. He tried to speak, but all his motor functions had been overridden. He started to worry about what they'd do to him. Would they take him back to the repair center and open him up to find out why he had 'wandered off'? "Anyway, we don't have time to worry about it now. They've got some problem back in the control center" He handed the box over to Andy. "Take it back to the saloon and then get back here. We've got a lot to do." Andy sighed, "okay." He looked at Julian, "Command: follow me." he said and the set off for the saloon. Julian was surprised to feel his body spring into motion. He still had no control over his movements and he could not stop himself from following the undertaker. Julian absolutely hated the lack of control that he had in his body. This was far worse than simply being stuck in a female body. However, all was not lost. Andy would have to remove the cutout when they returned to Julian's room. All that he had to do was be ready to tell Andy the instant control was restored. Andy led Julian through the saloon. It wasn't as crowded as it had been earlier, but Julian was still uncomfortably aware of the attention he was receiving. He was glad that there was no sign of the gunslinger who had saved him. "Command: close and lock the door." said Andy when they reached Julian's bedroom. Julian's body did as it was instructed. He hoped desperately that he was misreading the signals Andy was giving off. Surely he wouldn't do that. "Command: stand by the bed facing me." Andy demanded. Julian felt his body obey. Inside he was panicking. He couldn't even resist while he was molested. Andy smiled. "Not bad. Take off that shirt." Julian's body did nothing, to his great relief. Andy frowned. Then he realized where he had gone wrong. "Command: remove your shirt." Julian's hands instantly started to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his smooth shoulders and dropped it to the floor. "Nice. They built you well didn't they? Command: remove your boots and pants." The lust on his face was obvious as Julian stripped in front of him. Julian exerted his will and tried to regain control of his body, but there was no way to get past the cutout. Andy watched the whore obey him. She really was cute. He could feel himself becoming aroused at the sight of her. Employees were not supposed to play around with the androids, but with the trouble in the control center, he knew he'd be able to get away with a few things. He was determined to make the most of the opportunity. "Command: remove the rest of your clothes." The girl fumbled with the buttons of the slip. Quickly, she dropped it to the floor. Andy's eyes were riveted to her ample breasts. They were perfect. Slowly, he walked towards her. His erection was straining the fabric of his pants. Hesitantly he cupped her breasts in his hands. It was hard to think that she was an android. She seemed so alive. He started to unbuckle his belt. "Command: lie on the bed with your legs apart." Julian moved to obey. By now, he was praying for a miracle. This employee thought that he was just some form of animated sex doll. He could still feel Andy's hands digging into the soft flesh of his breasts. He heard Andy's pants being removed. Then Andy climbed onto the bed and on top of Julian. "You're beautiful, baby." said Andy. Julian could feel Andy's penis pressing into him like a hot bar. The idea that in a few moments it would enter him almost sent him into hysteria. Fortunately for Julian, Andy had other ideas. He slid over Julian's inert body until his cock had reached Julian's breasts. Out of the corner of his eye Julian could see Andy's rock-hard cock. The undertaker reached down and began rubbing his prick over Julian's nipples. By now, Andy was getting lost in his own fantasy. "I'm going to fuck you good." He said as he grabbed Julian's tits and pressed them together around his cock. "Oh...that feels good." Julian was screaming in his head in a mixture of anger and fear. He hated being totally immobilized. Worst of all was the way he was being used by this man for his sexual satisfaction. Andy was thrusting between Julian's large breasts and it was obvious he was building to a climax. Andy tensed, and then he came. Julian couldn't move his head to avoid Andy's cum splattering on his face. Andy laid down beside Julian and began stroking his pussy. It was at this point that Julian's mind finally declared surrender and he passed out. Andy didn't notice any change, of course. It had felt great to tit-fuck the android whore, but he wanted her to take a more active role during their next bout of sex. He stood up and grabbed the cutout. He pointed it at Julian and pressed the 'reactivate' button. The android didn't move. What was going on? He checked the small device. Everything seemed to be working fine. So why wasn't the android moving? Shit! He had broken it! He quickly pulled on his clothes and went to the door. He hurried across the hall and into the bedroom on the other side. It was an exact copy of Julian's room. Another of the Saloon's whores was on the bed. She looked up as Andy entered. He pointed the cutout at her and pressed the 'deactivate' button. The android slumped back onto the bed. He tried out a few basic commands, and she obeyed. Then he tried the 'reactivate' button, and she snapped back into life. So the cutout box worked okay. That meant he'd broken something in the android itself. Andy thought quickly. This could cost him his job. Unless he covered up what he had been up to. He convinced the android that her friend across the hall had drunk too much, and that she should help dress her. Then he hurried downstairs before his boss came looking for him. Julian's next coherent memory was staring at the ceiling. He swung around and stood up. He had control again! Julian was immediately aware that he was wearing a dress again. This one was far more revealing than the last. He looked down and saw the soft mounds of his breasts almost totally exposed by the dress. "You're awake at last!" Julian jumped and turned around. A young woman was standing at the window. Her own outfit was similar to his own. She had to be another of the whores who lived above the saloon. "Your undertaker friend said you'd drunk a little too much. You were so out of it I had to dress you myself!" Julian felt a little embarrassed at being dressed by the woman. Even if she was just an android. "Thanks," he said. "No problem," she replied cheerfully. "Come on, lets get down to the saloon before all the good-looking rich ones get taken." His stomach lurched when he realized what she was talking about. His experience from the female point of view had been nerve racking, and he had no intention of going anywhere near a man unless he absolutely had to. "You go on down. I'll follow in a minute." "Okay," she replied, "don't take too long, though." She smiled and left the room. Julian sighed and sat heavily on the bed. He had to think of a way to make sure that he was listened to next time. He kept thinking back to his molestation by Andy. If he couldn't trust the staff that worked here, who could he trust? It was getting dark outside. Julian decided to stay in his room for the night and think out a foolproof way to notify the Dodge City staff who he was. Until he had that plan he was going to steer clear of everyone. There was a loud knock at his door. Julian froze. He could feel his heart hammering away in his chest. "Who is it?" he asked in an unsteady voice. "Your savior from this afternoon," came the reply, in a deep and forceful male voice. It was the bald gunslinger! What did he want? He glanced down at his heaving breasts and he felt faint. Not again. Everyone just saw him as some sex object. "I-I'm busy right now." The door opened. Julian had forgotten to lock it! The bald gunman stepped into the room. He turned and locked the door behind him. Julian watched with mounting horror as the gunslinger pocketed the key. To be continued... -- +--------------' 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> /