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MY CHANGE OF LIFE BY Karen 32 What a strange tale I have to tell. My name was Kenneth Harrison. I had been married once and had a few strange affairs. I had no children from any previous relationship. This tale begins one fine Wednesday in May. I was fed up with life. I had just had my 54th birthday. Also this particular morning I had to have my pet dog put to sleep. Ben was a fifteen year old German Shepherd cross. I had him as a pet for the previous six years. This morning after many weeks of agonising over what had to be done, I took him to the vet. I knew I would be coming home without him. He had been a good dog, but he was obviously in pain and suffering. As soon as I got home alone I immediately threw out all of my dogs things. I took everything to the local waste disposal facility. These things were a painful reminder of the friend I had just lost. Upon completing this task I got ready for a long walk over Pendle hill. It was only a few miles away from where I lived. I often thought the only real advantage of being self-employed was that in circumstances such as this I could take a few hours off work.. This day I just had to get away for a few hours and forget about what I had done. I got my things ready: flask: of hot coffee, sandwiches, map, compass and most important waterproof clothing. Even though Pendle is only a small hill, about 1800feet above sea level. I have learned from experience it can still be quite treacherous if you are not properly equipped. I always treated it with respect. So there I was at 10am in the morning at Barley. I made my way up the way towards the hill. I paused at the base of Pendle. I believe it to be true the words of the song: "old Pendle". It truly is the dearest and grandest old hill in the world. This morning it was a magnificent sight. The sun was shining and it was warm. I took the path to the right. This is somewhat steeper than the cart track to the left. However it was a less tedious walk. This path had been previously terraced because of constant wear by countless pairs of boots. This morning I made good time I reached the top of this path and I was at the summit within 25 minutes. On a clear day it is possible to see the hills of the Lake District more than 50 miles away. I had brought my binoculars and was looking forward to spying Blackpool tower and the hills of the Yorkshire dales. The air was clear and the view was breathtaking. I could see all the surrounding towns with great clarity. Again I thought of the traditional song "old Pendle ". This really gave the geographical location of the hill: "Old Pendle you standest alone, Twix Burnley, Clitheroe Whalley and Colne." I felt my spirit lift a little bit. I realised it would take a long time to get over the loss of my dog, but I was glad I had decided to come up here today. I decided to continue with my plan and walk across the top of the hill. It was only about one mile from the beacon the other side of the hill. All went well until I was about half way across. I had just crossed a narrow gully, of which there are a few on the top of Pendle. When I had climbed the slight incline on the other side I was stunned by what I saw. It appeared as though an aircraft had crashed. Upon closer scrutiny I could see this was not the case. This was not like any aircraft I had seen before. It just looked like a large circular shiny disc. Then as I was viewing it from a distance of perhaps a hundred yards I became of shapes moving towards me from it's direction. I tried to evade them but they just seemed to float towards me. They appeared to be human in appearance, but they were tall, well in excess of six feet in height. They wore what can only be described as shiny blue/green overalls. These seemed to cling to their bodies. About 20 feet from me they shrieked to others behind me. It was obviously a language, on which I had never heard before. I tried to run, but it was too late. I was caught. As one of them grabbed me from behind I fell forward. Then I felt a sharp pain in my back. That was the last thing I remembered. I awoke in only what can be described as a large inverted test tube. The floor was moving. Then there came the bump, I was thrown to the floor. I must have lost consciousness, for when I came round again I could see line after line of tubes like mine. In each was a naked woman. All I could see in the dim green light was row after row of inverted test tubes with the single naked woman in them. I sensed rather than heard what came next. There was a commotion going on all around. I stood up. There was barely enough room in my tube to spread out in. It was only about 3 feet in diameter and about six-foot tall. I felt strange. Something wasn't quite right. My sense of balance was somehow all-wrong.. There was a strange heaviness on my chest. The hair on my head felt strange Whilst pondering my strange sensations all hell broke loose. There was a muffled sound of gunfire. Then about a dozen large men in uniform burst in to the room from behind me. The tube dissolved away all around me as the other tubes did around the other women. I could clearly here one of the men speaking to me. I was still disoriented, but he clearly spoke in English. Follow me miss. I wondered what was going. Why was he calling me Miss. I did as I was told. All the other women were being led out with me. We exited the room onto a moorland scene. It truly was a surrealistic scene. The sun was shining and it was warm. This compensated for our nakedness.. My eyes started to focus on the surroundings. There appeared to be hundreds of troops surrounding us. Some sported the Union Jack insignia of Britain. Others clearly had American flags attached to their uniforms. I sat down on the grass. There were about fifty naked women beside me. They all sat down as well. I definitely felt strange. I then realised why my chest felt heavy. Looking down I saw two large lumps that were attached to my cheat. I also felt emptiness between my thighs. Running my hands over my arms and legs I realised they were completely hairless. All around me the other women were doing the same. I felt down to between my thighs. My penis was gone! There was only a moist cleft there now. There was no scar or injury where once my penis had been. Confusion reigned supreme on that high moor this day. We were all brought back to reality by an American voice saying "Please stay where you are, all of you! Blankets are being brought around to you. Transport will be provided shortly, and you will be taken to a secure location." A female soldier duly handed me a blanket. "It'll be alright love." She said to me. "It's not the first incident like this I've attended. You're all in safe hands now. The situation will be explained once we have you all back at camp." "Where's that." I asked in my now strangely high pitched voice." "We're taking you all to Menwith Hill. We're on Blubberhouses moor at the moment. The helicopters will be here shortly." So there we all sat there in stunned silence each one of us trying coming to terms with what had happened. All of the women were exploring their bodies under their individual blankets. We observed armed soldiers removing what we took to be our captors from the strange craft. By now the first of the helicopters had landed and they were taken away. More helicopters were now arriving. There were about a dozen of them, all transport helicopters. We were instructed to board them. I sat down on the end of the row. The girl next to me looked totally bewildered. I suppose we all were. It's not everyday you get kidnapped whilst out walking, and have your sex changed. "Listen ladies," said female officer, "My name is Captain Helen Heys. Yes you are all aware of what has happened. You are all women now. I won't go into more detail other than to say the procedure you have all undergone is irreversible. For all purposes you are all fully functional biological females. We will shortly