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It wasn't usual for my mom to invite me over to dinner, But I could tell right away when she called that something was weird. It was her voice, like she was happy and excited to call me, but also wasn't sure she should be calling me at all. We usually talked a couple times a week since Dad passed, so hearing her like that, it was just ... weird! "Hey, Mom, is everything alright? You sound a bit different than normal," I enquired. "Oh, no Paul, I'm fine! Better than fine truth be told. It's just allergies!" said my Mom. She quickly made some offhand excuse about having had a sneezing fit just before she rang, which sounded reasonable. I told her I would drop by around 5pm, told her I loved her, and went back to my day. I work from my own home. The sign on the front of my studio apartment reads "Paul Stadler - Antique Mechanism Restoration and Refurbishment" surrounding a very nice painting of an old brass cog gear. The front of the apartment was set up as a workshop, with small jewelers' tools, magnifying glasses, and other assorted tools neatly stacked around the numerous project benches, many of which were occupied by all sorts of clockwork and mechanical trinkets. Cameras, Watches, Clocks, Toys, you name it, if it moved, I probably had one in here somewhere. You could just make out where it had one time said "Frank Stadler & Son" instead of "Paul" on the door. Dad taught me everything I knew about the restoration business, and I still miss him greatly. Cancer is such a bitch. Business was good, fairly steady. It's kind of like plumbing where it's all feast or famine, and you never really know when someone was going to bring in a new toy, they needed fixed. It was interesting work, and every day was different than the last, with new challenges and puzzles to solve. I was making enough to pay the rent and put a bit away for my own retirement someday in the far future, and who can complain about that? The back of the studio was a 2-bedroom apartment, a modern contrast to the antiquities out front. It was fairly sparse, I didn't have a lot of decorations or anything, but it had a killer surround sound setup and plenty of room to practice some of my more unusual hobbies, like indoor drone flying or fencing practice. My book collection flowed along one of the back walls, next to a clean and bright kitchen. I learned to bake at an early age thanks to Mom, it came in handy living alone as I was currently, knowing how to cook food that likely wouldn't kill me. I was currently between girlfriends, and the breakup had not gone very well at all. I probably had some growing up yet to do, and she wanted other things out of life than I did. I kind of wish that other things hadn't been my former best friend's dick, but what can you do, right? Still, it was a nice cozy life. I had prospects and room to grow my business, hobbies, other friends and loved ones in the area, and I was content for the most part. I found myself wishing for a little adventure, maybe a little spice in my life sometimes, but otherwise things were good. I later wondered if something had been listening to those internal wishes somehow. I wasn't sure later how I felt about that. I finished up a particularly complex gear replacement for a French 1876 bookshelf clock, and noticed I had just enough time to head over to Mom's place. The drive over was pretty short. Mrs. Betty Stadler, aka Mom lived in a modest sized house in a nice field with a pond a few minutes outside of town. Her and Dad had picked the place out a few years before, you know... . She really liked the fishing in the pond though, said it gave her lots of peace. I in particular liked the nice barbeque setup on the expansive back deck myself. As I pulled into the driveway, I was somewhat nonplussed to see a large black helicopter casually parked on the field next to the pond. What the hell??? I made my way inside, where what appeared to be a men-in-black secret agent or some shit stopped me from entering my own mothers house and frisked me. At this point I was starting to get both annoyed and worried, when suddenly the mystery became much clearer as I noticed my cousin Stephanie sitting across from my mom, casually sharing a cup of Tea. Stephanie Stadler, or more recently Her Royal highness Queen Stephanie I of the royal house of the small dutchy of Bressler by marriage, had married into the fabulously wealthy Bressler family when she and her at the time somewhat in disguise husband Roland fell in love while attending college. Bressler was a tiny country, you could fit about 40 of them inside Lichtenstein, but they happened to have access to the only easily minable Tritium on the planet. So nearly unheard of, fabulously wealthy, and a bit paranoid about misplacing their royal sovereigns. Which did very little to explain what Stephanie was doing here in the far western side of the United States away from Europe. I mean, family visits are nice and all but it seemed like something was a bit unusual about the whole situation. Boy was I ever right. I sat down with my cousin and my mom, none too subtly glaring at what must have been a Bressler Secret Service agent. Stephanie noticed and Laughed "Ah Paul, good to see you. I see you and Pedro are getting along great so far!" she said with a smile. She sat casually sitting in the dining room chair, wearing a classy grey dress that likely cost more than the helicopter did, casually toying with a platinum and gem encrusted wrist bangle that definitely did. She looked the part of a queen, even if her crown was hiding at the moment. I kind of got the feeling she was uneasy and concerned about something though, and whatever it was had to do with me somehow. We sat and enjoyed small talk for a while, catching up on the rest of the family, talking about this and that, but clearly dancing around the real reason we were all sitting here. Stephanie and I had been inseparable when we were kids, she was the ultimate tomboy, and I followed her around like a little puppy as we went on adventures and conquered imaginary beasts of old. We grew apart a bit after her parents moved away, but we still kept in touch here and there. I noticed my mom kept