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A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1
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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!


A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]




Chapter 1: Man Up


“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
“Clarissa, I feel perfect already,” I replied.
“I know, but if you do this, I’ll make sure that I do WHATEVER you want tonight…” Dammit, now she had my balls in a vice. She’d hinted at us losing our virginity on my birthday, and now she’s practically admitting it. But if I don’t go into this ‘man-salon,’ I can kiss those dreams goodbye.
I sighed, admitting defeat. “Fine, fine. Let’s just get this over with.” With that, she clapped like a giddy school girl and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the door and rushing inside. Inside the salon, the walls were white, fairly ordinary and almost plain. It didn’t really feel like a salon, which is good, considering it was for men, and I’m sure pink and flowers should be saved for ‘real’ salons.
“Welcome to Man Up Masculine Grooming and Salon, how may I help you today?” the man behind the counter asked. Man Up? God, this place even sounded gay.
“Yes, my boyfriend here needs to be groomed and fixed up for a nice dinner this evening,” Clarissa said. I kept quiet; I already felt out of place, even if this joint was for guys.
“Oh, a nice celebration tonight, huh? Sure thing, we’ll fix him right up.” The man smiled, waving me over. I sighed again, looking at my smiling lady one more time before following. “He should be ready in the next two hours or so.”
“Good, that gives me time to get ready, too,” Clarissa replied, I guess deciding to go to her own salon. “Bye, Sam, I love you!”
“I love you too, babe,” I said, before heading to the back with this strange man in this strange place. There was a cushioned chair with a dome above it, like a hair dryer that fits around the head, like a typical woman’s salon, and a computer terminal nearby. The man and two other guys were getting the chair ready, so I took a look at myself in the wall mounted mirror nearby.
I’m not conceited, but I wouldn’t say I’m ugly. My emerald green eyes practically shine, though I needed a shave, as my five o’clock shadow was starting to really show. I kept my hair parted on the right, like I always did, and my jaw line was strong but not really defined. I was a little heavy set, but not ‘fat;’ maybe I should hold my shoulders up more. I’d look a little less fat then. I was broken out of my mirror trance when one of the guys spoke to me.
“Alright, may I have you take a seat, please?” Although I didn’t want to, I did so anyway, trying to get comfortable. They lowered the hair dryer over my head, even though my hair wasn’t wet, and I heard it start to hum. The three men were paying attention to a nearby monitor. I couldn’t see it, as the dryer was low enough to block most of my vision.
“Interesting,” I heard one of them say. “Innocent. Fairly quiet. This one will be good. What do you guys think?” What the hell was he talking about?
“Yes, let’s go for it.” I heard another of the men messing with the terminal and typing on a keyboard.
“So… what are we doing?” I asked.
“Saying goodbye,” one of the men said.
“What? Goodbye?” I was confused. Goodbye?
“Goodbye!” all three men exclaimed, and with that, the man on the terminal hit a key, causing the chair to flatten diagonally , causing me to slide down it like a slide. Instead of landing in a heap on the floor like I expected, I fell down through a hole in the floor, screaming as I slid down a dark slide into what I can only guess was the basement. It was a long, winding ride, and I thought it would never end.
Once I hit the bottom, though, I rolled out onto the floor in a room with a blinding spotlight aimed just at me. I tried to shield my eyes, but couldn’t see past the light. “Hello?” I called out, to no response. I leaned forward, trying again to see past the light. “Is anyone there?!” This was getting ridiculous. Where the hell did I fall to?
I took a few steps forward, and felt the floor shift beneath my feet, which triggered a machine to start. The next thing I knew, two mechanical arms had lashed out and grabbed my wrists, jerking them down by my sides. “Hey! Let go!” I shouted instinctively, as if it could hear me anyway. I struggled to free my arms, but it was no use. I heard more machinery grinding away, and the floor beneath me opened up directly in front of and behind me. Two large steel blocks rose from the floor, and as I looked closer, it looked like a mold of a human body up to the shoulders. The back piece slid up to me as two more arms grabbed my ankles, forcing my legs apart to fit in the mold. Then the front piece connected to it, and I’ll never forget the next moments for the rest of my life.
As soon as the front and back latched, I heard them lock together, and the most intense pain I’ve ever experienced shot through my entire body from the neck down. It felt as though every atom in my body was being placed on the sun, I didn’t even feel solid anymore. I let out the loudest and most agonizing scream I could have thought imaginable, but it was cut short, as another mold had dropped down from above to clasp around my head. In this mold, however, was a large shaft or cylinder that completely filled my mouth, muffling my cries of pain. No matter how hard I fought, I could escape this pain. And then it hit my face.