be arriving at Menwith Hill, near Harrogate. You will all be given clothing and accommodation for the next few days until you are taken to more appropriate accommodation. Whilst you are at Menwith Hill you will undergo medical examination to check everything is OK. We don't believe any of you has been impregnated, but you are all fully reproductive females.now! The helicopter began it's decent. Before alighting we were all given slippers. We followed Helen off. She led us into an underground complex by way of a sloping ramp. We were taken to a large hall with enough chairs for everyone. At the far end was a stage. Sitting around the edges of the room were military officials from both American and British military. They were sat behind long rows of desks. We were led in line to each of the 3 desks in pairs. At the first desk we were asked our names and addresses, next of kin. When I gave my name no one was surprised. At the second desk we were asked details of employment, and at the third desk a brief medical history was taken. We were asked to go behind a screen. There was a girl there taking measurements of each girl. It was my turn. I was asked to remove my blanket. This I reluctantly did. I was weighed. Then another girl came in and measured my height, bust, waist and hips. We were then instructed to sit down. So the lecture began. On stage sat at the side of the table were about a dozen female officers, including Helen. In the centre were three important looking officers. Two were British one was American. The female officers were half-British and half-American. What a sight we must have looked fifty-five totally confused women who had been men a few hours previously. "I'm Colonel John Smith; yes that's my real name," he said in a British accent. "Before we take you to your individual rooms, we would like a few word with you. So forgive us not allowing you get dressed, but it will take a little while longer to get the correct fitting clothes for each of you. However I just want to reassure you that everything is in hand. The situation has been briefly explained to you. You are all complete females. I can't go into too much detail but this is not the first time we have encountered the Hrugill as they are called. They are as you saw them humanoid creatures. You were to be taken to their home planet for breeding purposes. We believe their population was denuded some time ago of a large percentage of their female population." "The transformation you have all undergone takes place within a few minutes of being captured, and is beyond our technology to rectify. You may have heard about 'nano technology' in science fiction stories. You are living proof it is science fact. That is how you were transformed from male to female in such a short space of time. So for the rest of your natural lives you are female. You can either be relocated or volunteer to help staff a camp not too far from here. It's rewarding work. You will be allowed quite a bit of freedom if you decide on the latter course of action. But you must not tell anyone, outside your immediate family what has occurred. They will be informed you are safe and well. They will be able to visit you in the next few weeks, but until that time will not be given more complete details. I will now hand over to Dr Jenkins of the Pentagon." "Welcome ladies. I have been asked to talk to you today because of the unusual nature of what has occurred to you. I'm sure by now you realise this is not the first incidence of this nature that we have encountered. This has been a worldwide phenomenon now for about the past 40.years. For obvious reasons this fact has been kept from the general public. We don't want to cause widespread panic. I'm here to explain about the camps we have set up. These are under military control, but they have a civilian head or warden. "These camps contain young men between the ages of 16 and 20 who are out of control. As society has become more violent we have had to find new ways to try to control it. The conventional methods aren't working. We have a number of camps where young potentially violent offenders are kept for society's own good. The discipline in these camps is strict initially. If the inmates respond we reward them with sex. This is where you transformees come in if you volunteer to work in these camps you will carry out the duties assigned to you. "A number of you have professional qualifications, which will be particularly useful in these camps. In addition, you will find that as time goes by the young men surrounding you will increasingly sexually arouse you. It usually takes about four weeks for your female hormones to kick in completely, by which time you will be ready for any young man. We have found that you give off certain pheromones that stimulate young males in particular. Even though you may at first think you are a bit frumpy, after a while your bodies will respond by your breasts increasing in size. Your hips will also widen even more. "Also your chronological age no longer matches your physiological age. Each one of you is physiologically about twenty years younger than you were earlier today. We have also found from previous transformees that the life span of transformees is increased. All of you in this room will have at least another thirty years of reproductive life left. These are the facts as we know them from previous encounters with the humanoid race that changed you. The choice is yours if you choose not to participate you will be relocated to a place of your choice, but not to the area where you previously lived. We are not pressurising you, but you have 4 days to decide." And so the good Doctors speech finished. I think all the new women were gobsmacked to say the least. The next part of the lecture was all the women on the stage gave us a brief history of themselves. It transpired they had all been men previously. Then it was over. They gathered us into groups of 11. Helen was allocated to our group so as to facilitate our integration and make us feel welcome.. "First," she said, "we will allocate you quarters. You will have to share 2 to a room while you are here. However they are large rooms, with en suite bathrooms. You will find wardrobes with basic clothes. We have also supplied you with a basic set of underwear and deodorants. However I think you'll initially be more comfortable just wearing the track suits. From now on you'll have to wear bras because your breasts will otherwise become very tender from rubbing on the fabric of shirts and blouses. Follow me and I'll take you to your rooms." She led us out of the hall and into a corridor. We were again descending. However it wasn't claustrophobic because there were windows above us which allowed light in. It was spacious. We were shown into our room last of our entire group. "There's a list of mealtimes on the noticeboard outside," she said. "Also there are plenty of things in the bathroom cupboard, towels shampoo and soap plus shower gel. Everything's provided. If there's something you want we can be contacted on the phone on the wall. It's now 6pm. Dinner will be served at seven thirty. Afterwards there'll be another lecture in the main hall. Tomorrows going to be a busy day for you both because you'll both undergo a thorough medical examination. You'll both have to choose new female names of course, but there's no rush for the moment. Any way I'll see you both later." The other girl and myself hadn't had time to talk before. I introduced myself. She told me her name had been John Andrews. She had lived in Derby. She had been on a walking holiday in the Peak district, and had been abducted the day before whilst walking on Kinder Scout. She was 57 years old, but now looked like a girl in her late twenties or early thirties. She had been married for 20 years, but had divorced her wife the previous year. She now lived alone and worked as a Chartered physiotherapist for Derby area health authority. She had already thought of a