They called it the X virus. In reality it was thought to be a man made disease. It wasn’t really a disease though. Nobody, not even top scientist and virologists who had to deal with it’s consequences, knew what it really was. The most likely explanation was that it was a combination of things; a virus combined with nanites. Although the actual virus had never been isolated it was felt that this was the most likely reasonable explanation.
The condition itself, of course, only affected men, men mostly over thirty. I was forty five when I contracted it in the year 2020. The symptoms were always the same: a high temperature combined with a tingling sensation all over the body. It felt like ants crawling under the skin. Other than that the symptoms weren’t that bad until the latter stages. Then the “victim” would fall unconscious and be so for 3 or 4 days. It was during this stage that the obvious changes became apparent.
The victim would slowly change over this period from male to fully functional biological female. Accompanying this change would be a reduction in apparent age of between ten and twenty years, depending on age. One of the only positive aspects of being infected was the regeneration of certain body tissues including teeth. Fillings would fall out revealing a perfect set of extremely hard and durable new teeth. Existing teeth were also affected making them just as hard and durable. Autoimmune diseases a victim had before were completely cured by the condition. Conditions such as Crohn’s disease, an inflammatory bowel condition, were also cured. The victim’s health after was much improved.
The only downside was the victim was now a member of the opposite sex with an extremely high sex drive. Consequently it wasn’t unusual for transformees, as they were called, to fall pregnant soon after their change. This was seen as a positive thing by the government of the day which had to deal with an ever increasing ageing population combined with a declining birth rate and an imbalance between the sexes. They positively encouraged transformees to find partners and breed. Seeing they had a high sex drive and exuded powerful pheromones which attracted males of the species.
My symptoms began as I was out on my rounds one day. I put the initial fever down to a cold. I couldn’t ignore the symptoms when 24 hours later I felt my skin crawl beneath. I knew I had to phone for an ambulance immediately or suffer from dying of dehydration when I fell unconscious. I was soon whisked off to the isolation ward by 2 female paramedics. They weren’t taking any chances there was a good chance of any males in my vicinity also being affected.
I was soon delirious in bed, catheterised with a line in me to keep me alive .Then I knew nothing more. I awoke 2 days later feeling very strange and still slightly groggy. I knew the change hade occurred when immediately I woke. I felt light headed and an amazing sense of well being and happiness. I knew I had breasts for they moved in a strange manner when I moved in bed. The most startling change was between my thighs for where once stood my proud manhood there was now a strange emptiness there. My hands tentatively travelled down to where my moist little cleft now was. My new breasts ached slightly, as I had been told they would. I was aware of my bottom now being much bigger than it had been before.
Over the next few weeks there would be gradual remodelling as my breasts enlarged even more and my backside became even bigger. I gradually got out of bed .My catheter dangled limply after I pulled it out. As it did so it gently rubbed against my newly formed clitoris and an electric shock travelled throughout my body. As I stood there naked for all to see a nurse rushed into the room.” You shouldn’t be out of bed yet.” She reprimanded me for my curiosity. “I had to see.” I croaked .My now smaller and female vocal cords working for the first time. “It’s alright.” She said in a much milder tone than before. “I can understand you want to see how the changes have affected you.” “Yes.” I said now getting used to my more feminine voice. “I have to know what I look like” “You are very attractive young women now aged about 28 to 30 years old.” She moved to the other side of the room and flipped over what I realised was a mirror.
I moved towards it and looked at my reflection. She stared back at me mirroring my every move. She was stunning with a curvy figure. The breasts were formed just right. Further down was a narrow waist .I looked down at the junction between her thighs where my new sex was and almost fainted .I was a schoolboy’s fantasy. “It’s ok, I’m told by others it’s a daunting experience at first.” Her words came to me out of the ether. “Are you alright.” I didn’t reply to this .How could I ever be alright ever again. Here I was now a beautiful, and from what I had read, and horny female. I knew particularly that the young Asian men where I lived in town drooled over transformees. Indeed such was their desire for them a few “girls” had been abducted in Bradford, not too far away. “You’ll be fine .I’ll go and tell the doctor you’re up and she’ll come and have a word. You might want to browse the literature that’s been left for you. It’s just inside the locker.” Then she was gone .
