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Technocratic: Episode 2 - Diving into Madness By Robyn You don't know how great being normal is until you're not. Oh you strive for individuality, to set yourself apart from the crowd, but deep down there is always a need, a desire, to be normal. To be differentiated, but not different. It was a pleasant May day when Tom's normal life shattered into abnormality. Before he had held no secrets, now he had one big secret. It had all happened so fast too. One moment he was staging a stakeout, the next he was standing at the urinal searching for what was no longer there. He had lied to his colleagues. After most of the team had been completely feminized, his superiors had asked him if anything had happened to him. "I'm fine..." he replied, even after his discovery. Shame followed him wherever he went. Before the accident he was just like any other guy. Now, no other guy was like him. Tom had a secret, one that set him apart from everyone else. At first Tom's secret was fascinating. Each night after work, Tom would sit naked on his bed and watch the changes taking place. In the matter of a few days, Tom went from being essentially asexual, to being the proud owner of a mature, and fully functional, vagina. At first the prospect of having a vagina was eerily exciting. To experience sex from the opposite end. Not that Tom was all too familiar with sex from his own gender, but to experience penetration. That was something he was curious about. For this he turned to his neighbor and long-time friend, Tim, in apartment 1B. Tim had recently purchased a Virtual Mate 3000, a high-tech, fully functional erotic system able to perfectly simulate any kind of sex. Tim had grinned when Tom asked if he could tried it, but agreed nevertheless. Tom waited until the Tim was gone and then stripped his clothes. The virtual scanner ran over his body once...and then twice...and then... An error message appeared before him. Warning: Subject's physical body does not agree with Subject's mental body. System will shut down. Tom thought he knew what that meant. He had no desire for a man. No desire for a penis. He had only wanted to experience the sensations, not engage in intercourse. He was not gay. So, Tom maintained the illusion of his normalcy. It wasn't hard either. Realizing he had no desire one way or another about his vagina, he found himself pleasantly asexual. Still attracted to women, but, as always, too shy to approach them. Only once a month did Tom think more about his burden. That week, as red slime dripped out of him, Tom hoped that no one smelled anything. No one did, of course, and Tom kept his secret safe. Tom's life continued as usual, for the most part. His superiors took the Technocrat case from him, leaving him once again with a desk job. Oh well, he thought. The life of excitement was not to be his. Such a life always came with a price, a price Tom encountered every day. It was a typical day that August day when what was left of Tom's normality shattered forever. Tom had just finished filing away reports from some years back when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Tom? Tom Turner?" The lack of a vidphone always made identifying the person extremely difficult. "Yes?" "This is Detective Torin. Might I see you for a bit?" "Would you care to talk to my superiors? I have been taken off that assignment." Torin was the detective on the last case he had been on. The detective had said nothing when the Techno Center had sent Tom back to his desk. "This is a different assignment, Mr. Turner, one requiring your expertise. Now, would you kindly come to the station, or must I send someone to fetch you?" "I'm on my way," Tom spat, slamming the phone down. Detective Torin had been a pain to him every since his last assignment, but what could he want now. His previous reluctance to comply to the investigation made Tom extremely wary of him. Could he be the one he sought? Lost in thought, Tom arrived at the station in no time. Detective Torin left word to escort him back and escort him they did, back into the corner that was the detective's den. "Sit down," Torin replied as Tom walked in. The room was poorly lit with books on all the walls. Tom was at once reminded of Sherlock Holmes, that old detective hundreds of years ago. He wondered if Torin was a fan of the man. "What do you make of this?" Torin said, handing him an energy report. Tom looked it over quickly. "Looks normal to me." "What if I told you that this report came from a technocrat's attack?" "I'd tell you you're nuts! All technocrats leave an energy signature. That's how they can be tracked!" "This one didn't." Torin said, pulling his feet up on his desk. "So, tell me, how did it happen?" "Are you sure this was a technocrat," Tom said, looking over the report one more time. "I thought you didn't believe in them." "Had he not been a good friend of mine I would not believe it. As it was, I knew him quite well." Tom puzzled. "What happened to him?" He put the report down and looked straight at the Detective. "Let's just say the poor man's orientation was changed, if you catch my drift." Tom nodded. He hadn't thought of Detective Torin that was, but now that he thought about it... "I was going to talk to your superiors," the detective continued. "I believe we may have a job for you. I will check back with you in a few days." Tom got up and looked straight at Detective Torin. "My sympathies..." "Thanks..." he said, showing a bit of emotion for the first time since Tom knew him. Turning back, Tom left the room and headed back home. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the stubborn detective. * * * * * * * * * * * * That night, Tom woke with a start. Black figures surrounded him around his bed. He tried to move, but discovered his legs and arms were both tied. What was happening? What were they doing to him? Cool air on his bare skin revealed that he was in a greater bind. He was naked too! The figures surrounded him close, but try as he might, Tom couldn't identify one of them. One figure placed a headband on his forehead while the other attached something to his torso. They each touched something on their instruments, bringing both instruments to life. A voice crackled out, "Set the sequence to repeat every three days. End the first...tomorrow..." There was the sound of beeping as the two figures touched panels and buttons on the instruments. "Begin the process..." the crackling voice came again. The panels lit up and began to vibrate. Tom felt a hard object begin to press into his groin, moving between his outer lips. He started to squirm, to move the rod away, but it kept coming. First the tip pressed in and through his outer lips followed by the rest of the rod. Deeper and deeper it went. Soon, the phallus filled his vagina completely, moving deeper until he was fully impaled on its hardness. Then the program began. The phallus began to move in and out of his body. Tom winced as pain mixed with pleasure at first, leaving only pleasure in the end. Tom gasped in realization. The rod was simulating a penis! And like it or not, Tom's body was responding. At first he instinctively moved away as the rod plunged in, such was the pain involved, but soon his body on its own began to cooperate with the rod, pushing it even deeper. At the same time, Tom's mind began to fill with visions. At first were of him making love to a beautiful woman, his hardness penetrating her softness. Tom felt his thighs moisten at these thoughts. But then the visions changed. Instead of him impaling her, he was now the one being impaled. He watched as the woman transformed into a man before his eyes. Her vagina morphed into a penis, the head emerging from her clit. At the same time his own genitals were mutating, transforming into the vagina he now carried. Now in his visions he watched as the penis began to slowly penetrate