              "Test Subject"
              by Pedro Vila


   "Okay, hold." Tommy Held still. He heard the familiar whine and click of electronic machinery hidden inside of the cylindrical opening of the lab wall. "Receptor in place. We have positive feedback. Okay, Tommy. What do you feel?"
   Tommy went into his imagination. The lab boys had given him many scenarios but he always liked his own favorite. He imagined himself in a bar. It was much like one he had visited in Manhattan during a spring break that seemed alive with life. In his mind, he was approaching a beautiful woman at the bar, but there were all kinds of people all around him doing and saying all kinds of things.
   This exercise suited him best for these experiments. It lent the most possibilities and was maliable to his moods and feelings. Exactly what was needed for the things they were putting into his mind.
   As he approached the woman, a person in a bunny suit came into focus and in Tommy's mind, he changed his direction to follow. He wasn't sure what to expect so he relaxed his mind and let the day dream unfold on it's own.
   The person, he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, reached out for him and started to pet Tommy down his front. This began to excite Tommy. He wanted to feel the furry gloved hand inside of his pants. Tommy began to describe what he was seeing and feeling.
   They let him go on for a bit before saying, "Okay. We got it. Thank you."
   Tommy stopped and he could hear a graduate student saying, "Well, ain't that a kick. I always wondered what the deal was with Furry's." Tommy smiled though no one could see him. Now he knew what the deal was with furry's.
   "Okay, we're going to snap you back now." said the lead tech. The machine hummed and clicked. Tommy felt nothing change, but that was pretty normal. He'd been working with the institute for many months on this project.
   The project's official name was Multi Cranial Mapping Project for Key Receptors of the Right hemisphere. MCMPKRRH as it was abbreviated for text reports, but most of the staff liked to call it, "The Nutty Professor".
   Each session would last for a few hours, half of which was just routine mapping to make sure that the key elements in Tommy's brain were still where they were in relation to the extensive mapping that he'd undergone during the initial formation of the project.
   Tommy did a walk through in his head of the same bar scene and found his interest in the bunny costume gone. "That's RC17-24-98. With a few anomalies, it looks like this whole region here deals with sexual preferences." he could hear them talking. That's what Tommy concluded half an hour ago. He'd felt some pretty strange urges in that first half hour. And he also felt he understood homosexuality differently. Still, he was glad that part was over. Tommy had a sweet girl friend that he planned on marrying someday. He'd hate to lose that.
   "Okay, Tommy. One more and we'll call it a day. Sound alright by you?"
   "Fine with me." Tommy said, his voice bouncing back hard from the close walls of the cylindrical hole for his head.
   "RC17-24-99 is off. Turning it on." Some typing. "Okay, hold."
   Whine, click. Then it was done.
   "Okay, What do you feel?"
   Tommy went into his head. He was in the bar and walking to the beautiful woman. Nobody else approached. He started a conversation with her. Though he was supplying all the answers for her, nothing seemed to happen. It felt like a boring daydream. Tommy relaxed and just let his mind wander. Still nothing.
   "I don't feel anything different." He heard the groans coming from the staff. That would mean a good deal of testing to be sure before they filed it as a none working receptor. Everybody wanted to go home. They had been there hours before Tommy even showed up, and it was Friday night too. Tommy had a date as well.
   "You're sure? Okay. Come out and we'll run the questions first."
   "Is this going to take long?" Tommy asked.
   "That depends on you."
   "Well, I got a date tonight and I don't want to be late. How about if we leave it for the day and we can do this tomorrow?"
   "I don't think that'd be a good idea."
   "Ah, come on! You know it's another dead link. I'm okay with it. It's not like I'm going to go out and kill somebody." Tommy immediately regretted that. Even though nothing like that was likely, it was always a fear for everybody. Tommy tried to save the situation. "Besides, this is all sexual stuff, right? Maybe this is the link for sexual stamina. We'd never know with the tests, but I got a date tonight and I could find out then."
   The thought of finding the sexual stamina key went through everybody's head. That would make them all famous. A few voices said they were okay with it.
   The head of the project agreed finally. "Okay. But you sign a waiver first. Anything happens, and you're on your own." Tommy thought about legal requirements just to have to take a pee, and signed the waiver. Everybody had plans and were gone before Tommy could get his coat.
