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I sat in bed a though about how I felt, over all I felt amazing. My body felt like it still had the intense glow from the orgasm last night. I decided I would go and find Lucas but sat on the edge of the bed I noticed that my feet were not on the floor, in fact they were quite a way off of the floor. I hopped down off the bed and noticed that i landed more heavily than I normally would have, I felt slightly heavy and un co- ordinated. I looked around the room and found that everything seemed a little bigger to me. I walked over to the shower and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the door. I looked pretty much the same, except kinda.....soft. I wasn't cut before but I had defined muscle. Now I looked a little chubby. I also noticed that I was definitely shorter, alot shorter. I guessed that I was maybe 5ft now. Great, I'd lost inches and got doughy. But if that was the limit of the side effects, I could live with that. I could still do my job if I was short and I could burn off the extra fat at the gym. I turned and climbed into the shower to wash myself down. The water felt amazing on my skin, even rubbing myself with soap felt great. I Took the longest shower I have ever taken because it felt so good. When I finished I saw that the shower drain was blocked with hair and my body was smooth as a new born baby. "Crap!" I grumbled, looking at myself in the mirror again. "These extra abilities better be worth it" I got dressed into another fresh set of black workout clothing which had been left in the draw. This time however, I felt like I was swimming in them. They were huge on me and my shoes didn't fit anymore. This was starting to become annoying, I thought. I called the company switchboard and they connected to me to Lucas. "This is Lucas," he answered the phone in a very professional tone. "Hey Lucas, it's John. I'm ready to face the day, I think but I shrank a little during the night and..." "You shrank?" Lucas sounded alarmed. "Yeah, but just in height....and shoe size. Can you find me some replacements or flip-flops or something?" I asked. "Of course. Can you guess what shoe size you are now?" I want over and measured my feet against the sole of my old size 10's. They were WAY smaller. "They're maybe a five." I was unsure. Lucas said he'd be over in 10 minutes so I decided to go watch some TV. I made sure my monitor was back in place. At least I didn't have to shave my chest to get the patches to stick to my chest, I thought. I went and sat on the sofa. The TV was pretty boring but soon enough Lucas was at the door holding a box. I invited him in and went to try on the shoes. They were a plain black pair of basic running shoes. Size 5. They were way better than my old ones but were still too big. I figured I was probably a size 4.5 but these would do for now. I turned to find Lucas watching me from across the room. "Sorry," he said. "But you look quite different than last night." "Yeah, like I said, I've shrank a little," I replied. "Yeah, You really did!" He smiled "Have you measured yourself?" "No, not yet. But I figure I'm around 5ft tall now'" "Not quite a midget" I could see Lucas trying not to laugh. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "We prefer 'little people'" We both began to laugh, It was nice to lose some tension with a good belly laugh. Once I was dressed we decided to go get some breakfast. As we sat in the company cafe I came clean about last night with the Doctors. Lucas thought it was pretty funny but seemed happy that I got to make a baby with them. I think he was a little jealous of the fact that I was still able do that. He seemed amused that they had tricked me into getting undressed and then he asked me how it was to make love to the Doctors. I told him it was way more fucking than making love. I began to give him a few gory details, we were talking like two normal guys bullshitting in a barracks house on base. As I told him the story I began to become become extremely aroused again. I was trying to talk but I was totally distracted by the feelings in my body but mostly the huge erection straining my pants. I was getting hotter and hotter. I could feel my face turning red. "John, are you ok?" Lucas sounded worried. I hadn't noticed but I must have stopped taking. I realized that I was just staring at Lucas and thinking about last night. It felt like I was on the verge of cumming in my pants, I had never felt so horny in my life. Lucas leaned forward and shook my shoulder. I saw him glance down as something caught his eye and then quickly look up and into my eyes. "I think we should get you to the lab," he said, looking slightly embarrassed. I looked down at the erection in my sweat pants, all I could think of was how turned on I felt. My mind was racing through every sexual image in my head, I was even thinking about Lucus's pussy. I stood up suddenly and told Lucas that I needed a restroom before pushing past him and launching into an almost drunken run toward the nearest mens room. I was running headlong into the closed door when at the last second Lucas appeared there, holding it open for me. I pushed past him again and almost fell into a cubicle. I locked the door, turned, pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet