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WARNING ... this story is of a adult nature and has a scene of RAPE in it. This scene is not to glorify this disgusting act and in no way condones such a deed, which by its very nature makes the perpetrator a very sick individual indeed, and if anyone it thinking of committing it I recommend they get immediate help from a qualified medical person. Having said that, it is included in this story because it was just something I had to get out of my system, the character in the story does get over it (sorry for the spoiler) but believe me in real life you never do get over it. This story also took a little darker turn with it than I had intended but I promise to try and make any other storys lighter in the future, I like them to make me laugh instead of cry, and this one made me cry everytime I read and rewote it. On a more personal note I do think the law is an ass and all rapists should be castrated, in fact all genitalia should be removed and rapist tattooed on their forehead, but that's just me. Changed. By Clare Talton. Chapter 1. First let me tell you a little about myself, I am, well was a forty three year old man, my name was John Smith. But that's not really important any more, for I am no longer that person. I was an ordinary man, I lived alone, and I was financially well off having inherited the wealth from my parents when they were killed in a car crash. Although I didn't need to work, I had a job which paid very well, but the earnings of which, I didn't really need. So over the years I had just them dumped into a draw at home, and now amounted up to about one hundred thousand pounds, yes I had a big draw of money at home, but it wasn't all you would think it would be like, for to me it was just beer money. The work though, I found interesting, it involved the clean-up of chemical and bio-hazard spills, and it was really more like a well paid hobby, hmm I hear you say, well it was interesting with all the chemicals, their types and uses, and hey, I could make a pretty big bomb with just the stuff you have under your kitchen sink so don't knock it. Besides it took me all over the country, so it was a bit like being paid to travel far and wide. In my youth, I had had a bad experience with a woman, she was a slutty little tart, well most women are aren't they, I didn't know that at the time so I called her my girlfriend and I was deeply in love with her. That was until I found that not only did she like sex with me, she also liked having sex with most of my mates behind my back, like I said, a slutty little tart. As a result I became a bit of a loner; I had been made a fool of by my so called friends, and found out that women were just sluts and after that I found that I no longer trusted anyone. Now I tended to use women like she had used me, I became self centred, I didn't care about anyone else but myself, that way I couldn't be betrayed again and women after all, were only good for fucking. Married or girls with boyfriends were my favourite choice of women, they tended not to come back to pester me after I had fucked them, and they were usually sexually clean. As for contraception, well it was their bodies so their problem, fuck'em and dump'em was my attitude, and hey, if the little tarts got knocked up, well they could claim it to be their partners after all. I wasn't a bad person although it might sound that way, life to me was now just the bit between being born and dying, and not being suicidal I just made the best of things and looked after the important things on the journey which was, after all, me. My whole attitude towards women were really just a way to protect myself emotionally, because just because we guys don't show our emotions, we sure as hell feel them, and to be honest, I still hurt from that betrayal from all those years ago. I was strictly a straight heterosexual, no interest in men, in fact the thought of two men together made me feel physically sick, but don't get me wrong, I wasn't homophobic or anything like that, it just seemed wrong on so many levels, two girls, yes I like that thought but two guys.... No. I drank with a couple of gay guys, who I classed as some of the few friends I now had, I was OK if they didn't start kissing and hugging, if they did I would just look elsewhere until they had finished. At times I was sure they would just do it for a laugh, they were great guys always messing but had never tried it on with me, but suspected that given the chance, they would like to take turns at my ass. They did flirt with me now and again but in a way that I knew they were just winding me up, or were testing the water, but either way, nothing was ever going to happen. The only interest I had in women was to fuck them, I avoided relationships because I always felt I would get hurt, I had never cross dressed and truly thought that was for puffs. But if I was honest, I had wondered now and again what it must be like to have a woman's body, even for a day, but that was usually as I watched some slut work a guy in a bar. Anyway, back to my, em, shall we say, change of life style. The weekend had been good, I had picked up a tart in my local bar; she was a brunette, very pretty with a hot little body, and probably half my age. Anyway, she had had an argument with her boyfriend, so I knew she was vulnerable and I really did want to get my hole. I had managed to get her back to my place, and then seduced her in the sitting room. Once I managed to start kissing her I knew she was mine, as I was very good with my lips and knew the erogenous zones. I kissed her around the ears and neck, and it was only when I could see her nipples becoming erect under her blouse that I made my move. As I slid my hands up under her blouse and rubbed around her breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples, I noted she was getting hot, and starting to give out little moans which I found very satisfying. I managed to undo her blouse and bra and took her nipples into my mouth; the sweet scent of her skin filling my nostrils was divine. When her nipples were fully erect and she was panting, it was only then I made my move, slowly I slid my hand up her thigh under her skirt, and then rubbed around her pubic mound and her vaginal lips through her panties. When I did this, she moved her legs apart, it was then I pulled her panties to one side and slid my finger into her very wet pussy. She gasped and made a half hearted attempt to push my hand away, but it was too late, her will power had almost gone and I knew I was in. I undid my trousers and slid them down, my cock was sore as it was so hard and I desperately needed to feel it in her wet little cunny hole. I moved into position and rubbed the end of my cock on her clit, then slid my shaft up and down her slit stimulating her more, when I did this she again let out a little moan of pleasure. Feeling her softness and warmth on my cock and bell end was perfect. She asked, "Do you have something to put on?" "No," I replied, "I wasn't expecting anything to happen tonight." This was of course, a lie, for I hated condoms, they took the feel away from my cock and constricted me when I came. It was reckless I know but I had been lucky, only getting an STD once, hey the advantage of married women. As she thought for a moment, I let the shaft of my cock rub up hard against her clit. She gasped then said, "Promise you won't come inside me." To which I replied, "I promise," which was of course another lie, this little bitch was going to get the whole lot of my cum in her belly. Then with one swift movement, before she could change he mind, I slid my cock into her. The fabric of her panties rubbing me down the side of my dick as it slid into the warm softness added to the feeling, and believe me, she was good and wet. I could feel the warm velvety softness of her tight little pussy hole down my shaft, she gasped and as I pushed it into her she rolled