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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Don't Assume (TG, ff) [2/2]
Date: Tue,  4 Jun 2002 18:10:04 -0400
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Here's my latest.

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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ONE WEEK LATER...

Although the loss of Sydney's circuit design was a bit of a set back 
to her plans, Sadira was generally pleased with how things were 
going. Sales of her goods were up, and her business was beginning to 
show a profit. She was looking at the balance sheet her accounting 
program was making for her when her assistant walked in. She asked, 
"Any luck getting Siddy to draw that circuit design?"

"No. She shows absolutely no interest in drawing anything, with pen, 
pencil, or crayon."

"Too bad. I guess that circuit design will remain locked up inside 
her, maybe forever. What's the status-" Before Sadira could complete 
her question, all lights and power suddenly went out. "What the- 
Where is my backup power?"

In the utter black of the unlighted room, all they heard was the 
sound of moving metal wheels and cables, and before they knew what 
was happening, both Sadira and her assistant found themselves 
entangled in cables and swept off their feet. When the lights came 
back on, the two women found themselves captured by the guard robots 
that were so plentiful around the base complex. They were being held 
two feet off the ground, totally encircled by the capture cables that 
each robot was armed with.

Sadira's assistant asked, "What happened?"

"Whatever caused that power outage must have disrupted the robot's 
friend or foe recognition systems, causing them to identify us as 
intruders."

"How do we get free?"

Sadira attempted to stretch out her leg and hit the override button 
with her foot, but the robots had pulled her too far away. "Damn! We 
need to get that override! Can you-"

Just then, the door opened and Siddy walked to the end. Sadira's 
assistant asked, "How did she get free?"

"The power outage most have messed up the doors, too. She may be just 
what we need, though. Siddy!" When Siddy looked up to her, Sadira 
said, "I need you to go over to the console and press and hold the 
big red button."

Siddy walked over and sat in the seat that Sadira had just been 
pulled out. However, instead of pressing the override button, she 
started typing on the main keyboard. Sadira said, "No, child, press 
the big red button. Those other buttons aren't for playing with."

Siddy said, "I'm not playing with them." The the voice was still that 
of a child, but the words were definitely those of an adult. Sadira 
and her assistant were slack with surprise, both by Siddy's 
intelligence and by the computer coming back on.

"What the hell?"

"You mean why am I not talking like some five year old? Actually, 
it's quite simple." Siddy's hands literally flew across the keyboard. 
She stopped speaking to the other women to briefly comment, "There. 
My program has now reprogrammed every security code in the computer." 
She turned around to face her once captors and asked, "Now, what 
questions do you have for me?"

Sadira asked, "How are you able to do this? You're too stupid to do this."

"You know your problem? You assume too much. For instance, when I 
came out of your device, it was clear from the way you were talking 
that you assumed my dream woman had to be some kind of idiot. Truth 
is, I find stupid women really annoying. I not only prefer smart 
women, I actually like women I'd date to be smarter than I am. It was 
simplicity itself to play up to your assumptions and act like the 
blithering idiot you assumed I was. Truth be told, I think my IQ has 
gone up by about twenty to thirty points, all thanks to you."

"No, it's not possible. Men are afraid of smart women. They know that 
we're their superiors!"

"That is the exact irrationality that I exploited to cause you to 
lower your guard. You may very well be superior to most men. Women in 
general may be superior to most men. But your assumptions that all 
men are, in fact, just savage animals incapable of anything but the 
most basic thoughts allowed me to take control of this entire 
complex."

Sadira started babbling in denial, clearly having had her entire 
world view shaken. Her assistant said, "Siddy-"

"Actually, I decided on Cindy. I suppose I could've gone with my old 
name, Sydney, but this body doesn't actually fit a unisex name like 
that."

"Look at that body! You're going to tell me that you didn't want a 
bubble head, blond slut?"

Cindy said, "Oh, I fully admit that when it comes to the physical 
parameters of what I was interested in, my tastes were a bit 
stereotypical, blond, blue eyes, big boobs, but when it comes to 
intellect, well, like I said, I prefer them really smart. As for 
being a slut, I never had any urge to pass my girlfriends around, 
although if they wanted to, I was more than willing to participate in 
a three way with another girl, but it had to be something she 
suggested."

Sadira's assistant asked, "Cindy, how did you manage to get out of your cell?"

