Monica loses her cock...

The rest of the morning was spent with Monica, who slid into the role of loving wife very easily, as you finished the social item list that was left by the planning team. You made sure to document everything with photos, cheesy and hammy videos, and copious for you (normal for society) public displays of affection. You made sure to hold Monica's hand, or place your hand around her waist, and gave her kisses in public. Monica, for her part, made sure to stay close to you, wrapping her arms around you and genuinely playing the part of the woman so well that a few commented how nice it was to see a couple so close.

As the two of you sat by the ocean-view terrace for lunch, the same waiter from earlier came by and after introducing himself, leaned forward. "The mistress has left the resort on the first car out. She wanted you to have this." He handed you an envelope and excused himself. You handed it to Monica who slipped it into her purse without looking and the two of you enjoyed a chatty lunch with some toucans debating philosophy above your heads. At least you'd like to think so, you didn't speak Bird after all. For all you knew, they could've been arguing over cereal.

The afternoon hike was cut short when Monica complained about the pain and discomfort in her stomach and hips and the two of you had returned a bit early to your room. Jenkins was still bound and gagged but knocked **** by the **** you had injected into him and, for good measure, you had made sure he had been returned to his room. Here, though, as she laid down on the bed completely nude, you observed the effects of the medication first hand.

You never thought you'd see a spontaneous gender change in front of your eyes, having only read about them in books and sappy internet sites with stories of men becoming women and then going slut-crazy. Here, though, you were in the front row as the semen you pumped into Monica went to work.

She laid back with her hips spread open and her mouth letting out small moans as her penis, the shaft elongated but thinned by the shrinkage, first became as erect as possible. You watched, enthralled, as it pulsated, starting from the tip of the head, as the shaft slowly began to shrink and get smaller and smaller. Her testicles had all but disappeared and now the sac had puffed up with a thin line forming inbetween. You continued to watch as the shaft grew smaller and smaller with a small flesh-colored hood growing and beginning to cover it.

"Ooooh...." she moaned again as the last bit of cum squirted from the tip of her tiny penis before the hood of skin completely covered it. She moaned again as her body rearranged itself internally, forming a uterus and ovaries, from what you expected, though you were still baffled by the exact nature of it all. The business side of things also did not make sense. We could make a killing on the Trans market! you wondered, but then you'd probably be killed by snu-snu, your luck being that the medicine only worked because it meshed with your semen.

"Oh baby..." she whispered again and you looked back. Gone was any semblance of a penis and testicles. You were looking at a very nice, wet, and functional vagina on your woman. "How do I..."

You leaned over and gave her a warm, passionate kiss. "You did great, baby. Go to sleep, we have a long night ahead of us."