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My new life by Angela Collins.
Preamble.
In 2035 a virus swept the world killing nine out of ten females. Males
were unaffected by this and doctors and scientists were unable to halt
its spread or determine who would be affected and who would be spared.
The virus raged for about a year and affected all of society, both rich
and poor and young and old. Many predicted the end of the human race as
it was feared that if all women died there would be no future
generations.
However, after a year, the situation stabilised and the women that
survived were deemed to have some kind of immunity to the disease. Of
course, there were enormous social consequences as now nine out of ten
men had no partners or were unlikely to ever have them. Women caught
alone were often abducted by groups of men and kept prisoner for their
private use. Many women took to hiding in their homes with protection
from their male family members. Rich men offered high price dowries for
women prepared to marry them.
The governments of all countries reviewed the situation and acted
according to the need of their individual nations. In the UK, the
government met over several months and produced the "Restoration of
equality Bill," 2035. The Bill established the right of a man to a
partner, and the proposed way in which this could be achieved over the
next twenty years. Male Homosexuality, was to be encouraged. Lesbianism
was to be outlawed and punishable by forced prostitution. Any male
displaying any signs of femininity was to be encouraged down the path to
a complete sex-change. These measures, it was estimated, would cut the
ratio of men without partners to about seven to one. In order to further
reduce the deficit, it was agreed that three boys out of ten would be
selected at random, aged thirteen, to be changed into girls as far as
possible. These NGGs (Non Genetic Girls) would have husbands, become
pregnant using the eggs from fertile women and the sperm from their
husbands and rear the next generation. The program would be self-funding
as the NGGs would be purchased by their husbands at state auctions. The
GGs also could get married after they had given at least five of their
eggs to the program.
The right to vote was restricted to men again and the possibility of
rape within marriage was no longer recognised.
Chapter 1.
Today is my sixteenth birthday. Today is the day my new life starts.
This is the day my future husband will buy me at auction. I hope I get a
good price as although most of the money raised goes to pay for my
conversion and training my father will get ten percent of the sale
proceeds. There are not many girls left in my class now as most of the
NGGs have already been sold into marriage and almost all the GGs have
started on their egg donation programs.
I look in my bedroom mirror and make an assessment. I have nice breasts,
36c, small waist, 24 inches and a nicely curvaceous bottom, 36 inches. I
am told I am quite pretty and should fetch a good price and get bought
by a good provider. I hope I find him attractive as I will have to sleep
with him tonight and I have no idea if I can do that. Of course, we have
all had the sex-education classes and practiced with the dildos, but it
won't be the same as having a big man thrusting into you. I keep on
having these flashbacks to when I was boy, and wondering what my life
would have been like had I not been selected. In one way, I am lucky, I
would have an easy life. My husband would be rich and I would not have
to work, down the mines, in the factories or fields. I would only have
two duties, to look after my husband's needs and rear our children.
Chapter 2. My thirteenth birthday.
My father wished me luck as I headed off to school wearing long trousers
with my school blazer. Today, I would find out the results of the
lottery. I would either return to my parents tonight dressed as I was,
or never be wearing trousers again. After assembly, we went to our
homeroom class. Mr Gibbs took the register and then called me to the
front. He explained to the class that as it was my thirteenth birthday
today, he had the envelope that would say if I was chosen or not. So
far, this year three other boys had been called to the front, and none
of them had been selected. In what seemed to take forever, he slowly
opened the envelope and then announced to the class, that I had been
selected for the program and would be starting a new school at the end
of term, but from tomorrow onwards would be wearing the girls' uniform
and have a new name. Anyone teasing or bullying me would face severe
punishment. This was a big occasion for the school as I was the first to
be selected and a big honour for me. He then wished me luck as a girl
and told me to go and sit back in my place.
At lunchtime, I was told to go and see the headmaster and whilst in his
study was introduced to a doctor, who gave me a large injection in my
arm.
The rest of the day was a blur. Ann, one of the three girls in the
class, with whom I was quite friendly said she was really happy for me
and that I would love being a girl. She also thought and hoped we would
be going to the same school next year. She also offered to come over to
my house tonight and help me with my uniform. I mumbled
unenthusiastically, "thank you," which she obviously took to be a 'yes.'
