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My strange story
by Sylvia Wechsel
It all started with a new job! I was hired to work as a secretary in a
private bioengineering research lab. It was not usual to hire men for
this kind of job, but the days in which secretaries were exclusively
female were long in the past. I had been searching, without success,
for an employment since my undergrad course in economics was abandoned,
so working in a "female" job was the least of my problems.
My boss, a stunning blond bombshell, was a gorgeous woman and head of
the research department and my duties were, mostly, writing letters,
answering telephone calls, booking flights for her, so it was not that
hard after all. The first few weeks were, indeed, pretty boring, since
these tasks occupied less than 10% of my working time. Being a curious
person, I started looking for the researchers in the lab, to peek at
what was being researched there. When my boss learned about my lab
excursions, she was not mad at all, the only thing she required was
that I should get a vaccine shot, since they were working with viruses
and other potential threats.
The things started getting weird about three days after that shot. It
started in the office, at a Friday afternoon. I felt increasingly ill
and my temperature rose, I could feel it. My boss asked what was wrong
and I told I was probably getting a cold. She ordered me to go home and
have some rest, what I did. I barely managed to go to my newly rented
apartment, open the door, get some food and some aspirin and go to bed.
I woke up a few hours latter, feeling quite feverish. I had no
thermometer at home, but I could sense I was at least 39oC hot. I
thought that maybe I had something more severe than a cold, for
instance, Influenza A, but I still dismissed looking for a doctor. My
former experience told me that I would not find good medical help in
the night shift of hospitals, so I got a cold shower, more aspirin, and
went again to bed.
Next thing I remember was waking up in the middle of the night thirsty
and with a higher fever than I had before. I was probably 40oC at that
time. The illness was so intense that I was barely in shape to stand up
and get some water. My entire body was aching, but the pain in my pubic
area and in other areas, like my chest, was stronger. I examined my
genitals and noticed that the whole area was swollen, penis, scrotum
and testicles, the later had grown almost to the size of tennis balls.
I had to pee and doing so, I wet myself. Looking closer I noticed that
this was due to the fact that the orifice of my uretra was no more
located at the tip of my penis, but had moved about 1 cm towards the
lower part of the head. I was still able to think straight and I
remembered considering that probably I was getting mumps and not a
simple influenza. I, as most of the children of my generation, had been
immunized against mumps, but still it was possible to get some mutated
form of the virus. I was worried because of the possible implications
that mumps have for adult males, specially the fertility issues.
Nowadays, knowing what I know, I laugh about these worries. Still I was
feeling too ill to even think calling for help. I barely made to my bed
again and fainted.
After that I probably entered in a state of delirium. From this time on
I remember only short glimpses of what happened. My temperature rose
even more and I could not move in my bed. Any attempt to move caused an
awful pain throughout my body. I remembered talking loud, but I could
not tell what It was, I only remember that my voice heard funny, with a
higher pitch. Nobody was going to look after me, since my family lived
in the other side of the country and I was not quite used to have
friends, and when I realized that, I started panicking. The illness
continued hitting me at full strength and the pain went worse. In one
of the rare moments of sanity I noticed that I could not sit down. Any
attempt, even any trial to use the muscles in the lower part of my
body, caused an unbearable pain. I probed that area with my hand and
felt that my pelvic bones had a soft consistency, almost rubbery. With
great difficulty I touched my genitals again and found out that the
swelling decreased, but that my testicles, which had returned to the
usual size, as well as my penis, were almost engulfed by the
surrounding flesh. My scrotum was divided in two and the middle section
was buried deep in my body. The swelling on the chest, on the other
hand, continued growing. I had to pee again and, without being able to
stand up, I wet the bed. I felt that the urine jet, instead of coming
out from the tip of the penis, was being expelled from the orifice
almost in the base of the shaft. I was worried, in panic, but I fainted
before I could even try to get the telephone to call for help.
This whole time felt like an eternity. In the short periods of sanity I
started fearing that I would die. Later I discovered that it all took
only two days, but felt like a week. At least the pain in the pubic
area was decreasing and I could move in bed again. However, I was
starving, thirsty and too weak to stand up. Monday, in the middle of
the morning, I heard someone breaking my door. I was heavily in
delirium, but I remember my boss at my side giving orders to nurses to
move me to the lab. I could hardly think straight, but I remember
wondering why she was not bringing me to an hospital, instead of the
lab.
I woke up again in a sort of hospital bed, I was still quite ill, but I
was grateful of having been saved. I was receiving intravenous fluids
through an injection in my arm and felt that a catheter was inserted in
my urethra. The fever was still high, and I felt some unlocalized pain
in my guts, something like a nausea, and I was still too weak. Relieved
I slept again. Some time later I had another moment of sanity when
nurses were giving me a sort of sponge bath. I noticed, however, that
something strange was happening, they were shaving my body. I tried to
talk, asking why they were doing that, but no word came out of my
mouth.
