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I guess I am the only man who truly understands how a woman feels after being raped. I am a victim myself. No, not raped by members of the opposite sex, but by one of my own species. I am Frank. I am of average height but slightly slender for a guy. The family I grow up in is not very wealthy, but well above average. My parents run their own business and have been doing reasonably well. I am fortunate enough to have the chance to follow my elder brother's and 2 sisters' footsteps in pursuing a degree in an established overseas college. In the interest of protecting the reputation of the university and the professional degree, the college and the course shall not be named. My academic results were not that fantastic. Therefore, I could not get a scholarship to finance my studies. Nevertheless, my parents paid for a huge portion of my school fees. I managed to cover the balance and my living expenses by working part-time and giving tuition to high-school students. The first year was a total culture shock to me. I knew very few people, almost nothing about the place and my course is one of the most demanding possible. There were other foreigners like me, but I had to adapt to a totally different culture and language. I took quite some time to get to know my course mates and my neighbours in the hostel. Perhaps it is time I introduce Jenny. I met her in the first week I stepped into the college, during the freshmen orientation camp. She was one of the organisers. I soon found out that we stayed in the same hostel, her unit is 2 levels above mine, and she also happened to be my senior. She was one of the most popular and sought-after girls back then. Jenny was very active in all kinds of extra-curricular activities and a top student in her cohort. Her face always radiates a warm yet charming smile, her eyes always appear bright and sparkles behind her frameless glasses and her silky black shoulder length hair always stop just below her shoulders. Jenny is perhaps the only girl who looks good in anything she wears and any occasion. I started visiting her after my lessons to get help with my coursework. Her knowledge and vast amount of contacts benefited me greatly. I was also thankful that she was so helpful to a junior. Before long, I have attached myself to her. Jenny graduated with a first class honours degree and her professor invites her to take part in a cross-faculty research program which leads to a direct PhD. She took the offer almost immediately and I was overjoyed. Not only am I able to see my girlfriend everyday, but I can also continue to get valuable help for my studies. However, her research topic is highly classified and I was never told the title of her research topic. I graduated with rather a good honours degree, thanks to Jenny, and applied for a post-grad course to further my studies. Even though I was a little tight financially, I find studying rather carefree and enjoyable, that is one of the reasons I decide to stay for another year or two. I had planned for a camping trip during the summer vacation with a few guy friends before starting on my post-graduate course. It was during this time Jenny came to me with something that would perhaps leave me in agony for the rest of my life. Jenny and I took a stroll around the campus, which had been somewhat deserted during the vacation, after dinner one day. Just as we returned to our hostel, Jenny came into my room and asked, "Frank, would you like to take up a holiday assignment and help me with my research project in the process?" I was stunned. I had not expected this, not after years of not being told anything about it. Besides, I had always wanted to discover the experience of a camping life with the guys. I decide to find out more about this assignment. "What kind of assignment is it?" I asked her back. "My team needs a life subject to test our invention. It is something that happens quite by chance anyway but never mind the details... Our sponsor has agreed to fork out twenty thousand dollars if someone volunteers to be the subject of this test. On top of that, they have promised to an all-expense-paid one-month trip to X_ city for the volunteer. So what do you think?" I stared at Jenny for a moment. One month and twenty thousand bucks? It sounds attractive but something smells fishy to me. Nevertheless, the offer is too good to pass up at first glance. I could work less on my part-time job until I get my masters. On top of that, I could get myself a brand new computer. My PC was getting obsolete and clearly not suitable for my further studies. I was thinking of taking a loan to upgrade it and hopefully it last another 2 years. On top of that, an all-expense-paid vacation to X_ city? It is one of the most famous and bustling cities in the world, comparable to Tokyo, New York, Riyadh and Hong Kong. Everything sounds too good to be true. "What am I suppose to do as the volunteer? When is it?" I tried to find out more about the job, but my voice clearly gave away the fact that I had 99% made up my mind to take this offer. "Well, you will be able to live like a normal person but we will be conducting