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Anonymous 11/08/11(Thu)14:52 No. 13298 ID: c6f89f

Maybe... a touch too much plot progression, or time flicking by too quickly.


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Anonymous 11/08/11(Thu)14:57 No. 13299 ID: c6f89f

Also, slightly weird. West's always been the cool one...

Hrm.


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Gamer 11/08/11(Thu)20:56 No. 13300 ID: 3ecc9c

>>13299
West is also the most built of the doctors - an early chapter described him as young and slightly built. Their earlier interactions also had him being quite the douche. Don't worry, there will be words exchanged between them at the start of the next chapter.


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Anonymous 11/08/29(Mon)01:55 No. 13546 ID: 3308bd

.... bampu?


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a few questions! 123ABC 11/09/01(Thu)02:56 No. 13585 ID: 9de8bc

OK So I just sat down ad read this entire thread in 2 days...
1. Thankyou Gamer for writing this saga!
2. Thankyou Mutabah for hosting the PDF!

I have a couple of questions for you Gamer:
A: you went on the date with the adorable girl and then we never heard the rest of the story!
B: The Car! What happened to it? here in the states it's mandatory that you have insurance. Did they pay for it?
C: I'm hoping you have gotten your life back together and are beginning to actually have some fun!
D: Have you considered posting this to literotica or ASSTR? or any of the other sites?

Ok Suggestions, Chilton...

Is he the "Ring Leader" of the other girls? they claim that all the supplies & tools were stolen, but they could have easily lied to Sammy. Is Chilton the real power behind the resistance? Also who is polishing Chilton's knob on the side?

Q:Why is there no pregnancy anywhere in the complex?
With as much fucking as obviously goes on, why isn't there any reproductive studies going on?

Behavior modification: How is it that these men & women are in the dorms here? how did they become docile enough to be basically imprisoned without due process? Who is really behind this?

The Girlfriend Clarissa: She herself was one of the first true successes wasn't she... (Behavior Modification?)

You alluded to the fact that there was support from the outside, but what would happen if time moved differently here in the center than say in the real world? Your 4 month jump in the time table would explain why Chilton has been gone for so long.

Just a few things I was wondering about!
Thanks for such a wonderful story so far!


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Expounding 123ABC 11/09/01(Thu)02:59 No. 13586 ID: 9de8bc

To make the time dialation more realistic.. think Sucker Punch... I'm sorry I needed to add that to the idea, I'm sorry for being so vague


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Gamer 11/09/01(Thu)05:03 No. 13588 ID: 3ecc9c

>>13585
Oooo, so many questions! Lemme provide you with a few answers without spoiling anything:

A) She never really got back in touch with me. We talked once or twice afterwards, but she just kinda broke contact. Ah well.
B) The car was destroyed. Insurance likely wouldn't have done anything, because it's not like nature caused it to get flooded - I drove into an overflowed creek that nearly submerged the car in water because I couldn't see it on the dark street. So because it was done by me, it's likely I would've gotten little to no coverage from the insurance company.
C) Life's not really "back together" per say yet. Got a hoopty car last year, transmission fucked up on it after three months, repairs would've cost five times what I paid for the car, salvaged it. Been having a hell of a time saving money in order to get another one, but looking at some decent cars and should be getting one before the end of the year. Also looking for a sustainable job that'll help me further myself, so I'm in the right direction, just not there yet. Can't say life is bad, just not how I want it yet, haha.
D) I was wondering if I should post it somewhere else and where I should post it. I'll have to check those places out, see if I can increase my fan base.

My girlfriend was reading some book about porn stars or something, and she said they had WAY too many euphemisms for masturbating. Also said the descriptions for sex were just explicitly dirty. I think hearing that makes me wanna try harder, get some stuff together and see what the process is for getting published. I certainly don't think THIS story could get published, but I feel like it helped me open up and enjoy writing more than I used to. And you guys all helped, so thank you. Besides, when all else fails, just think, "If Stephanie Meyer can do it..."

As for suggestions and questions, I'll put it this way:

Chilton's not getting any, except from his wife, if he's married. His personal life hasn't really been explored too much. And the other girls are cunning and crafty. As for why they've excepted life, most, if not all, of them were the volunteers that were mentioned in chapter 2 (I believe...).

