The Gender Bias Virus
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By The Princess
The Gender Bias Virus was discovered in the year 2015. It totally
changed the world. The percentage of boy babies suddenly became 95%
overnight. Drastic measures were taken worldwide to perpetuate
humankind. For the full details please refer to GBV 1.
Where was I? That's right, I had travelled over to Keith's apartment to
open our letters containing the results of our tests. As I am sure you
know these results would greatly affect our future in every conceivable
way. If one is tested as a Doner he gives up his masculinity to his
partner who tested Receptor.
By a very sophisticated and complex process the pair are connected
together and once the exchange is complete the Doner becomes a petite
fertile female and the Receptor a large, powerful potent man. The
process even releases extra intelligence in the Enhanced man making him
leadership material.
Needless to say a lot hinged on these results.
My friend Keith and I opened the envelopes simultaneously. Our pulses
were racing but our breath was held. Like removing a bandaid we decided
to get it over with quickly.
At the bottom of the page in big bold letters were the words
"congratulations, you have tested as a Donor. You will be soon taking
your rightful and exalted place in the perpetuation of the human race."
My heart sank. I thought I would faint. One look at Keith and I knew
his letter read the same as mine.
We just looked at each other. There were tears in Keith's eyes.
I felt ill.
"What do we do now?" he whispered.
"I sure don't know. Read the letter."
We read. We were to report for 'pre re-positioning training on Monday
morning. Re positioning was the term for the transformation that awaited
us. A lot of guys wanted to run away and hide when they received their
donor letters but that was futile. We were all micro chipped at birth.
The ICPH saw to that. When someone resisted his call as a donor he was
forcibly collected, re positioned anyway and given intense re
programming, Clockwork Orange Style. Believe me you did not want that.
On top of that if a New woman refused her husband she was given a
custodial sentence at the repo penitentiary. I wasn't sure what went on
there but to my knowledge no one ever returned for a second term - what
does that tell you?
As I was driving home from Keith's apartment, I decided to detour and
break the news to my parents. My mum was actually happy for me. She
didn't want me to stay a Non and not have a family and she just loved
the thought of all the grandchildren I would give her. Dad was more
sympathetic. After all years ago he could have befallen the same fate
but instead became an Enhanced and hit the jackpot.
Looking down at my mum, who at five foot two was small even to me at
five eight and a half. She was absolutely tiny next to Dad at six feet.
It occurred to me that soon I would be as small and vulnerable as she.
It sent a shiver through me.
I was actually tall for a Non. The average was five seven, I was also
about twenty pounds heavier than the average. Because of this I was
pretty good at the more physical sports such as football and basketball.
I had done some boxing and was in the heavyweight class for Nons, which
was only welterweight for Enhanced. Among my peers I was a big guy. Of
course the Enhanced were another matter all together but not many Nons
and Enhanced socialized or played sports with each other. A non was more
on a par physically with a Genetic woman.
The way the donation worked was the closer the match the better the re
position. Our test results were fed into a computer which would
determine the best match for each Donor and Receptor. We would be
introduced to our Receptors Monday at the Re Positioning Hospital or the
RPH.
Keith and I spent the weekend drinking beer, moping and generally
feeling sorry for ourselves. Jenny came over and tried to cheer us up by
saying how much she loved being a woman, a wife and a mother and if we
would give things a chance so would we. It was different for her. She
was a Genetic. She had a husband whom she loved and because she had
always been female she didn't miss not being a guy. We thanked her for
her encouragement even if we didn't really mean it. We had grown up with
Jen. Looked after her, watched her blossom into a beautiful woman and
now we were going to join her in femininity. It would be probable that
from now on she would be taking care of us.
The rules were regimented. Once we met our future partner we had to give
up our apartments and our independent lifestyle and move in with him.
Donors had three weeks of Donor School to attend.
As schoolboys we were given a lot of home economic classes as we all had
to look after ourselves until at least the age of thirty one. There was
lots of differences being a single man who could cook for himself and
keep a small apartment than being a wife and mother running a family and
looking after her husband and kids.
