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I opened my eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Especially down below. Last thing I remembered was the screaming, then the crunch. I looked over, and saw Mom and Dad sitting next to the bed I was in. The settings started to be more recognizable, as I realized I must be in a hospital bed. I heard a faint beeping and whooshing from what appeared to be a respirator behind me. I got the sense that I had been here a while. I looked at Mom and Dad, an unfamiliar hose tugging at my mouth Bruises covered their faces, and it looked like my mom had a broken arm at the least. I tried to speak. Mom stopped me. "Honey, don't try to talk yet. You can't with the hose in your throat. The doctor will be by to remove it shortly. But we wanted to talk to your first. We've... You've been through a lot. We were in a car accident. Do you remember that?" I nodded. Mom smiled a grim smile, trying to keep a brave face. I could tell there was something they wanted to tell me but weren't yet sure how from the looks on their faces. Mom continued, as dad gripped her hand. "It was, uh, well, bad is an understatement. the Semi truck forced us over into the guardrail when the driver fell asleep, and the rail, well, it punched through the side of the car. I got off relatively easily, with a busted wing and a few missing fingers, but you, ... weren't quite as lucky." She lifted her bandaged arm. I could see the cast and what looked like a finger and a thumb left on her right hand. I shivered. Dad kissed mom on the head, then squeezed her close as he took up the tale. "The Guardrail, it punched through the side door, sending jagged metal back towards your mom and then into you." He closed his eyes, trembling at the memory. It took a moment before he went on. "The jagged metal it, well it hit your crotch. The ... device... you were wearing on your penis stopped the metal from punching through your hips and spine, but it, and some of your ribs took the brunt of the impact." He shivered at the mental image of the damage. My own mind was reeling, both from the probably level of damage I had endured, and from the revelation that at least a little of my secret was out. Mom continued the tale. "Honey, you took a lot of damage. You... you won't be able to have kids of your own. And there was some other trauma as well. When they were extracting you from the car, and stripping you to start first aid for the trauma, they, er, found your painted toenails, and the tights and panties. Why didn't you come to us if you wanted to transition? We would have supported you!" Mom started to cry. Dad continued where she left off. "The trauma was very bad, and we had some decisions to make. You've been in a coma for a week, but you needed emergency surgery. To your genitals. We had to decide for you if you would be happy with essentially nothing down there, with a glorified balloon in place of what you were born with, or with something closer to female anatomy. Soooo, er, surprise, you're a girl now! It was at that point I started to cry It had just been a silly game Carla and I had played, just a game of dress-up to spice things up, a game a boyfriend was happy to play for his girlfriend. It was then that the door opened and Carla arrived. In between my tears, I noticed her looking me over, speculatively. She seemed upset and sad that I was hurt, but it seemed that there was another facet to her inspection. It almost looked like there was a bit of a gleam in her eye, maybe even a hint of... Excitement? Huh. Maybe things would be ok after all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Are you ready dear? My beautiful wife asked me as she handed me a small shot glass filled with an odd silvery liquid. I nodded, breathless and shaking slightly as I looked down at the concoction. My wife sauntered over to the couch across the way, flinging her leopardess tail off to the side as she sat down, her new Cheetara clone-like form purring as she sat down to watch, next to our next-door neighbor, the formerly petite and shy Judy, who was now going by the handle Dan. She seemed to be adjusting well to her new big burly biker form. The rest of the room was taken up by the other members of the neighborhood transformation club. Fred, rocking his shiny black rectangle monolith form, still sitting on his furniture dolly. His wife Linda, playing idly with her trademark bone femur, rethinking her own transformation into the iconic opening scene ape from 2001 for the hundredth time. Roger and Marsha, the twinned Siamese conjoined cyclopes, Fembot 912901-a, aka George the Barista, and her partner Rita, the sentient flock of seagulls. They all looked on expectantly as I pondered the fate before me. My mind made up, I downed the silvery nanite concoction in one shot. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, I had left the details up to my fierce and lovely wife. She was the reason we were even in this club, transformation was her fetish, making her happy was mine. I felt a warmth run down from my lips, down my throat, spreading out through all of my limbs and extremities and outward to my skin. It wouldn't be long now. I looked expectantly at the mirror across the way. Medical nanotechnology had changed the 23rd century forever. After a few false starts and minor incidents like the Seattle merge plague, they were now considered a safe and essential technology, no more controversial than an old-fashioned medical adhesive band aid might have been back in the day, and it had only taken a few short years for people to come up with other, more esoteric uses for them. With hundreds of settled worlds out there, and near immortal lifetimes to contend with, no one was really worried about who or what anyone wanted to become anymore. Humanity would survive, one way or another, and if a handful of creative types wanted to look a little different, were was the harm? I felt like something was about to happen. I was fairly excited to see what was going to happen next. The minimum 25 year sentence the club had decided on for transformations weighed in the back of my mind, as I noticed my fingernails start to extend. You could certainly add more transformations, you just couldn't undo any for a quarter century. That wasn't the only thing extending, and two large fleshy globes began to creep out from my chest. I watched as my form began to shrink a little in the mirror, the picture behind me that had been level with my head now 2, then 5, then 8 inches above the top of my head, even with the cascade of hair starting to spill out from my head. My features started to become softer, more feminine, and it was clear I was becoming some sort of woman. I could feel the bulge in my crotch start to shrink, and then begin to invert. I felt a rush similar to orgasm as my now vanishing testicles vanished along with my penis, retracting up inside under my pants. I could feel my body hair start to fall away everywhere else on my body. I was nearly a complete woman, when the more esoteric changes started happening. My hands felt different, and I held them up before me as I watched my arms begin to melt away to nothing, and retract into my shoulder. I found I could still control my disembodied hands though, and even move them through motions that I never could have contemplated before. It was then that I felt the next change, as silver-gray latex started crawling out of my skin. Large silver rings formed around my neck and thighs and legs, as well as what used to be my wrists, as silver latex like skin crept up and over my head. In and out of my mouth, my lips forming to what appeared to be a large penis gag with a bonded strap. Then up over my eyes, thick completely solid lenses forming over my eyes, my ears disappearing behind smooth rubberlike flesh. I could still hear and see and speak of course, and eating wasn't really a concern for me with the microfusion reactor forming where my stomach once was. I felt more creeping rubber down the rest of my body, and into my new vagina and ass, then down my legs. I felt plugs form in both of them as well, though I got the sense that those were more removable. Super tall high heels formed down on my feet, as the rubber turned into a thick corset, shrinking my waist to impossible dimensions. In short, I was now the poster child for bondage monthly magazine. A featureless apparently armless rubber sex doll, chastised and raring to go. My disembodied hands could hide away to complete the illusion. I turned my sightless looking face to my lovely wife, and tried a wink. I said, "Oh honey, I love it!" She just purred at me. It was at that point I felt my libido start to ramp up. Everyone clapped, and the rest of the meeting continued. I found myself increasingly fidgeting and agitated as I became more and more horny by the second. I looked over at my wife periodically, who just had a grin as she avoided meeting my eyes, as I noted an unexpected bulge forming in her skirt. 25 years of this? I couldn't wait! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The old-fashioned door chime tinkled as the balding, middle aged, clearly single, man opened the door. He looked around nervously, then slowly made his way inside. The astute might have noticed a hint of a bra strap on his back if they were looking at the thin silk shirt he was wearing. He made his way towards the waiting room area, and checked in with the very cute front desk lady. She was kind and understanding as he stammered through the words that he had an appointment. She directed him to the waiting seats. Another lovely looking lady shortly came to the door of a waiting hallway, and called out a single name. "Karla?" The man nodded, hesitantly, then stood up and followed her into a back room. She gestured at the door to the room with a perfectly manicured hand and a smile