Alpha testing

Dr. Medea reaches up towards something on the helmet you're wearing and pulls a clunky set of goggles down over your eyes.

"There we go." She says as your vision is eclipsed.

Everything is black. You barely make out the sound of her heels clicking for a few footsteps and the sound of a door closing. You guess that she's just left you there all alone. The room grows eerily quiet as you sit in the dark, patiently awaiting what she has in store for you. Somewhat nervous, you begin to notice the rhythm of your breathing, the sound it makes as you inhale. Your slow exhales. The pulse of your heartbeat, steady. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Calming. Thump, thump. Soothing. Thump, thump. You begin to drift off, relaxing here in the chair, in the darkness. Allowing your muscles to release their tension. It's almost as if everything is fine once again. If you focus, you can almost forget all of what has happened recently.

A spot of white light begins to form before you. It slowly grows larger and brighter as you watch, beginning to fill your entire vision. Slowly darkened areas appear, and shapes become present but slightly out of focus until finally you notice you're looking at a different room. It's larger than the room you were in. There are bookshelves and tables and a comfy brown couch on one wall. You turn your head and see a door along that wall as well as various paintings of lush landscapes. It's almost as if you've been transported to some living room. The whole place seems inviting and pleasant. And then, you notice Dr. Medea walking out from the side of your vision to stand there just a few feet before you, though this time she wears a much sexier outfit, almost as though she's dressed for Halloween. A tight white blouse that she's virtually bursting out of, a pleated miniskirt, fishnet stockings held up by black garter straps. Her long dark hair, hangs down below her breasts. And she wears bright red lipstick. It's as though she's something out of a sexy photo shoot.

"Hi." She calls out with an enormous smile on her face. "Welcome to the latest in simulation technology. I'm sure you're wondering what is going to happen, but don't worry, I'll be taking good care of you during this exam. We're going to get to know each other really well." She giggles. "As you see, everything around you is simulated in our facility. The walls, the couch, even me." She gives a little twirl and her short skirt rises enough to see the round curve of her ass cheeks. "I'll be tweaking certain things in order to match your responses both verbal and nonverbal. So don't be surprised if things seem a little odd. But, first, let's take a quick look at yourself."

Her voice, her face, everything seems exactly the same as before but her demeanor is so much nicer now, even if she does seem a little simple-minded. It's somewhat comforting. And definitely sexier.

She smiles, "Who are you?"

The question is so pointed and unexpected. "uh,Jane" you timidly reply.

"Jane?" She giggles. "Isn't that cute. You've come up with a name for yourself and everything. But honestly, you don't expect me to believe that's your real name do you?" She continues, "I mean are you really?"

A rush of emotions flood your mind, unsure of what to say.

"Are you?" She pushes again.

"Well... uh..... my name.... is really John, but... I... " Your feminine voice trails off.

"Yes?" She stands there with a blank expression on her face awaiting your reply.

What are you supposed to say? You sit there, not knowing exactly how to respond. How do you sum up your current situation for someone? Its all a little unsettling.

Just then another huge smile appears on her face, "That's ok," she continues, "You appear to be having a teensy identity issue, which is why I'm here." Her voice has taken on a slightly cartoonish sound as she smiles brightly at you, "Right now I'm hooked up to your thoughts through an EEG. You see, as you respond to stimuli, little electrical fields emanate throughout your widdle bwain, and I monitor and record those so that I'm able to better understand your thoughts even when you're unable to speak them." She lets out another giggle.

"Now, having trouble with your identity is quite understandable. I mean, given your current condition. Look at yourself." And as you glance down, you are able to see yourself just as before, "Big tits, sexy girly body but yet you still have a little prick under that skirt." She reaches down and a surge of trepidation courses through you at the thought of her revealing your current form. She pauses only to flitter the edge of your miniskirt while giving a little whistle. "Oh don't worry, you've got nothing to hide from me. Remember? I'm hooked directly into your thoughts."

"Now," She takes on an almost childlike facial expression, "many people have pwoblems with self identity. The only difference is yours is a little more unique due to your rapidly developed physical state, but even that isn't unheard of. I'm sure you've read about or even seen a few transgendered people in your life. Men who identified as women, and thus acted, dressed, and even underwent treatment to look like them as well. I mean, for all intents and purposes they are women"

"I'm not saying your one of those people, just that they exist, and aren't much different from yourself, at least physically. Wouldn't you agree?"

You slowly nod, still baffled by the entire situation.

"Perhaps I should bring you up to speed. We've discerned that your current state is due to a particular hormonal status you already had at the time of the experiment. Apparently your chromosome analysis indicated your karyotype to be... a bit more fluid than most." Maybe she saw the confusion on your face or this EEG thing told her what you were thinking because she instantly changes her attitude again. "But I don't want to bore you with the science of it all." That cute giggle escapes again, "What matters most to me is who you are now. Ok?"

