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Chapter Fourteen - "The Problems of Rimfire and Bingo"

Two days passed quickly and without event.
On day three, however, something did happen that began to change things in the Last Chance Garage.
Rimfire awoke right before dawn, feeling strange. His whole body tingled and felt odd. His fur seemed to be standing on end. He recognized this feeling because he had had before - just slightly over a month ago, when the transformations first started. What was happening to him now, though?
Rimfire quickly leapt off the couch, already tingling all across his body. He rushed across the room and opened the office door, where Jack had fallen asleep.
"Jack!" yelped Rimfire.
Jack awoke from the start, drool hanging from his mouth onto a small pile of papers. "What? I'm awake," Jack muttered.
Rimfire grabbed Jack's shoulders. "Something's happening, Jack! My body - it's transforming again!"
Immediately, Jack was awake and in motion. He reached over and snatched up a scanner, pressed some real fast keys, then went to work scanning the young Martian Mouse.
"Yeah. Yeah, you are. Kid, I need you to take off your clothes."
"What?!"
"I'm serious. Hop on the scanner and take off your clothes. I need to monitor this."
Rimfire obediently removed all his clothes, including his underwear. Completely naked, he stepped onto the round platform and covered his privates. Jack quickly rushed over and placed small, sticky pads onto parts of Rimfire's body.
"These are sensors. Rimfire, I need you stay calm, okay? It's not going to hurt."
Jack grabbed the end of a curtain he had set-up in front of the scanner and pulled it forward, so that Rimfire could have some privacy. This was going to be a tough one for the kid, and Jack didn't want Rimfire to feel like he was a science experiment.
Rimfire cupped his penis as he felt the tingling sweep across his body. As the tingling began to concentrate on his upper thighs, Rimfire was shocked to find that he had a huge erection. His dick felt full of lead . . . and then something happened that would forever be in Rimfire's memory.
The dick went limp. But it wasn't so much limp as it was retreating. The whole shaft started to move backwards, pulling into his groin. In a matter of second, the head of his penis sat right up against his ball sack, the hard shaft having pulled itself into his body. But that wasn't the end of it.
Rimfire's balls themselves pressed against the top of the inside of his sack like he was about to blow his load. They even touched the now interior shaft. He felt a strange movement and his balls suddenly went right into his body.
He gasped and was surprised at how high his voice sounded. He turned around and caught his reflection in a mirror. A second, even higher gasp emitted at what he saw. Between his smaller and smoother legs was nothing more than a penis head and an empty ball sack. His hands ran between his thighs and Rimfire felt a strange wetness all around them. His ball sack was completely soaked. He pressed the head of his vanished dick and was surprised at the huge amounts of pleasure he suddenly felt.
Rimfire released and watched in the mirror as an intense movement could be felt in his groin and lower abdomen. Just an inch from his groin, there was some swelling. He could feel what was once his balls move up there, and he pressed his noticeably smaller fingers against the slight swell.
Ovaries, he understood. His balls had been transformed into ovaries and he now also had fallopian tubes. They connected down to his . . .
Rimfire stopped and looked his hips. They were wider. Birthing hips. Ovaries. Fallopian tubes. Uterus. Cervix. Soon, he would have a vagina. He could feel everything moving around and it felt oddly pleasurably and oddly numb at the same time.
He watched in the mirror in surreal horror as his skin seemed to split right in front of his limp head. He was then shocked and numbed as his head began to shrink. His ball sack pulled in between two hunks of flesh that had opened between his legs like a great wound. The sack scrunched up in the area between what was soon to be called his Vulva. His head was so much small and was now right against his skin. It was no longer a head - it was a Clitoris.
The sack spread itself out, forming into the Clitoral Hood, the outer lip, and the inner lip. It was all centered around the opening of his urethra, which was right behind his newly formed Clitoris, and right in front of his about to be opened Vagina. He could feel a small, thin layer of skin in the middle of this and was well aware that it was about to become his Vagina. A burst of air made Rimfire totally aware that he was now a female.
"Oh . . ." he muttered weakly, his voice so much higher now. His back ached from all the attention being paid between his groin. However, a quick glance in the mirror told him otherwise. The backache was really him losing about four inches.
While all of his attention had been paid to his now gone penis, he had neglected to notice the other changes in his body. His nipples were huge, pointed straight up with big, round areolas. Rimfire's shoulders were slender. Much of his muscle mass seemed to have vanished - his arms and legs were smaller. His feet and hands were thin and small. His face was pretty much the same, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to last. Rimfire's waist had shrunk too, being skinnier now.
Rimfire felt suddenly exhausted and outstretched both arms to lean against the wall. As soon as he did, his hair came tumbling down around his face. It had grown at least ten inches. He sighed and as he pushed himself back up, he could feel a slightly jiggling in his chest.
"Oh no," he said with a woman's voice. He coughed as a slight tingle cleared out any last trace of manhood in his throat. His Adam's Apple was gone.
Rimfire put his hands on his growing chest. He watched and felt as the grew huge in his own hands. They from being barely an A-Cup to being a full D-Cup in under three minutes. They had filled with fatty tissues and glands built for the sole purpose of feeding.
With these final changes, the tingling became to go away. His face tingled for a moment and he closed his eyes. When the tingling went away, he re-opened them and saw a very pretty, very young face staring back at him. It was his own, he could recognize it, but it was so . . . womanly.
Rimfire took in his whole appearance. He was a woman, already. Right down to the genes.
"Rimfire, you okay?"
"I'm . . ." she paused, still getting used to the sound of her new voice.
"It's okay, it's alright. I've got a robe in the corner. Do you see it?"
"Yes."
"Put it on and just wait down here. I'm going to go get Harley. She'll take a look at you."
Rimfire nodded, almost afraid to speak. She could feel some minor tingle still going on here and there as the final final touches were made to this new woman. Rimfire pulled on the robe and stared at her new self.
"At least I'm pretty," she whispered in a new voice.
Only a few seconds later did the door open once more. "Are you decent?" asked Harley then.
"Yes," Rimfire replied, hand on throat as she said that. How strange it was . . .
"All right, well, come on out. We need to make a scan of you, but there's someone else that needs it first."
Rimfire wrinkled her nose in curiosity and stepped out from behind the curtain. She didn't even notice Jack look her over - her eyes fell on the fourth person there. It was Bingo . . . kind of. The once personification of femininity had been replaced by something overwhelming male.
"Bingo?" gasped Rimfire.
Bingo flushed, now being Rimfire's former height with large, broad shoulders and a completely male body. Rimfire's small new mouth dropped open at the sight. A slight tingle in her stomach shook her strongly.
"Yeah, it's me," Bingo said quietly.
"This is pretty strange," Rimfire stated.
"Yeah . . . you're telling me." When Bingo said this, he pulled a little at his tight pajama pants.
Rimfire smiled just a little at this, finding it funny that it was now Bingo that had deal with a dick (though she hadn't fully realized - yet - all of the pains and issues she would have to deal with now that she herself was a woman).