I've thought long and hard about the pregnancy thing, as it's often asked of me or suggested. I'll go on the record with this: As Betty had also gone through the machine and process like the other girls, the ability to produce semen in her balls was killed off during the transformation progress. Remember, she should be fully female, but due to still testing the equipment and not having it perfected, there were a few snags in the process.

And time flows through normally in the lab, Chilton has just made himself scarce. Perhaps plotting in the background...

And Clarissa is a real girl. No one's been released from the lab yet, and Sammy's the first success, remember? ;D

Thanks for the support and interest! I'm working on the next chapter now, and I'll check out the other sites when I finish with this one.


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Anonymous 11/09/01(Thu)18:16 No. 13595 ID: 098871

Gamer -
Take as long as you want with this story. I don't fucking care if you take another nine month break, as long as you come back eventually. This thread will stay alive until you finish or say that you're done with it. That said, your "bad" chapter was better than most stories on here, excluding the other legendaries, and of those, I think this and MT2 are the only ones still alive and unfinished, unless mint is alive....
But I digress!
TL;DR: keep writing, no matter how long it takes. Above all, don't feel pressured to come up with something that's shitty. Instead, post next month if you have to. We will be waiting.


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Anonymous 11/09/02(Fri)17:01 No. 13603 ID: ab2d60

I just now decided to look at /elit/ to see if this was still up, considering I haven't been here in over a year or so and wanted to see shit, and I see this, and I orgasm.
Good story bro.


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AnonaMouse!nmMouseDZE 11/09/04(Sun)08:10 No. 13623 ID: 498c0e

Wonderful, we haven't lost the GAMEr
I along with numerous others welcome you back to the chan, my good fellow.


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Anonymous 11/11/10(Thu)09:13 No. 14278 ID: 3308bd

bump for moar!


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Anonymous 11/11/17(Thu)10:55 No. 14326 ID: 409c24

Amazing :'( I could wait forever and ever


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Gamer 11/11/18(Fri)10:58 No. 14334 ID: daefad

I haven't forgotten guys, heh. I got halfway through the chapter when I hit a dry spell. I then started working on a story for NaNoWriMo, and between work and gaming (which the latter shouldn't be an excuse) I am terribly behind on. After this month, I'll get back to AMNM, and whenever I finish my NaNoWriMo story I'll post it as well.


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Anonymous 11/12/10(Sat)14:08 No. 14524 ID: c91b76

bump


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Anonymous 12/02/01(Wed)23:12 No. 15039 ID: f212f0

Still hoping for more.
Always.. waiting.


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Anonymous 12/03/12(Mon)08:18 No. 15455 ID: 3308bd

Hopeful bump.


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Anonymous 12/03/18(Sun)23:35 No. 15518 ID: b5fbe6


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Anonymous 12/03/27(Tue)15:04 No. 15637 ID: d66348

Wow, another chapter. Well, I guess I'm a bit late, but still. I await the completion of the next chapter eagerly :D


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BAMP Anonymous 12/06/25(Mon)17:43 No. 16528 ID: f35dc9

WE WANT THE BAMP, GIVE US THE BAMP, NOW
WE WANT THE BAMP, GIVE US THE BAMP, NOW


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Anonymous 12/10/18(Thu)14:05 No. 17450 ID: 581556

bump.


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Anonymous 12/10/24(Wed)05:30 No. 17494 ID: ce04f2

NO WAY! Gamer is still around? I read this when it first came out, and it's never fallen off? I would have expected 7chan to have crashed and been wiped between then and now, but the pictures prove this is the original thread. This series used to be it man! POST MORE!


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Anonymous 12/11/08(Thu)03:34 No. 17622 ID: 80a993

i dont know if you are alive gamer, but i want you to know that there are people waiting on chapter 15

anyways, thanks and best wishes


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Anonymous 13/01/24(Thu)14:31 No. 18187 ID: c91b76

bump


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Anonymous 13/01/26(Sat)17:07 No. 18199 ID: 780c44

I read it when it first came out too but at this point....after 4 years, nty.


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Anonymous 13/04/16(Tue)05:32 No. 18707 ID: 581556

bamp


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Anonymous 13/06/03(Mon)19:26 No. 19087 ID: 94d89b

its been two years since last contact


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Anonymous 13/12/04(Wed)03:03 No. 20382 ID: 19588b

>>19087
>>14334


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Anonymous 14/01/31(Fri)00:51 No. 20991 ID: 6ef6c8

I wish Gamer came back and finished it.


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Gamer 14/02/15(Sat)11:11 No. 21144 ID: f30f4a

>>20991
Hey... guess what...


