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Warning: Don't read this if you're not allowed to. -- William Alexander walked into the small, clinical looking building with a bit of a grin on his face. William was 37, around 6 foot 1, and 235 pounds. He had short trimmed brown hair, brown eyes, and he never really stood out in a crowd. He was just one of millions of pudgy bachelors, and he was beginning to feel the onset of middle age every day when he woke up in his bed alone. He wasn't very happy with his life. He had recently been in an accident with a Xerox copying machine that left him permanently impotent. He didn't like discussing how it happened with others. He successfully sued the company for damages, and netted 25 million dollars from a sympathetic jury. He would never work again, but he could never again make love to a woman. Not that he ever had a girlfriend, for William had secretly always wanted to be a woman. He could not stand the idea of having surgery, and since his accident, he couldn't be happy as a man anymore either. This only stressed his inner desire to be feminine. It is best if the rest of the story is told in his own words. This was my third time volunteering for an experimental procedure. In college I had volunteered to try a new form of hair gel that dyed my hair purple for 3 days, and one time when I was 25 I volunteered to try a type of pill to get rid of dandruff, which didn't work. So I was surprised when I walked into Zmed Technical Industries laboratory to try their latest product, which I had been invited to try through a mailing list. The other centers for experimental testing looked a bit like industrial warehouses, with large open shelved spaces populated with a lot of people in lab coats and heavy UV protection goggles. This was like a dentist's office. I entered into a small reception area, and behind the desk was a beautiful receptionist. She had long, curly auburn hair, high cheekbones that could be expected on royalty, and thick, luscious deep crimson lips that split into a perfect, pearly white smile. Her nametag was perched over her full, at least C cup breasts, stuffed into a green woolen turtleneck sweater. Amanda. What a lovely name. It was painful for me to know that I could never be with a woman as perfect as Amanda. But that is life. I had been taking things pretty philosophically since my accident, and this was no exception. I walked up to the desk, with a shy smile on my face, and said I was here for an appointment. "Oh, are you Mr. Alexander? You're right on time." she said, in a wonderful, melodic voice. It was bordering on sultry; she could be a Broadway actress with a voice as sweet as that. I wished that I could look like that, secretly, deep down inside of me. But that is life. "Dr. Rodriguez will be right in to see you, Mr. Alexander. You're in for quite a day." she continued, showing a delightful smile. Her eyes seemed to shine, as if she knew something I did not. Something secret, something wonderful. I did not have to wait long. Dr. Carla Rodriguez strolled into the room from a glass paneled door in only a few minutes. She was as stunning as Amanda, but in a much different way. Where as Amanda radiated a friendliness about her, Dr. Rodriguez emitted pure sensuality. She was tall, wearing a lab coat that went down only to her mid thighs, leaving seemingly miles and miles of golden thighs, perfectly toned and tanned. Her full bottom was also a pleasant sight, and a tight, toned tummy was hidden behind the white lab coat. Her breasts were full and high on her chest, and I almost thought I saw nipples, hard behind her coat. She was definitely not wearing a bra. Her face was built to be loved by a man, with dark, almost black eyes, long, delicate eyelashes, and beautiful lips that looked like they were meant to be wrapped around a man's rod. Everything about her radiated lust. "Hello, Mr. Alexander. May I call you William?" she said, showing another perfect smile. "Oh, yes, William is fine, doctor." I replied. She could call me anything she wanted to. "Wonderful. Please, follow me, William." She turned on her heel and led me down a long white corridor, on each side were a multitude of white doors with a round glass window placed slightly below my eye level. I took my eyes off of Dr. Rodriguez's fine rear end to peek into each room. In every window all I could see was one or two women. This was amazing. Each one was prettier than the last. They could all easily qualify as supermodels, or porn stars. I nearly ran into a wall when we got to the end of the corridor and Dr. Rodriguez directed me into a small bright room, and into a chair much like the ones found in a dentist's office. I sat down in a slightly reclined position, and Dr. Rodriguez looked me directly in the eyes while she was standing up. God, she was beautiful. "Well, William, I suppose you want to know what you