looking at me, then looking down at her coffee mug out of the corner of my eye. She was never really good at poker or monopoly, and that was her tell that she knew a secret of some sort. Huh. I decided to see how this would play out. Eventually Stephanie got down to the point. "So, Paul, I bet you are wondering what I'm doing way out here, and why all the secrecy?" Stephanie asked. I nodded. She sighed. She seemed to steel herself to speak her piece. She continued, "Well, you know how Royal families have all sorts of weird and insane rules about inheritance and succession? Bressler is no different, and maybe a bit more backwards than most. And a lot of their more backwards rules have to do with fitness to lead being tied to fitness to produce an Heir. No Babies, no crown. You get the idea." I nodded, still unsure where this was going. Stephanie continued. "It's actually tied to their constitution, and any attempt to remove or circumvent that one law gets you a one-way ticket to abdication. But the bottom line is that If there isn't an Heir produced within a certain window of about 5 years, which we are nearing the end of, the crown passes to the next in line. Roland and I would actually be perfectly fine with that, if it wasn't for the fact that it would go to that shitstain weasel of a brother of his, who wants to strip mine the whole country wholesale and sell it off to the lowest bidder that gives him a profit," she said with obvious distaste at the memory. My brain idly realized that may be the only time in history a monarch of any sort had every said the term "shitstain weasel". Stephanie pushed on. "Now the law does allow for a surrogate to be used. But that surrogate must be of the same bloodline of the queen, of marriageable age of less than 50 years old, and has to at least attempt conceiving the child the first time in front of a select audience of idiot government flunkies and ministers." she paused to let the facts register, then took a big breath and dropped the first bombshell of the day. "All this is important because... well, I can't carry a baby to term. My eggs are fine, but the doctors are certain any attempt to have one will kill me and result in a stillborn baby. Something about the blood types and a few genetic quirks between Roland and I. And we have tried everything possible to make it work. I wouldn't be here if we hadn't." She looked down into her own coffee mug for a moment, then back up at me. Rather intently. My mind was spinning. Stephanie was an only child, and both her mom and my mom were well over the silly age limit. As far as I knew there were no other female relatives. What was going on here? After a very long pause, Stephanie continued once more. "In our efforts to find a cure for my condition, we made several discoveries. We funded a biopharmacuticle company called Bressler Retrogenics, and they came up with some very innovative techniques to rebuild a clone of most of the birthing system of a human womb in a manner that can then be implanted into another, different human." She paused to let that sink in, then she dropped the penny. "Even one that didn't start out as having a womb." My jaw practically hit the floor. I started babbling nonsense along the lines of, "No, but wait, I'm a, you can't really mean... What are you...???" My mom looked up at me, placed her hand on my arm, and just said "I think you should hear the rest of it, honey." I looked at her with uncertainty and disbelief. Was my own mother really suggesting that? I turned my stunned gaze back to Stephanie, who seemed to be expecting my reaction up until now, and actually looked somewhat relieved I was still in the room. She continued once more. "yes, Paul, that is exactly what I am proposing. I am asking you to give up a great deal of yourself, possibly forever, in order to help save a people you owe nothing to, and have barely even heard of. I'm asking you to give up your life for an extended period of time, carry a burden you never expected to even think of having, to give up certain life options and choices, and I have no right to do so." She looked down, sad and uneasy, almost afraid to meet my eyes. Then she looked up again. "But I'm going to ask that of you anyways, because I have no other choice. I know you are a kind, strong, daring and brave man, and between our adventures when we were young, when your mom caught us playing dress up games, I'm wondering if this may not be as distasteful as it might seem otherwise to you. Especially if the richest tiny country on the planet is also willing to give you a very large amount of money to do so. It seems mercenary, and it is. But you are my only hope, the only hope of more people than you know." She finished for now, and leaned back, looking somewhat deflated. It was my mom's turn to speak, as I sat gobsmacked, pondering what I had just heard. "Honey, Stephanie came to me first and asked me if she thought you might even be open to such a plan. She was prepared to walk away if I asked her to. And it is an insane question to ask someone. But please, take a look at the mining plan documents and pictures she brought with her. That's what swayed me to giving my blessing for her to ask you about this." Mom slid a folio of documents over to me. I flipped through them. There were detailed plans showing a strip-mining operation that would wipe all of the major towns of Bressler off the map. Highlighted in them were cost savings that a royal eviction and land use rights would give to the mining company, one that had been in the news recently for particularly vile humanitarian and environmental crimes against humanity. They were all signed by an Arnold Bressler with an approved date of about a year from today, who I soon learned was the aforementioned shitstain weasel younger brother. This was going to be a disaster. I sighed, and turned to Stephanie. I slumped back in my chair. "Alright. I will consider this. but I need more details. What exactly are you proposing here?" I asked. Stephanie's spirit seemed to lift just a little, as she sensed hope. "well, the procedure is very invasive. I cannot stress enough that you will be forever changed by this. You would be started on a regimen of female hormones as