I refuse to let Greg touch me in that way.

I actually think very hard of my decision. So hard in fact that I make up a little scene in my head that I can't comprehend and I lash out in rage at Greg, almost scaring him. I scream like a girl who knows better.

"Okay, okay, I just wanted to make sure," Greg tries to assure me. To top it off he actually backs away from the bed to say that he is not a threat or a pervert. He gets to the door of the room and he and I hear something familiar. A jingle I have heard before. The bell jingle is heard when either a person walks in or walks out of the front door. Greg tells me that it is unusual to hear that sound. "That's funny, I thought I locked that door."

He opens the door to go check on things downstairs and up front. He closes the door to the room only slightly and peeks inside and says to me, "Just stay there, I just need to close a door. You see, I'm not open today. It's my day off." He smiles and then I see his head squeeze out from the cracked door and I'm left on the bed wondering.

It is the fact that I'm wondering about these nerve endings that Greg was talking about. I don't think I needed him to help me feel my supposed areas of failed transplant. I follow suit on my own and lift my white tank top and black bra underneath. This is the second time that I am seeing my own breasts and to my surprised, they feel and look different, like in a perfect way. I try to run my fingers on the tips of my breasts to see if my nerves still function. I run my index finger on my right hand atop my right nipple and I am not surprised to what I find.

I find that I can still feel and it's not numb or anything. The feeling however is unusual for me. Whenever I touched my own nipples as a man, all I felt was a flat nipple in my hands. But now, as a woman, the feeling has consequences when I touch my nipple. As I run my finger upon the nipple, the sensitive nerves in that fleshy area sends numerous signals to my brain as well as other parts of my body. I try to squeeze the nipple and again I feel numerous signals of the utmost pleasure soaring through my body. The signals multiply as I feel upon both nipples with both hands cupping my breasts.

The signals running through my body especially are sent to the area between my legs. Stuck in my own pleasure, I am not aware that my hands have left the area of my breasts and are now inching towards my crotch. One hands feels upon my legs while the other dives under my booty shorts and under the fabric of my thong. Instinctively, my middle finger prods and pokes until it finds a certain opening near a mound of pubic hair. It slides it successfully and the ultimate pleasure of my new body is found.

But it is short-lived. A minute into the pleasures of my vagina, I hear a very loud crash originating from the downstairs lobby. The crash sent tiny aftershocks throughout the house that I could clearly feel. A sense of caution and excitement runs through my mind as I stand up, fix my top, and leave the bed and approach the door. I widen the cracked door that Greg opened and peek outside. The hallway is dark, but knowing that I'm on the moon causes me to realize that something everything's going to dark. I look toward the kitchen and light from outside pierces through the only window in the kitchen. I look to my right to find the lobby fully lit with light from all the wall sconces and the table lamps. I leave the comfort of the atmosphere of the room and inch my way toward the stairs.

As I go down, I have a sense of knowing what I am going to find, but I want to list the best and worst case scenarios. In the best case scenario, I see Greg lying on the floor after something he moved fell and made loud crashing noises. But in the worst case, I see glass on the floor of where I walk and Greg somehow attacked by forces unknown to me. The case of the jingle would be that of a person either Greg or I knows personally.

I inch myself down the dark steps. The lower steps instead are baked in the light of lamps and sconces. I call out Greg's name before entering the lobby. The next moment indeed is what I would list as worst case scenario. Much worst than seeing Greg attacked by someone or something is never seeing anything at all. Once I call out Greg's name and enter the lobby, numbing pain if felt to the left side of my head and I black out, unable to see a worthy attacker or the scene which I was supposed to see.

I am unable to know how long I was **** but once I gather myself up and realize that I am standing in a different location other than the lobby, I assume that Greg and I were attacked by people. I regain consciousness, but I do not regain my speech and sight until later and a numbing feeling I still feel at the left side of my temple. My hearing although is like that of a mouse or a bat using echolocation. I hear a sound of a man grunting and somehow he is struggling against bonds of some kind. The sound come from directly in front of me. After hearing the man grunt and fight against a gag in his mouth, I soon realize it's Greg that is in bondage. I try to move slowly but I find that I'm in bondage myself. Both my hands are strapped together behind my back with a contraption that connects the binded wrist to the neck of the victim. I also feel a rather warm and large hand groping the back of my neck, holding me in place, standing in a cold room. This cold room is familar and once I realize I am in the lab in Greg's basement, I feel that Greg is laying on the steel bed that I once laid on.

I hear a voice, subtly familar, but I am unable to decipher his voice patterns. He talks, and I deduce that it's directed to Greg, but he is actually talking to another person as well.