name, from now on she would be known as Joanne. She really was a stunner. I hadn't seen my self since my change..Joanne said, "you're really very pretty you know." We were both still a bit self-consciousness. However we were to share the same room for a number of days. So we both removed our blankets. I looked in the full-length mirror. I was amazed at what I saw. I was beautiful. Joanne was also examining herself. "What are you going to call yourself?" she asked me. "I'm not so sure," I replied. "I like Karen, yes call me Karen from now on." So I called myself Karen. We both checked out the room. There were 2 single beds in it, plus a chest of drawers, with various undergarments and deodorants and feminine hygiene products. I certainly hadn't even considered the biological side of myself until now. I like, my roommate were fully functional, biological fertile women. I wondered when my period would start. Joanne mentioned it first: "I suppose they'll give us more information later." She said, "After all we are all new to this aren't we. I've never been a woman before. Have you Karen." "No it's all new to me too." I jokingly replied. We both felt a bit grubby. After all we had been sitting on a moor naked before we came here. "I think I'll have a shower," I said. So while I had a quick shower Joanne had a bath. It was sensual experience. My nipples soon became erect as the water splashed on them. It was a whole new experience to feel my breasts sway as I moved. I was also getting a tingling sensation in the region of my new vagina. I could only imagine my newly acquired clitoris was becoming erect. It wasn't an unpleasant experience. I could only wait with anticipation for what was to follow. If Joanne hadn't been in the bath I'm sure I would have explored my new body more thoroughly. Later Joanne was to confide in me that she had the same sensation whilst in the bath. I couldn't believe how soft my skin was. Although I felt I had lost some muscle mass my body felt toned. I couldn't get over how my face felt. It was so smooth. I couldn't believe I would never again facial hair. My bottom was so soft and rounded. I could imagine myself as some schoolboy's wet erotic dream. It was hard to believe that from now on the male of the species would be lusting after me. We had bathed longer than we had intended. So we hurriedly got dressed. We both dressed simply. The underwear was comfortable. We both wore the simple sloggi knickers with a matching bra. This was a bit difficult to put on but we fastened each others bra. We hadn't learned to fasten the bra first at the front and turn it around. We both found a small bottle of Estee lauder "beyond paradise" in our respective chest of drawers. I had always liked this perfume when I had girlfriends. I would often buy it for them because I found the fragrance to be very feminine and alluring. In our wardrobes we found simple clothing a few pairs of trousers and the simple feminine styled tracksuits. I wore a light blue one, and Joanne wore a grey one. They fit us quit well. We then made our way to the dining room. It was a nice meal, either chicken or salmon was available as the main course. I stuck to the chicken. I once had a bad experience with salmon, and I vowed never again to eat it. Everybody appeared more relaxed now. I suppose we had all resigned ourselves to our fate. In any case there wasn't anything we could do about it. After we had eaten we made our way to the lecture theatre again. The same people were on stage who had been there earlier. In addition there were another four people, 2 male and 2 female. Dr Jenkins started the proceedings. "Welcome back ladies. I hope you are all feeling a bit more relaxed now. With us here tonight are DR Allanson, Dr Ryder, Dr Heath and nurse Darby. The three doctors here are all gynaecologists and head the team. You will meet the other team members tomorrow. Nurse Darby is the head of our midwifery section and will explain to you the more intimate part of your transformation. I however can put your minds at rest on one thing. Newly transformed individuals don't start their periods until at least thirty days after their transformation. So all of you ladies in this room are all right for at least one month. When your periods do start they will be quite regular. Also your life expectancy has been greatly increased. Not only have you got at least thirty years of reproductive life left. You should all live to over one hundred years of age without any infirmity happening to you. You all have a greater resistance to known cancers. Plus you will not suffer from heart disease. These are a few of the benefits of your transformation. I will now hand over to Dr Allanson." He was a tall man in his early fifties. He had been a gynaecologist for over thirty years. He spent the next half-hour giving us greater detail about how the transformation process would affect us. He gave us a bit too much information for our own good. New transformees, as they called us, would initially undergo a period of bodily adjustment. During this time our bodies were responding to our new female hormones. After our first periods our sex drives would also increase dramatically. We were about to find out that most of us would be horny women. Transformees had a particular penchant for men much younger than themselves. They thought this was probably due to the fact that men below twenty had also a very high sex drive. It had been know for quite a while, according to Dr Allanson, that females over the age of thirty-five had an increased libido; in comparison to when they were younger. He said the latest thinking is that the ideal sexual partnership would be a woman over 36 and a boy of 18. He then handed over to nurse Juliet Darby. She just told us what to expect in the morning. We would undergo a thorough examination. This would be followed by an M.R.I. scan. This would ensure there were no internal problems. She reassured us though that there had been no problems with any rescued transformees before. In fact they had all been found to be in the rudest of health. What each of us also found a bit disconcerting was the fact that all previous transformees were found to be very fertile. Indeed Julie told us about some of the earlier transformees. Some of them had borne as many as 20 children over a 14-year period without any harm to them. It seemed that part of the transformation process had altered the brain pattern in a large percentage of the people transformed. This resulted in the females wanting to have a very large family. Juliet confided in us that she too had once been a man. She had been captured and transformed by her abductors more than ten years ago, when she was 56..She now looked like a woman in her mid thirties. She was now married to her second husband who was only 19. She had seven children, aged 2,3,2 at 4,6 and 8. She was now three months pregnant with her eighth child. She loved the feeling of being pregnant, and even welcomed the pain of childbirth. Her husband was now only 23. He had first impregnated her on her 59th birthday when he was only 15. Her actual physiological age at the time was much younger than this. It was estimated that was about 33. She believed she would still be bearing children in 15 years time. It was getting late. We had all had a hectic day. We had spent another 90 minutes talking in the lecture hall. We were all getting acquainted with each other. The majority of the latest intake of transformees had been abducted whilst walking in open countryside. We were informed this was the usual method of taking people. Non of us were happy about the situation, but at least we all realised we weren't alone. In fact since the transformations had started some years before about 500,000 women had been rescued from their abductors world-wide. It was anybody's guess how many had been taken back to their home planet for mating. I was shattered. I needed to sleep. Joanne and I left the hall together. We had been