*

After a number of hours of testing, scanning, and examining, Jack pulled himself out of the office and went up stairs to the spare room where Modo and Jessica had been staying. There had been four rooms up there, one for Charlie, one extra bedroom, and two for just "pack-rat junk" (as Charlie used to put it, though it's a little ironic now). Charlie's bedroom was still occupied by Charlie and Vinnie; the extra bedroom was for Stoker and Jimmy; and the two extra ones were being used by Modo and Jessie and Throttle and Carbine, respectively.
Jack knocked on Modo's door. A few seconds later, it opened up. The Plutarkian Jessica stood in a pink robe, smiling groggily. Jack knew she couldn't tell, but she smelled terribly. Plutarkians had a terrible natural odor and Jessie usually did a good job of masking it. However, with it being morning . . .
"Morning Jack," she said with a brief yawn.
"Morning. Um, I need you and Modo to come downstairs."
"Yeah, sure. We'll be down in a minute."
"Okay."
Jack waited in the hallway. Stoker emerged briefly from her room, wearing a tank top and a pair of panties.
"Hey Jack," she offered, scratching her large belly. "'Sup?"
"Stoke," Jack replied, finding it surprising that Stoker was still able to convey a strong sense of masculinity in what would be an ultimate form of womanhood. Jack sighed. I'm staying in a crazy house . . . he thought to himself and not for the first time.
The door to Modo and Jessie's room opened and the pair stepped out.
"What's going on, Jack?" asked Modo.
"It's Rimfire," Jack answered as he led him down the stairs.
"What about him?"
Right as Modo said that, he saw the answer to his question. In the den stood Rimfire, looking insanely womanly. Harley and Bingo had helped her out, giving her a bra, panties, a plain white t-shirt, and jeans (these fit okay for the most part).
"Rimfire?!" gasped Modo.
"Um . . . hi Uncle Modo," Rimfire replied timidly, blushing fiercely.
"Whoa," Jessie exhaled. "You're um . . . a girl now."
"Yeah."
Rimfire felt like crying. She felt embarrassed beyond believe, face red beneath the thick layer of fur. Jessica saw this and walked over, putting her scaly arms around her new niece.
"Hey now, it's all right," Jessie said reassuringly.
Modo walked over and put his hand on her shoulder. "Yeah, Rim, it's all okay. Niece or nephew, I still love ya."
Rimfire nodded and stepped back. Her hands waved over her body. "I look and feel so different now, Uncle Modo. I just . . . I don't know what to do . . ."
"Neither did I," Modo told her, "when I was turned into a Rat. But I know you're still the same ol' Rimfire inside, just like you knew I was still the same Modo inside."
"And I'm sure you and your Uncle Throttle and Stoker will help you through this," Jessie assured her.
"Only if one of you guys helps me out," came a new voice. Modo and Jessie spun around and found themselves face-to-face with a manly Bingo.
"You know . . ." Jessie managed, "after all of this, none of this should be very surprising."

