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Love Thy Self
By Mistress X
There was a rumble in my head as my eyes tried to focus in the darkness.
The last thing I remembered was riding over to this laboratory to
participate in some chemical trial. My dad had told me I'd have to pay
for my own car and they were paying me a hundred bucks toward a fixer-
upper.
"Oh, man I feel like crap," I thought. "Whatever they gave me must have
knocked me for a loop." I simply figured whatever medicine they gave me
knocked me out and they put me in this room to sleep it off. It was a
fairly barren place, like a normal hospital room. The lights were out
and the blinds were drawn, the only real light source was from the crack
under the door.
As I tried to sit up my muscles failed me. "Gurhh!" I groaned to a
soreness like I'd never felt. The groan was a mistake, because it
instantly caused me to choke. "Gurrrgggg!" I gurgled in panic realizing
I had a tube down my throat!
My arms, like my back, were sore and unresponsive. The only thing I
could do was thrash about in horror.
To my relief an older lady in a nurses smock rushed in.
"Oh my dear!" she said flipping on the lights. "Just hold on sweetie,"
she continued as she dashed over and pulled the tube out. "Finally
breathing on our own I see."
"W-what happened?" I asked in a gruff but distinctly high-pitched voice.
I froze at the shock from the voice that had just left my lips.
Simultaneously the nurse stared down at me wide-eyed. I watched her
swoon and fall backward just as I blacked out.
_ _ _ _ _
"But speech indicates memory. She can't have memories," I heard waking
up.
"Well believe it or not I heard her talk, I didn't imagine it!" I
glanced over and saw the nurse lady arguing with a man and a woman in
lab-coats.
"Who are they talking about?" I wondered.
"Look there is just no way she could have the mental capacity to speak,
she's basically a newborn," said the lady in the lab-coat.
The lights were on this time and I could see I was wearing a hospital-
gown, by this time I had already figured out I had been here a while.
"Can I call my parents?" I asked cringing at the voice I now knew was
real.
"My GOD!" spouted the man. "You weren't making it up!"
"I told you," the nurse snapped.
"But how?" inquired the woman in the lab-coat, astonished.
"Perhaps genetic memory isn't a myth like we thought," the man answered.
"Why do I sound like this?" I interjected.
"Well we've never tried on a human before, all our other subjects ran on
instinct," they continued ignoring me. "It's theoretically possible that
even the rats had some rudimentary memories of the originals."
"Why do I SOUND LIKE THIS!?" I screamed sounding like a pissed off
teenage girl.
The man stared at me for a moment before walking over and sitting next
to my bed. "I'm Doctor Roger Belford," he calmly explained. "What's the
last thing you remember?"
"Well," I began. "I had read a brochure asking for volunteers for some
sort of clinical trial. I called them up and they said they'd pay me a
hundred dollars for a couple of hours. So I saddled up on my bike and
rode over. The last thing I remember is approaching the building."
"Remarkable!" he said. "Do you remember your name?"
"Henry Knots."
"That's the name on the donor sheet," said the woman in the coat.
"This is just EXTRAORDINARY!" he belted. "Specific memories of the
donor! We never expected this!"
He stood up and began to walk off when I grabbed him by the wrist using
all my strength. "Please, why do sound like this?"
He sat back down and leaned in close. "What year do you think this is?"
"2009," I answered earnestly.
"Well it's actually 2029," he responded.
"WHAT?!"
"The year is 2029 and you are not Henry Knots. You are Subject X..."
"We always called her Jenny," the nurse interrupted.
"W-wait," I said. "Her?"
The man continued. "Twenty years ago a young man named Henry Knots was
asked to participate in an experiment, an experiment that at the time
was top-secret. He signed a secrecy agreement and donated a large amount
of blood and semen for their research. The goal of that experiment was
to produce a perfect human clone. However there was a complication, a
mistake was made with the application of a specific enzyme and the fetus
failed to develop male characteristics. In layman's terms, the clone was
accidentally made female instead of male. You, were that clone."
"Bullshit!" I shrieked. "Tell me what really happened!"
"It's true Honey," said the nurse sympathetically. "I've been around for
the entire project. After the mistake we were supposed to scrap the
experiment, but some of us were already too attached to you. We voted
and decided to keep the project running."
"Where are my manners?" said Roger. "That's Jean Jenkins, the last of
the original team still with the project. And this is Dr. Wanda Marko,
my partner in science."
"I don't believe you, you're lying! Why are you lying?!" I pleaded.
