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The Western Bureau of Trans Affairs The class was deadly silent as they waited; they had already spent two weeks in this training camp from hell. Out of 100 students, 43 of them were left. It was meant to weed out the weak and those lacking in their ideological duty. A loud smack was heard as the door opened, two troops walking and standing on each side of the door. A young woman, a cigarette clenched in her teeth, her uniform shaped to her amble body frame, enunciating her chest, as her short hair fitted properly around her ears. What confused the cadets most was her size, she was barely 5'2". For them the physical regimen had been almost taxing to their deaths. The men knew how to hide their shock; shock or surprise got them a reprimanding. And very few came back from a reprimanding, most deciding to quit right then and there. The lady sat on the top of the desk, turning her eyes to the class. "My name is Jane Halen. Well I can see in your eyes your surprise. Isn't this Bureau only for men? Isn't it something that woman are excluded in as they do not have the proper ideals for this line of work?" She sighed and rubbed her temple, "I am the sacrifice secondary to your lives gentlemen. As you know in our times, they're those who wish through surgery or chemicals, to influence our bodies and force us into submissive forms of labor. They steal the inalienable rights meant only for the government. What is worse, the government allows some of these operations to experiment for greed. I myself have seen this firsthand." One boy, most likely only 19, raised his hand. "Um sir. Madam. The cadet would like to ask what you meant by secondary sacrifice?" She took a long drag from her cigarette. "Well then I suppose since I have time I can tell my story of my first investigation." She smiled. "That secondary sacrifice my young cadet, is your manhood." As we know, the beginning of the 21st century was very productive in the field of genetics. The human genome was not only mapped, but was able to be influenced. This meant that cancers, diseases, and other ailments of the human body could become absolutely abolished. Like all sciences, this one was abused. That is why the bureau was created, to hunt down and punish those who abused this technology to the full extent of the law. That is why we use military style force. Unfortunately the government has often helped these illegal bands, deciding that they were useful to acquire money for their banks. The Bureau at this time decided to go for local and private funding, becoming above and beyond our limited government. I was 18 at the time, a fresh graduate from high school. Most people who tried to get into the bureau back then were men of untold police experience. Captains and Lieutenants. I was this fresh faced boy who simply knew nothing of police work, but knew that it was meant for me. It had untold ideological possibilities. So I joined, in a class of 100 such as you, and with a graduation rate of 12. They were extremely strict back then, making these regimens you go through now seem like a cakewalk. I was 19 when I graduated, the youngest man on the force, my hair neatly cut and my physique well placed. Smoking is not usually condoned, but I caught the habit and only stopped for a very good reason later on. When I left here I was assigned to a frontal assault group, much like police force's SWAT teams. Though we trained much harder then they could ever dream. Not to scare the shit out of you cadets, I think I should return to my point. Graduating from a special team in order to be promoted to independent investigation is a goal that can almost never be accomplished. I accomplished it in a single year. (She put out her cigarette, rubbing her eyes again. God she wished she could tell a legible introduction for once in her life. Well the pause was definitely not what she wanted, so she decided to ply on.) When you become an independent investigator, it's the first investigation they always warn us about. Be careful not to get caught or be influenced by your own bias. When I learned I was to be promoted in the fastest record than ever heard of before, I was arrogant; I was going to make my first independent investigation one of the fastest in history. In actuality I only was able to become a victim myself. I discovered a rather odd group of neighborhoods, perfect neighborhoods that were set as an odd backdrop to our decedent city lives. Normally this would not seem odd, there are rich neighborhoods dotting what would initially be considered the suburbs. That was not what made this place suspicious. Even those wealthy suburbanites had their problems; there is always crime no matter how far they put themselves in the clouds. This system of neighborhoods was different, no crime, perfect housing, as well as a perfect equilibrium with local governments. Usually the rich are at odds with the local middle class run governments. Payoffs and bribes are not popular with the rich either. I decided to investigate, finding that work was easy to find, many of the working crews sifting through as if the perfection of the neighborhood was a disease that was inherited by proximity. Other things that pointed to a foul playing mutation ring were the rash of local missing peoples reports. Young men, not much older, sometimes younger than myself, disappeared without a trace. A century earlier, we would of thought of death, murder, kidnappings, perhaps a bit of Mafia mismanagement. Today we realize that if a man disappears, its most likely one of these mutation companies. The large amount of disappearances pointed straight at one neighborhood in proximity to the town of Hilda. They were rarely seen, the woman often not leaving to the town due to the availability of foodstuffs, clothing, as well as other supplies within the neighborhood. A self- contained environment, like many that began earlier in the century. I first made sure to have permission from my superior, making sure I had a job that made me quintessential to the environment, becoming an electrician to their Pharmaceutical plant. Never trust a neighborhood with everything. That I can ensure. I worked in the neighborhood for two weeks, investigating the people and the places. It was usually quiet; what used to be called the American dream. Everything was ordered, I almost felt like I had been deposited into the 1950's, where the women obeyed, took care of the children, as well as cooked and cleaned. I still found it a rather perfectionist society, but listening to what I had been taught, I decided not to make any predetermined solutions. Slowly the evidence seemed to pile up, the women's meetings at the town hall were too secretive. The equipment I was beginning to install in one of the rooms looked more from a science fiction novel than a medical facility. Slowly I started to gather more evidence, blood samples strewn in bottles with labels that were confusing, Estrogen Magnification, or Inhibitors; way too many questionable materials. The day finally came, I knew the ins and outs of every single corridor in the building. The places that were unrestricted and restricted. I noticed one when I was installing a portion of the lighting, one with computers and what looked like a large file room. The door quickly shut. I was a little nervous; I had never broken into a place before beyond training. I quickly moved, avoiding the cameras and surveillance by using a ghost pattern scrambler to confused the equipment into seeing nothing. A herd of buffalo could have run down those corridors and the machines would have never sensed it as I passed. I lightly drew out my .38. I preferred my .357, but this mission I was forced to have something easily concealed, so it was the good old Saturday Night Special. I overrode the passcode, slipping in, and quickly closing the door behind me. It was quiet. Too quiet, I knew I was invisible to machines, but where were the humans? Did they totally rely