I am Spaniard, and the English is not my native language. Because of that, you may found a number of mistakes or strange expressions. I also use the spanish way for dialogs and paragraphs, since I am not sure how the english is. I apologise for that, and I hope you could understand what I write and enjoy the reading.
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It's been so long since I had an orgasm that I am not sure about what it feels. I know I will never have another one in my life, but I don't care anymore. I've learn to live the way I am, and enjoy every moment of sex. Yes, I have sex, and I love it. The fact that I am unable of cum does not make it worse.
I was born as a male about 30 years ago, I think. All this period of my life is confusing. The way I look like does not matter anymore, since I was altered to match the desires of my owner when he bought me more than 24 months ago. I was a loner. No family, almost no friends, and a boring job where I am sure than nobody miss me.
All began one day on october 2006, when I apply for a new job. It was supossed to be similar to my own, as accountant for one small office of a fairly large company. The pay was much better than mine. It was supossed I would have to travel to an african country for at least one year, but I saw that simply as an oportunity to see new places.
After some test, there were only five candidates left, including me. All male. I didn't know them. None. It's been only two years, but I have serious troubles to remember their former faces and bodies. Now, those four people are my best friends. In fact, my only friends, apart from their husbands/boyfriends. The men who bought us. We can not see them as "owners" anymore, since we deeply love them now.
The last test after a personal interview was suppossed to be a medical examination. If we were healthy, we will sign our contracts. I was first in the waiting lounge, and I could hear them what the "doctors" were speaking in the next room. It was something so extrange that I can not believe my ears.
--Then, it's decided. According to the requeriments, the first one will be turned into a blonde woman, no older than 25. She will have big fake tits...¡oh! She also be neutered.
--Ok --said another voice-- What do we have for the second one?
--He will be a brunette girl, 23 years old. She will have small natural breast and she will retain his current sexual capacity.
--In fact, he is the luckier of all five... --laughed the first voice.
I stepped away. They continued talking, but I did not want to risk so much and I did not hear anything else . It was possible that everything would be a trick. Another psychological test. Perhaps they wanted us to became nervous.
My mind started to think. I obviously didn't believe a word of what they were saying. In any other case, I would have run away of the building and never came back. When they finally invited the five of us to enter the medical room, I manage to enter in second place. Just in case. By the way... What "neutered" means?
The examination room was big. There were four physicians inside, all male, all in their middle ages. Like most doctors do, they did not mind our presence at all. Finally, one of them approached us. He had five glasses. He gave me one.
--Welcome to your final test --he said, when we all had our beverage--. Please drink that solution. It is an inocuous isotope we need to see how your digestive system works.
We all did as we were told. The flavour was strange. A bit like strawberries, but unmistakably medicine.
And so we were, the fifth of us. Looking at each other, in a perfect line. No one dare to speak. The minutes slowly passed. I felt nothing different on me.
After five minutes, another physician spoke:
--Welcome all to your transformation place. The life as you knew it is over right here, right now.
I felt nothing. No preocupation, no need to escape. I was just there, on my feet, listening.
--We are a powerful company --continued the same man--, but not like anything you could have known in your life. This building has been rented only for this "personal selection". Tomorrow it will be empty. No one will be able to track you... If anybody cares at all about you.
The things were getting worse and worse. Would they kill us? Did what I heard had any chance of reality? I was thinking that... but I really did not matter at all. My life? Just a curiosity.
--You all have been selected --said the one who seemed to be on charge-- because you are loners. No family, no friends, no social interaction at work... This is good for two reasons: first, we don't want anyone asking questions. Second, we prefer not to disrupt families. We do not like tears, even if now you think otherwise. All of you will be happy in your new life. I assure you, and we don't want you to leave someone crying behind.
That is better. If we are going to have a life, they were not going to kill us, were they? After all... they do not seem to be that bad. The do not like tears. That is good.
--Now, please --said the first man--, undress and stay still. Yes, all clothes. Including underwear.
We all did as we were told. No embarrasing. Something on that drink made us behave as puppets, with no will at all. --Let me explain you what is going to happen now --a third man spoke, older than the others. He walked in front of us as an officer in front of his soldiers--. You will be change... to meet the requeriments of our customers. Your physical appearance will be altered and will became more... female. Some of you will became eunuchs. The luckiest of you may retain some orgasmic capacity, even erections. How we decide that? It's just luck. The order you crossed that door have decided your fate.
I felt that I cheated... but I don't care. If I was to be less transformed than one stranger, let there be.
--For instance --said the old man--, number one... came here.
The guy who was in my place walked without hesitation towards the doctor.
--You will become a 25 years old woman, called Dalia. You will be given a big pair of breasts. They will look like fake, as our customer required. You will always wear you hair dyed on blonde colors. We will remove every single follicule behind your eyes, including the eyebrows. You will have them tattoed in a narrow fashion. We will improve your lips, since they have to be bigger... but it will be a moderate augmentation, so they'll look natural... Ah! We will remove your testicles, but we will leave you penis intact... except for its sensibility... which will be drop to zero. Don't worry... You will love sex, even deprived of orgasms. Now, go to the door number one.
The man obeyed. That was the first time I realized there were six doors in front of us, in the opposite side of the lounge. Somebody opened the door. That was the last time I saw him. At least as "him". Who could tell that day that Dalia will became my best friend.
--Now you --said, pointing at me--, approach.
I did as I was told, docile.
--You will suffer less modifications than any of your partners. You will became a slim 24 years old girl. Your name from now on is Laura. You will have to curl your hair black and dyed it black. You will have very small breasts, but you will have implants into your buttocks. You will be a fat bottom girl, as required. You will have few follicules left, but you will have to wax your legs and armpits from time to time, like all women do. You will have to style your eyebrows in a thin fashion, only one hair wide. However, we will not touch your reproductive system. You will have your balls intact. Congratulations. Please go to room two.
I obeyed. Did I have any other choice? My feet seemed to walk on their own.
Sortly beforer I enter I heard the fate of the third "candidate":
--You will become a natural blonde with long hair. We will give you big natural tits, so expected them to be very saggy. Your skin will be pale. You will be castrated, but you will have full sensitivity in your penis...
I entered the room. There were two female doctors inside. They closed the door and I heard nothing more about my fellows-in-desgrace.
--Please lay down in that bed.
After I did so, they put a vial into my arm. Then, the door re-opened.
--Wait a minute --said one of the doctors who were outside--. There have been a last-hour modification. This one must be also castrated and deprived of all sensation in the genital area. She has to be as femenine as possible, in spite of her very small breasts.
Oh. My trick didn't work. Lady Luck finally defeated me. I didn't want to loose my manhood but... I really did not care. That "something" in the drink...
Sortly after, everything went black.
End of part one
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