Freddy On the Loose: Part 3

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One of the tenets of the game Teenagers From Outer Space is that while there are sexual situations there's no actual sex. Writing these tales I kept walking the line between mildly salacious and outright porn. Sometimes, after posting to TSA and TG Stories I had to make things a bit milder before posting to my Web page.

TFOS: Freddy On The Loose, Part 3

by

Rodford Edmiston

Note: This story uses background and concepts from the Teenagers From Outer Space role-playing game, Copyright 2001 R. Talsorian Games, Inc. The characters and story are Copyright Rodford Edmiston Smith.

By the end of the first week the students were settling into the routine. Friends and enemies were made, alliances formed, some school-related information was learned, and some education even occurred. There were still adjustments to make, of course, but all-in-all Freddie was enjoying the school... particularly the co-ed gym classes. Though the time he'd been paired off against a husky alien woman from a high-gravity planet in wrestling had left Karen not speaking to him the whole rest of the day. Even though there was absolutely nothing (well, almost nothing) sexual about the situation.

Lunch was another part of this school which Freddy enjoyed. The human food was actually good, at least most of the dishes. The alien foods were quite interesting, and some of them tasty. He'd amazed several of his new friends with his ability to eat alien food without unpleasant side effects. Unfortunately, this tolerance meant that some of the alien dishes he recommended to humans weren't actually edible by most of them.

Freddy was trying some horrible-looking, spicy brown stuff, when one of his new friends sat down across from him.

"Hi, Jim," said Freddy, waving with his fork. "Say, have you tried this brown stuff? It's pretty good. Tastes like cinnamon baked apples."

"Actually, I think that is cinnamon baked apples," said another of Freddy's tablemates.

"You remember the Boy/Girl Gun Doctor Sumt'ang used to switch you and Karen's sex?" asked Jim, somewhat ungrammatically, as he spooned Jell-O into his mouth.

As usual during lunch the boys and girls segregated, but Jim's question had been aimed at both Freddy and Karen, and therefore loud enough to be heard by both of them. As well as by everyone near them.

"How could I forget?" said Karen, with a grimace.

"Yeah, I've still got the scars," said Freddy.

Karen glared at him, and he knew he'd done it again.

"I still have the Hrpblple," said Hrpblple, shuddering at Jim's consumption of something resembling him, and glad it was lime and not grape.

"Well, it's a commercial product, available from alien catalogs and stores. There's been a lot of people buying them and using them to snipe."

"You mean change people without their consent?" said Freddy, a bit startled.

"Yeah. They apparently have a range of several hundred feet, though the beam doesn't go through most solids. Anyway, the snipers have caused some panic in a few places. The things are still rare, too, so some folks have stayed the other sex for days until they could get changed back."

"Well, it's not that big a deal," said Freddy, shrugging. "I mean, I much prefer being a guy, but there could be some advantages."

He grinned. Leered, actually.

"Like using the girl's showers."

He had the nerve to be surprised when the pie Karen threw hit him in the side of the face.

* * *

"I'm really glad your parents let us go on this picnic today," sighed Freddy, laying on his back and contemplating the sky.

"Well, they figure you're safe enough in the daytime," said Karen, grinning and wrinkling her nose at him.

"I just wish my paper route paid more," said Freddy, rolling over and looking at her, "so I could afford to take you on a real date. Now that school's started I'm having trouble finding another job, one I can work after school."

"Picnics are fun," said Karen, shrugging. "I thought your parents were rich, though."

"Yeah, but Dad says I should earn anything over and above basic expenses myself, instead of getting an allowance for them." Freddy sat up. "Is there any more of that potato salad left?"

Freddy was just reaching for the bowl when he felt a momentary disorientation. Then a strange, but somehow familiar, sensation.

"Aw, no," groaned Freddy, "not again!"

Freddy stared in disbelief at her bulging t-shirt, the large nipples topping her generous breasts making distinct knobs in the fabric. Karen giggled. Then let out a very unmanly scream as the mysterious gender sniper struck again.

"Ow. Ow. Ow," said Karen, fumbling at his bra. "This thing is digging into me."

"Well, don't damage it," muttered Freddy, blushing as she hunched her shoulders forward to take the pressure off her t-shirt. "I may need it."

