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Desperate, maybe the only way to describe a man like Clayton Peterson.
What else could you call a man who'd sell his body for pocket change? It
wasn't as if Clayton had much choice in the matter. Only a month ago
he'd been laid off from his company, and since then had been living off
from unemployment. The checks barely covered his rent; eating was
another matter entirely. Unable to find a new job, Clayton considered it
a stoke of luck to stumble upon a flier seeking paid volunteers for a new
drug research trial. It didn't pay much, but in desperate times Clayton
could hardly complain.
Upon arriving at the small facility listed on the flier, Clayton had been
made to fill out a mountain of paperwork. He had then been instructed to
wait in an examination room to see a physician. For all of his life
Clayton had been bothered by waiting. He liked immediate results, and
hated having to waste his precious time on others who couldn't be more
prompt. Nearly an hour had passed before the door opened. In walked a
blond woman in her mid-forties, wearing a long, white coat. With a smile
she introduced herself.
"Hello Mr. Peterson," she said, "I'm Rose, and I'm happy to tell you that
you've been approved for clinical testing."
A sense of relief came over the man. "So what will I be testing?"
"I can't answer that. Unfortunately a large portion of the test requires
you to be completely unaware of its effects. Our goal is to measure the
intended effects while you maintain a normal lifestyle. If that makes
you feel uncomfortable..."
"No," Clayton cried out, "I'm fine with that. But... I still get paid,
right?"
Rose giggled, "Of course. You'll be fully compensated." The petite
woman removed a long syringe from her coat pocket. Just the sight of it
made Clayton's skin shiver. If there was anything he hated more than
waiting it was needles. Perhaps Rose sensed his anxiety because she was
quick to say, "There's no need to panic Mr. Peterson. Aside from the
initial prick you'll feel absolutely nothing."
Clayton extended his arm and shut his eyes. Indeed the pain was brief.
It took less than a second to administer the whole thing to him. "So
that was it? That's what I'll be testing?"
"No, I'm afraid that that was just a... vitamin shot. It's necessary,
and you'll be receiving several more through out the testing period.
What you'll be testing are small, red pills that have a bitter taste to
them. The testing we've done up until now shows that they're safe for
human consuption, and should have no lasting effects on your body beyond
the length of the testing period." Rose spoke with such uniform precision
that Clayton couldn't help but to feel as if she had that speech
rehearsed.
After placing a bandage over the small hole left by the needle, Rose
smiled at Clayton in such a way that the hairs on the back of his neck
stood on end. "Just one more thing," she said, "Drop your pants and bend
over."
An uneasy feeling came over Clayton as he watched Rose slip on a glove.
Oh well, he figured, just one more sacrifice in the name of eating.
Day Three:
Since the day he had started taking his medication Clayton had felt
unusually energetic. He wondered if the pills weren't some sort of
energy tablets, or if it was just a side-effect of the vitamin shot. Not
wanting his new found stamina to go to waste, Clayton spent every
afternoon putting out applications. At night he worked on cleaning his
apartment. After three days the place had become so immaculate that it
was a struggle to find a bit of dust to clean. Clayton couldn't help but
think that his mother would be awfully proud.
Day Seven:
Clayton had been early for his appointment at the lab. Unfortunately
that meant extra time waiting to see Rose. He kept staring at his watch.
Time never seemed to move. Finally, after two hours of impatiently
waiting, Rose came strolling in with a smile across her pink lips.
"Hello again Mr. Peterson," she said, "How have you been feeling?"
"Absolutely wonder... No, better than that really. It's like I just have
all the energy in the world, and I feel so motivated to put it to good
use."
Rose marked a few things on her clipboard. "Is that so? Have you
noticed any abnormal growths on your body?"
"No... Could that sort of thing happen?"
"Have you felt any unusual attractions to animals, furniture, the
opposite sex, or yourself?"
"No."
"Please forgive me, but these are standard questions. You shouldn't feel
alarmed by them." Rose set aside her clipboard and removed a syringe from
her coat pocket just as before. Clayton bit his lip and looked away as
he was injected. Yet again the pain was short lived. When she was
finished, Rose began fitting her hand with a glove. "Same as before,"
she said, "Bend over and take it like a man."
Day Eleven:
For half the morning Clayton had found himself entranced by his own
reflection. He simply didn't know what to make of what he was seeing.
Clayton had always had a full head of hair, but his previous short locks
now stretched well past his shoulders. Could it be that he was testing a
hair-growth formula, he wondered, if so he'd have to buy stock in the
company.
Stepping into the shower, Clayton ran his fingers through his new dew.
His hair was soft and silky. It reminded him of his mothers when she had
been a younger woman. Suddenly something caught the man's eye. At the
bottom of the tub was a clump of black hair. A second later Clayton saw
the source of the clump; his body hair was coming off in the wash. Much
to Clayton's shock his body went completely bald over just a few seconds.
