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Sheena 1/4 by Jennifer Lorissa- Leigh (tg)
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The following story was originally uploaded to the Triess
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the title. It was edited for logical consistency and some
minor grammatic fixes and is now presented in the new form with
her gracious permission.
Sheena (Part 1/3) [trans,nc,mf,cons]
by Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh
"I tell you, Arnie, something's going on in there." Jeremy spoke
as he and his friend looked upon the university's Institute for Human
Sexual Studies. "I know Jerry went in there, and never came out."
"Maybe he just quit school and went home to Nebraska, like they
said," Arnie suggested. "What could possibly be in there that would
cause someone to disappear?"
"I don't know. Some kind of foul play's going on... maybe one of
the professors is a serial killer, or something like that. I gotta get
in there. I'm getting to the bottom of this."
"Why don't you call the police if you really think something's
going on in there. It could be dangerous."
Jeremy got out of the car and faced the huge, gothic redstone
building. "I can't afford to arouse suspicion. If I'm not out of there
in thirty minutes, come in for me." He walked away from Arnie, who
watched fearfully as his friend disappeared into the old structure.
It was the dinner hour and the halls were empty. Jeremy had just
begun to snoop around when a beautiful woman in a lab coat approached
him. "Looking for someone?" she asked.
"Uh... yeah. A friend of mine."
"What's his name?"
"Jerry."
The woman led him down a narrow side corridor. "There are a few
students studying in my basement library," she offered. "Maybe he's in
there. Follow me." She walked along the passageway, Jeremy right
behind. Soon, the woman pressed a button on the wall and an elevator
door opened for them.
"I didn't know there was a basement library," Jeremy commented.
"Oh, yes..." the woman assured him.
They descended through what could have been a dozen levels. When
the car finally stopped, the door open to reveal a view of polished
stainless steel and colored lights.
It was a room that Jeremy did not know even existed. Deep
underground, the bright student followed the beautiful scientist, Dr.
Barbara Curri, into a test chamber. Housed here was her own pet
project, one of several that were pushing back the limits of known
science, and its very existence was totally unknown to the university
staff. Only those who were to experience her research themselves ever
learned of her work, and she kept her secret well.
Jeremy was not the first student she had led there. Over the past
three years, twenty young men -- including Jerry -- had willingly
followed her right into her surreal, feminine trap. And like the
others, Jeremy was about to learn firsthand of the secret, incredible
work of Barbara Curri.
"I can't stay too long," Jeremy stated. "I need to find Jerry and
then get back upstairs. Another friend of mine is waiting for me...
we've got tickets to the ball game."
"What's his name?" Barbara asked.
"Arnie Parker. I think he used to be in your physics class...
last year."
He walked up to the machine. It was unlike anything he had ever
seen, with silver metal spheres and chrome piping. More than anything
else, it looked like the kind of device one might see in an old
science fiction movie. It was huge, taking up most of the cavernous
chamber with its conduits and circuitry boxes.
"Amazing," he commented. You built this yourself?"
"Not exactly," Barbara answered. "Let's just say... I acquired
it."
"What's it do?" Jeremy ran his hands along the cold steel surface
of a protruding machinery arm.
"It's an orgasm machine," the voluptuous woman answered.
"You're kidding..."
"No... really. Look..." She walked over to a section of the
elaborate device and pointed toward a flat metal plate on the floor.
"See this? You stand there and put your hands on these..." The woman
in the tight, white suitdress indicated two chrome spheres about three
feet apart, each of which was about the size of a soccer ball. "That
closes a circuit that ties into your nervous system... and the machine
induces the most intense orgasm you've ever felt."
"Have you tried it?" Jeremy asked, his curiosity about the device
growing. "I mean... exactly how does it..."
"Oh, yes..." she admitted, smiling. "It was... incredible."
"How do I... I mean, if I wanted to..."
"With its sensitive magnetic fields, it only works if you're
naked... you're welcome to give it a whirl, if you don't mind
stripping in front of me."
