Knowing Your Girlfriend - TG

Chad stifled a yawn as he clicked the link his girlfriend had sent him, looking over the title with disinterest. "Knowing you're girlfriend," he muttered under his breath, clicking it. He wondered for a moment what the meaning behind it was, before shrugging it off as meaningless.

"Do you think your girlfriend is satisfied after a night in bed with you?" whispered a voice, making him blink until he realized it was coming from his computer. He stared at it for a few moments before clicking the yes button.

"Did it ever occur to you that she might not like you answering that question?" demanded the voice louder now. He blinked at it again, wondering how they'd made it sound, before shrugging it off and clicking the no.

"Typical," it muttered, making him blush a little in chagrin as the next question popped up on the screen. "Do you know her favorite color?"

He clicked blue, listening with a slight feeling of satisfaction as the computer let out a snort. The questions came quicker, then. Personal details he knew. Womanly details about her period he knew nothing about. Demands on how he felt about her mother. He answered them all, blushing at various times when the computer yelled at him.

"Do you even know what it's like to have your breasts touched?" it demanded, after a moment, anger petering through the words. "Or do you just get all grabby on her, and hope it feels good? Ever give her a breast massage or anything?"

"Like I'd know how the hell to do that," he muttered, reaching for the no. The screen changed before he could click down, bringing a sound of surprise from his lips as he stared at the machine.

"Processing," it muttered. "Processing… determining just how much of a chauvinistic pig's ass you are… Processing some more…"

"Hey!" He pressed his knuckles into the wood as he stared at it, ignoring his discomfort as he glared at the computer. "What the hell do you mean?"

"Taking points off your score for meaningless threats and useless questions…"

He flushed again, gawking uselessly at it as it beeped. He tapped a finger against the monitor after a moment, flicking a finger nail against the glass. "Can you… hear me?" he asked, feeling stupid. It turned into pain as a shock passed through his finger, making him pull back with a yelp of shock as his body began to tremble.

"Teaching you not to poke things," it added, going blank for a moment as he felt his body turn rigid. The screen flickered back a moment later, his eyes locked uselessly on it as a picture of a woman formed. She looked familiar, he thought, staring at her. His gaze trailed against her brown hair, flicking to her eyes for a moment before trailing down to the tight red dress that covered her pert little breasts.

"Excuse me," she snapped, drawing his attention back to her eyes. "Would you please stop staring at yourself? God, no wonder I gave myself this punishment…"

My…self?

"Yeah," she muttered, making him wish he could show surprise. "Your last punishment is to send a test back in time to - look, it doesn't matter! Just get with the bloody computer program, 'cause you've already been assigned the same punishment I got. We got. Whatever. Three months of intense empathy training to help you bring out your better traits. Don't bother trying to argue," she added, seemingly an afterthought. "I've already thought every argument you're thinking, and it'll just hurt more if you try to move."

He tried to feel his body anywhere, tried to control his arms as pains and needles burst through his body. He gasped, his effort falling away with the sensation as the woman sighed. "Told you," she muttered, snapping her fingers as the cords stretched through the screen.

He couldn't look away as the wrapped around his body, the electricity flowing through him as they gripped. He felt the pins and needles again, softer this time as they reached through his being. His knees went wobbly as feeling returned to them, the clothes suddenly loose as they crumpled. He felt himself still shrinking inside him, the thighs thickening as the legs shrank down and his hips burst out, shoving them downwards as he pushed himself out of his pants. The cords began to unwrap, the end smacking into his groin as it went. He didn't feel anything for a moment, until a bolt of electric shock passed through him, the skin splitting open as he felt whatever was left of his manhood slide inside.

Chad felt the cords continue to unwrap from her, confusion more than fear flowing through her as the air touched upon her newly slenderized waist. She could feel the changes going on inside, still, her stomach flattening as her muscles lost their definition, her body turning daintier than her girlfriend's as hair grew inside the mass of wires. She felt it flooding across his body, growing more than there was room to contain it.

Mostly she felt her breasts, nipples rubbing against the cloth in a flurry of pleasure until the first rush of feelings ran away, leaving nothing but discomforted flesh. She sighed in relief as the cords unwrapped, freeing her enough to pull up the shirt and let them hang free. She shook her head when the last wires came off, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off and sighing with relief.

Hesitantly she picked herself up the room, realizing what had happened for the first time. "Honey?" she called, new voice tremulous as she spoke the first words of her temporary new life. "I think I'm gonna need some new clothes…" she hesitated, blushing a little when she noticed her free hanging breasts. "And maybe a bra…. And some panties…"