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Sheena 2/4 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 2/3) [trans,nc,mf,cons]
by Jennifer Lorissa-Leigh
The physical pleasure within Jeremy began to diminish, indicating
to him that his fantastic transformation was ending. A small monitor
screen to one side lit up, declaring in glowing green letters:
PROCEDURE COMPLETED. ANALYZING STATUS OF SUBJECT:
A light from above struck Jeremy. He felt a tingle course
throughout his body as an electronic whine filled his ears. After a
minute, the light and droning hum stopped and new, incredible words
appeared:
SUBJECT'S HEIGHT AND WEIGHT ARE NORMAL FOR A HUMAN ADULT FEMALE.
HEIGHT, 5'7''. WEIGHT, 116 POUNDS.
That's -- that's six inches shorter and almost sixty pounds
lighter than I was before --
"Very good, honey," Barbara said over the microphone. "You've got
a great figure."
SUBJECT'S SECONDARY SEXUAL CHARACTERISTICS ARE FULLY FEMALE.
SUBJECT'S FACIAL FEATURES AND BODY SHAPE WILL BE EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE
TO MALES.
No kidding -- !
DOUBLE X CHROMOSOME IS IN PLACE THROUGHOUT 100% OF SUBJECT'S GENETIC
STRUCTURE.
His mind still clouded, Jeremy tried to remember his biology
basics. Genetically, XY meant male, and XX meant --
"It's a girl!" Barbara shouted triumphantly.
SUBJECT HAS ACQUIRED HUMAN FEMALE BLOOD CHEMISTRY.
SUBJECT'S ESTROGEN AND PROGESTERONE LEVELS HAVE BEEN RAISED TO THOSE
OF A HEALTHY NINETEEN YEAR OLD GIRL.
Female hormones? Estrogen? That means --
PRODUCTION OF FEMALE HORMONES BY SUBJECT'S ENDOCRINE SYSTEM IS
CONTINUING AND HAS STABILIZED AT PROPER ADULT LEVELS.
SUBJECT'S THOUGHT PATTERNS AND BRAIN CHEMISTRY ARE NOW FEMALE.
Barbara enjoyed the words. "You've got a woman's mind now,
Jeremy. You'll feel a woman's emotions, and know a woman's needs.
Quickly... picture yourself in bed having sex. Who are you with?"
An image flashed into Jeremy's mind. He was atop a sex partner,
passionately making love with --
-- a man.
It's true, he realized, astonished. I've got a woman's mind! Is
that why something inside me likes having these --
SUBJECT'S MAMMARY GLANDS AND MILK DUCTS ARE FULLY DEVELOPED AND ARE
WITHIN HEALTHY FEMALE PARAMETERS.
Milk? I can make milk -- ?
PROPER HORMONAL STIMULATION WILL RESULT IN LACTATION.
These breasts -- can nurse a baby -- !
MENSTRUATION WILL BEGIN IN SUBJECT IN 21.7 DAYS.
"I'll teach you how to handle having your period," Barbara said.
"You'll get used to it in no time."
That had not occurred to him before. As a woman, he would
naturally live a woman's sexual reproductive role. Jeremy felt anger
at the thought of the monthly trial. Damn it -- NO! I can't have a
monthly period! That would mean that down inside me are --
SUBJECT'S UTERUS AND OVARIES ARE HEALTHY AND ARE FUNCTIONING WITHIN
HUMAN FEMALE NORMS.
OVULATION WILL BEGIN IN SUBJECT IN 14.3 DAYS.
He stared at the impossible words. Jeremy blinked twice, fixed
upon the word 'ovulation.' I can get pregnant! Pregnant --
CONFIGURATION OF SUBJECT'S CLITORIS AND ALL ORGASMIC NEURAL PATHWAYS
ARE WITHIN HUMAN FEMALE NORMS.
SUBJECT'S VAGINA IS OF NORMAL HUMAN CONFIGURATION.
VAGINAL PENETRATION BY AN ERECT PENIS FOLLOWED BY THE SUBSEQUENT
EJACULATION OF SEMEN WILL RESULT IN SUBJECT BECOMING PREGNANT.
If it thinks I'm going to let a man fuck me -- !