soon as possible, tuned to simulate a female pregnancy. Your genitals would be surgically and chemically altered into a semi functional human womb. We would take sperm samples first in case you ever wish to have children of your own, but this operation will leave you sterile of your own eggs. You would be essentially a female woman in body at that point. We would then implant a single egg of mine during your artificial ovulation cycle, and attempt to conceive a child inside of you. We would repeat this until success, or we run out of time" Stephanie delivered bombshell after bombshell with a calm and measured voice, as if discussing options for buying a house. She went on. "Either way, you would be housed in Bressler for at least one year, and granted the title of Princess of the realm, which comes with its own estates and lands and whatnot. Upon birth of a viable heir, of my child, you will be paid one percent of the gross domestic product of the kingdom of Bressler. Last year that would have amounted to around $875 million dollars." My jaw hit the floor again. "If at the end of that period of time, you wish to try and resume your old life, we will do everything in our power to assist with that, though the surgical and chemical changes will be difficult, if not impossible to reverse." She sighed again, as if dreading the next part, then went on. "And there is more. You would have to naturally conceive the child with Roland. With my husband. In front of a live studio audience. And I know you aren't attracted to men. We have some temporary chemical ways of getting around that, but the psychological damage may be thereafter." She looked at me steadily, searching my face. I nodded. Stephanie said at last "If you can't do this, I understand. If you do decide to do this, I will owe you a debt I can never repay, as will the thousands of Bressler citizens who will be saved from displacement and possibly even death." She stood up, walked over to me, and hugged me like old times. She glanced at Pablo. "We are going to leave you to think about this and talk it over with your mom. Please call me at this number when you have made your decision." She slipped me a thin metal business card with a simple crown and a phone number on it. I nodded. Stephanie and Pablo made their exit, nodding to my Mom as they passed. We watched the helicopter take off and head towards town. Mom and I sat in silence for a while. We each started to talk a few times, but the words just weren't there. Finally, I spoke. "What should I do mom? It's clear that it's the right thing to do, if I can save all those people, I almost have to do it, but the cost!" I shivered. "What would it mean for me, my life? Either way it means an end to the Stadler name on this side of the family. And you would have a daughter instead of a son." Mom came around the table and hugged me with one arm, and kissed the top of my head. She sat down next to me, still hugging me to her side. Finally, she spoke. "You know, your dad would be so proud of you. Any other man would have run away at the first of that, and no one would blame you at all if you did. But you've always been the strength in the family. I'm proud of you too, you know, whichever way you decide. If I were in your shoes, I would do it though. And I know, I know, that's a crazy thing to hear your own mother say, but there are reasons. For one, you will always have my love and respect regardless of what you look like or feel like. For another, you have a chance to be a hero to so many people; to do the right thing knowing the cost in advance and yet willing to do it anyways. Third, it's a life changing amount of money. Enough you could really influence the course of the world if you wanted to. But the biggest reason is I think you might actually enjoy it a little along the way. I still remember second grade summer break you know." She finished, with another hug. I blushed beet red at the memory. Stephanie and I had been 8, and somehow, she had convinced me that we need to be matching "Junior Lady Space Rangers" for the summer break she spent with us. My mom and Dad were amused by it all so they didn't bat an eyelash when I started insisting, I needed clothes that matched what Stephanie was wearing at all other times too. I secretly enjoyed it all very much, but those feelings had faded with time. I hadn't really even thought about that summer in years. I sighed. "Oh, mom, what are we going to do?" Mom just smiled, and pulled a couple of steaks out of the fridge. "I don't know about you, but I am starving and we didn't get our dinner. How about we get some food in us, and you can sleep on it and decide in the morning?" she suggested with a smile as she playfully nipped at my nose with the barbeque tongs. We spent the afternoon talking about anything other than the entire heard of elephants in the room, and I soon headed back to my place to sleep. The next morning, sleep entirely elusive, I sat staring at the thin metal card on my desk next to the phone. I thought about flipping a coin to decide, but I figured that would be unworthy of all the lives riding on the decision. In the end, there was only one thing to do. I dialed the number. The line only rang once before Stephanie answered with a quick hello, clearly anticipating an answer. I steeled my resolve, and said simply, "Ok, I'll do it." Those simple words started a whirlwind of activity. I called mom next to let her know what I had decided, then Stephanie arranged transport to pick me up. She hired a team of specialists to finish the restoration work I had in my shop, paid the rent on it for the next 2 years, and then soon had me whisked away in a limo to the nearby airport. A sleek Citation X business jet awaited us there, along with Stephanie herself. Standing next to her was a tall gentleman I remembered from her college days. I waved, and said "Hi Rodger, or wait, I hear its Roland these days". He grinned at me. "Long time no see, Paul!" he said, as he shook my hand. We boarded the private plane. It was weird seeing someone I had known for years as an easy-going college acquaintance of Stephanie, in royal trappings. It was even weirder know what was going to have to happen between us if all