Seen from above, the house looks like any old brownstone in the deserted backwaters of society. The house has a silence about it, a silence that seems to resent activity. From inside, you can hear the soft sounds of a living community around it, but these come only faintly. No sign of living occupants show on these hollow walls, these barren floors. But if you are very still, the kind of stillness that reminds one of a mouse frozen, straining for the sounds of gliding wings in the night, you can hear breathing. This breathing is shallow, so slow you would swear the breather was drawing the last tendrils of life through their lungs. But you would be wrong.

This breathing comes from the basement, from a still form on a sheet-draped table. Around the room, crammed into every surface available, was the exploded contents of a thousand RadioShacks. Along the south wall, are two brackets. One is empty, the other is filled with an impossibly handsome man. Or, at first, it looks like a man, but when inspected, shows it is, in fact, a robot. Not just any robot either, one so cleverly designed to look human that if not for the open panel on the neck, one would never suspect.

The figure on the table twitches, the breathing becomes more erratic. Sweat breaks out on the figure's brow, and a low moan escapes the lips. Looking down at the figure, you would first notice it was male. If you saw him in a crowd, you would never notice him twice. He just had that kind of face. Second, you would notice he had an erection; but not much of one, for it only tents the sheet above him a mere four inches. On just observing him, you would think that he resembles the thousands of mindless masses that clog up society today. But you would be wrong.

This man is Chuck Wilton. Chuck is the most influentual man in history. Or he will be. You see, in ten years Chuck will be heralded as the greatest inventor of all time. He will revolutionize the world, free thousands from mind numbing tasks, and put the earth on the first steps to world peace. But at the moment, Chuck has no idea of the fame and fortune awaiting him in the murky waters of time. He twitches again, this time his breathing is very fast, coming in great gulps. Listening to him, you would think he was in the middle of a mind shattering orgasam. You would be right.

Chuck's body may be before you, but his mind is really 10 miles away. You see, Chuck has found a way to imprint his mind into a robot, but still retain life in his body. With this technology, he built himself two robots to experiment with. One was a man, the perfect man. Handsome, with a body God's children could only dream to match. And the other was a woman. She was perfect, she was what every woman wished they could be, what every man wished he could have. This is her story. Or really, it is Chuck's story, but the lines between him and her become blurred toward the end.

Chuck had started the day in an ordinary fashion. Stumbling from his pallet on the floor, he squinted at the bright morning sun slipping past his curtains. Making his way to the bathroom, he pauses to look himself over in the mirror. As always, he is disappointed in what he sees. He is just coming up on his 28th birthday, and he still looks like the computer geek he did in high shcool. "Still a virgin, I see," he says to himself as he makes his way to the toilet. He thinks of his life up to this minute, and finds it a very depressing thought. Though top in his class at MIT, and a scholar holding over five degrees in engineering, he still couldn't make it in life like he always dreamed he would. But tonight was the big night, it was THE Night. Tonight, he would take Linda out.

He dragged his way through work, putting in another mind numbing day. His boss rode him about the deadline, as usual. And to top it all off, he spilt coffee down his white shirt during lunch. But for once, he found his spirits rising as he pulled into his garage. Dashing up his front steps, he entered his house with more energy than he had possessed in years. Heading straight to the basement, he locked the house up behind him as he went. The lights came on as he entered the room, shedding a pale glow to the usually dark corners of his workroom. Jim and Linda were still in their racks along the wall. Naked, they looked like prisoners kept by a sex crazed manic. But the cables running from thier necks broke the illusion at second glance.

Chuck went to the computer banks and began running the programs that would control Linda. Now came the moment of truth. Slipping on the induction helmet, Chuck let the world go by as he slipped out of consciousness. He awoke confused, disoriented with his surroundings. How did he stand up? he wondered to himself. He felt depression sinking in, he had failed. He started to run his hands through his hair in frustration, but stopped, transfixed with his hand. Or more precisely, with Linda's hand. It had worked. By God and all his hosts, it had worked. He started to pull away, but a tugging at his neck stoped him. Realizing his error, he quickly disengaged himself from the cable attached to her neck.