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Gamer 14/02/15(Sat)11:17 No. 21145 ID: f30f4a

I have no excuse. I hit writer's block. Life's been hectic. But there's no excuse for there having been YEARS between these chapters (About two and a half or so). And so, I forced myself to sit down and think.

I've known what the next big plot point I wanted to have happen was. I know how I want to end the entire story, honestly. But I was stuck on how to actually get to that plot point. And so the story disappeared.

But I never stopped thinking about it. I'd lie in bed at night and think about all the horrible things I've put Sammy through, all the things I'd like to have happen to and for her, and even the things you'd like to have happen tonight.

I've tried writing this chapter about seven or eight times. I never got very far, maybe a page or two in. And I'd get stuck. And that's how it was consistently. But I'm tired of not finishing a single thing I start, especially story wise.

I'm gonna finish this mother fucking story.

And so, snowed in and sick, I sat at my computer and pecked away for most of Valentine's Day to create something that I'd hope you guys would like. I won't say it's my best chapter. I won't say it's worth the wait. But it does involve something a lot of you guys have been begging me for. And so, I give to you, after far too long of a wait, Chapter 15.


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Gamer 14/02/15(Sat)11:19 No. 21146 ID: f30f4a

Chapter 15: What Did I Get Myself Into...?

And there I stood. Face to face with the one scientist that looked like he belonged in a gym as a spotter instead of somewhere intelligent people worked. My exit wasn't going to happen. I'd lost my one opportunity. Game over.

“Alright, we gonna do this the easy way, or--” he began, looking ready to knock me back should he need to.

“No need to even finish, man,” I said, turning and starting down the hallway. “You win.”

He caught up with me in a hurry, walking side by side with me as we started to head back towards my room. “Win?” he asked, confusion in his voice. “And what exactly have I won?”

“My broken spirit,” I sighed, keeping my head down. “You've beaten and battered me down enough, there's practically nothing left. You so desperately want me to be a woman, despite the fact that inside I'm still a man, then fine. I'll give you what you want.”

“Look, little one, I never said that. We never wanted to crush your--” His words were cut off again as we neared the hallway I'd neglected to go down.

“What's that sound...?” I feigned ignorance, trying to act as confused as West looked.

“I don't know, let's go,” he replied, starting to head down the hall. He stopped, realizing nothing was holding me back, and reached back, grabbing me roughly by the wrist and dragging me along.

“Ow, hey! Not so rough!” I scolded, but he didn't listen. His goal was to prevent me from leaving. He swiped his keycard to the room the fight was happening in, and almost as if on cue two of the girls flew out, slamming directly into the doctor. And as they did, my arms slipped right out of his grasp.

As the three of them tumbled to the ground, I realized this was it. Fortune had finally smiled upon me! I turned and darted down the hallway, hearing the commotion behind me. The last thing I heard was West, calling into his radio. “Security, get here now, we've got one running!”

But it was too late. Thanks to Betty's distraction and the fight overflowing into the hallway, things looked bright, and I ducked into the now empty elevator. As the doors closed, I looked out and saw the ever familiar security guard and a few of the doctors, including Chilton himself, trying to cut me off. But it was too late, the doors were closed and the only elevator in the establishment was taking me back to the surface. I was gonna be free!

The elevator ride felt like the longest one ever, like I was traveling up 500 floors, but finally the doors opened to an eerie sight. It was the salon I hadn't seen in... months...? How long had it been? I couldn't begin to tell you, but seeing the moonlight creep into the dark building was a welcome scene, and I rushed up and unlocked the back door before bolting outside.

I shit you not, fresh air had never felt so wonderful in my entire life.


The night felt wonderful, and I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs, laughing like a maniac. It was about that time that I realized that they'd be hot on my heels if I didn't start running. I rushed out of the alley that I was in, trying to think of how I'd get back home. I walked for what felt like forever (but was practically only about fifteen minutes), before I came across someone.

A grungy looking older homeless man who reeked of alcohol was pushing a bicycle along. His clothes were tattered, and he wore a blanket over himself like a cape or jacket. I needed to get away faster, and so I approached him, a little anxious as I spoke to him. “Hey, sir, I need your bike. I'll try to bring it back to you.”

He looked over at me, then back at his bike. “Ah'll shell it to ya fer fitty bucksh.” If whiskey were a gas, he had practically air vomited it all over me. I actually coughed at the fumes, his speech incredibly slurred.

“I... I don't have any money...” I said sheepishly.

