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Chapter 17

"Haven't you got anything we can wear?" Perry whined.

"I told you already," Chaz groused. "There is no clothing in the jeep. You're just going to have to put up with being naked until we can get you something." She turned the heater up another notch.

Perry pouted and looked out the window at the inky black night. Her arms crossed over her breasts and thighs were pressed tight together. Sean did the same but also bent over, hiding her body. "I don't understand why we can't end this VR session. None of this is real. The system should release us."

"We are locked out of the control system. The girl who captured me told me that this virtual reality game is in control of our bodies. What happens in here affects the real world. If you change into a woman enough times in here, then you become one out there. If you get killed in here, then you die out there."

This revelation brought on somber silence. "It's like when you have a dream. For most people, your body turns off the connection to your limbs. Sleep walkers are a rare exception to the rule. The rest of us can run and jump in a dream but lay perfectly still in real life. You can't remove the headset because the system won't let you move your real arms."

"So tell me again what happened?" Chaz fixed her eyes on the road ahead. She kept the headlamps on low beam to keep security from detecting them. The jeep tossed about on the rocky dirt road.

Perry sighed. "Well, we checked into the hotel 'Bliss'. It's the one down by the club strip. Anyway, we thought. 'This is great. We're going to get some pussy tonight.'" She gazed down between her legs and appreciated the irony of that statement.

"Sean and I found that club, 'The Pit'. It was so fucking hot. There were pretty girls everywhere. We went over to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. Two girls were on us a second later. I'm thinking, 'Score'. This blonde, Ashley, was right up next to me. She was wearing a red knit dress. God what a body!"

"Anyway, one thing led to another. She suggested we head back to the lady's restroom. When we got there, the place was crowded with guys and girls. I could see the feet of girls and guys fucking in the bathroom stalls." She rolled her eyes. "I'm so stupid. I saw this girl burst out of this stall. She only had on a silk slip and lingerie underneath. These other two girls grabbed her. They dragged her back into the stall while she kicked and struggled. The door slammed shut, and I shrugged it off. You know how kinky this place is. Everyone comes here to live out their fantasies."

"Yeah, I know," Chaz agreed.

"We went into the stall right next to them. Ashley shoved me down onto the toilet seat. She jumped on top of me with her legs spread. The next thing I knew, I was inside her. She bounced up and down on my lap."

"The stall walls are made of frosted Plexiglas. I could see one of the girls holding the other girl. The one standing behind the girl was pumping into her with a huge strap-on. It was bizarre."

"I was just about to come when she held something up to my lips. 'Drink this, it will help you last longer,' she said to me. What am I gonna do? Say no? I drank it."

"She started pumping her hips again, and I was so high. Man it was great. I guess I must have blacked out. The next thing I knew I was tied up in the back of the jeep, and well ... I was a girl."

"Same for me," Sean croaked.

Chaz rubbed her face. "My story is pretty much the same, but I picked up a girl at a bar. We went back to her hotel room."

The jeep began to buck and slow. Chaz gazed down at the dashboard. The fuel gauge registered empty. They slowed to a halt. The headlights blazed ahead on the dirt and rock road.

"What's the matter?" Sean moved up between the seats. A worried expression appeared on her face.

"We're out of gas." Chaz slammed the steering wheel with her palms. "Shit!"

"What are we going to do?" Sean looked out into the cold, black night and shivered. The warmth had already begun to leave the vehicle.

Chaz shrugged, "I'll go for help. You two stay here. If I make it, I'll send someone back for you."

"No way," Perry protested. "They gave us a forced sex change and tied us up. There is no telling what they will do if they catch us."

Chaz turned in her seat and looked at the pair of naked girls. In the past, it would have seemed sexy, now it only seemed annoying. "I'm dressed, and I'm cold. You would never make it. Remember, if you die in VR, you die in real life."

"I don't care," Perry hissed. "I'm not staying here for them to find me." She opened the car door and stepped out into the night. Sean hurried out after her.

"Great," Chaz sighed. She exited the car and hurried after them. The moonlight lit up the field and forest. Up ahead, she saw the girls. They shivered from the change in temperature. Chaz ignored their complaints and kept her ears searching for hints of danger. After a hiking only a short ways, the girl's complaints grew. They were freezing cold. Although it was summer, nights in the Rockies are always cold. Temperatures can easily plummet into the teens. This was true even in a simulated environment. If this occurred, the girls could easily die of hypothermia.

