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My Strange story
Sylvia Wechsel
Prologue - Unemployed
I'm staring for the n-th time at the computer monitor. The browser is
open in the "Work with us" page of Biogen Technologies, a private company
which describes itself as working in "cutting edge genetic therapy
development."
There are a few offers of job positions and most are technical
(biologist, biochemist or bioengineer places). I positively do not
qualify for these, but at the bottom of the page there is a phrase: "we
are a equal-opportunity gender company." It is clearly directed to the
technical jobs, but if girls can apply for male job, why shouldn't I be
able to apply for a girl's job? The one I'm interested in is "executive
secretary."
I have been looking for a job since I dropped out my economic sciences
undergraduate course. I applied to this course for the wrong reasons (I
believed it could give me a profitable job in a bank), but soon I
realized this was not for me, and gave up. I was tired of living at my
parent's expenses so I decided looking for a job.
There are lots of jobs which do not require a university diploma, but the
two years I spent in the economics course made me loose the race. There
were always younger candidates and they were preferred. I attempted a
couple of open calls for the public service, but my mathematics skills
were never too good and two years out of the school made me loose the
will to study, so this was also a no go. Then, desperate, I began looking
for anything and there is how I ended up in Biogen.
The job description seems something I can do. Personal assistant to the
company's CEO and good computer and English skills were required. I
consider myself good in both subjects. I gather my courage and fill the
form, sending my resumé.
Chapter 1 - New job
Some weeks later I received the e-mail telling me my resumé was selected
for the new phase of selection. Biogen is in another city, so I gathered
the few economies left and borrowed some extra money from my parents
(swearing this is the last time). I booked a cheap hotel in that city and
went, all hopes on and with nothing more to loose, to participate in this
selection.
There were several phases, including two sections of group dynamics and I
am sure I scored well. It helped a lot also the fact that I was the only
one wearing a suit, all other contestants were female. Then I was called
for the last step of the process: an interview with my prospective boss.
As I was presented to her, I had an involuntary reaction: my dick got
hard. The only way I can describe her is as a "stunning blonde
bombshell." She looks like coming out of a model catalog and I wouldn't
doubt if she told me she walked the runway just for fun. It was also
funny that she looked quite young for such an important job, she looked
approximately my own age. This was a high tech company, so maybe they all
were young there. It was a good thing that day was raining, so I still
had my raincoat on, otherwise my hard on could ruin everything.
I was brought to a conference room and we sat front to front at the
table. Despite the fact of I was nervous and of the arousal I was
feeling, we started to chat. Soon we realized we sympathize with each
other . At one point she asked, "It does not bother you to be hired for a
typical female job?"
"Not at all, and now I know you, I'm even looking forward to."
That was bold, I didn't want to be that informal, she had already caught
me looking at her hands when I was distracted, she wears no ring, neither
wedding nor engagement rings. Her reaction, however, could not be better,
she opened a generous and wonderful smile, typed a number in the phone
that was over the table and I heard her saying, "Christine, tell the HR
to stop with the selection, the secretary position is already filled."
I couldn't be happier.
Chapter 2 - The new job
The salary was good, and the company even gave me something extra to help
installing in the new city. I rented a small apartment close to the
company and bought three complete sets of suits and social shoes.
The job was easy. I took notes during the board meetings, received and
made calls for my boss, whose name, by the way, is Jennifer, booked
flights and hotels for her business trips and acted as intermediate with
the other directors and with the other members of the company. In
general, this occupied about 10% of my time (some weeks more, some weeks
less). Although I found my boss attractive, I always maintained a
professional distance and never would even dare trying something other
than professional with her.
My colleagues, other secretaries, didn't sympathize with me though. It
seems that I committed the sacrilege to take a job form another female.
The feeling was mutual, soon I discovered they were too prone to
gossiping. There were other male employees on security, cleaning staff
and, of course some of the directors too, but quickly I began hanging out
with the technical people in the cafeteria. I found strange, but they
were all female and all quite young and beautiful. There were all kinds
of beauties there, Asian, Afro-brazilian, brunettes, blondes, red haired,
they all looked and dressed like fashion models (naturally, under the lab
coat).
I made friendship with Vera. I first thought she was just a lab
technician, since she looked almost like a teenager to me, but soon I
discovered my mistake, she was the head of research in the company. Once
I was talking to her during the lunch and I said, "I would love to know
what you do behind those closed doors."