on mechanized surveillance in order to keep this building safe. Not that it would be a surprise, this day and age the security guard is often left unemployed. I found the door to the file room rather normal, with a conventional lock. This was picked easily and I slid into the room. The shelves and file cabinets surrounded me on all sides. It sent a chill up my spine. Slowly I snuck in, finding one large file cabinet that was unlabeled and black. I tried it, "Locked" that was always a good sign. I yanked it open from the side, checking and pulling up the files. It was definitely a case of missing persons being transformed for corporate Americans so they could raise the female population. I pocketed it, watching the door to the computer room, worming my way around the file cabinets, lightly opening it and closing it. I pulled out my transceiver, keeping one eye on the door so I could take out any late night workers. I never expected for an attack to come from where I had just left. A small creak could be heard to my left, I quickly turned, only to be nailed with the other end of a fire extinguisher; my world going black. A hangover is nothing compared to the splitting headache I woke up to. Nor is the nausea from drinking any comparison. I shook my head to look at my surroundings. "Dammit, careless, I was careless," I berated myself as I tried not to vomit on the floor. When I finally stopped yelling at myself, I got my bearings. The room was white, very white, with a small light on the right corner set at such an angle that the occupant was not made blind. On all sides were pads, like in a mental institution: a padded cell. I was in a padded cell. Which was convenient as there was no bed in the room. The only pieces of equipment being a toilet and a shower stall on one side. "Guess that answers whether the pads are for me not hurting myself or not. So what are they here for?" "I believe I can answer that." A man was shown in a window on the side of the room. "You see we provide a service. We are after all businessmen. Our mission being one that serves those who can afford it. Provide wives under any notion necessary and we deliver. Of course we pay the government for their cooperation. It's bad cops such as yourself that ruin it for everyone. They are happy here. And you want to lie to them and convince them they are not? For shame. You should be ashamed of yourself.. I am impressed that you were able to get as far as you did though. Very impressed." I growled at him, standing up straight. My cover as a cop worked, it usually does, the bureau being very secretive for its first years. "So what are you going to do? Kill me?" He gave me a laugh that sent shivers up my spine. "No. No. Dear god no. You see we have a new administrator here and he wants somewhat of a tomboy for a wife. You just dropped in our laps and well. You will see." He grinned, the light refracting off the glass to give him an ominous look. The room shook slightly, the shower shrinking into view under the floor. Suddenly a dozen sprinklers slowly started, falling on every inch of the room. I fell to the side, wondering if I was to be drowned or if the liquid had some function. After it stopped and drained into the floor, I checked myself. Nothing much, I supposed it was just water. I shook my head a little at feeling my arm though. The hair had drained with the water. I looked around, none to be seen. I checked everything, my legs, my back, my chest, all of it had been carried with the water. I tugged at the hair on my head. Still there, still set right; cropped by my ears. We learn as cadets that information the enemy might divulge when they think we are not listening can be vital. It is neither an overstatement nor an understatement. It hits right at the heart of the matter. "So what is the room for? Why the white walls?" I heard as I pressed my ear on the metal that held the glass to the wall, searching for the vibrations in the hard metal at the end of the cloth. The intercom being much more enjoyable to listen to. "Ahh you wish to know then. Well you see the room emits two different forms of change inducing waves. It first sends a high frequency into the brain. This frequency is especially designed to attack the brain's ability to produce its normal amounts of testosterone and increase its levels of estrogen. Normally it would be too low to have any affect by itself. After all the change due to the sound waves is so low that not even physical changes would be noted. If a child were in there, they would probably end up being a slightly feminine child. Still functioning normally of course. However, while the patient is asleep we implant two small ovaries through the back and seal it with a polymer much like glue or the immune system's clotting process. This leaves no scar and allows for the person to not even know they have been implanted. Once again by itself this would not normally have the permanent effects that you have seen examples of." "And the second wave it emits?" The other voice I did not recognize said. "Oh that." I could hear him snicker. "We discovered here, well in others they use chemicals or natural additives to make the complete conception. We discovered a much more reusable form of change. We all know of gamma rays and other forms of radiation. Correct?" He had waited for a confirmation before he continued. "Well we have discovered that it travels in one more wave, one that has an extreme influence on DNA and cells. To put it in a more retro term, it has mutigenic possibilities. It clasps onto whatever hormone is exponential, no matter what it is, and to use a vernacular, runs away with it." "So if the person is being influenced to have a rise in their estrogen levels?" "That's right. They're body slowly has its chromosomes changed. The Y gains a leg and becomes an X. After that the influence of the radiation wears off. The body becomes somewhat immune to it. It's a one shot deal with one person, but we can use it different ways." "So what are the stages?" The doctor coughed into his hand. "Right now he is at 10% XX levels. Tomorrow it will go to 25% and eventually over a few days it will be 100%. Normally we would let "her" out after it reaches 89%, but with this one I will wait till it is complete. As for specifics. Why don't we watch the next couple of days." I lightly heard footsteps start to get farther and farther away, leaving me to my fate. After hearing the slow droll of the two men, I realized what they had planned for me. I was to be another one of their wives. Well to hell with that. Even if this room was sealed and I couldn't escape, I would never be one of their obedient little housewives. I was still male, that was for sure, my dick hanging limp next to my body. I tried to imagine a blonde who lived in my neighborhood when I was little, naked, and doing the most erotic things I could imagine. Nothing. As I said before, all the hair on my body had been removed. It felt odd to run my hand past my face and not find the usual five o clock shadow that I usually sported. I checked my arms, the muscle was lower, I looked as I did before I joined the bureau, muscular somewhat, but nowhere near the bulge I had before. It barely filled the small T- shirt I had been allowed to wear. My shorts also fit oddly, I couldn't quite place it but they hung to low in the front and to high on the sides, almost as if my hips were out of place. I sighed, leaning, and sliding against the back of the wall. Nothing to do now but wait. The next 3 days went slowly. When I woke up again, my stomach hurt, my head still pounding. My muscle tone was even less, now my arms were slender. I had no point of reference really except the toilet, which I used as a measuring device for myself. When I had arrived I believe I was around my normal height: 5'11. This meant that the toilet at the highest point came up to my crotch. Now it came up to my stomach and the edge of my chest, which was slowly smoothing itself out. Slowly as time went on I