Sheena 4/4 (TG) "I'm... I'm looking for someone..." he said, surprised at the
sight of the gorgeous naked girl before him. The erection growing in his
trousers was quite obvious. "Come in," Barbara invited. "You can help us with
our little experiment." "Experiment?" Arnie asked, unable to take his eyes
from the voluptuous female that had, only an hour before, been his best male
friend. "Yes..." Barbara continued. "Just follow Sheena, and do what she tells
you." Barbara gestured toward a door. Sheena led Arnie into the bed chamber.
In seconds, she had stripped him of his clothes. On her knees, she sucked his
cock until it felt as hard as iron. Moments later, Barbara entered to find
Sheena lying on her back in the bed, Arnie on top of her, with her arms and
legs wrapped around him as if she were trying to pull all of his body into
hers. He was fucking her for all he was worth. "After you're done," Barbara
sexily stated, "I need you both out here." She shut the door. Even through its
metal core, she could hear the slapping of Arnie's crotch into Sheena's as the
passion of their moans filled the room. It was the last time Arnie would have
sex as a man. Fifteen minutes later, the two lovers emerged from the room,
holding hands and smiling at each other. Barbara was at the console. She
smiled when she saw their still-naked forms. Sheena looked over at Barbara and
said proudly, "It felt sooo good when he came in me that I came, too! I
squeezed him with my pussy while I came!" Arnie blushed. Barbara smiled at
another sign that the girl's orgasmic programming was complete. "Lovely.
Sheena, dear, show him to our experiment, will you?" Sheena wanted to share
the marvelous way she felt with her friend. She led Arnie by the hand and
positioned him upon the metal floorplate. "Put your hands on these, and stand
with your feet wide apart," she said, softly kissing Arnie as she indicated
the spheres. He did as she asked. Barbara activated the device. The two ladies
watched in girlish glee as Arnie's figure became soft and demure, his breasts
large and rounded. His hair doubled, then tripled in fullness and length. The
mechanical phallus pumped the boy's virgin pussy, and when he came, he poured.
In moments, another young woman stepped from the floorplate. They named her
Melissa. Barbara walked over to the vulnerable, naked teenagers, bringing with
her the sheer bras she had promised along with a couple of pairs of nylon and
lace panties. Using a towel, she bent down and dried the come from Melissa's
crotch and the insides of her thighs, then handed Sheena the panties and
watched with satisfaction as both girls bent forward and slipped into them one
long leg at a time. As Sheena leaned over, her breasts hung down and swung
freely, jiggling like firm gelatin, bumping against each other in their soft
enormity. Barbara enjoyed watching their dance as she drank in the femininity
of the women she had made. "Melissa, honey, will you wait for me in there?"
Barbara asked, indicating the bed chamber. "Okay, Barbara," she happily
agreed. Breasts bouncing, the girl youthfully and playfully went into the room
and shut the door behind her. "She's so pretty," Sheena said, watching as
Melissa walked away. "And you're lovely, Sheena... you're just lovely,"
Barbara gushed. "I can't wait to get you into a bustier. You'll be a very
popular young lady." "Good." The involuntary transsexual pulled the skimpy
pink panties up into place, noting that their high French cut made her
gorgeous legs look even longer. "I like these," she commented. Their tight
crotch emphasized her female mound. "Let's get you into this, honey," Barbara
said, standing behind him. She slipped the bra straps over his outstretched
arms, then reached around his voluptuous form and looked over his shoulder and
into the mirror. Still watching her reflection with delight, Sheena smiled her
pretty smile and held her arms out to the sides as Barbara slipped the bra's
soft fabric over her breasts. The new female noticed in the mirror that her
underarms were smooth and clean-shaven, just as they should have been, and she
enjoyed the sight. She watched her reflection with great satisfaction as the
satiny sheen of the pink cups nestled perfectly against her contours. Still
behind her, Barbara gently lifted her shiny, hip-long hair and draped it over
the front of her left shoulder, out of the way, then closed the bra's hooks.
"There now," Barbara said soothingly. "Doesn't that feel better? I guessed
your size right... it fits you so well. We wouldn't want to parade you around
naked, now would we?" "Might be fun..." Sheena smiled. "Think I could make
Miss July?" "Oh, honey... July and August and September. Trust me." As Barbara
stepped back, Sheena threw her long hair back and made a few adjustments in
the way the bra held her, then looked into the mirror, happy with the fit. She
lightly caressed the undersides of her breasts through the sheerness of the
pink nylon that contained them, and tickled their soft flesh with the tips of
her long nails. She liked the little pink bow that rested at the base of her
cleavage. "This is a pretty bra," she said, a happy girl. "I have a friend
named Janelle who's built like you," Barbara observed. "Spends all of her time
in a string bikini top. But she's on her third set of silicone implants, and
you're naturally endowed. You're very lucky." "I'm so... beautiful," Sheena
said, transfixed. Both women paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of the
girl in the mirror. "Well, come on, Sheena," Barbara said, gently leading him
toward a side room. "I have a surprise for you." "I want a pretty dress...