By the time he managed to shut off the water and get out of the tub he'd
lost it all. The only thing that was left was the hair on his head and
his eyebrows.
Naturally he considered calling Rose. Certainly this was something that
should be reported. Then again what if they used it as an excuse to pull
him from the progam? Clayton couldn't imagine what he'd do without the
money they were paying him. His body didn't hurt. His skin still felt
normal. What would it really hurt if he just pretended like nothing had
happened? Forcing a smile, Clayton continued about his business as
usual.
Day Fourteen:
"Did you decide to shave?"
Feeling nervous, Clayton lied, "Yes. I hated all that hair."
Rose's expression was one of obvious disbelief. She'd only discovered
Clayton's newfound baldness after asking him to strip. Kneeling down the
woman inspected Clayton's body closely. A smile crept over her lips.
"Oh, I think it's smaller."
"What is?"
"Your cock. It looks a good half an inch smaller."
Looking down, Clayton tried to see if there really was a difference.
Certainly if there was he wasn't seeing it. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. I'm going to measure it for your next visit."
"Should I... Should I be worried?"
Rose sighed under her breath, "Probably. Would you like to end the
testing?"
"No," Clayton yelled, "I can stand to lose a bit."
Truthfully Clayton knew that he should be more worried about the
situation, but it was as if his brain was more focused on other things.
What those things were he wasn't positive about, but they definitely
seemed more important than his dick. Rose took her measurements, wrote
them down on paper, and concluded the session with a rubber glove and a
smile.
Day Sixteen:
For two days Clayton had been feeling awfully ill. He'd practically
lived on the toilet. Four or five times an hour he'd have to evacuate
his stomach; about then he was never really sure which end it'd come out
of. The strange thing was that Clayton hadn't eatten anything at all in
nearly four days, so he wondered where it was all coming from. His
biggest concern though was that he might not be able to keep his pills
down. Above anything he couldn't hurl them.
Day Eighteen:
"Shit," Clayton muttered, as he stumbled towards the toilet. His pajama
bottom wouldn't stop creeping down. With every step they fell down to
his ankles. The things didn't fit at all anymore it seemed.
Unfortunately the rest of Clayton's clothes were no different. His
shirts were lose, his pants would fall off, and even his shoes seemed a
bit long. Clayton wondered if he might have lost some weight during his
week of unintentional fasting.
Stepping onto the scale, Clayton looked down and was surprised to find
that he came in just under one-forty. He'd always been nearly forty
pounds heavier than that at least. Was it really possible to drop so
much weight in such a short time? Certainly it couldn't be healthy.
As Clayton started to walk away from the scale he noticed something
fairly odd in the bathroom mirror. His chest was seemingly inflamed. It
was hard to see, but if he stood at his side it was obvious. There was
definitely slight swelling around his nipples. That wasn't all. His
hips, which were exposed thanks to his drooping pants, were equally
swollen. At the same time his waist looked astounding thin; almost as if
it were concave. Shrugging all of that off as mere coincidence, Clayton
trudged back to his bed. He needed more sleep; he felt positive about
that.
Day Twenty-One:
It had been a long wait to see Rose, but Clayton wasn't bothered at all.
He'd been too busy thinking about how silly he must look in his over
sized clothes, and how he'd completely forgotten to clean behind the
fridge. A million more thoughts raced through his mind; each equally
important, but none bothering him all that much.
"Good morning Clayton," Rose called out, "You look quite different today.
Have you been feeling well?"
Nodding, Clayton said, "I feel fine, but I'm losing weight."
"Take off your clothes and let's see."
Clayton did as told. He quickly stripped down, and presented his rather
slim body to Rose.
"Well that's not fair," Rose giggled, "Your thinner than me, and by the
looks of things you'll have bigger tits!"
"I'm growing tits? Is that a side-effect of the medication?"
"Does that bother you?"
After thinking for a minute, Clayton shook his head. "I guess not."
Without asking for permission, Rose pulled out a ruler and grabbed the
head of Clayton's cock. Clayton watched as she measured it. "It's
shrunk at least three inches. I imagine you'll have a hard time getting
a date with this. You know by next week it could be gone. Maybe I
should just take you off from the drugs now to save..."
"No! Please no! I need this so badly."
Rose made some notes on her board. "Just remember that I've advised you
to drop out of the program. Don't blame us for the mistakes you make on
your own, understand?"
"Yes," Clayton said, nodding. Rose gave him his injection before
slipping on her glove.
Day Twenty-Four:
Clayton's clothes no longer fit at all. His pants wouldn't stay up even
with a belt, and his shirts hung down to his knees. Even worse they felt
tight around his chest, which had ballooned up badly since his last
visit. Now two large, round orbs of flesh hung from him. They had a
nice bounce, and looked positively gorgeous, but left Clayton feeling a
little exposed since he had no way to keep them covered. Out of
frustration he decided it was time to do some shopping.
