Hawking's Revenge
by Fyre Mei

- A Stand alone sci-fi short story for ADULTS only.

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A note from the author:
Been a reader for quite a while, and thought I would try my hand at writing. Following is a short stand-alone story based on a real-life experience I had a while back. Minus the magic, and the TG, and the characters are all different, and ... well OK I made it all up. Anyhow, I hope you like it, I may write more... who knows?

I welcome ALL feedback.

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BEEP

The alarm bell sounded in his ear, beckoning him to wake. The room still dark, he brushed his hand along the top of the bedside cabinet feeling for the alarm clock.

BEEP

Anger rose within him, and when he finally found the culprit, he flung it to the floor, silencing it with a thud.

Six weeks of waking up at five am and working twelve hour days.
Six weeks of living exclusively in a small hotel room.
Six weeks without his fiancee.

At the last thought he felt his loins stir, his penis stood to attention.

Six weeks without sex.

As he rose from the bed and strode into the shower, Matt Austin tried to calm himself. It was only another two weeks until the contract was up, and with the cash they could finally plan the wedding.

As the hot steamy water pounded down over his body, Matt thought of his girl and began to massage his erect cock. Slowly at first, back and forth over the bulbous head. He visualized her kneeling before him, her ruby red lips wrapped around his member as her hands wandered up and down, caressing his back. With a slight grunt, he orgasmed, his spew joining the water droplets from the shower as they whirled down into the drain.

No where near as good as a partner, but better than feeling frustrated all day.

He quickly finished cleaning up, dressing in his business suit and departing for work.

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The weather outside was already warm, it always was always hot at this time of year in Dubai. Even at this early hour the street was bustling with people, here and there another European hurrying to an office. A pair of young women dressed in Bhurkas fixed their eyes on him, following his passage. As he passed by, he heard the soft sound of their giggles behind him. At least not everything was different here than from home.

Swiping his security pass through the reader, he passed by the guard and into the elevator pressing the button for floor twenty five. The doors closed with a slight swooshing sound and the lift began to ascend.

“Floor Twelve, Doors opening” the lift chimed.

Vanessa Hawking stepped into the lift, a vision of beauty. Her large hips swayed as she entered the lift, her low cut top showing off her ample cleavage.

“Matt, fancy seeing you here” her soft melodic voice said, as she swished her long blonde hair in a manner that made her motives clear.

“I was called in about six weeks ago” he replied briskly, stepping away from her.

They had met on another contract a few years back, before he had found his fiancee. She had perfect curves, and before long they were sharing more than just an office. But she was too controlling, too imposing, and when his contract came to the end, he told her it was time to move on. She didn't accept this, and in her typical domineering manner kept phoning him for the next three months. She even turned up on his doorstep once, dressed only in a thong and a trench coat.

“Still working in IT then ?” she purred as her perfectly manicured hand snaking over to touch his chest.

“Yeah” Matt replied, recoiling as he anxiously watched the lift ascending.

“I Just got promoted into research from HR myself, in fact me and the girls are having a bit of a party to celebrate tonight. Why don't you come along?” she replied.

“Floor twenty five, Doors opening” the lift called out.

Thank God Matt thought to himself as he quickly exited the lift.

“See you later, we will be at O'Shannan pub” he heard Vanessa's sultry voice call behind him.

Hells chance Matt thought.

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The day passed swiftly, with no real interruptions.

Just about as Matt was getting ready to leave his boss, Harold called him into an office. Unusually a security guard stood beside his bosses desk.

“Please take a seat Matt” said Harold in a steady tone as he shut the door.

Matt sat down, not knowing what to think.

“You are a good worker, which is why I am sad I have to let you go” the boss said in a calm tone.

“What? What are you talking about? Why?” Matt replied, confused.

“We have received a number of complaints about hmmm... sexual misconduct”

“Wh....what? I never...” Matt stammered back truthfully.

“We have to terminate your contact, effective immediately. As per clause fourteen, you will receive no payment.”

Six weeks, a ruined reputation and no payment all from some hearsay. Who could have been behind this?

Matt's mind reeled, before clicking into place.

“Wait a minute, this must have been that bloody Vanessa, Vanessa Hawking, it's her. She has a grudge against me!” he shouted, confusion turned to anger.

Harold glanced down at a small sheet of paper before resuming eye contact.

“She was not one of those that complained. Your behavior has been unacceptable, there is no argument.” the boss said with finality, and motioned to the guard.

Still scathing Matt was quickly escorted from the building, onto the street.

I am sure Vanessa is behind this Matt thought to himself I'll show her, that vengeful bitch!

Hailing a taxi, he stepped in and said “O'Shannan's Pub please”.

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O'Shannans was the typical Irish pub, a little dingy but with some jolly music in the background. Most of the clientel were obviously from Northern Europe, but an occasional Arabic or Oriental face could be seen enjoying a beer.

Matt strode up to the barkeep pushing aside a few punters at the bar, ignoring their protests.

“Where is Vanessa? Vanessa Hawking” he shouted above the general din.

“Ahhh, the Hawking party, upstairs in the function room sir” the bartender replied.

Quickly climbing the stairs, Matt barged open the function room door to be greeted by the sight Vanessa and five of the girls from human resources.

“Oh Matt, I am so glad you decided to come. I thought given our past, you might have declined.” Vanessa spoke in a mocking tone.

“Don't you fucking piss around with me you bitch, you know bloody well why I am here!” he shouted back as he strode towards her.

“Are you just going to verbally abuse me, or have you come for something more... substantial dear?” the other girls tittered at Vanessa's rebuke.

He wanted to reach out and grab the little psycho bitch, but managed restrained himself.