I stood and stared at the short haired young woman in front of me. Indeed my short hair was the only thing that gave away my true identity. It was me in the mirror. There could be no doubt about that. Yet it was a genetically enhanced female version of me. My face was vaguely the same yet I knew this was how I would have been if I had been born female. I gently felt my new heaving breasts and was amazed to find how sensitive the nipples were. My left hand travelled to the junction between my thighs .I now realised how much more sensitive my new clitoris was. Modesty overcame me and I thought I’d better put a wrap on before the doctor came. Luckily a pink dressing gown had been left for me hanging on the wall nearby. Beside it was a nightdress.
I had only just fastened it and was beginning to peruse the literature when she came in. “Hello I’m Doctor Kendra. I see you’ve been admiring your new body. It was the same with me .It took me over a month to believe it had really happened.” She then sat down with me on the bed and went through the usual procedure. She briefly told me about my “new” bodily functions, periods and all. She told me my first period would probably occur in about three week’s time. She told me all about how fertile I now was and advised me to use protection should I meet a man. “Of course you may go home when you like but I advise that you stay with us a little longer and attend the lectures planned. Then if you feel well enough you may go home at weekend. However the choice is yours and whatever you decide will be fine with us.” I decided to heed her advice mainly because she had once been a man like I had.
I spent the next 6 days there .I met up with other transformees. In all it was a worthwhile stay. In four days I underwent a crash course in womanhood. At first I wore the light tracksuit provided for me .However as time went by I tried on dresses and skirts. I felt more comfortable wearing these and so I decided to wear them more often after that first day. They had a ready supply of clothes donated by sympathetic patrons. Mostly they were second hand but of good quality. It was a bit of a strain with the bras at first. I had been more used to removing them than putting them on. One good thing was that they saw to it that my bra was of the correct size.
The informal talks they gave us were quite informative and educational. They even supplied us with make up and taught us how to use it to achieve the best effects. They also told us that there would still be slight remodelling over the next few weeks but most of the changes had already taken place. They advised us on the use of contraceptives but advised against the use of the contraceptive pill for the present. We were given condoms and a few of us were supplied cervical caps. Some of the “girls” were considering having a coil fitted at a later date.
The most erotic time of those first few days of my new life was undressing and going to bed at night my clitty was positively throbbing by bed time. The simple sensation of walking caused it to ache with a passion I had never known as a man. Although I had only had this appendage for a few days it gave me more pleasure than my former male one had ever done. At night I would undress in front of the mirror and look at my new form for about 5 to 10 minutes .All the time I was doing this I would gently stroke and feel at my new body all over but paying particular attention to my breasts and rump.
I couldn’t get over how soft and curvaceous my rear was. Walking alone was sheer pleasure .I now instinctively walked with a sway of my hips. I could only imagine the effect it would have on the local boys when I returned home. After my little voyeur session I would get into bed with a thin nightdress on and gently feel and fondle myself. Finally I would gently play and stroke my clitoris until I came. The sensation was amazing and much more pleasurable than any orgasm had been when I was male.
During the last couple of days they brought in groups of young men about 18 or 19 of age for us to meet. Knowing I lived in an Asian area I was introduced to Akram who was just 18. We talked and walked together. After a while we held hands we spent the whole morning together and promised to meet up the following day I could feel my panties becoming damp as we held hands and talked. That night as I lay in bed I imagined what it would be like making love to a man. I thought of the boy I had been with in the morning I came off almost immediately when I stroked my now engorged clitoris.
The next day they only let us spend a few moments with a whole range of young studs. In the afternoon I was introduced to another couple of Young Asian men Jamil and Rashid. This time I was allowed a bit more time with them .It was mostly small talk we made. But by now the young men were becoming more familiar with us. We still held hands but they were also encouraged to become a bit more intimate. Luckily we had been advised to wear a pantie girdle on top of the panties and tights we wore under our dresses. Even so my young men still had a good feel of my bottom. I could even feel Rashid’s erect penis pressing against me whilst I talked with another girl. As always they asked me for my phone number instead I asked for theirs.
