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One Night Stand Cathy by Angela J. Dear General: I am writing to plead for help. Please, I beg you, help me. You are probably my last chance to get away from this madness. I don't have much time. From prior experience, I know that she will soon take control of me again. Recently I discovered that she doesn't watch me as closely right after I go to sleep. I found out by accident. She monitors my body to make sure I am not faking it. But once she is convinced that I am asleep, she leaves me alone, at least for a while. I know what you are thinking, but I am not crazy. Some of what I am about to tell you may sound impossible, but please believe me when I say that everything that I state here actually happened. Dr. Susan Jones, a scientist in your special research and development division, is behind it all. Check her records and you will know that she is both brilliant and mad enough to do it. How did I find out about my chance to escape? It was an accident. In the middle of the night, I woke up to go the restroom. That's when I discovered that I could be free for a brief time. Once I discovered this, I planned carefully and came up with the plan to write this letter. Wait. What am I doing? You want me to start from the beginning, don't you? Yes, the beginning. "My name is Carl Harris." "I saw you look my way and was wondering why such a beautiful girl was looking at me." "I hope that I am not being too intrusive, but can I buy you a drink." That was my line until... I am sorry about the tear stain on the paper. I just can't help it. You are probably thinking that my line is corny. I guess it is. But it worked most of the time. What has this to do with anything, you ask. Please be patient. My abilities with women. That's where it started. That's the beginning. Women could not resist me. I was handsome. I wasn't Mr. muscles or anything like that, but my handsome rugged face went a long way. Once I was able to get women's attention with my patented smile, I was able to bring them in with my self-confidence. I was the man. You probably think that I had very little competition. That could not be further from the truth. My mid-size town is near your military base. Every night, soldiers crowd the bars looking for a quick lay. An average bar, in a normal night, has twenty times more men than women. For an average Joe it is impossible to get laid unless he pays for it. That's where my strategy came in. Unlike the average Joe, I wanted more. No, that's not true. I just made it look like I wanted more. Women liked being treated like princesses and wanted to be loved. All I had to do was listen for clues and give them what they wanted. I had the talent for becoming every woman's ultimate fantasy. In no time I was fucking them out of their minds. Those were the best days of my life. And now.... My dick.... Those days are gone for ever. In a way that's how I found out that she doesn't watch me after I go to sleep. I went to the restroom in the middle of the night. Half asleep and drowsy, I forgot what she did to me. For that brief second, all her programming and my shameful acts were gone from my mind. I actually almost peed standing up. I lifted the toilet seat and reached for my dick. The shock of discovering that I no longer had one, fully woke me. Once I recovered my memory, I braced myself for the unavoidable consequence of acting male. But I did not lose control. Such obviously male action would have meant that she would take immediate control. But nothing happened. You know what that means, don't you? I was free. She wasn't watching me. I decided to test it. I sat without crossing my legs. Nothing happened. I walked without gyrating my butt. Nothing. My freedom was energizing, but soon old fears returned. Before she could discover my freedom, I went back to sleep. Of course, I tested my freedom again at later nights. And that's when I came up with this plan. No, wait , I don't have much time. I don't have time to tell you how I came up with my plan. I must tell you what she did to me. I must, before she discovers what I am up to. Where was I? Yes, my dealings with women. My relationships never lasted long. Once I fucked them, I lost interest in them. I even got bored with their money and gifts. I enjoyed the chase too much. Some of my best nights were one-night stands, where I made my conquest quickly and moved on to the next challenge. My friends admired my abilities so much they nicknamed me "One Night Stand Carl." The nickname, however, did not do me justice because I was more. I also enjoyed conquering the unconquerable. Women, who everyone thought were too shy or too snobbish to spread their legs, were my favorite targets. I loved pocking my dick in their, normally, closed pussies. Virgins were especially nice. I was willing to spend extra time and effort to bed these women. Some of the women got all bent out of shape over the fact that I just ignored them after I got laid. Susan, that's Dr. Susan Jones, was one of these woman. She said that I would regret leaving her. I laughed and brushed her aside. Who was she kidding, how could one woman satisfy my needs. I was special. How do I know that I was special, you ask? I knew because everyone knew. It started with my parents. "Don't blame your parents for becoming a monster." Is that what you are thinking? Well remember who the monster is. It's not me, it's her. Look at what she has done to me. Just look at my picture!!!! Please, I don't mean to be a bitch, it's just that its so difficult to control my emotions. I just can't help it. Can you blame me for being emotional? I knew that you would understand. See, I am smiling, because I know you are going to help me. On with the tale of my life. My parents, being old fashioned, desperately wanted a son. However after four attempts, all they had were four daughters. My parents reluctantly gave up hopes of having their precious son. Then, by accident, my mother got pregnant with me. How much joy they must have had once they found out that I was a boy? Ever since I was a baby, I was treated differently from my sisters. As far as my parents were concerned, I was special. I got all the best gifts. If I fought with my sisters, my parents were always on my side. I got everything my way. Once school started, I continued to be treated specially. My good looks helped. In addition, I had natural abilities in sports, which meant more special treatment. I always thought that I deserved what I got. I was Carl Harris, God's gift to women. So don't blame me for treating women the way I did. It was everyone else's fault for spoiling me. It was my parent's fault for giving me what ever I wanted. It was the women's fault for spreading their legs. It was never my fault. Oh no, I have spent to much time talking about my abilities!!! She will watch me again soon. I must finish this letter so that you can help me. I guess I should write about what she did to me now, in order to save time. But no.... you won't understand unless I start from the beginning. I must start from the beginning, yes the beginning... "My name is Carl Harris," "I saw you look my way and was wondering why such a beautiful girl was looking at me." "I hope that I am not being too intrusive, but can I buy you a drink." That was my line. And on that particular night, several months ago, I used it on a cute blond. I was in a single's bar, one of many that I frequented. I sipped my beer and checked out the potential targets. I saw a gorgeous blond sitting alone at the bar. She was new. I had yet to conquer her. Without a hint of shyness, she stared at me. I ignored her at first. I wanted a bigger challenge. Jeff, a stud want-a-be, approached her. After attempting to make small