her head back letting out a sigh like groan. I started to pound her as hard as I could, making sure to grind against her clit with each stroke, she was wriggling about with her lovely tits jiggling up and down as I fucked her hard, her hands holding on to me gripping tightly with her nails biting into me. It was when I saw she was ready that I let it go, she had just started her orgasm and let out a cry of ecstasy when I came, I pushed hard against her, grinding her clit and squirted my spunk right into the top of her wet tight hole as it gripped my cock. God I was full, my balls were tight and my cock like a rod of steel, I could feel the release as spurt after spurt flowed up my shaft right into the top of her tight little cunt. As I let out a cry, she looked up and her eyes widened. She tried to wiggle me out of her but it was too late. "Fuck, you pig, you promised not to do that," she spat the words at me. "Sorry babe, I couldn't help myself," I lied back, "you were just too hot and your pussy was nice and tight." "I'm not on the pill you prick, what's my boyfriend going to say, fuck, fuck," she carried on. "Look, I'm sorry it was an accident, you'll just have to get the morning after pill." I made big, I'm sorry puppy eyes as I spoke, "you can clean up in the bath room, he'll never know." As she disappeared into the bathroom to clean up, I sat back in the sofa and kicked my pants off from my ankles, a big grin spread across my face, another little pussy creamed, I thought to myself in satisfaction. She was back in a few minutes and started to put her clothes on, "hey, aren't you going to clean me", I said pointing at my cock. "Fuck you, I've got to go," was her pissed off reply. "Aww go on babe just a quick suck, I promise not to take long." She looked at me in a way that made me decide not to wind her up any more, I could have done with a blow job though, and that would have finished the night off perfectly. Instead I just shrugged, showed her out and she was gone. As I went to bed I was thinking, "my sack is nice and empty, but she did have a nice hot little body and lovely tight cunt, her boyfriend can't be giving her much though, which is his loss as she is a great little fuck, I wonder if he knows he is going out with a little slut." Then I thought, "damn I don't even remember her name," as I went to sleep. The next Monday; I had been called to an accident in a research facility, mostly harmless stuff I was told, nothing that would affect me anyway. There had been a small explosion in a lab which was involved in experimental genetic research. The incident had been contained within the room, and the chemicals being used were special solvents, used to unzip DNA, chromosomes and other genetic material, accelerators to speed the processes up, and 'zippers' to put them back together in the desired order, a small technetium-99m radiation generator had been running at the time, it was used to alter the properties of the treatments, but it was inactive now and only background radiation was detected at normal levels. The site was classed "relatively safe", so only the basic chemical suits were required. All was going well until I slipped on some goo. I fell onto the generator, ripped my suit open cutting my thigh, then I fell into the soup of "stuff" on the floor, I could feel it stinging as it poured on to my open wound. I banged my head on the control panel of the generator, and, although not sure, I thought I saw a flash from the generator emitter. That was the end of that job for me, protocol swung in and I was straight out into the isolation unit, stripped and showered. A medic checked me over and I was sent to the hospital for some stitches, a head check and blood samples which came back clean, so off home I went with the rest of the week off for some rest. It was the evening when I started to feel not so good, I went to bed early to try to get some sleep but only managed a restless night. The next day wasn't much better, I felt sweaty and a bit woozy, this with an ache in my bones, left me in bed for most of the day, I only got up to go to the toilet and spent most of it sleeping. That night I was in a bad way, I tried to get to the phone for help but found I didn't even have enough energy to get out of bed. I lay in the darkness drifting in and out of consciousness. I was burning up, I had removed the covers earlier and was completely naked, but it hadn't made any difference. My bones now had a deep ache in them, my pelvis and scull being the worst, my pelvis felt like it was cracking open with my hips moving out of line and my scull felt like it was being squeezed, like it was being crushed inward along with my face, and I'm sure I could hear it creaking along with the rest of my bones and joints. My skin felt like it was stiffening, becoming hard like a shell but also sticky, like it was oozing, it also felt like it was coming away from my body and it had a prickly, tingling kind of feel to it, the intensity over my scalp felt like ants were having a party on it. I could feel a weight on my chest like it was being pressed down with my ribs pushing in, it was slight at first, but gradually got heavier, almost like someone had their hands on my chest pushing it in, but this only hurt slightly at least and thankfully it eventually slowed and stopped, the weight remained, but it wasn't too heavy and didn't stop me breathing as I had originally thought it was going to. The worst was my genitals, my balls and cock were aching so much I wanted to scream, I could feel them moving but it was like they were being torn apart, like my balls were being squeezed into my body, and my cock ripped in half, but shortly, eventually, the pain stopped. I had tried to cry out but I found my voice had gone, and I found that now I was also completely paralysed, my skin had become solid and no longer felt like part of me, and believe me, I was now very scared. The pain in the bottom of my abdomen was unreal, it felt like something was moving around, allot like severe trapped wind, you know, the type that will bring you to your knees, except a hundred times worse, it also felt like my internal organs were rearranging, or something was moving about, or as my imagination was freaking out I had visions of the scene from Alien, where the little alien ripped out of John Hurt. At one point I actually felt like my body was melting, like my flesh had come off, had turned to soup and was sloping about. The pain was just incredible, I didn't even know how a human body could stand it, I can only describe it, like it must have been what being burned alive must feel like, except it was inside of me like my very bones and flesh was ablaze in never-ending searing pain, until eventually, thankfully I passed out. It was late the morning when I finally came to. The sun was shining through the window, lighting the room through the curtains. I moved my eyes to my clock and saw that I had actually been unconscious for three whole days, fuck I must have been in a bad way. I still felt a little groggy, but allot better than I did, the pain had completely gone, so with some relief I decided that I wasn't dying after all. But as I lay in my bed I did feel a little strange, well different, like something wasn't quite right, but I thought it was just the bump on the head and/or maybe the fever type bug thing that I had decided had caused the hallucinations and unconscious. That was until I moved. As I turned my head, fine red hair fell across my face, I knew it wasn't mine as I had short cropped brown hair, but still groggy I didn't think much about it and moved my hand to brush it away. A small dainty hand with slender tapered fingers came into view. I stared at it. I noted it had small long nails and smooth skin, and its fingers moved when I moved mine. I was now suddenly, very wide awake. "What the fuck!!!!" I exclaimed. I heard a voice that was coming from my throat but it wasn't my voice, it had a much smoother, higher pitch, it was definitely a woman's voice. I cleared my throat and said, "Hello," but the voice was the same. I quickly sat up only to have a flash of disorientation flow through me. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and sat there. When the dizziness had passed I was aware of a weight and movement on my chest. I looked down only to be greeted with the sight of what I must say was a nice pair of tits, small tits but still nice. "Fuck me," I said, and again the voice rang out. I immediately reached down for my cock but along with my balls, it had vanished, all I was greeted with was a patch of soft pubic hair. My mind was reeling. "What the fuck is going on?" I thought to myself. I looked down at my body and saw that now as well with the breasts, my stomach was now flat and firm, and there was nothing between my legs, which gave me that sickly falling feeling in my stomach, and I could feel the blood drain from my face. My dick was my life and it was gone and I now also had tits, they were nice tits, but they were still tits which shouldn't be there. My legs were now long and smooth, and led down to small dainty feet which had short toes with bright nails. The hands which I had already seen were on slender smooth arms, and there was fine red hair which came from my scalp, and hung over my shoulders down to at least the nipples on my new tits. Hesitantly I opened my legs and peered down, as I leant forward, I could just make out a pubic mound, which had the top of a slit just under some fine red pubic hair. "Fuck me," I exclaimed quietly to myself, "I have a cunt!!!!" I stood up, noticing I seemed to slip off the bed rather than getting up, my hips where now bigger than my waist, whereas before it was the other way around, but luckily it was because my waist was thinner. "This must be a dream, no a fucking nightmare," I was thinking, "there's no fucking way I've turned into a God damn fucking woman, that's fucking impossible," I pinched my arm with the nails on the woman's hand, "shit," I said, it hurt, not a dream, "fuck," I muttered and decided I must check it out. I made my way to the bathroom to have a look at myself in the mirror. When I went to walk though, I found that I was unsteady, I felt a weakness in my body that wasn't there before, and my legs and hips moved slightly differently than I was used to, not much, but enough to make me stumble. I straightened up and managed to make my way to the bathroom. My new breasts were jiggling as I walked, and I had to stand differently to allow for the extra weight, but they did feel, well sort of nice. I got to the bathroom, turned on the light missing the switch at first, as somehow it seemed higher, no I thought, I must be shorter, and then I turned to face the mirror. I gasped, for what looked back was a very pretty little hottie, she was I guessed around the age of twenty. She moved when I moved, her face was different but strangely I could see me in it, you know, like when you peer at yourself in a mirror and you see your face, then after a bit if you really look at the details, it seems like it's not your face but you know it is, well it was like that now, except it was obvious she was me but my brain was still struggling. She, I mean, I, now had smooth lightly tanned, flawless skin, with fine red hair which hung down to the middle of my back. "Red hair, how the fuck have I got long red hair?" I found my self thinking, forgetting the more obvious question of how the fuck I had turned into a God damn woman. I also now had large expressive dark green eyes, full red lips, which, when I smiled produced cute dimples on my cheeks. I opened my mouth and the teeth were perfectly straight, unlike mine before, and there were no fillings either. There was a light sprinkle of freckles on my slightly pink cheeks which ran up over a small button nose; they were also on the top of my back, chest and arms. I now had a petite figure with a good shape, and that lovely pair of pert pear shaped breasts, the large nipples had areola which were about two inches across, and were a light brown in colour. I was now I estimated five foot four inches tall. This meant I had lost about eight inches in height, which explained the errors in judgement. I had a narrow waist which widened out to my hips, a flat stomach which I have to say was a definite improvement, a smooth high rounded bottom, which had dimples, one each side at the top at the base of my back, which was strong and well shaped. My legs now had smooth toned thighs, the cut and stitches had gone. The rest of my legs were sculptured and smooth, and ended with small dainty feet. I now had slender toned arms which ran down to small delicate hands. I found I was now turning myself on as I gazed at myself, but instead of getting a nice stiff hard erection, I was aware of a fuzzy warm feeling in my lower abdomen, and my nipples were also getting erect like two little treats waiting for me to suck on, not a model type look, it was better, it was that hot sweet girl next door look. The sight of, just made me more horny, or wet, or whatever the fuck women felt, anyway I just stood there and thought. "God, if I still had my dick, I'd love to fuck the living daylights out of you." Now feeling aroused I made my way back to my bed and sat down. The strange feelings that were flowing through me were hard to get my head around. Part of me was wondering what had happened, how had it happened, what was I going to do, how do I get back as there was no fucking way I was going to be a chick. The other half however was enjoying the feelings of this new body, it felt similar to mine but with some differences. Some were slight like the way my skin felt, and my joints seemed slightly different, the hips being the most making me walk differently, I now had a slight sway to my bum when I walked. Some differences were big, my height which wasn't a big deal, I just had to remember to reach up more, and of course, having breasts was very different, I loved the way they jiggled and the way they felt, but by far the biggest difference was no longer having my cock. My cock and my balls were the most important thing on my body, the organ that made a man a man, the essence of manhood you could say, it was part of my consciousness which I was always aware of, and now it was gone, I no long felt complete, and this gave me a terror you couldn't believe. The feeling between my legs was very strange; it felt empty with no penis or testacies, there was just a gap, a void between my legs, and when I slid my hand over where they used to be, all there was... there was... was a smooth vaginal mound with the lips forming a crack between them, it was nice but scaringly very different and frightening. But, I found the feelings of what I think was the female equivalent of arousal were intense, they were like nothing I had ever felt as a man, then the arousal was more in the shaft of my penis, combined with an intense desire to ejaculate, ideally into a nice warm cunt. But now I found it more in my body, I had a warm sense of strangeness in my new vagina, and I could feel dampness between its lips which knew I would have to investigate. My mind was reeling in a state of almost terror as it tried in vain to rationalise what had happened, but at the same time, I found it had an unsatisfied sense of curiosity. My breasts were more sensitive too, with my nipples becoming very erect and tingly; also I noted my heart was beating faster, all of which was intensified as I squeezed my legs together to try to ease the alien sensations emanating from between them. I decided to explore myself more, although this was probably more just an excuse to feel myself up, if the truth be known. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on my knees, then slowly slid them up the inside of my thighs to my groin, until I could feel my pubic hair brushing against them, I was resisting the temptation of just fingering myself, as I still slightly felt like this was all bad dream. So I took it slowly, part of me was sure I would find my cock, and also it was a bit like I was seducing myself. I slowly moved my hand across my pubic hair, and breathing slightly deeper when I still didn't feel my cock, I parted my legs and cupped my hand over my vaginal mound, slowly, I then slid my middle finger between the lips and to my vaginal opening. Already I could feel the arousal getting stronger within me, I found this strange feeling slightly scary, but, Oh so delightful. My vagina was starting to become quite wet, I could actually feel the moistness increasing as the feelings built up. I opened my eyes again and moved my finger up to my now erect clitoris, the soft folds of flesh felt slippery with the juices I was now producing, and their sweet smell was filling my nostrils. Remembering all those sweet little pussy's I had fingered, I slowly started to rub my finger around my hard bud, and shivers ran through me which made me catch my breath. It was a wonderful intense feeling, which caused me to shift my position and opened my legs more so I could massage myself better. I used two more fingers to manipulate my vaginal lips to increase the sensations. With my left hand I felt, and then started to rub my breasts. First one and then the other, they were soft and smooth under my hands, but the feel from them themselves was indeed wonderful. I licked my finger and ran the moisture over one of my nipples, it felt electric, it was then I pinched the nipple between my index finger and my thumb, the result nearly made me cum. It was amazing the sensations and feelings; already it had surpassed anything I had ever felt as a man and I was still only touching myself up. As the sensations increased in my clitoris, my breathing became heavy, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, my skin felt flush as the feelings and sensations swept over me in waves. Tension was building up and I knew I wouldn't be able to control it, and suddenly I climaxed. I couldn't breath as my body convulsed as a massive orgasm swept through it, I tried to cry out as the tensions relieved themselves, but found that I couldn't even let out a squeak, I could feel my vagina clenching hard as my muscles contracted, and a second wave of pleasure swept through my shaking female form. Then, I was released. I fell back on the bed trembling with the unexpected power of the female orgasm. Sweat was running over my glowing skin, and all I could manage to say was a surprised, "fuck me". I lay there on the bed, with a wonderful warm feeling in my heart for about twenty minutes. I lay just mentally sensing and enjoying the feelings and shape of my new body and contemplating what I should do next. Realisation suddenly struck me like a train. My mind was again racing and I was thinking, "What the fuck am I doing? I'm a fucking woman, fuck, fuck." I felt like I had been seduced by the body I now wore, I was in a rage, I had been robbed of me, I wanted my body back, I wanted my cock and balls between my legs, my smelly armpits and beer belly, it wasn't great my body, but it was mine, this weak pathetic tarts body would be no fucking good to me. I jumped up and turned on the light, my breasts were wobbling and jiggling once again as I crossed the room. "Jesus god damn fucking things, wont they just fucking stay still," I thought to myself, and had to hold them in my hands against my chest to stop them bouncing about. When I turned back to the bed I could make out something on it, as I looked closer I nearly heaved, for on it, at the other side where I slept was, well it can only be really described as stuff. There was a load of what looked like skin, body hair also greasy fatty stuff and general body 'left over's.' It was in the shape like a collapsed cocoon in the silhouette of a person, but was squished down on one side where I had obviously rolled out of it in my sleep; there was even what looked like fillings on the pillow. Well that explained why my skin felt all hard and sticky I thought as I quickly grabbed the sheet up and put it in a black bin bag. All the other blankets and sheets were soaked in the stuff too, so in they went as well. Now the bloody thing was too heavy for me to lift. "God damn fucking pathetic woman's body," I thought to myself as I almost went insane with what was happening, and so I tied it and left it where it lay. I needed clothes, I went through my closet and draws but nothing fit me, it was all too big now, all I could do was wear a shirt but it was far too big and I had to tie a knot in it. I found some panties in a draw of trophies, Yes, OK I know it's sad, but they were left and I just never got around to throwing them out, and I suppose, fittingly enough, these panties had belonged to a little redhead I had nailed a few years ago, (from one redhead to another redhead as I now was), she had gone berserk when I had dumped my load into her, screaming the usual shit about she wasn't on the pill etc and had stormed out crying without even stopping to put her panties back on, I saw her a year later pushing a pram and had always wondered.... but never asked as I sure as hell didn't want to get into all that paying maintenance crap, anyway I must of dumped my load into over a thousand women over the years so I suppose there must of been a few babies with my name on them by now. Anyway, disappointingly none of the bras fitted, I found one that was close and after five minutes of trying to get it on, I found it was just too small, my tits oozed out the edges and it hurt. I gave the panties a quick wash, and they dried quickly enough. I have to say they felt nice against my skin and fit well, giving a nice smooth appearance to my pubic mound, although the lack of a bulge was obvious, I did get a thrill as I pulled them up my legs, with the silkiness of the fabric rubbing against me, but I managed to concentrate though, and was soon back to business. First I needed something to eat, so I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I found I now needed to stand on a chair to get to the top cupboard, as the sandwich fillings were now all out of reach. I broke two mugs as I now had to hold things harder and my hands didn't reach around them as easily, and all the nice stuff in the fridge now looked fattening, God, now why did I think that? I took my sandwich and another cup of coffee and logged on to the net. First, an e-mail to the office saying I was going to take some time off because of the accident and I was shaken, blah, blah blah. Secondly, download the report from the clean-up, what happened etc. Thirdly, what did the lab do and what the hell was technetium-99m radiation. The clean-up report didn't give me much, only that it was flagged green, meaning it had been completed. Unfortunately it also meant all the materials recovered had been incinerated. "Bollocks" I thought, that meant there was no chance of getting a sample of the stuff I was exposed to. At the foot note was a comment that after I fell against the generator, I had knocked it on, it had overloaded in a second, but first it had sent out a burst of radiation which had spiked off the scale on the monitoring sensors before burning out, and now the unit was inactive. The report also stated that as we were wearing the special chemical suits at the time, and as the other lad had come up negative when tested, and there were no other readings in the room it was considered that we were OK. It didn't take into account though, that my suit had a bloody great big rip down the side. I found out the lab was involved in genetic regeneration research. Basically it was trying to manipulate genetic material, to remove cancer cells and then replace them with healthy ones. "Very bloody noble," I was thinking, "but what the fuck can it do for me now." Yes I know what you're thinking, yes it was a selfish