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The ?migr? by Emma Scott 17th September 2014 I scuttled down the alley, trying to keep ahead of the snatch squad. I thought I was reasonably safe, they were looking for girls, but you could never be too careful. I was heading for the entrance to the sewer system, I knew I'd be able to give them the slip in there, they never went down unless they were looking for someone in particular. I turned right, down a side alley, and was about a hundred metres from the grating when a second squad suddenly appeared around a turn in front of me. I spun round to run back the other way but was hit by the beam of a stunner. "Damn! It's not a girl," I heard one of them say as I fell, I thought they would just leave me there for the effects to wear off. "It don't matter, he's small enough that they might make the same mistake you did, when we hand him over to BuCol," one of the others said. "A body's a body, and we need to fill our quota." I hated it when people mistook me for a girl, I had thought that when I hit puberty it might change when I could grow a beard. For some reason even after they dropped I still had a baby smooth chin, and now here I was aged twenty and still not a sign of bum fluff. At one hundred and fifty five centimetres and forty two kilos I was often mistaken for a girl (that's five foot one and ninety two pounds, six stone eight if you prefer). I must admit it had helped sometimes, people were reluctant to hit a girl, even a pickpocket like me. From the way my face had hit the ground I was actually grateful they were taking me in, I was sure I'd broken something and that was the only way for a street bum like me to get medical attention. Of course I couldn't feel anything, the stunner had disrupted my nervous system. Even if I hadn't broken any bones the returning feeling would be like the worst case of pins and needles you can imagine, multiplied a million fold, all over my body. They stuck a skyhook on me and one of the squad towed me to their truck as the others carried on with the sweep. I was slung in with three girls they had already caught, they were paralysed from stunner shots too. There was going to be a lot of screaming at BuCol when the paralysis wore off. I know, I'd been stunned once before, and I wasn't looking forward to sensation returning. At least it was the Bureau of Colonisation that had grabbed me, the size I was I was a very unlikely colonist, I was sure that they would just patch me up and kick me back out the door. A short time later, probably only twenty minutes but it felt longer, they threw another couple of girls in with us, the rest of the squad got in the front and the truck lifted. It was full on sensory deprivation, it was pitch black, I couldn't feel a thing and there was only the low hum of the grav motors for sound. By the time they dumped us in the holding cell at BuCol the girls were starting to moan a bit, all bar the last two they had put in the truck. For my part the pins and needles were the least of my problems, from the feeling starting to come back into my face it felt like I'd broken my jaw. When we all started twitching uncontrollably we were hit with a low intensity stasis field, that was so that we didn't hurt ourselves, or each other, as we thrashed around from muscle spasms. We still had all of the pain, and throats were screamed raw, but our movements were damped down to a feeble twitching. "Jeez! Where are the search teams getting these from? We'll be lucky if half of them are suitable to train as colonial entertainers," I heard someone say. "Best get that one seen to, looks like she smashed her face when they hit her with the stunner. Not that that is anything unusual, I sometimes think they hurt them deliberately." "Wouldn't surprise me, these lowlife scum don't realise we're doing them a favour shipping them out to the colonies, and the sterilisation is reversible if they ever find some poor fool that wants to marry them. That's got to be better than breeding themselves into extinction here on Earth." "Yeah, well we'd better get that stupid bitch off to the 'doc, don't want them to think we can't do our jobs." They came into the cell, waving stun batons around to keep us back, as if we could do anything we were all still suffering the after effects of the stunner. "Grab her," one of them said. The other one reached out and to my surprise grabbed me. I tried to tell them I was male but I could do nothing but grunt in pain because of my broken jaw. The one that grabbed me hit me with a slapshot, it must have been a sedative as everything went all fuzzy and the pain from my jaw faded a bit. They dumped me onto a gurney and wheeled me into the 'doc. "Best punch in some enhancements, otherwise the poor flat chested bitch won't even get enough customers to survive," I heard one of them say as they closed the door. After a few moments the gurney wheeled me around to an area where my clothes were removed with robotic precision and my whole body was scrubbed with an antiseptic smelling liquid. My skin felt oddly numb and raw at the same time afterwards. All of my things were dumped into the waste chute, not that I had much more than the clothes I had been wearing, you don't tend to gather many possessions living on the streets, but everything I did have was in the pockets of my clothes. Including my ID card. I was then wheeled into the centre of the room where the 'doc hung from the ceiling like a giant metal spider. I was bathed in violet light as the anaesthetic came on and I could feel it's effects immediately as I started to lose sensation in my hands and feet. Within seconds I was completely numb and starting to lose consciousness. Just before I did I heard a robotic voice say, "Repairing fractured mandible and implementing full beautification programme." Then the metal arms sprang to life. I came to lying in a hospital bed, you can always tell by the archaic thick, crisp, white linen sheets. I was immobilised, under a pain suppressor field, by a low level stasis field. "Welcome to BuCol, miss, whilst you are at this facility you will be given full training for a useful and happy life as an entertainer in one of the many colony worlds opening up on the frontier. We hope you find your new life fulfilling," a disembodied voice said. Miss? Did they still think I was a girl? New life as an entertainer? There was only one role for female "entertainers" in the colonies, that