his softness. He wined and groaned, moving up and down on the rod, just as his own body in reality was moving with the artificial one. Tom opened his eyes in his vision and saw the woman below him. No longer was she soft and feminine. Now she was hard and masculine, with a hard chest. He looked down at himself and watched the penis moving in and out, in and out, of his wet vagina. And all at once, the vision became clouded and he knew what he wanted about everything else. Something that he had never desired before. All at once he wanted now a real hard, hot cock to impale him. Tom was horny, but horny for something he had never wanted before. He needed a man, now! Those thoughts spurned his orgasm, for as he built in intensity, Tom began to think of all the things he wanted this man to do. Higher... longer... deeper...the rod plunged into his body until at last. At last his vagina clamped down on the hard phallus, signaling the start of his first orgasm. Tom screamed, a male tenor scream that seemed out of place. His vagina continued to grip the rod, pulsing out raw pleasure even as it began to withdraw from his body. The withdrawal left Tom feeling empty somehow. There was something missing. Something he now needed more than anything else. Penetration. The thought frightened him even more than the hissing he heard around him. Suddenly darkness was all he knew. * * * * * * * * * * * Tom awoke feeling better than he had in years. A quick trip to the bathroom and a hearty meal later and Tom was set for work. As he got ready to leave, though, a strange hunger overtook him. He had just eaten, but he still felt hungry. Tom turned around, opened the fridge, and studied the food, but none of it looked appealing to him. Not in the slightest. Strange, he thought. Maybe this is an urge or a craving, like a pregnant woman gets sometimes. Maybe he will figure it out on the way... On the transport from home to work, the hunger hit him again. This time he was standing in front of two men, both construction workers. They both looked so appealing to him, so desirable. His eyes scanned down their bodies, arriving finally at their crotch. His thighs moistened as he drew out the size of their penis through the shadow in their pants. Tom licked his lips. He had to have him in him. Today...now! Tom began to move closer to them when something hit him. An ounce of rational thought broke through the lust filled mind. They would surely kill him if he at tempted anything looking like this. Even with a vagina, these men would see him as a man. He had to do something about that and fast. Skipping his exit, Tom let himself be carried away toward the one place that could help him. The one place he knew would make this man into a woman. The Glamorous Girl In high school, a friend of his had enjoyed dressing as a girl. He had told Tom of this store and had even taken him in it once when he was looking for a good bra. The Glamorous Girl, a shop devoted to crossdressers, was not the place Tom would have found himself before. But the hunger inside drew him here. And they had everything. From photorealistic breasts to fake vaginas. Everything was as real as they could make it, made from a patented substance that clung to the skin. If Tom was going to get laid, here was the perfect place to prepare. Tom went straight to the breast aisle and chose a healthy set of C breasts. Next came the bra followed by a spaghetti strap shirt. A good wig was next followed by a pair of panties. Tom had to laugh as he put these one. At least he had no need now for a fake vagina. That was real. He finalized the outfit with a tight leather skirt and a pair of pumps. That's it, he thought. Now onto the makeup booth. In the course of time, applying makeup had become an art done, not by human hands, but by mechanical ones. Through computer imagery, the makeup booth could make you look like anyone...anyone at all. Tom touched a few panels and waited as the makeup applied the necessary features to his face and scalp. When he emerged, he was shocked to see a blonde bombshell staring at him in the mirror. Everything about her screamed woman. Tom looked down his body and was amazed at what he saw. Here was a woman who could get any guy she wanted. Here was a woman who could finally fill his hunger. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom had never entered a room as a woman before and thus had no idea of the power that he embodied. Every head in the place turned toward him as he entered, a few with their mouths open. Tom strutted confidently up to the bar to order a drink. The hunger for cock seemed to make him walk a certain way, with his butt wagging and his hips swaying. He hadn't even practiced the instinctual female moves. "What can I get you to drink," the bartender asked. "She'll have a martini, on the rocks," the man beside Tom replied. Turning he saw a tall, dark haired business man. Probably an administrator or something. Tom's eyes fell down his body, arriving of course, at the large bulge in his pants. "Thank you," he whispered. "You look good tonight," he said, touching Tom's shoulder. Tom's vagina pulsed, a new batch of moisture came oozing from it. "So do you," he replied, in the same whispering, sultry voice. "Listen, wanna get outta here," the man asked. "I thought you'd never ask," Tom replied, trying to keep his eyes away from the stranger's crotch now. "Why don't we head to my place." "Sounds good," the man replied. Tom took his hand and led him away out the bar. The ride back proved to be torturous in every way. Every touch of the stranger brought Tom closer to orgasm. At last Tom had to stop him touching him, by touching him back. First he put a hand in the stranger's trousers, confirming his hardness. That almost drove Tom over the edge. Then he moved his hand out and stroked the man's neck. He repeated this again and again until they arrived at his place. As they entered the door, clothes fell everywhere. Tom was cautious not to get too carried away, but the hunger drove him on. Cornering the man, Tom fumbled for his belt and pulled down his pants. A rock hard cock stared at him. His vagina spasmed again, giving him a miniature orgasm and urging him on. The cock seemed to call to Tom, to beckon him forward. Tom knelt down and opening his mouth took the hard penis inside. His vagina rocked with pleasure as an even bigger orgasm rocked his body. Tom sucked and sucked running his tongue over the head, making it spasm and grow even harder. The man above moaned in delight, but Tom was not listening. Hearing instead the voice of his sex, he popped the penis out of his mouth before the man could cum. With one push, he threw the man on the bed. The man looked up shocked for just a second until he saw Tom pulling off his skirt. He lay back as Tom startled his legs and with one free hand guided the hot penis deep into his body. As the penis passed into him, Tom screamed as a huge orgasm tackled him, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through him. Tom tried to ride the cock below him, but his vagina had a tight hold on it. Tom's eyes rolled back into his head as powerful surges and pulses of pleasure shot through him. Finally as they subsided, Tom was rewarded with the best feeling of them all. Hot liquid filled his body as the man below finally reached his climax. Tom kept a tight hold on the penis, sucking every ounce of the soothing fluid from the man. Then, when the pulsing penis had stopped and the hunger abated, Tom rolled off him and closed his eyes. He had never felt so peaceful. Never! He hoped this feeling would never end. * * * * * * * * * * * * The feeling did end, though, as Tom woke up to an empty bed and a slew of regrets. Regrets over what he had done. Regrets over giving in. Regrets over all this mess in the first place. He took an extra long shower, trying to wash off the dirt that he knew would never be removed. Under