My hair felt like it was being ripped out of my head, but constantly attached at the same time. My facial hair felt like it was being set on fire, and my nose felt like it was caving in. My shoulders felt crunched, my arms and legs felt like they were being squished, my chest felt swollen and on fire from the inside out. My nipples hurt so bad, if I wasn’t already contained I would’ve tried to rip them off. My hips felt like they were ballooning, as did my ass, and my cock felt like it was being ripped into millions of tiny shreds. Every inch of body hair felt just as burnt up as my facial hair, and my insides felt ablaze, yet watery; however, my feet, while still in pain, felt comfortably soft.
I tried to scream out again, but by this time I had noticed the mechanical shaft forcing my mouth open had opened, and I felt another piece of equipment traveling down my throat. I’m sure I gagged, but trying to cry out for help made the new metal in my throat feel like it was scrambling with my throat or vocal cords. I think the entire ordeal may have lasted for two and a half minutes, but it felt like weeks. Finally, a cool steam enveloped me, which made the burning sensation stop, and the molds unlatched and broke free. As they moved away, the blinding light hit my eyes again, the ankle and wrist restraints released, and my body was so weak that I hit the floor hard.
The pain, while not as intense, still floated over me, keeping me awake as my body laid in a heap on the floor. In front of me, I saw scraps of my clothing lying all around, which is when I realized I was naked. Not like I could’ve done anything about it, anyway; I couldn’t even stand up. That’s when I heard over a speaker system one of the previous men that had thrown me down here.
“Gentlemen, I believe we’ve succeeded this time. Good work.” What were they talking about? I’d say it was far from a success, as far as the pain I was in was concerned, and this salon was the furthest thing from ‘relaxing’ I could have ever thought of. I wanted to be at home, playing Super Smash Bros with some friends. I’d rather have sit in the salon with Clarissa, reading boring magazines about stupid celebrities I didn’t care about. Instead, I’m lying on the floor of a blackened room and felt like every muscle in my body has melted off of me.
“I’ll enter the room and help her up,” another man had said. Her? Wasn’t this a guys-only salon? Was there some poor girl that got thrown into this situation, too? I heard the door open, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the room as they got closer. They stopped right in front of me, and I felt two arms scoop me up. Wait, I’m not a girl, let me go! That’s what I thought anyway, because I was so sore I couldn’t even speak.
He carried me out of the room, but I tried struggling to get away from him. My arms and legs barely moved, and it hurt to move them, but at least I knew I wasn’t paralyzed. “…no…” I managed to get out, but my throat hurt, and it sounded almost shrill. I tried coughing so my voice wouldn’t squeak, but that only made my entire body hurt.
“See if she can stand,” one of the men had said. I was about to try arguing with him about calling me a girl again, but as he set me on my feet, I looked up at a large window. I was surprised I could stand, but even more surprised at what I saw. A gorgeous naked woman was standing with three men that looked kinda like the guys in the same room with me, and she was looking right at me. I tried not to stare, and as the men talked about their ‘success’ and how I was standing or something, I peeked back to see her peek back as well. I lifted my head, as did she, and about the time we each raised an arm, I realized in complete horror that she wasn’t looking back at me through another room. The glass was a mirror-like reflective glass, and I was that woman in the window. That’s about the moment I fainted, blacking out before collapsing to the floor.

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Pretty good start. Be interesting to see where this goes

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(So I didn't like the format that it ended up showing up as on here, so I've modified chapter 2 to look better. Sorry guys! Also, something I should have pointed out in the first post, this is written in CASUAL FIRST PERSON, which is kinda new to me. I wanted it to feel more like you were being told the story by someone rather than simply reading it. Anyway, on to chapter 2!)


Chapter 2: Why Did This Happen To Me?


Some time later, I don’t know how long, I woke up. I was strapped down to a chair and couldn’t move much. There was yet another light shining on me, though this time, I could see one of the men I’ve come so accustomed to seeing standing over me, clipboard in hand. I jerked hard against the leather straps holding me down, trying to get at him.

“Who the hell are you?!” I shouted, noticing just how higher pitched my voice was. It wasn’t a dream; upon glancing down at myself, I saw I was still in the mysterious, although very sexy, female body I saw before passing out earlier.