"I guess we'll have to prove it to her," said Wanda with a trace of
irritation in her voice. Jean wheeled my gurney over to a large mirror
and pressed a little button on the side. It raised me up so I could see
my reflection. I almost cried at what I saw, there was nothing
particularly feminine about myself, but nothing very masculine either. I
was pale, my cheeks were sunken, I was nothing but skin and bones. My
hair was short, I had practically no eyebrows.
"Jesus, I look like I've never eaten a bite or moved a muscle," I said
mournfully.
"For all intents and purposes you haven't," said Wanda. "You spent the
better part of nineteen years in a tube, and have been on that bed
eating nothing but paste for the last couple of weeks."
Jean came around and unzipped my gown. I broke down when I saw it. I had
once been a strong, virile, young man, a football player and MVP, but
now I was a skinny, shapeless form. I looked like a starved ten year old
boy, except for the obvious lack of boyhood. "Oh my... *sniff* ...G-
go... Waaahhhhh! ...Huugggg...Ahhh," I had never cried like that before,
but then again I'd never had so much reason to. My whole life, including
my body, had been ripped out from under me.
Jean cradled my head and tried to calm me down. "It's okay Jenny baby,
I'll take care of you."
"MY NAME IS HANK!" I screamed.
_ _ _ _ _
Over the next couple of weeks I wouldn't speak to anyone, Jean still
tried to comfort me but I would try not to talk to her.
It took forever before my system got strong enough for solid food but
once I began eating real meals I started to develop a figure, a
decidedly female figure. The hormone supplements gave me unusually
large, full breasts, a shapely rear, and a narrow waist. I looked like
an eighteen year old girl, as feminine as I was once masculine.
"Time for physical therapy Jenny," Jean said entering my room.
"Not today," I said rolling over as not to look at her.(She had been
calling me Jenny so long I had started to answer to it.)
"What's the matter honey?" she pried as she approached.
"I don't feel good."
"Well that's what the therapy's for honey," she said sitting on the edge
of the bed and pulling off my blanket. "Oh dear!" I looked away in
shame of the red stains in my sheets.
"I told you to leave me ALONE!" I raged before quickly going into
another bout of crying.
"Oh Lord, I've been dreading this day. Jen honey I know it hurts but it
was going to happen sooner or later, there's not much I can do."
"Sooner or LATER?! This never happened when I was a GUY!"
"Like it or not young lady, you are a woman now and it's not going to be
easy. But it's not all bad, there are things you're going to come to
appreciate."
"*sniff* Like what?"
"Well a girl that looks like you could wrap the world around her finger,
and later on down the road if you happen to meet the right man the two
of you could..."
"No-no-NO! No men and defiantly no kids."
"If you say so Hon, let's go get you cleaned up."
_ _ _ _ _
"There, doesn't that look better?" said Jean as she finished styling my
hair.
"Oh come on, I don't care if..." I paused to fix a minor imperfection.
"It's not too bad."
"The test results are in," Wanda said as she entered the room clipboard
in hand. "No infections, no diseases, no genetic abnormalities,
everything's in the pink."
"In the pink," I muttered spinning my chair around to see Wanda and
revealing the girlish pink outfit Jean had me in. "Nice choice of
words."
"One final touch," said Jean sticking a flower in and a circlet in my
hair, in style at the time. The whole ensemble was awfully girly but I
guess I pulled it off. "I'm going to miss you honey," she cried.
"You said I'd be coming back every couple of months for tests, you'll
see me again," lately I had opened up to Jean and began to see her more
as a mother figure. She had watched me grow from a single cell into a
young adult and now I was going away from her, I couldn't help but feel
sorry for her. "You still haven't told me where I'm going to be living."
"Oh, it's a surprise baby, but I think you're going to like it."
_ _ _ _ _
We pulled up to a fairly large house on a sloped street and Jean
gestured for me to get my things. "The man who lives here knows about
you and has offered to put you up," she explained.
She led me up to the door and rang the bell. After a few moments the
door opened and it seemed as though I was looking in a funhouse mirror.
The girl standing there looked so much like me, she was younger, with
longer hair, but the resemblance was striking.
"Excuse me young lady," said Jean. "But is your father home?"
"DAD!" she yelled. "SOMEBODY'S AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!"
A large figure came down the stairs at the back of the room. "Thanks
Nell," he said as I stood on wobbly leg staring frozen. "So you must be
Jenny."
He was a well built man around forty, he had salt and pepper hair with a
conservative cut. The man was me, the real me twenty years down the
road.
_ _ _ _ _
"What's wrong with her Daddy?" asked a small boy standing next to the
couch I was laying on.