are going to be testing for us today. But first, I must explain why you were chosen to be here," she explained, all in her sensual voice, never breaking her firm eye contact with me. I couldn't even blink. "From your records, we understand that you are impotent. From your ISP, we discovered that you were a fan of transgender fiction, and regularly browsed websites involving gender change operations." She slightly elevated one of her thin eyebrows as a look of panic spread through me. She knew my deepest secret, and I was now trapped in her power. She still didn't break eye contact. "No, William, I am not condemning you. After your accident, you were left a broken man. Life did not deal you a very fair hand. I sympathize with you, and I am here to help you. Now let me explain our product. First off, it is called Voluxxin, and it is a gel made from polyfibre nanoweave, particularly long protein strings, various bits of inert matter, and small slivers of iron, zinc, and metallic paste. When an electrical current is run through it, the metal paste and other bits of metal activate the nanoweave, which are very tiny computers in long chains, and manipulate the matter around them based on selected input from a base computer. I invented this product with a team of researchers 3 years ago, and have only recently reached the human testing stage. It stands to revolutionize the world, William. The handicapped will be able to regrow limbs, the deformed will become beautiful, the obese will be skinny, and we will live forever. The inert matter coats the material which it surrounds, and makes it literally impenetrable, as well as stopping the ageing process. Everyone in my lab has used the product, including me. And we would like you to try our product as well." If this were true, it was a miracle of science. "I...yeah." was all I could come out with; my brain was working much faster than my mouth could. "Yeah, I'd love to go through the experiment, doctor," I said, trying to clarify my thoughts. "Excellent. Let's begin. The only rule I have is that I get to decide what you will look like, and once the procedure has been performed, it cannot be undone or altered. Is that all right with you?" "Yeah, ok." I didn't care what she said or did now. I was so enthralled, I would have followed this beautiful goddess off of a cliff. "It will only take around 20 minutes to perform the entire procedure. Let's begin." she said, as she bent across me to pick up a small tray on a stool next to me. I could now clearly see her nipples jutting out from underneath her lab coat. "In case you haven't noticed, I love doing this." she said, grinning mischievously. "There's no bigger turn on for me than this. It's just...exciting, changing people." I nodded my head as she put on some sterilized gloves and opened a small jar of purple, clear paste. "Strip." I was eager to comply. I laid back down on the table when I was nude, and she began to apply the paste to my lightly tanned thighs, gently rubbing it across my legs. "We have to do the procedure in three steps. First, the lower half of the body, then the torso and arms, and finally the face. I'll begin by coating you from your feet to the top of your thighs. Including your crotch." I wasn't even slightly embarrassed. It was like she had me in a trance. Her fingers swirled around on my thigh as the cold substance settled across my body. I was feeling very turned on, but I couldn't get an erection. I was becoming incredibly horny, and I had no way of letting my passion be shown. It took her only three minutes to thoroughly coat my lower body, and my skin looked distorted and very pale through the thick coat of goo. "Now I put these small electrical pads on you and use my computer to choose what your lower body will look like. I think you will be pleased, Mr. Alexander." she said, once again flashing a devilish smile. She set the small pads on me, one to each leg and one slightly above my crotch, and moved to her computer. I heard her mumble, "Hmmm, yummy." while she moved around the mouse. I couldn't see the screen. She then said "And now the real fun begins." She tapped a key on the keyboard with great finesse, and I heard a small buzzing sound begin to emanate from my lower body. The gel seemed to be absorbed into the skin, and took my leg hair with it, and leaving my legs being a creamy white color. It was almost like the fat in my legs was being sucked inside me, and my legs were becoming much more feminine. My unerect penis began to slowly sink into my crotch, leaving behind it a flat expanse of skin. My legs overall grew shorter, but were still very long and now very feminine. A cushion was slowly forming underneath my butt, and it seemed like I was sitting on a really comfortable pillow. I could feel something almost tucking into me, and I moved my hand over where the sensation was forming - a vagina was forming between