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Thomas and his friend Karl were up on the Downs when he heard a scream,
and motioned quietly to Karl to follow him into the bushes, where he saw
one man held down by another whilst a third stabbed him over and over
again. He took out his camera and took a picture of the scene, just
before they saw him. "Get them!"
"Run!" he told Karl and they both fled, Thomas throwing some marbles
behind him, and hearing a satisfying thump as their pursuers fell over
each other. They made it to Karl's car and drove away but not before
their number plate was noted.
"What do we do now?" Thomas asked.
"We go to the police, of course."
They went to the police station and made their statements.
"We think you should go into witness protection at least until the trial.
Now, we can't force you, but the alternatives are not very good. You can
take your chances living as normal, but you might well be murdered within
the next few days or weeks. You could try living elsewhere with family
members, but most likely they may well get fed up with you after a while.
Guests are like fish, they tend to stink after a few days, and even if we
catch the killers today, the trial won't be for at least six months, and
the killers will have friends on the outside."
"We can put you in protective custody but you won't like that, locked up
with nonces for company. Or we can hide you so they won't be able to
track you down. We know a Doctor Greebneer who can inject you with
nanobots that will temporarily change your gender. They won't be looking
for women.
"You want to put us in drag?"
"Not drag, the nanobots will change your bodies and your voices so you
totally look like and sound like young women. And it won't be permanent
either, I promise."
"Why? Who is the person we reported? He must be a serious gangster if you
want to go to the expense and trouble of putting us in a safe house and
even changing our genders. Karl, what do you think we should do?"
"I don't know Thomas ..." Karl said slumping back in his seat looking at
the officers before them.
It had been crazy! They had been minding their own business and walked
in on that murder.
"Well, I can't tell you much more than that you will be in serious danger
until you have testified. Any more could compromise the case." The
officer said, "... and even then you'll probably need some sort of new
life."
"Hey!" Karl cried out, "I don't want to be a girl for the rest of my
life!"
"No, no, no. That would be just a temporary measure to get you out of
sight quickly. We have two ID's ready to be utilised and can get you
into place straight away." The officer said, "The timing couldn't be
more perfec t. These ID's are set20up to become active as of Monday. So
we can get you in place by Thursday or Friday at t he latest and give you
the weekend to get used to things."
"I don't like the idea," Karl muttered, "I mean surely we could just, you
know, hide out down on the coast or something."
"Look," the officer added, leaning forward across the battered desk, "you
saw something that could get a very bad man put away for a very long
time. He will pull out all the stops. Every single bit of influence he
has to find you. By now he already has your20names and addresses, after
all they saw your number plates. This offer is a limited thing. Not
ideal for you, but something we have that can work and get you
disappeared fast!"
"OK. OK," Karl replied with a wave of his hands and a last worried sigh.
Things moved quickly form there. Forms were signed, blood samples taken,
and a ream of documents dumped into a case for reading 'over t he
weekend'. A laptop was handed over with biometric access set to be
activated when they first touched the device at their new temporary home.
That would be their20secure communications to back to the Program.
The fateful moment loomed. The man introduced as Dr Greebneer stood
waiting ahead of them. Both men had stripped and now stood clutching
thin medical gowns about them.
"Here we go," Karl said looking over at Thomas.
Thomas gritted his teeth as he was=2 0injected, and Karl was injected
just afterwards.
This person who injected us is a qualified medical doctor with a security
clearence, or he wouldn't be able to do something like this to us. I
don't feel so good....
He staggered and passed out, and woke. Hey, I'm in bed...was this some
sort of dream? This is not my bed... it's pink. And my old bedroom was
never full of teddy bears and other toy animals. Well, ok, maybe it was
when I was a small child, but not since then.
Thomas got up and gasped. My hair is so much longer now...and I have
breasts, and....He felt between his legs. My god.... oh no, they took my
penis away...I have a vagina now...and it feels good to touch and this is
not the time to think about sex. Is it reversible or will I be a girl for
the rest of my life?