The boys who were neither Donors or Receptors and the boys who chose not
to test and remain Nons would continue to fend for themselves and those
of us who tested Donor would spend our lives undertaking family domestic
duties.
Only the Enhanced did not do any such work. However as New Women we
needed more specific skills. The Donor School was three weeks of
advanced house keeping, feminine hygiene, child care (from changing
nappies to healthy child nutrition, to repairing a skinned knee, to a
knowledge of all childhood diseases and even a crash course in child
psychology.) We were taught how to be good hostesses, to cater dinner
parties our husbands would require us to organize, to balance a family
budget, in short to be efficient wives and mothers.
The courses at the School were conducted by New Women which wasn't a bad
thing as we all wanted to hear of the experiences of those who have
already undertaken what were about to go through. These women seemed
pretty happy and were glad they chose to be tested. I suppose it made
sense that the powers that be would choose women with a positive
attitude towards re positioning in helping us assimilate.
Keith and I sat next to each other in class listening to the petite
woman lecturing us on the correct way to sit in a skirt. There was more
to this skirt wearing than meets the eye. Knees together, hold it down
in the wind, make sure it isn't tucked into your panties after using the
toilet and always bend at the knees when reaching down instead of
bending over and flashing your knickers. Who would have of thought?
Sizing for women's clothing was another mystery explained to us.
Putting on a bra, putting on pantyhose, wearing heels, carrying a
handbag were all things to test us.
Then came the prac. After lunch we were all given a complete outfit to
put on and wear for the rest of the day. Now that was weird. As Nons we
were not large or overly masculine guys. But we were not overly feminine
either. Seeing each other in women's clothing was a little unnerving.
Straight after that came makeup class. Colouring in for adults. At least
we looked better once made up.
When we arrived at tampon insertion I don't think any of us had any
embarrassment left in us. We were all numb and going with the flow. (bad
pun, sorry)
We graduated Donor school on the third Friday. The following Monday
morning I was introduced to, my Fiance who was named, can you believe
it, Mark. I was paired with a guy with my old christian name. Just
before I met him I was told my new name, Jan. Not too bad, could have
been worse. Mark and I shook hands somewhat awkwardly. As a reasonably
large Non I was surprised to discover that my future lord and master was
a very small guy. Five five, two inches below average and perhaps twenty
pounds lighter than average. This made me three and half inches taller
and forty pounds heavier.
I inquired how this would pan out to the Doctor handling our case. He
explained that because our match was a very close one Mark would take a
considerable amount of my masculinity. As I was fairly large he would
take my size and strength from me and in all probability become a larger
than average Enhanced Man. Mark beamed at this news.
"Where does that leave me?" I asked the Doctor.
"In cases where the match is a close as yours and the donor has an above
average amount of masculinity to donate the New woman he becomes is
usually extremely petite" came his professional reply. "The thing to be
careful of here is the possibility of Mark damaging you when he enters
you and the real chance of your babies being too large for you to
deliver. In that case you would have your babies by cesarean section."
All this was delivered in a sterile and somewhat blase manner. Mark was
puffed up like a peacock while each word was like a kick in the pants to
me.
We spent the rest of the day cleaning out my apartment and moving the
things I wished to keep into Mark's house. I carried the larger items
and my strength compared to his was apparent.
One positive thing was Mark had a good job as a Nursing Sister, actually
he was a mid wife. The good pay enabled him to be paying off a nice home
in the suburbs.
For the next week before our re positionl we lived in separate bedrooms
almost as two buddies. It was surreal. Things like watching football and
having a few beers.
My size was an issue. Mark was not a strong or sporty guy. At school he
was weedy and nerdy. That week we shared the household duties and on
several occasions I had to open jars or reach something on a high shelf
for him. When we went out to a local hotel for a drink and a meal people
treated me as the dominant partner, directing their questions to me and
not Mark. When they heard him address me as Jan they would become
embarrassed as they understood our situation and that soon I would be
the woman in our relationship.