   On the drive home, Tommy thought about Mavis, his girl friend. She rarely ever gave head but once in a while, and she was passed due. He was sure he could talk her into it.
   At home, he said, "Hello, squirt." to his six year old kid sister on his way to his room to change. She seemed happy as always to see him and for some reason, it felt good this time. She could be a real brat sometimes, but tonight he felt very forgiving to her. This was going to be a good night for him.
   Tommy's mother knocked at his door just as he was putting on his good shoes. She said, "We're going out later tonight. If you come back after Jill's asleep, try not to wake her, okay?"
   "No problem." he said as he bounded out the door and to the car.
   He was whistling all the way there. Tommy wondered which baby sitter Jill would get. Usually it was some high school freshman, geeky and immature. Though once it was a sixth grader with a flat chest. He wondered if it'd be her. Part of him decided that she was okay for a kid. It seemed an odd thing to think of to Tommy suddenly, but it was probably because a younger girl would be able to play with Jill better. Jill was a cute kid.
   Tommy lost all train of thought as he pulled up to Mavis's house. She greeted him at the door with a huge smile, which then faded to worry. "What's wrong? I thought you liked this outfit." she said.
   Tommy hadn't even been aware he'd been frowning at her. He shook his head and forced a smile. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. Why did she have to be so sensitive anyway?
   "Have a bad day?" she asked.
   Tommy felt minor irritation but tried to hide it. "No. It's just... Nothing. Is that what you're going to wear?"
   Mavis got a strange look on her face. "I thought this was your favorite dress? You seem really strange today. You need to talk about something? Did I do something?"
   Tommy couldn't hide his growing irritation anymore. He didn't like to be with her when she was like this. Why couldn't she just relax and be more like a kid? You know, just have fun. He said, before he could stop himself, "Maybe we should just do this some other time." He sounded cold to himself.
   Mavis got a strange look on her face and replied, "Maybe we should." She closed the door before he could say he was sorry.
   Tommy stalked off to the car with his emotions in turmoil. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought. I could have at least waited until she gave me some head. But inside he was pleased that he didn't have to pretend he liked her. Funny, it didn't ever seem like that before.
   Then it hit him as he sat in the car. The test! That last receptor did do something. But what? Make him unsociable? Maybe. He thought about going back and explaining to Mavis, but didn't think he'd do any better with his present state of mind.
   Tommy just drove home.
   His folks were still there when he pulled up. His mother came to the door with concern. "What happened? Aren't you two going out tonight?"
   He shook his head. "No. I think I'm going to just stay home tonight."
   She seemed concerned but knew to leave it. "Well, if you're going to stay here, you mind if we just cancel the baby sitter and you just watch Jill tonight?"
   Tommy knew that it wouldn't be a good idea because of the switch in his head, but he said, "Sure." quickly and was actually looking forward to it. Strange.
   "Okay. Sally will be glad. She had a lot of homework and was having trouble working us into her."
   Sally! That was the sixth grader. Tommy felt disappointment. Then he realized that he felt something weird inside when he thought about Sally. He felt like he should be in the company of kids. Maybe it was a kid-like receptor that got turned on.
   Mother stopped. "Are you feeling okay?"
   Tommy started like he'd been caught in the cookie jar. "Huh? Oh yeah. It just was a weird day at testing today. I'm all right."
   Just then, Jill came around the corner. "Are you going to stay home?" Tommy nodded. Then she stuck out her tongue and said, "Timmy!" which was what she called Tommy because other kids in school were saying it. Tommy always hated it because he knew it was from South Park and it was calling him a retard.
   Only this time, instead of snapping at her, he got an evil grin and started to chase her. Jill screamed in pleasure and ran. She like it when Tommy would play with her. Mother smiled and knew things were fine.
   Mother and father left the house not too long after.
   Tommy started to wrestle with his little sister. She giggled and squirmed in his hands. Tommy grinned at how much Jill was loving this kind of play. He was enjoying it too. Her shirt started to ride up and Tommy stopped and looked at her belly. Something stirred inside of him at the sight of the smooth skin with the little belly button that was not quite an inny or an outy.
   He looked to her face and she was watching him kind of curiously. He gave her a wicked smile and then lowered his head to give her a big belly blow. She giggled uncontrollably and struggled while he emptied his lungs over her young smooth flesh. Then his face stayed for a moment and he gave her a little nuzzle.