getting on well all night. I was glad they had paired me up with her. For one thing we both worked in health care. Joanne and I were also comforted by the fact that Juliet had gone through the same trauma as us and had come out all right. That is one of the reasons I had made my mind up that night to give it a go at their camp for wayward boys. We got back to our room. I had a quick wash, cleaned my teeth, and changed into the nightwear provided. It turned out neither of us was as tired as we imagined. We talked well into the early hours. Joanne, like me, had pondered what to do next.. Juliet's reassuring words had convinced her to give the job at the camp a try. That night I had some of the strangest dreams I had ever had: I had just got married, it was my wedding night. I stripped off all of my clothes very seductively. I just left my stockings on. I sprayed a little perfume on. I then turned around to join my new husband in bed. To my surprise lying in bed was a young boy, no more than sixteen years old. Then I was in bed with him. For such a young man he was an experience lover. He entered me in the missionary position.. He was huge. I helped guide him into me. My arms were round his back. I squeezed his buttocks as he thrust into me. I felt him shudder as he came against my cervix. Then my own orgasm came, load after load of his semen washed me as I cried with joy. Then I was pregnant, really big. I was just about to give birth. The same young boy was there. Then my baby was in my arms. It was a beautiful baby girl. I felt so happy. Then I was home again. I was making tea and waiting for my boy to come home. I felt so sexy. The baby was six months old. My figure had returned to its original condition. Then tea was over. I was washing the crockery. My boy was drying. He was cuddling me. He obviously wanted to make love. So did I. He towered over me yet he couldn't be any more than seventeen years old. He picked me up and carried me upstairs. I had to look at the baby first. She was asleep. We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. We undressed each other. He had taken off, my blouse, my bra, my skirt, my tights and panties. He was then in me. Oh God! I wanted him in me as deep as he could go. I knew it was my fertile time of the month. He came to his climax. I could feel him hitting my cervix with his penis. His semen flooded my womb. I came and as I did I thought, "I hope I become pregnant. I want another baby. I want as many babies as you can give me." Then I was awake. So was Joanne. "What a dream!" we said together. It was still only early. The clock said it was 04:15. We talked some more. It seemed we were having very similar sexy dreams. " Do you remember what Dr Jenkins told us Karen?" She said. "Yes that transformees tend to have erotic dreams, especially directly after they've been changed." I replied. It was thought that the dreams were a part of the acclimatisation process. It was all designed to get us used to being women, and prepare our bodies for childbearing. I didn't care. All I wanted at that moment was to go back to sleep and have another one. So I did. This time the dream was more subdued. I was 4 months pregnant knew. I was carrying twins. It was late at night. We were in bed naked. He was making love to me. I was in ecstasy. We just couldn't get enough of each other. All I wanted to do was make love to my young stud and bear his children. Then I was giving birth to twin baby boys. He was there holding my hand. I was home again. Then I home again. My daughter was in nursery and the twins were asleep. He had come home for his lunch. Instead he took me to bed and made love to me. And so the dreams continued We made love and I had his babies. I woke up I thought I was going mad or becoming a sexual deviant. It was 7:30 in the morning. I needed a bath. Joanne was still asleep so I crawled into the bathroom and ran the water. It was heaven I soaped myself all over. Then lay there. It was a sensual experience. The pent up sexual tension I was feeling after my erotic dreams was overwhelming. I needed relief. I had to explore this new body of mine. My breasts were tight , my nipples were like buttons. My hands explored further down and came to the junction between my thighs. I began to rub the cleft of my vaginal opening. I inserted two fingers into myself. With the other hand I found my little nub of a clitoris. It was electric. I was in heaven. I continued rubbing my clit. My other hand moved from vagina to breasts. The feeling was beyond anything I had experienced before as a man. I suddenly felt a sweet sensation spread from my clit to my vagina. It flooded my entire vagina and deeper within me. It was pure bliss. I didn't want it to end. I let out a low moan. I heard a cry from the bedroom. That brought me back to earth. I realised Joanne. Was doing the same thing. I just lay there for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was only a matter of minutes. What time was it. We had to get breakfast at 8:30, and be in the hall for more lectures by 9:45. I jumped out of the bath and rushed to get dried. I quickly got dressed while Joanne showered. There was much discussion at breakfast. There were also a lot of happy smiling faces in the dining room. This was in sharp contrast to yesterday afternoon when we were rescued. As we entered the lecture theatre we were handed an information pack. A lot of information we were given was in the pack. We had already had a rushed feminine hygiene lecture from Juliet. This was the basic stuff like wipe from front to back so as not to spread bacteria into the vaginal cavity. This was obvious but a thing that males don't have to think about. However from now on it was essential that we put this into practice. We were now all female. The lecture started with Juliet. "Well ladies I hope you had a pleasant night." She said. "The visions you probably experienced in your dreams last night, we believe are part of the conditioning process developed by your abductors. We believe it is designed to make you fit more easily into your new roles. From past experience we have found this to be true. Within a month most of you will have accepted your new status. Within 3 months all of you will have accepted your change completely." The 2-hour lecture was soon over. Some of the things they told us about we already knew from yesterday, but they went into greater detail. It seems when the abductions first occurred they almost always took females. This changed later. Now almost always males were taken and transformed almost immediately. The latest thinking behind this was that the procedure made the transformees more compliant than natural females could ever be. There were still a lot of unanswered questions. Why not just abduct females and alter their brain patterns like ours had been altered. One explanation was that our abductors technology was so far in advance of our own that it was just as easy to alter males. Also it was felt that males were easier to abduct. After all most abductees were taken from exposed moorland sites. Single males were more likely to go out walking on the moors on their own. The afternoon session consisted of the medical examination. Having your feet up in stirrups was a new experience to us all. The vaginal examination wasn't as unpleasant as I thought it would be. All treansformees were found to be lacking a hymen, the thin membrane that stretches across the vaginal opening. Presumably our abductors thought this was unnecessary. We then underwent an M.R.I. scan. For this purpose a mobile unit was used. The scanner was fitted inside a double deck bus. The scan was fine but was also a little bit noisy and claustrophobic. We were shown our scan. All of the female parts were found to be present on everyone of the latest batch of transformees. We were, as our rescuers knew, complete biological women. After the scan we were allowed a walk around the gardens of this part of the base. It really was a pleasant