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"BUZZ," sounded the alarm. From under a pile of tangled blankets, a hand reached out. A limp arm quickly followed the hand. The bed coverings exploded into the air.

Ken jumped out of bed shouting, "Shit! I have to get going."

Ken ran through his morning routine. He dressed as he brushed his teeth. "8:45 AM," his watch read. He threw on his jacket and grabbed his tie. Running out the door, he fumbled to create a decent looking knot in his tie.

Ken ran across campus to the Student Services building. Through the hallways he ran. A few near misses brought angry shouts. Ken opened the door to the career center and darted inside the office.

Gasping for air, he said, "I have a 9:00 A.M. appointment with the Emerson Industry recruiter."

The man said, "He's waiting for you. Go right in."

He opened the door to see and scowling pudgy little balding man waiting for him. "I take it you're Mr. Benson."

Ken sat down and opened his briefcase, he said, "Yes I'm Ken Benson." He placed a resume on the table and slid it to him.

The unhappy man took the paper and glanced at it. Setting back down, he began to say, "I'm sorry but..." His cell phone rang interrupting him. "Just one second," he said. Ken expectantly listened to half the conversation. "Yes he's here. Well, no I was just... Okay... yes... very good sir... I'll tell him... yes have him meet with you... I understand." The man hung up and looked at the nervous recent college graduate. "I have some good news.  You're hired."

"YES," Ken shouted, jumping out of his chair. The he sat on went crashing to the floor behind him.

"They want to see you right away," he said. "Here is a map. I have marked the room in which you are supposed to meet them."

"They want to see me now?" Ken commented puzzled.

"They sure do," he replied. "Take this map and get there as soon as you can."

"Okay," Ken replied, rising to leave. "Thanks!"

Ken once again was running. This time it was for joy. He raced down the hallways to the first floor. His new employer was waiting for him.

In a conference room on the other side of the building, a middle-aged man carefully lay out some clothing. Out of a bag he retrieved a miniskirt. The skirt extended from just under the wearer's breasts to a mini length. From about he hips down it was knife pleated. Extending from the back of the dress was a pair of shoulder straps. They were about 1 inch wide and attached to the top front by two large buttons. Next to the skirt, he laid a long sleeve raspberry red silk satin blouse.

He thought, 'Damn I'd love to see a woman in these.' It had been so long since he had seen a woman at all. Even a fat, ugly, sick woman would be enough to get him hard.

Next he retrieved a 3 piece raspberry red satin bra, panty and garter set. The lingerie set looked stunning next the black nylon hose that they came with. He examined the bra and thought, 'These are some big ones. They had to be at least a "C" cups maybe even a "D" cups.' He took out a black silk slip and camisole. 'This is really nicely color coordinated,' he mused.

The man took out a pair of black paten leather strapless closed toe pumps. They smelled of fine leather. They were very expensive. Next to them he laid a semicircular hair comb. It was raspberry red like the blouse. With the comb, he laid out two simple ruby earrings.

Lined up on the floor were a few trunks and suitcases. Most contained female clothing of every description. One small suitcase contained jewelry and yet another suitcase contained makeup.

Three men entered the room. The distinguished man he recognized as Mr. Emerson himself. The other he knew was Bob McKenna. He was the president of his division. The third man he didn't recognize.  He was an older looking short stocky man. He wore thick reading glasses. It seemed strange to him since vision could now almost totally be corrected with ocular implants.

"Knock, knock, knock," came from the door.

"Come on in," Bob answered.

Ken Benson entered, grinning from ear to ear. As Ken shook each man's hand, he said, "Thanks for the opportunity," over and over.

Mr. Emerson said, "Ken we need you for a special assignment."

"Sure I'll do whatever I can," Ken replied.

"Now Ken you must understand this is no ordinary assignment," Mr. Emerson said firmly. "I can't tell the details up front. I can only tell you it's of vital importance."

"Okay," Ken said, "I'm your man."

Mr. Emerson poised thoughtfully with his hand to his chin. He replied, "All right then. We'll get started."

Taking a moment to inspect his surroundings, Ken looked around the room. He spotted the items on the table. Slowly he walked over to them.

"What he hell?" he muttered.

The sensation of cold metal on his neck made him flinch.  He felt something grab his neck. Instinctively, he grabbed to remove the object. He felt a small circular disk about 3-inches in circumference and 1-inch in thickness. He heard a tiny motor engage and felt a sharp stabbing pain in the center of his spine.
The room began to spin and he began to fall. He thrust out his hands to catch himself and everything went black.

***

Ken took a deep breath and blinked opened his eyes. He began to sit up.

"Man does my head hurt," he said, grabbing the back of his head.  He hacked and coughed. His voice sounded strange and unfamiliar.  He brushed his hair off his face. "Strange," he thought. "My hair shouldn't be this long." With every breath he felt something heavy hanging from his chest. He deliberated, "What's on me?"

Still only half aware, he felt his chest with his right hand.  Instantly, he was awake. His eyes grew wide and he gazed downward in disbelief. He saw two black straps running over a satin raspberry red blouse. Two very large orbs tented the blouse. With trembling hands, he felt the mounds.

Soft sensitive flesh was what he felt. The mounds were a part of him. They transmitted the sensation of hands upon them.

With out really thinking, he shifted his legs. A terrible emptiness rang an alarm inside his brain. It immediately it grabbed his conscious thoughts. He lifted up his legs bending his knees. Two black nylon legs extended from under a black satin pleated skirt. The skirt fell down his legs revealing raspberry red satin garters and panties. He lifted his head and looked at the center of the "V" that his legs made. No familiar bulge was present under the panties. There in its place was a totally unfamiliar sight. A very slight mound with a crevice in the middle could visibly be seen in the panties.

He slid one of his hands down his belly and between his legs.  Ever gently he touched between his legs. Beneath the silken material of the panties, he felt a vagina. With the slightest touch, pulses of pleasure radiated to his brain. Overcome, he passed out again.

***

When he awoke again, he felt cool air blowing between his legs.  He mused, "It must have been a dream." However, every sensation of his body declared it was not. His mind inventoried its body.  Again he rediscovered his female organs.

He propped himself up with his arms. As if in a trance, he gazed downward at his body. It was not his at all. What he saw was the body of a 19-year-old girl. After several minutes, he stood up. His miniskirt dropped down covering up his lingerie-clad hips. He ran his hands over his bottom. Two soft round half globes were beneath his hands. Although he had never touched a woman's bottom before now, if he had, this is what it would feel like.

A mirror hung on the opposite wall. Struggling to walk in high heels, he wobbled over to the image. Matching the blouse, a raspberry red semi-circular Alice band was in his short-feathered black hair.  Gone was any familiar trace of him self in the mirror.

His broad male nose was now thin and delicate. His strong male chin was now oval and delicate. His lips were full and his brown eyes were now dark blue. Two silver earrings with rubies in the center hung from his pierced ears.

His face had expertly been made up. Amongst the other facial decorations, his lips were ruby red lipstick. Even his frame was different. He wasn't a giant before, but was above average in height and strength for a man. Now he was small boned with very small muscles. He could tell, with out his high heels, that he was only 5' 5" inches tall, maybe 5' 6" at the most.

Only then did he notice the strap of a purse encircling his left arm. When he moved his hand, so did the woman in the mirror.

"What he hell?" he gasped. A petite female voice came from his lips. Although he was around 26 years old, he looked as though he were 19 again and the wrong gender. "What is going on? This can't be happening!"
The conference room door opened up. The three executives entered.  "Good I'm glad to see you're up," Mr. Emerson commented.

Livid, Ken asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"This is part of the assignment you volunteered for," Bob said.  "The other part is right here."

He held up a silver 15" circumference metal circle that was hinged in the middle. Bob opened the back clasp forming two hinged half circles. Then he affixed a 1-inch square cube in the middle of the band. Before Ken could react, Bob unsnapped it shut around Ken's neck.

"Wait..." Ken started to say. Immediately, he felt light headed and confused. The third man held out a chair and Ken weakly sat down. The sight of his skirt draped over his shapely feminine legs bewildered him.

Mr. Emerson sat down next to him and put his hand on Ken's stocking clad knee. "Ken as you're aware, over 20 years ago we had the bio wars."

"Yeah I know," Ken said weakly replied. "My dad was in the military. He was stationed in Venezuela, when the war between it and Columbia happened 8 years ago."

Mr. Emerson sat back and looked off into the distance. His mind drifted back in time. "My wife, son and daughter were on vacation in Mexico. I was working. When the war broke out, I didn't think much of it. Two small South American countries, what could happen? The plague hit like wild fire. 90 percent of the world's female population was dead in just a few weeks. Another 8.5 percent died over the next few months. The remainder lived but was left completely sterile. Total extinction of the human race was immanent. Who could have even dreamt of such a thing? No one was ready or prepared."

"I know all that," Ken said, "But what..."

"What about you?" Mr. Emerson interrupted him. "I'm getting to that. As you are aware, the eastern and western world governments were formed a few years later. We in the west started the gender reassignment program. We replace the male XY chromosome with female XX chromosome. After six or so months of complex biogenetic therapy, you have a fertile female. This is the program that is currently in place.

"What you don't know is that only certain individuals may be converted. A small percentage of the population dies if they undergo the treatment. We suspect it is linked to an immune response. Although the central government has denied this fact, rumors about the truth of the matter have spread. It has had a chilling effect upon recruitment. We quickly used up our reservoir of highly motivated individuals. The central government has considered a draft of sorts. However with the prospect of death, this is not a well-supported idea. This leaves us with a crisis. There are over 1300 men for every genetically created woman. Our society is at the breaking point. Some men have killed and kidnapped to get a female. Other more affluent individuals have paid millions of credits for a black market female.

"Unfortunately, the urban myth of men getting abducted and turned into females is quite true. We have documented over 500 of these cases in the Western Alliance. There are another 5000 abduction cases that are unsolved. We suspect agents of the Eastern Alliance have abducted these individuals and are changing them into females. As a result, rioting or war could break out at any time."

"You're going to sell me!" Ken said in horror.

Mr. Emerson chuckled and said, "No, no we're not doing that. We need your help. The technology you were converted with what represents a quantum leap forward. It can literally save the human race. However, we need time. We have run into a few problems. An influential Senator on the Appropriations Committee is willing to give us that time. However, he wants a female assistant. That is where you fit in Ken."
 

"Here you go Charles," the stocky man said to Mr. Emerson, handing him some documents.

He handed a form to Ken. He read,

        Name: Sabrina Benson
        Gender: Female
        Conversion Age: 11
        Education: Scared Heart Girl's School
        Mental Reconditioning: Childhood, Early-Adolescence,
        Adolescence and Young Adult
        Status: Mentally and Physically Fully Conditioned Female
        Sealed Records Synopsis:

        After the death of his wife, the father Allan Benson
        volunteered his son for gender reassignment. Although the
        child was resistant at first, he soon came to accept his
        new role in society. Childhood represented the most
        challenging phase of his mental reconditioning. The
        insensitivity of other children combined with an identity
        crisis left young Sabrina depressive and isolated. This
        improved in early adolescence.

        Puberty prompted male children to elevate female children,
        of which Sabrina was included, to a high social status
        level. This elevation continued throughout the remainder of
        the adjustment phases.

        First sexual encounter as a girl was successful. Sabrina
        was able to fully function sexually as a female. She has
        unreservedly accepted her role as a female and even prizes
        it. The recent death of her father has presented some
        challenges, but she is handling it well...

"None of this is true," Ken proclaimed. "I want to be a guy again.  ou have to change me back!"

Mr. Emerson set down the documents and leaned back. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry Ken you can never change back. The change is permanent."

Ken's mouth hung agape. "WHAT?" he exclaimed. "That's not right!"

"I'm sorry Ken..." Mr. Emerson started to say.

"Charles," Bob interrupted, "We really need to start using her new name. We have to get her used to it."

"Quite right," Charles Emerson replied. "Sabrina, a smart woman like you can go far in this world. There's no telling how far. We need you to work with the Senator and report back to us."

Ken didn't know what to say. "Never change back? I'm a woman forever," he thought in horror. Just then he started to feel dizzy again.

Bob commented, "The metal ring around your neck is reprogramming your mind."

Ken looked up at Bob. He wanted to speak but nothing came out.  New thoughts and ideas kept probing his brain. They were unfamiliar feminine thoughts. Like foreign invaders, they inserted themselves firmly in his consciousness.  After a few minutes, they removed the programming collar.

"You'll need to wear this every day for two weeks," Mr. Emerson stated. "Take this collar with you. You have been preprogrammed to automatically wear this each night for one hour."

Bob put the collar and cube in Ken's suitcase. A man ducked his head in the door and said, "Senator Shaw's limo has arrived." Bob looked up and said, "We'll be right there."

The men help Ken up and escorted him out. His breasts jigging inside his bra and his skirt flapping against his thighs overwhelmed his brain. He noticed men stopping to stare at him, when they passed by. They didn't even try to conceal their leering glances. For some this was the only live woman they had ever seen up close.

Once outside, the chauffer opened the door to the limousine. Out stepped a distinguished looking man with gray on his temples. His suit and demeanor screamed of power and wealth.

"Charles good to see you," the senator said extending his hand.

"Jim good to see you too," Charles said vigorously shaking the senators hand.

"Who have we here," the senator said admiringly.

"This is Sabrina Benson your new assistant," Charles proudly replied.

Ken could barely manage to utter, "Hi." He was still in a stated of shock. The driver loaded Ken's new luggage into the back of the limo and closed the trunk.

"I can't talk right now Charles," the senator said. "I have a committee meeting to attend."

"I understand," Charles said. "I'll talk to you later."

The senator put his arm around Ken's shoulders and led him to the car. "I think we are going to get along very well," he said. The senator took a long leering look at Ken's legs, when he bent over to get inside the limo.

Once inside the senator told his drive to take him to the committee meeting. He reached over with his right hand and put it on Ken's neck. He ran his hands through Ken's short jet-black hair.

"You're just what I imagined you'd be." With his left hand, he pulled down his fly and pulled out his swollen shaft.

It seemed surreal to Ken as his head was pulled toward the jutting pole.

"No I...uuukkkllll," Ken gagged on the senator's shaft.

The senator derived little satisfaction in seeing Ken choke on his penis. He pulled Ken's head off him. He forced Ken to his knees with his chest against the seat cushion.