She found her new clothes, which were a green and white20tartan skirt and
a black top, with black shoes. Two rings, a silver "E" necklace, a watch
with a pink strap and two silver bangles completed the look. She looked
around her new bedroom. It had very feminine mauve wallpaper, with two
posters of male singers and a map of the world on the wall, a desk and
chair with a computer, several books, and a cupboard that was full of
girl clothes and shoes. All of=2 0the clothing very girlish. There was
also a mirror and a make-up case. I am not wearing make-up.... hey, what
am I doing? No....
Against her will, her own body picked up a chapstick, chapsticked her
lips, and then expertly applied lipstick to them. A small amount of light
eye shadow followed. She tried to wipe her lips and eyes but found
herself unable to wipe them. Finally she gave up, and found herself able
to go and look for Karl...or whomever Karl had been turned into.
Karl struggled in to wakefulness. He blinked tiredly as he twisted under
the bedding. His body felt strange as he sat up, his skin tingled and he
found himself brushing a mop of hair away from his face. His breast
jiggled against his chest as he stood and stretched into wakefulness ....
BREASTS!
His hands grasped at his chest, followed by a quick plunge between his
legs. He staggered slack jawed towards a mirrored wardrobe and surveyed
his naked form, or rather 'her' naked for m. She was now a girl, her
naked body was lithe and full breasted. Her hair was long and raven
coloured. Her face was both delicately female and sensuously feminine.
"They did it!" the new girl exclaimed in a quiet voice.
He turned to look about the room. It was something of a teenage girls
dream world. The walls were lilac adorned with posters of boy bands and
horses. The bed now that she looked back it was covered in a white flower
embroidered quilt. Stuffed bears sat strategically around the room. A
large vanity table was overflowing with make ups, bags hair accessories,
a pink phone and an unbelievable array of items. She walked about the
room several times thinking about the awful adjustments she would need to
make over the next few weeks . Surely it would be no longer. With a
shiver she delved in to the dressers drawers. A white lace bra and
panties set was swiftly pulled in to place.
Karl gave no thought was given to the ease with which the unfamiliar
items were worn. She looked about and snatched a top and skirt from the
wardrobe, the tight pink t-shirt hugged he curves and proclaimed 'Hello
Kitty' to the world, and the short denim skirt encased her hips firmly.
She sat slipping her feet into sandals as she plucked a silver bracelet,
a neoprene necklace with a dangling silver 'C' and a selection of hair
ties from the vanity. Her hands dragged a brush through her hair and
then proceeded to apply lipstick to her lips, and mascara to her eyes.
She startled her self as she pouted into the mirror. Karl rebelled at
the girl he had made of himself and thought to reach up and wipe away the
makeup. His hand was diverted mysteriously and reached up past his face
to flick his hair aside. He stood and hunted for clothes less girlish,
little was apparent. All the pants were pink!
"Grrr," she said in to the mirror facing her cute self, "that gangster is
going to pay for this humiliation!"
She waved a slender arm and tiny fist at the mirror. Swivelling she
headed to the door in search of Thomas.
Thomas meanwhile walked downstairs and looked around the new house he was
in. It was small but comfortable, and on the table he found a note.
Your new names are Eleanor and Cindi Brooks, and you are sisters. For
your own protection, you will be unable to tell anybody your true name,
and you'll have to be girly girls. Eleanor, you will start work tomorrow
as a waitress and the Bear and Key Hotel. Cindi, you are a history
student at Canterbury University. You have today off to get used to being
female.
Eleanor stamped her foot angrily, but girlishly, on the ground and tried
to speak her true name. Her new voice was that of a young woman and
matched her new body perfectly. "My name is Eleanor. Eleanor Brookes." I
can t even say my real name when nobody is around to hear it, so there is
no way I'd be able to explain to my family who I really am, and with no
family in effect, I am trapped here. I suppose I could probably hide out
on the streets or the Downs, but I wouldn't last very long out there be
fore my life became hellish. I am stuck in this new life as a young
woman, for better or worse.
He saw Karl coming downstairs in his new form. A Hello Kitty T-shirt and
a short denim skirt-make up and jewellery-they've turned him into a
totally girly girl, just like me. He must feel so embarrassed. He tried
to call Karl by his true name but was unable to. "Hi Cindi." He passed
her the note. "I suppose you can't wipe your lips or eyes, either? I have
to become a waitress, and you're a student, and we're sisters now. How do
you feel, honey?"
