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I awoke in what appeared to be a hospital, based on the medical equipment set up all around the table I was on. I tried to sit up, but noticed that I was stuck. My arms were held down by steel bands at the wrist and just above the elbow. Likewise, my legs were clamped in place. I tried to sit up again, and noticed that a steel band was also keeping my head from moving. What the hell was going on?

I heard footsteps, then the hum of an electric motor, as the bed I was strapped to moved, to a position where I was sitting up. I could see my body, and see that I was completely naked. Tubes ran from various machines into several places in my body, including the vein in my arm, and one going into my belly button.

I glanced up, and saw *her*, the siren that had lured me here.

"What the hell is going on!" I demanded. "Where am I! What are you doing to me!"

She smiled, and held up a syringe full of a clear liquid. She removed the cap, showing the tip of the needle. She tapped it a few times to get out any air bubbles, and pushed it just a bit, so that a drop of fluid formed on the very top of the needle. She held it in front of her face, her mouth upturned slightly in an evil smile.

Wordlessly, she plunged the needle into my arm, and emptied it's contents into me. It burned at first, but that feeling soon went away. She put the cap back on the needle, then put it into the medical waste bin.

"Don't worry" she finally said, the first words she had actually ever spoken to me. "Don't worry if you find that you cannot move anymore. The paralysis is only temporary, and the numbness in your body. Only your brain is still working. Everything else is shutting down for a while.

"Why?" I tried to say, but it was like lifting a million pounds to even move my mouth. My lips froze, slightly ajar, and I could not get *anything* to respond anymore. Except for my eyes, I was completely stuck, my body not responding to my commands.

The lady pulled over a device, and pushed some buttons on it. It had something like a wand coming from it, and she pulled it up to me. She pointed it at my leg, and I could see a round spot of red where it was aimed.

She moved it around skillfully, and soon I realized what she was doing. She was using a laser to remove my hair! She did my legs, then my chest, my armpits, and my face.

"Body hair is so ugly" she said. She hummed as she worked, it and must have been hours before she was done. Next, she maneuvered the pole on wheels with the bag of saline solution dripping into me, so that I could see what she was doing. She pulled a lever, and a smaller bag started emptying into me too.

I wanted to know what it was, but there was no way I could ask. She smiled, and continued to hum as she put away the laser machine.

Next, she brought another machine, and attached it to the two tubes coming out from my bellybutton. She hit a button, and my head was moved so that it was staring down at my legs and chest.

"Saline is the safest for filling implant bags," she said, but silicon get gives the best look."

With that, I felt a pressure in my chest, as the machine started to hum. The pressure continued, and I noticed something: my chest was starting to change shape. I could feel something inside me! While I was out, she had put implants in my chest, and they were now filling up with silicon gel!

I was helpless to do anything as they continued to swell and grow. My skin was stretching more and more as my bosom started to develop. They kept getting bigger and bigger! How could that be me I was looking at, with a hairless chest, with female breasts? I was completely powerless, and could only watch as I developed jugs.

When the machine finally stopped, my chest looked like that of a girl! I could not believe how 'they' stuck out from me, pointing pertly upwards. I had a pair of perfectly shaped female breasts! Me! This could not be happening. But it got worse than that.

A second woman dressed in a doctor's outfit entered the room.

"Oh Gloria, you went all the way to D cups this time. I thought we were going to make her just a C."

"That was the plan, but I think that she'll be better proportioned this way."

"I guess you're right. Lets get to work."

She? Her? They were talking about me! I wasn't a girl, even if they did give me breast implants. As soon as I was out of here, I'd have them removed.

"How long has she been receiving estrogen?" asked the doctorly woman.

"As long as she's been here."

"Good. Her system is saturated. And the testosterone blocker?"

"The same. We're ready for removal."

"Excellent. Go wash up, I'll prep."

First she shaved off all my pubic hair. Then she got out a grease pencil, and drew some marks on my tummy, hips, and between my legs. I couldn't feel a thing. She poked me in the privates, but there was absolutely no feeling.

I can't relate how terrible it was to be forced to watch as she took out her surgical implement, and started cutting into me. I couldn't feel a thing, but my mind was screaming out. I was revolted at the sight of blood normally, but to see a gash between my legs below the base of my manhood, where my balls started.

