The rain was coming down hard and had long since left Ethan soaked to the
bone. The long coat that he'd been wearing had been sufficient protection
when he'd started out earlier and there was only a light sprinkle coming
down, but far too soon the rain had started coming down full tilt.

 "God damn it." Ethan growled to himself, shivering  badly as he strolled
down side of the road, becoming more and more impatient to get where he was
going. "This car had better'd be worth it."

 When Ethan had first gone past the car with the for sale sign earlier that
week, he'd know that it was the one that he wanted.  The price was cheap
enough that he could afford it and still save up enough to start college the
next year. And better yet, the car definitely looked more than worth the
measly $500 that was being asked for it.  Ethan had smiled at the sight,
knowing that with just a little work and effort he'd be able to fix it up
and get a profit when he finally sold it himself.

 However, at the moment Ethan was silently cursing to himself, wishing more
than almost anything that he'd checked out the car earlier when he'd first
noticed it.  But it was too late for that he told himself, as well as too
late to ask a friend for a ride.

 "A little rain never hurt anybody." Ethan muttered sarcastically, repeating
the words that he'd told himself earlier.  The same words that his mother
had repeated numerous times before he'd turned 18 and moved out of his
parents house two years earlier.  "Yeah right." he snorted in disgust,
shivering badly as he did so.

 Then finally Ethan was in sight of his target. As he saw the driveway he
was looking for, a tiny smile began to form on Ethan's lips. He could almost
even feel a little bit warmer. Almost.  He only hoped....prayed that the
owner of the car would let him warm up inside for a few minutes while they
did their business.  If of course the car was still there, Ethan reminded
himself nervously. That was something that he didn't even want to consider.

 When Ethan stopped at the end of the driveway, he let out a sigh of relief
that the car was still there, as was the 'for sale' sign.  At least, he
thought to himself, he wouldn't have to walk back home in the rain.  If the
owner was home, he quickly corrected himself, guessing that he had to be
since the lights were on in the house.  Ethan turned away from the car and
stared at the house for a moment, rather impressed at it's size and
wondering why someone with a nice house like that had a car at the end of
their driveway that wasn't a BMW or Mercedes.  But with a shrug, Ethan
decided that he was far too cold and wet to give a damn so started towards
the door instead.

 Several minutes later, Ethan was standing outside the door, shivering while
he waited for someone to answer. Then finally the door opened up and a man
who looked to be in his mid forties stood there. He was just under 6 feet
tall, had dull brown hair with gray highlights and a graying mustache that
drooped a little on the ends.

 "Hello?"  The man asked, giving Ethan a careful going over with his eyes.

 Ethan coughed, trying to still his shivers. "Um..hi." Ethan said weakly,
"I'm here about the car."  He turned and gestured back towards the end of
the driveway where the car waited.

 The man stared at Ethan for a moment, making Ethan feel extremely
uncomfortable. Then the man nodded and gave Ethan a smile.  "Come on in son,
you look like you could warm up a little."

 "Thanks." Ethan smiled back, more than a little thankful for the offer.

 "Would you like some coffee?"  The man asked once he'd led them into a
large living room.  Ethan nodded, still shivering and feeling extremely
uncomfortable in his wet clothes but relieved that he was at least beginning
to warm up.  "I'll be back in a minute." The man said.

 When the man returned, he held out a cup which Ethan gratefully accepted
with a "Thank you."

 "No problem." The man answered, holding out his hand, "I'm Dr. McGreuter,
and you are...?"
 "Ethan Howard."  Ethan answered, shaking the hand that Dr. McGeuter
offered.

 Dr. McGreuter gestured for Ethan to sit down. "Don't worry, the couch will
dry off."

 Once again Ethan thanked Dr. McGreuter, relieved to get off his feet.
After sipping at the coffee for a minute, Ethan smiled faintly. "I was saw
your car for sale earlier this week and thought that I'd come take a look. I
just didn't expect the weather to turn bad so quickly."

 "I perfectly understand." Dr. McGreuter said sympathetically.  "I've had my
share of bad luck too, though lately I've been fortunate enough to have more
of the good variety."