   Tommy was at a loss to explain to himself why he then gave her a kiss on the belly just before lifting himself up. Jill was looking at him again with the strange look, only now it also said, "I know a secret!"
   Tommy became embarrassed and pulled away. Jill started to follow with a sly look to her face. That's when he started to suspect what was wrong.
   Tommy went into the bathroom and locked the door. He did his mental exercise in the imaginary bar. He was walking to the woman. He started to see a ball pit in the corner. Inside was his sister Jill rolling around over the plastic balls with her dress hiking up on her. He wanted to touch her, to smell her underwear.
   Tommy suddenly realized that they'd made him a pedophile.
   Jill was knocking at the bathroom door. Tommy started and began to worry. Inside himself was something that wanted to open the door and let her in. Christ! He'd have to put her to bed too!
   He stood up and nervously approached the sink. He had a full erection running down one leg. It was stiff and it hurt. He splashed water onto his face. He had to get to the phone.
   Jill was teasing him at the door. "Come out. You can't get me. I know you want to get me but you can't."
   Tommy steeled himself and opened the door, but he slipped past her without looking and made a bee line for the phone in his parents bedroom.
   He called the emergency number for the lab director and waited while he was put on hold. Jill came sliding in by holding the door frame. She had a mischevious grin and was looking at Tommy, knowing she had something on him.
   "Get out!" Tommy yelled. Jill's grin faded. The director came on. Tommy couldn't say what he needed to say with his sister there. He covered the phone. "Get out, now!!" It came out worse than he planned. Jill started and ran out.
   "Who is this?" the phone asked.
   "Tommy Shawndell. I'm the test subject for MCMP... um,KRRH. I've got a problem."
   The director sounded too calm for Tommy, like he thought it'd be a prank call. "Okay. What's the problem?"
   Tommy was nervous. How do you say you've been turn into a child molester to a doctor? "There's a receptor still on in my head. And it's making me think... Well, it's making me think bad things."
   The director sounded more serious. "What kinds of things?"
   "Well.... Well, I'm having strange thoughts about my sister."
   "What kind of thoughts? Like harming her?"
   "Well, no. More like sexual thoughts."
   Tommy heard the sound of relief at the other end. "Okay. How bad is it? Can you control it?"
   "Um, I don't know."
   "Tell me exactly what happened."
   "I was playing with her and then I started to think about her body. Then I freaked out and called you."
   A sigh from the ear piece. "You sound okay. You did the right thing. You think you can hold off until morning? The lab's shut down now and it would take half the night to power it up again."
   "I don't know...."
   "Tommy, you'll be okay. I have your file here. You're a good roll model and strong leader. You can handle it."
   "I'm still don't know...."
   "Tommy! You're a big boy. You can deal with it." see you in the lab first thing eight thirty tomorrow." Then the phone clicked.
   Tommy stared at the dead line. He had a problem and the guy dismissed him like that. Tommy in the sudden silence heard his sister crying in her room. He felt lousy. He didn't mean to hurt her feelings. It wasn't her fault he became a pervert.
   Part of him wanted to stay away from her and the other part felt horrible for hurting such a beautiful little girl. The latter part won out and he walked timidly to her room to apologize.
   Jill was face down on her bed. Her little bottom making a nice little bump to her otherwise strait frame. Her thin body was jerking with tears and sobs. Tommy kept glancing back to her butt.
   Tommy felt like the worlds worst heel. "I'm sorry squirt. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Don't cry."
   She kept her face in her hands. "Well, you were mean. We were just playing and I was having lots of fun, then you yelled at me." She started a fresh round of sobs.
   Tommy, against his better judgement, sat on her bed next to her and rubbed her shoulder. "I'm sorry." He would do anything to make her happy again. "I'll play with you some more." He knew he probably shouldn't, but it would be for a good cause. And the director said he was strong enough to handle it.
   Jill looked up at him. "Really? No yelling? You haven't played with me for a long time." She slipped up and into his arms for a hug. Tommy welcomed it and it felt nice. His hand ran up and down her back. He had to stop himself from doing that.
   "What do you want to play?" Tommy asked.
   Jill got an embarrassed look to her, then said," You could chase me and tickle me some more."
   "Okay." he said as he got the evil tickle monster look and aimed it at her. Jill screamed and tried to run away. Tommy had her by her ankle and pulled her back onto the bed to him. Her pant leg slipped up from her foot and he could see her slim calf. His first instinct was to nibble on it and it seemed harmless enough, so he did and she squealed and squirmed with delite.
