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 X-Virus: Crime and Punishment - part 1.
By: Steven & Lisa James.

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Steven played the memory over and over in his mind--he had been trimming
the hedges like his father had asked him to when his neighbour Fiona had
strutted into her backyard and jumped into her pool.  He had continued to
cut at the bushes and watched her swim for a while.  Then it happened. 
Fiona popped out of the pool; the water running down her hair, her face and
her perfectly formed breasts.  Steven had let his hands drop to his side
and watched as she put her hands on the side of the pool and pulled herself
up, bending over as she exited the pool.  In his mind it had happened in
slow motion; her bending over, the fabric of her bathing suit bottoms
straining across her crotch, and there it was.  The perfect outline of her
crotch, he could almost see everything.  He had snapped out of his daydream
when her brother, David, who Steven was acquainted with had waved hello. 
Steven had waved shakily and pretended to keep cutting the bushes trying to
keep his erection hidden behind the hedge.  As quickly as he could he ran
inside to touch himself for the first time of many to the image of Fiona

climbing out of her pool.

   "Steven?" His father's voice floated into his room.

   "Yeah?" He shouted back shifting his gaze from the book he had been
staring at absent-mindedly, once again replaying the memory.  Even though
several days had passed it was still as clear as the day he had witnessed
it.

   "I know you don't think that qualifies as trimming the hedges.  You left
half of it untouched!"

   Steven pushed his chair back and got up.  "Sorry, dad, I got distracted
and forgot.  I was just studying so I'll go and do that now." He went
outside and grabbed the shears.  He began to cut the parts of the hedge
that he hadn't gotten to before.  As he neared the part of the hedge that
overlooked Fiona's room he paused.  He heard the sound of a female moaning.
He looked around to make sure there was no one looking, poised his shears
at the top of the bushes to resume cutting at any moment, and peeked over
the fence.  Fiona was lying on her bed, on her back with legs wide open. 
With one hand she was kneading her breast and pinching and pulling at her
erect nipples, with the other she was stroking herself through some light
blue cotton panties.  He watched, frozen in place, as she stroked up and
down her slit and rubbed her clitoris.  She moaned loudly; her panties
became more and more saturated with her fluids, her toes curled and she
bucked against her mattress.  She flicked at her clitoris furiously, her
moans growing louder, her breathing irregular, until her back arched and
she let out a loud and long scream.  Through her panties Steven saw her
vulva pulsating and contracting as she convulsed on her bed in bliss.  He
had never seen anything so erotic and sexy in his whole life.  This
definitely surpassed the memory of her getting out of the pool.  She was
still writhing on her bed, her breathing coming back to normal.  Her orgasm
seemed so long, so deep--he wondered in that moment, what it would be like
to have a vulva instead of a penis.  He ducked back behind the fence as
Fiona rolled up off her bed, presumably to go clean herself up.  He
finished trimming the bushes in his yard and rushed home.  Soon, every
waking moment was consumed in thinking about Fiona, he dreamt about her,
and saw her everywhere.  He lurked in the yard whenever possible hoping to
see a repeat performance of Fiona's solo act, but he saw nothing.

   He waved goodbye at his neighbours with all the nonchalance he could
muster as they piled into their car and drove to the mall; Fiona was with
them.  He kicked at a tuft of grass moodily.  He turned to go back inside
but paused when he caught something out the corner of his eye.  The flutter
of small blue object drew his eyes to the clothing line in Fiona's
backyard. The panties she had been touching herself to were hanging to dry.
Thinking quickly he made a show of accidentally throwing a ball over the
fence line in case any of the nosy neighbours were watching and he hopped
over the fence.  His heart was beating loudly against his chest as he
ripped the panties from the line and shoved them in his pocket.  He grabbed
the ball and jumped over the fence.  When he was satisfied that no one was
looking he dropped the ball and ran upstairs to his room.

   For the next few days every moment that he could steal away he'd take
the panties and put them on rubbing himself through them, reliving the
moment of Fiona's ecstasy.  He was a boy obsessed--obsessed with Fiona's
perfect pussy, with what it would be like to be a girl.  But then he'd take
off the panties wipe the cum from himself, and the fantasy would
pass--being a girl outside of the realm of fantasy was horrible, heavy
breasts and wearing bras, the emptiness between their legs.  Steven shook
his head.  Girls made less money, had periods, ran higher risks of being
raped, got pregnant and then had to endure the excruciating pain of birth.
No thanks, fantasy was all good and well but the reality was not appealing
to Steven in the least bit.  He wondered if Fiona ever thought about that
when she had her fingers buried deep in her cunt, if she ever slipped as
many fingers as she could into her vagina and imagine what it would be like
have a baby push out of there.  A shiver of disgust ran up Steven's spine.
Blech, that was gross and not at all as appealing as thinking about breasts
and pussies.

   Steven schemed and schemed his way into Fiona's house.  He made a point
of being friendlier with David, playing video games with him, walking with
him to and from school, until he was over at their house pretty much every
day.  Whenever, Fiona walked into the room he'd stare at her out of the
corner of his eyes and Fiona would prance about giving him a good view of
her body grinning as Steven squirmed uncomfortably trying to hide his
erection.  One day, while David was playing X-box, Fiona smiled wickedly
and curled her finger inviting Steven to follow her.  All Steven could hear
was the pounding of his own heart as she closed the door behind her.  She
grabbed firmly between his legs, smiling as her hands closed around his
erect penis.  His eyes opened wide and a look of shock spread across his
face.  She looked down at the space between her legs and then at Steven. 
She arched an eyebrow and his breath caught in his throat.  He reached
towards her, his hands shaking.  He leaned his fingers against her thigh
and started to trail them up her leg.  Fiona let out a small sigh and her
eyes rolled back as his fingers reached her wet vulva, he explored his
first pussy with hesitation.  He traced up and down her slit rubbing up
against her clit.

   Suddenly, the door opened and they whirled around to find Fiona's father
standing at the door slack jawed.  His knuckles had gone white from the
force he was exerting on the doorknob.  Fiona began to cry.  She covered
her mouth with her hand to stifle a sob.