SUBJECT WILL EXPERIENCE INTENSE FEMALE ORGASM.
I -- I wonder what that feels like -- ?
"Honey," Barbara said, smiling, "sex has just become more
wonderful for you than any man could possibly imagine. Believe me...
you're going to want to spend the rest of your life on your back with
your legs spread wide."
Jeremy's mind raced, confused by the flood of new feelings. After
a few seconds, the verdict he already knew would come filled the
screen:
CONCLUSION:
GENDER METAMORPHOSIS PROCEDURE SUCCESSFUL.
SUBJECT IS NOW A WOMAN, AGE NINETEEN.
Jeremy shut his eyes, struggling to absorb what he had read on
the screen. His legs weakened, forcing him to support himself by
leaning more heavily upon the warm, chrome spheres. Overwhelmed, he
kept his eyes tightly closed as tears of emotional confusion welled up
within them. Momentarily, a new message appeared, one Jeremy did not
see:
ENTER DESIRED EMOTIONAL MOTIVATION MATRIX.
Barbara touched a sequence of glowplates. Jeremy felt an odd
sensation in his head, one that lasted mere seconds. His eyes remained
closed as he strove to comprehend what had happened to him. Another
question appeared on the screen:
SUBJECT'S EMOTIONAL DRIVES CHANGING. PROCESS WILL TAKE FOUR MINUTES.
DO YOU WISH TO INITIATE CONSUMMATION PHASE?
"Oh, yes," Barbara whispered to herself, nodding. The beautiful
scientist in the control booth smiled as she punched in her answer.
ENTER DESIRED AROUSAL LEVEL.
CAUTION: SEX DRIVE OF SUBJECT WILL REMAIN AT CHOSEN LIBIDO INTENSITY
FOR THE DURATION OF SUBJECT'S REPRODUCTIVE LIFETIME.
With that, Barbara gave the machine its final command, and with
great satisfaction she sat back to watch Jeremy take his last step
into total womanhood.
"My dear," she began, "you're going to be a very horny young
lady."
Jeremy had never removed his hands from the spheres. The pleasure
again built inside him, faster than before. The boy's breathing grew
sharper and deeper as the orgasmic swell within him fully ignited.
Beyond his bust, down at knee level, a panel opened and Jeremy could
see some kind of mechanical arm extending toward his crotch. Watching
through the aperture of his sweat-glossed cleavage, he stared in
confused disbelief as an odd yet recognizable appendage sprang from
the tip of the arm and moved toward him.
It was an artificial phallus, hard and determined. And large. And
it was moving insistently closer and upward, toward the sexual flesh
between his legs. He could see the sheen of a lubricating gel upon its
artificially-veined length. His diminished male reason wanted to make
his hands let go and pull away, but the pleasure was simply too
wondrous and the impulse to bail out was nullified by an overriding
desire to experience female sex. He was addicted to the lustful
desire, as if to a drug.
"Just relax, honey," Barbara said. "You're about to experience
one of the glories of being a young lady."
Jeremy knew his body had become soft and rounded. He knew he no
longer resembled anything that could, by any stretch of the
imagination, be considered male. For reasons he did not understand,
the thought that he was about to be penetrated as a woman had become
intoxicating, even erotic. He would not let go -- fully committed, he
had to feel the peak of the female orgasmic fire that had been
building so luxuriously within him.
Jeremy felt an odd sensation between his thighs, one that invaded
his ecstasy and made itself known. It was something he had never felt
before, but he found himself instinctively spreading his thighs apart
in order to accommodate the intrusion into his soft, new flesh.
Jeremy's mind instantly found a sexual fantasy that served to
personalize and intensify the experience, and its forbidden mental
imagery began to place him somewhere he suddenly longed to be.
The machine phallus penetrated him. The irresistible energy of
the machine had given him that exclusively female orifice that would
for the rest of his life define his very being, and Jeremy ached to
feel it totally filled by its male counterpart. The warm,
rubber-covered metal phallus pushed deep into Jeremy's vagina until
its entire ten inches disappeared from sight. It stimulated his new
clitoris with a precisely-attuned stimulatory force, one dedicated to
the ignition of the female orgasm. With mechanical precision, the
phallus pumped over and over like a piston into the hot, wet female
flesh around it, mimicking the sexual motion of a male lover.