was to provide relief for the male colonists who didn't have a wife yet. They still thought I was a girl and they were going to train me as a whore. I had to try and let someone know they had made a mistake. A short time later a human nurse came doing the rounds, checking the machines monitoring me. I tried to get her to understand that I wasn't a girl but could not move my jaw and all I managed was some grunting. "Don't worry sweetie, your jaw is wired together so that the fracture can heal properly, you must be in pain, I'll dial in some extra pain relief for you." She turned a knob on one of the machines. The world went away again. I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to this time I was able to move and I hurt in places I shouldn't have from just a broken jaw. My whole face was painful and my chest was tender and felt odd. I tried to adjust my position in bed and felt a weird sensation from my chest, something moved. I looked down and saw that the front of my hospital gown bulged outwards. I pulled the neck open and looked, I was shocked to see a large pair of breasts. I found myself cupping them and estimating their size to be about a D. Then I remembered the 'doc saying full beautification programme, what had they done to me? Hurriedly I felt between my legs, I felt a flood of relief as my hand unerringly found my cock and balls. I held them as tears ran down my face. I was sobbing uncontrollably when the nurse showed up again. "Don't worry sweetie, it won't be as bad as you think." Again I tried to tell her the problem, and again all I managed was some ineffectual grunting. "You're still in pain, aren't you sweetie," she said turning the knob. I felt the analgesia wash over me and my body relaxed involuntarily. I tried to pull the gown up to show her I had the wrong equipment for an entertainer but my arms refused to move and I drifted off to sleep. I awoke to find a nurse fussing with the bed. "Good you are awake, it's time to start your training." She put an education helmet on my head, they call it a helmet but it looks more like a hair net. For about half an hour random thoughts flashed into my mind, thoughts about shoes, skirts, eye-shadow, lipstick, hairspray. Suddenly it all fell into place and I instinctively knew how to make myself attractive to men, what clothes to wear, how to do my hair, how to do my make-up, everything. The nurse came back and removed the helmet. "There you go honey, you have just had your first lesson to prepare you for your new life." She turned to go. I grunted through the wires holding my jaw closed. She turned back. "Are you still in pain honey?" She said. I just lifted the hem of my hospital gown. "Oh!" She said in shock. "I'll get Sister." She rushed off. She came back with the nursing Sister who lifted my gown with no thought to my modesty. "Someone has made a mistake! There is nothing we can do except report the problem. Someone higher up will have to sort this out, we will just have to carry on with the education programme until they do. Sorry sweetie, I'm sure this will all be sorted out soon." They both just walked away. "Make a note on her chart that the temporary sterilisation procedure will have to be changed from female to male." A little later the nurse came back. "I'm really sorry honey, I've heard of this happening before but I've never ever seen it happen here. Just try and make the best of it, Sister has already informed management and I'm sure they will sort it out soon." She helped me with a protein drink, pretty much all I could eat until my jaw healed. "The last case I heard of was given a huge compensation settlement, and allowed to pick the colony they wanted to go to. So it might just be for the best after all." I thought about that, loads of credit and my choice of colony world. That didn't sound so bad, at least I wouldn't be sent to Hel or Loki, petty much the two worst colony planets out there. Hel was a frozen ball of rock and only colonised because of the massive mineral wealth, everyone lived underground and worked in the mines. Loki was almost as bad but at least you could live above ground for part of the 732 day year, and the days were 32 hours long. Loki had an eccentric orbit, scorching hot in summer, ice age cold in winter but spring and autumn were viable growing seasons. It too had vast mineral wealth, but with the added benefit that it was pretty self-sufficient in food. Given the choice I thought I'd quite like New California, beautiful weather and beautiful people. It too had mineral wealth but you could grow crops all year long. It was something to look forward to. I drifted off to sleep dreaming of staking a claim in paradise. They must have been keeping me under a sedation field because I only seemed to be conscious when they wanted to feed or train me. Feeding just involved helping me suck on a straw to get the nutrition past my wired jaw, and the training was less complicated. They just put the helmet on my head and left me for half an hour. Over the next three days they repeated the first lesson until I was sure I could fix my hair, do my make-up and put my clothes on standing on one leg with one hand tied behind my back in the dark. On the fourth day I tried to ask the nurse if there was any news. Eventually she understood what my mumbling and grunting meant. "Sorry sweetie, there's been no news yet. You start your next lesson tomorrow, deportment and etiquette. Don't worry though sweetie I'm sure it'll be all sorted before you have to learn the entertainment side of the job." That was a worrying thought, what would I do if it wasn't? There didn't seem to be anything I could do, they just came along and stuck that damned helmet on my head and I knew whatever it was they were teaching me. I just had to pray they did fix the error. The next day the nurse came and put the helmet on my head as usual, within half an hour I knew how to walk like a pro, and how to carry myself in respectable company, not that an entertainer would move in those circles. For the first time, when the nurse came back, I was told to get out of bed and put on the clothes she had brought me. I looked at what was there, a black lacy half cup bra and panties, fishnet tights, black PVC mini skirt, low cut white silk vest top and five inch spike heeled strappy shoes. The classic uniform of a colony entertainer. I tried to complain and after a few mumbles the nurse said, "Look I'm sorry honey I don't