"It wouldn't fit," muttered Karen, glaring at her as he finally got the undergarment free. "I'm glad I wore slacks instead of that skirt I was first thinking of."

Despite the situation Freddy snickered at the concept of Karen being envious of her chest.

"Looks like it's just us, got zapped" said Freddy, glancing around. "Which isn't surprising. We're the only ones nearby. Don't even see any sign of the sniper."

"He must be over in those trees," said Karen, rising clumsily to his feet.

"Don't bother," sighed Freddy, pushing her hair back out of her eyes. "If that's where they were they'd be long gone before we got there."

"If we don't find who did this, how do we get changed back?!" demanded Karen, agitatedly. "The only other Boy/Girl Gun I know of is at school. I'm not gonna be a boy all weekend! Not to mention how my Mother would react if I came home looking like this. Though my Father always did want a son..."

"Yeah, they'd never let us date again," said Freddy, with a grimace of distaste. She suddenly brightened. "Hey, the mall with that new alien goods store is not too far from here. They'll probably have one!"

"Yeah, but how much do they cost?" was Karen's glum rejoinder.

"I guess we'll just have to go and see," said Freddy, starting to pack.

"Wow, you've got a great ass," said Karen, enviously, as he watched Freddy moving around on her hands and knees.

"Not as good as yours," Freddy replied quickly.

"You can't even see yours to tell," snickered Karen, "but thanks."

"This is really uncomfortable," groused Freddy, fighting the swing of her large breasts as she gathered their picnic gear. "This is one time I wish I took after Mom's side of the family. They're not nearly this well endowed."

"I never thought I'd hear a guy say he liked small boobs," snickered Karen.

"Well, it's different when you have to wear them."

Riding their bikes to the mall was an... interesting experience. They were both about the same height as before, which helped, but other anatomical differences caused problems.

"These boy things are killing me," groaned Karen, standing on the pedals. "I can't sit; I'll have to stand the whole way!"

"This is actually kinda... nice," said Freddy, rocking on the saddle, a strange, silly smile on her face.

"You pervert!" yelled Karen, wishing he had something appropriate to hit her with. "That does it. You're standing up the whole way, too!"

"Aw, gee," sighed Freddy, obeying.

* * *

"Well, they're *Clang!* 30," said the clerk, staring at Freddy's chest.

The pair (Freddy and Karen, not Freddy's breasts; get your mind out of the gutter!) needed a moment to remember that the clanging sound was the untranslatable name for the intergalactic currency. They conferred quietly for a moment, counting their funds.

"Uh, we only have *Clang!* 12.50 between us," sighed Karen. "Could we just rent one?"

"Sorry, no," said the clerk, the subject of money momentarily drawing his attention away from Freddy's attributes. "Also, we don't sell on credit. Do you have any credit or charge cards?"

"I'm 14 and she's 16," muttered Freddy.

"So you have some," said the clerk, nodding.

"No!" the pair snapped in unison.

"What the problem is?" asked a new, and quite sonorous, voice. A vaguely reptilian alien with dun orange skin approached. It wore the same sort of silvery outfit as the clerk, though cut quite differently. "I am Sooltong, manager. You have problem?"

"We got zapped with a Boy/Girl Gun, and need to get back to normal," said Freddy.

"Only they don't have enough money."

"You are normally boy and girl, but other way?"

"Yes!" said Karen.

"Hmmm..." said Sooltong, scratching his throat in a thoughtful - and greedy - manner. "Maybe we can work deal. We need models/demonstrators for products. You agree to let people watch when I change you, I change you back."

Freddy and Karen agreed, not mentioning that they were both underage.

"They're underage," said the clerk.

"So?" said Sooltong, with an odd movement which sent a serpentine ripple from his head to the tip of his scaly tail. "Underage can still work if parents allow."

He turned back to the pair.

"You parents allow?"

"Mine have been telling me to earn my own way," said Freddy, quickly.

Karen simply nodded.

"Good. You have time for this now?"

"Uh, we were just finishing a picnic when this happened," said Karen. "I guess we've got all afternoon."