lid holding my cock in my hand. It felt so strange in my now smaller hands. I started to try and jerk off but it did almost nothing for me. Suddenly I could feel my cock shrinking but the sensation of pleasure got more intense. It suddenly occurred to me that the pleasure/pain killer they gave me was twisting the reality of that was happening. My body was changing in a hugely traumatic way but the medication was making it seem like I was feeling extreme pleasure. I looked down and watched in horror as my manhood pulsed and shrank in my hand. I was gasping and panting, feeling as if I was on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm that was just out of reach. I felt a hot sensation spreading from my balls and moving up into my abdomen. I continued pumping my smaller cock and felt down with my other hand to my balls. I cried out when my fingers felt a ruffle of flat shin instead of my ball sack. I felt around with my fingers until i found a developing opening in my groin. I was loosing grip on my cock as it got smaller and smaller, pulling inside my body. I reached between my legs and for the first time, I felt the strangely familiar folds of a vagina. As I panted and probed my new sex with my fingers I found a wetness and a finger slipped inside me for the first time in my life. I screamed and orgasmed hard, I passed out. I woke up looking into Lucus's concerned face. "John, John? Can you hear me?" he called to me. "Yeah, dude. What happened?" I asked weakly. I lay there, basking in the warm glow of post orgasm bliss trying to piece together the last few events and clear the fog. "John, you suffered a side effect from the serum," he said gravely. It all came crashing back to me and my hands flew to me groin, finding nothing but unfamiliar territory there. The room went black again. I woke up to the sound of an medical bay monitor beeping. I opened my eyes slowly. I felt like I had run a marathon and then been beaten with sticks. Everything ached and what didn't ache stung.I tried to move my arm and found it was stuck on something, I pulled a little to get free and with a crunching, ripping sound I raised my arm and, along with it, a strap that was wrapped around my wrist and a chunk of the bed. As I looked at my arm I noticed that it looked slimmer, smooth and my fingers looked feminine and delicate. I head movement at the other side of the bed and turned to see Lucas, 2 medics and Sara rushing into the room. "Hey, guys," I said weakly. My voice sounded rough, different but also higher pitched. I coughed to clear my throat. "Hey guys." It still sounded weird and for the third time today I realized I had turned into a female. I slumped my head back onto the pillow. "Oh crap, did she just faint again?" I heard Sara say. "HE is going to give himself a bad reputation if he keeps it up," Lucas replied. "Lucas," Sara said. "She is most definitely a SHE now, not a HE. I understand you're trying to help but with her height and the size of her breasts, she's gonna have some trouble passing as a man from now on." I slowly reached my now free hand up and touched my chest. As I expected I found a breast. A very large, very tender breast. I just sighed and let my hand drop again. "Hey John, You awake buddy?" Lucas asked. "Yeah, I'm here." I winced at the sound of my girly voice inside my head. "How do you feel?" Sara asked as she came closer. "I feel like 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag," I said quietly, as if speaking softly would make my voice sound less dumb. "And my voice sounds dumb." Sara sat down on the chair next to the bed, she reached over and held my hand gently. "Your voice doesn't sound dumb, John. You suffered a reaction to the serum, a side effect that has changed you into a...." "Girl," I finished. "Yeah, I got that. In fact the memory of what just happened to me in that restroom is going to stick with me until the day I die" "We had to sedate you for safety reasons," Lucas explained. "We sedated you with an elephant dart," muttered one of the medics from behind Lucas. He whipped round to face them both. "You two can leave. Now," he told them. "How long was I out?" "Almost three days, we had to restrain you but I guess that didn't work once you woke up" Lucas said, smiling for the first time. "I'm just glad to see you awake. You scared us alot." "I scared the shit outta me too," I replied and tried to sit up. "So whats the damage?" "Just lay still, you still need to rest," Sara told me. "Ok," I laid back down. "But tell me the news." "Fine, but try to stay calm. After you ran to the restroom Lucas realized what was going on and activated the med team. He waited while you were in the cubicle but when you passed out he broke the door open and pulled you out. He said it was pretty obvious how you'd changed. You woke up before the med team arrived but then passed out again. Lucas had you moved to the observation room here but then you were thrashing around and moaning as the rest of the changes happened, so we sedated and restrained you. and that brings you up to date," Sara said squeezing my hand gently. "Thanks, but how have I changed?" I pressed them. "Well, as you guessed before you are now genetically a female like us" Sara said. "But unlike Lucas you