Chaz kept an eye out for some hint of civilization. A single dot of light could indicate a cabin or camper. As minutes passed, their situation grew desperate. Panic began to grip all three of them. They would die if she did not find a solution.

The girls, of course, had no idea about their impending doom. They were debating the how and why of their transformation. Chief among the topics was how they might change back to males.

The twisted feeling in Chaz's gut grew worse with every step she took. The girls were counting on her, but she had no idea what to do. As a last resort, she could make a fire and keep it going all night. That would only work if the weather was clear. Rain or snow would most likely kill them.

She tried to see through the thick canopy of trees and shrubs. They loomed high above them like a giant cathedral. Only a few rays of moonlight made it down to the forest floor.

Pushing through the dense underbrush, she led the way. When they came to a waterfall and stream, she made sure the girls found the stones and did not fall into the frigid waters.

When they came to a steep embankment, she had the girls climb up her like a ladder. Once on her shoulders, she planted her hand between their legs and pushed them up to the top. The girls scrambled up, none too happy how she accomplished it.

After she climbed up, a tangled mess of gnarled trees, thick grass, and sharp rocks lay before them. "You stay here. I'm going to carry Perry across on my back. I don't want you to cut up your feet."

"Carry me? How?" Perry asked, her face turning red.

Chaz squatted down and said, "Climb up on my back." Perry moved around behind her and stretched a leg around her back. She planted her hands on her and then climbed up. When Chaz stood, Perry's head rose high above the grass.

There was something about carrying a naked woman on her back that she found strangely erotic. She could feel her hot vagina and smooth thighs pressed up against her.

Chaz kept her eyes on the ground. Loose rocks could easily turn an ankle and send them tumbling. She pushed aside thorny branches with varying levels of success.

Perry could only see a short way through the dark forest. Above the tree line, the mountains loomed like the teeth of a giant snarling mouth. It seemed an impossible situation. How could she ever hike all that way through the wilderness? Then there was the matter of the huge breasts that now hung from her chest. They swayed and jiggled with every step Chaz took. This combined with the sensitive lips between her legs nearly overwhelmed her ability to cope.

One step at a time, Chaz made her way across the field. Once on the other side, she squatted down and Perry slipped off her back. When she stumbled on a smooth rock and fell forward, Chaz reached around her to catch her. While she prevented Perry from falling, both Chaz's hand now clasped Perry's breasts. Perry pulled away and nearly toppled over again.

Soon Chaz was on her way back with another naked girl on her back. Her smooth, supple body caressed her. When they were across, she set Sean down, and they were underway again.

They started into the woods. The pine needles made a soft bed for the girl's feet. The light was nearly gone, but she could still see in black and white hues.

To her right, she happened to spy something out of place. Shapes in nature are mostly round and angular. There are very few square objects. In a thick grove of evergreens, she saw a rectangle.

"Wait here. I'll go check it out," she cautioned the girls.

Chaz crept through the woods without making a sound. While most people were kind and decent, there was a minority who weren't. Upon seeing a pair of naked girls, they might be tempted to take advantage of the situation.

She moved between the trees, barely disturbing the pine branches laden down with green needles. A window was boarded up from the inside. The cabin wall was only fifteen feet wide. It was a typical hunting cabin.

Chaz peered around the corner. No one was there. When she crept around, she saw that the door was latched and padlocked. The building had been deserted for a very long time.

"It's clear," she called out.

She found a large rock. She held it high and brought it down, smashing off the hinge and lock together. The door opened a little. Stale musty air tickled her nose and choked her throat.

Entering the building, she felt the wall. A single, naked light bulb filled the room with light. Wooden bunk beds were supported by sheets of plywood and no mattresses. In the opposite corner, there was a large box used for both storage and sleeping on top of. It too was padlocked.

The girls entered behind her. Perry and Sean waited hopefully as she smashed off the lock to the box. Perhaps an emergency set of clothes was left behind. However, they were crestfallen when she opened it. It was filled with pots and pans.

Chaz called out from the corner bedroom, "Take a look at this."

The girls rushed into the room. They hoped for clothes. Once again they were disappointed. Chaz perused a large topographical map of the area. A red dot marked the cabin location. Another dot marked Canyon City.

Chaz rubbed her chin and looked it over. "Excellent," she mused aloud. The girls huffed and crossed their arms. Not a stitch of clothing or even drapes were left behind.

The main cabin had only a kerosene heater and no fuel. However, the building would provide shelter from the elements. Outside the east window, she saw a hint of a shape. It appeared to be a smaller shack. It might have been used for snowmobiles.

"Stay in here. I'm going to look around, and see if I can find some clothes."