   He thought, this is okay. No harm to her. He grabbed her other leg and started to nibble up it as far as the pant leg would go up, which was to the knee. Then he nibbled through the pants up her leg and over one side of her butt.
   Jill was kicking and screaming in pleasure as Tommy rolled her over and started to nibble on her belly while slowly lifting her shirt up. He nibbled up her chest too and paused at her small flat nipple. Jill's giggles slowed and she watched him nibble her nipple. His hand started to slip down her side towards her hips and he had to stop himself. His hand stopped at her bare waist. It was warm and he could feel small muscles tighten as she giggled.
   Tommy stopped nibbling. What was he doing? Jill felt him stop and said, "You can do that. It's okay, I like it." He looked up at her face. She was laying on her back with her head forced up by the pillow under it, looking right at him. Her arms were up and at the sides of her head, submissively. Her lips were open and slightly wet. He could see her new front teeth shining inside her little mouth.
   Funny how it suddenly seemed so ready for a kiss. So inviting. It didn't look anything like an adult mouth. It seemed... Better.
   Tommy went back to her flat little nipple. But instead of nibbling on it, he started to tongue it in little circles. Jill's smile faded and she watched him, confused, but pleased.
   Tommy stopped himself again. This was wrong. He got up and said, "I have to go to the bathroom." and he walked out quickly.
   He locked himself in and sat on the bathtub rim. His dick was hard again and thoughts of his sisters body streamed across his vision like movie projections. His hard on wouldn't go away because his thoughts wouldn't leave a solidifying fantasy of having sex with his kid sister.
   Tommy was left with no choice but to masturbate himself. He let the thoughts go the way they wanted and he hit orgasm in moments. It felt so wrong and his release shuddered through his body like nothing he'd ever felt before.
   Satisfied he'd purged himself of his terrible desires, he flushed the toilet paper with his wiped up semen and opened the door.
   He walked away from Jill's room and went to watch TV. He sat there for a while before Jill padded out and sat next to him. Tommy watched a lame show, as he became increasingly aware of Jill sitting next to him. Soon, he was sneaking peeks at her sideways. She was zoning on the TV and not seeing his glances.
   Finally, she turned and said, "You're different."
   Tommy swallowed and asked, "How?"
   "I don't know. Do you like me more?"
   Tommy turned to look at his kid sister's face. She had the same pug nosed six year old face that he'd always remembered, but it seemed different some how. He got the distinct impression that her lips would taste sweet like candy. Tommy knew it was what had gotten changed in his brain that made her seem different. "Yeah." Tommy admitted. "I do like you more. I think you're real cute. I'm beginning to realize that you're going to be a beautiful girl when you get older." Tommy turned his body to face her. "In fact, you're beautiful now." That came out before he could think about it.
   Jill broke out into a huge grin and suddenly grabbed her older brother as she said, "I love you Tommy." She wrapped her arms around him and he, without thinking, slid her onto his lap. She straddled him and held her head to his chest.
   Tommy felt light headed as he felt his little sister's body press in to his. He lowered his head and could smell her hair. He remembered the smell and remembered how he used to tease her about how bad it was. It still held the sweaty child odor from before but now it was nice and he kept breathing it in like a drug.
   Jill wiggled a little and he became aware of where she was soft and hard, where there was baby fat and bone, and of how much her flesh would give if he tried to stretch it. With that last thought, Tommy saw a vision of himself slipping his Johnson into his little sister's soft crack. Then there was the sudden flash of "What am I doing?!" and he jerked his head up and sobered himself from the lust he'd let himself fall in to.
   Jill looked up at him, startled by his sudden jerk, and asked, "What's wrong?" He saw in her eyes the worry of him snapping at her again. Those soft, innocent eyes. Round and clear and simple. The rounded qualities of her fresh face, as if it had just been molded out of rubber. Her small mouth, slightly wet where her new teeth barely peeked out at him.
   Tommy felt more than lust for his little sister, he felt love as well. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her close, enjoying her presence. "Nothing, squirt. It's just nice holding you."
   She plunked her head back against his chest. "It's nice holding you too."
   Tommy kissed her hair and then laid his head back as he closed his eyes. He still felt where her arms, legs, and body touched against him. He just let his mind wander, trying to keep it clear of thoughts of fucking.
