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Part 2 of my longer, character led story, The Determined Man. For
readers of some of my other stories, please note that this part of this
story does not contain any racy scenes. Please do persevere! I have
written most of the whole story. I will be posting further parts
regularly and it most certainly does get to where we all (or at least
most of us) want it to get to. Personally I think it is all the better
for establishing character and building tension before we get there.
For those of you who want a quicker pay-off, I will also be posting
short sexy stories that get to the point, each day following the posting
of a part of The Determined Man.
Part 2 - Chapter 3
William's heart jumped into his throat at the first sounds of an
approaching vehicle. He looked at his watch as the noise grew louder.
10:10. The sound of the engine was the first sign of human activity that
William had heard in the twenty five minutes that he had been waiting.
William had arrived early and driven around the block three times
looking for any sign of anyone watching or, tremble to think it, filming
the spot of the intended rendezvous.
Finally, and after another five minutes sitting in his car steeling his
nerves, he had opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement.
Ever since then he had been scanning pavement and walls, looking for any
signs of a hidden recording device. If anyone had been watching then he
would have presented a most curious figure, alone in a part of town
where the only population outside of work hours are a few rats and maybe
a fox or two.
The sound of the vehicle grew louder and louder, until it was clear that
whatever was making it was substantially larger than the car that
William had been expecting to arrive to ferry him to whatever location
awaited him. William's mind was now racing with a mix of anticipation
and fear. Would it be a van, packed with heavies ready to forcibly
abduct him? Might it even be a truck with some kind of mobile
laboratory?
The far more mundane truth was revealed as a large post office delivery
lorry rounded a nearby corner and then turned away from where William
was standing towards what he could now see was a sorting office far off
down the road. William breathed again and checked his watch for the
umpteenth time in the past five minutes. In a flash, thoughts of defeat
overwhelmed him. Maybe it was all just a cruel joke of Victoria's?
Surely, that must be right, he thought. The project list was right and
the project was still in the early stages. Victoria had just seen his
reaction and fed him a story. As unlikely as that unprofessional
behaviour seemed it, was surely infinitely more likely than the idea
that this small company had somehow developed nano-technology that
could completely transform a human body. William felt the energy rush
from his body, leaving a huge black hole of shame and humiliation.
The sound of the departing lorry was just dying and he was just about to
turn away, back to his car, when he felt a light touch on his shoulder.
He wheeled around, almost tripping in the process, to find Victoria
standing impassively behind him.
"Hello William. I'm so glad you came" she said calmly, in extraordinary
contrast to William, who was gasping for breath.
"Victoria! Ah.... I..... hello," he managed to mumble, feeling somehow
that with these words he was for the first time verbalising years of his
secret private fantasy life. "I thought it was maybe all a joke". With
the damn breached, he suddenly felt powerless to stop himself saying
whatever was in his head. "I, um, was expecting a car. I didn't hear you
arrive."
"Oh no William. This is no joke. This is a matter of the greatest
seriousness. And we have a car, but we didn't want you to see it, or
which direction we arrived from."
As she said these words, Victoria began to produce a length of black
material from her pocket. William watched dumbstruck as she unravelled,
and then held up for him to see, a black blindfold. It was not simply a
piece of fabric. This was clearly designed for the purpose, with shaped
hard sections to cover the eyes and a clasp at the back. "I'm sure you
understand" said Victoria in her smooth even tones.
William was a little taken aback but allowed her to fasten the blindfold
around his head. Of course it made sense to him that they wanted to hide
the location of their facility, and of course, in those circumstances,
blindfolding him and taking him in a car made perfect sense too, but
William couldn't quite believe that this was happening in real life,
rather than in films which was where this kind of drama seemed to
belong.
With his vision obscured, William was led around a corner. He heard a
car door open and felt a gentle push on his head as he was ushered
inside. Inside the car, William heard the door close and lock behind him
and then someone else, presumably Victoria, enter on the other side,
before hearing and feeling the car start up and pull away.
