… Special Envoy

"John, you understand that the Drovians have a very specific diplomatic policy. The delegation can only have one male. And they have requested Ambassador Newton. But we know you are the brains behind the Ambassador... unfortunately you can't assist him on Drova. Not like that. But we have a solution. It's temporary and rather radical, but, well the Drovians have gifted us with some of their slavegirl nanites. We can reverse the effects once you return to earth. What do you say? Your planet needs you."

John considered. There had been a great deal of talk about the Drovian slavegirls but very few earthlings had seen them. "You are sure it can be reversed?"

The Chancellor nodded. In truth they weren't certain. Whilst the Drovians were descended from earthlings their science and genetics was much advanced. But the mission was so important the half truth was necessary. In the time it took to complete the mission they were sure they would be able to reverse it. "I wouldn't ask unless there was no other option."

John reluctantly agreed. He was given the nanites to administer on the trip and accompanied the Ambassador to the spaceport. There were two other women going, both of whom would also take the nanites.

Once in orbit the four transferred to the interstellar jump ship. The ship made its jump and started the three week trip. The Ambassador called them all together, "very well then. It is time," two women administered the nanites as did John. Feeling groggy immediately he went to his cabin and fell asleep.

Two days later John awoke utterly transformed. She was small and curvy and big breasted. Longer hair. Sexy and sassy, her whole body sensual and erotic. Exaggeratedly female. She was glad this was only for the mission. She sat naked in her room marveling at the changes. Her cock and balls were gone, replaced with a hairless though quite pronounced female vertical slit. Oddly the idea of wearing clothes felt wrong. She noted a collar and wrist binders left for her and put them on, locking them in place. She knew instinctively this was what she must wear. Naked she walked out feeling a little embarrassed. She saw the two other girls, both naked but for their bindings. It surprised her to see them with their heads buried in each others laps, licking each other out and giggling vacuously. She had not known either girl was that way inclined. They had husbands she was sure... the urge to join them was strong. Her hand slipped between her legs. She understood that the nanites had affected them all. She could feel her heightened libido. Her sexual desires were rampant. Her finger slipped in and she sighed.

"Ah John. I see you have finished changing." The Ambassador noted, eying her with interest. "Still there I hope? We need to call you Wendi from here out. If the Drovians find out you were a man there will be a diplomatic incident."

"Yes sir." She agreed readily. "Wendi." The name seemed right. She smiled as she kept playing with herself.

"Good. Now stop that. We need to go over the negotiations. Those two are useless. They can only think about sex and serving me." The ambassador noted.

Wendi nodded. She understood. Sex. Serving. It sounded like what she should do. She snatched her hand guiltily from between her legs. "I... yes sir. I ... that is how may I serve you?"

The Ambassador stared at her. "You can help me right? I don't need a brainless sex ****. You are still in there."

"Yes sir. I think. But... well after I help... can we... could you..." she nodded at the girls.

"Really? But... very well then. After we work." He conceded. Wendi grinned. She had all of her old memories and skills but all of the urges and inclinations of a Drovian sex ****. This would be an excellent mission. They worked for many hours and when they were done he took her to his room and screwed her every which way. The more sex she had the more she wanted. But after three times Ambassador Newton said. "I'm sorry Wendi. I can't keep going."

She nodded and stopped. As simple as that. It became clear that he could turn her sexual urges off or on with a word. They settled in for the trip. Working and screwing. When she had a spare moment she would join the other girls. She was one of them, a lowly **** girl, but she had a purpose. And the Ambassador only slept with her. She was his and the other girls knew it and envied her for it.

When they arrived on Drova they met the Drovian lord. He was served by ten women. Wendi found herself fantasising about him. But the Ambassador was her master. The other two girls however snuck off to sleep with the Lord and then told her all about it. She grew jealous of them in spite of their own masters favour.

The talks concluded and then the Drovian lord made a gift of three of his slaves to the Ambassador. Newton realised he had to reciprocate the gesture and he spoke with Wendi about it in length. The other two earth slavegirls wished to go to the Drovian lord but Wendi did not. It was a slight but the Ambassador only gifted two girls, much to Wendi's relief. She could tell that the Drovian lord knew she was intelligent and wanted her.

The return trip required no work on negotiations and Wendi performed her **** role to perfection.