I must have done something to offend the lady mad scientist, but just exactly...
WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!
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My name is Sergio, and up until a few months ago, I was a regular guy.
I have been writing this account of what happened to me, and hiding it. I’m hoping to find a way to warn others before what happened to me, happens to you.
There I was walking home from watching a movie, the late show at the local triple X movie house. I had been the only one watching the flick, which is often the case for the latest showing. That way I don’t have to worry about some wacko, doing something ‘inappropriate’, sitting near me. I go to the shows to see the cinematography of ‘almost amateurs’ to sharpen my burgeoning desire to make my own films.
Whenever I’m out late, I try and keep an eye out for muggers etc., so when I saw a full size black van creeping up on me, I was getting ready to fight or flee. The side slider slid open and, "pfhtt!"
I felt a sting on my chest reached toward the pain and pulled the empty syringe out. I had long enough to look at it briefly, and then everything went black.
Swimming back up from the darkness I heard, "Ah, I see our subject, the pervert, is waking."
I tried to speak through the drugged haze I was fighting, just to stay conscious, and croaked out, "Where am I?"
"Oh my, we can’t have you blabbing, you will distract me from my work," said the feminine voice.
I felt the sharp stab of an injection in my throat.
"There that will resolve the problem! I have just disabled your larynx, pervert, you will not be able to utter another word for weeks now. But I will answer your question. You are in my personal lab and you have become my new toy. Although I am a rather brilliant Doctor, I get my kicks from, ah... you might say, altering the bodies, of perverts, like you. You see I have my own personal way to cure perverts, so you are about to begin your cure," she informed me.
I couldn’t believe my ears! She thinks I’m a pervert because I watch some of those movies? I began to try and struggle up from my reclined position, even though blindfolded. I quickly discovered that, I was strapped down, and weak as a kitten due to whatever drugs, this maniac had been pumping into my system.
"Good, I see that you have discovered, you cannot escape. Don’t you fret pervert, you will be released, into your very own private hospital room. Well more accurately, you will be confined, in your very own private hospital room. After I’ve made some initial modifications of course," she snickered evilly.
My tentative hold on consciousness slipped away, and darkness once again enveloped me.
I came awake in a hospital bed alone. I felt... off, but couldn’t really put my finger on why. I found I could stand up on my own beside the bed, so from a quick exploration, I found the bathroom and took a piss. I walked to the mirror and looked myself over.
There on my throat I observed the red dot from her injection. I yanked away the air-conditioned gown and saw that every single hair on my body was gone! I put my hand to my head to scratch in puzzlement, only to discover my bald spot was gone! I tipped my head forward for a better look and sure enough I had hair again.
‘Well,’ I thought, ‘if she is going to ‘modify me’ like this, I can deal with no hair on my body if it cures baldness.’
Of course it will take a little getting used to, having a hairless cock, but it wasn’t the end of the world.
I tried to speak and verified what she had told me, she was right I couldn’t even whisper. I went back to my body inspection and found a small, healed scar in my belly button. ‘What the hell was she doing in there?’ I thought.
I heard a rustling at the door and went back out to see if someone came in, or what.
Just as my head popped out of the bathroom, I heard, "Please don’t hurt me!"
I discovered it emanated from a very pretty and petite girl, dressed as a nurse.
"I’m a prisoner here, just like you. She is forcing me to be your nurse, I don’t want to hurt you, or even be here, but I don’t have any more choice, than you do," she quickly said holding her arms out in front of her defensively.
I knew I couldn’t reply, so I just nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders to indicate I would not hurt her.
"Whew! Thank you, I was afraid you might try to escape through me, but let me assure you, even I can’t escape, and I have free run of the place!" she sounded relieved.
"My name is... ah... Nurse Joy. I know, I know, like the cartoon, it wasn’t my name before..." she kind of trailed off with a faraway look in her eyes.
"Never mind, it is my name now, even though it won’t really do you any good, since you can’t talk. I will be bringing your food, changing bandages, helping you to the bathroom, and unfortunately, giving you injections. Don’t ask me what’s in them, SHE doesn’t tell me, even when they are to prep you for surgery, what they do to you, I find out about the same time you do," she said apologetically.
"Oh, and she didn’t tell me what she has planned to do to you either so asking me won’t help because I don’t know," she continued, "Would you please sit on the bed, ah... I have to give you an injection right now, as a matter of fact."
This woman was so small and cute, and I had been brought up strictly, to never hit a girl, so I acquiesced and sat on the bed. She quickly and efficiently injected me, and advised me to lie down.
"Just in case it makes you woozy, you might fall and hurt yourself," she seemed genuinely concerned for me.
