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By Lana F.
"Drop your pants, man." The leader of Drua women
pronounced the last word as though it were an insult. The
women pointed their spears at me and Lieutenant Shevet.
The seven Drua women all wore trousers, and leather armor
over their woven shirts. Their hair was short, like men's.
The leader was taller than any of her companions by half a
head.
"I will not." I held my head up defiantly. "If you
want to take us prisoner, you don't have to humiliate us."
"Humiliate you? I thought you men were proud of those
things."
"There is no reason for us to drop our trousers." I
felt myself trembling.
"Very well, then, man. I'll spare you your dignity.
For now."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You were involved in an act of aggression against our
people," she said. "We are taking you prisoner."
"You have been harboring our women when they escape,"
I said. "It's a completely just conflict." My name was
Tanat, and Lieutenant Shevet and I were soldiers in General
Jendik's Army, serving the king.
"You buy and sell your women like goats or sheep. You
parade them naked and put them on the auction block." She
had large muscles for a woman.
"It's the natural order of things," I said. "The only
way a woman can be happy is if she is subservient to a
man."
She shook her head. "Do you think we are unhappy?"
"You may think you're happy, but I don't think you're
as happy as you think you are."
She snorted derisively and turned to Shevet, my
companion. "And what do you think? Do you think a woman
can be happy only if she is a slave?"
He shrugged. "I think that some women keep their
tongues inside their heads to avoid a beating."
She laughed. "You are not so stupid, for a man."
We walked for a very long time and at last in the
distance we saw a city with high walls. When we got there,
one of the warriors took Shevet aside and the other led me
into a hut. "Sit, man," she said. "You will stay here."
A little later a woman brought a dish of porridge.
"This is your food, man. Eat it."
I was hungry, so I ate every bite. It was bland but
to me it tasted like the food of the gods. I sat down on
the dirty floor, and put my hands on my knees.
After a while I felt a little nausea, which I
attributed to my eating on an empty stomach. Then it grew
worse. It was as if all my inner organs were rearranging
themselves. I contorted, flexing and stretching my arms
and legs and back.
As I stretched out my arm, I saw that the muscles I
had worked so hard to build were shrinking, the coarse dark
hair falling out. What foul magic had these women played?
I cried out. What was happening to my body? I peeked
inside my clothes. The hair on my body was thinning. All
the parts of my body arms, legs, hands, feet, head seemed
to be stretching, shrinking, smoothing themselves
out, becoming different. My chest grew larger. I felt a
sharp pain in the balls, and looked down and saw that my
cock and my balls were being slowly sucked into my body,
turning themselves inside out. They had taken on a
different form.
I was turning into a woman!
No, I told myself. Perhaps my body was forming itself
into the shape of a woman, but I could never be a woman. I
was still a man.
The door to the hut opened, letting in the daylight.
The woman who led the group that captured us appeared at
the door.
"My name is Lila," she said.
"What have you done to me?" I growled. "What has
happened to my body?"
"We put a magic potion in your food, prepared from the
venom of a snake sacrificed to the Great Mother. The magic
potion that turned you into a woman."
"I'm not a woman!" My voice came out different,
higher, softer, more feminine. "Your witchery might have
changed my body to the shape of one, but I'm really a man."
"A man? Does a man have tits like those?" She
reached into my shirt and grabbed one of the protrusions on
my chest and squeezed it so hard that it hurt. "Or a
pussy?" She licked her fingers, reached down and slipped
two fingers in there, wriggling them around. I felt myself
getting wet down there.
"I'm a man!" I shouted.
"You're not a man. You're just a silly girl. Maybe
one day you'll make a good wife for one of our warriors."
"That is sick. A woman having a wife."
"That is the way our society works. Women are either
warriors or wives."
"Then why wouldn't I be warrior? I served in the
infantry under General Jendik. I've taken part in eleven
campaigns."
She patted me on the head. "Oh, you silly girl.
You're not the warrior type. You can be a serving wench
until some warrior asks you to marry her."
"I am not some serving wench! I'm a man and my father
sits on the Council of Lords."
"You would make things a lot easier if you just
admitted that you are a woman. I'll give you one more
chance. Are you a man or a woman?"