took note of what was happening. My throat started to hurt, my voice becoming a slow squeak, stopping my ability to talk. The curvature of my body slowly caused my hips to jut out: an hourglass figure I suppose. After awhile I would take times touching my face, guessing as to what it was starting to look like, I ran my hand across the bridge of my nose. I had never been a large nosed man, in fact I still looked sort of boyish for my age of 20. But when I felt it, it was smaller, narrower than I remembered. Breasts are the first sign of a mature female, and the second day showed me I was to be no exception. At first they started as small bumps, much like an insect bite, though instead of being filled with fluid I knew they were the re-deposit of fat. I suppose that is where my muscle went. Turned into fat and redistributed. "Wake up sleepy head." I heard the distinctly female voice, my eyes opening slowly. "Uh" I grunted at the redheaded young woman. I was not in the mood to be played with at the moment. I got a small smack to my butt, which made me jump up. "What is wrong with you? They only leave me in this room and it's boring, so I might as well as get as much sleep as I can." I stopped in the middle of my temper tantrum to notice two distinct things. Number 1, I was not in the room I had been in earlier. This room had oaken walls, with a nice female ambiance about it. It also smelled slightly like perfume. The second thing that caught my attention was the fact that my voice no longer squeaked. Though this was of little consolation as I rubbed my forehead. "You were asleep for a day and a half. I was suppose to wake you up 3 hours ago, but you looked so peaceful Jane." " Jane?" I answered as I tried to gain my bearings, letting my eyes adjust to the light. "I'm not my mother." She blinked at me, lifting me up by my hand, rather easily because of the drastic weight loss I would suppose. I walked slowly, tripping a little bit due to the change in balance, until I stopped in front of a body sized mirror. The redhead stood behind me. It was in the mirror that I recognized her. She had been one of the wives that the other crews had whistled at as she went by. She was very well figured, even though I guessed she had been 5'5 or 5'6. Too short for my tastes. What startled me was the person in front of her. The girl was about up to her neckline, her breasts pressing into the front of the strapless negligee she was wearing. Her hair was slightly short, though it went around the ears. Her face wasn't as rounded as I would expect, having more sharp features. I knew it was me I was staring at, though of course I wanted to keep my sanity. Other men might have cried, had fits, I just stayed completely calm. I knew they were watching, and by my honor I wasn't going to give those bastards the satisfaction. I simply took a slight breath. "I look like my mother when she was my age. Well except for my eyes." I commented. I learned that Penny, or Penelope, I learned to call her Penny cause it was shorter and cuter; was my benefactor. That meant that she was to train me herself on how to act, how to clean, and everything else. To tell the truth I had heard that most neighborhoods trained in a group atmosphere, the whole community of women training the new induction. I felt relieved when I learned that it was more of a private situation here. Penny took me out shopping first; I was obviously a new girl as I walked. I was still wearing the jeans I had come in with. A girl with negligee and jeans is an odd sight. My head wandered to my surroundings, taking it all in. I hadn't been in this part of town, to tell the truth it looked like it had come out of one of those Andy Griffith shows. Though the clothing was definitely modern, as was the hair of the women. The buildings on the other hands, to give an example; there was a General Store. I lightly smirked when I saw that sign. Penny gave me that look she usually gave me when I acted weird, or out of place. Smirking at the sign of a General Store was the first time I got that look. The one where she had her eye set up almost perpendicular with her other eyebrow. Just another one of her odd habits I was to find out. Clothing shopping, it was the first sign I realized my mind was starting to turn, I actually enjoyed it. I tried on everything I could find, running as if I was 16 in order to find anything I could afford, and some I couldn't. Thankfully the first 20 things I got were for free, a complement of Jonathan Derilin. Who he was at the time I had no idea. Nor did I really care to tell the truth. I can't imagine the cost of the stuff I bought, most likely it would have made me faint. After clothing I had to purchase make up, shoes, and all the accessories needed in order to be a functional woman. I took everything but clothing in strides, deciding it was better to go with the flow than resist or enjoy it. As we carried the large amount of bags, Penny commenting on how well I was able to hold my own with the purchases despite my size, I smelled something familiar. My eyes turned to the side, letting Penny move ahead of me. I wandered towards the smell: Marlboro. "MARK!!! JOHN!!!" I hollered at my old work mates from only a week ago. They both gave me a look as if I had sprouted two heads. "Yes miss?" John said, my blood freezing as I remembered what I looked like. I shook it off, about to ask for a cigarette when a harsh hand fell on my wrist, squeezing it. "These men are on their break Jane. I don't think we should disturb them." I looked at Penny's eyes, the only time I would ever see her furious at me. It shocked me, and obediently I gave a curt nod. "Yes ma'am." I apologized to the men, though they didn't mind, and we left. Benefactor's always had to house their trainee's, or little sisters within their household. It was thought that experience within the environment would be the best teacher. My environment being a medium, two story home. I found myself wondering if we would end up with as good a home. Realizing that I used the term "we" in my thought pattern, and making extra sure to kick my own ass for such a thing. So, my training began, though it took me a month, a week longer than the average "woman." The list was simple, cooking, cleaning, raising children, cleanliness, all the little extras that have to be maintained as a woman, and Penny's personal favorite: talking. To begin with cooking, I knew how to cook. It wasn't that hard to learn how to cook, instead I had to unlearn what I knew. I remember my first try at it. I was used to spicy foods and I almost saw her drink an entire jug of water to cool her mouth off after trying it. Most of her comments about my cooking being, "DO YOU HAVE ANY TASTE BUDS LEFT??!! Hot food like that is going to kill your husband." Thankfully for Penny I was able to learn that pepper and tobacco sauce are not main ingredients. After two weeks, I was able to make something that didn't send my benefactor into spasms on the floor. Children can be little darlings. I know that is something only a mother would say, but the one time in her life that a woman is a benefactor; she has plenty of time on her hands. After my cooking techniques were critiqued, I was raised to the level of nanny. Some little sisters are given the care of three or four children; I thankfully only had little Carrie to contend with. Being almost two, she barely spoke, though she did add a new word to her vocabulary: Aune. I believe it was a try at calling me Aunt Jane but she was unable to pronounce it out, so she combined them. That form of training was a little harder; simply because of what time I began that work. Believe me whatever you men may think about it, "That time of the month", is a lot worse than we let on. And the first time is the absolute worst. Hardly move should be considered an understatement. Thankfully my menstrual cycle ended, I would have gone nuts if it had lasted another day. The term of going Postal losing all meaning. Though I was able to