attitude, but remember, I was in a crisis, my body had been mutilated and I was panicking here. As it was doing it's testing on breast cancer, it had, and was, using female genetic material as well as butterflies. "Butterflies," I thought. "Fucking butterflies, what the fuck were they thinking." Apparently though, they were using the butterflies' ability to rebuild its self from a caterpillar by creating a chrysalis, which I suppose explained the stuff on the bed, Christ I could have ended up with a pair of fucking wings or a fly head (I really have to stop watching Sci-Fi). Technetium-99m radiation was just a by product of power production, and was now being used for medical research, which was absolutely no help to me. "Fuck it," I said out loud. Well that summed it up for me, I was completely fucked!!! All the chemicals, and genetic material that could have been analysed had gone, the boys in the lab hadn't a clue what they were doing. The greatest noble bloody prize discovery of all time that had been created by accidentally tipping a load of stuff on the floor and then zapping it with radiation, this which had then treated my male genetic material as a cancer and had then overwritten my DNA with female genetic material using a pattern it made up from the samples it was of. I suppose I was lucky the samples must have been from pretty women, which gave me this hot pretty body, which still didn't make up for it by the way. Anyway, finally, it got its self incinerated and I was up shit creek. If I went in now, I would be either locked up in a mental institute, prison, or used as a scientific guinea pig. And believe me; none of these was going to happen. I was depressed; I would be stuck in this hot, but useless little fucking female body for the rest of my life. "Right then," I thought, "first a piss, then get pissed." I made my way into the bath room and stood before the toilet. As I eyed up the bowl I thought, "Well, here we go", and with a sigh I sat down. No I didn't stand and reach for my cock like the old clich?, as believe me, you know when it's gone and you have a hole instead. The first thing I noted was that now, I didn't have to tuck my cock down so I leant back a bit so, err, well, so I could see what was happening, and let it go, it took only a moment for the right muscles to relax and then out it came, a golden stream, not straight down as I had thought, but slightly angled down out the front, and as I was sitting near the front of the bowl, it hit off the rim and sprayed back at me. "Jesus fucking Christ", I shouted, my now sweet, sweet voice filling the room. I quickly clenched to stop the flow at least that was the same, well similar; I guessed I no longer have my prostate either. I then closed my legs together and shuffled back on the seat like I had seen girls do, and now I knew why, I then lent to angle it down, and when I released it again I heard the satisfying sound of pee on water. The sensation was different, instead of feeling the piss flowing down the length of my penis; it just came out a little hole just below my clitoris, now that I did find a bit weird. When I finished I found I had to dab the drips off with paper to dry myself, which was a pain in the arse and allot different than just giving it a shake. After that I decided to have a shower to remove the pee which was on my legs and belly and anything else that might be left on me of the "stuff" from the bed. The shower was just fantastic, the feeling of the water on my body, my hands as they slid over my skin all slippery and soapy, my nipples were erect within seconds, God, female skin is sensitive. I was in ecstasy as I washed down between my legs, the sensations coming from my vagina as I rubbed between its soapy lips was just divine. My clitoris was like a large nut it was so hard, I rubbed around and around until I came, my legs shaking with the orgasm as it shot around my body, until finally curiosity got the better of me, I had to see what it was like to have a finger inside of my pussy. I crouched down in the shower and rubbed around my pussy again, then slowly and very carefully I slipped the tip of one of my fingers into myself, it was a very weird feeling indeed. I couldn't even begin to imagine what this could be like when I was a man. Slowly I pushed it in to my knuckle, it was amazing. I could feel the wet softness of a nice juicy pussy gripping my finger, which I was well used to, but at the same time I could feel a strange movement inside me in a place that hadn't been there before, it moved when I moved my finger, and when I felt my internal muscles tighten, I could feel them clenching on my finger. I felt a little afraid of the feelings, so I pulled out my finger and decided it would be best if I left the inside bit for now, I didn't want to hurt it after all. It took nearly another hour before I got out of the shower. I could hardly stand when I finally finished showering. It was amazing, it took only a very short time for this female body to recharge after it came, I had managed five climaxes in that time, my male body had taken nearly an hour after only one, but then it was forty odd. I dried myself down, still marvelling at the feelings of this body, then I dried my hair, I had to use the towel as I didn't own a hair-dryer. As I didn't have a brush either, I now looked like I had been pulled through a hedge; my hair was all fluffed up and in knots. "Christ doesn't it ever end?" I was muttering to myself, as finally I sat down on the settee with a bottle of Jack Daniels finest whisky, it was my favourite tipple and this bottle was going down. I must have made a strange sight, sexy bare legs with a pair of red panties just sticking out from a man's black shirt with a knot tied in the front. A pretty but sad face, and now a frizz of red hair stuck out from my head, and down over my shoulders, God I was pissed off. The whisky was good though, at least my taste buds hadn't changed, although it did feel a little hotter, I contemplated the day, it was obvious now. The pain in my bones was me changing shape, shrinking, with my child baring hips forming, and that thought sent a shudder down me. I didn't need to see them but I just knew I would have ovaries, womb, and all the other internal bits, which meant I could become pregnant. "I'll be damned if I would ever let a guy even touch me," I was thinking. The heat was my body liquefying and rearranging, and what couldn't be used was left as goo on my bed. That meant that even if I found away to get the correct mix of chemicals, there wouldn't be enough of me to turn back, as I must of lost about seven or eight stone in the initial change. I would either be changed back and be very small, or not all of me would be reformed to which my horrible death would probably occur. I started to drink my Jack Daniels in earnest. I had managed only about a third of the bottle when I felt drunk, it just wasn't fair. As a guy I could drink a bottle and a half on a good night, my record being two. And here I was, on a crappy little woman's amount, in a crappy little woman's body and I was pissed. I gave up and went to bed, but not the one that was still wet with the 'stuff'. I had a spare room which was never used, so I went in there instead. I pulled all the crap that was on the bed on to the floor and lay down. I was only a moment and the room was spinning, first around then the up an over bit. I leapt from the bed and ran, well more wobbled into the bath room; I knelt on the floor and chucked up. I managed to get it all in the toilet bowl but, when I looked through my watering eyes, so had my hair. It was draped down in the bowl to the water and had vomit all over it, I immediately sat up to get it out of the water but when I did it flopped back against my chest with a soggy sound, I could now feel the vomit and cold toilet water soaking onto my tits through the shirt I wore. That was the final straw and I gave up. For the first