"Sorry dear, it is classified, but if you promises not to take picture,
I could approve a visit to the non-critical areas."
I was really curious and, as I told, we were in one of the weak weeks, my
boss was traveling and I had almost nothing to do in my desk, so I said,
"If this is possible, I would like it."
"It is possible, but you have to sign some forms first, and, of course,
get some vaccine shots, we deal with dangerous viruses there."
So we scheduled the first visit to that afternoon. As I returned to my
desk, the forms were already waiting for me. I took a close look at them,
they were "Informed consent" forms and, as I started to read, I realized
they said I was aware there was some danger in visiting those labs. The
whole form had three pages of tiny writing of an impossible to understand
legal gibberish, so I decided to sign it without reading to the end.
In the first visit I received the first vaccine shot in the arm. Vera
told me there would be more in the future. I got fascinated with the work
they developed there. I remember the first time I saw the image of a real
virus in the electron microscope. That was beautiful. Then I learned what
I missed in the university, that kind of feeling. Of course, I could not
enter all the labs, there was one which could be visited only in those
Hazmat suits, one sees in the television.
When my boss returned, she was not particularly pleased with my
excursions, but she didn't forbid them. So I continued. Each week I
learned more through my talks to Vera. I was amazed with the wisdom I
could feel in that young girl, if it were not her appearance, I would
think I was talking to a 70 year old woman, instead. I learned about
recombinant viruses, which could be used to alter someone's DNA, and, as
Vera convinced herself I was trustworthy, she confided to me what was
the company's big secret. They developed working Nanites, micrometric
robot-like machines which could be used to perform tasks inside the body
of a patient. Then she asked me if I wouldn't like to work in the lab.
This looked like a dream coming true, not only because of the biology,
but also because I would be the only male, surrounded by beautiful women
all day. I didn't know if my boss would approve, of course. Vera told me
she would take care of that.
That afternoon Vera appeared in the office and asked to be received by my
boss. Technically, my boss was her superior, but I couldn't get rid of
the feeling that it was Vera who was calling the shots. She entered her
office and closed the door behind her. I couldn't hear what they were
discussing. They were not arguing, but I realized the conversation wasn't
friendly either. As the door opened, Vera left with a smile in her face
and my boss called me to her office, as I closed the door she said, "Are
you sure you want to do this?"
"I love working for you, but I feel my abilities could be better used in
the lab."
"I..."
It seemed she wanted to tell me something, but she stopped, as she
continued, she said, "I wish you luck, we only need to wait to find a
substitute for you, then I will let you change to the laboratory."
She looked sad as she said that, I should have imagined and baked off
that plan, but at that time everything looked so innocent.
In my next visit to the lab, Vera asked me to sign more forms and to get
one more vaccine shot.
Three days later, I started feeling ill.
Chapter 3 - The illness
It was a Friday afternoon, when I first felt the symptoms of, what I
believed, was a common cold. The symptoms progressed fast, so I asked my
boss if I could leave earlier. The job was all done, so she sent me home
to take care of myself.
I drove home with difficulty. When I was younger I was stupid enough to
drive after drinking, but I never felt so bad as in that occasion. I
managed to park the car in the garage, took the lift to my apartment,
prepared something to eat, swallowed two aspirins and went to bed. I had
no thermometer at home, but I could feel I was burning hot. Perhaps this
was no cold, but something more dangerous, like Influenza A, for example.
Even so, I decided to rest, instead of going to the hospital.
Next thing I remember, I woke up at night, it was 11:33 pm, and I had a
higher fever than I had before, I guessed at least 40°C. The illness was
so intense that I was barely in shape to stand up to get some water. I
decided to fill a plastic mineral water bottle I had with drinking water,
to leave in the bedside table. Thanks God I did it. All my body ached,
but the pain mas more intense in my groin and in my chest. I needed to
pee and, as I held my penis to direct the urine to the vase, I realized
the whole area was swollen. Penis, scrotum and testicles were all larger
than normal, the testicles grew to the size of tennis balls. I still
needed to pee and, doing so, I wet my legs. I examined closer my penis
and discovered that the reason was that the orifice of my urethra was no
longer located at the its tip, but rather that it moved circa 1 cm
towards the lower part of the head.
