Jenny dried her girly face with her womanly hands.
"No," she said defiantly. "I'm not giving up that easy."
She sat up and ignored the bouncing on her chest. She needed help, computer help. Looking down at her tits, she said, "I think this might be more than the Geek Squad could handle." She looked at the dead Chronivac and read the fine print on the side. "TransDem!" she cried. The stupid Chronivac was made by a company named TransDem.
A few minutes later she had found their technical support number in the instructions for the machine. Anxiously, she called on her cell phone. TransDem immediately put her on hold after answering her call and taking her name, her original name. She paced around her room as the minutes passed. She even stopped to check out her ass. As she was rubbing her huge butt cheeks, a snippy male voice broke into the on-hold music, "TransDem, what do you want?"
"Um," she said, a bit startled by the rudeness of the operator. "I-I need some help. My Chronivac stopped working, and I'm stuck as a girl, well, a woman and a girl actually."
"How did the machine cease to function? Accident? Willful destruction?"
"Accident, I guess," she said. "We had a power surge, then there was an error message on my computer."
"Did you plug the device into a surge protector?"
"Um, no. I don't think I-"
The operator cut her off. "Willful negligence on the part of the customer," he said to himself as if he were writing it down as he spoke.
"'Negligence?'" Jenny said, incredulously. "This wasn't my fault. It's your stupid machine that-"
"Did you not sign the terms of use agreement for the machine when you ordered it?"
"Well, yes, I guess. I signed something."
"Section C, article 4 of the terms of use agreement clearly states, and I quote, 'Improper or negligent usage of the Chronivac, including but not limited to running the machine through a power source without a surge protector...' et cetera, et cetera... 'will lead to any remaining warranty on the Chronivac to become null and void.'"
"What?"
"To put it simply miss, you broke the Chronivac by not setting it up safely, and we're under no legal obligation to help you now."
"What?"
"You're screwed, kid."
"Are you kidding?"
"Nope, I'm serious. Listen, we get hundreds of calls like yours every day. These machines are pretty tough, but people abuse them all the time and they break. We can't fly around warping the fabric of space and time every time there's a brown out and some moron forgot to use a surge protector. You signed the contract that you should have read that said all of this, and now you're stuck."
"B-But," she stuttered. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Isn't there anything you can do to help me?"
"Maybe," said the operator reluctantly.
"Really?" she asked, hopefully, wiping away a tear. "I would really appreciate-"
"Is this an emergency?" said the operator, cutting her off.
"Um, well, I would like to get this fixed as soon as possible. I don't want to-"
"Are you in any immediate physical danger?"
"Um, no, but-"
"That's going to be a problem," he said. "We have provisions for helping out in emergencies, but for non-emergency help to customers without warranties there is a long wait and a hefty fee for any services given."
"Please, I can wait," she said. "I'll pay anything. Just fix me. Please."
"Standard wait is 20 to 30 days, but this is the holiday season, a busy time for our tech support team. You may need to wait even longer."
"30 days?" she said hollowly and then looked down at her giant tits.
"Maybe longer."
"Can I pay you to do it sooner?" she ventured.
"No, ma'am. We have a bunch of cases on our lists already. You'll just have to wait in line, so to speak."
"Oh?" she said, realizing that her last ray of hope to fix her situation now had just gone out.
"So, should I put you on the list, or should I terminate this call and move on to the next moron who can't read a contract?"
"No, no, wait, put me on the list, please!"
Some typing sounds. "Alright then," he said. "Yours is order number 34992. Someone will be in contact with you at the phone number on your contract. Has your number changed?"
"Um, no. I don't think-"
"Very well then. Sit tight. Someone will be with you eventually."
"Thank you. I appreciate-"
"...but don't hold your breath."
The call ended, and Jenny stood there holding the phone, too stunned to put it down.
Finally, she chirped in her cute little voice, "Fuck."