Reborn to be Better 1
- 2 years ago
- 42
- 0
A Girl Is Reborn (A Forced Journey) free porn video
This is the first chapter of a novel I wrote in Spanish some years ago.
Since English is not my native language, I am really concerned if this
translation is full of grammar mistakes or strange sentences. Please,
let me know in your reviews or in my email, [email protected].
Thank you and enjoy!
Chapter One
It's been a long time since my last orgasm. I am not even sure of how it
feels. I know I will never have another one in my life but I don't care.
I've learnt to live that way and to enjoy sex. Yes, I do have an active
sexuality and I love it. The fact I cannot come does not make it worst.
Allow me to turn my sight to the past and I will tell you a bit about
me.
I was born male about thirty years ago, I think. I cannot remember
clearly that time of my life. The way I looked then doesn't matter at
all. I was altered to match my owner's desires when he bought me, two
years in the past. I remember I was a loner without family, with almost
no friends. I had a boring job where I am sure no one will miss me.
Everything began in October 2006, when I applied for a new job. It was
supposed to be like the one I had, as an accountant in a small office,
part of a big company. However, the pay was far better the one I had. In
theory, I should go to a dark African country for at least one year. I
thought it was an opportunity to know new places. Nothing tied me to my
city.
We had some tests and an interview with some sort of psychologist. After
that, only five candidates were left. We were all male. I didn't know
anyone. It's been two years and I can't remember their former faces and
bodies. However, today, those five people are my best friends. In fact,
they are my only friends, besides my husband and theirs-- the men they
bought us. We didn't saw them as "owners" anyway, because we deeply love
them.
We had only one medical test left. If we were healthy, the five of us
would sign the contracts and we would began to work with them
immediately. They would take care of everything with our old companies,
those that were previously employed.
I was the first in the line. I was the only one close enough to the door
to hear what the doctors were speaking inside the room. It was something
so weird that I can't even believe it.
"Then, it is decided. According to the requirements, the first man will
be turned into a blonde woman, apparently 25. Big fake boobs and... Oh!
She will be castrated."
"Very well," a second voice said, as if that would be the most normal
thing in the world. "What about the second one?"
"He will be a brunette, about 23. She will have tiny natural tits. She
will keep his sexual ability. Nothing will be touched on her lower
equipment."
"In fact, he will be the luckiest of those five," laughed a different
person.
I discreetly walked apart from the door. They were still speaking about
the other candidates. I didn't want to risk being caught. There was a
good chance that everything would be a trap, another twisted, slightly
cruel, psychological test. I knew those things were usual at the most
important companies. Perhaps they wanted to scare us.
My mind raced to its thoughts. I was obviously skeptical of every word I
had heard, any other way, I would had run away for good, without even
turning my head. I didn't tell a word to my partners. When they called
us, I manage to enter in second place. Just in case.
The so called examination room was big. Four medics stayed inside, all
men, all middle aged. As most doctors do, they cordially ignored us
while they spoke between them in low voice. For the way they stared at
us, we looked more like livestock than human to them.
Finally, one of them came close to us with five small glasses. He gave
one to each.
"Welcome to your final test, gentlemen," he said, when we all had our
beverage. "Please drink this solution. It is an innocuous contrast in
order we can observe the working of your digestive system."
We all complied. The taste was odd, a mix of strawberry syrup and some
strange medicine. The five of us stayed speechless, looking at each
other, in a perfect row. The time slowly passed. Little by little,
everything lost its importance. Even my heart, which was beating quickly
until then, relaxed. After full five minutes, another physician, the
second one I had heard when I was in the outside of the room, spoke.
"Welcome to the place you will be transformed. The life you've known so
far ends here, on this very moment."
I felt nothing. I wasn't worried, or felt I needed to escape. I was just
standing there, on my feet, listening. I knew what I was hearing was
physically and medically impossible. No present or probably future
technology would allow a sex change without a lot of surgery.
"We are part of a very powerful company," he continued, "different to
any other you have seen in your life. This building has been rented for
this 'staff selection'. It will be empty tomorrow. No one will be able
to track you, should somebody wanted, which I doubt."
Everything was going worse and worse. Were they going to kill us? Could
the things I heard through the door be true? I was thinking about that,
but I really didn't care. Was my life in danger? I felt more curious
about what was going to happen to me than worried in any kind.
