Commuter Transmute Her
Stephanie logged off her computer and picked up her purse and coat. It had been a long day, she told herself, and considering the time it was going to take for her to get home, it wasn’t likely to get all that much shorter.
Stephanie joined the throng of her fellow workers as they filed out of the office building. A couple of blocks later brought her to Market Street and from there, she joined the people making their way down into the Powell Street station.
Wearily, Stephanie slid her ticket into the reader and she followed the rest of the crowd down to the lower platform where she finally let out a sigh. She wasn’t so young as to have boundless energy, the auburn-haired secretary told herself, and once her train arrived, she still had almost a full hour to go before she finally reached her final destination.
She looked up at the overhead signs. A Dublin train was coming into the station and Stephanie sighed. Too bad that wasn’t hers, she told herself, but that would almost have been too lucky to arrive just in the nick of time, and besides, that was okay. She could wait. She’d done it before.
The train rolled into the station and discharged some passengers before picking up new ones and finally, it was on its way.
Stephanie sighed again. How long had she been doing her current job. Was it seven years, she thought. It seemed like she’d been doing it forever, but she was good at it. Still, there was a part of her that craved a change, any change.
The overhead signs lit up again and this time, they said the inbound train was a 10-car Fremont train. This was her train, and with others headed in the same direction as her, she took her place and waited for the train to arrive.
The doors opened and once more, the train disgorged its passengers before finally taking on new ones to take their places. Like the others, Stephanie moved forward to board the train.
An open seat. Stephanie couldn’t believe it. The man who’d been sitting there must have gotten distracted or something because he hadn’t gotten up until the train was already in the station. Stephanie couldn’t believe her luck. As tired as she was, she moved quickly and she pounced on the open seat. She smiled smugly to herself. At least this time around, she wasn’t going to have to ride standing up. At least this time around, she was going to be able to sit the whole way.
She sighed. It was still a long ride to Fremont, but at least she wouldn’t have to do it standing up.
Stephanie looked out of her window. There wasn’t much to look at here. For the beginning part of her journey, BART was an underground train, traveling first through the financial district, then out through the Embarcadero and then finally out under the bay. Stephanie didn’t care. She was too tired to look anyway so she just sat back and let herself relax.
It felt good to relax, she told herself. No, that wasn’t exactly right. It felt even better to relax on that particular day. She seemed to just sink back into the seat and she let her eyes close. So relaxing, she told herself. So very relaxing.
Stephanie’s eyes came open suddenly. They were already above ground and passing through south Oakland. Had she really been that tired, she asked herself. Of course, the answer was obvious. She’d fallen asleep, hadn’t she, so of course, she was that tired.
And still the chair felt so comfortable. It was almost as if hands were massaging her lower back. That couldn’t be, of course. BART didn’t have seats like that. They were pre-fabbed seats just like in any other mass transit system and yet, and yet it did feel that way. She felt incapable of moving as the train bore her forward and as she thought about it, she realized she didn’t want to move.
So she just sat there in the seat that couldn’t possibly be as comfortable as it felt and she let the train bear her along.
By the time the train finally pulled into the station, many of the people had come and gone but Fremont was the end of the line. An announcement said that this train was going out of service and would not be returning to San Francisco. Everybody should please disembark now.
Stephanie pulled herself out of her seat and as she did so, she groaned. She felt stiff, almost to the point of having trouble walking. Geez, she thought as she joined her fellow riders on the platform. I must have been more tired than I thought.
A bus ride dropped her off near her home but it was still a six block walk to her flat. By the time she got there, it was as if she had trouble doing almost anything at all. She really should fix herself something to eat, she told herself, but as tired as she was ... she decided to give dinner a pass. She just didn’t feel up to it anyway.
The next day was Tuesday. Tuesday’s were the days she worked late so while the other workers were filing out of the office, Stephanie stayed at her desk.
She opened her desk and she took out some chocolates. If she wasn’t going to leave with everyone else, she might as well indulge herself.