   "I didn't want him to touch me Daddy, but he made me.  I didn't want him
to."

   Steven shook his head in wide-eyed fear but said nothing, he opened his
mouth but nothing came out.  Everything seemed to be happening both very
quickly and very slowly.  Fiona's dad called the police and didn't let
Steven leave until they arrived.  The police officers walked into the room
and found Steven sitting on the bed shaking his head without saying a word.


   "Will you consent to a search of your room, boy?" barked one of the
police officers.

   Without thinking Steven nodded.  They marched him over in handcuffs and
Steven's face burned with shame as he was walked in broad daylight from
Fiona's house.  He shook his head the entire time but couldn't find the
words to say in the jumble of emotions and thoughts that were going through
his mind.  He stood in the centre of his room with his hands behind his
back, his father stood at the threshold of his bedroom trying to process
the handful of police officers that were tearing his son's room apart. 
When one officer picked up Fiona's panties everything crystallized and
Steven found his voice.

   "It's not what it looks like."

   "Whose panties are these, son?" Asked one of the police officers as he
dropped them into an evidence bag.  Steven hung his head and mumbled a
response.  "I can't hear you."

   "They're Fiona's but its not what it looks like."

   "Did she come over here and leave them here, Steven, did she lie about
you touching her?" asked his father with a touch of hopefulness in his
voice.  "Tell the truth, son, I know you didn't do this."

   "No...yes.  I mean, she didn't come here.  I--I, took the panties from
the clothing line when Fiona and her family were out." Steven's father
deflated.  "But, I didn't attack her, dad, she let me, she asked me to come
to her room, she touched me first." Steven pleaded with his father but he
turned away feeling conflicted and confused.

   "Sir, your son is going to be sent to a juvenile facility until trial
where he will most likely be charged with sexual assault and attempted
rape. I suggest you get him a good lawyer because it's not looking too
good. You can bail him out or you can leave him there.  In my experience a
short stay in a juvenile facility scares most kids straight."

   Steven felt himself swell with rage.  "I don't need to be scared
straight, I didn't do anything," he yelled.  His father looked at Steven as
if he had sprouted a second head, as if he didn't even recognize the person
his son had become.  With a motion he signalled to the officer to take his
son away as he buried his face in his hands.

   During the days before his trial, Steven went through his testimony with
the lawyer his father had provided him, and wondered if his father would
even show up to the court room.  As a bailiff ushered him in, he looked
around and saw his father sitting in the last row.  He smiled weakly at his
son who had grown thin during his time at the facility, his sunken eyes
were rimmed with red as if he hadn't stopped crying since the moment he had
left his father's side.

   Most of the trial passed in a blur.  Fiona repeated her testimony that
Steven had forced himself on her and Steven had simply shook his head and
stared at his own hands.  Fiona was in too deep, and there was no way she
was going to change her story now.  He found himself sitting on the witness
stand and gave his testimony robotically.  When the time came for him to be
cross-examined Steven was caught completely off guard.  Although his lawyer
had prepared him, he had no idea it would be that intense.

   "Steven, a police search of your room found a pair of girls underpants
in your room which you have testified are not yours.  Can you please tell
the court, who they belong to and why you had them?"

   "I-I," his lawyer had cautioned him not to talk too much about peeping
on Fiona touching herself as it would only further incriminate him.

   "Steven, I have to remind you that you are on the stand, and need to
answer all of my questions."

   "The panties belong to my neighbour, to her," Steven pointed at Fiona.
"I took them."

   "For what purpose?"

   "I-I wore them."

   "Testing done on the underwear found your DNA in them, care to explain
to the court how?"

   "I was using them to masturbate in to but--"

   "You will remember to only answer the questions you have been asked,
young man," barked the judge in a reedy voice.  She looked at him sternly
and motioned for the lawyer to continue.

   "Would you say, Steven, that you are obsessed with girls?" Steven
stuttered a no and shook his head.  "Really, so you didn't wear this young
woman's underwear?  You didn't masturbate into them, you didn't write in
your statement that you fantasized about being a girl and that's why you
took those panties."

   Steven shook his head, "Yes, but--"

   The judge's gavel cut him off and he was given another warning.

   When the lawyer had finished grilling him he walked back to his seat in
a daze.  He felt confused and for a moment almost believed he had done
something wrong.  But then he looked at Fiona who was sitting red faced
behind the prosecution desk and he was filled again with a sense of rage
and fear.

   "Ladies and gentleman of the jury, the defence will have you believing
that this young man is the victim of a false accusation, that he was
seduced by this young lady and that she was asking for it.  I ask that you
look beyond those heinous lies and see the defendant for what he is, a boy
obsessed with girls, who at such a young age has shown that he is capable
of committing acts of sexual violence against them.  He is now a danger to
girls, and he probably will be for the rest of his life.  I ask the jury to
return a verdict of guilty, so that this young woman can get justice and
this young man can get the help he needs."

   The jury didn't take long to deliberate, during that time Steven's
father approached him slowly.  He looked wretched and very conflicted.

   "Dad, I didn't do it.  I swear I didn't do it."

   "I know son, I know you didn't.  I'm sorry I didn't believe you before."
He hugged Steven tightly.  "I don't know how but we're going to get through
this."

   A signal from the bailiff indicated to the court that the jury had
reached a final decision.  Steven stood up, held his breath and pulled his
shoulders up to his ears.  When the word guilty was pronounced the air left
his lungs as if he had been punched.  Again, everything began to move in
slow motion.  Guilty.  Guilty.  How could they have pronounced him guilty.
He sat down and heard the judge speaking to him as if from a distance.