I was still able to think straight, I consider whether I contracted the
Mumps and not a simple Influenza. I, as almost all c***dren in my
generation, was immunized against mumps, but there could be some mutated
form of the virus. I was worried because of the implications that mumps
has on adult males, particularly the fertility issues, if I just knew...
Still, I was feeling too ill to even think of calling someone for help.
My parents lived in my hometown, six hours of drive away, even if they
drove all night, they could be with me only in the morning, and I had no
contact number of my friends in the company. Hospital, at night, was also
no solution. I had my past (bad) experiences with night shifts in
hospitals. And at that point I believed I would feel better in the
morning.
After that I probably entered in a state of delirium. From this time on I
remember only short glimpses of what happened. My temperature rose even
more and I discovered I was unable to move in the bed. Any attempt caused
excruciating pain in all my body. I remember talking aloud, but I cannot
remember what I was talking. I only remember my voice heard funny,
alternating between a high pitch and my normal voice, just as happened
during my puberty, when my voice changed.
I felt panic, nobody would look after me and I realized I could even die
due to this illness, which continued hitting me at full strength as the
pain got worse.
I entered in delirium again, as I regained some sanity, I realized I
could move my arms again. I could not sit, though. Any attempt caused a
sharp pain, as if my muscles would tear apart. I probed the area with my
hand and felt that my pelvic bones had a soft consistency, something like
rubber. I touched my genitals and discovered the swelling was gone, but I
felt that testicles and penis were almost engulfed by the surrounding
flesh. My scrotum, which was completely hairless became smooth, felt like
a lip. It was divided in two parts, with the central part deeply buried
inside my body. The swelling on the chest, however, continued increasing.
I had to pee again, and since I could not move, I decided to wet the bed.
As the urine jet left my body, I felt my butt getting wet. When I touched
my penis to discover why, I learned that the orifice of my urethra was
now located close to the base of the shaft. I was worried, in panic, but
fainted again before being able to cry for help.
This whole time felt like an eternity, later I discovered it was only two
days, but it seemed to me to be more than a week. In the rare moments of
sanity I got in panic and feared I would die. At least after some time, I
guess it was in the morning of the second day, the pain in the pubic area
decreased and I discovered I could move again. However, I was too tired
and hungry to be able to stand up. I touched my genitals again and
discovered my penis was very small and that I could no longer feel my
testicles. This worried me, but I was feeling I would die, so this worry
was secondary.
Monday (later I discovered it was Monday) in the middle of the morning I,
half in delirium, heard a cracking noise coming from my door. I was
heavily in delirium, but I remember seeing my boss ordering some nurses
to transport me to the laboratory in Biogen. I could hardly think
straight, but I remember asking myself: "Why are they transporting me to
the company, and not to a hospital?"
I regained consciousness again in a sort of hospital bed. I was still
quite ill, but I was grateful for being saved. I was receiving
intravenous fluids through an injection in my arm and I could feel a
catheter inserted in my urethra and a tube in my throat, helping me
breathe. The fever was still high and a felt some non localized pain in
my guts, more like a nausea. I fainted again, this time I think I slept,
before I could call someone for help.
I woke up again when I was receiving some sort of sponge bath. The tube
in my throat had been removed and I was breathing on my own again. I
noticed something strange, however, some of the nurses were shaving my
legs. I tried to ask why, but I was still too weak, I fainted again.
When I woke up next morning (it was then Tuesday) I realized I was still
in the bed. The catheter in my urethra had been removed. There was
someone sitting at my side, it was Vera. I was still too weak to stand
up, but at least I could sit down again. Vera helped me. I looked down at
my chest, and realized the swelling was still there, and even bigger than
I remembered, but now there was no pain anymore. Then I probed the
region with my hands and discovered it was no swelling at all. My mammary
glands grew and I now posses breasts. Vera, seeing this, said, "Don't
worry, they will grow to a normal size as your new ovaries start pumping
hormones at full strength."
"What is going on?" I asked, with the high pitched voice I heard at home.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think the process would run so fast in you, or I
would not let you go home last Friday."
"Process, which process?"
"You see, we developed this form of genetic therapy to help women which,
for some reason lost a breast, or a womb."