"I never thought, when I enrolled in this school, that I'd have
to..."
"If you want to try it, I'd appreciate it, to be frank. It would
help me with my research to have a willing subject. It's up to you..."
Jeremy thought about it. He was too intrigued to walk away, and
he just had to find out what the machine could do for him. "Okay..."
he began. "I'll give it a try."
As Barbara took position at a control pedestal in the next room,
Jeremy quickly removed his clothes and stood next to the platform in
his underwear. "Ready," he said.
"Naked means naked, Jeremy," Barbara spoke into a microphone,
watching him through a heavy glass window that separated the two
rooms. "The underwear has to go, too." After a moment's hesitation,
Jeremy pulled off his briefs and tossed them to one side. He stood
before Barbara totally unclothed.
"Okay..." he said, trying to conceal his erection.
The woman's eyes were drawn down to the boy's engorged organ.
"Oh, my... you're a healthy boy, aren't you? I'm flattered, honey,"
she commented. "Maybe after we're done. There is a bed in one of the
other rooms, and you look as if you could satisfy a lady. But,
business before pleasure. Stand on the plate, feet wide apart," she
directed.
Jeremy grew harder at the thought of actually having sex with his
gorgeous instructor, and his mind was already in bed with her as he
took position on the machine. Barbara touched a series of glowplates
that ignited with purple light as her fingertips lightly pressed
against them. A whine filled the room, a sound that sang of great
power contained.
Jeremy felt a vibration beneath his feet. The plate upon which he
stood became pleasantly warm.
"Press your palms against the tops of the spheres," Barbara
instructed him. "Relax... and enjoy. You can stop at any time, simply
by removing your hands from the spheres."
Jeremy nodded his understanding. Barbara touched a large glowing
plate and manipulated it gently. Jeremy felt a warm sensation begin to
swell in his lower abdomen. It was quite pleasant and quickly grew.
The feeling was wonderful, and it intensified with each passing
second.
Barbara could see by Jeremy's expression that he was already deep
into the pleasures of the machine. Without superhuman willpower, he
would be unable to let go of the spheres until his experience was
over. She spoke.
"Do you feel it? An electric sensation that rides your nervous
system and draws out every ounce of pleasure you can stand...?" she
asked, smiling. Jeremy could only smile, eyes closed, and manage a
slight nod. "There is one aspect of the machine I haven't told you
about yet, though..." She watched him. His eyes remained closed.
"This machine was developed by a great technology far beyond
ours," Barbara began. "I'm afraid that I didn't tell you the whole
truth about its capabilities. The pleasure you're feeling will build
rapidly into an intense orgasm, it's true... but the orgasm is merely
a side benefit of the machine's real purpose." Jeremy opened his eyes
and looked at her, the pleasure still ruling his face.
Barbara touched another glowplate. Jeremy felt an inner wave of
intensity fill him anew, one that climbed into his arms and legs. It
felt incredible. Oddly, his erection immediately diminished into the
soft, flaccid penis he had walked in with.
Barbara continued. "The machine produces an alteration in the
subject's genetic matrix," she stated. "You're about to undergo some
wondrous changes. Your sexual appetite is about to increase a
hundred-fold. You'll be a better lover than you could ever have
imagined. Sex, for you, will never be the same again... from now on,
it will be unlike anything you've ever felt."
Jeremy barely heard her words above the pleasure that filled him.
Barbara watched as his breathing rhythm matched the pulsing hum of the
machine. He had been fully drawn into its powerful grip.
"You see, Jeremy," she began, "This is a gender modification
unit. Those who built this wonderful machine use such a device for the
total expression of their sexual selves. They live half their lives as
one gender, then change their sex and live the rest of their
existences in an exciting new body... they experience life and enjoy
intercourse from both perspectives, both male and female. Think of
it... you'll know every facet of human sexual existence. In just
moments... you'll be a beautiful woman."