“Calm down, little one,” the man replied, jotting something down on a paper attached to his clipboard. “I am Dr. West. And you’re in the secret laboratory of Antietam Science.”

I looked up at him, as if waiting for him to stop rambling to let me up. “And? That’s supposed to impress me?”

The doctor sighed, shaking his head. “I thought it might be at least nice to offer you a little information on your current whereabouts. I mean, you’ve been out of it for a day and a half.”

“Wha?! A day and a half?!” It was weird hearing myself speak. I kept clearing my throat, as if it would make my voice return to normal. “I can’t stay here, I… Clarissa!” That’s right, I just remembered my girlfriend would be returning to get me a few hours after I arrived in this miserable destination. Could she still be waiting for me?

“Don’t worry about her,” Dr. West said calmly, walking over to a nearby table to set his clipboard down.

“No, what if she’s waiting on me? I need to go see her!” I started fighting against my restraints again, though I knew it would lead me no where.

“I said don’t worry about her,” the scientist repeated. “Ever. You may never see her again anyway.”

“Excuse me?” I said angrily. “You wait until I get out of this chair, I’m leaving and taking you guys straight to the authorities!” As if on cue, the restraints retracted back to the places on the sides of the chair.

“Sure thing. Here, lead me to the exit, will you?” Dr. West had released my restraints, and held his arm outward towards the door to the room. “I could use a hand getting out of here. I hope you have your ID badge with you, as well, or else we’ll never get through some of these doors.”

He had a point. I sat up, speechless, as I realized he was right. I was stuck here until they were going to let me out. Even if I stole an ID badge, I don’t know my way around, or just how big this place could be. I couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of being stuck here.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you until bigger plans arise, little one,” the doctor said, as if that was supposed to console me. He obviously wasn’t too good with empathy. By this time, the door had opened and one of the other men I had seen previously entered.

“I see our experiment is awake,” he said cheerfully. I, meanwhile, was far from amused.

“I’m a PERSON, you know,” I replied grumpily.

“Oh, right, I do apologize, how rude of me,” he said.

“Between throwing me down a hole, burning me alive, tying me down, and turning me into… into THIS… I’ve come to accept rude behavior.” My eyes stared at the floor angrily. I just wanted to leave.

“Please accept our apology. My name is Dr. Hutchison.” He held his hand out for a handshake. After a moment, seeing I wasn’t accepting his offer, he pulled his hand back. “Dr. West, how is the exp-- er, the patient looking?”

“She’s looking rather well,” Dr. West replied. “Despite the expected hostile attitude, her muscle and skin tissue are fine, heartbeat is normal, she’s pretty much a healthy young woman.” I huffed under my breath at his comment. The doctor added, “On top of that, she’s managed to maintain the same thought process and memories she had when she was male.”

“Wonderful,” Dr. Hutchison replied. “The project was a success.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I jumped to my feet, angry, and shouted, “Success for who?! It sure as hell isn’t me!! Look at me!” The two doctors did exactly as I ordered, which I could feel my cheeks burning through a blush. I covered my body with my arms, which felt a little weird to have to cover my chest as well. “Can I have some clothes, to start off with?”

“I’m sorry, here,” Dr. Hutchison said, removing his long lab coat and handing it to me. I quickly threw it over me, buttoning it up to hide myself underneath of it. “Listen, Miss…” he started, as if fishing for a name.

“Miss nothing!” I don’t think I had been more livid in my entire life. That’s when the other doctor tossed something my way. I caught it, and looked at it to realize it was my wallet, which must have fallen to the floor after my transformation.

“Her name was Samuel Harris, according to the driver’s license,” Dr. West said to his partner. “Though, she doesn’t look much like a Samuel now.”

“This is true,” Dr. Hutchison said. “How about Samantha?”

“No, I don’t like that very much.”

“Then what about Sammy? That’s kinda cute.”

“I don’t know… She just doesn’t look like a Sam anymore. What about Kristine?”

“Nah, that’s no good. She kind of reminds me of a Melissa.”

I had had enough. I grabbed the clipboard, ripping the pages off of it and throwing them up in the air to get the men’s attention. “Hello?! I’m right here!”

“True,” Dr. Hutchison replied while Dr. West scrambled to get up all of the papers off the floor. “What name do you prefer?”

“How about Samuel Harris?!” I replied angrily.