"It was actually pretty simple, a bit of work, but simple work. I 
used the electronic door control keypad. I took it off the wall, 
rewired it, then used it to enter the computer program that I used to 
take over this base. Entering the program was the big thing. I had no 
compiler or processor. I had to do it in base eight, one digit at a 
time."

"Without a computer screen to check your work? That's more than just 
smart. That's super genius!"

"Not exactly. It's just really strong ability to visualize combined 
with a nearly perfect photographic memory, both of which I have 
thanks to you and your boss."

Sadira started muttering, "No, no, this can't be happening."

Cindy looked at Sadira and said, "Considering your current condition, 
I think you should spend some time alone," then turned back to the 
keyboard and typed in some commands. The door opened, and the robot 
holding Sadira rolled through it. Once the robot was gone, Cindy 
turned to the other and asked, "Now, what's your name?"

Sadira struggled to be free of the robot as they rolled down the 
hall, but the mechanical man had been designed too well. They got to 
one of the rooms that she was using as a cell, the door opened, she 
was thrown in, and, before she could even straighten up, the door 
closed and locked behind her. She tried her override codes, none of 
them worked. She had no choice but to sit down and wait.

A few hours later, the door opened, revealing a guard robot blocking 
the way. The robot extended its arms towards Sadira, and capture 
cables shot out to ensnare her. She tried to avoid them, but no human 
could move fast enough. She was captured and forced to be carried 
down the hall again.

She was brought into the transformation room and held in place while 
the transformation tube lowered around her. At the last second, the 
cables released her and shot away at high speed, leaving her trapped 
inside.

She didn't have to wait long before Cindy came into the room and 
said, "Back to where we met, with a slight reversal of positions."

With real fear, Sadira asked, "What are you planning to do with me?"

"Simple. I plan on doing to you what you have done all the other men 
you brought to this base. I plan on turning you into your dream 
lover."

"Oh, God, please no."

"What are you worried about? Julie, that's your assistant's name, in 
case you forgot."

"I didn't forget. I just-"

"Don't use it, instead referring to her as 'girl' or even just, 'hey, 
you'. Regardless, she informs me you're a lesbian, so you can't be 
worried about becoming a guy."

"It's just... I DON'T WANT TO BE STUPID!"

"So the truth comes out. Sadira Palmer, great advocate and proponent 
of the idea of the innate superiority of the female intellect, really 
prefers her female lovers to be stupid and pliable. Well, get ready, 
Sadira. You're about to be transformed."

"Please, no! I'd rather be dead!"

Cindy smirked and said, "You should have thought of that before you 
started all of this," and turned and walked from the room.

Sadira was in tears when the transformation light flashed down upon her.

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

ONE MONTH LATER...

Sadira felt herself fall over and be caught by a pair of feminine 
hands. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Cindy. The other 
woman said, "Welcome back to the land of living. How do you feel?"

Sadira stood up. "Strangely similar. I always wondered what the 
transformation process would be like. I guess you can understand why 
I would be reticent to have placed myself in a position to have 
experienced it before." Sadira noticed how she was speaking and said, 
"I definitely don't seem to have lost any intelligence. Strange, I 
was certain that my dream lover would have been, as you said, stupid 
and pliable."

"If I had used your program, that's definitely what you would have 
become, but I fixed the flaws in your program."

"With your new chip? No, come to think of it, that's not possible. 
You didn't have any prototypes on you will when we brought you here, 
and you didn't have enough time to either build a new one or go get 
one you had stashed. So how did you fix the system?"

"The problem wasn't with your system, at least not its mechanical 
part. The problem was with the way you attempted to change 
personalities. Your irrational fear of men caused you to try to 
change a person without actually accessing anything you deemed too 
masculine, but even the most feminine woman has some masculine 
attributes, which left too much of the personality untouched in order 
to implement selective changes."

"So what did you do to me?"

"I simply removed those parts of your personality causing your 
irrational hatred of men. I let your own ideas set your physical 
form."

Sadira looked down. She immediately noticed that her breasts were far 
larger, easily as large as any of her previous transformees. "Is 
there a mirror around? I'd like to see what I've become."

"We can stop by one of the residence rooms. I converted all of the 
cells into bedrooms for base workers, so they can sleep over as 
needed."

"I take it the program to convert all the city's male business 
leaders and technological innovators has been stopped?"

"Of course. I didn't see any reason to continue it. Do you?"

"Not anymore. Can we go to one of those rooms? I'd really like to get 
a good look at the new me."