"Good. Here is proposal. You work here for three hours each. At minimum wage, and employee discount, you then get item. During each hour I promote product demonstration. At end of hour I change you. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me," said Freddy, shrugging. "Long as we wind up what we're supposed to be."

Karen nodded.

"Good! Now, we get you in proper dress."

"I'm not wearing a dress," said Freddy, firmly, folding her arms. Then wincing and recrossing them under her breasts.

"That's not what he meant," snickered Karen.

Sooltong lead them into the back of the store. He went to a storage bin and pulled out two silver eggs, handing one to each of the pair. Who examined them, baffled.

"Turn to open. Put on skin. Makes clothes, like clerk and self wear."

Freddy shrugged and complied, dumping the silvery slime from the clear container onto her hand. She then watched, fascinated, as it crawled up her arm, leaving a strangely warm, silvery coating. The sensations as it covered her breasts made her shiver, but that was nothing compared to the sensations produced when it moved between her legs. From the odd sounds Karen was making he was having a similar experience. Finally, it was over.

"Please to remove civilian clothing, now," said Sooltong.

"Eep!" exclaimed Karen, as they complied. "It shows everything!"

Indeed, the silvery outfits were extremely conforming.

"Remove tab from inside container, place where wanted on uniform and set modesty level to desired," Sooltong instructed. "Self-sticky it is. Will stay."

Accomplishing that required some additional instruction, but the youngsters soon had the hang of it. Karen put his tag under his left arm; Freddy stuck hers between her breasts. Until Karen glared, and she sighed and put it in her left armpit.

"Wow! I'm a knockout," said Freddy, posing in front of a mirror. She glanced at Karen and grinned. "You're pretty handsome, too. Uh, from a strictly academic point of view, mind you. It's interesting that I have arm and leg hair and you don't."

Karen had set his outfit for a full jumpsuit look. Freddy, on the other hand, was wearing a silvery one-piece swimsuit, which looked like it was painted on.

"I always knew you were an exhibitionist," said Karen, not sure whether to be amused or disgusted. "Freddy, besides leg hairs, I can count your pubic hairs."

"Pervert," she snickered.

"No, seriously," said Karen, "I think you better tone it down a bit."

Freddy groused, and fumbled at the tab. The costume turned from silver to hot pink.

"Oops. Didn't even know it could do that."

Two more tries, and she had something Karen stated was acceptable. Barely.

"Too bad these things don't have a high heel setting," Freddy joked. "That'd really show off my legs."

"Yeah, well, remember, you'll be wearing the same thing after you change back to a guy."

"Which is why I picked this instead of the bikini setting."

Forty-eight minutes later their new boss called them out, to face a small crowd gathered in the store. Sooltong made a short presentation, then pointed a Boy/Girl Gun at Karen and pulled the trigger. The change occurred instantly, Karen's outfit adjusting neatly to her newly feminine form. Freddy was masculinized shortly after.

"So you see, safe, fun and completely reversible," said Sooltong. "Feel free to ask questions of subjects."

"You still have breasts," one sunken-chested man objected in a nasal tone, pointing to Freddy.

"No, those are my pecks," Freddy replied, posing and grinning as he tapped a rock-hard muscle.

A rather butch-looking woman came up to Freddie, moving in close and speaking softly.

"How does it feel, being a man?" she asked.

"Well, I'm normally a guy," said Freddy, a bit confused but game to promote the item. "Karen and I are doing a series of demonstrations, changing once an hour."

The woman looked startled, and quickly moved over to Karen. They spoke quietly for a few moments. The strange woman, smiling, walked away, straight to the section with the Boy/Girl Guns. She grabbed one and headed for the sales counter.

Eventually the crowd of gawkers thinned a bit, and Karen stepped over to Freddy.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom while I'm a girl," she told him, quietly. "Hold the fort for a moment."

She went in the back, returning shortly after.

"You better go, now," she told Freddy. "We'll be switching again soon."

"Oh, I can wait," was Freddy's casual reply.

"You're not gonna wait 'till you're a girl, again," Karen firmly countered. "If you waste time back there playing with yourself we'll get in trouble."

"Okay, okay," muttered Freddy, sourly. "I think you just don't want me finding out what girls really have down there. Well, for your information, I already know. My whole family likes saunas, and we even go skinny-dipping together on occasion."

