In this part our "victim" agrees to transition and is surprised by what is possible.

I couldn't sleep when I got back. It was the first time I had experienced actual pleasure since this all started. I just couldn't reconcile feeling pleasure having sex as a woman.

I was a guy. sex with men was shear humiliation most of the time. At best is was a chore. A chore that I learned to mentally block out.

"Ohh, yes baby. Do me, You're so big" etc. All this to encourage them to finish so I could leave. At worse, it was mental torture. When they would say things like.

"You sissy slag."

"I bet you jumped at the chance to suck dick didn't you."

"You will never be a man again"

In my mind my endgame was to do my time and go back to living as a man. Last night though, I actually considered what it would be like to live my life as a man's wife. It must be the hormones.

After I showered in the morning I used a mirror to check between my legs. I used to feel a dull ache where my testicles were sewn inside my groin. It had not ached for a week or two now. My cock seemed to have shrunk in thickness. I could not see it properly as the skin of my now empty balls was folded over it. The head was sewn between my legs. It almost looked like a vagina. I was forced to sit to pee, and of course wipe carefully as a woman would.

I tried to look up the long term effects of female hormones on male sexual organs, but my computer was filtered to what Dave thought were women's interests only. I wonder if I would have anything left after another four years.

I was dressing when Dave called.

"Suzi, you made a good impression on John Carter last night, He has called today and asked to book you for a whole day. "

"A day? I didn't think that was allowed. that would cost a fortune surely?"

"Yes it will. And don't call me Shirley. You're one wearing the frilly knickers and bra remember."

He snorted with laughter, as I hoped he would go away and die.

"I have been told by my contact in the government that we are to look after him. He is an important man. "

"So when shall I go back to his house?" I said, I think I was secretly looking forward to seeing him again.

"6PM. I have got a little job for you before that, Six men having a poker game. "

"SIX!. The most I have done before is two. How do you expect me to cope with six."

"Are you refusing? You have tried out tier 4, how bad do you think tier 5 will be? Endless twenty quid blow jobs. That's what you'll get, I could always send you back for execution if you prefer. "

" No, sorry. How do they want me dressed?"

"Bunny girl. Ears, tail, fishnets the works. They booked you for two hours. Look after them. "

He gave me the address and hung up.

I arrived just before twelve at a gated mansion house. I had a trench coat over my costume and was shown though to a large room with six, drunk, middle aged men. They leered at me as I took off my coat. I took the bunny ears out of my handbag and put them on my head. They all stared at me. Then the comments started.

"Come on bitch, give us a twirl. Let the dog see the rabbit."

I slowly turned. I got a stream of cheers and wolf whistles.

"Wiggle that arse. I want to see that tail twitch."

"See Frank, I told you she would be convincing. The top tier trannies always are. Do you think you could fuck it?"

"Not sure about fucking it. I'll shove my cock down it's throat though,"

I felt horrible. I was just a piece of meat to be used. I knew that this sort of thing happened to women before the virus. I had an inkling of how they must have felt.

Within a few minutes the Velcro crotch of my sparkly black leotard was pulled back and my tights were down on my thighs. I was bent over the card table with one man in my mouth and one in my backside.

Through my tears, I could see them drawing cards to see who was to use me next. Then they flipped a coin to see who would use me heads or tails. This was the longest two hours of my life.

At 2PM, I was allowed to leave. I staggered to the toilet and threw up. After cleaning up as best as I could. I was so sore I could hardly walk. I sat in my car and cried for ten minutes before I could drive.

I had never felt so used. They treated me like an object. I had had this with some men before but nothing as bad as that. How could I live another four years with that?

I went back to my apartment and showered for and hour, but I still felt dirty and sore. I was going to see John soon. This somehow cheered me up. I cleaned up my makeup and dressed in my prettiest little black dress. I chose the sexiest knickers, teddy and stockings. I noticed bruises all over my body from the manhandling I had gotten today.

As I was checking my makeup for the third time, I realised what I was doing. I was acting as woman would trying to impress a man she liked. It was true though. Even though I had only seen him once, I felt a connection. He was the only person that seemed to care about me.

I felt butteries in my stomach as John met me at the door of his house. Would he like my outfit? Does he think I'm pretty?