cram, don't let that word get to you, in a few extra training days during it, learning in full experience, what to do for my own feminine hygiene. After another week Penny said I was ready, though I did not know why she would have said so. What I hadn't realized, since they were such subtle changes, was my character. I stopped answering to James and only Jane. I thought of myself usually as a woman, no longer calling myself he, or his, but using she and hers. My self-image was changing, and Penny as a good benefactor was taking notes. The programs first stage was over, it had made me think more feminine, had me think of myself as female, and prepared me for my future life. Now I had to start socially. Which I never did get into. That programming never took, I just couldn't stand gossip, I preferred to stay next to Penny, listening to her talk about her life and what her husband was like. Benefactor's husbands were sent on long distance business trips in order to create the bonding process between the two. Penny's husband being easily sent away as he was director of the sector in charge of bribes. Mr. Landers, Penny's husband arrived the night before I was to leave. He wasn't what I had expected actually, being much older than I had expected. Penny I had theorized as being around the age of 23, while her husband reminded me of one of my early drill instructors, almost in his mid thirties. This didn't concern me that much, I was leaving the next morning, though to tell the truth I felt a little sad about the event. I loved Penny like a sister and wanted to stay a little longer. Moving into the less friendly dorms that the unmarried women had to stay in made my skin crawl. That whole night I spent playing with Carrie, her parents deciding to make up for the month he had been away to try and conceive another child. My main fear at the time being they would make a noise to peek their daughter's curiosity. Half of me didn't want her curiosity peeked because of her youth. The other half didn't want her curiosity peeked because it might force my own curiosity to rise. After a small amount of time, the little one fell asleep, her yawning having become contagious. I lightly put her to bed and sat on my bed, thankful that unmarried women did not have it mandatory to wear lingerie or nightgowns. I was able to wear a small sleeveless T-shirt with a small heart on the chest, as well as a pair of shorts that made my panties visible whenever I bent over. I slowly got onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I had gotten so used to it, I'd miss it when I left. I curled onto my side, staring at the small mirror that hung right next to my bed. I had never really taken a good look at myself since I had met Penny. No wonder they called us girls, my face made me look like I was a 16 year old sophomore, rather than a 20 year old grad. I slipped off my shirt, my breasts falling down free from any restraints. Before I had to have worn a bra to bed, but after finding it extremely hard to breathe, I had been informed that I was able to at least sleep without it. I cupped one in my hand, lifting the plump breast, noting how my nipples pointed up. I poked one, jumping back a little at the sensation. I looked around the room, no one was around. I took a deep breath, slowly pulling down my shorts and panties. As for what hair I had left, there was of course my neatly cropped hair on my head, and an arrowhead near my crotch. It seemed to be pointing a man towards what goods I might contain. I had expected it to be a triangle, but it was of no real concern to me. "Modeling on your last day huh? He might enjoy that more than the mirror does." I almost jumped out of my skin, turning quickly and covering my body with each arm. Penny stood there with her trademark look, her clothes a little ruffled, but still easily recognizable as her dark blue lingerie set with the odd slit tied bra and panty combination. Trying to get my clothes on, I noticed her hand held up to stop me. I slowly sat onto the bed, shaking a little as she sat next to me. "You know I'm surprised you haven't done this before." I gave a slightly annoyed look, "How do you know?" She grinned, "Well I do watch you sleep a lot, you never seem to notice your body at all. Just cruise through your chores and training. I was sort of like that." She shrugged. I had heard her story before, she had told me once when we were having one of our talks. Track star and college student, went to get an internship, but was never heard from again. Thinking to myself that was the reason she had such good and toned legs. Shaking my head to get the thought out. I irked a little, her hands having wrapped around my sides, not too hard a task due to the difference in our heights. She cupped the breast I had been examining only a few minutes earlier. "And such a cute body to ignore too. Such a shame." I jumped forward a little. I wasn't exactly ready to do anything strange with her, I had avoided the social world. I wasn't planning on doing something with my benefactor. She lifted my chin. "Jane, its perfectly normal here. And I'm not asking for some wild night, I just had one for the past while with my husband. I think he won't wake up until morning. I just wouldn't be a good benefactor if I didn't make you at least experience what a hand can do for you down there. We aren't nuns." I meekly leaned back into her, her arms wrapping around me again. "That's my little sister." I let a small smile pass my lips, blushing slightly as her hands wrapped around my breasts, cupping them upward. "I think there health physical was so impersonal." I silently questioned, almost as if to ask what physical. She had learned long ago to learn my body language. "And as to what physical, they gave you a vaginal exam and all of the other prods and pokes to make sure everything had formed right. Normally they wait till we're conscious, but you were a little different. Now lets see." Her hands move up to the tips of my breasts, poking my nipples upward. They moved up, growing a little stiffer at her touch, a strange feeling of wetness growing between my legs. ("Why are you telling this to them?" the older man in the classroom, obviously the teacher, said to her. She looked at him, poking the side of his head. "You treat them like priests. They get absolutely no stimulation from pictures or stories. Hell if you could, you'd monitor their thoughts as well. Once they are through training they will have normal healthy relationships, well as far as is possible with the lack of females. Besides I gained this kink where I like young men imagining me and Penny together. Don't give me that look and let me continue with my story. And um boys you can sit down now. I don't want you to stand throughout my entire story. It is long." The cadets sat down in their desks. The guest speaker giving a self satisfied nod. "Alright now back to my experiences. And hopefully no more interruptions.") She moved her hand upwards, molding it to the shape of an enlarged coconut. Her two fingers picked at my nipples, her other hand moving down to my crotch. She ran it past my hair, twirling it around her fingers before running it down to my thigh. I closed my eyes, enjoying the odd sensations running up my spine, wondering what it would be like when I was with my unidentified husband. I was brought back to reality by a finger unhooding my labia, and poking my little nub. I gasped in shock at the large flood of pleasure just this little attention caused. Penny was almost giggling her head off from my reactions, trying her best to concentrate on my pleasure. I am still surprised she was able to do so, her fingers trailing down my nether lips, inserting one finger as her thumb played against my button. I jumped slightly, my body melting against hers. "Ack look at the time." I heard as I felt three fingers jam into me, slowly doing pistoning motions. I felt like jumping out of my skin. The only reason I didn't was the calming motion being done