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Tom sat in the back seat of the car moodily as it wove its way down the dusty road, glancing over the shred of paper that he blamed for his current predicament. As a 18-year-old, he found the idea of being forced to stay at a summer camp while his parents were taking a long business trip to Europe ridiculous... but, his parents were relatively old-fashioned, and didn't think that anybody younger than 70 should be at home alone, it seemed. Plans had been for him to stay with his grandmother for the three months (a fate worse than death if such a thing existed), but then his father had come home one day with this piece of paper... It had come from some sort of fetish magazine that he'd confiscated from one of his students - he'd noticed the ad as he flopped the magazine down on his desk. Why such a thing was in such a smut rag was beyond him, but the offer was enticing... 'USMC Summer Military Academy Ages 18+ welcome. *Get the one-on-one attention that you deserve! *Learn the weapons that will redefine the modern theater of war! *Become a new you! Only $150 for a three-month program!' Below followed a small address and contact information. And that address had led them... here. A gravel road in the middle of nowhere. They hadn't seen a house for miles, let alone anything along the lines of a military academy. Tom snorted, shoving the slip of paper into his pocket and closing his eyes. With luck, maybe it would turn out to not be here... Thirty minutes of attempted sleep later, his hopes were shattered as his father woke him. "Hey, I think we're here." He glanced up, and it was as his father had said. Along the roadside, labeling a small shaded roadway leading to the right, was a large sign- 'USMC Summer Military Academy.' As Tom sighed dejectedly, the car turned, proceeding down the roadway toward the academy. After several minutes, the trees around the road parted, leading to a large, open field with ten or so squat buildings in the middle. That was to be expected, but what was in the field definitely wasn't. Dozens... maybe hundreds of young women, doing every manner of recreational activity covered much of the field. A row of sunbathers lined the area next to the road, and Tom could see games of football, badminton, volleyball, and softball just at a brief glance. He could see the disbelief on his father's face, and felt it mirrored on his own, too. If this is the type of thing I'll see out my window every day, Tom thought, inspecting the crowd of beautiful girls, I just might get to enjoy it here... His father slowed the car to a stop, rolling down his window and waving over a young blond girl from a nearby game of soccer. The girl jogged over, waving. "Howdy! Are you gentlemen lost?" Tom's father glanced around the field again and turned back to the girl. "I... think we might be. Is this the way to the USMC camp?" The girl nodded, "Oh! You're new, that explains it. Yep, this is the place you're lookin' for, alright." She grinned and stuck her head in the car, glancing back to Tom. "Don't worry, sugar, everybody's first time is a bit scary, but I'm sure y'all will fit right in." Tom grinned weakly, both pleased that he'd merited such attention from such a fine-looking woman and annoyed that she thought he was scared of the prospect of being at a summer camp. The girl pulled her head out of the car, turning her attentions back to his father. "Is that all you needed, sir?" "Yes... thank you very much, miss." Rolling the window back up, the car puttered to life again, taking off down the road toward the squat buildings. "I still don't think this looks like any Marine camp I've ever seen..." Tom nodded silent agreement... it didn't look like one, but with all these beautiful girls around, he wasn't going to complain about the deviation from his expectations. The car pulled to a stop in front of what they assumed to be the main building, a squat brick structure with murals on the wall. Tom didn't get a good look at them on the brief trip in, but they seemed to involve a line of women saluting. They entered the air-conditioned lobby and drew up to the small desk there. A statuesque raven-haired woman sat behind it; she greeted the two with a warm smile. "New members, I assume?" Tom's father nodded, then hesitated and shook his head. "Just one... He's a new member, I'm going home. But, er, I have to ask... this is the USMC camp, isn't it? I asked a girl out front, but... well, it didn't look like I'd expected." "Oh, don't worry about that." The girl pulled out a clipboard full of forms and began filling them in. "It's just the day before the camp officially begins, so everybody's just out enjoying their selves. I assure you, though, most of them are part of the finest fighting force on this planet..." She proffered the pen and clipboard to Tom. "I'll just need you to fill this out." Tom nodded silently, taking the two and sitting down. Name? Tom Landworthy. Age? 18... (Natural) Gender? An odd way to phrase it, but male. First-time visitor? Yes. Religious beliefs that prevented sex before marriage? Tom was starting to get weirded out... but 'no.' After that, though, the form got rather more normal. Immunizations, contact information, allergies... Tom finished the remainder of the forms quickly and returned them to the receptionist. She gave them a cursory glance, and, appearing satisfied, tucked them under the desk. "Well, that'll do it. I'll call for somebody to pick you up and help you get oriented." Turning to his father, she made a dismissive gesture. "And you're free to go now, sir." Tom's father leveled a gaze at him, then gave the standard line for such situations. "Well, I'll see you in three months, then. Be good, try to make some friends. Your mother and I will have our cell phones with us if you want to call us; grandma will still be in the States, so call her for emergencies." He leaned forward and gave his father a brief hug. "Yeah, see you in three months, pops." His father left, and Tom took a seat to await his guide's arrival. It didn't take long. After only a few minutes of waiting, a girl entered from a side door... though whether the word 'girl' could be used for her was really in the air. She did, indeed, look to be in her late teens at the latest... but she wore a black latex catsuit that was nearly painted on. She walked up to him with a warm smile- not that Tom noticed, as he was more entranced by the way her ample breasts bounced with each click of her stiletto heels. "Good afternoon," she purred, "I assume you're the new recruit?" Unable to speak rationally in the presence of that glorious chest, Tom nodded slowly. The woman traced his eyes down to her bosom and then giggled. "Oh, don't worry, you'll be outfitted soon enough. For the time, though, how about I show you to your room and take any questions you have?" Without even waiting for his response, she turned and walked swiftly through the door she'd entered; Tom scrambled to catch up. Drawing up alongside her, he began voicing his questions. "So, uh... where are all the guys? I didn't see many outside. I mean, uh, I'm not one of those super-conservatives