The mall was busy for a weekday, which only made Clayton feel all the
more uncomfortable as he stumbled about in his oversized clothes. He'd
looked around a few of his favorite stores, but had found nothing that
would fit his new body size. Thankfully he noticed the manequins in the
window of a small women's boutique. They were about his size, and
considering his frame it only made sense that he should shop at a women's
store. Of course Clayton was conscious of what that implied, but it
hardly bothered him at all. After all, it was just the most logical
decision.
"Can I help you," a young clerk said as he walked in.
"I hope so," Clayton replied, "I need... everything."
The woman giggled, "Your boyfriend kick you out?"
"No, nothing like that."
"It's alright sweetie," the woman whispered, "We've all been there. Now
tell me what size you are?"
Shaking his head, Clayton replied, "I don't know."
"Well I'd guess about a four... God I wish I were. I have some nice
jeans right over here that'll fit your perfectly." The clerk grabbed a
few pairs of jeans, and escorted Clayton back to the changing area. "Try
those on, and I'll fetch you a bra. What size sweetie?"
Again Clayton had no answer. "Sorry, these things are new."
The clerk laughed loudly, thinking his response to be a joke. She walked
away and came back with a measuring tape. After taking off his shirt,
Clayton turned his back so the woman could measure him. "Thirty-three,
baby you could be a porn star with melons like these."
The new jeans were a bit more snug than Clayton was used to, and figuring
out how to put on a bra was an embarassing situation for Clayton. It was
a relief though to finally have on clothes that fit again. Before
leaving the store he filled up several bags with pants, blouses, panties,
bras, stalkings, nightgowns, and even a couple skirts since they were on
sale. Due to the expense he was forced to use his parent's charge card,
but he figured they wouldn't mind helping him out. After all, this was a
necessity.
Day Twenty-Six:
Feeling human again after getting into some comfortable clothes, Clayton
took another day to put out applications. He found it strange how kind
men were being to him all day. They gave up seats on the bus, paid for
his drinks, and wouldn't stop opening doors for him. By the time he
arrived home Clayton was saddened to discover that his day wasn't so
perfect after all. He'd forgotten his keys.
"Damnit," he mumbled to himself, as he shook the door handle.
"Is everything alright?" Clayton turned to see his neighbor from across
the hall looking out. In the three years that Clayton had lived in his
apartment he'd never spoken to any of his neighbors so much as once.
"I locked myself out," Clayton laughed, "Really stupid, I know."
The dark-haired man smiled, "Come in and I'll call the supervisor.
They'll have it open in a jiffy."
"Thanks," Clayton said, as he strolled in.
The apartment was no bigger than Clayton's, but it was definitely full of
more... stuff. From wall to wall the man had clutter and unopened boxes
taking up nearly every inch of floor. Clayton couldn't help but to feel
a little overwhelmed by the shear size of the mess. Perhaps feeling a
bit embarrassed, the man blushed as he said, "Sorry, I don't get a lot of
time to clean."
"I guess not," Clayton giggled.
"By the way, my name's Richard."
Extending his hand, Clayton introduced himself, "My name's Clayton."
Richard's eyes went wide. "That's an odd name."
"Is it?"
"I mean... You know, for a woman."
Clayton laughed loudly. "Yeah, I guess if I was a woman it would be."
Richard's jaw dropped. He leaned in closer to Clayton, whispering as if
there were someone who might overhear, "You're a tranny?"
"No, this was all sort of an accident really. It's a long story."
Feeling quite confused now, Richard asked, "So you still have a dick?"
"I should hope so, but it's really small."
"Can... Can I see it?"
Seeing no reason to say no, Clayton started unfastening his jeans. He
pulled them down a bit, along with his panties, exposing what was left of
his once proud cock. The thing was barely more than a stubble; just a
head poking out of a small pocket of fat. Richard leaned in; his eyes
conveyed his complete disbelief over what he was seeing. Suddenly a wild
grin appeared across his face. "I've always wanted to try it with a she-
male," he said, "How about it? Wanna mess around a bit?"
Naturally Clayton didn't want to have sex with a man. "No thanks," he
said simply.
Richard leaned in and kissed Clayton on the cheek; he moved in towards
his mouth. They exchanged a long kiss. Clayton felt odd having another
man's tongue in his mouth. He didn't return the affection at all, but at
the same time felt unmotivated to move away. Finally Richard broke the
kiss. His hands went to Clayton's thighs. He easily lifted the smaller
man, and carried him straight towards the bedroom. Clayton didn't
resist. He remained still as Richard stripped him. He was motionless as
Richard tasted his body. Even losing his black-cherry hardly bothered
him.
Day Twenty-Eight:
"So you and this guy have been seeing each other every night?"