It was almost 6:30 by the time Stephanie finally logged out of computer. It was weird, Stephanie thought. Usually, she was worn out by the end of the day on Tuesdays, but for some reason, this time around, she wasn’t. She almost felt like she could keep going and going and going.
She couldn’t, of course. It was just a feeling, but still ...
Once more, Stephanie picked up her coat and her purse. The good thing about working late she told herself as she walked to the station was that at least she didn’t have to deal with the rush that she did on other days. She walked past a street musician trying to play “Let it Be,” and doing it badly and she walked down into the bowels of the station.
She hoped she’d get a seat again this time. The day before had been a fluke but on this day and at this hour, there was definitely a chance that she’d get what she wanted.
The overhead signs announced the coming of a Fremont bound train and sure enough, there was a seat open next to the window. It didn’t matter how tired she was or how long she might have worked, with a sudden burst of energy, Stephanie zipped through the now opened doors of the train and moments later, she was settling herself into a seat by the window.
Just that little burst of energy was enough. A weary Stephanie settled back into her seat as the train left the station.
Stephanie came to with a start. Once more, it was light outside and it seemed as if she’d zoned out during all the underground parts of the trip. She must have been more tired than she’d thought, thought Stephanie, but no matter. She was feeling better now.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true.
Just as it had the night before, it seemed as if her back was almost melded to the seat behind her. She felt so comfortable just sitting there, except for two tiny pricks right around the areas of her kidneys. It was almost as if something was poking her ...
No. Not poking her. It was almost as if something were inserted inside her, and yet as much as she knew that should bother her, Stephanie found herself powerless to do anything about it. She could feel the ... the needles or instruments or ... or whatever they were ... she could feel them pushing into her back, but she seemed powerless to do anything about them.
Whatever they were, they seemed to withdraw almost at the same time as the train operator announced they were entering the Fremont station.
Stephanie gasped at their removal and it was only then that she realized she’d been holding her breath only ... only it didn’t feel as if she had. It didn’t feel as if she’d been holding her breath.
As the train came to a stop, Stephanie, like the other passengers rose, but Stephanie had to know. She turned to look at the seat but there was nothing, nothing but a seat with some cheap plastic and little else. There was nothing that should poke, prod or pierce. There was absolutely nothing.
The next day at work seemed to take place almost as if it were in a dream, not of course, that Stephanie ever dreamed of work. It was just that Stephanie hardly seemed to think about the tasks set before. She just did them and when something happened that was out of the ordinary, she didn’t gripe or complain.
In fact, if she thought about it at all, she would have realized that the idea of complaining was foreign to her, but of course to have thought about it would have meant that it wasn’t foreign to her, so of course, Stephanie never thought about complaining.
And besides, there were other things to think about, like service and doing a job well and ... well, and being sexy.
Looking sexy?
It wasn’t like she hadn’t ever thought of giving good service or of doing a job right. In fact, she did think about those things on a regular basis, and of course, she liked looking good, but looking sexy?
And yet, earlier that morning as she’d stood there in front of her mirror wearing just her panties, she couldn’t help but think that what she really wanted was to look sexy.
She chose a black skirt. It was still business like but it was shorter than what she normally wore. She chose a white blouse and she decided there was something wrong. Not with the blouse, she decided, but with something else.
She took the blouse off and it didn’t take her long to identify the offending garment. Off came her bra and then she was back again with a new bra. This one pushed her tits up and when she put the blouse back in place, oh yes, that was nice. Just undo a button at the top, or maybe two, and voila. Very, very nice.
That day at work, people noticed her, and why shouldn’t they, Stephanie told herself. After all, she was hot.
Normally, she’d feel tired and frustrated, tired because it was a long day, and frustrated by the sheer mass of those bodies, all seemingly trying to the same place at the same time, but this day was different.