time in over twenty two years (which was when my parents were killed) I cried, I knelt, sitting on my heels on the floor of my bathroom and cried my heart out, I had never felt so alone, I had first been robbed of my body and since then everything was just going wrong. Eventually, I just lay down on the floor and cried myself to sleep. Chapter 2. It was early in the morning when I finally woke; I was cold, stiff, and smelly with a hangover like you wouldn't believe. I thought that unfortunately hangovers seemed to be the same if now even a little worse. I again chanced the shower, but the hangover seemed to help stop my body feeling aroused again. Even so I did feel stirrings in myself as I washed, but managed to control them, and anyway it was my hair that needed a wash and it didn't feel sexy at all. I finished in the shower and this time only patted my hair to get the worst of the water off. It seemed to work a bit better, but I really needed to brush it to remove the knots. Eventually I found a comb in another 'bits of stuff' draw, and eventually my hair didn't look too bad, although it did now have the "wet" look about it. I dressed in another shirt, and another pair of panties from the trophy draw. These where a bit skimpy, they where pink with a bunny's head on the front, I remembered their owner, she was a twenty five year old blonde with small tit's and a shaved pussy, she had a good body and as she also loved the taste of cum, just loved giving head. She must of sucked my balls dry for over a fortnight to a degree that they actually hurt, in fact she gave me more head than I managed to have sex with her although I wasn't complaining, but she was a bit too lively and giggly which was really annoying and so eventually it all came to an end, I still got the odd blowjob off her after we went our separate ways though. I also found that my pubic hair stuck out a little around the edges of her panties, but what the hell, I was alone. I made some breakfast; it was just cereal and a mug of coffee, as I still didn't feel too good after last night. I was still annoyed at this new body I had, as it seemed to prevent me doing the things I enjoyed most, i.e. drinking and shagging birds. And I still had no idea as to what on earth I was going to do. My food cupboards were nearly empty as I hadn't yet done any grocery shopping this week. I knew I couldn't go out looking like this, and I had no clothes that fitted me anyway. Once again I felt depression closing in on me. I tidied up around the house for a bit, then watched some television, I even started doing some exercise workouts following the presenters on the television as now although I was now weaker, I felt full of energy which left me feeling great, but even so, all the time I was conscious of my body. My breasts were the most distracting, as they jiggled and wobbled about every time I did something, and even hung down in the way when I would pick something up. They hurt after a while when I was doing the workouts with the bouncing up and down, how women coped with them was beyond me, but unfortunately, I knew I was going to find out. My hair I had to eventually tie back into a pony tail with an elastic band as it kept falling in front of my face. I was going to cut it off but decided I would try to sort out what I was going to do first. I found that I did miss my dick, especially when I went to the loo, which I seemed to have now mastered, or mistressed depending how you looked at it. I once again inspected myself in the mirror, I did like the new look of me I thought, and to be honest a big cock just wouldn't of looked right under those panties. The more I looked at me, the more I liked my look, which was a bit worrying, as was it me, or was it my body which was controlling me, was it my still very male mind ogling the horny looking little bitch it looked at, or was it my female body being satisfied with its shape and curves. It was all still very weird. In the afternoon I did a load of research on the net. There was a surprising amount of gender swapping and changing stories, one site I found called Fictionmania had thousands, sadly though, none with any practical information on how to get me back. I found I could do on-line grocery shopping and get it delivered from a local store which was great, so I ordered my grocery's from there. I had now decided that I would need clothes for now, until I found if I could turn back or not, so I joined an on-line catalogue. Bugger me; I had no idea how many types of clothes women had access to. The sizing thing was also very complicated and didn't seem to make any sense, like what the hell is size 10???? I needed inches, when I buy pants I measure my waist, easy peazy, but no not now, I'm meant to be a size what???? Eventually I managed to find a chart on a site, which gave me the basics, I even managed to measure my own tits which was very satisfying, but sadly I was only a "C" cup, oh well, a bit bigger would of been good as I liked big tit's on a woman but then, I liked them on other women rather than me as I was a man, well was a man, but now they would only get in the way more than the little titties I now had, but there was nothing I could do about that. I got the size of panties from the ones from the draw, so that was easy and anyway, I could always send them back if they didn't fit. God I was even thinking like a woman now. I sent off for my selection, getting more than I had intended. I had found that I had actually got a buzz going through the pages, strangely not from the models, but the actual clothes, which again I found a bit worrying. With the clothes and food ordered all I could do now was wait. My body felt full of energy, I didn't know if it was because I was now about 23 years younger, or if it was because I was now female. In the end I decided it was probably because of both. I had decided to try out my body to see how much it could do, and found it could bend and stretch far more now than before, even than when I was younger, I could even scratch up to the top of my back with my arms around my back, and I could do the splits so far down so my cunt was almost touching the floor, I had to do that carefully, but it was amazing that I could do it at all. I started to go over the pros and cons of my situation. On one side, I was younger, I had gained roughly 30 years as I was about 23 years younger now and women lived longer, I was full of energy and allot fitter with a great looking body. The other side, I was a woman, no job, no money except my savings which was more than enough for me to live off for now, but sooner or later some-one would start asking questions. I didn't officially exist and I was willing to bet no-one would believe me if I confessed. I wasn't as strong or tall as I used to be, but could still manage. I no longer had my dick, so shagging was out, as I was used to being the fucker and had no intention of being the fuckee. I thought it over for a while and decided that if I arranged things I would see how I got on as a woman; it didn't seem that bad really apart from the legal stuff and the sex. Deep in my heart though, I knew I didn't have a choice. My groceries arrived late afternoon, "crap," I thought. I hadn't thought how I would get them into the house, my only clothing being a shirt and a small pair of pink panties. The doorbell rang, "crap," I thought again. The delivery guy was on the porch and had the boxes at his feet. I couldn't pretend not to be in as they probably wouldn't deliver again, so I opened the door and popped my head out "Hello," I said. "Hi love," the man replied. That shook me a bit, I wasn't expecting to be called "love" at all, and where did he get off calling me love anyway, I was most definitely not his "love," cheeky bastard. "Where do you want these?" he asked. I looked at the packages and knew I wouldn't be able to lift them, not now, not with this pathetic body. "Em could you, em, in the kitchen