Artificial testicles slapped into the delicate flesh just beneath
Jeremy's pussy, and he began to push back in rhythm, meeting each
thrust with a matching pivot of his curvaceous female hips.
Involuntary moans of erotic lust escaped his full lips, filling the
chamber with the sounds of impassioned lovemaking.
"That's right, sweetheart," Barbara said. "It feels so right...
so natural, doesn't it? It's coming naturally to you now... this is
sex, not that sorry excuse for fucking you knew before. Yes... that's
it... pump it with your hot pussy... feel the cock inside you..."
A dew of sweat had covered Jeremy's smooth skin, giving his body
an erotic sheen. He closed his eyes, and was transported to another
place, another time, in another body. A fantasy filled him.
A woman's fantasy.
His orgasm swelled. The metal cock pumped faster. Jeremy's
intellect found itself along merely for the ride as his body took
total control, overriding what little was left of his male ego.
"Hurry... before someone comes in..." Jeremy spoke breathlessly,
to a lover unseen by Barbara. "It's so exciting... doing it here where
someone could see us..." In his mind, he was a woman being fucked from
behind by the garage mechanic who had tuned-up Jeremy's car the day
before. "Ohhhh... yes..." He saw himself leaning over the hot engine,
beneath the raised hood of a car, his body impaled upon the hard,
rhythmically-pumping penis of the mechanic. He had become one of the
girls in the garage's wall calendar, all oiled and voluptuous and
ready...
His body ruled him. And his body was, quite intensely, female.
Pressing his hips hard into each thrust of the phallus, Jeremy
cried out like a woman in heat. His silenced mind was shocked at the
sound of the words that exploded from his lips. "Ohhhhh... yes! Yes!
That's it... ohhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Harder... ! Fuck me
harder! Ohhhhhhh... !"
Jeremy writhed upon the pumping cock, rolling his hips
frantically in order to take the phallus into his pussy as deeply as
possible. His curvaceous, sweat-slicked body glistened in the lights
of the chamber. The cock kept throwing a minuscule, precisely-attuned
electric current into both Jeremy's clitoris and his internal G-spot,
stimulating his sexual nerves to their maximum tolerance level.
Barbara, watching intently from the control room, felt herself
growing aroused and wet. The other boys she had transformed into young
women had all immediately loved their voluptuous female bodies, but
none had so passionately embraced his new sexuality. Jeremy had
yielded utterly and had lost himself in his womanhood, craving the
primal sensation of having a cock inside him. He had become a woman
with an intense need for sex.
"That's my girl," Barbara smiled, watching the young woman ride
the stiff penis as hard as she could. "I think you're going to be the
prize of the lot."
"Fuck me the way you fuck your wife!" Jeremy's sultry voice cried
out with the desperation of total lust. In his mind, the man's wife
was in the garage's office, just beyond a closed door. She could walk
out at any second and catch the lovers in mid- fuck...
"Pump my pussy... make me come the way she does! Make me..."
Jeremy cried out a woman's scream of passion as he climaxed.
The nineteen-year-old boy felt his first female orgasm. Its
intensity overtook him. His teeth clenched hard as a burning glory
within him ignited his every nerve in a manner unlike anything he had
ever imagined. His brain knew only his clitoris, for all his other
senses had been overridden and had shut down. He came, flooding the
mechanical arm with steaming lubricating fluids that his body had
never produced before. The vaginal juices ran down his thighs and
streamed along the machine's invading appendage. They dripped onto the
metal plate beneath him. A scent of warm strawberries filled the room.
The intensity of the orgasm subsided, and the robot phallus
finally stopped, pulled out and disappeared into the complex machinery
of the device. Jeremy became aware of his surroundings once again. His
wobbly legs strained to hold his weight, their muscles worn out from
the extreme, electric sex that had ruled him. He continued to breathe
hard. The humming of the machine stopped as the device shut down.
The orgasm was glorious. His male ego all but gone, his mind
embraced the thought of more sex in this wondrous, new body. He wanted
more. He wanted to feel it again and again -- and he would, as the
woman he had become.
