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The Body Shop. This story contains enforced feminisation. This story caused me more than a little personal discomfort. So much so that I nearly entered it under a different name. It's not really my style! I was asked to write it by a friend, named Jennifer, after she read one of my other stories. At first I said NO because, if you've looked me up before, you'll know that I'm much more of a romantic girl and enjoy reliving my own awakening, well versions of it anyway, rather than the more direct methods of this story. But Jennifer managed to persuade me by telling me how much time she spent with her hands in her own panties whilst reading one of my other stories, I'm a sucker for flattery, so here it is. This story is based on Jennifer's ideas and fantasies, not my own but I have tried to do it justice. Natasha Darling N.D. McKenna Private research centre: London: England: The call he was waiting for eventually came. It was long overdue. McKenna answered the phone promptly. "McKenna," he barked his own name. "We've done it! We've managed to connect the unit directly into a patient's spinal cortex," said Professor Davis excitedly. "And is it effective?" asked McKenna. "Against actual pain reduction? No! Completely ineffective!" "Then what the Hell are you so excited about Harry?" Mc asked irritably. "We've just wasted 3 years of research, God damn it!" "I don't think so. Look, you'd better come down to the lab and see for your self. The unit has an effect, a very strong effect, but one we never predicted!" the phone went dead. 'This had better be important,' thought McKenna angrily. He didn't like being hung up on, even by a colleague he'd known for some eight years. "Hold all my calls!" he told his pretty young PA. Being surrounded by beauty was a perk of being in his position, as the owner of the research centre, he had worked hard and either bent or broke most business laws until he was virtually untouchable, but all of them from the original paintings, the priceless antiques and the beautiful women were just acquired objects. He felt no attachments for anything that he hadn't created himself, which was why he loved his work so much. As the lift dropped to the Laboratory level, McKenna ticked off his current projects on mental fingers. He had people working, illegally, on new plastic surgery research where body tissue was actually grown from the patient's own body and could be transplanted back with no fear of rejection. He silently cursed the ethics comity that caused this project to remain secret. McKenna continued to pour massive funding into the research as he was sure that sooner or later, policy would change. Finding Human ears growing on the backs of mice were nothing compared to the experiments going on in his labs. As a backup project, teams of scientists were working on artificial joints for use in Human joint replacement. They had crated a plastic with an almost frictionless surface, which when used to coat the meeting surfaces of titanium based replacement joints, the finished product was better than the original. The same plastic could be sprayed in a single atom thickness onto cups and bowls and meant that you never had to wash them. Just tip up the container and all traces of whatever had been in it, be it coffee or treacle, just drop out. This item alone would see Billions roll in, if marketed correctly. During development of the frictionless plastic, a single molecule chain plastic had been developed which mimicked Human hair. It could be made into the silkiest shiniest wigs in all natural and fashion colours and could even be implanted directly into the scalp for hair replacement treatment. The electronics lab had also developed a controversial device for controlling the more violent part of society. A kind of electronic collar, that looked like a silver choker at about an inch wide and only two millimetres thick, but which could kick out an electric shock like a 'Tazer gun'. The current version remained inactive provided that the wearer stayed within range of a matched transmitter, however it could be activated remotely by a control unit. The high frequency emissions from this device caused excruciating pain and, as the muscles used up their oxygen in forced spasms, caused the wearer to collapse to the ground. The level of shock could be set anywhere from a mild uncomfortable warning, to instant agony and unconsciousness. During one experiment the unfortunate 'volunteer' died a painful death. McKenna had been at this display but did not appear upset by the death, just interested in the capabilities of his device. The American market was ripe for such a device, in its prisons, for released offenders on curfews and for those on bail awaiting trial. There would be no chance of skipping town with the 'McKenna Security collar'. If the device were to be forcefully removed, the instant discharge of its stored energy would fry the offender's brain. Either way, thought McKenna, end of problem. And of course, there was the Pain Blocker project. This had been making headway but now seemed to have drawn a blank. The unit, less than 8 millimetres square, had been designed to fit at the base of the skull, directly attached to the spinal cord and, when activated, should block any and all pain signals. It would mean instant pain removal for those in permanent pain through illness or accident. The lift opened at the lab level. McKenna's security tag caused the doors to open ahead of him as he walked. He was the only person that didn't need an additional code to access any door in the building. Entering Harry Davis's lab, McKenna wasted no time. "What's the deal Harry? What mess have you created now?" "Come and see, Mr McKenna." Harry knew his place. He indicated a glass window, behind which, strapped into chairs that would not have looked out of place in a dentist's surgery, were three 'volunteers'. Two men and one woman, neither young nor old, but all completely naked and wide eyed in fear. The room was soundproof, so that the 'volunteers' screams could be contained, but a two-way speaker system allowed communication with the employees attending those captives. Harry instructed the control operator to set his system to standby level 5 and then, through the microphone, instructed the experiment to begin on the first 'volunteer'. They were always referred to as volunteers and anybody with any sense made no comment about this. Ever! Behind the glass, the 'volunteers' operator brought out a gas powered soldering iron and applied it to the captive's chest. Skin sizzled noisily as the 'volunteer' began to scream in agony. As his cries reached a crescendo, McKenna asked, "And the point is?" "Ok. Switch it on!" Harry directed the control operative. Behind the glass, as if the channel had suddenly been changed, the captive's screams ended abruptly to be replaced by groans of apparent pleasure. His penis suddenly inflated until, fully erect, it began pulsing with its instant ejaculations. All through this bizarre event, the operative with the soldering iron had continued to trace burnt lines across the unfortunate mans torso. "Ok, enough!" Harry called calmly through the microphone. On the other side of the window the operative moved to the next man, awaiting instructions and seemingly immune to the second mans pleas for mercy. The first mans penis was still pumping although now empty. "Turn him down to level 2. That should keep him quiet." And true enough, other than the evil looking burns across the man's body, he seemed perfectly content and smiled continuously, oblivious to his predicament. His arousal was still evident in his erection. "So what did I jus see?" asked McKenna, his interest aroused. "The implant does not seem to block the pain as such, although as you can see, he was unaware of the burns. It taps directly into the pleasure centre of the brain. It creates an instant