   His thoughts constantly went back to Jill and memories of her growing up. He saw snippets of her running or playing, in shorts with tender white legs showing as they pumped at the grass. He saw images of her in her pajamas, kneeling while she played with a Barbie Doll. Her back curved with her shoulders strait and head bowed down.
   Tommy just relaxed and enjoyed the disconnected visions, all of Jill being herself. He didn't know how long he'd been dreaming when he saw himself getting married to her and then a hotel room for their honeymoon. Tommy jerked up again.
   Jill was asleep on his lap. It was close to her bed time and he'd forgot to make her take a bath. Just as well. He wasn't sure if that would be a good idea in his current state.
   He shook her. "Jill. Wake up." Jill squirmed but stayed asleep. He held her head up and she looked out for the count. He sweet mouth popped open when he held her head up to see. She was dead tired. She wouldn't wake up. Tommy's heart was racing and he felt weak. Nobody would know.
   He looked around, though he knew they were alone, and then he kissed her mouth. He stopped and watched. No movement. His tongue came out and he slowly brought it close to her little lips, watching nervously for any signs of her waking.
   He tasted her upper lip first. He thought it would be sweet, but he'd tasted nothing. He tasted deeper, her lower lip first, then farther into her waiting mouth. His tongue started to snake past her teeth when she suddenly made a little peeping noise and moved her head.
   Tommy jerked back and waited, his heart pumping like thunder. Jill stayed asleep. But it was enough for him to come to his senses. He needed to put her to bed and away from him and his desires.
   "Come on, honey." He called her honey? "Time for bed." he said s he picked up her limp form. She murmured something and let her arms and legs drop. He carried her up the stairs and to her room where her pajamas were already laid out on her bed.
   He'd have to change her! He should just leave her in her clothes and leave. But then he'd never get to baby sit her alone again. What was he thinking? He didn't ever want to baby sit her before, and after he gets his head fixed, he won't want to again anyway.
   He stood at the door but didn't leave. She laid on her bed, on her back, with her legs slightly apart. Her shoes were still on. He'd have to take them off. Tommy built up his resolve and walked back to her limp and unconscious form. He sat carefully on the bed next to her and watched, wondering how he was going to do this.
   Nothing to think about. He reached for her closest shoe and pulled the velcro back. It made a loud ripping sound and echoed around the room. Jill was still deeply asleep. He pulled her sock off and admired her damp foot with it's little toes. It was so cute to look at that he had an urge to suck on it.
   He pulled off her other shoe and sock and then both feet were bare and inviting. Tommy didn't see anything wrong with maybe playing with her feet. It wasn't sexual, right?
   He slipped down to the floor and peered at her toes from a foot away. His tongue snaked out and tasted her middle toe. Then, before he could think about it, an urge overwhelmed him and he had half of her foot in his mouth. He stopped and tried to think how it had happened. He'd just did it. That was all. Tommy experimented with his tongue and felt and tasted around and in between her toes.
   His pants filled with his engorged penis.
   Something inside Tommy's mind gave in and he reached up to unbutton her little pants. The toes weren't enough anymore and he crept up to her belly and nuzzled it with his nose and lips. His head swirled with intoxication.
   He had to strip her for bed. If she woke up, that's what he'd say. With anticipation, he pulled her pants off. Her underwear came down a little on one side and her baby skin bare thigh was exposed for him to see and nuzzle. He did, and he smelled the slight smell of her urine nearby.
   Thousands of desires hit him at once. Desires to smell, taste, touch, lick, pull, push, probe, drink, eat, rape, and love in all kinds of combinations. But Tommy cut strait to what he wanted most.
   Tommy pulled her panties off and spread her legs. Jill was still asleep and he found her private places unresisting. He saw white puffy skin, tacky from being cramped up in her pants, and just beginning to come apart.
   He started by gently running his tongue just across the surface of her slit. He didn't taste anything though and wanted to actually taste her. Tommy slid his tongue smoothly in between her damp lips and found the well. Then he could taste her. It had a mildly sharp tang to it and it made Tommy think of Jill.
   Tommy's eyes went wide and he suddenly came hard into his shorts. At the same time, Jill moaned and tried to turn over. Tommy's head was blocking her and all Tommy could do was stay frozen while he tried to stifle his orgasm.
