My story.

Hello, my name is Kaylani and I was that one Asian woman being fucked by those two black men in that living room. But you are probably asking how I got to that point in my life.

Well let me tell you my story. My name wasn't Kaylani before. Before it was Ronnie, and I was that one guy who heard the ticking on the bus. I was one of the four men who got out alive. The other weren't so fortunate.

Before I tell you my juicy story, I want to tell you what happened right after the explosion. The explosion could be heard from miles away and this rattled the nearby towns. Many thought it to be a terrorist attack and the government soon went in to investigate. They seen the carcass of the bus and found trace fragments of C4 with military DNA matching those of the high-ranking officers and officials. As I told you before they were imprisoned and the base shut down.

They found me and the three others lying on the ground some meters away from the burning hanger. They find out that we pass out but we all slip into comas and never wake up for at least 2 weeks.

This gives the people who found us, the people who also had built that mysterious secret base on that mysterious island, a chance to use us as the first test subject of their program.

This program you ask would be what people in the modern world would call a gender reassignment or a sex change, but with a few exceptions.

They took my comatose body and flew it and the others to the island. This base looked like a regular military base on the surface. But a few levels underground was the real facility that my body was taken to. They stripped the clothing off so that my body was completely naked.

Now that my body is naked they prop it standing up, using bonds to hold me still. Then two people put on me two unusual things. The first was like a bra, and placed it over my upper chest and secured it at the back. This bra-like garment wasn't any bra. This garment had two realistic, firm, medium-sized breasts. When they put the garment over my upper chest, I looked like a shemale with perfect boobs.

The next person placed something like a panty on my crotch. The person tucked in my penis to make room for the panty. My penis was snug under the panty, which was now fitting. But this panty wasn't any other panty. At the front side, was a facade of a pussy. A tight pussy at that.

When they were done they got this gun-like device that looked like a cross between a taser and a Desert Eagle. They pointed the device over the bra with the breasts poking out. Once the trigger was pulled, a steaming noise was heard. Visually, tiny steam vapors were originating from under the bra with the poking breasts. Five minutes later, one person was testing out the breast. My manly toned chest was gone and two natural-looking breasts poked from my chest. They looked and felt real in the hands of the person testing.

The other person took the device and pointed it at the panty with the vagina in the front. After another five minutes of steaming, the panty conformed to my body and my penis was no more. Testing it out, the person found that the pussy was really functional. Taking a finger or two, the person testing inserted it inside and found that the finger disappeared inside my body. This is mainly because the proteins in the penis were being manipulated to form the uterus of a woman.

The next few weeks were for fine tuning. The people working at the base were making my body the perfect womanly shape any man could ever want and desire. Since my ethnicity was Asian, my body looked like an 18-year-old Asian hottie. I had long brunette hair that flowed down from the top of my body in natural curls. My skin was tanned more for a more islander look. Hormones were injected into my body, which had a permanent effect on the look of my face and ass cheeks. I didn't look like the man I was before. Now I looked like a model.

Even though my body looked and felt like a woman, my mind sure did not think like a woman. Using top secret procedures and techniques, they implanted a woman's mind in place of my manly mind. Not even a tiny hint of a man thought in this mind.

Now comes the time where I start to tell my story through my own eyes and through my own personal experiences.

After several weeks of working on my body and mind, and eventually my soul, it is time to wake up from my slumber.