“No, a boy’s name just won’t do…” Dr. Hutchison commented, looking towards the ceiling as though deep in thought.

“You’re not getting the point,” I said. “I want to go back. Now.”

Dr. West, who seemed more like a quiet professional, reattached the documents to the clipboard, brushing his short blonde hair from his forehead. Dr. Hutchison, clearly the more casual of the crew, laughed gently, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, but that is simply not an option.”

“And why not?!”

“We don’t have a shell for your body type, for starters. Secondly, even if we did, you likely wouldn’t survive another episode like the one you had yesterday.” He sounded all-knowing, and was also countering every argument I was bringing up. “It felt like you were burning alive, didn’t it?”

I got a bit nervous for some reason, nodding instead of arguing. “…Yeah. That was the worst thing I’ve ever felt…”

“Your body would crumble if you were to try that stunt again.”

“But why me? Why did you guys do this to me?”

Dr. Hutchison sighed, lowering his head. His shaggy black hair framed his face, and as he lifted his head back up, the light of the room emphasized his strong jaw and cleft chin. He looked as though he had horrible news to tell me. “The truth is… We weren’t going to. You walked in upstairs, forcefully by your girlfriend’s hand. We were hoping our first successful subject would be a willing participant, one that might want the operation done. We wanted it to be someone more effeminate, someone that may also fit the personality as well. But you walked in, and you were innocent--”

“I’m not innocent,” I lied, as if trying to reason with them that they had made a mistake. “I’m constantly in trouble!”

Dr. West, who was much more muscular, built, and younger than Dr. Hutchison, interrupted me. “We scanned your mind before you were sent to the testing floor. You’ve never been in real trouble a day in your life.” I glared at the man, who stared me down right back.

“You were innocent,” Dr. Hutchison continued. “And you seemed pure. You were a good kid, no criminal record, no experience with sexual int--”

“I’ve had sex before!” I argued again. “Plenty of times!” The two simply gave me the same look, as if to say ‘Please, we know you’re lying,’ and I quieted down, blushing deeply as I sat back down in the chair I woke up in.

“It’s not a bad thing,” Dr. Hutchison tried to assure me. “This is a scientific breakthrough. Women that want a ‘perfect body’ or just a different body can have this done so quickly, and for less than a complete makeover would cost. Homosexuals that want to marry in areas where it is forbidden can undergo this procedure to legally wed if they so please. The sky is the limit!”

“Well, mine seems closed off now…” I moped, the anger fading from me as I realized I was stuck like this.

“And why is this such a bad thing to you? No offense, but you look much better than you did before. And as much as the media denies it, looks can get you anywhere, can get you any job.”

“But it can’t get me my girlfriend back,” I said. “And what would my family say?”

“We’ll take care of that,” Dr. West said. “Now come on, you should get some actual rest. I’ll show you to your room.”

I stood up and, with a sigh, followed the built doctor out of the room and down the hall. He swiped his ID badge at a door, and once open, held it open for me. “Ladies first,” he sarcastically said to me. I wasn’t caring much for this guy, but I walked into the room. He didn’t follow. “This is your room. Relax, and enjoy yourself.” And with that, he closed the door behind me.

“Wait!” I ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. “Dammit!” I kicked the door, which hurt pretty badly without shoes on. I limped over to a nearby sofa, sitting down a moment, and looked around the room. They at least had the decency to furnish the place for me. There was a small bed, the sofa I was on, a coffee table in front of the sofa, a television, a mini fridge, a full length mirror, and a small two drawer dresser for clothes.

‘Why me?’ I thought to myself. ‘What did I do in a past life to deserve this?’ I stood up, taking the coat off to walk over to the bed when I passed the mirror. I took a good hard look at myself this time. Clarissa was pretty, even hot, but I was fucking gorgeous. My hair was still brown, though now went down to the middle of my shoulder blades. It appears all the fat in my midsection was moved around, as my hips were a bit wide, and my new breasts were at least a C-cup, or maybe could spill over to a D. My ass was perfectly round and firm, and my long legs accentuated the sexy curves and features of my body. My nose was a little smaller and thinner than before, much more feminine, and any signs of facial hair I had were gone. My lips were fuller, my eyelashes longer, my eyebrows more feminine. My hands were smaller and smoother, with slightly longer nails. I went from an average guy to a smoking hot woman.