Next day I woke up at the hospital bed. The injection was still in my
arm, but I felt that the catheter had been removed from my urethra.
There was someone sitting next to me and I noticed that it was my boss.
I was still too week to stand up, but I could at least sit. I looked
down and noticed that the swelling in the chest was still there, and
even bigger than I remembered before. It was not hurting anymore and I
probed that area with the hands. Only then I realized that it was not a
swelling at all, but that my mammary glands had grown and that I
possessed two small breasts. My boss, seeing this, said:
"Don't worry, they will grow to a normal size."
Surprised with that statement I asked what was going on. It was not
"my" voice anymore, it was a woman's voice instead. Her answer was:
"I'm sorry, we didn't think that the process would run so fast with
you."
"Which process?" I asked.
"You see, we did develop a new form of genetic therapy, to help women
which, for some reason, had lost one of their reproductive organs, like
the ovaries, the womb or the breasts."
"This therapy uses a recombinant virus and nanite technology, to
reconstruct the organs and even to improve the secondary female traits
of the organism, that shot you received was the therapy."
This looked like some explanations taken from a weird science fiction
novel, but as I could see with my own eyes, specially in my pubic area
were the once existing penis and testicles had been substituted by the
inner and outer labia and a clitoris, as well as the opening of a
vagina, this was no fiction. I was furious and asked why the hell would
they do that to me. That rage was ridiculous with my newly acquired
girl's voice. Her answer was simple:
"You know, we already knew that the therapy works fine with female
subjects, but we needed to know how it affects an originally male
subject, and that was the reason."
So, I was her guinea pig, I knew the job was too good to be true. I
wanted to beat her, but I was still too weak as a consequence of my
"illness". I carefully stood up and before I could react she approached
me from behind, saying:
"As you will see, this is not that bad, our females have a big
advantage over the conventional ones!"
And then she started kissing me in the back of my neck, caressing at
the same time my new clitoris through the hospital nightgown I was
wearing. I felt immediately aroused and any thought of stopping that
quickly disappeared from my mind. I felt a familiar sensation, just
like when I used to get an erection, and I felt that my clitoris
started to engorge. It started to grow, first to the size of a little
finger, but soon it was as big as an medium size penis. I could not
stop that. The flesh was much more sensitive than the one of my
previous penis and I quickly took out the nightgown and started
masturbating. I was feeling my new vagina getting wet and was
fascinated with that. My new "member" was a formless pink cylinder with
a hemispherical tip (and no orifice, of course), still today I refuse
to call that a "penis", and the feelings are much more intense in
comparison. I was concentrated on the pleasure and didn't notice that
my boss had quit the kissing and undressed herself. She came from
behind of me and, to my surprise, pressed her own "engorged clitoris"
against the opening of my new vagina. I could not react to that and
continued my masturbation. She then penetrated my vagina and the
excitation grew even more, until I reached my climax and had a
phenomenal orgasm. Unlike my previous male orgasms, this one was not
like the explosion of pleasure, but the sensation was quite good.
To shorten this story: at first I was mad at the situation, but that
sexual experience was a big temptation. With the time I learned to
appreciate my new gender, or whatever it is. Surely my newly formed
ovaries, pumping estrogen into my bloodstream, helped with this
accommodation. The size of my breast, as well as that of my butt, grew
even more in the following weeks as a consequence of the new hormones
and now I wear an extra large bra. I find also amazing the flexibility
I gained with my legs due to the reshaping of the pubic bones. The RNA
virus had only the function to rewrite my genetic code in the newly
formed organs and the nanites were used mainly to consume and reshape
my male genitals and to build the new female organs, as well as the of
my pubic bones (that was responsible for the unbearable pain I felt
during my "illness"). The biopsy of my new ovaries showed that they are
free from genetic defects and are fully functional, as I already
noticed during my first menstruation.
Today I enjoy what I have become. I still work as secretary to my boss
and I love wearing a skirt or a dress. I make love with other "special"
women, but I really like to have sex with men. As I told before, our
"engorged clits" are of the size of a medium size penis, so most men
have bigger ones. It is, however, difficult to find a man which does
not freak out as he sees "my member", most of them think I am some sort
of transvestite. I am considering now whether I should try to get
pregnant. My boss is encouraging me to go in that directions, surely
out of scientific curiosity, but I think I will still wait a little bit
more.
Another day she told me that they perfected the therapy and that they
believe now the reaction of a male body to it would be slower and not
as severe as in my case. She told me she needs a new test subject. I
have a date for tonight. I'll have a dinner with a handsome man I met
yesterday at the bus, maybe I call him for a coffee in the lab, after a
vaccine shot, of course.
THE END
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