rush of pleasure that can be turned up to the point of orgasm." "In women also?" "Yes. There is no difference. The only trouble is, from the point of view of pain, that you can't turn it low enough to reduce pain without causing sexual arousal." "Have you tried any other experiments with it?" "Like what?" asked Harry. "What is the highest level without causing ejaculation?" asked McKenna. "Depends on the person but with number two there, a level 3 should be safe." McKenna ordered the control operative to set number 2's control to a level 3 and to activate it only when the soldering iron was in contact with the mans skin. Then, through the microphone, he ordered the man with the iron to 'dab' the mans skin until told other wise. The second volunteer began begging and pleading, ignored by all. "Proceed!" he ordered. The control opp' was a little late and the mans scream thundered out to be cut short suddenly. His erection sprang up and his head rolled back. As the iron was removed and the device switched off, pain coursed through his body again and he cried out through gritted teeth. Again the hot iron touched flesh and this time, quicker than previously, pain was instantly replaced by sexual pleasure. As they watched this procedure repeated over the next twenty minutes, Harry asked, "Impressive, but what are you trying to prove?" "Have you not seen the potential for this? Behaviour modification?" "No, how?" Through the microphone, McKenna ordered the second volunteers right arm released. This order was carried out without question or delay. "Now give him the soldering iron!" to the control opp' he said. "As he takes the iron, turn the unit to level 1 and if he does as I suspect, give him a level 4." As the mans free arm grabbed the soldering iron from his operator in a desperate bid to escape, the level 1 hit him, causing his head to roll in pleasure. His eyes opened wide regarding the hot tool and then without thought, touched it to his own chest. "If he stops, turn it back to level 1." Ordered McKenna. The man's first touch was short and uncertain and released as the wave of pleasure struck him. The level 4 bringing a greater level of pleasure than he had previously experienced. As the pleasure dropped to a 1, the man came to again and plunged the tip straight into his own chest. The immediate reward was continued until after his stiffened and bulging cock spat the last of its fluids over his own stomach. The iron was removed from his limp hand and he was re-strapped in place and left on a level 2, to keep him quiet. The woman was not made to suffer, other than her terror at what she had witnessed, as McKenna had what information he wanted. With the woman he just wanted to watch her prolonged writhing as she was eased up through the levels into a series of body wracking orgasms. At level 9, Harry pointed out to McKenna, "A level 10 will kill her. Total ecstasy overload. Her brain will just shut down. Do you want me to continue?" "There's no need. You know how I hate to mistreat women!" His idea of mistreatment seemed a little skewed to most people but all present knew better than to comment. "It's been most interesting. Keep up the good work!" He remarked as he turned and walked away. "We'll meet Friday. Bring all your results with you!" Friday came and Harry was sat in McKenna's huge office with reams of results, the summery of which McKenna himself was analysing. "Excellent. I've thought of a way to market our little 'Tasp'," he said suddenly, taking Harry by surprise. "Tasp?" "Larry Nivven! Puppeteers! They tried to manipulate the whole of Mankind! No?" he sighed, "Never mind, our little pleasure stimulator will be known as a 'Tasp' from now on. And the rewards of such a device are going to be incredible. I have contacts in most governments around the world, and most major criminal organisations too. Pleasure is very addictive you know! Truth drugs will be a thing of the past. Heroin will be a thing of the past! People are going to be addicted to pure pleasure and we are going to reap the profits." "So what's the plan?" "I want you to head up a project that involves all of my major projects. You can pick your own team and there is no budget. You are accountable only to me! Oh and you're going to need a fresh 'volunteer'. This is his specification." Harry shuddered involuntarily as McKenna handed him a printout on the ideal candidate. The coldness with which he treated other people was frightening. "And 'this' is how I want the finished project." Harry studied the two sets of specifications and looked up confused. "Are you sure I have the right printouts? There seems to be some sort of mistake." "There is no mistake Harry! Are you capable or do I have you...replaced?" "NO! I can handle it!" Harry stuttered quickly, "I'll start today." Over the next few days a whole floor of the research level was cleared out to incorporate the new joint projects office. High quality CCTV cameras were installed everywhere, from the labs themselves, the operating theatres, the recovery cells and even in the toilets. All procedures and processes were to be recorded for marketing purposes and nailed down tight from a security point of view. Everything was ready. All that was required now was the 'Volunteer'. I pulled up in the car park of the McKenna Corporation. Another bunch of highly paid 'Suits' who couldn't manage an IT department. As 'Comptech's' finest troubleshooter, I was always amazed and disgruntled at the lack of knowledge these guys had but made a tidy profit from them. I limped into the main foyer of the building, my right ankle particularly stiff today. "Hi. Luke Jenner from Comptech! I'm here to sort out the computer systems for a Professor Davis." The receptionist was gorgeous and had a smile that erased my building frustration. "Please take a seat while I arrange your security clearance, Mr Jenner." "Thank you...Kelly," I added reading her security name badge. Just as I was getting annoyed at the delay, Kelly brought over a tray with coffee and biscuits on it. Professor Davis is a little tied up at the moment but he promises to come down and collect you himself shortly," she explained. "Thank you!" again my ire abated. Finally the Professor arrived. Took my hand and shook it. He held it for slightly longer than was comfortable, as he seemed to study my face. "Professor Davis," he introduced himself. "Erm, Luke Jenner," I replied looking down at my hand still clasped in his. "Excellent! Please come with me." He released my hand and led the way to the lift. "Thank you, Kelly," I said to the receptionist as we passed. "You're welcome," ahe answered with a smile. Security checked our badges and then allowed him to enter the waiting lift and enter a security code. There was no level indication but soon the high-speed lift stopped. The door made no move to open. An electronic voice asked him to re input his access code. He was too quick to follow but I noticed his fingers moving in a different pattern from the previous time. The door opened and we were met by two private security guards, both armed with handguns. I eyed them uncertainly. "We have a lot of extremely valuable research going on here, Mr Jenner, we take no chances. Oh, by the way Mr Jenner. What happened to your leg?" "An old motorcycle injury," I said, "I still have half a dozen screws holding my ankle together." "I see!" he smiled, rather unnervingly. I was led to the main server room and spent the next four hours reprogramming the many obvious errors in the system. New equipment was usual in this kind of set up but this stuff was 'state of the art'. The Professor returned at about 13:30 and told me what a splendid job I was doing. His technicians were able to access about 80% of their systems and the rest would be on line by this afternoon, I explained. His eyes seemed to wander all over me, from head to toe and again I felt uncomfortable, almost as if he were eyeing