Part 01
Jonathan Milford drove into town, he loved to drive the Ford. Such new inventions, with it being 1915, it looked like the world was on the verge of new and great changes. There was reports of some regional war going on over in Europe, but that was so far away, there was no way the USA would be pulled into that conflict. As he drove along, he felt the pressing need of an erection rising up, he couldn't stop it, his mind swirling with remembered images.
At the barn dance last night, he had been eyeing up the ladies, trying to work up the courage to ask them to dance. His eyes lit on a girl, and he almost couldn't breathe. She was everything he wanted, her breasts a most bosomy, pleasing fullness. From what he could see, it looked like she had one of those sexy narrow waists, and her hips were wide and full. Pulling his gaze back up to her face, she looked like he thought an angel might look, golden blonde hair, and her eyes which were a deep blue color, locked gazes with him. He couldn't look away, he saw her smile, and she approached him.
She stopped a pace away from him, gave him another warm, inviting smile, and softly said, "Hello, I'm Evelyn Wellsten, what's your name?"
Jonathan was tongue tied, but he finally managed, "I'm Jonathon Milford, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She gazed at him for several seconds, she smiled and cooed, "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?"
They very quickly joined the people on the dance floor, and Evelyn felt like heaven in his arms, she moved with him, never a misstep, all the while keeping her body pressed tightly against his during the slow dances. Jonathon did his best, he was a very good dancer, and to have such an overwhelming beauty who stayed with him for every dance was the best time he'd had in all his 17 years.
As the dance ended, Evelyn cooed to him, "Jonathon, why don't we go on a picnic, just the two of us, do you know a picnic spot where we could be alone?"
Jonathan Milford almost couldn't believe his luck. He was being asked to take Evelyn Wellsten for a picnic, and it was a picnic for just the two of them. Seeing her full, deep pink lips, he hoped that he could engage in some passionate necking with this beautiful 17-year-old girl. Her beauty was overwhelming, deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, the face of an angel, a swelling bosom, her waist nipping in, and the swell of her hips, really made his 17-year-old body tremble. He felt the urges, but with it being 1915, he tried to fight the urges. Proper young men and women did not engage in necking or sparking as he had heard it referred to. It was drummed into him that to take such liberties with a girl could lead to far more serious things, that were never explicitly stated, but couched in such terms as de-spoiled, an evil sin, the devil's path of loose virtue, corruption, and scandal. But with Evelyn right in front of him, inviting him to be alone with her, he stopped trying to fight those urges. He no longer gave any credence to the warnings of his elders, they were old fuddy duddys, what did they know about a young man's needs? Sparking with a gorgeous girl like Evelyn Wellsten looked like a real possibility.
He eagerly agreed, and Evelyn asked him to meet her here, at the barn, and go on that picnic. Jonathon thought it curious that he did ask him to come to call at her house and meet her parents, but the vision of her quickly quashed that line of thought.
She watched Jonathon depart, then she walked into the shadows. Looking around to make sure she was not observed, she brought the quantum generator out of the secret compartment hidden in her skirt. She held it and pressed the RETURN button. She closed her eyes as she felt the field build around her, and a minute later when she reopened her eyes, she saw the familiar space of the arrivals bay.
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Evelyn Wellsten, or as she was really named, Gemina 08, was a traveler from the future, 300 years to be exact. She had been prepped for this mission. Just before the mission, Evelyn had gone back to 1915 and had located a girl who was 17. She had slipped into her bedroom after midnight and had applied the stun inducer to her neck. The girl had not even time to be roused from sleep before she was completely unconscious. Evelyn had activated the quantum field, and back at the arrivals bay, the unconscious girl was quickly transferred to the recording and processing center. She was placed under a medical scanner, and as her body shape and dimensions were recorded, a close-fitting helmet was placed over her head, and it quickly started to scan her brain. Every scrap of knowledge, every bit of information about the era was recoded, they needed to know the societal preferences of the era, and this young lady's brain was a gold mine. It also provided an interesting fact.