the water he sighed. What had he done? What had he done? The vidphone rang on his bed. Tom groaned, switched the camera off and listened. "Mr. Turner. We have obtained approval for your participation in this case. You are to go to the following coordinates, enter the establishment, and ask the clerk for a mint. She will instruct you further. Good luck, Mr. Turner." The transmission ended with a series of coordinates. Tom punched a key and had them printed out. Tom looked solemnly at the coordinates. These numbers would take him deep into the city...but where exactly? Tom rushed to leave, anxious to push last night from his mind. Traveling by transport, he made his way to the appropriate coordinates. There he found himself standing before a sign. The Bodi Shop For All Your Personal Needs Taking a deep breath, he walked into the strange store. The merchandise was divided into two. The men's apparel was on the right, the women's on the left. Tom approached the clerk. "Excuse me...excuse me..." But the clerk continued what she was doing. "Excuse me," Tom continued. "I think I need some help." The woman looked impatiently at him. "What do you want," she snapped. "Do you have a mint?" "A what?" "A mint." Tom repeated. The woman looked at him curiously, and then understanding hit her. "Oh yes! Follow me." The woman led Tom to a dressing room. On the stool was an assortment of clothes, a wig, and other items. A note was pinned to the top. ?Place these clothes on your body and wait for further instructions.? Tom groaned. It was just like the detective to treat him like this. Secret, secret. Tom struggled and began to undress. When he was naked, he reached down for the first article, a tight pair of panties. He knew these well, he thought, but these are sure not to fit. The panties he had been wearing were specifically designed for "large women." Men he guessed counted as large. Still, Tom pulled on the panties. As he did, a tingling sensation ran over his crotch. He pulled at the seams. They seemed to fit him just fine, though they were many sizes smaller than the pair he usually wore. Next came the jeans. From the cut, Tom could tell they were women's jeans. He knew these would not fit him. Pulling them up confirmed that for him. The butt and hips were too big while the waist was much too small. Tom was barely able to get them snapped up. Suddenly a tingle ran down his ass, over his hips, and down his legs. Tom felt the jeans pull snugly to his body. The tightness in his waist vanished too. What the hell, Tom thought. What just happened? Had he grown to fit them or had they shrunk. Pulling off the pants, revealed the former to be true. He had changed to fit them. His ass was now round and plump. His hips had widened, and his waist was much smaller than he once had. His legs too were shapely and smooth. What was happening to him? Why were these changes overtaking him? And why wouldn't they go away when he took off the jeans? Tom touched his flesh gently and pulled back. Flesh to flesh contact. Just like it had been like that all along. Tom looked at his profile in the mirror on the wall. The perfect female waist, hips, and ass. And those legs! Tom slumped down next to the clothes. What was happening to him? He had never wanted to be a woman. But first this damn vagina. And now this. It seemed that someone or something wanted him to look like this. He looked down at the remaining articles of clothing. On top there was a note. Tom picked it up and read. Tom, I am sorry I did not tell you before. It was necessary though to remain completely silent about this project. You have been selected to participate in a special stake-out. The clothes you are wearing are of a special blend of materials designed to actually transform the body and hide identities. We have used these clothes often in our witness protection program. We believe that the Technocrat responsible for the attacks is using young women. That is why you are being disguised as such. Do not fret, I believe all may be reversed soon in time. I look forward to seeing you soon. Detective Torin "The bastard!" Tom yelled. "Why didn't he tell me before?!" Pulling on the jeans, he tried to open the door. A soft, feminine voice sounded in the room. "You may not exit until your transformation is complete." What the hell! He was trapped in here. Trapped until he became...what? A woman!? Something about this scared him to death. Tom started screaming, "Help! Help!" But nothing happened. He tried to pound on the door, but no one responded. Finally he sighed and looked down at the clothes. A pair of heels, a wig, a spaghetti strap shirt, and a bra was all that was left. If that was what he had to do to get out of here, he'd better do it quickly. He had some major ass to kick. Sighing, Tom took the wig first and placed it on his head. His scalp itched and tingled a minute and then stopped. Tom turned to the mirror to see brown hair cascading to his shoulders. He pulled on it a bit and saw that it had grown into his head. It no longer felt fake either but had the familiar feel of natural hair. Now he had shoulder length brown hair. The heels were next he decided as he pushed his large feet into them. Moments later he was not surprised when he saw ten painted toenails on two dainty feet. Finally the bra, the defining characteristic of all women. From here on out he would never again pass as a man. From now one he would be normal...a normal woman that is. The bra was under wire, the top bare, allowing Tom to watch this transformation take place. He struggled a bit with the clasps in back, but finally attached them all and maneuvered the bra directly over his chest. Then he watched. At first nothing happened. And then, slowly, he began to change. His nipples first rose and became erect. Their small nubs grew, harder and longer, until they resembled pencil erasers. Their dark circles expanded to half- dollars, giving him a flat chest with huge nipples. The flesh around them softened and slowly began to push the nipples higher on mounds of flesh. They were now the size of a teenager, but though small, they would even now not allow him to pass as a man again. The mounds rose still, small mounds now, A cup he thought. These were the breasts of many women. Many didn't need any larger than this. But the bra he wore was larger and he knew that it was what would decide his size. His breasts grew still this time a B cup. The sides began to brush against the bra. This again was the size of many women. Many men enjoyed the handful of flesh a B cup gave. But still they grew. Tom watched his breasts hit a C cup as his erect nipples pressed against the front of the bra. This was the size of the bra he thought. Anytime his breasts would stop growing. But they continued to grow, pressing his nipples against the front of the bra and spilling some cleavage over the top. Now he looked like a woman with obvious cleavage and bountiful breasts. Now it was impossible to hide his bosom from anyone. And here his breasts stopped growing. Tom pulled on the spaghetti strap shirt and looked down at himself in the mirror. A tingle on his shoulders and his arms and Tom was a gorgeous woman, complete in every way. No longer would he have to worry about someone discovering his vagina. Now he was natural and perfect. The door opened easily this time and Tom strode out. He couldn't believe the different sensations. Some of them appalled him, others delighted him. The clerk walked over to inspect him. "That looks fine on you, miss." "Thank you..." Tom replied, shocked that even his voice had changed to a soft, feminine voice. Suddenly the door crashed open. Two men in black stepped out with guns. A dart to the arm was all it took to bring the new woman, Tom, to the ground and into darkness. * * * * * * * * * * * * The cloud of darkness broke with a booming voice. "...women have been blessed with a gift. A gift of