talk with the blond, he left her alone. From his facial expression it was obvious he failed. He came towards me. "Hey buddy," he said. I met him during my frequent visits to the bars in this town. He was a regular. Unlike me, however, he rarely succeeded. He was not ugly, but with the military base being near, the women had a lot of men to choose from, and Jeff was nothing special. Once in a while he would score with a homely girl, but that was about it. The blond was definitely out of his league. "How you doing Jeff?" I asked. "Oh, you know, the usual, just trying to get some action," he said. "I saw that," I said. "Her?" he said pointing at the blond, "She's a dyke or something." "I gave her my best line and she told me to go fish." "You know, what's the saying?" "If good old Jeff can't do it, no one can?" I laughed at him. "You looser, you can't score with her," I said in a joking manner. "She's out of your league." "I suppose you can do better?" he asked. "Of course I can," I said. What does this have to do with anything, you ask? I told you that you have to be patient. Anyway, while Jeff and I talked two more guys tried to pick her up and failed miserably. One of them even got a drink spilled on his head. Perhaps she would be a challenge after all. "I tell you what..." Jeff said, "Why don't you put money where your mouth is?" I drank the remaining beer in my glass. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "How about twenty bucks?" he asked. You are thinking that twenty bucks is nothing and I agree with you. But it was more than money. Jeff, a looser, was challenging me, the greatest gift to women. I had to teach him a lesson. "Make it fifty," I said, "and you got a deal." "Fifty it is." he said, "If you leave this bar with her, you win." "Otherwise, I win, agreed?" "Sure," I said as I smiled at Jeff. "You might as well give me the money now." "One Night Stand Carl never fails," I said and walked towards the blond. As I slowly made my move towards her, she looked at me briefly to check who was coming. That's when our eyes met. Once that happened, I knew she was mine. I could tell by her expressions that she was interested in me. My good looks were already paying off. This would be the easiest fifty dollars I have ever made. I sat next to her on the bar and said my favorite line. "My name is Carl Harris," "I saw you look my way and was wondering why such a beautiful girl was looking at me." "I hope that I am not being too intrusive, but can I buy you a drink." She giggled. "I am sorry for staring." "My name is Linda, and I saw that you were alone and...." she said. "I am flattered by your attention," I said. "I also noticed you and was hoping to meet you." "How about that drink?" "Let me buy you a drink instead," she said. If she wanted to play the modern woman, that was fine with me. I knew how to handle her type. She would end up buying me expensive stuff just to prove that she was equal to men. I internally laughed at her. Just play along and let her lead and then fuck her, take her money and leave her. "I'd be eternally grateful," I said. She motioned the bartender, and without even asking me, she ordered two screw drivers. I wanted a beer, but since I wanted to get into her panties more, I decided not to say anything. The bartender brought us two screwdrivers and the blond paid for them. I showed her my patented smile and turned on my charm. As I was making small talk with the blond, I heard a woman scream "bastard" towards me. She was quickly coming to where the blond and I were seated. I did not recognize her, but assumed that she was one of my earlier conquests. Damn, this bitch is going to ruin everything, I thought. "You son of a bitch," she sounded drunk." "Why haven't you returned my calls." "You told me that you loved me and after getting your with me, you left me." She started to cry as she pushed me off my stool. "How many women have screwed over?" This dumb bitch was going to ruin my chances with the blond. I was about to say something in my defense when the blond spoke. "Look sister, he is with me now", said the blond, "And if you want him back you will have to go through me." The blond stood from her stool and got between me and the bitch. This seemed to intimidate the bitch. "You want him, you can have him," stated the bitch and stormed out of the bar. Once the bitch left, the blond turned her attention to me. She put her mouth to my left ear and whispered, "You must be a stud to make a girl so hot and bothered like that?" "Finish your drink and lets go to my place." There wasn't any argument from me. Her suggestion and her hot breath in my ear already got my dick semi-hard. I grabbed my glass and gulped it down. As I was gulping it, I had a brief thought that the drink tasted a little strange. But I did not dwell on it. My mind was on this hot woman by my side and the easy fifty dollars. I put my arm around the blond and triumphantly walked towards the exit. As we passed by where Jeff was sitting, I gave him a broad smile. I was happy at that moment. But my happiness faded even before I could reach the door of the bar. I could see and hear everything around me, but for some reason I had trouble standing straight. I tried to ask the blond for help but all I could do was babble. It was strange, I knew that I didn't drink that much. I know, I know, you think I am an idiot. You sit on your chair and think that I should have realized that I was drugged . But at that time, that idea did not cross my mind. After all, why would anyone want to drug a guy like me? I never hurt anyone. I didn't realize that monsters like Susan existed. The blond motioned one of the bouncers to come to us. "My boyfriend had a little too much to drink, could you help him to my car," she asked the bouncer. Soon after, couple of bouncers dragged me to the blonde's car. After the bouncers left. The blond looked at me. "You don't recognize me do you, Carl Harris? I didn't know what she was talking about? I moved my head side to side. She took off her wig. She had short brunette hair. She then rubbed some liquid on her face and wiped her makeup off. It was Susan!!!! I realize that to you, I must seem stupid for falling into this trap. I should have recognized Susan. But put yourself in my shoes. I usually conquered at least two women each week. Besides, I did not see Susan for a long time. I simply forgot about her. In fact, if she was just about any other woman that I conquered, I probably would not have recognized her even after she took off her wig and makeup. I did not remember most of my conquests. But Susan was different. She was so innocent. You probably think that no one in the military is innocent. After all, everyone in the military is trained to kill. But that was just it. She was a contradiction. She was smart but at the same time naive. She was so sensual yet so pure. It took me a long time and hard work to get between her legs. But it was all worth it. Popping her cherry was a great challenge. I had to use every trick in the book to accomplish the task. I told her that I loved her and even proposed marriage. After several months of dating, she agreed to go to bed with me. Once I fucked her, the excitement was gone. I had conquered the unconquerable. It was time for me to move on. When I ended our "relationship", it devastated Susan. The way she cried, would have gotten to some guys. But to me, it was some what gratifying to know that a woman wanted me so much. It just confirmed my belief that I was the greatest gift to women. Don't get me wrong. I wasn't overly nasty to her anything. I even sugar coated the break up by telling her "it was me, not you." But she kept bothering me. Even several weeks after the break up, she called me every