I stood up, almost toppling over, disoriented by my
body's new dimensions. I said in a calm voice, "I'm a
man."
She barked out a command and her underlings, two
heavily muscled women, rushed in. They took me, one on
each arm, and though I struggled, they wrestled me to the
floor. They stripped me naked, tied my ankles together and
bound my hands behind my back. They stuffed a rag in my
mouth and, spreading my legs wide, inserted a long hard
object into what I could only call my vagina. I lay on the
dirty floor of the hut, bound, naked, and in a body that
was strange to me. "We'll be back later to find out if you
change your mind."
I drifted in and out of sleep many times, having
turbulent dreams. After a length of time I could not
estimate, I heard footsteps on the floor. The footsteps
stopped, and I listened. I felt big hands grab me and
position me upright. The blindfold came off, and I had to
blink as my eyes adjusted to the light. My joints, my
shoulders and hips and buttocks, all ached. I was hungry
and had soiled myself with the piss that ran from the hole
between my legs.
It was Lila, standing above me. "Do you want me to
take out the gag? Nod if you mean yes."
I nodded, my neck aching.
"I'll take the gag out of your mouth if you promise
not to cry out. Is that a promise?"
I nodded again.
She moved me into an upright position. "So tell me.
Are you a woman?"
The words did not come easy to me. "Yes. I'm a
woman."
She cocked her head. "Don't mumble, dear."
"Yes. I'm a woman. I'm a woman. I'm a woman."
"You don't really believe it."
"Of course I believe it."
"How can I be sure you're a woman?"
"Look at my breasts." Straining against the bonds, I
arched my back to thrust my breasts to the front. I felt
so humiliated that I wanted to cry. I spread my legs as
far as I could with my ankles bound. "And my cunt."
"Are you a woman?"
"Yes, I am a woman."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. In time you will even
believe it."
I glared at her.
"I really want you to be happy in your new community.
Let's clean you up and put you in a pretty dress. Your
companion has been asking about you. Free this girl from
her bonds"
She signaled, and in walked a young girl wearing a
plain brown frock. Her hair was longer than that of the
warriors, more feminine. She took me by the hand and led
me, still naked, to the bathhouse. There was a big mirror
on one of the walls and a metal tub stood in the middle.
"Take a look at yourself." She guided me to the
mirror, and I looked on with horror and a strange thrill.
It would be hard for somebody who just met me to
believe that I had ever been a man. My body was that of a
muscular girl, with firm legs and arms, a flat belly, and
nice pear-shaped breasts. My face still looked a little
like me, or what my sister might have looked like if I ever
had one. The only sign of maleness was my short hair.
I was still a man, I told myself.
"You look filthy. Get into the tub."
I climbed into the tub, and the girl emptied buckets
of hot water into the tub as I relaxed and stretched out.
It was odd with the new shape of my body, but the hot water
felt good. With a rag, she gently scrubbed my back and
shoulders. Then she moved to my breasts.
"You like having your breasts rubbed, don't you?" She
rubbed the nipples with the tips of her fingers, and the
nipples stiffened.
"Yes," I admitted. "A little bit."
"Would you like me to climb into the tub with you?"
She smiled flirtatiously.
The idea excited and confused me. "No," I said
abruptly.
"You're going to like being a woman."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"The ones who taste of the snake venom always enjoy
being women, once they accept their fate. Bow your head so
I can scrub your neck."
"How would you know? Do you know what it's like to be
changed like that against your will?"
She looked me in the eyes and nodded. "Yes, I do.
Three years ago, I was a soldier in General Jendik's army.
Now look at me." She spread her arms out, turned around
once. It was hard to believe that she had once been a man.
"It was the best thing that could have happened to me."
When she was finished, I climbed out of the tub and
she rubbed down my naked female body with a soft towel.
"Let's select a dress for you," she said. She walked
over to the closet where many dresses were arranged on
hangers. She touched my cheek. "Your skin has a bluish
undertone, so I think you'd look better in a blue dress."
She held one up next to my skin. "Yes, I think that will
do it."