I'm a She. The realization of this fact staggered her for a second. He was no longer Chuck, but now Linda. How to think of self? The confusion once more set in. But before it could grow, she squashed it down. She was a she now, and untill she went back to being Chuck, a woman she would be. Walking quickly across the room, she marveled at the grace and poise this body possessed. Such strangeness to feel the bouncing of her breasts, feel the almost dainty way she walked. In front of a full length mirror, she admired her body. It was six feet tall, but proportioned perfectly. The high protruding breasts were crowned with quarter sized nipples. Looking at her crotch, she marveled at the smooth skin around her pussy. She reached down and lightly stroked her clit, and almost fell over from the intense sensation of pleasure that shot through her body as she did. She ran her hands through her waist long long red hair. Her lips made a natural suggestion of a smile, which was refelected in her deep green eyes. She almost purred to herself as she made her way to the wardrobe.

Linda dressed quickly. She laughed at how embarassed Chuck must have been at buying female clothes. How he must have stammered at Victoria's Secret when he had purchased the teddy she now slipped into. The cool silk of it smoothed against her skin, promising to be a joy to wear. Next came the thigh high stockings, milky white tubes that seemed to caress their way up her legs. The tight black dress that she slipped on was simple, but on her, looked better than any designer dress to come out of Paris. Lastly, came the high heeled boots, lacing up to just below her knees. Walking with the 4 inch heels was a problem to begin with, but practice soon made them seem like old comfortable slippers. She needed no makeup to enhance her beauty, just as well, as she didn't know how to put it on anyway.

Walking out the door, she was surprised when the knob came off in her hand. She would have to be carefull, she realized. This new body posed strength beyond what her image would suggest. The pneumatic muscles she possessed could bend steel bars into pretzels if she wanted to. High heels clicking, she resumed her way to a new life.

Upon entering her car, she made one last inventory check. Her purse contained nothing in the way of most womanly clutter, but would have surprised any number of snoopers. Pliers, wires, and computer chips were littered across the bottom. On top of this mess was a wallet, which contained a wad of money, and a driver's license. The license was authentic enough, she knew Chuck had put in a lot of time building up her identity profile. Starting the car, she carefully backed out of the driveway and headed for the club district.

Within twenty minutes, she brought her car alongside the curb in front of the hippiest gay/lesbian club in the city. As the parking attendent took her keys, Linda couldn't help but laugh at the look of pure lust on his face. She hadn't thought about how much fun it would be to control people with her beauty. Gaining admittance to the club was no problem, one look at her killer body, and the door men almost fell over themselves ushering her inside. The club was packed, filled with people, a press of humanity seething like an ocean. Men dancing with men, and women dancing with women filled the dance floor to overflowing. The bar was three-deep with people waiting to get a drink, but Linda had no trouble sliding up to the bar. People parted before her, allowing her to glide through the throng, never getting pushed or trampled.

Linda ordered a Sex on the Beach. Sipping her drink, she observed several women and several men, openly staring at her. One in particular seemed to be fixated upon her. The woman was stunning, with straight black hair, and a body that curved smoother than a hourglass. Nearly as tall as Linda, this goddess was licking her lips with delight as Linda approached her. "Dance with me," Linda purred. Taking each others' hands, they glided onto the dance floor. Pulsating music nearly deafened Linda, but the rhythm caught her up soon enough. Holding her body close to the black-haired beauty, she asked her name. "I am Naomi, and who might you be?" Naomi had a voice that seemed to spring out of pure lust, it sent shivers down Linda's spine. After dancing for an hour straight, Linda suggested they go to the bathroom.

Even in crowded clubs, sometimes bathrooms have a lull; this was one such time. Linda led Naomi to an empty stall, and pushed her in. As soon as the door latched shut, Naomi was all over Linda. Their mouths locked tight, tongues sought each others' mouths. Linda slid her hands up under Naomi's blouse, taking a full breast in each hand. She could feel her hardened nipples through the thin silk of her bra. They undressed each other in a controlled dance, bodies never leaving contact with each other. Linda ran her hands all over Naomi, feeling her silky skin, relishing in the feel of her warmth. Naomi pushed Linda down onto the toilet, and kneeled before her.

Putting her hands on Linda's knees, she lowered her head to her pussy. Licking slowly up and down her lips, Naomi was amazed at how wet Linda was. Her clit was swollen out, almost pushing past her pussy lips. Taking Linda's clit in her mouth, Naomi sucked it deeply, nibbling on it with her teeth. Naomi's mouth sent shivers deep within Linda. She had never thought it would feel like this. When she masturbated as Chuck, it had never felt this good. Linda grabbed the top of Naomi's head, pushing her deeper into her crotch.