It was a strange time. Every now and then Mark would speak to me like a
chauvinistic man would his wife. Telling me instead of asking me to get
him a drink or something to eat. I didn't much care for that and told
him so. He would apologize but it kept on happening anyway. He started
calling me honey and I realized our situation was going to his head. One
evening, after a few beers I challenged him to an arm wrestle. He
couldn't beat me using two hands to my one, that shut him up for a
while.
A few days before our re positioning we were in a supermarket parking
lot when Mark accidently clipped a parked car. He wasn't very well co
ordinated and misjudged the distance. Another Non got out and started
abusing Mark. I was sitting in the passenger seat when I saw this big
guy pushing Mark into the side of our car. Mark was petrified. I jumped
out out confronted the guy. When he heard Mark call me Jan and tell me
to get back into the car the big guy scoffed at me and told me to get my
cute little arse back into the car like my husband told me to. My boxing
skills were put to good use so after I pounded the guy into the pavement
I manhandled Mark into the passenger seat and drove us home. Mark was
mortified and told me off for acting the way I did. He told me he could
have sorted things out and it was not my place to protect him.
"I'm not a helpless woman yet," I yelled at him. We were bordering on a
huge fight. A New never yells at an Enhanced ever ever.. Mark made me
apologize and in no uncertain terms explained my place in our
relationship. I had no choice but to obey him and ready myself for what
was to come. I didn't like it but I did it.
Donor school was over, one last weekend as a guy was done and Mark and I
went to the RPH as instructed eight o'clock the following Monday
morning.
Once there we were both stripped, shaved, given enemas and taken to the
re-po theater. A series of tubes were inserted into our veins which
connected our systems together. The room contained a giant tub large
enough for us both to lie side by side. Once in the tub we were given a
powerful sedative and the bath was filled with a thick gelatinous semi
clear fluid. It was warm and soothing. Before long we were asleep and
submerged, our breathing supplied by oxygen tubes direct to our
nostrils.
The re-po process takes ten days, During which time were were regressed
to pre pubescent status. We were physically regressed to an eleven year
old body. Once there my masculinity was extracted and donated to Mark.
We were then progressed back to adulthood and once stabilized the bath
was emptied our tubes disconnected and we were revived.
I was helped out of the bath, wrapped in a towel and directed into a
shower by a nurse. He sat me on a stool and put the soothing water on me
to wash away the ooze and restore my feelings and consciousness. It took
an hour but I came around.
The first thing that struck me was the enormity of my surroundings. Then
the weight on my chest. Then the lack of anything hanging between my
legs I had not had a hair cut since my test result and although long for
a guy my hair was still short for a girl.
I was helped into my first panty, bra, slip and of course my first
dress. I was given a tiny pair of sandals that had a two inch heel which
to my surprise fit perfectly. I was then directed to a makeup table and
made up so as to look nice for my fiance.
All of a sudden I realized I needed the bathroom. My hygiene classes
kicked in and my first urination as a female went without a hitch. Not
that different really. Just sit and let go. Remembering to pat myself
dry I stood and re adjusted my underwear and dress and was taken to meet
the new and improved Mark.
Our re-po was indeed successful. Mark had sucked all remnants of
anything masculine from me. I was now five foot one and weighed a
whopping ninety five pounds. The size of a normal genetic eleven year
old girl, except for my c cup breasts of course.
Mark on the other hand reaped all the rewards. Six two and 220 pounds.
His voice rumbled and from the bulge in his trousers he was both glad to
see me and very well endowed. I honestly did not know how I was going to
handle that. He looked like he would split me in two. His muscles were
very defined and his power evident to all. That guy in the parking lot
would not stand a chance against this new Mark.
Even his looks were improved. This was one good looking man. My taste
and tendencies had not altered and I could not imagine this massive
creature using me but I knew it was to be so. My one out could be the
fact that he was good looking enough to attract a genetic which would
free me from him.
But should that happen then I was no better off than if I had of stayed
a Non. Worse off in fact as I would be a tiny defenseless woman without
a man to protect me. No I needed Mark and I needed to be his wife. It
was in my best interests to make him want me and to be happy with me.
He took me home.
He insisted on carrying me over the threshold. He picked me up as though
I weighed nothing. Once inside he kicked the door shut and kissed me
deeply. My first kiss from a man as a girl. His tongue was everywhere.