"So where are we going?" asked William in the direction in which he
imagined Victoria to be. The silence he was met with was somehow more
terrifying than anything that had proceeded it.
It suddenly dawned on William that he was in a very vulnerable position.
He had spent so much time thinking about whether Victoria was telling
the truth that he had barely considered how he was completely giving up
his safety and liberty into the trust of strangers. He had told no-one
where he was going. He was blindfolded in a car he didn't know, going to
a place he didn't know, all on the strength of a short entry in a
confidential list and a few words from a woman he had met only a handful
of times. How could he let this happen? In his work he was exemplary at
always considering every risk.
With growing concern that he not upset the people who held such power
over him, William sought to clarify his request. "Not the address of
course. I absolutely respect your need for discretion. I was merely
hoping that we might discuss what today may entail." When William was
nervous his speech always became rather formal and old fashioned.
Inwardly he cursed himself for this change of tone that betrayed his
anxiety.
The response from Victoria came only after another few seconds silence.
"Not here. Wait."
So wait William did. The car drove on for over an hour, making many
turns, and there was no way for William to know which way they had gone.
At no point did William hear any loud traffic noises so he assumed they
hadn't driven through the middle of a city, but this was only an
assumption.
Finally the car pulled to a stop. "Do NOT attempt to remove your
blindfold until I say so." instructed Victoria firmly. William heard
doors opening, first the driver's and then the one immediately beside
him. A strong hand gripped his arm and helped him out of the car. Soon
another, smaller, but seemingly equally strong grip was on his other
arm, and, still blindfolded, he was led round behind the car.
After a few steps, by a change in the nature of the sound and the air
around him, William could tell that he had crossed into the interior of
a building. He was led on for a minute or so, and then one grip, the
larger, was released and he heard a single pair of receding footsteps.
"Remove your blindfold."
William did as he was told and found himself in a small non-descript
office room with just Victoria for company. William was slightly
surprised. For some reason, at least subconsciously, he had expected
Victoria to be leading him to meet with someone else. Maybe someone more
senior. He briefly reconsidered the slim young accounts manager and
unnervingly posited that maybe she had greater influence and power than
he had assumed.
The windows were blacked out and the only light came from a single bare
bulb hanging from the ceiling. A thin layer of dust covered the
furniture and the floor. If William had to guess he would say that this
building had been disused for maybe a couple of years. Victoria was
seated in a dust covered, but apparently rather high-end office swivel
chair. Between the two of them was a simple wooden desk, bare of
anything except for a small vial of clear liquid.
"Sit down," said Victoria, without a hint of emotion, gesturing to a
single chair located across the desk from herself. William complied.
William couldn't keep his eyes off the vial on the desk. Surely it
couldn't be that simple? It couldn't be here, now. Surely with
technology in an infant stage there would be equipment required to
implement and monitor the situation? Regardless of these
rationalisations, his mind and heart raced.
Victoria had apparently allowed him a few moments to speculate, but now
she took control.
"Mr Cresswell, I am sure that you have some idea of what we are about to
speak about, but I feel that it is my duty to impress upon you the need
for absolute secrecy in regard to the subject, as well as in regard to
this meeting and to this place."
William nodded his assent and tried to respond, "Yes, I abso..."
"The project which we are to discuss" Victoria interrupted, clearly not
having finished a carefully planned speech, "is of particular value to
Ostara technology and its shareholders. Disclosure of the details could
prejudice the success of the project and, in respect of certain of the
details, the wider viability of the company. I am sure that you will
therefore appreciate that we take the security of our information most
seriously and will not hesitate to take all necessary actions if that
security is under threat."
Victoria finished speaking and the two of them remained in silence for a
few seconds, William fearing to speak out of turn. Victoria waited.
William finally ascertained that he was now expected to respond.
"Absolutely Victoria. I understand."
"Good. Then we can proceed." William's attention once more was drawn to
the vial, but he was to be disappointed.
