Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 03:03:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Exilimar <jeff_exilimar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stop In Nevada

	"Why couldn't we have just taken highway 15 straight into Vegas?",
Mike said.

	Practically ignoring his friend of six years, William gunned the
gas, propelling the four door Mercury down the two lane road.

	Marcus looked up from his Game Boy. "You know how Will is,
Mike. Never met a new road he didn't like.  We came into Vegas by 15 last
year, and by god, he's not gonna roll over the same pavement twice if he
can avoid it."

	Mike shifted his five foot nine frame around in the front seat and
tried to get comfortable, much like Paul had in the back. The four friends
were a story in contrasts, with them all being so different. Mike was a
short guy of Midwestern farm Irish stock. Paul, crashed out in back, was a
stocky Puerto Rican kid. Marcus was a tall, thin, brown haired guy who just
screamed continental European. And Will, the mixed mutt of Central Europe:
broad, stocky, dark haired, and of considerable size. And they'd been
friends for a while. But this was their second trip into Sin City, and Will
had the decent car, so Will got to drive. But he didn't like going the same
way twice. The only problem being, there's not a whole lot of different
ways into LV. So here they were, snaking along a two lane highway with
Nellis AFB somewhere off in the distance as they moved south towards their
appointment at the various casinos in that most alluring of cities.

	Will, however, was enjoying the drive. He'd gotten the Merc two
years ago, and it was the car he'd always wanted. Vintage four-door early
sixties, with a V-8 and not a lot of care how he put it to use. Slowly
along this trip, the speedometer had climbed upward and upward as he gained
more confidence in his driving, despite the unfamiliar roads. It was as
close to flying as he'd get, he figured, driving this fast next to an Air
Force base. He wondered what went on there.

	The road climbed and turned, taking it through a narrow cleft which
probably would open out into another one of the valleys that stretched
across central Nevada. But this one would be filled with oncoming lights,
and a bright flash, and the smell of cordite.

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

	Will came to, in a hospital bed of some sort. His motion was
noticed by the nurse, who immediately left.  She came back with a full bird
Colonel, and then left. The Colonel sat down next to him.

	"Son, we've some problems. You see, it's partially our fault you're
here. We'd bust the pilot that was using that supposedly closed off two
lane road for practice bombing, but when he'd realized he'd hit someone, he
drove his F-111 into the side of a mountain. Another problem was, that to
save you, we had to take you here, to a rather special research
installation instead of a civilian hospital. But that's a mixed
blessing. While you're not going to be able to move around here much, we
may be the only ones who can help you. You see, son, you're paralyzed. Your
buddies, they're going to pull through, the worst one being Paul who lost a
spleen to the window handle."

	Will couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hit by an Air Force
bomb? Paralyzed while his buddies would eventually walk away? How dare this
Colonel say these things. "How... How can you help? Goddamnit, I don't want
to be an invalid!"

	"Well, there's more than just fast airplanes and new weapons being
developed here. Away from prying eyes, and all that. We've got a treatment
that will essentially rebuild your body, kinda like them Star Wars books.
You get an idea like that into some of these kids heads, and they'll not
let it go! But it's experimental. They say it's worked on bunny rabbits and
frogs and such, but they haven't tried it on a human being. So this is the
deal. If you volunteer, the Air Force gives you a congressman's retirement
salary for good or for ill. If you should pass on, we'll make sure your
family gets some money, I think the standard is about five mill or so. If
not, you'll get the base settlement, ruled on time and time again in
federal courts, and you'll get by, but in section eight apartments and VA
hospitals once the settlement money runs out. Trust me kid, even five to
ten million doesn't last when you're a medical wreck like you are now. I'm
not saying that we don't have a burden to bear on this, the state of Nevada
was supposed to block that road off, and the real culprit is a small pile
of ash on some butte out there. You need our help, and we need yours. Think
about it, son."