place. Most of us strolled around the garden for the rest of the afternoon. After we had dinner we had another meeting in the lecture hall. This was an informal affair with light refreshments being provided. The camps that had been set up intrigued a lot of us. We were under no pressure to do so, but a number of us put our names down to work in them. The nearest one to where we were was on the moors between Bradford and Burnley. Joanne and I both volunteered to work there. I only hoped I had made the right decision. I still remember my father telling me: "never volunteer for anything!" He was of course relating his own experiences during the war. He had put his name forward as a volunteer, and consequently spent the next six years in North Africa and Italy in the tank corp. The camp we had volunteered for had housing for about 3,500 women. These were housed in large comfortable houses. At the moment these were about 75% occupied. The camps were situated nearby. At the moment there were about 4,000 young offenders there, ranging from 15 to 24 year old. However over 90% of them were between 16 and 19. Boys below 16 years of age were kept in a special section. They were allowed to interact with females, but were not allowed any sexual contact until they were 16. There were a number of transformed girls who didn't initially want children. These girls volunteered to act as "pleasure girls" to keep the unattached young men sexually satisfied. The camp itself was almost like a small town. It had all the normal facilities. These included library, shopping area, a small medical centre. There was even a swimming pool and gymnasium, with a running track. There was interaction between the women and the young boys in the camp. The women were of course all transformees. A number of them had becoming intimate with the camp inmates. Even a few children had been conceived and born. It was society's new method of controlling aberrant behaviour with a system of reward and punishment. If the boys didn't behave they didn't get any sex. It was found that this method of control was actually working. It was teaching a new sense of responsibility to otherwise unruly and uncontrollable individuals. So it was to this camp that the majority of us would go in seven days time. Out of fifty-five of us "girls" who had been rescued fifty of us would go there. This was where our resident midwife Juliet now lived. The next few days just flew by. We were all still having erotic dreams. We were also expected to fill in a daily record of our erotic nightly encounters. This gave the authorities an idea of our sexual orientation. Because of all this talk of sex I found I couldn't leave my new body alone. I would usually masturbate myself to sleep at night. I just felt so sexually aroused and horny all the time. I had never felt this sexually aware when I was male. During this period we were becoming more fashion conscious. Some of the new girls experimented by wearing skirts and dresses, my self included. The clothes were provided by our kind hosts. During this time we attended health classes. These were designed to help us get used to our new bodies. They taught us how to insert a tampon, and how many times a day we should change them once our periods had started. A lot of emphasis was placed on the sexual implications of our change. We were told, as we had been beforehand, that we were extremely fertile. We were informed the various forms of birth control we could use. We were strongly advised against "the pill" because in 50% of transformees is just wasn't an effective method of contraception. Indeed in previous years a high percentage of girls had become pregnant whilst using it. During the next few days we were allowed to go into Harrogate to acquire more clothes and toiletries. We were taken there in small groups. It was definitely a strange sensation shopping as a woman, but we were supervised whilst there. Of course we women couldn't pay, our hosts paid the bills. Our financial situation would have to be sorted out later. A coach had been arranged to take us to the camp. On our day of departure all our baggage was loaded on the coach. It wasn't a long journey to the camp, it took about an hour. Most of us "girls wore dresses or skirts. They felt more comfortable to me anyway. On the way there Joanne and I sat together. We had become good friends by now, and we were both looking forward to starting our new lives there. Joanne would be going back to her old job as a physiotherapist and I would be working in podiatry at the medical centre there. None of us were under any illusions what the implications of working at such a camp meant. There were a few thousand horny young men who were there to learn better behaviour. We were all now nubile fertile women, albeit still virgins, but with high sex drives. We were going there to compliment the males at the camp and even out the numbers. It was obvious that given time pairing off between the boys and us would occur. In a way it was a form of social control. The whole situation was going to be one of high sexual tension. None of us doubted that. We had a lecture before we set off. The main theme of which was to get our first periods over with before any physical contact began. What this really meant was refrain from sex until then. Another reason for the existence of these camps, we had been told, was to help counteract the declining birth rate in certain western countries. The future was beginning to look very interesting. The camp consisted of two parts blockhouses for the males, and houses for the females and couples. In the block houses each prisoner had his own room.. The houses were quite large and spacious. There was a small industrial unit nearby where the inmates worked during the day. There was a carpet weaving shed, fire and smoke alarm manufacturer and a small foundry. The inmates were kept busy. This didn't mean to say there wasn't any trouble, but these were minor skirmishes. No serious injuries occurred. It was after all a prison, of sorts. The inmates were persistent petty offenders. Their energy was channelled into other activities. When they were sentenced they were given undefined sentences. It was hoped eventually they would actually settle there and that the settlement would grow. Thus it would be transformed to a small town. However for the time being they were prisoners and not allowed out unless supervised. The reasons behind this were twofold: to prevent inmates from absconding and to make sure they didn't contract any sexually transmitted diseases whilst out of the camp. So to prevent the spread of STD they were regularly checked. Because of these precautions the inmates were all clear. It was also imperative that us girls undergo a similar regime. It was into this environment that we entered the camp on a bright morning in late May. We were each allocated our respective dwellings. I was next door to Joanne. We were both glad of this, as we both were still a little bit apprehensive about the situation. The powers that be realised this and we were allowed a few days off before we all started in our respective jobs. After unpacking our belongings we explored our part of the camp. It was quite pleasant A lot of thought had gone into it's planning. Although we were amongst the hills the camp itself was situated on a plateau. There were a couple of parks with wooded walks. The swimming pool was situated mid way between the two camps with entrances on both sides. The camps themselves were separated by a fence. They didn't want the boys sneaking into our camp, or vice versa. Not that they were trying to keep us apart but they wanted any liaison between us to be conducted properly. There were set times when inmates of both sections of the camp could associate with each other. It was only normal for such interactions to take place. It was a warm day so we decided to go for a swim. There was a number of other "girls", in our group, whom we had become friendly