This is not my story, but the story of my girl, and all that she is; the most beautiful, warm, caring woman I ever met, and the best in bed, and of the awful thing that happened to her, that turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and how I came to fall in love with her. It’s her story, but I’m a part of it, and I guess that’s why she lets me tell it.
Becca and Luke had been dating for about twelve months when they broke
up. Becca was a second year student studying politics and sociology, and
Luke was a few years older, studying for a masters in applied
technologies. Becca was Luke’s first real girlfriend; he had fooled around
with girls before, but his intelligence had given him a reputation as a
nerd which he’d found it hard to shake until after he’d finished his first
degree. Becca was almost the exact opposite of him, at least in terms of
looks; she was a stunning blonde, but by no means a bimbo. She was smart
enough to almost be able to follow Luke’s talk about the research work he
was doing, except when he really got into heavy detail.
It was obvious Luke loved Becca, and still more obvious that while she
cared for him, she was not as into him as he was to her. For a start, Luke
could often neglect her or just forget about her. As a result, when she
broke up with him, she had cheated on him a few times already. She’d never
had sex with another guy while they were dating, but what she’d never admit
to Luke or anybody – until much later, after she’d met me – was that she
was bisexual.
Some nights, when Luke was spending his time working on research in the
labs with PhD students, or writing papers, she’d head out to a club, or a
bar, and find some girl, pick her up and take her home. Not regularly,
perhaps only once or twice the entire time she was dating Luke, but the
urge would take her. Perhaps she’d be out with friends, and find the buzz
of the alcohol and the music too much, it’d make her horny and Luke was
nowhere to be found. Or maybe some days, she’d just wake up next to Luke,
his cute, skinny body and cock, and realise that what she actually wanted
was soft skin, breasts, hair she could run her fingers through, an
experienced mouth that knew exactly what it was she was doing, and that
night, she’d leave Luke in the lab and go out and find what she needed.
It was on one of those nights that their relationship ended, and began the
events that would change both their lives forever. Becca had left her
friends behind in a straight club, making the excuse that she was
tired. She’d headed round the corner, to the local gay club. I saw her
there, that night, wearing a red halterneck and jeans that showed off her
perfect hips. I’d wanted her long before that, but I was only just out, and
far too shy to go for the gorgeous girl I’d seen about campus, who as far
as I knew was straight and had a boyfriend. I guess I wasn’t the only one
who noticed her.
She left the club in the company of a cute redhead, shorter than her and a
little more butch. Becca never went for the truly masculine dykes you’d see
in the local gay clubs; I guess because she did guys as well, she wanted
something truly feminine to stroke and touch and kiss. When she wanted a
girl, she wanted a girl.
She told me later that the sex that night had been amazing. I can imagine
them, their bodies flowing together, Becca’s blonde curls mingling with her
lover’s straight, fiery locks. The feel of their breasts pressing together
as they kissed, the frisson of excitement that comes in the brief moments
you realise you’re about to fuck someone of your own sex, and there’s
nothing you want more. I imagine Becca’s expert tongue reaching into that
girl’s pussy, and the fury with which it attacked her clit. I imagine that
redhead came more than once, before kissing Becca’s cute mouth and tasting
her own pussy on her red lips.
I imagine her turning Becca over, and returning the favour as only a woman
can, in kind. Her tongue running up Becca’s smooth thigh, to her cunt,
still adorned with well-groomed hair; the cunt I will never know – but I’m
getting ahead of myself. And then, after Becca had had her own share of
orgasms, and tasted her own womanhood on the lips of the other girl, them
lying in one another’s arms; spent, for the moment, but somehow still eager
enough for one another to begin gently stroking each other’s breasts,
Becca’s larger than her choice of lover, but the other girl’s still
satisfyingly soft and responsive to her touch. I imagine their hands
stroking one another’s butts, and finally teasing one another’s eager, sore
pussies, their clits straining to feel the gentle strokes, getting faster,
faster, until once again, together this time, they climax, and, at long
last spent, fall into one another’s arms and sleep.
I don’t have to imagine the guilt Becca felt the next morning, explaining
to her lover that she had a partner, playing the pronoun game in an almost
comic effort to spare her one-night stand’s feelings, because that, at
least, Becca has told me in detail. She told me, too, of the decision she
made there and then; that, much as she cared for him, she could not go on
betraying Luke, that she would come out to him and let what would happen,
happen.
But by then it was already too late. Someone had seen Becca that night,
leaving with that redhead, and in the way these things do, the rumour
spread about the Uni. I heard it, and was suddenly excited that the girl
I’d seen with the guy who was doing the master’s in my department might be
queer, and might not be with him much longer; I’d heard it, and a friend of
one of Luke’s fellow MA students had heard it, and that’s how it got back
to Luke.
I don’t know the exact way the conversation went down between them. I only
know that Luke got the idea that Becca had been cheating on him with a guy,
not a girl. Would he have reacted in the same way if he’d known she’d been
with a girl? I have no idea. But he told his friend he was going to finish
it with her, and arranged a meeting with her that afternoon.