have progressed to having full female sexual characteristics. skin, height, breasts, hips, the whole package." "John, I'm sorry this happened but we'll get through this. Just don't give up," Lucas lent over the bed and looked at me. "You'll be ok, I promise." I suddenly found myself fighting back tears, I hadn't cried since my dog was hit by a car when I was 8years old. I closed my eyes for a minute and composed myself. "Well, ok. Life's all amount new challenges, right? Is there a mirror in here?" I choked. "There is but I don't think you should get out of bed right now," Sara sounded concerned. "Have I lost my legs?" "Well, no. But..." said Sara. "Then show me where the mirror is," I said, leaving no room to doubt that I planned on getting up no matter what. I sat up in bed and felt an unfamiliar weight move on my chest. I tried to ignore it and pulled the covers back to reveal a pair of much shorter legs than I was used to, smoother and almost hairless. I swung round off the bed and landed heavily again on my new tiny feet. The movement on my chest distracted me again but i resisted the temptation to touch my chest. I walked slowly over to a full length mirror which was mounted on the wall of the room. I had my eyes closed as I stepped in front of the reflective surface. "If I pass out again, catch me," I said to Lucas. I put my head down, slowly opened my eyes and stared at my feet. They were much smaller than my feet used to be. Slightly more rounded, pale, creamy skin with the pale blue outline of the smaller veins criss- crossing under the surface. If they were on someone else I'd say my feet were....cute. I moved my eye line up to my lower legs. My ankles were thinner and flowed with a gentle curve into a pair of soft women's calves, on top of which sat a pair of knees that were way less defined than my old ones, with a little more meat around them than I was used to. I continued to my thighs and hips. They were, how do women say it, a little thick? They were strong and sturdy looking as I gently lifted the hem of the surgical gown I was wearing. I realized what I was just about to reveal if I continued to lift and so I stopped. I stared at my legs in silence. "Are you ok?"Sara asked as she came up behind me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. She was about 8 inches taller than me now and i felt like a little kid. "I can't do it. I know whats under there and I can't bring myself to look," I said in a soft breathy voice. "It's like if I don't see it, I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be ok." "I know exactly how you feel," Lucas said from his perch across the room. "It takes alot of guts to face the reality of a situation like this. When I changed sides, I had a lot of trouble at first but, like I said, I'm the same person where it counts and so are you." "Look, I know that I chose to change gender and I'm not exactly in the same position as you because I'm a Mech Pilot but it honestly not the worst thing being a woman, or seen as a woman," Sara told me. "You are just a strong as you always were, you're just a girl now." "I know but this is SO crazy, I'm scared that my brain will explode when i see myself," I whispered. Sara squeezed my shoulder again. "You'll be fine. Keep going." I began lifting the surgical gown again, but then stopped gathered by nerve and tore the gown off of my body. I stood in shock for a moment before continuing to appraise what the process had left me with. I could see a patch of curly blond pubic hair nestled between my legs. My thighs had enough size to obscure the view between them. I knew what was there, hiding between my thighs. I thought for a moment of opening my legs slightly to catch a glimpse of my new sex but instead i continued to move my gaze up my body. My hips felt enormous but taking a moment to really compare them to women I had been with i decided they were wide but not huge. I turned slightly in an unconsciously feminine manner and checked out my ass. Again at first it felt massive but realistically it was just suddenly bigger than I was used to. It was a nicely plump, round butt. If it was someone else's, I'd think it was sexy in its own way. I was desperately trying to keep everything in perspective but I was beginning to freak out. I stopped slowly considering myself a little at a time and pulled my focus back and looked at my new self in all it's glory. I saw my face for the first time. I had a roundish face with a small upturned nose and lips that were not what you'd call full but were a decent shape. My cheek bones were high but not too prominent because of the fullness of my cheeks. I had blond hair and green eyes now. My hair was not long but it seemed longer than it had been a few days ago. I look down and see why I could feel a tugging on my chest every time I moved. I now had a large set of breasts on my chest. In the mirror they looked large and full with big pink nipples standing out proudly in the cool AC of the med bay. But looking down my chest, they looked monstrous and blocked the view of my feet. I reached up and cupped my new breasts with my hands. They felt much heavier than I expected. "These things are huge!" I moaned and started to cry. "What the fuck am I suppose to do with these monsters sticking out of my