by Alyson Belle
Before he could begin to puzzle it out, he realized that one of the stars, a pink one with a faint green outline, was growing bigger by the second. It almost seemed to be zooming towards him. He watched, fascinated, as it swelled in the middle of starfield. Then, suddenly, it burst in front of him, revealing a ravishing woman standing on a disk that matched his own. It docked next to him, and she stepped across, smiling at him. Her avatar was taller than his, with the same proportions but different coloring. She was pale and blonde, with sapphire eyes and sharp features. High cheekbones, long nose; still beautiful, but more of a Roman Aphrodite than a tanned lingerie model. She wore clothes to fit the part: a white toga dress draped over one shoulder, tapering to her waist before flaring out into a pleated skirt, and golden gladiator sandals criss-crossed her feet before winding their way up to her knees. The hem of her pleats barely covered her ass. Mike was glad he didn’t have to worry about erections right now, although he did have to stifle a yelp at an involuntary pulse from his clit and another burst of slickness between his legs.
She was still smiling at him. He smiled back, feeling dopey, and suddenly shy.
“Hi there! You’re looking bashful,” she said.
“Um… thanks,” he replied. He was startled to hear the high, musical timbre of his voice. But obviously it would be female now. He fought back the urge to test it with a scale of notes.
“Well, get in here,” the woman said. Before he could protest she grabbed Mike’s wrist and pulled him onto her disk. As his foot crossed the threshold, the scene shifted around them…
…and then they were somewhere else.
He was standing in a small, door-less room done all in shades of scarlet. Each of the four walls was draped corner to corner in flowing velvet, with two low, richly-upholstered couches pushed into an L-shape in the corner. Kitty-corner to them, a queen-sized bed nestled in the other corner. Short cylindrical lamps that flickered with simulated candlelight ran along the base of the walls, throwing up soft, muted tones of yellow and orange that licked the drapes like tongues of harmless flame. It was warm here, warm enough that he felt his muscles relax from their instinctive tightening after the jarring transition. Was that cinnamon he smelled? Small was the wrong word to describe the room, he now realized. Every detail of the space seemed calculated to provoke a sense of intimacy. The designer had succeeded, as far as Mike was concerned.
“Close your mouth,” said the woman in Roman attire. “Unless you’d like me to find something to put there.” She was seated with legs crossed on one of the couches, her arm draped across the back. She raised an eyebrow.
Mike’s mouth snapped shut. He gave a tight smile, unsure of what to say.
The woman looked at him strangely now, eyes concerned. “What’s up with the default clothes? Are you in a hurry or something? And hey, I thought you had a sleep-over tonight…”
Uh-oh. Mike had a suspicion that he knew who he was standing in the room with, and it was growing side by side with a grasping panic that was whipping his pulse to an ever-quickening beat.
“Oh, you know…” he said. Think fast. Think faster. “I decided to log on real quick before I left. So yeah, default clothes.” He hadn’t even thought to change his avatar’s clothes, but of course Kyla would.
The woman seemed to buy it. Or at least she seemed to relax. She smiled at him again and got up then, walking towards him until she was standing just inches away, one hand resting casually on her hip. Her eyes looked huge, framed in thick black eyeliner. He could smell her perfume now, understated and classy, mixing faintly with the raw scent of her skin. It made his knees a little weak. She was uncomfortably close, if only because he didn’t trust himself not to lean the few remaining inches forward and melt into her lips. He felt his nipples harden.
She grasped his chin lightly between her thumb and forefinger, tilted his head back ever so slightly, moved her lips an inch closer. “I think it’s cute that you logged in just to say goodbye to your girlfriend,” she said softly. Her hand slid past his hair to gently grip the back of his neck.
Mike fought to conceal the panic that had his heart hammering against his chest. He forced himself to keep still, to keep smiling. It was Amy holding him in place, Amy whose hot breath was making him so horny his avatar was almost dripping. Amy who was most definitely going to tell Kyla that Mike was joyriding in her virtnet account. He had to get out of here…
And then Amy pulled him forward and kissed him.