He looked me over, his eyes constantly squinting and widening, as if trying to focus. His gaze rested on my breasts. “Well... Ah think we can werk shomthin' out...” He licked his lips, chuckling quietly.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Seriously...?” I asked. He shrugged, and began to turn back to his bike. I panicked, looking about and seeing no other option readily available. “Alright, alright! Fine... Just your hands, just my tits. And I get the bike.”

“Shirt up,” he demanded, cracking his knuckles with each excited squeeze of his fists.

I groaned and obliged, lifting my shirt. My face reddened as I felt my nipples get a little hard from the fresh night air, and wanted to crawl in a hole as I heard the drunkard excitedly giggle at the lovelies before him. I'd suddenly feel his hands roughly grab each of my breasts, the rough texture of his fingerless wool gloves scratching against my nipples while his fingers kneaded my boobs hard.

“Geez, not so rough...” I whined a little, feeling like an idiot as I continued holding my shirt up. He ignored me, squeezing and groping away, his calloused fingers sliding down and roughly gripping my nipples. He squeezed them painfully, tugging on them roughly, making me whine and cry out noises that sounded far more sexual than I wished.

“Ya like dat, don'cha?” he asked, proud of his work.

“Not really...” I grumbled under my breath. That's when I felt one of his hands slide down my slim belly towards the waist band of my pants. I slapped his hands away, jerking my shirt back down and shoved him away. “Hey! That was not part of the deal!” He started to charge at me again, so I did the noble thing.

I grabbed his bike and quickly started to make a getaway.

“Hey, that'sh not how thish wash shupposed ta happen!” he shouted after me. “Ah wash shupposed to trick ya and do more!”

I felt dirty as I rode that man's bike down the street, feeling cheap and used. My breasts still hurt from his rough touch. And my pride would hurt more as I'd make it about two blocks further to find a bike propped up against a building, practically begging to be taken. What an awful experience...

But that's alright! Because things were about to be better. I had escaped hell, and was on my way back towards heaven. Or as close to heaven as one could get, anyway, when trapped in a body you never asked to have. It had been what felt like forever, but I was headed back to Clarissa, my Clarissa, the only bright light that left me with hope.

During the assaults, during the rapes, during the negotiations and sex pacts and tests and tortures... Through it all, one thing kept me whole. One thing kept me from wanting to end it all. And I'd finally get to see her again.

I rode that busted bicycle all the way back to her house, dropping it on her front lawn. I took a few deep breaths, trying to regain my composure. And then I made the long walkway up to her house, climbed the three stairs onto her porch, and knocked on the door loudly.

And she opened the door, her beautiful face seen by me for the first time in ages. It was just like my dream.

Except, simply seeing her nearly choked me up, and I couldn't speak right away. I just stood there like an idiot, almost gawking at her, simply happy to set my eyes on her again.

“...May I help you...?” she finally asked me.

“I, uh, y-yeah,” I stammered, before clearing my throat. “I've really missed you.”

“Um, I think you have the wrong house...” she said, looking around, likely making sure she wasn't being pranked.

I started to panic. What do I do? I have to let her know it's me. “It, it's me,” I said, before shaking my head. “Here, let me show you...” And without properly explaining myself, I leaned in and kissed her right on the lips.

And it was wonderful, and magical, and everything I wanted it to be.

...Until she shoved me away.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell?” she asked, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. “I'm not a lesbian, you're at the wrong house.” She started to turn to step back inside.

“Wait, Clarissa, no! I'm not!” I cried out, making her stop and look back at me even more confused.

“Hey, babe, who's this?” a guy's voice called from inside, before he walked up behind her. My jaw dropped at the sight of him.

Chad McLassiter. A guy that made my life a living hell through middle school and most of high school. He was like a jock that wasn't good enough to make it onto the football team, so he just kinda wore a Letterman jacket and hung around with the rest of them. He was stacked, a bigger guy, and always went out of his way to make fun of me or embarrass me in front of the student body.

What the hell was this asshole doing in my girlfriend's house?

“I don't know who she is, she just kissed me for no reason,” Clarissa said, looking up at him.

“Oh, sweet! Maybe we can try that threesome we talked about.” Threesome...? Wait, was Chad McLassiter talking sex with my girlfriend?!

“What the hell is CHAD doing in your house?!” I couldn't help but blurt out, catching both of their attention.

“Yo, sugartits, I'm her boyfriend.” I nearly lost it. I froze up, clenching my teeth and trying not to murder someone on my first day out in the real world.