   "Due to the egregious nature of this assault, of a young man on his
neighbour, with weeks of premeditated sexual surveillance and the theft of
her intimate clothing for perverse purposes, this court has had no further
recourse than to find you guilty of sexual assault and attempted rape. 
Because you have been deemed to be at a high risk of reoffending and
committing another crime of a sexual and violent nature you have hereby
been sentenced to undergo a new treatment for male sex offenders.  You will
be admitted to a special ward for young men such as yourself where you will
be injected with the x-virus.  This is a retrovirus that changes the host
DNA, and in the case of X-Virus it specifically replaces the Y Chromosome
with an X Chromosome.  Two X chromosomes makes the host female.  The virus
also triggers human growth hormone production, and the body then changes in
accordance with the new genetic programming.  X-Virus male hosts become
physically female, in about ten days.  You, young man, will become a
girl--permanently.  Let us hope that in your new life you are never forced
to endure what you have done to this young woman." The judge banged her
gavel and Steven woke up from his trance.  He caught the look of horror on
his father's face and began to scream.

   "Fiona, tell the truth!  Tell them I didn't touch you that way.  Tell
them, don't let them turn me into a girl!" He tried to jump past his lawyer
but was instantly restrained by several police officers.  He fought against
them and struggled, his face red with the strain, the tears streaming down
his face.  He spat each of his words deliberately, "Fiona, don't do this.
You know you're lying, don't let them turn me into a girl."

   The judge banged her gavel once again and called for order and for
Steven to be removed from the courtroom.  The police officers began to pull
him out and away from the room as he kicked and screamed that he was being
unfairly punished for a crime he had not committed.

   ****************

   Steven was wheeled into the x-virus ward on gurney.  His legs and hands
were restrained.  He looked up at the sterile lights as they passed over
head.  Four nurses, two on either side of his gurney, pushed him along.

   "I swear I didn't do it.  I didn't touch her that way.  I am innocent,
please, just let me talk to Fiona and she'll tell the truth."

   The nurses all laughed.  "My attacker also said he was innocent." The
words silenced Steve.

   "Mine, too." The other two nurses nodded.  Steven looked at each of
them, frowning, trying not to let the terror creep onto his face.  All of
his nurses were the victims of sexual assault?  This couldn't be right. 
They were all attractive, young; their short uniforms tightly hugged their
ample curves.  Their breasts, round and heavy mounds strained at the
buttons on the top of their uniforms.  Were they even supposed to be
dressed like that?  Steven pulled at his restraints and the nurses laughed
again.

   One of the nurses pulled open her nurse's uniform and pushed he breasts
together, she shook them in his face and laughed.  She pulled down her bra
and exposed a round, pink nipple which she also waved in his face.  He
pulled away and tried to look in the other direction but the nurse on his
left bent over and showed him her panties that hugged her perfect vulva,
following the gentle curve of her utterly devoid crotch and dipping
slightly into the four inch crease that marked her puffy lipped slit.  Her
crotch was revealed as a clear camel-toe indent in the gusset of the
panties.  Steven squeezed his eyes shut and shook his whole body straining
at his restraints.  "Help me!!!!  No!!!  No!!  I don't want to become a
girl!  I don't want a fucking vulva between my legs!!!  No!!!  Let me
out!!!" he screamed hysterically.

   "You're not going anywhere boy."

   "Boy?  He won't be a boy for long."

   One of the nurses grabbed his face and forced him to open his eyes.  She
turned his face to force him to look at the nurse with her breasts out and
then to face the other nurse's crotch.  "Look at what you're going to be
soon."

   Steven began to cry and hyperventilate.  "I don't want to be a girl."

   "Well, I didn't want to assaulted, she didn't want to be raped either,
and neither did she, but it turns out you don't always get what you want."
The nurse laughed bitterly.  "But soon you're going to know what it feels
like to have all of this."

   She pulled off her panties and climbed up on the gurney.  With her
ankles she kept Steven from being able to turn away as she arched her back,
her vulva opened up to him - lips spreading apart, splitting her open to
reveal the pink entrance to her vagina.

   "Look at what you're going to have soon."

   Steven watched with tears streaming down his face as the nurse plunged a
finger into her cunt.  She worked it in and out of her hole, her fingers
dripping with her own fluids.  She let out an animalistic, guttural moan.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw one of the other nurses preparing a
hypodermic syringe full of pink fluid.  The nurse turned, a drop of the
liquid gushed from the tip of the needle like a pearl of pre-cum, she stood
poised to violate his body with a crooked smile on her face.

   One of the other nurses pulled her skirt up to reveal tightly fitting
pink cotton panties.  She grabbed her mound with one hand and mocked `Ohh..
its so flat!  So empty!!  Where is my penis!  Ive lost my balls!!!...  It's
a four inch slit and a birth canal between my legs now... Help me please!
Make it grow back!'... she laughed `Yep... that's what you'll be saying
soon enough... a dickless... helpless... little girl!' She then pulled her
blouse off and tore her bra off to reveal two perfectly large C sized
breasts.  She grabbed them, continuing her mockery "Oh my god!  I've got
breasts now!!  They're so fucking heavy and huge and awful!!  Get them off
me!!!" and she pulled and pulled at her breasts with wild eyes before
laughing again and saying "yes... That's what you're going to be saying
soon..  I've seen it before..  Boys just hate these heavy girls mounds on
their chests... you're going to have breasts just like mine..  And Im going
to just love you trying to pull them off... which you wont be able to do by
the way..  you're just going to feel a lot of pain instead"

   The nurse holding the hypodermic began to walk towards him, slowly and
deliberately.  Frantic knocking and yelling erupted from the door and
everyone froze.  It took a moment for Steven to be able to process what was
happening and the words that were coming from behind the door.  "Open up
this door" said a loud male voice from outside.

   "Stop, what you are doing!" the pounding continued.  "Stop, don't inject
the boy!  The girl, Fiona, confessed she lied, the boy is innocent!"

   The head nurse's face hardened like stone.  She shook her head and
signalled to the nurse to keep doing.  Her face had a giddy look of
retribution on it, as if Steven was the man who had assaulted her.  "I need
a court order before I can stop." She yelled back.  The nurse with the
syringe faltered and looked with hesitation between the door, Steven, and
the head nurse.

