My Mistake

by Soronel Haetir

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Drunk/Drugged, Science Fiction, Light Bond, First, Body Modification, Caution, Transformation, .

Desc: Sex Story: A hitchhiker walking down a loney highway makes a bad decision (or is it?)


Copyright┬ę 2005 Soronel Haetir

It had been two days since the... transformation. Hell, who am I kidding. I have no idea how long it's been now. So much has changed, and none of it that I liked. These people are psychotic, and they know it. Two days ago, or whenever the hell it was, I had been hitch hiking near the Oregon-California border, heading north. It was pretty country, mostly forested, and the sun was shining through the dense trees.

A van pulled up beside me, two guys inside. They looked clean and ordinary, probably college students somewhere. They offered and I accepted. I had done it before, and would probably have done it again if I weren't in the mess I've landed in. I stowed my gear in the back, just a backpack really and moved up to the rear passenger seat. I noticed both were big guys, broad in the shoulders.

"Gotta drop off some stuff at a place up ahead, won't take long."

"Sure. Thanks for the lift."

"Where you headed?"

"Seattle right now. started in Mississippi in May. Have to get back to school in August. Other than that, will just have to see."

"Sounds fun, wish I could get away like that."

"Only chance I'm gonna get to do it. Probably wouldn't want to again anyway."

"I hear ya."

We turned off onto a dirt road, I figured for the drop off, no big deal to me. The building we arrived at surprised me, it was a basic metropolital office complex, three floors, lots of glass, white. The lot was paved, but most of it was empty.

"Hang tight, be back in a flash." The other passenger picked up a small box and both got out. This is when the strange things started happening, the doors locked and the van started up again. Then it popped into gear and started driving around the side. There was a garage there and I really wasn't liking this. I tried stomping on the brakes and turning the wheel, but got nothing. The car rolled through the garage door and the door lowered behind me, cutting off the outside world and everything normal.

I tried the door again, no good. That's when I noticed the hissing sound. I was able to bang on the window one more time before sliding into unconsciousness.

I woke some time later. It took awhile, everything was fuzzy. The light overhead was too bright, and the background humming was too loud.

It didn't take long for me to wake up after realizing I was strapped down. Even my head, though I was able to look down and see I was naked, an IV stuck in my arm. At least it was warm, aren't these sorts of things supposed to be cold?

Some guy in a white coat, great. Mostly bald. glasses, you know, you typical freakin' mad scientist type. "Hey, what the fuck is this?"

"All in good time."

"Fuck you."

"That too, but not yet." Uh-oh, kinky sex games. I tried the restraints again, same result. He came over and fiddled with a bag of black goo attached to the IV, unhealthy looking shit. "You're not going to enjoy this. Tough."

I wanted to spit at him, but my mouth was too dry. And then there was pain. I could feel the goo oozing into me, it burned. Must not be the first time they've done this, cause when my bowels let go, there was a pan under me ready for it. And then the changes started happening. It started with my dick, the burning goo arcing through me, somehow making me harder than ever before. The pain grew, and then my boner just started melting back into itself. There was a mirror down between my legs, I could watch it happen. Sadistic bastards.

It was when the pussy started forming I blacked out again.

It took me awhile to wake up again, wondering what the hell that was all about. Things felt... different, and I somehow knew it wasn't a dream, even without opening my eyes. The restraints were gone and I was on my side. My chest seemed heavy. I opened my eyes, looking around, no idea what I would find.

I was in a very plain white room. The bed seemed comfortable enough. There didn't appear to be a door, or cameras, though I felt sure they were watching me. Over in one corner there was a small bathroom area. Not your typical ultra-durable prison style sink and toilet, much more homey. There was a mirror over the sink. I just had to see what they... did... to me.

Whatever the shit was, it was thorough. My face was changed, much softer now, my hair had grown longer, and was now a light brown, with waves. I seemed to be a little shorter. Whoever's in charge must like women that seem to fit together, cause I sure was. My new bust large, but not overly so. Beats me what size. The nipples weren't too large either. I wondered if I was still drugged, cause I felt I should be fucking pissed, but wasn't. My hips flared nicely, melting into firm shapely legs. I was hairless from the neck down, other than a small patch of pubic hair. If I had still been the old me, I'de have sure been attracted to this vision.