"So it's hereditary," said Karen, nodding.

"What is?"

"You being a perv. Now go, and go!"

Freddy sighed, and went.

The next presentation went much the same. After being girlified, Freddy made a show of stretching, at one point raising her arms over her head and arching her back.

"Did you see that guy in the suit?" she smirked, later, to Karen. "He 'bout creamed his jeans!"

"I really do not need to hear you talking like that," snapped Karen, snarling. "I REALLY don't need to see you acting like that!"

"Ah, c'mon," said Freddy, contrite. "I'm just having fun."

"That's not fun. That's... sick. You flirting with guys."

"I'm sorry," said Freddy, relenting and hugging him. "I'll behave. Promise."

"You call this behaving?"

Freddy released him, looked confused.

"What? You like getting hugs from me. I've seen you and other girls hug, too. What's wrong?"

"You're making me... uncomfortable."

"Okay," she sighed. "No physical contact until I'm male and you're female. No flirting with guys when I'm a girl."

"You also better not flirt with girls besides me, whether you're a girl, a boy or a small, blue, furry thing from Arcturus!" snapped Karen.

"That's what I like about you," laughed Freddy. "You always think of every possibility."

Eventually they were finished. Back in their original genders and civvies, the silver goo back in the eggs, they approached Sooltong. He smiled (at least, Freddy hoped that was a smile) and held out the Boy/Girl Gun. Freddy reached for it, but Karen grabbed it first.

"You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna let you have this!" she snapped.

"Ah, c'mon!" said Freddy, pouting. He suddenly had an idea. "You know how you complained when we went to the hockey game about the line at the girls' room? Well..."

"Which I can do to myself with this; you don't need to have it."

"Okay, okay." Freddy frowned, suddenly curious. "Just what are you gonna do with it?"

"Well, you know that guy in my biology class who keeps trying to feel me up?" she asked, smiling craftily. "Next time, I'll tell him he can have all the tit he wants to grab."

"Oh, yeah!" laughed Freddy. "That'll be cool!"

End Part Three

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Yes! I can see Karen, and

Yes! I can see Karen, and maybe a few other girls, using the gun to get back at a few miscreants they have had to deal with over the years. Excellent payback in my view.
What I am wondering about right now, is how often is the gun allowed to be used on a person, before the changes become either
semi-permanent (6 months or less) or possibly even permanent (longer than 6 months to forever). The Aliens have never said one way or another, their physiology being different than Humans, even they may not know.

Oh, they're perfectly safe.

Stickmaker's picture

Oh, they're perfectly safe. No worries. :-)

Except for a handful of species where sexual dimorphism means the other gender is a mindless killing machine. Even then the effect is safe for the target. Just not anyone around them.

Oh, and there was that one, weird species which is all female. There simply aren't any males.

That reminds me; there is a species where the males are air breathing and the females water breathing. Well, they're going extinct, anyway.

There was also...

Just passing through...

Yoda seems alive and well

Jamie Lee's picture

Does Freddie always drag his mind in the gutter? His always wanting to somehow get into the girls restroom or locker room, or be a girl, is way out there. Does he wish he were born a girl?

Karen is a hoot, slamming Freddie for any infraction involving any girl but her. But why was she angry with who Freddie was paired with in gym? He didn't make the pairings, though he might have liked making the choice.

This sniping is going to create problems for those thinking it's funny to reverse genders on people. Tar and feathers come to mind. What happens when they start on adults? The adults may not take the changes in stride, more so with the ones who believe boy are boys and girls are girls.

Both Karen and Freddie were remarkably calm after being sniper, even working at the store to earn one of the guns. Karen's been around Freddie if she knew what would happen if Freddie got his hands on the gun. It sounds like trying to break up with Karen would require a trip to the hospital.

Karen has a good point about turning the guy constantly bothering her into a girl. It's said learning can take place if walking in another's shoes. Maybe this guy will finally understand if she has to fend of the Freddie's of the school.

Others have feelings too.

Remember, Freddy and Karen

Stickmaker's picture

Remember, Freddy and Karen are both hormone-ravaged teenagers. It's emotion that calls the shots; not reason. :-)

Just passing through...