	The Colonel walked out, leaving Will with his shattered body. If
this experiment went wrong... well, his family would be taken care of. If
he came back like this, he'd be nothing but a drain on their time, and
eventually, their resources. He was sure that he'd not leave until the Air
Force had sanitized the crash scene. And a life like this wasn't worth
thinking about. When he woke up, he'd tell the Colonel yes...

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

	"You said that there shouldn't be any problems! This is... this is
an unmitigated disaster! Are you sure? I mean you can't see inside the
tube. Light, well, practically any radiation would destroy the rebuilding
cells. Are you sure?"
	"We just didn't see this as a problem. We really didn't track it
with the lower species, they're just given to us as a group. We didn't
notice this one commonality with the... wow, just five test subjects before
you brought us this. Five test subjects, just five, and you're surprised
there's a problem. This project should have been another six years before
human testing before a Mark 84 dummy bomb put that kid in there."
	"Can you do anything? Is there some way to stop it?"
	"Do you want the kid dead?"
	"Only if that's the only way. But then... it'll be four."

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

	William woke up, and the first thing he felt was a severe sence of
vertigo. Nothing seemed to be quite right. The procedure had started by
immersing him in some sort of soup, which he couldn't feel. After that,
nothing.  But as he looked into the ceiling, there was just a feeling that
there was something fundamentally different. Trying to shift, he found he
couldn't. Both because he was physically drained from the procedure, but
more curiously because he could feel he was in some sort of total restraint
system. His body was strapped down tight and he couldn't look down the
length of his bed, but the best thing was that he could feel these
sensations.

	The cameras must have alerted someone to his conciousness, because
soon after he started moving his head around to look about, the Colonel and
some new doctor came in and sat on opposite sides of his bed.

	"Hey, Colonel. It must have worked. I can feel again. I don't know
if I can move about, but I can wiggle fingers and toes, so that looks
good..." He noticed the look on the Colonels face. "What's wrong? Is it
phantom feelings? What?"

	"Um, no. But there's been a problem. A big one. I can't really
describe it too well, and hell, I'm a military man. I'm just here to let
you know we stand by our pledge. If you can... adjust... you'll not want
for anything. It was our bomb. Crap."

	William pivoted his head to look at the doctor. "Ok, what's wrong?
Am I hideous? Deformed? Crippled?"
	The doctor, Dr. Ayrens, looked down at William. "No. What we
encountered was due to inadequate testing.  The chemical bath worked to
perfection, you're not 'deformed' or 'crippled' in any way. But due to the
fact that you were only the sixth subject tested with this technique, we
encountered a new phenomenon, one that perhaps can be fixed for later test
subjects, but has already manifested in you. You see, the chemicals rebuild
you on a cellular level, slowly replacing damaged cells with new ones so
you don't 'die', but eventually every cell in your body is replaced.
Genetic defects are quietly eliminated if they stray out of norm, we just
didn't count on one factor. You see, the procedure sees the 'Y' chromosome
as defective, with it's atrophied form. The bath sees this, and using your
'X' chromosome, it's rebuilt your 'Y'. The cells form from there."

	Silence hung there for a long time before the doctor spoke
again. "The bath... it rebuilt you in perfect health. As a woman."

	"You... you're kidding me."

	"No. I wish I was. Because of the system, you're physiologically
about sixteen to eighteen years of age, although we'll document you at
twenty two. But..." The doctor had the Colonel wheel over a full-length
mirror, turned sideways.

	William looked into the mirror, and staring back at him was a
girl's face. Dark hair slewed haphazardly over the pillow, a little short,
but the face was undeniably feminine. Tracing his eyes down the length of
the mirror, he now saw that the girl in it was far shorter than his own 6'
5" frame... probably about 5'5"... and the unmistakable bulge of her
breasts broke the silhouette of the blanket covering her body on the
medical bed. The bed he currently occupied. Tears started to well in
his... his? Her? What? As panic and confusion began to overwhelm, the
injection of a sedative went unnoticed.