a series of medical, mental and psychological tests on you during this one month. We can start anytime... how about ..." Jenny paused for a moment to check on the calendar, "Next Monday?" "So fast? What a surprise!" I tried to buy myself time to think over the offer and if it is really a good idea to take it. "By the way, why do you ask me? Why not hire 10 part-timers for the same amount or less?" "Because this series of test is something totally new and unexpected. It might not be easy finding a volunteer who can give us honest feedbacks. Besides, I guess you might need the money, so why not give it a try?" I thought for a moment. There is simply nothing wrong with the offer as far as I could think of. Besides, I am really attracted by the financial incentive. I made up my mind to take the offer. "Ok, so what do I have to prepare for?" I asked Jenny. "Nothing." Jenny is smiling with delight. "Just meet me at 8am sharp outside my laboratory. You know where it is, don't you? Oh by the way, don't bother bringing any luggage. Everything will be provided for." I didn't know what happened to me, or how I spent my weekends. The next thing I can clearly recall is that I have been taken to some medical facilities for a full body check-up and fed some tasteless liquids. After that, I was transferred to X_ city, the place where I was supposed to be given a one-month all-expense-paid holiday. For some reason, I was checked into a special apartment that looks more like a mini-hospital than a hotel or service apartment. Immediately after dinner, I was taken to a room where a short bespectacled man in his fifties introduced himself to me as "Dr Neo". His room contains almost nothing: only a desk, a computer terminal and a large plasma screen on the back wall. "Good Evening, Frank." Dr Neo greeted me with a tone that sounded like Mr Andersen from the Matrix movie. "Thank you very much for volunteering in this test. I am sure this will be a very unique experience for you and a source of valuable data for us." "Er... ya... good evening to you too." I greeted him back. "But can you tell me what is all this thing about?" Dr Neo turned on the plasma screen and pointed to some of the images. "You see, we are developing a form of personal disguise. Our client name is confidential. Not long ago, one of the researchers in another research field accidentally developed a new synthetic material that is like a normal human skin. We think it might be what we are looking for." "So how do I come in?" I asked "Well, one of the ways to personal disguise is to change a person's looks. In the most interesting case, we can alter how a person looks and behaves even to the extent of making the person appears as someone of the opposite gender." The image on the screen changes and I was half-shocked. It is a nude woman with my face. Dr Neo seems to be too excited about sharing his scientific knowledge to notice my facial expression. He continued talking. "We have done lots of computer simulations, but we still need first hand information on the effectiveness of our chemicals and hardware. The parts have been custom-made to suit you. We hope you can give us honest feedback and data about how you feel after we change your, should I say, outlook." I was too shocked to reply. This is beyond my wildest dreams. I have never imagined that my girlfriend and senior would get me involved in such a bizarre experiment. Twenty thousand bucks for being a woman for one month and she told me I would live a normal life? So what even if it is an all-expense paid holiday? It is a chance for me to be a guinea pig for one-month. Heck, I needed money, but I am not going to undergo a sex change operation for only 20 thousand. I am sure I worth more than that. "Dr Neo," I tried to sound calm, " I don't think I am interested in this experiment. I wasn't told about all this in the first place." "What?" Dr Neo asked loudly in disbelief. "I am not told about this. I want to pull out" I replied. "You can't do that." The door suddenly opened behind me and Jenny walked in with one of her fellow researchers I recognised as Helen. "I have already signed the contract on your behalf. Besides, you have seen secrets that concern national security. Either you go through this or the cops will come after you." I was in a daze, because of shock and surprise. Someone then told me a lengthy story, something about espionage and counter-intelligence agencies and how the government is developing technologies that can totally disguise their agents, erase the identities of key witnesses and create new ones. The best way, I was told, is to completely but temporarily change the gender of the subject, with such realism that no one will imagine possible. "We are using the latest technology in colour- and shape-memory synthetic polymer to create the external organs onto your body, it is rigid yet flexible and elastic." Dr Neo put a piece of underwear on his desk and start pointing to the various parts. It is a specially made man's brief that looks like the crouch area of a woman on the outside and 2 pouches inside. The back of the brief is padded to create a firm artificial hip and there is a slit down