Swiftly the senator mounted Ken from behind. Almost frantically the senator pulled Ken's panties down. Ken opened his mouth to speak the very second the senator thrust into Ken. Ken's mouth hung open as the senator's hips collided with his bottom.

"Oh God," he managed to whisper.

The senator grabbed Ken's neck and held his head against the seat. Immediately, he began sliding in and out of Ken's wet vaginal folds. As the throbbing shaft slipped in and out of Ken, his heart skipped a beat. His new vaginal lips transmitted every millimeter of the thick shaft entering him. His new labia relayed pulse and ridge of the senator's thick member. He tried to reject the knowledge of what was happening, but it couldn't. His body wouldn't let him. Over and over again the senator's shaft plunged deep into Ken's body.

Ken looked back over his shoulder. He saw the senator mounted on top of him and thrusting inside him. Having this vantage point in sex was beyond his ability to cope. Women for centuries have had this view of sex. He never imagined it would be his.

Even as his body rocked with each thrust, he thought, 'This can't be happening to me. I am a guy not a girl, but a man is fucking me. I can't be a woman. I don't want to be a woman. This isn't real!'

The pleasurable pulse between his legs grew stronger by the second. They forced out his doubt and disbelief. His body was alive to every sensation. His previous mental conditioning started to assert itself. His mind absorbed the sensation of his new female body.

He thought, 'I love being a woman and wearing silk clothing. Oh yes, I love having sex like this.' He tried to repel the new feeling, but he couldn't.

Loosing himself in the moment, he began pushing backward meeting the senator's thrusts. Their bodies created a meaty slapping noise as they meet. Silently Ken thought, 'Yes, yes, yes.' Not able to contain him self any longer, every muscle in his body tensed and his vagina shot machine gun like pulses shooting to his mind. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned. The next second Ken felt hot cum spray deep inside him. He gasped, 'Oh God yes!'

A piece of his masculinity disappeared that moment. His heart sunk and a lump formed in his throat. He knew he was now Sabrina and Ken was no more.

When the senator began removing Ken's panties, Sabrina lifted her legs to assist him. She watched him pull them down his legs and over his feet. The senator held them to his face and took a long sniff. He then threw them on the floor.

The senator sat back down on the seat and pulled Sabrina onto his lap. After lifting up her hips, the senator didn't guide his tool to her vagina. Instead he directed it to her tight sphincter. Shock and surprise filled her as the tip of his rod entered her. Like being impaled, she slid down on the fleshy pole. Ever deeper it plunged. It felt as if it would fill her entire body. At long last she sat on his lap. With every bump in the road, she barely moved. The rod in her bottom held her upon his lap.

She knew what he wanted. Bracing her legs, she lifted up her hips. Then she slid back down his slick rod. Up and down she rode. The senator reached around her and caressed her breasts through her blouse. New impulses of pleasure gripped her. Her two nipples were like pleasure buttons. With each touch, sensual impulses echoed throughout her body. Very soon, she felt his cock twitch and his sperm shoot inside her. She gulped. She had cum in her bottom.

As if in slow motion, she felt his cock sliding out of her bottom. Once she was off of him, she sat with her naked bottom on the cold leather seat. She spotted her discarded panties and quickly put them on again. She smoothed her skirt under her and pressed her legs tightly together. The senator cleaned his tool off with a wet rag from the limo's sink.

She looked out the window. Shame, disgust and nausea filled her. 'I am a woman and just made love to a man!' she thought.

They hit a bump in the road and her breasts jostled. The senator moved her forward and pulled down the zipper in the back of her dress. He unbuttoned her shoulder straps and her blouse too. He removed all her garments leaving her naked from the waist up. Not satisfied with half nudity, he continued pulling them down until she was completely nude.

Again, the senator pulled her face into his lap. This time she put up no resistance. The senator's musky male scent filled her nostrils. The sight of male organs still repulsed her. She closed her eyes and held his wilting tool to her lips. She opened her mouth and drew it inside it. Her tongue flinched, as she tasted cum for the first time.

"Yuck," she managed to say.

She wrapped her ruby red lips around his shaft and began to suck.  Somehow she knew just what to do. She teased the sensitive tip of the senator's shaft with her tongue. The senator flinched and moaned. Up and down its length she moved her lips. Ever deeper the hot pulsing tool probed.

The senator gazed at the beauty giving him a blowjob. He loved watching her red lips wrapped around his tool. Her hair felt so soft and silk, as he ran his fingers through it. He pulled her head ever closer toward the base of his shaft. His tool probed down her throat. He ignored her choking sounds and began to face fuck her. Soon the familiar explosion occurred and his hot cum shot into her mouth.

She withdrew her mouth from his rod. The senator lifted her head by her chin. He said, "Now be a good girl and swallow."

He saw Sabrina's neck flex and knew she had obeyed him. He ran he hand through her hair and then grabbed a handful. Forcefully he yanked her head backward and gazed into her eyes. He said, "I am going to fuck you until you pass out."

The senator thought, 'Charles Emerson has out done himself this time.'
 

One Week Earlier
 

The door to the bar opened and out of the rain stepped a man wearing a tuxedo. He scanned the bar and saw whom he was meeting. A woman with red hair wearing a short black sequin dress sat sipping a martini. She was the focus of everyman's attention. A few brave souls tried to hit on her, but with a few words, she chased them off.

The man walked up to her and said, "Hello Brian how you doing?"

The woman looked at him and replied, "Hello Frank. I go by Jessica now."

He sat down next to her. "I'll have what she's having," he said to the bartender. "So, Jessica, do you have what I requested?"

Jessica reached down between her ample breasts and plucked out a memory crystal. "Here you go."

Each of them took out a small flip top e-pad and turned it on.

Frank quipped, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine."

"Cute Frank," she said sarcastically, "Real cute, but I'm not interested."

"What?" he said innocently. "No guy has ever gotten between those luscious legs?"

"None have and none will," she said sternly. "I'm no queer."

Frank wanted to argue the point. She was, after all, a woman now.  It wasn't gay. Yet he knew to get to business.

"Okay Jessica I have transferred into your account one million credits as agreed… now, my crystal please."

She handed him the data crystal.  Each checked the others veracity and when Jennifer was satisfied, she got up to leave.

“We should leave together or it will seem suspicious.  Company security forces are everywhere,” Frank responded, joining her.

Jennifer hated to admit it, but he was right.  One slip up now and the both of them would be going to prison for a long, long time.

"We'll take my limo to where you're parked," Frank added, "If we're being followed my driver will notice."

The pair exited the bar and hurried through the rain and into the limo. They brushed off the water and the driver pulled away.

“So you never told me the complete story," Frank commented, eying her.

"You know… you have the reports,” she replied, suspiciously.

"It's not like getting it first hand," he replied with a smirk, adding, "we have a minute or two and I'd like to hear it."

Jennifer sighed…  "I was a lab assistant at the bio research facility in Colorado Springs.  Dr. Smith was researching sex change DNA among sea creatures.  You know like oysters.  They change sex every other year."

Frank nodded knowingly.

"I was testing the new viral sex change samples on chimpanzees, when one of them bit me.  I felt fine at first, but the next day I woke up and I was like this.  I was their break through.  A monkey virus had combined with our DNA Virus and it changed every cell in my body within twenty-four hours," she stated, gesturing.  "Now they are manufacturing the virus and can place any DNA they wish into the virus.  Once it is injected into the spinal column, bam you're a woman.  They even have handy little disks to distribute the viral load."

"What about your life afterward," Frank asked her.

"Oh that," she replied. "Every damn day some guy is trying to get me to bed.  I tell them all to go to hell."

"So, why won't they change you back if you're so miserable?"

"You should know that," she snorted. "Your goddamn father owns the company!"

"Yes, he does…" Frank responded, "but he doesn't trust me I'm afraid."

"Imagine that," she snidely replied, rolling her eyes.

"To answer your question, no they wouldn't help me at all.  They said test animals changed more then once went insane 75% of the time.  They told me, 'The viral compound eats the brain if it is used more then once.' They don't fool me. I know it was a lie. They just enjoy seeing me in panties."

"You may be right.  You are their prize.  They are not going to let you change back.  You are too much fun at show and tell," Frank responded as he opened his briefcase and took out a programming collar.  He opened it and asked, "You know what this is?"

"No Frank, I give up what is it," she replied.

Before she could stop him he quickly snapped it around her neck.

"Stop that!" she yelled, fighting to take it off.  "What are you pulling Frank?"

"What is your account number and authorization code to your bank account?"

"Go to..." she started to reply when to her surprise she said, "44566XR23481" and followed with her access number.

"Thank you," he responded smugly and took out his e-pad.  He accessed her account and took back his money.

"What the hell is going on?" she demanded.

"That collar you're wearing is my idea," Frank explained. "A psychiatric clinic in the Netherlands was using it to control mental patients and I added the programming cube to adjust attitudes.  Why don't you be a good girl and get on your hands and knees."

Like a puppet on a string, Jessica crawled off the seat and onto all fours.  Frank then knelt behind her on the floor and ran his hands up her thighs until he explored under her skirt.

"Don't do this Frank," she whimpered, adding, "I'll get you for this."

Frank ignored her and lifted up her dress.  He gazed at her lovely bottom which was barely covered by black silk panties.  He pressed two fingers between her legs and began to rub.

"Stop it," she gasped.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to love this."

He pulled her panties down around her thighs and pulled out his tool.  Kneeling behind her he inserted only the tip inside her.

"I'm going to fuck you into being a woman," he declared and then forcefully thrust into her.

Jessica tossed her head, flinging back her red hair and a guttural grunt escaped her lips!  She proceeded to moan with every thrust…

Going in and out of her, he said, "You should feel my little invention invading your mind, Jessica… as I'm actually fucking your mind as well as your lovely body."

"PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEE NNNNNNOOOOO," she cried with her voice warbling.

Seeing her distress excited him, so he trust in and out of her even faster and after he saw her grimace with an orgasm, he came too…

After shooting his load deep inside her, he pulled out and thrust in again, shooting out the last spurt of fluid.  He pulled out and reached between her legs.  He patted her stomach and said, "How does it feel to have cum inside you for the first time?"

Jessica hung her head in shame.

Frank sat back on the seat with a smile… then commanded, "You may service me."

Protesting all the way, Jessica crawled to him and began sucking him off.
 

***

John Banks paced back and forth awaiting the Vidphone call.  He was formerly with the British SAS and then MI6.  After the Western Alliance Government was formed, senior men like himself were given the boot.  He was supposed to survive on a measly pension.  It wouldn't pay a third of his expenses.  He regretted it, but he had to hire himself out.  He hated working with amateurs.

At last the Vidphone beeped.  He pressed receive.  The screen came to life.  It was Frank. Something was moving in his lap and when he looked closely at the screen he realized what was happening.  A redheaded woman was sucking him off. Such displays were vulgar as far as he was concerned.

Frank inserted the data crystal into the screen and said, "I'm transmitting to you now."

John downloaded the plans and said, "We will move tonight."

Frank groaned and said, "Very good. I'll call you in the morning."

John watched the Vidphone click off.  He then called his team together and headed for the target.  It was going to be a long night.
 

***

John and three of his men broke through the gate and headed for the main building snake formation. The third man carried high tech infiltration gear. All sound, heat and motion sensors were suppressed thus making them invisible to security.

Upon arriving at the building, one man used a small laser torch to cut open the basement steel doors. Within a minute they were in the building. Using the information Jessica provided, they were able to navigate the complex maze of tunnels. They hopped in a cart and rode down a 5-mile long tunnel into the heart of the mountain. Cameras along the way were automatically fed false images by their equipment. Meanwhile in security headquarters, half-asleep guards saw only empty tunnels.

Once arriving at their destination, they waited. They knew from the intelligence that roving patrols would eventually pass by.  The men took up positions in the dark and stood poised for action.

They didn't have long to wait. The sound of approaching footsteps announced their approach. Each man energized his pulse rifle and took aim at his sector of the hallway. The four men patrol marched down the hallway in two man wide military style.

John said, "When they get to the third door, take them out." When the patrol arrived, four pulses of energized light hit their mark. Three of the men collapsed immediately. The fourth staggered toward a panic button. John aimed at the man's temp and fired. A puff of smoke emanated from the man's temple. He wobbled and then fell down dead.

Two men hid the bodies, while the two other men provided cover.  In only a few seconds, they were once again were on the move. At long last they arrived at their destination. John used the security codes Jessica provided to open the laboratory doors.

Inside the lab, a female lab tech said to her partner, "Kent would you like a cup of coffee.  I'm heading to the break room?"

"No thanks Sally. I'm fine," Kent replied.

Sally froze in her tracks.  Her eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open. Paralyzed with fear, she silently stared at the men.  John jumped up and grabbed her, placing his hand over her mouth.  He knocked her out with a stun dart.  The woman crumpled into his arms.  He dragged her into a closet and laid her on the floor.

Meanwhile, one of John's other men crept up on Kent.  There was a slight struggle and some noise.  Soon Kent was on the closet floor with Sally.

John entered the last set of codes and the inner bio lab door was opened. Inside, Dr. Keenan was too engrossed in his work to hear the footsteps behind him.  John grabbed him from behind.

"WHAT... WHO," Dr. Keenan said in alarm.

John dragged the short pudgy man over to the vault.  One of John's team members already had cut it open.  Into the vault he dragged the doctor.

"Show me which ones are the gender disks," John ordered.
The doctor pointed to a metal box. "Nice try doc," John said, "But that's not it." John jammed his pistol into the man's back and said, "Talk or die!"

"They are there," Dr. Keenan said pointing to a glass box.

"That's more like it," John said, hitting the man on the head with the butt of his pulse pistol.  The doctor fell to the floor unconscious.

John carried out the glass box.  Inside the box were fifty gender disks.  John placed them in a specially protected container and placed them in a backpack of one of his team members back.

"Got it," another man said, after down loading the blue prints and bio specification on a data crystal.

As silently as they entered, they left.  Down the tunnels they swiftly traveled. Upon exiting the complex, they crouched in the bushes.  They had to cross a lit parking lot.  Security guards roamed randomly around the grounds. This was the riskiest part of the plan. It was a loose end John didn't like, but it couldn't be helped.

One by one they raced across the exposed ground, while the others provided cover.  It was down to the last man.  He raced across the empty lot.

Just as he entered the protection of darkness once again, a guard shouted, "Stop! Who goes there?"

John took aim at the man running toward them.  He squeezed his trigger.  A puff of smoke came from the man's chest.  He immediately crumpled to the ground.