me up, sexually. "Perhaps you're hungry?" he asked. "You've been working solidly." "Erm.... Sorry but it's probably best if I finish restoring the remaining systems." "Come now Mr Jenner," he coaxed. "I was sure that you'd like to take Ms Raymond to lunch." As he said her name, Ms Raymond came into view. It was Kelly, the beautiful receptionist. "At 'our' expense of course. We have a wonderful restaurant here." "That would be...Wonderful!" I managed. "Perfect. Please take care of Mr Jenner, Ms Raymond." Kelly was great company but she couldn't explain why the Professor was apparently trying to set us up. No, neither of us was married. Yes we were both available. We shared several common interests. She questioned me intently on my family, my likes and dislikes, my loyalty to 'Comptech', in fact, just about every thing. She was shapely, tall (5'8" high, 5'10" in her heels), beautiful and very sexy. Her model features were emphasised by subtle make up that only the truly beautiful can get away with. I on the other hand am short (5'6") slightly built, with a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, and a nose slightly too long for my small head. What was this 'Babe' doing, having lunch with me? When I checked my watch, 2 hours had passed. I felt more than a little guilty and, reluctantly, said farewell to Kelly. There was no way of hiding my lateness. I had to have security call the Professor, as it was the only way to gain access to the server room. "How was lunch?" "Excellent. Thank you. And I'm sorry about the time, it's just that..." "My Dear. Ms Raymond is one of the loveliest creatures that I have ever met. I wouldn't blame you if you hadn't come back at all." Once I had finished my programming I was escorted off the property by a grateful Professor. I looked towards the reception but my heart sank when Kelly wasn't there. "Well Kelly, what do you think?" asked McKenna. "Well Father, other than his build I think you've got the wrong man. There are far more fitting candidates who would willingly undergo your experiment and thank you for it afterwards. Luke is swarthy, masculine for all his stature, and very heterosexual. I could see the bulge in his trousers every time he looked at me." "That's what will make him the perfect product, Kelly Dear. His total physical transformation alone will guarantee us huge orders for our services. Our success in his behavioural modification will appeal to other markets!" "And using him like a whore?" "Well, that just appeals to me!" he laughed. "Oh Daddy! You always were incorrigible." "Kelly, I want you to 'handle' him. Harry will deal with the med stuff but I need your help to bring him in and break his will." "Yes Daddy. I know more about him than anyone else here. And I'll enjoy it!" "Harry is going to call him with a job offer. I'll need you to make sure he takes it and that we get him here. He must be untraceable!" "Aren't all of our 'volunteers?" she giggled. It was the day after my day at the McKenna Lab that I received the call. "Hello Mr Jenner. This is Professor Davis, from the McKenna Research Centre." "Hello Professor. Are you having problems with your systems?" "No, not at all, Mr Jenner. In fact you did such an excellent job yesterday that Mr McKenna himself has agreed to offer you a job." "Professor Davis. Comptech is a good company. I'm very well paid and have seven years worth of security with them. Thank you very much but I'm not really interested in a job." "Perhaps that's because we haven't talked about the money yet. We have research projects worth millions, if not billions. We need your kind of expertise and we are willing to pay for it." "Just what are we talking here?" "We are willing to buy out your term of service." "Meaning?" "Meaning that if anything happens to your job security, you'll be given seven years extra seniority or redundancy pay. Also we are willing to offer you ?200,000 per year and a bonus based on the percentage of 'up time' of our systems." "?200,000?" I stuttered. That was more than four times my present wage. "Mr Jenner. I'm sure that's more than twice what your on but please don't make a decision now. I'll give you till tomorrow at twelve to decide. Good bye Mr Jenner!" I was stunned. If this were a real offer I would probably agree to start Monday. I carried on with the day's workload, my mind on the offer constantly, when the second call came in. "Hello Comptech, Luke speaking." "Hello Luke this is Kelly. From the research centre." "Hello Kelly, erm how are you?" "I'm fine. Look, are you alone?" "Yes. Why?" "I've just overheard a call from Mr McKenna to Professor Davis." "What kind of call?" "Mr McKenna has authorised up to ?250,000 per year to secure your employment. It's a genuine offer Luke. It's the best offer I've ever seen so far. I've never known them so desperate for someone." "Wow. That's a fantastic offer," I admitted. "Yes it is. I think you should accept. It would be fun working with you." "Really?" "Really! I enjoyed lunch. I'd like to spend a lot more time with you." "I'd like that, Kelly," my mind raced ahead, "Do you think you could handle me? Working with me that is!" I was kind of testing her reaction to my slip of the tongue. "I think I could handle you," She flirted, "In fact, if you take this job, I guarantee it." "That's the only offer I've had today that I don't have to think about. I'm going to have to say yes to your offer. And I'll probably take the job too." "Excellent. I promise you will never go back to your old life....And....You'll never have another woman in your life." I couldn't believe that a woman so beautiful could offer herself so obviously to someone like me, some one that she had only had lunch with the once. We said our goodbyes and I waited for my phone call from the Professor. 'Play it cool.' She had advised. 'Agree to a meeting at the research centre, to discuss the offer and get them to pick you up. If they're serious they will.' The next day the call came, exactly at twelve, and I followed Kelly's advice. The Professor agreed, without question, to a meeting and arranged to have me picked up after work and driven to the Lab. So, later that day, sat in a black cab, I was driven to me meeting with destiny. Kelly was still on reception, even though it was past seven o'clock, and her smile warmed me to my groin. "Good evening Mr Jenner. Nice to see you again so soon," she said professionally. "Good evening Kelly." "Professor Davis Knows that your here. He'll be down shortly.... in fact, here he is now." the professors grin matched Kelly's and once again I questioned his motives as he shook my hand and held it for an uncomfortable length of time. "Are you sure that you told no one about our little offer, Mr Jenner?" "I told nobody." Except Kelly I thought. "Excellent. I do so love cloak and dagger stuff. Don't you?" He asked with a sly twinkle in his eye. Please join me upstairs." We went through the same security checks as previous, except this time we exited the lift on another level. Signs for various labs pointed both ways down the corridor as he led me to his 'inner sanctuary'. We passed his PA and he asked, "Please could we have two coffees, Susan? Our special 'volunteer' is probably thirsty." A plush office greeted me as he opened the door to his office. I was still complimenting him on his office when Susan came in with the coffees. "This one is yours Mr Jenner, no sugar yet, and this one is yours Professor, with your sweetener in it." We sat and drank our coffees while the Professor told me some background to the McKenna story. The intercom sounded. "Ah, so soon," he said mysteriously. "Please come this way." He got to his feet indicating me to follow. As I stood my legs buckled beneath me and I crashed to the floor. Sound became distant and tinny and my vision began to fade to white. The last thing I seemed to remember was the Professor calmly calling his PA on the intercom. "Hi