that truly lit up her eyes and whispered, "Have fun!" He entered the room, the brightness causing him to blink as the light inside temporarily blinded him. The man that answered to the feminine name Karla barely heard the door close behind him as he walked inside and sat down in the unoccupied seat in the middle of the room. Nowhere did he see the racks of clothing or makeup stations or anything else that a feminization day spa might normally have. He was starting to get worried that this was some sort of scam, or even worse some sort of sting operation, though what he wanted wasn't illegal. He started to get up and pivoted towards the door, when a soft voice called out from the second, unnoticed chair across from him. "Leaving so soon Mr. Fentwaithe? Or should I say, Ms.?" The soft voice emanated a woman dressed in a soft silver business suit. He blinked as he looked at her. It seemed difficult to focus on her form, but he got the sense that she was basically his ideal of feminine beauty, a goddess made manifest. He sat back down. She grinned. "Very good, Karla, is it? That is a lovely name. It suits you. or it will..." she said cryptically as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. The blood red stiletto heels contrasting against the white sheer fabric of her silk stockings and the hemline of her white business suit. She continued "I know this isn't what you are expecting exactly, and its both less and more than that. I started this business because, well, frankly I was bored. Things get that way after an age or two sometimes. Most of the time, people with your particular quirk are brought to the other rooms in the hall, to be primped and pampered by equally bored and well paid middle aged housewives looking to spice up their life with a bit of harmless feminization of young men like yourself who want to see the other side of life. But every once in a while I take a personal interest in the process. And here we are." She gestured around the empty white room. The man who would be Karla shifted uneasily. This wasn't really what he had signed up for at all. He knew he was never going to be pretty, his old life was too invested in the male world to start over again without a lot of pain for him and his friends and even family. So he settled for this, treating himself to these little makeover sessions and photo shoots as the mood took him. He wasn't sure what this was though. The stunning lady in front of him noted his unease, and spoke more. "Relax my dear, No one is going to hurt you here. In fact, I'm going to give you everything you desire, even that which you hide from yourself." She smiled. "I'm what your kind has called many things over the years. A Djinn, a Genie, a being of light and magic, usually bound in service. I'm a bit unusual though, in that I'm more of a freelancer. None of that 3 wish bullshit, or wish lawyering, or any of that nonsense. Nah, I get a charge out of changing lives. The catch is that I'm making the changes based off what's in your mind. You get little, if any say in it. But you get a happy new life, so congratulations!" She finished with a flourish and a wave of her perfectly manicured hands. Karla felt a wave of energy pulse through him, as he became a she in body and spirit. The transformation was instant, one minute he was a middle aged dowdy businessman, the next he was a mid 20's blond bombshell, perhaps a bit too perfect in figure and form to be natural, but the envy of women and desired by men, and more than a couple of those same woman as well. She looked down at her own nailed hand, almond shaped perfect nails clasping her perfect tiny wrist, just as she had always wished for. No trace of a bulge of any sort marred her silky skirt. "But... but how?" she wondered aloud, continuing her inspection, the obligatory hands on her bra and crotch confirming the changes were very, very real. The Genie laughed, and said "Magic!" with a snap of her fingers. Karla found herself teleported back to her office, subtitle, feminine touches differentiating it from what she remembered from before. A new set of memories merged with her own as her own reality shifted just enough to accommodate the new Karla. Karla looked up, and whispered "Thank you!" It may have been her imagination, but she swore that the brand-new old kitten poster on the wall winked back at her as Karla stood up from her desk, eager to explore her now familiar life for the very first time. Curious, she noticed that she was now wearing a wedding ring on her slender finger. She gasped as the implications and accompanying memories flooded into her about that. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The archeologist looked down at the exposed tile in awe. It couldn't be! there was absolutely no way! Yet here it was. He had flown out here on the mere rumor that Greek ruins existed on a sub tropical island. His colleagues thought he was simply taking a sabbatical vacation. He imagined the looks on their faces when he came back with proof of the long lost temple of Poseidon not only being an actual real thing, but located thousands of miles outside the known travel range of the ancient Greek mariners. He looked around at the collapsed sand covered ruin, a glint of metal catching his eye. He stood up, walking towards what would likely have been a central alter of some sort. The glint of gold, unmistakable in the noon day sun caught his eye once more. He walked over, entranced. The shape of a three lobed pitchfork was barely visible on the sand. A hint of a Greek word not uttered in thousands of years just visible under the sand. He recited it aloud as his hand reached to brush sand away from the artifact, making the barest hint of contact. A pink spark, visible despite the bright sunlight struck him in the arm, making him stagger back. Suddenly he felt... strange. His breaths started to come in gasps, as the air seemed to no longer provide the means of supporting life. He clawed at his neck, pulling the kerchief he used to keep the sun off his neck away, an itching feeling driving him nearly mad. His eyes defocused in his glasses, rendering the surrounding area fuzzy even after he tossed the glasses aside. With his fading vision he noticed that his fingers seemed to be growing some sort of webbing between the fingers, almost like a fish fin. He felt a searing pain from the waist down and heard more than saw his pants tear away. he fell over backwards, his balance suddenly lost as his support structure seemed to melt away. He landed in a small tide pool, a splash of water on his neck seemingly providing his first breath of air in seconds. He scrambled towards the sound of the ocean, unsure of what exactly was happening, but reacting to his only clue. Crawling seemed to be difficult, it was as if his legs were useless, and there seemed to be some sort of obstruction on his chest that wasn't there a minute ago. In less of a panicked state he might have noticed the new feelings and sensations coming from those obstructions. he gasped uselessly for air, his gasps altering pitch as he got closer to the water, until it reminded him distantly of a few memorable sessions back in college. It was almost like he was hearing a girl gasp for air. That was the last thought he had for a while as he finally reached the edge of the water and flopped head first into the cool blue waters. As water rushed into all of his orifices, he found that he could breath freely, even as he should be drowning. The minutes without air had taken their toll though, and he quickly passed out, completely submerged. An unknown time later, he woke up. The sun overhead was trending to sunset, so a fair amount of time must have passed. He quickly realized he was looking at the sun from under the surface of the waves. He also soon realized that he was not in fact dead. The third and most disturbing realization was that he was no longer a he, or even technically a human. The first giveaway was the long flowing red hair that seemed to have grown from his, er, well her, head. Then there was the pair of globe like breasts that had apparently ripped open her tan expedition shirt. Then there was her hands, with their long nails and webbing between the fingers. It was a kind of pretty teal green if she thought about it. She blushed at the thought of a part of her being called pretty. Without a mirror, it was hard to tell, but there seemed to be some sort of structure growing on her neck. It felt like some long slits, like you might see on the side of a shark where the gills would be. The biggest change undoubtedly had to be the new tail she was sporting where her legs had been. A few experimental attempts at swimming proved that it was both very powerful and very functional. She estimated her new top swimming speed was something about 9 times faster than the fastest Olympic athlete that ever lived. Feeling experimental, she stuck her head above the water. The fuzzy vision immediately returned. Eyes adapted for seeing underwater. Right. That was going to be a problem. Further experiments proved that drying out on the beach both didn't turn her back into a human, and didn't feel particularly pleasant either, due to the whole suffocation thing. Her equipment bag with the precious cell phone might have been miles away rather than the 30 feet inland that it was. It seemed that her ability to make noises or call out above the water was also severely hindered by the lack of lungs. She sat herself on a nearby hunk of temple ruin under the waves, and said aloud underwater, "Well, fuck." She was very surprised when a nearby sea turtle swam towards her and politely said "Er, can I help you miss?" with a wave of its fin that might have been a salute. She boggled and nearly popped out of the water in startlement as she replied "YOU CAN TALK???!!!". The turtle took one long look at her, then looked at the