Inside the monitoring booth, a weary guard opened his eyes in time to see the bolt of energy hit the guard's chest.  He slammed down the panic button. Sirens blared and searchlights were illuminated. Guards poured from the facility like angry wasps.

John and his men raced for the breached fence. They fired their pulse rifles as they ran. With each shot a guard crumpled to the ground.

When they exited the hole in the fence, one of John's men crumpled to the ground. "My leg is hit," he cried. John slung the man over his shoulders and carried him toward the waiting vehicle. They jumped inside it and sped away into the night.

***

Charles Emerson stormed into Bob McKenna's office. He said, "What the hell is going on?"

Bob took a deep breath and said, "We had a break in last night. A large quantity of our gender disks and supporting data was stolen. We have 8 dead and 6 wounded, not including two drugged lab assistants. Dr. Keenan has a concussion but is okay."

Charles sunk into his chair saying, "How could this have happened?"

"My man is investigating as we speak," Bob commented.

"Who do you have on it?" Charles replied. Just then a knock came at the door.

"Come in," Bob said. "Good. Art Carmichael, you are just the man I wanted to see. This is Mr. Emerson."

Mr. Emerson was not impressed by what he saw.  The man before him was short, heavyset, balding, and wore glasses of all things. "Good to meet you," he wearily greeted Art.

Art sat down and got right to business, "I have been over the crime scene with my team. We have found very little forensic evidence. They didn't leave even so much as a flake of dandruff for us to get DNA off of."

"Then we have no clue," Mr. Emerson said exhaustedly.

"No sir," Art said, "I didn't say that. The lack of evidence and ease of entry tell us a great deal. They were obviously a special ops team. They were well trained and well motivated. Their leader must be an expert intelligence operative and trained in insurgency. Such men are martial art and high tech experts. In addition, he must be able to organize and lead a special ops team. They knew right were they were going and had access security codes."

Bob said, "I'll put word the word to look for their inside man."

"No need sir," Art replied, "I have narrowed the candidate list down to three possible suspects. One of them looks better for this then the others."

Charles looked surprised saying, "Who is it?"

Art looked at his old-fashioned note pad and said, "One Jessica Ash, formerly Brian Ash, has failed to report for work. She had access to sensitive information. Her co-workers report that she was very disgruntled ever since her accidental gender conversion 3 years ago. A large sum of money was recently deposited in her New Quebec bank account. Strangely, it was nearly immediately withdrawn. It could be that it was simple account shuffle, but I don't think so. That doesn't feel right for this. Even if we do find her, it doesn't address the real problem."

Charles commented, "What is the real problem?"

"The real problem is that this plan requires power and plenty of credits. Unfortunately the list of suspects for this crime is lengthy. That is where I need your help Mr. Emerson. I need you to use your contacts to see what you can learn. I need your to see what is stirring out there. Whoever acquired this technology is going to move fast. They are either going to grab for a fat government contract or try and sell it on the black market."

Mr. Emerson was impressed. He said, "I'll do it right away and Art, call me Charles."

"Okay Charles," he replied. "Who do we have in our corner?"

Charles thought and said, "Senator Jim Shaw owes us more then a few favors. He is chairman for the Technology Appropriation Committee (TAC) for the Western Alliance. I'll call him right away."

***

"Life is good," Frank sighed as he stretched.

There beside him on his bed was Jessica.  She wore only her panties, bra and programming collar.  While relaxing he noticed a beep coming from Vidphone.  He clicked receive.  It was John.

"Mission completed," John stated. "We have the packages and will deliver at the specified rendezvous."

John could see Jessica get out of bed clad only in her lingerie.  It made him uncomfortable that a stranger was hearing their private communications.

Frank's face filled the screen, when he leaned close to the Vidphone.  He said, "I'll be there," and the screen went blank.

Frank watched Jessica's panty covered bottom shimmy out of the room.  He was hard again, so he filled his hand with a lump of KY jelly and greased his pole.

Jessica was sitting on a stool at the pass through window outside the kitchen. She was eating half a grapefruit.  John walked up behind her.

"You got what you want now so how about letting me go,” Jessica whispered without looking at him… but seconds later he was kissing her neck and fondling her breasts.  He then slid her off the stool and pushed her panties down around her knees.

"No," she whined. "I don't want to."

"You're going to love this," Frank replied.

She felt strangely passive as he kneaded her butt cheeks together… and then pulled them apart… and she couldn't breathe when his well-lubricated member slid into her virgin back entrance.

"No please," she gasped, feeling petrified.

Frank bent her over the stool and began to pump.

“Tell me how it feels to get fucked in the ass for the first time."

"Oh God," she gasped, wondering why she didn’t twist away.

Rhythmically he slid in and out of her. "Don't worry," he said, "I'm programming you to love it this way."

She felt his pole slide in and out of her like some kind of jackhammer, chipping away at what remained of her masculinity.  Faster and faster he thrust in and out, while he slapped his hips against her bottom.  Jessica's voice warbled as she moaned.

Frank saw her programming cube light up and he knew that her psyche was being sculpted to his desires…  Now, like a machine, he repeatedly slammed into her bottom.

Beneath his grasp, Jessica whimpered and moaned, finding her initial fear turn into pleasure.  She realized that she loved being bent like this, loving having her bottom on display while his rock hard cock took her over and over again.  By the time he exploded into her rectum, she involuntarily was experiencing her own multiple orgasms.

Still not satisfied, Frank kept pumping into Jessica.  The Kitchen Vidphone beeped.  It was John again.  Frank pressed answer and the machine came to life.  John couldn't believe what he was seeing.  He was getting a close up of a man's cock sliding in and out of a woman's bottom and the sounds of the woman’s moans could be heard.

"Thought you might like a show," Frank grunted.

"The first location is too hot… use the alternate at noon time," John responded before hanging up.

Frank chuckled at how uncomfortable John sounded as he continued to pump until he came again.  Then after he shot his load all over Jessica's bottom, he nonchalantly pulled out and strolled to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jessica laid limp bent over the stool with her panties around her knees.  Frank's fluids ran down her legs as the programming collar reshaped her sexuality.  The cube light blinked off and she was done for the moment.

After she cleaned Frank's cum off of her, she pulled up her panties and rubbed her sore bottom.  A small part of her was gone; she knew it. 'If I don't get away from him soon,' she thought, 'I really will be his bitch.'

"How did I become some guy's fuck toy?" she asked out loud.

"You must be lucky… that's all," Frank responded as he dried his hair with a towel.

Jessica wasn’t aware that he was behind her.
"Get ready," he ordered… "We need to leave in an hour."

Like on auto pilot, she showered, put on her makeup and quietly allowed Frank to select her clothing.  He laid them on his bed.  She wore a corset over a latex mini-dress, black silk stay to hose, black latex thong and 4" spike pumps.  The corset was black and red and laced up in back.  It highlighted her sensuous body. The skirt was black and gleaming.  She brushed her long wavy red hair and put on her earrings and then reentered the living room.
"I look like a hooker, Frank," she angrily commented with her hands on her hips.

"Let's go," Frank replied, smiling.

They drove to the meeting place.  The time was not at noon but 10:00 am.  It was prearranged to throw off anyone who might be listening to their conversations.  Frank's limo stopped at a small diner.  It was old-fashioned in appearance.  It had a large front window and brush stainless steel trim.  Inside, booths and a counter top with stools provide patrons a place to sit.

"I want you to sit at the counter by yourself," Frank commanded, expecting to be obeyed.

She obediently complied, having no choice.  The collar wouldn't let her do otherwise.  She sat on the stool and crossed her legs.  A very nervous waiter held an order pad and asked her for her order.

"Just a coffee, thanks," she whispered, hating her new life.

Frank sat in a corner side booth.  All attention was on Jessica.  That was just the way he wanted it.  John entered and sat down across from Frank.  Frank verified the material he was receiving and John verified payment of ten million credits to his New Quebec Bank account.

When the Western Alliance was formed, Canada and New Quebec declined membership. Canada maintained their national sovereignty at the cost of crushing poverty. In light of high tariffs, companies fled from the isolated country.  However, New Quebec declared itself neutral but aligned territory.  This allowed it unlimited access to the Western Alliance.  Afterward, Canada tried the same maneuver, but New Quebec blocked the move.  It wanted to be the only one.  Every bank, corporation and criminal organization promptly hid their secret assets in New Quebec.  Also, secret operations were moved there far from the prying eyes of the Alliance.  Local authorities would allow anything for the right price.

John laid a square leather satchel and a brief case next to Frank. He commented, "You have something for me?"

Frank handed him an e-pad.  A credit transfer had been made in the amount of ten million credits.  He said, "I trust this is satisfactory."

John examined the pad and said, "Good enough.  Looks like we are done… and watch out for security forces… they’re everywhere."

"I may have other work for you… I'll call you."

"Right," John replied and left.  When the front door opened, the bell chimed and a memory of something triggered inside Frank's mind.

"GET HELP FRANK," he heard his mother scream, while the Vidphone beeped over and over again.  "MOMMY," his sister yelled.  Frank clenched his eyes shut and tried to expel the memory.  The sight of his dead mother lying in bed was drilled into his brain.  He then saw his sister' lifeless body next to her.  Frank held his clenched fists to his temples and took deep breaths.

He remembered his dad showing up late for the funeral.  He left early without saying so much as a word to Frank.  Frank was sent off to boarding school after that.  He watched the mass burials on TV and felt sickening grief and loneliness.  He hated his father.  Charles Emerson never failed at anything.  Soon he would know what it was like.  The aching inferiority and shame Frank felt would be soothed.

Frank patted the satchel next to his side.  The gender cubes would be his revenge.  He would show them all.  They were his ticket to glory and fame.

"Hey baby, don't leave," a man called out and Frank saw Jessica leaving on cue.

He slid out from his booth and carried his valuable goods with him.  Exiting the restaurant, the sunshine on his face evaporated all the bad memories.
 

***

Charles Emerson returned to the office where Bob and Art waited.  He poured himself a scotch and said, "I talked with the Senator.  We're in trouble. Teledyne Bio Industries is making a lot of noise to their man in the appropriations committee. They know about the break in. Before you say anything, word has it that they aren't responsible, but they know who was." Mr. Emerson took a big swig of his scotch. "My spies at Teledyne Bio say it was someone from within our company."

Bob looked puzzled and said, "Who?"

Art leaned back in his chair and sighed. He solemnly stated, "Rumor has it that it was your son. I have also heard that he has broken off contact with you and taken money out of his trust fund."

Bob was surprised. He started to say, "Art, you are out of line..."

Charles cut him off saying, "Bob, it's all true. I checked. Ten million credits were transferred from his trust fund this morning."

Bob asked Art, "How long have you known?"

"I suspected very early on in the investigation," Art commented.  "I wanted to wait until I had confirmation. He was the only one who had means and motive."

Charles looked at him with astonishment. He asked, "What motive?"

Art cleaned his glasses and said, "It's no secret that your relationship with your son is strained."

"That's enough," Bob said sharply.

"No, he's right," Charles said. "I guess I really didn't want to admit it up until now. We have been growing apart for years. The two of us can barely be in the same room together. He blames me for his mother and sister."

"It's not your fault," Bob protested. "You didn't start the war."

A sullen scowl crossed Charles's face. "Isn't it? We owned the bioresearch firm in Venezuela. We developed the pathogen. Without Emerson Industries research, this wouldn't have happened."

Bob forcefully said, "There was a full investigation of that by the Senate. We were cleared of all wrongdoing. Those pathogens were for our cosmetic anti-aging research. They were meant to prevent wrinkles not to be used as a bio weapon. The Venezuelan government raided and stole those samples. They misused them and they paid the price. Hell we all paid the price! I only wish we could hang the lot of them again."

Mr. Emerson signed and sipped the last dreg of his scotch. "The Venezuelans paid a heavy price. The plague hit them the hardest.  Not one single female was left alive in their country. As punishment, they are the last to receive any female reassignment equipment. I know all the facts, but I still feel a sense of responsibility.  Frank felt the same way.  He hated and blamed me for it all. That is why he did this." Charles added and then he took a deep breath and gathered himself. "Now, back to business… we have another problem.  The senator is having trouble keeping his brethren in line.  They want to award our contracts to Teledyne Bio."

"I have an idea about that,” Art responded and then added, “they all know about our recent advances, so why don't we give them a sample?  Let's wet their appetites."

"I'm listening," Charles said, "Go on."

"We could hire a recent college graduate, someone with no immediate family," Art leaned forward and continued, "We change him to female and have him work as an assistant to Senator Shaw.  The senator gets a prize to show and we get a grade "A" demonstration of what we can do.  The others will beat their feet to our door. Hell, they are probably so horny that they can't even think straight.  The issue of the break in won't come up for at least six months."

Charles and Bob smiled.  They liked the idea.

"Let's do it," Charles stated.
 

Current Time

Senator Shaw entered the committee chamber with Sabrina Benson on his arms.  The whole gallery and committee gaped at her.  She was like a goddess.  They watched her pleated black satin skirt sway back and forth with each step of her sexy legs.  Sabrina sat down in the gallery and the honorable Senator Jim Shaw joined the other senators on the bench.

"Let the record show the Technology Appropriation Committee for the Western Alliance has begun," Senator Shaw stated.

"I wish to bring up an emergency issue," Senator Dan Brooks commented. "I have information that a break in has occurred at Emerson Industries.  They have lost valuable secret technology due to their carelessness.  I move that we reexamine the recently awarded gender conversion contract."

The other senators weren't listening.  To the last man they were staring at Sabrina.  One could almost see them drool.

Senator Ashton said, "I think that is an over simplification Senator Brooks.  We need to let them investigate this matter and try and bring the criminals to justice." The other senators quickly agreed and kicked themselves that they had not brought it up first.

Senator Shaw said, "Then we are agreed.  Emerson industries will investigate and report back to this committee."

Senator Ashton was outvoted and the committee moved on to other business.  In the back of the gallery, a man rose to his feet and left the room.  He made a quick Vidphone call.

***

Tom Anderson was young, aggressive and the president and CEO of Teledyne Bio.  He was meeting with his senior staff.

"I just heard from our man and Emerson made a smart move.  They supplied their man Shaw with a woman and not just any woman, but a fucking sex bomb.  Every senator is now lining up at Emerson's door like a bunch of fucking horny bastards!"

"I have an idea," Bill Jennings responded.

"What is it?"  Tom asked, folding his arms.