will boys see me? I like boys..." "Yes, honey... the boys will love you. We'll
find you something so pretty that the boys won't be able to take their eyes
off you. Then we'll do your face and nails..." Her fingernails had grown to a
pampered length of an inch and a half, and she wanted them finished with a
glossy coat of polish. "I like pink lipstick. And my nails... I want them
pink, too." "Pink it is. We'll get you all fixed up -- then there are some
people I want you to meet." "And pearls. I want pearls." Barbara opened a
closet door and pulled out a sensuous evening dress of liquid metal. Its
golden sheen glittered in the light. "Pretty?" she asked the new woman. "Oh,
yes," Sheena answered. "It's yours. Slip into it while I take Melissa some
clothes, and I'll bring you some shoes." Sheena held the dress over her head
and wiggled as its cool, slinky liquid-metal fabric flowed slowly down her
voluptuous form. It hugged every curve, making her figure stand out in
luscious, mirror-like gold relief. Her breasts and ass gleamed like smooth,
polished chrome as they pressed fully, roundly, and tightly against the fabric
of the form-fitting dress. Her sensuous cleavage remained exposed by the
plunging neckline of the dress, and it was made all the more dramatic by the
way the tight golden gown squeezed her breasts together. The dress' short,
sexy skirt tightly bound her legs and hung only halfway down her thighs. For
almost fifteen minutes, Sheena just stood and admired her gorgeous reflection.
Emerging from the bed chamber, Barbara walked over and kneeled down, then
slipped a pair of matching gold evening pumps onto the girl's feet. Despite
their five-inch heels, Sheena walked naturally and sexily in them, as if she
had worn such shoes all her life. The high-heels made her glassy, flawless
legs seem to go on forever. Barbara then handed the young woman a gold
sequined purse to carry. "Oh... oh, my..." Barbara uttered, stunned by the
sheer beauty and raw sexuality of the woman she had made. The softly-curling
enormity of Sheena's spun-gold mane and the way the evening dress accentuated
the girl's figure gave her a feminine drama rarely seen. The girl's voluptuous
bustline, tiny waist, rounded ass and incredible legs caused Barbara to lose
her breath at the sight. Even without makeup, she was intensely gorgeous. "Oh,
Sheena..." "Look at me, Barbara," the girl uttered, in love with herself.

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 "I'm
so pretty... I wish my Mama could see me... and my sister. She always wanted a
sister to share things with... maybe I could go see her... and her husband..."
Sheena reveled in every subtle aspect of her womanhood, glorying in everything
from the feeling of her soft hair to the feminine frailty of her arms and the
delicate softness of her small fingers. "Perfume... ?" she asked. "I want to
smell as pretty as I look..." Barbara, prepared for the request, pulled a
small spray vial of perfume from her pocket and misted Sheena's wrists with
the fragrance. Then, for good measure, she further sprayed the feminine scent
lightly onto the girl's cleavage. Sheena rubbed her wrists together and held
one up in order to let the womanly aura waft into her nostrils. "Ohhhh... I
love it..." she happily said. Melissa walked out into the room, similarly
adorned. The two girls were the most beautiful that Barbara had ever seen. Her
breath escaped as she looked upon them, standing together. "Ladies... I know
of some gentlemen who are waiting to meet you. I'll do your faces and nails at
home. Then we'll pierce your ears, so you can accessorize yourselves
properly." "I need some lipstick... I can't go out without at least
lipstick..." Sheena complained. "I don't have any with me here. It'll be okay,
honey." As they ascended the stairs, the high-heels of the three women clicked
against the cold hardness of each step. At the top, beyond the elevators, a
new life awaited the new girls. It would be a joyous life of constant male
company and sex in which each girl would utilize her physical assets to the
utmost, happily serving men. Smiling as she spread her legs, she would make
love to them at their command and perform any sexual act they desired,
fulfilling every sexual fantasy of every man to penetrate her. An art major
named Jeremy had dropped out of college by becoming a girl who would spend her
days and nights happily caressing, sucking, and impaling herself upon hard,
erect cocks just like the one she herself had once possessed. Both he and the
one-time-Arnie would spend the rest of their lives as ladies built for
companionship and sex, as would the twenty or so others Barbara had introduced
to the wonders of sexual womanhood. None of the former boys would ever aspire
to anything else, and rich and powerful men would pay handsomely for their
talented services as mistresses and wives. It was how Barbara funded her
expensive research. They emerged from the elevator and walked out into the
crowded lobby of the Institute, where the evening's lectures were beginning.
