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From: madrabit@ix.netcom.com(Madrabbit)
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Subject: TG: BBS OOOOOOOPS! by Unknown
Date: 13 Dec 1996 08:27:42 GMT
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>>> Here's another story I found a long time ago.  This was even before
I was on the 'Net, back in the days when my favorite letters were BBS. 
Anyway, I didn't write it, am not responsible for it, and don't know if
there's any more of it to share.  There never was an author's name with
it, so I guess if anyone else wants to take the ball and run with it to
complete the story, it's all yours! :)
  
As always if you're under 18, GO AWAY!  Go read rec.arts.anime.creative
instead...

                            BBS OOOOOOOPS!
                               Unknown

   It seemed simple enough.  Certainly it didn't seem dangerous. 
After all, we were just talking about fantasies.  I was chatting
via computer with my friend Gabrielle and we were playing another
in the series of fantasy games we played.  This time, she was
playing the role of a woman who knew magic and was going to
change me into a woman.  She described me in great detail, tall,
blonde, leggy, slender, and even dressed the new me, in two
outfits; one a pair of black stirrup pants, boots that came to
just below the knee, a sweater and appropriate jewelry; the
second, a work outfit for the new job she said I would get, a
navy blue suit, jacket, skirt, blouse, nylons, and black pumps. 
As we were saying goodnight, she said there was a new computer
board she had just logged onto and that I should try it.  
   "What makes it so special?"  
   "It's for women only, and now that you're a woman, you should
log on."  
   "Very funny, what's the number?"  She gave it to me and
admonished me not to try logging on as a man, as it would mean
instant deletion.

   I played with the computer awhile and then decided to try
logging onto that board she'd mention.  I made up a new identity,
based on the game Gabrielle and I had just played.  I even used
the new name she'd given me, Debbie.  After a few minutes, I was
done with the bio and was exploring the board.  It was one of the
best I'd ever seen.  Then, the phone rang.  I answered it.

   "Hello."  
   "Hi, is Debbie there?"  
   I thought for a moment...must be a coincidence.  "No, wrong
number."  
   "O.k., thanks."  
   Then, on the board, I found myself being pulled into chat by
the board's sysop.  
   "Hi Debbie, is the number you gave as your voice line on the
bio correct?"  
   I answered yes and then the phone rang again.  "Hi, is Debbie
there, this is Cindy of the Woman Only Board calling to verify
her."  

   I gulped and decided I was busted and there was nothing to do
about it.  I said "Uh, I'm Debbie, I was just having some fun
logging onto your board, a friend of mine, Gabrielle recommended
I try it.  It's a great board."  
   "Well then, Debbie, by all means, enjoy the board for tonight. 
Especially check out the pubs on magic and witchcraft."

   I did and was amazed to see that the sysop was very into
witchcraft.  There was even a post in the witchcraft board that
warned any man who read it would suffer a fate appropriate for
his transgression.  I figured it meant he'd be deleted from the
board.  
   Just before I left, I got a note from Cindy.  It said, "Good
night, Debbie.  Hope you like that name."

   I went to bed a few moment later and slept fitfully.  It felt
like someone was poking and prodding me while I slept.  Finally I
awoke.  Funny, I didn't remember falling asleep on the couch.  As
I yawned, I poked myself in the face with a long nail.  I didn't
remember my nails being that long.  As I looked at it, I didn't
remember them being painted red either.  I examined myself, and
screamed.  I was now dressed in the exact outfit Gabrielle had
described the night before, right down to the black pumps, and
the two pairs of earrings in my now pierced ears.  I ran to the
mirror and saw a gorgeous, blonde face staring back at me.

   To be continued...?