   "The judge is being asked to prepare the order now if you just wait for
a short while, we can have the court order here and you can stop," the
voice on the on the side of the door was hysterical.  Steven sobbed and
pulled against the restraints of his gurney.

   "Please don't do this, I didn't do anything wrong."

   "Maybe not this time," the head nurse hissed.  "But your kind is all the
same.  Its only a matter of time before you hurt some girl." She grabbed
the needle from the other nurse's trembling hands.  "I have a job to do,"
she shouted at the door.  "And you do not have the authority to stop me -
yet." The pounding became louder as the person on the other side tried to
kick the door down.  Steven screamed as the nurse stuck him with the
syringe and pushed the fluid into his veins.  She stepped back with a look
of crazy triumph.  The syringe clattered onto a metal tray.

   The door banged opened an officer of the court barged in with his gun
drawn.  He looked at the triumph and fear on the nurse's faces and lowered
his weapon.  Steven lay on the gurney in shock.  His skin was pale and
covered in a light layer of sweat.  His lips were had turned a bit blue and
he was cool to the touch.  Shock had set in.  He opened and closed his dry
mouth trying to wet his clumsy tongue.  His eyes moved around the room
unseeingly.  The officer holstered his gun and shook his head; he backed
out of the room slowly trying not to make too much eye contact.  As he
stepped out of the office he stumbled against a man holding a document. 
They looked at one another, and the police officer shook his head and
looked down at this hands.

   "It's too late."

   *************

   Steven didn't remember being wheeled into a private room but when his
eyes fluttered open he was no longer in the room he had been in.  His body
felt heavy and feverish.  His father jumped up from the seat he hadn't left
since the news his son had been cleared of guilt but had been injected
anyway.  The doctor scribbled some notes from the foot of Steven's bed.

   "Hello there.  Glad to see that you're finally with us," a sympathetic
looking doctor said.  Steven made a movement as if to sit up but was
overwhelmed with dizziness and sank bank into the hospital bed.  "Oh, son,
you probably shouldn't try to move.  The X-virus is multiplying fast inside
you and making you really quite sick.  The early phase of the infection is
meant to feel like the worst flu you ever had.  That passes though in a few
days."

   The tears slid out from behind Steven's closed eyelids.  He heard his
father move to his bedside.  "Is there nothing that can be done, doctor?"

   "I'm afraid not.  Now that he has been injected with the virus, there is
no turning back, there is no cure.  As we speak the virus is changing his
DNA.  His chromosomes are being changed from XY to XX.  He will become a
girl.  The best thing to do is try to come to terms with that and make him
as comfortable as possible throughout the transformation process as it can
be quite jarring."

   "No!!  Oh god no!!  Dad???  Dad???  I don't want to become a girl!!  Do
something!!!" Steven weakly pleaded...

   Steven's father sighed.  He grabbed his son's hand and squeezed it.  "I
wish more than anything I could son.  But if the Doctors say its hopeless,
we have to accept they are right."

   "No dad!!  No!!!  A girl!!!  Im going to loose my manhood?  Grow
breasts!!!  You've got to be fucking kidding me!!  No!!!" Steven sobbed.

   Steven's dad looked at the Doctor and said "What are we talking about?
How will this happen?"

   "Well the entire transformation will take a bit over a week.  It begins
with a pretty high fever and everything that goes with it.  Extreme
exhaustion and fatigue follow.  There will be a lot of pain, and every day
he will start to change--he'll grow breasts, his male genitalia will shrink
and become fully absorbed, internally his reproductive organs will also
change.  An indent between his legs will form and lengthen as labia form,
and they will then split apart as a labia - forming a vulva, and between
those lips a vagina will grow into his body.  His absorbed penis will
change into a clitoris, which will then spread clitoral bulbs into the
newly formed labia.  When the process is over he will be a girl.  His
voice, his body, his DNA, it will be all female."

   "What can you do for him?"

   "Well the state will cover his care, we'll try to maintain him sedated
and on pain medication but it will only take the edge off.  He will also
have access to psychiatric care while he's here to try to deal with some of
the emotional and psychological strain that comes with the sex change."

   Steven heard all of this as if from a distance.  He slipped back to
sleep and was out cold for some time.  When he awoke, he was shivering, he
felt like his bones were being shattered, set and then broken again.  He
was covered in sweat and the fever was at its peak.  He moaned and
instantly his father was at his side.

   "He's burning up.  Nurse!" He shouted.  "Nurse!"

   "It hurts, dad.  God, it hurts so much." Steven rolled onto his side and
curled up into a ball.  His father readjusted the IVs he was connected to
and called for a nurse again.

   The Nurse ran in and opened a drawer.  She prepared a painkiller,
sedative, and something to try to lower his fever if even just a few
degrees.  Letting the fever run its course could have the potential side
effect of cooking his brain.  She injected the medicine into the IV drip
and Steven felt some relief.  Although he was still experiencing the pain,
he felt it through a fog rather than clearly.  Steven crossed his arms
across his chest and felt the tenderness as he slipped back into oblivion.

   The next few days were awful.  As the fever progressed the medication
worked less and less.  Steven was in pain most of the time and began to
fight against sleeping for fear of waking up and finding himself changed.
When he awoke the tenderness in his chest had become tender breast buds,
his nipples were raw and the brush of his patient's robe on them irritated
them further.  He drifted off into a pained haze.  He felt the movement of
doctors around him taking his vitals, adjusting his IV drip, and his
father's constant pacing presence in the room.  Each time he woke up his
breasts were larger.  By morning five he awoke to find they had become
c-sized mounds.  "Ahhh!!!  Ahhhh!!!  God!!  Ive got breasts!!" he screamed
in an increasingly higher timbre.  He grabbed them and began frantically
pulling at them, trying to tear them from his body - but the pain of this
action was too much, so he stopped, collapsing to the floor in a sobbing
heap with the awful masses clutched in his trembling hands.  A nurse came
in and injected him again with sedative and put him back to his bed.  Two
hours later he awoke, as if remembering the earlier shock of his new
breasts as a dream.  Sitting up, and feeling their bulk again tugging at
his chest, he looked down again to see the breasts thrust from his chest
and pushing his hospital gown forward, and again he began screaming and
grabbed and pulled at them ferociously as if trying to tear them from his
changing body.  The doctors ran in and strapped him to his bed, sedating
him again and then taking care to cut his nails while he was sedated so
that he wouldn't further hurt himself.

