Butterfly Effect

Professor Frink had spent years cracking the secret of time travel and months planning his first foray into the fourth dimension. His calculations told him that the slightest alteration to the time stream could have far-reaching and profound effects in the present so he had taken great pains to ensure his jaunt to the past would be completely harmless. He selected a small rural town for his target destination, a place where nothing of significance had ever happen. Where the people lead quite unimportant lives and rarely even thought about the wider world beyond. The kind of place that history seemed to have bypassed completely making it the perfect destination for the cautious time traveller.

He made sure to acquired correct period clothes stripping himself of anything anachronistic and checking and rechecking his calculations. Then, with a flick of a switch and flash of light, he was hurled hundreds of miles across the country and decades into the past.

An instant later and fifty years earlier he appears unnoticed in an alleyway. He spends a fascinating afternoon exploring the past experiencing the sights the sounds even the smells of history. He is careful to avoid anything that could be considered interfering, he doesn’t speak to anyone he doesn’t touch anything he is content to simply observe. He made only one minor slip bumping into a young woman in the street pausing for just a moment to mumble a word of apology. He thought nothing of but that one simple mistake sent a cascade of change forward in time like a butterfly beating its wings and changing the course of a hurricane. Of course, the Professor knew nothing about this until the automatic return sequence returned him to his own time.

He blinked as he rematerialised in his lab. He frowned as he tried to get his bearings. He looked around confused this was his lab alright but nothing seemed right, his equipment was gone an unmade bed occupied the space where his workbench had been. Bare brickwork replaced the sterile white walls and women’s clothing lay strewn around the place, this looked more like someone's apartment than his orderly workspace. He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong, where was his equipment?  Was he somehow in the wrong place or the wrong time and why did his clothing suddenly feel so tight?  He looked down at himself and gave a girlish squeal of shock, mountainous cleavage filled his view. A pair of large firm breast jutted from his chest tightly wrapped in some kind of latex halter top dress that hugged every inch of his newly curvaceous figure. He pulled a mirror from the detritus of the room and studied his beautiful new face. Long dark hair tickled his bare shoulders and gold hoops dangled from his ears but still the girl in the mirror look familiar, like the sister he never had. He cupped his massive breasts in his small hands giving them an experimental jiggle the erotic shiver that ran through his body confirms that they are very real and that he is now completely female.  

His mind raced as he struggled the come to terms with what had happened. It seemed impossible but he must have altered his own history somehow causing himself to be born a woman. The girl in the mirror was him! A version of him that might have been if the universe had been only slightly different, he had inadvertently created a whole new timeline one where Professor Henry Frink never even existed.

Desperately he tried to think of a way to put right what he had made wrong.

Perhaps he could modulate a zeta beam confinement field? No that wouldn’t work. Or maybe he could use a reverse polarity neutron flow to, to… To what? That didn’t make any sense.

His thoughts were becoming confused. Strange memories crowded into his head. Memories of a young woman with much the same upbringing as him. An intelligent and popular woman who had turned her back on an academic career choosing instead to use her natural assets to get what she wanted from life without all that tedious studying.

He tried to focus, to hold on to his sense of self but he was already slipping away there was nothing to hold on to because in the new world his carelessness has created he was never even born. In moments Professor Henry Frink has faded completely from existence and Polly Frink sat in his place checking her makeup and wondering when her date was going to arrive.