My dick was gone. Completely. I could’ve cried at the thought, but in its place was one of the prettiest pussies I’d ever seen. Smooth and shaved, it looked like a virgin 18-year-old’s pussy, which makes sense, as that’s what I am. But it was all still too much to wrap my mind around.

I ran my hands up my body, cupping my own breasts. They felt good in my hands, and it also felt nice to have them held. I gently rubbed my fingers across them when my middle finger grazed my right nipple. I tensed up and gasped immediately, a pleasurable tickle surrounding it as it was softly caressed. Looking down at my bosom, I decided to continue, gently brushing over both nipples with my fingers. They quickly became erect, and I found myself gasping quietly to myself. I felt warm, and that’s when I decided to continue further.

I looked at my reflection and guided a hand downward between my legs, slowly spreading my lips apart. I stared at it in wonderment, before I instinctively drew my hand back. ‘Wait, what if she doesn’t want me to?’ I thought to myself, before slapping my forehead. ‘Ugh, dumbass, that IS me.’ I slowly moved my fingers back down there, brushing up against my clit softly in the process. The sensation made me gasp out loud, almost in a moan. I looked over at the bed to my left.

“I think it’s time I got more comfortable.”




(End chapter 2; Chapter 3 is "A Little Touching Never Hurt Anyone", and I'm looking forward to writing it. I should have it up tomorrow evening!)

I'm sorry, but this just makes me rage. "Don't click on it if you don't like it", whatever. I want to kill something right now. This transpires any sort of morality any scientist would have. I hope this story ends with the feds shutting those motherfuckers down.

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>Homosexuals that want to marry in areas where it is forbidden can undergo this procedure to legally wed if they so please.

You don't understand homosexuality, do you?

>>276
Didn't notice that for serious until a couple seconds ago.

BTW, it's >>271 here.
Itchy triggerfinger + science = lolno

As much as it pains me to say this, OP FAILS.

>>271
First of all, cool down. You're OK with content that hosts chicks with dicks, rape, tentacle rape, pedophilia, bestiality, bacon blah blah ble blah, but as soon as scientific curiosity outweighs scientific protocol, you go apeshit? Really?

And if it pains you so bad, just imagine he said something about transgender individuals instead of gays. It's not a big deal. Besides that snag, it's still a good read.

Alright, guys, really. It's the opinion of an obviously deranged man. If psychopath in a story claimed to hate women, would you think that the author wanted to prove that women were inferior?

Please. Take a chill pill and allow for artistic license. Take the despicable with the pure, this is not a book for children; and frankly, I think even a child could realize that the bad guy generally doesn't reflect the positive aspects of the theme.

But enough of that. More please, Gamer. I'm intrigued. You're doing fine with casual first person, keep it up.

>>276
I completely understand how it works. Do understand that my thoughts and visions are NOT reflected through the mad scientist characters of my story. It is merely an excuse used by the characters to fuck around with science.

>>271
>>277
I understand it's your opinion, but do realize this is a FICTIONAL story. Lakeview Terrace had Samuel L. Jackson as a police officer that broke protocol because he hated his white neighbor that married a black woman and moved into their neighborhood and tried to frame the man, hired a guy to break into their house, and ended in a shootout in the streets with other police officers. That's more deranged than this. Just chill.

I'll have Chapter 3 up soon, guys; thanks for the support and input as well. I was hoping my first person was any good.

>>280
It wasn't so much the content, as what I felt was poor execution in the writing that set me off. I can't stand it when writers do shit that clumsy (IMO)

Geeze it's a story. I agree with >>280. This is no different than 90% of the hentai out there. There are stories, comics, and manga that have women turning into animals. On /d/ there is a whole thread about transformations. Male to female transformations would be one of the ones that's up there. Suck it up and stop being stupid people.

I personally have no problems with the writing style, it's not the most spectacular but this is /elit/, definitely not professional standards.

>>271
and you good sir, stop being butt hurt. You act like this is the first time scientist have been depicted that way. For heaven sake grow up. You sound like a 15 year old girl. This is 7chan, we don't have to care about mortality here.

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(Thanks again for the feedback guys. I understand this won't appeal to everyone, so I'm not really offended. Everyone has opinions after all. Anyways, here's Chapter 3!)