chest? I won't be able to sleep on my front, let alone run without knocking myself out" The tears just poured out of me. Sara turned me away from the mirror and held me in an embrace as giant sobs wracked my body. "Shhhh Shhhh, It'll be ok. You'll get through this," Sara soothed me. Lucas came over and laid a warm hand on my shoulder. "We're here for you, for anything you need." I just cried and cried, I couldn't stop. Sara just held me and I could feel Lucas standing nearby. Eventually I was able to stop crying and all I could feel then was the breeze in the room on my bare skin and the odd sensation of my new breasts pressing into the Sara's chest. I opened my eyes and saw Lucas, "Can I go back to my room now? I don't want to be in the med bay anymore," I asked. Lucas nodded. "I think so, they did all the tests while you were asleep. I'll have them bring you some clothes." "Thank you" I began to sob again. This time I wasn't even sure why I was crying. I was just happy that Lucas and Sara was being so nice. Lucas bent down and picked up the remains of my gown. "You should cover up while I go get you something to wear." I pulled away from Sara and took the gown from Lucas. I noticed his eye dart down to my naked form but his face didn't give away his slip. He simply turned and left the room. I wrapped myself and walked over to the bed. It was higher than i felt i should be, I had to jump a little to get back into bed, which made my boobs jerk uncomfortably. I must have winced because Sara smiled. "You'll get used to them soon enough. Looks like you get to join me in the "Top heavy club". Sara joked, but I wasn't in the mood and just smiled weakly. "Aww come on, some girls would kill to have 'girls' like us!" Sara cupped her breasts and shook them for emphasis. "But I don't want to be a girl, let alone have "Girls like us". I said looking down at the huge boobs tenting out the front of the gown I was wearing. Lucas came back with some clothes for me. He handed me the neatly folded stack of standard issue black sweats. I took them and placed them on the hospital bed next to me. I dropped the tattered gown and began to put on the clothes. They felt slightly rough against my skin and the pants needed to stretch to fit around my widened hips and ass. I struggled for a second to pull the top down over my new assets and in the end resorted to bouncing gently to shake the material down over them. "What?" I was suddenly aware that Lucas was staring at me. He looked embarrassed at being caught, mumbled an apology and turned around. Sara just laughed a little. After I was dressed we walked back to my apartment. On the way I asked Lucas about Debbie. He told me that she was doing fine, adjusting slowly to her new body, but overall she was coping well. Lucas said that, if I felt up to it, we could go see her tomorrow. I was about to argue and tell him that I was fine and we could carry on as normal, but as i did, I noticed that i was walking hunched over with my arms wrapped around my body. I realized that i was subconsciously trying to hide my chest. I hadn't even known I was doing it and it shocked me. I had dealt with tougher things than this. I had been shot and tortured during my years with the military but I had never reacted like this. I felt defenseless, like I had been disarmed. We arrived at my door while i was thinking this. "Would you like us to come in?" Lucas asked. "No, I'd like to be alone. Thank you," I replied. Sara frowned, "Are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean, you're still in shock." She looked over to Lucas. "I agree. I think Sara should stay with you a while. I have....things to do but someone should be with you in-case you need help or just someone to talk to" Lucas said. I started to argue but realized that it would do no good and that they were right. I might need someone to talk to. So I just smiled weakly, opened the door and went inside, leaving the door open to allow Sara to follow me. I walked into my apartment and slumped down onto the sofa. My boobs bounced painfully. I reached up to cup them and lent forward so my hands and breasts were resting on my legs and my chin was almost resting on my knees. "We need to get you some bras," Sara said as the door closed behind her. She came and sat on the chair opposite me. "I don't think I'm ready for a bra just yet," I mumbled. "Ready or not, you're gonna get a lot of looks and not to mention backache if you go around with the girls hanging loose," She smiled. I sat up and moved my hands from my breasts. I felt like I was going to cry again so I tried to choke it back but i was only partly successful. I could feel my eyes fill with tears. "How do you cope with it?" I asked Sara. "I don't have anything to cope with anymore. This is who I am. I am a woman. Mostly," She replied. I shifted in my seat. The odd feeling of my sex pressing on the sofa was distracting. "But what about at the beginning, when you first changed?" Sara scooted forward in her chair. "Well, obviously, I chose to change and become female. So I'd thought about it long and hard. I had looked though all the information about the project and decided that it seemed the most intelligent way to approach the situation.I mean I was going to be loosing my genitals anyway and