the centre-back, just large enough for exposure of the crack behind. " The best part of this material is that it retains the shape and texture of delicate human skin. The glue on the interior sticks so well that it won't be noticeable to untrained eyes. Your male organs will be totally concealed. Don't worry about the glue wearing off or this add-on slipping off. The glue we use can only be removed using a custom-made solvent that only our lab possess." Dr Neo peered at me over the top of his glasses without raising his head and continued talking, as if to himself. "You are rather slender. All we have to do is add on the breasts, apply some gel to smooth out your shoulders, put on a small wig and that should be it" Dr Neo took a deep breathe before continuing his monologue. "Well, I guess that covers all the theory. Shall we proceed with the practical?" The prospect of cross-dressing suddenly seemed so exciting to me. Although I have never done it, I have read about it on the Internet and heard rumours of how some guys have done it at some Halloween. Besides, I was too surprised to think of a rejection at that point of time. I was wheeled into an operations theatre where 4 technicians wearing "spacesuits" stripped me naked and changed me. I was also fed a bottle of white liquid before going unconscious. I woke up the next morning in my "hotel" room, fully covered under the blanket. I recalled what happened and touched myself. Gasp! I felt different! I have breasts and my crouch feels very comfortable. As my hands touched my body, I feel heightened sensitivity of my skin, especially around the breast and my new groin. The regions is so delicate and smooth to touch, yet the erecting motions of my penis are so well restrained that nothing shows on the surface of my artificial virginal. My new artificial organs fitted perfectly to my body, the colour and texture is exactly similar to my skin. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the wall and was immediately marvelled by the reflection of a naked lady. I heard a knock on the door. Before I could answer, it was opened and Jenny walked in with clothes in her hand. I blushed immediately and unconsciously covered my exposed breast and groin with my hands. "Hey, you are awake!" Jenny smiled, her eyes beaming with delight. "Wow, what a beau you have become. Oh, there is no need to be shy in front of me. Here, put these clothes on. We will take a quick breakfast and then go shopping." "Shopping? Are these clothes for me?" I asked. "Yep. The one month holiday starts now." Jenny helped me wear the clothes. It is a plain white bra, panties, a simple T-shirt, jeans and sandals. I felt a little uneasy wearing something tight across my chest for the first time, but it was better than feeling something dangling weirdly in front of me. I must be looking rather silly in girl's clothing for the first time: Jenny was giggling and laughing and teasing me all the way to the eatery. The 4 technicians, Helen and Dr Neo were waiting for us at the breakfast table downstairs. I hesitated for a moment, not sure whether to smile at them after they make me into something not even like a clown at all. To my relief, no one commented on how I looked or behaved. It was a simple, quiet breakfast. "Alright Frank, You have been erased. From now on, we will be addressing you as Stacy. Over the next 4 weeks, we will be studying how Stacy adapts to her new role and the data will be put to use in the future for protecting certain important people. As for how, let us go through your equipment..." Dr Neo put a handbag on the table and poured out the contents. "Let's see... we have a cosmetic set, a mobile phone, a wallet, driving licence, credit cards and ID card. Stacy is a fresh graduate currently working with the ministry of h__. You will also find her personal data in this palmtop." "You will live a normal life, as promised before you join our project. Jenny and I will be escorting you through all your daily activities." Helen picked up from where Dr Neo left off, "At the end of each week, we will make a record of how you feel. Mike and his team..." she stopped for a while to point to the 4 technicians, "Will be following close by to observe your performance and reactions. They will also be your bodyguards. It is a good training exercise for them as well." So that was it. I started my new life. There were many things that required attention, especially toilet businesses and general manners. I have to commend on the designers for doing a good job with the female organs I was made to wear. Liquid wastes pass out from a tube so smoothly that I feel so womanly. The only minor irritant is that I cannot change it as often as I do my underwear. Picking up manners was not too difficult, though once in a while, I forgot I had become a young lady overnight and need verbal reminders from Jenny. We spent the rest of the first week shopping for all sorts of clothing for Stacy. The joy of spending money at will is really thrilling. I began to understand why women enjoy shopping so long men are carrying their bags and paying the bills. Stacy's "working life" started on the second week, as an administrative