"She's just really surprised," said the male me as he laid a wet
washcloth on my forehead. "Well, I guess they didn't explain much to you
did they Jenny?"
"They said it was a surprise. HA-HA," I remarked sarcastically.
"Exactly how much do you remember about me?" he asked.
"Everything up to around the experiment," I answered.
"Then I guess I need to do a little explaining. These are my kids Kenny
and Nell. Kenny's five and Nell's fourteen."
"So you're married?" I didn't know why that was my first question, but
it came out anyway.
"No, not anymore, traffic accident," he answered solemnly.
"I'm sorry."
"Who is that lady Daddy?" asked Kenny.
"Yeah, and what are you two talking about?" Nell inquired.
"It's complicated," we answered in unison.
_ _ _ _ _
We eventually came up with a story to tell the kids, Hank helped me get
my GED and gave me a job as a filing clerk at his software company. I
was impressed at how mature the real me had become, he had a successful
business with lots of employees, a big house, and a family. Plus I had
to admit he wasn't bad looking.
"Wow!" said Hank as I walked into his office one day with an electronic
clipboard under my arm. "That's the first time you've worn a skirt to
work."
"Yeah, well I figured if I'm stuck this way I might as well get used to
the wardrobe," It was a lie, I honestly didn't know why I had decided to
dress like a showy secretary but it felt good. "These are the forms you
forgot to sign," I explained as I sat on the corner of his desk.
"Thank you miss Knots."
"You're welcome," I said cheerfully lingering a moment before moving on.
From that time on I started wearing women's clothing almost all the
time. I got a kick out of it, plus I began to realize how strange I
looked in men's. Not to mention the underwear was comfortable, no more
baggy undies and no more chafed nipples.
_ _ _ _ _
A little while later Kenny and I were at the mall shopping for Nell's
birthday. We were in a clothing boutique looking for her an outfit or
two. (And maybe one or two for me) Kenny was sitting in a little chair
waiting patiently and kicking his legs while I checked out a dress in
the mirror. "Jenny?" he said inquisitively.
"Yeah?" I responded still holding the dress up to my chest.
"Are you my daddy's new girlfriend?"
"PW-WHAT?!"
"Well you live with us and I see him looking at you sometimes."
"Looking at me how?"
"When you're not looking he just looks at you for a real long time."
"W-well, ah, d-do you think Nell would like this?"
That night I laid in the bath pleasuring myself and every once in a
while I'd have to stop when I realized Hank had crept into my mind.
"What's wrong with me?" I said aloud.
I had been fighting the realization for a while, but now I just had to
admit it to myself .
Whether I liked it or not, whether or not I had the memories of a man, I
had the body and mind of a woman.
"Jesus, I'm straight," I groaned, masking a secret sense of liberation.
I was a heterosexual woman and the object of my affection was myself, I
was in love with my male self! "A guess Narcissus was on to something,"
I thought as I went back to my masturbation.
_ _ _ _ _
The next day I went into work in my shortest miniskirt and my tightest
blouse. I had my hair as pert and pretty as I could get it, and had put
on my best face.
I walked up to Hank's door with the clipboard as usual, before I paused
to psyche myself up. "Huff, OK, huff, ok. You can do this Jenny," I
smoothed out my Skirt and unfastened a couple of more buttons on my
shirt and forced myself in. "I need some more signatures from you," I
said to Hank in my sexiest voice as I stood with my hip out in the
doorway.
"W- *cough* Well we'll just have to see to that," Hank replied with
obvious tenseness.
My heart pounded as I sashayed across the room rehearsing my sexy banter
in my head. I parked my rump on Hank's desk again and skootched close.
As I handed him the clipboard, I leaned over to give him a good view of
my cleavage. He swiped his hand at the board a couple of times as his
eyes locked on my breasts before he finally got a hold of it.
"Le-let's just, um, take a look at these documents shall we," he mumbled
with the cutest anxiety. As he tried to switch on the high-tech
clipboard he fumbled and dropped it under his desk. He tried to bend
down to pick it up but I intercepted him. As I straddled his lap my
skirt hiked up revealing my frilly pink panties.
"Just leave it," I said stroking his broad chest. "It can wait. Hank
looked back at me with a confused expression.
"Ah, Jenny? W-we probably shouldn't..."
"I think little Henry disagrees," I interrupted. "He's just about to
poke his head out of your pants," Hank looked at me with a confused
expression before lifting me up off his lap and taking me by the arm.
"Aw, shit!" I thought as he dragged me toward the door. "I've gotten
myself fired," It's funny the things that go through your head
sometimes. He reached down toward the knob and locked the door.