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

	Three months later, after a good deal of counseling and physical
rehabilitation and retraining, the Colonel walked into Williams... no,
Emily's room. "How's it going, Emily? Are you getting to the point of
reentering the real world out there?"

	"I suppose. My memories of even simple things like walking were
getting in the way. It was a lot harder to get over my past stride and get
used to having these." She gestured to her bosom. "It's been... strange. I
don't know how 'girly' I'm going to be. I'm not exactly a real girl. I'll
probably end up dyking out."

	"Whatever. Your personal life, as long as it doesn't compromise
this facility, isn't really our concern. Lord knows that there are some
places in the U.S. where you can be whatever you want to be. But I'm
talking about the personal adjustments. You know that 'William' was
declared dead and was buried almost two months ago. You can't go 'home'."
After watching Emily nod, he continued. "That being the case, we've set up
your friends in decent jobs back in your town, they were told about the
procedure before the problem. So they know about your change, and several
of our people here think it would help you adjust if you had at least a
small 'support structure' as you 'reintegrate'."

	"They know? Jeez, I don't know how much 'support' they'll be."

	"Be that as it may, we've managed to slowly place them all here in
this apartment complex. It's a four- place bungalow type, so you'll each
have your own private apartment. In addition, your apartment, A, will have

several 'panic' buttons you can press for help if you're overwhelmed,
crash, assaulted, or such."

	"You're not going to have me on camera, are you?"

	"No. God forbid you found one and blew this place. Scandals we
don't need, missy."

	"Missy?!"

	"You better get used to it, you'll probably hear it from time to
time."

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

	Emily pulled her car into the back garage of her new home. Climbing
out with a small purse and a bookbag containing her new identity, she
walked down the main walkway past the back three apartments.  Looking over,
she couldn't see into the darkened windows, and idly wondered if the guys
were home. Unlocking the door, she walked in to a nicely, if sparsely
furnished apartment. Being the front one, it'd been designed for a family,
with a largish master bedroom and two fairly small rooms aside. If the
other apartments were typical, B and C would be two bedrooms, and D would
be a one bedroom, with a nice largish patio. These places had been stamped
out in the hundreds in the late 70's, and anyone who'd delivered pizza
could have drawn the layout from memory.

	Tossing the purse, why'd she have to have a purse. All the training
and counseling had tried to prepare her for this, but she was still
bothered by it all. Damnit, she was a guy. She then quickly placed the
bookbag on the desk in the first room off the hallway, where there'd been
placed a desk, and then plopped in front of the TV to finish off the
day. Motivation was not exactly a strong point with her right now.

	With a good deal of relief, she found that Oprah still sickened
her, and Dr. Phil was intolerable. Soap Operas were a total wash, and most
of the late afternoon was spent hunting for the almost guaranteed showings
of Law And Order and CSI. In the three months she'd been out, she'd noticed
that there was a lot more of the Miami on than before. After several hours
of TV, she went to take a shower before bed.

	Starting the water running, she began what in many ways was the
hardest part of the transformation.  Bathrooms, by their very design, are
meant for one to look at one's self and Emily had a lot of difficulty with
that.  Not because she was ugly, rather the opposite. The female body in
the mirror wasn't her, and all the William in her found her really nice to
look at. Emily didn't really want to consider sex at this point, being as
confused as she was, and the incredibly attractive girl in the mirror was
both an enticement and a sign of everything lost. It wouldn't be stroking a
hard-on while looking at a pretty girl's breasts, it would be rubbing a
clitoris while ogling his... her...  whatever... own breasts, and that was
a disquieting enough thought to see her through the shower.

	Going into the bedroom, she opened up the dresser drawers looking
for sleepwear. While the Air Force had included a lot of teddies and other
lingerie, someone had been decent enough to include a set of conservative
cut, if silk, pajamas. Slipping them on, she crashed into bed and cried
herself to sleep.