   The fever broke and for the first time in several days, Steven was in
less pain.  Now that he was lucid, the state's appointed psychiatrist came
to visit often.

   "How are you feeling today, Steven?" she would ask.

   The question would only cause him to become enraged.  How could else
would he feel?  His body was betraying him, turning him into a woman with
every passing second.  He didn't want to be a girl, but already his voice
had begun to change and his breasts were fully formed.  Their presence
taunted him, a constant reminder of the changes his body was going through.
For stretches of time, Steven felt well enough and calm enough to play
cards with his father, or read, but he was often moody and inconsolable. 
The rare moments where he seemed to forget what he was going through gave
his father hope that they'd get through the entire ordeal, but something
would remind Steven of what was going on and he'd knock everything onto the
floor with rage and let out wails that broke his heart.

   "Dad, I think my penis is shrinking."

   His father looked up from the newspaper he was reading and looked at his
son.  His face had become rounder, more feminine, his voice was getting
higher, he was filling out.  His breasts were already fully formed and it
seemed so ridiculous to him he had trouble believing that it was real--the
image of his son staring up at him with tears in his eyes, his still
masculine face hovering above his large breasts.

   One moment his son had been unconscious he had had a hushed and quick
conversation with the psychiatrist.  He felt out of his element and
completely at a loss, how was he going to help his son transition into his
new life and would he ever be okay?  The psychiatrist had told him that
there was no way to know.  Some subjects had grown to love their new bodies
and their new existence.  Others never adjusted.  She kept telling him to
be patient, that it would take time and that the transition period was
difficult for everyone.

   "Dad?"

   Steven's father head snapped up and he shook his head to clear his
thoughts.  "Yeah, son?  I'm listening now, sorry."

   "My penis.  I think it's shrinking.  My balls too!"

   He frowned.  "I think the doctor said that was pretty normal."

   "It feels numb, and tingly, like that part of my body has fallen asleep
only I can't make it wake up.  And the pins and needles feeling only gets
worse."

   "I don't know what to tell you, Steve.  I wish I could do something for
you, buddy.  But there's nothing we can do but wait."

   Steven's face twisted into a pained grimace.  "Oh god dad!  This is
real! I don't want to become a girl!!!  I don't want a vulva between my
legs!  Ive already got these hideous breasts on my chest!!!!  Help me!!!"
His father felt a pang and squeezed his son's hand trying not to cry.

   That night Steven had to be sedated again, his sleep was fitful and he
tossed and turned.  He moaned in his sleep and his father sat up and
watched him fearing that his son's body wouldn't be able to handle the
stress of the transformation.  But when the morning came, Steven woke up.
He instantly reached between his legs and began to sob.  His penis was so
much smaller now, and his balls were half the size.  He pulled his
still-male underpants to his knees and stared down in shock.  Atop his tiny
penis was his pubic mound, clearly fleshier and rounder than before -
looking much like a girls mons venis.  He began wailing while cupping and
pulling at his penis, trying to lengthen it by pulling it desperately.  "My
penis!!  My penis!!!  Its going!!!  It feels so awful!!!  Oh my god!!!  Oh
my god!!  Help me pleeeeasee!!!" he cried out before again falling to the
floor in incontrollable sobbing.  Again a nurse administered a sedative and
Steven's dad and the nurse put him to bed.

   "Surely it cant be that bad to become a girl?" said the pretty nurse to
Steven's dad

   "Well he's not enjoying it.  I'd hate to loose my manhood.  I mean I
love females, but I wouldn't want to be one"

   "Why not?  What's wrong with being a girl?"

   "Nothing if you are one... But to be honest, the thought of having no
dick, heavy breasts, periods, pregnancy, agony of birth, lower pay,
discrimination... the list goes on..."

   "Well fuck you!" Said the nurse as she stormed out "I cant wait till I
see the look on his face when he sticks a finger into his vagina for the
first time!"

   Steven slept through the day and night with his dad at his side. 
Periodically he would moan in his sleep and sometimes unconsciously thrust
his hips forwards or spread his legs whilst whimpering.  Steven's dad
periodically checked between Stevens legs, and each time he looked it was
clear that Stevens penis and balls were smaller still.  The rate of
absorption was shocking.

   Steven's dad fell asleep around 4am and woke to the sound of a screaming
girl just after sunrise.  The girls voice was Stevens, and Steven had his
underpants pulled fully down and was staring at a completely empty space
between his legs.  His penis was gone, his balls to.  His hips had widened
into a feminine form.  After Steven had cried until he had no more tears,
he curled into a tight ball and refused to speak or eat.  He withdrew into
himself.  He didn't talk to his father or the psychiatrist.  His hands
often crept to the empty space between his legs, cupping the desolation of
his denuded crotch.  At some point he noticed that the emptiness itself was
changing, there was a crease forming inwards that began where is penis used
to be and ended near his arse.  He knew this was his labia forming and he
was shocked at the length of it.  Screaming again and crying uncontrollably
again he pulled and pulled at his empty mound trying to pull his penis back
out in desperation.  The nurses sedated him again, and when he work up he
felt a sensation between his legs that was beyond belief... his trembling
hands darted between his legs and he touched the lips of his newly formed
exterior.  He opened and closed his legs and let out scream that brought
all the nurses to the room.  The separation of the lips was complete and
they spread and touched with the motion of his legs.  He cried bitterly,
big heaving sobs.  He began to scream and tear at his robes.  He fought out
wildly as the nurses attempted to calm him.  They called for a sedative
again.  He continued to struggle weakly until he fell back asleep.