Not long after this, people began to emerge, usually in pairs. Most took Bingo and Rimfire's change in stride, even the often-sarcastic Vinnie. As the girls (the real girls) started breakfast, there was a knock on the door. As was the common practice, Jack answered it.
"Package for Jack McCyber," said the UPS guy.
"Oh, thanks," Jack replied, signing the proper form.
"Have a good one."
Jack was given a box and he closed the door. "Okay, gang, gather around," he called to them all.
Once Throttle, Carbine, Stoker, Jimmy, Bingo, Rimfire, Charlie, Vinnie, Harley, Modo, and Jessie all came together at the table, Jack opened the box. He withdrew seven small metallic devices with glass around the sides and small buttons in the middle. There was a tiny screen right above the buttons.
"Holographic projectors," Jack explained and set them on the table. "I know a lot of you are getting stir-crazy, so I figured these would help. They project the image of another form onto you. For example . . ."
Jack pressed a few keys. The glass lit up briefly and after a quick camera-like flash, Jack's body looked like that of a blond-haired, well tanned man.
"Awesome," Vinnie said smiling.
"Can they make me look like a guy?" asked Throttle hopefully.
"Nope, sorry. There are some limits. Since they project the image within only centimeters of the skin, you're stuck with the gender you are. However, I did make some modifications for you Mice to pose as humans."
"Excellent," Charlie said with a smile. "Thanks Jack."
Vinnie grumbled, but was pretty much ignored.
As the group split up and went back to making/eating breakfast, Jessica turned to Rimfire and Bingo.
"I'll try and get some of us together and take you two out shopping. You're both going to need some new clothes."
"Gotcha," Bingo said with a sigh.
"All right."
"Food's on!" shouted Carbine.
Rimfire nodded and went to the breakfast table. She had a feeling this day was going be very interesting.

*

Interesting was hardly the word Rimfire was looking for. Fucked up might have summed it up better. When Jessie, Bingo and he returned from their outing they found that the house was only occupied by Vinnie and Charlie, who were in the middle of a game of scrabble. Vinnie was loosing horrendously when Rimfire stepped into the kitchen.
"What do you mean 'mamajamma' isn't a word?!" Vinnie shot to his girlfriend.
"It isn't in the dictionary, Vinnie!" Charlie exclaimed. She smiled to herself as her hands slid across the board however. "But...ninny is!" She giggled.
Vinnie frowned and was about to come back with a real stinger when Rimfire made her presence known. "Hey guys! Whatcha doin?" she asked brightly.
Vinnie turned to look at him and felt his jaw come unhinged. Rimfire stood there in a pair of low-riding jeans that were practically plastered to his shapely thighs and showed off her flat stomach. She sported a bright orange halter top, which was more than a little flattering to Rimfire's full set of breast. But this wasn't the capper...it was the earrings (twin hearts that dangled from her earlobes), the collection of glittery bracelets and the . . . dear lord . . . the bright pink eye shadow that made Vinnie stare dumbfounded.
Charlie blinked twice and then grinned. "Why Rimfire you look..."
"Like a frickin' cheerleader!!" Vinnie blurted out, making Rimfire blink.
"I was going to say cute, but..." Charlie sighed.
Rimfire bit his lip and suddenly admired his nails . . . it wasn't that bad was it? Jessie had insisted that he looked alright, and Bingo had agreed. So what the hell was Vinnie's problem?
"Jessie said I looked good..." he murmured embarrassingly. She hissed suddenly looking at her hand. "Oh dang it, I broke a nail!" he hissed in real aggravation.
"Dude, do you hear yourself!?" Vinnie laughed.
Rimfire stared at him and then felt her eyes water suddenly. "Oh shut up!" She cried and turned away quickly the deep flush of embarrassment under her fur.
Bingo and Jessie appeared in her wake. "Vincent! What the heck did you say to her?" Jessie demanded.
"What did you DO to him, Jess?! Seesh he's a freakin' sissy!" Vinnie exclaimed to his twin.
"Well in case you didn't notice little Rimmy is now a girl, therefore 'sissy' no longer applies." Bingo said, his voice deep and masculine as he leaned against the doorframe.
Vinnie glanced the new male over. "Well, Bingo, looks like us calling you 'bro' all those years has finally taken hold!" he smirked.
Bingo's red eyes flared for a second as she felt burning anger in her chest at Vinnie's callus comment, and then she smirked in returned. "Hey, maybe you're right, bro." He said stepping over to Vinnie. He then grabbed the white mouse's shoulders and pulled him forward, kissing him hard on the lips.
Vinnie squeaked in shock in the other mouse's mouth before he released him with a satisfied smirk. "Now who has gender issues, eh bro? You just got kissed by a dude!"
Charlie and Jessie were giggling madly and Vinnie was for once in his life...without words.