"Hi Suzi, please come in. Let me take your coat."

"Suzi? not Mary, John?"

"No, not Mary. I know you are Suzi, or whoever you were before all this. I just like you for who you are. He hugged me and sat me down one the sofa. Classical music was playing as he poured us glasses of wine.

"I'd like to start again Suzi. I want to get to know you. How as your day been?"

It was a perfectly normal, innocent, question. It destroyed me. I had been holding it all back. My faced dropped and I cried like a baby.

He looked on in horror and wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Come on baby, tell me, Whatever happened you're safe with me now, "

I cried some more then I gasped out through the tears what had happened. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms completely around my body. It felt wonderful. I felt safe. I wish I could just stay like this. Protected from the big bad world by this strong, caring man. I knew the last shreds of my manhood were dying. I didn't care.

He pulled away a little and looked in to my eyes.

"Have you ever been with that many men before?"

"No. I have been with two before. I thought that was the limit. I don't think I can go through that again. I think I will run off if I have to, "

"No, don't ever do that. They will track you and execute you. The BASTARDS. I know what they are doing. "

"What who's doing?"

"It's the government. When you left yesterday, I called and asked how much it would cost to buy your freedom. This Dave guy, told me the only way you can go free is to undergo sexual reassignment. Then they will be willing to sell you."

"Yes I know. Dave is always trying to get me to agree. I think he gets a fat payout when that happens. They will auction me off after that. I could end up somewhere worse than today though. "

"No they offered me a deal. I can have you, but they want my companies research.
We have just developed an artificial womb. It uses a combination of animal and human DNA. If you implant a fertilised egg in it, it will come to full term. So babies can be grown in vats. "

"So you don't need women anymore?"

"No, we still need eggs, but this may mean the few that are left perhaps won't have to be baby making machines. But then again , they may switch them just to producing females "

"Those poor women. I have seen one of the centres on the news a few years back."

"This is about power and population. For years this planet has been overpopulated. Now, were are in danger of dying out. All nations have only a tiny amount of women. We can't replace our population. In 50 years the one with the largest populations will dominate and conquer the others. "

"But women can't survive outside the domes. The virus is still in the air."

"They won't need to. Women are born with over a million eggs. The number drops down as they age. They have 100,000–150,000 by age 30. Don't you see? You don't need too many women to provide eggs to repopulate. You just harvest eggs. Then you just fertilise the eggs with XY sperm. They can use my technology to grow them. In thirty years time, this country will still have a viable army. "

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"They are using you to get to me. I suspect that if I don't agree, that today will seem like a walk in the park to what they have planned for you. If that doesn't work , I;m sure they will take my research anyway. "

"But the only way to stay with you is gender reassignment. I'm not sure if I want that."

"I know. I understand. But they own you. They can reinstate your sentence if they want. I think they will do that as a last resort. They are forcing your hand as well as mine. I know you barely know me, but I feel a connection with you. You live as a woman now, but you have only seen some of the bad side that life. Let me show you how it could be."

I nodded.

"I want to stay with you. I don't think I can face another day, like today. It is hard to give up my manhood though. Although, with the hormones and implants, I'm not sure if I can ever be what I was."

"I understand, but you will never be what you were. I think I am in love with you. Please let me show you what your life can be like. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, John, More than anyone else I have met in years."

With that, he kissed my forehead and led me to the bedroom. I stood in front of the full length mirror and saw myself. I looked every inch a suburban housewife. How could I every look and act like the man standing behind me after all I had been through?

John caressed my neck. Oh, God that felt nice. He unzipped my dress, and let it float slowly to the floor. I saw myself in my underwear. I was wearing my best for him. Black , silk knickers and a lace trimmed teddy. I had 4 inch heels which made my stocking covered legs look amazing. A few years ago , I would have taken myself to bed.

He started kissing my bare shoulder, working his way slowly up to my ear. As he did this, both his hands cupped my breasts from behind. His fingers found my nipples, and tweaked them. Then he circled them through the silk teddy. I shivered and squirmed against him. This was really turning me on. I felt myself grinding my backside into him. It was met by a hard protuberance. I wasn't the only one turned on.

