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My StoryMy Strange storySylvia WechselPrologue – UnemployedI’m staring for the n-th time at the computer monitor. The browser isopen in the “Work with us” page of Biogen Technologies, a private companywhich describes itself as working in “cutting edge genetic therapydevelopment.”There are a few offers of job positions and most are technical(biologist, biochemist or bioengineer places). I positively do notqualify for these, but at the bottom of the page there is a phrase: “weare a equal-opportunity gender company.” It is clearly directed to thetechnical jobs, but if girls can apply for male job, why shouldn’t I beable to apply for a girl’s job? The one I’m interested in is “executivesecretary.”I have been looking for a job since I dropped out my economic sciencesundergraduate course. I applied to this course for the wrong reasons (Ibelieved it could give me a profitable job in a bank), but soon Irealized this was not for me, and gave up. I was tired of living at myparent’s expenses so I decided looking for a job.There are lots of jobs which do not require a university diploma, but thetwo years I spent in the economics course made me loose the race. Therewere always younger candidates and they were preferred. I attempted acouple of open calls for the public service, but my mathematics skillswere never too good and two years out of the school made me loose thewill to study, so this was also a no go. Then, desperate, I began lookingfor anything and there is how I ended up in Biogen.The job description seems something I can do. Personal assistant to thecompany’s CEO and good computer and English skills were required. Iconsider myself good in both subjects. I gather my courage and fill theform, sending my resumé.Chapter 1 – New jobSome weeks later I received the e-mail telling me my resumé was selectedfor the new phase of selection. Biogen is in another city, so I gatheredthe few economies left and borrowed some extra money from my parents(swearing this is the last time). I booked a cheap hotel in that city andwent, all hopes on and with nothing more to loose, to participate in thisselection.There were several phases, including two sections of group dynamics and Iam sure I scored well. It helped a lot also the fact that I was the onlyone wearing a suit, all other contestants were female. Then I was calledfor the last step of the process: an interview with my prospective boss.As I was presented to her, I had an involuntary reaction: my dick gothard. The only way I can describe her is as a “stunning blondebombshell.” She looks like coming out of a model catalog and I wouldn’tdoubt if she told me she walked the runway just for fun. It was alsofunny that she looked quite young for such an important job, she lookedapproximately my own age. This was a high tech company, so maybe they allwere young there. It was a good thing that day was raining, so I stillhad my raincoat on, otherwise my hard on could ruin everything.I was brought to a conference room and we sat front to front at thetable. Despite the fact of I was nervous and of the arousal I wasfeeling, we started to chat. Soon we realized we sympathize with eachother . At one point she asked, “It does not bother you to be hired for atypical female job?””Not at all, and now I know you, I’m even looking forward to.”That was bold, I didn’t want to be that informal, she had already caughtme looking at her hands when I was distracted, she wears no ring, neitherwedding nor engagement rings. Her reaction, however, could not be better,she opened a generous and wonderful smile, typed a number in the phonethat was over the table and I heard her saying, “Christine, tell the HRto stop with the selection, the secretary position is already filled.”I couldn’t be happier.Chapter 2 – The new jobThe salary was good, and the company even gave me something extra to helpinstalling in the new city. I rented a small apartment close to thecompany and bought three complete sets of suits and social shoes.The job was easy. I took notes during the board meetings, received andmade calls for my boss, whose name, by the way, is Jennifer, bookedflights and hotels for her business trips and acted as intermediate withthe other directors and with the other members of the company. Ingeneral, this occupied about 10% of my time (some weeks more, some weeksless). Although I found my boss attractive, I always maintained aprofessional distance and never would even dare trying something otherthan professional with her.My colleagues, other secretaries, didn’t sympathize with me though. Itseems that I committed the sacrilege to take a job form another female.The feeling was mutual, soon I discovered they were too prone togossiping. There were other male employees on security, cleaning staffand, of course some of the directors too, but quickly I began hanging outwith the technical people in the cafeteria. I found strange, but theywere all female and all quite young and beautiful. There were all kindsof beauties there, Asian, Afro-brazilian, brunettes, blondes, red haired,they all looked and dressed like fashion models (naturally, under the labcoat).I made friendship