officer in an office. By that time, I had learnt all the tricks of the trade of living out a second life. The work was very relaxing, since everyone somehow knew I was only a temporary staff. Life after working hours is typical of any working professionals': I hit the gym once, went for a jog, watched a movie and had dinner with one of my bodyguards who posed as my date. Needless to say, all these were organised by the research centre to study how well a person can slip into the new personality. By the forth week, I had grown so accustomed to Stacy's lifestyle that I wonder if I would be able to change back to being Frank the undergraduate. On the last week, Jenny and Helen asked if I would like to go clubbing with them. At first I rejected the idea, but something tells me that I should make full use of this time to get the experience of having some fun while I am still Stacy. "Come on, Stacy. You won't get this chance ever again" Jenny pestered me as if I was Frank. "If you feel uncomfortable about dancing, at least go for a drink... with me? Please..." I thought about it. I did not know how to dance in heels, but what is the harm of trying? After all, it is part of the all-expense paid package I am entitled to enjoy. Perhaps, it would be fun to see how guys do silly things to pick up girls. The playful devil inside got the better of me and I agreed. Jenny and Helen spared no details when it came to preparing me for the party. I was given a day off from "work" on Friday so that they can get me ready. We went shopping again. By nightfall, they got me into a black tube, a white skirt that is just longer than mini and a pair of red heels. A brand new set of bright blue strapless bra and G-string barely covered my boobs and pussy under my hot skimpy new clothes. To make me look cuter, they even added a pair of rimless glasses in front of my eyes. I gasped unbelievably when I saw the reflection in the mirror. Everything looked so new and Stacy was prettier than we imagined. Despite the uneasiness, I was convinced no one would be able to believe Stacy is actually Frank in disguise. I was very nervous the moment we stepped out of the cab at 10pm. I guess I was so nervous that I could not walk properly. Helen was wearing a red halter and black pants while Jenny had a white tube and short white skirt. Both of them were whispering to assure me that everything's fine, but I could clearly see that they were giggling to themselves. We found some seats at a quiet corner, sat down and ordered 3 glasses of white wine. Soon, Jenny and Helen were engaged in "girls' talk" among themselves, leaving me to pay keen attention to the dresses of other girls and guys on the dance floor and other parts of the pub. For some reason, I started to take note of what other guys were wearing and how they danced - something Frank never noticed. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed a group of guys sitting 2 tables away. One of them was looking in our direction for some time. I turned my head to take a better view of them, not realising that I could have made a mistake. The other guys at that table looked in my direction. I blushed and quickly turned and pretend to take a drink. "Stacy, you have just caught someone's attention!" Helen patted me on my arm and laughed. Jenny was trying to control her laughter by covering her mouth. "Oh? I thought they were looking at you." I tried to hide the anxiety inside me. "Come on, you just flirted with them through your eyes." "Yeah, Look, one of them is coming over" I turned and see one of the guys coming over to our table. He was about 5 feet 10, hair neatly combed, wearing a dark coloured skin tight shirt that reveals his well-toned body and a pair of faded jeans. He stopped just beside me. "Hi ladies. How are you doing tonight?" "Doing great. Thank You." Jenny replied "Having a great time?" the guy asked, trying to strike up a conversation. "Yeah, sort of" "My name is Dennis." He gestured at his friends back at his table. "Would you like to have another round of drink? With my friends?" I looked at Dennis without reply. He continued after a short pause. "How may I address you?" We gave him our names and he shook our hands. That should have been a signal for his friends. Two of them came over to our table and Dennis introduced them. Bob was a swimmer with a nice tan, broad shoulders and has a warm smile but was a little bald, wearing the same outfit as Dennis; David was the bespectacled guy wearing a dark grey shirt and light-coloured pants. Somehow, I felt more attracted to David and he seemed to have read my mind. They sat down in between us and ordered some martini. David slipped his hand behind my waist. After a few rounds, I began to feel the effects of alcohol. David noticed it. He patted my shoulder and asked, "Would you like to have a dance?" That was not what I expected. I could see Helen and Jenny trying to hide their laughter. I bet none of the guys knew our unspoken joke. Anyway, I did not resist David offer because I knew I had to get some exercise to help dissipate the alcohol. I noticed David was about 6 feet tall. As the music gets faster, his smart looks gave way to a wild