Good thing I did because I was out again.
"Hello pervert. You are in my loving hands, once again, this time you will certainly notice that you are well on your way, to your cure," said the doctor and knocked me out again, before I could determine if I felt any different.
Nurse joy was holding my hand when I awakened this time, "I’m so sorry, I wish I could stop her, but I can’t," she sobbed.
"And... and... what she did to you... I so sorry!" she blubbered.
I opened my eyes and noticed I had quite a bit of pain in my groin. I pointed to my crotch and looked at nurse joy questioningly.
"Yes, she removed it all," she admitted.
I fainted dead away.
A sharp sting in my ass brought me back around.
"Oh, you had me so frightened, when you fainted, but I checked all of your vital signs and knew you were okay. This is a pain killer, I think, because she has you scheduled for a shot every four hours, but they don’t all look the same, so they probably have other stuff in them too," she was trying to sound cheery and was busily giving me the shot and tending to my many tubes and bandages.
I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything. I was hoping they would just kill me, and get it over with.
Nurse Joy rolled my limp body back over so I was on my back once again and she said, "I have to change your bandages in a minute, so tell me if I hurt you."
She took off the bandages and smeared ointment all over the flat area between my legs and put clean bandages on, carefully avoiding my catheter, "All done! I have another shot for you." She jabbed me and blissful nothingness enveloped me again.
This went on for days until one day I awoke to HER voice, "Oh, pervert you are such a good patient! I am going to do something quite special to you. You will be my masterpiece!"
I blacked out to her maniacal laughter.
I awoke to being strapped down to the bed, the usual pain, from surgery, having three IV’s in my arms, and Nurse Joy having to feed me.
After a week of recuperation she said, "Time for you to start walking and going to the toilet yourself. Swing your legs around and I’ll help you to your feet and we can drag your IV’s along with us."
I did as she asked because she was always so nice and very gentle with me.
When I finally attained a vertical attitude, I couldn’t believe my eyes! Nurse Joy was taller than me! I staggered and grabbed the bed to keep from falling.
"Yes, I know. I don’t know how she did it, but yes you are only five feet tall now, ten inches shorter than when you came in," she confirmed, "Come on, we have to get you to the ‘John’, your catheter has been out for a while, and we don’t want you to have an accident." She half carried me to the bathroom, and sat me down on the toilet.
"Just relax, if you do something, fine. If not, I’ll take you back to bed in a few minutes," she told me.
‘Oh God,’ I thought, as I heard the tinkling sound of a girl peeing and knew that it would be what I heard for the rest of my days.
Nurse Joy told me how to wipe, and gave me a big hug, "You did very well, that wasn’t so bad was it?"
Tears began pouring down my face, I... I just couldn’t help it.
She held me for a while, and then helped me back to bed, where I received another injection, which made me go out like a light.
"My little pervert, you are getting closer, and closer, to being cured, soon now soon," she sounded like she was drooling over a cake, about to come out of the oven.
I came to, with my head bandaged, and three different IV’s plugged into me. If I knew which one had the painkiller in it, and which ones were there just to alter me, I would rip them out of my arm, but I knew that the pain would only make me pass out and I would awaken with the tubes attached once again. I also suspect that, SHE was giving me drugs, to make me more agreeable. And though I was loathed to admit it, not testicles to produce testosterone, left me quite a bit more docile.
Nurse Joy was helping me and caring for me, so sympathetically that I thanked God for her, even though she was a prisoner herself, she did everything she could, to make me more comfortable in my drugged stupor.
I hadn’t been out of bed to the toilet in many time periods, since I was still catheterized and bed paned, etc.
The ‘day’ finally came, when she asked, "Have you looked to see what things look like in your crotch now?"
I shook my head. Nothing there is, nothing there!
"Well, I need to check and make sure you don’t have an infection and remove your catheter. So if you would like, I’ll raise the head of your bed, and get a mirror, so you can see too, okay?" she asked.
I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so I nodded.
When she came back, she spread my legs, and I felt the very strange feeling of the tube being pulled out of me, she looked closer and carefully, while saying, "I have to touch you down here, so don’t jump." I felt her fingers touch me, and then I had the weirdest sensation, she spread me, down there!
My eyes flew open in surprise.
She must have seen because she giggled, "By the look on your face, at least the little I can see of it, you expected that SHE had just castrated you, didn’t you?"
"She is much more diabolical than that," she touched me and the room lights seemed to flicker as lightning coursed through me, "she gave you a fully functioning vagina, uterus, and all the rest!"
‘Oh my God,’ I thought, ‘I’m not a eunuch, I’m a girl?’