the procedure was made way more simple with the female anatomy." "But you never wanted to be a woman so I still must have taken some time to get used to it, right?" Sara looked embarrassed for a moment and then said, "I never wanted to be a woman, that's true but when the option was presented to me, I would be lying if i said i didn't peak my interest. I mean I already knew I would be loosing my junk, right? So no more sticking it to the ladies but, to be honest, Project Oliver kinda took the sparkle out of that. So when they said that It might be beneficial to change gender I just thought, 'I've been a man for almost 40 years, so why not take the opportunity to see what life is like on the other side?' After I changed, it was a little bit of a shock but not near what you're dealing with." "Almost 40?" I questioned. "You don't look older than 25." "An added benefit. The process corrects a lot of the genetic flaws as it goes and so you essentially get younger and age slower." "How did they do it to you?" "Kinda like what happened to you. Signed the paperwork, took a pill and sat in the med bay as my body changed and I became a female. It felt amazing and I must have cum about 20 times. When my boobs grew it was such a turn on, I didn't think I could feel so erotic. It was a trip to watch my cock and balls shrink and turn into a vagina. I took a bunch of pictures as the process ran its course. I still get horny when I look at them sometimes." "So you enjoy being a woman now?" "Like I said, I'm not strictly a woman. I don't have sex as a woman. I don't get periods and I can't have babies. But as far as looking like a woman, being treated as a woman and doing a lot of the things woman do? Yeah, I enjoy being a woman." "I'm not sure I am going to enjoy being a woman." I sulked and realized that I sounded exactly like a sulking teenage girl. "You just have to give it some time. I'm not saying you have to turn into a girly-girl straight away but this is you now and the more you fight it the harder it's gonna be for you. Just remember, who you are is not defined by whats between your legs. As men we get told that our identity is tied directly to our penises but that's not true. You are you no matter if you're a male or female. If you had been born a girl would you have not been interested in the military?" "Well, no, I think I would have still been interested," I mumbled. "Exactly. I've not been a man for 3 years now and I still like playing poker with the guys and watching football. I still drink beer and every time i catch a look at these babies when I'm getting out of the shower" She grinned, pushed her arms together and pushed her boobs out," I get a mental woody!" "So you're gay too?" "No....well, kinda....er... a little, I guess. I was a straight guy and when I changed, I tried sex with a guy, kinda. But I was still attracted to women. The feelings you get when plugged into the mech are like the best sex you ever had times ten. So at first when I was jacked into the mech and not concentrating on piloting, my mind was full of fantasies about hot women caressing and playing with my body. but as time when on i found myself thinking about men sometimes. I would think about a faceless man fucking the women as they played with me, then as time went on the men would touch me too, before i knew it there were less women and more men and finally I found I was thinking of a guys huge stiff cock in my mouth as I orgasmed in my mech." "But I don't wanna think about cocks in my mouth," I protested. "I'm not saying you do or will. Maybe I just had some subconscious lusts that I never realized before I changed? Look at Lucas, he's been technically female longer than I have. 'He' has a fully functioning pussy with all the hormones it produces. He has his period just like every other woman on the planet but, as far as I know, Lucas is a militant dyke, who has never even seen another man's dick up close. So if he didn't change preference there's no reason to think that you will." "I guess so. I've never had a gay thought in my life so I guess there's no reason to think that'll change," I said. "And to be honest, even as freaked out as I am, the sight of your tits is making me feel hot in my crotch." Sara smiled and lent forward to give me a better view down her cleavage. "So I make you wet do I? You naughty girl." Wet? I was wet! Suddenly I felt a wave of nausea,I started to think about what my new equipment was doing and I felt my face flush. "Are you ok? You look sick," Sara asked concerned. "I'm ok. I just had a mental flash of what going on in my pant right now and I felt a little sick." I smiled weakly. She stood and came and sat next to me putting her arm around my shoulder. It felt odd because she was bigger than me now, I felt like I was a child again but it felt nice just to have someone hold me. I began to think about how even a small thing like being hugged had changed and how much my reaction had changed too. If a woman as hot as Sara had put her arm around me a month ago I would be putting my moves on her and trying to get her into bed but now I was just enjoying the contact of a friend. This thought made my head spin again and I decided to change the subject. "You said you tried sex with a guy, kinda? How does that work?" I