young man. I had to admit that Frank had danced with other girls in clubs, but none the way David danced with Stacy. The alcohol had brought out the little devil in me. Our bottoms and groin kept rubbing against each other while David touched my crouch and boobs more often than Frank did to other girls he danced with in the last 6 months. It was the hottest and wildest dance I ever had. When we returned to our table, Jenny and Helen had gone dancing with Bob and Dennis. I excused myself to the ladies room to freshen up. When I returned, my escorts were still nowhere to be seen. I had another round of drink and small chats with David. Before long, I felt something strange about myself. Although I am not a very good drinker, I know my limits well. Somehow, I felt giddy earlier than expected. Before long, I was leaning on David's shoulder for support. I had a hard time trying to keep from slipping into unconsciousness. David had taken me to a corridor with many closed doors. He was holding me in one hand and the other opening a door. He fumbled for a short while, then kicked the wooden door open and pushed me in. I heard the door slammed shut behind us and in less than a minute, I was lying on a mattress. My vision cleared and I look around me. David was standing beside the bed I was laying on, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Just then, a strong sense of realisation came to me: he spiked my drink. I needed no one to tell me what was going to happen next and I am sure I don't want it happened to Stacy or me. How could this happen? It is unbelievable and unacceptable! I mustered enough strength to turn and search for my handbag... I had to call Jenny or Helen... to come to my rescues... or at least warn them about the drinks! I caught a glimpse of my handbag and my hand inched towards it. Just before I could touch it, a hand came and took it further away from me. I looked up and see David standing in only his pants, smiling at me. My heart sank. I could hear my heart thumping as he sat down on the bed. "Please, David. I need my handbag" my voice quivered. I was on the verge of tears. "No you don't" David replied with a smile, "You were so hot on the floor, Stacy. I bet you are even better in bed." "No. I am not what you think." I cried out. I had to think of a solution fast. How can I have sex with a guy? I am not gay! In fact, I was still a virgin. Jenny and Frank had hugged and kissed and petted heavily, but never had sex. There is no way Stacy or Frank should be deflowered by a stranger who used such despicable tactic as spiking a girl's drink! No! He is not just despicable, he is damned cruel. Why didn't he use a stronger drug that knocked me out instead? I could wake up the next morning remembering nothing. "Oh really? I think you are better than what I think." David smirked. He picked me up and let me lean back in his arms. One of his hands playfully caressed my boobs and belly while the other went down and tickle my thighs, slowly climbing up under the skirt to stroke my new organs. I tried to push his arms away, but I was too weak. My hands could do nothing more than pretending to resist his advances, and that turned him on even more. When his finger stroked on my lower lips lightly through the thin fabric covering it, I felt a jolt of pleasure transferred to my well-protected penis and this pleasure shot upwards through me. I gasped out loud. I was hoping that he would feel my original organs and throw me out, but the other part of me was scared to think of what he might do should he discover my true identity. Yet, he seemed to notice nothing. His hand playfully took mine and laid it on his pants, making me feel the hard on growing underneath. "You are going to take this in your mouth, sweetie," David whispered into my ears, "Make it as juicy and as hard as you would like it, because it is what is going inside you later. Heehee." "Hell, No!" I screamed as loud as could. I cannot imagine myself giving blowjobs to guys. Heck, I would rather be shot by a bullet. I cursed through gritted teeth, "Damned you, don't you dare! I will bite it off, I swear!" There was a blur moment. I felt myself being flung around and a slap flew across my cheeks. I regretted warning that bloke. Shit, I should have just done it to teach him a lesson. Now I have just made him mad and I don't know what he will do to me in revenge. I fell backwards onto the mattress, my face hurting. I could see the anger on his face. He took off his belt and tied both my wrists together, holding them over my head and gagged my mouth with socks. "You need a lesson in manners, bitch!" David hissed and spun me around, holding me up from the bed. My face is soon covered by my tube, which he flipped upwards. I could barely stand because the drug was still having its effect on me but he held me in position. I felt him hugging me from behind and his hands roaming freely all over my exposed body. I nearly blacked out when his muffled voice with a sinister laughter reached my ears. "Scream all you want, baby. This room is soundproof." I could not understand, but I felt myself getting aroused by his touches, especially on my newly planted body