"Looks like it works good too," she giggled and started to diddle the shit out of me.
I arched my back, and gripped the sheets as my eyes rolled up into my head. She had me thrashing around in total ecstasy, until I felt her licked my cunt! A bomb went off in my head as I orgasmed, listening to her giggle, and she sent me into my next orgasm.
A half hour later she changed the sheets on my bed and I caught hold of her and kissed her to thank her for what she had so unselfishly done.
She hugged me and said, "You’re welcome, and welcome to womanhood."
I kissed her, through the bandages on my face, and she responded by attempting to lick my tonsils while I lay there in the afterglow.
Later that ah... time period, you see there were no windows or clocks and drugged up like I was all the time I had no Idea if it was day or night, she gave me a shot that rendered me unconscious once again.
"Oh pervert, one more session after this one!" SHE whispered into my ear.
‘What now?’ I thought as I came around and felt Nurse Joy holding my hand.
I could feel that the bandages had been removed from my face, but I could also feel bandages and soreness centered on my chest area.
‘No, she wouldn’t,’ I thought.
I tried to let go of nurse Joy, but she wouldn’t let me, "No, don’t touch them yet. Wait until they have had time to heal."
I tried to sit up, but couldn’t.
Nurse Joy said, "Lie flat for a while, you shouldn’t put all of that weight on your stitches, quite yet."
I was crying again instantly, while Nurse Joy did her best to comfort me, "Maybe they’ll be smaller when the swelling goes down?"
Still unable to speak I just stared at the huge mound of blankets obstructing my view of everything toward my toes. I looked at Nurse Joy and back at my chest, then back to her, to see if she would tell me more.
"I don’t know how big your new breasts are, I’ve never seen any that big before," she told me, and held my hand to reassure me.
A few waking periods later, (I suspect that I was receiving drugs which knocked me out for longer than my normal eight hours) Nurse Joy, removed the bandages from my freakishly large boobs and fitted me with a garment, that seemed to be a cross between brassiere, back brace, and a corset.
Learning to walk all over again, in my new bimbo body, I soon discovered, that I had to lean back and hold my tits up high, so I wouldn’t over balance, and fall on my huge breasts.
As Nurse joy began to get me on my feet, so to speak, she informed me, "You should be able to speak now, the drug SHE gave you, I am told, has worn off. Would you try it for me, please?"
"What should I say? Oh my God!" I squealed in an unbelievably girly tone.
"That was very good!" Nurse Joy hugged me, sort of. My boobs were so big we just bashed our tits together, and almost held our hand on each other’s backs.
"Why is SHE doing this to me?" I wailed.
"I don’t even know why, SHE is doing this, to me," Nurse Joy answered. "Oh, I have a treat for you today. This should make you feel better," she pulled out a package and handed it to me, "Tada."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Open it silly, then you’ll know," she giggled.
I found that she had gotten me a pink nightie.
"No more hospital gown with the back door air conditioning!" she was proud of the gift.
It only made me cry. It was so girly, that it only served to remind me, that I had been turned into a girl.
I became aware that Nurse Joy would not take this, as appreciation, for her gift.
"Don’t you like it?" she pouted.
"I like it, I just am so happy," I lied, and I hoped she would buy it.
"Oh wonderful, I’m so glad you like it, you have six more, just like it in your dresser drawer," she squealed.
I smiled, even though I didn’t feel that happy about it.
"Go ahead and put it on, don’t be shy, I’ve been giving you sponge baths for a long time, remember," she urged me.
Should I take off my bra, or leave it on?" oh dear God, did I just say that?
"Leave it on, or you’ll have crippling back pains, in just a few hours," she announced.
When I disrobed, her gaze took on, a feral appearance, and she came over to me and began stroking my new huge bosom, then slipped the strap off of my, thin feminine arm, and released my gigantic tit.
I was creaming myself, and felt my pussy juice running down both of my legs.
She started sucking on my new, immense nipple, and licking around the huge, puffy, soft areola.
My knees went weak, and I had to sit back down, onto the bed, with Nurse Joy following me down. My nipple was clenched so tightly that it looked like a miniature cock she was sucking.
She unlimbered my other hooter, and turned her attentions to it, while still stroking the other one keeping the nipple tightly clenched.
The new overwhelming sensations, were more than my poor male brain could handle, I began to flop and twitch around on the bed, screaming in my girlish tones, the name of whatever deity, which came to mind, at the time. I finally managed to grab her face, and pull her to me for a tongue-wrestling match.
She slipped her middle finger into my sopping wet cunt and started diddling the shit out of me again. This time I mean it literally, I pooped the bed when I orgasmed, cause I lost all control of my body!