"We are here to discuss the details of the gender reassignment full body
morphing technology. Before I disclose further details to you, please
can you now confirm that you are here because you are interested in
making use of this technology." Victoria paused and William took a deep
breath. "For yourself," she added finally.
William hesitated and scanned the room with his eyes. This was the
moment that he dreaded. Going on record. Unlike the street corner that
he had been directed to, this room might contain any number of hidden
listening devices. He was powerless. How had he not thought about these
risks? How had he thought that just scanning the meeting place would be
in any way sufficient? He had strongly expected that the actual
discussions would take place elsewhere but somehow his body had not
allowed himself to consider the risks. He was so exposed, so
defenceless. Every second of his professional training strained to stop
him from taking such a great risk, and yet, he wanted it so much.
"That is correct," he whispered.
"Good. Thank you for confirming that Mr Cresswell. As I explained to you
at our previous meeting, the project is rather more advanced than we
have disclosed publicly. However, the project notes are correct that the
project is beset by financial issues. The technology is extremely
expensive and we are unable to proceed with any specific procedure
without dedicated financial backing."
Victoria seemed poised to continue but William took his opportunity to
press for the information that he desired. "And may I ask, What exactly
is involved in a procedure?"
Victoria paused and looked closely at William's face. "What we are
talking about is the complete transformation of a human male to a fully
functional human female, indistinguishable from a natural-born female at
all scales and levels of detail, from outward appearance down to the
cellular and genetic." William's head swam as his hopes, and fears, were
confirmed, but Victoria continued impassively "The process is achieved
through the use of nano-robotic technology. The whole procedure takes
only a few minutes and is normally nearly pain-free. However it is still
in its testing phase and, despite a small number of successful
iterations, there may be any number of unknown complications and side-
effects."
William was reeling, his head trying to assess risks while his heart's
eye was surveying the possibilities like a soaring bird assessing the
best place to land.
"Do you have any further questions on the procedure?" asked Victoria.
William had too many questions and was too overwhelmed to choose between
them. He nodded, attempted to formulate the words and then shook his
head.
"Very well, then I will continue to explain our position. As I was
saying, the technology is extremely expensive and due to requirements
of secrecy, and other.... regulatory hurdles... we have been unable to
obtain funding in the normal way. We therefore require specific
financial backing in order to proceed with any single procedure.
Accordingly, we are asking those interested in participating in our test
program to provide a contribution. The current contribution that we
require for each procedure, including certain other peripheral
requirements, is ?220,000."
The mention of money, and such a specific and substantial sum was enough
to focus William's mind. He quickly calculated his available funds,
including his savings, which, though jointly built up by himself and
Harriet, were in his own name, his car and other disposable assets. He
might just be able to scrape it together, but, outside of his house,
which was in joint names, it would take everything he had.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I can afford it," he said, standing to his
feet "I'll just have to wait till after the testing phase is complete."
"Mr Cresswell" responded Victoria, remaining unmoved "I'm sorry to have
to tell you that there is a good chance that this project will never
come to public light, at least not in the next 75 years, and especially
not without contributions from potential participants, like yourself."
William instinctively sat back down. Could he really pass up this
opportunity? Could he go his whole life, knowing that he had put aside
the chance to fulfil such a strong desire.
"But if it won't come to public knowledge, then what happens after the
procedure? I thought that I'd have to pass as having undergone surgery
for a while, until the project became public, but if what your saying is
true, I think it will be hard to keep that up!"
William was surprised by a light lilting laugh from the lips of
Victoria. "Mr Cresswell, there is no way that you could pass as having
simply undergone surgery. Not even for a moment. You will have a
completely new body. And that is why there is a further consideration
for you to take into account." Victoria paused for a moment, and then
continued. "If you agree to participate then we will require that you
break off all contact with your family and friends. We will supply you
with a new identity and history, although we will not be able to provide
you with any financial backing beyond one week's accommodation near the
island facility."