This day, she didn’t feel tired at all. She felt like she could keep going and going because that was what she was supposed to do, and this day, she didn’t feel frustrated because of the people around her. This day, it was almost as if she were energized by them.
Once more, the overhead signs announced the arrival of a Fremont-bound train and once more Stephanie joined the queue with the other passengers.
Stephanie wasn’t sure why but she wasn’t surprised to find that there was a seat open for her by the window and as she settled back into the seat, she watched as the train leaped forward towards its next destination.
This time, she didn’t pass out. This time, she felt it. Two pricks on either side of the back, seemingly just behind her kidneys, pin pricks really and then ...
And then it was as if something bigger was following the path of the pricks, something big was being inserted her, and Stephanie was powerless to stop it.
Stephanie didn’t want to stop it.
Whatever it was that had entered her, it was doing something to her. It was changing her. It was ...
It was changing her and all Stephanie could do was sit there and take it. There was even a part of her that relished the change. She didn’t even know if these were her own thoughts anymore or if these thoughts had been imposed on her, but in the end, it didn’t really matter. All Stephanie could do was sit there and take it, and she liked it. She wasn’t sure why she liked it. She just knew she did.
Now that she’d become aware of the probes in her back, and really, that was the best word that Stephanie had to describe them, but now that she’d become aware of them, it seemed as if she had an almost infinite awareness of them. When the probes attached themselves to her body’s neural network, she knew that. When the probes dripped endorphins into her, her body relented to the inevitable pleasure, and when the probes ordered her to do something, Stephanie obeyed, knowing that even as she did these things, that the urge to do them had come from outside her body.
Once more, the probes left her body just before the train arrived at the Fremont station, but this time, when Stephanie got up, she didn’t even bother to look at the seat behind her. She knew even without looking that there was nothing there for her to see.
Stephanie was silver the next morning.
That should have come to her as more of a surprise than it did, but silver she was.
The silver washed off in the shower, but Stephanie couldn’t help but think of herself as still being silver. She wasn’t sure why she was silver. She just knew that was what she was.
She discovered her next surprise when she went to get dressed. The push-up bra that she’d worn the day before was no longer needed.
Her breasts seemed almost to defy gravity. She poked and prodded at them but whatever had happened to them, in the end, one thing was clear. They were still her tits.
Just as she had the day before, she chose a skirt and a blouse. She was still a secretary, she told herself but the skirt was shorter and the blouse was tighter.
She discovered something else only after she’d gotten to work. Her pussy seemed to be in an almost constant state of readiness and as the day wore on, she found herself wishing more and more that somehow she could take care of that need.
“Ready for initial programming upload.”
Who? What? Stephanie blinked. Who had said that?
She was sitting in her seat and the probes had entered her just as she’d expected them to, but this was something new. This was a voice that she was hearing in her ears.
Only it seemed no one else had heard what she’d heard what she’d heard.
“Begin upload now.”
Stephanie could feel it happening. It wasn’t like she’d done anything to make it happen, but she could tell her mind was receiving direction and she knew there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it.
“Upload 20% done.”
Stephanie could feel something was happening to her mind. She was being rewired and data was being moved into new folders.
Wait a minute. That wasn’t right. Her mind didn’t have folders. She wasn’t a computer. This wasn’t right.
Even before they came, Stephanie could feel the endorphins coming. When they hit her blood stream, she just smiled. It was okay, she told herself.
No wait. It wasn’t ...
More endorphins.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was okay to let her mind be reworked like this.
No ...
Still more endorphins.
Stephanie smiled dumbly. It was okay, she told herself. They could do whatever they wanted with her.
“Upload 50% done.”
Her mind and everything about who she was or who she had been, it was all neatly segregated away, but now there were new files entering her system. Stephanie could feel them entering her mind but when she tried to access them, she kept being told that access was denied.
That Stephanie had accepted that answer at all surprised her. This was, after all, her mind, but she wasn’t going to let that response stand for long, and soon, she was back again, trying to read the files.