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

	Emily woke up the next morning, and got herself back together. This
all was so trying, especially now that she was away from the Air Force base
and on her own. All alone, it was harder to deal with even day-to-day
problems, not to mention the mess her mind had become. Narcissism taken to
a whole different level as it were.  Some time in the mid afternoon, there
was a knock on her door. Thinking that here was her first solicitor, she
was more than mildly surprised to find her three friends at the door,
apparently bearing housewarming gifts.

	"Um, hi. It's Emily now, right?", Mike said. After Emily nodded
yes, Mike continued. "Well, that Colonel told us all about what
happened. It's just so hard to believe, right guys?" Both Paul and Marcus
nodded. "Yeah, so he told us that we were supposed to help you out now, or
we'd like lose our good jobs and stuff. We don't want that and all, so here
we are, all ready to help. We've got a game system, a surround sound
system, and a stack of discs full of your mp3's before your computer was
wiped."

	"That's great. I wasn't looking forward to trying to rebuild that
collection, guys." William's... now Emily's mp3 collection had been large
and esoteric. "Come on in, I guess. There's not a lot of stuff in here. I
haven't even thought what I want to do to the place."

	Paul laid down the game system. "It's ok to do whatever you
want. Unlike a lot of places, you can paint over the walls. It's not
'official', but it's obvious that the gov'ment owns this place and wants us
happy rather than talking."

	Marcus sat carefully down on the couch. It didn't take much for
Emily to notice that Marcus' eyes hadn't left her since she opened the
door. It was a little creepy, but having known Marcus before, she began to
understand some of the problems he'd had dating. William had tried to
disabuse him of some of his notions before, but maybe Emily'd have more
luck.

	After a bit of small talk, it was revealed that Marcus was now
working at a shipping firm, handling the automated sorter. His years of
watching a game screen was really paying off as he could readily identify
wrong scan codes and destination errors. Paul was placed with his father's
steel firm, but inside the administration office as an IT tech. Wires and
IP's and such filled his day, and when it didn't, there was always the four
or five hundred chat rooms he'd frequent. Mark was placed in a high end
security establishment, a far cry from guard duty he'd pulled out of high
school. Zoom-cams, security checkpoints, and tasers were now the order of
the day.

	All of this left Emily confused. While not their "ideal" careers,
with the possible exception of Paul (who'd be the most trouble anyway),
they seemed content in what they were given. She was given this, and
certainly wasn't content. She didn't know what she wanted, let alone what
she wanted to do. But her ne'er-do-well friends seemed to be tracking right
in the aftermath.

	After one of those awkward pauses that invariably crops up after a
deep conversation such as that, probably not helped by Emily's
retrospective, the decision was made to go shopping for stuff in Emily's
apartment.  The resolution was passed 3 to zero, with one assention by
apathy...

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

	Three months had passed by, and Emily had to admit the guys had
been fairly supportive. While they'd gotten new careers and had more
freedom, their social lives were at a practical zero still. It sorta
bothered Emily, but she was reaping the benefits due to the amount of time
they were spending with her. And with poor Marcus' upbringing, she
didn't... or rather the Air Force didn't... have to pay for her meals when
they went out. Marcus couldn't wrap his mind around that the change was all
external, and for the most part, they'd all given up on trying to change
him.

	It was at this time, on a Friday night, when they were all in her
living room and they'd just finished watching a movie. Not wanting to start
another one so late, they just flipped around until they hit the middle of
a movie on Cinemax. This being a weekend night after 11pm, they weren't
showing last year's Oscar winning movies.  The guys got really quiet when
the girls on screen got naked. This bothered Emily, because even if she
allowed herself to watch, she wasn't willing to do what was nessasary to
bring her some relief. She got up and went into the kitchen to slyly
protest the choice of programming. Maybe it wouldn't be a long scene and
they'd lose interest in it.

