Chapter #622nd Century Clothes Encounters by: Unknown Color returns to the computer, to your house, to everything. You look outside -- neatly-trimmed green grass, houses, cars, a woman kneeling and weeding with blonde hair that emerges solely from her scalp, and she’s wearing a flower-print dress.
You lean back in your chair and breathe a big sigh of relief. You’re wearing clothes, too. The giant red “WARNING” letters are gone from the computer screen. There’s just the slider bar, and “New alterations to reality fully complete in 9 seconds.”
You watch the number diminish, but nothing apparent is changing. It gets to 0, and a new message appears: “Alteration to Technology (Clothing: Year 2111) complete.”
Leaning forward, you click “OK,” and then think, “Wait, did that say ‘2111?” You realize your devolved hand didn’t give you fine control over the mouse, and so you probably should be glad you got within 100 years.
You start to click back to the main Technology menu to fix the problem, but then you hear Stacey’s voice. “Honey?”
Quickly turning around in your chair, you see her close the door behind her. You’re relieved that she’s in her normal human body -- actually, she looks better than ever, you think, almost as if she’s a few years younger and has had some blemishes removed. But maybe that’s because you saw her as an ape/Neanderthal moments ago.
“Didn’t you get the one-minute warning?” she asks. “Usually you’re already waiting in bed.”
“What?” You spin back around in your chair toward the computer, thinking she’s talking about an email or an instant message. No notification windows are immediately apparent, though.
“Silly,” she says. She spins your chair back around, then leans toward you with her hands on the armrests. You look up into her eyes. “Spice and variety,” she says, with a mysterious smile on her face.
Her body shimmers.
You’re suddenly looking into a different pair of eyes -- brown irises, almond-shaped, ringed with dark eyeliner and colorful shadow. Where Stacey had been standing, there’s now what looks like someone straight out of a porn movie, a young Asian woman, petite except for her overly large breasts, wearing a skimpy, erotic parody of a schoolgirl uniform.
“Ooh, this again,” she says, putting her hands under the melon-sized breasts that are barely contained by a sheer white top tied off beneath them. “But I thought you were going to change the preferences -- okay, never mind, we’ll talk about the tits later.”
She leans forward and kisses you. A perfume you don’t recognize reaches your nostrils. You’re still a bit bewildered. She breaks off and says, “I guess we’re playing exchange student and school football star. What are you, a running back?”
What’s she talking about? You haven’t played football since high school, where you were a second-string lineman.
You look down at yourself. You’re wearing a shirt you don’t recognize -- a shirt of some shiny green material with big white numerals spelling out “22.” The white pants you’re now wearing don’t look familiar, either. But what really captures your attention is how dark your skin is.
On wobbly legs, you stand up and cross the room to Stacey’s walk-in closet. You throw it open, scarcely noticing that it’s filled with boxes instead of clothes, and look at yourself in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the door.
You’re African-American -- okay, black. Taller, with well-defined musculature. Handsome face, but very different from your own. Looks like you’re only in your early 20s, if that. You run your hand over your shaved head, a bit stunned.
“Come on, you can look at yourself after,” insists the Asian porn star. You turn around to see that she’s on the bed, and she’s untied her top, revealing her brown nipples.
“Here’s the wave,” she says, and you can literally see her grow flush as her eyes briefly roll back in her head. It’s as if a switch was flipped, and now you’re feeling it, too -- your cock is straining against the pants you’re wearing, causing a noticeable tent in the front. There’s no other word for it -- you want to fuck.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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