It's a Man's World (Part A)

TransBiotics might feature into a longer piece sometime here in the future.

Part B: fav.me/de4b72q
Part C: fav.me/de4b78u

“This isn’t going to go any easier for you. This is the best it’s gonna get.” ‘Brandy’ said without turning to me. She was preparing some concoction on her lab table, her attention focused solely on her work.

I wanted to yell, to scream, to knock her down and run as far as I could. But the precautions she’d taken, the fetish gear I was strapped into, made it impossible.

She turned to me, needle in hand, sticking it in my shoulder without preamble or concern for my well-being. Withdrawing a small amount of blood, she said, “If it helps, I hope you know this isn’t personal. I needed a test subject, and I needed someone who would willingly climb into that gear.” She smiled cruelly, her tone turning mocking. “After all, a weak little girl like me wasn’t going to be able to force you into that getup. And I needed to make sure that a big, strong man like you wasn’t going to be able to get away until after the experiment had concluded.” She giggled, snorting a bit. “Well, the big, strong man you used to be. Now? I think I could take you pretty easily.” She reached down and grabbed my chest, a pleasant tingling spreading throughout my body.

I tried to yell again, the gag in my mouth preventing anything other than a confused, high-pitched muffle from coming out. She laughed again. “Oh, come now! You can’t be completely stupid, can you? I’ll admit, the drugs I injected into you may have made you a bit foggy, and most of the work the genetic cocktail I pumped into you did was while you were passed out, but even then, you’re encased in that skin-tight getup. Surely you can feel how you’re body has changed, right?”

I squirmed slightly, rapidly becoming aware of how different my proportions felt. I could feel my chest rubbing against the latex, my nipples rock hard and standing at attention, sending little electric jolts through my flesh every time I moved my arms. I pressed my legs together a bit, feeling how thick my thighs had become, the bulge between my legs conspicuously absent. My eyes widened as I began to realize what had happened to me, despite the impossibility of it all.

She knelt down, grabbing my face. Even through the mask, I could feel her nails digging into my skin, her eyes boring directly into mine as she smiled again. “That’s right, babe. Welcome to the fairer sex.” She let go, syringe still in hand and turned back to her table, depositing a drop of my blood onto a microscope slide. She slid it into the spot and leaned down to the viewfinder, addressing me over her shoulder as she worked. “I know what you’re thinking. ‘This is impossible! I’m a man, dammit!’ I’ve heard it all before, so I know the routine – hence your gag. Well, I assure you, it’s very possible, and you’re not. Not anymore.” She smiled at something she saw under the microscope, and then turned to the various vials of chemicals on her desk, mixing them together.

As she worked, she continued to talk. I was half listening, attempting in vain to escape from my constraints. “Since I’ve gone freelance, I’ve done this dozens of times – my conversion method is flawless, so you don’t need to worry about suddenly turning back or winding up some odd amalgam of genders – you’re a woman now, through and through, and there’s no going back. After all, I was trained by the best. Recruited right out of college by TransBiotics. I even worked my way up to the top of their R&D department, despite the men that get in the way.” She turned to look at me, a sneer on her face. “You’re going to learn that it’s true what they say – it truly is a man’s world, and we have to suffer through it. The girls that TransBiotics produces get a bevy of mental conditioning and hypnosis to help them navigate it – sorry to say, that’s out of my wheelhouse, so you’re going to learn the hard way, sadly.”

She began to swirl a concoction in her test tube. “Of course, they seem to forget that the ‘D’ in R&D means development. New procedures, new experiments, new ways of doing things. I hypothesized a way to double our production without obtaining additional subjects. Potential savings of hundreds of millions of dollars a year, and a chance to push the science to levels never before imagined. I showed my research to the board of directors, and you know how they thanked me?”

She spat. “They laughed me out of the fucking room. ME! Dr. Bethany Belardo, who practically designed the process their entire business model was based on. Those small-minded men couldn’t see what was right in front of their eyes, and why? Because I presented it to them. They saw a woman with brains and ambition, and it threatened their fragile male egos. Well, fuck them – I quit, took my research, and went freelance. It took the profits of nearly a dozen new girls to get the materials I needed for tonight’s experiment, but you’re going to be my crowning achievements. Once I prove and patent this? I’ll own TransBiotics, and then maybe I’ll ‘recruit’ the board for some menial tasks around the office.”

She took a fresh needle and filled it with the odd blue substance in the vial. “In case you’re wondering, no, I couldn’t have done this to you as a man. Maybe in the future, when I can get true corporate funding to further that research? We’ll see. But we’re talking about rapid and complex cell division - two X chromosomes is preferable as proof of concept to an X and a Y.” She walked over to me, jabbing the needle into my neck. I moaned as the concoction ran through my system, before an intense pain took hold of me. My vision began to darken as she leaned over me, and I could dimly feel as the straps constraining my body began to be loosened. Before my vision went dark, I heard her say, “I’ll see the both of you when you wake up…”