Susan? Could you ask the medical team to come to my office please?" At least I'll be in good hands I thought as I lost consciousness. "So! You've had him unconscious for 3 months now. What progress have you made?" asked McKenna. "Well apart from some serious weight loss, initially he has had his 'Tasp' fitted and it's been tested while he slept. We've also been able to modify the control signals and we now have 30 preset levels between 0, which is his unmodified norm, and 30, which is his predicted brain overload. Of course Mr Jenna's has been capped at 28, to prevent accidental death, as per your instructions." "Good start Harry. What else?" "Well, we have recorded Mr Jenna's Climax point is at 16 on the new scale, although if he is left at any level long enough, he can be brought to climax point with additional manual stimulation." "Even while asleep?" "Yes. But we have discovered that if we pulse the signal at about 20Hz, it overrides his own input and we can keep him at climax point indefinitely! It guarantees that 'we' control his ejaculation and as long as he never finds out why, we will be able to train him to our requirements." "Well done. A nice touch. Did you discover all this through Mr Jenner?" "No. I'm afraid we've been through rather a lot of male 'volunteers', but I think it's been worth it." "All our 'Volunteers' except Mr Jenner are expendable! This project must succeed at any cost, Harry! What's next on the agenda?" "Well I think we need to wake him up. We need to show, for the record, how 'male' he is. You're daughter's department I believe. After that, we let him know most of what's in store for him, begin to crush his will, and then commence the Plastic surgery and our little modifications." "Excellent. Begin at once! I'll send Kelly up to you. From now on, she'll be assigned to the project full time. Oh, but make sure that he has one of the control collars on, any accidents would be viewed very unfavourably." I became aware of myself several minutes before I could actually open my eyes. It was as if surfacing from a thick soup. My eyes opened but had to close immediately as they refused to focus on the bright white glare of the room. Slowly becoming accustomed to my surroundings I tried to raise myself from the bed. Pain suddenly shot through the base of my skull, down my neck and spine. The pain was so intense that it took away my breath and strength and I collapsed back onto the pillow. What had happened to me? One minute we were sitting talking and the next minute I was flat on my face on the floor. I must have had some sort of seizure. The door opened, "And how are we feeling, Mr Jenner?" asked the Doctor. I assumed that he was a Doctor as he was in a white coat and carried a clipboard containing my notes. "Not too good Doc," I admitted, "I just tried to sit up but the pain was incredible." "I'm sure that all that will pass. You're lucky you know. It was touch and go for you there for a while. You've had a rough few months!" he consoled. "What.... What do you mean.... months?" "You've been unconscious for 3 months, Mr Jenner." I put my hands to my face, wiping them down my cheeks but stopped as I felt something hard around my neck. My hands explored what seemed to be some sort of stiff collar. I reached around to find the lock but it felt seamless. "What the hell is this?" I asked, panic beginning to set in. "Relax Mr Jenner. That device is a remote diagnostic tool. It feeds your biorhythms directly to our computers. Saves having all those pads, clips and patches stuck all over you." "Get it off me!" "Not until you're ready to be released. Mr Jenner, you are my responsibility until you are well again. I don't come cheap and nor do the services of this hospital." I pondered this statement and asked, "What hospital am I in?" But then another thought hit me straight away, and before he answered I blurted out, "If I've been in here for 3 months, has anyone told my family, or my company?" "Everything has been dealt with, and you have a visitor." "What? Who?" In walked Kelly looking beautiful but concerned, her hair was shorter and cut in a classic Bob, with streaks of blond, gold and a light brown. "Oh Luke, I was so worried about you! How do you feel?" "Like a military academy!" The confused look told me that she was not a Douglas Adams fan. "Bits of me keep passing out!" I finished. She smiled, her deep red lips drawing my eyes in a triangle between them and her lovely eyes. Dark charcoal coloured eye shadow, black kohl eyeliner and long mascara coated eyelashes beneath high arched eyebrows. As she turned her head I noticed her high cheekbones delicately highlighted with blusher. "Could we have a little time alone please Doctor?" She asked. "Of course. Come and find me in my office when you're done Ms Raymond." Kelly escorted the Doctor to the doorway, waited a few seconds as his footsteps faded down the corridor and then closed and locked the door. She walked back towards me and I took in her silk blouse, short tight skirt and black nylon encased legs. Her high-heeled court shoes, click clicking on the hard floor, were black patent leather with a stiletto heel. She looked so sexy that I could feel my erection forming, pushing up the thin sheet covering my naked body. "Thanks for visiting Kelly. Are you on your way out, somewhere?" "No! Why?" "You look.... stunning! I thought you must be...." I trailed off. "I dressed up for you. Just in case you got up!" she looked at the bulge in the sheets and bit her lower lip gently before saying, "Hmm. It looks like you're getting up now!" She leaned over me and kissed me gently on the lips. Then backed off a little, looking me straight in the eyes, considering me. Then she moved in for another kiss, this time a full on French one. I responded in kind until she broke off. "You've lost a lot of weight! I was worried that we'd lose you. How do you feel?" "I was feeling very weak, but now... I think you've just kick started my body!" "I'd better check!" she smiled and pulled back the sheet in one swift motion. I was over come with embarrassment. We'd never even kissed before and now she was inspecting my naked body, eyes taking in my erect manhood. "You look a little stiff!" she said with mock concern, "Perhaps a massage?" and she reached out and began to masturbate my aching cock. I groaned in pleasure, perhaps my illness had left me super sensitive but the sensation was intense and incredible. While keeping up the motion on my penis, she kissed me again and explored my mouth with a gentle tongue. Breaking away she said, "Relax! Let me do the work." She moved down my body and in one motion, took my penis into her mouth. The wet heat of her mouth and the motion of her lips, sliding up and down my shaft, driving me instantly to the point of ejaculation. But amazingly, with a control I'd never previously managed, I managed to hold on as the sensation built and built. She released me and almost instantly the sensation disappeared and I was left shocked by its loss. "Oh NO! Please don't stop!" I begged, "You're fantastic, I love...It!" "What?" She once again began sliding her hand up and down my slippery shaft. "Being sucked?" she asked innocently. "Let's see how much you love this then." She hitched up her skirt, displaying the lace tops of her stockings and, placing one knee on the edge of the bed, swung her other leg over mine straddling me. Smiling down she hitched up her skirt down further, exposing soft mound of her pussy, neatly framed by the satin suspenders. Either she never wore knickers or she had come prepared for me. I didn't care which! "Oh please Kelly!" Again I felt the intensity of sensation build up again, even before she slid herself down upon my shaft. She was wet and slippery in anticipation and I fit perfectly into that gloriously snug tunnel. My mind must have been on overload, as it was a few seconds before my brain registered the change in sensation, as