“You have had your fun Vanessa, now phone Harold and tell him the truth” he said through gritted teeth as the gaggle of women surrounded him.

“Oh no, I don't think I have had all my fun yet dear.” she replied.

Matt felt a small prick in his butt, and turned to see one of the women grinning at him with an empty syringe held aloft. He stumbled to his knees, the chemical coursing through his blood system.

“Fuck you” he mouthed, as his vision became clouded and he slumped to the floor.

“You will.” was the last thing Matt remembered hearing as his world descended into blackness.

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“Have you ever tried this before?” a high pitch voice questioned.

“This is the first time on a human, it should work though.” a familiar voice replied.

“He is coming around” a third voice with a slight European accent.

PAIN. His cheek seared with agony as it was slapped.

“Wakey, wakey lover” Vanessa called.

Opening his eyelids, he saw her immaculately made up face staring down at him from a couple of inches above.

Matt struggled, and found out that he was tightly bound around the wrists, ankles, waist and neck.

“If only you had shown such determination to continue our relationship Matt...” Vanessa started.

“But no, you just used me as a sex object and moved on.” She finished.

Matt tried to reply, but found himself only able to emit a faint muffled sound.

“Oh, don't try to speak dear, this is not the time for your excuses. This is time for my revenge.”

“Revenge against a selfish horrible male pig. Isn't that right girls?”

“Yes!” a chorus of feminine voices replied.

“Start up the machine” Vanessa called.

A low humming sound started behind Matt, and he felt the table he was restrained on to slowly sliding backwards.

“You know Matt, we were together for two months, and you never asked about my family...” Vanessa's voice called above the hum.

His view was obscured, as the ceiling closed in. It appeared as if he was being moved into some sort of tube.

“If you had, you would know that my cousin is quite the famous physical theorist...”

The table with Matt on it ceased movement, completely immersed in the tube of the machine.

“Here I am demonstrating some of his theories in regard to quantum states...”

The humming was now interrupted by infrequent but regular booming noises making Vanessa barely audible.

“Not all of the Hawking family are quite so... theoretical.”

The booming noises sped up.

BOOM

Matt felt the sound ripple though his body, causing the hairs on his chest to stand on end.

BOOM

His muscles twitched at the noise, tensing and relaxing.

BOOM

An intense pain emanated from inside Matt's body, almost as if his bones were vibrating.

BOOM

His bones cracked as they began to alter and shorten shorten.

Matt let out a cry of pain.

BOOM

An itch spread over his skin as the hair receded into the pores and it darkened slightly in tone.

BOOM

The flesh on his arms vibrated, slowly disappearing leaving a thinner limb.

BOOM

The muscles on his legs began to dissolve, the flesh pooling upwards towards his blossoming thighs.

BOOM

His fingertips burnt as long nails pushed themselves outwards.

BOOM

His torso contracted, as the flesh pooled down to form a rump arse and a small set of breasts.

BOOM

His face felt on fire as his lips puffed up, his nose became small and dainty and his hair grew into a long curly black mane.

BOOM

His penis and balls retracted into his body forming a vagina.

Matt let out another cry of pain, this time distinctly feminine.

The booming slowly wound down, and the table retracted from the machine.

“You turned out very nicely dear” said Vanessa as she undid the restraints and stood Matt up.

Gazing into the mirror before him, Matt saw an Indian woman in her mid twenties reflected back.

“What have you....” he started, but reeled at the sound of his own distinctively feminine voice.

“We just set you to a different quantum state Matt, or should I say Kulsoom?” Vanessa replied.

Matt was shocked, how could this be? He was a man, not some Indian woman!

With the shock and the pain overwhelming, he fainted.

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Matt awakened in a gaudily decorated the pink, red and gold room. He felt the soft silk sheets of the large bed he was laying on wrapped about him.

Shifting, he felt them rub over his breasts, his nipples standing erct with the erotic sensation. The soft silk sheets glided down his smooth brown thighs. He sat up with a start. Vanessa and a man stood before him groping each other passionately. Vanessa's eye caught his and she broke off the embrace.

“Welcome to your new home Kulsoom” Vanessa called out.

“Change me back now, I demand it!” Matt shouted at her.

“Back to what? ” she replied calmly.

“I am Matt , you bitch and you know that” he returned.

“How can that be? Matt is standing right here” Vanessa said, grinning and pointing at her companion.

For the first time Matt's eyes focused on the only man in the room. It was him, Matt, or rather the old Matt.

“You see, young Kulsoom loved me in a way you never did dear. Of course her old body was somewhat unacceptable to me sexually, but with quantum state technology that was no barrier to love now, was it darling?” Vanessa turned to the Matt body, gazing into his eyes longingly before they kissed.

“I am not totally cruel though my dear Matt, we have made sure your new self is well provided for. Marriage is still a good option for a pretty girl like you, even these days” Vanessa smirked and began to leave the room.

“Of course, he is very possessive, and doesn't speak a word of English” she continued, as the couple walked away, hand in hand.

Finally gathering himself together, Matt rose from the bed.

“STOP!” he shouted and ran towards the departing pair.

Strong arms emerged from the dark, pulling him close to a hard masculine body.

The man said something in a foreign language, before spinning him around and planting a kiss on his lips, forcing them open with his tongue. The strangers hands began to trace up and down the back of Matt's bare body, clasping his rounded buttocks and firm breats. Despite himself, Matt felt a certain chill of pleasure run through him. Powerless to resist, Matt tried to ignore the sensations and evaluate his situation.

How would he get his old body back?
How would he return to his fiancee?
How would he undo Hawking's revenge?.

A stray thought raced though the back of his mind. At least it looked like after six weeks, he would finally be getting some sex....