make policy, but you are at this point in time being trained as an entertainer, and these are what you have been given to wear during your education. You had to skip the practical session for the make-up as your face hasn't healed enough yet, but we can't let you off from the deportment session. You can walk after all. Now come on it won't be that bad and you can forget all about it as soon as this mix up is sorted out." I reluctantly put on the clothes, first the bra and knickers. As soon as I put those on everything felt a lot better, I can't explain why, it just did. I slipped the fishnets up my silky smooth legs and as I did I wondered when I had been depilated. Next I pulled up the skirt and fastened it around my waist and then put on the silk top. As I was putting on my shoes I wondered why I had been so reluctant, these clothes felt just right. I looked down at myself, something wasn't quite right, there was a bulge in my skirt. I lifted my skirt, pulled down my tights and panties and tucked myself away between my legs pulling the panties back up to hold it in place. After pulling my tights back up and smoothing my skirt I took another look, much better. Smiling I turned to the nurse, she smiled back saying, "Well you certainly look the part, but can you walk convincingly?" I felt pleased at her comment before realising I shouldn't feel as comfortable as I did in what I was wearing. I glared at her and unconsciously cocked a leg and put my clenched fists on my hips. She giggled, and I realised what I had done. I blushed bright red and flounced off to sit on my bed. She giggled some more. I looked at her and couldn't help myself, I started giggling too. I fought for control of my emotions and regained my composure, it seemed as though the training did more than just put information into my brain. It seemed to be making me accept what they were doing to me. I was going to have to fight that. "Come on, you've still got the helmet on, I'll start your lesson again and you can work through it for real." She did just that and I found myself strutting up and down the ward. Swaying my hips from side to side and placing my feet to either side of an imaginary centre line in front of me. Shoulders back and stomach held in, tits pushed forward, on display. One hand on my hip and the other swinging, palm almost parallel to the floor. At first it felt awkward, but it quickly became second nature to me, and I started to enjoy myself before I remembered that I was being conditioned to accept the life they had planned for this girl. This girl? What was I thinking, I wasn't a girl I was male no matter what they were doing to me. Half an hour of being put through my paces, like a trained dog, and the nurse let me sit in the bedside chair to rest. I knew that I was being conditioned for life as a whore, but I couldn't help but feel pleased with my progress. I really couldn't help it, it was being programmed in. "The doctor will be by later to see if you have healed enough to remove the wires. The nanobots should have done their work by now. If so you will be able to talk again soon, and once the wires are removed you will be able to complete your first lesson with the practical session." Oh how I was looking forward to that, not. At least I would be able to talk, and that meant I would be a step closer to getting this mess sorted out. The doctor came and examined me, pronounced my progress as satisfactory, put me under a local anaesthetic field and removed the wires. I never knew how good it felt to be able to open my mouth. "Thank you doctor," were the first words out of my mouth. I was surprised at my voice, it didn't sound quite like me. It was slightly higher in pitch, softer and a bit breathy, perhaps it was because I hadn't spoken for a few days. Even to me it sounded quite sexy. "All part of the service honey," he said smiling at me. "I'll come by later and see how you are getting on." Obviously he didn't know I wasn't really a girl, but I couldn't help smiling back at him, he was quite handsome. The nurse must have turned the sedation field back on because I drifted off to sleep again almost as soon as the doctor left. When I awoke some time later I was lying on the bed still wearing the mini skirt and top, in fact the only thing different from earlier was that someone had removed my shoes. I looked around and noticed a tray at the foot of the bed, I pulled the table up the bed towards me and saw that it contained some cosmetics and a mirror. I picked up a bottle of moisturiser and dabbed some on my face, my new memories telling me not to rub it in, just to pat it in after smoothing it gently over the surface. I was just about to start applying foundation when the nurse came by. "Wait a minute and I'll get the training helmet, it won't count as a practical session otherwise," she said rushing off. I looked up with a start at the sound of her voice and realised what I had been doing, I hoped that when they got this situation remedied they had a way to un-train me, I couldn't go through life as a man wanting to wear make-up, I'd be dead or gang raped within days. When she put the helmet on my head I instinctively started again, first using a cleanser before applying the moisturiser. I followed up with a bit of foundation, just to even out my skin tone, covering the bruising from surgery with a touch of concealer. It was while I was doing this that I noticed that my face had changed, I was decidedly looking more feminine, they had accentuated my cheek bones, reshaped my lips into a perfect cupids bow and shaped my eyebrows into fine arches. They had even reshaped my eyes into a beautiful almond shape. Holding the mirror at arm's length so that I could see my face and upper body I realised that they had made me look like an absolutely gorgeous girl. I smiled at my reflection before I realised that I should be horrified. It still made my cock strain against my panties though. The training wouldn't let me stop and I found myself continuing with the make-up routine, applying some blusher to my cheeks, a bright red lipstick, heavy smokey eyeshadow and thick mascara. When I looked in the mirror again I was pleased with the effect, the girl looking back at me could be mistaken for nothing but a whore. Pleased? What was I thinking, I was appalled. I wasn't a whore, I wasn't even a girl. This conditioning had to stop, and soon "You've done a great job with your make-up, I'm sure that it will