Blushing, Clayton replied, "It's not like that. He just keeps forcing
himself on me, and it's like I don't have the will to fight back."
"So maybe you like him?" Rose giggled sharply. "Well in any case I can't
find any trace of your dick at all. It's either completely retracted up
into your body, or been absorbed."
Looking down, Clayton marveled at his now flat groin. Where once he had
a dick he now had what was blatantly a vagina. Unintentionally he
wondered how Richard might react to it. After all it was having a penis
that attracted him to Clayton in the first place. "Will it grow back...
After the test is complete?"
"That seems unlikely, but I suppose with surgery anything's possible.
Besides, you're assuming that the test drug has anything to do with these
changes. In fact I can assure you that it doesn't at all."
Clayton found himself surprised by this revelation. It was easy to chalk
his sex-change to the drugs he'd been testing. In fact it seemed
impossible to believe that it could be anything else. Even still Rose
had no reason to lie to him, so he couldn't doubt her.
Day Thirty:
Clayton lay silently beside his partner, Richard. The two had been going
at it like animals for hours. It was a relief to Clayton when Richard
finally tired himself out. Naturally the revelation that Clayton now had
female genitalia didn't bother Richard in the least. In fact it'd only
escalated their sex life. Looking at things logically, as Clayton tended
to these days, it only made sense that if he were a woman that he should
chose Richard as a lover. He had money, showed genuine interest in him,
and was fantastic in bed. Even still something was wrong.
A pain had come over Clayton. His breathing had grown frantic, he could
hardly restrain himself from crying out. Finally he was forced to wake
Richard up.
"Mmmm... It's two in the morning. What's up sweetie," Richard muttered
as he stirred to life. Seeing Clayton's face he quickly sprung from the
bed. "I'll call Rose," he said, "We'll be at the clinic in no time."
It was a fast drive to the clinic. Clayton complained all the way about
it being unnecessary to wake Rose, but Richard wouldn't listen. By the
time they arrived there was already several nurses waiting. Clayton was
put into a wheel chair and rushed to a room. This room was new to him.
There was a bed in the center with metal stirrups. Clayton could barely
keep his eyes open as the nurses stripped him, and then lifted him onto
the bed. His legs were locked in tightly. Richard stood by his side
holding his hand.
"I got here as quickly as I could," Rose cried out as she charged in,
"Poor sweetie, I should have known this would happen!"
Richard was quick to chime in, "What's going on?"
Without answering, Rose slipped on her gloves, and kneeled down between
Clayton's open legs. Using a set of metal tongs, she reached up into
Clayton's body through his new cunt. Clayton screamed in pain. Richard
paniced, not knowing what to do. "Got 'em," Rose said, "This is going to
hurt."
Squeezing Richard's hand, Clayton screamed at the top of his lungs as
Rose yanked the tongs out. Squeezed between them was two small, fleshy
orbs still attached to Clayton by thin veins. "What are those," Clayton
asked; feeling awfully relieved.
"Your testicles. The body tries to reject them as ovaries begin to
develop, but unfortunately it causes the patient a tremendous amount of
pain."
"Ovaries...? Then I...."
"Yes," Rose giggled, "If you two keep at it you'll be a mother soon."
Feeling quite confused Richard asked, "So what do we do with his...
things?"
Rose looked up to Clayton, "That's up to him. With surgery we could..."
"Cut them off," Clayton yelled, "They hurt so much! I just want to be
rid of them for good!"
Without hesitation Rose did as asked. Both men watched with smiles as
she tossed what was left of Clayton's manhood into the trash. "Then it's
over," Rose said, "As of today you're done with this faze of the
testing."
"You said I wasn't testing a sex-change drug."
"You weren't, sweetie. The sex-change was the result of the so-called
vitamin shots I've been giving you. In fact you've been testing a new
anti-psychotic for people experiencing extreme trauma. We created a
situation in your life that would normally be horrifying for any person
to endure, but because of the drugs you were able to simply move on. I'd
say it was a rousing success."
Clayton could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Then what about the
rectal screenings?"
"Again just a way to make you feel uncomfortable. Most men don't
tolerate those well, but you were... Well, very receptive to those from
the start."
Richard looked down at Clayton, and then to Rose. "So he's a she now,
right? I mean like we could even get married?"
"By law he's completely female. Our office has helped every test subject
transition into their new life. I do have to say that most haven't done
so quite as quickly as Clayton here."
As Richard and Rose spoke Clayton drifted off into his own world. It
didn't matter to him that he'd been the victim of a scientific
experiment. It didn't matter that his life had been forever changed.
All he could think about at that moment was how he'd look in his wedding
dress. How it'd feel to birth a child, and raise it to be a loving
adult. Of course the most pressing thing on his mind was how he'd break
all of this to his parents. Come that time they might be the ones in
need of those special little pills.
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