Becca, for her part, had made her own decision already, and went to that
meeting knowing she was going to have to end it, or change their
relationship.
She walked into the cafe wearing the same jumper she’d worn the day they’d
first got together, and the jeans she’d worn the night before. She sat down
at the table, where her soon to be former lover sat, an implacable
expression on her face.
‘Luke, I’ve got something to tell you.’ She said.
‘Don’t bother.’ Luke said. ‘I already know.’
Becca was taken aback, but she knew she’d hardly been careful at disguising
her homosexual trysts. Perhaps it was the angry, hurt way he said it that
made her think it was best to end it sooner.
‘Then you know it’s over.’ She said, and left before he could reply. She’d
ask me in tears later what else she could have done; sat down and let him
rage at her and beg her? But she’d made her mind up, and so for some
reason, she’d decided to just end it there and then. Maybe if she’d stayed
and talked, Luke would have been less upset, and the anger he felt wouldn’t
have coalesced into the cold rage that made him do what he did.
Luke went back to the lab, where he met the PhD student whose research he
was working on; nanotechnology, to help amputees re-grow missing
limbs. They’d had some successes on animal tests, which I’d heard about
during my own medical course, but the test hadn’t been tried on a human.
The PhD student was a guy I’d worked with before, called Dan. The way he’d
looked at me had disgusted me at first; when he learned I was a lesbian, he
went from staring at my chest to just ignoring me. Eventually I’d moved on
to another unit and forgotten about him, but I’d heard since about the way
he treated female students. The guy wasn’t just a lech, according to what
I’d heard, he was a complete misogynist. Sex with him wasn’t about love or
even physical need; it seemed he got off by degrading the women he was with
as much as possible. Some girls had walked out on him within a few minutes,
others had stayed. I’d heard rumours of girls who he’d forced to stay
behind, but the less said about that, the better. Luke was angry, but for
whatever the reason, Dan just hated women. Did he know more, when they
concocted their nasty little plan, about what Becca had done? I’ve no
idea. I don’t think he’d have done any different, even had he known Becca’s
sexuality. That’s the kind of guy he was.
Becca went out a few nights later with friends. It was a way of comforting
her about the break-up. She had no desire to get with anyone, male or
female, that night. Unfortunately, Luke and Dan found out about it. Not
that it was a secret, exactly, but maybe with more time Luke would have
cooled down, buried himself in his work or whatever. Well, I guess burying
himself in his work was what he did, in a way.
Luke found her in the club, and confronted her. ‘So, out after more sex,
are you, you slut?’ He demanded of her above the noise of the music and the
dancers. She tried to get away, but he grabbed her arm.
‘Let go.’ She said, defiant even then.
‘Not until we’ve talked.’ He said. Despite the way he’d just spoken to her,
Becca still cared for him, so she nodded assent and followed him outside.
Where Dan put the cloth to her mouth, and everything went dark.
Of course, she had no idea how much time had passed when she awoke. She was
naked, and strapped down to a table, her mouth gagged.
‘Check it out.’ Said Dan, ‘She’s awake.’
‘Good.’ Said Luke, and walked over to the table. He stroked her hair, and
she desperately tried to voice something, the sound muffled by the gag. Dan
was on the other side of the room, working with a grey goo in a beaker and
a syringe. ‘Becca. You slut.’ Luke said, still stroking her hair. The
words sounded odd in the mouth that had once only praised her. Fear started
to grip Becca. Were they going to rape her? There were no security cameras
in the room; why would one be needed in a laboratory? ‘Don’t worry.’ He
said, with a smile, ‘We’re not going to fuck you, all tied up like
this. But you’ll never want for cock again.’
Despite herself, Becca felt a familiar stirring between her legs as he
stroked her hair, then her neck and upper chest. Briefly, he cupped her
breast, and thumbed her erect nipple. As he did so, Becca felt herself grow
hornier despite the fear she felt.
‘Are you horny now, bitch?’ Luke whispered to her. Dan walked over, and
stood there, smiling wickedly. ‘Nod your head.’ Luke was stroking her inner
thigh. ‘Are you horny?’
Becca nodded desperately, her sexual hunger somehow overtaking her. ‘Good,’
Dan murmured, ‘The drugs worked.’ Becca could feel the liquid pooling on
the table beneath her sodden vagina. Even knowing her arousal was induced
didn’t seem to reduce it.
‘Do you want cock?’ Luke asked. Becca could, by now, feel the ache of a
true, deep sexual arousal within herself. She wanted to be filled, even if
it was what she could only think of as rape. She nodded eagerly. Dan was by
now grinning evilly, a glint of anticipation in his eye. ‘Then you’d better
thank us. Say ‘thank you for giving me cock’, Becca.’
‘Rhank oo for hivin me ock.’ Becca managed, the hypnotising arousal still
coursing through her. Luke stepped aside from her prone, gorgeous and
highly aroused body.
‘The achievement of a lifetime.’ Dan muttered. ‘I’ll go down in history for
this.’ He walked back to the work bench, and filled a syringe with the grey
liquid, then moved back to the table. For a moment, Becca thought he would
shoot it straight into her desperate womanhood, but her horror only
increased as he jabbed the needle into her smooth thigh.