 Ethan nodded, looking around the room quietly, feeling rather impressed at
how expensive some if not most of the stuff looked.  After a moments he
asked, "So....what kind of doctor are you?"

 Dr. McGreuter gave Ethan an odd smile which made Ethan feel somewhat
uncomfortable.  "I'm a scientist."

 "Really?" Ethan responded, feeling somewhat impressed though not too much.
"What kind of stuff do you do?"

 "Oh, I'm a specialist." Dr. McGreuter answered with a strange look in his
eyes.  "I'm what you would probably call a mad scientist."

 Ethan chuckled at that, then stopped as when he felt  a sudden wave of
dizziness.  "What...?" He gasped, feeling extremely tired and dizzy all at
once.  Then as he noticed the almost predatory look on McGreuter's face,
Ethan realized that he'd been drugged.  "What did you...?"  Ethan paused and
blinked trying with great effort to stay awake. "Why...?"  Then before Ethan
could finish getting his words out, darkness claimed him.

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 Ethan woke up, feeling cold and sore. He squinted his eyes open and saw
that he was laying on the floor.  A cold shiny metal floor that was
extremely uncomfortable against his naked skin.  Trying to sit up, Ethan
winced in pain, finding that not only was he completely naked but that his
hands and feet were tied up.

 "Oh shit." Ethan whispered, glancing around fearfully. He gulped at the
terror that threatened to consume him.  "Calm down." He muttered, trying to
remind himself that he couldn't do anything to escape if he was too scared
to think straight. But still, that did little good.

 For several minutes, Ethan struggled to get out of the ropes that held him
though without much luck.  Finally, he sat up as best he could and tried to
get a better view of where he was at.  The metal floor that he was sitting
on didn't cover the whole room, he immedietly saw.  Instead, it was actually
just a circle that was about 10 feet across and was raised several inches
from the rest of the floor.  The rest the room was filled with odd looking
machines that Ethan couldn't identify, though there was one computer console
sitting several feet in front of the metal disk that Ethan was on.  However,
it was facing away from him so that he was unable to see the screen.

 Ethan gulped, struggling once again to get out of his ropes as sudden
thoughts of what that psychotic doctor might do to him filled his mind.  He
could just imagine being dissected while still alive, or worse.  He'd seen
more than enough horror movies to get an idea of just what kind of sick
things that could happen to him.

 Then suddenly Ethan heard someone coughing.  He snapped his head around and
saw that Dr. McGreuter was standing just outside of the metal circle.
McGreuter chuckled. "So, you're awake. That is good."

 "Please let me go." Ethan begged.  "I never did anything to you."

 Dr. McGreuter didn't bother answering as he walked over to the computer
console, making Ethan grow even more fearful.  Then McGreuter picked
something up and held it in front of his face for a closer examination.
Ethan watched this with a horrible sinking feeling, especially when he
recognized the object as a syringe, filled with some sort of yellowish
liquid.

 "What do you want with me?"  Ethan demanded, trying to hide his fear with
anger.

 Finally Dr. McGreuter looked back at Ethan.  "My dear boy, you are going to
help me run a very important experiment." Then McGreuter paused. "Important
to me at least."  Ethan just stared at him, fearing the worst.  "You see, I
wasn't quite honest earlier when I told you that I was a mad scientist."

 "You coulda fooled me." Ethan muttered to himself, closing his eyes for a
moment and hoping that his heart would stop racing.  When he opened them
back up, he saw that McGreuter had moved onto the metal disk and was staring
down at him.

 "To be quite honest," McGreuter said, sounding almost embarrassed, "a mad
scientists lab assistant would be a much  more accurate description." Then
McGreuter smiled wickedly down at Ethan, making him shiver.  "Or former lab
assistant, I should say.  I am a brilliant researcher myself, but
unfortunately my former employer suffered a...mishap...before I could learn
how all of this worked."

 Ethan gulped, staring wide eyed at the mad man in front of him.  "Please
let me go." He begged again, though it still had no effect.

 McGreuter continued as if Ethan hadn't spoken. "I may not know all the
principals of operation, but I do know enough to use it."  Then McGreuter
grinned evilly. "And that my dear boy is where you come in. You are going to
help me with that."