I trembled as I went back to the bed, knowing I wouldn't be satisfied until I had taken a look down there. It was a pussy all right, and jut as pink as you could ask for. I was startled out of my inspection by a hidden door sliding out of the way. I instinctively tried to cover myself, hiding in the corner, pulling the blanket up around me. It was one of the guys from the van, the driver, he was wearing tan sweats today, "hi, sweetie."

I looked around for something to throw at him, nada, so yelled instead "FUCK YOU!! What the fuck are you people doing?" I've GOT to be drugged, that little outburst drained so much energy.

"Oddly enough, that's what I'm here for. The Doctor insists that I... drill it into you that you really are a woman. I just got lucky, I was driving when you came aboard."

"So you think I'm just gonna lie here while you fuck me? You're fucking nuts."

"No, you're going to be much more involved. And you're going to enjoy it."

"That's even crazier."

"Suit yourself. But if you behave, he won't give you more. It wears off in about six months. I've been exactly where you are."

"Ok, then why? Why all this? Why me?"

"Well, the why you is easy. You weren't going to be missed for awhile. Why all this? I don't know, I just work here."

'Guess I should have known." Damn, I should be a lot more angry about all this. I focused on his claim that it wears off, no way to know if he's lying. Not like he's given much reason to trust him so far.

"Anyway, you need to eat. That stuff takes way too much fuel." He wheeled a cart in, a tray on top. I couldn't have wanted it more, I was starving. There were two bowls of hot oatmeal, apple slices and cinnamon mixed in. Those I flat inhaled. Next several pieces of toast, various jellies. Gone almost as fast. I slowed down some for the oranges. Finally two glasses of milk, one of apple juice. And some pills.

"What are these?"

"Vitamins, minerals and... birth control. We let a couple visitors experience motherhood. Turned out to be more trouble than it's worth."

"Thank... thank you." Just the thought gave me shivers. "So what was it like, waking up without a dick, and then some guy coming in saying he's gonna fuck you?"

"I was pretty pissed. They didn't have the mood meds right when they did me." Ah, I /am/ drugged, wonder if I can do anything about it. "The sex... the first time wasn't fun. You'll get a choice in a few minutes, same as I did. I chose to fight. I hope you don't."

"What's the other choice?"

"Be the young women that you are. I can show you a time most real women dream of. Or fight. If you win, they'll administer an anti dote and send you on your way. At least that's what they say, I trust them on it though. I really suggest you don't do that, you can't win. And the guys they would pit you against enjoy being rough."

Maybe it was just the 'mood meds', but I sure didn't feel like I could beat anyone in my current condition. I bit my lower lip "I don't have much reason to trust you. But I think I will, for now."

He smiled, "best move you've made in awhile." He gathered up the dishes and rolled the cart out the door. I don't know if its more drugs or whatever they did to me, but I realize he's pretty sexy. I hope THAT goes away later! "So you know, as long as you continue behaving, you won't have to fuck anyone other than me."

"Ok... okay," this just gets weirder and weirder. People who are out of their heads, who do these sorts of things. And then be nice? Hope it's true. "So what next?"

"Well, First comes the beauty salon, and then some clothes. Got to be perfect for your big day, right?"

"I... guess," women have /got/ to be wired different, the thought of getting my hair done and then finding just the right thing to wear was making me all tingly inside.

"Come on, it's not that bad." I was perplexed when he gave me a robe, but managed to get into it without showing myself. He offered his hand, I took it, getting out of bed.

"So how much of this is drugs, and how much hormones?"

"Calmness is probably all from drugs. Any excitement though, that's either hormones or just you."

I've had at least part of this inside me all my life? No way. He didn't caress me or anything, but did kiss the back of my neck. It felt good, but I fought not to let him know that! He led me out into the hall, typical non-descript corridor, recently waxed tiled, bright lights, the works. There were doors along both sides, many open versions of where I had been. The beds looked unused.

"How many others here like me?"

"Can't tell you, sorry."


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