This story is not finished and after almost losing it owing to recent chaotic events on the Internet and my own computer, I have decided to post it a chapter of about 1000 words a piece 1 at a time. TG content may be added.

Andromeda Smith

6/19/2024, Ahabidah

She struggled to get awake enough to find some interest in the new day. She’d recently graduated from university with a master’s in computer science and she’d sweetened her time there by taking so many extra courses in several other disciplines that the cumilative hours almost equaled those of her major. In time, perhaps she’d have multiple degrees.

None of those in her circle, including Andromeda, knew that a genetic modification substance was busily changing her and others. Andromeda’s diet had become much less vegan and more Mediterranean. She’d never dyed her jet-black hair and now streaks of golden blonde were appearing. She’d grown a bit plump at school and now she was at the lower end of the BMI scale for her, like a professional model.

Some knew the modifications were happening but did not know how it happened. Most would not believe that the substance came in on a body delivered accidentally by visitors from another planet. They though they were just dumping their garbage and it would burn up in the Earth’s atmosphere.

Her sloppy sweatpants that were full of holes had gone to dresses and then to very short mini dresses. She didn’t need to consume intoxicants because the modifications kept her and her friends feeling mildly high. Studies had taken so much of her time that she was still a virgin, though no one had accused her of being anything but heterosexual.

Generous Grants made it unnecessary to find a job as such. Those who supervised her were quite taken by her brilliance. They were happy to see her make another discovery. She was now sure that the many recent changes in homo sapiens had come from outer space but had not actually discovered the mechanism.

Finally awake, Andromeda felt a new warmth in her body that made her restless, and she would become wanton as time wore on. After a quick breakfast, she went to the lab to finish up an experiment and then to lunch with friends.

She was just finishing a wonderful salad when she looked over her friend’s shoulder and into the eyes of a man that she felt an immediately compelling attraction to. She excused herself and as he moved toward him, her friends giggled. He was sitting at a small round table on a stool, and she took the stool opposite him. They talked for only a few minutes, and they left, neither knowing the name of the other. Before she knew what was happening, Andromeda was on her back, sans panties, and he was buried in the void between her thighs.

She’d been completely asexual her whole life, and taking the drug to prevent menses, had never confronted her femaleness or sexuality. Her breasts had never felt a bra, being of moderate size. Andromeda writhed gasping with arousal hoping that he did not stop doing what he was doing for a very long time. The blood was minimal and would wash out of the spread easily.

Later, she did not know how long, she woke up alone. His absence made her feel bereft at first. Andromeda did not know his name or where he lived. They had used a bed sit over the restaurant, and when she left, the door latched behind her. Downstairs, her friends were gone, and it was late evening and would be Sunset shortly. Andromeda reflected to herself that she had fun and then did her best to forget it.

The next day at the lab her work was mostly keyboarding on her research log and writing some code. Andromeda had worn a spaghetti strap mini dress with a flared skirt. Barbara, who was nicknamed Barbi, hung a flannel shirt around Andromeda’s shoulders; “just in case you are chilly,” Barbi told Andromeda. They both knew that Barbi was being a bit snarky as she was correcting Andromeda.
She never saw the man again, and aside from a slight loneliness didn’t ever think of the nameless man.

Passing a storefront today, she saw a gaming poster and with shock realized that she was dressed so much like the girl on the poster. The only things missing were the winged war mask and the energy projector that looked like a bulbous spear. Why hadn’t Barbi said something to her? For a moment Andromeda felt ridiculous but slowly accepted that this is who she’d always been.

She and everyone that she knew and did not know were living in a world that was so different than the one that she’d been taught about. What had happened? Was everything she was taught a lie?

Looking from the patio set high above the valley below at times felt dangerous because there was no safety railing, but earlier she’d found the courage to approach the edge and found that a force kept her away from falling.

A small lazy wandering river wended its way down the narrow valley between impossible mountains. More than a dozen moons or planets shown in the dark blue sky. There were few stars and oddly clouds seemed to drift among the bodies in the sky. Still, there was enough light to see well, more than moon light but less than bright Sunlight. Dim, but not depressing.