 Then much to Ethan's further horror, Dr. McGreuter bent over with the
syringe. "NO!" He screamed, trying to struggle but it did no good. Ethan let
out a howl as the needle punctured his skin and pushed in.  "Let me go!
Please."  Tears were pouring down Ethan's cheeks while he pleaded for
release.

 "There." McGreuter muttered when he finished with the injection and stepped
back with an empty syringe.  "Now for the next part."  With that, Dr.
McGreuter returned to the computer console, ignoring Ethan's continuing
pleas

 "You can't do this." Ethan cried while McGreuter played around with the
console.

 McGreuter just smiled. "Actually, that's what I was about to test."  And
with that, McGreuter turned and left the room while Ethan called out after
him.

 After about ten minutes, Dr. McGreuter returned to the room and immediately
went to the console. "That should be enough time for them to be absorbed."
he muttered almost to himself.

 Then McGreuter did something more at the computer console and at that
instant Ethan heard a strange humming that came from underneath him. He
could feel the humming all around him, in fact, Ethan gasped to realize that
he could feel the humming all through him.  Through every inch of his body.
It burned, tickled and tingled all at the same time.

 "You weren't quite what I had hoped for when I put the car out as bait,"
Then McGreuter shrugged, "but beggars can't be choosers. Besides, I do
believe that this might be even more fortuitous anyways.  I think I'll try
something rather extreme."

 Ethan screamed out as ever fiber of his being seemed to burn.  While he
screamed, he could feel the ropes around his wrists and ankles loosening,
but that was the least of what Ethan felt.  Then after only a few seconds,
which seemed much, much longer to Ethan, the humming and the pain all
stopped.  Ethan just sobbed to himself, immediately aware of just how
strange he suddenly felt.

 Suddenly remembering the loosening of the ropes, Ethan pulled his hands up,
finding that they'd slipped right through the rope. However, that was as far
as he got when he noticed them. They weren't his hands. They were, but they
looked nothing like his hands ever had. They were small and delicate with
long fingernails. There was no doubt in the world that they were definitely
hands that belonged on a girl.

 "Ohmygod." Ethan gasped, becoming aware of the weight on his chest.  He
looked down and his eyes widened even more in horror when he saw to very
large but perfectly shaped breasts. Women's breasts.  Two seconds later,
he'd found that his hands and breasts weren't the only things of a womans
that he possessed. His entire body had turned completely female as far as he
could see, and a very well built one as well.

 "Not bad." McGreuter said, sounding pleased with himself.

 Ethan just stood there in shock, slipping easily out of the rope which had
so firmly bound him minutes earlier. "What have you done to me?" Ethan
demanded in a horrified voice that was clearly female as well.

 Dr. McGreuter snorted impatiently. "I thought that was obvious.  I used the
nanites that I injected into you and this control platform for them and
reshaped your entire form.  Physically, you are indeed one hundred percent
female."  McGreuter sounded rather pleased at this while Ethan was just
shocked.

 When McGreuter came over to inspect Ethan closer, Ethan gasped, even more
horrified to find that he had to look up to see his captors eyes.  He'd
obviously shrunk by a great deal and couldn't be much more than 5 feet tall
anymore.  The sudden size different made Ethan cringe back, feeling even
more vulnerable than before.  Never before in his life had he felt so small,
helpless and humiliated. So much in someone else's power.  There was
absolutely no doubt in his mind that McGreuter could throw him around the
room with little effort and even, he shuddered at the thought, rape him with
ease.

 "Good." Dr. McGreuter said, grabbing hold of Ethan firmly and inspecting
him as if he were some sort of animal.  Ethan felt ashamed and humiliated.
When he tried to struggle, it was absolutely no use whatsoever. McGreuter
just slapped him, knocking Ethan to the ground.  "Don't disobey me."
McGreuter told Ethan firmly, his eyes icy cold.    Ethan gulped and nodded,
too terrified to do anything else.  "Good."