with Vera. iskenderun escort I first thought she was just a labtechnician, since she looked almost like a teenager to me, but soon Idiscovered my mistake, she was the head of research in the company. OnceI was talking to her during the lunch and I said, “I would love to knowwhat you do behind those closed doors.””Sorry dear, it is classified, but if you promises not to take picture,I could approve a visit to the non-critical areas.”I was really curious and, as I told, we were in one of the weak weeks, myboss was traveling and I had almost nothing to do in my desk, so I said,”If this is possible, I would like it.””It is possible, but you have to sign some forms first, and, of course,get some vaccine shots, we deal with dangerous viruses there.”So we scheduled the first visit to that afternoon. As I returned to mydesk, the forms were already waiting for me. I took a close look at them,they were “Informed consent” forms and, as I started to read, I realizedthey said I was aware there was some danger in visiting those labs. Thewhole form had three pages of tiny writing of an impossible to understandlegal gibberish, so I decided to sign it without reading to the end.In the first visit I received the first vaccine shot in the arm. Veratold me there would be more in the future. I got fascinated with the workthey developed there. I remember the first time I saw the image of a realvirus in the electron microscope. That was beautiful. Then I learned whatI missed in the university, that kind of feeling. Of course, I could notenter all the labs, there was one which could be visited only in thoseHazmat suits, one sees in the television.When my boss returned, she was not particularly pleased with myexcursions, but she didn’t forbid them. So I continued. Each week Ilearned more through my talks to Vera. I was amazed with the wisdom Icould feel in that young girl, if it were not her appearance, I wouldthink I was talking to a 70 year old woman, instead. I learned aboutrecombinant viruses, which could be used to alter someone’s DNA, and, asVera convinced herself I was trustworthy, she confided to me what wasthe company’s big secret. They developed working Nanites, micrometricrobot-like machines which could be used to perform tasks inside the bodyof a patient. Then she asked me if I wouldn’t like to work in the lab.This looked like a dream coming true, not only because of the biology,but also because I would be the only male, surrounded by beautiful womenall day. I didn’t know if my boss would approve, of course. Vera told meshe would take care of that.That afternoon Vera appeared in the office and asked to be received by myboss. Technically, my boss was her superior, but I couldn’t get rid ofthe feeling that it was Vera who was calling the shots. She entered heroffice and closed the door behind her. I couldn’t hear what they werediscussing. They were not arguing, but I realized the conversation wasn’tfriendly either. As the door opened, Vera left with a smile in her faceand my boss called me to her office, as I closed the door she said, “Areyou sure you want to do this?””I love working for you, but I feel my abilities could be better used inthe lab.””I…”It seemed she wanted to tell me something, but she stopped, as shecontinued, she said, “I wish you luck, we only need to wait to find asubstitute for you, then I will let you change to the laboratory.”She looked sad as she said that, I should have imagined and baked offthat plan, but at that time everything looked so innocent.In my next visit to the lab, Vera asked me to sign more forms and to getone more vaccine shot.Three days later, I started feeling ill.Chapter 3 – The illnessIt was a Friday afternoon, when I first felt the symptoms of, what Ibelieved, was a common cold. The symptoms progressed fast, so I asked myboss if I could leave earlier. The job was all done, so she sent me hometo take care of myself.I drove home with difficulty. When I was younger I was stupid enough todrive after drinking, but I never felt so bad as in that occasion. Imanaged to park the car in the garage, took the lift to my apartment,prepared something to eat, swallowed two aspirins and went to bed. I hadno thermometer at home, but I could feel I was burning hot. Perhaps thiswas no cold, but something more dangerous, like Influenza A, for example.Even so, I decided to rest, instead of going to the hospital.Next thing I remember, I woke up at night, it was 11:33 pm, and I had ahigher fever than I had before, I guessed at least 40°C. The illness wasso intense that I was barely in shape to stand up to get some water. Idecided to fill a plastic mineral water bottle I had with drinking water,to leave in the bedside table. Thanks God I did it. All my body ached,but the pain mas more intense in my groin and in my chest. I needed topee and, as I held my penis to direct the urine to the vase, I realizedthe whole area was swollen. Penis, scrotum and testicles were all largerthan normal, the testicles grew to the size of tennis balls. I stillneeded to pee and, doing so, I wet my legs. I examined closer iskenderun escort bayan my penisand discovered that the reason was that the orifice of my urethra was