life. If only men would understand. If only they would listen..." Something was familiar about that voice, Tom thought. What could it be? He noticed that he was strangely tied down somehow. From the cool breeze on his inner thighs too, it would seem he was naked. "But listen they shall," the voice droned on. "We are going to make them pay. Because of you, the world will know the beauty and the value of women. From now on, you will be given a gift, a special gift, that will make the men understand and increase our numbers even more. You are the ones who will give it to them. You are our missionaries. Receive that gift. The gift of transformation!" Tom felt a pressure between his thighs as a hard, thick rod began to press firmly into his outer lip. With one quick movement, the rod entered him and slowly began to move in and out of his wet hole. Tom began to moan and heard other moans around him. The operator knew just how to please a woman as Tom's orgasm built up to heights he had never felt before. The voice over the intercom sounded pleased. "Good...soon you will all have the power to transform men in this very act. For when you achieve this height of pleasure, then you will pass on the blessing..." Tom did not catch any more of what the voice said, for the orgasm of his life had begun. Without anything to muffle him, he screamed out his pleasure as his inner muscles began to bite down hard on the rod within him. A faint bit of pain accompanied this orgasm as Tom was faintly aware of something sticking him inside. No matter as his Orgasm increased even more, Tom felt sweet blackness overcome him in a fog of pleasure. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom awoke in a large four poster bed in the pinkest room he had ever laid his eyes on. He did not remember coming here. Wherever "here" was. What did he remember? He remembered he had gone to the Bodi Shop. The clothes he was in now were those garments. He remembered the warning given by the clerk that though the clothes had somehow transformed him into this woman, if removed, his body would retain its shape. He would have to learn to handle being a complete woman, at least for a little while. He remembered being knocked out. His head still pounded from the events of last night. And the rest seemed like a dream. What had happened after he was taken? And why was he now here, in this woman's bedroom? He had to find some answers! Gathering himself up as best he could he opened the door and made his way out of his new bedroom. The hallway too was ornately fashioned, like something out of a Dolly Pardon movie from long ago. Actually, now that he looked at things more closely, they looked exactly like they did in her big musical "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas". Tom wondered why someone would stick him in such a strange place. What was really going on here? Downstairs the rooms opened up nicely. At one end was a full restaurant, complete in every way. The diner was fashioned from the 1900's. 1950's to be exact. The countertop and malt machine perfectly matched those found in that era. Things just got stranger and stranger. On the other side of the diner was a desk, a hotel desk Tom imagined, though he was not inclined to visit it at the moment. He really didn't know how many answers he wanted right now and how many he was afraid of getting. Hearing the rumble of his stomach, though, Tom decided to visit the diner. 1950's music came screaming out at him as he opened the door and made his way to a seat. The waiter, a robot designed to look like a 1950's boy, came strolling up to him. "What do you want, miss?" He exclaimed. Tom looked around the table. At the end was an old fashioned menu, complete with pictures of their selections. Tom had to remember that people back then did not have the complete menu spelled out for them by their waiter as they did in this era. Tom looked at the pictures closely and then closed the menu. "I believe I would like one of those sandwich patties. What did they call them?" "A hamburger," the mechanical voice answered. "Excellent choice." The waiter handed Tom a glass of water and strolled back to the counter. Tom marveled at the completeness of the diner. Besides the strolling robots, a feature not introduced in dining till well past the 20th century, the diner was complete in every way. Tom could even see a human cook in the back fixing up the meals. Now this would be a treat! Turning back toward the table, Tom began to ponder why he was here. What happened last night? And why had he woken up in such elegant surroundings? Just as his mind began to wonder to these things, a squeal arose from the door behind him. Turning he saw a short blonde girl bounding up to him. "You must be one of the new recruits," she said as she sat herself down. "I'm so excited you're here." Tom looked at her puzzled. "Who are you now?" "I'm Suzi. And you must be Tori?" "Uh...yeah I guess I must be." Something inside Tom cringed at hearing a girl's name. He had to remind himself once again that something fundamental about him had changed in the last few days, namely his gender. "It's so great to have you here, Tori. I'm so excited. You've got the same sequence as I do!" "Sequence," Tom said, puzzled. "Yeah! Your sequence...at least that's what we call those times of the week." "Uh...yeah I guess..." "Tomorrow's the big night! I can't wait. I've never shared my sequence with anyone else before. This'll be exciting. We'll have to have our first one together. What do you say?" "Uh...sure..." "I knew it! We're going to be the best of friends!" She reached over the table and hugged Tom roughly. The waiter came next, with the cook in tow. "Our waiter here didn't say if you wanted cheese or not," he said, looking at Tom. Something in Tom jumped into his throat. He was afraid of what that something really was. The cook wasn't that handsome, but did have some boyish charm to him that Tom had to admit was now quite attractive. "Sure, tell him to put cheese on it..." The cook smiled at Tom and headed back to the kitchen. Tom looked back at Suzi who had a huge smile on her face. "Your sequence begins early I guess. Oh, you're going to like it so much. I'll see you later...tomorrow I guess." "Yeah, see ya." Tom watched Suzi bound out of the diner and outside. He wondered how much he would actually get to know the woman. * * * * * * * * * * * * After dinner, Tom found himself extremely sleepy and headed back up to his room. The next thing he knew the alarm was blaring beside his bed. He hit the clock and peered at the time. 8:00 A.M.! How long had he slept? He remembered the diner and being very tired afterward. But twelve hours of sleep! That was too much. Especially when there was so much to do. His dreams had been filled with strange images. Images of Detective Torin calling him to action. Images of Officer Max, alive and well. And other images Tom blushed at remembering. With no regard for his appearance, he headed out of his room and down to the diner. His stomach growled at the thought of food. Entering the diner, he suddenly felt quite strange. He turned to return to his room to sleep, but realized that it wasn't illness. A strange hunger had grown inside of him. A hunger not for food, but for something else. He had felt this before. Right before he had done that unspeakable deed. Right before... Tom gasped as realization hit him. The sequence. The sequence was the period it took before the urge to copulate overtook him. Before the drive to... to... have sex overwhelmed him. He had to escape. He had to! "Hey, Tori, come over here." Tom turned around. Suzi was sitting at a table with three other girls. They had all turned to look at him. Tom turned gracefully around, so as not to arouse their suspicions and approached the table. "I was just telling these girls how we have our sequence together, isn't that great?" One of the girls, a