"Wha,mmmm...," I was cut off as he grabbed me by the shoulders and
tongue kissed me.
"I didn't think you liked me," he said surprised. "Honestly I thought
you were gay."
"I've changed my point of view," I cooed. We made our way to a dusty old
couch in the corner of his office where he sat me down. He took off his
shirt as I worked on his belt buckle. We were moving at a reckless pace
but I still took the time to admire his well sculpted body. "I see I
haven't gotten out of shape in my old age," I thought.
"Is this incest?" Hank asked.
"I don't know," I responded. "Let's just say it's not." His briefs came
off and I was face to face with little Henry, who wasn't as little as I
remembered. "Okay Jenny," I thought with butterflies in my stomach. "Now
or never."
"Ungghh," Hank moaned as I dove onto his dick. I was astounded how easy
it was converting, cocks turned me on so much. As I sloppily sucked Hank
off I managed to unbutton my blouse and get it off. I was now in a place
I never thought I'd be, wearing frilly pink lingerie giving oral sex to
a man. Once Hank was rock hard I laid back and pulled the crotch of my
panties aside to give him full access. He leaned forward and sank his
teeth hard into my ear just as he plunged his rod into me.
"UUnnnnaahhhh!" I screeched in an intense mix of pain and pleasure.
"Are you okay?" he inquired apprehensively. "Should we stop?"
"N-ng no," I answered. "J-just keep g-going ngg." As Hank continued
pumping the pain gradually began to ease so I could concentrate on the
pleasure. It was quite clear that he had learned a few things about
pleasing a woman. His humping grew faster and faster before he finally
pulled out and spewed his thick seed all over me. Hank rolled over onto
the floor huffing as I just stared at the ceiling, the smell of sex in
the air.
"I ah, huff, hope nobody, huff, heard that," he puffed.
I looked over at him, licked some jizz off my face and responded, "I
just hope that didn't count as my lunch break."
_ _ _ _ _
Kenny and I were laying on the living room floor playing with his legos
and Hank was sitting in his recliner when Nell came storming down the
stares. "Dad, what's her stuff doing in your room?" she demanded.
"Well honey," said Hank. "We've been meaning to talk with you kids about
this."
I got up and sat on Hanks lap saying "How would you kids like a new
mommy?"
Kenny jumped to his feet thrilled. "You-you mean Jenny's gonna be my
mommy?"
"That's right baby," I replied flashing my diamond ring.
"Yah!" he cried as he leapt into my arms. "I always wanted a mommy!"
Nell gave us the stink eye and dashed upstairs. "Maybe I should go talk
to her," said Hank.
"No, let me do it."
I found Nell pouting in her room. "Hey, what's the matter Nelly?" I
asked concerned.
"You're barley older than me!" she screamed. "If my mom was still around
Dad wouldn't look twice at a kid like you."
I sat next to her on her bed. "Look Nell, I'm not trying to replace your
mother, but your father and I have too much in common not to get
together. Hank and I are lonely and your little brother needs a mother.
He doesn't remember her like you do."
"B-but I..."
I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "I need someone
to help me pick out a dress, and you'll need something to wear too."
"Jenny?"
"Yeah, honey."
"I kind of thought you were gay."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?"
_ _ _ _ _
I looked myself over in the mirror as my heart tried to beat it's way
out of my chest. "Okay. Hair, check. hemline, check. Veil, check."
"Oh, you look just lovely Darling," Jean declared from the corner. "That
is just the pretties dress."
"Isn't it? Nell helped me pick it out," It was a simple yet elegant
ensemble. It had a plain bustier with an unadorned skirt, and a veil
attached to a headband. My shoes were strapless with a wide heel and my
pantyhose were so thin they were nearly invisible. The whole thing was
white, but had a faint air of golden color.
*Knock-knock*
"Come in" I answered.
Roger poked his head in the door. "We're just about ready for you out
here."
Jean rushed ahead while I grabbed my bouquet. Roger took me be the arm
and awaited my confirmation. "Huh... Okay let's go."
*Da-dum-da-dum da-dum-da-dum*
The music thundered through the room but all I could hear was the
pounding of my heart. As Roger and I marched in time with the music I
spied Hank, Kenny, and Nell up ahead. Kenny was as cute as could be in
his little tux and holding the ring cushion with the sense of duty of a
palace guard. Nell stood off to the side wearing the blue bridesmaid
dress we had decided on as well as a feigned expression of disinterest.
And finally there was Hank. He stood with his rarely seen clean shaven
face and almost unsuiting tuxedo. He stared slightly to one side in an
attempt to hide his nerves. Hank had done this before, so I can only
imagine how edgy I must have looked.