night, begging for me to take her back. She kept asking me why I stopped loving her. I got really tired of her calling me all the time. Please believe me when I say that I wasn't a bad guy, at least not at first. But she just would not take no for an answer. I was just tired of her bothering me. I just wanted her off my back. So I told her that I never loved her. What were my words exactly? I said, "Get it through your silly head, I never loved you." "I just wanted pussy." "Do you understand?" You probably think that I was mean. I guess you are right. But even so, I do not deserve this. I mean just look at what she has done to me. No man should be made to do the things that I was made to do. Please help me. What did she do to me exactly? It all started that night, the night I was kidnapped. My head was spinning as I recalled Susan's last words after I told her that all I wanted was pussy. "You will regret this some day." At that time, I laughed at her. How dare she think that I would regret breaking up with her. She was fun to conquer but that was all. The conquest was over. I needed more challenges. Discovering that the blond was actually Susan, made me feel a little anxious. But I was not panicking yet. For all I knew, she just wanted to talk. The dizziness overcame my anxiety and I fell asleep. "Wake up," Susan said in her sweet voice. I slowly fought off my drowsiness and tried to open my eyes. But no matter how hard I tried I could not. What was weirder than not being able to open my eyes, was the fact that I was calm. Normally, I would have been panicking if I found out that I could not open my eyes, but I just felt calm. That's not exactly right. I wasn't calm. I was numb. With my vision impaired, I focused on my other senses. I could feel that I was lying on a bed. I attempted to get up, and found out that I could not move. I could not feel any ropes or other restraints. I just could not move. Despite finding myself paralyzed, I still remained numb. I tried to speak, but again was unsuccessful. I just laid there. "You may open your eyes," Susan said. All of a sudden, I was able to open my eyes. I still could not move, but I could see the ceiling and Susan's upper body. She was looking down at me. In her right hand, she held what looked like a large remote control. I saw her push some keys in her controls and suddenly I sat up on the bed. Through out this entire ordeal, I felt very little emotion. I still could not move my arms or my lower body and could not look down at myself. But I was able to move my head, slowly, side to side. Although I did not know what it was then, that's when I first felt my new long hair. At that time, I just felt something tickling my neck and back every time I moved my head. In my sitting position, I looked around the room. My bed and I were in the center of the room. Susan stood directly in front of me. She wore a white medical coat. Couple feet behind Susan, stood two men dressed in military uniform. One had an eagle on his helmet and the other had a gold leaf on his. On the wall on the opposite side of Susan and the two soldiers, was a large television screen. It displayed what ever I was looking at. When I looked at it, I just saw infinite television screens inside infinite television screens. "As you can see Colonel, we can see what ever she sees," said the Major. At that time, I didn't know who he meant by "she". I guess that I was still feeling a little dizzy. "Is it true that he used to be a man?" asked the Colonel. "Yes sir," said the Major, "The subject was once a civilian male named Carl Harris." The Colonel opened a folder and looked at some pictures. "As you can see, we can make anyone look like anyone else." said the Major. " The subject was approximately 28 years old male and now she appears to be a female approximately 18 years old." I should have been horrified by the implication of what they were saying, but I still remained calm. "But why go to the trouble?" the Colonel asked, "I understand that he is partially robotic." "Why not just build a robot?" "Well Colonel", the Major stated, "we do not have the technology to build a realistic robot." "We cannot build a robot that looks like a human being." "No matter how advanced, a robot just does not look real." "However, with our current technology, we are capable of controlling humans, in essence, making them into robots." "The difference is between constructing something and constructing something that controls something that already exists." "The latter is a lot easier to do." "That's not entirely accurate," Susan said, "I mean, Major Dash is correct in saying that robots are not convincing." "However, the problem is not how they look, but with how they move and react." "Unfortunately, a robot's moves seem unnatural." "Further, since a robot does not feel, it cannot always react and behave appropriately at all times." "I can copy behavior and program the robot, but if the robot faces something, in the field, that's unexpected, then we may run into problems." "In contrast, my subjects can draw on their experience as a human being and therefore act appropriately." "Cathy, here, can move and act like a human because, in her essence, she is a human." The Colonel nodded his head. I could not believe what they were saying. According to their statements, I was not only a "she" but also some type of robot. You probably think that this is impossible. I thought so too but soon learned that it was possible. Once again, I urge you to check Dr. Jones' records, if you doubt what I say. "Why did you choose him as the subject?" asked the Colonel. "I chose her," answered Susan, "because I wanted to test the limits of our abilities." "First, I wanted to test our abilities in utilizing plastic surgery." "My team not only changed her superficial features but also bone structure and body size." "Second," Susan answered, "I wanted to test our ability to control the subject." "I intend to make her do things that her male mind would normally never do." "If I am successful, we will know that we can control anyone, under any circumstances." "Why is he just sitting there?" asked the Colonel. "She is just sitting there because we ordered her to just sit there," stated the Major. "You mean she will do what ever we order her to do?" asked the Colonel. The major smiled and responded by saying, "yes sir!" "Yes, is the simple answer Colonel, but slightly misleading," said Susan. "The correct answer is, I can control her if I determine that there is a need." "As Major Dash explained earlier, we can see and hear everything she sees and hears." "But we cannot feel, smell or taste." "Controlling her would leave us with the same problems that we would face with a robot." "I would be controlling her from a computer room and would not have all the data to react properly to certain situations." "Awkward or strange behavior could give us away." "If the enemy finds out about our capabilities and limitations, then they will be able to conduct simple tests to distinguish the real people from our subjects." "The delicate nature of our business require us to make sure that never happens." "The only way to do this is to allow her to control her actions." "Since she can feel, smell and taste, she can react appropriately." "Furthermore her experiences as a human being will allow her to behave just like a human." "If we cannot control him, what good is he?" asked the Colonel. "We can, and will control her," stated the Major. "We won't control her unless its necessary," corrected Susan, "But I won't let her loose." "I will always monitor her and order her to do what we want." "Using the same surveillance technology that I installed into her body, I can communicate our wishes directly into her ears." "Therefore she