by Penny's hand on my breast. Slowly I felt a building pressure in my body. It seemed slightly foreign, this odd urge going from the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, the motion of building my body up, with the unexpected harshness of the plunging fingers sent me over the edge, my body clamping down, becoming awash with my first female orgasm. I panted, my face flush, as I opened my eyes. Penny had her eyes closed and was pulling her hand up. "Now as your benefactor I must taste your cooking." I looked at her oddly while she licked her fingers. "MM good." She gave me one of those smiles in which I knew it would be better if I didn't ask. We both giggled, my head falling down as I felt the necessity for sleep coming upon me. I woke up early that day, around 5 AM, got up, and did my routine of getting bathed, dressed, and starting breakfast. I sighed over the skillet. This was my last morning in this house. I would be sent to proper group training in a girl's dormitory. A hand landed on my head, a large yawn emanating from behind me. "Do you always rise before the sun?" Penny said as I saw her body make a pot of coffee. We had fallen asleep at 2 AM, only 3 hours earlier. I was used to short hours due to my cadet days. Penny wasn't so lucky, though I knew we both were feeling bad about today. Because of that, we both stayed silent throughout breakfast, as well as when my stuff was moved. So, my graduation ceremony ended in a hug to Carrie and Penny, and a polite bow to Mr. Landers. The dormitories were long white buildings, barely a story and a half tall, set next to the Pharmaceutical Company. This was to become where my second part of training would take place, set to ease me into my marriage. The halls were set up in cells, each room meant to house 2 girls, each with their own bathroom. Since I had been changed, "Out of season", as it was called; I had to be by myself with the entire dorm empty. This meant that my sense of homesickness for my benefactor's house was even worse than normal, having no distractions to ease me with fellow girls of my predicament. Thankfully they bent the rules and Penny was able to visit me every so often. Easing into marriage was tougher than easing into being a woman. I was tested on everything I had already been trained to do, my cooking etc. I thanked god after I was notified that my future husband asked if I would only put on as much makeup as one picture that had been sent. I forgot when they took them, but I was thankful to learn that it was the picture of me only wearing lipstick. So from then on it was the only form of makeup I carried around. They also checked my dressing habits, my choice of clothes not being their problem, but how I put them on. I was used to pinning my bra's under my chest, then yanking them up and slipping them around so that I could put my arms through the straps. This time, I had to pull the straps on and tie it in the back. Each piece of clothing had to be put on a certain way to enunciate grace. It bugged me to no end, though like everything else, I adapted, eventually calling it normal. The day came, the small formal party different from the normal larger one held when the girls were "in season." This meant that I was to be dressed in the best clothes that I had bought. A low cut red dress, that hung on my shoulders like a scarf, with a small amount of my back showing. I still marvel at how it hung up with only a small part of arm, and mostly breast to support it. This night was important, for it marked my wedding date as only a week away. So they decided that it was within my best interests to meet my husband. Assignments were sent do to requests, and each man who became employed at the Pharmaceutical Company, sent his request. My fiancee was the chemical management engineer, a fresh college boy, younger than me; I believe by a year. Though by my appearance, and our difference in height, I was the younger. I found it odd when the young, redhead, was introduced to me. I was told to curtsey, be very formal and debonair; all of the things that I was bad at. What appeared strangest to me, was the more I messed up at these ladylike things, the more my fiancee seemed pleased. It wasn't until later when I went to bed that I remembered that he had requested a wife who was somewhat tomboyish. Our first meeting went calmly. We were left alone. The meeting was also where I was given my ring, a nice 1/2 carat diamond on a gold band. I looked at it, blushing slightly. The whole meeting couldn't have been more than an hour, though in that short time I actually started to like him. I found him cute, sensitive, nice, and yet with enough dominance to meet my new submissive streak. We walked out together, on the porch, my head reaching up to look at the stars. There was a long silent pause, I hadn't shared much of my life, it wasn't expected of me, but I had wanted to tell him something. As I was considering this course of action, he lifted my chin up, almost as if preparing me. He leaned forward, our lips meeting together, my first real kiss as a woman. Sorry to say that was pretty much the end of our first meeting, the only time we were together unmarried. The rest of the week spent on trying to fit me for my wedding dress. First they started on my bust, which by now had set itself permanently at 34C. Next came my waist, and well everything else. Practice for the wedding was minimal, seen as not that important since it was to be a small affair, only two witness's the priest and the couple. I didn't learn until that day about the priest. Obviously they would work within my religion, it being on the ID I had on my person when I was caught. This way even if I did escape, my marriage would be considered legal and binding, forcing me to return. I wish my witness could have been Penny. That was not my decision, my witnesses ending up being one of the directors and my trainer at the dorms. Jonathan, my husband, carried me over our threshold into my new home. It was smaller than my benefactor's, longer than it was wide or high, being only 1 story. What interested me was that it contained the same amount of rooms. That was not my concern as I was gently laid on my bed, lightly jiggling on it. "Water bed." I simply commented as I smiled up at him. He put his face next to mine, a little nervous laugh creeping up into my throat. I knew what happened on wedding nights, and the little bit of James left inside my head was screaming for me to run like hell. Penny was one thing, but a husband and sex was another thing. However, I didn't run, I sat patiently as he slid his suit off, putting it on the chair and coming next to me in his pants and socks. He tapped his forehead, almost as if to ask me why I wasn't undressing. I let out a little smile, "Wedding Presents are meant to be unwrapped aren't they?" This must have made sense, as I was slowly undressed, my wedding dress being put lightly on top of his clothes, leaving me in only be panties and corset. I have never been happier in my life to get something off of my body. I leaned back, letting him slip the last remnants of clothes off of me. Which left me naked on the bed. We were both very slow about it, me because of the nagging yelling of what was left of my male persona in my mind, and the fact that he was trying to be gentle with his new small wife. Slowly I felt his body pressing against mine, feeling his presence against my womanhood. Finally it came, the slipping into my body, the slow thrust forward until he met slight resistance, and then the breaking of that resistance. We stayed like that, together for a small amount of time, before he began his thrust back into my body, my toes curling as what had been a sharp pain turned into a dull ache, finally becoming a pleasurable warmth. He continued, going into my body, my heat rising until, I was flipped. I found it odd to suddenly be moved from my piston movements to finding myself staring down. I shook, feeling my orgasm tapering, wanting to