   Steven shot up into a seated position.  The moonlight filtered in
through the plastic shutters of the curtains in his hospital room.  His
eyes adjusted to the darkness.  The room was quiet save for the electric
whir of the machines and the distant sounds of the doctors down the hall.
He was woken up by a weird pushing sensation between his legs that started
off tentatively and increased in pressure.  The doctor had told him that on
the internal parts of his new girls reproductive system would not be
noticeable from outside, but he didn't recall being told it would be so
painful.  It felt as if muscle and tendons were being wrenched apart inch
by inch as something burrowed into him.  Some kind of hideous parasite that
was forcing its unwelcome way into his body from between those awful lips
between his legs.  He screamed and his father shot out of the cot in the
corner of his room.  He screamed for the doctor who came running in shortly
after.

   "What's happening, why is he in so much pain?"

   Steven clutched at his crotch and drew his knees to his chin crying
soundlessly.

   "The last stage is happening.  His vagina is forming and it can cause
some discomfort."

   "Discomfort?" Screamed his father.  "That sounds like more than just
discomfort."

   Steven rolled on to his side and screamed again, there was a clawing
sensation, his vagina was opening and forming, burrowing in between his
legs to meet and fuse with his newly formed uterus.  The doctor rushed to
his side and injected some painkilling solution into his IV.

   "That should take the edge off, but there isn't much to do for him.  The
good news is, it's almost over.  In the next few minutes your son will be a
girl and the pain will be over."

   Steven's father went to rub his son's back as he mewled softly, the
burrowing had stopped, and he felt a pushing as his clitoris budded and
formed between her labia.  The clitoral bulbs puffed out Steven's new labia
making them even more puffy and then some leg-like branch from the head of
his clitoris pushed downwards to follow his new vagina.  The clitoris
pulsed and engorged for the first time and Steven passed out in shock as he
cupped his engorged vulva mound which was tingling with sexual arousal.  It
was such an alien and awful feeling, as if his body deliberately wrapped
the awful birth canal in this pleasure organ to make girls happier about
being penetrated and impregnated - some small reward for the subsequent
agony of giving birth.  Steven pushed a finger into her new vagina and
screamed like never before - he could actually feel her finger inside her!
It was tight and the thought of a baby's infinitely larger head pushing
through this same hole made her tremble with the horror and hopelessness of
her situation.  Steven became almost catatonic in shock.

   The morning passed quickly.  The doctors came in to check Steven's
vitals, to make sure the transformation was complete he was given an
ultrasound and then dispatched.  The clothing his father had brought him
from home no longer fit him comfortably so the nurse's brought in extra
clothing and helped an almost catatonic Steven change into girl's clothing.
Stripped bare, she stared into the room's mirror at the gorgeous girl
reflected.  Her large breasts, thigh gap and perfect camel toe looked
incredible, yet she could feel the sensations of her new body and hated the
empty sensation of her vulva, and the weight and discomfort of her ample
breast.  She looked away in horror and disgust and she pulled panties on
for the first time as a girl.  As their gusset touched her vulva, she
grabbed her mound and screamed again, begging for help, simply unable to
accept what she was seeing and feeling.

   *********

   Stevens father signed the release papers and together they got into the
car.  Steven sat in the back seat and looked out of the window and cried
silently.  Neither of them spoke.  Every time the car went over a speed
bump or pot hole Steven's new breasts bounced and she would let out a low
and mournful sigh.  At a stop light Steven looked out of the window and saw
a billboard of a model in a bikini.  She glanced between her legs and
screamed at her father.

   "Look at me.  Look at what they did to me, and now I look like that."

   Her father looked in the rear view mirror and frowned in horror.  Steven
was wearing panties that were eerily similar to the ones he had taken from
Fiona and it sent a shudder up his spine.

   "I hate this," she cried.  "This empty feeling, all the space between my
legs, my vagina." She let out a sob and kicked the dashboard in front of
her.  "I can't believe they did this to me."

   Steven's father parked the car inside the garage so Steven wouldn't have
to be seen by the neighbours, but the moment she got inside she demanded to
be left alone and ran up to her room.  She slammed the door and her father
sank into the nearest chair and grabbed his head in clenched fists.

   The second Steven was alone she pulled off all of her clothes except her
panties and stood in front of the mirror.  She stared at the girl in the
reflection inch by inch.  Her feminized face, she could still recognize
herself somewhat although her face was softer, the edges had been rounded
out.  She looked down to her chest, her perky breasts hung there her
nipples pointed towards the reflection like taunting fingers.  She
continued to sweep down her body, looking at her widened hips, the empty
space between her legs, the way her panties hugged the lips of her vulva.
She had thigh gap and a camel toe!

   She grabbed her breasts and felt their heaviness in her hands.  She
grabbed her mound, the empty space between her legs, the fat lips of her
pussy and the hot button between them.  She sent up a silent prayer,
begging for all of this to be some horrid nightmare and to wake up in his
bed before any of this ever happened.  And then she felt herself grow
aroused, she felt the sensation of her wetness slide down from deep inside
of her.  She hated the feeling but was overcome by desire.  She was horny
and her vulva begged to be touched.  She rubbed up and down and around
clumsily getting acquainted with her privates.  She couldn't stand the
empty ache between her legs and the feeling of her vulva's lips sliding
around as she pushed her fingers harder up against herself.  She hated but
she couldn't stop.  Steven pulled her panties down and looked at her lips
and the reflection of her lips in the mirror.  She traced her fingers up
and down and flicked her clitoris softly.  She let out a breathy sigh and
moaned.  She sat back on the floor and spread her legs in front of the
mirror.  At a certain point in her spreading, she felt and saw her lips
part.  It was a simply indescribably horrible sensation, the sensation of
emptiness was replaced by a sensation of a gaping hole - a mouth almost,
screaming.  She cried out and closed her legs, only to feel the awful lips
touch again.  She opened and closed her legs several times, wincing each
time she felt the lips separate or touch.  With a tremling hand she felt
her stomach, imagining all the foul female internal organs that lay
beneath... ovaries, a womb, a cervix... Her shaking hand slid down towards
her emasculated groin where it lingered on her puffy pubic mound.  She
grabbed and pulled at the mound, disbelieving the sensation could possibly
be real.  Then her hand slid further until her trembling fingertips found
the first parting of skin at the top of her labia lips.  This was the
place... this was where her penis once was, she prodded and could feel a
tiny peanut sized bump that was her new clitoris head.  Her penis was now a
clitoris!  Hidden at the top of some awful child birthing lips, and so so
tiny.  She began crying again at the injustice of it all, whilst ironically
she also felt herself become aroused.  Her engorging clitoris felt tiny,
but she also felt some strange swelling within her actual labia lips and
deeper inside.  It felt alien and awful, yet at the same time she was
aroused.  She ran a finger in between the lips, letting out a startled cry
at the sensation.  She grabbed the lips and tried to push them together,
screaming into the mirror that they need to fuse shut.  Pulling at her lips
in shock, she tried to rid her body of these unwelcome body parts, but just
like her hated breasts, the pulling only caused pain - she was still a
girl.