with. So went all went to the pool together. There were 2 pools one smaller than the other. It was a mixed bathing area. There were a number of women already there. There were also a number of young men. All told 8 of us spent about 2 hours at the pool. We were paid a lot of attention by some young men in the footbath area. It was no real problem. They just admired us. This was completely natural I suppose, as they had never seen us before. We even got quite chatty with them but that's as far as it went. We did however exchange names. As there was a dance and disco on Saturday we agreed to meet them there. This we were allowed to do. There was quite a bit of freedom in the camp, and we were actively encouraged to meet these young men. After we had showered and changed we went to buy in a few groceries from the local store. We wouldn't need much because there was quite a good restaurant in the medical centre where we would be working. There appeared to be a high percentage of pregnant women in the camp. In the evening there was going to be a reception to welcome us to the camp. This was in the large hall, as it was called. An equal number of prisoners were there as well. They made us feel welcome. It was a pleasant evening we were even allowed to go on a short walk in the grounds of the nearby park with some of the inmates. They were really trying to get us into the swing of things. Of course we were supervised, so as to avoid anything "improper" occurring. There would be plenty of time for that later. I walked with a young man called Jamil who we had. Met earlier in the pool. He was just over 17 years old. He had been sentenced for his involvement in a number of robberies and a near fatal stabbing in his hometown of Bradford. He had been in the camp about 3 years, and had come here as soon has he had made up 14. Before this he had been at a young offenders institute. He admitted himself he had been "out of control for a number of years", ever since he was 10. Like other inmates he had been told the truth about us. He knew up till a short while ago we had been men. He even admitted to me that it turned a lot of the boys on to know this. Joanne was with a boy of 17 called Rashid from Leeds. His story was very similar to Jamil's. It had been a very pleasant evening. I was going to meet Jamil again at the weekend. At the pool. I was also going to the dance with him. Joanne had agreed to the same with Rashid. The boys, like us, had agreed to take things slow. We would see how things developed. Helen had agreed to take me back to my old house to pick up a few items.. My brother would me us there with his wife. He had been given enough information to satisfy his curiosity. Other girls would be doing the same thing over the next few days. So the next morning, after a quick shower and light breakfast, we set off for home. I had decided to wear a trouser suit for the journey. I thought it best. Another girl Julie would be going with us. She lived in nearby Kelbrook. It was 9:30 when we got to my home. After a quick introduction to my brother Frank and his wife Judith, Helen went with Julie to pick up her personal belongings. They would be back within 2 hours to pick me up. My brother and his wife were quite surprised when they saw me. "Wow Kevin is that really you?" he stammered. "Yes it is. What do you think of me now, big brother?" I replied. "My God!" You're beautiful. Sorry you're Karen now aren't you," he replied. So for the next 2 hours we talked like we had never talked before. I was able to convince him and Judith beyond any doubt it really was me he was talking to. I told him things only I knew. By the time Helen arrived back with Julie, I realised the powers that be hadn't been idle either. My money from my bank and building society accounts had been withdrawn and paid into another account in my new name. My brother had also played a large part in this. I was amazed how quickly this had happened. Helen reassured me that under unusual circumstances like this banks could be made to co-operate fully. Now with my full agreement my house would be put for sale. Indeed a local dentist had already agreed, provisionally, to buy it. It would seem any concerns I had regarding my financial situation had already been sorted out. Frank and Judith promised to visit me at the camp a week on Sunday with my niece Alice. She was now 18 and had just started university at Durham. All three of them had been sworn to secrecy as to what had happened. So it was with a great sense relief I returned to the camp. I had brought back with me quite a few personal items. Other things would follow. Anything surplus to my requirements would be sold. I was not due to start work until the following Tuesday. For the rest of the week I relaxed with Joanne and the other girls. We were just trying to get our lives back together. We also realised it was a great offer we had at the camp. By agreeing to work in the medical facility we lived in the houses rent-free. Also all of our gas, electricity and water facilities were supplied at a nominal price of ?75 per annum. This was taken out of our weekly allowance of ?140 we were paid for working at the clinic. This was an open-ended arrangement. The price would be reviewed each year, but it would never rise by more than the rate of inflation. The same applied to our weekly allowance. All told it was beyond my wildest dreams. We were allowed to leave at any time, and would be relocated if we so desired. However with such incentives to stay, I thought I would be mad not to take up this offer. And so Saturday came around. We went to the pool in the afternoon. Jamil and Rashid were there of course. It was a fun afternoon. A few of the other girls from "our group" were also getting into the swing of things. They were also becoming friendly with young inmates'. We spent about 3 hours in the pool. Because we had "partners" with us we were allowed to go to the restaurant with them for some light refreshments. We spent another hour together. Then Joanne and I went of to get ready for the dance. It was 9:30 when we got there. The boys were already there. The hall was full. We danced and chatted. The music wasn't too loud, for a disco. By midnight we were ready to leave. The boys had been allowed to stop out until 12:30. They reluctantly parted from us shortly before their allotted time. However we agreed to meet them the following afternoon. Joanne confided in me she didn't know how long it would be before she gave in to the carnal desires she was feeling. "I know what you mean," I replied. "It's so overwhelming isn't it." The next day we met them about 2:30. I wanted to tidy up a bit at home and do some washing and ironing., in the morning. Jamil and I were getting on quite well. When I asked him about girls he confided in me and told me he had an older sister. She had shown him what to do. He said no more about it. He also said he had always had a "thing" for older women. "We'll see how it goes Jamil. They want us to control ourselves for a few weeks more. You'll just have to be patient for a little while longer." That was all I could say t o him. He cuddled me from behind. I could feel his erection pressing against my back Up till then I hadn't noticed how firm and toned his muscles were. I had been impressed by his physique. He had told me he had taken up weight training when he came to the camp. So we parted and agreed to keep in touch and meet again the following weekend. The next week flew by. The job went better than I expected it to. There was a lot to do and there were a lot of patients to see, but there were 2 podiatrists working in my clinic, a girl and myself called Janet. She had been here six months and had been "taken" whilst on holiday in Wales. In her previous life she was called Graham Johnson, and had been a 56-year-old divorced father of three boys. She had previously worked in private practice in her native Liverpool. She now looked to be in her early thirties and