who don't want women in the army, I think it's great that you're all able to do this stuff when your ancestors couldn't..." Realizing he was rambling, Tom drew off. "Uh. But I was just wondering." She glanced at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Men? Why would there be men here?" "I, er, just thought that there were a few more men than women in the Marines?" The woman stopped, looking baffled for a moment before giggling again and looking him over. "The Marines? Hun, I think you've been misinformed." Tom frowned. "This is the USMC base, right...? United States Marine Corps...?" This time, her giggling went on for a full half-minute. "No! I mean, well, it does stand for that, but I'd think you'd be familiar with the cause if you saw our ads... We're the United Sapphic Militant Corps. Where'd you see the ad, kid?" "I... I'm not sure. It was in some magazine that my dad took from a student of his..." "... oh. So, you're not a member of the... cause?" "I... guess not. What 'cause' are we talking about?" Feeling more and more like he had made a big mistake by agreeing to come here, Tom backed up slightly from the woman. "Oh my... Newbie, this really isn't the camp you were looking for. Now, though, you've heard too much for us to let you leave without going through the course..." "What?! But... well. What kind of camp is it, then?" She shook her head, a bemused grin on her face. "I'll tell you once we reach your room for the night. You'll need to be sitting down first." A few more minutes got them to his room... though it didn't look anything like any room he'd envisioned at a camp. The room was sterile white with a tile floor, and the only furniture was a small examination table, a stool, a wall mirror, and a large appliance that looked like an oversized washing machine. Motioning for him to sit on the examination table, the woman pulled up the stool and immediately launched into her explanation. "We are a military camp... but not the American military. We're more... independent, though we have quite a few members in high-ranked positions of the militaries of several countries. Like I said before... we're the United Sapphic Militant Corps." Tom settled on the plush table uneasily. "Okay, so... what's that, then?" "Well... we started out as a society of lesbians bent on world domination, I guess. Some sort of witches' coven in England a long time ago, if the stories are to be believed... Since we got the appropriate transformation magic around the 1400s, though, we've mostly just been a group of individuals who think that the world would be nicer and more peaceful if everybody was a woman." "What?! But...!" Tom stared at her, bewildered, for several minutes after this revelation. "... you're not going to kill me because I'm a guy, are you?" The woman grinned again, turning around and fiddling with the controls on the side of the giant washer-thing. "Of course not... We are, after all, a peaceful society. After what you've heard, though, we can't let you leave without undergoing training or wiping your memories... and wiping your memories will probably leave you as a drooling vegetable for the rest of your life." "Listen, if you just let me go, I'll swear to never say anything about it... I don't even understand what you're talking about, rea-" The woman raised a hand, cutting him off. She turned from the box, fixing a sympathetic smile on him. "I understand how you feel... But you can't leave without a memory wipe or the training. And, while you're thinking about it, I'll just say this - you will become a girl, for your duration at this camp, if you go through with the training. Take your time." As off-handedly as if she'd just told him the time, the woman turned around and returned to fiddling with the device. "A woman?! But... how?! Why? I don't understand..." "You don't need to. Just accept it. You have ten minutes to choose - drooling vegetable or temporary woman." As unsavory as he found the latter choice, the former was even worse. After several minutes of thinking to reassure himself that it was the correct choice, Tom sighed and dejectedly stated. "I guess I'll take the stupid training..." The stool whirled around, the woman grinning. "Good! Let me explain how we do things around here, then. Since we're a covert society, we give everybody who joins a new body, so they don't have to worry about being recognized if they're out in public or on somehow caught on TV in an attack... When a woman or man who's experienced with transsexualism joins - you'd be surprised how common that is - we just let them make their own bodies. With men who have never been a woman, though... well, we tried letting them choose their own bodies at first, but they tend to have warped ideas of what works and end up being wheeled around on stretchers until we can reduce their boobs enough for them to walk. So, your body will be chosen by your immediate superior." She waved a hand over her shoulder, indicating the giant white cube-machine. "And this is the first step. Any final questions before we start getting you ready?" Tom blinked, bewildered at the information overload. "Er... who's my immediate superior? Do I get to, like, give them some input first...? "Every new recruit has a commanding officer... and every new recruit who's new to being a woman or to same-sex relations in general has a one-on-one pairing with an officer to ensure that they get all of the lessons that they need." She grinned lecherously as Tom bitterly reflected on the pamphlet's promise of 'one-on-one attention.' Seeing his frown, the woman patted his shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry... I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay with us. Are you ready to get started?" With a dramatic sigh, Tom nodded. "I guess so. What do I do?" "Strip naked and climb in." She pulled open a door on the machine, revealing a large padded interior. Tom reached down and began pulling off his shirt, but then hesitated upon noticing that the woman was remaining. "Uh. Can I get some privacy?" "No. I need to make a few last-minute calibrations to the machine. Besides..." She glanced at him with a grin, "You don't have anything that I didn't have for the first twenty four years of life." She winked and bent over to resume fiddling with controls. Now thoroughly freaked-out... but grudgingly accepting that it was probably safe to strip... Tom removed the rest of his clothing and carefully clambered into the machine. The interior was a padded enclosure, just large enough for him to curl up in. The cushioned walls were warm, and pressing against him, he could almost feel that he was in a giant womb. The woman peeked her head in. "Okay... I'm setting it to begin now. Good luck, kid, I look forward to seeing you around camp afterward." With a final wink, she shut the door, leaving Tom to his thoughts in the pitch-black darkness. Soon, though, he tasted a light chemical odor, a tingling smell slightly like bleach and cinnamon mixed together. Drifting off to sleep under the influence of the gas, Tom's body slowly began to shift... The amount of time that he spent in the machine was never apparent afterward; it had to be more than a few hours, and was probably less than a week. He spent the period in a deep slumber, but suddenly found himself to be awake. Twisting in the warm fabric, he wondered idly how much longer his imprisonment would continue for. The answer, it turned out, was four seconds. The door slid open with a quiet hiss, letting the sterile white light of the room filter in, temporarily blinding him. Not wasting any more time, Tom climbed out, glancing around the room for any sign of his rescuer. There was none. Nor was there any sign of his clothing. All that was in the room was the same furniture as before, and a small pile of new clothes on the examination table. On top of them, a small hand-written note. 