 As humiliated as Ethan felt already, he soon felt even more so.  Dr.
McGreuter insisted on giving him a full body inspection, and Ethan didn't
dare do anything other than what McGreuter wanted.  He winced in shame as
McGreuter handled his new breasts, hating the feel of them on him.  But that
was nothing compared to when McGreuter performed a gynecology exam on him.
The whole thing was the most humiliating experience that Ethan had ever been
through. Worse than just being turned into a girl.  McGreuter was treating
him as he wasn't even human. As if he was some sort of animal.  As if he was
some sort of...object.

 Ethan was sobbing almost uncontrollably by the time Dr. McGreuter finished
with him. "Please change me back." He pleaded over and over, though it did
nothing but make McGreuter annoyed.

 "Shut up!" McGreuter snapped back, shoving Ethan to towards one of the
laboratory doors, "I'm finished with you for now."  A minute later, Ethan
had been led down a short hallway and then thrown through another door.
"I'll be back." McGreuter sad in a bad Schwarzenegger accent, then locked
the door, leaving Ethan trapped in a small room.

 "This can't be happening to me." Ethan cried, sitting down on a hard bunk
bed and staring at his hands in horrified disbelief.  For several minutes he
just sat there sobbing, then he finally noticed that there was a small dirty
mirror on the wall just a few feet away.  "Oh my God." He whispered to
himself, slowly moving towards the mirror, shaking badly as he did so.

 What Ethan saw in the mirror shocked him, even though he'd already had a
good idea what to expect.  He saw a short blonde with big tits.  A
stereotypical bimbo, and then some. She looked...exaggerated.  More like a
wet dream than a real person.  As if her entire body was made for nothing
but sex. At that realization, Ethan started crying even more.

 After a long wait, Dr. McGreuter returned with a plate of food, then
without a word he turned and left again, ignoring all of Ethan's begging and
pleading.  Ethan didn't bother touching the food, even though he was
beginning to feel hungry.  Instead, he just pounded on the door, yelling,
screaming and begging. Anything to get out.  He wasn't even being treated
like a human being, but like a lab rat.  A guinea pig. And with a horrible
feeling, Ethan realized that this was exactly what he was to McGreuter.

 Eventually, Ethan had stopped calling out, knowing that it was useless. Dr.
McGreuter obviously had no intention of letting him go. And when he looked
down at himself, he suspected that it would only get worse.  With that,
Ethan frantically started looking for a way out of his prison cell, though
he found no clue as to how he could escape.  Finally, exhausted and
frustrated, Ethan went to sleep on the cot.

--------------------

 Ethan didn't know how long he'd been asleep for, nor did he particularly
care. There was no clocks for him to look at and he neither saw nor heard
anything from another person until Dr. McGreuter returned with a another
tray of food.

 "Eat." Was all McGreuter said before leaving.  Ethan hadn't even bothered
trying to beg this time.  Instead, he'd only stared helplessly at his
captor, looking...hoping for some sign of weakness so that he could escape.
Unfortunately he found none.

 This time Ethan ate the food that McGreuter had brought, then waited
patiently in his cell until something could happen. It didn't take too much
longer before it did.  Once again McGreuter returned, this time holding a
gun in his hand.

 "This way." McGreuter ordered, directing Ethan to leave the cell and then
to walk down the hall way.  When they had returned to the room that Ethan
could only identify as 'the lab' McGreuter gestured to the metal platform.
"Get on."

 Ethan gulped, terrified to get near it again.  His heart raced and he
frantically looked for a way out, but there was none that he could see.
Instead, the most noticeable thing in the room was McGreuter standing there
with the gun pointed at him. Ethan winced, then did as his captor wanted,
scared of what might happen on the disk but even more terrified of being
shot.

 Dr. McGreuter nodded, keeping the gun aimed at Ethan as he went to the
computer console.  "I hadn't truly considered how troublesome it would be to
retain a specimen of your sort." McGreuter finally said, carefully setting
the gun down though still easily within reach. "It is almost more
troublesome than it's worth."

 All of this only made Ethan even more apprehensive. He gulped, briefly
considering trying to run, but knowing that there was no where to go.
Instead, he just stared down at his feet, feeling completely humiliated.
"What are you going to do to me?" He asked quietly.

 "I'm going to make you a little less troublesome."  Was McGreuter's answer.