continue. He did this a few times, letting both of us rise only to come down again. He saw the annoyance rise in my face, smiling back at me, this time slamming into my body. I found out why we had stopped, each time we had built up, preparing for the last final glorious orgasm. I felt the electricity going throughout my entire body. Both of us falling into a small panting mess. We tried every night after that, a happy little routine starting each morning with me starting breakfast, him going to work, and then me starting my chores. Thanks to the machinery, I often finished before lunch. This allowed me to spend time at a small coffee shop with Penny, us being able to relax, go shopping, and generally talk. Until we had to run home and make dinner of course. In which I would sometimes give myself as the dessert. Or sometimes a nice pastry, though other times it was both. I started to notice after three months or so a difference in how I felt. It was harder for me to wake up in the morning. I had to pee on a constant basis, as well as having to nap more often. I suppose they wanted us to figure it out for ourselves, though I still do not understand why. I personally found out from Penny. We were sitting, just relaxing until we had to return home for our daily chores. I had my head on the table, being extremely quiet, while she explained how lucky her husband and she were. I lightly grunted, getting a small weed tickling my ear for it. She giggled. "I see you aren't very talkative today. I know the first is always a little hard to get used to. Though I am sure you will get used to it." I blinked at her, my tired demeanor causing her to have a larger fit of giggles. "I meant dear that since I am sure you and your husband have already. Well mated to put it in mild words, you are pregnant my dear. Whatever they use to make us woman, also makes us almost 100% fertile our first time. That is why new girls are always pregnant after marriage." My eyes were slightly bugging out, my throat dry. She handed me a glass of water, which I quickly drank. "I'm a mother?" I poked my fingers together, blushing slightly. Penny patted my back, smiling. "I am sure he already knows. And don't worry. I was saying that I just found out I am having my second. So your benefactor is going to be able to show you everything. OK?" Not surprisingly, I found this reassuring to say the least. ----------------------------------------------------------- My eyes drooped as I stared at the ceiling. Jonathan had found out before I could tell him, probably from the fact that he had been informed of my fertility. I got a nice dinner and some flowers out of the deal, as well as another night of love making. I considered it a good trade off. By the time I was looking at my ceiling in the early morning, I knew better. Six Months had passed, my stomach having transformed from the flat, firm stomach of a young girl, to the matronly belly of a six month pregnant woman. My eyes drooped at the moment from the fatigue. I had found that along with the side affects of having to pee all the time at the beginning, and the morning sickness, I was constantly napping. I would sometimes go grocery shopping with a full bag of groceries, and awaken in a chair in my house. I would have no idea how I had gotten there except that I had dozed off while walking and sleepwalked the whole way. Penny was my guardian angel at these times as always. When I had started to show in my third month, she had helped me buy maternity clothes. She had also taught me how to plan my schedule around naps, so that I could get my needed rest and still get my chores done. Jonathan was a darling at this time as well, helping me maintain the house clean, despite him being at work all day. And every day he would massage my feet and stomach with oils he bought after work. Making sure to massage my breasts as well, as around this time my nipples were extremely sore from the production of milk. The only reward he would ask in return being a simple request to sample my lactation. Other wives and husbands had sex while the women were pregnant. Penny had told me that her and her husband did it at least once a week, despite her ripening figure. I was nervous to say the least, though once again Jonathan told me that it was up to me. That day was cold, the snow having started to fall outside. I wrapped my robe tightly around myself. "9 O clock." I said as I checked the clock in the kitchen. I found that I was sleeping later and later now. I yawned, grabbing a small mug so that I could drink my usual morning cup of milk. I would normally have had coffee, but Penny told me that it was bad for a child's constitution if her mother drank too much coffee while she was in the womb. I found it odd that she was so sure my child was a girl. She had simply smiled her usual smile and told me, "You'll see." I had decided to stay indoors that day, relax and maybe finish a romance novel I had started to read. I was told by the bookstore owner that I was the only one to buy from that section of the romance section. It was probably because the stories had as much action as they did romance. Penny had teased me, telling me that I was the tomboy of the neighborhood. Everyone knew that already. I had joked back at her with that fact. The reason behind my decision had been that the snow was coming down rather hard. So I found it rather surprising to see my friend's familiar rounded figure coming up the driveway. Thankful that I had finished the dishes and spare chores earlier in order to relax. I creaked the door open, giggling slightly at how poor Penny was bundled up. "You look like a grizzly bear. I don't think Jonathan will want me to open my door to a grizzly bear do you?" I giggled more as I opened the door for her to come in. Penny pulled the hood off of her coat, giving me her famous look, pointing at my stomach. "You wear all this and you'll be a bigger grizzly than me." I fumed at that. She was right after all, even though we were almost a day apart on the conceiving of our children, and I was the shorter one of us and thus the wider one. She waved it off with a gesture of her hand, relieving my glumness over the tease. She slowly waddled to my room, sliding my closet door, and then pulling out all my winter clothes. "Well its time to go get her." "Get who?" I had questioned with a serious look of confusion at her. Penny had let out a long sigh, looking at me with her caring eyes. "Well we are short of women who haven't been benefactors before. Remember how you are a benefactor only once here?" I nodded my consent. "Well we are short on women, so they decided that you will get someone. It is the season when all the new girls come in. Remember, you were out of season?" I remembered how I had come in earlier in the year. I knew that I had been out of date, and extremely lonely without Penny. Now I was going to get to be someone's benefactor. I looked down at my swollen stomach; not exactly sure this was the best time. But Penny was adamant, making sure I got dressed warmly and not to tight, leading me out into the slowly falling snow to trudge to the Pharmaceutical Plant. After a long seminar on the responsibilities of a Benefactor, half of which I slept through, we were told which rooms to report to in order to pick up our girls. I waddled slowly to mine, wondering how I could stand getting bigger than I already was. Though now I was not to concern myself with that. So I slowly creaked the door open. The room was much like the one I had been in when I awoke. The single bed, empty with walls decked in femininity, and a simple light fixture. My eyes wandered to the bed at the young girl asleep upon it. Her long brown hair flowing down her back and brushed against her butt. She was very young, her body more lengthened than my own, her perky breasts covered slightly by her hair, the nipples pointing skyward. I sighed, walking over and giving her a light shake. "Come on. Rise and shine. Time to wake up." I saw the