nolonger located at the its tip, but rather that it moved circa 1 cmtowards the lower part of the head.I was still able to think straight, I consider whether I contracted theMumps and not a simple Influenza. I, as almost all c***dren in mygeneration, was immunized against mumps, but there could be some mutatedform of the virus. I was worried because of the implications that mumpshas on adult males, particularly the fertility issues, if I just knew…Still, I was feeling too ill to even think of calling someone for help.My parents lived in my hometown, six hours of drive away, even if theydrove all night, they could be with me only in the morning, and I had nocontact number of my friends in the company. Hospital, at night, was alsono solution. I had my past (bad) experiences with night shifts inhospitals. And at that point I believed I would feel better in themorning.After that I probably entered in a state of delirium. From this time on Iremember only short glimpses of what happened. My temperature rose evenmore and I discovered I was unable to move in the bed. Any attempt causedexcruciating pain in all my body. I remember talking aloud, but I cannotremember what I was talking. I only remember my voice heard funny,alternating between a high pitch and my normal voice, just as happenedduring my puberty, when my voice changed.I felt panic, nobody would look after me and I realized I could even diedue to this illness, which continued hitting me at full strength as thepain got worse.I entered in delirium again, as I regained some sanity, I realized Icould move my arms again. I could not sit, though. Any attempt caused asharp pain, as if my muscles would tear apart. I probed the area with myhand and felt that my pelvic bones had a soft consistency, something likerubber. I touched my genitals and discovered the swelling was gone, but Ifelt that testicles and penis were almost engulfed by the surroundingflesh. My scrotum, which was completely hairless became smooth, felt likea lip. It was divided in two parts, with the central part deeply buriedinside my body. The swelling on the chest, however, continued increasing.I had to pee again, and since I could not move, I decided to wet the bed.As the urine jet left my body, I felt my butt getting wet. When I touchedmy penis to discover why, I learned that the orifice of my urethra wasnow located close to the base of the shaft. I was worried, in panic, butfainted again before being able to cry for help.This whole time felt like an eternity, later I discovered it was only twodays, but it seemed to me to be more than a week. In the rare moments ofsanity I got in panic and feared I would die. At least after some time, Iguess it was in the morning of the second day, the pain in the pubic areadecreased and I discovered I could move again. However, I was too tiredand hungry to be able to stand up. I touched my genitals again anddiscovered my penis was very small and that I could no longer feel mytesticles. This worried me, but I was feeling I would die, so this worrywas secondary.Monday (later I discovered it was Monday) in the middle of the morning I,half in delirium, heard a cracking noise coming from my door. I washeavily in delirium, but I remember seeing my boss ordering some nursesto transport me to the laboratory in Biogen. I could hardly thinkstraight, but I remember asking myself: “Why are they transporting me tothe company, and not to a hospital?”I regained consciousness again in a sort of hospital bed. I was stillquite ill, but I was grateful for being saved. I was receivingintravenous fluids through an injection in my arm and I could feel acatheter inserted in my urethra and a tube in my throat, helping mebreathe. The fever was still high and a felt some non localized pain inmy guts, more like a nausea. I fainted again, this time I think I slept,before I could call someone for help.I woke up again when I was receiving some sort of sponge bath. The tubein my throat had been removed and I was breathing on my own again. Inoticed something strange, however, some of the nurses were shaving mylegs. I tried to ask why, but I was still too weak, I fainted again.When I woke up next morning (it was then Tuesday) I realized I was stillin the bed. The catheter in my urethra had been removed. There wassomeone sitting at my side, it was Vera. I was still too weak to standup, but at least I could sit down again. Vera helped me. I looked down atmy chest, and realized the swelling was still there, and even bigger thanI remembered, but now there was no pain anymore. Then I probed theregion with my hands and discovered it was no swelling at all. My mammaryglands grew and I now posses breasts. Vera, seeing this, said, “Don’tworry, they will grow to a normal size as your new ovaries start pumpinghormones at full strength.””What is going on?” I asked, with the high pitched voice I heard at home.”I’m sorry, I didn’t think the process would run so fast in you, or Iwould escort iskenderun not let you go home last Friday.””Process, which process?””You see, we developed this form of genetic therapy to help women which,for some reason lost a breast, or a womb.””This therapy uses recombinant viruses and