Regular readers may remember a story I did a little while ago featuring the Wizard and an impressive little machine, called Virtual Television.
A reader made a remark that set me thinking about having the Wizard get the machine fixed, and hiring it out again.
Here is the result, I hope you enjoy it!
My special thanks to Steve Zink for yet more editing and help in getting this one just right. For those of a technical nature, I don't think a 50" flatscreen Nicam Stereo TV actually exists, yet. Nicam Stereo is something available in the UK and offers seriously impressive sound quality to say the least.
It was a quiet day down at the mall, and the SRU Wizard was bored. This made for a change! It was usually the suckers who came through his door who were the bored ones.
'Hmmm, how can I amuse myself, and attract Paul to come in today?' the Wiz thought. He knew Paul was in the mall...well, he is a wizard! Paul was fated to call in to Spells 'R' Us one day this week, but things were quiet, and the Wiz wanted something to do!
'Okay, John had a LOT of fun with the Virtual Television 'Beta' I conned him into. I think Paul will like the same unit, now that I've had it repaired. Shame John never read the small print on that contract. Still, the money that the Japanese Anime Collector paid for him more than covered the costs of having the Elven Guild repair and update the unit.'
Paul was strolling through the mall, looking for something special for his collection of electrical equipment. He was very much into new toys, and had to have the latest item. He was the first person in town to have a digital video camera, a DVD recorder, and his piece de resistance was the new 50" flat screen nicam stereo television set.
He approached a dingy looking corner of the mall; there would be nothing for him there, but something drew him down to a small store. It said "Spells R Us" on the window, a window with a big screen TV, and a beautiful blonde woman stood, apparently watching the program. 
As he neared the window, the woman flickered and changed into another stunning woman, this time a ravishing redhead. Paul could hardly believe his eyes at this, and just had to find out what was happening, so into the store he walked.
"Ah, hello, Paul, I've being waiting for you," said an old man dressed in a blue bathrobe behind the counter.
"Wha...how do you know my name? No, never mind; this lady watching your television. When I neared your shop she was blonde, now she's a different woman, and a redhead as well! What's going on?"
"Let me show you something, Paul." Saying so, the old man walked past him, up to the window display, and waved his hand THROUGH the woman in the window!
Paul nearly jumped out of his skin. "What is it? A hologram?"
"Sort of; it's a very special piece of machinery which has only just been released. In fact, it isn't really available anywhere else yet. This is the only one in this country. What it does is take the image of a person on the television show and re-create it in the room, like this. The remote does all the work; as you can see, it can be set for male or female images. Also, it allows one to switch characters from one to another. The only thing is that the image chosen is the one on the screen at the time you press the button."
Well, once Paul heard the phrase "the only one" he just knew he had to have it! So they settled down to some serious haggling. Paul couldn't believe just how much the old man came down from the original price. Must be his age; he had no idea how much one of these things would be worth.
Finally, they shook hands on the deal, and the old man wrapped the small machine up and started to hand it to Paul. "Hmmm...well, okay, Paul. However, there are a couple of rules you MUST take note of. First, dont sit in the beam which creates the image, you may find some strange side effects. Secondly, most importantly, dont use it if there is an electrical storm in your area. Okay?"
"Hmmm, yep, whatever. Here's my money, gimme, gimme!"
The machine was smaller than Paul expected, and had just one lead, that to clip over the TV aerial. The remote was almost as big as the projector it seemed. He drove home and parked the car in his garage, went inside, then closed and locked his front door. He drew the curtains and plugged the machine onto the aerial lead, switched his television on, and waited. Nothing happened, well, apart from the TV coming on. The program he saw was an old rerun of Wonder Woman with Lynda Carter in the lead role.
"Now, where's the remote? Ah, let's see what happens when I press the on button." Suiting actions to sayings, he did so.
'Wow, unbelievable!' he thought, as he looked at the fantastic persona of Wonder Woman that stood in front of him. He tried to caress the figure's breasts, but of course, his hand passed right through the image. His hand tingled as he did so, which made him wonder what would happen if he stood inside the image.
He tried to move in front of the image so as to merge, but of course he simply cut off the beam, and the figure disappeared. He stepped back out of the beam; as he did so, Wonder Woman reappeared, and he gave the matter more thought. Perhaps if he came at it from behind, maybe that would work. So he tried it, just to see if it was possible, you know, ignoring all that the old man in the shop had said.
He stepped into the awesome bottom of Wonder Woman, and then fully into the image; he went very dizzy at first. Then, as his head cleared, he found that as he moved his arm, Wonder Woman's arm also moved. He tried walking out of the image, but the image moved with him. He started to run his hand over his short hair, only to find that he could now feel Wonder Woman's hair and figure! He caressed the large breasts through the amazingly heavy breast plate which he could not see over to figure out how to unlace the bodice. Damn!