For a moment, nothing happened. Luke was about to open his mouth and say
something, when Becca felt an odd sensation, deep in her abdomen, like a
pulling. Suddenly it felt as though her already engorged clitoris became
even bigger. The pulling sensation continued, and her clit felt like it
would burst. Dan and Luke’s eyes were wide with fascination as her body
began to change. Her pussy lips grew large and outwards, forming a bodily
sack. Her clit grew huge, and muscles that had never existed before began
to grow from her crotch. She felt something drop in her abdomen, and
something close up between her legs. ‘It’s huge.’ Luke whispered, before
Becca fell back into darkness.
Becca awoke from the dream in her own bed, feeling strangely awful about
something. Luke. It was over. She sighed and rolled over to look at the
alarm clock. 8:30. She had class at 10:00. She rolled out of bed and
stood. Something felt very odd about the way her skimpy nightdress was
sitting around her midsection. It had obviously ridden up around her
midsection, so she pulled it down. It was caught on something. She pulled
it down again, then realised it was caught on her. With a sudden horror,
Becca remembered her dream. She didn’t dare look down. She ducked into the
on suite bathroom, and looked nervously into the full length mirror.
Staring back at her was her rumpled nightie, something protruding from the
front. Somehow she thought perhaps she’d been having sex with a girl last
night, one who liked toys, not that she ever had before. But as she lifted
her nightdress to check, her horror was confirmed.
It had not been a nightmare.
There, staring back at her, angry and red, was a thick, swollen
penis. Beneath hung two large testicles.
Becca had to touch it, to be sure she wasn’t hallucinating, but it was
real, and responded to her touch. She touched her face and her breasts, to
be sure, but her large, soft, female mounds were still there, and there was
no hair on her face. She was not a man, not yet, but she had a cock.
Dan, she realised, lived on campus, like her. In the next building over, in
fact. Unwilling to touch the monstrous thing between her legs, she pulled
on a bra and socks, and ran a comb through her hair, before rooting through
her underwear draw. She pulled on a pair of large white panties, but even
the passion killers didn’t fully disguise her dick, which peeked out
through the end. It would have to do. She took a pair of jeans from her
wardrobe and pulled them on without thinking, and a simple white t-shirt.
Head down, she hurried to Dan’s block. The erection between her legs still
burned angrily, though she wasn’t horny so much as terrified. She hammered
on his door. He opened it calmly. He was fully dressed, and Becca realised
he was expecting her.
‘Well?’ He said, amusedly, ‘Like it?’
‘Why?’ She blurted out.
‘Well,’ he replied, ‘You did ask for it.’
Becca began to cry.
‘Oh, do at least be a man about it.’ He said wickedly. ‘Come in, and let me
tell you about your new life.’
She stepped inside. He motioned for her to sit in the seat at the desk, and
sat down on the bed. Becca was sobbing, but Dan showed no care for her at
all. ‘Well, you’re not a girl, for a start.’ He said cruelly. ‘But you’re
not exactly a she-male either. A man-girl. Yes, that’s what you are.’
She looked hard at him with her moist, big eyes. ‘I didn’t come here to be
insulted by you. Tell me what the fuck you’ve done to me, and how I undo
it.’
Dan laughed out loud. ‘There is no way to get rid of it.’ He told her,
almost matter-of-factly. ‘Even if you were to cut it off, the nano’s are
still in your system and always will be. Any wound to your genital area, to
your cock,’ he savoured the words, ‘or balls will heal almost instantly. As
for your cock and balls, they work in almost the same way as a man’s, apart
from a few modifications.’
‘What?’ She breathed.
‘Well, for a start, your balls are still technically your ovaries. They
won’t produce eggs anymore, so no more periods. See? Isn’t that an upside,
slut?’ Becca was crying again. ‘But you can’t have children, either by
getting pregnant, obviously, or by impregnating another girl. Your balls
don’t produce semen, but they do still produce oestrogen, so you’ll still
look like a girl.’
Becca was suddenly aware that the male organ in the once-empty area between
her legs was still ragingly hard. ‘And as you may have noticed, unlike a
real man, your erections will not just go away if you ignore them. The only
way that thing goes limp is if you come. So I expect you’ll be doing a lot
of tossing yourself off, even after the aphrodisiac I gave you last night
wears off. You can do it here and now, if you like.’ He raised an eyebrow.
Becca shook her head, no, of course not.
‘Ah well,’ he said, ‘I’m sure I’ll get a chance to see my handiwork again
soon enough. By the way, we gave you a prostate. And a few other
surprises.’
She was weeping uncontrollably now.
‘You can go now.’ He said, coldly. She stood up to leave, and was suddenly
aware of her manhood poking through the front of the tight jeans she had
one. ‘Yes.’ Dan said, ‘If I had a monster like that between my legs, I’d
find a better way to keep it hidden. Especially for someone as pretty as
you!’ He burst into laughter.
Man-girl, she remembered, as she got up to leave. That was what he had
called her. Man-girl. She realised with horror that she would spend the
rest of her life as a man-girl.