she began to ride me to her own climax. Her eyes were closed, lost in her own pleasure, while mine were open as I lay experiencing more pleasure than I had ever felt before. My own pleasure, not yet an orgasm, never felt as intense or as prolonged as this, yet I seemed to be able to control it, somehow. She cried out in the throws of orgasm and flopped onto my chest, spent. My own pleasure seemed to ebb slowly away although the sensation of still being inside her seemed enough to keep me erect. "Oh Luke. That was fantastic." She became aware of my engorged penis still at attention within her and said, "Was that ok? You didn't cum?" "Not yet," I admitted and ground myself against her pubic bone to emphasise my readiness." She smiled and kissed me lovingly, then said "How about you on top this time?" "Hmm." I nodded my agreement and she lifted herself from my shaft as we swapped places, I was staggered by the feeling of loss, not being held inside her, and felt despair setting in. My emotions were in turmoil. But as we adopted the missionary position, the heels of her shoes stuck into me, causing a burst of pain. No causing a sensation of pure pleasure. How had those been mixed up? This time as I rode Kelly, a little desperate in my need to cum inside her, towards her second orgasm, she asked, "Do you love this?" "Oh Christ yes!" "And do you love me?" "Yes Kelly. I love you! I Love You I Love You I LOVE YOU!" I was punctuating each word with the thrusts of my cock. "In that case," she reached around me to the join where our bodies met and lubricated her fingers in the slippery fluid of her own climax, "I think you should cum now!" Unexpectedly she inserted a her index finger in one smooth motion into my anus, as deep as our position would allow and used this as a lever to force me against her. I was shocked and felt my buttocks clench on her inserted digit. But a burst of pleasure took my breath and my reason away and I immediately ejaculated inside her, the hard pulses of my orgasm triggering Kelly' own. She maintained her presence inside my anus till long after her own climax had finished. Her sharp heels digging into me like spurs, her finger sliding in and out of my anus. I was like a puppet and my penis was still pulsing inside her and although my own fluids were spent, my orgasm still sizzled inside my brain. I passed out, sensations merging with the dream world as I fell into blackness. I was unaware of Kelly, as she pushed me off onto my back and after a second or twos thought, and with a look towards one of the many hidden cameras, she climbed back on top of me and reinserted my rock hard cock back into her slippery chute. "Of course I'm not angry! But I am a little confused. Why exactly did you break his nose?" McKenna enquired of his daughter. Professor Davis kept quiet, knowing better than to interrupt the father and daughter conversation. He had trouble keeping his mind on the technical aspect of this discussion, having just watched Kelly Fuck the test subject unconscious. And then watch her achieve another orgasm, even though the 'volunteer' was out cold, by riding his 'Tasp' induced erection. Once he had realised what was happening he was too afraid of the consequences to shut power to the Tasp. 'Like father, like daughter,' he thought to himself. "I punched him and broke his nose just to prove to myself that I could still do it. I'd have killed him if he wasn't so important to the project." "I know you've inherited my temper dear, but..." "Oh Daddy, we were supposed to be imprinting Luke. I mean, the 'volunteer', but I was in danger of losing myself. I was falling in love with the sensation, with him. I even fucked him while he was unconscious." "Never mind. As it happens, you've done us a favour. We needed to work on his face anyway. We might as well start now. You broke his nose, his jaw and fractured one of his cheekbones. It's a good start" I became aware of my body again, though this time due to the pain signals that it was sending me. I could barely see through the bandages and tried to lift my hands to my face but found them secured to the bed. I struggled weakly against my bonds but realised that I was in no condition to escape. "Hello!" I shouted, "Hello...HELP!" Within seconds the same Doctor appeared again. "Calm your self Mr Jenner. You will open your stitches again." "Stitches?" "You really don't remember, do you?" "I remember...." I thought back. My last image was one of Kelly's face, locked in the rhapsody of orgasm, on my pillow. "...Nothing...that would explain this!" "Mr Jenner. Once your visit with Ms Raymond was over, you fell asleep. We were talking in my office and we heard a crash. You must have tried to get up but fell flat on your face. You broke your nose, jaw and both cheekbones. We have an extensive plastic surgery department but your wounds were far more obvious than our team normally start with. Do you know of any reason that you might suffer these blackouts?" "No. No reason at all." I thought of the two blackouts and then of something else. "This is a private hospital isn't it?" "Yes?" "Well I'm receiving a lot of attention here. When do I get the bill?" "Has nobody told you yet? Mr McKenna is funding your stay here. Employee insurance or something like that." I was amazed. Was I an employee? Had I signed anything? I couldn't remember. "For now, just relax and I'll have someone come in to un-strap you." Eventually someone did come. Kelly. "Kelly! Hi! Do you think that you could call the doctor to untie me?" "I can do that for you," she offered. "How are you today?" "Rough," I admitted, "You look...Different!" My heart lurched. "How...How long have I been out for?" "About four weeks. But the surgeons have done a lot of work on you. Would you like to see?" She began to unwrap the bandages around my face. "I'm not sure that you should...." I started but I did need to see the damage that I felt on my face. "There! Take a look." She handed me a mirror. My face was horrendous. The thick stubble couldn't hide the fact that my familiar nose had been replaced by a girlish pixie one. My cheekbones were more prominent and seemed much higher that usual. The bone under my eyebrows had been somehow lessened and my jaw was smaller and narrower. It was hard to tell through the swelling but effeminate was my first thought! The worst part was the scar tissue! I was covered in it as if no effort had been taken to make any of the wounds neat, let alone invisible. I looked like a woman! A woman that had been through the windscreen of a car and who was trying to grow a beard to hide behind! I rose to my feet and a fresh bout of agony hit me as my ankles gave way beneath me. "Your ankles aren't up to holding your weight yet." She stated as she helped me back up to the bed. I lifted my bad ankle to inspect it. A huge scar ran up either side and although still slightly swollen, it was narrower than it should have been. I lifted my good leg to inspect that one. An identical pair of scars decorated this one too. "Kelly! What the fuck is going on here?" I grabbed her roughly by the blouse. Pain of enormous intensity surged through my body. I released her and slipped to the floor. The pain eased. I looked up into Kelly's beautiful eyes, just as she swung an open handed slap at my face. I reeled from the impact, stunned! "What...?" "Don't ever touch me again!" Anger rose like a black tide. "Or what?" "Or...This!" without her even moving, pain, in a seemingly endless supply surged once again. As it eased she looked at me in the eyes and said, "I can make it worse for you, if you don't play nicely." Pain caused me to scream out loud. "Please.... No more!" I begged through tears. "Please!" I couldn't tell where it was coming from but the only thing strange connected to me was the collar. I tried to get my fingers under the metal edge and pull, but I couldn't get a firm hold without shutting off my own air