Paul had to make do with caressing the satin clad bottom through the Star Spangled pants, and as for the legs, wow! All Paul could feel was his hands on Wonder Woman's legs, and he had been wearing trousers when all this started! What an invention! He didn't feel different in himself, nor did he have any problem walking in Wonder Woman's high heeled boots.
Suddenly, Paul felt dizzy and slipped to his knees. When his head stopped spinning, he looked back down at himself to find the massive breasts and satin costume had vanished, and he was back to himself, visibly wearing his own clothes once again.
'What happened?' he thought, then glanced at the television. The program had finished! So, the machine had lost it's focus of a female character on screen, and so had switched itself to standby.
'Oh boy, this machine is the ultimate possession! I have got to try this out properly. What's on telly tonight?' Paul busied himself sorting out what he could watch that night; 'Thank God I'm on holiday this week!' The TV Guide didn't offer much in the way of super sexy heroines, so Paul decided to check out his video collection.
"Let's see," he said to himself as he searched though his DVD's. He considered, then discarded Rene Russo in Lethal Weapon Four, Lucy Lawless in Xena, and a few others, then spotted Debbie does Dallas and slipped it into his video player, then sat back to enjoy the evening. He thought that it might be fun to get into character as it were, and stripped all his clothes off, then pressed play.
The signature theme played, and the film came on to screen, and into his room strode Debbie, dressed in her cheerleader outfit. Paul felt a real hard on coming, but quickly stepped behind Debbie and inside the image. A moment's dizziness, and he was Debbie! What a babe, what a figure, and it was his to play with for as long as he wanted, all he had to do was set the DVD on auto-replay.
Paul enjoyed his evening playing with the body that now covered him. His hands caressed the breasts, and raising the skirt, lowered the panties and stuck his finger up inside the vagina he now had. The sensations were indescribable, pure ecstasy. He moaned with pleasure as his finger felt deeper and deeper inside 'him'. His orgasm was incredible, he never knew that sex could be as good as this; what it must be like for a woman with a man inside her he could not begin to imagine.
Laying on the sofa, still under the influence of the machine, he continued to explore this wonderful body, when the lights went out! He sat up, and nearly overbalanced. The weight on his chest was completely unexpected. He swung his feet to the floor and realized, still in the dark, that they felt wrong. He stood up and did fall, right onto something that crackled as it broke.
"What happened?" he murmured, in a sultry voice that most certainly was not his own. He could not see his hand in front of his face, as without the power, there where no lights, nor any illumination from the television screen. All he could do was try to crawl to the door to see if there was any light coming in from the street through the hallway window. He felt very strange crawling on the floor; for some reason, his chest seemed to have a load of weight that he did not remember ever noticing before. Also, he could feel something strange on his legs, as well as what must have been clothing on his body. But that could not be, as he had stripped his clothes off earlier. He lifted his arm to try to feel if there was any furniture between him and the door, and something brushed against it, something soft and silky.
Just then, the power came back on, or at least the lights did. Paul lowered his arm, then raised it in front of him again; this was not his arm, it was far too slender and had no body hair on it. He sat back on his heels and looked down at his figure, his VERY female figure! The strangeness on his legs were a pair of woman's stockings, complete with garter belt, a pair of lacy green panties down around 'her' legs from when he had been playing. The weights on his chest resolved themselves into a pair of very large breasts, partially supported by a green lacy bra under the very tight cheerleader top. As for the soft and silky something that had brushed against his arm earlier, it was Debbie's awesome hair, cascading down her back and curling around her breasts. Paul tried to stand, but the high heels that Debbie had been wearing thwarted him, for although Debbie had not problem walking in them, Paul was completely unable to master the art of using four-inch heels.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Debbie said, or rather, Paul said it, but it came out sounding just like Debbie, and it came through Debbie's lips. Where was the projector, there had to be something on it that would fix this.
'Oh shit, oh serious shit!' Paul thought, as he saw what was left of the projector. Then he remembered the crackle when he fell off the high heels; it had been the projector he had landed on, it was ruined!
"What can I do, how do I get down to the mall, that old man must have something to fix this, or change me back somehow. But HOW do I get back down there looking like this? I can't drive in this body, I can hardly stand up, for God's sake!" Paul was almost blubbering by now.
Then, just as he was thinking this night couldn't surely get any worse, his front door bell rang, loud and insistent.
"Hell, I'm not answering that, not like this!" he said to himself. "But who is it at this time of night?"
Outside were two crooks from out of town, ringing the bell for all they were worth. If anyone answered, they would bluff their way out of it, or if it was a woman, they would force their way in and rob the house anyway. If no one answered, they would simply break in and see what they could find.