 Before Ethan could figure out what McGreuter meant by that answer, he could
feel the platform underneath him humming again.  Once again the humming
filled his entire body and as much as Ethan wanted to run, he could no
longer even bring his body to move at all. It was as if he was frozen solid.
  This time though, Ethan didn't feel his body changing at all. It tingled
slightly, but as soon as the humming stopped and he looked himself over, he
didn't see anything more that had changed. And Ethan didn't know whether to
feel relieved or worried about that.

 Then, almost as soon as the  machine had been turned off again, McGreuter
once again returned Ethan to his cell.  Once the door was locked again,
Ethan sat down on the cot and grimaced, trying to remain calm though it
wasn't easy.
 

 How could this have happened to him, Ethan wondered.  It wasn't fair.  All
he'd wanted to do was buy a car and save up enough money for college.  But
now...now he'd been turned into some sort of girl, and Ethan hated every
moment of it.  It was as if all the plans that he'd made for his life were
crashing down around his ears, having been stolen away by one psychotic
scientist.  He wasn't even himself so how could he possibly face his
friends?  His family?  How could he possibly go to college now, if he even
survived and escaped. Ethan didn't know. All he knew at the moment was that
he was terrified and confused, and that there didn't seem to be anyway out.

 After a short while, Ethan was somewhat startled to realize that his
nipples were hard and that his crotch was wet. He gasped, starting to rub at
them both. It felt good. And what was more, it seemed to get stronger.
Within minutes, Ethan was masturbating for all he was worth, no longer
worried that he was in a female body but trying to bring relief to the
intense arousal that he was feeling.  Never before in his life had he felt
so horny.

 "Oh God." Ethan gasped out when he finally orgasmed, exploding in pleasure.

 However, it didn't seem to be enough.  His body remained just as turned on
as before and Ethan continued to play with himself, wanting more and more to
be with someone else.   But it didn't seem to end.  Ethan remained just as
excited as before and even more ready for action. If anything, he could have
sworn that it had gotten even stronger.

 "Oh my God." Ethan gasped after he'd been playing with himself non stop for
nearly an hour, "What's happening to me?  What did he do?"  Tears were
coming down Ethan's cheeks, even as he came in another orgasm.  It gave him
a little relief, but not nearly enough. The sexual tension that he felt
still had him near bursting. "Oh my God."

 Then finally, Ethan stopped playing with himself, though it wasn't because
he wasn't still horny. He was.  He was also still fighting the urge to
continue masturbating, or better yet, look for someone to screw.

 When Dr. McGreuter finally came back, Ethan gasped with horror to realize
just what he was thinking about him.  His eyes widened and he squirmed
uncomfortably on the cot, hardly able to believe that he was so horny that
he was actually considering fucking the man that had done that to him. And
from the look on McGreuter's face, he knew exactly what was  going on in
Ethan's mind.

 "The hormone increase and libido enhancement seems to be working." Dr.
McGreuter mused, almost seeming to be talking just to himself.

 Ethan glared at McGreuter with hatred in his eyes, and as much as it
disgusted him, lust at the same time.  He squirmed, pressing his knees
together as tightly as he could, trying to control the strong urges that he
felt. It wasn't easy.  Not in the least.  And as soon as McGreuter grabbed
one of his breasts and squeezed it gently, Ethan lost what little control he
had.  A moment later he had thrown himself against McGreuter, actually
begging the man to screw him.  And then, to both his humiliation and relief,
Dr. McGreuter started to do just that.

 With each stroke of the other man's penis inside of him, Ethan let out a
moan, begging for more. He hated himself for doing it, but he had to have
it. He needed it more than he'd ever needed anything before in his life. It
also felt incredible, more intense than anything that Ethan had ever felt
before in his life. And much to Ethan's disappointment, McGreuter finally
finished and Ethan still wanted more.

 When Dr. McGreuter finally left the tiny prison cell, he didn't even bother
to close it behind him much less lock it. Ethan just sat on the cot,
masturbating and crying at the same time. The horror of his situation
overwhelmed Ethan.  Especially when he realized that McGreuter had not only
turned him into a hot looking chick, but a nymphomaniac as well.