By evening my panties were damp .Before dinner I had to change them because they were so damp. The next day we were all going home. Again it was one more fretful night. I had never played with myself more than I did in those first few days. I could only imagine what I would be like when I returned home. Before going we all had a long hard talk with one of the counsellors, Jean, about my future. I confessed too her that I didn’t feel I could carry on with my present job. I was told that a grant was available to help out in circumstances like mine and that a favourable attitude was shown by many employers.
I opted to apply for a job in a local health centre as a receptionist. She felt my experience would stand me in good stead. So it was arranged that I would attend an interview the following week. In the meantime I had said I would still visit a few patients. Jean also gave me dates of a transformee’s club and the many self support groups in my area. “They really are quite helpful you know.” She told me. So the time had come to return home. The mini bus would drop me off at my home. I only carried a small case supplied to me with my new clothes in it and another small bag containing make up and other toiletries supplied to us. Before leaving we were given our cheques and an additional grant to purchase clothes and essential feminine items. After all we were all now fully functional biological females.
As we made our way from the countryside into the towns I sat talking to Trevor, now called Tanya. He had formerly been a 48 year old bricklayer .Like me she would be starting a new job shortly. We exchanged details and telephone numbers and promised to keep in touch. As we drew near to my house I expected to see crowds stairing. But there were only a few people walking up and down the street. As I unlocked the door and the bus moved off a few youths gave me appreciative looks. I had decided to start as I intended to carry on. I wore a dress and tights that morning.
As I was unpacking there came a knock at the door. It was only my next door neighbour who had come to see if everything was alright. He was accompanied by his 2 sons aged 18 and 19. Two of his daughters were there as well. After a quick chat, I told him I was fine but it was still a bit strange to say the least, he left with his sons. The girls showed a bit more empathy for me mostly because a cousin of theirs, in Bradford had just been infected. After a long chat, at the door they invited me to join a number of other girls at their other house one evening the following week. Not wanting to offend I accepted their offer.
The next week went by so quickly .I had lots to do. One of the first things I did was to sort out all my old clothes and take them to one of the many charity shops in town. At first it was decidedly strange walking around town in female attire. After a few days it became second nature. For the most part the young admirers who were present in abundance didn’t pester me. It was always possible to spot “transformees” as we were called; there were always young men in their vicinity admiring them. I was no exception to this.
My interview came and went .I felt a bit self-conscious whilst I was interrogated by 3 people, 2 men and a woman. I was offered the job on the spot after the interview. I was grateful and glad I had been accepted. I felt I could perform my duties reasonably well. I continued to see some of my patients that week but I informed some of them that would be my last visit. I still intended to see a few patients but not that many. My job as a receptionist would take up 4 days each week. I felt I could live reasonably well with that.
I kept myself busy in other ways that week. I attended one of the “transformee’s clubs in town. Again I met up with Tanya and Julie another girl who I had met at the camp. Tanya had brought along a young man with her called Sam. He was only 20 years old but they appeared quite close. That evening helped me overcome my initial fears about going out in public .Up until then I had been apprehensive about it. I even took my next door neighbour’s daughter invitation and met up with them at one of their dad’s houses. Also there was a cousin of theirs called Jamil. I had often seen him in passing when he visited his cousins next door.
He was slightly taller than I was about 5’ 10” tall. Although he was slim he was wiry with it. Up till then I hadn’t noticed how good-looking he was. They invited him onto their little gathering for a while. They introduced him to me and told me he was single. Although I knew in a way I was being set up I didn’t object. We talked together for a while. As I left he approached me in the street and asked me if I wanted to go out. I played it a bit cool and said I would like to go swimming the following weekend. I didn’t want to appear to be too keen. I knew young men would now find me attractive .It was all due to the “illness” I had just recovered from. Still I had decided to take things easy. I also didn’t want to appear to be too easy a catch.
By now I was becoming more comfortable with my new body. I was even getting more used to living and acting like the woman I now was. Saturday came around and I reluctantly went to the swimming baths with my friend Tanya, her friend Sam, Jamil and myself. I could hardly not notice the raging hard on each boy had. Tanya and I just swam a few lengths. Then the boys became a bit more playful .They began to splash us both .Of course we retaliated. By taking them on one at a time. When we both had ducked Sam under the water we then started on Jamil. He soon playfully gave in. However not before he was able to have a fleeting feel of my breasts. I was now getting a little aroused because of this and soon after decided to get showered and changed.