'I'll be with you in a few minutes - One of my courses finishes up as you're scheduled to be released.' Tom felt that he should be curious about the author of this note, but... he found it hard to think. Actually, that was incorrect. He was thinking perfectly clearly, he just found it hard to worry too much or question that they were right. Absently trying the door to make sure it wasn't unlocked, he sat down and waited, inspecting the clothing. It was nothing special, just a white hospital gown devoid of undergarments or anything decorative. When he went to put it on, though, he got the first good glimpse of his body since he'd left the device. He wasn't female. Not by a longshot. Nor was he male... Glancing up to the mirror, his natural instinct to panic dulled by whatever influence he was under, Tom inspected his new reflection. Facing him in the mirror was a purely androgynous creature, something like the essence of a human without identification. He was moderately tall and thin, with almost no fat or musculature to define his form. His entire body was hairless, including the top of his head, and his eyes had taken on a neutral grey tone. And where his cock should be... there was a flat expanse. Nothing but another patch of empty skin with a small hole that he assumed to be his urethra marring it. He ran his hands up and down the body as if he couldn't believe it was real... And then turned around as the door clicked shut behind him. Entering was a young redheaded woman, wearing a simple shorts and t-shirt combination. A brief glance at her chest showed that she was both quite well endowed and not wearing a bra, her beautiful assets jiggling freely with each step. Her red hair extended slightly past shoulder- length, and her brilliant green eyes sparkled slightly as she caught Tom inspecting his new body. She addressed him, her voice a thick Irish brogue, "Strange, isn't it? 'Tis always a shock to the new ones... they got t'sleep an' expect t'wake up lookin' like a supermodel an' find out they look more like a mannequin." She chuckled lightly, holding out a delicate freckled hand. "M'name's Anne Lausch, an' I'll be yer sergeant for yer first few weeks." He turned and nodded weakly. "So... you're the one who'll be giving me my new body?" Upon speaking, he noticed that his voice had gone up slightly. It still wasn't as high as most womens', but it also sounded too high to be male. Anne nodded. "That'll be me, yes. Th' first order of business is t'get you in your new body... I kin do the mental parts afterwar'." She smiled gently and began disrobing. "Don' worry... most new recruits are scared o' their first time, but I'll try t'keep it short n' sweet." She tossed away her t-shirt, revealing her lovely rounded breasts, and bent over, unbuttoning her shorts. Tom blinked, shockedly, at the display of nudity and turned his head. "Uh... why are you doing that?!" Anne chuckled. "Ye'll see soon enough, friend. Fer now, just climb on the table an' wait." Tom was very hesitant to obey- he'd never been promiscuous, and the idea of sitting idly while a girl undressed in front of him went against much of his personality. Something in him, though, assured him that it would be alright. Distractedly, he pushed himself onto the examination table, noting that he was several inches shorter than he had been before. Anne finished undressing, walking over to the table with a coy smile as she watched Tom's gaze follow her. "There's only one way t'mold a body, you see, an' that's by touch. Don't worry, I'll take it slow since 'tis your first time..." Without even waiting for a response, she leaned forward, wrapping Tom in an awkward hug that pressed her breasts against him. She started by stroking his head with her right hand, a motion that felt almost like she was petting the bald skin. After several seconds, though, Tom realized with shock that he could feel her hand brushing on hair. Reaching up, he felt the top of his head. Sure enough, he could feel a thick head of hair, growing rapidly. Within a few more seconds, the hair flopped down far enough to cover his eyes. He reached up to brush it away, prudely avoiding Anne's naked form in front of him in the process. The hair was a deep raven color, striated with a dark reddish brown, and extended to just above his shoulders when she was finished. Anne backed off with a smirk, examining her handiwork. "I like it... I think you'll look better with these, though." She reached under the table into a small cabinet. Rummaging through it briefly, she arose with two hair scrunchies, pulling Tom's hair back and binding it. Tom reached back to feel it again, discovering that she'd stuck his hair in... pigtails. Seeing his disgusted frown, Anne chuckled. "Don't worry, 't will look good when we're finished. Now, for your face..." Anne bent down, coming face-to-face with Tom. After a short period of consideration, she reached out to gently stroke it. Tom could feel his facial features shifting under the attention, though to what, he couldn't tell. Suddenly, Anne thrust her face forward and wrapped her arms around him, her lips engaging his. He felt her tongue wriggle its way into his mouth. Resisting in disgust at first, he soon gave up and accepted, then began lightly returning the attention. He could feel his lips changing against hers, expanding and growing more padding. She drew away, smiling, as Tom still reeled from the kiss. "WARN me before you d-" He drew off. His voice, formerly a decent masculine tenor, was now a soprano... maybe an alto. Definitely female, and breathy, the entire thing suggesting fragility and beauty. After several seconds to adjust to the change, he said through gritted teeth, "... warn me before you do things like that again." Anne chuckled. "Fine, alright... I just thought it might be a nice surprise. What comes next, though, are the big parts..." She leaned forward as if inspecting his face again. Tom backed away, ending up lying down on the table. Anne climbed up, taking a position above him. He spoke again with the tinny feminine voice. "What... what are you doing now?" "Oh, you'll see..." She rose to her knees, straddling his genderless crotch as her hands reached down and began twisting his small nipples. Tom stared, passively. The sensation felt odd, but he couldn't feel any changes... then, he noticed that the nipples were growing under her attentions. The areolas swelled, both covering more area of