Jeremy managed to look over at the scientist, his eyes
questioning and confused. But the glorious feeling that electrified
him was too intense, too incredible for him to let go -- for any
reason. His eyes closed once more, and his head hung back slightly in
ecstasy.
"You're so lucky," Barbara continued. "Already, it's beginning.
Look down at yourself."
Jeremy managed to gather his wits enough to open his eyes and
glance down at his body. To his surprise his dark growth of body hair
and his hard lines were gone, and as the pleasure he felt rapidly grew
his body changed with equal intensity. In seconds, his muscular form
reshaped itself into a more gentle figure as his hips became broad and
his waist and shoulders narrowed. His rib cage became smaller. He
became soft and -- rounded. In stunned amazement, his eyes widened.
"You can stop at any time... what you've undergone to this point
are just general changes," Barbara stated matter-of-factly. "While you
do look softer, as you are now you could still be considered a male.
You'd be an effeminate one, though -- I imagine that most people would
take you for gay." The woman watched Jeremy, observing his body as it
steadily dropped away from masculinity. "Just remove your hands from
the spheres, and your body will stop changing before your genitals and
secondary sex characteristics have transformed. Keep in mind that any
change that does take place is permanent. The longer you hold on, the
more your body becomes like mine... for good."
Jeremy stared at his changing shape. His intellect, fighting to
get through the waves of intense pleasure that owned him, strained to
pull his hands from the spheres, but his flesh would not respond. His
own carnal desires ruled him -- and they wanted to feel more.
"You'd better let go," Barbara teased. "Much more of this, honey,
and you'll be needing a bra." She looked upon his still-softening
body. "But don't worry... I have one here for you. I just hope its
cups will be big enough..."
He watched as his hands and feet became small and delicate. His
legs became long, smooth, and exquisitely shapely. Pull away now! his
intellect screamed in desperation. Any more and it will be too late --
"You only have a few seconds left to stop," Barbara warned,
smiling. "You're almost to the point of no return... another second or
two, and you'll never pass for a man again." She knew he could not
stop. No one could have. It felt too good --
Jeremy felt a tickle on his shoulder blades and against the backs
of his upper arms. Turning his head slightly to the left, he saw that
his short, brown hair had become a generous, honey blonde mane of
shiny, flowing curls wider than his soft, narrowing shoulders. No
longer confined to the cropped macho cut he had always worn, his hair
had grown so long and full he could feel its ends against his bare
bottom.
And even his bottom had changed, for his once-hard, muscular
buttocks had become not only smooth, full and supple but larger as
well, giving them an unmistakably round, feminine appearance. For
better or for worse, Jeremy would thereafter have to live with a
girl's ass, along with a girl's wide, rounded hips, a girl's shapely
thighs, a girl's narrow shoulders and a girl's tiny waistline.
His entire form had taken on the soft body tone of a female, just
as if he had lived his post-puberty life under the influence of
estrogen and had never known maleness. All of his previous sex
characteristics were gone. His penis had become incredibly tiny. Over
his entire body, his formerly-tanned skin had lightened to a
complexion of china-doll ivory that was flawless and without blemish.
Except for his still-flat chest and lack of a vagina, he was, for
all practical purposes, a girl.
"You may as well hang on, now," Barbara stated. "In fact, I'd
recommend it. You're too far gone. I doubt that a life lived in an
incomplete body would be very rewarding... you'd be little more than a
girl without a vagina. Don't move, and in seconds it'll be over.
You'll be a woman -- but you'll be complete."
Jeremy could not think clearly, as if a strange madness had
destroyed his judgment. Female thought patterns had already invaded
his mind, claiming his id and ego for their own. So I'll be a girl,
his affected mind considered. That's worth this incredible feeling,
after all, girls are people. How different can it be? It might be nice
to live that way. I don't care what sex I am, so long as this feeling
doesn't stop...