"Island?!"
"Oh yes. For regulatory reasons related to both the procedure itself,
and the generation of the new identity, our facility is located
overseas. As part of our agreement we would pay for your transport to
the facility. We find that this is also useful to better enable our
participants to make a clean break from their former lives. The exact
location will be revealed to you only when necessary."
William slumped in his chair, the wind knocked out of him. Leave his
life behind? The life that he had worked so hard to create for himself.
His friends, his job, Harriet! He had understood that if the process was
permanent, he would probably have to leave Harriet and for a tiniest
moment before he had to stop himself, he had imagined the terrible
conversation that he would have to have with his wife. But, he had
imagined that she might understand and that they might even remain
friends.
"A total break is required," Victoria was continuing, driving home the
painful news. "You must not tell anyone what you are doing, but you must
inform them that you are leaving. We do not want any missing persons
investigation. You would have to leave your job, and your wife."
No, he couldn't go through with it. He shook his head and made to stand
up a second time before Victoria interrupted his thoughts with her
smooth and even, yet somehow forceful voice.
"Perhaps a demonstration might help you to make up you mind."
Victoria picked up the vial that had so caught William's attention
earlier and once again he was entranced, paralysed in a half-standing,
half-seated stance.
"This is entirely temporary, lasting only a few seconds, but it will
give you an idea of what we can do" Victoria slipped a small ornate hand
mirror from a hitherto unseen draw and pressed it into William's hand.
For a second time, William collapsed back into his seat.
William, stunned to silence and heart pounding, looked hard at
Victoria's face, trying to discern her honesty. Eyes remaining fixed
upon Victoria, he gestured with his head toward the vial, somehow
fearful to look upon it or extend his hand toward it. "That... It is....
it?" he asked slowly.
"A demonstration form, yes," affirmed Victoria. "The few active units
contained in the liquid are preprogrammed to make a surface
transformation of the face and then to return it to its previous form.
Such reversible procedures are only safe on a limited area and on a
limited number of occasions."
"So....you want me to....?"
Victoria nodded in confirmation. "If you will let me, I will apply the
treatment. You can observe the effects in this mirror. It will then be
your choice whether to proceed, though I am confident that you will be
satisfied."
For once in his life, William made a choice without thinking through all
of the possible consequences. Here was a chance to look in a mirror and
see his yearning desire fulfilled.
When he looked back on this moment in years to come, he would never be
sure whether he had believed in that moment that it would be only a
fleeting experience, an isolated memory to enrich his fantasies, or
whether he considered it a genuine test to help him to make a life-
changing decision. All that he could faithfully recall was that, when
Victoria filled a needle from the vial and held it up beside him, he
leant back in his chair and offered her his temple.
The needle was not large and, though it did hurt, it was not unbearable.
For a brief few seconds after the prick of the needle he felt nothing,
and then a sensation spread across his skin, slowly at first, but
increasing in velocity. It was as if every cell of his skin was being
individually flipped in its place. As it passed over his cheek the
experience became deeper, penetrating to his cheekbone and the bones of
his forehead. He instinctively turned his head away, but this of course
was to no affect.
The process was alarmingly quick and yet all too slow for William, as it
gave him time to consider the gravity of his position, an experimental
technology that he had seen no tests of, and which he could have no
certainty of even its intended purpose, acting directly upon his face.
Inwardly he cursed himself for the way that his strong cultivated
rationalism could be overwhelmed by a deep untamed desire of his heart.
In his shame and alarm, William could only steal a glance in the mirror
for the shortest time before turning away. It was enough time to see
that his right hand jaw and half his forehead were smaller and more
defined and thankfully still intact and human, but not long enough to
gauge any other characteristics. He closed his eyes tightly and grit his
teeth as the phenomenon marched on, its efficiency of purpose impervious
to his terror and doubt. His right eye involuntarily twitched under the
closed lid and soon his lips followed suit, spasming in small jumps and
then settling in a new wider-spread, softer form, like the petals of a
flower just opened in the spring.