will know exactly what we want from her." "If she refuses to obey, then I will take control." "Once she learns how things work, she will obey us." "How can you be so sure?" asked the Colonel. "Given the choice of being completely controlled like a robot or simply being made to follow orders, any human being will choose to follow orders," Susan said. "Its a win, win situation." "She gets to keep direct control over her body and we get a more realistic spy." "Let me demonstrate." Susan pushed more keys in her remote control. I was now able to move my hands. I moved my hands up so that I could see them. They were so delicate, so feminine. My fingers were thin and my nails long. My hands looked like a woman's hands. Being careful not to scratch myself with my long nails, I next examined my face by touch. I did not believe how feminine and soft both my face and my hands felt. My nose was small and my lips full. My eye lashes were long and my eye brows were thin. I also felt the back of my head and the hair. It was so long. Despite the shock and lack of belief of what I was feeling with my hands, I did not have any emotional reaction. From my face and hair, I moved my hands to explore my upper body. I touched soft hairless skin which meant that I was at least partially nude. I should have been mortified, but I still felt no emotion. Susan pushed more keys on her remote. All of a sudden a flood of emotions came to the surface. Although I was not able to scream aloud, I screamed in my head over and over gain. I mourned for the apparent loss of masculinity. As my hands touched my large tits, I began to cry. I could feel some of my tears hit my tits. As my hands touched my tits, I began to feel a strange feeling. My tits were so sensitive. When my nipples started to get hard, I quickly removed my hands from my tits. It was embarrassing enough just to have tits, I did not want everyone to see my tits get excited. Susan spoke softly, almost in a whisper, into her remote control. But her voice sounded loud and clear in my ears. "Cathy, play with your pussy," she said. "Pussy", I did not want to believe those words. I didn't have a pussy. She couldn't be talking to me. But some how, deep inside, I knew instantly that Cathy was my new name and that I was supposed to follow Susan's command. But her order was too degrading. I could not touch that thing between my legs. In my mind, touching it, would make the fact that I now a girl, a reality. I could not do it. I wanted to beg for mercy but was still unable to speak. Not being able to do anything else, I wiped the tears off my face and tits and just sat there. Susan pushed more keys and my right hand involuntarily moved towards my private area. My attempts to stop my hand were futile. Eventually my hand touched my pussy. My touch confirmed that I no longer had a dick. I was a girl. Even worse, I was a naked girl who was about to play with her pussy in front of others. The shame was so over whelming that I started to cry again. As Susan and the men watched, I rubbed my pinky against my clitoris, and inserted my middle finger in and out of my pussy. My tears followed freely as I played with my pussy. But even as the tears followed, I started to moan as I finger fucked myself. "As you can see, I am partially controlling her at this time," Susan said. "I am controlling her movements but allowing her to cry." "Her tears and facial reaction are real." "However her hand and arm motions are controlled by me." "This demonstrates that we are able to control her partially in order to create the desired effect." "You will also notice some subtle awkwardness in her movement." "In contrast to when she was playing with her breasts, the subject does not look natural." "A person, not suspecting anything unusual, will not notice it." "However a trained eye, or even a careful look by a suspecting person could, detect the unusually mechanical movements." "Please notice how she does not relax her muscles." "Her movements are too choppy and repetitive." "In other words, a human touch is lacking." "Of course, I could, with practice, improve her actions by carefully controlling every muscle but that would take a lot of energy and time." "Also, that technique can be faulty if we encounter an unexpected challenge." "Letting her act naturally will mean that she will be better able to deal with unexpected problems." Despite "not being natural", my masturbation show was causing a noticeable bulge in the men's pants. It was so embarrassing. You think that you could have controlled yourself, don't you. You think I lacked will power. That's untrue. I tried with all my energy to stop finger fucking myself but I could not. "Does she know what she is doing?" asked the Colonel still staring at my finger go in and out of my pussy. "Yes, sir," answered the Major. "If we did not let her keep full consciousness during periods where I take control of her actions then there would be gaps in her memory." Susan answered, "Such gaps could be a problem and therefore must not occur." "My goal is to make a spy that will obey us like a robot, but act and behave like a human being." "To that end, I allowed Cathy to keep all her prior memories and feelings." "I believe that her experience will help her to be more like a human being." As my finger fucking intensified, I became more and more aroused. My middle finger was dripping with pussy juice. I wanted to stop moaning but could not. "She seems to be enjoying herself," stated the Colonel. "Yes sir," answered the Major, she is enjoying her self." "Yes and no," answered Susan. "I am able to produce any physical reaction to a stimulus." "As you can tell by the moaning, I am giving her a mild, but pleasurable sexual feeling." "However mental stimulus is another matter all together." "I cannot make her mentally feel something without damaging who she is." "Damaging her mind would make her into a normal robot who needs to be fully controlled." "We cannot allow that to happen." "Therefore, mentally, she will maintain full control at all times." "Consequently, she is probably experiencing depression and shame." "The fact that she is still masturbating despite the depression and shame, demonstrates how completely I can control her." "You mean, we cannot control her brain," the Colonel said. "It's not advisable," said Susan. "The best I can do is to temporarily neutralize her emotions." "But even this may have unexpected an unwanted side effects that I do not want to risk." "Therefore, I recommend that we use the emotional dulling controls sparingly." "But remember Colonel, that we can control her movements, so controlling her mind is unnecessary." "I am still not convinced," said the Colonel. "I really don't see anything unusual with her finger fucking." "It looks natural to me." "How about a different demonstration?" said the Major to Susan. Susan briefly looked like she wasn't sure what to do next. However, only seconds later, Susan punched more keys on her remote. Suddenly I regained control over my body. Immediately, I stopped masturbating and wiped the pussy juice on my finger on to the bed. I got off the bed and tried to run towards the exit. As I moved I felt my tits giggle. As soon as I left the bed, I lost control of my body and was moved back to the bed. Once in bed, I regained control over my body. I briefly thought about attacking Susan and stealing her remote. However, I gave up on that idea because I knew that with my current body the two men could easily subdue me even if I was able to get the remote from Susan. Not having any other options, I covered my tits with my right hand while covering my pussy with my other hand. If I could not escape, I could at least hide my shame. Susan again spoke softly into her