his chest and thickening. As they thickened, they became more sensitive, and Tom soon found that the sensation of having them twisted felt quite good, despite himself. He grunted lightly. Anne grinned. "Now for step two..." She released the nipples lightly. As her hands drew away, Tom saw them, now far too large to look natural on his flat chest. Before he could really inspect them, though, Anne's hands descended to cover them again, the palms open, and began kneading the flesh around the nipples. Almost immediately, it began swelling, pressing outward and raising the flesh for her to cup in her hands. Along with the growth came a renewed sense of pleasure, and Tom was soon too busy enjoying the sensation to be shocked that he now had a set of pert breasts. Anne continued kneading and pulling at the flesh, continuing until Tom had two finely-formed small mounds on his chest. As she drew her hands away, he reached up to lightly touch them, as if afraid they'd shatter if she touched them too hard. The breasts felt both firm and soft; reassured by this cursory test he cupped one in each hand and softly squeezed them. He glanced up at Anne, dazedly mumbling, "You... gave me breasts." Anne continued her seemingly ever-present grin. "Aye, that I did... and now for the part that'll make ye truly a member of the group..." She scooted down the table further, bending over to inspect his memberless crotch. Tom pushed himself up on his elbows, his new breasts weighing down slightly as he rose to a position nearer vertical. Feeling just that weight, he suddenly understood much more why women wore bras. One hand still disbelievingly stroking his new breasts, Tom watched as Anne bent over and teasingly probed the flat space between his legs with a tongue. The skin caved under its touch, slowly receding. She bend down, the tongue pushing deeper and deeper as it carved out more space. A brilliant feeling of pleasure quickly accompanied it, and a light peppering of curly dark black-red hair to match that on top of his head soon sprouted. As quickly as the sensation had started, though, it stopped as Anne sat up to look at Tom, smiling. "That takes care of the important parts... but now we have to do all of the general work." Glancing down at his body, Tom could see what she meant. The breasts and his newly-formed vagina definitely proclaimed his body to be female, but... the shape itself was still adrogynous. The legs, hips, and stomach were all devoid of curves and easy to mistake as belonging to a man. "Uh... what do we do to make that happen?" Tom blinked, still surprised at the delicate voice coming from his mouth. Anne smiled and crawled forward to meet his eyes again. "You can just consider it your first lesson in lesbian sex." One of her hands reached under the table, pulling out what Tom could see was a rather large dildo as she leaned forward for another kiss. She pushed him to the table gently, her tongue probing between his lips as her probing hand below found the right spot and thrust the dildo in. With it came a spike of pain, but one that was quickly washed over by a wave of pleasure. Moaning in delight, Tom reached an arm up to wrap around Anne and pull her closer, their breasts brushing together, as his other hand grabbed one of his own breasts and began twisting the nipple, lightly kneading the flesh in a manner that sent waves of tingling through him. Anne relaxed, her body settling on top of his as she sat her supporting hand on top of his, the two grasping the breast together. The dildo's rapid pace picked up, causing the waves of pleasure rolling through Tom's body to grow more and more intense. He began fiercly kissing Anne back, their tongues rubbing together as he twined his legs around hers. For a brief moment, he felt that he was experience as much joy as was humanly possible... and then Anne sat up, retracting the dildo and tossing it to the side. "I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things," she told him with a grin, "But we can't have you climaxing just yet. That was just the warm-up..." She turned her back to him, then backed up until her head was even with his slit. He felt the pleasure resume as her tongue began darting in and out, lightly brushing his clitoris. Noticing that hers was above him, he considered. Normally, the idea of sticking his tongue inside somebody else's body would repulse him... but something in the back of his mind, the same voice that had urged him to go along with Anne, lusted to have a taste of it. With nothing left to lose, Tom leaned up slightly into field of neatly-trimmed red fuzz, his tongue entering Anne's body. The voice in the back of his mind had been right. The taste of the juices flowing in Anne's slit raised his lust to new heights. His hands reached up and began fondling her butt as his tongue hungrily slid in and out of the pussy. He could hear Anne giggle muffledly in shock and delight, all the while still lapping away at his new slit. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rolled over him as he climaxed. Several seconds later, he could hear her delighted wail as she did the same, warm juices cascading into Tom's mouth, which he greedily gulped down. The taste of the juices seemed to trigger a latent part of the effect; Tom could feel his body twisting into a new shape as he laid down again, staring at Anne's body above him through a haze of pleasure. For several minutes, he laid there, barely aware of the world around him as his body emanated popping and slurping sounds, rearranging itself internally, and Anne dressed, her face flushed from the passion of the moment. His vision of the room abruptly went blurry; his eyes strained to re-focus, but they couldn't do well with any distant objects. Finally coming to to realize that a now-dressed Anne was standing over him, smiling softly, Tom sat up. "That... that was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt. Thank you..." Anne grinned, reaching out to stroke a pigtail. Tom could see now that either Anne had grown or he had shrunk, by several feet. He barely came up to her breasts when sitting on the raised table. He reached up to clasp the hand in his hair with a smile, noticing that his hands were now small enough for Anne to easily cup. "So... what now?" "Now..." Anne said, releasing the pigtail, "I wrap e'erything up. Yerr body's ready, but yer mind still needs s'me tunin'... The machine should've put you inna suggestive and submissive state..." Straightening up, looking suddenly busy, she intoned lightly, "Are you prepared to take orders?" Tom felt control of his body slip away. Something within him, the voice that had urged compliance, stepped forward and wrest the controls out of his hands. "Yes, mistress." "Good... Yer new name will be Tomoko. Do ye unnerstand?" Tom felt himself nod, as this new bit of information washed through his mind. "Yes, mistress. My name is Tomoko." "I don' wanna change much with yer personality... 