--------------------

 Over the next two days, Ethan was humiliated even more.  No longer was he
locked in his cell during the days, only at night or when Dr. McGreuter left
the house.  However, he still wasn't allowed full freedom of the house or
allowed anywhere near the doors.  He shuddered in horror, kept in a much
worse prison than before.  A prison of his own hormone's and desires.

 Ethan had quickly found himself begging McGreuter for more sex, hating
himself for doing it but having to get what he so desperately needed.
McGreuter had taken full advantage of the situation, humiliating Ethan even
more at every turn.  Ethan had been thoroughly introduced to both anal and
oral sex, both of which made him hate McGreuter even more.

 But what Ethan hated the most was that he seemed to be losing himself. He
halfway felt like he was becoming McGreuter's pet or something. That he
becoming less and less human.  That scared and terrified him badly. And
though Ethan was horribly intimidated by McGreuter, he knew that there was
still a part of  him that would fight back. A part of him that would try to
get back to normal or at least gain his freedom.  However, Ethan didn't know
how much longer it would be before McGreuter succeeded in breaking his
spirit.

 Then finally, Ethan found his chance.  Dr. McGreuter was busy, talking to
somebody on the phone, Ethan fought back the urge to just take the time to
play with himself again. He stood watching McGreuter for several minutes,
feeling slightly chilled and wishing that he had clothes to wear. However,
he hadn't worn a shred of clothing since before his transformation.
McGreuter had  made sure of that. Ethan cringed, but as he stared at
McGreuter, imagining just what he'd like to do with McGreuter, even as he
hated himself for it at the same time, he managed to find enough self
control to turn away. With one more glance at his distracted captor, Ethan
started to make his way towards 'the lab'.

 When Ethan reached the door to the lab, he was terrified that he'd be found
out.  McGreuter had warned him in no uncertain terms that if he was caught
in there, then he'd never get sex again. Ethan shuddered at that thought,
extremely tempted to turn around.

 "Get ahold of yourself." He muttered, trying to remain calm but not
succeeding. "You're like an addict." But sadly, Ethan realized that this was
exactly what he was. Dr. McGreuter had made him addicted to sex, and then
ensured that he was the only one around that could possibly satisfy that
need.

 Somehow, as difficult as it was, Ethan gathered together what courage he
could and stepped inside the lab. He stopped, suddenly fearing discovering,
but there was no sign of any alarm.  Ethan let out a sigh of relief, then
went to try finding some way to turn back to normal. And the first thing
that he could think of was the computer console that he'd only seen from
behind.

 When Ethan was in front of the console, he saw that it had several screens
and a keyboard as well as lots of little things that he didn't recognize.
But unfortunately, he couldn't make any sense of it since everything was
turned off and all the screens were blank.

 "Shit." he muttered to himself, absently rubbing at his crotch as he'd
gotten into the habit of doing over the last several days.  "There's got to
be a way."

 Ethan grimaced, having half hoped to see some sort of button or switch that
simply said 'reverse' on it, but there was no such thing. He sighed,
glancing around nervously and then deciding to take a quick look at the rest
of the equipment to see if he might find some clue as to how to turn back to
normal.  A journal or diary would have been perfect.

 Then suddenly, Ethan heard a noise. He snapped around and was horrified to
see Dr. McGreuter at the door to the lab, a serious and very annoyed look on
his face.  But more than that, he once more had a gun in his hand.  "On the
platform." McGreuter ordered, his tone being firm enough that Ethan had no
doubt that he was deadly serious.  After Ethan had complied, McGreuter
sighed then mumbled to himself. "Still too much defiance.  I can rectify
that."

 Those words since a shiver down Ethan's spine as he remembered the last
time McGreuter had said something like that.  The last time he'd been turned
into a horny nymphomaniac.

 "Please." Ethan begged, terrified of what McGreuter would do and feeling
like he was some sort worm. "I'll be good.  I promise."  Tears were once
again pouring down his cheeks.

 McGreuter didn't seem to take any notice of Ethan, except to glare at him
and cock the gun when Ethan moved to step off the platform.  Then the disk
started to hum once again.  Ethan tried to scream as the tingling hum ran
through himself once again.  But as soon as the humming had stopped, Ethan
looked himself over but saw that again nothing seemed to have changed. He
shuddered, suddenly fearing the worst.

