[Episode 18028] [Episode 18028]
The program had originally been distributed by CD, but had propogated itself across the internet via email. Because most virus wary users wisely deleted executables from unknown addresses, the program's self distribution was checked and most often only fell into the hands of complete idiots. Idiots like Hiroshi and Daisuke who had been using Hiroshi's computer to download the latest |>0r||.
They'd fiddled with the progam, thinking it was a toy until Daisuke's accidental transformation into the likeness of a buxom blonde Amerigajin woman, from one of their downloaded |>0r|| images, convinced them that the thing was for real.
"That was awesome!" Hiroshi exclaimed.
"It was creepy, that it was," Daisuke corrected as he patted himself down to confirm his return to maleness and the abscense of feminine attributes.
"Hey, you were the one who wondered what it would be like to have a curse like Ranma's," Hiroshi argued.
"Yeah, maybe," Hiroshi conceded, "but I didn't expect anything to actually happen!"
"But it did! You looked just like that babe, right down to the underwear!"
"I'd rather not remember that, thank you very much," Hiroshi directed coldly.
"Whatever," Daisuke muttered. "Hey, I wonder what else this thing can do?"
"Woah; no testing it on me!" Hiroshi warned. "Use it on yourself."
"Nay, I've got a better idea," Daisuke said as he typed. "Look, let's try this!"
"Do you think that will work?" Hiroshi demanded hopefully as he peered at the text. "Better not go too far if it doesn't."
"Yeah," Daisuke muttered as he brought up a game of solitaire to cover the screen. "That should be safe. Let's just wait a moment to see."
Their wait was not long, for a few minutes later Midori, Hiroshi's older sister, knocked on the door and entered holding a tray with two tall glasses of coke. "Excuse me, boys, but I thought you might like a drink."
"Thanks, Sis," Hiroshi smirked as he scored one of the drinks.
"Yeah, thank's Midori," Daisuke grinned as he lifted the other glass. "Salute!"
"Can I get you boys anything else?" Midori asked politely, as if that was a perfectly natural request for her.
"Not just yet, Sis," Hiroshi ordered over his drink. "No, wait. Can you go make us a noodle meal?"
"Of course," Midori replied sweetly and bowed as she left, "I'll get on it right away."
"Now that was awesome," Daisuke commented as they staired after the departed girl. "I can't beleive your bitchy sister was waiting on us like that."
"Yeah," Hiroshi grinned as he brought the program back into focus. "When I finish making a few more adjustments to her attitude, life's going to be a lot sweeter around the house."
"Mind if I make a few suggestions," Daisuke drooled. "Like making her change into something more comfortable, if you know what I mean. "
"Hey, she's a pain but she's still my sister," Hiroshi warned.
"Hey, I can still look, can't I?" Daisuke pleaded hopefully.
"Yeah, but. . . awe, what the heck," Hiroshi decided and started to program a change of wardrobe.
"You're such a pall," Daisuke beamed.
"Don't you feel a little drafty, Sis?" Hiroshi wondered as Midori served the bowls while wearing a beige teddy.
"Not at all, Hiroshi," she replied sweetly.
"Don't you notice anything unussual?" Daisuke wondered.
"What do you mean?" a puzzled Midori asked as she looked around the room.
"Nevermind," Daisuke grinned. "I like your outfit, by the way. Why are you wearing it?"
"Oh this," Midori shrugged. "No reason. I just felt like going casual around the house."
"It looks great on you," Daisuke repeated. "Why don't you take it off?"
(Posted Sun, 22 Dec 2002 08:21)
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