Chapter 3: A Little Touching Never Hurt Anyone


I was getting hot all over now, and decided to move things to the bed. I left the beautiful image in my mirror, crawled up onto my bed, and spread my legs. I felt nervous for some reason; it may have been myself, but I had never done anything with a woman before. I guess I figured out where to begin, and knew the general idea of things, but I still felt lost. I returned my left hand to my breast, and moved my right hand back down between my legs. I was a little wet, but I doubt I could’ve pushed a finger in yet.

I gently brushed my finger across my new clit the way I had with my nipples a moment ago. Needless to say, it felt incredibly rewarding - an indescribable pleasure rushed over my body, and I couldn’t contain my gasps and moans any longer. The sound of my own sexual cries was arousing in itself, and had I still been male I likely would’ve gotten an erection upon hearing it. I bit my lower lip to keep myself quiet, but the more I caressed my clitoris, the more noise came from my throat.

I gently pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, applying light pressure or occasionally tweaking it, which in turn made me rub myself more between my legs. My fingers moved further up and down, making sure my middle finger was still rubbing the clit as it moved down across my wet lips. I had never felt anything remotely like this as a guy; we had our hands and our dicks, maybe a fleshlight if you shelled out the cash for it. But I was only using my fingers and this was incredible!

My hips were bucking softly at my motions, and upon realizing everything I was doing I couldn’t help but blush. I changed my pattern up, instead brushing my fingertips over my clit in a circular motion. It didn’t take very long before I found my back arching off the bed, my whole body tense as I did this. If I kept this up, I’d cum everywhere for sure!

Forty-five minutes passed. I sat cross-legged on my bed, glaring angrily at the floor. Maybe I had done something wrong, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to orgasm. This didn’t do much for my self-esteem, especially in the sexual department. I could hear it now: ‘Sam Harris is so bad in bed, he couldn’t bring a girl to orgasm if it was himself!’ My legs felt a little weak, and I had a fantastic time, but I was so close to cumming several times, and I somehow just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

That’s about the time my brain started working against me. I just touched another woman. But it was just myself, so it’s fine. But I touched the breasts and crotch of a woman that wasn’t Clarissa. Had I cheated on my girlfriend? I couldn’t have, masturbation’s not cheating! But I was born a man, and I'm Clarissa’s boyfriend, so I shouldn’t be touching anyone else’s vagina. But I’m a girl now, so it’s still just masturbation! Though, if I touched a man’s penis, would it be cheating? That’s not the issue, I’m not going to touch another man’s penis! Argh, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

It was around that time I heard the chime of the lock accepting the ID badge, and my door opened to my room. I quickly covered myself up with my arms again, and Dr. West groaned and turned away from me. “For the love of God, would you put some damn clothes on?” He impatiently snatched up Dr. Hutchison’s coat, while I opened the dresser to see if there were any clothes. There were, and I wasn’t too happy with the results.

“These are girls’ clothes,” I said without thinking, holding up a pair of panties.

“Do I even need to reply to that one?” Dr. West asked.

“You know, I really hate you,” I answered, uncomfortably sliding the cliché pink panties up my legs.

“The feeling is mutual,” Dr. West replied to my surprise. “Don’t think I’m doing this for fun. You’re merely a paycheck for me.”

“I can’t fucking believe you,” I said softly, trying not to get irritated. I pulled a pair of jeans up my legs next. They were tighter than I’m used to wearing, but they fit perfectly.

“I’m sure. And don’t be confused by the clothes. With you being unconscious for a day and a half, we had plenty of time to take your measurements.” I looked at one of the bras in the drawer and decided to outright skip it. I grabbed a shirt and threw it on, and found it hugged my curves without being very tight. Even normal women’s clothes are so weird.

Dr. West finally turned around, looking me up and down. “Skipping the bra, I see. What a rebel.” I rolled my eyes at him. “We don’t have any shoes for you yet, little one. Apparently it takes more than a day and a half to measure shoe size.”

“That’s pretty impressive. You guys should take a hint from the nearest shoe store,” I replied.

“Tell me about it,” he said back, surprisingly pleasant about it. He led me out into the hallway, leading me down the corridor as he continued. “And don’t worry, not every girl is going to be able to climax from the first time they experiment."

I gasped, blushing deeply. “WHAT?! You were watching me?!”

“I see you didn’t notice the camera in your room,” he answered.