was seeing a camp inmate called shabir. He was just 18 years old. I was getting increasingly sexually frustrated. All through the week I would lay in bed at night and bring myself to orgasm, all the while I was thinking about making love to Jamil. I could imagine him doing the same in his bed. I was still having my erotic dreams. However they didn't subside in intensity. They were more vivid than before. Whilst talking to other girls they would say that's how they felt as well. That is how I felt when I met Jamil the following Saturday. I felt totally unfulfilled. It was agony I needed release from these feelings. I felt only by allowing a boy to make love to me could feel better. I found it difficult to restrain myself I wanted to take things slowly. I didn't want to rush into anything. I also didn't want this young stud to think I was an easy lay; I decided to play coy. There was a good reason for refraining from sex for the time being. Although we were now fully functional biological females, after the transformation process the vaginal wall could still be a little bit fragile. In a few cases minor tears had appeared in the walls of some girls vaginas if they had intercourse during the first 3 weeks after being transformed. Granted these had only appeared in a minority of cases, especially when vigorous sex took place. It was felt best to refrain from intercourse for the first month after being changed. It had been confirmed by M.R.I. scan that for the first few weeks the vaginal wall tended to be a bit thin in newly transformed girls. After about three weeks more collagen and elastin fibres were laid down in the deeper tissues of the wall. Consequently the vaginal wall was actually found to be stronger and more flexible than in natural females. So we were asked to refrain from sex for a very practical reason. During this time we had vaginal examinations every 3 days. I was actually beginning to fall for this young boy who was old enough to be my son. Now I had to give thought to what form of birth control that we were going to use should things develop. It was only a matter of time before nature would take its course. He was after all a horny young man with a high sperm count and consequently potent at making me pregnant. At the same time as Jamil and I were getting acquainted, Joanne and Rashid were becoming closer as well. On Saturday afternoon Joanne, Rashid, Jamil and myself met in the pool again. Afterwards we visited the oriental garden in the park. They had to be back in the camp for 5pm. We left them and promised to meet up next weekend. In the evening Joanne and myself were going out for a meal. We were meeting some other friends of our s at the restaurant. We had a table for 6. Besides Joanne and myself there was Jane, Alice, Melanie and Andrea. Jane was previously a long distance lorry driver. She was abducted from a lay-by one night. Alice had been a National Park warden working in the Southwest. She had been abducted one afternoon whilst checking on footpath accessibility. Melanie and Andrea were formerly two policeman, who had been colleagues for a number of years. They both came from the same remote part of County Durham near Stanhope. We all had a great time. After the meal we went for a stroll around "the town. It really was a placid little place considering its purpose. All of a sudden there were lights in the sky. We immediately recognised the shape of the craft that had now appeared. It was a similar craft to the one we had been taken and transformed in. The came and hovered above the town about 300 yards from us. A light appeared from it's base. It touched the ground. It proceeded to travel towards a group of women. Another 2 craft appeared out of nowhere. Then it happened so suddenly. Three bright lights shot out from the moor above us and hit the three crafts. The light from the craft, which had appeared first, went out before it was near anybody. The three craft were somehow disabled and appeared to be dragged to the top of the moor from where the lights had come from. Then they were gone. Out of the night there appeared lots of armed troops. Helen was with them. "Good evening ladies. It's probably best everyone goes inside now. Jane, Alice, Melanie and Andrea left with some of the soldiers. Joanne, Helen and myself went into my house. The remaining troops stood guard outside. I quickly made some tea. It's a very English thing to do. In any crisis first put the kettle on and make some tea. When we sat down Helen started to talk. "I'll stop a little longer. I just want to reassure you there is no more danger." She suddenly got a call on her radio. "Be back in a minute." 30 seconds later she was back with us after receiving news. "It's ok the crisis is over we've got all 3 craft plus the occupants. We guard camps like this regularly. They've got a bit reckless lately. We think their just testing us. What they don't know is we've got a bit more of their technology than they realise. This might just be the turning point. If you've a bit of time we'll have a little talk." So talk she did. They knew a lot more about our visitors than they had "let on" to us. They were almost human creatures. Their biology was almost identical to ours. They even believed they came from a similar star system to ours. What she told us was a bit uncomfortable. They weren't really a nasty race. They thought their history-paralleled humanities. There the similar ended. Their technology was literally thousands of years in advance of ours. It turned out that their race had been depleted of females in a war between different power blocks on their home planet. That had led to a speedy end to the war. The survival of their species took priority over any petty squabbles they might have between them. How they had brought all the crafts down Helen didn't say. Helen was quite pleased by their evening's work. "We don't think they'll be back. This is the third time they've tried to re-abduct their quarry, and it's the third time they've come unstuck. They're not stupid. We think they're getting more impulsive and desperate. Anyway you can now rest safely." She just stopped with us a few more minutes. We exchanged small talk. She was glad to know that we had settled in well. She was also glad that we were getting involved with the boys in the camp. After the evenings activities it was 2 am before Joanne or myself went to bed. We stopped up talking for a long time. We also wanted a quick word with the other girls. We had been given more information than they had. So it was late when we got up on Sunday morning. It was going to be a busy day. My brother and family were due to visit at 11:30. I hadn't a lot of time to get ready. It was visiting day for us new girls a lot of families were arriving today. After the previous evening added security was visibly present. This time I wore a dress.. Joanne and I went to the "gate " to greet our visitors. Joanne's sister and husband were coming to see her. It was the first time she had seen her since her change Alice could hardly believe that I had once been her uncle. However it went well. we went to one of the outdoor cafes in the park. For the rest of the afternoon we just talked. By the time they left at 4pm we had become closer as a family than we had ever been. We promised to keep in touch, by phone. They would visit in three more weeks. I promised to visit them whenever I could. So things continued like this for a few more weeks. Joanne and I started going to the gym and sauna twice a week. It kept us fit and helped keep our minds off sex. We still experienced the erotic dreams. They didn't subside at all. Then thirty days after I had been transformed my period started. I knew what to expect Joanne's period had started the day before. I got up one morning to bloodstained panties. Juliet, our resident midwife had advised us, to be prepared and wear knickers with panty pads attached, in bed from the 27th day after the "transformation." This was sound