Bill to Billie

Bill Dawson, or rather Billy as most close called him, walked up to the odd slot machine. He had wandered into this old curio shop with idle curiosity after filling up his car at the petrol station. No one seemed about and in a back corner he had found slightly askew, a smudged and unclean slot machine looking tired and abandoned despite some chrome still shining through. "This thing looks like I feel, old, dusty and out of place."

Billy had just packed up his office things into a couple boxes and was planning to go straight up to their cabin for a couple days to relax and settle into 'the rest of life'. He had stopped to top up his car and become lost in thought before returning to his journey. When Colleen passed a few years back he found the goals of early retirement didn't make sense anymore. Today had come as a mere event with pale significance. The numbers crunched years back made today the right mathematical choice, nothing more. Since the kids were settled with their own families far away, there was no one to celebrate with beyond the office gathering earlier. A random ding and noise from the machine caught his ear once again. He looked at the odd blank wheels with translucent backgrounds as if they were each filled with some pale metallic liquid.

"Why not" he opined to no one. He looked about, but there was still no sign of a proprietor anywhere in the cluttered shop. He dug for a quarter as it indicated and placed his hand on the arm of the slot machine. A slight jolt of electricity ran through his arm causing him to let go momentarily. "Must be a short." He looked carefully at the machine and around the back, oddly he could see no power cord anywhere. He shook his head and muddled about, even going on hands and knees to try to look under it. Shrugging, he look more carefully at it. Each wheel had a worn symbol above it. The first had a body figure, the second a swirling cloud and the last a world globe. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw motion, oddly he noticed the body symbol had turned into a female figure. Yet the swirling wheels still showed no symbols at all. Determined and curious, he placed the quarter, waited for the clunk of it dropping and cautiously gripped the arm once more. This time no spark of electricity. He held it tight and yanked it down with a sudden impulse.

As he released his grasp, a wave of calm almost anesthetic in nature flowed and relaxed his body. He watched as the wheels immediately began to spin the weird liquid swirling and tumbling yet at times he almost perceived images in the motion. It was as if ideas and thoughts from his own life were appearing. His wife, kids, events, then increasingly and slightly intimately, shapes that reminded him of sexual desires and fantasies. Nothing specific shown, just patterns that brought vivid memories into his mind. He began to feel flushed and red in the face. Once again he looked about to see if anyone has been attracted by the noise and seeing no one he turned his gaze almost without control to gaze deeply at the swirling wheels. His mind returned to those odd times they had played at BDSM together and how he felt the times she had playfully cross-dressed him, enforced a chastity device upon him and made him submit to her to earn his 'freedom.' A melancholy tear formed at his eye and he felt a bitter-sweet joy at the memory. Suddenly he found himself painfully erect and whispered audibly, "oh Lord, that was so hot, I wish I could have told her how much I wanted to do that..."

The first wheel immediately clacked loudly into position. The swirling liquid began to form into a human character and details snapped into focus. As the image began to form, he found he was able to nudge it in certain ways both in form and shape.

Once it had fully formed the wheel made one more clack, Billie's body felt immobile and locked in place staring at the machine while a surge of energy flowed from the machine enveloping her body. Billie realized the reality of this machine, as Billie's body and clothing began to transform into the wheel's depiction. Shocked but unable to resist, he looked at the wheel which depicted...