After that little incident in the pool I masturbated in bed more than I ever had done since my change. It was only a matter of time before I became sexually active. First I decided to ease things off a bit to see how keen he was. In any case my first period was coming up and I wasn’t looking forward to it on the slightest. From that time until my period Jamil still courted me a little. Me being a little cool with him only increased his interest. When my period did start it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined .The first day was the worst. Soon the flow gradually decreased and by the fourth day it had almost ceased completely. After that I fully realised I really was a fully functional biological woman with all that it entailed. I was able to conceive and bear a child.
My social life had never been so active. I was out at least 3 times a week. By the fourth week after my change Tanya confided in me that Sam and her were now active. I started my new job and continued to wind my practice down. I soon settled into it. I was amazed how many “transformees” there were in town. It didn’t pass my attention that some were now actually pregnant or had young babies. Jamil continued to meet up with me on a regular basis. I knew that soon he would want to make love.
After all it was only a normal progression of the mating ritual. It was about a week after my period had finished that he began to tell me a bit about his religion. Up till then I had imagined it dominated their lives. The form of Islam he told me about wasn’t that extreme. He admitted he would rather make love than war. So it was only a continuation of his courting of me that occasionally I started to wear some traditional Asian clothing. It really did feel sensual to the touch. By now we had become a bit more intimate and I would allow him to kiss me and fondle my breasts.
Another month passed. I continued to go to the club and meet up with other “girls” at a support group I had become involved with. Some of the girls there had fallen for younger Asian men as well. After a few weeks I ended up taking Jamil with me. All the time we were becoming more accustomed and more relaxed in each other’s company. My next period came and went. I was getting used to my “monthly” by then and was amazed to find myself accepting it as a normal part of my life. It had only been just over 2 months since my “change” and I felt like I had been female all my life. During this time I went for regular medical check ups and counselling sessions. My new body even began to take on more feminine curves.
My hips widened even more. I even had to go up one bra size to 36d. This didn’t pass unnoticed by my new boyfriend. I began to play with myself more often alone in bed at night. I didn’t quite feel right alone in such a big bed. I was in need of a loving bed partner. When I brought myself to orgasm I increasingly thought about my young man between my thighs. I knew he wouldn’t wait much longer before he wanted to take our relationship further. He was after all a young man with a young man’s sexual needs. I remembered the words Tanya had uttered to me one night at the support group: “You know Kathy Young men really do need a lot of sex. It’s only a natural function and urge they want to fulfil. Besides if you go on much longer denying him he may look elsewhere. Anyway you owe it to yourself to your new sex to fulfil your desires as well.”
The following weekend I knew it was either make or break. I felt like a natural woman by then. I decided to let nature take its course. As we walked back after we had babysat for his sister’s 2 children I was more than ready for love. I had allowed him to gently stroke my engorged clitoris whilst I had stroked his circumcised manhood. That evening I wore a traditional red suit. Underneath I wore bra and panties and a thin slip as well as self support stockings. I had been apprehensive about taking things further but now I felt ready for the next step.
He escorted me to the door. On the threshold I said, “Do you want to come in for a coffee?” He replied “I don’t drink coffee.” “To this I responded, “It’s ok because I don’t have any.” We had walked back home hand in hand and we kept holding hands as we went in. I turned on the light and he came behind me and felt at my ample bottom and hips. “You really have child bearing hips.” He told me. When I asked him what he wanted to do about it he said, “I’d love to fill you with one! ” I was shocked but incredibly turned on by this. Although I had often thought what it would be like to become pregnant I hadn’t thought about having a child so soon. “ Maybe later, if you’re really serious.” I said.