   She felt a another unwelcome sensation..  wetness, oozing from her
vagina into her slit.  Her unwelcome arousal was gaining momentum, she
grabbed her ruined groin in her hand and screamed again as two fingers slid
in between her lips and touched the entrance to her new vagina causing her
to convulse involuntarily in shock.

   She ran her finger up to the slick hole and used her wetness to touch up
against her clitoris again.  She watched in the mirror with a feeling
somewhere between arousal and horror.  If she kept looking in the mirror
and focused her eyes only on what she was doing she could pretend that she
was watching someone else touch themselves.  But the sensation of her own
fingers on her skin reminded her that it wasn't somebody else's vulva, it
was hers.  She fingered her hole and pressed against it, watching first her
finger tip and then knuckle by knuckle until she had buried her finger as
far as it would go into her cunt.  She screamed.  Her vagina pulsed against
her finger and she slipped it in and out rhythmically, her hips bucking as
the pressure built and more and more wetness poured out of her until she
came writhing against the floor.  Her whole vulva contracted rhythmically
and she squirted for the first time as a girl.  The sensation of her
pulsating vagina was almost like swallowing!  She could feel in
rhythmically pulsating inside her while her clitoris and the labia lips
tingled and throbbed in unison.  It was so shocking she became light
headed, staring at the pulsating vagina entrance between her legs and the
spray of liquid that had saturated her panties.  She fell into
unconsciousness...

   ************

   In the coming days she refused to leave her room, eating all of her
meals in there and not wanting to be seen.  She covered the mirrors and
tried to avoid her new body but it begged to be touched often.  She pulled
at her breasts and her nipples, burying her fingers in her cunt, rubbing
her clitoris until she came.  She hated it more with each dreadful
encounter.  It felt like she was raping her own body several times a day
but her new body was insatiable.

   One day there was a sharp knock at the door.

   "What?" cried Steven moodily.

   "The police are here.  They'd like to talk to you."

   Steven opened the door slowly to find her father and two police officers
standing in the hall.  When they saw her they took a step back, visibly
disturbed by the fact that Steven was no longer a boy.

   "Son--uh, ma'am," the officer dropped his gaze to his feet and shifted
uncomfortably.  "We know that this situation has been difficult for you and
your father.  What happened to you shouldn't have ever happened.  The court
is in the process of expunging your record so that it's like none of this
ever happened." Steven snorted derisively and looked down at her female
body and then back up at the police officer.  "Well, that most of this
never happened." He coughed.  "We know that you have been wronged and so
we're here to ask if you'd like to press charges.  The young woman who
falsely accused you filed a false police report and perjured herself during
your trial and the nurse who injected you did so in direct violation of a
court order."

   Steven jumped up from the edge of her bed.  She screamed.  She spread
her legs and thrust her mound in their direction gesticulating wildly. 
"Those people ruined my body and my life.  This, this, is permanent.  They
deserve to be punished for what they did to me.  I want to see them pay."

   Steven's father nodded.  "What happened here could have been avoided. 
My son, is now my daughter, and there is nothing that we can do to change
that.  This has caused irreparable damage to both him...her...and I."

   The police officer nodded solemnly.  "We thought you might say that, so
we came with the papers you'd have to sign.  We figured you might not want
to leave your house just yet.  Were charging Fiona, the girl who falsely
accused you, with grievous bodily harm"

   Steven sat down and began to cry... Having her new body described in
that way kind of explained how she now felt.  She imagined someone having
lost a leg or arm might feel that way, the way she felt about her manhood.
But being a girl was so much more invasive and overwhelming because her new
genitals just felt so wrong and were just so much on display to the
world... She decided that grievous bodily harm was nowhere near close to
describing her experience... But it was better than nothing...

   In the weeks before the trial Steven had new birth certificate issued as
a female, and had much counselling.  It achieved little, except her
grudging acceptance of a girls name..  Stephanie...

   *********

   Being back in the court room this time not having to defend himself gave
Stephanie a weird feeling.  Somewhat like when her father had decided to
feminize his name, now that calling him Steven with the body that he had
didn't really fit.  It gave her the same hollow feeling.

   "The last time you were in this court room, you had a very different
experience didn't you, Stephanie?" The lawyer asked her gently.

   "Yes."

   "In fact, the last time you were here, you were a boy weren't you?"

   "Yes, I was." There was murmur among the jury.  The judge banged her
gavel and called for order.

   "Can you tell the court about the events leading up to your
transformation?"

   Stephanie turned to the jury and spoke earnestly.  "Fiona lured me to
her room.  She touched me between my legs, when I was still a boy.  She
encouraged me me to touch her between her legs too, but when her father
walked into the room she didn't want him to know so she acted like I had
tried to assault her." Stephanie looked at Fiona who dropped her head in
shame.  "I gave her the chance to tell the truth but she didn't and then I
was found guilty of attempted rape and sexual assault."

   "Did you commit those crimes?"

   "No," Stephanie said firmly.  "I did not."