Grimacing, I put the dress on over my head, grateful
at last to be wearing anything at all. She gave me a pair
of sandals and I put them on.
"Your face needs a little paint. She sat me down on a
stool, and with a brush and some little jars of paint,
daubed some on my cheeks and lips. "Close your eyes as I
do your eyelids." I shut them and she made a few strokes
with a brush. "Now let's see how you look." She opened a
drawer and gave me a hand mirror.
I looked into it. I was pretty! The face was
recognizably my own, the blue eyes and the pointy chin and
the nose with a bump in it, but the features were more
delicate, more feminine. If I met up with a girl like that
in a raid, I would want to ravish her. "Your companion has
been waiting to see you."
###
Shevet, sitting across the table from me, had also
been transformed. The woman before me was very pretty,
blonde, and freckled. She wore a bright yellow dress
appliqued with a floral design.
"Don't call me Shevet," she said. "That's a man's
name. My name is now Shevia."
"Shevia, then. We've got to escape this place and get
back to the barracks."
"I kind of want to stay here."
"Are you crazy? The way they treated me?"
"You were just making trouble for them."
"It's our duty to escape. Our duty to the King."
She shook her head. "There's no place for unattached
women back there. If we took one step into the camp, they
would gang-rape us and then roll the dice to see who could
keep us as concubines."
"They wouldn't do that to us. They'll know we are
comrades in arms who had met up with a terrible misfortune.
Remember, the captain and I served in the infantry together
and my father has a seat on the Council of Lords."
"Lila, the leader of the party that captured us, has
asked me to be her wife. We're going to be married soon.
She's the cousin to the queen. The high priestess will
chant a spell, and I will be pregnant." Her eyes took on a
dreamy look as she gazed down at her belly. "My daughter
will be a chieftain of the tribe."
"You're going to be the WIFE of a woman? I can't
believe what I'm hearing."
She looked at me funny. "Why can't you believe it?"
"If you say you're a woman, how can you be with
another woman? Isn't that wrong?"
"If you thought you were a woman, would you like to be
with another woman?"
"IF I were a woman," I said, "I would want to be with
a man. But I'm not a woman."
"Like it or not, we're both women now. So we might as
well make the best of it."
"You sound like you like being a woman."
"You know, I think I do." She giggled. "I like
having everything between my legs tucked inside instead of
hanging out flopping around. I like that I have a body
that's soft and smooth and that jiggles about when I move."
She shook herself, and a watched her breasts bounce around
inside her dress. "I like it that I can wear pretty
dresses and perfume in my hair. I like having a big,
strong, soft warrior woman to hold me in her arms and make
love to me."
"You're crazy, you know that? I can't believe what
I'm hearing."
###
The next day Shevia came back to my hut and said,
"I've changed my mind."
"About what?" I asked.
"We need to escape. Get back to the camp."
I studied her delicate features. "Why the change of
heart?"
"We must do our duty to our King."
###
We stole a pair of horses and sneaked out in the
middle of the night, wearing the trousers and shirts that
the warrior women wore. It made me feel good for a change
to wear something not so feminine.
After a long ride, we showed up at the command center.
Captain Gann and several of his officers stood around.
"Two Drua women do us honor. Do you wish to give up
your evil ways and become our slaves?"
"Not at all," I said.
"I'll take the redhead." He pointed at me. "The rest
of you men can decide what to do with the blonde."
"Wait! I'm Lieutenant Tanat and this is Lieutenant
Shevet. Through some foul witchery the warrior women have
changed the shape of our bodies."
He laughed. "Why should I believe such a preposterous
story?"
"Look at us. Don't we look like Tanat and Shevet
would have looked like, had we been women?"
"So they've changed you into women, have they?"
"No, we're still men. Our bodies are just shaped like
women, that's all."
"If they could make you look like that, maybe you
weren't real men to begin with."
"I'm as much a man as you are. Sir."
Shevet -- no, Shevia -- spoke up. "Is there anything we
can do to convince you? Tell you things that only we would
know?"
He asked questions about where we were trained, what
campaigns we had fought, what the names of his horse was,
and so on. We told him what we knew, and he seemed
satisfied.