"I'll get my dad to bring me over later," she said as we parted.
As I was walking home, I was thinking, "Is this the last time I'll be
allowed out alone?"
When I got home, Dad was already there and had heard the news. He
greeted me with, "We can fight this, son." I replied, "No, dad, I don't
want you to go to jail, they'll win in the end anyway, what's the point
in fighting?"
"Has my new uniform arrived yet?"
"Yes," he replied, "it's on your bed, and apparently your new name is
Angela."
"Ann is coming over to help me with it later"
"That's nice of her. It'll give me a chance to speak to Jim about what
it's like having a daughter!"
Chapter 3. The first evening.
The doorbell rang shortly after six in the evening. Dad opened it to
find Ann and her father, Jim, on the doorstep. He invited them in and
Ann and I went upstairs to my bedroom immediately.
"Ooh," said Ann. "It stinks of boy in here. We'll have to chuck out a
lot of things, but let's try out your uniform for tomorrow first. What's
your new name?"
"Angela," I replied.
"Okay, Angela, you're a girl now. You'll find out that girls have far
more fun than boys. For a start we can wear all sorts of pretty clothes
that boys can't and also we are guaranteed to get married and have
children, whereas only about half the boys will.
Now, I think first we'll see what you look like in your uniform and then
we'll do some sorting out of your cupboards, sort out what needs to be
chucked out and make a list of the things you need to buy."
Ann told me to get completely undressed. She told me not to worry as she
had brothers and what I had would be no surprise to her, besides which
it wouldn't be working any longer. I had already started to have
erections and was worried that I might have one in front of Ann but she
explained that the injection I had had earlier would have fixed me
already.
While I was undressing Ann was unpacking my new clothes. I stood in my
underpants in front of her and she said "Those things will have to go,
put this on." She gave me a white lacy elasticated panty corselet and I
put it on. "Good, you don't have much hair on your legs, so you don't
need to shave them tonight, but you should do them in the next couple of
days"
"Tuck those bits backwards and push them in," she instructed me pointing
to my nether regions. "Much better, now you are flat, just like me."
"Next your bra." It was white padded and long line. It had a strong
elastic round the waist that met at the top of my panties. It pulled my
waist in snugly. She helped me to do up the back and adjust the shoulder
straps.
"Now your tights, be careful not to ladder them. Form one leg into a
doughnut like this, then stand on one leg and slip it over your foot,
gently pulling it up your leg. It takes practice but you'll soon get
used to it. You'll be doing it for the rest of your life anyway. That's
good, now do the other leg."
At this point I nearly fell over but she steadied me and I was soon
encased in black tights.
"Now your blouse," she said passing me a blue cotton pin striped shirt.
I put it on and immediately had trouble trying to do up the buttons.
"What's wrong with the silly thing?" I said.
"Nothing is wrong with it. Boys shirts button up the wrong way round, so
you're not used to it."
Next she handed me a grey box pleated skirt, which she explained I had
to put on, do up the button and zip and then turn it so the zip was at
my left side. The Mary-Jane shoes with a two inch heal followed and I
obediently put them on.
A make-up box had also been provided and Ann sat me in front of a mirror
and explained what she was doing as she applied foundation, blusher,
eye-liner and lipstick to my face. Then finally she produced a shoulder
length medium brown wig (the same colour as my natural hair) and put it
on my head. She fluffed it up and brushed it out and I could not believe
that the pretty girl sitting in front of the mirror was me.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go and show your dad what a pretty daughter
he has."
"Do you really think I'm pretty," I said.
"Oh yes," she replied. "Not that it matters much. The guys are all so
sex starved, they will settle for anything!"
We went downstairs and Jim immediately said, "You're a lucky man, she's
very pretty and should fetch a good price in the auction, you'll be
rich!"
Dad was not usually the hugging kind but obviously he now saw me as his
daughter and opened his arms to me, cuddling me to his chest. It felt
nice.
Ann and her father than left with Ann's parting words being "Wear the
silk pink nightie to bed tonight, you'll love it" and "See you in school
tomorrow, we'll go shopping with the rest of the gang at the weekend and
get you some clothes."