It was a deep, sweet kiss, glistening lips pressing against his own while her free hand started to stroke his long hair in sweeping movements down his arching back. The hand at his neck dropped down to grab his ass and she yanked his hips forward to meet her own. Their clothing was crushed between them. She held him tightly in place, and his toes turned in as he felt a warmth start to grow in his crotch that made him want to squirm against her.
Her face pulled back half an inch, eyes holding his gaze. Her hand didn’t move. “You must have just a little time before you leave…” she teased, smiling.
“No, I d-don’t think so…” he managed to stammer.
“No?” she purred. She leaned in once more and gently drew her teeth along his neck, which also drew an unexpected sigh out of him. His legs shook once more.
“N-no, I really don’t…” This was agony. Why did it have to be Amy? He was dying to give in to her, but there was too much risk!
“Wait, no for real?” Suddenly she was holding him by his shoulders and had stepped back to arms length. “Like really? Why did you log in then?” Her mischievous smile had wilted into a pout.
“No reason in particular,” he said. That was a stupid thing to say, he thought then.
Her eyes narrowed. “No reason?”
“I mean, just to see you.”
“And have a nice conversation.”
“Yep.”
“But not fool around.”
“Nope.”
“Because there isn’t time.”
“Speaking of…”
“Unh-uh. No way.” Her eyes glazed over. Had she pulled up her personal control menu? Then she refocused on Mike.
“What was that?” he asked.
“You’re acting weird. I don’t like it. What’s going on?” she demanded.
It was time to go. This might be the chance of a lifetime, but it wasn’t worth getting caught over. He shuddered to think what would happen if anyone found out what he was doing. Amy might tell Kyla someone had logged in, but she’d never know it was Mike. He ran the command to jack out.
Nothing happened.
He pulled away from her, shocked, and tried to run it again. It was a simple mental command. Once more, no result. He looked around in a panic. The lack of doors in the room seemed more ominous, suddenly. He’d never been stuck in virtnet before… let alone in a girl’s body. A light sweat broke out across his back.
“Oh no,” Amy said. “I have my private console up. I can see you trying to exit. I locked the room.”
“You can do that?” he asked.
Amy frowned. “Of course. It’s my room. My rules. You know that I…” She trailed off, eyeing him suspiciously. Suddenly she gestured and a small virtscreen appeared floating in the air next to her. It was her console, no longer private. She grabbed it like a tablet computer and started tapping at a program, glancing up at Mike periodically.
“Whoa!” she said, taking a step back. “These aren’t Kyla’s brain patterns I’m reading… who the hell are you?” Mike gasped. Amy looked furious.
“How can you possibly tell that?”
She waved the virtscreen at him. “Special programs. Something I whipped up in my spare time. I don’t know who you are but you have no idea who you’re messing with.”
Mike felt his temper flare up then. What right did she have to lock him into virtnet? “Maybe I do, Amy Saunders. Maybe you should let me go right now if you know what’s good for you.” He pointed a finger at her and stuck his chin out defiantly, annoyed
that those threats didn’t sound very threatening coming from the dulcet voice of a girl two inches shorter than Amy.
Amy waved her hand towards him. He felt his wrists snap together in front of him, and a sudden weight on them pulled him tottering to his knees, hands slamming against the floor. He winced at the pain as his breasts bounced on the way down, and then he felt similar weights slide over his ankles. He struggled and struggled, shaking against the invisible bonds, but couldn’t move his hands or feet. It was like he was chained to the plushly carpeted floor, bottom waving in the air as he fought. Panic clawed at him again, but he pushed it down and glared up at Amy through angry eyes.
“Let me go. Now.” He tried to make his voice sound authoritative, but it came out sounding more like a breathy sex slave’s voice.
“You’re not in much of a position to make threats,” she replied. She flicked her hand and he felt something hard and supple strike him across the ass. It left a thin, burning line that crossed both cheeks, and he felt his eyes water at the pain, anger melting into fear as he tried in vain to wiggle away from it. His bindings held him tight. He burned with shame at the involuntary squeak that popped out of his pretty mouth when it happened.