We went straight upstairs. Jamil held my rear and pushed me upstairs. I took his hand and led him to our bedroom. He pressed against me and I felt his proud member press into me. I could feel my panties becoming damp with anticipation. I only just had time to put a small lamp on and draw the curtains before he was with em kissing and caressing my whole body. I pretended to resist a little longer. In reality I wanted him as much as he wanted me. Luckily I knew I wasn’t fertile this evening .I was so sexed up by now I don’t think I could have waited to insert my cap or put a condom on him even if I’d wanted to.
We were soon kissing and fondling each other. By now I wanted to be his Eve .He was my Adam. I was now ready to begin to fulfil my biological destiny. All too soon our clothes lay in a pile upon the floor. First he pulled down my trousers. Then my top was lifted above my head. I soon had his top and trousers off. My slip was soon removed. He fumbled a little with my front fastening bra. Then he puled down my damp panties. My clitty was swollen and engorged. We pounced on the bed and began to explore each other’s naked bodies. “My god, I can’t ever believe you were ever a man.” He said. “I think you’ll find I’m all woman now.” I replied. I lay back instinctively for him to mount me for the very first time.
I moaned with delight as his rod entered my most intimate of places. He really was a big boy. Physiologically he was about ten years my junior. But we were, it seems, a match sexually. He groaned as his love pole found the spot. He thrust into me and then out. I raised my knees higher for him to probe me even deeper. All the while he was moaning: “Oh Kathy. You’re beautiful.” I whispered words of endearment as we thrust together in our dance of love. “Oh Jamil I didn’t know it could be so wonderful. Just fill me .I don’t want it to stop.” I meant it as well .At that moment I realised I couldn’t deny my own sexual and physical needs any longer. I raised my legs even higher and gently stroked his buttocks as he finally came. I felt his hot seed fill my wanton belly. I felt the tip of his penis nudge against my cervix. It was as though he was doing his utmost to fulfil his natural function by implanting his seed into my womb. I felt my time come as well .I let out a low moan as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Although I wasn’t fertile at the moment I wished for a split second that I were.
After our moment of bliss we lay together still joined in the act of love. I looked into his eyes and smiled and let out a little giggle. It was infectious and he began to smile and laugh as well. Then we just lay there and hugged each other. Neither one of us was wanting to part. We both wanted to savour the moment. Although technically speaking I had been a female virgin up till that moment I knew instinctively what to do. I knew through some hidden sense how to react and behave like the girl I had become. He had already told me he had only had sex a couple of times. So although he was by no means a virgin he was still a little inexperienced in the art of love.
When we finally parted it was only for a short while so we could reposition ourselves for the next round. This time I sat astride my new lover. It was as though some hidden hand was guiding me. I seemed to know what to do and how to please him the most. As my hips moved up and down and side to side my young man thrust in unison with me. When he came for a second time I positioned my self forward to cause the maximum stimulation to my new sex and clitoris. I was soon coming. I felt my new love shoot his babymaking seed against my cervix one more time. We made love another couple of times before sleep finally took us in the early hours.
When I awoke I was amazed that more of his seed had not soiled the towel I had placed in bed. After a quick visit to the bathroom I gently got back into bed and cuddled up to my lover. I soon fell asleep .I awoke to him gently kneading and sucking on my breasts. I parted my thighs in readiness for his penetration of me. I felt and guided his now erect pole into my wet and waiting vagina. Again we began our dance of love. This time it was more relaxed and natural. II once again thrust back in unison with him. All too soon he was emptying the contents of his balls into me one more time. I gently stroked his face and head as we lay together. I wanted to savour this moment for all eternity. My old male persona was finally gone. It was gone forever and I didn’t regret it in the slightest. In the words of Edith Piaf I truly had no regrets. I was a woman and a very feminine one as well.
Jamil spent the rest of the weekend with me .We made love and mated at every possible opportunity. We went out for short walks or to visit friends. When we were alone we soon got naked and satisfied each other's needs. Jamil stayed Sunday night as well. He had brought some clothes so he could go straight to work in his father’s shop the following day.
Over the next few weeks we spent increasingly more time together. He would stop over 3 or 4 times a week. His parents weren’t exactly happy with our arrangement but it did work for us. He had his minor faults as we all have. I found him a bit arrogant and opinionated at times. But these were only minor ones, which I soon learned to accept. I increasingly deferred to his wishes. I increasingly wore Asian clothes more of the time. Occasionally I would wear a dress to work. This didn’t bother my boy .In fact it only gave him easier access to my body. During my most fertile times over the following months I would either make him wear a condom or use my cap. Sometimes I would use both forms of contraception.
