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I hate men. They are terrible. They have no respect for
your feelings, they don't *listen* when you talk, they
don't care about you, really. They want to get laid, then
run away. They care about the size of your boobs, not your
brain. They don't help raise the children; they want to run
off and play. Then after all that, they go off and have
affairs behind your back. I find pond scum to be a higher
form of life. Did I mention that I hate men?
My vision of an ideal world is one where women are the only
humans. Perhaps we keep a few men around as slaves and
sperm donors, but other than that, what use do they have?
When Gloria said, "A woman without a man is like a fish
without a bicycle." she wasn't joking.
Just like a bicycle is really useless for a fish to have,
so is a man to us. We think we need them because we've
never had a good alternative. That and the fact that
society is so afraid of women loving women. We get labeled
"dykes" or worse. But what is more natural than two women
together? Who knows a woman's wants, needs and feelings
better than another women? Who makes a more ideal partner
than another women? Women who are against lesbianism are
just ones who have never tried it, or have been brainwashed
by men.
Yes, there are some weak women, and they need to be rooted
out too. But once we are in charge, they will fall in line
without too much struggle. They naturally tend to follow
the strength in society. And once we women are in charge,
they will see the light.
***
Every two weeks, I attend a meeting with other like-minded
women. We go over different options, try to raise
awareness, and try to forward our cause. But we didn't make
any major leaps until a year ago.
"The problem with men..." I said, "Is that there are too
many of them!"
After a round of applause, Susan spoke.
"But how can we do anything about that? We're women. We
can't just round them up and kill them, even if they are no
better than cattle."
"At least cattle have feelings!" said Laura, getting a
laugh out of everyone.
"What if we didn't have to resort to violence? That is what
a man would do. What if we could have a better, more
feminine approach?"
"Like what?"
"We females are caring and nurturing. We give birth, and
raise the young. What if we could re-birth the men?"
"To raise them to be gentle and docile?" asked Kimmy.
"No, to raise them to be women."
***
Since that conversation, we put our resources to work,
attempting to conceive a method to do this. If we were to
be successful, we needed something, which would be
relatively quick; we couldn't take years for each man and
millions of dollars, because that would be too slow and too
expensive. They would be born faster than we could convert
them.
So we put to work our sisters in the medical fields, who
did research. Our sisters in psychological fields were
consulted as well. We looked at all aspects of the
alteration from male to female. And in time, we found a
solution.
Now was the time to put our plan into place. Many of our
group were married to men, or some of us had male friends.
I had a girlfriend, but we hadn't tied the knot yet. She
attended the meetings with me, and was as fervent a
believer as I was. We would work together on this.
As a limited test case, we decided that the married women
would do their men, and the rest of us were to seduce a
man, and convert him. After the men were altered into
women, we'd get together, measure the results, and figure
out how to do it on a larger scale.
Now all that Kelli and I had to was to find a man.
***
Men are easy to manipulate. We decided to pick up a man at
a bar. We went to the local dance bar, got a table, ordered
drinks, and had a seat. We went out and danced to a few
tunes. Within an hour, we had a dozen offers to dance or
worse.
We laughed off some of the dumb looking guys, and waited
until we at least found someone who was a little more
intelligent, and more deserving of his impending
femininity. At last, we found just the right guy.
As I said, men were so easy to manipulate, because they all
want the same thing. We danced with the guy, had him buy us
some drinks, talked with him for ten minutes, then
mentioned we were roommates. Kelli hinted that we would be
up for a two-on-one, and you could see him squirm as his
pants got tight.
Five minutes later, he was paying our bill, and we walked
out the door with him, heading to our apartment.
***
Once we arrived, we pulled out a bottle of wine. Once he
was a little more drunk, he would be easier to handle. We
drank, and chatted with him, keeping him aroused by taking
off some of our clothes, touching each other, and even
kissing once. His eyes were popping out, and you could tell
he really wanted to get into the bedroom.
Once we went in there, we convinced him to let us tie him
up, spread eagle to the bed. We first took off all his
clothes, other than his boxers. We both rubbed his chest,
and cooed, then told him that we wanted him to see us
pleasure each other.
Kelli and I made love, as we often did, and it was hot. He
was so ready that all it took was one light touch to make
him come in his pants. I got out a knife, cut a slit down
the side, and Kelli pulled off his boxers. She used the
rags to clean him up, so his ejaculate wouldn't mess up our
bed.
