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Chapter 3 by ElizaLariana ElizaLariana

Do I allow anyone to join me and Tyra?

No*

I shake my head, indicating her of my decision. She allows me to walk into the bathroom and upon seeing the bed sheet, I put myself standing in the very center of it. She closes the door behind her, holding the **** kit and the paper bag her father returned with in one hand and a phone in the other.

Marcus' voice comes out of the phone. “Alright, I have already filled out the information on the sheet, but I will need consent from Miss Devon. I want to apologize to her for skipping this step, so hopefully she accepts it and signs the form,” he explains, adding an apology.

Tyra looks at me and I nod in confirmation. She hands me a pen and with difficulty, I press the pen onto the paper to sign on the lines indicated. Once I am done, Tyra resumes speaking, “Alright, all set. I'm going to put the paper in the bag, so it doesn't get wet or anything.”

“Good idea,” the older man's voice emits from the phone.

“First step is to put on some gloves to avoid any contamination. There should be a pair or two in the bag I gave you. Once you have gloves on, next step is the collection of clothes and underwear. You may put her clothes in the paper bag that Dad gave you. Now it may be still wet from the rain, so before you pack it, they must be dry,” Marcus states.

I willingly lift my arms up and allow Tyra to lift the shirt off of my torso. Since the only other presence in the room is another woman, I'm less stressed than if it was one of her brothers instead, since I'm wearing nothing else underneath. The removal of the shirt is sure to dislodge anything from my body, but it's fine since someone had the idea of a bed sheet to catch anything of the sort and prevent it from being lost. Tyra holds up the discarded shirt with both of her gloved hands and holds it between herself and me. “Yep, definitely still wet. Might be best to hang it somewhere. What's next?” Tyra calls out as she hangs the shirt on the nearby towel rack.

Marcus instructs Tyra in detail of what to do. The next steps involve swabbing for evidence from multiple parts of my body. Fortunately, the first swabs are for the exterior of my body and only the inside of my mouth. Knowing the psycho who imprisoned me had his way with me every chance that he got, he assaulted me in every place imaginable. I am ashamed that I cannot call myself a virgin, but I am not ashamed that under my own power, I was able to escape that place. Despite my fatigue, how each minute that passes I could keel over in my tiredness, I shake myself awake, keeping myself aware and helpful to this young woman performing this task.

She swabs the inside of both of my cheeks, thoroughly running the cotton from my top gums to my bottom gums. With Marcus' instruction, she is able to prepare the swabs for analysis that would come after the collection is done. Detecting my knees going weak, Tyra allows me, with Marcus' permission, to take a seat on the bed sheet. I instinctively put myself in a fetal position, mostly because of how cold it is in the bathroom. As I sit still, Tyra takes multiple swabs of each and every area of skin that may have evidence of that monster. I can recall him relieving himself, both with his ejaculate and urine across my body and never giving me a chance to wipe myself off or ever take a shower. I would sleep in his filth, so much that it was caked on my body for long periods of time.

Even though she doesn't appear to have experience with this kind of stuff, Tyra works her hardest, collecting swabs that could be dried semen, saliva, urine or other bodily fluids that left its mark on me. She even collects filings from underneath all of my nails and combs debris from my hair. The sensations I feel are quite therapeutic and I imagine myself in a salon, being pampered. My reverie is broken when Tyra taps my knee. I look up to find that the next step has come: swabbing my genitals. She makes it easy and comfortable for me, allowing me to lay down while I spread my thighs to reveal the vulnerability between them. I had always thought that's what my vagina and ass was these past three years, how I was so helpless against that monster's passions and kinks.

“Don't worry, Devon. I think this is the last part. Once this part is done, you can get a nice hot bath,” Tyra says. More swabs, all the more to collect each and every last bit of debris from the folds of my crotch. Tyra's voice cuts the silence in the bathroom one last time. “Alright. Last part of this will go inside and it might sting. Are you ready?”

I nod, staring at the ceiling. I feel the dry cotton enter my pussy, rubbing along the inside of my flesh. There is a slight sting, but I can handle it. Same for the next swab. She even attempts to swab my anal cavity and when the cotton goes in, it does sting more than my vagina did, but not that much, as the swab does not go probing far past the sphincter. Once the last swab is done, I'm left there as I hear Tyra packing everything into their individual bags and altogether back into the bigger bag. She also packs the shirt that was hung on the rack and the bed sheet that was used to collect anything that may have fallen off my body into the paper bag provided. Before going for the door, she allows me to sit on the closed toilet seat. Tyra hands the bag back to the guys outside. She returns, telling me to relax as she starts to turn on the shower, the hot water producing steam which condenses on the mirror after a few minutes, which also raises the temperature in the room a couple degrees in turn.