Chapter 4. My first day at School as a girl
The next morning, it felt very strange getting dressed in my new school
clothes. Normally, I would go to school on the bus but Dad said that it
would be safer if he took me from now on as there had been cases of
girls being abducted on their way to school and he did not want that to
happen to me. From now on I must never be out on my own and always be
with at least two other friends for security. If I did not have friends
to come home with in the evening I must wait at school and phone for him
to pick me up.
He dropped me off at the school gates and I was immediately greeted by a
group of girls who I had previously hardly spoken to. At the same time
my previous 'buddies' ignored me completely or were tongue tied when
they spoke to me. I could see some of the boys looking at my legs in my
short skirt and I tried to pull it down further.
In class I sat with the other girls and found myself a lot more
attentive than I had been as a boy. At lunch I sat with the girls and
was soon joining in with their conversation as if I had been a girl all
my life. This puzzled me a bit but one of the girls explained that the
shot I had been given yesterday also had a sort of 'girl conditioning'
in it, to help me fit in.
Chapter 5. The next two years
At the start of the next school year all the girls went to a new school
and the boys to a different one. Over the next few months my body was
developing nicely and when I compared myself to the other girls in the
communal showers while showering after sports, I could see my breasts
were just as pretty as any of the other girls. I was worried about the
little piece of flesh than hung down between my legs and the bits either
side of it. It looked ugly and I wanted to get rid of it and be just
like the other GGs. Of course, there were many other NGGs like myself
and I think most of us felt the same way, although there were a few who
still stupidly wished they were boys.
When I was about 14 I was called to the medical centre for what I
thought would be a routine check- up. I had to undress completely and
lie on a couch which had stirrups at one end to hold my knees up and
spread apart. The doctor came in and examined me between the legs. He
gave me an injection and I felt euphoric and dreamy. After that I did
not care much about anything but I think he was doing some sort of
operation cutting and sewing up. I then spent the next twenty four hours
in a hospital bed and was then allowed to leave. I had been castrated
and 'tidied' up down there. All I now had left was a very shrunken
penis, which had been tucked back and sewn in place. My pretty panties
now fitted me so much better!
School continued and I was considered one of the 'brighter' pupils and
was also well liked by my peers.
On my fifteenth birthday, I went to hospital and stayed about a week.
When I left body was indistinguishable from any GG and I was told that
only a doctor doing a close examination would know the difference. I was
delighted and practiced dilation with the glass dildos I had been given
and longed for the day when I would be able to try out my new parts
properly.
The next year went quickly. I finished my studies. Girls now only
studied till sixteen as they would then become mothers and homemakers so
further education was considered a waste. I had excelled in all the
important subjects like cooking, homemaking, child-rearing, book-
keeping, dressmaking and design. It was generally felt that I would be a
good 'catch' in the market place and combined with the fact that I was
good looking and a virgin too should get a good price.
Nevertheless, as my sixteenth birthday approached I felt increasingly
nervous. What would the man with whom I was expected to spend the rest
of my life, be like? I hoped he would love me and be kind to me and not
beat me. I had heard some terrible stories of some marriages that had
gone horribly wrong for the women. Sometimes, the girls felt no
attraction to their husbands and were consequently beaten and raped into
submission. Some committed suicide as the only way out for them. I hoped
I would not be one of them.
Chapter Six. The auction.
I dressed carefully that morning. My clothing was proscribed. I had to
wear a white lacy bustier and knickers (the symbols of virginity) with
black stockings with lacy tops and black four inch high heels. My makeup
was to be sexy but not garish and my hair to hang long and loose. I
could wear a coat to go to the auction but would appear on the block in
only my underwear and heels. Unlike, some auctions, I would not be
required to parade nude. I was to be lot two. The higher valued items
were usually sold at the start, so it was quite an honour to be so high
up the list. I just hoped I would attract a lot of bidders and get a
good price for my father to be proud of me.
Lot one sold well and got a very good price. She left the block and I
was then urged forward to stand and display myself sexily to the leering
men present. We had learnt how to stand for an auction in our deportment
classes but it is never the same when you have hundreds of men gawking
at you. Some are there for the spectacle and have no thought of bidding
whatsoever, but from the look in their eyes it is clear what they would
like to do with me.