of this crazy plan went right. I shuddered a bit. I wasn't ready for my brain to go there yet. We got settled in, and took off. Once we were at cruising altitude, we were able to head over to the built-in lounge. It was a bit like the inside of a luxury sailboat. After a bit of catching up and small talk, Roland surprised me by grabbing both my hands and looking me straight in the eyes as he spoke. "Paul, I cannot thank you enough for doing this, and I know the cost you are going to pay. I won't ever be able to, but Stephanie and I both will spend the rest of our lives trying to pay that debt." He quickly hugged me, then let go. "Sorry, that was weird, I know. I'm just really emotional on the thought there might be hope now. I had almost given up." he shook his head, as if trying to shake loose an unpleasant memory. We spent much of the rest of the long flight filling me in on the details and machinations of his apparently evil incarnate little brother. If even half of it was true, I was ready to punch him myself the next time I saw him. Towards the end of the flight, Stephanie and Roland filled me in on the details of the next steps in my journey. Apparently, we were headed not back to Bressler, but to a small privately owned facility somewhere in Belgium. First thing in the morning we would start with the first procedures. My royal hosts didn't have much details on what all was going to occur, but they assured me the medical staff was the finest in the field. I sighed. "So, one more night as a guy." I looked a little sad. Which is surprising because I also felt a little sad at the prospect. Stephanie gave me a hug. "Well, it won't be an immediate process, there will be adjustments... But yeah..." She paused, considering. "Maybe treat it like some sort of heroic quest or adventure? You get to play a role, get to experience new and terrible dangers and challenges, and get to safe a kingdom, maybe even a princess or two?" She grinned at me. I smiled a little bit back. But inside I was still conflicted, a feeling that wouldn't go away for quite some time as it turned out. the plane landed, and we soon found ourselves in a very upscale building. It appeared to be an older medieval structure, not quite a castle or a cathedral, but maybe an old guardhouse or guild hall. It had been retrofitted into modern standards, with extension wings on either side. We were expected, and the reception staff wearing the Bressler Retrogenics logo quickly had us settled into a pair of suites inside the executive wing. It was very late, and it had been a long flight. I sent my mom a text message letting her know we arrived safely. She had wanted to go with us, but had some important things to take care of at home as well, so she was going to join us later in Bressler. I asked her one very important question that night though, which would come in useful later. The next morning, I met Stephanie and Roland in the common room. We had a quick breakfast, and then headed right to the treatment office. My footsteps seemed to get slower the closer I got to that door. I was on 5th or 6th thoughts by now, but I kept marching towards my fate. Soon we were seated inside the office. I kept expecting a dramatic thunderclap or something, but nothing of the sort occurred. A pretty looking, sandy haired doctor soon joined us. She introduced herself. "Hello, it's good to see you again Stephanie and Roland, and it's very nice to meet you Paul. As some of you know, I am Doctor Amy Basset. I'm the head of practical research at this facility, and I will be handling all of the critical steps of your transformation here." She nodded at us, and delivered a short list of her qualifications. It seemed that she was extremely accomplished in the medical field, which was what you look for in a mad scientist about to hack your body, so I had that going for me. She continued. "Paul, your situation is incredibly unique here, and normally you flat out wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't be considering this. As I've already told Stephanie and Roland, I will only participate if you undergo and pass a psychological examination, and if you decide to opt out at any step of the process, we are done. If it wasn't for the scope of what is at risk, and how many lives are theoretically at stake, I wouldn't have anything to do with this." She shrugged, and sat back in her chair, uncertain. I nodded. "That is fine with me, and fair. To be honest I don't know how I am going to handle this, so any insight your team can give me will be welcome." She smiled, and seemed relieved. "Very well, Paul, that is what we will do today. Your brain will be poked and prodded by the best my team can offer, and if you pass that barrage and still wish to proceed, then we will start the hormone delivery program this afternoon," she finished. I shivered a bit. The next 6 hours were annoying, but insightful. The team of 3 psychologists took turns with me, each doing a thorough evaluation. I was open and honest with them, explaining what the plan was, why I was doing it, and what my thoughts on the matter were. I told them my fears for the future; That I would be unable to have kids of my own ever, unable to find a woman to love looking like a woman myself, that I wouldn't be able to handle looking at myself in the mirror or being me long term, That I would grow resentful and bitter. At the same time, I confided that I was also a little bit excited to see it through, as an adventure. I confessed that I had dressed and enjoyed it years ago, and that my closest friends and role models all seemed to be women. We examined my past relationships, those fears and doubts and how I felt I would handle each one. They alternated trying to talk me into it, then trying to talk me out of it to see where my opinions lay. They brought up other things I hadn't even considered, like how I would feel having to learn to pass as a believable midwestern girl turned princess, what if the process didn't work, etc. By the time we were done, my mind was a wreck. I sat in the plush waiting room with Stephanie and Roland, waiting to hear the results. Roland was going to have to return to running and administering Bressler shortly, but Stephanie