Cindi? Karl thought as he almost skipped down the stairs to the girl
holding out a note. He took hold over the note and scanned it as
"My names not Cindi," he said his voice still strange in his ears, "who
are ..."
"Eleanor!" he said in shock as he finished the note. She shook her head
and started again, "el... el ..EL!"
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"I'm sorry, I don't know what got in to me I know your names El ... ",
She stamped her fo= ot in frustration, "Anyway it s me Ci ..."
Her eyes went wide as she realised what she had said.
"Cindi," she said as she slumped down onto the sofa, "So my names now
Cindi and I am a student and you are a waitress. Well, I don't know
about you, but I sure won't be noticing any more crimes, let alone
reporting them!"
Cindi cast her eyes over her new sister Eleanor. How strange! They were
both best friends and now they were sisters. Life was so weird. Her
heart hammered in her chest and she felt her face flush. Her eyes welled
with tears that she struggled to fight down at the changes that had been
wrought in their lives.
"What are we going to do Eleanor?" she said, "What are we going to do..."
"It looks like we're stuck living the lives of girly girls, at least
until the trial starts. Let me try and wipe off your make-up." Eleanor
found herself unable to wipe off Cindi's lipstick or eye shadow, and
Cindi was unable to wipe Eleanor's make-up off. Their hands just would
not touch it, nor could they wipe it off against anything. "We can't tell
any of our family or friends who we are. If we try to, the nanobots
circulating in our bodies just won't let us. And whilst we could go on
the run, we wouldn't have enough20money to survive out on the streets for
very long."
She looked inside her brown handbag and found ?75 inside it. "I'm going
out for some retail therapy, and I'll try and buy something that a male
would wear. You look good Cindi, I have to admit that. Sorry about that.
Don't cry, Cindi, you might find yourself enjoying your new life as a
girl. At least you won't have to be a waitress, unlike me. The thought of
spending hours on end waiting on tables really annoys me.
I'm a fanfiction writer, or at least I=2 0was that in my old life. I
won't be long." Cindi found herself walking upstairs and reapplying her
eye shadow. I don't want to go outside, not yet, I'm so embarrassed.
People might stare at me if I go out there she thought.
It was not all that long before Eleanor came back, with some fruit and a
red skirt, as well as ?30 that she had not spent. "Sorry Cindi, the nanos
would20not let me buy any boy clothes for you or me. I guess we'll just
have to be as girly as we can be. You must be so frustrated, I know I am.
Someone wolf-whistled at me from a car as I was walking along the street
and I felt so embarrassed. I wish I could get back to my home and family
and just be very careful when I went outside." She bit into a red apple,
and then found herself reaching into her handbag and coming out with a
lipstick.
No, please, not that...She felt herself smooth it on, repairing the
damage done to her lipstick by eating.
Cindi found she spent a long time at the vanity in her room. When she
started it was like some internal programming run amok and she applied
and removed make-up time after time. It was always something different
and always provoking some sort of reaction. Her looks changed from
an20almost make-up-less look to heavy make-up that girls wore out at
night to nightclubs.
She didn't realise it but the nanos in her body were selecting patterns
based on her reactions. The basic nano pattern had been designed to
change women to women and to assist them in the change of form by
providing new muscle memories. A side effect of these patterns was to
freeze when in appropriate or unexpected actions occurred, such as when a
Cindi tried to say the name of her old identity or act like the boy she
was. The make-up routine was also becoming confused by her masculine
response, the make-up patterns she was adopting were being selected on
her responses. Karl's response to a pretty girl, as opposed to a woman
trying to look nice. All the styles Cindi had selected were far 'sexier'
than what a nice girl would s elect.
This feed back loop continued through out the day. Every choice of
clothing had either a sort of 'short-circuit' in the decision process
until Cindi tried it on and her approval - measured by Karl's level of
excitement - was determined. The effect worked even to things like
preparing lunch and the approval Karl felt when he saw Cindi in the
mirror fixing a small salad sandwich and the disapproval at a pretty girl
gorging on meat. The nano's struggle with the conflicting messages
generating many unexpected and unplanned for patterns in the organic
programs.