“But what about me?!” I shouted, ignoring Chad and looking at Clarissa. Seeing he was no longer being talked to or about, Chad wandered back inside.

“Lady, I don't even know who you are...” she said back to me, and started to walk inside.

I knew she wouldn't believe me at this point if I said who I was, so I tried a different approach. “What about Sam?!”

She froze. Finally, she'd understand me a little better now. I let out a sigh of relief, but must have missed the anger that was clearly visible on her face as she stormed up to me. Before I knew it, I took a hard slap to the face. Stunned, I looked at her, and she was seething.

“Don't you try to guilt trip me, bitch! I don't even know who you are, but you're not worthy enough to speak his name!” I had never seen Clarissa like this before, never in my life. Even when we fought or had arguments, she had never exploded like this.

“But Clar--” I began to try to reason with her, but she backhanded me, and hard. Her knuckles caught me right on the cheek bone with enough force to throw me off my balance, sending me falling down the steps of her porch. I landed hard, my head slamming back against the concrete sidewalk leading up to her house. God, I hope that's not a concussion.

She stormed down each step with fury, before standing over me. She grabbed my shirt by the collar, lifting me up and slapping me again. “I didn't do anything to him! We went to a salon two years ago, and he ran off before I got back! Next thing I know some skinny little police officer comes up to my door and tells me he's dead! And you think you have the nerve to talk to me about him?!”

My eyes widened, despite the beating I was taking at the hands of my girlfriend. “Two years ago?! D-DEAD?!” I shouted, only to take another backhand, straight to the mouth.

“I've had police at my door day in and day out, interrogating me, questioning me, watching me... I've been arrested for the murder of a boy that meant the world to me, a murder I didn't do! A murder they couldn't pin on me because there wasn't any evidence to do so, because I loved him, and he's gone!” She gripped my shirt with both hands now, lifting my face closer to hers as her voice got low. “And you want to come up here, try making out with me, criticize me for who I'm dating, and bring up the most stressful situation I've ever dealt with?”

“Clarissa, I--”

“No, fuck you! Get the fuck out of here, or I'll call the police on your crazy stalker ass!” She stepped back, which gave me the perfect cue to scramble up to my feet and back away.

“...I'm sorry...” I said as I backed towards my bike, feeling myself choke up a little.

“Yes, you are sorry,” she said to me as she backed up towards her porch. “You're one sorry, pathetic person that needs to bring up drama like this to make herself feel better.” She turned back towards her house, running up the stairs to head back inside. She was unable to hide a sob before slamming the door shut behind her.

And I did the same. I sobbed as I got on the bike and pedaled to the only other place I could think to go. I rode my bike home. I could hardly see where I was going as tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision and streaming down my face. I finally got to my front yard, throwing my bike down on the edge of the sidewalk and running up to the door.

I opened it up, finding it unlocked, and looked around. I knew my folks wouldn't recognize me, but I figured I could just run up to my room, maybe I could explain myself in the morning. I ran upstairs, bursting into the bathroom and closing and locking the door behind me. I sat on the toilet and cried, maybe for an hour or more.

Being back in my house, oddly enough, felt surreal. It was nice to finally be home. But it felt so incredibly different, as well. Like I was someone new, someone on the outside looking in. And I knew it wouldn't be so nice having to explain to my parents who I was. But at least they'd likely listen to me; they had plenty of experiences that only they would know about me, having raised me and all.

I finally stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a wreck. My hair was messed up, the back of my head was throbbing, my cheeks were bright red from the slaps they took, and I was unaware I had been bleeding from one of my nostrils. Great; I got my ass kicked by my girlfriend.

Or, I guess, my ex-girlfriend.

Just thinking those words to myself set me off again, and I was a whirlwind of emotions, bawling once more. And each thing I thought about had me crying harder. Why Chad? Why did people think I was dead? How had two years really passed? And WHY THE FUCK DID SHE CHOOSE CHAD?!! That fat-headed piece of shit probably still had no idea how to tie his shoes, how could anyone have any sort of positive emotions towards him?!

I finally regained control of my emotions, and cleaned myself up. I headed across the hallway back to my old room. It was just how I left it; my game collection was still there, same posters on the wall, even the same comforter on the bed. I laid down, taking a deep breath and trying to relax, before the entirety of everything hit me hard and all at once, leaving me to cry myself to sleep.


“Ma'am...?” I had heard off in the distance from my dreamless sleep.

“Excuse me, ma'am...?” I heard again. I peeked through heavy eyelids to see some strange woman in a suit in my room, along with a very confused looking couple behind her.