asked. "Well, there are a couple of girls around here that developed the same issue as Lucas but from the other side. I am friendly with one of them and when I first changed I asked her if she'd be interested in helping me out...in the name of science, of course." Sara grinned. "So this girl had a penis?" I clarified. Sara seemed to daydream for a moment and then answered, "Yeah, quite an impressive penis too. And don't even get me started on the rest of her body! Amazing!" "So you just asked her and she jumped into bed with you?" "Well, it was slightly more romantic than that but yeah. I mean, look at me, I'm fucking hot! Who wouldn't want a chance at this body?" Sara stood and did a twirl for emphasis. I couldn't help smiling and Sara caught me. "Ah ha!! I made you smile!!" Sara jumped excitedly. "Thats not fair. You're cheating, using your goofy ass against me," I protested. "My ass is not goofy. Tight? Yes. Sexy? Yes. Partially robotic? Yes. But goofy, it is not." Sara turned and shook her butt at me while rubbing it with her hand. I laughed. It was a nice sound and if the situation had been different the high, girlish sound of my laughter would have been welcomed but it made me stumble again mentally. This time however I was able to suck it up and not began to spiral down again. I guess I was beginning to get a grip on myself. All be it a minor victory. "Can I ask you a personal question?" I said to Sara. "What, more personal than what we've already been talking about? I'll do you a deal, I'll answer your personal question if you answer one for me." She was grinning. "But I go first." "Deal." "Ok. Sit up and put your hands on your knees," she said. I sat up and did what she said. "Ok. Clear your mind. Now focus and tell me how you feel." Sara's voice was quiet but firm. I suddenly realized what she was doing. She wanted me to do a personal eval. It was a combat technique for assessing personal injury. Don't look at yourself. Don't let your eyes freak out your mind. Just think about how you feel and make a no bullshit assessment of your situation. I cleared my mind and tried to focus. "I feel the weight of these things on my chest and pressing on my arms," I replied. "They're not 'things', they're your breasts. Stop fucking around and answer the question," Sara chastised me gently. I tried to focus. "I feel good. Great in fact. I feel extremely stressed but overall I feel great. Strong. My hearing is clearer and my vision seems sharper somehow." "Good. I just wanted you to be honest about how you feel physically. Aside from the stress, you're doing great," Sara said. I opened my eyes and Sara was crouched down in front of me. My eyes drifted to her ample cleavage again. "Hey, eyes up soldier!" Sara snapped jokingly. "Aww come on, that's not fair. You're doing it again." A mock sulked. "Sorry, I forget they're there sometimes and anyway this view should show you that breasts aren't all bad." She grinned. I looked down at where my breasts were pushing out the front of my sweat suit. "I'm not sure I'll ever forget they're there." "Ok, don't start moaning again. What was your question?" Sara asked. "It's kinda weird but how..." "Do I use the restroom?" Sara cut in. "Yes. Sorry do you get asked alot?" I said. "Not often, it seems to be one of the hardest questions for people to ask. But I'll have to disappoint you. I'm not going to answer that. It's a secret kept by all mech pilots and we never tell. You don't even find out until you've been inducted. It's a weird tradition but its just how it is. Sorry," Sara stated. "But I answered your question!" I protested. "Yeah, I know. Ask me another. I can't break that secret. Sorry," Sara apologized. I thought for a minute. "If you could go back to being a man right now, would you?" "No," Sara answered immediately. "I like my life as it is now. It has challenges and drawbacks but so did my male life. I'm happy as I am and I wouldn't go back." I was shocked by the speed of her answer, she hadn't even needed to think. "Ok," Sara said "I have one more question for you and then I'm gonna let you take a shower, because, honey, you stink right now." I sniffed myself. I did smell pretty bad. "You don't have to answer me right now but i do want an answer at some point," Sara continued. "Ok, you have just signed a contract which will earn you more money than you would have seen in your lifetime in the military. You have been rejuvenated and will probably live an extra 30years of perfect health. Your body is stronger, faster and more resilient than you could ever imagine. And all it cost you was your outward gender. So, would you go back if you could?" I opened my mouth to answer but Sara put her finger to my lips. "Don't answer me now. It's too soon," Sara said. I nodded my head and she took her finger away. "I think it's time I let you have a shower and clean up a little." Sara gestured towards the bathroom. "Yeah, I guess so. I need to pee too," I replied. "Well just remember to wipe front to back or you could give yourself an infection," Sara said. "Er, right." I could feel my face flush. "Are you gonna hang out a little or do you have to go?" "I can hang out for a while if you like but if you need 'help in the shower' you'll have to call Lucas," Sara teased. "Oh, jokes!" I replied