"Certainly." Cindy extended one hand towards the door. "Shall we?"

The two walked out of the room and towards the bedrooms that had once 
been cells. Sadira said, "If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you 
change me? After everything I've done, I certainly couldn't have 
blamed you."

"Truthfully, that level of vindictiveness is no longer possible for 
me. It took all the willpower I had not to tell you not to worry 
about it and console you before your transformation."

"Not possible? What do you mean?"

"Surely it's not that hard to figure out. When it comes to bedroom 
activities, a guy may want something like this," said Cindy, waving 
her hands down her body, "but he also wants a woman who is a nice and 
kind and sweet. Very few men want their girlfriend to be any kind of 
a bitch."

"I can understand that. I suppose in your free time, you also enjoy 
baking cookies, vacuuming, and giving back rubs?"

"In other words, playing the 1950's Suzy homemaker? However did you 
guess?" Cindy asked playfully.

"I'm not sure. Maybe because every guy who's undergone a 
transformation, no matter how stupid he turned out, was about the 
same."

The two girls giggled. "I suppose in most ways my tastes were a 
little stereotypical."

"Perhaps, but I think you're incredibly beautiful."

"That is incredibly self evident. Only the fact you haven't seen 
yourself keeps that statement from being a stupid observation."

"I assume I'll see what you mean when I get a look in a mirror?" 
Cindy nodded. "So what are you planning to do with me?"

"Help you get back into the swing of things, both in terms of dealing 
with your new body and dealing with what I've changed your business 
into."

"What have you changed my business into and why not just keep running 
it yourself?"

"It's your business. If you decide to keep me on, that's your choice. 
As to what I've changed your business into, I'm using your device for 
medical changes, returning burn victims and the like back to their 
former selves."

"I was planning on doing that, but only after I finished my great 
crusade to save the world from men."

"Men aren't so bad. Of course, having been one, I can't really say 
that I'm unbiased."

"I just want to thank-you for not transforming me into some kind of 
slave to you, not that I wouldn't have deserved it. I was a real ass."

"Don't mention it. Well, we're here." Cindy pressed the button beside 
the door, causing it to slide open. They stepped inside, and Cindy 
pointed to a full length mirror mounted on one wall. "There you go, 
one mirror, ready to go."

"Thanks." Sadira stepped up and looked in the mirror. "Holy crap! I 
look exactly like you, except for these," she said, lifting up her 
new boobs.

"Yeah, just enough bigger so that people will be able to tell us apart."

"As if that voice wasn't enough."

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me. I used to think that a cute 
little girl voice was something sexy. Now that I've got one, it's a 
real hassle. I can't even order pizza! The person on the other end 
keeps asking for my mommy!" Sadira giggled, and Cindy asked, "You 
think that's funny?"

"A little."

Cindy smiled. "I suppose I can admit that it's a little funny."

"So now what?"

"Now I reintroduce you to the girls and guys in the base."

"The staff? Who'd you get to run the base?"

"Same people you had."

"The transformees, the ones that came out with average intelligence? 
I'm surprised. I thought you'd replace them with men and women better 
suited to the job. I was too paranoid to hire anybody, male or 
female, who might challenge me, so I staffed the base with 
controllable transformees and a few retarded or nearly retarded men 
to do the heavy stuff."

"Yeah, I know. I fixed them. This transformation device of yours, 
when directed to positive actions, is really a marvelous thing."

"So they're still in there?"

"Nope. My chip wasn't necessary for small scale changes as you 
thought, but it did allow for easier, cleaner, safer transmission of 
energy, allowing for a much quicker transformation. With the same 
energy, I can now do forty transformations, and each transformation 
only takes one week."

"Amazing."

"I know. Tell me something, though. How much of this device that you 
built is actually stolen technology?"

"The basic process and system is mine. After that, it's pretty much 
all from people I exploited and stole from, usually transforming them 
after I was finished with them. I'm not proud of that, well, not any 
more, and I do plan on making it up to them."

"Good to hear it, but that will be between you and them. Shall we go?"

"What about clothes?"

"If you really feel you need them, there should be a lab coat that 
will fit you in the dresser, but nudity is pretty common in the base 
now. Even after the obligation to nudity was removed, most girls 
decided that they preferred to go without clothes?"

"How many of the girls went back to being men? I assume you made that 
an option?"

"I did, but none of the girls took me up on it. A few decided to 
become shemales, but none went back to being full men."