count as a pass for your practical session," the nurse said startling me, I hadn't realised she was still there. "Oh! Nurse, is there any news about the mix up?" "I haven't been told anything yet, I'll check with Sister for you in a minute. I'm sure it won't be long now," She took the helmet from my head, smiled at me and left the little six bed ward where they were looking after me, on my own. I must have dozed off as I was awakened by the nurse and Sister. I wasn't sure I like the look on the nurses face. "I've just been in touch with one of the BuCol managers, she said that it was too late for any appeal, you had been processed through the system. She also said that if there had been a mistake then your record would have shown you as female and you were definitely down as male, it also said that you were a volunteer and that you had swiped your ID to confirm that everything that we are doing to you was your idea." "She lying! I was caught up in a random sweep, and my ID was in the pocket of my coat which was taken from me when I was sent in to the auto-doc. There must be something I can do!" "I'm sorry sweetie there's nothing we can do for you, it's out of our hands. All we can do is continue your education," the Sister said. The helplessness of my situation hit me. BuCol had me just where they wanted me. All I could hope for now was to be sent to a decent colony planet. "Any idea where they will send me?" I said resigned to my fate. "The most likely planet for someone like you is New Vegas, it is a resort planet in the same system as New California. There is an establishment there that caters for the kind of girl you are going to be." "What do you mean, the kind of girl I am going to be?" I said in horror. "Well, you know, a girl with a little something extra," the Sister said. I resolved then and there that I was going to have to get out of this place, everyone seemed to be ganging up on me. I could see now that the nurse and Sister had known all along what was going to happen to me, it looked like it was only the snatch squads that didn't know. That made a perverted kind of sense when I thought about it, if they delivered a guy by mistake it meant that they had mistaken him for a girl and that made it easier for this facility to turn him into the compliant little whore they really wanted. This time round I was that poor sucker. "Isn't there anything that can be done to get me out of here?" I said, hoping they would believe I thought that they were on my side. "I'll see what I can do, but you will have to continue your training in the mean time. If you don't they may move you to somewhere where we can't help you." "OK, thank you Sister, but couldn't you slow the training down a little?" I said not having to feign reluctance at the thought of more brainwashing. "I'll try, but it will have to go back to full pace if they notice, OK?" "OK." She was as good as her word, and they started giving me training every other day and things I had already done too. They seemed to think I was cooperating and left the sedation field off so when I thought there was no one around I practised with the make-up. Looking the way I did now it seemed the best way to disguise myself. I made a real effort to not make myself look like a prostitute, and after a while I found that I could do quite a good, tasteful, job of it. Now all I had to do was find a way out, and preferably some different clothes, although I thought that I could get away with the ones they had given me if I had to. My next lesson, luckily, was deportment and etiquette again, if it had been make-up and clothes it may have ruined my efforts at a subtle look. Afterwards I was left alone as usual and after giving them enough time to be busy else where I slipped my shoes off and went to the door of the ward. Peeking both ways down the corridor I saw no one and sneaked out, heading towards a door marked Stairs. I made it to the door without being spotted and tried the handle. Luck was still on my side and it was unlocked. I cracked the door open just enough to squeeze through, almost not quite enough I'd forgotten to account for my new assets and rubbed my nipples painfully against the door edge, but through I went closing it softly behind me. There was a large number five painted on the wall of the landing I found myself on and I decided to go down and find an exit as soon as possible. I put my shoes back on, it would look suspicious if i was found walking around with them in my hand. I walked down the stairs, my stilettos clicking with every step I took. I'd always liked the sound of a woman's heels, it probably reminded me of my mother. Yes she was a whore, but she loved me and took good care of me until some John went off his head and strangled her, that was five years ago and I'd been living on the streets ever since, hoping the police didn't find me. I knew they were looking for me, when I left home I'd left the John with his hands round my mother's neck and a kitchen knife sticking out of his back. Unfortunately I had been too late to save my mother, but now I was wanted for murder. I suppose the one good thing to come out of this was that I now had the perfect disguise, nobody would recognise me. I paused at the next landing, number four, listening as the echoes of my heels died away. There was no other sound in the stairwell, so I carried on down. I was hoping that there was a fire exit at the bottom. If not I would probably have to walk through the building and out the main door. I clicked my way down to the third floor, again I paused briefly listening for anyone else in the stairwell, again I heard nothing. It's not surprising I heard nothing really, grav technology being so reliable it was quicker and safer just to drop down a shaft. I hurried on down confident that I was safe. I got to the ground floor and as I'd hoped there was a fire exit, if my luck held it wouldn't be alarmed. Pushed the bar and the door swung open, no alarm sounded. I walked out and briskly made my way along the path to the front of the building. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Is it someone trying to leave without paying their medical bill?" Said a deep voice as I rounded the corner. Startled I looked up into the face of a security guard. Quite handsome really, deep blue eyes, fair hair (at least from what I could see sticking out from under his helmet), muscular body and legs with his hands resting on his slim hips. I smiled at him and said, "Oh no sir, I just needed some fresh air and went for a walk round the building. I'm visiting a friend on one of the wards." "Really, you don't say. So it's just a coincidence that you happen to be wearing the same clothes as one of the latest intake of trainee entertainers, is it?" "No, I am a trainee, but I was visiting a friend and needed some air, that's all." "That's all, eh? Well how did you get out? you would have been stopped at any of the normal exits and the fire doors are all alarmed." "I just walked out, nobody tried to stop me, in fact I didn't even see anyone. I'd better get back, I'm only allowed a short break." "Not before I check your training, come here I need to scan your QR code." QR code? I wasn't a product or service, I didn't have a QR code. I just stood there in my confusion an he reached out and grabbed my arm. He twisted my arm behind my back and lifted, I was forced to bend at the waist, my long hair falling forwards. He took something from a pocket and ran it up my neck. I heard a beep. "Just my damned luck, you haven't even had oral training yet. You are definitely not meant to be out and about. So sissy missy, you and me are going to fast track your education." He frog marched me to his security station and into the back room where he bent me over a table, ripped my panties off and raped my virgin arse. At least he used some lubrication, there was a tub of margarine on the table, but the pain as he rammed himself in was incredible, I thought he was going to rip me in two. Afterwards he just threw me into a holding cell saying "Someone will be along soon to take charge of you. I hope next time we meet you will have completed your training." I threw myself onto the cot in the cell and lay there sobbing. I didn't even try sitting down, the pain in my arse suggested that that would be far too uncomfortable. I was too scared to see if the wet, trickling sensation was blood or if it was just his semen leaking back out of me. Eventually, some three hours later, the Sister from the ward I was on came to collect me. She grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me to the elevator. "You missy are in for a hard time, you got the nurse and me in so much trouble with your little stunt, and we were being nice to you. Well missy that is all over now, you are being sent to the intensive training unit. That's where they send all of those who resist indoctrination, I almost pity you." The lift shaft deposited us on the seventh floor where the Sister handed me over to a man in a white coat. "Here you go Doctor, sissy NV1138T for intensive indoctrination." When he took my arm the Sister let go and turned back to the lift shaft. "I would wish you luck, but you don't deserve it, and it wouldn't help you anyway." She stepped back into the shaft and dropped from sight. "Well, well, well. A runaway, we don't get many of those. Most of the sluts we train here don't realise what's happening to them until far too late. You it seems are more perceptive that most, I'm looking forward to your training. Nurse take her to the VR ward." "Yes Doctor," said a nurse stepping forward with a grin on his face. I was dragged down a corridor and into a small ward. At least I assumed it was a ward, there were two beds in it, and two large box like objects taking up the space where beds would normally be. I saw words written on one of the boxes, Virtual Reality Total Immersion Interface MkIV. "Hey guys, I've got a customer for you," the nurse called out as we entered the ward. A head popped out of a doorway to another room. "Oh cool! We get to test the new MKV interface ahead of schedule. We're just finishing up installing the new software. Could you get her into one of the new suits for us?" "Sure, no problem. OK you, strip. You won't be needing clothes for a while." I hurriedly kicked off the high heeled shoes, dropped the skirt, pulled off my blouse and peeled off the fishnets. I stood there in just my bra and panties. "Come on girl, everything, I haven't got all day." Reluctantly I removed my bra and knickers, allowing my nipples to stand out and my cock to swing free. "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten you were headed for New Vegas. Hey guys, how does the new hardware cope with girls headed for New Vegas?" The head poked out through the doorway again. "What? Oh! you just reverse the groin attachment, everything else stays the same. It was designed with those sluts in mind." He grinned. The nurse fiddled with what looked like a bundle of netting on one of the beds, before throwing it at me. "Put that on slut. Make sure you get the butt plug right, they can be a real pain in the ass," he said with an evil grin. I pulled on what appeared to be a fishnet body stocking, except for the butt plug and groin attachment. I eased the butt plug into my already sore arse and my cock slipped into the rigid sleeve at the front. There were also cups that my nipples fitted into. Once on it hugged me from neck to toe, at least it hid my nipples and cock from view. "OK. Get on the bed." I did as he said and he attached restraints to my wrists and ankles. "The tech's will be out in a minute to finish up and start your intensive training, I almost envy you. You are going to be fucked every which way 24/7 for the next week. You will enjoy it to start with I think, but it will soon become torture. There is no relief for a slut like you, I don't understand why any of you volunteer for this." Saying that he left the ward before I could say that I wasn't a volunteer. Shortly after one of the technicians came out of the other room. "Right slut, after I've hooked you up to the system we need to run some baseline tests, your'e gonna like this, not a lot." He slipped a net hood over my head, it had ear and eye pieces which he adjusted to get a good fit. from then on I only got to see and hear what they wanted me to. Suddenly I could see and hear again, but the view I was seeing seemed to be from the corner of the room, I could see the tech by my bed and I could see myself lying there. The tech was fitting wires and catheters to me. I felt nothing. "As you can see, we control your body, we are suppressing your pain centres at the moment while we install the feeding, waste disposal and monitoring system. The next thing you feel will be the test signal which we need to establish your baseline sensitivity." My whole body started to tingle, just on the edge of