"Greg, Greggy, Greg. You didn't think we would catch you. You obviously did a good job with that girl that standing over there," he tells him and I feel he is right now pointing at me. "But you were too careless. We found the body of the mind that is in that girl right now, and we did stuff to it. We actually implanted a mind into that body as well."

He switches his speech and directs it to a very familar voice spoken directly behind me. I hear him say, "The mind we implant is of this body next to you." I try to look up and see the body. The body next to Greg is a woman's body very similar to mine except for the long black hair flowing from the top of her head. "This body belongs to the mind that is in that man right there," he says and I see him point a little way to the right of myself. The ever so familar voice stuns me.

"That's right. Actually being a woman sickens me, but good thing Greg left a good body for us to use. I like it alot," the voice is the voice of my old body which I was transplanted out of and the very thought of my body being used by a woman sickens me as well. But my shocked state alerts my consciousness to that of my old body's beholder. "Hey, I think she's awake. Are you awake Charlene?!" he says as he grabs a mound of hair and pulls my head back. The expression on his face is maddening, like a psycho ready to kill. Somehow, a feeling of fright runs through my whole body as the grip of the man holding me strengthens.

"I guess she will get to see Greg's transformation after all," the man at the steel table chuckles. "Why don't we start then." the man at the steel table goes over to the console of the machine and preps it. He also takes time to fit both Greg's and the unknown woman's head with the headgear. He finally goes around to another console and pulls a lever, starting the process of mind transplantation. A familar whirring and electrical sounds. A light above both bodies shine and shine brighter as the sounds intensify. After a minute of loud sounds and bright lights, a loud sound much like that of a blown transformer is heard and both the whirring sounds and the lights above both bodies die down.

Five minutes pass but neither Greg nor the unknown woman moves an inch. Six minutes later, the body of the woman moves violently and screams wildly. The screams are so distinct that I already know that Greg is in pain and not pleasure. He for sure didn't prepare to be a female but I'm sure that he would find out soon enough. "No! No! No!" I hear the mind of Greg scream almost to the point that his new female body leaps from the steel table to escape the clutches of the imfamous man. To no success, Greg's mind in his female body is caught and held down by a man who I find was hiding in a shadow. Due to his large size, it is unclear how large the shadow was. The large man pushes Greg in his womanly body dressed in an oriental gown to the steel table. The man at the table turns and explains his dilemma.

"You know Greg, we wouldn't have come if you hadn't helped the mind that is implanted in that girl's body right now. But now that you did, you had it coming to you. And Greg, you can't be called Greg anymore. It would so improper," the man chuckles and the other behind me follow suit. "Let's call you, hmm............Danielle."

"Ooh very sexy," the man holding me chuckles psychotically.

"Now Danielle, I see that you and Charlene can't stay here anymore, now that we know where you are and where you live. How about we take you in, girls?" the man chuckles again and turns away from Greg, now Danielle. He turns to me and approaches me. He lay a finger on my smooth cheek and pats my left cheek gently, which consequently stings the former numbed side of my face.

"Charlene, I want to be pleased to know that you won't run away, not like Danielle who scared out of her wits right now. And plus, you can't wear that thing in the presence of a Khan," his explanation scares and shocks me. My eyes widen and he notices. "You didn't think you could get away that easily? It hasn't even beed three days since we gave you that order. But I assure you that your little ragamuffin is making all the adjustments, as a sex ****!"

Right now I want to cry but also fight back at the same time. The chuckles of everybody in the room is so annoying that I lash out at the man in tears, and somehow get away from the man holding me. I get up-close-and-personal with the leader of the group but as I approach him so suddenly, so suddenly he backhands a slap against my right cheek, sending me to the ground. I land face first but roll to my side to stare at my attacker.

"Fighting back won't get you far in this world," the man tells me in a somewhat wise voice and throws a red garment at my face. Good thing too, because the garment hides my angered face which is now in tears. A person from the group walks to my body and unlocks the bonds from behind my back and neck. With so many people now I see in the room, I know that it's pointless to run and escape. Even Danielle is calmed down and doesn't need to be held down.

I push myself up and observe the garment given to me. The fabric is silky and as I hold it out I find it is a oriental gown of the same design as Danielle's. The gown has a collar portion to it but it shows a rather large amount of cleavage when worn. The gown lack sleeve and the belly area is rather different from traditional gown. A large piece of fabric has been taken off. Only a narrow piece connects the top part of the gown with the lower part. That narrow piece connects the top and bottom at the front. At the back, when worn, the gown shown a large amount of skin easily touched by anybody touching my back. The bottom of the gown is a short skirt, barely concealing my buttocks and vagina. To think that this is the complete garment, I find it is not when the man throws a matching silky thongs and a pair of platformed acrylic heels with red inserts. I put on the thong after putting on the gown and then lastly slip into the heels. Danielle is given a similar pair but matching her gown color which is blue.