"As you are aware," Bill explained, "Frank Emerson has contacted us regarding the technology he acquired."

"Yes," Tom said. "Go on."

"We make him an offer and use his technology to supply our man with a woman," Bill said. "We fight fire with fire."

Another man objected, "We can get women now.  Why should we wait for this new technology?

"Two reasons," Bill explained. "First the old system produced varying results as a far as beauty is concerned.  We don't want to send them an ugly cow.  Even if we get our hands on a beauty, she will be traceable.  If we use the black market, then we are open to blackmail or prosecution.  Second reason, it shows the committee that we have the technology and the will to get the job done.  We give them a fuck toy.  Shit, we give them a fuck harem if they want one and we get the contract."

Tom sighed and said, "Bill you know perfectly well that won't work.  Emerson currently has the sole contract for gender conversion.  Anyone else doing so is committing a crime.  Let's just say we hire or snatch someone.  You can change the bodies DNA, but the brainwave signature remains the same.  Since everyone in the Western Alliance and non-aligned nations has been brain scanned at birth, Emerson will discover what we have done and we get caught committing a crime."

Bill said, "Not necessarily. Our project Looking Glass could offer us a way to accomplish this."

Tom thought and then said, "You are right. I hadn't considered that."

***

Frank had contacted John Bank and they agreed to meet in New Quebec.  Frank rented a private compound.  It came with 100 acres of land and a very large mansion.  John was responsible for security.

Frank exited the bathroom wearing only his bathrobe.  On his bed lay his servant.  He had been changed into a woman by Frank's new toy.  The converted woman lay unconscious wearing a lavender silk gown.

“What happened to me?” she whispered, rolling over to face him.

"You've become my new fuck toy," Frank replied with a smile.

Accidentally, the programming cube fell off the collar.  Frank had carelessly not attached it correctly.  When he walked to the bed, she stood up.  Taking her in his arms, he kissed her.  She clawed at him frantically scratching him.

Frank stepped back and touched his cheek.  He saw his own blood on his hand.

"You bitch," he screamed and hit her hard, throwing her across the room.  She hit a chair and then fell to the floor.  Frank lifted her up and shook her violently.  "You are my slave and will do as I say," and shouted into her face before slapping her.  She spun around and fell to the floor again.  He then dragged her to the bed and bent her over it face down.

The woman felt him pull up her nightgown and yank down her panties.  Frank removed his robe, revealing his surprise.  He had reprogrammed a gender cube to increase the size of his genitalia and although it had taken several tries, he now possessed a penis and balls the size of a giant.

He violently jammed the massive pole into her rectum as the woman cried out in pain.  Frank snapped the cube back on the collar and kept entering her… and as he continued to pound into her, he yelled, "I am a god compared to you!"

He then yanked her head back by the hair and screamed “SAY IT!  TELL ME I AM A GOD!"

“You are a god, the woman whimpered in pain as tears streamed down her face.

Frank pulled out of her anus and spewed his hot sticky cum all over her body.  His cock was like a fire hose and just kept spewing his fluids all over her, while his eyes rolled back into his head in ecstasy.

The woman's body was coated with cum.  Head to toe she dripped with it.  Frank wasn't done though; he rolled her over and entered her vagina and when he came the second time, he coated the front of her body.

Exhausted, he staggered away from the bed.

Frank heard a knock at the door.

"Frank, it's me John," a voice shouted from behind it.

Frank wearily opened the door and let John inside the room.

John's training kicked in at once and his sharp mind caught every detail.

"What happened?" John asked.

“There’s no intruder, don’t worry… just get her out of here,” Frank responded, flopping down in a chair.

"You used a gender disk," John whispered… then turned to Frank and asked, "Why?"
"That's my business," Frank shouted angrily.

"You know about the side effects," John said emphatically. "You can't use the disks like this."

"You aren't my father… get her and get out!" Frank snapped angrily.

John rolled the woman up in the bedspread and carried her unconscious form from the room.  Frank had just made a very dangerous enemy.  After leaving the woman at the infirmary, he returned to his room.  He took out a syringe and injected himself.  The fluid contained antigens that would fight off the viral infection caused by the gender disk.  If he was going to move against Frank, he wanted protection.

***

Tom Anderson and Bill Jennings met with Frank at their New Quebec facility.  They were not ready for what entered the conference room.  Frank had changed a dozen men into women.  He made them carry him on a golden throne.  John Bank walked behind with Frank's personal guards.  Even his personal bodyguards were now all female.  He insisted upon it.

They exchanged pleasantries.  Tom and Bill tried to remain nonchalant, but Frank was insane.

"So, we agree then, right?  You supply us with the gender cubes and we will pay you 100 million credits," Tom restated.

"I am weary of this, John… you deal with them… girl’s, remove me," Frank responded with a wave, adding, "A god like myself has more important matters to attend to."

John waited with Tom and Bill until Frank left.  Tom and Bill looked at each other.  John sat down with a weak smile.

"Let's iron out the details," John finally stated, providing them with the bank account numbers.

"Is that guy serious?  I mean with all that god stuff,” Bill asked.

“Yes,” John responded with a sigh.

"We will make the exchange tomorrow," Tom interjected.

"Very good then," John replied, "Tomorrow it is."

After John left, Bill turned to Tom…  "I'm starting to have second thoughts about this."

"I know but what choice do we have," Tom responded in frustration. "We
need that technology."
 

Two Weeks Later

Four tires crunched to a halt in a deserted gravel lot.  A dome light illuminated the auto interior.  A woman pulled down the rearview mirror and put on a fresh coat of lipstick and brushed her long wavy blond hair over her shoulders.  She tugged up the top hem of her strapless stretch leather mini-dress.  She adjusted her two very large breasts and pulled down the 1" wide lace trimmed lower hem.  The dress conformed to her like a second skin.

The passenger seat had the backrest lowered.  On it was a young woman.  She had long curly black hair.  Her brown eyes showed the fear she felt.  Her mouth was gagged and her hands were bound behind her.  She wore a short-sleeved black silk dress.  The neck, arms and lower hem had black lace trim.  On her legs she wore sheer black hose held up by four garters.  Two leather straps bound her legs together.  One bound her ankles and the other pinned her knees together.

The blond woman leaned over to her bound prize and softly ran her hands over the girl's ample breasts.  "I bet when you met me you weren't expecting to get these," she said coyly.  She pinched the material of her dress with her fingers and slowly pulled up the girl's skirt.  Underneath, the girl wore black silk and lace trimmed panties, which matched her garter straps. "...Nor were you expecting to have one of these." The woman pressed two fingers between the girl's legs and rubbed her vagina through her panties.  The girl gasped and tensed.

"I know you played baseball in college.  However, I have other plans for you," the woman smugly commented.  "There is someone who really wants to introduce you to womanhood.  I wish I could play with you a little myself, but I have to send you off… pity."

The blond woman retrieved her cell phone from her purse and dialed a ten-digit number.  However, this number didn't dial another phone.  The number activated special circuits hidden in the phone.

72 years in the future, a technician received the signal at his consol. "Hello Sheila. This is mother," the man spoke.

"This is Sheila and I have the package you ordered."

"We have a lock… please stand by," the voice responded.

The technician pressed an intercom button, which contacted the observatory balcony behind a glass.  Two men stood looking down on the facility below.

"Mr. Anderson, our operative has contacted us and is ready to deliver the package."

“Very good, proceed,” Tom Anderson replied and then turned to the senator.

"Senator Brook… you are in for quite a treat."

"I thought this project ‘Looking Glass’ was a failure," the senator replied, sipping his whisky sour.

"Please have a seat and I'll explain," Tom responded, gesturing to the chair next to him. "As you're aware, project ‘looking glass’ was intended as a time travel device.  We pluck women from the time stream that no one would miss and bring them to the future.  The problem was that we only had male and converted female DNA to work with.  Natural born females have enough of a genetic difference from transformed ones to be distinct.  The few natural females we had to work with had their very DNA scared by the plague.  Thus when we took natural females from the past and reconstituted them in our present time, all the female subjects died.  Simply put, it didn't know how to properly put them back together again."

The senator sipped his beverage and curtly said, "This I know.  Now tell me something I don't."

"What you don't know is that we sent an operative back 72 years into the past," Tom explained. "Before sending our operative, we changed him to a female and provided him with a gender disk."

The senator's face glowed with comprehension. "You don't mean..."

Tom nodded yes, "We can bring transformed females back from the past."

The senator thought a second and leaned forward. He asked, "What about the time line? Won't this damage it?"

Tom gave a Cheshire cat grin and nodded no. He said, "That's the beauty of the whole thing.  No one will miss them.  We select accident, war and treatable terminally ill victims.  We send a flesh and blood replica back to the past.  Our operative plants the replica body as history records and we get the transformed female."

"Amazing," the senator said, taking a large gulp of his drink. He commented, "This can work. It is amazingly brilliant."

Tom poured himself a whisky and took a drink.  He gulped it down and gestured out to the operations below.  "Take a look at this."

Two large tall white pillars on the opposite side of the room started to glow.  Light shot between and radiated so brightly they had to shield their eyes.

Back 72 years in the past, the seat and car began to shimmer under the bound girl.  In terror, she struggled in vain to free herself.  The auto formed a puddle of light under her.  She fell into it and disappeared.  The glowing faded and the girl was gone.

The woman raised the seat back and started the car. She said, "They should be happy.  Now I think I'll take a little holiday.  I think I will go to Las Vegas." With that in mind, she drove into the night.
Meanwhile, 72 years in the future. The young girl fell from out of the light and onto thick pads.  The machine clicked off and several technicians ran to her. They removed her bonds and placed a programming collar around her neck.  They then escorted her from the room.

"That was formerly Ricky Rollins of Palm Dale California.  He was a sophomore at UCLA.  History shows he died in a traffic accident on June 28, 2000.  Our operative placed the replica body and crashed the car by remote control.  The real young man was then converted to a young lady..." the door opened behind them.  The brunette was escorted inside the observation room.  Tom continued, "...And here she is, ready to assume her new duties as your assistant."

Senator Brooks set down his empty glass and looked at her in wonder. "This is amazing," he said in awe.

Tom finished his drink with one gulp and said, "We can get unlimited numbers of transformed women from the past.  Tens of millions, hell billions, are available.  We can rebuild our female population without changing another male in our time period."

"Holy shit," the senator proclaimed. "This is the answer to all our problems.  We are going to be famous.  They will name cities after us if this works."

"There are millions of horny men who will be very grateful for this," Tom responded.

The senator walked over to the silent girl.

"What's her name?" the senator asked.

"You tell us… we left that for you," Tom replied with a smile.

The senator paused for a moment.  "Katie…  I want her name to be Katie."

"Katie it is," Tom replied.

"One thing though," Senator Brooks asked, "If we can travel into the past successfully, why not simply prevent the plague from happening?"

"We can't because it would cause a temporal paradox.  It would destabilize our time period and cause a temporal explosion."

“I knew that, forget I asked,” the senator responded, putting his hand to his forehead as if he were dumb.

"It's forgotten," Tom replied. "Why don't you take your new assistant and get acquainted with her."

The senator took the dazed girl by the arm and said, "Don't mind if we do."

After they left, Tom shouted, "Yes!" He threw his empty glass against the wall and proclaimed, "Charles Emerson, I've got you by the balls now."

***

Senator Shaw looked down at the head bobbing up and down in his lap.  He loved women with short black hair.  The lavender colored satin skirt and matching long sleeved button up jacket she wore highlighted her sexy body.  He gazed at her round pink satin covered bottom as she knelt before him.  He had smeared his member with desensitizing cream so she was going to be at it a while.

The Vidphone beeped.  It was Charles Emerson.  Jim Shaw pressed answer and Charles appeared on the screen.

"Hello Senator. Good to see you. I see your enjoying our little present."

Slurping noises emanated from Sabrina's bobbing head.

"Immensely," the senator replied. "How may I help you?"

"Something has come up with Teledyne Bio," Charles said.  He explained the situation to the senator.

"What are you going to do?" the senator asked.

"Our spies stole the plans for project looking glass years ago," Mr. Emerson explained. "…and we already have a working prototype set up and have begun operations.  We want the government contract awarded to us."

The senator leaned back and stroked his chin.  He said, "It's possible, but you have to clear up this matter of the break in first.  I can't make my move until it is.  Otherwise, the committee would never award you the contract."

"I understand, bye."

"Bye," the senator replied and the Vidphone clicked off.

The senator ran his hands through Sabrina's hair…

"You are going to have company," he told his pet.

Sabrina stopped sucking his member and stood up.  She pulled up her skirt and removed her silk panties.  Then she straddled the senator's legs and grasped his tool.  She was still enough of a man inside to feel sick about what she was about to do, but this didn’t stop her from lowering herself down and guiding his tool into her tight sphincter.  The round soft helmet of his shaft forced open her tight back hole.  Every millimeter of his cock was transmitted to her brain. Ever lower she sunk until she sat on his lap with is shaft inside her.  She placed her hands on his thighs and began pumping him into herself.  Up and down his greased pole she slid.  The senator slipped his hands under her jacket and camisole and reached around her chest and fondled her breasts.

As his pole slipped in and out of her bottom, she remembered being a man.  How could she ever face her college friends again?  They would know what she had done.  She would be humiliated.  They would just know that a man had his cock in her ass.  She was glad her father was gone.  What would she have told him?  How did this happen to her?  She was going to stay a man and join the military like her father.  Now she had a vagina and wore skirts.  She silently screamed, "Men fucked me in the ass!"

She kept going until her legs were sore and her rectum ached.  At long last she heard him groan and felt his fluid flowing into her.  She tried to get up, but he pulled her back down.  He forced her to sit on his lap with his wilting cock inside her.  She lay back against his chest and he reached between her legs.  He manipulated her clitoris with his fingers with one hand.  His other hand held her panties to his nose.  He took a long whiff of them.  After dropping the panties, his hands roamed her body.  She didn't want to, but she was getting excited at his touch.  Her programming had seen to this as it was necessary to be convincing.  Her vagina grew wet and her breathing became shallow.  Pleasure filled her body and overflowed her mind.  Her programming collar glowed as she shuddered with orgasm.

As they drove along, she waited for his wilting pole to withdrawing from her. She gazed off into the distance. She didn't know why, but she wanted her mother. Her mom had been gone a long, long, time, but still she knew nothing about being a woman.  She wanted someone to talk to. At long last, the senator's cock slipped out of her. She got off his lap and put her panties back on. After pulling her skirt down and smoothing it under her, she sat down and crossed her legs. She continued gazing out the window.