I stood in front of Hank looking up at his uneasy smile. As far as I was
concerned, less than a year ago I was a man, but now I was about to be
the young bride of an older me. It was strange, but I felt liberated no
longer fighting my feminine instincts.
"Do you," the reverend began. "Jennifer Knots take Henry, ah... Knots to
be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day
forward, for better or for worse, for richer and poorer, in sickness and
in health, till death do you part?"
"I-I do," I stammered slipping Hank's ring onto his finger.
"Do you Henry, take Jennifer to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have
and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer
and poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," said Hanks giving me my ring in return.
"Then by the power vested in me I now pronounce you man and wife, you
may kiss the bride."
Hank lifted my veil and wrapped his arms around my waist as I stood on
my toes, and we locked lips. We had kissed before, but not like this. It
was not based on lust or passion, but tenderness and love. It seemed
like hours before it was over but it was all too brief.
"Come on Honey," I said holding Hank tight. "Get my garter and let's get
out of here."
_ _ _ _ _
Hank rented us a bungalow on the beach for our honeymoon. "Home sweet
temporary home," said Hank as he carried me inside."
"Wow Love, it's beautiful," I responded taking scope. Hank laid me on
the bed where I kicked off my shoes and unfurled my skirt leaving me in
my bustier and stockings. "What's the holdup Babe, your belt buckle
stuck?"
He struggled to wriggle out of his pants as we made out. My nethers grew
warm as Hank's bulge became more apparent. We positioned ourselves in
sixty-nine and he began to probe my sex with his tongue, while I took
his testicles into my mouth and stimulated his shaft with my hands. I
came almost immediately as Hank clearly had experience with oral sex,
but he continued to lick through my juices.
A few moments later he raised his head, moaned, and shot a load onto my
neck and chest before I cleaned his dick with my mouth.
I pulled off my messed bustier and Hank put on a condom as we got to our
knees. He gently worked his penis into my ass and massaged my clit with
his fingers. "Ungggahh" I moaned as I squeezed my gooey tits and rocked
back and forth. Who knew getting your asshole fucked could feel that
good.
My fluids flowed over Hank's fingers as he orgasmed, I had came so many
times but neither of us were done yet. He rolled on a fresh condom and
we finally commenced vaginal intercourse. The two of us had sex every
opportunity we had but this was the best yet, who says sex suffers after
marriage? I was drowning in sweat as Hank continued to hammer my
womanhood with his rock hard tool until we both climaxed.
I wore his broad frame like a warm blanket, still lightly grinding my
hips into him. *Huff, Huff, Huff* "You've been exercising, haven't you?"
I asked.
"I wanted this to be a night to remember" he answered.
"Honey?"
"Yeah."
"I'm hungry."
_ _ _ _ _
I sauntered out onto the beach wearing my two-piece, yellow, thong
bikini and a gaped open sheer nightgown; I held a fresh cocktail in each
hand. "Here you go 'Hubby'," I said handing him a drink as he laid in
his hammock.
"Thanks Babe."
"Hey, what happen to that speedo I got for you?" I pouted noticing his
trunks.
"It was a little too... revealing," he responded.
"That's the idea," I flirted climbing into the hammock with him and
stroking his member. "You know, I've always wanted to have sex in one of
these things."
"Geeze woman, don't you ever get enough? I mean five times last night
and once more this morning in the shower..."
"Oh, I'm gonna drain your balls, but before I do, there's something I
want us to do," I whispered my idea in his ear.
"What! Are you sure? I mean is it even safe for us to..."
"I'm sure Honey."
"This is a big deal Babe, but if it's what you want... We'll do it."
"Thanks Sweetie," *SMOOCH*
_ _ _ _ _
Sometime later.
The lights shone in my eyes as they struggled to adjust. I was laying in
a hospital bed once again surrounded by my loved ones. Hank came up on
my right. "You almost nodded off there Honey," he said.
"I guess I'm just a little tired," I answered brushing my hair out of my
face.
"I'm glad we decided to do this." He leaned in and kissed me.
At my feet were Kenny and Nell. Kenny was just jumping up and down
excitedly. Nell looked down on me vainly trying to mask a smile. "You
did great Mom."
To my left were Roger, Jean, and Wanda. Jean stood back with tears in
her eyes and a grin you couldn't remove with dynamite. Wanda's usually
emotionless face actually had a hint a of happiness on it for a change,
and Roger moved close and stood directly over me. "Well you really did
it..." he said.
I looked down at the final member of the group, the newborn baby boy
fidgeting in my arms. "...the perfect clone."
The End
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