"All of you has been selected," the one that seemed to be in command
said, "because you are loners. No family, no friends, no social
interaction in your jobs... This is good for two reasons-- the first one,
we don't want people asking about you. The second one, we prefer don't
break families. We don't enjoy tears and pain, even if you think
otherwise now. I can assure you all of you will be happy in your new
life. We don't like leaving somebody crying behind."
That sounds better. If we were going to have a life, that meant they
weren't going to kill us, were they? After all, perhaps they weren't
that bad-- they didn't like tears. That was good.
"Now please," the first man said, "get naked and stay where you are.
Yes, all clothes. Underwear too."
We obeyed without a single complaint. Something in that drink
definitively made us behave like mindless puppets.
"Allow me to explain you what is going to happen now," said a third
doctor, older the others. He walked in front of us like a military
officer inspecting his troops. "You are going to change to match our
client's requirements. Your outward appearance will be altered to become
more... feminine. Some of you will become eunuchs. The luckiest perhaps
keep your capacity to orgasm even to reach erections. How we decide
that? -- Simple Luck. The order you crossed that door has sealed your
destiny."
Then I thought I had cheated and I didn't care. If some unknown should
suffer worst transformations than mine, better for me. I had no desire
to turn into something similar to a woman. However, it would be better
than becoming a big breasted, castrated, blonde bimbo.
"For instance," said the elder, "number One, come here."
The guy who was in my place after I changed my position in the row
walked to the doctor, no hesitations.
"You will be a 25 years old woman, named Dalia. We will provide you a
pair of big volume silicone breasts. They'll look fake, something like
Pamela Anderson's boobs, because that is what our customer wants. You
will have to have your hair dyed blonde forever. We will destroy every
follicle below your eyes, including your eyebrows. We will tattoo them
later, in a very thin arc. We will enhance your lips. It will be
moderate, so they will still look natural. You will always wear blue
contacts, the biggest quality ones. Ah! We will extirpate your
testicles. Your penis will be left intact but for its sensitivity, which
will drop to almost zero. Don't worry, you will enjoy sex even being
anorgasmic. Now, please, proceed to door number One.
The guy complied. That was the very moment I realized there were six
doors in front of us, just in the opposite wall of the room. Somebody
opened one of those. That was the last time I saw him, at least as a
"he." Who would tell Dalia would become my best friend.
"Now, you," he said, pointing me with his finger. "Come here."
I did as he told me, docile and submissive.
"You will be less modified than any other of your partners. You will be
a slim, 23 years old woman. From now on, your name is Laura. I see your
hair is straight and brown, in the future will have to be black and
curly. Your tits will be small; to compensate, you will get a quite big
ass implant. You will become," he smiled, "a fat bottom girl, as they
have asked us. We will leave you few follicles left; however, you will
have to shave armpits and legs, as most women do. You will have to pluck
your eyebrows very thin, no more than one hair wide. We are not going to
touch your reproductive system. You will keep your balls.
Congratulations. Please, walk to room number Two."
I obeyed. Did I have any other option? My feet walked by themselves,
anyway. While the logic half of my brain was shouting me everything was
impossible, I knew, perhaps due to the drugs I had in my veins, they
were telling us the truth, a terrible, absolute, truth.
Just before I exited, I heard part of the third candidate's fate.
"You will become a natural, long hair blonde. You will be provided with
enormous natural breasts, so you can expect them to be very saggy. Your
complexion will be pale. You will be castrated, but you will retain full
sensitivity..."
I entered into the room. There were two female doctors inside. They
closed the door and I couldn't listen to anything else about my partners
in misfortune.
"Please, lay down in that bed."
After I did, they put a via in my arm. Then, the door was opened again.
"Wait a minute!," said one of the doctors outside. "There is a last
moment modification. This one must also be gelded and deprived of all
sensitivity in the genital area. He must be as girlish as possible,
besides his tiny tits.
Oh. My trick didn't work in the end. Lady Luck had finally abandoned me.
I didn't want to lose my manhood, but I still didn't care. Damned
beverage!
A moment later, everything went dark and I lost conscience.
Charlize
- 20.05.2022
- 12
- 0