remote, "Cathy, suck the Colonel's dick." I could not express my destain for Susan's latest command by speech. But I shook my head side to side violently and moved as far as I could away from the men without getting off the bed. Why didn't I leave the bed, you ask. I didn't want to lose control of my body as I did when I left the bed before. I was afraid of what Susan might make me do. "Suck the Colonel's dick now, or I will make you suck the major's dick too," Susan said into her remote. I was horrified and disgusted by Susan's orders and refused to do the terrible act. "I guess she wants to taste all of you," Susan said. By punching in some keys on her remote, Susan took control over my actions. Despite my internal objections, I stopped covering my body with my hands. As I got off the bed and walked over to the men, the men watched my naked body with interest. The Colonel seemed especially interested with my bouncing tits. Once I came face to face with the Colonel, I dropped to my knees. Using tender loving care, I pulled down the Colonels' zipper and reached in and pulled out his cock from his underwear. My mind was screaming for me to stop this disgusting act. But I continued by putting my lips to the Colonel's cock. For the third time that day, I started to cry. As tears flowed from my eyes, I tasted the Colonel's pre-cum. Despite my mental hesitations, my mouth opened and swallowed the Colonel's cock. The worst part of this ordeal was the physical sensations I felt as I sucked the cock. Despite hating every moment of the ordeal, I found my body being sexually turned on by my degrading act. My nipples became hard and my pussy wet. I even started to moan. The physical pleasure that I was receiving was even more intense than the sensations I felt while playing with my pussy. I felt totally dirty. After what seemed like an eternity of sucking, the Colonel came in my mouth. Instead of withdrawing, I eagerly drank his cum. As I swallowed the Colonel's cum, I too orgasmed. If it wasn't for the cock in my mouth muffling me, the whole base could have heard my moans. Still crying, I cleaned the Colonel's cock with my tongue. Once, it became soft, I gently put his cock back into his pants and zipped it up. Still under Susan's control, I actually said in a very high feminine voice, "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Colonel." As soon as I said the dreadful words, Susan pushed the keys on the remote control and I had control over my actions. "Now suck the Major's cock on your own or I will let them fuck you," said Susan into the remote. I learned from the prior incident, that Susan did not bluff. If I had obeyed Susan earlier, I could have gotten away with just sucking one cock. As awful as the act of sucking another man off was, getting fucked was even worse. After stalling as much as possible, I eventually dropped to my knees in front of the Major and sucked on his cock. As before, I felt great physical pleasure from the disgraceful act. But this time I had full control over what I was doing. In order to end the ordeal as soon as possible, I tried my best to bring the Major off quickly. The Major rewarded my efforts by joining me in moaning. My feminine moans were joined by the Major's masculine moans. I wished that I was deaf so that I could stop hearing the horrible love making sounds. I wanted to hide in shame. As I pleasured the Major, Susan commented to the Colonel how natural I looked sucking the Major's cock. Susan argued that I was doing a much better job of sucking cock on my own than with her controls. She stated that I looked mechanical when I was sucking the Colonel off. Susan stated that , in contrast, I looked like an excellent cock sucker, now that I was in control. She pointed out how I was able to react to the Major and thereby learn to pleasure him more. She pointed out every little thing I did differently by stating that I was trying new techniques. If I tried to do same thing, she argued that I must have learned the best way to suck the Major's cock and was using that knowledge to be a better cock sucker. She stated that a robot could not do what I was doing to the Major's cock. Finally the Major came in my mouth. As before, I experienced an orgasm as I swallowed the Major's cum. I wanted to spit out the fowl liquid, but was afraid of the consequences. So dutifully I sucked the Major dry and put his cock in his pants before zipping him up. I was more ashamed of my self then ever before. In fact, I even contemplated suicide. The Colonel looked at my depressed form and said. "Dr. Jones, I agree that she seems to be a better cocksucker on her own then she is under your control." "But I like to feel it for myself." "I will be more than happy to oblige, Colonel." Susan said and then spoke again into her remote. "Suck the Colonel's dick now, or I will let him fuck you." Not knowing how to escape from this horrible nightmare, I once again took out the Colonel's cock. As I did with the Major, I tried my best to bring the Colonel off quickly. Despite cumming already, the Colonel quickly deposited another load of cum in my mouth. "She really is a better cocksucker on her own," said the Colonel. Susan whispered into her remote, "Thank the Colonel for calling you a good cocksucker, or I will make you suck off the Major again. With ever growing shame, I said in my softest, most feminine voice, "Thank you Colonel." "That's it for today, Gentlemen," Susan said," The demonstration will continue in six months when we test her in a non-controlled environment." "Why not test her tonight?" the Colonel asked, "Or perhaps tomorrow?" "Please remember Colonel that our Cathy just became a girl." "Although she moves and reacts normally as a human being, she does not move or react normally as a girl." "In order for her to look normal, she must be trained." "She will receive lessons on cock sucking, and learn other feminine acts." "But with so much to learn, she needs time." Susan pushed the keys on her remote and I, once again, lost control over my body. My emotional feelings of dread and shame slowly faded. As before, I felt numb. "Six months," the Colonel stated, "that's too long." "If you want further financial backing, we need to see field proven results quickly. "Yes sir," the Major stated, "the good Doctor is being overly cautions." "We will have the subject ready in two months." Susan's facial expression indicated that she was angry. "That's impossible," stated Susan. "Nothing is impossible, Doctor," said the Colonel. "But, you don't understand the difficulty of programming..." Susan said. "But, nothing Doctor," the Colonel said, "you will get her ready in two months." "That's an order." "If I am going to get her ready by such a short time then I will need assistance," said Susan. "You have your staff," the Colonel said, "and Major Dash will also help you." "Won't you major?" "Yes sir," stated the Major. "I need someone else," Susan said. "Someone who can help me train her." "I need someone who has special knowledge." "If that someone does not pose a security risk," the Colonel said, "I authorize you to add one more person to your research team." "Then that's that, I expect field proven results in exactly two months." "Is that understood?" "Yes sir," both Susan and the Major responded in unison. As the men walked out of the room, I could hear them commenting on what a good lay, I would be. But instead of feeling mortified by these comments, I just felt numb. "Sleep, Cathy," Susan said as she changed the settings on her remote. I walked over to the bed and laid down. As soon as my head came into contact with the bed, I lost consciousness. "Cathy, wake up," I heard Susan's voice. I woke up and opened my eyes. Unlike the previous time, I had full control over