Chaz wandered over to the shed. Unlike the cabin, the double doors were not locked. She threw them open and turned on the light. An old gas can lie upon the dirt floor and little else. She was about to close it when she saw an old duffle bag stuffed up in the rafters. It aroused her curiosity. She dragged over an old wooden box and stepped up on it. The handle hung down enough for her to grab it. She yanked on it and the bag flopped down on the dirt floor.

She sat on the box and examined the contents. Camouflage tarps filled the bag. They might have been useful for making clothing if they weren't rotted. The slightest tug tore the fabric and sent up a shower of old dust. She threw them aside and slapped the dust off her hands.

As she exited the shed, she was reminded of 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas'. The Grinch took everything and left a morsel too small for a mouse. The same could be said of the cabin owners. They left nothing of value behind.

She wandered about the woods. Working out in concentric circles, she searched for wild berries. At the very least, they would have dinner. When she crested a small mound, she suddenly happened upon the fuselage of an airplane. It was white with a red strip down the middle. The tail number was 'N53486'.

One of the wings was sheered completely off, and the other was broken in half. The fuselage was half buried in the ground and the prop was mangled like twisted branches. Although she was in a simulated environment, the landscape was based upon real satellite scans. The plane was probably an inadvertent addition to the theme park.

She kicked something with her right foot. Feeling the ground, she found an old flashlight caked with dirt. After wiping it off, she flicked on the light. A gaping skull stared back at her. She yelped and jumped back. The skeleton sat inside the plane fuselage and looked out the windshield. It still wore a headset. She pried open the pilot's door and the body tumbled out. The skull came loose and rolled down the embankment a bit.

It occurred to her to use the dead pilot's clothes, but they were rotted beyond use. The crash must have happened long ago. She climbed into the cockpit and looked around a bit. In the back, she saw a silver case. She pulled it out and laid it on the ground.

"Bet you were a drug runner," she chuckle. Back in the 70s, drug mules used to fly up from Mexico loaded with contraband. A few wandered off course and tried to fly over the Rockies. The mountains were too high and the air too thin. Anything less than a turbo prop or jet resulted in a crash at these altitudes and wind currents.

When she opened the bag, she saw shattered containers. Using a stick, she searched the case. The interior was charred black. At the top, she noted a small burnt piece of black plastic and DNA was written in black letters on a red background. A sterilizing charge detonated. It was designed to consume the contents rather than explode.

The case seal must have breached during takeoff. She reasoned that the pilot was distracted at a critical moment. As a result, the plane crashed.

There were no bags in the airplane, but one had launched out the wind shield in the crash. It laid open a short ways from the plane. She strolled over to take a look.

Chaz poked around inside the suitcase. She found a rotted pair of shorts, T-shirts, and panties. Underneath the pile, she found a UK passport for Lane Pewter. The photo had long since been consumed by bugs.

Where were the men's clothes? It was then she realized that the pilot was a woman. She looked back at the body. A few long strands of black hair still clung to the skull. A patch sewn on the front of the leather jacket read 'Lane'.

She carried the suitcase back over and set it down beside Lane. Using her stick, she flipped open Lane's jacket. Sure enough, she saw a soiled white nylon bra draped over her rib cage. She then saw a massive fracture in Lane's skull. She pieced together that the suitcase must have hit Lane in the back of the head during the crash. Lane died of blunt force trauma.

The passenger side door was propped open. Someone must have survived. He or she must have been well enough to hike out on foot.

She dumped out the suitcase contents. They were useless, but the suitcase might still be useful. After burying Lane in a shallow grave, she carried the suitcase and the sample case to the cabin. On her way, she tripped over a pontoon half buried in pine needles.

"They must have taken off from the water," she observed. There was a shallow lake nearby that would be a perfect place. That meant that the cabin was their departure point. What would you need a high tech bio-sample case in a remote cabin for? It made no sense.

Chaz snorted and rubbed her face. She had more questions than answers, and that annoyed her. She pushed through the brush and stomped onto the porch.

When she opened the door, the girls jumped up in fright. Chaz dropped the packages; "You can relax. It's only me."

"You've been gone so long. I was getting worried," Perry chastised her.

"I found a downed airplane with a body inside it." She dumped the empty suitcases on the floor. "The clothes were ruined." Perry and Sean glared with a look of indictment. Chaz ignored their glares and shut the door.

"I'm so cold I can't feel my feet," Sean whimpered. She shivered and crossed her arms. Perry huddled nearby and stared at the floor.

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