"This therapy uses recombinant viruses and nanites to reconstruct the
lost organs and even to improve some secondary female traits, as a
surplus, the biologic age is reduced too."
This looked something coming out of some bad science fiction novel, but I
could not deny what happened to me, especially after I probed my groin
and discovered I now posses inner and outer labia, a clitoris and, of
course, a vagina.
I was furious and asked (my rage was ridiculous with my new voice), "Why
did you do this to me?"
"We already know the therapy works fine in females, all women in the lab
and even your boss went through this therapy, but we needed to know what
was the effect in a originally male subject"
"How do you dare doing scientific experiments in me without my
permission? This is i*****l."
"Oh, but you consented in participating, in that last form you signed."
So, I was her guinea pig. I was still mad at her. I wanted to beat her,
but this was ridiculous with my present frame, which shrank to that of a
petite girl. She helped me stand up and brought me to the toilette, to
show me my new face. It is still my face, but now I look like a pretty
girl, more precisely like a pretty 16 years old teenager. I was still
looking at the mirror and didn't react as she approached me from behind
and said, close to my neck.
"You will see, this is not that bad, our females have a big advantage
over the conventional ones."
She started kissing the back of my neck and began rubbing my new clitoris
through the nightgown I was wearing. The pleasure was so intense that any
thought of stopping that quickly went out of my mind. I felt a familiar
sensation, just like before getting an erection back when I was a male. I
felt the clitoris engorging and growing, first to the size of a little
finger, but then it grew more until reaching the size of a medium sized
penis. The flesh was way more sensitive than the one of my old penis. I
could not stop that, quickly I undressed and began masturbating. I felt
my new vagina getting wet and became fascinated to that. My new "member"
is a featureless pink cylinder with a hemispherical tip (and no orifice,
of course) when grown. Still today I refuse calling it a penis.
I was so concentrated in the pleasure that I did not realize Vera
undressed too and came from behind me, with her own "engorged clitoris."
She asked me to support my hands in the sink and to protrude my butt,
opening my legs. I could do nothing but to obey her. Then she inserted
her "engorged clitoris" into my new vagina. My arousal grew even more,
until I reached my climax and had my first female orgasm. It was
different, more continuous, than my previous male orgasms, which were
explosions of pleasure.
First I was mad at Vera's due to her betrayal. My boss was supportive.
She explained to me that the real owner of the company is Vera, all work
for her, including my boss, and she could not warn me before. There was
no way my own clothes would fit me. She helped me go shopping and allowed
me to adapt to my new gender in my own pace.
I was not the kind of friendly guy before, so I only had to solve the
problem of my parents. I decided to tell them the truth, and since they
would never believe me if I told that by telephone, I went to visit
them. First they didn't recognize me, but finally I convinced them I am
myself (I had to show my new vagina to my mother, to convince her, of
course I told nothing about the thing with the "engorged clitoris"). My
documents were easier, all was done as if I went through a gender
reassignment therapy.
With the time acceptance grew, as well as my breasts and my butt. Now I
wear D sized bras. This was surely due to my new ovaries pumping hormones
into my blood stream. Vera made me go through a biopsy to test my
ovaries. The result was that I belong now fully functional ovaries free
of genetic defects, which I already knew since my first menstruation.
Today I enjoy what I became. I work in the lab now and I dress also as a
model. I love wearing skirts and dresses. I walk always in high heels and
I wear make up all the time. I make love with other "special" women, I
even shortly joined my former boss, living with her for some time as a
couple. This, however, didn't work out. I discovered what I really enjoy
is having sex with men. As I told before, our "engorged clitorises" are
of the size of a medium-sized penis, so most men have bigger ones.
The only problem is to find out a male who does not freak out as he sees
my "member." Most of them think I am a she-male, sometimes I convince
them I have a genetic particularity. I'm considering now whether I should
try to get pregnant. Vera is thrilled about this idea (with the time I
forgave her and we are friends again), but I don't know if I'm ready for
this big step.
She told me today that they perfected the therapy and that she believes
the transformation of a male now will go slower. She needs a subject to
prove her theory. Tonight I will meet a gorgeous man I met the other day
in the subway (I sold my car, now I go to work by public transportation,
to show myself better). We will have a date and maybe, after that, I will
invite him to visit my lab, not before, of course, asking him to sign
some forms and to receive a vaccine shot.
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