taller brunette looked back at Tom. "You're very lucky. Not many of us have our sequences correspond such." "Oh it's going to be great! I can't wait. Dave and Bret said they'd be here at noon. They have a big game this afternoon." "Who are Bret and Dave" Tom said drearily. "Our dates, silly!" Suzi said. "Now sit down. You don't want to burn all your energy now, do you?" Tom sat down, still shocked at his discovery. Why were all these girls willingly subjugating themselves to this. What was going on here? Clouds of confusion started to descend on his mind. What was happening to him? The cook from yesterday approached their table. He looked a bit shy as he came over to Tom. "Hello again. Remember me?" Tom felt himself jump in excitement. His body reacted in ways he had never dreamed possible. His nipples hardened, his crotch moistened. It was all he could do to keep his voice under control. All of a sudden, Tom couldn't quite think of himself as a man anymore. "I remember...what was your name again?" "Robert...but everyone calls me Rob." "Nice to meet you, Rob," Tom said, cooing at the young man. "My name is Tori." "Well, Tori. If you have some time off today, you can always stop in. I'd love to sit and talk with you." "Okay, Rob..." Tori said. Tori looked back at the three girls, grinning back at her. Something had changed in this encounter. Her sequence had kicked in. And now strange feelings seemed to fill her mind. Visions of lustful acts, of sex beyond imagining. No longer were male thoughts clouding her vision. Tom was gone and Tori remained. Tori smiled back and looked down as she tried to concentrate on something else. The door opened and two college men strode in. Suzi leaped out of her seat. "They're here, Tori. They're here!" Tori looked up and almost fainted with the feelings coursing through her body. Her nipples hardened even more. Her vagina pulsed out fluid, soaking her panties already. Suzi too was extremely turned on as she hopped over Tori and attached herself to one of the guys. The other girls at the table grinned. "You two enjoy your sequence now," they called back as the other guy took Tori by the arm. On their way upstairs, the two guys introduced themselves. Suzi had taken Dave while Tori had Bret. The anticipation as they walked upstairs increased their excitement tenfold. As they entered Tori's room, Suzi and Dave immediately began kissing. Bret grabbed Tori up in his arms and planted a firm, wet kiss on her mouth. Tori almost melted. Bret's tongue parted her lips and began to massage her own tongue while his hands crept slowly up her shirt to cup and caress her breasts. Tori almost lost it then and there. She gasped with desire as she ran her hands down his chest and over his tight jeans. Bret's other hand was hard at work took, working their way down into her pants and over her sensitive mound. One brush of her clitoris was all it took to send her pussy wild with its first orgasm of the evening. Tom opened his eyes and took note of what else was happening. Suzi had already gotten busy, kneeling on the floor in front of Dave, his big cock down her throat. Tori on the other hand was enjoying the slower pace. Bret had moved his kissing to her neck now and, while his hands were still caressing her breasts and playing with her clit, she was enjoying the extra attention that she was getting. Suzi was now down on the bed, Dave's cock deep within her. From the sound of her excitement, she would be quickly approaching the end of her experience while Tori was just beginning her trip. Tori moved Bret's hands away from her a moment and began her own exploration of his body. Beginning with his chest, she kissed down till she reached his belt. Then, in good feminine fashion, she pried his pants off with her teeth and began to stroke his massive manhood. At that moment something struck Tori. Something was not right here. Something was very wrong with this situation. But as the cock in her hand rose to her attention, she couldn't quite figure out what was bothering her. Looking down at the penis in her hand, she lightly kissed it, hoping to drive him wild with passion. The teasing worked as Bret writhed above her. Carefully she took it in her month and heard a moan of delight followed by a screech from the bed. The pulsing in her groin and the large cock in her mouth did not allow much attention to that, however. It was all she could do to suck. And suck she did. Bret's hard penis grew even harder as her moist saliva and lips continued to caress it. She stuck it deep in her mouth and savored the taste, then pulled it out again. Again and again she did this, marking her success by Bret's reaction. Suddenly she felt a mouth brush her own clitoris. She looked down and saw Suzi with her mouth over her vagina. Suzi's mouth brushed back Tori's inner lips and began to taste and lick her. The sensations were overwhelming. Suzi tonguing her and with the cock in her mouth. This was unbelievable. Tori felt her own orgasm growing even as she concentrated on he sucking. Bret began to move above her even as her vagina clamped down on Suzi's wonderful tongue. Suzi did not stop though and it took all of Tori's concentration to keep sucking even as Suzi began to suck too on her sensitive clit. Bret began to moan and move above her now even more and Tori realized she had better change positions or risk swallowing Bret whole. Turning around she popped the cock out of her mouth and pulled Suzi up. "I can't believe how good that felt!" "I'm glad. I've gotta take care of matters here." Bret turned lay down on the floor before Tori. Tori still felt the burning lust for this man. His penis standing tall in the air called and compelled her to continue. Grabbing his wet penis and straddling his lap, she guided him to the bed and sat down on its hardness. At once her vagina clamped down on the hot rod. Tori could not believe the sensations filling her. She had felt them awhile ago, but it was only now that she truly reveled in them. Tori rose on the hot cock, letting it sit on the edge of her inner lips, before plunging back on it again. The buildup grew and grew. Tori threw her head back and gasped in delight. Suddenly, Suzi's mouth closed over her nipple. Tori screamed, the buildup rapidly exploding into a massive orgasm as her vagina pit down on the penis within it. Bret too screamed, only not a scream of delight. In the haze of her pleasure, Tori looked down upon the man she was impaled on. Bret's face was frozen in horror. His short hair had lengthened now and covered the floor. As Tori watched, his face rounded out and his skin softened. Tori watched in horror as the maleness in his body drained away. His nipples began to grow, longer and harder surrounded by the same dark flesh that surrounded her nipples. Soft mounds of flesh began to push up then from the flatness, going from small to perky, to plump. Bret's ass gained weight too and his hips expanded. Tori had to move her legs because of the change there. Finally, the worse change of all happened. The penis that she was riding began to withdraw from her body. Tori looked down and watched it pop out and quickly retreat back into Bret's crotch. His scrotum rearranged itself, pulling his testicles back into his body. Then an opening emerged, two lips flopped out, as the one who was very much a man before fully became a woman. Tori screamed and leaped off Bret, crouching into the corner. Suzi wasn't fazed. She leapt on Bret's vagina and began to lick furiously. Bret's horror faded into sheer pleasure as another woman came up beside him and began to suck his breasts. Tori grabbed her legs in fear. What was happening here, she thought. What was happening... * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom woke up with Suzi sitting on the foot of his bed. "Wake up, sleepy head," she chimed. Tom shook his head. The events of last night were painfully clear in his head. The