was going to be with me for the duration of the initial transformation at least. After a while, Doctor Basset joined us. She looked over the notes from the psychiatrists, and sighed. "Well, Paul, it appears you are fit and reasonably well equipped mentally to go through with this. So, welcome to Team Girl, I guess. Let's head into the Exam room. Do you want anyone in there with you?" She asked, with a glance at the royal couple. I shrugged, and said, "Why not, the more the merrier right?" I was soon seated in a very modern, very high-tech exam table setup. The doctor brought in a tray with a very large needle. She held it up so I could see the contents. "This is a long duration, time release Estrogen pellet. It's the first step to beginning your transformation. It will last about 5 months. We will implant a longer duration one when we perform your first surgeries, which are scheduled for the day after tomorrow, after your lab workup. Time is of the essence here, since we need to get you to the point where you have a chance to conceive a child before the deadline for Bressler's Crown, and that's going to take every bit of time we have left, even with our advanced processes. Normally we would let you ease into this a bit. But there is nothing normal about any of this, is there?" She smiled at me as she finished the explanation. I grinned. She shoved a 6-inch-long needle the size of a small school bus into my ass and pushed the plunger home. I'm pretty sure I stopped grinning at that point. So that was it, huh, I was on the way. Well, this was going to be different, that's for sure! Since we had missed lunch due to all the testing, Roland and Stephanie insisted on taking me out to dinner. We headed out to the highest dollar restaurant I have ever seen in my life, and soon had quite possibly the most expensive meal I would ever eat on the way to our private booth, flanked with a less than discrete security presence. Stephanie asked me how I was feeling, and if I was noticing anything different yet. I shrugged, and indicated I still felt the same for now. Then Roland dropped a bit of a bombshell on me. I was getting a little bit used to them by now. "So, since you are going to be an official royal personage soon, and more importantly, someone who may be put in danger if my brother thinks he can get away with it, we're going to assign you a secret service detail. A small one, but you will have at least one team member with you constantly. She will double as your chambermaid, and her name is Tanya. You'll meet her sometime tomorrow when she arrives." he finished, but then added "You may find that you two have more in common than you realize eventually." I just sighed, and nodded. I supposed I could get used to that for a year or so if I had to. Maybe it would be like a slumber party or something, in between the crazed murderers trying to kill me and all. That night, my dreams took on a weird edge. I don't remember much, but everything seemed so vivid in them. Especially the colors. I woke up feeling more refreshed than usual. At breakfast, Stephanie noticed I seemed to be in an unusually good mood. I shrugged, and ate another bite of my cantaloupe. My good mood was put to the test shortly thereafter, when the lab technicians poked me and prodded me and ran every known medical test on the planet. They took enough blood samples to fill another human, and then on top of that, injected some sort of serum into my genital area, which was supposed to kill all the hair follicles there. They followed that up with a wipe down of some sort of caustic chemical that finished the job. I was soon completely hairless down there. I glanced down at my now more naked penis. It was maybe a bit larger than average; certainly, past girlfriends hadn't had too many complaints. It seemed bigger now, without all the hair in the way. I guess it wasn't going to look like much of anything at all pretty soon though. They also took and stored several sperm samples, which was a somewhat embarrassing process all considered, but I would have regretted not doing it too I supposed. Later on, I was on food restriction due to Surgery in the morning, so dinner was out. Instead, I was introduced to Tanya. She was slightly on the shorter side, with red hair and a slight eastern European accent. She wore glasses, which I was assured were strictly for tactical overview displays, and was dressed in a conservative servant style dress, with a somewhat out of place vest that matched the outfit. A severe corset was under the vest, which I was informed was actually a bulletproof body armor. The vest actually concealed a staggering array of weapons, including a pair of 9mm Glocks. I was impressed, and resolved not to annoy my new protector. We said our goodnights, and then Tanya and I headed to my temporary suite, which had now mysteriously sprouted another bed. As we settled in for the night, we made small talk. Tanya told me about growing up in the technically rural part of Bressler as one of the rare immigrants, which I gathered was about 2 acres of the entire kingdom, I told her about my work repairing clocks and trinkets and life in the U.S. Before we went to sleep though, Tanya turned to me and said, "They filled me in on what you are doing here, and why you are doing it. I would give my life for Bressler, and you are doing the same. I respect that immensely, and for that alone you have my gratitude and my service." I blushed a bit, and thanked her. It was a bit odd going to sleep with someone else in the room after so long single, and that someone being a woman and not my girlfriend. It made sense though, since I was here to get turned into a princess, so it wouldn't do at all to have a male body guard. It didn't help that Tanya was a very attractive woman to boot. In another life I would be trying to get her phone number, likely unsuccessfully. I trembled a bit as I considered what likely surgeries awaited me on the morrow, and what that would mean for my future love life anyways. Sleep came late, and troubled. Next morning found me in an operating room, my clothes discarded in place of a very nice silk hospital gown with an open back and the stupid little ties they add. I had taken a few minutes