my body. One quick look and it was obvious that I was still a girl. This was the first time I saw my body, as I was too preoccupied to see it before. My eyes confirmed that I looked perfect for a girl. Looking at my large tits and ass and the pussy between my legs, I could not deny the fact that my body was perfect for a girl. The problem was that I wasn't a girl. Memories of me sucking cocks returned. I was so ashamed, I began to cry. "That's enough of that," Susan said startlingly me. I was so busy looking at my new body that I did not notice her in the room. She punched the keys in her remote. All of a sudden I stopped crying. I wanted to cry and definitely felt horrible enough to cry, but no tears came out of my eyes. A quick look around the room, confirmed that Susan and I were alone. This was a perfect opportunity to take the remote from her and try to escape. "Today, you start your lessons in femininity," Susan said. "Come with me." She was going to take me out of this room and by doing so she would show me some of the layout of the rest of the facility. This could be very valuable to my escape. So, I decided to bid my time. Meekly, I followed Susan out of the room and down a hallway. Once I was in the hallway, I saw that my chances of escape were none existent. Armed guards stood in attention in every corner. As the guards stared at me, I became all too aware of my naked condition. I tried to cover myself with my small hands but the bulges in the soldiers' pants made it clear that I was still providing a show for the men. Finally she led me into a room. The room was actually a small efficiency. On the right side of the main room was a restroom with a bathtub and a toilet. On the left side, was a small kitchen. Right next to the kitchen, there was a small table and two chairs. The room it self was decorated in a feminine fashion. The wall paper was made out of a flower pattern. The queen size bed, in the room, was draped in silk covers. There was a large dresser with a mirror and a closet full of women's clothing. "Where the hell is she?" asked Susan. The question was not directed at me. And since I did not know what Susan was talking about, I decided to remain quiet. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. "Cathy, open the door," said Susan into the remote. Not wanting to lose control over my body, I decided to follow her instruction. I walked to the door and opened it. When I saw the person standing on the other side of the door, I almost had a heart attack. Sarah, my second oldest sister stood staring at my naked form. "This can't be him," Sarah asked Susan. You can imagine how terrible the situation was. One of my own sister was looking at my transformed body. "Sarah, you know who I am?" I asked meekly, hoping against hope that she did not know who I was. Standing in front of my sister, I learned how much I changed. Except when I was very young, I was always taller than Sarah. But now, I was actually looking up at my sister. I felt so tiny. But it wasn't just the physical change. I used to intimidate my sisters. After all, I was a man and they were nothing but girls. But now, she intimidated me. "I guess she really is Carl," Sarah said, "She looks so different." "Her name is now Cathy," Susan said, "Don't ever use the other name to refer to her again." While Sarah carefully examined my body, Susan changed the setting on the remote. All of a sudden, I could cry, and cry is what I did. I cried my heart out. In the past, I never would have shown my sisters any vulnerabilities. Now, I was actually crying in front one of my sisters. "Sarah, you must help me," I said. "I will help you, little sis," Sarah replied. I could not bare the fact that my sister referred to me as a "sis". "I will help you to become a little girl," Sarah said. My own sister was going to help Susan. I could not bare standing in front of her while her eyes examined every curve of my body. I felt so ashamed. I turned around and quickly ran into the bathroom and locked the door. From the bathroom I heard Susan and Sarah's conversation. "You will find everything you need in this room," Susan said "Remember, I will be monitoring her from the control room so you should not be in any danger." "I am not worried about that," Sarah said, "she is so small that I don't think she could hurt a fly." "It's amazing what you have done to her." "She used to be such a macho guy." "Yes, I know," Susan said, "But don't let appearances fool you." "My guess is that she still retains some of her old masculine characteristics." "Your job is to change that by reprogramming her." I still could not believe that my own sister was going to betray me. She was going to try to reprogram me. At that time, I wasn't sure what that was, but it sounded terrible. The fact that my own sister was going to do it to me, made it even worse. It's true, I never got along with my sisters, but at the same time, never expected that one of them would play a hand in such an evil scheme against me. "Good luck," Susan said. A few minutes later, I heard Susan's voice in my ear. "Unlock the door and get out of the restroom now." I couldn't. I just couldn't bare seeing myself in my sister's eye. Despite not wanting to get out of the restroom, that's exactly what I did. More precisely, that's what Susan made me do. Without any control over my action, Susan made me try out every clothing in the closet. Sarah instructed me in women's fashion, while Susan made sure that my behavior and actions were feminine. Susan would let me know how I was supposed to behave. She let me know by words and demonstrations, how I was supposed to move. "Always move in small mincing steps." "Remember to gyrate your behind." "You should gesture elegantly with your hands." "Don't forget to cross your legs." After telling me what to do, Susan moved me that way in order to demonstrate what she wanted. Sarah, on the other hand, commented on different panties, lingerie, tights, leotards, bikinis, skirts, dresses, and other feminine garments. Sarah told me what matched with what and demonstrated it by making me wear the matching clothing. Once in while she made me wear something that did not match to demonstrate the problem. By the time I was finished trying out all the women's clothing, I also made to talk about women's fashion. All this activity exhausted me. If I had control over my body, I probably would have just collapsed. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to take control over my actions. I was made to wear a simple dress and an apron. Once appropriately dressed, Sarah began instructing me on how to cook while at the same time talking about our old family life. But instead of talking about what really happened, Sarah would talk about the past as if I was always a girl. She would talk about how we, "the five sisters" used to play with dolls. She told me about playing different roles and that I always used to volunteer to be the baby girl. At first I just ignored her but soon, Susan made me join in talking about the fake past with seeming glee. As I was made to prepare the food, I realized how starved I was. The smell of the food was intoxicating. I was so hungry that I almost forgot my torment. I wanted desperately to eat something but I was not allowed to. It was sheer hell touching all that food without being allowed to eat. When the food preparation was completed, I hoped that I would be allowed to eat at least the salad. No such luck. Susan gave me back control over my body but warned me against doing anything that I was not told to do. Despite being able to control my body, I was still not free. Once I nodded my understanding of Susan's instructions, Sarah told me to keep the main dishes on the warm setting. She also told me