parts. I felt myself being spun around again and my skirt quickly fell to my ankles. My butt cheeks were slapped before a finger pokes into my ass. My penis was growing as he poked one finger into my fake pussy. His arms let go of me and I collapsed backwards, landing on mattress again. When the tube is pulled further up along my arms, I find myself staring upwards into the eyes of a naked human predator. I had never felt more vulnerable, gagged and hands bound over my head, starring upwards at a devilish grin in only my undergarments. In less than a minute, his fingers pulled the G-string down my ankles and held my legs apart by the knees. He noticed nothing of my artificial organs even after unclasping the frontal clips of my strapless bra. I tried a weak last- ditched attempt of denying his entry by turning my body sideways and attempting to close my legs, but David easily guided his 7-inch erection into my frontal canal. I knew by that time there was nothing further I could do, but the worse was yet to come. My own erection is restrained within the special brief Dr Neo made, but that device did not prevent my original organ from increasing in length and size. To make matters worse, the virginal canal is just below the tip of my fully erected penis, separated only by a thin membrane. David leaned his body onto me and squeezed my boobs while his pelvic pumped in and out of me without realising that the top part of his shaft is grinding against the very sensitive tip of mine. I closed my eyes and turned my head aside, trying to ignore the ordeal I was put through but my cock had a brain of its own when its most sensitive point is rubbed. An electrifying shock jerked through me and my entire body trembled uncontrollably as I lost control, ejaculating into the tight bag holding my cock. "So you just climaxed, eh Bitch?" David smirked. Before I could even mumble any reply from my gagged mouth, he redoubled his effort. I heard him let out a loud moan and felt his pelvic rammed me real hard. His motions stopped. I did not dare to open my eyes. When I did, David was pulling out. He laid beside me for a while, hands still caressing my body. Finally, he got up, untie d my hands and put his clothes back on. Just before he stepped out, he gave me a satisfied smile and kissed me on my forehead. "That was great, Stacy. You know, you are the first girl who came before me. I am glad you enjoyed it." David commented, "Oh by the way, enjoy your stay here. You will feel fine in the morning." I just lay there, too weak to move and feeling humiliated. How is it possible that David didn't accidentally discover my true identity? How is it possible that I was left unescorted at the club? Where were the 4 bodyguards who were supposed to protect me in secret? As soon as the drug wore off, I climbed out of bed and picked up my mobile phone. I called Jenny immediately and told her I was lost and need her help immediately. I did not mention that I had just been raped... how could I bring myself to say something like that? In any case, I was still recovering from mental shock and had no idea where I was. I had no choice but to make my way back to the laboratory all by myself, or get to a place I know so that my project team can pick me up. I took a quick shower, hastily put my clothes back on and dashed out of the hotel even though I still feel dirty because I could not get the sperm out of my body. I bet the sight of a young untidy woman wearing clubbing clothing dashing out of a hotel in the morning raised a few eyebrows, but I couldn't care about that. I jumped into the nearest cab and rushed back to the lab. "Stacy, you look terrible" Helen spotted me as soon as I enter. "What happened to you?" "Um... I had a nightmare." I answered somewhat sheepishly, " I need to talk to Jenny at once." "What is the matter? Are you ok?" Helen asked. "No, definitely not. That is why I need to talk to Jenny at once." I pushed past her and bolted into my room. "Oh, I just remember. You must have spent the entire night with that David, haven't you?" I heard Helen's voice coming along the corridor. "So did you give him a lesson?" I froze. Yes, I was really with David, but against my own will and I learnt a good lesson instead. What should I say to her? I slowly turned around and see Helen standing in the doorway. She continued talking as if she had a story to share. "Jenny is still asleep. She drank a little too much last night. Oh, do you know that those 2 bastards were got a taste of their own medicine? Jenny distracted them and I swapped the glasses. Almost immediately they were slumped onto the floor." Helen's distinctive naughty giggle followed. "So you knew about them spiking the drinks? Why didn't you tell me?" I growled. "I didn't have the chance to talk to you in private. When we came back from the floor, you were already gone. Besides, I couldn't remember your mobile number. In any case, you are a guy, so I guess you should be safe." Helen paused just long enough to give me a wink. "Hey, relax! You have my word that Jenny is perfectly fine. I brought her back after having a few more drinks and a good laugh at those 2 idiots who tried to pick us up."