Every male student stood staring at the shapely, silken legs and goddess-like
forms of the woman in the short, liquid-gold dress and the girl in the red
sequined gown, never imagining that but an hour earlier both had been men like
they. Their perfume floated through the air. Their walks dripped pure sex,
and, as they leered after the two girls, the imaginations of the horny boys
were filled with pictures of Sheena and Melissa naked in bed with each of
them. Sheena knew they were watching her and she delighted in teasing them,
adding a little extra wiggle to her walk. She could feel the erections rising
behind her. And she loved it. Barbara guided Sheena and Melissa out into the
cool night, her arms around the girls' shapely waists. As the women walked
into the parking lot, Barbara pulled a set of keys from her purse. "I've got a
nice place for you to live, ladies," she said, opening the door of a sleek
black Mercedes for them. "The other girls are looking forward to meeting you."
She noticed that the cool, night air had brought Sheena's large nipples to
erection, for as they pressed insistently against the thin, shiny fabric of
her dress its polished, metallic reflectivity emphasized their presence.
"Other girls?" Sheena asked with childlike innocence. "There are others like
us?" "Where will we live?" Melissa asked innocently. That was the final sign
Barbara had been waiting for. Total, permanent acceptance. Jeremy was gone,
leaving this gorgeous woman in his place, and Sheena's past existence would
become of no interest to her. Arnie would never miss his friend, for they
would be together in their new lives. Barbara smiled. "You'll like the other
girls. I want you to get to know them. They're fun -- they all live together,
and they spend hours talking about boys and doing each other's makeup. It's
like having a slumber party all the time." "It sounds fun," Sheena smiled,
instinctively holding her skirt against the backs of her thighs as she slid
into the leather seat. "And there are boys?" Sheena was a horny young lady,
and Barbara knew just the cure for that. "Enough for all of you. You know, you
all have a great deal in common." Barbara gently shut Sheena's door and opened
the back door for Melissa, who slid into the leather interior, holding her
skirt flat against the backs of her thighs as any woman would. Barbara closed
the door and walked around to the other side of the car. As Barbara glided
into the driver's seat, a light caught the corner of her eye. She turned to
see Sheena looking into the passenger-side visor's lighted makeup mirror. The
new young lady was applying a thick coat of deep red lipstick to her soft lips
with what would otherwise have been taken as learned precision. Barbara
smiled. "I know this is yours, but I hope you don't mind," Sheena said in her
small, sweet voice. Her soft words were distorted a little by the feminine
contortions of her lips as she held them taut, gliding the lipstick over them.
Once finished, she watched herself as she pressed her lips together in the
classic womanly fashion and then formed a kiss. Satisfied, she twisted the
color back down into its tube. "I found this next to my seat," she explained.
"I know it's not my shade, but I just couldn't wait. I feel just naked without
lipstick... don't you?" "Oh, yes, honey," Barbara said with a huge smile. "And
keep it if you want. It looks lovely on you." "Let me wear it, too... please?"
Melissa asked. "Here, honey," Sheena said, capping the tube and handing it
back. She continued to look at herself in the tiny mirror, teasing her hair
with her delicate fingers and primping as if she were getting ready to meet a
man. Barbara noticed that the young lady was squirming repeatedly in her seat,
as if she felt an intense itch deep within her. "I don't know why... but I'm
just so horny," Sheena admitted. She giggled and covered her mouth daintily,
girlishly embarrassed at her own words. She blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry... I
didn't mean to say that..." It was no exaggeration. Through Sheena's tight,
shiny dress, Barbara could tell that the girl was tensing her vaginal muscles
over and over. The girl's pussy, true to the machine's programming, was hot
and hungry for male penetration. Apparently, it had not been the cold that had
made Sheena's nipples hard. "Take us to the boys," Melissa pleaded, pressing
her lips together as she finished with the lipstick. "I want somebody to fuck
me!" "Melissa!" Sheena said in surprise. Barbara smiled. "It's okay.
Barbara'll take care of everything, honey. Believe me... I'll take very good
care of you." She paused for one last test. "Sheena... would you go back to
being Jeremy?" Melissa's eyes widened at this. The girl looked certain. "No, I
don't think so... but if you know somebody like him, I could use him right
now..." She giggled anew. Barbara knew that both girls would live in a
constant state of sexual arousal, each joyfully taking any cock she could get
inside her. As Barbara started the car, she looked out upon the campus and
thought of the others that still walked there -- the football players, the
chess champions, the computer whizzes. All of them, young men who could never
have dreamed that their days as young men were coming to a close. If only they
had saved all the panties and bras they had stolen in their drunken raids upon
the sorority houses. They were going to need them. FIN 

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