   "Then what happened?"

   "I was taken to a facility for sexual offenders that the court has
deemed at high risk of committing more violent sexual crimes.  There, they
were going to inject me with a virus to make me into a girl so I couldn't
hurt any one else."

   "Even though you hadn't actually hurt any one?"

   "Correct," said Stephanie as her eyes filled with tears.  "I didn't do
anything wrong.  But when it came time to inject me, the nurses taunted me.
They told me I was going to be just like them.  Then there was a knock at
the door and they were told to stop because Fiona had admitted that she
lied and I was innocent." A tear slid down her cheek.  "I fought and I
tried to stop her, I begged, but I was strapped down and I couldn't move.
The nurse said that she had a job to do and that I, like every other man,
was a danger and needed to be fixed before I could hurt anyone." She
stifled a sob.  "Then she injected me.  For a more than a week I had a
fever, I was in pain, my body changed..  I became a girl!  And there was
nothing that I could do about it...."

   The lawyer nodded sympathetically.  "Is there anything else you want the
court or the defendants to know?"

   Stephanie turned to the defence bench, Fiona looked away but the head
nurse had no remorse.  "You ruined my life.  You lied, and because of that
lie, because you didn't want to get in trouble, my entire life and body got
taken away from me.  I was strapped down and violated, like you claimed to
have been, but you weren't.  I was.  You have no idea what it was like to
have my body betray me, to turn into something that it isn't.  It was not
only a painful experience emotionally, it was painful physically.  I felt
as if something was consuming my penis and balls!  And the feeling of the
slit opening between my legs and this godawful vagina burrowing into me
like some parasitic worm!!!" Her voice became hysterical.  She stood up,
white knuckled on the witness stand.  "I hate what my body has become.  I
miss my penis!" She pulled her shirt open and exposed her breasts.  The
entire courtroom gasped.  The judge's gavel sat suspended mid-air, frozen
in disbelief and horror.  "I hate that when I wake up in the morning, I
have to feel and look at these!" She clawed at her naked breasts.  She
pulled down her panties and skirt and showed the entire room her naked and
perfectly shaped vulva.  She grabbed and pulled at it, "this is what you
made me.  You destroyed my body.  Ive got a vulva now!  Its so empty!  A
vagina for giving birth!!!  I hate being a girl, it just feels so awful!!!"
The judge finally gained some composure and brought her gavel down.

   "Order.  I want order in my court.  Bailiff, please remove this young
lady from the witness stand and from my courtroom." She banged her gavel a
few more times until Stephanie had been dragged out of court still
hysterical and the room quieted down again.  But no matter how much she
called the room to order, she couldn't make the people inside the gallery
forget what they had seen.  Their pale and worried faces showed that they
understood the gravity of what had happened to Stephanie.  The men clamped
their legs closer, touched their penises to make sure they were still
there, and the women though of their sons, their brothers and fathers, and
husbands and what they would do if a false accusation caused them to be
turned into girls.

   *********

   When the jury returned from deliberation, the courtroom grew hushed. 
Everyone in the courtroom strained to hear and see the jurors.  Stephanie,
who had composed herself, sat at the prosecution's desk anxiously.

   "Has the jury reached a verdict," asked the judge.

   "Yes, we have, your honour."

   "Will the first defendant, Fiona Rivers, please stand to hear the
verdict?" Fiona stood up and wrung her hands, silent tears sliding down her
face.

   "On the charges of grievous bodily harm and falsification of a police
report, how do you find?"

   "Guilty," said the foreperson.  Fiona let out a low wail.

   "On the charge of bearing false witness and committing perjury, how do
you find?"

   "Guilty." Fiona sank bank into her seat crying.

   "Will the second defendant please stand?" The head nurse stood up and
winked at Stephanie before turning to the jury.  "On the charge of grievous
bodily harm, how do you find?"

   "Guilty."

   The nurse shook her head bitterly and sat down.

   The judge sighed and took her glasses off.  She rubbed the bridge of her
nose and put them back on.  "We have heard testimony and seen some truly
shocking things today.  We have seen the justice system fail this ...girl,
in a gross miscarriage of justice.  Fiona," the judge turned to Fiona,
"your lies have changed the lives of this young woman and her family
forever.  You will have to carry the guilt of that for the rest of your
life." The judge turned to the head nurse, "and you have shamed your
profession by allowing your personal feelings to dictate how you give
medical treatment.  You have both shown a complete and total disregard for
truth and justice.  As a result, this court has seen fit to punish you with
100 hours of community service each."

   Stephanie shot up.  "What?  Are you fucking kidding me?"

   The judge brought her gavel down once again.  "Order, not another
outburst from you or you will be held in contempt of court!"

   "I was falsely accused of trying to sexually touching somebody and was
changed into a girl.  Because of them!  They ruin my body and they get
community service?!!!!"

   The judge shrugged and put down her gavel.  "Half of the world is
female, it's not like you are suffering alone.  We have all lived our lives
as females from birth and we're doing just fine, so will you."

   Stephanie rushed out of the courtroom and pushed past the reporters
outside.  Her father attempted to shield her as he ushered her to the car.
She wept bitterly in the back seat, not believing how everything had played
out.  She just couldn't believe it.

   And all attempts to get her life back to normal were consistently shut
down.  Following the court decision and the coverage of the case and
Stephanie's description of her female body had sparked outrage amongst the
girls and feminists across the country.  It seemed that almost every day
Stephanie received packages filled with panties, photos of breasts and
vulvas, and letters taunting and berating Stephanie and telling her that
now she would know what it was like to be like them.  She was sent videos
of girls mocking her by pretending to pull their breasts off and videos of
girls opening and closing their legs mocking her screaming has their vulva
lips opened and closed.  She even received videos of girls giving birth! 
Sometimes to actual babies, but more often to large vegetables and other
items.  Stephanie's life was a nightmare.  She was trapped in a body she
loathed, and yet she was powerless to do anything about...

   But Stephanie's nightmare was about to get worse....
   (to be continued!!!)