to put the desert in the oven. Then she told to put the salad in the refrigerator. I did everything Sarah told me to do, while trying my best to move as Susan instructed. When my focus was in Sarah's instruction on what goes where, I would forget how I should move my body. When I tried to move as Susan instructed, I mistakenly placed the salad fork on the wrong side. Getting instructions from two people at once was hard enough, but at the same time I had to carry on a conversation about my past as a girl. Susan and Sarah lead the conversation to how I was daddy's favorite little girl. It was difficult and I had to concentrate very hard. In fact my deep concentration of what I was doing, left me little to think and therefore I was only reacting. Sarah would lecture me and Susan would threaten me if I made any mistakes. I was afraid that my mistakes would give Susan an excuse to take control over my body. My fear was that she would make me do horrible things. Because I tried my best to learn everything Sarah and Susan told me, I was able to maintain control over my body. I guessed that as long as I tried, they were willing to let me make mistakes. After the table was set. Sarah told me to take a bath. I was disappointed that I was not allowed to eat, but taking a bath didn't seem that bad. After all I wasn't sure when I showered last and guessed that I didn't smell too good. Pursuant to Sarah's instructions, I went into the bathroom and took a bath. Unfortunately, I was not even allowed privacy while taking a bath. Susan's voice spoke in my ear telling me how I should move even in the bathtub. At the same time, Sarah insisted in continuing our conversation of our days as little girls. While the bath itself was pleasing, I was annoyed by the fact that I could not escape Susan or Sarah. When Sarah informed me that I was taking to long, I got out of the tub and dried myself with a towel. Once dry, I wrapped myself with a towel and stepped out. "Good, you look feminine with a towel wrapped around your body like that," Sarah said. "But you also need one for your hair." Sarah and I went back into the bathroom. In there, she showed me how to wrap the towel so that my hair would dry. After checking the food, I was told to sit in front of the dresser mirror. For the first time since my transformation, I was able to see my face. Staring me from the mirror was a beautiful blond. Despite looking sad, the girl's eyes sparkled. Her lips were lovely and her nose was tiny. She was so sensual yet had an innocent look about her. Carl, I mean I would have gone for her in a minute. Unfortunately that beautiful girl was me. As I sat staring at myself, Sarah applied make up on me. With each makeup application, Sarah instructed me on the makeup and what it was designed to do. She showed me how to apply it and warned me of common mistakes women make when applying makeup. I learned that there are many different shades of red. I also learned about skin care products and foundation. During this entire ordeal, Susan constantly reminded me on how I was supposed to move. When the makeup lesson was over, I saw an even more striking girl staring back from the mirror. I checked on the food once more, then sat in front of the mirror once again. Sarah removed the towel that wrapped my hair. She gave me a brush and told me to brush it. Like a girl, I sat painstakingly brushing my hair. In the mean time, Susan let me know how a girl moves her hands. After several minutes of brushing my hair, Sarah showed me how to style my hair. Before my transformation, I didn't realize how hard it was for women to get ready. I was learning quickly. After taking the desert out of the oven, I placed it in the refrigerator. I was finally allowed to taste the main dishes. Only half a spoon full of each to check if they tasted alright. I was so hungry that I wanted to eat everything in sight, but knew that doing so may have disastrous consequences. Not wanting to risk it, I suppressed my hunger. Sarah also tasted the food and helped me to determine that one of the dishes needed more salt. Next, I was told to put on some clothing. Sarah told me to pick out a matching panty and bra set. I went into the closet and picked out the least sexy set. They were plain beige color. With Sarah's help I put them on. I felt shame at wearing the feminine garment. But before I could wallow in self pity, Sarah gave me further instructions. She told me to carefully put the towels back on the hanger in the restroom. I once again, meekly obeyed. After checking on the food one more time, I determined that they were ready. I hoped that I would finally be allowed to eat. In a sweet feminine voice I asked, "Sarah, can we eat now?" "No silly girl, you must get dressed first." In hopes of getting something to eat soon, I quickly picked out a shirt and tights combination. I didn't want to wear a dress or skirt but could not find any pants. Susan continued to talk to me, even when I began putting on the clothing that I picked out. She kept reminding me to move in feminine manner. As I was getting dressed, I heard a knock at the door. "Your date is finally here," said Sarah. "What," I asked. "I am going to let him in, so you better get dressed quickly," Sarah said as she walked towards the door. Not knowing what else was in store for me and not wanting to face it halve naked, I quickly got dressed. As soon as I saw the effect of the tights on my body, I knew that I made a mistake. Unfortunately it hugged my body so tightly that it left nothing to the imagination. The tiny shirt did nothing to hide my body either. Unfortunately, my tits were displayed by the tight shirt and my stomach was completely bare. My curves were accented. Worse yet, was the smooth crotch area that did nothing to hide the fact that I now had a pussy. A blouse and long skirt combination would have been better. My thoughts were interrupted by a male voice. "You look beautiful," said Major Dash. I blushed remembering that Sarah said that my date was here. "I better leave you two love birds alone," Sarah said and left the room. "You will be free as long as you act like a girl on a date," Susan said. There was silence.... I did not hear Susan's constant orders of how to move in feminine manners. For the first time, since coming to this room, I did not hear Susan's voice or Sarah's. It was strange. In a way, I got accustomed to hearing them constantly. But the quiet was good. It was definitely less exhaustive. "Smells good, what did you make?" asked the Major. For a brief second, I thought about telling him to fuck off. But I dismissed this thought quickly. Now that I got used to the quiet, I was enjoying it. Besides, I was hungry and a date would mean that I would get to eat. I decided, that for at least the time being, to play along with the charade. I smiled at the Major and said in my feminine voice, "Something special for you." "Please make yourself comfortable and I will bring in the food." Each time I went into kitchen to bring various dishes, I saw the major staring at my gyrating butt. I again cursed myself for choosing the tights. I wanted to stop moving my butt in a provocative manner, but was afraid of the consequence. Finally, I finished bringing all the dishes except for the desert. Knowing that I should still behave like a girl I took small bites of the food while the Major wolfed down the food. Before I was finished with my meal, the Major asked, "So what's for desert?" "I made cherry pie," I said. "I'd rather have your cherry from your sweet pie," the Major said as his hands reached for my pussy. The minute his hand touched my pussy, I slapped his hand away. It was an instinctional reaction, but I paid dearly for it. Immediately, Susan took control of my body. Without