Ex marine iron-man.

"Uhh, shouldn't these straps be tighter?" You ask worriedly, moving your arms and legs to demonstrate the range of movement you still have.

Your nervousness is not simply from the fact that you are about to be injected with adaptive nanites that will reverse your gender. You're strapped stark naked to a padded gurney with no method of releasing yourself while nearly a dozen fully clothed presenters and film crew mill around, readying the recording of your transformation.

"Sweety, the whole point is to leave the restraints loose enough that you can thrash around during the process." Lisa Love tells you in a tone which she mistakenly believes is soothing and calming. "It makes for good cinematics. If you were completely immobile, all we'd have is facial expressions to focus on to illustrate the internal battle between the nanites and your own body as your physical form is overwritten."

That thought, that your body is about to be completely overwritten, makes your stomach knot in dread and panic. Your body is lean, hard and muscled. You served two terms in the military, the Marines, straight out of graduation. After service, you fought in the MMA circuit and competed in various physical endurance competitions. Time is beginning to catch up with you, though. You might still be an iron man compared to a regular guy, but now in your late thirties you can no longer hope to win against men just as strong and fit who have a ten or fifteen-year advantage over you. You have no money saved or worthwhile pension planned; the million credits prize will set you up for life.

Lisa leans down so she can talk quietly and persuasively in a more intimate fashion; her long honey-blonde curls fall to tickle your bare chest. She wears a stylish loose suit jacket with neither a shirt nor a bra beneath it, and from your vantage point secured beneath the woman, her breasts are exposed to your view as she bends forward over you. You feel the heat from her palm, resting gently on your upper thigh, her slim fingers only inches from your gradually stiffening cock. You turn your head, trying not to focus on her firm and perky tits and hardened erect nipples. You feel your dick move slightly on your thigh, not becoming fully erect but nevertheless swelling and hardening slightly. Lisa glances down at your crotch, and you see her full, red-painted lips quirk into a grin.

"Damn bitch is doing this on purpose," You think to yourself with frustrated annoyance. "And she's getting a real kick out of this. I bet she's getting wet already."

Your dick moves again as more blood stiffens it as you inadvertently fantasise about Lisa's quim becoming moist. You know Lisa, of course, and how drop-dead sexy and beautiful her body is beneath that chic and smart suit. She was the runner-up three seasons ago, only losing in the final head-to-head challenge when she orgasmed seven times and the winner only came five times. She was such a fan favourite that the network held her contract instead of selling her servitude on. You jerked off while watching her compete in the trials more times than you can recall.

"Ready to roll," A member of the film crew calls out.

A few metres away, an actress with long blonde hair in a porn parody version of a nurse's uniform prepares herself. A push-up bra and half-unbuttoned crisp white uniform expose an expanse of cleavage, and her micro short skirt reveals long and shapely legs. A stainless steel tray with the nanite injector is held in her hands. You hope that she has received enough training to at least administer the injection correctly.