The senator began washing himself. She knew what that meant. He wanted more. Sure enough, she felt his hand on her neck. He drew her head down. She lay on the seat with her face buried in his lap and her arms wrapped around his waist and legs. She took his wilted tool in her mouth and began to suck.

The senator looked down at his prize. Her delicate form was sprawled gracefully across the seat. His hands moved down her body to her bottom and then pulled up her skirt. He gazed admiringly at her womanly curves.

When they arrived at their location, the senator lingered inside the limo. He said, "I have a private call to make," and shut the door. One could not see through the windows of the limo, but one could still hear inside it. She listened with great interest.

"Hello Tom," Sabrina heard the senator say.  He then explained Charles Emerson's plan to whomever he was talking to. "He doesn't have a clue what to do about his son...Yes I'm sure... all you have to do is wait a couple of days... Yes... Teledyne will get the contract.  I promise."  Sabrina bit her lip nervously and moved away from the limo.  The senator exited and smiled at her.  "Shall we go inside," he said taking her arm.

***

Charles Emerson met with Bob McKenna and Art Carmichael. "I heard from our man on the appropriations committee. If we are going to get this contract for project Looking Glass, then we have to solve this situation about my son.

Art pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "He said we have four options. First, we deny it ever happened. This would be very hard to do. Second, we blame Teledyne Bio for the break in.  Once again this would be difficult to accomplish. Third, we go into the compound in New Quebec guns blazing. This would be difficult to get the authorities in New Quebec to agree to.  Fourth, we bring down Frank's new organization from the inside."

The fourth option got Mr. Emerson's attention. "Tell me about the last option."

“Art and I have been contacted by a man on the inside of Frank's organization and he’s in the position to assist us,” Art stated, adding, “and here’s what we suggest..."
 

***

"Ready to go love," Rich asked Mark.  He then casually put his hand on Mark's nylon clad leg.  He tried to ignore it.  However, when Rich's hand slid under his skirt, he quickly pulled it off him.  Trying to detach himself from his current circumstances, his mind drifted back in time, recalling his childhood.

"I'm leaving you," his father yelled.  With that sad news declared he left never to return.  His mother had to take care of him and his sister alone.  They struggled but were happy.  A little after his ninth birthday, the plague hit and before he knew what had happened, his world was shattered.  Both his mom and sister died in the plague and he thought he’d never stop crying.

Like millions of other orphans boys, he was sent to a boarding school. There he settled into his new life. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either.

He discovered the boxes of clothing purely by accident. The school at one time housed both male and female orphans. It regularly had clothing donation drives for the students. After the plague, the donations intended for girls were left in the basement and completely forgotten. While playing one day, he bumped into a box. It fell over pouring out its contents. He tried for the longest time not to think about the clothing. Yet, like the opposite sex in general, they fascinated him.

One day he sneaked into the basement by himself. He opened a lid and took out a pair of panties. The white silk material felt like liquid in his hand. He wondered what it would be like to wear such an item.

With his heart pounding he took the panties with him behind the boxes. He carefully listened to hear if anyone was coming. No one was. He unfastened his trousers and dropped them to his feet. His white cotton briefs soon followed. As if in slow motion, he remembered stepping into the leg holes of the panties. His tiny manhood grew stiff as they brushed against his skin. The panties were a little small for him, but he didn't notice. He simple tucked his equipment between his legs and pulled them up over his hips. The smooth soft material wrapped tightly around his young hips. His hands wandered about the soft material. They felt like heaven.

Wanting more, he returned to the box. He rummaged a minute or two and found a pair of white nylon tights, a crop top bra and a white silk slip. After returning to his hiding place, he set about putting them on also. At first he tried to put on the hose like socks. That didn't work well. He then gathered them up in his hand and worked them up his legs. Soon his legs and hips were wrapped in the smooth material.

The Lycra white satin bra had no fastener. With no other way to put it on, he pulled it over his head. Like a t-shirt he drew the elastic garment down his small body. The smooth garment wrapped around his torso concealing his small boy chest. Not really knowing how to put on a slip, he stepped into it and worked it up his legs. The slip also was a little small for him. It wrapped tightly around his young body.

Lost in the moment, he ran his hands over the layers of sensuous material. He could feel his hand sliding over his body on the smooth silk material. It felt strange to be dressed in female clothing. He wondered, "Why do girls dress like this?" Then he wondered, "Why don't boys?" Instead of better understanding girls, they were even more mysterious to him.

"What are we supposed to do," a voice called out. Startled and fearful, he grabbed his discarded clothing and hurried to a dark corner.  When the light came on, his heart was practically in his throat. In desperation, he wondered what to do.

One boy said, "Mr. Kenton wants those boxes over there put up on the shelves."

Desperately, he searched for his underwear.  He had dropped back near the open box of clothes. There wasn't time to remove the girls' clothing. He had to get dressed fast. The sound of footsteps drew dangerously close. Terrified at the idea of getting caught, he threw on his shirt. He practically jumped into his trousers. After yanking them up, he tucked in the hem of the slip. Not taking the time to put on his socks, he thrust each nylon-clad foot into his shoes. Racing, he tied his laces and tucked in his shirt.

Just as Mark finished, Ricky Hegel rounded the boxes. Ricky jumped and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I was just straightening up and… you know… like we were told," Mark responded, blushing.

"I know Mr. Kenton told us to stack the boxes as punishment, but who told you?" Ricky asked.

Before Mark could answer him, a worker poked his head through the basement door.  "You boys come with me… it's time for your lessons."

Mark tried to stay behind so he could change but the worker wasn't having any of it.  They were going to come with him now.  When Mark passed his briefs lying on the floor, he kicked them away in order to hide them.

He learned little that day.  His mind was constantly drawn to the silken underwear beneath his clothes.  He shifted back and forth trying to sit so as not to feel the lingerie. Nothing worked.  Just the idea that he had on girls underwear made him feel different from the other boy.  It was hard for him to understand, but they made him feel vulnerable.

At one point, he used the bathroom.  It was too crowded for him to remove the lingerie.  Beside, the school didn't believe in the concept of privacy.  They had removed the bathroom stall doors.  He pressed tightly against the stand up urinal.  He zipped down his fly and reached inside the trousers.  It was a struggle.  He had to pull up his slip and pull down he hose and panties.  All the while he was careful not to let anyone see him.  It was unnerving. After he was finished, he reversed the process.  When he pulled up his fly, he sighed with relief.  He turned around to leave and bumped straight into Joe.  Joe said gruffly, "Watch where you're going."

Mark said nothing and quickly left.  Reluctantly, he returned to his lessons. All that day, Joe, the bully, kept looking at him.  Mark was paranoid that he knew. "How could he? He couldn't see through his clothing," he thought to himself, but every time he turned around Joe was near him.  He was constantly bumping into him and touching him. It made him nervous and self-conscious.

All day long he was unable to return to the dorms to change. Mark waited until very late to try and shower before bed. He stepped into a shower stall and drew the curtain closed. Sure that he was alone, he began removing his shoes. Next, he immediately began unbuttoning his shirt and removing his trousers. Very soon he stood there clad in girls' lingerie.

"WHAT," Mark yelped, after the shower curtain ripped opened.  It was Joe.  Mortified, Mark expected Joe to call the others to laugh at him.  He didn't.  Joe simply ignored Mark and closed the shower curtain again.  Confused, Mark removed his lingerie and took his shower.

When he dried off, he noticed his clothing was gone.  Joe rounded the corner with an immense grin on his face.  Suspended from his two hands was a pair of pink silk panties.  The panties were trimmed with pink lace and had a very small pink bow in front.  A floral pattern was printed in the front only giving them a festive appearance.  Joe handed them to Mark and said, "Put them on or I'll pound you."

Mark didn't know what else to do.  He took the panties and put them on. They too were a little tight for him.  He had to work to get them situated just right.  After he was finished smoothing them on himself, he was sure Joe would call the others to humiliate him.

"Let me see you… turn around," Joe commanded.

Mark spun around so Joe could see the pink shiny material on his bottom.

The gleaming slopes trigged a primal response inside Joe.  He didn't understand it but he wanted more.  Next he retrieved a handful of girls clothing out of a box he carried.

"Put them on," Joe ordered.

Reluctantly, Mark put on a matching pink stretch silk Lycra bralette training bra.  Joe watched Mark pull it over his head with great fascination. The sight of Mark in the bra and panties captivated his imagination. Joe remembered seeing his sisters in only their underwear. The panties squeezed Mark's male equipment out of sight and the panties and bralette visually made his body look different. From Joe's perspective, Mark now was a girl.

Next came the white nylon hose. Mark knew enough by now how to put them on. Watching Mark dress was like a mysterious dance to Joe. It captivated him. Soon Mark was forced to put on a white silk half-slip and matching camisole.

He wanted to die when Joe threw him a dress. It was very formal.  The princes cut seams gave it a very trim girlish look. The sleeves were short and puffy and the neck was sculpted. The garment was made entirely of pink satin. The dress flared out at the bottom due to a built in crinoline. It had a pink sash that tied in back.

Mark whimpered and complained as he pulled it over his head. Joe spun Mark around and pulled up the zipper in back. Then he took the two ends of the sash and pulled them very tight. He made a large bow when he tied it off.

After Mark put on a pair of black paten leather shoes, Joe threw a makeup kit on the counter, Joe had witnessed his sisters and mother put on makeup hundreds of times. As best he could, he applied a light coat of makeup to Mark's face. He actually did a very good job for a total amateur.

Mark regretted letting his blond hair grow long. It touched his shoulders. Joe gathered up Mark's hair in a pink ribbon and tied it in a bow on top. Joe inspected his handy work. He taunted Mark saying, "You make a pretty girl." Mark was humiliated.

Bright red, Mark stared down at the floor in shame.  Joe announced, "Let's show the others."

"Please no," Mark protested. Joe ignored him and dragged him into the main living area.

Instantly, every eye was upon Joe and Mark. Joe said, "I want you to meet my new girl friend Mindy. She's mine hands off." A din of quiet conversations ensued. One or two boys tried to taunt Mark.  Joe quickly stopped it. Joe took Mark's hand and led him to the sofa. Joe sat next to Mark and held his hand. When Joe said, "You are my girl now," Mark knew he had little choice in the matter.  Joe was two years older and was much bigger than him.

All that evening, Joe dragged Mark from one place to the next.  The other boys had a difficult time understanding what was going on. One boy whispered to another, "Is Mark a girl now?" The other boy shrugged and said, "I don't know." When it was time for bed, Joe made Mark sleep in the bed next to his. Mark was allowed to remove his dress, but nothing else.

Sleep came difficultly that night.  Mark shifted back and forth under the covers.  His young mind was wrestling with his situation.  He felt like he was still a boy, but the clothing he wore made him wonder if he was.  He knew nothing of biology or reproduction.  In his simplicity, girls simply dressed differently than boys.  Now he was dressed as a girl and Joe was his boyfriend. He wondered, "Am I a girl now?" The feeling of silk on his young body seemed to say, "Yes."

During the day, Mark was forced to wear girls' lingerie underneath his male clothes and at night he wore dresses with the lingerie.  The staff was oblivious to what was going on.

Joe mostly paraded Mark around and held his hand.  Sex was never an issue.  Neither of them knew what sex was, nor was it important to them.  The death of Joe's mom left a hole in his heart.  Mark was elected to fill that void.  Besides, Joe enjoyed showing off that he had a girl friend and nobody else did.

There were benefits for Mark.  Joe was not pounding him anymore.  In fact, he enjoyed a protected status.  Joe would make Mark sit on his lap.  He did not mean it in a sexual way.  Rather, he would simply hold him.  Not knowing what else to do.  Mark would rest his head on Joe's shoulder.  Sitting on Joe's lap embarrassed him at first, but he even grew accustomed to that.  In fact, part of him grew to like the attention Joe lavished upon him.  It made him feel special and cared for.

Joe found several old women's magazines. He insisted Mark act like the women in them. Mark was not sure what that meant, but he read them nonetheless. He picked up a few things, makeup tips, mannerisms and how to attract men or boys in his case. It was all pretty much play-acting at first. With time though, his new mannerisms and roles became very natural for him.

This drama continued for a surprisingly long time. After the plague, orphanages or boarding schools sprung up everywhere.  Labor was in short supply. There simply weren't enough workers to take care of the boys. They had to adopt a machine like efficiency. Education was conducted by individualized computer instruction. No teachers were needed. Each boy's lessons were tailored according to ability and interest.

Laundry was accomplished using the military model. The boys placed their clothing in mesh duffle bags. The clothing was washed inside the bag. It kept them from getting mixed up with other boys. This allowed Mark to wash his female clothing without being discovered.

The older boys were given supervisory authority. They kept the younger boys in line. The workers simply escorted the boys to recess and to meals. Even at mealtime they left the boys alone.  The boys did much of the clean up for themselves. For over three years Mark was forced to live as a girl.

Joe was a resourceful scrounger. He found a mass of old birth control pills. The young bully only knew that women took them. He didn't know or care why. Ignorant of dangers, he made Mark take one each day. Birth control medication had come a long way in over a hundred years. The pills, fortunately, were self-adjusting to ones health and had an indefinite shelf life. They gauged health and biological needs of a patient and then released the proper doses of a cocktail of medicines. It was safe and effective. However, it was intended for biological females. The pills immediately began reshaping Mark's body to the gender that they were intended for. While the other boys grew large and strong, Mark became soft and delicate.

Mark's breast buds began to grow one spring. His hips and bottom took on additional padding. In addition, Joe made Mark grow his blond hair long. Soon it was halfway down his back.

After two years of taking the pills, recess was the most difficult part of the day for Mark. His female underwear was now fitting him like a glove.  This was not true of his outer male clothing.  It was far too tight around his hips and chest and it was too loose around his stomach.  Over a period of months his breasts grew.  In just a very short time, he turned from an "A" to "B" to "C" cup size.  This development forced him wear a bra all the time and caused him to dress in private.  Curious, boys tried to steal peeks from time to time.

While bathing one day, Mark caught a boy peeking in his shower stall.  The boy was playing with himself.  For the first time he saw a boy with an erection.  When the boy knew he was caught, he ran from the bathroom in embarrassment.  Mark examined his own dwindling male equipment.  His testicles were two empty sacks and his penis was pathetically small by comparison.  However, what the boy was doing disturbed him even more.  Mark noticed all the boys looking at him strangely.  Joe had been recently been getting more physical.  Many evenings, Joe would sit next to Mark and reach under his skirt.  He would caress Mark's silk panty clad bottom or just wander around touching him.  This worried Mark. He was unsure of what Joe would want next.