“I see, so now I’m your porno, huh?!”

“No, and this isn’t Big Brother, either.” We rounded a corner, heading down another corridor. “Do remember, you are still an experiment, and we are monitoring you. So don’t think we’re going to touch ourselves just because you are.”

I scoffed at the nerve of this guy. As soon as I went to say something, however, Dr. West swiped his ID badge to another room, the door sliding open upon doing so. We stepped inside, the door closing behind us, and Dr. Hutchison and the third man in white, the man I saw behind the counter, a skinny twig of a man, were waiting on us.

“Hello again, Sammy,” Dr. Hutchison said cheerfully.

“That’s not my name,” I said, already irritated and a little embarrassed.

“Right, so sorry. We’ll work on that right away.” He led me to a chair in the middle of the room. This one had comfortable armrests and a place to rest your legs. “Dr. Chilton has brought to my attention one of the many tests we’ll need to run on you to make sure the procedure was a total success.”

“You’ve seen my tits,” I said bluntly. “I think that’s proof enough.”

“While this is true,” Dr. Hutchison started. “We need to run several tests to make sure your body is still functioning properly. May I have you undress and take a seat?”

Arguing had gotten me no where, so I decided to strip and sit down, feeling a bit uncomfortable again. “Excellent,” Dr. Chilton said, and the three men walked to another door in the room that would lead to a smaller interior room, that I guess had monitors to check my vitals and whatnot. Why Dr. West told me to get dressed just so I would get undressed is beyond me. The reflective glass prevented me to see what was inside, so I felt alone in the room again. About this time, two clasps came out of the arm rests latched onto my wrists, and two more latched onto my ankles.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?!” I tugged against the metal restraints, feeling the legs of the chair separate, spreading my legs.

Dr. Chilton spoke over an intercom from the other room so I could hear him. “Seeing your little fun time in your room reminded me we need to test out your sexual organs, behaviors, and reactions. So I decided why not now, since you, too, are curious?” About this time, the ceiling above me opened up.

“What?! No, I’m not curious enough to do this in front of you guys!” I squirmed in my chair, trying to fight the procedure, but doing so only made things worse, as a metal clamp came out of the chair around my neck, loosely holding me in place, as well as another larger one around my waist.

“Please do not fight this, as it may mess up the test results,” Dr. Chilton called out to me. But I didn’t care, this felt really fucked up. As if it was bad enough that I was on display, several contraptions were lowered from the ceiling, looking like a mass of metal arms and hinges with several pieces of plastic everywhere.

“Stop, please! Please don’t do this to me!” I was literally begging them now, but it got me no where. The chair I was in raised up, and the first attack against me were by way of two rubber tipped metal arms with pinchers. The soft tipped pinchers pinched my nipples fairly tight, causing me to tilt my head back and moan. They would apply more pressure before lightening up, only to repeat the process, leaving me moaning, gasping, and panting. Squirming did me no good, and occasionally the nipple clamps would twist slightly, only making me louder.

Another metal arm moved downward, this one with a rubber ball at the end of it, and forced its way into my panting mouth, working as a ball gag. Moans and groans still erupted from my throat or were muffled by the ball, and continued as the nipple clamps did their work. It was humiliating to know they were testing me through this, that they were watching me, but thinking about how I probably looked… No, how the sexy woman I had become probably looked in this situation was arousing, and I felt myself getting wet again.

After a few moments of ‘torture’ from the nipple clamps, they started to tug upwards gently, making my moans louder. Another arm had moved downward, and I felt something rub against my wet lips. My eyes grew wide, and I shook my head, my pleads and begging muffled by the ball; I couldn’t lose my virginity this way! Not as a woman! Not by some machine! My eyes started watering, but it was too late. After a moment of rubbing, the plastic shaft mounted at the end of the metallic arm pushed its way into me. I may have been gagged, but the scream I let out was still loud.

It was gentle, pushing in fairly deep. I squirmed a little, wishing it would stop, but the dildo inside of me pulled out slowly before pushing back into me, slowly fucking me. The tears continued to roll down my face. I was losing my virginity to a machine controlled by some self proclaimed innovators of science. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be in my room, with Clarissa stripping and climbing on top of me, her blonde hair hanging over her face as she looked down at me… That’s what I wanted. Instead, I got my own set of tits for my birthday. Surprise.