Through the haze of intense pleasure that filled him, a small
voice struggled to make itself heard. How could this be happening? his
vanishing intellect cried out silently -- it's too late, too late...
Barbara watched with wide, mesmerized eyes as the boy's body
transformed before her. Though she had seen the process happen twenty
times before, the incredible sight still held her transfixed.
The orgasmic fire suddenly built by leaps and bounds. Jeremy
looked down in time to see a defining change take place, one that
would forever change the way the world treated him. With a dramatic
suddenness, his body crossed the impassable, intangible boundary
between male and female.
He watched in silent horror. With each passing second, his
breasts became larger and larger, as did his nipples and areolas. His
cleavage grew deeper and ever more voluptuous as the steadily
increasing weight of his mammaries pulled harder and more fully
against his chest.
Let go! his male ego screamed silently. Let go of the damned
machine! He could not. It felt too wondrous...
Guided by a mysterious signal from the silver-chromed apparatus,
Jeremy's flat, male breasts awoke from their vestigial, slumbering
existence. No longer dormant, his mammaries gladly responded to the
machine as they seized an opportunity so unfairly refused them during
Jeremy's male puberty a few years before.
As Barbara watched, her heart pounding with excitement, the boy's
long-denied bustline joyfully overflowed the meager boundaries of its
previous, repressive limitations. Consummating the full functionality
dictated by their buried genetic potential, his breasts reached a size
that was thoroughly female and generous, without being "too much of a
good thing."
His round areolas became wide and dark. His nipples grew hard.
Jeremy acquired, in less than ten seconds, a bustline that would
have taken years to bloom in a normal girl. Like prisoners finally
freed from harsh captivity, his breasts had taken full advantage of
their opportunity for freedom.
Jeremy stared in stunned fascination at his chest as it finally
stopped growing and happily settled into its new, fulfilled, female
condition. Despite the fact that they more closely resembled flotation
devices, Jeremy knew that his new breasts were anchors that would tie
him forever to the womanhood that was claiming him.
"Please..." he managed to plead in a tiny, barely audible voice.
"Oh, my, honey," Barbara said breathlessly and with great
admiration. Even she was a bit surprised at his healthy bustline.
"You'll be needing that bra, won't you? Who could have guessed that
your DNA was hiding the pattern for such a lovely lady? And to think,
this is the girl you would have been. See there? Your male body was
such a waste, next to this one. Aren't you glad? We might never have
known."
Something alien and new within Jeremy's mind liked the fact that
he would henceforth live each day with such beautiful breasts, breasts
full and ready for their new role... and Jeremy fought the urge to
enjoy any part of his new form. No, damn it! I'm a man! I have a
girlfriend -- we're going to be married someday! There's a way to
reverse this -- there has to be!
His male ego, slipping slowly away, did not go down without a
fight. But slowly, unstoppably, it did go down.
Jeremy could only stare at his soft, supple addition. The
prominent mounds of feminine flesh gracing his figure were youthfully
firm and protruded roundly from his chest without lying against it.
They jutted proudly outward, and everywhere he went, from that day
forward, they would declare his newly-acquired gender with their
undeniable presence.
Not even Barbara knew all the secrets the machine held. She had
no idea that this body shape, looks and health would remain even into
extreme old age. These wonderful breasts would never sag or stretch,
and the nipples would always look virginal; the body would never
retain weight, even through the rigors of childbearing, birth, and
nursing, and would never need exercise to remain strong and supple.
The face would never show "crow's feet." Jeremy would never look older
than his early twenties, no matter how long he lived. Almost all human
diseases had been banished from his life, from colds to cancer. Major
accidents and wounds would heal without a scar or blemish. His even,
white teeth would never decay and were almost unbreakable. He would
live a long, healthy, beautiful lifetime, and could die only by an
accident which killed him instantly, or in his sleep in old age. These
changes were programmed into dominant genes, and would be there for
any children he bore, as well.
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