in the shower that morning to give myself one last time as a guy, and now here I was, my fate sealed. Doctor Basset came in to give me an overview of the procedure as the anesthesiologist hooked me up to the monitor. "This will be stage 1 of your transformation into a woman with a functional womb. We are going to first remove your testicles, and remove most of the erectile tissue of your penis. the penis skin and scrotum will be used to create your vulva and Labia lips. We will then implant a cloned clitoral bud at the top, as well as a cloned vagina with a uteral bud. We will reroute your urethra so that you will have a urine opening indistinguishable from that of any other woman. If all goes well with the process, your womb will start to grow and deepen. We anticipate a second surgery to alter your hips slightly to safely carry a baby. You will almost certainly have to deliver via Cesarian section though. We will also give you a first dose of CRISPR DNA retrovirus to try and switch some of your genetic coding to that of a natal female, which will hopefully allow more of the natural pregnancy processes to work. This is all new pioneering technology, so we are somewhat unsure. You would be making it into the history books if this wasn't a completely secret operation." She smiled at her own inadvertent pun. I nodded appropriately at her explanation. In my chest, my heart was beating fit to burst though. This was a lot, and it was going to be forever. I forgot how many second thoughts I was on at that point, but they all came flooding back. I pushed through them though, and held on. Thinking of the absurd amount of money I was going to have after this did help though. I started planning my own fleet of reusable spaceplanes mentally. The anesthesiologist started counting backwards slowly, and I was out like a light. Once in the operating room, the surgical team quickly moved through the outlined processes as I drifted through my dreamless sleep. Of came my testicles, one after another. The surgeon stitched the cord remnants closed, then moved onto my penis, A scalpel separating the skin and center muscle into halves, freeing the Urethra. The urethra was stitched into its final place. The root bulb of the penis was excised, and dropped into the same tray as my testicles, destined for the medical waste incinerator. The team made space inside my hip cavity as best they could, and then retrieved the cloned vaginal components from the growth vat. They were quickly inserted and aligned with the new cavity, where my womb would hopefully form. Deft work with dissolving stitches and microvascular surgical techniques melded and merged that with my body, and then my existing penile sheath and scrotum was fashioned into a set of labial lips. A cloned clitoris was grafted onto the nerve endings where my penis head had once been. The final step was a massive infusion of stem cells and growth boosting serum, along with a healthy dose of cancer inhibitors, as well as the CRISPR derived retroviral fluid. A short period of observation and measurements confirmed that my new parts were receiving blood, and had at least some nerve activity. The stem cells and other potions would hopefully take care of the rest. The first thing I remember when I woke up, is pain. It felt like someone had punched me in my junk very, very hard. The nurse quickly noticed I was awake and gave me some pain medication. Tanya and Stephanie were both in the recovery room with me, and they waved as I woke up. Tanya had somewhere acquired an "it's a girl!" flag, which she quickly presented me with a grin, then headed back to her guard station to guard me from uh, stuff? Doctor Basset stopped by to tell me the operation appeared to be a complete success, and that I would get a chance to see the results in a few days. She informed me that due to the unique nature of my procedure, I wouldn't need to dilate, and I may find myself even experiencing a period in the next couple of weeks. Huh. You would think that little nugget of possibility would have occurred to me prior to now. I had to suppress an urge to start giggling uncontrollably at the thought. Instead, I started crying uncontrollably shortly after she left. It wasn't any one thing, just everything seemed to be hitting me all at once. Tanya looked uncomfortable as she wordlessly looked on as I bawled my eyes out. Eventually I think she radioed for Stephanie, who arrived shortly after. She had a tray with two pints of Cookie Dough ice cream on it and a pair of spoons. I looked up through my sniffles, and said, "Hey." Stephanie smiled at me. "Hey yourself. I hear you sprung a leak, so I brought you the best leak prevention I know of. I'm here if you want to talk about it, or if you just want company while we eat this ice cream." She deftly liberated a spoon and a pint for herself and settled in. I sniffled a bit more, then worried the top of my own pint and took a few bites. It was very good ice cream. We ate in silence for a while. Finally, I opened up to her a bit. "It... it's just everything, you know? No matter what happens from here, everything in my life has changed, much of it forever. Everyone I know is going to look at me differently now. And there's so much riding on making all this mad science bullshit work. I dunno, maybe it's just the hormones, but I feel like I'm mourning the passing of myself almost. I know, it seems stupid when you hear it out loud but." She stopped me with a quick interruption and a hug. "It is NOT stupid. They are your feelings, and no one gets to decide if they are valid feelings except you. And you are right, everything is going to change. And I'm sorry that we, that I put you through that, and everything else that you are going to endure. I can assure you that we will do everything we can possibly do to try and make this debt up to you, and we never fully will." She sat there, hugging me for a minute, until I patted her on her back, and said, "Thank you." We sat eating ice cream a while longer, but talk turned to lighter things, and I was feeling better. I still wasn't magically ready to just accept everything that was going to happen with no trepidation, and I was certain that a few more meltdowns were