Warning: This story contains adult material.

SRU: An Error in Application
by Fringold Sixfingers

Lyle Green had heard several rumors about the 'Spells R Us' shop in the mall.
Sense he did not believe in magic, he took the stories as tells of fancy.
There was one rumor he was not about to ignore. The best place to buy
computer hardware was SRU. Lyle could use an upgrade to keep him competitive.

Soon he was outside the shop. Not at all what he was expecting. The store
looked more like a novelty shop you would find at an airport, rather than a
mall based computer dealer. As he went in, a bell went informing the shop of
Lyle's present.

"Hello Lyle, what can I do for you today." The old man in the bathrobe had a
pleasant voice. Lyle considered him friendly, at least. Lyle, noticing he
wasn't wearing his bowling shirt, asked, "How did..."

"I just do. Don't ask" the old man replied quickly.

"OK," Lyle formulating an answer, "I wanted to upgrade my computer and heard
you have the best deals in town."

"Well, who started that rumor? I do have computer accessories in the back.
What did you have in mind?"

"I was wanting to get my artwork onto the web, so I need a scanner. I could
use more memory and a better video card." Lyle spit that out and waited for
the reply.

The old man thought for a minute (for effect), then turned and told Lyle,
"Follow me." He led Lyle to the back of the store where one of closet sized
rooms displayed the computer hardware. "I have a few items the may meet your
requirements."

Lyle was stunned. He did not believe a room this small could hold a space
this large. "How do you do this?" Lyle asked. There was no reply. Lyle
started sifting through the hardware searching for just the right equipment.

"I guarantee everything to work." The old man said with a smile.

Lyle had a scanner, video board, and 32M of memory picked out. "How much is
this going to set me back?" Lyle braced himself, he did not have a lot of
money to spend on computer equipment.

"That is negotiable." The old man takes a slide rule out and after a few
calculations replied, "I estimate about $700 dollars."

"Oh, I was hoping for a better deal than that."

"Well, make your offer."

"I could give you $450 cash."

"I'll tell you what. I let you have it for $600 and throw in a set of quality
brushes." The old man flashed an almost cheesy smile.

"I can go $550 if you take a credit card for some of it."

"Sold, now there are some installation instruction you must follow. Do not
assume you now how to install this in your system. There is also softwere
that comes with this." "No problem" Lyle said excitedly, like he had won a
prize. The old man boxed up the equipment and rang up the purchase. Lyle took
the package and left the store quite content.

When Lyle got home and unpacked the box, he found a set of brushes. "I didn't
think we agreed to that. Oh well, another plus."

After reading the instructions, Lyle added the features to his system.
Something rather strange about the instructions though, they had times.
Specific times that the computer should be turned on after installing the
hardware. Lyle was not waiting until midnight. He turned on the system and
started to install the software.

Everything was initializing as to be expected. When Windows fired up, a
message appeared saying, "Error in Application" and "Close or Ignore Error."
Thinking it may be a software problem, he chose to ignore it. He would
install the software and then see if the problem went away.

He put the installation disk in and ran the startup file. Across the screen
the banner read, "Loading Softwere". Lyle thought that was rather
unprofessional that a typo like that could have been left in the program.
"Softwere initialized loading palate." There was a pause and the system
loaded the following menu.

A) Women, B) Women, C) More Women, D) Oh my lord

Lyle chose 'A' and a series of pictures flashed before him, then another
menu.

C)ustom, Q)uickie

Lyle chose 'C' and was led through the many choices defining what kind of
women he liked. It ended with a prompt asking if there was any information to
add. Lyle chose no and pressed return. The computer replied with, "Program
complete. Stared in directory Women, found match in Oh my lord. Changes noted
and preferences saved. Execution will take a few minutes."

"Execution?" Lyle was rather puzzled at this. He was installing software, so
where did this come from? His query was further intensified by a sour feeling
in his stomach. Hot flashes coursed through his body and he began stripping
off his clothes. His heart was pounding. His legs felt weak. The room seemed
to move on its own and now he was naked. His body began to pulse along with
his heart. He grabbed his stomach. Lyle felt hair on his shoulders. Looking
at his body, it was void of any hair. His skin was getting smoother and was
itching like crazy. His member swelled up to full erection. He grabbed it in
his now petite hand, to try and ease the pain. Lyle thought if he was anymore
engorged, he would explode. His chest erupted in pain. Lyle grabbed it with
his free hand. His hair was now down to his ass. While holding a nipple, it
grew, almost tripling in size. His member was still hard, although it seemed
to be getting smaller. Lyle felt sick. His chest sprouted a pair of melons
that would have made him drool moments earlier. His member was now gone and
his balls were being sucked up into his body. Now he was fondling a female,
his body.

He had to make it to the bathroom before blowing chunks onto the floor.
Fortunately, the feeling went away by the time he reached the commode. The
mirror held his attention. The face that stared back was beautiful. All the
features he had requested in his dream girl. Long blond hair, blue eyes, 44DD
breasts, and curves that would not quit.

Lyle took his naked female body back to the computer. The screen read,
"Application Error: unable to process recovery program. System unstable, Shut
down all working programs and turn off the computer."

Lyle felt his female flesh and wondered if he had followed the instructions,
what would have happened? That and what about those paint brushes?
Hmmmmm................

The End (maybe)

Fringold: If wishes came true, the servants would ride.