Despite society's strong disapproval, this girl had engaged in premarital sexual intercourse. Not just once, but several times. The memories of her first time, the tearing, searing pain as her virgin vagina was impaled, the discomfort she felt as her male partner quickly reached his release point, and flooded her with his sperm. Despite that, she wanted to try it again, and each time, it got better as pleasure replaced the pain. It became so pleasurable that she actually reached her release point after 6 sessions. The explosion of orgasmic pleasure, her body shaking and jerking, all the muscles in her body seeming to clench up, and her loud cry of pleasure brought on her partner's explosion, another rush of sperm-filled wetness being deposited.
The medical scanner revealed that her intercourse had brought on the usual result, she was 6 weeks pregnant. She knew she would have to break the news to her boyfriend, and hope that he did the honorable thing, and marry her quickly.
When the scans were complete, Evelyn returned the girl, unharmed, to her bedroom. She knew the unconsciousness would fade and the young lady would wake up just fine in the morning, with no idea of what had occurred to her.
Now that they had the information that Gemina would be able to call upon, she reported to the medical center and was soon secured on the genomic molding table. A map of her entire genomic structure had been stored in the computer, and it overlaid societal preferences for the female body shape of that era with her body. The body measurements they had recorded from the young lady of that era helped the process along. Accordingly, the system started the process, their subject's dimensions being used to guide the molding.
With the emphasis on childbearing and rearing, her breasts had been swelled up to that bosomy, pleasing fullness, while her hips and pelvis had been molded to a sturdy, wider stance, the sign of a good child-bearer. Her waist was narrowed without one of those horrible corsets binding her. Her face had been tweaked to give her the angelic face that had so captured Jonathan's fancy, her hair color had changed from a light brown to the golden blonde color that young men of that era found so enticing. Her legs were spread, and her tidy bush of pubic hair was changed to match her hair color. Her eyes which were a pale blue had been tweaked to give them that deep blue color.
"Transformation complete."
Gemina had stood up and inspected her body in the full-length mirror that was wheeled in by an android servant. When she was satisfied that nothing had been overlooked, she went over the mission details.
The Earth of 2215 was far different, cloning had taken over, and sexuality was suppressed from birth. It was a well-established routine, once a month, at the genomic labs, the population would receive the treatment that would suppress sexual desires. Since the natural drives were suppressed from birth, sexual feelings were never missed, and life was far more orderly and efficient, without such ancient drives in the way.
Her mission was to study the people of so long ago and report on sexual reproduction, up to and including copulation. She was also to bring back a sample of DNA, to refresh the cloning labs. Replicative fading was starting to creep in, and they needed new cells to clone, and produce the healthy, vibrant clones that the Earth of 2215 depended on. Gemina 08 was the last of the Gemina line before genetic errors would start to creep in.
Dressing for the date, she had donned one of the long dresses of that era, it was like she was almost wrapped in a voluminous mass of heavy, uncomfortable fabric, only her hands and her head were visible. She much preferred her era, nudity was the normal, accepted style. With climate-controlled cities, one never needed to have to worry about, as they called it long ago, dressing for the weather. With her waist narrowed and her breasts genomically enhanced, she would not have to be tortured into the shape of those horrible corsets. The memories of their subject, the things were like a torture device, laced in, and when the laces were pulled tight, to squeeze her waist into the narrow shape, and pushing her breasts up, was unbelievable. Gemina was amazed, women of that era actually got strapped into it, and went about the whole day like that? Ancient society was so full of ridiculous rules, which was what studying it made it so interesting. She went without any kind of underwear, they were called bloomers and petticoats, she had studied the dressing habits, how could they stand wearing so much clothing? The summer heat must have made it unbearably hot and uncomfortable.
One more thing was required, just before she returned to 1915, and her date, she felt the transformation as she was given the antidote to the sexual suppression treatments. Unfamiliar feelings of lust and sexual desire started to course through her body, since she was in actual age, 20, the rush of hormone-driven desires was almost overwhelming.
She was ready for Jonathon, this date of a picnic was going to be a lot more than just dining in the open. Her hormone-fueled body was sending unfamiliar twangs of lust through her, she was feeling firsthand, how overwhelming the sexual drive could be. This mission was going to be most interesting.