my legs! I could feel the clitoris beginning to poke out, and I touched it. Immediately a great wave of pleasure emanated throughout my body, causing me to nearly shiver. I moaned in pleasure, and the sight of my lower body being completely female was really turning me on. I looked at Dr. Rodriguez. She had a hand underneath her shirt, and she was squeezing her nipple, staring at my legs. She was as attracted to my new lower half as I was to her - as I was to myself! The buzzing sound ended, and there was a beep on the computer. Dr. Rodriguez was almost in a daze, and it took her a minute to stop staring hungrily at my new vagina. From the waist up I was completely the same, but my legs were fantastic. They were perfectly toned, long and supple, with rounded thighs that jutted out just a little bit - with a big, perfect upside down heart shaped butt. Dr. Rodriguez said, still almost in a trance, "Stand up, try...try to walk." I slowly rose from the chair, feeling a slight breeze crossing my legs from an air conditioner. For some reason I could only stand on my toes; I couldn't get my heel to touch the floor. The cold air felt wonderful on my skin, and the sensations from my thighs went straight back to my vagina. I nearly fell over from the wave of pleasure, and I fell back down on the chair. The wonderful feeling of my bare ass on the cold leather chair again sent amazing sensations to my pussy, and this time I was nearly overwhelmed from the sensitivity. I was determined to stand up, though, and I struggled to my feet. I was still tall, around five foot ten inches now, and I had the legs of a sex goddess. My legs were meant to be wrapped around a rock hard penis. My creamy white thighs seemed to go on forever, looking a bit too long for the rest of my body. I could feel my pussy getting moist just from staring at myself, and my hand slid down between my legs. Before I could stop myself, I was back on the chair, pumping two fingers in and out of myself. Dr. Rodriguez was staring at me intensely. She quickly took off her lab coat, and much to my surprise, she was completely naked except for a black pair of lace panties beneath it. Her body was flawless, and the sight of her only made my self pleasure more intense. I was quickly losing control of myself as I came closer to orgasm, and I was moaning loudly. Dr. Rodriguez came over, and reached across me to straddle me on the chair. Her warm thighs on top of my own slim, trim body was almost too much. She bent down, her soft, cool breasts coming against my still male chest. She kissed me deeply; her full lips pouting into a deep kiss, opening into a long, passionate French kiss. She calmly but firmly took my hand and stopped my masturbation, before she slid down me until her face was level with my waist, and then my crotch. Her mouth went to work on my pussy and her tongue found just the right spots. My orgasm, which had been unbuilding, was once again gaining strength. My legs tightened together around her beautiful face, and all I could see of her was her long, silky hair over the top. The orgasm quickly came, and it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before - my entire body was alive as I let out a long moan, shivers running up and down my spine. My entire body spasmed and I could feel liquid emitting from my vagina. Dr. Rodriguez seemed to lap it up and slowly raised her body off of the chair. "That was wonderful" was all I could manage, gasping out the words one by one. Dr. Rodriguez was recovering from the experience faster than I could, and she was buttoning up her lab coat again before I could sit up in the chair properly. I was enjoying the feeling of the cold air blowing across my legs while I waited for further instructions on the procedure - my skin was so sensitive, I could pick out different waves of the breeze and even feel distinct differences in temperature in each one. The most sensitive part was my clit; it was almost emitting pulses of pleasure every few beats. This was fantastic. "Well, let's get on...let's begin phase two." said Dr. Rodriguez, trying to sound businesslike, but sounding more like a horny schoolgirl. "I will now coat...I will now coat your upper body up to your neck." She sounded like she was reading these lines off of a note card, she was clearly still very disconcerted by the affair. She now applied the paste to my sweaty male upper body, starting with the abdomen and working her way up my chest and then across my arms. When my fingers and their nails were coated, she stopped and turned me onto my back, which she coated. She rotated me back on top, and it was almost as if I was wearing a t-shirt made of the gel. I was getting excited about this part, now that I had an idea of what was coming. I wanted to know what I was in for. "Doctor, how big are my breasts going to be?" I asked, while Dr. Rodriguez applied the small sticky pads once