Eleanor's return found Cindi sitting on the floor in front of magazine
smothered coffee table. She had found herself trapped flipping through
article after article dismissing and incorporating idea after idea.
Already she had changed her clothes three times.
"Uh ... Oh! Hi,=2 0Eleanor!" Cindi said seemly coming out of a daze. She
watched as Eleanor touched up her lipstick thinking how strange it was
the she had adapted to the change so well. Even having left the house!
"I don't know how you had the courage to go out today!" Cindi said, "I
have had a hard enough time just staying home! Everything I do is so
feminine, so girly! I wanted a huge lunch and I found myself making a
salad sandwich! I got stuck doing make-up for age and I have been
changing clothes madly!"
"It's ridiculous! How could they do it to us!"
The evening went past quickly with many aborted uncomfortable
discussions. Recriminations swiftly put on hold. All the while they
were being distracted by enforced mannerisms and unexpected reactions.
It all became too much for Cindi and she headed exhausted off to bed.
College the next day was daunting. Cindi waved goodbye to Eleanor and
walked up to the bus stop. It was a short trip that Cindi spent looking
broodingly out the window. She had found herself washing and styling her
hair in to a long wave. Her body was silky smooth and moisturised. She
had applied make-up expertly and dressed in a lacy thong with matching
push-up bra. A white camisole top and a pair of tight pink jeans were
complemented by her necklace and a selection of bangles. She had had a
quick light breakfast tossing some fruit into her bag. Then after a
quick inconsequential and nervous chat with Eleanor picked up her large
shoulder bag packed with girlish essentials and her notebooks and headed
off.
Classes looked rough. They were all literature and design. Nothing
she, as Karl, had dealt with before. She joined the throngs first via
administration and then into the days lecture halls. She had tried hard
to keep to herself, but she found that impossible as she met other
student's eyes and was drawn into conversations. She tried, and mostly
succeeded, in keeping her20own contributions meek and non-specific. The
worst of the day occurred when she took a wrong turn and found herself
walking down a back passage.
"Hey!" a voice boomed startling her.
She turned and saw two tall heavy boys looking at her as they smoked in a
tiny alcove she had unknowingly passed. Once more she was reminded not
only of the change in her gender, but of her size in general. The boys
towered over her. They were frightening as the closed in on either side
of her.
"We saw you this morning," the blonde boy said, "you were catching the
bus just up the road from were we are renting."
"Yeah!" said the dark haire d boy, "We always notice when something hot
moves in nearby. Where are you from?"
Cindi repeated half the conversations she had had that day regurgitating
the history she had been given. The boys took only a passing interest in
her words as their eyes roamed up and down her body. She clutched her
bag in front of her as the shared their own histories with her.
"Well I suppose we'll see you tomorrow hey Cindi!"
"Hey!" his friend interjected, "Why don't we give you a lift? See you at
the stop around 10:00"
Cindi found herself tongue tied as she tried to say no and her muscles
struggled for a more polite answer.
"See you then," finally escaped her lips accompanied by a smile.
She watched them leave alternating between embarrassment and anger as she
fumed over the changes that had been imposed upon her. Her day finished
much like it started, with Cindi looking out the bus window brooding on
events.
Unknown to her, the reason why Eleanor had experienced far less incessant
changing then Cindi was that in some ways, his idea of the perfect girl
was in some ways a female version of himself. And that was why the new
woman that he had become had largely avoided getting into a constant
feedback loop, at least so far. She felt really sorry for Cindi when she
arrived home and found her surrounded with girl magazines. And I thought
that I was having a hard time, she must be having an even worse time then
me.
Uh ... Oh! Hi, Eleanor! I don't know how you had the courage to go out
today! I have had a hard enough time just staying home! Everything I do
is so feminine, so girly! I wanted a huge lunch and I found myself
making a salad sandwich! I got stuck doing make-up for age and I have
been changing clothes madly!"
"It's ridiculous! How could they do it to us! I know they want to keep
us safe, but I'd almost rather be dodging bullets then going through
this. It's so frustrating, having to be a girly girl like this."
That night Eleanor found herself finally able to remove her make-up, but
then after her bath she found herself reaching for a bottle of lotion.
