Becca's Story Part 1
Becca and Luke had been dating for about twelve months when they brokeup. 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 - 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.
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; despite the fact that she was attracted to guys as well, she wanted something truly feminine to stroke and touch and kiss. When she wanted a girl, she wanted a girl.
When she looked back on that night later, she would recall that the sex that night had been amazing; their bodies flowing together, Becca's blonde curls mingling with her lover's straight, fiery locks. She would remember the feel of their breasts pressing together as they kissed, the frisson of excitement that came in the brief moment she realised she was about to fuck someone of her own sex, and there was nothing she wanted more.
Becca's expert tongue reached into that girl's pussy, and attacked her clit furiously. The redhead came more than once, before kissing Becca's cute mouth and tasting her own pussy on her red lips. She turned Becca over, and returned the favour as only a woman can; in kind. Her tongue ran up Becca's smooth thigh, to her cunt, still adorned with well-groomed hair and then, after Becca had had her own share of pleasure, and tasted her own womanhood on the lips of the other girl, they lay 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. Their hands stroked one another's butts, and finally found their way to one another's eager, sore pussies, their clits straining to feel the gentle strokes, getting faster, faster, until once again, together this time, they climaxed, and, at long last spent, fell into one another's arms and sleep.
It's not hard 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. She made the decision 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. A girl called Claire heard it, and was suddenly excited that the girl she'd seen with the guy who was doing the master's in her department might be queer, and might not be with him much longer; she'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.
Somehow, 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? Who can say? 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. Later, she'd wonder 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 Claire had heard about during her own medical course, but the test hadn't been tried on a human.
The PhD student was a guy called Dan. The way he looked at women said everything about the way he treated female students. The guy wasn't just a lech, 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. There were 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? He wouldn't 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. Maybe 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 en 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.