	After a minute or two in the kitchen, she felt kinda silly, and
walked to the doorway. While the action on the screen was still going on,
with a pair of very attractive girls being rubbed on and rubbed together by
some guy, she couldn't help but look at her friends. It was obvious that
they were very aroused by what was on TV, their bodies very still except
for an odd shift in an effort to find some comfort in their clothes. The
only one she could see the whole length of body of was Marcus, and she was
surprised at the size of the bulge in his pants...

	Shaking her head, she retreated for a moment back into the
kitchen. What the hell was happening. She'd just checked out some
guys... another guys... package. Yeah, she... he... whatever, didn't have a
'package' any more, but damnit, that wasn't right anyway, or either. It was
just the late hour, and the fact that sex was out for her. It just wouldn't
happen. She pulled herself back together and went and sat down in her chair
to watch the movie. The action had stopped for a bit, allowing the three
guys to catch a breather. Soon enough, though, another scene started up
with two different girls all alone. They were going at it rather hot and
heavy, and the room got really quiet. When that scene ended and some
pointless non-plot scene came on, Mark leaned back and turned to Emily.

	"Did that do... y'know, anything for you? I mean, we used to watch
this stuff all the time. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can throw us
out."

	"Um, well, yeah it does. I mean, I do remember all that and what I
liked. It's just that I don't have the means anymore to do anything."

	Marcus looked up. "What? You mean it doesn't work down there?"

	"NO! I mean, no. I mean, I don't know. I don't do anything like
that since... it just wouldn't be right."

	"Oh. I guess. But it's what you've got." Marcus shrugged.

	With that, the last scene came on, this time featuring the heroine
of this little story breaking free of her Sapphic tendencies and finding
her one true male love. During this, while keeping an eye on the action,
Emily found herself thinking about that flippant statement Marcus had
made. It was, after all, the only form of release she had, why shouldn't
she try it out. The more the thought rolled in her mind, the more she began
to fidget, trying to find comfort, when she really wanted release. Finally,
it got to the point where the guys noticed.

	"Are you alright?", Paul asked. "You seem to be all twitchy."

	"No... I... I think we should at least watch something
different. I'm... um..."

	"Horny?", piped up Marcus.

	"Oh... yeah. I guess that's the word I'll have to go with. Just
turn the channel."

	Paul harrumphed, and switched to one of the late night talk
shows. Emily, however, wasn't able to keep all those thoughts in her head
under control. She'd been fighting hormonal inputs, erotic thoughts, and
confusion for six months now, and frankly, she was about to burst. She
stopped thinking, and let the images and feelings in her head cascade,
older images from William's fantasies colliding with the new realities of
Emily's endocrine system.

	Mike looked over at the glassy eyed Emily. "Em, you ok?"

	"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Guys, I think you all need to leave."

	"Why?", Marcus piped up.

	"I think," Mike said, "She needs some alone time."

	Paul giggled.

	Emily blushed a deep red. "Well, yeah. I need to do something about
this. It's... I can't describe it. Sorry, guys, but this is a little
overwhelming."

	"Can we help?" Marcus asked.

	At this moment, time froze. It was easily the most naïve question
ever asked, as Marcus clearly didn't have a concept of what Emily was
feeling right now. None. Silence overwhelmed the group.  And somewhere
inside of Emily, a little image William had come across popped into her
head and she couldn't get it out.

	"Yeah."

	There was a stretch of silence. "W... what?" Mike stammered.

	"Listen, if you guys want to help, I'll take
it. But... but... you've all got to do it, here, now, or it's off. I don't
know forever or not, but if it doesn't happen here, now, I'll probably
forget the whole thing."

	"But you were..."

	"I WAS. I can't... it's not... it's now or never... and I'll need
to do something anyway. So either you all go, or you all stay and agree to
do what I need."

	With that, she pulled off her top, and undid the bra. Her milky
white 36C breasts stood out, as they'd not fought gravity but for a handful
of months. There was an audible gasp, from which guy, she didn't
see. Finally Mike asked "What about... y'know, pregnancy?"