Joe became obsessed with Mark.  He wanted Mark to look like a girl all the time. Eventually, Joe even found a way for Mark to dress as a girl during the daytime. Joe made Mark wear drastically oversized shorts and this had the effect of making him look like he was wearing a skirt.

Whenever the workers would come by, Mark would hide himself.  A few noticed him but there was a high turnover rate so it was never an issue.  Some wouldn't even make it a week.  The men that stayed simply thought he was a girl.  Most didn't care what he was.  Not even the head master knew, nor cared what was going on.  He seldom left his office and was too busy taking care of paperwork.

Everything went along pretty much status quo until one day. It was evening.  Mark was wearing his favorite pink satin panties, matching bra, nude panty hose, heels, half-slip, camisole, chocolate brown skirt and an off white sweater.  A white round semicircular Alice comb held his hair back.  His ears were now pierced and he had two small gold studs adorned in each.

All the other boys were either too intimidated or too afraid of Joe to approach Mark.  This left him painfully alone.  Most evenings he sat reading; this night was no exception.  Even Mark's reading material was monitored by Joe.  A host of romance novels lay unused in the basement.  Joe insisted Mark read them.  This night, Mark was reading, "Loves Savage Fury." He didn't like it very much, but it was something to do.

A new worker decided to inspect the children.  Her name was Emily and she was a rare biological female.  Not able to have children of her own, she opted to take care of orphan boys.  She was delighted when she saw a young girl.

"Hi sweetie," she greeted the girl, squatting down before her.

Terrified, Mark simply bit his lips and stared at her.

"What's your name?" Emily asked.

He didn't know what to say.  He couldn't say Mark.  She would know his secret. He thought quickly and used his sister's name.

"Mindy, Mindy Jones," he replied.

"Hi Mindy," she replied with a smile, "My name is Emily and I think we’re going to be good friends.  I like the book you are reading.  It looks very romantic."

Mark simply stared at her not knowing what to say.

"I have to get going now, but we can talk more tomorrow at recess," Emily added and then left.

After she left, Mark panicked.  He told Joe what had transpired but nothing appeared to faze Joe.  He took it all in stride.  "This is good.  Now you can dress like a girl during the day, too," Joe stated with a smile.

Mark was terrified.  He was sure he would be discovered.  However, the next day he wore a jean skirt and green cotton blouse to recess.  The only trace of his masculinity was securely hidden in a pair of tight white silk panties and nude hose. In his youthful mind, he was afraid that an adult would see him and yell, "You're a boy dressed as a girl." However to the adult world, he looked like a very attractive 13 year old girl.

Emily sat down beside Mark on the bench.

"You look pretty today and I like your earrings," Emily told him.

“Thanks,” he replied, touching his earlobes.  He was sure his voice would give him away, not realizing that it had already changed.  It was not base or male sounding.  No, the pills combined with puberty had given him a high lyrically feminine voice.

"Are you married?" he asked Emily.

"Yes I am," Emily replied, adding, "My husband works for the Reassignment Commission."

"Do you have any kids?" Mark asked.

"No sweetie… I don't. You see, I can't have children," Emily replied with a sad face.

"Oh," Mark said looking at the ground. "I didn't know."

"It's okay," she said putting her arm around him. "I don't mind."  Perking up, she asked, "Would you like to come into town with me?  We could go shopping for some new clothes."

Still afraid of being discovered, he paused, but his desire for more up to date clothing was worth the risk.

"Yes," he whispered and after school that day, Mark and Emily went shopping at the mall.  They had a wonderful time.  Mark returned with bags of new clothing and although Joe was unhappy at first, he changed his mind after seeing him in a tight stretch leather skirt.

The next day Emily met with headmaster, Mr. Kenton.  He wanted to know how she was settling in.

"So how are you doing?  Are you getting to know our boys?" Mr. Kenton asked.

"Yes, I sure am," Emily happily replied, adding, "It was wonderful finding a girl here.  I didn't expect that."

A confused look crossed Mr. Kenton’s face…  "We don't have a female student here.  In the past, we did, but now this is an all boys’ school."

"You must be mistaken," Emily protested. "You have teenage girl here by the name of Mindy Jones."

Mr. Kenton examined his enrollment records and wondered whether a female student had mistakenly been enrolled.  After careful examination, he said, "We have no student by that name.  I'm sorry, but she doesn't attend here."

"She's right over in the dorms," Emily insisted. "I can show her to you."

Accompanied by an anxious Mr. Kenton, they marched over to the dorms and stood there shocked at what he saw…  A teenage girl, clad in a blue satin blouse, black leather skirt, tan hose and black pumps sat reading a book.  He strode to her and asked, "Young lady, how did you get in here?"

Frozen with fear, Mark couldn't utter a word.  Mr. Kenton grabbed Mark's hand and dragged him from the chair he sat on.  Emily tried to reassure him and said, "Its okay Mindy. We just need to straighten a few things out."

The boys watched as Mark was dragged from the dorm.

Back at Mr. Kenton's office, a simple brain waive scan revealed Mark's true identity.  Although Mark was made to wait in the outer office, he could still hear Mr. Kenton shouting.  Very soon two men came hurrying inside the outer office.  They quickly gazed at Mark and then entered the inner office.

"How in the hell could you have not noticed.  He's wearing a dress!  My god, it's as obvious as the nose on your face.  What are you blind?"  Mr. Kenton shouted.

One of the men said, "We didn't know.  We have only been here a year.  We thought we had one girl here that's all."

"Yeah, she doesn't look like a boy.  I mean he totally looks like a girl.  He even has breasts.  Who would know?" the other man added.

"It is your job to know," Mr. Kenton responded, angrily.

"I have an idea," Emily said.  They then talked in hushed tones.  Soon the door opened and Emily poked her head out.

"Mindy, we need to see you now," Emily instructed.

Humiliated, Mark entered the room with his gaze fixed at the floor.  Emily held out a chair and said, "Have a seat."

Mark sat down and submissively asked, "Am I in trouble?"

"No honey," Emily said squatting down next to him. "We need to ask you something.  Do you like being a girl?  I mean... you are happy like you are? Aren't you?"

"Yes," Mark replied quickly. "I like it."

"That's all we need to know," Emily said rising. "We need to take a little trip."

Through the night they drove.  Mark fell asleep on Emily's lap.  When they stopped, he sat up.

"We're here," Emily announced.

Mark rubbed his eyes and looked around.  They were parked in front of a strange building.

Emily took him into a medical office where a doctor and nurse waited.  Mark disrobed and lay on a table with his legs in stirrups.  The doctor poked and prodded him.  He took blood samples and conducted other tests.

“She is already very far along in the process.  This is medically simple to handle.  All we need to do is place her in a reassignment chamber for a day… maybe two and then her transformation will be complete.  However, I will need authorization to conduct this procedure," the Doctor told Emily.

Emily handed him a forged authorization form and twenty thousand credits from the schools slush fund.  “That should take care of it."

"I understand.  Nurse… I need a hypo to begin the procedure," the Doctor replied with a smile.

The doctor pressed the pneumatic syringe to Mark's arm.  A puff air sounded and fluid entered his body.

"Please count backward from 100," the doctor ordered.

"100...99...98...97...9..." Mark fell into a drugged sleep.

Through fragmented bits of comprehension, he gathered what was happening.  A rectal probe attached to a long black hose was placed inside him.  A mask and oral probe was secured to his head via a black vinyl band.  He was placed inside a chamber.  After a long time, he felt someone open the chamber; they held another probe.  "Where are they going to put that?" He wondered to himself before he passed out.

The next thing he knew, he was dressed and was back in Emily's car.  They were driving somewhere.

"What happened?  Where are we?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

"It's good to see you get up.  We are almost home," Emily replied and then pulled up in front of a large house, adding, "Here we are."

They were not at the boarding school.  They were at a private residence.  When Mark stepped out of the car, immediately he knew something was different.  Although he had lived as a girl for a very long time, he was still aware of his male equipment.  Now, he couldn't feel them between his legs.  Instead, he felt something new and unfamiliar in its place.

"You’re going to live with me from now on… that’s if you want to, Mindy.  Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would," he replied, smiling.

Once inside, they sat at the table.

“Now Mindy, I know you were pretending to be a girl in the past but now you are a real girl because you underwent a medical procedure to make it so.  All of the paperwork on your behalf has been taken care of and you are officially my adopted daughter.  My husband Eric is your new dad.  He will be home in a few hours and he wanted to give us girls a chance to talk privately."

“I'm a real girl now?" Mark asked feeling very confused.

"Yes sweetie," Emily replied. "I need to tell you a few things about being a woman."

Emily proceeded to explain the facts of life and of particular interest was the information on a woman's menstrual cycle.  It both fascinated him and disgusted him at the same time.  He crossed his legs.  It bothered him to know that he would soon be bleeding down there.  When Emily came to the part about pregnancy and birth, Mark's eyes widened and he looked down at his stomach and wondered.

"A baby is going to grow in my stomach?  I'll feed it with my breasts?" he asked in shock, thinking it was all so bizarre.

The next day, Emily allowed Mark to return to the boarding school to visit all his friends.  Joe was particularly interested in what had happened to him and at recess; they sat alone together on the bench.

“No way,” Joe whispered in shock… and then dragged him by the hand into the bushes. "Tell me what happened to you."

"They did something to me to turn me into a real girl," Mark responded, blushing.

"Really," Joe said with fascination. "You’re a girl everywhere?"

“Yes, everywhere,” he replied, tossing his long blond hair over his shoulder.

Without waiting for permission, Joe reached up under Mark's skirt and grabbed his crotch.  Mark yelped and jumped backward.  Joe stood frozen with his hand still outstretched.  He said, "You got one now.  You got a girl's thing between your legs!"

Still standing, Mark crossed his legs and said, "It's called a vagina and yes I have one."

"Let me see it," Joe insisted.

"No you can't see it," Mark protested.

"Mindy, where are you?" Emily shouted from the doorway.

"Back here," Mark called in reply.

They heard Emily rustling in the bushes. "Where are you?"

Joe tried to quiet him but he called out again, "We are back behind this bush."

Emily appeared and put her hands on her hips. "What are you doing young lady?"

"Joe and I were talking that's all," Mark replied.

"Well you two can talk out with the others," Emily said firmly.  Joe quickly ran by Emily and joined the other boys.  Emily put her hand on Mark's shoulders and said, "You’re a girl now, Mindy… and that means you have to be more careful.  Remember what we talked about yesterday?"

“Yes,” Mark nodded, blushing.

"Some boys will try and make you have sex with them," Emily added.  "You have to be careful.  You don't want to get hurt do you?"

"No but I..." Mark started to say.

"No buts young lady," Emily responded, raising her voice.  "I want you to promise me that you’ll be more careful in the future."

“Yes, ma’am,” Mark whispered, feeling a rush of pleasure in his submissiveness.

Joe spread the news to all the boys.  When Mark returned, they quickly surrounded him.  One asked, "You're a real girl now?"

Another innocently asked, "Can we see?"

Emily interceded.  She stood by Mark's side with her arm around him and said, "Mindy is now a real girl.  A gentleman respects a lady's privacy.  He doesn't ask to see her private parts."

A collective sigh of disappointment escaped the boys' lips.

Over the next few weeks Mark was slowly weaned off of the boys for company.  He was then enrolled in an all girls’ school.  Most girls were gender reassigned like him. That made his transition easier to cope with.  His best friend was Becky.

They did everything together.  Eventually, they both were asked out by boys and started dating.  Mark was happy.

Joe managed to sneak out of the boarding school once or twice.  They met and talked, but he was virtually a stranger to Mark by then.  Beside, Joe seemed fearful around Mark now.  It was as if Mark had something that Joe desperately needed and wanted.  Mark knew he had a kind of power over Joe.  He wasn't sure what it was; yet it was real just the same.

Mark wasn't that interested in Joe anymore.  He already had a steady boyfriend. His name was Pete.  Their schools were brother and sister institutions.  Pete played for his schools football team.  Mark on the other hand was a cheerleader. He loved jumping in the air while doing a split.  Pete liked to watch Mark do them.

Mark attended Concord University for his undergraduate degree in marketing. Undergraduate education had changed a lot after the plague.  Education now modeled after Scandinavian colleges.  The student only studied what was necessary for the trade they were pursuing.  Different programs had different durations.  Mark was a ‘marketing’ major.  After six months of study, he soon found himself a graduate.  At the tender age of 18, Mark found himself looking
for a job.  Since women were in short supply, companies quickly snatched them up.  Emerson hired Mark without even looking at his resume.

What he hoped for was a fast track marketing career.  What he got was a secretarial position.  Executives liked to show off their power by having female secretaries and assistants.  Since Mark was exceptionally attractive, a very powerful executive snatched him up.

His days were spent fetching coffee and doing office chores.  It was boring and belittling.  Every time his boss had a client he wanted to impress, Mark would be summoned into the office.  He would be asked to get something out of a bottom cabinet drawer.  The men would watch him bend over to get it.  Social functions were mandatory for him.  Most parties he spent dodging pawing men.  When he was fending off some man, he really regretted the turn his life had taken so long ago.  He longed for opportunity.  He wanted a challenge.

When Mr. Emerson himself offered him a secret high profile assignment, he jumped at the chance.  Mark was quickly ushered into a private meeting to discuss their assignment.  He was told very little, except that Rich Benson was in charge.  To Mark, Rich appeared like a chauvinistic, brash, jerk.  He used his British accent and charm to seduce women.  Mark wanted none of it.

In most ways he was thoroughly female, part of him still resisted his role in life.  He had dated quite a lot, but he had never had sex.  He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because of the way his gender conversion occurred.  The implications were not really clear to him at the time.  His mom had often wondered if he would marry and settle down.  She wanted grand babies.  However, one has to have sex before one can have a baby and he was in no rush to do that.

"Do you want a drink love?" Rich asked him.  Mark's attention was pulled back to the present. The flight attendant and Rich were staring at him.  He replied, "No I'm fine… thanks."

Rich once again put his hand on Mark's thigh and this time he couldn't brush it off because of their cover.  He saw the flight attendant watching and Rich was undercover as his boyfriend.

As they exited the shuttle, Rich kissed him again and he shuddered at what was next.