horror of participating in that evil and perverse act still clung to his memory. Suzi didn't seem fazed. "Guess what? I just heard they're shortening our sequences, isn't that great!? We're going to have a sequence every night now. So, get ready! I've invited those the two new girls from last night to help us out with this one. They say we're suppose to have the entire football team here tonight!" Tom tried to keep his fear down as he told her how exciting that was. When Suzi had left, Tom froze in fright. He remembered in detail how last night had gone. The lack of control. The passion. The ultimate horror at the other's transformation. Most of all, he remembered Bret's scream before his psyche was transformed too. It was that scream that haunted him still. Tom waited awhile before going downstairs. He did not feel ready to face the girls, especially now. Peering into the diner, he discovered to his great relief that it was empty. Tom walked in and grabbed a seat. Rob walked up to his table. "Can I help you, Tori?" Tom tried to keep his eyes off of him. He was not in the mood to get aroused right now. "I'll take..." "Where are the others?" Rob interrupted. "What others?" "The other girls? I guess they all had a rough night last night or something." "Beats me," Tom snapped, still looking down. "Speaking of missing, why isn't the robot taking my order?" "He's off today. New rule." "Okay..." Tom said. "So what would you like," Rob asked, sitting down opposite Tom. Tom's eyes peered up at Rob. At once he felt himself getting mildly aroused. He smiled sweetly at him. "I guess I'll take a burger." "One techno burger coming up." Rob said without moving. Tom looked at him and sighed. "What's wrong?" Rob asked. "Nothing really..." "Liar," Rob pressed. "I know that look..." "I've just had a hard night," Tom replied back. He tried to keep his foot from bouncing under the table, but it was quite difficult. "Hard night, huh? I know how those are. I'll get you that burger." Rob left and Tom's eyes followed him back to the kitchen. There was something normal about Rob that Tom found himself liking. If he had just been born this sex, perhaps he would have taking more of a liking of him. Now he had to just bear with it until the situation changed. Tom ate his meal and headed back up to his room. Throwing on a nightgown from a drawer nearby, Tom climbed into bed. He decided to stay there for as long as he could, hoping that Suzi was not correct. Praying that somehow, this would all turn out to be a bad dream. Noon past and evening came. The sounds outside his room confirmed his worse fears. Beginning downstairs, the sounds of young men echoed through the halls. Tom felt himself growing aroused. His nipples stood tall on his chest and his crotch grew warm and moist. Tom could feel the same transformation occur again, the transformation of mind and body. Only this time it was different. In the end, Tori had still come. Only this time, there was more of Tom in her too. As the noises grew louder, Tori felt the need to have sex growing at equal pace, but the rationale for it was gone. Tori felt trapped, a slave of her passions as the door burst open and three girls led four boys into her small room. The door shut and Suzi stood proudly with two girls and four guys. "Tori," she said excitedly. "Let me introduce everyone. You know Brittany and Davi from last night. Well, escorting us we have Fred, Jim, Sam, and Kyle from the UNMC Football Team." The four of them chose mates and parted silently. There were four corners of the room and each of the couples took a corner, regardless of whether it was on a floor or on a bed. Tori's eyes had already found Kyle, the tall blonde haired one. Tori tried to refrain, tried to resist, but the feelings grew more and more intense. Kyle too began to kiss her, running his hard lips over her neck. Tori moaned as she tried to concentrate on other things. The feelings grew more and more intense, but the sound of Bret's screams from last night seemed to help dampen them. The other couples were already naked, some of them in the middle of intercourse. Brittany and Davi already had Fred and Jim deep within them. While Suzi was sucking off Sam and taking her time. Kyle moved his hand under her nightgown and cupped her breast. His fingers brushed over her nipples in circles. Tori let out another moan, this time from deep within her. She couldn't stop the feelings that were growing within her. She tried to pull back, tried to keep remembering the horror of last night, but the feelings just came on stronger. Kyle moved his hand to her waist and then to her crotch. Brushing her sensitive skin there, he slowly moved one finger and then another over her sensitive lips. Tori fought to resist, but Kyle continued. His pinkie finger brushed her clitoris while two others separated her lips and moved slowly deeper into her canal. Tori let out a sigh, her resistance fading. Had it not been for the twin screams that echoed through the room then, Tori would have been totally seduced. But at that very instant, two male screams shot through the room. Tori's eyes popped open and turned to watch. Brittany and Davi were still pistoning on Fred and Jim, only not the Fred and Jim that had arrived. As Tori watched again, these two also began to lose their masculinity. Their hair grew out, nipples enlarged, breasts grew to proportion, ass swelled, hips enlarged. Finally, the most dreadful part of it happened. As Tori watched, the two men's penises shrank back into their bodies. Brittany and Davi didn't seem to mind or care. As the transformation ceased, they went at once to work pleasing these two new women. Tori felt herself mentally transforming back into Tom. Something wasn't right here. Something wasn't right at all. As she watched Suzi reach orgasm on Sam, the same thing happened to him. Hair, nipples, breasts, ass, and hips all fell to feminine proportions followed quickly by the withdrawal of the penis. Finally it all made sense. Orgasm. That was the trigger. That was what triggered the transference of the substance which ultimately led to their feminization. Tom felt suddenly proud of himself for discovering this bit of technology. And the sequence. The sequence. Somehow what was injected or used could also increase the libido of an average woman, making them want and need to have sex. That was what they had done to him back then. That need was what had driven him to do this horror! The arousal that he had felt had declined somewhat as Kyle continued to fondle and play with him. The other women in the room looked strangely at him. "Tori," Suzi said as she positioned herself over another new woman's crotch. "Is something wrong?" "Me?" Tom said frightened. "No...nothing." "Do you need some help? Come on girls, let's help Tori out." The other girls, all six of them turned and smiled at Tom. Laying him down on the ground, they all began to play with his body. Four of them began to play and suck at his breasts. One would suck his nipple while the other would lick around his breasts. The other one, Suzi's new girl, positioned herself over Tom's crotch and began to assault it with her tongue. Tom's arousal shot up. He moaned and groaned, thrashing about on the ground. The women kept their posts, sucking and licking Tom to absolute bliss. Suzi positioned Kyle right above Tom's waiting mouth, his large, hard penis in view. Tom looked at it with the eyes of a...man. He moved about, trying to get away from the impossible rod before him, but Suzi's hands were insistent. Moving them together, Tom felt Kyle's manhood brush up against his lips. He tried to close them tight against it, but the pressure of it finally forced them open. Tom could feel the hot hardness of it move into his mouth. Deeper and deeper it went until it touched the back of his throat. It was all he could do to resist gagging. The onslaught against his breasts and