If a company wrongs you, they'll help you deal with it. Right?
The basic gist of story I got was that a guy recently transformed went to a clinic to get re-trained in all the information he didn't get as a girl growing up, but instead of the society education he was hoping for he was being trained to be a biker girlfriend. That kept expanding out as I tried to pick the best photo, even before I wrote anything down. As always, I can't leave well enough alone, and I felt it important to go over how he got transformed. We've all written/read about a gender change virus, but lets give it some of our current fears and concerns with a vaccine that's unproven and actually makes the virus worse. And of course if Johnson and Johnson or Moderna did this to guys, they'd have to make it right. And if it was set in a Caitlyn Masked universe, they'd take the opportunity to make the new girls both happy with their new lives AND make more profit.
So, by the time I had the photo picked, I already knew I'd have a long story. Instead of figuring what to ignore or just push past, I started writing it out. I really didn't want to use two panels, but there were two photos I loved and was ready for it. The second image in the gallery is my second choice.... DAMN look at the curve of her tush!
Ahem... anyway. I wrote. And wrote. And wrote. When I was done writing, before even glancing at it for a re-write, I decided to see what it would look like in the file. So I tossed it in, cropped it in right, and saw that I was only a couple paragraphs long while keeping it a legible font size. So instead of making it fit two panels, I could cut and snip it down to just one. I actually got it down perfectly, but then stubbornly decided to change the font and that sized it differently... yeah, I had to cut about another paragraph out. These weren't any major points, just a line here, a phrase there, maybe a whole sentence over there. In the end, I think it has the same feel, but you let me know. I knew I'd be posting so I saved the first draft before cutting:
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It’s been 16 years since effeminate pandemic started. Of course it started in France, but all the French and European protests didn’t matter as it just crossed the borders like any other airborne virus. Once it infected someone it would just kill off any masculine hormones and start replicating female hormones. Women became womanlier and men… well they became androgynous at best and downright feminine at worst. For the second time in a generation, we had to mask up. Social distance. End all mass gatherings. Businesses closed, sports took a hit. Even the bubble around the NFL failed when the starting quarterback for the Bears grew a pair of tits.
The whole world celebrated the vaccine when it was announced and there were lines around the block at most pharmacies for it even though it wasn’t technically approved. Hey, emergency use authorizations were good enough before, right? This time society was only closed down for eight months. But then the variations hit. Most of the vaccines protected against them, but one combination was particularly troublesome. If you were vaccinated with the Gen-Sys vaccine and got infected with the Italian effeminate variation they seemed to work together and within a week of infection you were completely gender swapped. It was incredibly rare and Gen-Sys said they were working on a booster to protect from the variant instead of supercharging it, but the women on TV screaming about losing their penises were really bad PR. Gen-Sys stepped up though and offered a female training regimen for the newly transformed fellas. It must have cost them a fortune as it was on some resort island and was for four months, but the first batch of women came out all happy and successful. There was the occasional story of women ‘escaping’ the facility and spreading fantastic stories of them being experimented on and trained against their will for various kinky customers, but they were all de-bunked eventually.
When I noticed I didn’t have to shave for a full week, I tried to rationalize it out. I’d been vaccinated and shouldn’t have any chance of getting infected. I ignored my skin growing softer and I ignored my hair growing out faster, but I couldn’t ignore it when my voice changed overnight. I got the ol’ N95 mask on and went to the effeminate clinic. The double whammy hit me hard. Not only was I infected, but it was from the Italian variant. And I’d been vaccinated with Gen-Sys. They helped me fill out my paperwork, contact the big pharma company, and within a few hours I was on a flight to their resort training center.
Now it’s been six months and they say I’m almost ready to graduate. I can’t deny that my body came in beautifully. Big D cup breasts, a tiny waist, pert ass. My face is the epitome of femininity with eminently kissable lips, long thick eyelashes, a cute nose, and skin so soft babies are jealous. Of course, all this was helped out by those ‘extra’ drugs Gen-Sys used on me. It turns out those ‘escaped’ women were all telling the truth. Gen-Sys was making up for all the lost research and development of their vaccine by transforming and training their victims into the perfect woman. And as perfect is defined by the beholder, in this instance perfect is defined by whomever purchased the woman. I don’t know who bought me specifically… I’ve been told I’ll meet him a week before the wedding… but I’ve sussed out several details. He wants me to be versatile, as I’ve been trained to walk within high society and be accepted there. I’ve also been trained how to ride on the back of a big Harley and have a tramp stamp tat just above my ass. I’m guessing rich CEO during the week and biker fanatic on the weekend.
I have to guess that he’s an absolute freak in the bedroom. Like most of my fellow girls, I’ve been sexually trained. Getting fucked proper was almost the easiest step as I could just chalk it up to the new body. I’d never thought what it would feel like to have a big thick cock ram into my pussy, so the experience came free to my mind and was almost pleasurable. You know, if not for the overt rape-ness. Learning to take it up the ass was harder as it was early in my training and I still thought of my self as a guy. That felt all homosexual and I guess that was the point. It made me escape into a feminine mindset just to deal with the daily ass fuckings. Once I was in that mindset, blowing guys wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Sucking cock is still bad, but I think I’d have completely broken down if I wasn’t accepting my feminine role by then.
Like I said, all the girls got that training, but mine was a little more extreme. Even though their drugs kept me docile and compliant, I learned how to be tied up and bound. I learned how to take a spanking, and get disciplined with a paddle, a hair brush, a ruler, a strap, a belt, and even a cane. And I’m sure my future husband/master/owner will lend me out to his friends and use me as a party favor. I’ve learned to gangbang better than any whore or porn star. I don’t even think it’s their drugs, but I’ve had so much cum fed down my throat that I’m actually developing a taste for it. There was a point that it was my only nourishment, besides water, for three days. And I didn’t go hungry.
So, yeah. I’m almost ready to graduate. This photo shoot for ‘daddy’ is meant to show me off without showing off everything. The lacy society lady panties and the torn biker best go perfectly with the sunglasses he sent me. They say if he’s happy with the photos that I’ll get to pick my name. It’s only picking from a list he pre-approved of, but I’m leaning toward Katherine. I can shorten it to Kitty when we ride.
Or when I’m ridden. Daddy will like that.
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You let me know if there's an appreciable difference.
Design wise it's again fairly straight forward. The only fun thing was hiding the 'Re-' making it look like 'helpful EDUCATION' at first glance. I'll tell you one that that was a real pain was getting a color for the text box that I liked. I wanted it to match the denim of her vest, but it just wouldn't come out right. I finally settled with this color, but I'm still not happy with it.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Always glad to see your caps cross my feed! And this is gorgeous, both the photo and the story! Fantastic as always!
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