'tis against our rules ennyway. Ye will, however, wanna read th' USMC rulebook once ye get to yer room t'night, so I don' have to explain 'em to ye. Also, ye will talk wi' a thick Japanese accent t'match yer new body, do ye unnerstand?" Tomoko nodded. "I understand, mistress. Tomoko will speak with thick accent." Her new voice now tried to squeeze every word into phonetic Japanese pronunciations, pronouncing 'mistress' more along the lines of 'misturessu.' Tomoko could feel her grasp of English eroding away; she could still understand the language perfectly, but her grammar would forever be imperfect while she was in this form. Anne smiled, giving her new pet one last kiss for the time being. "I've gotta be off, then. Got s'me work t'finish up before I kin continue breakin' ye in tonight- it should give ye plen'y of time to read up on th'rules, ennyway. Ye'll find yer new clothes in the cabinet beneath th' table." With that, Anne turned and left the room; Tomoko could feel the overriding personality slip away from her, leaving her with her own free will. The first thing she did was turn and inspect herself blurrily in the mirror, her vision still unclear from whatever Anee had done to her eyes. She was bowled over by the changes she saw. She'd known that she looked radically different, but seeing the body as a whole for the first time was nearly overwhelming. Where Tom Landworthy was 6' 4" tall, Tomoko was probably not quite five. Beautiful B-cup breasts rested atop a curvy torso that led down to her well-padded behind and lightly furred vagina. Her arms and legs were both delicately thin and athletic, looking like she could excel in sports. Her eyes were ever-so-slightly too big and slanted, nestled under thin arched eyebrows; coupled with her new, slightly darker skin tone, it was easy to see what Anne had been aiming for in naming her Tomoko. Her lips were slightly full and pouty; not the thick lips of a whore- hers were just thick enough to look youthful and beautiful. She stood rapt at her own reflection for several minutes before she resolved to get dressed and go to her new room. Tomoko walked over to the cabinet under the table, finding that she barely had to bend over with her new height. She opened the first drawer- vibrators, nipple clamps, a riding crop, three dildos, two bottles of baby oil, a pair of handcuffs, a strap-on, and two ball gags. It was obvious that some more seasoned people had been broken in in this room! In the next drawer, she found what she was looking for- her outfit. She pulled it out to find it was as she'd expected: Japanese gakuseifuku, complete with baggy socks and bows to tie in her ponytails, along with a properly-sized bra and panties. She slid into them, savoring the feel of the smooth silk against her skin. Underneath the seifuku was a pair of small silver glasses with oval lenses; putting them on, her vision problems instantly cleared up. Quickly suiting up with the remainder of the clothing, Tomoko turned to inspect herself in the mirror again. She was a vision of beauty and innocence wrapped up in one; a delicate Japanese girl in seifuku and glasses with pigtails. Her breasts rounded out the clothing nicely, without looking slutty or too eager. The skirt stopped just far enough up to remain tasteful, but still reveal plenty of her legs. Her shoes were a tasteful black, with just enough heel on them to stick her ass out slightly, filling the skirt, and to give her a beautiful bounce when she walked. Satisfied with what she saw, Tomoko exited the room, walking to her new habitation with Anne. She found the room easily, automatically knowing how it was somehow, thanks to the programming the machine had given her. One half of the room was clearly Anne's, already decorated. It was plastered with posters for various bands interlaced with cheesecake shots of Japanese idols in innocent outfits much like she was now wearing. The other half of the room... was hers. The walls were barren, and it contained only a bare bed, already made and with a thick book titled, 'USMC Handbook' sitting on the covers, a dresser, and a closet. Inspecting the dresser and closet, Tomoko found herself to be the proud new owner of about twenty sets of identical seifuku- that Anne had an obsession with the theme would seem to be an understatement. Tomoko took off her shoes and daintily sat on the bed, picking up the USMC Handbook and getting to reading. The first part of the book recapped mostly what she'd already been told- the USMC had originally just been a witches' coven in the island now known as England who intended to conquer the Earth with dark magic. Over time, though, they'd found that they could have enough amusement with each other to make world conquest a far second goal... and eventually changed their goal to simply making all members of the world beautiful lesbians, so they could share the wonderful gift that they had found. The group had slowly expanded since, particularly after the discovery of magic to make straight women lesbians in the mid 1200s, then one several easy ways to make men female in the 1400s. Since then, they had mostly just increased the speed and accuracy of the changes, all the while slowly swelling their ranks. Since then, they'd been spoken of in reverent tones among the circles of those who knew of them, and became a refuge for those whose preferences weren't in line with society's. This segued in to a long section of rules (the camp was quite open- minded as far as sex went, but distinctly forbade students to do things like blow up the plumbing), which then proceeded to a course listing; everything from Transmorphic Witchcraft I to Erotic Magic For the Advanced Student (Instructor's permission required). After what seemed like hours of attentively poring over the book, Tomoko was startled at the noise of Anne abruptly opening the door. She sat down a bag and smiled to her charge, "So, what d'ye think? It's nae much, but it's home." Tomoko sat the book down, responding in her Asiatic lilt that she still found hard to adjust to. "I think is nice... Just wish that I had decoration for my side of room." Anne nodded. "I'll show ye where the supply room is inna bit. Th' first classes fer new recruits such's yerself are t'morrow mornin'. Ye'll be goin' through basic trainin' for the first few weeks, an' once they've made sure ye're well-trained an' wanna be part o' the movemen', they'll prob'ly give ye an active position, then a sergeant rank like mine. 