"Well love, here we are for our six month anniversary.  Let's have some fun," he stated as he grabbed his female bottom.

When they arrived at the Montreal Hotel, Rich jumped out and opened the trunk for the bellhops.  He then opened Mindy's door and helped her out.  Her spirit rebelled.

"I changed my mind.  I don't want to do this.  I want to go home.  I don't want you kissing me or touching me," Mindy stated with venom.

Rich yanked her by the arm to a quiet alcove…

"We are in too deep for you to change your mind.  Whenever and wherever I want to, I'm going to shag you.  You will not only do it but like it.  If you don't, we are both dead.  Do you understand me?"

“Yes,” Mindy responded, slightly surprising Rich at how submissive Mindy suddenly became.

"I want to hear you say it louder."

“Yes,” Mindy replied, louder.

"Good.  We are going inside now and you’re going to wiggle that cute little bum of yours for everyone to see.  Now, take my hand and smile."

Mindy did as she was told while he led her inside.  In true lady like fashion, she didn't make eye contact with any of the men.  At the check in counter, he said, "I'm Richard Riggs and I have a reservation."

"Yes I have it here. You two are staying in our lover's sweet on the 20th floor.  It has a heart shaped mattress, extra large Jacuzzi, shower and an exquisite nighttime view of the city," the hotel clerk responded.

"Sounds great," Rich replied excitedly.  "It's our first trip together."

They signed the required forms and then stood before the elevator.  Rich put his arm around Mindy and then cupped her bottom… keeping his hand there until they reached their hotel bedroom.

"At last," he exclaimed, pulling Mindy's face to his and then kissed her… passionately.

He saw Mindy's eyes light up with alarm… but based on her response, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Rich then picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.  Instinctively, she spread her legs apart to receive him.  He quickly removed her panties and pulled out his cock.  As he entered her, a slight gasp of pleasure left her lips.

***

150 kilometers northwest outside the city, a pair of eyes watched Rich and Mindy with great interest.

Frank monitored everyone who was scheduled to attend his gala.  He leaned back in his royal throne and used the gender cubes several more times to adjust his body.  He gave himself a muscular physique and adjusted his reproductive organs.  His penis looked like a boat oar and his testicles like two tennis balls.  So large were they that they couldn't fit inside his trousers.  Two women entered the room. They were wearing black latex spandex cat suits, boots and wearing side arms.  They dragged a very nervous man wearing a lab coat inside with them. The man looked upon the scene before him.  A rather voluptuous platinum blond woman was on her knees in front of Frank.  She was wearing a white satin corset with attachable garters, panties, white hose and clear plastic 4" spiked shoes. Her head was bobbing up and down.  He could see that she was working on Frank's massive tool.

"I have appreciated the work you've done for me regarding the programming collars.  They've made me a very large fortune," Frank commented in-between groans.

"That's why you hired me," he nervously replied.

"You and your colleague… Dr. Wilson, are probably the two most knowledgeable men on the planet regarding this technology," Frank added.

"Well yes, I suppose so," the man replied.

The woman working on Frank's tool drew her tongue up and down the meaty shaft.

"Aren't you going to say hello to your colleague?" Frank asked.

The man looked in wonder at the blonde on the floor.

"Dr. Wilson?" he whispered and it was then that he felt a sharp pinch on the back of his neck.  "Please no," he gasped. "I won't tell," he added as he slumped to the floor in a heap.

"I know…” Frank responded with a smile, still enjoying his blow job, and then added, “Get her ready to service me."

Very soon the nervous man was transformed into a woman with long curly black hair and wore a blue outfit to match her colleague.  He called the blond Bambi and the brunette Thumper.  A programming collar was placed around her neck.  When she awoke, she joined her friend servicing Frank.

Frank leaned back and gazed at the monitor again.  The couple in the hotel room was now naked.  She was bent over and he was taking her from behind.

Back at the hotel room, Mindy's voice warbled as Rich thrust into her. Rich moaned and shot his load into her bottom.  He caressed her clitoris until she came too.  He pulled out and removed his condom.  He gently placed her on her knees and inserted his tool in her mouth.  He watched her take it in all the way in to the hilt.  She made choking noises and pulled it out.  She then took it all the way in again.  Very soon he was hard again.

Rich placed her on the bed and put his hands behind her knees.  He sunk his shaft into her vagina and moved his hips backward and forward.  Mindy began caressing her breasts and soon they both were in the throws of orgasm again.

Rich lay on top of her and whispered in her ear, "We are being watched.  Get dressed and make it something special.  We are supposed to be on a romantic vacation."

Mindy got up and showered.  After putting her makeup on, she decided to wear her satin navy with black lace trim lingerie set.  Rich lay in bed and watched her dress.  He always loved watching a woman dress after they had made love.  As if in slow motion, he watched her draw her panties up her legs.  The shiny panties covered the slopes of her firm round bottom.  Next, he watched her put on her bra.  She closed the clasp in back and gently placed each breast properly in its cup.  After putting on her garter belt, she sat down and crossed her legs.  Little by little she guided the hose up her legs.  After attaching the garter straps, she repeated the process with the other leg.  She put on a black silk mini slip and camisole.  A silver silk blouse covered her upper body and a black leather miniskirt her hips.  She wore black 4" strap on pumps.  She sprayed a fine mist of perfume over herself and then put on two blue earrings.

She turned to him and said with a smile, "Getting dressed?"

He jumped up and said, "Right away.

***

Back at the compound, John had just returned from surveying the surrounding territory.  He pulled up in front of the mansion.  When he had initially arrived, he had a group of ex-military men.  Now he stared at the two female guards dressed in black spandex.  He looked upward. On the roof, the snipers were now also women.  He entered the house.  The entire staff was now female. They were not just any females.  Frank had changed them to resemble movie stars from long ago.  There was a Marilyn Monroe, Merrill Streep, Jennifer Lopez and others.

John rubbed his face in exasperation.  This mansion was descending into madness, much like the owner.  John navigated the mansion and entered Frank's room to report.  Frank was in a ball crying in a corner.  He was ranting, "They are coming for me; I know it." He jumped up and ran to John.  He grabbed John and said, "Save me.  You must save me."

“Save you from what?” John asked with a sigh.

Frank released him…

“They're dead.  They're all dead.  Why won't they leave me alone?" He grabbed his ears and shouted, "Stop calling me.  Silence!  I command you to keep silent!" Frank staggered back over his throne.  He adjusted a gender cube and placed it on the back of his neck.  Frank began to relax as the viral compound was pumped into his system.  John was unsure of how, but he could see what. The gender cube was pacifying Frank's paranoid fears.  Frank's testicles and penis retracted to normal size.  Frank removed the disk and placed his organs back into his trousers.

Frank saw John standing across the room and said, "John when did you return?  How are my subjects doing?"

Playing along, John said, "They are well your majesty."

"Ah good news," Frank said. "I am having a royal ball tomorrow night. I have invited a regal court to witness my crowning and ascension to godhood."

"By your leave your majesty," John said. "I should then attend to maters of security for the crowning.  The guests should be arriving tonight."

***

After another afternoon of making love, Senator Shaw slept soundly.  Sabrina stepped into the bathroom and made a call on her portable Vidphone.  She reported what she had heard to Mr. Emerson.

"I have a plan," Sabrina stated.

Mr. Emerson raised one eyebrow and said, "Go on."

***

All the afternoon guests arrived.  Every corporation, independent nation and wealthy entrepreneur showed up.  The rumor mill was fast and efficient.  They all knew what Frank had to offer and wanted a piece of it.

Amongst the rich and powerful, it was considered a matter of status to have a beautiful woman hanging off one's arm.  The elite rich had naturally biological women.  Such a woman was a rare prize.  To have her be beautiful, only the super rich could afford.

John hadn't seen so many women in one place in years.  The women too had this same impression.  They relished the time to be around other women.  Although they publicly made no distinction between biological and gender-reassigned females, in private they did.  The biological females were engaged in hushed private conversations.  If a gender converted female approached, the conversation abruptly stopped.  Most figured it was because of their sterility. The natural women had no children.  However, the gender-converted women did. This fact created a tangible rift between the two groups.

Amongst the entering guests, Rich and Mindy, sauntered inside the hall.  John spotted his old SAS chum and said, "Rich you old dog, how long has it been?"
Rich smiled and said, "Far too long John.  Say, how is Lesley?"

John grew somber and said, "Afraid he didn't make it. It was some hush, hush, operation in the South African wastelands."

"Sorry to hear that," Rich replied and then he introduced his girlfriend.  "I am being rude… this is my girlfriend, Mindy."

John shook Mindy's hand and said, "Delighted to meet you."

Mindy suddenly felt a jolt of red hot heat down under… something she hadn’t expected.

"It's good to meet you," she whispered, wondering why this had happened.  Was it because John was so handsome?  She didn’t know.

"So what brings you here, Rich?" John asked.

"Here for the big show… Much like all the rest I suppose," Rich replied.

"Great… stow your gear and we'll meet a few minutes before Frank's demonstration," John replied with a smile.

About an hour later Rich and John met on the veranda.  They drank Bass Ale and discussed old times.  However glad John was to see Rich, the conversation was stilted.  Prying eyes constantly monitored all conversations. John should know; he helped set up the system.

Mindy was left on her own for a while. She looked like a dream.  She wore a long lavender colored silk gown. The spaghetti straps holding it up gave everyone a magnificent view of her bare shoulders and upper breasts. Many a man tried to hit on her, which made her very uncomfortable, so she tried to join the natural women – only to be quickly snubbed.  Soon she found a safe haven among the gender-converted women.

"Are you ready, love?" Rich asked, putting his hand on Mindy's back.

Mindy found herself smiling at Mark, no longer feeling like she was pretending with him.  Strangely, she found herself feeling completely like Mindy and ‘Mark’ no longer remained.

"Yes of course," she replied with a genuine smile.

The sound of blaring trumpets announced Frank's arrival to the party.  John stood by Rich and Mindy for the show as Frank's throne was carried by a host of beautiful women.  Seated upon his golden throne, he held a scepter and on his head was a crown.  With great fanfare his throne was placed upon a small stage and the women who accompanied him, sat on the floor at his feet.

Frank rose…  "Ladies and Gentleman, I am your King, Frank the Noble.  I bring you good tidings.  I have a gift from my fellow gods to you." He held up a gender disk in one hand and in the other a programming collar.  "Behold," he said gesturing.

An image appeared in the air.  A man was strapped face down to a metal table. He shouted, "Let me go!  I will see you get put in jail for this… do you hear me?"

A woman in a lab coat approached him.

"Stop," the man shouted, but she ignored him and placed the gender disk on the back of his neck.  Before their wondering eyes, the man's body began to morph like some strange music video, his body shifted and rearranged… breasts grew upon his chest, his male organs withered and in their place female organs grew.  His body became small and delicate, while his skin became soft and supple and his face was even more dramatic.  His firm chin and broad nose, became soft and round and small.  In a few minutes, it was over and a stunning woman with long blonde hair lay on the table.

"What have you done to me," the newly transformed woman cried.

Within seconds a programming collar was placed around her neck and the ex-man stopped crying and became still.  She was removed from the table and dressed in a strapless orange latex mini-dress.  She wore 4" heels upon her feet.

"Behold," Frank proclaimed, gesturing to a door.

The still dazed blonde woman entered the hall.  A roar of applause broke out.  A broad smile came across Frank's face and he sat down in his royal throne.  He gestured with his hand and the applause stopped.

"I, in my sovereign wisdom, have agreed to make this technology available to you.  You will place secret bids for this technology.  I will accept the ones I wish."

Another round of applause broke out.

Frank scanned the room, adoring the adulation but something disturbed him.  What was it?  John, where was John?  A slight wave of apprehension and dread gripped him. He bit his lip and looked around.

Unknown to Frank, while he was demonstrating his technology, a secret plot against him was occurring.  Mindy was finally told why she had been brought along.  Days ago John had fed her bio information into the security system for the mansion. Luckily he did this before Frank locked him out of the security nexus.  In his paranoia, Frank trusted no one, even his own security chief.  Now only women were allowed into the main security areas.

She was going to have to break into the security nexus and incapacitate the guards.  Six women constantly monitored the estate.  They had access to all areas, but one, Frank's room.  That is where Mindy was outfitted.

"I don't know," Mindy nervously responded, adding, “I don't even know Karate."

“Listen love, no one is asking you to subdue them.  Take this pill… it will protect you from the knock out gas canister I’m giving you,” John replied with a smile.

Mindy examined the pill and then swallowed it.

"Once you release the gas, everyone in a 10 meter area will be knocked out, except you of course.  Just do like I told you.  This is more about attitude then ability."

Mindy ran her hands over the skintight latex Lycra spandex suit she wore.  It cleaved to her so tightly; it felt like a second skin.  She turned and looked over her shoulder.  It even sunk into the cleft of her bottom and in front she could clearly see the outline of her vagina.

"I can't go out wearing this," she complained. "It's not decent."

"You don't need to worry," John said patiently. "Where you are headed, there are only women. They don't care what you look like."

This helped her confidence a little and she nodded her head, "Okay."

Rich helped her strap on her stun pistols and a small backpack.  “What's in the backpack," she asked innocently.

"Security equipment," John said. "You don't need to worry it.  It's just to make you look the part."

Rich attached Mindy's security badge and placed a two-way radio and camera in and over the back of her ear.  John said, "Can you hear me?"

Mindy held the earpiece and said, "Yes I can."

Mindy summoned all her courage and took a deep breath.  Exiting the room she said, "Here we go."

Rich and John watched Mindy's camera with great interest.  This was the most critical part of the operation.  If she was caught, chances are that the operation would fail.

John saw a security patrol heading Mindy's way.  "Okay now love," John instructed, comforting her.  "Just act confident and natural."

Mindy confidently strode by the patrol.  The women barely noticed her.  She sighed and said, "I don't think I'm cut out for this line of work."

"You're doing fine," John said. "Keep your focus.  You are not there yet."

Down the maze of corridors she traversed, she even began to relax a little. However, when she gazed upon the heavily guarded nexus doorway, her newfound confidence evaporated.

"It's too late to turn back now," she thought to herself as she strode up to the door and waited to be recognized.  John and Rich held their breath.  It was possible Frank had purged her id from the system.  However, they didn't tell Mindy that fact.  They didn't want to worry her more than she was already.