*

Rimfire in the meantime, found herself sprawled across her bed, head buried in a pillow, sobbing with high-pitched hiccups and whimpers. The more she cried, the more he had this unbearable out pouring of emotion, the more she hated herself. Rimfire, unlike the rest of his friends who had turned into women, seemed to have an unusually high amount of female hormones in her system. She had been dealing with the strange over-flow of estrogen the best she knew how. After all, the others had all resisted their female urges and it had only made things harder for them. Why not go with the flow, let it run its course and get it over with?
But that had seemed to go over a lot worse than she had anticipated. It had been awkward enough being such a "young pup" among such experienced Freedom Fighters. He had always been just the kid, now suddenly he was just the girl.
Rimfire flung her pillow angrily across the room and slammed her fist several times against the headboard until her knuckles ached. "Dammit, just...dammit." She muttered, putting her head in her hands.
There came a knock on the door a few moments later. Rimfire reluctantly told the person on the other side to come in. It was Bingo. "Hey, you doin' okay?" he asked stepping into the room.
Rimfire nodded and put on a false smile. "Of course! I'm just great!" she insisted.
Bingo just nodded and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. "Right, well, I got even with Vinnie for ya." He said with a grin, hoping this at least would cheer her up.
Rimfire nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate it, Bing'...but it's not your place to fight my battles." Rimfire answered. Bingo looked a little hurt by this, but said nothing. "Besides, it's not Vinnie I'm concerned with. It's my uncle."
Bingo nodded slowly. "You think he'll be angry?" he asked.
Rimfire combed back her hair nervously. "No...and yes. What I afraid of is that he won't respect me anymore. Like...he'll think I'm weak or something." Rimfire answered.
Bingo blinked at him. "Okay, Rimmy, does Modo think I'm weak?" he asked.
Rimfire blinked at her. "No, but I mean, you're a Knight of Dumas! That doesn't count."
"Alright, well does he think Carbine's weak? Or Charlie? Or Jessie?" Bingo asked.
Rimfire saw her point but was getting frustrated all the same. "No, but he doesn't expect them to take care of themselves either! Modo protects them, and I have a hard enough time proving I'm a man without THIS coming along!"
"Carbine would kick your ass if she heard you say that." Bingo replied. "But I understand all the same. Look, Rimmy, despite what Modo thinks or says, you cannot help or control what's going on with your body. This isn't a choice Rimfire, you certainly didn't want to become a girl...did you?" Bingo asked.
"NO!" Rimfire shouted.
Bingo grinned. "Sorry, just checking. Jimmy's getting to me." He said with a wink.
Bingo's good sense of humor brightened Rimfire's mood. "Yeah."
The orange-furred mouse smiled at the young woman sitting before him. He got up, walked over to Rimfire and kissed her gently and sweetly on the cheek. "However, I'd suggest not letting your hormone overdose get the better of your judgement. In other words, don't let Modo see you wearing that 'princess' tee-shirt." He said.
Rimfire blushed hotly, at the kiss or the comment she wasn't sure, and nodded.
Bingo grinned. "See ya later, cutie-pie." He laughed, closing the door behind him. Rimfire felt an ache between her thighs and sighed.