perception. "Lower baseline established," the voice said. The tingling increased until it felt like the returning of feeling after a stunner shot, pins and needles all over my body, but it didn't stop there, it kept building until my whole body felt as if it were on fire and I was screaming in agony. Suddenly it stopped and the voice said, "Upper baseline established." There was a brief pause before I felt lips caressing my member, I could still see the room from that odd perspective so I knew in my mind that there was nobody doing it, but my body was convinced that the gentlest mouth in the world was wrapped around my cock, I was being given the best blow job I had ever had in my life. Just before I came it stopped, leaving my with a terrible feeling of frustration. Next I was treated to the sensation of a woman sitting on my face, and without volition I started licking and sucking to the best of my ability, which seemed to steadily improve That was when I realised that this was like the teaching helmet, but I was getting practical experience along with the raw information being forced into my brain. So far I could get to like this. Again the sensations stopped suddenly, before I felt as if I was being penetrated from behind. Unlike the security guard there was no pain as the cock was eased in slowly, pulsing backards and forwards, deeper on each thrust until I felt fuller than I have ever felt before, and still it kept coming. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to accomodate such a large cock. Then it stopped thrusting in and I could feel it start to expand sideways, stretching my recently violated virgin hole until I could take no more. I grunted in pain. "Sounds as if the slut likes that." Now that it was at maximum expansion it started pumping in and out once more, I felt violated and aroused at the same time, once again just as I was about to cum it all stopped and the sensations faded away. The next set of induced sexual experiences felt odd right from the start. It felt as though something was sliding past the tip of my cock and into an orifice my body didn't have. It didn't take long for me to realise that this is what it must feel like for a woman. The cock started pumping away at my vagina, stimulating my clitoris, and I could feel a sensation like I've never felt before start to build. As the feeling grew I felt something pushing at my mouth and instinctively I opened my mouth to allow the cock I could suddenly see to enter. I trailed my tongue along the shaft as it slid in, right to the back of my throat. I swallowed, suppressing the gag reaction, and started to bob my head as I alternately sucked and deep throated the beautiful cock in my mouth. All this time I was thrusting with my hips trying to get the cock in my cunt deeper and ever deeper, Just as I was about to experience my first female orgasm, yet another cock was presented to my body as I was taken from behind. I have never experienced such pleasure as I did then with all three holes filled simultaneously. I came in waves sucking and fucking as if my life depended on it, orgasm after orgasm shook my body, as cock after cock shot its load only to be replaced by another one. I was in heaven when suddenly I was brought back to reality as all sensation stopped. "Looks like this one is a good candidate for gender reassignment, she seems to enjoy her work." I suddenly realised what they had done to me, and I also realised that not all of the actions had been forced on me, I had become a less than reluctant participant. I really had started to enjoy it all. Especially the feeling of having a cock inside me, just like a woman. I couldn't admit that to them though, I had to fight the conditioning. I had to. Over the next few days my life became an endless routine of sex and the occasional sleep period. I was rewarded with food if I gave good head, when the gentleman came in my mouth instead of imitation semen I was fed with a nutritious, if tasteless, pap. This I gulped down greedily as they had me on a restricted diet and I never seemed to get enough to fill my belly. I soon learned to perfect my technique. My waste products were dealt with by the apparatus I was harnessed to. Before every session I was given an enema to clean me out, and again at the end of each days training. After that first day they didn't give me the female experience again, and soon I was thinking of begging them to repeat it, but I had to be hard on myself. Not that I had much of an option really, my mouth was filled constantly with the part of the equipment that simulated oral sex. I learned how to use just about every part of my anatomy to pleasure a client, male or female. After about a week of this the training changed slightly and I started to get lessons in various types of erotic dancing. Pole dancing, the fan dance, utilising different things, not just fans, the noble art of strip tease, belly dancing the list seemed endless. Every so often they would throw in one of my original lessons, such as make-up or deportment. To stop me getting rusty I suppose. I felt sure that I could cope with just about any customer that came my way, as long as they wanted sex, or as a bare minimum to be turned on by my dancing. I knew I had passed my practical sessions for hair and make-up, deportment and etiquette, and I hoped that these recent sessions meant that they had completed my training. I was awakened from a sleep period by a voice saying, "You will now undergo an examination to test how well your training has taken, part of this test is to determine your final destination. Your responses will be evaluated and the decision is final, good luck slut." I found myself in a waiting area, decorated in deep red with deep red velvet seating. I knew that it was being projected into my mind, but everything felt so real. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a figure hugging long evening dress. I made my way over to a chaise longue and looked at myself as I passed a mirror on the wall. I was perfectly coiffured and my make-up was quite sophisticated and only hinted that I might be a whore. I swept my skirt under me as I sat down to wait for what I dreaded was coming next. I looked around and noticed that there were other girls in the room, all looking far sluttier than me. I felt proud of myself that I could at least control that aspect of this electronic reality. Suddenly some double doors opened. "This way gentlemen, please select the girl that takes your fancy." A group of six men walked in and began to circulate. One stopped in front of me. He was quite handsome really, deep blue eyes, fair hair muscular body and legs with his hands resting on his slim hips. Just as he spoke I recognised him. "Hello again slut, remember me?" It was the security guard. Mentally I froze in shock, but my training took over and my body responded by standing up, stroking his face and pressing my tits against his muscular frame. "You're not going to hurt me this time are you baby? I can show you a really good time if you let me." "I knew you were just a no good, two bit whore. OK slut show me what you have learned," he said unzipping his fly and getting his cock out. I gently eased him backwards until he sat down on the chaise longue before lowering myself to my knees and taking his cock in my hand. I kissed the tip before licking his shaft and sucking gently on his balls. "Ooh yeah. You have been paying attention to your lessons haven't you." I took his member in my mouth and sucked gently as I bobbed my head rubbing my tongue against his glans. He grasped my hair and pushed my head down until he was buried deep in my throat, before allowing me to continue with the blow job. It wasn't long before he was shooting his load deep inside me. "That wasn't bad at all, slut. Now let's see what else you can do," He said as his erection returned quickly. Virtual reality is like that, it allows you to do things you could never do in real life. Which gave me an idea. I lifted the skirt of my dress and impaled myself on his impressive shaft, I could tell he was surprised that he wasn't entering my arse, but instead was buried deep in my cunt. "I thought you were some sissy slut, how come you don't have a cock anymore." "I wanted to show you a good time baby, don't you like the new me?" "I like it, but it is a surprise." "Hush now, don't talk just let me entertain you," I said flexing my pelvic floor. I used every technique I could think of to make him cum, and quite quickly I was tipping him over the edge. I actually came myself, I hadn't expected to, but I was enjoying having a cock inside me like I'd only ever felt it on that first day in intensive training. Just as my orgasm came to a shuddering end everything went black, I could feel nothing and all I could hear was a voice saying "It looks like she has made her decision, redesignate her from NV1138T to NC1138F, and send her for gender reassignment gene therapy." I could tell by the way I couldn't move or speak that I was under a suppressor field. Inside I was screaming at them No, you?ve got it wrong. I don't want gender reassignment, I don't want to be a girl. I only did it to stop him raping my arse again. "Brain wave activity indicates she's in some distress Doctor." "Administer analgesia. Don't worry, we'll soon have you in the correct body. Get her out of the VR suit and transfer her to Gene Therapy." I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I drifted on the edge of consciousness. The first thing I remember was eyes, lots of different eyes. One pair in particular stood out, beautiful emerald green, almond shaped eyes, every time they appeared I smiled to myself. When I stopped dreaming about eyes I started dreaming about hair, long hair, short hair, blonde, brunette, auburn, ginger, straight, wavy, curly. I liked the long straight blonde hair, but I couldn't get the long curly auburn hair out of my mind. Mouths and noses occupied my mind after that, I kept seeing green eyed auburn haired faces, with different mouths and noses. after a while one kept being repeated more and more often. She had a small well formed nose with a very slight upturned tip and very kissable, plump, cupids bow lips. Next there came a parade of green eyed auburn haired women, of all shapes and sizes. The one that caught my eye most was a petite girl with long legs, tiny waist, wide hips and large firm breasts. Vaguely in the distance I heard a computer voice say Choices made, gene splicing commencing. Height one hundred and fifty seven centimetres, Eyes green, hair auburn, waist forty five centimetres, hips eighty two centimetres, chest measurement seventy one centimetres, cup size double dee. Doctor Harrison supervising physician. Suddenly I wasn't drifting anymore. I was fully conscious and it felt as though my whole body was on fire. I screamed in my agony. I was dimly aware of two people in the room with me, along with strange machinery with lots of tubes and flashing lights. The tubes all seemed to be connected to me. "Quickly nurse, switch on the analgesia for god's sake, Damn the cut backs, we need an anaesthetist." The excruciating pain faded away along with the world. "Wake up honey, come on now sweetheart, it's time to wake up. There's a good girl. We need to run some tests and you have to be awake for them, sorry." I sat up, or at least I tried to, nothing seemed to be where it should be and I kept thinking that something wasn't quite right. The nurse helped me to sit up, adjusting the pillows behind me. "Hello my dear, I'm Doctor Harrison, I'm your physician. I'll be supervising the tests today, first we have to put on this helmet to monitor your brain wave activity.? He put what looked like a training helmet on my head, and adjusted it whilst looking at a computer monitor. "Right, that's all sorted. Now what we would like you to do is just apply your make-up, as you normally would." They slid the table into place in front of me, there was a selection of make-up on a tray. I switched on the mirror and froze in shock when I saw the face looking back at me. It was the girl I had been dreaming about. Emerald green, almond shaped eyes, small slightly upturned nose, plump cupids bow lips all framed by soft loose curls of auburn hair. It suddenly struck me what one of the things that didn't seem right when I came to had been, my hair went down past my waist. "What have you done to me!" I said in my new sexily husky, slightly breathy voice. "We have only done what was asked for, we interrogated your subconscious to find the exact image of the girl you wanted to be, and we made it so. You are after all a volunteer, a very brave one at that. It could take many years to pay off your debt to BuCol, having said that, looking the way you do now, I wouldn't be surprised to find you have found a sponsor to pay it off for you within six months. There are two things in your favour, your