I got out shot glasses and a bottle of premixed liquor. I
poured us all shots, but made sure that he had a 'special'
glass, which was filled with a white powder, which would
dissolve instantly in the liquid. I brought the cup over to
him, and held it up to his lips. We all said cheers, and
drank up.
"Wooo! I love shots!" said Kelli.
"How about another round?" I said.
"Sure thing!" said David, who didn't want to sound like a
wimp around two hot chicks like us.
So he drank up, getting a second dose of alcohol, and a
second dose of the powder. It wouldn't be long until it
started to work on his system.
***
Fifteen minutes later, Kelli and I walked back into the
room. David was still tied up to the bed, but was now very
groggy, and a bit out of it. Now was the time to make our
move.
I pulled out a black medical kit from under the bed. I
filled a syringe full of a clear fluid, the results of all
the medical research. Kelli prepared a spot in his groin,
using isopropyl alcohol. I injected the syringe, then
loaded the second one with the catalyst. Kelli put a
bandage on the spot, while I properly disposed of the
medical waste. Now all we needed was time.
***
In the morning, David was wide awake.
"Good morning ladies." he said, which made us giggle. Soon,
he would be a lady too.
"Hi there yourself babe." I said.
"Boy, do I have a hangover." he moaned.
"After all those shots you drank, it's no wonder!" said
Kelli.
It seems that after we made him come, he couldn't remember
very much. We told him that we had hot sex all night, but
he had no memory of it.
"So you don't remember what you asked us to do?" I said.
"No..." he replied, doubtfully.
"You said that it was so hot in the bed with two chicks,
that you wished that you were a chick yourself."
"I would never do that!" he said.
"Then why did you shave your legs in the shower?" I asked.
He looked down, and felt his legs, which were silky smooth.
We had actually used Nair on him, but we told him that he
did it himself.
"And why did you insist on going to bed wearing panties?"
asked Kelli, in a naughty tone of voice.
He was wearing a pair of my red ones, which looked really
silly on him. He had a look of horror on his face,
wondering what else had been done to him. He touched
himself, feeling his smooth hairless chest. That's when he
noticed his nicely painted fingernails. They were a hot red
color, with a topcoat to give them a good shine, and a long
lasting finish.
"I... I don't remember this!" he blurted out, in a panic.
"But you insisted we do that. Come one, put your dress on
so we can go out shopping for you." I said.
"I'm not wearing a dress!" he insisted.
"But you did last night. And you loved it. You insisted
that we treat you like a girl today, so we are. Come on now
babe, get your pretty little butt in gear. We're going
shopping for a new bra for you, and you've got to be there
to get fitted!"
He whined and moaned, but we were able to get him to put on
his pantyhose and the A-line dress we had picked out for
him. We had to 'remind' him that if he went through a day
as a girl, we'd shack up with him again in bed with him.
That did the trick. You could make a man do whatever you
wanted him to, if you promised him sex. Just like cattle,
only dumber.
Kelli worked on his makeup, while I tried to do something
to his hair. It took an hour before he was presentable to
go out in public. He wouldn't pass for a real woman, but
nobody would recognize him the way he looked.
"Okay now Debbie," I said, "don't forget that you're a girl
today."
"I'm not a girl," he said. "You tricked me into this."
We giggled, and headed to the car, with him reluctantly in
tow.
***
The mall was quite an ordeal for 'Debbie'. She was so
embarrassed about something as simple as buying a bra. But
soon she would be a real woman, and she would need one. She
just had to get over it.
We made her buy a couple of accessories, but after an hour,
the thrill was wearing off for Kelli and I, so we relented,
and took her back home.
After a light lunch and a few margaritas (to help with her
still lingering hangover), we sat down to watch a movie. We
string her along, and told her that after dinner, we'd all
have hot sex again. She was willing to go through a day of
embarrassment just to get laid again. Men.
***
After a day together as 'one of the girls', it was time to
spring the surprise on Debbie. She wasn't just playing a
girl for the day, she was becoming one. One of us.
We all sat in the living room, sipping wine, and eating
fruit for dessert.
"So, how do you like being a woman?" I asked.
"I love it!" said Kelli.
"Not you! I mean Debbie!" I said, while we all laughed.
"Well, it's interesting, I'll tell you that," said Debbie.
"Would you say you like it better than being a man?" asked
Kel.
"I don't know."
"I hope you like it a lot." I said.
"Why?"
"Because its how you're going to spend the rest of your
life."
"What? This is too much. I'm leaving." she said.
"Go ahead. But keep your dress, you'll need it."