No one came to answer the door, so the two went around the side and smashed a ground floor window, then climbed in. They soon found that this was a crooks paradise, the amount of expensive electronic equipment around them would keep them in booze, drugs and whores for months. Then Matt went into the front lounge, and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. On her knees, cowering behind the sofa, was Debbie, the same Debbie that did Dallas, Las Vegas and loads more porno movies that he and Jake had drooled over time and time again.
"Jake, come on in here, you'll never guess who we got as a bonus prize!" Matt shouted. 
"Huh, ohmigod, is it really her?" Jake said.
"No, I'm not Debbie, I'm not even a girl... Oh, please don't hurt me," Paul cried, terrified beyond belief. First he was now a girl, the spitting image of a porn star, and now, two thugs where eyeing his...her body up.
"Here, let me give you a hand up, miss." Suiting actions to words, Matt helped Paul to her feet, but then twisted her arm up behind her and forced Paul up the stairs to the bedrooms. Jake went on ahead and found one of the guest bedrooms decked out for Paul's female visitors, all lace and frills, complete with a huge four poster bed.
"In here with her," he shouted back to Matt, who was forcing the terrified Paul up the passage to the room. Pushing her into the room, Matt could not believe how inept the girl looked, teetering on her high heels; she always looked so graceful in her films.
Paul staggered to the bed, nursing her arm to her body. Jake pushed her down onto the bed, then grabbed her arms and pulled them over her head. Matt took some rope out of the bag they had brought with them for the spoils, and grabbing Paul's legs, started to tie them to the bottom posts of the beds. He tossed a couple of the lengths of rope to Jake, who started to tie Paul's arms to the top of the bed. Paul was frantic, all she could think of was what these two obviously had in mind for her. But she was a HE, not a SHE! She tried to explain, but she was crying so much that Matt had had enough and reached into the bag and brought out some gaffer tape, tearing off a strip, then slapped it over what he thought was Debbie's mouth, effectively gagging her.
Paul was unable to move more than a few inches, though she could certainly squirm about on the bed; the short white cheerleader's skirt rapidly rucked up, exposing both the lacy green panties and the suspenders supporting the stockings.
"Jake, go see what jewelry there is that we can take with us, and see if you can find the keys to the car, we might as well take as much as we can. I'll stay here and keep Miss Debbie company for a while, you can have her company after me," Matt instructed.
"Huh, why do I always have to make do with seconds?" Jake complained as he left the room, doing as Matt told him, as he always did.
"Now then, let's see if the tricks you get up to in your movies are all camera angles or a stuntwoman, shall we?" Matt said as he started to caress Paul's breasts. His hand was surprisingly gentle on Paul's body as he moved it down to her waist and onto her thigh. He started to stroke the skin between the top of the stocking and her panties, lifting the skirt up out of the way.
Paul started to moan under the gag, his, or her body reacting to the caresses. Matt's hand moved onto the panties, teasing them down out of the way and continuing to caress Debbie's soft skin. Matt lifted himself onto the bed, and continuing to caress Debbie with one hand, started to unbelt his trousers with the other.
"Matt, I think you had better stop that now. Come help me, MAAAATTTT!" Matt nearly fell off the bed as Jake's scream for help echoed around the room.
He stopped stroking Debbie and looked toward the door, where he thought Jake's call had come from. No, Jake, just some old dude in a bathrobe stood there.
"What the hell, who are you and where the f**k is Jake?" Matt said, as he got off the bed and started to move toward the old guy. 
The old man didn't look worried, just sighed and raised one hand. Then he pointed up with one finger, looking all the time at Matt with what could only be a bored expression on his face. Matt stopped in confusion; surely the old guy should be scared, not bored. Then he followed the finger and looked up toward the high ceiling.
"Oh, shit..." Looking down at him was Jake, pinned to the ceiling, nothing apparently holding him up there.
"Get me down, Matt! Get me down!" Jake wavered. Then, it was as if gravity had noticed that Jake was immune to it's effects, and he crashed down onto Matt, knocking both of them out cold.
Paul, as Debbie, was cooling down a little now from Matt's stroking, and was able to look over at the doorway. She recognized the old man as the guy who had sold her the machine earlier in the day.
"Mmmppphhhh!" she struggled to get past the gag. {Translation: Get me outta this mess! What happened to me? What have you done to me? GET ME OUTTA HERE!}
The Wizard just smiled and looked around the room. Quite a profitable day after all, he thought. Paul, as Debbie, would end up making cheap porno movies in Hong Kong or somewhere to pay off the bill for repairing the Virtual TV Machine, and the spells it would need to change him back, in a year or two. Matt and Jake would wake up to find themselves high class strippers with 40DD-26-38 figures, and the kickback the Wizard would get from the Balthazar's Strip and Go-Go Club would mean that his assistant Dannie might get paid this month after all.
The end. I hope you have enjoyed reading this. pjb