again, this time one above each nipple and one above my belly button. "Oh, I don't quite know. How big would you like them? I usually don't ask, but...well." she tried to explain. I was quite sure what I wanted. "I'd like them big. Not huge, but big, maybe like Sophie Howard's size. And really firm, really high up on my chest. With big nipples that really stand out, and are always really hard and pointy." This had been my fantasy since high school; and now that I had the opportunity, I wanted to look like the sex goddess I could be. "Well you've put a lot of thought into this. I guess I can't turn you down." she said, once again sporting a mischievous grin. She went back to the computer and I heard the buzzing noise. I started to get wet again, this was getting intense. This time it was different. I could feel the changes much more, as the small layer of fat covering my abs shifted inward, leaving a flat, toned tummy, and my nipples got really hard. But then things got odd. "You wanted rock hard, right? Well, I think you'll like this - I wanted to take you a bit more literally than you are probably expecting." I was confused, but still really turned on. My nipples were changing color now - but they weren't getting darker, they were getting shinier, and turning silver. Each one now covered a small lump of flesh, looking a bit like a girl's while she was just beginning puberty. The lumps grew larger and more defined while the nipples grew outward and up, and slowly came to sharp looking points as they turned more metallic, looking kind of like the studs on a punk bracelet. My breasts were now definitely larger, each stuck off of my chest as the size of at least an apple, and they were still expanding outwards and up. My arms toned down as well, shortening a bit as they also grew skinnier. I held my hands in front of my face as my fingers grew longer and finer, and the nails slowly expanded into half inch nails. They seemed to form a natural rock hard layer of paint over themselves, which turned a deep crimson red color. I flexed my various fingers - I seemed to be much more flexible now; I could almost touch them against the backs of my hands. My tummy, now a very pale hairless and well-toned expanse of skin, stretched upwards, becoming longer. It very nicely blended into my hips, but I was quickly becoming worried about how pale I was - if I was naturally this white, I could be getting some very serious sunburns from just a few minutes outside. It seemed like I was wearing several inches of powder, and I could almost be mistaken for being albino. Lying down, I could no longer see my feet behind my breasts, each capped with their silver nipple, and the sensations coming from all over my body was intensely sexual. My nipples were clearly not made to go soft, and I reached out and rubbed my new finger across one. The sensation instantly made me come as a gush of water emitted from my womanly parts and I felt another series of electric waves rush up and down my spine, causing my mind to go blank as I rode the waves. Dr. Rodriguez was becoming turned on as well, but seemed to be in better control of herself now. Her nipples were still very hard, though, and I could see she was having a hard time not fondling herself. My transformation seemed complete, and I looked at Dr. Rodriguez inquisitively. My breasts were easily the size of honeydew melons pressed against my chest, the weight feeling completely different against gravity. I looked at a small mirror behind her. From the waist down, I was turning into a very sultry woman. Again, just by looking at myself in the mirror, I could feel myself getting wetter in my vagina, and liquid was beginning to pool at the base of the chair. I was completely changed, except for my still normal neck and face. "So what did you think of that change?" Rodriguez said, smiling. "It...was...it was intense." I stammered. It seemed like my voice was a bit lower than usual, a bit more sultry than I remembered, but still fairly masculine. "Your nipples were converted into a sort of living sterling silver by the nanofibres, each of which are about 100 times more sensitive than the normal human body. But you seem to have noticed that already. If you are ready, we can begin the face." I was more than ready, I was eager and craving. The purple paste this time was coated all along my neck, and then carefully rubbed into my face, over my lips, over my eyelids, coating my eyelashes, behind my ears, inside my ears, and then into my short hair. She then took out a dropper and applied just a bit to each of my eyes. It didn't sting, like I thought it would. She put the sticky pads above my Adams' apple and on my cheeks and tapped on her computer screen. This time, the electrical current blocked out my eyesight; I was blind. But I could feel the features of my face shifting, and when I put my hand over my lips, I could feel them