No, please, I don't want to...She found herself unable to stop herself
squirting lotion into her bellybutton and onto her stomach and breasts,
and rubbing it in. She repeated it with her arms and legs, hands and feet
and face, and then, unable to go to the bathroom and wash off the lotion,
went t o bed instead. She woke far earlier then she wanted to and found
her tired body hauling herself out of bed, when all she really wanted to
do was sleep. Thomas had always approved greatly of a hardworking girl,
partly because of his own laziness, and now the nanos were making him
become that girl, much against his will.
Eleanor found herself once more putting on lipstick and eye make-up. She
hated having to wear the lipstick most of all, feeling it sitting moistly
on her lips and unable to do anything about it, as when she tried to wipe
it away she just ran her hand through her hair instead. Not long after
Cindi left for college, Eleanor found herself walking off to work. She
concentrated hard and managed to stop walking forward, then thought. I'm
not Thomas any more; I have no family to go to and no access to either
Thomas's disability benefits or his savings. So I'm going to have to be a
waitress as nobody would want me for any other job who is not trying to
scam me or worse. Only once in her old male life had she tried to get a
job, and that was by making her e-mail address public, which brought
nothing but a pile of spam e-mails from Nigeria and other places.
Waitressing was hard work, racing in and out of the kitchen with plates
of food in exchange for a small salary and the tips that the more polite
amongst the customers left for her, and her feet were aching horribly in
their red one inch heeled shoes by the end of the day by the time she was
able to walk back to their new house. I do have some control over this
body, I could run away if I really wanted to, but I'd be condemned to a
life as a homeless girl on the streets, at the mercy of anybody who
wanted to rob me or worse. When she got home and kicked off her shoes,
she found Cindi waiting at home for her, looking very unhappy indeed. "Hi
Cindi, how was your day? Mine was horrible and from how sad you look I
doubt yours was much better."
Cindi struggled to head to school the next day ... Ever since her crash
and burn the night before. Her humiliating breakdown in front of Eleanor
when she blurt out not just the days events at school, enough in itself
to flush her face in shame and anger, but the unending changes to
everything she did. All the things that changed her from a He to a She.
She d idn't want to face Eleanor that morning so she had hid out and
ghosted from the bathroom to her room as she readied herself for the day.
Much of the fight had gone fro her and she let her new programmed
behaviours lead her, letting her mind wander.
Finally she heard Eleanor head into the bathroom. She hurried downstairs
and grabbed a breakfast bar and a glass of water. She headed to the door
and paused turning facing up to where she knew Eleanor would be.
"Bye Eleanor! I'll see you after school tonight," she called
"... and Thank you for last night!?" she added as she hurried out the
door.
Cindi clattered up the road to wards the bus stop her head down and her
bag dragging at her shoulder. A car pulled up loudly beside her and she
heard a voice that she quickly recognised from yesterday greeting her and
offering a lift to school.
"Uh, hi," she answered as she turned to say she was fine and didn't need
a lift.
"Umm," she said searching for polite words to turn down the offer.
Her reflection in the car windows caught her eye, it was a clear image
enhanced by the sun as it turned glass in to mirror. It was of her, of
the girl Cindi. The conscious part of her was aghast at how she had
dressed that day, while her nano's ca ught and analysed the surging
emotions and reflected appearance. Her inner programming took notice of
the way Karl would have felt about Cindi, it took notice and corrected
Cindi's actions to suit the situation. To cater to Karl's ideas and to
enhance the experience for Cindi.
Cindi cocked her hip and lent forward to see into the car. She flicked
her hair back over her shoulder as she smiled.
"A lift would be great," she answered with a big smile.
The dark haired boy, Bruno, leant back over the front seat and pushed the
rear door open. Cindi slung her bag in to the car before stepping
closer. Her high heeled black boots clattering at her steps. She sat
down in to the car swivelling her hips and swing her legs into the car.
She kept her legs tightly together as the large expanse of bare thigh was
revealed by her rising tartan min skirt.
"So, how has your morning been Princess?" the blonde boy, Claude, asked
as his eyes surveyed her in the rear-vision mirror.
"Pretty boring," Cindi answered as she leant forward between the seats,
and the boys, "how about yours?"
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