sky blue eye crack open. The girl stretched her arms, blinking at the short, pregnant woman in front of her. I pulled the straps to my bra, which I had to move up a cup due to the increase in my bust, and pulled a seat up. "If you will excuse me. The little one inside tires me out quickly." I smiled and sat down. The girl trying to look at her surroundings first, not noticing her new form. "Where am I?" She said after a few minutes of silence, her big blue eyes questioning me. I decided to answer her with a question of my own. "Well what is the last thing you remember?" She thought that one over and then nodded her head. "I remember going to this party for inductees. They told us all that we could make money...." She trailed off as she noticed the pitch in her voice, looking down at her body for the first time. I seriously did not know what reaction she would have. Though the reaction she gave was not what I expected. I expected her to freak out, or try to dismiss it. The least I expected was shock. Instead she slowly lifted her hands to her face, almost in wonderment. I thought it compared to a butterfly, which has just looked in a pool of water for the first time. "I'm a girl? But how? I was a boy just a few minutes ago." I explained to her how she had been asleep for some time, and that she had been transformed while she was asleep. She took it rather well. I think. I even saw a bit of excitement in her eyes. I yawned, wondering what I was going to teach this girl. Everyone in the area knew I was a tomboy. Yet I was supposed to teach this girl about feminine hygiene and makeup. I remembered giving Jonathan a special treat a couple days after our wedding for asking me to only wear lipstick. That show will remain between us two now. "What is your name?" I asked her, wondering what her male name had been before this predicament. After all I knew her new name was to be Rachel, but I was curious as to her original name. "Bi-billy." She said with a small voice as her hands reached down her thigh and noticed the softness between her legs. I think that was the only disappointment I saw in her, the fact that she was missing her vital manhood. She quickly bounced back with more curiosity. "Who are you?" I smiled, "I am Mrs. Derilin. Um and this is my kid." I patted my stomach, getting a small giggle from the new girl. "And here we have a system where I will be helping you ease mentally and socially into being a girl. It will make your marriage that much easier. There are a dozen things that it entails, but um we will best get to that later. I suppose the first thing we should do is buy you some new clothes." I handed her a pair of pink panties that had been given to me specifically for that purpose. " It shall be lonely without my husband I suppose. But you can keep me company." I smiled again, Rachel finding it very comforting. I snapped my fingers, making her jump. "OH sorry. Your new name is Rachel. I am referring to you mentally as such and not telling you your new name." She quickly slipped into the panties, blushing slightly that her breasts were not being covered; covering them with her arms. She quietly followed me out of the room, myself following the other benefactors out into a small room. There were at least 10 girls there. All taller than me, which kind of made me a little jealous. I suppose they had picked these girls from boys who were already physically effeminate. I also learned they picked them young, Rachel had been only 15 when they grabbed her. Usually they chose children whose parents were out of commission, dead, or didn't care. Rachel never told me what happened to hers, though I saw it hurt her dearly to think about it. Poor girl. All of the girls were lined in a row, each of them slightly nervous, wondering what had happened. I remember how I had been, even after I had been trained to handle such an event by the bureau. Though to tell the truth, it was hazy exactly who I had been trained by, why I had been trained, and why I pictured myself as a man. After all I was Mrs. Derilin, a happy housewife. Oh well, it was none of my concern. What was my concern was the bewildered girl under my care. I wondered what Jonathan was doing, ignoring the speech from the headmistress of the dorms. She had a way of droning on, and I preferred to play this by ear anyways. I now realized why he had gone on that business trip, probably some seminar, as he was supposed to be in charge of things that would keep him at home, rather than send him away. I came back to reality as all the other girls were handed long coats and thick shoes to deal with the cold outside. I saw Rachel looking at me, asking me with those lovely eyes what to do. I giggled, thinking how she had attached herself to me so quickly. I motioned her to a room for her to get dressed, walking in with her. She adapted rather well, not needing much help to clasp the bra on and fix her clothes together. I had gotten used to the buttons being on the other side by now. I forgot the awkwardness of it until she had a small bit of trouble, thinking she had turned it inside out, then finding out it was just an opposite placement of the buttons. While she went through this, I checked her file. She had been engaged to a William Dondli. I found it rather ironic that they shared that commonality: Billy and William. I laughed at the prospect, to the confusion of my young lady. Seemed he had wanted a coy, yet curious wife. One who would help him with his hobby of geology. It seemed a common interest. I almost gagged at his requests for make-up. A full set of light makeup with certain specifications on the cheeks and eyes. OH I was going to scream. We walked out into the snowy afternoon, deciding the best start to the day was a good meal pertaining of meats, vegetables, and lots of breads. I had not consumed a thing since I had that glass of milk, and the little one was demanding she be fed. So we sat in the warmth of a fire, my eyes noticing that Rachel was staring at my stomach. She gained enough courage to ask me. "Am I able to be? Like you are and?" She looked at her toes. I nodded. "We all were like you. And yes you will. IN fact I assure you, you will be a mother." She smiled at the idea, seeming to find it more comforting than I thought it would be. She was certainly not rebellious at all. She had already learned to answer to the name Rachel at all times. It was almost like the name Billy had never been a label to describe her. I thought it was a rather fast adaptation, I had no idea that the transformation normally had a subtle submissive effect on us. I was the exception, my mind being made semi-submissive, yet able to have some resistance. A heard a loud snap behind my ears, seeing Rachel's eyes follow up to someone behind me. "Ooh you got a cute one. How come I didn't get a cute one? That isn't fair." Penny teased me from behind, sitting her form next to me. "So what is her name?" Rachel looked to the floor and gave a cute little bow with her head, slipping the coat she was wearing past her sweater so that her cleavage showed. "My name is Rachel." I saw Penny taking a peek. I smacked her thigh. "Behave Penny." Penny giggled, bowing her head. "Good day Rachel. I am glad you have already learned your name. I am Penny, her old benefactor and best friend. She will teach you a lot of things. Though be careful, her husband wanted a tomboy for a wife and got one. So if you need super feminine advice, come visit me." She giggled, getting a curt pinch from me. She rubbed her leg. Rachel enjoyed our little motherly team, giggling at our behavior until Penny had to leave. After all she did have a little girl already to take care of. We sat for a few more minutes, me finishing my warm glass of milk and Rachel sipping on some hot chocolate. I thought how much she acted like a little girl, finding out about her body and taking things in stride. I envied her slightly. I decided to start her off on the exact same routine I had started on myself. This meant our