slowly puffing up and out. I placed a hand on my hair, and could feel it shifting into a different texture as well. It grew fuller as well as softer and gentler. My lips were pressing against each other now, and they felt like I was constantly puckering up in anticipation of a very deep kiss. The buzzing stopped, and instantly my eyesight came back. I first looked at Dr. Rodriguez, who seemed very pleased with herself - and more than a little bit turned on, from the way that she was absentmindedly rubbing her right nipple. "May I have a mirror?" I asked, completely surprised by my new voice. It was deep and sultry, and would have sounded more appropriate if I had been begging for sex. Dr. Rodriguez took the small mirror off of the wall and brought it up to me, and I got a glimpse at my face - I was as pale as to match my skin, a very white color indeed, and I had black hair that was tinged with a very deep crimson red. My lips matched that shade of red in my hair perfectly, and were puffed up almost to comedic proportions. Angelina Jolie looked tight lipped next to my cocksucker lips, and the high cheekbones and sharp, petite nose went wonderfully with my new look - a look designed mainly for holding a penis or two in my mouth. I opened my mouth, and was surprised by my perfect white teeth - and oddly long tongue. "Your tongue can now lengthen itself up to about 10 inches, roughly," said Dr. Rodriguez, "perfect for eating out another woman." she nearly moaned. My eyes were a deep green, and I had long, silky eyelashes that battened perfectly when I blinked. My ears were tucked behind my hair, which was cut fairly short around my head, extending slightly past my neck - oh my god, my neck! My neck seemed so delicate compared to the thick bridge I was used to; it was another sexy part of my new form. I could easily deep throat a cucumber with a neck like that. "Well, the procedure is done. There is a few more things I would like to tell you about, and it would help if you stood up for this one." said the good doctor. I rose to my feet, feeling electric sensations over my entire body. My torso and neck, now adjusted, left me at around five feet eight inches, my long legs taking up a bit more of that than they should have. Again, though, I couldn't seem to put the balls of my feet on the floor. I was stuck, tipping back and forth, on the tips of my toes. My now full, heavy breasts made me wobble back and forth, and this just seemed to make me even more horny. I felt like I need to get fucked as soon as possible. I had been turned into a total whore. And I loved the feeling. "Now, as for your feet." said Dr. Rodriguez, from behind her computer. She clicked a button and thin, black points extended from the balls of my feet down to the ground, forming a roughly 4 or 5 inch high heel that I could not move my foot out of. "If you would please follow me, um..." We both just realized there was no way I would pass for William now. "Have you thought of a new name?" she asked me. I needed to think for a bit, but I knew what I wanted pretty soon. It was a name, which I had always been very attracted to. "I'd like to be called Lola, I think" I said, in a voice which seemed to only say "I need to be fucked right now" in a silky, quiet tone. "Lola. It's perfect." said the doctor, as she led me out of the room, back into the corridor. She led me one or two doors down, before she directed me into another small room similar to my own - except this room contained Amanda. I was completely naked, dripping with sweat and come, and Amanda seemed to be taking this surprisingly well. She had taken off her sweater, revealing a pink lacy bra stuffed with her wonderful breasts, one of which had a small tattoo of a rose above the nipple. She was wearing a tight pair of very short jeans, revealing her wonderful, long legs - very much like my own, but more tanned. "When I'm not taking in recruits, I usually work here, in our specialties department." said Amanda, eyeing me. "I like to create the fun little modifications for our clients, and I see Carla already did a bit of that for me," said Amanda, pointing at one of my nipples. "I'd like you to bend over this bench, if you please." she said, indicating a small black leather chair. "Don't sit on it, bend over it." I complied, my crotch pressing against the legs of the chair as I bent at the waste, my breasts dangling in front of me. "Now, let's see what fun we can have with you," said Amanda, as Dr. Rodriguez took a seat in the corner. "Hmm. Yes. Let's work from the bottom up." she said, as she gave my bare ass a gentle slap. The ripple caused my legs to jut apart and my entire body to spasm as I was overtaken with another orgasm, my mind was completely lost in the clouds. The minute I was off of the ride, I felt myself becoming horny again. "Wow. Carla did a real number on your sensitivity, I see." said Amanda, shooting a