I could feel a tingle in my poor trapped penis. I knew that it would play not part in what was to happen next. I heard him unbuckle his belt. Then felt him move as he stepped out of his fallen trousers.

His hard, warm flesh poked the smooth silk of my underwear. His hands were everywhere. Caressing my nylon clad thighs, my breasts and sides. I was moaning uncontrollably now, Foreplay had never felt like this as a man. He was nibbling my earlobe and darting his tongue into my ear. I had never experienced this. I felt amazing.

I wanted him, like I have never wanted anyone before. I felt a deep need to satisfy him, to have him inside of me.

"Please John"

"Please what?"

"I want you, I need you."

"What do you need Suzi? You will have to ask me. I won't do anything against your will."

Then I knew it. For the first time in my life , I would ask a man to fuck me. Just like that I accepted my femininity.

"I want you inside me John. Please fuck me"

"No, I won't."

I turned around to face him, on the verge of tears.

"Why? why are you doing this?"

His mouth covered mine, and his tongue tickled and explored mine. He broke off and looked down at my questioning face.

"I won't fuck you no, but I will make love to you only if you want me to."

I choked back my answer through my tears.

"Yes. Yes please. Make love to me John."

And he did.

He gently laid me down on my back and undressed me. I was shy and nervous. In seconds my knickers and teddy lay on the bed next to me. Next he took off my shoes, kissing each foot as he did. He lifted my stocking covered legs over his shoulders and slowly moved in.

I felt the tip of his penis at my opening. This part nearly always hurt. Not his time. It was as if I opened to accommodate him. He slipped in slowly and gently. It was as if I was possessing him . Owning and claiming a part of him. I felt a warm feeling spread across my breasts and stomach. I saw my nipples had harden to sharp points, as the cool air and his finger teased them .

When he was all the way in I felt his balls lightly slap on my buttocks. He smiled down at me and said.

"Are you OK"

"Yes, I'm a lot more than OK. I don't ever want to leave you."

He could contain his lust no longer. He lifted my legs by the ankles high and wide and then pumped into me. The warm feeling spread through my body now. He was hitting my prostate with every stroke. He pushed forward and nearly folded me in half. I saw my varnished covered toes through my stockings. He kissed me. I welcomed it.

"I love you Suzi. "

He leaned back and drove deep into me. The quickened his pace.

"I... love... you.. too John."

I managed to gasp as he pounded me. Then the feeling that had been building exploded. I felt myself pass out. My backside clenched and that ignited John's orgasm. I felt his warm explosion of love flood me.

He collapsed onto me and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Don't let me go John. I want to stay here forever."

"See it's not so bad being a woman is it love."

"No. Not if can be like that . I'll do it. I'll agree to go the whole way."

"If you are sure. I'll call that scum bag Dave. I'll tell him that we have a deal. You for my company's discovery. "

"Will I have to go back there? Won't they insist I return for the operation."

"No way am I letting them do anything to you. I have my own people. I heard they use the cheapest doctors they can find. They won't care it you don't feel anything down there after they have finished. They will just make a hole for someone to use."

"Will he let me stay here. I wont have to go back to that place."

"I think so. There is something else as well. My people have been working on something else. We can create an artificial womb and a cervix using your DNA. Male and female human DNA is nearly identical, all human beings share approximately 99.9% of the same genetic material. It is only the sex chromosome that is different. "

"So what does that mean for me?"

"You have 46 chromosomes in each cell, organized into 23 pairs. The only pair that is different is the sex pair. The virus attacks the XX pair. The Y chromosome contains the SRY gene, which instructs the fetus to develop male-typical sex characteristics. We have found a way to suppress the SRY and clone a viable set of female organs from a male genome. We can grow this in a lab and implant it into you. You will be a fully functioning female. "

"Do you mean I could get pregnant?"

"We could have fun finding out."

He laughed, then looked serious.

"We are still working on it. We think there may be a way to create a female resistant to the virus. This would mean modifying the second part of the XX chromosome. Not to an XY, but we will remove the parts the virus attacks. If we could do this we could rebuild the human race. You could be the mother of this new generation of women."

I was stunned. I would really become at woman. I knew this is what I wanted. My life would count for something. I was willing to do this for John and for the world.