Within six months of our meeting Jamil finally popped the question. “Will you marry me and become my wife Kathy?” He asked me on night after we had made love. I immediately fell into his arms and cried .My female hormones by now had taken full control of me and I could cry just like a little girl .I had to assure him they were tears of Joy.
The only major sticking point was his religion. His parents were set on a nice Muslim girl for their boy. Out of love for him I finally converted and embraced Islam. I was by then wearing Asian women’s clothes all of the time anyway. I learnt all I could about his faith that I could. On a fine July day the wedding ceremony came around. I truly was the blushing bride in my suit of pale blue. The Imam was there who had blessed our joining and union. His extended family were there including my next door neighbours. In all there were over 250 people there that day. Most of them were from his side of the family.
We went on honeymoon to London. We spent over two weeks there staying with his sister and her family. Although she had a large house she also had a large family. She had five children aged 3,4,5,6and 7. Three boys and two girls the two girls were the eldest. We had our own large bedroom. On two separate occasions we agreed to stop in of an evening and look after their children whilst their parents went out. Invariably we would end up naked making love in the large living room mostly on the large sheepskin rug. As in our first lovemaking session caution was thrown to the wind during our stay. Although I had brought a ready supply of condoms and my cervical cap with me they all lay in my hand luggage unopened.
My new husband also knew I was fertile during our stay. I’m convinced our first child was conceived in front of the fire on that cool August evening. I had been feeling particularly horny all day. We had made love early that morning but we hadn’t been able to enjoy our mid afternoon session because the children were home with their mother. That evening we made up for it. I had prepared myself well beforehand. I had enjoyed a long leisurely soak in the bath. Then I had taken more time than usual to my hair and make up. I still kept my hair fairly short for a woman. However there was no mistaking me for anything else. As soon as the children’s parents left we were soon naked .I put a cushion underneath my rear and Jamil was soon filling me with his life giving baby gravy. I came more intensely that night than at any time since our arrival. We stayed coupled for more than two hours.
After our missionary sex we mated with me on top of Jamil .I’m sue I felt his seed blast directly into my womb on more than one occasion. During our third session of the evening I was sure I saw the eldest girl, Riana, watching us through the door which was ajar. This only intensified my lovemaking to my husband. By the time they arrived back we were both fully clothed and looking presentable. We hardly slept that night. During our love sessions I kept telling Jamil to give me his baby. He told me he would keep me pregnant for the next ten years. “I now forbid you to use any form of birth control.” As is the law in Islamic families the man’s word is law. As a faithful and obedient wife I am bound duty bound to obey him.
I knew I had conceived that night. I was convinced of that fact when 4 days later I felt the strangest tingling sensation within my abdomen. I felt that this was due to my fertilised egg implanting itself in my uterine wall. By the time we left I knew I was with child. I of course missed my next period .A simple test for H.C.G. confirmed my pregnancy. Jamil was overjoyed when I told him he was going to become a father. I still kept in touch with Tanya and the other girls at the group by now Tanya was also expecting a little bundle of joy. As the months progressed and autumn made way for winter there were over eight girls with swelly bellies in our little group. I continued to go swimming right up till the eighth month of my pregnancy. All the usual tests were done and all was well.
I gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Julie Samara, in early April .She weighed 7lb 5 ounce at birth. Although there was some pain during the birth it wasn’t as bad as I had been led to believe. Within a month of the birth my body had returned to its post pregnant state. The doctors had told me this was a normal aspect for transformees. At about the same time Jamil and I began to make love again. I abided by his decision and didn’t use any protection from then on. Within 3 months I was pregnant again.
As I finish writing my little tale I am now four months pregnant, in maternity clothes with our second child. I am somewhat bigger than I was at the same stage last time around. Jamil and I suspect I may be carrying twins this time.
If this is the case my husband has agreed I may use the cap for nine months after the birth. I’m looking forward to many more years of fruitful marriage with my husband and our loving families.