going to be in my future, but silly as it seemed, it was nice to see that Stephanie at least still was herself around me. A few days later, I got my first view of my new lower plumbing. It was bruised and battered, but it definitely looked like I was a woman down there now. It looked like I would be soft and trim down there, with a very neat cleft and a nicely sized clitoris in its own little hood. I found that peeing took a bit of getting used to once the surgical catheter was removed, but I soon got the hang of it. After I was allowed back into the executive suites, we discovered the next little wrinkle - None of my pants or underwear fit anymore. The empty space in the front kept rumpling around and thwacking my newly healing genetalia with cloth folds at unexpected intervals. I sighed, and asked Stephanie for advice. She got a strange, almost scary look of glee on her face and said, "What do we do? We Shop of course!" I must admit I was slightly terrified of what that was going to involve. It turns out that being a rich and powerful royal personage with a small army of servants comes in handy for things like that, and we soon found the most exclusive clothing stores in Belgium on hand at our beck and call. I was measured and fitted for a small interim wardrobe, since we were expecting all of my measurements to change significantly in the very near future when the hormones and additional surgeries, I was going to need would kick in. I noticed with a brief moment of suppressed panic that they were all woman clothes stores that were taking my measurements. It made sense though, given our objectives. I needed to look, act and pass like a potential surrogate mother princess type, and wearing men's trousers wasn't on the menu for that. I at least got them to make most of the outfits more neutral colors. I wasn't ready to embrace the pink just yet. I soon found myself in a conservative blue pleated skirt, with a matching top and vest with a shallow v neck. I also received my first pantyhose and panties. I had to admit they did fit better. A pair of flat woman's shoes and a training bra completed my outfit. I did also order a new ladies style smartwatch while we were at it, as my existing watch was a bit out of date, but hey, new toy!" We settled into a bit of routine at this point. I had to see the lab technicians in the morning for medical tests and additional injections, while we waited to see if the surgical handiwork settled in and started to grow. After that, I attended a crash course in female deportment and mannerisms. I didn't need to pass as a native Bressler person or anything, just a wide eyed 20-somthing from western U.S.A. Piece of cake, right? There was so much to remember there, that I was afraid I would never manage it. How to sit, how to act in social situations as a woman, how to walk and talk and why I couldn't ever have pockets on anything again and had to have a purse. It was a bit like an intensive course of upper-level study for a class I hadn't signed up for and didn't really care about, but I had to pass or die. No pressure. The highlight of my days though was my lessons with Tanya. Her and Stephanie had determined that I was woefully unprepared if we were attacked once I was in Bressler, and maybe pregnant to boot, so I got to go through escape, evasion and escalation training. That was actually pretty fun. We had a whole warehouse to play with for that, with escape rooms and obstacle courses and target shooting ranges and whatnot. I learned many things from this, including how to get out of locked rooms, pick locks (that part was kind of easy for me), survey my surroundings for weapons and advantages, and to shoot for best effect to evade an attacker. I even got a tiny little Glock 26 to hide in my purse along with a Taser. I felt a bit like a secret agent. Tanya and I also regularly sparred in hand-to-hand training. I couldn't really go very far into that, healing as I was, but I learned enough. I swear I caught her staring at my growing chest though more than once as we tumbled. I learned a lot, though it was clear I was never going to have even a ghost of a chance against her if she decided that I needed to be taken out. She did say I was a quick study though. I wasn't sure why, but hearing her praise my meagre efforts made me feel warm inside. After a couple weeks, it clearly wasn't doing anyone any good to keep referring to me as "Paul" I certainly wasn't looking the part anymore. I had texted my mom on the flight here, and asked her one important question; What would she and Dad have named me if I had been born a Girl. And so, I became Olivia. The fast-working hormones they had injected me with were clearly having an effect, and my breasts were starting to resemble tiny cones on my chest, possibly an A cup. It was about 4 weeks after the initial surgery that I received my biggest shock though. After a particularly intense dream of being chased by an army of zombie skirts I woke up and felt like I might have peed the bed. I looked down and discovered a large pool of blood. I screamed. I passed out. I'm told later it was a very manly scream, and I should be proud of it as possibly my last male scream. Tanya quickly jumped into action, and upon determining that I was not shot or stabbed, quickly summoned the medical staff. Doctor Basset quickly arrived, and much to my annoyance, took one look and started cackling like a madwoman. "What? WHAT! WHAT IS SO GODDAMNED FUNNY!???" I demanded. After more than a few moments, to my increasing annoyance, she finally answered, nearly out of breath with glee. "We did it! We DID IT! Don't you know what this means? You are having a Period! It worked! IT Worked!!!!!!!" and with that, she ran out of the room. She quickly returned with literally everyone. I'm pretty sure they actually rounded up people on the street to come marvel at my stained bedsheets. I found myself more pissed off than I had been in the last month, or much longer than that really, and I made it known in no uncertain terms that they would all kindly please fuck right off out of my room or I and or Tanya would literally murder each and every one of them as a warning to future scientists, and that I would see them in the