'Tis na hard to rise in rank quickly inna USMC. Th' higher ranks move slowly, but we always be needin' more sergeants to break in the recruits." Tomoko nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "What about Mistress? How did you join?" Anne chuckled, falling backward onto her bed and waving a remote at a stereo on the wall, which began to quietly play a song that Tomoko couldn't recognize. "Ye don't need ta call me Mistress, Tomoko. Anne'll do. An' I joined against me will, just like you. The USMC attacked me hometown... We do it once or twice a month, attack towns n' haul offa group o' new recruits. More often tha' not, people're willin' to join when th' alternative is a brainwash. Me, I was just a geek from a small town you ain't heard of in West Virginia. Me first sergeant had a thing fer Irish girls y'see, an' here I am. Ne'er been happier, lass, an' don't ye forget it." Tomoko smiled, walking over to lay by Anne as she considered thoughtfully, "I had been wanting to leave... but right now, am happy. I guess... will stay here and give a try." Anne smiled and kissed Tomoko on the forehead again. "Glad t' hear it; yer my first conversion. Speakin' of which, I brought ye a little surprise..." She crawled across the bed, and Tomoko could hear her rummaging in the bag. "Don' turn aroun' now." Tomoko remained obediantly staring forward, her hands in her lap. "What is surprise?" "Well, I had t' rush things when I broke ye in- I prefer t' do things more slowly, norm'lly." Tomoko could hear the slight pop of a bottle being uncapped, then a low squelching sound as Anne spread something on her hands. "So, I wanted to give ye a proper welcome." Without any further hesitation, Anne scooted across the bed and stuck her hands up the back of Tomoko's shirt. Her hands were coated in baby oil, and began expertly massaging her back. Tomoko relaxed with a sigh, the exquisite back massage loosening her nerves and making her almost limp. "Feels good. You give good massage for 'geek.'" Anne chuckled, working her way up Tomoko's back. "Issa course I took in Spring. Massage Arts I. Always knew it'd come in handy." She slowly continued upward, her hands kneading the flesh and raising the shirt behind it. Reaching the height of the Asian girl's bra, she undid the clasp, working her hands forward to spread the oil across the surface of her breasts. Reveling in the surprise, Tomoko soon found herself to be giggling. She abruptly drew off upon the realization. "Tomoko just... giggled?" Anne's massage reached her shoulders, tossing the top off and leaving her half-naked. "Ye'll be doin' a lot o' that now, lass... life's too short t' not giggle!" With a light giggle herself, she leaned up and swiped her tongue across a patch of Tomoko's neck. "Tell me, did ye ever have sex when ye were a man?" Tomoko blushed. "Did not get the chance..." Anne nodded. " I thought as much... ye seem to not have enny idea what t'do unless I point it out t'ye." She grinned lecherously, "An' I'm gonna change that. Are ye ready to take a comman'?" Tomoko felt the other consciousnesss slip over her. "Yes, Anne?" "Lay down on th' bed, Tomoko. 'm gunna tie ye up and show ye some... tricks." The next thing she knew, Tomoko was on the bad, lashed spread-eagled to the four corners, with a ball gag in her mouth. Both of them were naked, and Anne was standing over her, inspecting her with a smile. "I really did do a good job on yer body... 'm gunna enjoy this." Anne picked up the bottle of baby oil again, quickly greasing her body, Then, wrapping the strap-on around her waist, she bent over to look Tomoko face-to-face. "Are ye ready, lass?" Seeing her meek nod, Anne lowered herself, sliding her oiled body laterally against Tomoko. Their breasts rubbed together smoothly, and the strap-on gently worked its way into Tomoko's vagina, stretching the tiny space even more than the dildo had. Tomoko grunted with pleasure through the ball gag; Anne just smiled as she repeatedly thrust in and out, her breasts swaying with each cycle. Just as Tomoko's squeaks reached a near-crescendo, though, Anne backed off. Throwing the strap- on off to a side, she began sliding her body against Tomoko's again, grinding their pussies together in a sensation that was quite new. The girl arched her back and moaned in pleasure; Anne grinned at her reaction. "Just ye wait, missy, we're not done here." She stopped the grinding and pulled out the nipple clamps, fastening them to Tomoko's nipples. Tomoko flinched at the cold steel pressing into her flesh, then again as Anne grabbed them and tugged, twisting lightly. The blazing pain seared through her chest, and Tomoko writed to get free. After several seconds, though, the pain subsided, leaving only a red-hot pleasure of sorts, just this side of pain yet somehow not. She arched her back, screaming in delight through the ball gag, and then passed out, falling beneath the waves of passion... Tomoko awakened the next morning to find that she'd been untied, and was now sleeping wrapped in Anne's arms. The larger woman's form was beneath her, Anne's arms wrapped lovingly around her prize, with Tomoko clinging to her chest. She pushed herself out of bed, found the suite's shower, and began washing off the oil from the night before. That had been the single most enticing moment of her life, but it had still left some clean-up work to be done. After that, Anne led her to her basic training, the class she'd be focusing on for the first few days. They met in the open field in front of the camp, a line of beautiful girls still adjusting to their newly- minted bodies. And in front of them... "I am Drill Sergeant Esme Perotha!" The woman intoned as she strolled down the line. "I know that your normal sergeants like to coddle you and have a good fuck every few minutes, but I am NOT your normal sergeants! I am here to whip you girls into shape and teach you the discipline you need to become a lean, mean, man-tranforming MACHINE! Upon finishing your three-week basic training, you will be given active status in the Yoo-Ess-Em-See Corps! All of our classes will be made available to you, and you will be given the oppor-tu-nity to participate in field raids to find new recruits. Do I make myself clear?!" "Ma'am, yes ma'am!" The girls cheered at once. "Alright then!" The woman held up what looked to be a nearly featureless blue pistol, looking more like a squirt gun than a weapon. "This is the Model Four Field-Deployable Feminization Unit, drolly known as an FU by our girls in the field! Each unit is manufactured with enough energy for twelve shots; after that, it must be re-placed! It is similar to the Morphing Enabler Chamber that you are familiar with, but with several differences! They are: ONE! The FU can transform people at a range and in a span of several seconds. TWO! Each FU only has one built-in setting. Anybody shot with it will turn into whatever the unit is programmed to make them. THREE! After being transformed with an FU, the victim will be utterly inable to resist the commands of the holder, along with being subdued and calm, for four- remember that number, ladies- FOUR hours. FOUR! After transformation with the FU, the victim may be molded via standard procedure at any point within those very same FOUR hours!" The explanation went on and on, covering firing techniques, safety methods and a thorough description of the punishments in store for any soldier found using the FU to wantonly change other USMC members' appearances without first filing form 27B/6. They spent the rest of the lesson on the firing range; afterward, they were released for the rest of the day. Realizing that she hadn't eaten in nearly a day, Tomoko found her way to the cafeteria; following that, she ended up in a volleyball game with some girls she'd met in the line. An hour-long sex session with Anne followed by a few hours of watching TV wrapped up the night. The following three weeks passed much the same way. Basic training in the morning, followed by a few hours of socializing and making new friends, then back to the