please," I finally said. He picked them up, one in each arm and stepped through the door. "Fuck", I thought. He just went straight passed, mainly as I was hiding behind the door, and went to the kitchen. But as he came out, he had a full view of me. It was then I noticed a new feature of this body, I could see well. I hadn't noticed before, but as well as my eye sight returning to how it was when I was younger, my vision had improved all round. It was my peripheral vision; I didn't have to look directly at his face to see what he was looking at. From the corner of my eye I saw him slow down, and his eyes were looking at my tits, then as he walked down the hallway they went down my body stopping at my crotch. He stared at my panties, then down my legs and back up again to my tits and back down to my crotch. He did this nearly all the way as he walked down the hallway, only raising his eyes as he neared me. He smiled and said, "Mam," then he gave a little nod as he made his way out. I returned his smile with a brief pleasant small smile, which vanished as soon as he had passed. "Fucking hell" I thought, "he was undressing me with his eyes, the dirty bastard." The next day a package from the catalogue arrived, I was excited, I got the delivery man to just drop it inside the front door, which he managed without getting to see me as I could use the door to shield me, I had to sign for it and had scribbled down my name without thinking, J Smith, the delivery guy gave me a questioning look, so I quickly explained I was his sister, Jenny, this satisfied him and he was gone. I quickly dragged the parcel into the living room and opened it. At last clothes, I was overjoyed at the prospect of having something to wear. The first thing I put on was a fresh pair of panties; I had gotten some silky ones as a treat to myself and some lacy ones because they looked sexy. The lacy ones went on, they were black and again although they fitted perfectly, I could see my pubic hair sticking out, but I got an urge, and trimmed them off with some scissors and a razor. "My god," I thought to myself, "I have a bikini line now." Then out came the brassier, I only got one, just in case my measurements were not correct. And as I didn't know what the types were, I played safe as even the bras were diverse. The one I had was a black lacy one, the size wasn't bad, it was a struggle but I managed it eventually, I had to fasten it at the front, then spin it around and threaded the straps over my arms and smoothed my tits in with my hands. It felt a bit restricting, even after I had adjusted it, but the weight had now mostly gone from my chest, and when I moved they stayed put. But when I looked down I could see that now in between my tits was a cleavage, now I understood what it had meant by push together. Not what I was expecting but I thought to myself that it did look good. I had got a jogging outfit, this I thought I could wear about the house, along with a pair of slippers, a pair of silk, pink pyjamas and dressing gown, brush and hair-dryer. For going out I had a pair of flat soled shoes and a pair of shoes with straps and a little heel of an inch. I had two skirts, one above the knee in black and a slightly shorter one in denim, also to go along with them I had bought some black stockings which said they held themselves up, with these I had a silky blouse in navy, a jumper, long pants in black which hugged my bum and clung to my legs, and finally a short black jacket with a matching little black bag. I had only intended to get the basics, a bra, panties, pants and a jumper with one pair of sensible shoes, but the rest looked nice so on impulse I got them. I dressed in the blue blouse and black skirt, stockings and heeled shoes; I could see the top of my breasts just peeking out at the top of the blouse, which I thought looked the part. I was a bit taken aback with the outfit as I had only intended to wear the blouse and pants, but now I was dressed as a woman instead of a man not wanting to be dressed as a woman, if you know what I mean. Then I emptied my wallet into the little bag, now this was a real pain, I knew enough that girls used purses to carry their junk about in, I don't know if this was because their clothes didn't have decent pockets in them, or if the lack of pockets came about because they always use bags, a bit like the chicken or the egg thing i.e. which came first (at this point I would like to say that as I believe in evolution the egg came first as it originally came from a lizard), anyway, emptied wallet and a bit of extra cash from the draw and my jacket. Then for the first time, as a woman, I left the house. I had no plans on what I was doing; I just needed to get out of the house. I still felt like I had been robbed of my body and of my life, but I was slowly resigning myself to the fact, that there was little to no chance that I would ever get it back. This little body that I now wore, although very hot, was of little use to me. It was a weak woman's body, it wouldn't let me do what I wanted to do, and now even my sex life was gone. There was no way I was going to let a man come near me, and without my cock, I wasn't going to get to shag any more girls. I needed to get out of the house as I was beginning to go stir crazy as all I had done for the last week was mope around the house and masturbate, at least this little body had one bonus. It had great orgasms. I wandered around the streets for a bit enjoying the fresh air and eventually, I made my way into the town centre. While passing a woman's hair dressers, on a sudden impulse I decided to get my hair done. I didn't really know why, but as my hair was a mess anyway, I decided it wouldn't do any harm. I popped my head in the door and asked if I needed an appointment, but as it was quiet the girl told me that it wouldn't be necessary this time, so in I went. I was shown to a chair by a pretty young girl, who asked what I would like. I had decided on just a trim, wash and dry, as I had no idea on styles, so I thought this was a safe bet. Looking around I found it very different to a barber. The smell of the hair sprays and other hair products filled my nostrils, and a huge assortment of cans and bottles were on the wash area. My Barber only had a couple of tubs of gel and a trimmer on his, but the multitude of different gadgets here was mind boggling. She asked, in a nice way, what on earth I had done to my hair. I explained it had been a hard week and I just didn't have the time to see to it, so now I was treating myself. She nodded in agreement and got to work; she took me to a chair with a sink, and sat me down. She spun me around, wet and then lathered my hair. It was as she did this, I found that the feeling of her fingers as she rubbed my scalp was almost sexual. I had started to feel the beginnings of arousal building in me by the time she had rinsed me off, this just increased when she did the conditioning rinse even though I tried to think unsexy thoughts. If I was my male self now in this situation I knew I would have a huge erection by now and would be trying to hide it, but now I just had hard nipples and dampness between my legs. Next it was back into the other chair and she gave me a trim, explaining that as I didn't have any split ends, (whatever the fuck they were,) that it only needed a slight trim to straighten it up. That done she dried it with a hand held blow drier. My hair now looked shiny and hung down without any frizz and also it smelled great, she had told me I should use a different shampoo and conditioner for my hair type. "Hair type" I was thinking, "great, now I had a multitude of shampoos to further complicate things." I found the amount of small talk was different too, all I ever got from my Barber was, "What would you like?" and a couple of grunts as he worked. But the girl just never shut up. We chatted about all sorts of stuff, some of which I found informative and some was