“I can do more than make you squeak,” Amy said. “Now talk. How do you know my name? How did you get into Kyla’s account?” He couldn’t tell her the truth, and he didn’t know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut, whimpering softly. She flicked a few more times and Mike felt the same burning length smack him again and again. He tried to grit his teeth and take the pain, but finally his lips parted and he cried out. This was terrible. He had seen porn like this, masturbated to porn like this, but never imagined how bad (and still somehow good) that burning sting would feel. The high-pitched noises he was making were actually turning him on. His brain struggled to resolve the erotic feelings with the humiliation of being the girl who was punished.
“Please stop…” he begged, tears rolling down his face. “I can’t tell you...”
Her eyes flicked back to the virtscreen and she frowned. “Strange… your brain patterns are so similar to Kyla’s, but I know you’re not her…” She looked at him again.
“Mike?” she asked, eyes widening.
Mike wanted to die just then. He felt a deep, deep shame rising up inside of him. It burned with a rushing warmth that spread through his whole body, and though he tried to prevent the blush from blooming on his face, there was nothing he could do. Even without a mirror, he knew his face had turned a deep enough crimson to match the color scheme of the room.
Amy didn’t miss the significance of that blush. She tossed her golden curls back over her shoulder and laughed and laughed at him until her eyes were brimming with tears. Bound as he was, all he could do was wait in humiliation while she wiped them away and calmed herself.
“Please, please Amy…” he said. “You can’t tell Kyla. She’ll tell my dad. She’ll tell everyone. Please…”
“Oh Mikey, Mikey, Mikey…” Amy said, still fighting back giggles as her laughter died down. “Who knew that you had such adorable little fantasies?” She started tapping her lower lip as if considering what to do with him. “You look so cute down on all fours like that, wearing your sister’s avatar.”
He felt the blood rush through his face again.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Amy asked, her face dancing with amusement. “You like being a helpless little girl, subject to my every whim?” She crouched down near his face to whisper in his ear. “This is your deepest, darkest fantasy, isn’t it Mike?” He could feel the heat of her breath on his ear, turning him on. He wanted to protest, but his back arched without his consent, pushing his bottom higher. “Do you want to know what one of my fantasies is?” He felt her hand on his ass, suddenly, sliding down toward his sex. She stopped just short, fingers cupped against Mike’s inner thigh and rubbing in warm little circles. “I’ve always wanted to take a boy and turn him into a pretty little girl,” she whispered, forcing a single fingertip through glistening lips and gliding up the length of his wet, hot pussy. He gasped at the explosion of sensation and he jerked forward, but he was still locked to the floor. He was shaking with excitement, burning with shame.
“Please, Amy…” he panted out. “You can’t tell anyone…”
“Oh, I won’t,” she promised. “But you’re going to pay for my silence before I release you, little slave. First we’re going to have some fun.” She straightened up from her crouch and returned to her virtscreen. Mike whimpered at the dull ache her finger had left between his legs. His whole body shook with need to have her come back and finish what she’d started.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said. “I’m going to have my fun with you, and if you’re very good and play along very well, I’ll let you go and never tell anyone this happened. Deal?”
Did he really have a choice? He held her eyes and nodded, still quivering.
“Good girl,” she said, smiling faintly. “First things first. You do look cute in your sister’s avatar, but it’s a little too weird for me. Let’s get you into something a little different.” She was tapping and sliding at her virtscreen, but Mike couldn’t tell what she was doing. Suddenly he was pulled to his feet, hands and legs snapping out around him. He hung there spread eagle, breasts heaving, stuck in the position. He saw Amy smirk at him over the top of her virtscreen. He had the strangest sensation of his body changing, but he couldn’t say how or what had changed. It was definitely still a female avatar, whatever she was doing. Then he felt his shift melt into two different pieces, rougher and tighter than before. One of them bound and lifted his breasts while the other clung to his hips and tightened snugly between the cheeks of his ass.
After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of build, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked… well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.
“That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.
“How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.
“Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”
He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.
“I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out… Mikala.”
What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun… it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.
Mikala blinked. What had Amy just done to her?
“Poor girl,” teased Amy. “I can see you’re confused.” She brushed her virtscreen to the side, where it hovered in the air, and slinked towards Mikala with a sly smile. Amy towered over her now. She reached out and rested a finger on Mikala’s lip, halting the stream of questions that threatened to come tumbling out of the trembling girl.
“Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squ
irmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”
Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.
“I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.
“Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.
Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.