He shrugged. "Do you have anything to report?"
We discussed with him in great detail where their city
was located, what kind of armaments they had, how much food
they could take care of. He nodded and made lots of notes
with a brush and paper.
"You've been very helpful. Now, let's come up to my
quarters." He raised his voice. "Men, decide amongst
yourself what to do with the blonde one."
"I'm not going to your quarters. I am your
Lieutenant. We served together in the infantry."
"You're a woman, and the place for a woman is in the
bedchamber."
"My father sits on the Council of Lords. You'll be in
big trouble when he finds out."
He grabbed my arm and kissed me hard on the mouth. I
slapped his face.
"Do you want me to take you here, in front of the
men?"
"I'm not going to your bedroom."
He pushed me to the floor, climbed over me, forced my
arms up over my head, and pulled of my shirt. As I
squirmed, he grabbed one breast in each of his big hairy
hands, and squeezed them. "They sure feel like a woman's
breasts."
Still sitting on top of me, he unlaced my boots,
pulled one boot off, then the other. He took the trousers
by the waistband, tugged them off so I was lying on the
hard floor completely naked. "Let's see if you have
between your legs what a woman has."
I pressed my legs together, putting my hands over my
sex. He pried my hands away, and I felt a finger entering
me. Slowly, he moved it in and out and in and out.
It felt good.
He kept rubbing it, slowly, gently, softly. I stopped
struggling. Shivers went through my body. I moaned with
delight, my legs and arms writhing, my back arching against
the cold floor.
"My Lord Captain," I said in a whisper as I pushed his
hands away gently. I sat up, took him in my arms, my bare
nipples stiffening against his cloth shirt, and kissed him
hard on the mouth. "Let's go to your bedchamber."
###
In the silence of the night, I knew exactly what to
do. He sat on the bed and I sat next to him. I kissed
him again. I loosened his shirt and pulled it over his
head. I caressed his hairy chest with my hands, softly,
softly. I massaged his arms and shoulders and buried my
face into his chest.
"I am your woman," I whispered into his ear. It
thrilled me to think of myself that way.
I loosened his trousers, pulled them down and saw his
big cock, now standing proudly erect, as perfectly shaped
as an exquisite sculpture. He was now as naked as I was.
The Captain lay back on the bed and I kneeled over
him, rubbing my face over every part of his body, over his
chest, over his legs, over his belly. Then I licked him,
letting my tongue run over his back, his throat, his chest,
his nipples, intoxicated by the smell of manly sweat. I
rolled him onto his belly and I licked his back and the
cleft between the buttocks.
Of course I was a woman. It was so silly of me to
think otherwise.
I positioned him into a seated position and I took
his cock in my hand, rubbed it in my hands until it was
erect, then put it in my mouth and sucked it softly,
gently, lovingly, until I squeezed it at the base to keep
the seed from squirting.
Of course my place was in the bedchamber, serving as a
plaything for a man.
I lay down on my back, spread my legs wide and said,
"Please, My Lord Captain. Make me feel like a woman."
He climbed over me, entered me and I felt his hard
cock inside of me sliding in and out and in and out. The
whole world melted together in a great warm oneness. The
captain was finished and he rolled over. I held his big
warm male body close to me, and fell into a blissful sleep.
###
I woke up in bed next to the captain and watched as he
rose from the bed, admiring his muscular arms and legs, his
firm buttocks, his long penis. How strange, and how
delightful, to admire a man's body in such a way!
I yawned, stretched, and rose from the bed. "Thank
you, My Lord Captain." I said.
"For what?"
"For making love to me last night. Did you enjoy it?"
"Very much." His voice was soft.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm going to make you my concubine." He walked up to
me, took my hand. "You can join the others. Would you
like that?"
"Very much, My Lord Captain." I ran up to him and
kissed him hard on the mouth, slipping my tongue in to
touch his. I loved the feeling of his chest against my
breasts. I held him tightly for a long moment and then
stepped away. The life as a captain's concubine would be a
good one. I would have comfortable surroundings and
luxurious food. I would make love to the Captain, and when
he requested it, entertain the soldiers he wanted to
reward.