sarcastically. "I'll be just fine on my own in the shower, thank you" Sara laughed and stood up to walk to the shower. Again, my center of gravity threw me off and i swayed in place for a moment while i corrected myself. I tried to regain my composure but i could see Sara trying not to laugh and that just made me feel stupid so I just straightened my sweat top and walked stiffly to bathroom. Once inside I realized that because of the huge mirror over the basin I would be getting another eyeful of my changed body. I considered putting off having a shower but then again, I'd been laying in a hospital bed for three days. I smelt pretty funky and felt gross. In the end I decided that I was not going to let this get the better of me. Like Sara said, I was still me. Just a different shell. In the marines, I reasoned, I'd been willing to risk my life and possible disability for my country. I was not going to let the loss of manhood prove that I was lacking in balls. I reached down, yanked my sweatshirt up and over my head, well, that was what I tried to do. What I actually did was pull my top up as hard as I could, which got caught on my boobs and wrapped around my head, causing me to stumble into basin and knock everything over. There was a loud crash as I fell on my ass. As I untangled myself from my clothing, I heard Sara knock on the door. "Are you ok in there?" she asked. "Yes, I'm fine. I just knocked some stuff over." I sat on the floor and looked down at my huge boobs, sticking out from my chest. "You're not winning any friends here," I said to them. "What? I can't hear you?" Sara asked. "Oh, nothing! I was just talking .....to....my boobs." I trailed off. I could feel my face flush. "Don't worry about it, I do that sometimes too," Sara called back with a giggle. I stood up and continued to get undressed. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants. I turned on the shower and climbed in. The water felt amazing on my skin and i yawned and stretched to try and relax my tense muscles. I arched my back and almost jumped out of my skin when i felt my sensitive nipples press against the ice cold tile of the wall of the shower. "Gawd dammit!" I shrieked and covered my breasts with my arms while jumping back and colliding with the shower door. "What the hell are you doing in there?" Sara called from the other room. "Honestly, I'm not sure! I never thought I would ever fail at showering," I called back. "Well, it sounds like you're fighting someone in there. So calm down before I call security!" Sara joked. I started to laugh. This was ridiculous. I decided that closing my eyes was not helping in the slightest. I took my shower gel and a sponge and began to lather my body. The shower gel smelled too strong and i wondered why I hadn't noticed it before. The sponge felt rough and I decided to try and get another as soon as I could. Washing my new curves was weird by pleasant. I tried to imagine that I was in the show with a girlfriend and I was washing her body instead. This helped a little but the feeling I was getting from where I was touching myself were almost too much. I was washing my breasts and I could my small hands rubbing over the tight, soft skin of my boobs. My nipples were hard as rocks and as i massaged my chest I could feel my crotch getting hot and moist. I began to massage them slower and occasionally run my hands down my sides and stomach. Still locked in the fantasy of playing with an un-named girlfriend, my legs began to feel weak and I started to shiver. I reached up and took my large stiff nipple between my fingers and pinched it a little. The electric shock that shot from my nipple directly to my pussy almost knocked the wind out of me and compleatly destroyed my fantasy. I was suddenly brought crashing back to the reality that I was playing with MY breasts, masturbating in the shower. I took a knee as my feelings smashed into me one after another. I shouldn't have breasts! But that was amazing! I am a man! My pussy is SO wet! I should be playing with my cock! That was better than any orgazam as a man and I didn't even cum yet! I don't want to be a woman! I want to feel what it's like to touch my pussy! I'm not a faggot! I'm not gay, I'm a woman. stupid! Being a woman is fine! Woman can be strong warriors too! I'm stronger than I ever was as a man! I'm a woman with super powers! I'm a woman with super powers! I stood and said it out loud. "I'm a woman with super powers!" "Seriously, what the fuck are you doing in there, super-woman? Sara called from outside the door. I turned to the open the door and accidently pulled it off of its hinges. I stood, dripping wet, flushed and holding the remains of the door in my hand. Sara had fallen back onto her ass and was staring up at me in fear. "I think I just had a break through..," I grinned. "Or a nervous break down. I'm not sure. But I suddenly feel alot more positive about this all!" "Can you put the door down? You're scaring the shit out of me," Sara said quietly. I suddenly notice how terrorfied Sara looked. I dropped the door. "Oh my god, Sara I'm so sorry. I'm ok. I'm not loosing it. I'm fine, honesty," I was babbling as I move towards her to help her up. Sara put up a hand to stop me. "Ok, ok. You just took me by surprise. I heard you moaning