The machine started to piston in and out of me faster, fucking me at a steady pace, getting a little harder with each thrust. I was beginning to understand why most girls are interested in foreplay first. This is all so sudden. ‘This isn’t happening,’ I thought to myself. ‘This is like something out of science fiction. This is like something from an anime. I’m not an anime girl!’ My thoughts didn’t take away my agony, if you could call it that. As much as I tried to fight it, it was beginning to feel wonderful. I may not have wanted it, but I couldn’t deny that it was pleasurable.

My sobbing had died down, and as I started to lose the will to fight I had quieted down as well. I didn’t want to lie there and take it, but I was strapped down. I had little choice in the matter. I closed my eyes tightly, not that I could see much anyway as my head was still held tilted back by the gag, and tried to forget about why I didn’t want it, why it might have been happening. Being my first time, it did hurt, but I tried to block out the pain, trying to just enjoy what I could out of it. I paced my breathing, feeling my chest rise and fall as I did. The nipple clamps detached themselves, which felt great as I thought they were going to be rubbed raw, and the plastic shaft was thrusting into me much quicker.

I was strapped to the chair and fucked this way for a short while longer, before the mechanical arm pulled the shaft from inside of me. I couldn’t help but whimper at its loss, but was thankful I wasn’t going to endure anymore. The ball, slick from my saliva, slid from my mouth, as the contraption pulled away back up to the ceiling. The chair lowered back into place, and as it did the restraints let me loose. My legs were shaking too badly to stand, and all I could do was drop my head, not wanting to look up.

The door opened up and I heard footsteps approach me. What caught my attention, however, was what I heard from the room.

“I can’t believe you’d do it to begin with, much less for that long!” That was Dr. Hutchison’s voice.

“It felt opportune at the time, she had already done it to herself! The timing was fine, it was to further help her explore her sexuality!” That voice belonged to Dr. Chilton, which meant my ‘favorite’ was coming to get me. Apparently, the other two still in the room had conflicting interests in my test just now.

“It’s still too soon! We should have tried the physical fitness test, or done further tests on her vitals!” This was perhaps the only time I’ve heard Dr. Hutchison sounding angrily upset.

“She is still an experiment, what should it matter?! The tests need to be done regardless!”

“She’s a human being before an experiment!!” I heard a slam at this point, and I think it was Hutchison slamming his hands on a table in the other room. “This better not have ruined what we’ve worked on up until now!!”

I felt Dr. West’s presence as he knelt down by my side. “How do you feel right now?” I didn’t respond. I heard the slam of the door in the background, and saw Dr. Hutchison’s feet as he passed by, angrily leaving the room. West realized I wasn’t going to answer, and instead lifted me up in his arms. “Come on, I’ll take you back to your room.”

Dr. West was quiet as he carried me back to my room. It was almost eerie. I finally, softly, spoke out. “What’s your first name…?” I don’t even know why I asked. Maybe I was sick of all the ‘men in white,’ and wanted to actually know at least some of these people a little better. He was quiet a moment; I guess maybe he was stunned that I asked.

“It’s not important.” So much for light conversation. He set me down on my feet by my room so he could swipe his badge. As the door opened, he looked at me. “Think you can make it in alright?” I quietly nodded, and he oddly patted me on the shoulder. I think it was his odd way of trying to console me. “Alright. Get some rest little one.”

He started down the hallway. I took a step into my room, when his voice stopped me. “Hey!” I stopped and turned to him. He had stopped in the hallway, turned back to me. “It’s Michael. But please, still call me Dr. West.” He turned away and walked back towards the test room. With that, I stepped into my room. The blue walls and light furnishings did little to comfort me. The only thing I could do was curl up into a ball on my bed, and hope they’d never come back.




(End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 is "The Good Doctor", and will either be up tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!)

I forgot that TF meant transformation, so at first I was surprised and didn't like this, but now I'm enjoying it. I just hope he gets released and gets to be a lesbian with his girlfriend.

>>276
I once asked a gay friend if he wanted to be female, and he did admit that it would make it easier. Although, to quote him "I love my penis." I would not want to change either, and it's kinda sad that he would even kind of wish that, but it's not the most insulting thing in the world to write about and the dude is the bad guy.
>>327
Me too, or just a lesbian period, all right.
>>325
Keep it up I am enjoying this so far.