Debbie stormed out the door, calling us 'bitches', and
started to walk the half mile back to the bar where she had
left her car. She didn't even seem to care that she was
still in a dress with heals. She just left. Kelli and I
looked at each other and laughed. She'd be back in a few
days.
We moved next to each other on the couch, snuggled up
close, and kissed.
***
Debbie surprised us. It only took two days before she was
back. By our calculations, and the early lab results, we
thought it would take a week. But she was back in just two
days.
She knocked on the door, and rushed in when I opened it.
She was in tears.
"You bitch! What did you do to me!" she shrieked in her
shrill, high-pitched voice.
She was wearing men's clothes, but you could clearly see
that her shirt was bulging at the chest, and her hips now
had curves, which made it hard to keep her pants up. Her
skin seemed softer, and smoother. And even without makeup,
her face looked prettier.
The color was gone from her nails, but her hands looked
smaller to me than they had been before. She did seem a bit
shorter overall. She had a distinct feminine look now, even
in men's clothes.
"Debbie, how nice to see you again. Won't you have a seat?"
I said nicely.
"(*$% YOU!" she said, and burst into tears again.
Kelli helped her off her feet, onto the sofa. She offered
her tea, but she refused. I handed her a tissue to wipe her
eyes and blow her nose with.
"Now slow down, what's the matter?" said Kelli, as if she
had no idea what we had done.
"You made me dress up as a girl."
"Yes, that was fun, wasn't it?" I said.
"But now I'm turning into one! What did you do to me?"
"Nothing." I said. "You did it to yourself, really."
She gave me an angry glare.
"You see," I said, "every day there are people who turn
into women, naturally: little girls. Inside the body are
the genetic instructions for little girls to become women.
It's all right there in your own chromosomes. All you have
to do is to convince the body that it is that of a little
girl, of a certain age. It will turn into a woman's body,
all by itself."
"But I'm not a little girl." she cried.
"Your body thought it was. We just created the right
environment. And we gave you some hormonal signals. And
some feminine experiences. We just nudged you. Your body
did all the work. It seems to be coming along nicely. I see
you have boobs now. Are you wearing your bra?" I said.
"Have you had your period yet?" asked Kel, the way one
teenage girl would excitedly ask another.
"No!" said Debbie. "Stop treating me like I'm a girl!"
"Oh Debbie, you're so funny. Here, take that shirt off."
Kelli started to pull up her gray T-shirt. You could
clearly see that she was now at least a B cup. And I knew
she would fill out more before she was done. But she
grabbed her shirt, and pulled it back down.
"Those aren't mine," she said, which made us crack up with
laughter. She was in total denial!
"And I suppose the ovaries aren't yours either. Or your
uterus."
"I don't have ovaries," she said defiantly.
"Really? Have you been to your GYN lately? You have a full
set of female sexual organs. And a full reproductive
system. Now that you're having your period, soon you'll be
fertile, and you can give birth. Isn't that exciting?" I
said.
"For your information, I have a dick." she said.
"Not for long." I replied. "Have you noticed any tingling
there lately? Has it fallen off yet?"
"No!"
"Lets check. Drop your drawers babe."
"No!"
"Then why are you here? You look like a chick. You're
acting all emotional like one. But you are in denial.
What's your problem?"
"My problem is that you did this to me!"
"Ugh. We just went over this. You did it to yourself. Now
you have to accept the facts Debbie. Just go with it! Let
yourself be a woman!"
There was rage in her eyes, but she didn't say anything.
"I have to go to the bathroom." she said, and walked across
the hall to the powder room, as Kelli and I smiled at each
other.
This was going faster and better than we had hoped for. And
it was fun to see the horror she was experiencing, now that
she was becoming a girl.
There was a blood curdling shriek from the power room. We
both ran over to see. Debbie was standing by the toilet, in
tears. In the bowl was a mess of blood and strange things
floating.
"Ah, it came off." I said. "I told you it would."
"My penis! It's gone!" she whined softly.
"No it's not. It's right there, floating in the bowl. Sure
looks small, doesn't it?"
"And my balls!"
"Why don't you just flush? Send them away with the rest of
the excrement."
Kelli flushed, and Debbie looked like she was going to pass
out, watching her former male parts going down the drain.
"Deb, you're flowing a bit. Do you need a tampon?" asked
Kelli helpfully.
She was stunned, so we had to sit her down, clean her off,
and show her how to insert it. Duh. Any girl could do that!
But to a man, it was apparently a difficult task. Duh.
"I'm a girl now." she said weakly.
"That's what we've been telling you," said Kelli.