looks will fit in perfectly on New California and you will be a fully viable female able to bear children when your sterilisation is reversed. In constructing your new body, we have weeded out any detrimental genes, so there is little to no chance of your children having birth defects, you will breed true." He smiled at me. "No, you've got it all wrong. I'm not a volunteer, I was grabbed in a street sweep, I was mistaken for a girl because I'm small." "Come, come my dear, I have your records right here," he said waving a tablet at me. "It quite categorically states that you walked in off the street and volunteered for the entertainer program. It even contains a record of you swiping your ID and verifying it with a retina scan. Not that that can be checked now your retinas have changed during the latest procedure." "The records are wrong, please believe me Doctor Harrison!" "I would dearly love to believe you but just look at the records yourself." He held the tablet in front of me and played the record. I could clearly see someone who looked like me, the way I used to including a bad facial injury, walk in through the main door and talk to the receptionist. They were shown into an interview room and after a very brief talk they swiped an ID card and gave a retina scan confirmation. I started to weep, I realised that I didn't stand a chance of getting back to my old life. "Just look on the bright side my dear. If you had been taken by the police you would now be serving life for murder." I stared at him in shock. "Don't look so startled my dear, we know all about our clients, you can hide nothing from a brain scan. We read you like a book when you first got here. So what would you prefer, to be used as somebody's bitch in prison or a new life in the colonies? See it's not a difficult choice is it?" He chuckled to himself. "Stupid bitches think they have a choice," I heard him mutter to himself. "Very well Doctor Harrison, so what is planned for me now?" I said resignedly. "Well dear, as I said, you are destined for New California. You will be employed in one of the company brothels, although I think that they prefer to call them casinos or theatres. You have been trained to dance both vertically and horizontally, so to speak, and you most dedicatedly did volunteer for the gender reassignment, even if it was subconsciously. Perhaps your id realised that as a semi-transformed male you would have no chance of emancipation, at least this way you could find a husband and raise a family." Find a husband? Raise a family? Was he mad? I hadn't even begun to think about coming to terms with all of this. I had been kidnapped, abused, violated, brain washed and now turned into a girl. Did he think I should be grateful? I was speechless. A thought suddenly occurred to me. "Dr Harrison, why am I being sent to New California? Surely it attracts enough colonists, it's not as if it's like Hel or Loki." "We could send you to Hel if you prefer, and they do say that Loki is quite pleasant in the spring and autumn." "Oh no Doctor, please no. I wasn't asking to go to either of them. I was just wondering why I was being sent to what is considered to be the most desirable colony out there." "Well you will find out when you get there, and you will have no contact with anyone who doesn't already know. So it is probably safe to tell you. New California isn't quite as much of a paradise as most people think. The climate is just as benign as it is reported to be, unfortunately much of the wildlife carries a substance highly toxic to Earth life, and the plant life cannot be metabolised by Terrestrial animals, including humans, so they have to grow earth plants to support earth livestock, to support human life, all the while avoiding contact with the local wildlife. So whilst not as bad as the other colonies, life is still hard. You and your fellow entertainers are there to provide relief from the hardships. Most of the shit kickers, dumb fucks that they are, don't realise that an hour or so with an entertainer costs them the equivalent of a months payment off their debt to BuCol. Conversely the more clients you get pays off your debt faster. To BuCol it's a win/win situation." Six months later and I find myself setting foot on a new world. The sky is just the wrong shade of violet, and the sun is too bright whilst at the same time being slightly too orange. Having said that it is a beautiful planet, all of the colours seem that much brighter and the climate is just as they told me it would be, warm days moderated by nightly rainfall except during harvest season. Oh the advantages of a managed weather system, makes you wonder why they never did it for old Earth, too much of a political hot potato I suppose. The casino I was assigned to sent out a truck to pick up the few girls BuCol had sent, there were three others apart from me and they were real girls from the same sweep that had picked me up. Although I must admit that genetically I am a real girl now too, reverse my sterilisation and I can bear children. I have to say that although the training has made me quite willing to have sex with any man with the ability to pay for my services I still prefer making love to girls. I met Sarah on the ship out here I told her my story, and she actually remembers seeing me around before we were picked up. We usually spend our free time together, she was a lesbian before the sweep and she is more than happy that I am a girl now. We settled in quite quickly, and within a few weeks we were getting requests for Sarah and me together, even though it costs far more than having two girls separately, it also pays us more, so we're happy. Once we manage to pay off our debt to BuCol we plan on setting up our own place together, we may even recruit some of the other girls. We only plan on taking clients we actually want to have sex with, not like now where we have to entertain anyone management assigns to us. That's a few years off yet, but in the mean time we have each other to keep each other sane, and our wedding to plan for when we are eventually free of debt. Once we are free of our debt we plan on choosing a sperm donor, we don't intend to let him know but he will be the father of our children. If we can manage it we intend to fall on the same day, it shouldn't be too much of a problem our bodies are already in tune with each other, we have our monthlies within hours of each other. I think I'll make a good mother.