“Shower's ready. Did you need help going in?” Tyra asks and I nod, prompting her to lift me to my feet. Her hands are there as support as I step into the shower, the hot water in stark contrast to the chilliness outside it. I gasp, but it comes out as a moan. I start to sob, involuntarily, the simple sound a reminder of how I was **** to enjoy an orgasm that was unfamiliar the first time. Years had broken my masculinity. I was fortunate that the monster didn't seek to push me to a climax each and every time, focusing more on his pleasure and release. I loathed the enjoyment he had in humiliating me with his cum on my body. What snaps me back to the present is Tyra's comforting hand rubbing my back as the water cascades across half of my body. “Did you need help washing yourself?”

“Are you sure? You've done enough already,” I state, recovering from my sobbing, which is hidden in the water flowing across my face. I'm glad and also feel like she has been so generous thus far. I feel like I should be the one to clean myself up.

Still, she insists that she help and without getting my permission, she climbs into the shower, yet with the stream being blocked by my own body, she is left relatively dry on the other end. Maybe this is karma paying me back for my effort to save at least one other person from that pit of hell. By now, those girls are probably paying the price for staying. I cannot blame the Asian girl for her being unaware. I saw the opportunity, but it was fleeting. My intentions were good and now fate has brought me a fellow woman willing to drop everything and help me in my struggle. Her hands on my body, caressing off the leftover filth using water and soap, feels amazing, like a lobster discarded its old shell. She lathers and works shampoo into my hair, which with gentle tugs, is found to be matted in places. Her nails scratching my scalp is invigorating. I kind of get the idea that this isn't the first time she's been as Tyra. She is kind enough to be careful around my genitals and after a good deal of time, she manages to clean everything.

“If you don't mind, I might as well take a shower too,” Tyra mentions.

“I don't mind,” I answer, turning around. Taking my breasts once more behind my forearm, I switch places with her. I press my body back against the opposite wall, watching this woman confidently bathe herself in the cascading stream, her own hair absorbing the water and with it now weighted down by it, her hair sticks to her neck and shoulders. The length of her locks only goes down to her shoulder blades and thus does not cover the length of her spine, her slender figure and the ass that is mounted at the end of it.

As she lathers her body with soap, she turns around and finds me admiring her body from behind. She simply smiles, as if already comfortable with me in such a state.

I ask her a question as she turns off the water so she could properly wash her hair, making sure all of her locks are lathered in the shampoo she puts into it. “How long have you been.... becoming Tyra?”

Her face twists as if she is thinking back. The question lingers as she turns on the water again to rinse the shampoo from her hair. She turns around again to face me and it's then that she answers my question. “Six months. I've taken it once every month. My boss gives me bonuses with a pair of Basics. I still have some in my stash. But this is the first time I've been 'Tyra' in front of my family. I've only taken days off alone in another city as Tyra before.” I nod in acknowledgement and we lock eyes, as if on the same wavelength, same train of thought. “You probably had taken a Plus all those years ago.”

“A Plus?” I ask.

“The only permanent pill on the market. No going back to being Mr. Devon Garcia after taking it. It also comes with the regular chance of becoming pregnant, which is a surefire way to make a change permanent on other pill varieties,” she explains.

While on the topic, I quickly add, “And with the Basic, any chances of becoming pregnant?”

“None... at... all...,” she replies, emphasizing each word. “It's probably the main draw about it too.” Tyra turns off the water and pulls the shower curtain aside. She lays a couple of towels on the ground for us to walk onto and provides a towel to dry myself with. “Say, if you want to, I can take you to the lab I work at. Maybe one of my colleagues could do some bloodwork and find what kind of X-Change formula was used to change you.”

“You could do that?” I ask while I struggle to dry my hair with just the towel given to me.

“I mean, it's just a theory, but better than not finding out what turned you in the first place,” she says as she assists in drying my hair.

With her help, she ties my towel around my body and she ties hers to her body right after. She pulls me by the hand out of the bathroom and upstairs to her room. Turning on the light, it's revealed to me that no one named Tyra ever lived here for a considerable amount of time, as the look of the bedroom is in stark contrast to the girl walking into it. I could get the idea that the girl was into basketball growing up, but why would she have posters of male players lining the walls. I could think of inappropriate ideas why they were posted and I could imagine it would be more appropriate to have posters of female players on the walls. Still, it's clear that Tyra is fortunate to keep her male identity as Tyrone once her pill wears off.

Even though she is a woman for the next 23 hours or so, I could already see that with her experience, no one could tell that she had been a man a majority of her life. Her mannerisms and the way she holds herself in her body couldn't really give away that she was Tyrone on this Basic pill.

What kind of female clothes does Tyra have to offer?

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