medical lab as soon as I had a chance to grab a goddamned shower and get dressed if they so pleased. There was quickly an exodus out of my bedroom. I hit the showers. I had really avoided more than a cursory, clinical examination of my new genetalia, but I figured that I was going to need to take a look and make sure I wasn't bleeding out from some internal puncture. All seemed to be in order, and I noticed that my new Labia and clit seemed to feel about like what my exploring male hands would expect to feel if they were exploring another woman. I felt some nerve impulses trigger as I moved my fingers around, that I was not expecting at all. My new clitoris felt very good in particular. I resolved to explore those sensations soon, because, why not? But I figured the army of science crazies would only wait for me for so long before they broke down the door to retrieve their lab rat regardless of the quite serious threat of imminent death that I had promised. I made my way to the now familiar exam room. I made sure to glare at everyone I remembered from my room. Tanya followed suit. Doctor Basset and Stephanie awaited me inside. I sat down, then turned to Doctor Basset. I think she could tell I was well beyond annoyed. I cleared my throat. "Look, I appreciate your quick response to my unexpected medical issue this morning, but if you EVER summon a horde of scientists to my bedroom immediately after I undergo a traumatic experience again, they probably won't find your body." I delivered as I stared her down. She swallowed, and then nodded. "My apologies, I clearly overstepped, and the magnitude of this achievement is no excuse for me or my colleague's behavior. If you wish, I will offer my resignation..." she finished, sincerely. I shook my head "Nah, look, we all make mistakes and as we can clearly also see, you know what you are doing. I think we know where we all stand now." I finished lamely. Stephanie was staring at me open mouthed, then quickly recovered. I later learned she had no idea what had occurred that morning, and was nearly ready to fire everyone before that exchange after she found out. A new round of tests confirmed that I was indeed experiencing the closest thing my body could come up with to having a period. With no eggs of my own, It wouldn't do much, but it certainly seemed that an implanted egg would be possible to fertilize. And I might possibly at that point find myself pregnant. Now that the proof of concept was tested out, it was time for the next steps of my transformation. Next up was going to be one of the most pain filled periods of my life, and I say that as someone who has had to heal from having most of his male running tackle removed and rerouted. It involved strategically breaking my hips in several places surgically, and then arranging a more female set of hips. This was necessary to make sufficient room for a human baby to grow inside me without issues. At this time, to minimize the number of procedures I was going to have to endure, we also agreed to install a set of breast implants (36C) to give me a more feminine profile, some work on my face and other areas to make me appear more of a woman, and a vocal procedure that would give me the voice range of a woman without tons of speech therapy that we just didn't have time for. Again, Bressler Retrogenics had a few tricks up their sleeves to assist with the effectiveness of the procedures. I soon found myself the proud owner of a new female model voice box and exterior. Again, there was a period of healing and recovery, especially from the hip surgery. I was bed ridden for another 2 weeks even with the accelerated healing techniques that Bressler possessed. But it was odd, as I healed and looked at myself in the mirror, instead of being horrified and revolted by what I had done to myself, to my image, I started to be pleased to see myself in the mirror. Maybe even a little happy. I looked like a woman, maybe even a pretty one. My glossy black hair was still a little short, and I looked like I had lost a prize boxing fight, but the lines were there. She would have a cute little mouth, a pert and perky nose, and eyebrows suited to a wry sarcastic expression as needed. I noticed my hips were now about the size of two small zeppelins, which made me look a little bottom heavy. I was assured that the hormones would soon correct the upper works to be more proportionate. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Soon enough though, I was medically prepared as I could be for my solo invasion of Bressler. Stephanie arranged for me to have a manicure and have my ears pierced, and I was introduced to the world of makeup. I found that the makeup was both very embarrassing at first, and secretly a bit of a turn-on to have the ability to transform my regular plain face into that of a bombshell that I would definitely be seeking to date. Tanya, in her Guise as my theoretical chambermaid also assisted in this process, and she was quickly as adept as myself at applying my makeup. The next days were filled with preparations. I needed a completely new wardrobe to fit my new status as theoretical princes pending royal committee approval. I ended up with enough luggage filled with enough clothes to fill my old studio apartment to the brim a couple times over. Apparently princessing involved a lot of changes of wardrobe. On the last day before we were to depart for Bressler, Stephanie presented me with my own mini tiara and a platinum necklace with matching rings and bangles that must have cost a large fortune. She hugged me, whispered, "Thank you," once more, and then we boarded the plane. The short puddle jump plane hops only took a few minutes, and I soon found myself stepping out of an airplane wearing a dress for the first time. I was stepping onto the Tarmac when I heard a female voice scream, "DOWN!" as a small weight hit me in the back, knocking me to the ground. I looked around confused, in time to see the small fuel cart behind me begin to explode. I wasn't even in Bressler for more than 20 minutes, and someone was already trying to kill me. I nodded to Tanya, still covering my back with her own body that I was ok. This was going to get interesting. To be Continued...