"Eva! Sayuri! Mind if you put up their hair," the man shouts to two sexy figures concealed in shadow.

The two reveal themselves, and one of the pair walks to Danielle and the other to me. The one walking to Danielle is Eva, who looks like she is of hispanic origin. She wears the same outfit as me and Danielle but of cream color. The one approaching me is Sayuri, who look more Thai and Chinese that anybody I've seen before. She wear a similar outfit but of black color. Her hair is knotted up tight with two black laquered chopsticks in place. She grabs a pair of chopsticks, red in color and punishes my hair. Her methods pull at the roots and stings my scalp. Once she is done, she give me a red headband to compliment the chopsticks. Eva does the same to Danielle.

"Good girls. Now Lee, lock them up again," he tells the man that held me to lock all four girls including me with the contraption from before. We refuse to fight due to the energy levels of our bodies being so low. "Now let's get them out of here."

One by one, in single file we are escorted into the elevator that brings you down to the laboratory and ride it up to the ground floor. I am third in line out the door behind Eva, and Danielle trailing behind me. Lee, the guy holding me can't seem to hold still shifting his escorting hand to different parts of my body. Whether it be my love handles, my shoulder, or the bare part of my ass, the personality of Lee doesn't match that of his body's personality before.

Sayuri is escorted out of the front door and the familiar jingle is heard. Eva is next and then me. we are lined up side by side outside, and when I stand next to Eva, I see a long face drooping from Danielle face. I can't whether if she is sad or frightened of the things these men are capable of doing. Once we are all lined up, one man holding a unusual device goes to a typical-looking door on a side of a building. Once he presses it, the door folds itself over to reveal, not a door but a steel double door like that of an elevator.

"Eva, Sayuri, you two are first inside," the leader calls out to the girls and the two men escort them pushes them into the now open elevator. The shaky hand of Lee leaves my body and he walks unusual towards Danielle, now placing his uneasy hands upon her body. She doesn't flinch or even looks at him. She just stares at the floor. I now look to see the leader walking towards me. He wraps his arm around mine and holds my chin first with his other hand. He pulls my face towards his and I'm **** to stare into his eyes. He continues his attitude towards me and says, "Don't be scared Charlene. All will be over soon," he finishes with a chuckle. His hand around my shoulder shifts down along the side of my body and rest of my hip. I am relieve to see the elevator open before he ever had the chance to shift his hand again.

He pushes me into the elevator and Danielle is pushed in after. After the door closes, his resting hand shift up the side of my body and gently grabs the flesh. His large hand become warm and I become uneasy with unfamiliar pleasure. The elevator ride is short and the doors open soon after. We arrive at an under-cavity parking garage where two black sedans hover in place. I see the top of Sayuri's head disappear into the far passenger door of the first. I can only assume Eva's already inside.

The leader pushes me around the back of the vehicle, of which I can feel the propulsion system blowing gust of wind under the car and past my heeled feet. He opens the passenger door and pushes down my head so that I am able to fit through the opening. Lee does the same to Danielle, pushing her head down so that the chopsticks in her hair don't get caught in the threshold of the passenger door. After we are comfortably inside, they close and lock the doors. The doors are much different from vehicles I see these days. The passenger compartment is like that of a taxi but resembles that of a police cruiser: a steel cage separating the criminals from the officers. But since the car itself is like a black luxury sedan, the cage is painted black but still retains the coolness of steel. The internal side of the door have no handles, so that the people inside don't get any reckless ideas of opening the door mid-flight. This door design was meant to kept whoever inside safe from harm to themselves or others.

The leader and Lee climb into front seats which the door are completely different. Like a Lamborghini, the front seated door open out and up in an awkward position, completely open the front seat compartment. I am unsure of this function on these car doors, maybe to make more legroom or just luxurious esthetics. Once the two men are inside a CB radio sound is heard and the leader of the group presses a button on the top console. The blue light of the button changes to a flashing red. Both cars are surrounded by a brief mist and the garage door in front of the first sedans opens wide to reveal an elevated under-cavity driveway. As I can see inside, Lee is in the driver's seat but the wheel stored in a wheel cavity. This must one of autopilot cars that inhabit the resort side of the moon. For a brief moment both cars inch away from their idleness and once they are completely outside of the garage, the large door closes shut and both vehicle jet onto the elevated roadway a few meters out.