"I'm a girl," she said again.
***
We dressed Debbie up in pretty clothes. Now she had
something to hold up with her bra. She was going to be a
very pretty girl once the transformation was complete.
Psychologically, it must have been very hard for her to
accept the new reality. But as she slowly did, she became
more and more feminine. It took three days for her period
to end, and of course, as with all women, during this time,
she was cranky and emotional. It didn't help that it was
her first one, and she was being bombarded with hormones,
which her system had never known before.
After she stopped, and she was a little more reasonable, we
approached her about going to bed with us. We wanted her to
feel what a *female* orgasm was like. I knew that once she
felt it, she would be a lot more willing to accept her new
reality. I just hoped that she would end up being
multiorgasmic, like me.
Kelli and I talked her into going to the bedroom with us.
We started to take off our clothes, caress and kiss each
other. Debbie didn't seem to react to us, as she did when
she was a man. She had a look of shock or something on her
face.
"Come on in, the water's fine!" said Kelli.
"Yeah babe, drop your drawers and join us," I added.
We walked over to her, and started to undress her. Since we
were women, we know where a woman likes to be touched, and
how to stimulate her body to react. So almost against her
will, she started to warm up, and breath harder. As Kelli
kissed her neck, and I flicked her nipples with my tongue,
I could feel between her legs that she was getting wet.
Perfect.
We led her into the bed, and I went down on her as Kelli
kissed her. With both of us going at her, she soon had her
first orgasm. It wouldn't be her last one either. We kept
at it until she was so tender that she had to push my head
away with her hands. We all laughed, then rotated so that
Kelli got all the attention, then finally me. Knowing that
we had just turned her into a woman, and now we were going
to make her a lesbian, I just came so hard! And so many
times!
***
Over the next few days, we had many intense sessions with
Debbie. Not only in bed, but also going over how to carry
herself, how to dress, how to do her own makeup...there was
so much for her to learn!
After her first female orgasm, she became a lot more
receptive to learning female ways. By the end of the week,
she was far enough immersed that I don't think she would
have gone back if she had a choice.
"Why did you do this to me?" she asked one day.
"Because, we have this new technology, and we need to
perfect it. We are going to soon roll out into mass
production, and start feminizing men all over the world!"
"How are you going to do that?"
"Once women in the world see what we can do, they will all
help us. Imagine in some poor, war-torn country. The women
would gladly feminize all the men, so that the war would
stop, and their children would stop dying. Or imagine in
places where women have few rights. Once the men are turned
into women, they would no longer be repressed. One at a
time, we will take over the world."
"And how did you make this all work? I'm a real woman now
(and I'd never go back!), but I don't understand how you
did it."
"It's in your genes. We just set the environment for you to
change."
"But how? I didn't have ovaries before. I didn't have a
vagina. How is all this possible?"
"We just convinced your body that it was the body of a
young girl. First, we loaded you up with the right
hormones. Then we added a trigger, which would turn on your
body's genes for growing the female reproductive system.
Lastly, we added a catalyst, which speeds up the process.
In the lab, it was taking weeks to complete, but with this
latest formula, it looks like we're down to days."
"So my female organs were already starting to grow that
first morning, when you made me wear a dress?"
"Yes. And after you left, they accelerated. So when you
came back to us, your secondary sex characteristics were
kicking in, like your breasts. Isn't it exciting?"
"Yes it is. I love this! I can't put it into words, but I
feel... free! I feel like for the first time in my life, I
am who I am supposed to be. Does that make sense?"
"It sure does babe," said Kelli, who came over and gave her
a hug.
We all did a group hug, then headed back to the bedroom, so
we could all have another round of orgasms.
***
After two weeks, we were ready to unleash Debbie on the
world. We told her that it was her job to bring back a man,
and help us turn him too. We even told her that she could
have sex with him, if she wanted to feel how it was with a
man. She was revolted by the idea. I wasn't sure if it was
because she had some latent maleness within her, which kept
her from wanting to be with a man, or if it was because we
had made her into a full lesbian, with no desire for a man.
But in either case, it was a good thing. One less woman
with any desire for a man.
After we turned this next man, she could set up house with
Debbie, and we'd have two groups going in our town. Then
we'd be going at twice the pace. In one month, we'd have
four groups. Then eight. Then sixteen. By the end of the
year, we'd have over four thousand groups of two women. And
that's not counting any natural born women we recruited. I
calculated that by the end of a year, we will be down to
less than one hundred men in the entire town! And we had
groups across the country doing the same thing.
Our time was at hand.
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