nanites to reconstruct thelost organs and even to improve some secondary female traits, as asurplus, the biologic age is reduced too.”This looked something coming out of some bad science fiction novel, but Icould not deny what happened to me, especially after I probed my groinand discovered I now posses inner and outer labia, a clitoris and, ofcourse, a vagina.I was furious and asked (my rage was ridiculous with my new voice), “Whydid you do this to me?””We already know the therapy works fine in females, all women in the laband even your boss went through this therapy, but we needed to know whatwas the effect in a originally male subject””How do you dare doing scientific experiments in me without mypermission? This is i*****l.””Oh, but you consented in participating, in that last form you signed.”So, I was her guinea pig. I was still mad at her. I wanted to beat her,but this was ridiculous with my present frame, which shrank to that of apetite girl. She helped me stand up and brought me to the toilette, toshow me my new face. It is still my face, but now I look like a prettygirl, more precisely like a pretty 16 years old teenager. I was stilllooking at the mirror and didn’t react as she approached me from behindand said, close to my neck.”You will see, this is not that bad, our females have a big advantageover the conventional ones.”She started kissing the back of my neck and began rubbing my new clitoristhrough the nightgown I was wearing. The pleasure was so intense that anythought of stopping that quickly went out of my mind. I felt a familiarsensation, just like before getting an erection back when I was a male. Ifelt the clitoris engorging and growing, first to the size of a littlefinger, but then it grew more until reaching the size of a medium sizedpenis. The flesh was way more sensitive than the one of my old penis. Icould not stop that, quickly I undressed and began masturbating. I feltmy new vagina getting wet and became fascinated to that. My new “member”is a featureless pink cylinder with a hemispherical tip (and no orifice,of course) when grown. Still today I refuse calling it a penis.I was so concentrated in the pleasure that I did not realize Veraundressed too and came from behind me, with her own “engorged clitoris.”She asked me to support my hands in the sink and to protrude my butt,opening my legs. I could do nothing but to obey her. Then she insertedher “engorged clitoris” into my new vagina. My arousal grew even more,until I reached my climax and had my first female orgasm. It wasdifferent, more continuous, than my previous male orgasms, which wereexplosions of pleasure.First I was mad at Vera’s due to her betrayal. My boss was supportive.She explained to me that the real owner of the company is Vera, all workfor her, including my boss, and she could not warn me before. There wasno way my own clothes would fit me. She helped me go shopping and allowedme to adapt to my new gender in my own pace.I was not the kind of friendly guy before, so I only had to solve theproblem of my parents. I decided to tell them the truth, and since theywould never believe me if I told that by telephone, I went to visitthem. First they didn’t recognize me, but finally I convinced them I ammyself (I had to show my new vagina to my mother, to convince her, ofcourse I told nothing about the thing with the “engorged clitoris”). Mydocuments were easier, all was done as if I went through a genderreassignment therapy.With the time acceptance grew, as well as my breasts and my butt. Now Iwear D sized bras. This was surely due to my new ovaries pumping hormonesinto my blood stream. Vera made me go through a biopsy to test myovaries. The result was that I belong now fully functional ovaries freeof genetic defects, which I already knew since my first menstruation.Today I enjoy what I became. I work in the lab now and I dress also as amodel. I love wearing skirts and dresses. I walk always in high heels andI wear make up all the time. I make love with other “special” women, Ieven shortly joined my former boss, living with her for some time as acouple. This, however, didn’t work out. I discovered what I really enjoyis having sex with men. As I told before, our “engorged clitorises” areof the size of a medium-sized penis, so most men have bigger ones.The only problem is to find out a male who does not freak out as he seesmy “member.” Most of them think I am a she-male, sometimes I convincethem I have a genetic particularity. I’m considering now whether I shouldtry to get pregnant. Vera is thrilled about this idea (with the time Iforgave her and we are friends again), but I don’t know if I’m ready forthis big step.She told me today that they perfected the therapy and that she believesthe transformation of a male now will go slower. She needs a subject toprove her theory. Tonight I will meet a gorgeous man I met the other dayin the subway (I sold my car, now I go to work by public transportation,to show myself better). We will have a date and maybe, after that, I willinvite him to visit my lab, not before, of course, asking him to signsome forms and to receive a vaccine shot.

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