She kept carefully cutting, and a few minutes later, I saw them fall and heard the spat as my balls hit the ground. I could not feel it at all, but I saw it. I felt like dying. They had just cut off my balls!

The first woman was back now, and picked them up. She held them, just inches away from me. They looked so ugly, wrinkled and disgusting. I was afraid that she was going to put them in my mouth or something, so it was almost a relief as she instead threw them into the trash bucket. Splat.

She pushed a button, and I was forced to look down to see what was going on now. Another button forced my legs to spread wide apart, like a woman in the delivery room. The lady doctor had made an incision into me, and was cutting down the line she had traced with the pencil.

I couldn't quite see all that she was doing, but she was reaching inside of me, performing some kind of surgery. I could tell what was going on though: she was creating a cavity inside me for a pussy.

The worst was their next move. She took my manhood, and split it open! She clipped off the tube that led to my bladder, and several other structures. They were thrown into the trash where my balls were sitting. The awful smell of flesh filled the room.

Then she sort of rolled my manhood apart, to make it one long flat surface. She took it and stuffed it into the cavity she had created inside of me, and began to stitch things together.

"This will give you some degree of feeling when you have sex" she said. "You won't have a real clitoris like *we* do, but there will be some flow of blood to your new vagina, and you will get a pleasant tingling. You won't be able to have an orgasm, but who knows, perhaps some day science will allow us to transplant a real female reproductive system into you."

I wanted to die! They were making a pussy for me, out of the remains of my manhood. If I could have cried, I would have. But I could only watch as they did it all to me.

"I think she's had about enough" said the first woman.

"True enough" said the doctor. "Now listen to me Jeanette. This is very important. As soon as I clean up between your legs, I'll implant this."

She held up a small metallic cylinder.

"This contains a five year supply of female hormones, which will be gradually released into your system. They will effect everything from your skin to your boobs to your brain. But they take time to act."

"We're going to make a few more changes while you sleep" said the other woman. "And you'll be out for about a month as you recover. You will just go to sleep."

"That way, when you wake up, you'll be all heeled and ready to go."

"Now sleep tight dear Jeanette. And don't worry. You'll be a very pretty girl when you wake up."

Everything started to get dim as I started to fade. This couldn't be real. This had to be a dream. But I knew in my heart that I was only kidding myself....

* * *

I woke up, and I was sore. The last thing I had remembered was how they told me I would be asleep for a month.

"Look who's up!" said an unfamiliar female. I looked up to see a blond nurse looking down at me.

"Where am I" I said in an unfamiliarly feminine voice. High pitched, soft...female. My voice? They had even changed that?

"You're in the recovery ward" said the nurse. She picked up the phone, dialed a number, and whispered into the receiver. Then she hurried off out of the room, and I had a chance to look around.

I found that I was strapped down to the bed, but I could move my arms and legs. The first thing I did was to feel my bosom, which was now full. I just could not believe that I had big jugs! My skin felt so soft and smooth to, it was alien and unfamiliar.

The very shape of my body seemed wrong, as I felt the narrowing in my waist below my breasts, then the widening at the hips. I moved my hands inwards, and felt the tuft of pubic hair. It wasn't full and bushy, but trimmed short, in the shape of a rectangle.

Then I moved my hands down, dreading what I would find. An opening. A slot, into which I could fit my finger. A plastic tube ran out of it, and I realized that they had used it to drain the urine out of me while I was in a coma.

I just could not believe that my male genitals were gone. Even though I had seen them removed with my own eyes, and had heard the splat of my balls dropping to the floor, I just could not fathom that they were no longer there.

"Ah Jeanette, you're exploring your pussy already? What a good girl you are" said the woman who had lured me out of the nightclub.

"What did you do to me?" I said, shrieking with rage.

"We turned you into a woman" she replied. "Isn't that obvious?"

"But why? Why did you do this to me?" I was almost in tears.

"You will learn when the time is right. But first, you must get to know your new self."

She pushed a button, and the bed moved to a sitting position. She took out a large handheld mirror from a bag, and handed it to me. I caught a glimpse of my long manicured nails, with the same color of red polish that she wore. My wrist seemed thinner than before, and the rings on my fingers were not mine. I didn't wear jewelry!

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