Jeremy found himself finally able to pull his shaking hands away
from the spheres. Barbara walked from the control area into the
chamber. She smiled victoriously at the woman she had made.
"My, honey, that was quite a show," she said, indicating the
dripping wetness between Jeremy's legs. "I'd ask if you enjoyed it,
but that you did was quite obvious. You were fantasizing that someone
in particular was fucking you... who?"
Jeremy nodded.
"Who was he?" Barbara asked, curious, knowing that Jeremy's
fantasy lover had been a man.
"A mechanic..." Jeremy found himself confessing. "And he was
fucking me in his garage... I was wearing a tight red dress, without
panties, and I was leaning over my car with my legs spread as wide as
I could spread them, with my skirt pulled up over my back, and he was
behind me..."
"My, my. He must have been quite a hunk."
"I'm so confused... I... I don't know why I said all those things
during it... I got carried away..."
"A girl in love'll say all kinds of things."
Jeremy looked down at his jiggling bustline. His upper arm pushed
his supple right breast aside as he slowly reached down and put a hand
to his crotch. His fingers found an alien wetness between his legs,
one which soaked a delicate, foreign configuration of soft folds and
sparse pubic hair. His fingers slipped into an opening, one still
stretched slightly open by the size of the intruder it had just known.
He knew his new flesh all too well. He had felt it before. On his
girlfriend.
Jeremy stumbled back away from the machine. His mind suddenly
cleared and reason returned as if a drunkenness had worn off. The
impact of what had happened to him began to soak in. "I'm... I really
am... a girl..." he managed to utter, his words ringing strangely in
his ears. Barbara enjoyed his soft, feminine voice.
"Totally, sweetheart," Barbara confirmed. "Down to every last
cell of your soft, sexy, one hundred sixteen pound, five foot, seven
inch body."
"For how long?!"
"Weren't you listening, honey? This is permanent... like me,
you're a total woman, now... you were just born one." Barbara was
lying, of course, since the machine had been designed to transform
both sexes, but she was waiting for the programmed motivational
changes to take hold.
"I... I couldn't let go..." Jeremy shakily said, caressing his
breast. "It felt too good... I just couldn't..."
"I know," Barbara replied, waiting for the final phase of his
transformation to complete itself. "It's all right. You're... just
perfect."
He cradled his breasts, amazed at the way his supple flesh
overfilled his soft, dainty hands. He found himself loving the
indescribable softness of his skin, and he could not get enough of the
feeling of having mammaries with his own hands against them.
Supporting their weight in his palms was exciting. He found himself
longing to feel the lips of a suckling infant against his nipples.
He staggered back from the floorplate on unsteady legs. The sheen
of sweat on his velvet skin caught the light of the lab, creating a
seductive gloss that emphasized every last curve of his voluptuous,
newly rounded form. Barbara gestured toward the wall. "The change did
you good. It's a definite improvement. Take a look... I think you'll
like what you see."
Jeremy looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a mirror.
He moved fearfully toward it, knowing for the first time the sensation
of having bouncing breasts pulling against his chest with each step.
His center of gravity was different, and he momentarily felt awkward
as he cautiously walked across the cool, linoleum floor. He reached
the mirror and stared dream-like at his reflection.
The image of a gorgeous woman greeted his disbelieving eyes. From
her incredibly long, cascading blonde curls to her warmly perfect
breasts and fluid curves, she was more beautiful than any woman Jeremy
had ever seen. Every proportion of her figure was in harmony with
every other portion. It was a perfection of form even a top model
would envy. Her soft skin, over her entire body, was of a flawless
purity he had never seen before.
The woman's face radiated a lovely, gentle light that could never
have come from the male face Jeremy had owned only moments before. Her
crystal eyes sparkled with deep, feminine sensuality, and were
caressed above and below by long, dark lashes. Her full, supple lips,
smooth and moist, cried out to be kissed by a powerful man. Jeremy put
a hand to his face, just to insure that the goddess in the mirror
indeed did the same. The perfect, velvet skin his fingertips found
there was wondrous.
He had become not merely a woman, but pure femininity
personified.
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