Another shot of endorphins took care of that. Stephanie knew the files were there. It just wasn’t important anymore for her to take a look at them.
“Upload 80% done.”
New programs were being installed, programs that would now dictate how her mind ran and Stephanie knew she’d been changed now and forever.
“Upload 90% done. Verification phase.”
“State your designation.”
Even though she heard this through her auditory sensors, she knew verbal response was not needed or allowed. “Steph-bot one,” she replied.
“Response verified. State your function.”
“Pleasure drone.” In the back of her mind, Steph-bot thought she heard a faint beep as she completed her answer.
“Response verified. State your purpose.”
“To give pleasure.” Again, there was the beep.
“Response verified. Reboot.”
Steph-bot would have felt a momentary surge of panic if such a feeling had been allowed to her but it was not. She lost consciousness but consciousness quickly returned to her and with it came a new outlook on life.
Her name was Steph-bot one. She was a pleasure drone. She needed to give pleasure.
Beep.
She turned to the man sitting next to her. He was a businessman reading a newspaper. “Excuse me, sir.”
The man looked at her. “Yes.”
“May I give you pleasure.” Beep.
“I beg your pardon.”
Steph-bot was sure she’d formed the request right. “May I give you pleasure?” she asked again. Beep.
“I don’t understand.”
“I want to suck your cock.” Beep.
“What?!”
Initial request not understood. Move to secondary request action. Beep.
“Hey,” the man said. “Hey. What are you doing?”
Steph-bot didn’t bother to answer. It had to be clear what she was doing as her hands unzipped the man’s pants.
“Hey, you can’t do that here,” the man hissed. “Someone’s going to see.”
But Steph-bot wasn’t paying any attention. She pulled the man’s cock out of his pants. He was already somewhat hard and he was getting harder by the moment. She looked at the man. “I want to suck your cock.” Beep.
The man couldn’t help but watch as this woman he’d never met before leaned down and ...
Oh fuck, that felt good. Oh fuck. The man closed his eyes as he relished the feel of her mouth on his cock. Oh fuck.
The man’s eyes opened and he looked around the train’s compartment. Surely, someone had to be seeing this.
But it appeared no one was.
And, oh geez, he was getting his cock sucked. He couldn’t believe it. No one had ever done that for him before and now here was this woman on a train, a woman he didn’t even know, and she was sucking away at his cock.
And god damn it. She was doing it good. Oh geez. She was doing it so fucking good.
He was going to cum. He wondered if he should tell her. He probably should, he told herself, but if he did, she’d probably stop, so he didn’t say a word.
Steph-bot heard the man groan and that’s when she felt it. He was cumming in her mouth and she sucked him harder just as she’d been programmed to do.
When the man was finally done, Steph-bot put the man’s cock back inside his underwear and calmly rezipped his slacks as if this were the most natural thing in the world for her and then she sat back in her seat and she looked straight ahead.
“Thank you,” the man said softly.
There was no response from the woman.
“Um, that was great,” he said again.
Again, there was no response.
“My name’s Robert.”
Again, there was no response. The woman just stared straight ahead.
Finally, the man sat back.
When the train pulled into Fremont station, Steph-bot heard the command in her head. “Reset,” the command said.
Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. What had she done? But she knew what she’d done and she didn’t even want to dwell on what she was tasting in her mouth. Oh my God.
The next morning was hardly better. Stephanie kept getting the feeling that she couldn’t possibly go to work because someone from the night nefore might see her, and yet, the truth was, she couldn’t not go to work. She needed her job and she needed the income that came from it. Still, that didn’t keep her from finding excuses why maybe she couldn’t go.
She barely made the train that morning. If she’d missed that, she told herself, there would have been hell to pay when she got into work. Still, it was with no small measure of trepidation that she boarded the train into the city. She kept looking around but it seemed as if no one recognized her.