even a word, I walked out of the room into the hallway. As I walked down the hallway, Susan's voice came over the intercom. "Any soldier in sector C, building 12, that want's a blow job is authorized to get it from the blond walking in the hall." "If you want it, just unzip your pants and she will find you." To my dismay, I heard several zippers going down. Soon I found myself kneeling in front of a soldier sucking his cock. After I swallowed his semen, I crawled to the next soldier and sucked his cock. Each time a man came in my mouth, I also orgasmed. My panties were soaking wet in no time. I wanted to desperately stop what I was doing or at least let out my horrified emotions by crying. But Susan did not let me do either. If this was the consequence of disobeying Susan, then I vowed never to cross her again. After servicing ten men, I returned to the room. The Major was still seated where I left him. I sat next to him and placed the Major's hand gently on my pussy. As if nothing had happened, he rubbed my pussy through the tights. In moments, I regained control over my body. After playing with my pussy for a few minutes, the Major smiled and said, "Let's go to bed." I was afraid of the implications of the words muttered by the Major. But instead of saying no, I held the Major's hand and walked with him to my bed. My body shook with the fear of what was coming next. He held me in his arms and kissed me on my lips. I tried to pull away but he was too strong. He lifted me with ease and placed me on the bed. He then tore my shirt and removed my bra. Once my tits were freed, Major Dash, massaged my right tit with his left hand. His hand on my tit felt so good, that I did not notice his other hand taking off my tights and panties. I was completely naked, in the Major's presence again. He quickly undressed and laid down by my side. His right hand gently guided my hand to his enlarged dick. Not wanting to have to suck more soldiers off, I gave the Major a hand job. "Put my dick in your pussy," the Major said. I almost leaped out of bad, but was able to control myself before doing the punishable act. As a tear flowed down my face, I guided his dick into my pussy. When his dick touched my pussy, I gasped at the feeling. A man was about to enter me. I delayed as long as I could, but knew in the end that I would get fucked no matter what. My only choice was to have him fuck me voluntarily or involuntarily. If I chose not to cooperate, I knew that Susan would punish me. I was afraid that her punishment may involve me getting fucked by all the soldiers in the hall way. So, reluctantly, I pulled the dick into my pussy. At first, the Major allowed my hands to guide his dick in and out of my pussy. But soon, he was the one controlling the action. He got on top of me and started to fuck me in earnest. Despite the overwhelming shame, I felt great physical pleasure. I tried my best not to enjoy the humiliating act. But found my self moaning loudly. I was sure that the soldiers could hear our fucking. In the end, when the Major deposited his semen into my pussy, I came with him. The rest of my days at the military facility were similar. I would wake up each morning and do aerobic exercises with Sarah. After a light snack, I would get my lesson of the day from Sarah. She thought me all the traditionally feminine arts, including sowing, cleaning, skin care, child rearing, typing, fashion, cooking, walking in heels and makeup. After the lesson she allowed me to eat another light snack. The workout, lessons and the light meals, left me exhausted and hungry. During the evenings, I prepared dinner and got ready for my date with Major Dash. Through out the day, Susan constantly told me how to move and act and Sarah and I discussed our lives as little girls or my dates with Major Dash. I was not allowed any privacy even when I bathed or used the facilities. In fact, Susan took extra time commenting on how I should sit while peeing. If I showed any signs of rebellion or if I failed to improve, Susan took control of my body. If the offense was minor, she would show me the proper way of doing things by controlling my movements. If the offense was considered major, she would make me go out of the room and give a soldier or two, a blow job. I quickly learned to obey every command and to avoid doing anything that could be considered masculine. The only time that I had any resemblance to a normal existence, was during my dates with Major Dash. Both Susan and Sarah left me alone during my dates. That was the only time I got to relax. If I was nice, I would get to eat a nice meal. Sometimes, Major Dash would even bring a gift or a movie. He usually gave me flowers or stuffed bears, which I had to pretend to love. But once in while, he brought chocolates which I actually did like. During the movie nights, the Major would cart in a television and VCR. We mostly watched love movies. During kissing scenes he would kiss me. I even kissed back. During the night, he would fuck me. After fucking me, the Major held me in his arms as we slept. Soon, I started to enjoy his company and looked forward to seeing him. Don't get me wrong, I still hated having to do the sexual acts with him. The fact that I derived physical pleasure from the acts made it even worse. It was worse because it made me feel more guilty and dirty. But despite this shame and guilt, I started to enjoy his friendly personality. I think that under different circumstances we could have been friends. I guess that deep inside I knew that he was all part of the plan to program me. And therefore, at least deep inside, I hated him. However that fact did not change the way I acted with him. I still jumped up and down with glee every time I saw him. I sucked his cock and spread my legs for him. To any casual observer, I probably looked like a girl in love. Then it ended. One day, without any prior warnings, Susan came into my room. "Hello Cathy," she said, "Tonight is a special night." "You mean, I said, "I get to see Major Dash." I know what you are thinking. I am ashamed of myself for having said that. But I had to. I knew that it was expected of me. Please understand that I could not bare the idea of having to suck off more soldiers. I had to give her what ever she wanted. Besides, I kind of liked the Major. "No, you silly girl." Susan said, "In fact, you will probably never see him again." I am embarrassed to admitted it, but I was actually sad by the prospect of never seeing Major Dash again. "Tonight is special because it is the night of your debut as One Night Stand Cathy," Susan said. I looked at Susan with open mouth. She laughed, "Yes, I know about your nickname." "I understand that you were fond of it." "So I decided that you should keep it." I was frightened by the implication of such a nickname. "Why?" I asked. "Simple," Susan said, "the Colonel wants to test you out in the field." "What better way of testing whether we have full control over you than making you have sex with men." "Why me?" I asked. "You dare ask me that?" she said. I suddenly became afraid of her and quickly said, "no." "Then you know why I volunteered you," said Susan. I nodded yes. "Tell me," she said. Frightened into submission, I thought about what I had done to her that might have made her angry with me. In my mind what I did to her could never justify what she did to me. However, in order to keep her from making me do more nasty things, I had to give her an answer that she liked. "I never cared about you." "Go on," she said. "I pretended to love you when I really didn't," I said. "Yes, that's right." Susan said, "All you wanted was pussy." "Well, now you have one." I lowered my head. "I told you that you would regret telling me that's all you wanted."