The process was now more than half way through its journey across
William's face. He sensed his new petite nose retreating into place as
his left eye began its transformation, just as its right hand twin had
before it. With the process drawing to its finish near his left ear,
William finally reopened his eyes and looked into the mirror.
The vision that met his gaze took his breath away. Beneath the familiar,
smartly cropped hair and above his own thickish neck, his face was
presented like an exquisite work of art in a driftwood frame. His
startled eyes sparkled in the colour of a deep lagoon, and were framed
by long delicate lashes. His eyebrows were refined and gently arched and
where once his powerful nose dominated his face, now a delicate, almost
dainty button nose stood in its place.
And then there were his lips. Soft and curved in deep pink, they
practically invited, no, lured, the viewer to them, like a moth is drawn
to the moon. Between the slightly parted curtains of his lips shone a
flash of even white teeth.
William gasped and brought his hand to his cheek. Sure enough, he felt
his new soft skin react to the touch of his fingernail. He brushed the
pad of his thumb across his lips and experienced their great
sensitivity. Satisfied that he still had the sense of touch, he dropped
his hands and simply stared, his new eyes flickering across the features
of his face.
In a moment of doubt he dropped the mirror on the table in front of him
and took out his camera phone, checking to make sure that the trick was
not in the reflection rather than the object. The digital image staring
back at him professed the same truth. The technology was real. He was
transformed.
Finally, fully five minutes from the completion of the process, he
remembered the presence of Victoria, who had remained silent throughout.
He looked at her and was again struck by the contrast between his own
racing emotions and her cool and calm expression, adorned by only a
small smile of satisfaction.
"I see that you are impressed?" she half-asked, but with full knowledge
of the answer.
"I..... Yes. It's incredible." William stammered and then stopped,
frowning, somehow surprised by his own baritone voice escaping from his
new feminine lips. Victoria responded to his confusion with her own
light laughter.
"These changes are very shallow. Your throat and voicebox, even much of
your mouth, is unaffected. As I said, this is only a demonstration.
Also, the process will soon reverse and you will return to your old
self. Now, tell me Mr Cresswell how does that prospect feel to you?"
William looked once more in the mirror and acknowledged what it was that
he wished to view, his eyes rejecting as foreign, not the newly acquired
face, but the familiar neck, shoulders and hair that surrounded it.
Slowly he accepted and articulated his feelings. "I would be
disappointed," he whispered in dramatic understatement.
Victoria respectfully waited a few moments to allow William to come to
terms with the decision that she knew he was making, but then continued.
"Two hundred and twenty thousand pounds," she repeated. She placed a
piece of paper with a sequence of numbers written upon it upon the
table. Make the deposit into our account within two weeks and we shall
then contact you within 24 hours to provide the full details of your
travel to the facility. We will meet you at the airport and then
everything shall be taken care of. You should pack only one change of
clothes."
William looked to her again, searching for the right questions, but once
again his thoughts were interrupted. "Now, the process is about to
reverse. You should prepare yourself."
William tensed and within moments felt the changes begin again, this
time flowing across from the left. Again he closed his eyes tightly.
When he opened them again he was looking into the mirror held by
Victoria and his face was returned to its previous form. He slowly,
hesitatingly, reached across the table and took up the paper previously
offered by Victoria.
William was offered the same blindfold as before. Soon after it eclipsed
his vision, he heard a door opening behind him and footsteps
approaching. He was escorted back outside and into a vehicle. An hour or
so later, Victoria accompanied him from the car, and stood beside him as
it drove away. His blindfold was removed only when the last sounds of
the engine had dissipated. He found himself standing directly next to
his own car that he had parked up earlier in the day and seemingly a
lifetime ago.
"You will find that I am now replaced as your contact at Ostara for your
work projects" said Victoria calmly, "and I will not be present at the
facility".
William nodded in simple acknowledgement. "Thank you."
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