Of course, how long really could she expect her luck to hold. One trip was exactly that. One trip. Who was to say that someone wouldn’t recognize her on the way home, or next week, or maybe a month from now.
Still, there wasn’t much that she could do about it, Stephanie told herself, and so she threw herself into her work with a gusto that was meant to subvert her experiences from the day before.
This was more dangerous, Stephanie thought as she approached the station at end of the day. This would be the same group of people who’d gotten on the train with her the day before. Surely, one of them would recognize her.
But if anyone did, no one said anything or even showed the slightest hint of recognition. Maybe she’d get home without anyone recognizing her.
The overhead sign showed that a Fremont train was coming into the station. Like all the others, Stephanie took her place on the platform and waited for the train to arrive.
The train arrived and the doors opened. Passengers left and others took their place.
“Steph-bot, reassert.” Beep.
She could feel files moving around inside her head and her old personality being put on the table in favor of her new one.
“Obey prime directive.” Beep.
Steph-bot looked around her. There was a young woman. She looked to be about 22 or 23. Blond hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and she wore short shorts and white socks. “Pardon me, Miss. May I eat your pussy?”
The girl looked at Steph-bot. “W-what?” she stammered.
“May I eat your pussy?”
“But ... but who ... I mean, no.”
“You don’t want your pussy to be eaten?”
“No ... I mean, why are you asking me this?”
“I want to eat your pussy. I want to make you happy.”
The girl was appearing more and more flustered. “B-b-but—”
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?”
“No.”
“Have you ever wanted to have someone eat your pussy?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” the girl asked in desperation.
“Because you want it.”
“H-h-how do you know?”
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is you want it. You know you want it.”
The girl was silent.
“I promise you you’ll enjoy it,” Steph-bot said.
The girl still stayed silent.
“Last chance,” said Steph-bot.
“I’ll do it.”
Steph-bot knelt and then she pushed the girl’s knees apart.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God.”
Steph-bot pulled the girls shorts down and then down came her panties. “Relax,” she told the girl. “You’ll like this. I promise.”
Whatever the girl might have commented was lost in a flurry of moans as Steph-bot’s tongue slipped between her legs. “I ... I can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” the girl stammered even as her body writhed under the effects of that tongue.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. Everyone’s going to see me ... oh fuck, but I don’t ... I don’t care. Oh geez.”
“Oh geez, that’s good. Lick me. Lick my pussy. Oh God. Lick me there.”
Steph-bot’s tongue never stopped its work even as the girl writhed in what was obvious pleasure.
“I’m going to cum,” the girl moaned. “I’m going to cum.”
If Steph-bot heard the girl, she gave no indication of it at all. She just kept licking the girl’s pussy.
The girl screamed as her pussy gave into the inevitable. She huffed and puffed as her body shook and when it was over, Steph-bot pulled back. “How was that?” she asked.
“That was fucking fantastic,” the girl gushed.
“I’m glad,” Steph-bot said as she started to rise.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“I have to see if there are others that need my services.”
“B-but I don’t even know your name.”
Steph-bot just stood there as if the concept of name was suddenly foreign to her.
“Will I see you around,” the girl asked when she realized she wasn’t going to get an answer.
“I’ll be around,” Steph-bot said and with that, she turned and walked off into the crowd.
Thirty minutes later, the train rolled into Fremont station and as Steph-bot disembarked, she heard the command, “Reset,” followed by a beep.
It was a month later and the transit agency directors were looking at charts. “As you can see, our ridership is way up,” said one of the managers.
“Yes, and even with our new fare increase, customer satisfaction is through the roof.”
“My biggest concern,” said another manager, “is I think we need to put more cars in service.”
“Ridership’s that high?”
“Just look at the numbers, Joe, and it’s on a steady uphill climb. I don’t see this leveling out any time soon.”
The manager looked at the other managers gathered around him. “So I’d say our new program was a success.”
The other managers all nodded.
“All right then. Let’s keep at it and let’s keep the good work going.”