Nurse Joy just covered over my accident, with a pillowcase, and crawled into bed with me anyway, still stroking my tits.
"Don’t worry about your accident, its happened to me before too, but only when I was completely overcome, by an orgasm! Actually, I’m quite flattered that I could make you cum so hard," she kissed my cheek.
"I... I’ve never felt anything like that before, in all of my life! That was unreal! You have to let me return the favor, please Nurse Joy?" I begged.
She looked me in the eyes, as though searching for something, "You... You really want to, don’t you?"
"Oh yes, Nurse Joy, I want to taste that lovely pussy of yours, if you’ll let me," I begged.
"Okay, if you promise to Dove fuck me, at least once," she agreed.
"What’s a Dove fuck?" I asked, my ignorance showing.
"It’s a lesbian thing, it’s when you use your, big, hard nipple like it’s a cock in and on my cunt, to make me orgasm," she pleaded.
"I’ll do my best," I agreed. I began to take her uniform off her and slipped my hand into her pretty bra, to fish out one of her D cup sized boobs, and began sucking on the nipple. I heard her sharp intake of breath when I latched on. As I sucked and licked my brains out, while I slid my hand down into her panties, and began working her clit. I was certainly gratified by the loud moans and cooing. She began humping my hand, and frantically kissing anything near her, then she screamed out a note that would break glass! She came so hard, that all she could do, was shudder for ten minutes, while I took my huge nipple and shoved it into her steaming wet cunt, moving it up and down her slit listening to her incoherent, unconnected babbling, and screaming.
When we finally had enough orgasming, Nurse Joy said, "I think I need a clean uniform, this one is soaked, but it was worth it! You are fantastic!"
"It was wonderful for me too, I really like it, when your toes clench up like that!" she kissed my cheek as I said that.
Nurse Joy, after donning a new uniform, cleaned me up and helped me into my new pink nightie and said, "Why don’t you go check out your other nighties?"
I opened the drawer, and discovered to my chagrin, that she hadn’t meant ‘like it’ with ‘different colors’ she meant ‘exactly like it!’ I checked the drawers below, and found more bra/corset/braces. The bottom drawer was filled to the top with real silk panties. My silk panties! Would the indignities never end?
"Pretty nice huh?" Nurse Joy asked.
"For a sissy..." I shouldn’t have said that.
"Sorry, but that is you, now, as well," she shot back.
"I appreciate the gift Nurse Joy, and I love you, but I’m a man," I told her.
"Tell me that again, after you have your first period, next week?" she asked.
"I’m going to menstruate?" I slumped into the closest chair, the room spinning around me.
"Oh shit," Nurse Joy exclaimed, "I’m sorry, so sorry. I should have broke that little bit of news to you better."
She paused, "Wait a minute... did you say, you love me?"
"Yes, I don’t know if it’s the Florence Nightingale effect, or what, but I have loved, the way you have cared so much for me, during my ordeal," I told her.
"Oh, thank you, I love you too!" she threw her arms around me, and hugged me.
Once again after recuperating for many waking periods, Nurse Joy gave me a shot that caused me to black out.
"What the hell did you do, to Nurse Joy, pervert? She has been swooning around, like a puppy in love, I almost can’t control her, what did you say to her?" SHE asked me.
I was seriously doped up, Sodium Pentathol I think, so I told her the truth, "I told her, that I love her."
"You said what?" SHE screeched.
"I told her, that I love her, and I do," I replied.
"I think he really does love me," it was Nurse Joy’s voice!
"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" SHE said.
"I want you to go away, and never come back!" Nurse Joy’s voice demanded.
"Not before he knows!" SHE exclaimed and ripped off my blindfold.
I was looking up into the face of Nurse Joy, twisted with menace and hate.
Her expression changed instantly, to that of the loving Nurse Joy, "So now he’s seen, so go away, and don’t ever come back!"
Nurse Joy looked down at me and said, "I did it, she’s gone, I never have to become her again!" She hugged me tight, and said, "We’re free darling! I’m so sorry she did these awful things to you. Can you ever forgive me, for not being strong enough, to stop her?"
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Nurse Joy had a split personality! I was trying to reconcile this. I was still a prisoner, so that would have normally been a factor, but I was still shot full of Pentathol, and luckily even doped up as I was, somehow my brain made the leap of logic that Nurse Joy didn’t do this to me, SHE had, so I said, "I forgive you, Nurse Joy."
"Thank you, sweetheart," Nurse Joy told me.
Her face changed again, "Who the hell are you, and what the hell am I doing here?"
Not The End
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