first chore was shopping. Rachel had an excellent savvy for dresses, buying a couple red and dark blue ones that helped enunciate her hips and breasts. I could almost see them being pushed up by her chest. Reaching the limit of our credit left by her future husband, I decided to lead her home. I would cook for both of us after all, making sure to lecture her on the finer points. Rachel breezed through her lessons. She learned in a few hours of times what had taken me days. She learned from Penny how to put her make-up on flawlessly, getting into a routine of waking up early, much earlier than my condition would allow me, and primp and preen herself. Cooking was even easier, for she would always have breakfast ready for me when I woke up. I was quite flattered, even though my morning sickness disallowed me from eating it on a constant basis. She took it in stride, not complaining and taking to her duties with a renewed vigor. Even after she had her first period. I found she enjoyed her chores immensely. I actually questioned her old lifestyles, once out loud. She simply stated that it was a relief and much easier than her former life. I didn't pry beyond that, as often we forgot our former existence after a short while. I had forgotten most of what mine was, well except for my mother. They hadn't eradicated her from my mind. I wondered how she was doing at that moment, Rachel waving her hand past my face. She gave me a small smile, helping me up. I waved her away. "You aren't my maid now. I do wonder how we can properly train you for dealing with little children. After all my first is on the way." "I think I'll be fine." She told me, deciding that she would cook our dinner. Now with the snow having fallen down, I heavily depended on her for getting groceries when I was too tired. I will tell you one thing about being a woman and pregnant. Baths are a godsend. Hot ones in the middle of winter especially. I loved slipping into a warm bath with the sweet scents that I had bought to fill the room. I usually slipped into a nice warm bath when my feet ached, the warm water curing me of any ailments that my body might contain. That night I had concerned myself with simply re-organizing my book collection, having finished reading most of them. I would probably get more when Jonathan came home. He liked to buy his technical manuals and let me go for my novels. OH well, I suppose it was better than hoarding on magazines. I slowly slipped on a silk bathrobe I had gotten from one of the nurses at my gynecologist. She was a nice old lady, one who had said that the smoother the cloth the better I would feel. She was definitely accurate on that. I walked out into the hall, sitting at the table that I had so often used for conversations and meals. I stared at Rachel; she had decided to cook again, enjoying it more than anything else. She was wearing a thick flannel shirt that I had bought to keep me warm. Except for that I do not believe she was wearing a single thing. It went just to the edge of her waist, and I could see her bare butt facing towards me. I don't believe she had noticed me, as my eyes wondered over its firm roundness. I blushed as I flashed the thought of teaching her the kind of physical love my benefactor showed me. The blush did not come from any ethics. All the wives were bisexual; something all of our husbands had wanted. That was the reason why Penny had treated me to my first female orgasm, and why I planned to teach Rachel the same thing. Rachel turned around, smiling at me as she peeled the potato in her hand. She was very neat in everything, from how she cooked, to the clean triangle she had trimmed near her crotch. I smiled as I thought of how cute her little vagina looked. It reminded me that she was still mentally a little girl, desperately trying to prepare her mind. I spent the rest of the day knitting, I had started on a blanket for the crib we had already set up in our room and wanted to finish it before the baby came. Rachel herself studied up on her sewing, it being the only trait she had not been able to get down pat quickly. We spent that time in the living room, sitting on the couch with our respective works, until we had passed a good amount of time and I had added a foot of cloth to my project. I smiled at it, looking at the girl across from me. She had put down her sewing, and was looking towards the front door. I knew she was thinking about something, most likely an old memory that she was learning was harder to bring up. I took this chance, sliding in next to her, wrapping my blanket up along with its equipment. "Rachel?" I said, making her jump up a little in her seat. She blushed slightly, twisting her head back. "Sorry. I was just daydreaming a little. And um thinking of how long I have left." I gave her a sweet motherly smile that had become the facet of my face recently. I knew she only had a week, and that she feared separation from me. I had the same type of problems when I was at her phase. I was glad that she would have plenty of friends to spend time with in the dorms. I quickly had my arm around her shoulder, letting her lean back against my shoulder. "Its alright. I understand. Um there is one more thing I have left to teach you." She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with that interest they always did when I was going to teach her something about her new life. Though I found that the thought of what I was about to teach her made me blush. "Well we do have to please our husbands. Sexually. I was wondering if you had done anything to yourself yet?" I never knew a girl's face could turn that red, her body pulling away and her eyes downcast at her hands. She stuttered heavily, "N-n-no. But. But I wanted to. I just was too." I leaned in and kissed her cheek, winking with a mischievous grin on my face. " Is my naughty girl saying she wanted to take her first orgasm for herself? Tsk Tsk. I am so glad you didn't." Rachel gave me a look of extreme embarrassment, my hands lightly touching her neck. "Alright I will teach you how to self pleasure yourself properly." I touched her hands, her resistance falling, her extreme trust in me taking over. I knew they're were stages to making her fully docile. The first were non-sexual, making her live her future routine, then came her first orgasm, her first time with her husband, and the last stage in which I was in: motherhood. I pushed her hands downward, pulling the large warm shirt she was wearing up, slowly unbuttoning it. I pulled it to the side, revealing one of her pert, youthful breasts. I took her right hand, forcing her to cup the well formed flesh, closing the fingers around the red nipples. They engorged against her hand. She jumped a little at the odd sensation. I knew it was a common occurrence, the first notion of our impending excitement. She slowly kneaded it in her hand, rubbing her nipple harder, her cheeks staying a semi-flush. "Good?" I asked her, her answer coming in a small nod. Now I had to get her to truly reach her plateau. I reached her left hand down, using my other hand to ease her legs open. She knew where I was directing her, easing her hand against it, pulling one of the lips to the side. She jumped back a little, which was nice since the angle I was at was uncomfortable for my girth. Her fingers knew what to do, making sure to flip the engorging labia to the side in order to insert a finger. She gasped at it, the flush in her lips growing. I helped her, teasing my finger against her hardening clit. "Wh-what is this emptiness?" She gasped out as I realized the feeling. I helped her, stretching my hand out to slip her other fingers into herself. She started to pump them in and out in instinctual need. I kissed her cheek, still teasing the little nub near my fingers. Suddenly her legs clenched against our hands, her right hand squishing her breast; her mouth letting out a loud sucking of air. Rachel had her first female orgasm. I kissed her forehead. "Nice wasn't that?" She gave me a wea