supply. Again, the pain eased off. I gasped air to try to clear my head. "If you do manage to break that collar, the energy release will kill you. And neither of us wants that, do we?" She smiled sexily, "We have plans for you! And you will cooperate. If you don't then you'll get some more of this." "No!" I managed just before the pain struck again. There was no getting used to it, as it crippled my body and blanked my mind, I realised that I was in a world of trouble. Release! The pain was gone! With just the memory to leave me gasping. "But if you behave yourself...." She knelt, lent forward and kissed me as I lay prone in front of her. "You get this..." at the touch of her lips, pleasure equal to the pain I'd suffered coursed through my body. My penis was instantly erect and as her tongue met mine, I ejaculated over myself, too lost in pleasure to feel guilty. As this burst of pleasure was shut off, I was left with a feeling of despair. "What have you done to me?" I asked through tears. "Which bit? Firstly, we have re-modelled your face to be the ultimate in femininity, except for those horrid scars of course! The collar controls the pain and there for is your punishment, should you need it. I control your pleasure! With a kiss, I can make you cum!" "But why?" "Because we can! And because our clients will need proof that we can." "But why me? Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "It's nothing personal. Well, it wasn't. You were small enough that the finished product would be convincing. Yet masculine enough to make what we are going to do to you impressive." "I am not your product!" I screamed through gritted teeth. "Do you want more pain?" she asked calmly. The fear of it caused me to seize up and regain control of my self. "No," I barely whispered. "Good. You're learning. Now, pull your self together and walk with me." Walking was agony! I was used to one ankle causing problems but now both were causing me crippling pain. I realised that I wouldn't be able to run away, at the moment, even if I saw the chance. "Keep up!" she ordered. "I can't! You've fucked up both my ankles now." She stopped and looked at me, looked down at my ankles and then came back to me. Without warning she slapped me, open handed, on my face. I saw stars as I reeled from the impact, my face stinging with numbness. Anger took over and I balled my fist to punch her, too late I realised my mistake but I was already screaming and writhing on the floor, crying for mercy. Release. I rose till I was on all fours and then staggered to my feet, swaying on unsteady legs and shaking with muscle cramps. Again without warning, Kelly slapped my face, the opposite side, with at least as much force as before. I was too weak to fight and I thought that another burst of pain like before just might kill me. Tears flowed silently down my scarred cheeks but I said nothing. "That's better! Now, try again. Follow me!" and she led me hobbling down the corridor, through an unoccupied lab to a small room with three dentist type chairs fixed to the floor. A silent man in a white coat stood by the glass window facing the chairs. "Undress and sit in the middle one!" I obeyed. She turned to the attendant. "Strap him down!" "Hello Mr Jenner," said a voice through a speaker mounted somewhere out of sight. Through the glass I saw Professor Davis and several others. As I sat, silent and naked in my fear, another two people entered the room. One dressed in white, the other naked like myself with a metal collar like my own. Another captive. He was sat in the chair to my left but wasn't strapped down. I tried to make eye contact but he wouldn't even look my way. "Mr Jenner. Do you have any idea what's in store for you?" I shook my head, slowly. "Have you ever heard of the term 'SheMale'?" I frowned but nodded. "Good! Because that is what we are going to turn you into! A beautiful, feminine, sexually active and promiscuous SheMale. How does that make you feel?" I was stunned but defiant. "It can't be done. Look at the mess you've made of my face. Beautiful? I look like road kill! You've fucked up my ankles so that I can hardly walk. And most of all...I am straight. You might force me to do things but I will never be your plaything." "Bravo! Very heartfelt, if a little misguided. The young gentleman on your left thought the same thing, Mr Jenner." To the technician he said, "Place the volunteer in front of Mr Jenner." He was led in front of me and again I tried to make eye contact. My eyes dropped to his chest which was a mass of half healed burns. "The young man was reluctant to aid us in our experiments.... so I had him castrated!" My eyes dropped to his naked groin. There was nothing there at all. The bastards had removed his cock and balls completely. I felt sick. They could do this to me! "What do you think Mr Jenner? You look a little unwell. Perhaps we can make you feel better. Peter! Give Mr Jenner oral sex please." "What?" I gasped. My cock was shrivelled in fear and revulsion at the thought of being touched by another man. I was also terrified at the mutilations that these people were capable of. Kelly moved close behind me and whispered into my ear, "Look at him! At his face! Imagine your hard cock disappearing between those lovely lips. "No! This isn't going to happen!" I looked at the man named Peter. "Peter, don't do this! Please! I'm not gay. I'm not turned on and neither are you. Please don't!" "Luke. Peter has been with us for longer than you. He knows better than to resist us. You should take note. We cut off his genitals because he was a little troublesome and he knows that we are capable of far worse," explained Kelly. "Relax. Do you remember what it felt like when I sucked your cock? Peter will feel just as good." I looked at Peter now kneeling between my legs waiting for some thing to suck on. "You're beginning to imagine it, aren't you?" "No!" but incredibly and unexplainably, a gentle wave of pleasure began to invade my mind. Almost undetectable at first it began to increase and I relaxed in spite of myself. I felt my cock stiffen and become erect and wasting no time, Peter took my penis into his mouth. He wasn't as experienced as Kelly but it felt wonderful. "Please stop," I begged and then, to Kelly, "Please make him stop! Don't make me do this. I'll do what you want." "I know you will. But this is exactly what I want you to do!" As the pleasure increased, I approached orgasm point but maddeningly it evaded me, and I began to thrust, as much as I could while strapped to the chair, while Peter continued his greedy sucking. "Oh you naughty boy. You're behaving like a slut! I think from now on we'll call you by your new name. It's Jenny! Would you like to cum now Jenny?" "My name is Luke! Oh please, I can't bear it. I need to cum!" I gasped. "Just say 'My name is Jenny' and I'll let you cum!" We spent a few minutes locked in argument as the pressure rose inside me. I felt like I would explode because despite Peter's lack of practice, I was more excited and was feeling far more pleasure than with Kelly. Finally I had to do something and shouted. "OK! My name is Jenny! Please let me cum!" "Good girl!" She motioned to one of the technicians to un-strap my arms. "Now Jenny, you can control young Peter's head until you cum." I could not even think of refusing. I placed my hands on either side of his face and increased the speed of his motion. "Tell me your name!" "My name is Luke." Instantly the pleasure dropped till I could barely maintain an erection. "No!" I gasped and pulled Peters head rapidly back and forth, oblivious to the fact that I was causing him to gag as I thrust deeper and deeper down his throat. "MY NAME IS JENNY!" I shouted, "My name is Jenny! My name is Jenny!" Instantly, with every mention of my female name, the pleasure built up almost as if a dial was being turner up in my head. "My name is Jenny! My name is Jenny! My name is Jenny! My name is Jenny! My name is Jenny! My name is Jenny! JENNY! JENNY! JENNY! JENNY!" I came in a thundering climax, pumping my hot fluids deep into Peter's throat. "What a naughty girl you are!" exclaimed Kelly beaming. "Now give Peter a kiss to say thank you!" I lifted Peter from my still stiff cock and placed a kiss on his lips. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped into my mouth. My mind was instantly repulsed but as his tongue squirmed against mine and the taste of what must have been my own sperm, filled my mouth, the pleasure rose inside me once again. I was brought to bursting point within a minute and I felt a hand, Peter's hand, pumping my rock hard cock as he brought me to a climax again. As I pumped the last trickle of remaining fluid over Peter's hand the pleasure dropped slowly but left me with a semi-erection and a feeling of well-being. "Clean that up!" Kelly ordered Peter and he bent to the task of cleaning us both up with his tongue. "Now Jenny, do you understand that we can make you do anything?" "Yes!" I whispered knowing the truth in her statement. "Good! From now on you will do as I say without question! You will dress as I tell you! Act as I tell you! Or you will suffer pain like you've never had. It'll make what you've experienced, so far, seem like nothing. Do you understand, Jenny?" "Yes Kelly!" "Peter, who cut off your balls?" "You did, Mistress!" "And who cut off your pathetic little dick?" "I did, Mistress!" "And why was that Peter?" "Because you gave me a knife and told me to!" "How would you like to cut off your own cock, Jenny?" "Please no! Mistress!" I added quickly. "But you understand that I could make you do it?" "Yes Mistress!" "Good girl Jenny." She smiled, "But for now, you can call me Kelly! You're still important to us. We want our SheMale intact!" She indicated that my bonds should be removed. "Stand and come with me!" I obeyed instantly and was led, limping with the pain of my ankles, into another room with a shower in it. On Kelly's orders I showered and then dried myself. All the time this vague feeling of well-being was with me and obeying was almost second nature. In the back of my mind, I knew she had found my weak spot. By threatening me with the removal of my manhood and the proof that this was no empty threat, she had almost guaranteed my compliance. As long as I was allowed to keep my cock, everything else could be reversed once I finally escaped. 'Play along', I told myself. Play the SheMale for them. Survive! And then escape! As I recovered I realised that survival meant complying, accepting and adapting, or seeming to at least. "Shouldn't I shave?" I asked. "My legs are very hairy too, Kelly?" "There's no need, Jenny, but I'm glad you're thinking on the right lines." She smiled at my lack of understanding. "For now you just have to dress properly. We need to see you dressed as a girl, in order to see how much we have to change." "What kind of changes?" "You don't need to know. You will be adjusted until you meet the product blueprint." From a store cupboard, Kelly took a small pile of cloths, on top of which was a pair of black high-heeled ankle boots. The spiked heels were at least 3-inches high and had a zip up the inside seam. Apprehension gripped me and I frowned deeply. Suddenly a small wave of pleasure washed over me and my feeling of well being returned. "Kelly, can we take this collar off, please? I have accepted my fate! I don't need it any more." "Do I look stupid to you?" Kelly asked with thunder in her eyes. "No, Kelly, no!" I answered quickly, "I meant it! I won't try anything!" her face lost some of the anger but she said, "I don't trust you yet, Jenny. We have too much to lose!" She cupped my limp dick in her hand and pointed out, "You have too much to lose too!" I understood her meaning. "Now, start putting these on." She indicated the cloths that lay on the table and, moving the ankle boots to the side, held up a suspender belt. My heart leapt with joy and excitement though I couldn't understand why. "Turn around!" I did and she wrapped the belt around me, fastening it at the rear. The wide satin material clung to my body but neither pinched nor hung lose. It fit perfectly. My excitement rose fractionally. Kelly showed me how to prepare one of the stockings, that were to come next, and eased it up my leg, fastening it to the hanging suspenders. She watched and waited as I did the same with the second one. After a few fumbles, I too managed to attach it to the suspender belt. With one leg on a chair, I smoothed the nylon from my foot to my thigh. The wide stocking top created a sexy garter of lace. I repeated the same motion with the other leg and was rewarded by an increase in my pleasure level, although my penis remained flaccid. A pair of girl's panties in black satin were next and I put them quickly on, only receiving my pleasure reward once I'd tucked my cock out of view. I was handed a white jersey style, mini dress to put on. Looking questioningly at Kelly, I asked, "Don't I get a bra or something?" "Why? You don't have breasts! At least not yet! I told you, we have to see what we have to modify. There is no point in masking your body shape with corset's, waist clinchers and fake tits." "Will I get breasts?" I asked. "Have you ever seen a SheMale without them?" "I've never seen a SheMale," I answered meekly. "Oh! Then we will have to show you some. You have to know just what I am going to do to you! It's more fun that way, for me!" I struggled into the mini dress and smoothed it over my body. Another reward swept through me. "Kelly," I started, unsure of how to say this with out getting punished, "I don't think I can wear those boots!" "Why?" Harshly. "I want to! Honestly! It's just that I can hardly walk in bear feet! I'll never walk in those." "Why do you think that we operated on both your ankles instead of just your damaged one?" "I...I don't know." "Haven't you worked out that it's your Achilles' tendon that causes all your pain walking?" "No, Kelly. I hadn't!" "I'm going to make you blond, you know. You're acting like a blond! Put these on. NOW!" she handed me the first boot and I sat down immediately, to put it on. I unzipped it and slipped in my toe in, my heel slid into place and I zipped it up over my ankles. The scars that had been visible through the black nylon of my stockings were now hidden under skintight leather. I put on the second boot, marvelling at the sexy snugness of the fit. No men's footwear had ever fitted me so perfectly. "Now, stand up!" She ordered. I did, slowly, and straightened myself up. My calf's stretched as I stood and I realised that, for the first time since awakening, I was standing in comfort. Totally without pain. "Walk to that mirror and take a look at your self." I wobbled slightly, unaccustomed to the narrowness of the heels, but with the added support of the leather encasing my ankles, the height of the heel and my walk felt natural. "What have you done to my feet?" "We have redesigned your ankles, feet and toes in order to make you a more petite size 5....Oh and we shortened your Achilles tendon. You now need at least a 3-inch heel, just to be comfortable. The design can handle up to 6-inchs without discomfort, in fact I'm thinking of getting my ankles done after we've finished with you, but that's for later. You will be a perfect, full time SheMale!" "Thank you for fixing my ankles, Kelly," I decided to try to please her. "That's nothing to what we are going to do to you! There is no way you're going to be able to disguise your femininity." "I can't wait!" I tried to lie convincingly. Kelly just looked at me in obvious disbelief. We walked down the corridor together, as Kelly had ordered and I felt the nylon of my stockings rubbing on the figure hugging material of my mini dress and I found myself turned on by the sensation. The feeling, for once, was generated by the touch of the sexy material and not coming from within my brain. My hips swung slightly as my heels clicked, in time to Kelly's own, on the hard floor. My walk was confident and natural and it was such a relief to walk without pain that I did feel almost grateful to my captors. Until I remembered that I would have to wear 3-inch heels permanently, unless of course I felt like experimenting with something a little higher. "You have nice legs!" She complimented me. I looked down the front of my dress, my flat chest causing no obstruction to the view of my black stocking clad legs, and watched them as I walked along. They did look sexy and feminine! 