   He was able to finally drop when he saw her arm start to move towards him. He got out of reach and she turned over, leaving her butt exposed. Tommy looked up to see how she was laying. Her left leg was up and that left her prize showing but closed.
   Tommy waited while his blood pumped wildly, making him shaky. He heard her go into deep breathing soon and knew she was deep asleep. He reached up, ready to drop out of sight, and moved both her body and the pillow she was holding until her legs were both open and at the edge of the bed.
   This was better. Her lips parted wide open and he could see her small pinkness form a way in. Tommy got right up to it and took a slow sniff. A faint odor of what he had tasted. It reminded him of how quickly he'd cum and he would love to feel that again.
   Tommy dropped his shorts and held his damp cock in his hand. He looked deeply into his sisters girlhood and wanted it really bad. He had already started to throb in his hand as he pressed his face flush up to her jackpot and probed into her with his tongue.
   He found her developing clit and pressed against it first, then he slid up to her opened entrance. He probed in deeper. Tommy suspected he'd gotten an inch of his tongue into her before he couldn't find the way in farther. He brushed his tongue around inside her and it seemed that maybe she could take something wider.
   Then he smelled her anus. It was right there in his nose. It made everything he tasted richer in flavor and sex. He brushed his tongue up into it. It didn't taste as strong as it smelled. He slipped his tongue to the anus itself and pressed into her. This felt like it could give for him.
   Tommy's cock was vibrating in his hand as he tongued his sisters ass hole until it started to open for him. The tip began to enter her insides. He started to cum. He moaned and his sister's bottom vibrated with it. He was starved for this, he couldn't control himself. His free hand went to her side and pulled her into him. His other hand stopped to help and suddenly her legs dropped to his shoulders and she was almost on him.
   Tommy was still cumming when his hand went back to his throbbing cock and started a whole new round of orgasms. His tongue suddenly slid much deeper into his sisters open bum and he was almost blinded by the intense feelings. An intense urge hit him to shoot his cum into her little box and before he could think, he stood clumsily and pressed himself to her while holding her open with his fingers.
   Only he went too stiff and it popped up and sprayed cum all over her hair, back, bottom, and the bed sheets. He jerked and then pushed himself sloppily to her anus and hold the rest shooting into her.
   All he could do was hold himself tightly and ride it out in her ass.
   It seemed to last forever, then it was suddenly too short. He felt himself start to go weaker. He blew out a breath and it seemed to echo in the room. He became very aware of her anus starting to clench in irritation and realized that he had pushed himself in by an inch. He slowly slid himself out, barely able to stand strait while he tried to push her body slowly back over the bed completely.
   Then he froze as Jill suddenly climbed back into her bed. Had she been awake? Tommy felt panic as he dropped out of sight and onto the floor. He heard her stop moving, and then start again. She was trying to get comfortable and seemed not able to. Tommy peeked up for a second to see how she was laying. He was beginning to feel very paranoid.
   Jill was facing away from him and trying to curl up while pulling her shirt to cover her round bottom up. She was cold. Tommy slid across the floor and grabbed some underpants and pajama bottoms there, then pulled up his shorts as he stood.
   Deep breath, then he acted like nothing was wrong and began to put her underwear and pajama bottoms on. Jill stayed sleepy and barely helped. But as he was putting the covers over her she asked "Wha' were you doing?"
   Tommy said evenly, "I was putting on your pajamas."
   "No, before."
   Tommy had had some experience with fooling teachers. He treated this as such. "I was getting you ready for bed. There was no before." he said with the implication that she was being odd.
   Jill didn't say anything and seemed to go back to sleep. Tommy said, "Goodnight." and he walked backwards out of her room then shut the door. Then he stood there and shook with his eyes closed. What the hell had he just done?
   He had actually molested his own kid sister. How the hell could he have done such a despicable act?
   Tommy suddenly understood how he had allowed himself to cross the uncrossable line. He had simply wanted it so badly, he would have paid any price. Only looking at it now, with the legal issue too, it didn't seem like such a good bargain.
   He began to think of ways he might have left evidence of his wrong doing. He looked down at his shorts and knew they'd been soaked with his first load. But they were off the next time. Tommy went back into her room and started to rub the carpet with his sock where he suspected he might have cum. His sock started to get wet on the toes and he knew he'd hit something.