"What has happened to Shevia? You know, she used to
be Shevet."
"The men have taken care of her. You know no more
than I do."
"I'd like to talk to her," I said. "If it please My
Lord Captain."
"Then get dressed."
There wasn't any women's clothing for me so I wore one
of the captain's uniforms, which was too big for me. We
walked outside. Shevia was tied with her arms spread out
between two posts, her pale naked body twisting about as
the soldiers pawed her, poked her, and laughed.
I tugged on the captain's arm. "Tell them to stop.
That's no way to treat a former comrade."
The captain walked up to them. "What are you doing?"
he asked politely.
"She refused to be taken last night. She kept saying
that she was betrothed to a warrior woman. We gang-raped
her, of course. But we have to punish her."
I spoke up. "She used to be one of you. She hasn't
yet learned how to be a proper woman. She needs a period
to adjust."
The captain looked confused, not sure what to do.
Then he said, "Untie her. Do not humiliate her or force
yourselves on her. As a soldier who has befallen an
unfortunate fate she deserves special treatment. After
our next victory against the Drua camp, I will award her as
a trophy to the soldier who performs most valiantly in
battle."
They untied Shevia and she ran sobbing to me. I took
her in my arms and caressed her. "Don't blame them," I
whispered in her ear. "They're just doing what men do."
We spent the remainder of the day plotting the raid
against the Drua camp.
For evening mess, the cook prepared a special
delicious stew.
At night, the Captain and I made love, slowly,
tenderly, like lovers exploring each other with all the
time in the world.
###
I was startled from sleep by the sound of a female
voice. "Help! What in the name of all the gods is
happening?"
I looked up and saw a beautiful naked woman. She was
shorter than I, broader at the hips and shoulders, with big
melon-shaped breasts that swung from side to side as she
talked. Her black hair was short.
"You foul slut! What have you done to me?" I
realized that this was the captain, my captain who had been
transformed.
"I didn't do anything! I didn't want this! How could
I be your concubine if you're a woman?"
"It must have been Shevet, then. Or Shevia, or
whatever she calls herself now."
"There's nothing we can do now. You're going to have
to get used to it."
"How can I ever get used to being a woman?" I thought
she was going to spit.
"As beautiful as you look, you'll have no trouble
being attached to one of the good houses."
I touched her cheek. "With that beautiful face."
Very lightly, I touched one of her melon-shaped
breasts. She smiled a little. "With those magnificent
breasts."
She bowed her head. "I guess I don't have any
choice."
"Turn around so I can look at you from behind."
I inspected the clear skin of her back, the cute
dimples, the big firm globes of her buttocks. I took one
buttock in each hand and squeezed hard. "If I were still a
man, I'd want you." I then realized that even now I wanted
her, that I wanted her even more now than when she had been
a man. Maybe it wasn't wrong for two women to be together.
She turned around again to face me, and our eyes met
each other for a long, long, time. I wanted to kiss her.
The door opened. It was Shevia.
"What have you done to me?" The captain's breasts
bobbled as she spoke.
"I put a little bit of the snake venom preparation in
the stew we had last night. All the men in the company are
now women."
A look of horror crossed the captain's womanly
features. "You betray our king."
"Women have no king. Women only have their sisters,"
said Shevia.
"This is a wicked thing you have done," said the
captain.
"We had to do it to protect ourselves. You are much
less of a threat now, with a company of soldiers turned
into women." She turned toward me. "Are you coming back
with us?"
"I won't desert my country and king," I said.
"They will strip you naked and put you on the auction
block. Whoever has the most money will do with you what he
wants. Is that what you want?"
The thought of me out in the sun, my bare skin in the
open air, as a crowd of men called out their bids excited
me, but then I thought better of it. "It is better to be
free than to be a slave," I said. I looked into the
captain's eyes. "I think you will find happiness in the
community of women." I bent down over her and kissed her,
hard on the mouth, her soft bare breasts pressing against
mine. She took me in her arms and squeezed me hard. I
felt a warmth inside of me, which spread to my fingers and
toes.
Shevia spoke up. "Now get dressed, ladies, and let's
get on the road."
END
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