crotch continued with renewed force, and Tom found himself closing his mouth over the cock and sucking ever so slowly. The pressure in his crotch rose, the need grew, and Tom knew that he could not withstand very much more of this. The veins of the manhood inside his mouth began to pulse as Kyle prepared for a massive orgasm. Tom cringed, knowing what would be coming next. Suzi smiled down above him. "I think we should all move before we lose Kyle here." The women pulled Kyle's cock from Tom's mouth but continued to assail his many parts. Tom felt his arousal grow. His nipples now were hard and his pussy cried out to be filled. Tom felt the mental transformation that occurred before begin again. Slowly, Tom mentally was replaced by Tori. Tom still kept hold of the situation, could see out of this woman's eyes, but for now all of his inhibitions had vanished. For now, Tom was essentially Tori. Suddenly, nothing seemed to matter except her satisfaction. Suzi smiled and Tori pushed Kyle down to the ground and pushed his penis deep within her wet cunt. Tori moaned in delight to feel that penetration again. Even Tom, deep within Tori, could feel the pleasure the hot rod within her was producing. Slowly, with expert ease, Tori started to piston herself up and down the hot rod within her. Suzi and the others had started pleasuring each other again, leaving Tori and her hot man to savor the sex. And savor it they did. Tori pulled up high on Kyle's cock, just high enough so that it almost fell out, and then delighted as she pushed down again, burying it deep within her hot body. She could tell from Kyle's moans beneath her how much he was enjoying it, and the cooing that came from her mouth confirmed her enjoyment as well. After awhile of pistoning, Tori began to slowly massage the penis within with her vagina. It was an exquisite experience. The hot rod within her grew even more to her expert touch. She could tell that Kyle was nearing his orgasm and from the hot need within her, she felt close to hers too. In a bout of energy, she began to piston hard and fast on the penis within her now. Feeling it grow and grow and feeling her own orgasm beginning. She screamed out into the room, a high and glorious scream as she finally reached the climax she had been building to. Even the Tom within her, that small male self, savored the pleasureful feelings that were coursing through his body. The hot spray within her confirmed Kyle's climax too and as she sat back to look down at the man transforming beneath her, suddenly she realized that this process wasn't all that bad. She could stand transforming a few men for the pleasure that they brought her. * * * * * * * * * * * * At least that is what she thought until the next day. As the effects of the orgasm wore off, Tom felt more and more trapped and alone. Understanding the implications of this sequence did not help much. If anything it made it even more unbearable. To think that in the course of a few hours the same unbearable hunger would overtake him and cause him, ultimately, to transform some poor guy scared him more than anything. It was his prison, enslaving him to a life of wanton sex and insatiable want. And there was nothing he could do about it. Sitting outside on the step, Tom sighed as he looked around. This was not the life he had wanted for himself. He had wanted to be a great detective, fearlessly defeating technocrats and bringing justice into the world. He did not want and had not expected to be trapped in the body of a nymphomaniac woman looking ever forward to his next dose of sex. All was hopeless. All was meaningless. "I'm sure it's not that bad," a voice behind him said. Tom turned to see who was talking to him. The cafe cook, Rob, had come out to sit with him. Tom blushed and turned away. "Don't you have something to do..." "It's my break," Rob said, pushing Tom over to sit beside him. "Besides, I thought you could use some company. You seem a little more...sullen...than the other girls." "Sullen is an understatement." "So, tell me," Rob said, leaning toward him. "What's wrong?" Tom looked at him squarely and shrugged his shoulders. "You wouldn't understand." "Try me..." "Well, have you noticed something odd here. Something odd with the girls." "Not really." Rob said, shrugging his shoulders. "Have you noticed how there are more and more girls hanging around here." Rob smiled, a male smile of acknowledgment. He had noticed, for sure. "Girls attract girls, I guess." Tom looked at him squarely in the eyes. A slight twinge of attraction flowed through his body. He tried to concentrate. "Listen, what do you know of technocrats?" "Techno-who?s?" "Technocrats. Men and women who have used technology and its power to manipulate reality. These girls are the work of technocrats." "I'm not getting at you..." "Let's just say that someone has manipulated the female gender so that somehow intimate contact produces a transformed man." "I'm not buying you." "Girls transforming guys into girls. It's a relatively simple technological problem if you think about it. The manipulation of one gene. Hell, we've been doing that for decades." "Then what's so big about this?" "Imagine what would happen if one man sent an army of women into the world all able to transform men through sex. What would that do to the balance of the sexes?" Rob nodded. "I see... So, you're saying that these women are part of the army designed to transform the world?" "Exactly!" Rob laughed and slapped Tom on the back. "You sure have one imagination, girl. So, are you a part of this army?" "An unwilling party to it I think." Rob continued laughing. "It's true!" Tom yelled. "Whatever you say, girl. At least you have the imagination to compliment that beauty." Tom fell silent. He wasn't sure whether to be angry or embarrassed by Rob's statement. The blush across his face, though, confirmed his body had taken it as a compliment. "So, what are you going to do about it," Rob asked again, his tone retaining some mockery. "Well, smarty pants, I guess I should call the police or something..." "Are they in on it too. Is this some conspiracy theory or something?" "No..." Tom hit Rob on the shoulder, realizing afterward it was more flirting than anything else. Rob looked at Tom deep in the eyes. "You know, out of all of them, you're definitely the prettiest." This time Tom couldn't help but blush at Rob's comment. Though a big part of him was still very much male, the female side of him found it arousing. Tom looked away, but kept the corner of his eyes on Rob. "Say, what do you say we meet up later after my shift. We can bat conspiracy stories around or something?" Tom tried to stop himself, but managed to say "Sure" anyway. Rob smiled. "Great, I get off around nine." Rob gave a peck on his cheek before turning back to work. Tom touched the spot his lips had brushed. A fluttering feeling filled his stomach. What was happening to him? Was he giving into these feelings? Tom turned and headed toward the nearest phone. His sequence would not begin until later so he knew he had some time for rational thought. Logically he should call the police since they had sent him on this mission. He tried to recall the number and finally ended up doing so. The line dumped him into an answering machine. Strange. Why wouldn't someone be at the station now? "Hello everyone this is Tom. I'm just letting you know that I have discovered something big. Please contact me as soon as possible. Thanks." Tom hung up, hoping that his message would be heard soon. