Simon had become comfortable in his situation.
It was better than living under the freeway in a cardboard box, which was what he had been doing until 4 months ago, when this guy pulled over.
He asked him if he knew where Melbourne Street was?
As he lent in to answer the guys question he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
He woke up several hours later in some mad scientist laboratory.
The guy who was asking for directions came out of the shadows and told him not to be afraid.
He told him he was not going to hurt him.
He told him all he was going to do was turn him into an exact copy of his dead wife.
Simon screamed and shouted and fought against his restraints with little success.
Over the next two months he had many many injections of nanobots which reconfigured his body .and his mind
They turned him into a fully functioning woman in every possible way who was deeply and madly devoted to the man.
He was now a loyal and obedient wife to the guy.
He cooked cleaned and kept him satisfied day & night.
Simon now was comfortable of the situation of his life.
ReplyDeleteSimon was hit hard bottom, he is not sure, now or why he, got to this place he's living. He was homeless, one of the lost people. But for several months, about 4 months nearly.
Then things change, a guy was wondering if he knew were Melbourne Street.
As he was about, to try to help him. He felt a slight pain in his neck. And he blackout.
Then he woke up, several hours later in a small cell. In a place that look like something like a mad scientist's laboratory.
As Simon started to yell and scream.
Then a shadowed figure moved closer. It was the guy who was asked for directions.
I'm. I'm sorry, but I need you, he said.
Need me, Simon asked. But how?
Well, I developed a process, and I need, people as test subjects.
So, you need test subjects, so I'm one of them, he said.
Well, it's more complex than that, I need you, to help me. He said?
How, Simon demanded.
Well, you help me, by replacing my wife. Then he showed me, a picture of her.
I, I don't look anything like her, Simon said.
Well, not yet, he said. But soon, very, very soon you will. If you agreed to help me.
And if I don't, you'll still do it anyway, Simon said.
Well, I prefer you to agree, he said. What do you have to lose?
So, I agree, I was one of the lost people. So, what do I have to lose?
So, I started the treatment, I was injecting with nanobots. And I was given a room, a bracelet, and I was check out three or four times a day.
Then I started to change, physically, and biologically too. About a month, I started to look nearly girlish, and dress as close to a guy as possible. I looked sorta androgynous tomboy look.
But nearly two months, I looked more girlish, than tomboyish even in my regular wear. But then, I started to do odd things, girlish things, like clothes, and makeup. I even started to wear casual skirts and a dress or two.
Each day, I was injected, and each day, I looked more, and more like her. I stopped think myself as a guy, as Simon. She called herself Simone with a history, that he created for her. About, three months, later Simone, she was still there still loyal, to him.
At this time, Simone was a fully functional woman, this was first time, sex as a girl, a woman. Then a second time, and a third time.
Simone started dressing more girly or feminine than before. Simone it, she loved being a girl. She loved the sex, it's like she could get enough of it.
There were times, that she looked at, a picture she once was. And who she is now a copy of her husband dead wife.
She knew, she was given a bad deal in life. But fate was a strange thing, it gave me, better life, a happy life. That I'm starting to enjoy it. SO, what, I'm a copy of her wife. I'm me, Simone, and I'm enjoy it, I'm enjoy being a girl. I'm enjoying the sex, the wonderful girlish sex. This is my life now. Who knows, I might be able bare children, wouldn't that wonderful?
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