About 20 miles off the coast of Hawaii, but well within international waters, there was a beautiful private tropical island. And on this private island was a rather large research facility, several stories high, with a nearby helipad and backup power generator. At the edge of the rainforest, just a short walk from the main facility, there was a strange religious temple – ancient in design, but clearly recently built within the past few years. It looked like something from ancient Greece, back in a time when people worshipped a whole pantheon of gods and goddess.
On the opposite side of the large research facility, also at the edge of the rainforest, was a small dorm building. It held maybe 15 or 20 rooms. A new building site next to it had already been cleared, with the foundation for a second building already under construction.
While most world power governments were aware of this island, and their satellites clearly saw the human activity on it, no one really knew who owned it, who lived there, or what they were doing. But since they showed no signs of weapons or chemical warfare, everyone just ignored them and left this quiet little island alone.
If only they knew what was really going on here.
For inside the main research facility, on the third floor, down the hall, and towards the back corner, an experiment was underway at this very moment.
Ray was a cute 20-something scientist. She had her long brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore pink scrubs, which typically were more for doctors and nurses than a biological engineer like herself. Still, her job duties had expanded quite considerably since she first came here. And on days like today, she definitely played the role of a medical practitioner – of sorts.
“Are you scared?” she asked her patient.
A young man laid straight across a bed, stiff and narrow like a plank, unable to move. He appeared to be in his late 20s, maybe his early 30s. He had short black hair, a day-old five o’clock shadow, and modest but substantial muscles throughout his body. He wore a white hospital gown and nothing else. His hairy, manly feet hung off the bottom edge of the narrow bed. His old clothes laid in a small pile on the floor.
He tried to turn his head towards Ray, to answer her question. But even the slightest movement required great strain and effort. He grunted helplessly, a weak sound that expressed both frustration and his all too present awareness of just how hopeless he was.
“P…lease….” he struggled to say.
Ray smiled. She looked so cute. She lightly touched his shoulder, traced her dainty little fingers down his arm, back up his arm, and snaked it back and forth down his chest. “Relax,” she said calmly. “Trust me, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve done this like a dozen times before.” She paused. “Well, maybe not me personally, but I’ve reviewed footage of at least a dozen different volunteers.”
He looked at her curiously.
“My point is, you’re not the first.” Ray reached over a grabbed a syringe from the nearby counter. It contained a clear liquid – but they both knew it wasn’t water or saline solution. “My boss is looking for a more cost effective treatment. Maybe this’ll be it. But don’t worry. It’s totally safe. You should feel honored, really. You’re among the first of many. Kind of a mother for a whole new generation. And trust me, you’re gonna have a lot of fun,” she winked.
“S…top… Don’t…” he uttered.
She dabbed an alcohol-covered cotton ball over the vein in his arm, disinfecting the area she was about to inject.
“I know you’re probably scared. I was too, at first. It’s perfectly natural,” she said.
He looked at her strangely.
She squeezed the excess air out of the syringe. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I used to be like you. A man, I mean. I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t mind being a guy. But then Tiresias Global showed me the way. They taught me something amazing.” She looked down into his eyes. “Being a girl is so much better. You may not realize it yet, but deep down, every guy would like to be a girl, if he actually knew what it was like.” She stabbed the needle into his exposed vein. He grunted out in pain. “And thanks to Tiresias Global, now that’s possible.”
She slowly pressed down on the syringe, steadily filling his body with its foreign contents. Once it completely drained inside of him, she pulled it out and placed a cute little pink Band-Aid over the spot.
She stepped back and watched.
He grit his teeth. Tightened his fists. It was all he could do. His muscles had been paralyzed earlier from something he ate. They had tricked him. He thought he won an all-expenses paid vacation to a remote tropical island resort. They lied. This was no vacation. This was no resort. This was… this was…
His eyes temporarily crossed. His toes turned inward. His hands relaxed and loosened. His whole body started to release its tension.
Ray glanced at the clock to make note of the time. A security camera in the corner of the room documented everything too.
“Don’t be scared. Don’t fight it. You’re going to love being a girl.”
He let out a gasp, his voice already sounding more feminine. His arm and leg muscles softened, slowly turning to putty, as his form became more slender and narrow. He wiggled his toes, regaining some control over his body. But as he did, his feet slowly shrank, becoming more and more feminine by the minute. His hands too. Smaller. Softer. More slender.
He managed to turn his head, resting it to the side. His black hair grew longer, centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, longer and longer, until, within minutes, it was long enough to fall half way down his back.
His back arched slightly, feeling an incredible tingling sensation on his chest. Slowly a pair of new female breasts swelled up and spread out, pressing up against his white hospital gown.
Ray observed closely as the man’s hips widened, his butt swelled into a feminine form, and his waist curved beautifully. His arms and legs continued to become even more slender and feminine by the minute, as his overall body tightened, toned, and shrank, losing several inches in height. His little girly feet no longer hung off the edge of the bed.
His face then softened. His lips turned a slighter brighter, more pinkish color, natural blush appeared on his cheeks, his defined jawbone and rough facial features softened and curved into an adorable female face. His eyes turned blue – hmm, Ray wasn’t expecting that, she made a note of it on her chart – and the young man let out a moaning gasp, fully feminine, with no trace of an Adam’s apple remaining.
His knees turned outward, spreading his, or more like “her,” newly toned and slender feminine legs apart.
“I think we’re just about done,” Ray said, reaching for the transformee’s gown. Ray pulled it up and back away from the genital area, watching it up close as it happened.
The penis was little more than a tiny nub now. The testicles were nowhere to be seen. The nub shrank and shrank, melding and vanishing completely into a featureless crotch.
“Everything tingles!” the former man exclaimed, in perfectly female voice, now finding it much more easy to speak.
“That’s normal,” Ray explained, still carefully studying the groin area. And there it was. The subtle emerging of the outer vaginal lips. They appeared, they fully formed, and they expanded and blossomed to a normal healthy size. Then the inner lips formed. With a hood over the transformee’s new clit. And Ray watched, with clinical detachment and observation, as the rest of this new girl’s pussy fully manifested, a deep wet fleshy cave within her lower body.
A cave that would soon experience deep penetration, and overwhelming erotic bliss.
The new girl, half covered in her hospital gown, tightly gripped the sides of the bed, arching her back, tilting her head backward in ecstasy. She moaned softly, erotically, short on breath. “Oh my God,” she said, “I feel like my body’s going to explode!”
“Surrender,” Ray told her. “Give in!”
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