destroyed temple, then did what can only be described as an underwater sigh. "Of course, another one. Look lady, you're a mermaid now, like it or not. Temple of Poseidon, home of the long lost trident of really bad ideas made manifest, blah blah blah, and now poof, here you are. What's important for you to know right now is that there are others of you, I'll show you how to get there, and that you have certain powers over sea creatures, like yours truly and more importantly sharks. Soooo, if you see any sharks as we swim, please kindly tell them to fuck right off and not eat me? Sound fair?" the turtle finished with an arched eye ridge. She nodded. They swam for a short while as the turtle kept up a general tour guide dialogue. Eventually he said, "so, what do they call you anyways? I'm swims-with-the-big-surf." She blushed again and said, "er, well, Fred. Up until a few hours ago I was a guy. But then I read the writing on that trident." she finished lamely. Swims-with-the-big-surf stopped and turned on a dime, looking her straight in the eye. "You... can read the sacred writing?" he asked with astonishment. She nodded. "yeah, ancient Greek with a bit of Minoan thrown in for color is no problem for me. That and quite a few others. I can write it too. Not that its going to do me much good down here." she said with a shrug. Swims-with-the-big-surf threw back his head in the turtle equivalent of a laughing fit. Finally, he calmed down enough to continue. "I wouldn't be so sure of that... Your highness. Welcome to your new home, my queen" he said with an elaborate for a turtle bow. The mermaid looked up at the submerged golden letters that seemed to spell out a word long lost to history. She read it out loud in awe. "Hail Atlantis" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Come on! We don't want to be late!" Nina said as she dragged me from the car towards the doctor office door. I tottered along behind her. "My aunt works here, I got you an appointment with her, so you gotta make sure you get your cute ass inside and get you some of that E-juice!" She said with a grin, her bubblegum popping as she talked. Nina was a very sexy looking girl, clearly a 10 out of 10, but she could tend to be a little, direct. I still wasn't sure quite what she saw in shy and nerdy little me, but when the opportunity comes up to have a smoking hot girlfriend, you put up with a few of her quirks, even if it means you find yourself wobbling unsteadily behind her on unfamiliar high heels in a somewhat scandalous dress out in public for all the world to see. The waiting room inside didn't take very long, and soon the nurse called out "Ted?" I nodded and got up. Nina followed behind me as the nurse took my vitals. 98 pounds soaking wet, 5'1" tall in heels, 19 years old, just started community college, collector of owl figurines, etc. All my information was dutifully entered into a chart, along with Nina's suggestion for a nickname of "Tessa" I shivered a bit as the reality of why I was here started to really sink in. The nurse led me inside. The doctor inside, one Aunt Margaret, aka Nina's Aunt, or in this case Doctor Valentine according to her name tag, looked over, saw me, then saw Nina, then sighed a deep and audible sigh. "Nina, you know the rules, it's always nice to see you, but please go wait in the lobby while I am with the patient." Nina waved at her aunt, gave me a pair of thumbs up, then vanished to the waiting area. Doctor Valentine looked me over, shook her head, then sat down. "She found another one I see. Figures. Look, I love my niece, but she is a bit of a fetishist for anything having to do with feminization. Ted, is it? You're not the first guy she has dragged in here trying to get them to start gender transition for sexual favors. What you two do in your own time is your business, but I run a reputable gender clinic here, ok? If this is something you want for you, that's a whole other story and I'll be happy to help. I have to say you made it further than most do though, The blood draw usually scares them off." She shook her head again, then idly flipped through my chart. I was looking down at the floor, beet red and feeling pretty low. I dug imaginary holes in the vinyl floor with my spike heeled boot. "I, uh, I really like your niece, ma'am, but I kind of... I kind of like this too. All of it." I looked up, hopeful. "I do think I want this. I don't think that's just my hormones talking either. It just feels, good?" I finished, with a shrug of my silk ruffle covered shoulders. Doctor Valentine looked at me speculatively. Finally she nodded to herself, some decision made. She wrote a paper up in silence, then handed it to the nurse that arrived as if by magic. The nurse returned after about 10 minutes with a set of 4 pill bottles, 2 sets of 2 seemingly identical containers. One with yellow lids. Doctor Valentine inspected the bottles, then handed all 4 of them to me. "You seem