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom tried to keep his mind off the meeting he had with Rob, but the more he tried not to think about it, the more it seemed to occupy his mind. He borrowed a few outfits from his roommates(who smiled and winked at each other when he lied to them why he needed them) and spent the remainder of the day debating which outfit to wear. Even by eight o'clock, he had not decided on an outfit. Girls had already started into their sequence, the sound of their lovemaking filled the halls. Tom looked at the outfits, upset he could not settle on a single one. "Wear the black one," Suzi finally said. "The black one?" Tom said, fishing through the clothes to pull it out. "But I look like a whore in that one." "No, darling." Suzi said with a smile. "You look like a knockout!" In the end, Tom settled on Suzi's advice and wore the black one to his meeting. When Rob got off work, he forward surprised. "My god!" he said. "Whatever did I do to deserve a sight like that!" Tom blushed and took his place at Rob's side. "I just thought you deserved an eye show at least." The two of them walked out of the cafe and down the street. For hours on end, they talked. About their lives and their loves. About the cafe and Rob's dreams. About technocrats and other things. The two talked about everything. Tom felt strange about this young man. A certain feeling of awe, of respect, of admiration. And of love. As they sat on the bench, Tom reached over to hold his hand. Just a small gesture, but one that sent sparks flying through his body. They held hands the entire way back, not once losing their train of thought. Always having so much to say to each other. Until at last they arrived at the cafe once again. The lights were dark. All inside were snoring. Old and new girls had now by this time spent all their energy on each other. Tom smiled. "It has been a great night, Rob." Rob bent forward and gave him a kiss. A light brush of lip upon lip. Tom gasped. Physical electricity ran through his body. He had never felt this way before. Rob pulled back, his eyes searching for signs of what his action did. Tom pushed forward into Rob, his lips touching Rob's with force. Tom pushed his tongue forward, cresting his own mouth and entering Rob's. Tom heard a moan from his partner and felt a pair of hands circle his soft bottom. Tom continued to french kiss Rob, pushing his tongue in and out, caressing his teeth with his soft palate. After several minutes of making out, the two of them broke off. Tom smiled as Rob looked utterly entranced with his new love. He had never felt this way about anyone before. No one had ever touched him this way. It was like being with his...soulmate. "Rob?" "Yeah, Tori?" "Rob, I'd like to give you something..." "Tori," Rob said quietly. "You've already given me so much." "No Rob... I'd like to give you...me." Rob puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Here...follow me." Tom took Rob into the apartments and to a special room of special privacy. He had seen others use the room before. When they had wanted to be alone, away from roommates and others, they would come in here. With easy access off the main entrance, it provided total privacy from everyone else. As the two of them entered, Tom closed the door quietly. Then, facing Rob, he said quietly. "Make love to me." Rob's face lit up. "It would be my honor." The two of them began to kiss again, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Rob's hands roamed over Tom's body, caressing his breast here, his ass there. Tom was more forceful with Rob, reaching to his shirt to unbutton his lover's clothes. With his shirt unbuttoned, Tom relished the feeling of hair in his hands as he pushed the shirt off Rob's hard physique. Rob moved then to taking off Tom's shirt. Pulling it up over his head and then covering his breasts with kisses. Tom leaned back and enjoyed the sensations. It had never been this good. Emotions combined with raw passion made him wet with anticipation. Rob fumbled with the bra a moment, but took his time in caressing each curve of Tom's breast, leading to even more passion from the energetic woman. Finally he managed at release Tom's breasts, taking them one at a time in his hand to suckle and lick. Tom was in heaven. The sensations coming from his breasts excited him as the wet anticipation of future events called to him below. He had never known such pleasure. Now all he needed was a hard cock pushing itself inside of him. He pushed Rob down onto the bed and fumbled with his belt to release the prize. Rob's erection now stood tall in his pants even as Tom fumbled with the zipper. At last the monster was released, but before he could do anything, Rob grabbed him and pushed him onto the bed. "I thought you asked me to make love to you," he said with a smile. Tom laughed. "I guess I'm just excited..." Rob moved down and pulled off the black mini-skirt that had excited him all night. A pair of lacy panties now was the only thing between them. Tom looked up lovingly into Rob's eyes, now a whole person. The male Tom lay here still below this man even as he prepared himself to enter him. And the male Tom was at peace with it. He had truly given himself to Rob today...something he hadn't done before. Rob pulled off Tom's panties slowly, taking each inch to caress and kiss. Even as he crested his mound, Rob began to kiss and lick his inner lips. Tom gasped with the pleasure. Rob continued unabatedly licking and kissing Tom's sensitive hole. His tongue probed deep within his love tunnel. Tom squealed, grabbing the sheets as his lover continued to give him such wonderful oral sex. In the midst of the pleasure, Tom also bit back the anticipation. He hungered for the cock within him now. Now. Not later. All this was wonderful, but nothing like that final pleasure. At last Rob mounted him, moving himself over his love tunnel and carefully pushing in. Tom gasped as his orgasm began to crest. Rob began to slowly move himself in and out of him, in and out. Tom could take very little of this movement. This wonderful, blessed, enchanting movement that sent him at last over the brink. With a loud squeal, Tom came to the biggest orgasm he had ever had. * * * * * * * * * * * * What happened next was all a blur. Two men dressed in uniforms came storming into the room, their guns at the ready. Outside others were running up and down the stairs, all looking very official. At the same time, Tom watched in horror as Rob change. His hair grew out and down his shoulders. The hair on his chest disappeared. His masculine nipples grew dark and large, even as the flesh beneath them pushed out. His hips expanded as his waist contracted, and the hard lips he had kissed earlier disappeared to be replaced by soft, red ones. But of course the change that mattered most, the feeling Tom would never forget, was the feeling of his penis retreating back out of his pussy and forming a pussy itself. It was enough to throw Tom into hysterics as he collapsed, sobbing, to the floor. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom awoke to find himself in a hospital bed. All around the chatter of medical teams sounded through the room. Tom looked around. There was no indication how long he had been here or what had happened to him. He thought back on what he could remember. He remembered the accident, so long ago. Remembered living with a secret. Remembered being transformed into a woman...transformed! Tom looked down hurriedly at himself. Two globes of flesh appeared suspended to his chest. He looked down under his covers. The soft, flat contours of a woman were still very much his. Tom sat back, tears coming to his eyes. He had never felt so trapped before. Trapped inside a woman's body. How would he survive!? His mind traveled back further. What had happened after he was transformed? He remembered faint images. Pleasurable encounters. Uncontrollable impulses. He remembered a young man...so nice...so gracious. Rob... Rob!? What ever happened to him? Tears came to his eyes as he thought of the only one that he cared for. The only one he had felt close to. Where was Rob? As if in answer, a solitary men appeared at the door. He wore a long trench coat and had the unmistakably police odor about him. Tom recognized him a