and then shouting at yourself then you bust through the door. I thought you'd lost your shit like the male Mech pilots. It just threw me off thats all." I stopped moving towards Sara. "I'm ok, I promise. I just got to thinking in the shower and I, just kinda, had a epiphany. Being a woman is not what I wanted to but I can do it, it's like a starting a new life. But with superpowers. I'm gonna be the best super powered woman you guys have ever seem, even if I am short." I tried to look confident but not threatening. "Wait....did you say I was moaning?" "Yeah, you were moaning quite loudly for a while, at first I thought you were upset but then I realized what you must be doing in there," Sara replied, dusting herself off. I felt my face blush. "I....I was....I didn't.... I wasn't..." I just trailed off. "It's ok," Sara said "it was pretty much the first thing that I did after I changed. How did you like it? Good huh?" "I didn't touch my vag...I wasn't....I don't think I finished," I stammered. We stood in silence for a moment. I became aware of the breeze on my drying flesh. My hand flew to cover my crotch as I span around to grab a towel. I was so embarrassed I thought I would die on the spot. "Oh for fuck sake," I moaned. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm insane, screaming at you in the nude and pulling doors off the wall." Sara just laughed. "It's ok. I like this situation way better than a minute ago when I thought you were going to kill me." I was shocked. "You thought I was going to kill you? I would never...." Sara cut me off. "I know but for a split second I got scared you weren't you anymore." "I'm still me, Sara. I just look different now," I said. "I'm glad you've realized that." Sara smiled broadly. I sat down on the toilet and I felt an odd combination of tired but energized. Like i was wired with little spark plugs all over my body. I thought about how I felt. I felt great! Positive. Looking forward to the future. I was amazed at the turn around in my mental state. I wondered If this was a part of the change. While I was thinking, I realized something else. "I need to pee," I said to Sara. She stared at me for a second, then turned away and headed towards the lounge. "Oh right, sorry," she muttered. I stood up to lift the toilet seat and then began to turn around to pee. I caught myself and lifted the towel and sat back down. I sat there for a moment and tried to pee. It felt different and I couldn't get it to start at first but then it let rip. The force of the flow startled me and it sputtered for a moment but then resumed. I took a bunch of toilet paper from the roll and wiped front to back as Sara had instructed. I stood up, picked up the robe from the floor and put it on. It was huge and drug on the floor. Damn, was I really that small now? I walked back to the lounge. Sara was sitting on the sofa. I sat down next to her and without thinking I reached over and hugged her. She stiffened with surprise for a moment and then relaxed and hugged me back. "I'm really sorry I scared you, I just got carried away," I whispered. Sara pulled away slightly. "It's ok. I would just hate to see you spiral down like some of the other guys" She looked sad."We've lost a lot of good men to psychiatric breaks over physical changes. It's never easy to watch or even be around." "Well, that's not gonna be me. I'm not happy about my changes but I'll get over it. I promise," I said proudly. "Can you promise to stop whining about it too?" Sara replied with a smirk. "I don't whine," I pouted. "Wait, that sounded really whiny, didn.t it?" "Yeah, you're gonna have to work on that. You've sounded like a pissed off teenager since you woke up," Sara laughed. I jumped up. I looked down at myself. "Thats a good point, how old do I look now?" Sara looked me up and down. "Er, about 17 or 18 I guess." Great, I thought, I don't just sound like a teenage girl, I look like one too. I went back and sat on the couch. "So what do I do now? Where do we go from here?" I asked Sara. "Dunno, how about an action movie?" Sara replied as she reached for the remote and started to flick through channels. on the TV. I was surprised but a movie sounded pretty good right now. We sat and watched a Sci-fi movie with Matt Damon. It was a pretty good action movie and we enjoyed it. We ordered a pizza and some beer. It felt good to do something normal after the weird day, or days I'd had. As the night wore on I we both began to feel tired. Sara said she would sleep on the sofa, just in case I needed her in the night. I tried to protect but Sara was insistent. She told me that she'd rather make sure I was ok than go home right now. I thanked her, found a spare blanket and pillow and went to my room. I thought about what I would sleep in and looked around the room. I found one of my old t-shirts from the previous days. dropped the robe off my shoulders and slipped into the t-shirt. It was kinda smelly but it would do for tonight. I retrieved the boxers from the bathroom floor and slipped them on too. They were stretched tight across my butt and hips but the idea of sleeping naked didn't feel right. I crawled into bed, which now felt bigger and thought about the day. Before I'd started to really examine the details I slipped into a deep sleep.