room to spend the rest of the night having sex and spending some quality time with the mindless amusement of her choice. With every passing day, she found herself more and more comfortable with her new body... and dreading the end of summer even more. Tomoko proved herself to be only decent with the soldiering side of the USMC, but earned her promotion to field soldier at the end of three weeks. Along with this came her own room, which was a mixed blessing- she liked the extra space, but having to sleep in a seperate room from Anne was annoying. She signed up for Basic Arcane Theory, Sex Toys 101, and Fashion I as her classes for the coming weeks. The classes proved entertaining enough; Basic Arcane Theory taught her enough magic to greatly improve her sexual experiences with Anne, Sex Toys 101 did much of the same, and Fashion I let her dress herself in items other than seifuku, much to Anne's disappointment. More importantly, her good grades in the classes earned her a promotion to Sergeant and a spot on one of the field raids, six weeks after Tom Landsworthy had entered the doors of the USMC academy... The column of white vans rolled down the street, absolutely fitting in with the suburban setting. Inside of the three vans were six of the USMC's finest footsoldiers. The vans had room for six passengers each, but... well, there had to be somewhere for the new converts to sit. In the back of one, Tomoko sat with her partner for the duration of the raid, a black girl named Iris. They'd been chosen for this raid for a single reason: their ability to pass as younger girls. The two were dressed as girl scouts, with several boxes of cookies apiece to aid the cover- while the USMC had its ways to prevent raids from being noticed or reported to the police, it was far easier to simply avoid any suspicion. They pulled into a side street, a purely white-picket-fence residential suburb. The three vans fanned out, each parking in front of a different house. Without another word needing to be spoken, Iris and Tomoko exited the van, cookie boxes in hand, and rang the doorbell. Before too long, a young man answered the door. Tomoko smiled up at him sweetly. "We are selling girl scout cookies. Would you be interested?" The man's glanced to her, periodically slipping his eyes down to appreciate the fine breasts that they were apparently packaging young girls with these days. He stepped aside, waving them in. "Sure, let me find mom. Just make yourselves comfortable." The three entered a living room; the two girls sat down on a sofa as the young man took off up a flight of stairs, looking for his mother. A few minutes later, he came down, a middle-aged woman in tow. She grinned to the girls. "Girl scout cookies... I'd -love- some. Do you have those Sam-" The woman was cut off as the two whipped F.U.s out of their skirts, plugging both the young man and his mother with the transformation beams within the span of a few seconds. They fell to the ground, paralyzed as the magics began to swiftly take their course. Their bodies shrank and reformed; their clothing vanished to be replaced by girl scout outfits. Tomoko and Iris watched, splitting a box of cookies between theirselves as they enjoyed the show. Within the span of a few minutes, the two stood up, now two identical brunette girl scouts, looking like they were 15 at the oldest. The two girls stared straight ahead, droning in unison, "I'm ready for orders, master." Tomoko glanced to her victim, the former young man. "Walk out to van and get in. Tell nobody what happen." Iris did the same, and the four girls walked out and hopped in the van, nobody noticing that while two girl scouts had went in, four had exited... The van revved to life and sped off, heading back to the USMC camp with its new members in tow. After reporting on their success, filling out the requisite new member addition forms, and saying a brief goodbye to Iris, Tomoko set off toward the examination room where she knew her new conquest to be waiting. It was permissible to just leave her in the default body that the FU had given her... but what was the fun in that? She entered the room to find the newly-feminized sitting on the table rigidly, only the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed indicating that she was alive. Tomoko pulled up the stool and sat down, surveying the girl for several moments before stating, "You can speak, but not move from position. Understand?" The girl immediately began talking, the words pouring out of her pouty little lips at a rapid rate, her confusion almost high enough to negate the F.U's innate calming effect. "What's going on? What kind of girl scouts -are- you?! Where am-" The girl scout cut off abruptly as Tomoko raised a hand, simply saying, "Shut up." After waiting to make sure that the girl had been silenced by the obediance spell, she began explaining, "All of that can wait for later. What is important now is just one question: You can either spend rest of life as woman living here, or lose all memories of last few weeks and probably go insane. You may speak, but only to say what decision is." The girl stared ahead passively for several minutes. Had she been able to move, her face probably would have shown a look of confusion or deep introspection. Finally, she pierced the long silence with her answer. "I... guess I'll stay here, if the alternative is going crazy." Tomoko smiled. "Good to hear. You may move now, but can not speak unless asked or leave table, and must move when I push you." Getting straight to business, Tomoko bent over, retrieving the clothing she'd stashed in hopes of getting a new recruit. Sitting the clothing in a stack on the table as the girl scout watched, Tomoko turned to her. "What was your name, pretty one?" Unable to respond with anything but the exact answer, she simply stated, "Eric Brooks." "You are Erica now, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress. I am Erica." "And do not need to call me mistress. My name is Tomoko." Again, the girl responded in the monotone brainwashed voice, "Yes, Tomoko." Tomoko rubbed her hands in anticipation. She'd been making plans for her first conquest for some time, and seeing them put into action should be entertaining. Unbuttoning her own uniform, she said, "Erica, take off all clothes." Her face showing confusion and lust, but unable to do anything but obey, Erica obediently began stripping, sitting her clothes in a heap at the end of the bed. Tomoko tossed away her last article of clothing, leaving her clad only in her thin silver glasses, and clambered onto the table, leaning over to kiss her new toy on the cheek, whispering, "I hope you enjoy this..." She inspected Erica's current body... It had the budding breasts of a 15-year-old, just large enough to be appreciable, but still definitely feminine. Her pussy was small and tight, lightly peppered with sandy brown hair to match that on her head. Her face was cute, yet vanilla, fairly unremarkable. It was an attractive body to be sure, but Tomoko was sure she could do better. Keeping her plans in mind, she leaned over, gently pushing Erica onto her back. Giving Erica another peck on the cheek, she