The auctioneer started his patter. "Lot 2. Angela. A lovely NGG. Virgin.
36, 24, 36. Just look at those lovely curves. Good pedigree, transformed
from 14th Birthday. Graduated top of class in all the homemaking skills.
Well-trained should make a fine wife. Should keep a man nice and warm in
bed. What am I bid?" The first bid was quite high and the price quickly
rose to a million, suddenly it was all over and I had been sold.
I was not sure who had bought me but I was ushered off the podium and
the bidding started on the next girl.
My father was there to greet me and give me back my coat so I could
cover myself up again. He said, "Angela, I'm so proud of you, you got a
really good price" and gave me a big hug. "I think the man who bought
you is a very rich industrialist called James. If you please him, you
should be well set up. We have to now get you chipped as his property
and then I have to deliver you to his house later."
We went to the place where an electronic 'chip' was inserted into my
arm. This was to protect me from abduction so I could be quickly
recovered should someone try to kidnap me. It also would allow my owner
to catch me if I was foolish enough to attempt to escape from him. I was
then delivered to my new home.
It was beautiful, a huge house in white with lovely gardens and a
swimming pool. The manservant, told me that my owner would be back at
six o'clock and that I would be expected to be waiting for him by the
front door wearing just what I had on when sold to him. He would then
take me to bed. If I pleased him we would be married the next morning
and I would then be recognised as his wife. If I did not please him,
then I might be re-sold or just kept as property. When we went to the
bedroom together, I was to remove my knickers, bare my breasts, but not
remove my corset or shoes and lie on my back on the bed with my legs
spread for him to enter me.
I waited in trepidation for my man to arrive. As the clock in hall
chimed six, his fast Italian Sports car drew up outside the door. When
it opened, I was pleased to see that he was very handsome and I felt
sure I could make love to him.
He looked at me and said "Angela, my dear, I am sure you are very
nervous, I will try and be as gentle and kind to you as I can be." He
came up to me and we kissed. It was lovely and just like in those old
black and white movies I could feel my right leg raise itself off the
ground. If this was what kissing was like I could not wait for him to
possess me completely.
We made our way to the bed room and I lay submissively on the bed as
instructed, whilst he undressed. I could not believe the size of his now
very erect penis and wondered how it would ever fit inside me.
He climbed on top of me and after lots of kissing and fore-play, entered
me. Initially, it felt very tight, but as he rocked back and forwards,
my body started tingling from head to foot. I began to love the feeling
of him thrusting up inside me. I felt so lucky, I was going to love
being his wife. We both came with a shuddering climax and I felt my
vagina fill with his sperm. I was now truly a woman and could not wait
to have his babies.
He was exhausted and quickly asleep. So I covered us both with the
bedclothes and snuggled up against him but I did not sleep well as I
could feel his sperm oozing out of me creating an uncomfortable 'wet
spot'. Still, I did not want to get out of bed as I could not bear the
thought of leaving him.
The next morning we made love again and he formally proposed to me. I,
of course, accepted, delighted that he was as happy with me as I was
with him. We showered and got dressed. I was amazed to find the
cupboards were all filled with lots of wonderful, perfectly fitting
designer clothes. He instructed me to wear red today for our wedding as
it symbolized I was no longer a virgin. So I wore a very attractive red
skirt and jacket. The ceremony was to be at eleven o'clock and I could
invite as many people as I wanted to in that time. I invited, my father
and Ann and a few other friends from school, but there really was not
enough time to invite many. I thought it would be a good idea for James
to meet Ann as she had kindly agreed to let me have one of her eggs, so
I could have a baby.
We were married and I was now a happy wife, with status in society.
James was keen that I should get pregnant as soon as possible and a
month later, with one of Ann's eggs and James sperm, I had a baby
growing inside me. Even though, I was a NGG, I was going to enjoy all
the pleasures of giving birth and motherhood. Who would have thought
that at one time, I had been a normal thirteen year old boy and now I
was near to being a GG as it was physically possible. The ultimate proof
would be me being bearing a child.
James and I both hoped she would be a girl. Time would tell, one thing
was certain, I was truly glad I had been selected to become a girl and
not have to suffer hard labour down the mines or in the fields. I was
well set up for life.
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