“Huh...? What...?” I grumbled, sitting up on my bed.

“Ma'am, you can't sleep here,” she said to me, looking back and nodding to the couple, the latter of which left the room for a moment.

“And why the hell not...?” I asked, shooting this well-dressed woman a glare.

“Because this house is up for sale.” The news hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked her over, seeing the name of the realty company on her name badge.

“Wait... what?!” I asked, looking around my room. My stuff was still in there!

“After their son was found floating face down in the river, the Harris' have had a hard time living in this area,” the realtor explained to me. “This house has been on the market for eight months now, they've moved away just over a year ago.”

“Moved away...?” I clenched my teeth hard, feeling those stupid emotions returning. I cleared my throat, looking back at the woman. “But what about my room...?”

“This room belonged to their son, Sam. Well, before his girlfriend killed him and threw his body in the river.” The realtor shook her head. “They couldn't bare to change it or take anything along with them, so they decided to leave it for the next homeowners to do with what they please.”

I felt my emotions overwhelm me to the point that I felt empty. I stood up and nodded, not saying another word to the woman before stepping out into the hallway. The couple were apparently in the middle of touring my house. Now I had nowhere to live, and my home was going to be sold to someone else.

As I walked downstairs, I noticed all of the pictures were gone. The furniture was slightly different, likely to help boost the value of the sale. I stepped out of my house, noticing the “For Sale” sign in my yard I had missed in the dark the night before. The bicycle had also been hit by one of the cars, no longer rideable.

With a heavy sigh and heavy heart, I started to walk back to town. My hope was shattered. My will was gone. There was nothing left for me. Everyone thought I was dead. My girlfriend is dating the one guy in school I hated more than anyone else. My parents moved away to God knows where... What was left for me?

There was only one place I knew of. And a thought came to my mind. I could end it all. I didn't need to continue living in this kind of hell anymore. Dr. West had told me something months, or apparently YEARS, ago; if I tried to go through the same process that changed me into the bombshell I was now, I wouldn't be able to handle it. It would kill me.

And that's where I had gone to in my mind. Suicide. And while I used to fear death, it seemed like the only answer for me now. And so, I returned to the salon.

I opened the door and headed straight to the back, towards the chair I was in before. Dr. Wright was messing with the computer, when she looked up and saw me. Her eyes widened, the redheaded woman completely in shock. “Sammy!”

“Goodbye, Dr. Wright,” I said emotionlessly as I stood in front of the chair, leaning forward and slapping a key on the keyboard. I apparently hit the right one, because before I fell the lady scientist started to panic at what I had done. And I fell through the dark on the terrifying slide that would lead me to my death.

And when I finally hit the bottom, I stood up, looking around the dark room. I heard a door open somewhere, but it was too late. I had already stepped forward and felt the shift of the floor beneath me. As I embraced the end, I suddenly felt something slam into my chest with intense force, hurling me backwards. I opened my eyes, and was horrified at what I saw.

Dr. West had run into the room and shoved me out of harm's way, the machine instead grabbing him instead. I could hear the other scientists' panicked cries over the intercom system into the room, unable to stop the machine as the two blocks slapped around him like a mold.

“NOOO!!!” I shouted and ran over, trying to pry them apart despite hearing them lock. They burnt my hands, way too hot to the touch, but hearing West's screams wasn't going to stop me. “SHUT IT OFF!” I shouted, still trying to pry the blocks apart to no avail.

I felt someone pull me away, looking up to see Dr. Hutchison had grabbed me. I was unaware of how burnt up my hands were, and together we were forced to endure watching the head mount close around West's head.

“Michael!!” Hutchison cried out, before looking over at the glass where the others were at. “There HAS to be some type of emergency shut off!”

“We didn't create one because this type of shit shouldn't happen to start with!” Chilton yelled back as he stepped into the room, glaring a hole through me. “If we unplug it now, there's a chance he'll die in there!”

And shortly after, the human mold casings unlatched and pulled away, and Dr. West was no more. In his place was perhaps one of the most gorgeous blondes I'd ever seen in my entire life. And she slumped limply down to the floor, landing in a pile much as I had years before.

“Get her up, get her up!” The group of them rushed over and scooped up the gorgeous woman and carried her over to make sure she was ok. I sat there in the room, now depressed, lost, and filled with guilt to top it all off. A few seconds later, Dr. Wright rushed into the room.

“Sammy, you're alright!” she cried out as she rushed over and hugged me.