 "Back to the living room." McGreuter ordered.  Ethan just nodded and ran
off as quickly as he could, not even considering doing otherwise.

 For the rest of that day, McGreuter didn't say a word about what had
happened, for which Ethan was very thankful and decided not to mention it
either, hoping that McGreuter would forget it.  Ethan was almost even happy
that things were still 'normal' or at least like they'd been for the last
few days.

 The next morning, the whole incident seemed to have been forgotten. Ethan
actually even felt almost cheerful as he followed McGreuter around, trying
to keep him happy so that he might screw Ethan.  However, Ethan did start to
notice something odd. Whenever McGreuter was talking, he seemed to start
using bigger words that Ethan couldn't understand. But that didn't bother
Ethan much for some reason.

 Ethan was sitting on the floor, playing with himself when McGreuter came
walking in, holding something in his hand. "Get up." McGreuter ordered.

 "Yes?" Ethan said, immediately standing up and waiting for McGreuter.  He
stood there patiently, waiting for what was next, whatever that was.

 Dr. McGreuter smiled, then held out the object in his hand.  It took Ethan
a moment to realize that it was a book since it had brown leather covers.
"This journal can tell you how you can get back to normal."  McGreuter
grinned as he handed it over to Ethan.  "Go ahead."

 Ethan giggled excitedly and opened it up, trying to find where it would
tell him how to turn back to normal.  But when Ethan tried focusing on the
words, none of them made any sense to him. He frowned as he stared intently
at the scribbles that covered the pages and trying unsuccessfully to make
them out, deciding that McGreuter was playing funny games with him.

 "What does it say?" Dr. McGreuter asked almost pleasantly.  After Ethan
gave him a confused look, McGreuter just grinned triumphantly.  "You can't
read it can you?" When Ethan shook his head no, feeling extremely confused,
McGreuter just laughed.  "Can you guess what's happened to you?"

 For a moment Ethan just looked at McGreuter, then he shook his head. "No."
he squeaked out quietly.

 Still chuckling, McGreuter said, "I've altered your intelligence and
aggression levels, not to mention your independence."  Ethan looked at
McGreuter, wondering what he was talking about. Ethan couldn't understand
those big words.  "I've made you about as smart as a raisin." McGreuter
sneered. "And I've made sure that you're very, very good at following
orders.  You like to follow orders, don't you?"

 Ethan frowned and looked at the man in front of him, feeling so small and
insignificant. He shuddered and tried really hard to think about what
McGreuter was saying. It wasn't easy, but he did understand some of it and
realized that it was true.  Ever since that thing happened the day before,
Ethan had felt more and more confused about everything.  He didn't know what
to do until McGreuter told him.  While before then he'd felt really bad
about doing what McGreuter wanted, ever since he'd been doing what he'd been
told without thinking about it. It felt good to do what he was told.

 McGreuter's grin faded and a serious look took it's place.  "Now, this is
how it's going to be." He glared at Ethan, making him cringe back, afraid
that he was going to be punished again.  "You aren't human anymore. You're
less than that.  You don't even deserve any kind of human name. From now on,
your name is Horny.  Do you understand?"

 Ethan stared at McGreuter for a moment, then McGreuter grabbed him
painfully by his nipple and repeated the question. "Yes." Horny answered,
staring down and wondering if having her nipple hurt more or felt good more.
She almost giggled as she wondered.

 "Good." McGreuter almost smiled again.  "I am your master and you will only
call me Master. You will speak only when spoken to and do everything you can
to please me, won't you?"

 Horny nodded emphatically. "Yes Master."

 "Good."  Horny's new master said, grinning triumphantly.  "Now you may suck
my cock."

 With that, Horny giggled and stopped playing with her boobies, turning her
attention to her master's belt.  A minute later, she was sucking away
cheerfully, knowing that there was something that she had been worrying
about earlier but unable to remember it. She shrugged it off, deciding that
it wasn't important. Only feeling good and making her master happy was
important.  Then with that, Horny turned her full attention to her new job.

THE END (for the moment)