"And you say most of them decide to go around in the buff?"

"Unless they otherwise have to, yes."

"Sounds like fun. Let's go."

The two walked out and went to the main control room. Upon entering, 
Sadira noticed both how similar and how different the control room 
was. The basic layout of control panels and machinery was still the 
same, but there were a bunch of little plants, pictures, and other 
personal paraphernalia that gave the room a whole new, more personal 
feeling. There were also a bunch more people here. Before, Sadira 
only allowed one or two other people in the control room with her, 
even though the room could've been staffed by a half dozen. Now, the 
room was full staff, bustling with movement.

After introductions were made, Julie said, "Miss Cindy, the Chamber 
of Commerce called and wanted you to call back as soon as possible."

"A woman's work is never done. Be right back. You girls talk amongst 
yourselves and get reacquainted."

After Cindy left, the tension in the room was like a palpable thing, 
and everyone was deathly quiet. Finally, Sadira said, "I want you all 
to know that I realize how bad I was before, that what I did was 
wrong, and I intend to do whatever I can to make it up to you and to 
be the best boss I can."

For a few seconds no one said anything. Finally, Julie said, "Do you 
really mean that? You really willing to do whatever it takes?"

"Yes."

"Then don't come back. Give this business over to Cindy and go away."

Sadira was utterly stunned. Truth was, she was prepared to give up 
her business, but when Cindy agreed to turn it back over to her, she 
hadn't considered the possibility of losing it again. Eventually, she 
found her voice and said, "But... But it's my business."

"Cindy is done more with your business in one month then you have in 
the last two years. Besides, we just don't trust you. Cindy says 
she's removed all the problems that you had, but even with that, 
assuming it's true, we prefer Cindy. She's kind and nice, and even 
with your psychoses removed, I don't think the same could be said of 
you."

Sadira wanted to protest, but she really couldn't. She knew she'd 
never be as kind as Cindy was, and that would always come between her 
and her employees. "All right, I'll do it."

Julie was stunned. "You will? Just like that?"

"Yes. I want to do what's best for everybody, and if that means 
leaving, then that's what I'll do. I'll go talk with Cindy now. Is 
she using my old office to do business?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Sadira turned to leave, but then turned back. "Do you mind if 
I come back to say goodbye? Or would you rather I didn't? I do feel 
affection towards you, even if I ruined any chance for any return on 
that."

"I don't suppose a goodbye would hurt."

"Thank you."

Sadira left room and walked to her old office. She knocked lightly, 
then went in. Cindy was sitting on the edge of desk, talking on the 
phone, saying, "Thanks, Jack. Talk to you later," and hung up. Then, 
to Sadira, she said, "Hi, hun, come on in." After Sadira came into 
the office, Cindy asked, "You ready to resume your position as head 
of the company?"

"That's what I came to talk to you about. The girls have decided that 
they don't want me back, that they can't trust me, and without that 
trust, I can't really serve effectively as the head of the company. 
So I've come to give the company over to you."

"I appreciate the thought, but I can't do that."

"You can't afford to be nice to me here. I just don't deserve to get 
my own business back."

"It's not just being nice to you that's the big issue here. It's 
being too nice in general. Every time I walk into a business meeting, 
part of me wants to just be ultra-nice and give the other guy 
whatever he wants. Only constantly thinking of how that would affect 
the people working here has kept me from giving the entire business 
away. If I keep trying to do your job, I'm guessing that I'll have a 
nervous breakdown or sell off the business within the next week."

"Then how do we resolve this? I don't want to force the girls to work 
with someone who they hate."

"I think they hate you only because they don't know you yet. Tell you 
what, I'll stay on as your Chief Operations Officer. That way, if 
they don't want to, the girls don't have to have a lot of contact 
with you, but I think that after they get to know you, you'll get 
plenty of visitors to your office."

"Okay, we'll give it a shot, but it's your job to talk the others 
into this, and if they don't agree, we'll have to think of something 
else."

"I think I can do that. There is one thing more that I want."

"What's that?"

Cindy stood up, walked over to Sadira, took her in her arms, and 
kissed her deeply, to which, Sadira was not hesitant to respond. 
After they finished, Cindy said, "Let's face it. Physically, we are 
each other's fantasies, otherwise we wouldn't look so much alike, so 
I want to see where this goes. I want to try a real relationship."

"Sounds like a great idea." Sadira then started another kiss, easily 
twice as passionate as the first.

-- 
"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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