He carried me into his bedroom and put me down on the bed. The look in
eyes was pure lust. He stood and removed his shirt, his shoes and socks
his trousers and lastly his underpants. I felt myself gulp. How in the
hell was I ever going to take that monster inside of me?
He sat next to me and reached around and unzipped my dress. He slipped
off my panties and unhooked my bra. My perfect breasts swung free. My
sandals went next.
He decided to assert and cement his position in our relationship as the
master and me as the submissive. As if there was any doubt. He leaned in
close and gave me my first order.
"Suck it," was all he said.
I didn't move.
"Won't tell you again," he said with a hint of menace.
I knew he was serious. Now I have been on the receiving end of a couple
of head jobs. I had even had sex a few dozen times. It wasn't easy to
find a girl to have sex with as there was a distinct lack of single
girls in this world so one had to save up one's money and visit a sex
worker. Sex workers in our world were Nons who had had gender
reassignment. They provided a necessary service and most boys visited a
Sex worker on occasion.
I knew what he wanted but I didn't know if I could do it. The re-po
process changes the Receptor's personality but does not change the
Donor. I was still sexually geared towards women and not men. I knew
that I had no choice in the matter at all and that I would do as I was
ordered but that did not make it any easier.
The thought that helped me was the knowledge that many many others in my
exact situation had made it through this and they now found pleasure in
their femininity. I shut my eyes and took the plunge.
I took his massive dick in my left hand and stroked it as best I could.
My tiny hand struggled to hold it. I bobbed down and kissed his knob. My
strategy was to get him off as quickly as possible and get it over with.
I licked his giant shaft and popped him into my little mouth. I took him
as well as I could and you must remember that he would not have had as
many women as I had so it didn't take long to have his manhood pumping
squirt after squirt into my gaping mouth. He held my head close and fast
to his groin with one great hand so here was no hope of me escaping his
load. He held me like that until he felt me swallow his issue. It was
warm, salty and slick. I knew I had better learn to like it.
With that over I thought I was off the hook. But not so, Mark was quite
the man. His member recovered a lot quicker than I would have thought
possible. He held me close and began to finger my virgin pussy. When he
brushed my clitoris I gave an involuntary jump. Hang on, that wasn't
half bad. He continued to strum me and soon I felt myself becoming wet
and slippery. He climbed on top of me and I thought he would crush me.
Thankfully he took his weight on his arms like a gentleman and I felt
his huge knob brushing and probing at my entrance. Here it comes. He
deftly worked his way into me. He probably knew he could seriously hurt
me and if he did there goes his fun for a while. He somehow managed to
get all of his enormous dick inside my teeny little but obviously very
elastic vagina. Once he began to thrust in and out of me I soon forgot
how horrible this was. Then I began to realize it wasn't too bad. Then I
felt it was ok. Then I began to enjoy it and then a began to love it.
Give it to me big boy.
Because I had milked him only minutes before it took him a little while
to come inside me. That was alright by me. After a few minutes I felt a
heat building inside me. My first female orgasm exploded like a freight
train. How wonderful was that! Even more wonderful was the next one two
minutes later. When he came I was ready for a rest and I basked in the
afterglow, a satisfied woman with a pretty special guy.
I was beginning to understand what my mother was trying to tell me. I
was pretty sure I was going to get to like this, a lot!
It really made me think. If me, an ordinary straight guy could adapt so
readily to enjoying being made love to by a (marvelous) man than maybe
sexual preference isn't as binary as we think. Perhaps it just feels
nice so why wouldn't sex be fun no matter what form it takes. I mean I
have experienced sex as a man and now as a woman and both was pretty
terrific.
Even though sex wasn't the hangup I thought it would be I still had to
negotiate all the other pitfalls of my new life. Being a dominant man's
wife, being pregnant, giving birth, raising kids, being a housewife,
wearing dresses, being tiny and vulnerable and menstruating.
I guess I decided right then to take things one at a time and do the
best I can.
Time to settle into my new life as a wife and get to work perpetuating
the human race.
Lianne
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