	As Emily unsnapped her jeans and began to pull them and her panties
off, she said "I'm loaded on that five-year Norplant. They didn't want me
to get into that kind of trouble..." Slowly her long legs were revealed,
and the guys looked and it was obvious to them that this wasn't another
guy, that this really was a girl. A gorgeous naked girl right in front of
them.

	"What... what do we need to do?" Paul asked.

	"You in? You ALL in?"

	They shook their heads.

	"Ok, strip."

	In her excited state, Emily pushed past William's predjudices, and
really took notice of her friends' penises. Mike was about average, a
little on the slim side. Paul's was a little stubby, but quite fat. And
Marcus, what god had failed to give him in tact and brains, and
overcompensated with a huge organ.

	"Oooooook." Emily gasped. "I need for you, Mike to get a little
white tube out of the top drawer in my room.  Bring it back in
here. Marcus, get a pillow, and lay face up on the floor."

	Marcus streached out on the ground before Emily, his now hardened
penis straining for the sky. Emily watched as Paul nervously stared at
it. "Don't worry, Paul, you're not going to have to touch it." Mike
re-entered the room holding the small container. "Ok, Mike, I need you to
take that tube and squirt it on your penis. No questions."

	Emily then took a deep breath. Once she did this, there wasn't any
going back. In her mind, William would be in the back...

	She lifted up and straddled the prone Marcus, who suddenly had a
panicked expression on his face. Before he could do anything, Emily felt
the length of that enormous penis... that cock... slide up into
her... HER... vagina.  It was exquisite. She slumped forward, draping her
lithe body over the trembling Marcus. She pulled Mike's hand and maneuvered
him until he was standing over Marcus' legs... and her posterior. She then
gently grabbed his penis, slick with the lubricant, to her anal opening and
put the tip in there. Finally caught up in the moment, Mike pushed into
her, and a second penis began to fill her insides with it's manly
warmth. Finally, she waved Paul over.  Flexing her hips, she began to move
on the two hot rods that filled her bottom, and then took the third into
her mouth. Oh, what a sensation it was. A little part of William protested
this last violation of his body, but the newer Emily persona had done
without under very trying circumstances, and was enjoying the feel of the
fat tube of flesh in her mouth while two others filled her most private
parts. Marcus, bless him, had begun to suck on her breasts, and that sent
her over the edge. Shuddering her way to orgasm, it started a chain
reaction. Suddenly warm liquid...  semen... come... started filling her
vagina, her ass, her mouth.

	When Mark and Paul pulled away, Emily collapsed to the side of
Marcus, who disentangled himself from her. As Emily began to make small
noises of pleasure while drifting off to sleep, the three guys who'd known
her as a man looked at each other in bewilderment. Embarrassment at the
moment... the three of them naked, standing over their former friend... led
them to dress awkwardly and leave in silence after throwing a blanket over
Emily.

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

	The four of them would get together like that about once a month,
and it was a regular occasion for one of them to spend a night alone with
Emily. Eventually, Paul and Mike found girlfriends of their own, and some
of them, Emily had even shared. But eventually, they found 'the one', and
she served as maid-of-honor at their weddings. Marcus, sweet, slow, Marcus,
however, was socially inept. It was here William's old memories of his
little quirks and intents and problems allowed Emily to be the only girl on
the planet who could put up with him. And besides, it was all the other
girls' fault for not putting any effort into finding out about him past the
problems. So eventually Emily, in an act of pity, kindness, and selfishness
(he really did have a big penis), married her best friend. They celebrated
by making another stop in Nevada...

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The stuff my TS Friends ask me to write.
I don't mind, they're actually good people.

Feel free to write back if you enjoyed the story. I don't know if this is a
"comeback" for me or an isolated incident...

jeff_exilimar@yahoo.com
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