actually interesting, but she was quiet as she blow dried my hair, which I watched intently to pick up some hints. As she worked I found that I was thinking about the shampoo and conditioner I would need for my hair, otherwise it would just become dull and flat again, which reminded me, I would have to go to a pharmacy. I found a pharmacy and got the shampoos and conditioner that she had recommended. I also bought some other female products, deodorant and perfume being the top of the list. As I passed the make-up department I thought I might as well have a look, no I've already told you I wasn't into that stuff, but I was curious and thought that now I could have a look without looking weird. There was indeed a bewildering amount of make-up products and as I inspected some lipstick I heard a voice behind me. It was a shop assistant; she asked if I needed any help with the products, I guess she must have seen the look of confusion on my face, and saw the chance of a sale. I thought why not so made u a story explaining that I had only worn some basic make-up before, but wanted a new style for an up-coming function I had been invited to. She led me to a table and proceeded to match my skin type, face shape and hair colour to different types of products explaining the how's and why's as she did, all of which made my brain hurt but I managed to take some of it in. Apparently I didn't need a heavy foundation as she said my skin was perfect so I would only need one to take the shininess away, and she thought my freckles were a good feature so we could use them. She applied two types of lipstick, one a bright red, the other closer to my lip colour. I found the lipstick almost erotic as it was applied to my lips, its smell and feel flooding my mind with the sense of sex, as I always loved the taste of lipstick on a woman. Then followed some eye liner, with which I thought I was going to poke my eye out when she got me to apply it myself. She must have noticed my awkwardness as she would apply some of the make-up then take it off again and make me do it. We decided on some blusher for my cheeks but again only a light one, red nail polish which we left on, and a few other bits and pieces. When we had finished I looked fantastic, I again found I was becoming aroused as I looked in the mirror, and started to wonder if I was becoming perverse lusting after myself. I purchased all the products she had used and gave her a tip, as I was very pleased with what she had done, and then I was on my way. As I made my way down the street, I started to notice that guys would try to sneak a look at me as I passed, they would check out my face, then my tits, around my waist and hips, and then finally down my legs. I could then feel their eyes on my ass as I passed, and it got to a point that I was starting to feel paranoid. I fought the feeling and remembered how I would look at women in the same way, it was strange, I would admire the shape of a woman's body and most of the time there was nothing sexual about it, it was just the shape that made me look. Eventually I managed to get my head around it and even started to enjoy it, even when I got a wolf whistle as I passed a building site, to which I smiled and gave a little wave, then blushed when it got a cheer from a bunch of workers. I didn't quite know how to take it; I knew from when I was a man what these ones were thinking, guys in a pack thought differently to guys alone. They would be saying to each other how they would like to do me, all the different ways we would fuck and would I suck their cock etc. But I also knew that they couldn't help it, testosterone was a very strong hormone. I knew some women didn't like guys checking them out, but I found that in a really strange perverse way that I did. Again I was confused; I was enjoying being flirted at by men, but, as I still had my male thoughts, experiences and inhibitions, I was still a man inside, it disgusted me. But even so, I found I enjoyed the attention and started to feel sorry for the guys all being controlled by their dicks, but at the same time I found it was satisfying that I looked good for them. I found that I was starting to enjoy being a woman more and more. Now I was hooked, the next shop I decided to go to was a lingerie one. I knew that I would need some more bras and thought it would be better to get professionally measured. The assistant came over to me as soon as I walked into the shop, I said what I needed and that I wasn't sure what size I was. She told me to turn around and put a tape over my breasts; she then measured in the three places that I had done to determine the correct size. As she did my nipples betrayed me and again became erect. "Damn it," I thought, "couldn't anyone touch me without this response." She confirmed my size to be 36C, she asked if I had anything in mind, then suggesting a push-up type, she placed her hands under my breasts and raised them up to show me, I immediately blushed a bright red, I had noticed she had been looking at my erect nipples all the time we were talking. She just smiled and asked if I would like to try one, I said I already had one on but this seemed to make her more determined, and eventually she persuaded me to follow her to the changing rooms. Once in, she helped me take off my blouse, and then put on the bra. And as she did, I could feel her hand as it kept brushing against my nipples, I found the feeling was like electricity tingling through them, they seemed to be getting a bit tender though, and I had thought I would be getting used to them by now, which I found a bit strange. We put my blouse on and the results were amazing, I now had two little pools of naked flesh with a cleavage at the top of my blouse, I could see the soft white skin like a little table, the assistant just gazed with a pleasant smile. She suggested I get a selection of stockings, underwear and garters, all of which she helped me to try on. Eventually I found that I had spent far more than I had intended to, but felt it was worth it. I left the bra on and also put on some stockings with a garter belt, she took great delight in showing me how it fitted, her hand almost caressing my thighs as she helped. This aroused me more, it felt so good to have her hand next to my skin, and I was finding that I just wanted to hold her and slip my tongue into her soft seductive mouth, the sexy feel of the garter didn't help either, and I found that I was again becoming moist. I was once again wondering if all women felt like this, or was it just my male sexual needs and wants manifesting themselves, intensified by my lack of experience combined with the newness of the sensitive nature of a woman's body. Eventually though, I resisted my urges and I paid the assistant, again giving a little tip as I did, she smiled and said if I ever needed anything I knew where to find her, I noted that she emphasized the anything with the tone of her voice and a little wink. I hoped this meant what I thought it meant, that if I needed some female company that she would be up for some girl on girl action, I was a little shy to ask but made a mental note just in case. Next I went to get some more shoes, the two pairs I had were OK, but I decided that I would need some more to match different outfits. Also, now that I found I could easily walk in the one inch heels that I already had, I would try for taller, as I had already found that even an inch made a difference in my height, and I just wasn't used to looking up at everything. I got my feet measured and found I had size five, the assistant helped me select a pair of two inch heels in black with straps, and a fine pair of slender, red three inch high heeled shoes with closed toes, which I had liked the look of, but it was only afterwards that I realised that I didn't know how to walk in them. I also got a pair of two inch heel leather knee boots, and only realised later that I was buying what I liked to see wom