slid down her body, distractedly murmuring, "You can talk now," as she got to work teasing Erica's tiny nipples with her tongue. She always had been mildly upset with Anne for leaving her at a puny B-cup; while the small breasts were still fun to play with, she intended to leave her new charge with so much more. She brushed them repeatedly with the tip, feeling them swell and harden in stimulation with each pass. Satisfied with the finely-pointed large nipples, Tomoko began widening her field, her tongue darting in and out, lightly lapping at Erica's budding breasts. Erica merely stared in amazement as her breasts slowly began to swell under Tomoko's magical attention. They soon moved away from their near- flat state, growing faster and faster. When they were large enough to be a solid handful, Tomoko slid up her body, her hands still transforming and fondling Erica's breasts as she leaned down swiftly to kiss the girl. Pressing her body against Erica's and feeling the much larger breasts rub against hers, she decided to move her hands' attentions from the breasts to her face. She reached up, caressing the back and sides of Erica's head as she dove down for a second kiss. Erica's shocked expression began changing as her face rearranged itself under Tomoko's attentions, maturing a few years to a young woman in her early 20s, her plain features shifting to become beautiful. Tomoko swiftly disengaged her lips from Erica's, scooting backward to survey her work with. The once-brunette girl was now a honey blond, her beautiful face and D- cup breasts distinctly out-of-place on her 15-year-old body with its nearly furless slit. This, Erica questioningly probed, then glanced up to Tomoko, querying in a sultry voice, "Is... this me, now?" Tomoko nodded with a grin "It is... but not done yet. Still more work to do!" The Asian girl turned around, bending over to vigorously lap at Erica's tight pussy as she thrust her own in the blond girl's face. Several seconds later, she felt a wave of pleasure through her body as Erica's own tongue entered her. Her newfound experience at the hands of Anne and her enthusiasm served her well, and she was able to coax Erica to climax within a few minutes, lovingly swallowing the cum that flowed forth. She relaxed, using one of Erica's thighs as a pillow as she enjoyed the other girl's inexperienced lapping at her pussy. Before much longer, though, she squealed in delight and could feel Erica gulping down her juices. With the mutual consumption of cum, the spell was empowered. Tomoko wrapped her arms around Erica's chest with a grin as the changes started; she knew what would happen when the spell completed and the girl became the vision of beauty in Tomoko's head. She felt the body stretching and expanding beneath her, smiling Erica grew. After several minutes, the change was over and Tomoko climbed off to inspect her final product. Erica was now at least seven feet tall, and would tower over Tomoko by a good two and a half feet. Her body was slightly padded with fat, just enough to make her incredibly curvy and cuddly. Her hair was long, straight, and honey blond, extending almost to her waist past pert D-cup breasts. Despite the maturity of the rest of her body, she retained a dainty, tight, nearly-hairless pussy of a 15-year-old that Tomoko knew she'd be getting infinitely familiar with in the weeks to come. Tomoko waited patiently on the stool for Erica to regain lucidity; she knew fully well how easy it was to be overwhelmed by the transformation and passionate sex. Finally, Erica sat up, looking at her new body, looking both dumbfounded and pleased. Tomoko giggled at the confused look on her face, asking, "So, how do you like being woman now?" Erica glanced from the glorious girl in front of her to her own statuesque beauty. "I... guess I could get used to it..." The shorter girl nodded with a grin. "I will be sure to make you more than pleased with being a woman in next few days. For now, go to room, read USMC manual, and wait for me. I will come help you... adjust to new body after I register for classes." She arrived that night to find Erica waiting for her, and proceeded to help her break in her body. Over the next three weeks, she spent time with both Erica and Anne, often both at once. As a sergeant, it was her right to sleep with anybody who would accept her rather than just a single person, and she took full advantage of it. She eventually moved back in with Anne after a short appeal process, and was shocked two weeks later when Anne proposed. Same-sex marriages were obviously permitted within the USMC, and four days later, she became Mrs. Tomoko Lausch. Two days after the wedding, though, Tomoko was interrupted from her fifth sex marathon with Anne on their 'honeymoon' spent in the bedroom with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door by the ring of the phone. The woman on the other end explained that today was the end of the three months; Mr. Landsworthy would be coming and would be expecting to find a son waiting for him. Tomoko knew the drill; Mr. Landsworthy was expected to arrive in the waiting room in 20 minutes. Putting on her best seifuku, Tomoko went down to the waiting room, taking up position behind the customer service desk and contemplated what to say. She'd known this day was coming, and had mulled over it at times while falling asleep in Anne's arms, but now that the day was here, she wasn't sure how to handle it. The USMC manual only suggested how to handle this- most recruits revealed their wish to become a woman long before coming to the camp, but very few of them still wanted to leave after their three months were up. -Those- girls had the advantage of having their parents come expecting girls, though... The intervening time passed all too quickly, and Mr. Landsworthy walked in the door, glancing around for his son before deciding to ask the receptionist. "Excuse me, miss," he said, awed by the beautiful creature before him, "But I'm here to pick up my son, Thomas Landsworthy... do you know where I go for that...?" Tomoko rummaged in the papers scattered on the desk, pulling out a note. She'd mulled it over, and decided that as much truth as possible while still masking the fact that she was now an Asian girl was the best course- a note seemed ideal for that. It didn't contain the actual truth by a longshot, but it was still enough to reassure her father... she hoped. She handed the note up to him with a smile, "He said to give you this." Mr. Landsworthy unfolded the note, a look of puzzlement on his face as he read over it. 'Dad, Sorry I was unable to come meet you in person, I've been very busy lately. I met a beautiful girl named Anne at the camp, and... well, we're married now. I interrupted our honeymoon to write you this, actually. We're both incredibly happy, and I've moved in with her. I'm afraid that I can't give you a phone number, but here's our P.O. Box..." Mr. Landsworthy stood, dumbfounded, for several minutes, before tucking the letter in his pocket. Tomoko secretly waved goodbye to his back, then stood and went through the door, heading back to her room. After all, her wife was waiting.