I sniffled softly, shaking my head. “But... But Dr. West...” As I stared at the floor, I heard her gasp, realizing what I had meant. She helped me to my feet, gently rubbing my back.

“Come on, we'll worry about him shortly. Let's get you a little bit of rest, ok?” She walked me towards another room, bandaging my hands up with a first aid kit, before heading back to my room, the two of us in complete silence. I think neither one of us knew what to say about the situation. As we reached my room, she swiped her badge, the door opening. “Think you'll be ok from here on out?” I nodded and stepped into my room and she rushed off to check on her colleague.

I did everything I could to keep from sobbing once more, slumping on my couch. A million thoughts rushed through my mind when suddenly I made a connection... Clarissa said a skinny little cop had given her the news of my death. They must've also spoken to my parents as well! And then I thought back to the day that Chilton had walked into the lab dressed as a police officer...

Chilton had posed as a cop to tell my family and girlfriend I was dead! He had basically erased me from existence!

As I sat there in shock, trying to think of how he managed to plant a decoy body that looked like me in the river, I glanced up towards the door to find someone standing in the corner of the room, waiting for me. “B... Betty...?” I called out.

“Nope,” the voice called out, and as she stepped out of the dark corner, she revealed herself. Busted up, bruised, and bandaged, Roxy slowly walked up to me. “Time for a little payback for your little stunt last night, kid...”


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Anonymous 14/02/15(Sat)23:17 No. 21147 ID: d38f2a

>>21146
>>21145
HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ALIVE!
Thanks gamer


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Gamer 14/02/20(Thu)21:24 No. 21193 ID: f30f4a

>>21147

Yeah, still alive and kicking. Like I said, I'm going to try to finish this story. I'm working on Chapter 16 now. Glad to finally get another one up, though, it's been too long.


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Anonymous 14/03/03(Mon)11:42 No. 21285 ID: 6ef6c8

Well I'm glad I bumped this when I did and got your attention. Thanks for the chapter, glad you're still alive. Hope all your problems have been resolved and that you're living more stably.


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Gamer 14/03/10(Mon)10:02 No. 21332 ID: f30f4a

>>21285
Oh, things are as awful as ever. Heh, well, not exactly. I suppose I can't complain too much; I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, wheels on my car, and while I can't say I have any savings, I'm not broke or going hungry. I'm just not at a place in my life that I'd like to be at.

That's likely going to be my biggest excuse for such a long wait. I haven't progressed anywhere in my life, and I've tried resolving every issue at once and in the end nothing gets solved. Henceforth, no progress on anything. Including my story.

I am very glad you enjoyed it, though, and once yet ANOTHER PC issue gets resolved (this time being my vid card), I'll get another chapter up. I'm already working on it, as well, so no more three year waits.


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Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)15:39 No. 22077 ID: c91a45

Holy crap, this story's been updated since I checked last! Awesome!


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Anonymous 15/01/08(Thu)11:55 No. 23088 ID: 943e26

i want to see sammy watch clarrisa be fucked by chad and id love to see him spend time evading their search squads whoring for hiding places


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Anonymous 15/06/01(Mon)01:49 No. 23624 ID: b703de

bump


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Anonymous 15/11/04(Wed)13:49 No. 23950 ID: c91a45

Bump?


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Anonymous 16/04/17(Sun)17:10 No. 24204 ID: f0bc0d

Bump


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Anonymous 16/04/17(Sun)17:10 No. 24205 ID: f0bc0d

Bump


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HigherMoose 16/04/18(Mon)10:40 No. 24207 ID: 62b1d7

It's been over a year. Stop.


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Anonymous 16/04/18(Mon)11:36 No. 24208 ID: af135f

No, and bump.


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HigherMoose 16/04/19(Tue)08:35 No. 24210 ID: 62b1d7

>>24208

You're the cancer that's killing this board.


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Anonymous 16/04/26(Tue)08:49 No. 24223 ID: 0f3d7a

Bump-a-dump.


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Anonymous 16/10/20(Thu)21:02 No. 24766 ID: 57b8e2

Bump bump bump


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)03:42 No. 24767 ID: 738f66

>>24766
Please. Stop. He could've been nicer but you are seriously one of the factors killing the board.


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)03:42 No. 24768 ID: 738f66

>>24766
Please. Stop. He could've been nicer but you are seriously one of the factors killing the board.


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bump Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)08:17 No. 25043 ID: 57b8e2

Bump bump bump bumpbump


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Anonymous 17/10/30(Mon)00:52 No. 25181 ID: 55cc6b

>>25043
Bump mafakas



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