advice. It prevented ruined sheets and a stained mattress. All of the transformees in our group started their periods within 24 hours of each other. The first 2 days were the worst. It was then that we bled more. Thankfully we had been taught how to insert tampons. By the fifth day my period had finished. My period started on Friday so by the Saturday, when we met the boys, Joanne and I were still bleeding. We didn't want to go swimming so we were just happy to watch them. I couldn't help but catch quick glances of their crotches. One or twice I caught Joanne doing the same. "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to hold out Karen." She confided in me. "I'm not a nympho', but I get so frustrated sometimes, especially late at night in bed." I had to agree with her it would be difficult for us all. The following Wednesday, after work, I went to have a check up. I knew what to expect by now. "Hop on the table Karen, you know the procedure, just pull your tights and panties down," said Dr Janet Jones. She then proceeded to give me a thorough examination. "All appears normal." I thought is it normal for a man to wake up in a morning, and be transformed into a woman by aliens by mid afternoon. No it definitely is not a normal situation. "You should be ok now. You should be able to commence nightly exercises if you so wish." By this she meant it was safe for me to commence sexual activity. That is it was not going to rupture my vaginal wall. However I could get pregnant if precautions were not taken. "I've heard you've been seeing that boy Raza." "Yes, we're just friends. We mostly go swimming together," I replied. "Have you thought about contraception? There's a new type of cervical cap out. In some trials it's having a 98% success rate. Do you want to give it a try?" I agreed to take one just in case. "You're safe for about 10 days now. But after that until the 16th day of your cycle you could be fertile. Your cycle should be quite regular. They usually are with you 'girls'". So I left with my little rubber friend in hand, plus the spermicide to go with it. We had already had lessons in how to use caps and diaphragms. These I didn't mind trying out. I flatly refused to even consider "the coil." I didn't like the thought of a piece of metal inserted into my womb. Besides an ex girlfriend of mine had problems once with one. So on Saturday Joanne and I met up with the boys in the pool. We had no inhibitions about going swimming this day, mainly because we wouldn't leave red streaks in the water. Afterwards we were having a bit of a get together at my place. Everything had been prepared the night before. There were 16 at my place, 8 couples in total. We were all the latest batch to be transformed. Of course we had all met the young me we were seeing at the camp. There was an air of sexual tension in the room from early on. I had been incredibly sexually aroused all day. The dreams the night before hadn't done anything to calm my carnal desires either. There was a little light music in the background from the CD player. This added to a more relaxed atmosphere. We had of course by now paired off into couples. Some were sitting around talking. Others, myself included, were being cuddled by our young men as we stood talking to other couples. This was incredibly erotic. Jamil stood behind me pressing himself into my buttocks. Now I was feeling how hard and aroused he was. I could feel my panties becoming damp. There was only one place this was leading. It was up to us girls if we wanted our boy to spend the night we had to contact their camp and tell them. By 11:30 everybody was ready to leave. I had just finished washing up when Jamil came into the kitchen. When he saw I was there he came up behind me and immediately put his arms around and started to lift my dress. ,"Not here Jamil" I implored him. "Wait just a little longer." "You mean I can stay with you tonight, Karen." "It's up to you." "But I've got to let them know," came his response. "It's ok I've already told them." I said. So we saw everybody out. It looked like a lot of us girls were going to lose our virginity tonight. We were technically speaking all virgins. I took his hand and led the way upstairs. I closed the curtains I didn't want everybody too see us. I was still a little nervous. I was glad I had nipped out to refresh myself and clean my teeth earlier. I didn't want anything to spoil the atmosphere that had been created. I just left a bedside light on. This was the first time we had been truly alone together. He pressed himself against me. I felt myself melt against him. I put my arms around him. Even with my heels on he was still taller than me. We kissed each other with passion. We held each other for a while, all the time he was stroking my body. I was rubbing myself against his erect penis. Our clothes came of very slowly. We undressed each other. I took his shirt off. He undid my dress. Soon I had only my bra, tights and panties on. I pulled his boxers down and he pressed his erection against me. He was massive. It stuck right out and pressed against my navel. He undid my bra and it fell on the floor with the rest of our clothes. He then proceeded to rub my slit between through my tights and panties. They soaked with my secretions. He laid me on the bed and pulled my tights and panties off. I just spread myself on the bed Jamil was between my thighs. I couldn't hold out I had to have him in me. I felt like a bitch on heat. All the time we were kissing each other. He sucked and kissed my nipples. By now they were like little buttons. He positioned himself to enter me. I helped guide him in me I was so wet he had no problem getting himself in me. He was beginning to thrusts in and out of me. I tried to match his thrusts. I had never felt so fulfilled. We complemented each other. Right there I just wanted this feeling to last forever. I clung to his muscular back as he repeatedly thrust into me. I could feel my orgasm building. I cried out with love and lust as I came. I felt Jamil begin to shudder as he filled me with his life giving seed. Wave after wave of semen washed my cervix. I clung to him and burst into tears. I came back to earth when I heard him call, " Karen, are you alright?" "I'm fine," I replied. "I've never felt better." That was the first session in a long night of lovemaking. Although I had never been with a man before, sex just seemed to come naturally to me. During our induction course we were told this would be the case. It seemed our captors wanted us all to become compliant little baby makers. We crawled into bed then, to begin our next round. By the time we finally got to sleep around about 2:30, we had made love another 3 times. I could only I imagine how the other girls were getting on. I awoke first in the morning. His morning erection was pressing into my back. I turned around and began to stroke him. He responded by kissing and sucking my already hard nipples. I was more than ready for him when he entered me. This time it was a slow languid love session. We did it in the missionary position. This boy was insatiable. All the time I was kneading and holding on to his buttocks as he thrust into me. It wasn't long before I felt ready to come again. I was moaning: " Oh my God, Jamil, please come in me. I want to feel you fill me Give me your babies my love." This sent him over the edge he slammed into me. Could feel him tense, then he flooded me. All I could do was lay there and moan. Afterwards we just lay there in each other's arms. This time he didn't pull out of me. We lay coupled for a long time. We just lay there and caressed each other. Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. That wasn't entirely true as far as the new batch of transformees was concerned. A group of us met up at lunchtime. Of course our new boyfriends came to. It was a strange but not entirely unpleasant experience having Jamil's semen trickling down my thighs. We spent a coupe of hours talking after lunc