To Mindy it seemed like an eternity.  The computer eye above the door examined her and compared her to its files.  She heard the door buzz open to her relief. She opened the door and entered. No sooner had she closed the door then she pressed the plunger on the knockout gas.

“Why are you…,” one security guard started to say before she and five other women collapsed to the floor.

Just as she was told, she opened the door behind her.  The fumes also overcame the two women in the corridor.

This was John and Rich's cue.  They speedily ran to Mindy's location.  She wasn't strong enough to move the unconscious bodies.  They quickly arrived and each man took one of the sleeping women's bodies.  Inside the security nexus they placed the bodies of the sleeping women in a closet.

Rich threw a satchel he had brought onto the console.  He plugged in two adaptors to the complex control panel.  He and John took a seat at the console.  Mindy looked over their shoulders.

"Fox leader this is henhouse, do you read?" John called.

"Henhouse this is Fox leader," a voice replied, adding, "You are loud and clear. Fox teams 1 through 4 are in position."

"Fox leader, there are four snipers on the roof and two sets of guards at the doors," John instructed.  "You will have to take them out simultaneously.  Do you copy?"

"Henhouse we copy," the man replied, adding, "Awaiting your signal."

"Fox leader and teams, fire on the count of three.  One...two...three," John stated.

Red stun beams fired out at their targets.  John and Rich watched at the guards all over the mansion slumped to the ground.  One sniper was only partially hit and she raised her pulse rifle and fired.  A blot of energy sizzled into the ground next to one of the commandos.  He returned fire and hit her dead square in the chest.  She crumpled down onto the roof and her weapon fell over the side of the roof.  It slammed to the ground outside the banquet hall.  Everyone held their breath.  No one heard it inside the hall.

Frank grew increasingly alarmed at John's absence.  He stood up from his throne and looked for him.  A scream broke out from the back of the hall.  More voices joined the chorus of fear.  Men, wearing black and carrying pulse rifles, poured inside the hall.  With their rifles set on stun and automatic fire, they pointed them at the crowd.  When the men opened fired, the outer fringes of the crowd fell to the ground.  People panicked and pressed into the center of the room.

"Stop this!  I command this to stop.  I am a god!" Frank yelled.
The commandos continued firing.  Energy shells poured out as rapid pulses of light leapt from the weapons.  In a very few seconds, the crowd lay in a heap on the ground.  No one was standing but Frank.

Frank gazed at the mass of unconscious people.  Grabbing the crown off his head, he threw it away and sunk to his knees.  He sat back on his legs and his face became expressionless.  Through empty eyes he gazed into the distance.

John, Rich and Mindy entered the hall.  Frank gave John a vacuous look.  He said not a word and slumped to the floor.  Mindy shuddered at the sight before her.

"Are they dead?" she asked, fearfully.

"Not dead, love," John responded, adding, "Just stunned.  They will wake up in a few hours with very bad headaches."

The light from truck headlamp shone through the windows.  Men burst into the mansion and began the work of cleanup.  Within a few hours it was stripped bare. The guests, the staff, the security and Frank himself were removed.

***

Charles Emerson watched the vidscreen.  A female reporter was covering a news story.  "I am Kim Hernandez for Channel 9 News.  Below me are the charred remains of a transport shuttle.  Flight 229 took off last night for a private engagement 125 meters north of Montreal.  In mid flight, the transport reported engine trouble.  It was forced to make an emergency landing.  Toxic gas from an engine fire filled the passenger cabins.  Miraculously, all passengers and crew were able to evacuate.  The only injuries to the passengers are short term memory loss..."

Mr. Emerson clicked the vidscreen off.

Frank lay in a hospital bed and John sat on the other side.

“Your plan worked flawlessly,” Mr. Emerson announced.

"I'm glad it all went as planned,” John responded and then asked, “The crowd of buyers won't remember anything?"

"No.  I'm told they will simply remember going to Frank's compound.  They will have no idea why," Emerson replied, confidently.

"I should be going now.  I have a flight to catch," John added.

"Where are you headed?" Charles asked.

"I thought I'd stay in Belize for a while… thanks to Frank turning all my men into women, I know a lot of single attractive women now.  I thought I'd take them for a holiday," John replied, smiling.

"Very well then… have a good trip," Charles replied, forcing a smile.

Silently John rose from his chair and left the room.  He calculated silently, "10 ten million credits to Rich; 1 million to Mindy; 20 million divided amongst my men; still leaves 69 million credits for me.  Not a bad payday."

He exited the hospital.  He saw Rich with his arm around Mindy's side.  Next to them a host of scantily clad women were waiting for him.  He mused, "Yes not a bad payday indeed."

Back in the hospital room, Mr. Emerson ran his hand over Frank's hair.  A doctor of Asian descent waited at the foot of the bed.

"You know he looks just like his mother.  What is his prognosis?" Charles asked.

"He has extensive brain damage," the doctor explained. "I'm afraid the outlook isn't good.  He will most likely remain in a vegetative state.  If he does come around, he will operate at an infantile level only."

Mr. Emerson reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a data crystal.  He handed it to the doctor.  "This is the bio data for my deceased daughter Rachael.  She died in the great plague.  Their mother and I had them both regularly scanned.  You'll find it is very exhaustive.  Can you use more conventional DNA replacement methods on him?"

The doctor looked at the crystal and said, "Yes we can.  However, his memories and personality are corrupted beyond repair.  You know that Frank will be gone?"

Mr. Emerson kissed Frank's forehead and then said, "Yes I know.  My son died that day too.  He was inconsolable and delusional.  Every day he made some new wild accusation about me.  I tried to take care of him, but it was no use.  He was constantly running away and blamed me for abandoning them.  I had to have him institutionalized.  He escaped two months ago.  My son died a long time ago, doctor." Mr. Emerson looked the doctor in the eye and added, "I want Rachael back.  Included within that crystal is a psyche and synaptic memory scan.  Her memory will be complete.  All records of Frank's existence will be wiped out.  I will make sure of that.  History will show my son died and my daughter lived."

The doctor was going to ask; why didn't he use the data from Frank's childhood scans to put him back together, but then he remembered that Frank's chart indicated that he was genetically predisposed to schizophrenia.  He would simply have another breakdown a few years from now.  The doctor firmly grasped the crystal and said, "I'll set up a treatment plan using more conventional means; the whole procedure should take about six to nine months.  I'll go get started on a treatment schedule."

After the doctor left, Mr. Emerson stood up and patted his son on the shoulder. "Good bye Frank. I love you." Tears now streaming down his face, he exited the hospital room.

***

In his senate office, Senator Shaw leaned back in his soft supple leather chair. He watched as Sabrina bent over his desk before him.  She spread her legs wide apart and waited.  Senator Shaw ran his hands up her smooth outer thighs.  He slowly hiked up her plumb colored wool skirt.  After her skirt was up around her waist, he gazed at the white silk panties covering her bottom.  It was captivating to him.  He simply sat there staring at it.  At long last he began to message her clitoris.  Sabrina let out quiet moans.

With his free hand, he pulled out his own blood-engorged tool and lubricated it. He pulled her panties to one side and drew her hips to him.  He guided his tool into her bottom as she sat down.  Up inside her he watched his tool disappear. When she was seated on his lap, he pulled down her skirt in front a little bit.  It would only go down so far.  He imagined talking to colleagues with his cock buried deeply inside his prize.  They would talk to him about business never knowing what he was doing to her secretly.

He began to caress her breasts through her silk blouse.  Pressing his face against the side of her head, he took a long whiff of her perfume.  He whispered, "I know they changed you into a woman for me.  You like being in panties better don't you?  You like having me inside you like this, admit it!"

The senator's words burned into her mind like a hot knife.  Even after all these days and treatments with the programming collar, her situations seemed unreal to her.  She was a woman clad in lingerie and wearing a skirt.  Furthermore, she was seated on his lap with his dick up her ass.  Yet her mind tried to deny the reality.  She wriggled her hips uncomfortably and felt his hands on her body.

"Admit it," he yelled at her.

"I enjoy being a woman with you inside me," she mumbled, thanks to the controlling collar forcing the words.

Satisfied, the senator put his hands on her hips and signaled for her to start.  Sabrina lifted her hips up and then slid back down his pole… in and out she felt his pole slide as she couldn’t help respond to the sensations… and she worried that someone might come into the room and see her like this.

The door swung open and her worst fears were realized.  She froze staring the senator's aid in the eyes.  The young man didn't know what to do; he simply froze.  Sabrina was seated upon the senator's lap.  From the way her skirt was hiked up in back and the way she was squatting, he gathered what was happening.

"I'm sorry, I'll come back," the aid quickly said and shut the door.

The senator was unfazed…  "Don't stop, keep going."

She wanted to die, but she reluctantly renewed sliding up and down on his manhood.  Very soon she heard him groan and felt his load spurt into her rectum.

After a few moments, she stood up… causing his rod to slide out of her.  She quickly pulled down her skirt.  The senator patted her on the bottom.

"I'll have a little more to put back there in a while," the senator chuckled.
The last part of the ritual was even more humiliating some how.  After cleaning his tool, she would have to crawl under his desk.  The senator would invite people into his office, while she secretly gave him a blowjob.  They would never suspect she was sucking him off as they talked.

A pig farmer was shown inside the office.  He began relaying his need for Senate approval for farm zone redistricting.  All the while, Sabrina silently worked the senator's tool.

When he was about to come, the senator would take a thoughtful pause.  He would put his hand to his chin as if in great thought.  Sabrina felt his cum shoot into her mouth.  Reluctantly, she swallowed it.  The viscous fluid coated her throat.  She wanted to cough, but she knew she didn't dare.  After the pig farmer left, she was allowed to get out from under the desk.  She was allowed to leave the office.  The senator had private business to take care of.  When the senator's aid stepped away from his desk, she quickly sat down and changed the senator’s calendar.  She changed his next appointment.  He was now scheduled to visit a state of the art hospital on the opposite side of town.

The aid returned and told the senator about his meeting.  Senator Shaw hated these dog and pony shows.  Yet he knew he had to do them.  His one consolation was that he could get Sabrina to give him another blowjob on the way over.

After arriving at the facility, the senator was that there were no reporters or spectators.  That kind of coverage was a given in these situations.  He told Sabrina to wait outside while he checked.

Sabrina sat on a bench and waited.  She tried not to meet the eyes of passing men.  To do so would invite them to hit on her.  That was not what she wanted. After about an hour, she entered the facility.

Around a maze of hallways she walked.  Eventually, she came to a private exam room.  Before she could open the door, the senator exited.  He said, "I'll meet you back in the limo," and left.

Sabrina entered the room. Charles, Bob and Art were seated inside the room.  Also in the room were two security men.  They held the arms of a platinum blond. She had "DD" breast, a small waist and broad hips.  She wore a lavender two-piece dress that was made of polyester-satin.  The gleaming skirt clung tightly to her body.  It emphasized her curved womanly bottom.  As she struggled to free herself, the tops of her garter straps could be seen.  She tried to kick the guards with her white silk hose clad legs.

"Let me go," she shouted, as she wobbly stood upon her 4" spiked heels.  "I am a Western Alliance Senator.  You can't do this to me."

Sabrina walked up to the struggling woman from behind.  She ran her hands down her back and onto her bottom.  She pressed two fingers into the woman's crevice…  “I know your going to love it back here."

"You bitch," the woman shouted. "You can't do this to me!  The authorities will find out.  That imposter will never pass as me.  He won't match my brain scan."

While still holding her, one of the guards placed a programming collar around her neck.  As the collar started to take effect, Mr. Emerson arose and stood before the changed senator.  Looking her in the eye…  "Anyone who tries and fuck with me, I see that they get fucked.  I am arranging to have your brain scan switched with the new Senator Jim Shaw.  No one is ever going to know what we have done.  I am going to wipe your mind.  Your new persona will be Candy Maxus.  She is an entertainer at one of our many public brothels.  You will be serving the public but in a different way now."

As they dragged the former senator from the room, the newly converted woman shouted, "I'll tell the media."

"I don't think so… very soon that pretty mouth of yours is going to be too busy sucking cocks to talk to the media." Mr. Emerson responded before the door slammed shut.

Charles then turned his attention to Sabrina, "You can never tell anyone about this.  You know that, don't you?"

"Oh yes," she replied, firmly… "I wouldn't tell a soul."

"What will you do now?" Bob asked.

"I would like to work in the profession I studied for," she replied.

A smile crossed Art's face and he chuckled.  Mr. Emerson asked, "What?"

"She has a degree in political science," Art replied.  The men started to belly laugh.

"Watch out Senate… here she comes," Bob added and even Sabrina began to laugh.
 

Epilogue

Both Emerson and Teledyne Bio both tried to win the government contract for bringing reassigned women from the past.  However, in an uncommon expression of wisdom, they both won the contract.  They would both be paid to retrieve changeling women.

Both companies declared that this would solve the female crisis.  However, the senators knew better.  This would not bring in the million or billions as of women as promised.  It was doubtful that they could even glean half a million women.  The gender draft was going to be inevitable.  They knew it.

Less then a year later, they were proved right.  The Gender Draft Act of 2074 was passed with little descent.  Most men realized that something drastic had to be done or society would crumble.  Age was not an issue because the DNA of the subjects was being replaced.  Some older men saw this as a fountain of youth and volunteered.  Men between the ages of 18 through 50 were required to register.  Upon being selected, some did their civic duty and allowed the change to take place.  Others ran.  They wanted to keep their manhood intact.  The program caused a great deal of civic unrest.

A separate provision of the act applied to children.  Obviously there was an entire generation of boy with no girls.  It was determined that half of them should be reassigned.  It was necessary to provide for future generations.  How or by what criteria was the problem… as not many dads’ wanted their boy’s to be little girl’s.  Many methods for choosing were considered.  In the end, a complex set of criteria was set forth, but that is another story.

Thanks to the gender cube and programming collar, this process became much less arduous.  However, the rate of change was significantly slowed.  It was determined that changing too quickly could have a damaging effect on the brain.

Sabrina continued on as the new Senator Shaw's assistant.  Only now he was the puppet and she was pulling the strings.  She likes her quiet power.

Rich and Mindy dated.  They broke up and were reunited, then broke up again.  It was a stormy six months to say the least.

John Bank bought an estate in New Quebec.  He started his own corporate detective and security consulting firm.  He and his ladies are very popular in the corporate world.  He calls them John's Angels.

Rachael Emerson retains none of Frank's memories.  She lives with her father and is the light of his eyes.  Charles Emerson is the happiest he has been in years.

The end.