'That's the only part of my body that does,' I thought to my self but said 'thank you' anyway. It was nice, after so much pain, to just hear something said as a compliment, even if it did belittle my manhood. "Have you ever watched two beautiful women having sex?" I was thrown by her question. "Yes. I've watched porn!" I admitted. "What was the turn on?" "Well...I guess it's the male thing, you know? Imagining walking in on them and having a threesome. Being able to turn them straight." "You've never imagined your-self as one of the women? Having your breasts sucked? Your nipples licked? Your Pussy eaten? Being fingered? Having the unexpected boyfriend come home early and being entered and fucked?" "No!" "Well it's about time you started. It's time for your first assessment. In here!" she indicated a door, which opened as we approached. "Stand there! And do what you're told." I needed no reminder of the 'or else' implied. In the room were a team of white-coated men and women who walked around me, taking measurements and photographs. Other than direct orders to lift an arm or spread my legs, I was ignored throughout the process. "What size breasts are we going for? C cup?" asked one. "Try a C cup first but I'd like something a little more voluptuous," said the voice of Professor Davis behind me. "Hello Mr Jenner. How do you like the idea of having breasts?" "It'll be a new experience for me, Professor!" I said politely, aware that his congenial manner hid something far more sinister. "Don't we all like new experiences? And how are we finding our new ankles?" "They are perfect!" I implied happiness with their workmanship but had to actually admit, "I haven't been without pain, like this, for the last few years and the boots help support my ankles." "Excellent! But once you build your strength up you'll be able to wear lots of different styles. Mr Jenner, please remove your dress. For your breast fitting, you understand." "Yes Professor." I looked at the silent Kelly, and then addressing the professor added, "Please, call me Jenny now. It will help me to adjust." "Thank you Jenny. I think that will help both of us." I removed my dress and stood embarrassed in my stockings, suspender belt and satin panties. Again I was prodded, poked and photographed but at least I had no embarrassing erection to make me feel any worse. At last I was handed a bra and helped into it. I was fitted with prosthetic breasts and relief flooded through me. Prosthetic! I had been worried that they were considering something more drastic, like surgery. With this in mind my mood improved and I was able to play along, giving my comments on the size and feel and sexiness of having these fake breasts hanging on my chest. I felt the weight and explored the nipples. I could play 'dress- up' if it avoided anything more serious. "Would you please try the next size up for me, Jenny Dear?" Asked the professor. "Yes professor," I said instantly. Perhaps getting on the good side of this man, so high in the organisation, would help my chances of living through this. But in all honesty, I knew that I had no choice in breast size. They would do to me what they wanted and with this control collar on, I could do nothing about it. The professor and Kelly spoke quietly together but, by straining, I could just make out the conversation. The Professor asked, "What do you think Kelly dear? Once we have reduced the waist, will she look top heavy?" "My personal view is that the C cup would be plenty. Natural looking! With the hips padded out, I think we will have the perfect 'hour glass' figure." 'So hip pads' I thought. This wouldn't be so bad after all. I called from where I was, "Kelly. Wouldn't it help to see me in some kind of corset and hip pads now? To help you decide?" I asked. 'Play along and lull them into a false sense of security' I said to myself. Kelly looked at me suspiciously but the professor smiled. "It probably would, Jenny Dear, but were really not geared up for waist clinchers and hip pads and those kind of things. But it's nice to see you have an interest in how you'll look." I was left confused. Just what were they gearing up for? Eventually they decided on the larger breasts and, to my horror, super-glued them directly onto my chest. Once dry and fully tested for adhesion, I was refitted with a slightly larger cupped satin bra and ordered back into my mini-dress. "Surely even full time SheMales wouldn't glue them with super-glue," I stated to Kelly. "Be grateful that I didn't nail them on! This is just to get you used to the weight and feel of them for 48hrs, while we make preparations." The weight did feel awkward but sexy too. I smoothed down the tight stretchy material of my dress, feeling the curve of my breasts. Tingles of pleasure struck as I touched myself although not enough to cause an erection. "What preparations?" I asked lightly as if unimportant. "You'll see. We are going to show you what we have planned but all in good time," said Kelly. "Right now you have some minor surgery scheduled." Panic hit me. They had just stuck breasts to my skin with super-glue, so I was safe there. What did they have planned? She smiled at the concern in my eyes. And added, "Don't you want that collar removed? We thought that you were behaving so well that we could free you of it." Hope soared in my heart. "Yes please Kelly! I promise that I'll behave. I'll do whatever you ask." I knew that I was sounding over eager but couldn't help myself. "Come on then, Jenny." My heels, clicking on the hard floor as we walked, reminded me of the lengths that these people would go to. My breasts bounced as I walked and I realised how lucky I was that they were only stuck on. Soon I was led to another lab, where a wheeled gurney sat awaiting me. "Undress completely!" she ordered. "Lay down!" A nurse came in and injected me. Almost instantly my mind went fuzzy but I remember asking, "Kelly? Why the injection? It's just the collar this time, isn't it?" "Just your neck for now, Jenny. When you wake up we'll teach you to talk like a girl." I drifted into darkness. McKenna asked, "How long will the new voice-box take to function properly?" "As soon as it's fitted, it will work properly. But the volunteer may take a little while to retrain his brain to use his new voice naturally." Answered the surgeon in charge. "I know it is a little unusual to name our volunteers but would you mind referring to this one as Jenny?" asked the Professor. "Not developing a soft spot are you?" asked McKenna. "No! But it helps remind every one that this one isn't disposable." "Good point Professor!" he conceded, "Jenny it is then. And refer to her as a 'she' from now on. No masculine reminders! Except her cock of course." "Yes but she can only use that when we switch it on. She should be experiencing a low level sense of well being when ever the holding charge is on. But I am worried that it may cause a false sense of hope to remain." "Yes Harry, you might be right. It would explain her apparent acceptance of her situation. Maybe its time to explain, to Jenny, just what it is that we are going to do to her. What do you think Harry?" "I'd like to be there, when Kelly tells her, to assess her reaction." Then to the doctor, "How are the new tissue samples growing? Are they ready for inspection?"