Feeling a slight chill, Andromeda wandered back inside her rooms. She’d finally gotten used to the floors there that one moment looked solid and another seemed as if they would let her fall through them.

The entry doors to her rooms were huge double doors big enough to drive a team of horses through. Often, maids brought her meals to her rooms but when she was needed, a summoning would take her to one of several dinning halls. She’d only been to the Grand Hall once to listen to a message.

Ms. Smith had a lot to get used to in her new role. Right now, she thought it was only her very sexy image. She’d never been licentious, not even to flirt and now to seeming to have graduated somehow to a life as a very adult woman was so confusing.

Anna Smith and her twin brother John had just turned 13 when both her parents went to the Amazon on a research mission for 6 months. Their parents were lead researchers. They worked long hours before the mission, so the children were accustomed to being alone much of the time when they were not at their school. The youngsters knew how to have groceries delivered, had debit cards and could transfer funds around various accounts.

To avoid interference from Children Services and various other government agencies, there were numerous unrecorded accounts and a huge amount of cash in secret safes at home and elsewhere.

Though they were twins, John grew bigger and taller than her, owing to his set of modified XY chromosomes. Their parents had modified the genes just to see if they could. John now felt that he had the right to be the leader of the two, and after some sharp disagreements, Anna let him do it. He had become an absolute edge lord.

He did his own laundry and the outside work. Anna did the cooking and cleaning and her own laundry.
Anna was just starting to get hip and her breasts were cute A cups. The twins had their own rooms, so Anna did not hear John’s activities at night. He was searching for data in their parents’ files to see if he could cause Anna to have outrageous hips and boobs, but with tiny waist. He also wanted her to become a dimwit.

At Breakfast in the morning, John told Anna that he would be supervising her clothing choices from now on.
In the packages that came for Anna were sheer crop tops, and sexy miniskirts both in various colors. He informed her that her shoes were now towering platform heels.

John secretly made a generous donation to the school on the condition that the twins were exempted from clothing standards and other prying.

John wore his normal male clothing, but Anna’s clothes were laid out each morning before going to school. This morning Anna was forced to wear a sheer white crop top above a black miniskirt. He gave her little silicon nipple covers and no bra. Her heels kept her at a near hobble. She felt the sedating effects of the tea he was giving her, so she stealthily put it down the drain though Anna pretended to be more and more bimbo like.

Their parents were due back in a few weeks, so the edge lord needed to decide how to handle them. Perhaps he would bamboozle them also?

In the meantime, Anna had seen him seeding their parents towels and wash cloths with a chemical that would genetically dim them down. While he was going on an errand, Anna stealthily switched their parents’ linen for his. John, the edge lord, was not as bright as he thought.

No man can escape a woman’s scorn.

Zero

The DI was sort of irritating but I obeyed and did whatever he asked. After all he could get me put in prison; ruin my life. The 20-mile run/hike, “forced march” he called it was the worst, but when I was about to sag a little, the chubby guy that had the bunk over me stumbled. I turned around and got him to his feet and talked to him and pulled him the rest of the way back to camp. In formation at camp, the DI was giving me the evil eye but I just looked back at him with what I thought was a neutral face but later in the mirror, I saw it was a smart assed grin.

Training went on for the rest of the week and then we had Sunday off after morning formation, police call and breakfast The Bacon tasted like it had soap in it, but the rest of the food was pretty good. Monday was more training. There was this big rope that went way up there and most of the big guys struggled with it. Some couldn’t do it. When it came my turn I just zipped right up it and back down; wore my pack too. I was light; half the size of the jocks. That was a mistake, I knew it would bring trouble.

That afternoon was the pujil sticks and he knocked me on my ass because I’d never even seen one before. I thought he’d show me how to do it but he just went to the next guy. I didn’t care, I had 1071 days until I got out. Didn’t know what would happen next week.