She turns and steps over toward the wall, "I'm going to help you figure out who it is that you are, who it is that you want to be, and I'm going to help you find that person within yourself, alright?"

Your thoughts begin putting together the full situation, being here in this virtual world, with her simulation analyzing you in real time. Your brain begins to spark ideas of what may or may not be possible. Just what thoughts can she see? Just what reactions will she judge? Should you be on your guard?

"What I'm about to show you may be a little unexpected, however it is necessary in order to determine your thought patterns. As I said, all of what you see is entirely simulated. This couch, the books, even my breasts." She lets out a laugh, "HAH! I noticed you checking out my tits." She reaches up and gropes one as if just to tease you. "You see, you're helping yourself already." She bursts out in a giggle.

"Now, I'm going to present to you a few images." The room grows darker and a large flat screen appears on the wall before you where there was nothing before. The doctor reaches over, her short skirt pulls up another inch or so and you notice her sexy round ass cheeks once again as she taps the screen. Instantly an image of a lovely brunette appears on the screen wearing a sexy red dress and heels. She's got a very lusty look in her eyes.

"Good."

"I want you to focus on the screen before you."

The doctor taps the screen again. This time a busty blonde appears in a tight orange bikini. She's on the beach and dripping wet, revealing a beautiful smile and perfect rack.

"Next." The doctor taps the screen again. "And as you focus I want you to relax."

This time a young petite dirty blonde appears wearing an oversized jersey and boxer briefs. It looks as though she's in a girls bedroom. She too has a wonderful smile which reveals a hint of sexiness.

"You will notice small details."

The doctor taps the screen and a video of a woman in black lingerie fills the screen. She sits before a mirror, putting on lipstick. She takes her time and looks to be enjoying the ritual in anticipation of what will come later.

"Each one letting you relax even more."

Another tap at the screen and it switches to that of a skinny redhead as she bends over rolling stockings up her thigh. Her black panties draw your attention to her round ass.

"One after the other, I want you to focus on what you see."

Another tap and you see another brunette glancing up coyly at you while sitting in a large window sill. Her legs sexily perched revealing soft skin. She blows a kiss toward you.

Your prick has apparently also noticed the theme of the show as it begins to stiffen.

”I'm well aware you're quite attracted to women. Your social rearing has hardwired certain responses. But there's somethingelse I'm more concerned with, so...”

And she clicks the screen once again to reveal a large throbbing cock.

"Yes, Jane, I'm more interested in your reaction here." The long shaft ending in a massive round head. One bead of precum sits there at the tip.

“Wait, what?” Starteled, your feminine voice calls out. What is she doing?

She taps the screen again and yet another thick cock is revealed on screen. The rod bounces before you, long and hard.

“Why are you showing me this?”

She taps again and you see a young blonde deep-throating a huge prick. She seems to be taking pride in her work as she hungrily devours the cock.

Your own prick leaps in excitement. Yes, this is much better.

She taps again and you see a brunette lustily licking the tip of a perfect cock. A strand of pre-cum trails between her tongue and the tip. Desire flashes in her eyes.

“You see Jane, it appears your sexuality is more fluid than previously thought.”

Another tap and yet another cock being sucked by a beautiful blonde. You notice the veins engorged with blood while she eagerly attacks his rod. Each one twisting and winding their way toward the bulbous head. The woman working the shaft in a distinct rhythm. Up and down. Up and down.

You feel your hands begin to work their way towards your own joystick. Pressing hard against your prick through your skirt. Your muscles tense at the sensations.

“Now now, Jane, this is only for testing purposes. Pleasure comes later dear. For now you'll have to keep your hands unoccupied.”

You're reminded that you're not alone and she can see everything you're doing and thus you feel a bit of embarrassment as you ashamedly slide your hands to your sides.

“It's ok to feel turned on looking at cocks.” She giggles. “Oh look, here comes the good part.”

The blonde in the video breaks her mouth free from the cock and strokes it faster and faster just as it spurts hot cum all over her face. Giggles of glee erupt from her as she collects her prize and licks her fingers.

“I'm getting turned on right now just watching her swallow that thick load.” She turns back towards you, “It's all a part of the whole, Jane. Dicks and Pussy go together naturally. It's instinctive that seeing a throbbing cock would make you think sexy thoughts. It's what you've seen your whole life when you thought about sex and only fitting that it excites you.”

What she says seems to make sense, but it still sits a little uneasy for the moment.

In the background the blonde continues to clean herself and that cock, lusting after every drop. Your cock, still rock hard, awaiting that same eager finish.