sneaky look at Dr. Rodriguez. "First, I'm going to give you a tattoo around the top of your buttocks, just about where anyone can see it if you're wearing low cut jeans. I'm thinking a rose and thorns combination, interlocked across the skin." I would have been worried if I wasn't so horny; I was terrified of needles. "Oh, and don't worry - we use a specially designed paint injector that is completely painless, but doesn't really pierce the skin. It should make the tattoo permanent, so it will never fade, and there's no healing involved because it doesn't draw any blood." I felt a warm point slightly above my butt, it felt a bit warm, but completely painless. In about a minute, it was done. "There," said Amanda, sounding satisfied. "I like the way that contrasts with the whiteness of your skin." She held a mirror up to me so I could look into the glass panel behind me; the tattoo looked fantastic. Amanda was clearly a master of this art form. "And let's do a few piercings, and we'll be done." She proceeded to gently pierce my ear lobes, inserting small studs into each, and then the upper part of my ears twice each, in different places - a small silver ring in each place. She then gave me a belly button ring, a small silver ball, and she pierced my already oversensitive clit. The pain quickly gave way to pleasure as the feeling of the cold metal against my warm body only excited me more. I was led from that room, back into the reception area. I wobbled the entire way on my new high heels, and fell into a seat, my soft butt cushioning with a hard backed chair a little bit uncomfortably. "Now, as to your new story. Our lawyers will make sure that it seems like William Alexander suddenly died, leaving all of his money to his 18 year old daughter, whom he never knew about until two weeks ago. That would be you." she smiled, winking. "Until we go through the standard paperwork, you can't go back to your home, but we have dormitory style living across the street for all of our customers. You're welcome to stay here for a few days, and get to know us a bit better. If, after a few days, you feel like you don't want to leave us, we would be happy to hire you back on as a trainee. But you were pretty wealthy going into the experiment." I nodded, thinking deeply. "I'd like to stay here for a few nights," I quietly said, "but first, I'd like something to wear." Dr. Rodriguez smiled again. "Of course, we have clothes coming right now. Remember, you're eighteen now. You'll have to wear clothes appropriate to the age group. I think you could fit in very well with the rave crowd, which was one of my goals." Some other fabulously beautiful woman strolled out from behind a doorway, a blonde. She was carrying a small stack of clothing against her wonderful breasts; I was getting even hornier. The clothing I was given was a pink small silk t-shirt and black short short jeans, and a pair of dark red-laced panties. I wasn't given a bra, not that it would have concealed my steel nipples or given support to my wonderfully firm and large breasts, which were jutting out wonderfully from behind the too tight t-shirt. The silk felt almost coarse against my overly sensitive nipples, which proudly jutted out from under the tee. "Would you like me to show you to our dorm rooms, as our guests call them? You have a nice large bed I think you'd like to try out." she said, smiling her devilish smile, her sensuous full lips twisting upwards at the corners. I didn't want to wait until we got back to the room, as I leaned forward, nearly tackling her into a full, sensuous kiss. She led me out the door and across the street, the two of us both refusing to stop necking long enough to watch for traffic across the uncrowded street. As the door closed behind me and we walked into a dark corridor in the new buildings, she broke the kiss long enough to say the number of my room. "A vibrator is in the bedside table," she mumbled, awkwardly breaking the kiss. I was hungry for more, and attacked her neck, kissing and nibbling my way down to the tops of her breasts passionately. She gently pushed me away, and I could tell she didn't want me to stop. "I'm still on duty. But I get off of work at eight o'clock. If you want to go entertain yourself in your room until then, I'll be there as soon as I can be..." she said, delicately, as she slid away from me. She backed out the door with a clear look of hunger in her eyes. I slipped into my room, looking forward to later this evening. Life had gotten a lot better since I walked into that building across the street only an hour and a half ago. -- Author's note: As this is my first story, I'm very unsure as to what my writing is shaping up to be, and I'd love feedback. Please e-mail it to me at [email protected], or on the feedback page. I don't think I will continue this story, so I suppose it's complete. I'll start work on another soon, probably.