He followed me into the barracks that night while the rest went to dinner. I was bleeding and had to clean up. How often does a guy have a vaginal opening behind his sack? How was I to know that the sack was supposed to have something in it? I showed the Doctor but he kept me in because I told him how my foster father would fuck me if I went home again. The Doc said he’d try to get me out or in a female unit. Yeah, right. I could shoot anything better than the guys in the Company, so knew that wasn’t happening. With the Russian beachhead at North Carolina, and the Chinese occupying most of California I knew I was staying bleeding or bred. We found out that day that America had been invaded.

I liked shooting the C-2 best, the daughter of the Barrett. It was a recoilless rifle firing a 40 cal., explosive, guided round, easily out to a couple clicks. There just weren’t many machine guns anymore because a semiauto “guided” could take out so many of the enemy. Even that damned A-10 was still around but it too fired guided rounds. Rather than the dramatic, burpee strafing runs, it would just lurk around up there and pop, pop, pop the rounds would hit, most often getting a target. Friendly fire killings were way down.

Anyway, like I said the bastard DI followed me inside to my bunk. “I’m going to break you. You and that smart little grin, I’m gonna make you cry like the baby you are…” He went on like that while I gathered my shower things. Then I stood up and pinned him with my most evil gaze.

“You never met my foster father did you Sergeant? He’d have you for breakfast”. After that I just looked at him and didn’t say nothin more. He tried to stare me down and suddenly shrank back. He saw my 2” knife folded in the palm of my hand, and I suspected he realized I could make a few wallets and a purse out of him.
He never had another word for me.

6 weeks later I’m lying up in Northern California on a ridge top waiting for the Chinese to come over the ridge across the way…
In regards to the day thing, I started with supposedly 1095 days. It was a very tense international situation and in that time both Russia and China had invaded. I'd enlisted to get away from the bastard foster father. His supposed wife just allowed him to run amok, packing fudge when he liked. He found my vaginal opening by accident, and was so surprised that he did not violate me that night. The next day, I did not return from classes and due to the fact that I had started school a year late, found I was old enough to enlist to avoid the plonker.
The international situation was so tense that the Army took me the next week. I slept over at a friend's house until then. His parents were sympathetic and agreed that the Army was my best chance, and the guardians did not report my disappearance, I suppose that he feared the involvement of the police.

Both the Russians and the Chinese were pissed because of America’s constant economic sanctions. We showed ourselves to be strong enough to avoid losing the whole country, so the Chinese agreed to keep Southern California and the Russians kept North Carolina if we agreed to no more unfair trade practices.

Probably won't be more to this.

On the BCTS site and the larger Internet, there are citizens from literally every part of the world. Despite my own cautious belief in a higher order of things, human activity, earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes, hurricanes and other chilling events, I'll admit to being quite tense and sleepless at times.

Then there are the nutty conspiracy theorists that at times make life all the harder.

This is nothing new. There is: The poem Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant includes the line, "So live, that when thy summons comes to join / The innumerable caravan, that moves / To that mysterious realm, where each shall take / His chamber in the silent halls". Go quietly...

May we comfort each other where ever we are or how far apart...

Good night.

Ahabidah

In the midst of Climate Change, Global Warming, and a half dozen other labels designed to threaten the masses, there are the consumer marketers, especially those who seduce the consumers of textiles. I sat watching the perfectly formed figure seductively move before the camera, draped in clothing designed to entice. Her midi length pleated skirt is missing a narrow piece from hem to waistband, at the side, revealing the absence of underwear. She moves carefully, not revealing forbidden parts of her anatomy. Above that is a very short crop top that tantalizes the observer into wishing that it would ride up more. There is of course, no bra. None is needed on such flawless average size youthful breasts.

On her feet are sexy, strappy heels that look like the model must have used some trick to keep them on her feet for this photo shoot.

Her shoulder length almost brown, almost blond swings entrancingly adding to the moment.

In the audience, there are searing flashes of jealousy. They imagine that after, she will stride confidently off the stage and climb into one of the last flawless Audi r8 cars, to be driven to who knows where by some equally flawless hunk of masculinity.

The dreamer wakens to the hot sticky dawn, to perform their ablutions, dress in boring work clothing, drink bitter coffee and eat a stale biscuit as they move out the door and up to an aged beater of a car, hoping it will start and get them to a job that they hate...