sincere, so I'm going to take you at your word, but with an out. the bottles with the yellow lid are sugar pills. Placebos. The other bottles contain estrogen and hormone blockers. I'm going to give you both, and schedule an appointment for follow up in a month. The next time you have sex with my Niece, shortly after you are spent, make your choice. Just know that your choice is for life. Good luck! Nina was ecstatic as I showed her the prescription bottle as Doctor Valentine watched us head to her car. I could practically feel the heat rising from her pussy at the thought. I was pretty turned on as well, but thoughtful. I wasn't sure I saw a lifetime with Nina in the cards, but I was beginning to think I might walk more than a mile in her shoes... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The author hit submit on the upload button, her latest and last for a while story uploading to the que. She hoped her small legion of fans would enjoy it. It was going to be a while before she had a chance to learn the new system and get another one done. She felt her little clitty drip a little bit down the cage as the noises of her wife having a very nice time indeed upstairs reached another in the series of long running crescendos. The two guys she came back with this time seemed like they were well equipped for the task at hand. A soft chime sounded from the alarm clock behind her. She stretched one long stretch, then stood up. She stared at her fingers, marveling at the perfect nails and manicure job. That had taken ages to get right. After what seemed like another age, she shivered a little, then set about her own task. First up, the chastity. She took the key where it sat on the dresser, then unlocked this particular cage for the last time. She tossed it away, and picked up the new, smaller cage. The noises upstairs continued towards another crescendo. She thought about masturbating, but mistress had said not to, and she did so much want to be a good girl. On went the new cage, anchored this time just to her little clitty by her tiny and cute piercing. The new lock wasn't so much a lock as it was a latch. A special, one time latch. She dutifully poured in the epoxy as directed, then snapped it closed with a shiver. Now she picked up the strange looking set of reverse pliers, and stretched open the first of 4 orange tiny rubber rings. She slid them up over her dangling and unsightly scrotum, making sure to get it all, then let the ring snap home. The force brought her to her knees for a moment, but then she continued until all 4 rings were in place. She paused to make sure the ice pack was in position on the bed, it wouldn't do to forget that detail. She paused again to take some pain medicine, the water swirling the pills around her metal plate clad tongue. She longed to taste the bitter taste of those pills, or anything other than the metallic taste she now expected. The rivets did pinch a bit too. She raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow as the sounds upstairs reached another crescendo. Perhaps it was time for the ear plugs. She coated both plugs with the biocompatable epoxy, and shoved them deep inside her ears. Instantly all sound was lost, save for the robot female voice stating, "System initialized, permanent installation mode detected. Presets are now locked." That voice, and a few set commands were all she would hear from now on. The total absence of sound otherwise was both a little bit of a relief from the noisy trio upstairs, and a new frightening step in her journey. Almost done now. She set the half opened hand spheres on the bed, the epoxy half filled inside them already. She sat down on the bed, carefully locking first one, then the other leg in the shackles on the bed, ensuring her darkening sack was sitting squarely on the ice. Mistresses friend would be by to finish the job there soon enough. She positioned the headband over her forehead, ready to pull down over her eyes in a minute. She looked at her hands, one last time, admiring the play of the lights overhead on her splendid nails. She was going to miss those. But mistress's love was more important. Mind made up, she placed her left hand into the epoxy covered sphere, and closed it. She could feel the epoxy flow around her balled fist inside the hand sphere. She then inserted her right hand in the other one. With an unheard click, it slammed closed. her hands were lost to her, just as she planned. Writing new work was going to be much slower with the new foot activated chaordic keyboard, but she figured she would manage. She also figured the stories would have a much more erotic tinge to them from now on. She placed her left arm into the mounted shackle at the corner of the bed, it closed with a click. She used her right arm to awkwardly pull down the cloth headband, shutting out light for now, then placed her other arm in the last shackle. It closed, locking her in place on the bed. Nothing to do now but wait. An unknown time later, she felt sharp jabs, then some tugging down by her groin. Probably Mistress's friend finishing the task. She wondered what her clitty would look like without that ugly scrotum flopping around. She felt said clitty try to harden in her new, unforgiving cage. It never really went back down from there. She heard one phrase in her ears via the same robotic voice as light flooded her vision. "Mistress loves her husband, she is a wonderful slave". The smile beaming down from her goddess was all the reward she needed, as her mistress moved her well used and dripping pussy up for her slave to lick clean. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The giggling couple marched in hand in hand, sundresses and purses matching despite their height and build differences. They walked to the front desk, their faces smiling and eyes lit up with a sparkle of joy and excitement. The receptionist could smell a distinctive smell on them as they checked in for their appointment. She smirked a bit, and raised one arched and plucked brow as she typed on the keyboard, her nails clacking away as she pulled up the appointment logs. There was a reason there were so many single occupancy restrooms out in the lobby. "Welcome to Bressler Retrogenics Applied ero-tech division! You're a bit early for your appointment, but if you would be so kind to wait, a technician will be right with you. In the mean time, please take a look at our latest 2031 catalog offerings!" she finished with a smile, pointing at the smart table in the waiting room that was displaying a dizzying array of life altering options and features. The giddy couple sat down and quickly started scrolling through the new stuff. The front desk lady looked over at her co worker, an absolutely ripped looking guy named Janet, and whispered "$10 bucks says they go for package 347-b." Janet's eyebrow rose on his left side, and he shook his head. "No way, you're on. They'll go for 22-beta like everyone else." 22-Beta was the most popular general upgrade package. New, larger and much more sensitive genetalia, sensate nipples for the dudes, turbocharged ones for the ladies, the usual throat pleasure package, and the ever popular "butt fun time enhancement suite" that essentially crammed a pussy and a cluster of prostates in the back. Very popular, and on sale this month. 347-b was a new variant on that particular line. All the pleasure pieces, cranked up to 10 from the levels 22-beta were set at, but with one very important distinction. That gun had no trigger. You could race the race, but there wasn't a finish line. The first test group had nearly gone mad from lust and pleasure in the month before the test was over, and then once it was over, half of them signed right back up again. In an age when nothing was forbidden or taboo, it was the ultimate option. Always the simmer, never the boil. The receptionist trembled a little just imagining it. So far there had been less than a handful of takers for that particular setup. But she had a feeling about this couple. As it turned out, she was partially right. they were also here for a bit of cosmetic plumbing work as well. The former male wanted to be a female down below, while his wife wanted to be a particularly well hung hermaphrodite, and they both wanted a set of mouth labia. But they did also end up opting for 347-b. It was always fun watching new converts leave their first conversion session. They inevitably walked slowly and deliberately, as their senses got used to the new inputs from their new plumbing. Cram 80 times the nerve ending density per square centimeter into any dick or vagina and anyone was going to have a bit of trouble walking without climax. Then couple that with a bunch of new, never before felt sensations, and you had a recipe for comedy gold for anyone watching. Usually they never made it past the last of the bathrooms without a quick stop. And this couple was no different from those others. I mean, they were clearly different. The former guy was a good foot shorter than he started the morning if nothing else. The receptionist trembled at the thought. Another week or so and she would have enough saved up to get her own member converted on the company discount plan. She hoped that having a pussy was everything it was cracked up to be. She couldn't help but think of other options as well though. So many to choose from. She loved her job though! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well, I hope you enjoyed some or all of these short vignettes. They are just flights of fancy that occurred to me as I was thinking up possible ideas for new stories. Some of them are more extreme than others. If you like any of them well enough that they should be expanded on, let me know in the comments. Or if they are all terrible and should be expunged from the net, let me know that too. Feedback makes me a better writer. Thanks! Kimmy