IRC by Vallee The dark room was dimly illuminated by the computer monitor. In front of the screen sat Marty Peters. Marty was doing something that he wasted much of his time doing. Chatting on the IRC's. But Marty wasn't just chatting. He was pretending to be someone else. . He was pretending to be a girl. Marty had logged on under the name Karen Hurley and had proceeded to log into the various sex channels. *** Marty was a rather shy and quiet boy outside of the cyberworld, and did not get much attention in his life. He seemed to withdraw into the world of IRC's and when he watched at how all the girls got so many people to chat to them, he decided to see if he could pretend. ***** Marty was chatting in the main window of #teensex under the nick "cybergirl". As soon as he logged on, he was besieged by people asking him for an age/sex check. Laughing to himself, he entered "18/f".. a far cry from his 21 maleness. As soon as that little tidbit of data was transferred to the people, every guy on the channel requested information. Private chat windows sprung up all over his screen. "Geeze.. These guys will believe anything without proof.. losers" he snickered to himself. As usual, the main questions in the windows he did reply to were things like "What do you look like" or "What color is your hair" or even "how big are your breasts??" Instead of keying in the usual description, Marty quickly thought up a detailed 'biography" of a girl and fed it to the eager guys. "Brunette. Long wavy hair past my shoulders. about 5'3 and 97 lbs. Very pretty and athletic. Very firm body. Very cute!" This seemed to incite the cybergeeks even more, as the questions seemed to fly up the screen. The question "Are you single" popped up on one window. Marty answered "Yes.. Just recently" Another windows displayed "What are your measurements!". Marty thought for a minute before stating "34C-21-36: "Wow" came the reply. Marty became very engrossed typing the reply to the many people talking to him. So engrossed that he failed to notice the changes coming over him. His hair seemed to sprout and cascade past his shoulders while his body in the darkness shimmered and suddenly solidified. Marty ,in the meantime, had whittled the people he was talking to down to 2. One named "Mr.E" and the other "Horniguy". "Mr.E" seemed to prefer a more serious conversation while Horniguy wanted.. well, that's not hard to guess. Mr.E seemed to ask Marty about his life, hobbies and other interests. Marty made up a fake life story including being a cheerleader for his current high school (Even though he graduated 3 years before), and not being to interested in computers. He even told Mr.E. that his 'brother' had set up the IRC's before he left for college and that he had no idea how his brother did it. Marty quite content with his answer focused more attention on the other open chat window. HG seemed to be just a perv, testing Marty's sexual knowledge of women (which was mostly made up of stereotypical stories he had heard). Questions just seemed to fly up both windows. Marty tried to keep up and not give conflicting answers. Mr.E : "What's your favorite color" CyberGirl : teal... HG : Do you dress sexy? CG : All the time.. I love to feel sexy. I don't even own pants!! All skirts and shorts! Mr. E. : Do you work?? and if so where?? CG : I'm a waitress at a bar HG picking up on the last comment typed : HG : What do you wear?? Are u still wearing it? Thinking for a moment, Marty started to reply with "Well, I wear a short black skirt, and a tight teal scoop necked shirt. And I usually wear white stockings and black pumps.. I get lots of tips!" Again, while Marty typed, his cut off jeans slowly fused and moved up his legs, stopping at his mid thigh. His blue T-shirt brightened and became more snug, showing off his new assets as the neckline plunged, almost showing the top of his new bra His gray wool socks became soft and sheer as they tightened and slid up his legs until they reached just under his skirt. Next to his chair, his high top sneakers became smaller and darker as they formed into a black pump with a 2 inch heel. About an hour later, Marty was still laughing to himself at how easily he had convinced all these people that he was a girl! "As long as you keep the facts straight.. no problem.", he thought to himself. He was replying to Mr.E's question of "What is your eye color" with "Gree... when the computer reset! Jumping back with a little start, Jeff watched the computer reboot and report a "System Crashed. The following icons have been corrupted and deleted : mIRC " "AHHH!!" Jeff thought to himself, and then realized that it was way past midnight. Time he went to bed anyways. Wheeling around on his chair, it stopped when he tried to move it forward. Looking down, he saw the black pair of pumps sitting on his floor. Going down to pick them up, he noticed the new weight on his chest. Standing up and turning on the light, he noticed that his room was different! Instead of the dark blue paint, his walls were a light green! His blankets had been replaced with a frilly comforter and pillows that matched the walls. Looking around the room, he saw a picture sitting on his bedstand of some guy and girl looking happy. Picking up the picture, he saw his reflection in the glass. Running to the mirror, he noticed himself for the first time. He was the girl he had described in the chat channels, from his dark curly hair to his centerfold figure. As quickly as the sudden realization took place, the mental change occurred. Names faces and other memories were changed to conform to what was said in the IRC's. Marty could only remember his name as being Kristen. His job was now working at the nearby bar, and he was still in high school! She knew the people in the photo as being herself and her recently broken up with boyfriend. She recognized the cheerleading outfit in her closet and her soon-to-be-used graduation dress hanging next to it. Kristen could still remember being someone named Marty, but the memories were weaker. There but not unless she thought about them. One sudden realization was that this "Marty" person had defined Kristen as being computer illiterate!! Running to the computer, Kristen had no idea how to get logged back onto the chat channels. She knew that only the icon was erased but had no clue on how to fix it! Sitting on her 'new' bed, Kristen started to sob into her hands "If only I had been myself...." Shortly after, she fell asleep and into her new life.