   He couldn't find anymore and he the stood still and took another look at his sisters covered little body. She was very quiet. He remembered what she felt and tasted like. There were the feelings. Tommy isolated them and labeled them the Nutty Professor Mistake in his head.
   He would go down first thing in the morning to get it fixed and hope to god that Jill didn't remember anything.
   Jill murmured, "No" and a split second later, Tommy keyed into her having just said it. His thoughts came to a halt and panic set in. Tommy backed away and out once again.
   His face felt drained of blood as he walked back and into the bathroom to brush the scent of evidence from his teeth and wash his face. Tommy buried his clothes in the laundry basket and then went to bed, thinking.
   He laid there and thought for a long time before sleep took him. He mostly worried.
   
   The alarm went off and for a moment, Tommy didn't remember a thing. Then it all hit him and he robotically got out of bed. He didn't stop to see if anybody else was up and made a bee line right for his car.
   He was early and he stopped for a espresso before going to wait outside the lab door.
   It was an hour and a half later before the supervisor showed up. By then, Tommy was jumpy from picturing police coming to get him any time. The super saw his demeanor and asked, "Are you okay?"
   Tommy said bluntly, "Change me back. I don't like the things this is making me feel like doing."
   The super paused and regarded Tommy. "Really? Like what things?"
   Tommy lost his patience. "Change me back. Now!"
   The super saw his impatience and knew Tommy wasn't going to satisfy his curiosity right then. He'd have to humor him and then lead the conversation. He opened the door. "Come in then."
   Tommy slid into the room and took a quick look outside before shutting it. It hadn't happened without being observed by the super.
   The supervisor began the warm up for the Nano Scopic Magnetic Manipulator which required pushing buttons and typing things onto keyboards. Then he sat back and said, "It's going to need a half an hour like this before we can go any further. Now, why don't you tell me exactly what happened?"
   "Um, I'd rather not." Tommy said guardedly.
   "It in your contract." The super replied smoothly. "You can't withhold any information from us regarding how they effected you. Subject to court hearings and forfeiture of pay."
   The last thing Tommy wanted was to tell those things in court, and broke too. He relented and told the supervisor everything including how he would flip flop from revulsion to lust without knowing it at first.
   Then Tommy stopped to thing, then said, "If I got into legal troubles because of this, how are you going to help me?"
   The super leaned back, "We're not."
   Tommy felt suddenly vulnerable. He swallowed hard. "Uh. Um. You're not?"
   "No, Tommy." said the supervisor officially. "You signed a waiver, remember? We recommended you stay and have the problem reversed. You wanted to go. You signed a waiver waving your rights to hold us liable for your decision."
   "But that's not right! It's your guys's fault. You should take at least some of the blame."
   "Nobody twisted your arm to sign that waiver. Now, you want it switched back or not?"
   Tommy didn't hesitate. "Fuck, yeah!"
   The computer beeped and the supervisor went back to booting up the system. Tommy fumed in silence. He couldn't think of an argument but wasn't ready to give in.
   Finally, everything was ready. Another tech had come in shortly before and things looked ready to start for the day. Tommy was asked to lay in the hole, and the overview map was scanned and synced to the hard data, mapping and correcting minor adjustments to get the exact position of the receptor labeled RC17-24-99. Then the buzzing sound filled the hole. It was always louder during the early portions of the testing.
   "Done." said the metallic voice of the intercom. "Okay, Tommy. You're free to go." That was the supervisor, saying it in a way that made Tommy feeling like the super enjoyed screwing Tommy.
   He had no reason left to stick around. He started to slowly walk out. He took one last look at the supervisor of the project, who then said, "Be careful with yourself. We don't want to lose our investment in you." It didn't make Tommy feel any better.
   Tommy drove around, not knowing where to go. He didn't want to go home because he was still feeling paranoid, but after a while he came to the conclusion that it would be better if he was there first to maybe stop things before they became out of control.
   So he drove back home, slowly, and nervously. He started thinking of things to say to Jill if she asked again about last night. He came up with a dozen that all seemed to sound good and he tried to figure out which one to choose before he got home.
   He had a good idea of what kinds of things he could answer for almost any question she might ask as he pulled up to his family home.
   The answers disintegrated when he saw the police cruiser in the driveway. His mother was looking upset with two officers and they all turned to look at him from hearing his car pull up.
   His mother suddenly looked right at Tommy with deadly anger in her eyes.
   Tommy knew right then that he was about to get busted.

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