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Chapter 7 by Zeebop Zeebop

Ask or Don't Ask?

Ask

"Maria," Lois said. "I've heard things about women...disappearing. In this club."

The woman, who was in the process of toweling Lois off, tensed for a moment, but didn't stop.

"Some people want to disappear. Some people don't like who they were." The pink-and-purple haired woman said.

"Do you know what happened to them?" Lois asked, as Maria moved the towel up to her tits. Through the fluffy white cloth, she could feel the barmaid's strong hands.

"Yes."

"Tell me." Lois said, and she laid her hands on Maria's arms and drew her close. "Please."

The hazel eyes locked on Lois' own blue orbs. "I wasn't always a woman."

The barmaid licked her lips. "I wanted to be. I tried to be. But it was hopeless. Something I'd never achieve, you know? Not conventionally. Diet, exercise, surgery, tucking, makeup... just a busty boy, at best. But we live in a world of miracles. Alien technology. Magic. There are solutions out there, for people like me, if you look hard enough...if you're willing and able to pay the price. I was willing."

Lois looked at the naked barmaid. Her breasts seemed real—small, but indisputably feminine, as was her long lean form, the shape of her bones and skull—nothing androgynous at all. The barmaid noticed her look and spread her legs wide, then reached down and pulled open the folds of her labia, exposing the hot pink tunnel. The pussy appeared au natural. No scars, no ill-formed shapes or even abnormally bulging clitoris. It was as perfect as an anatomy textbook drawing.

"What price?"

Maria stared at the floor. "The cover is a front for a lab. Real mad-scientist shit. A corporation testing something they back-engineered from somewhere else. They needed test subjects." She met Lois' eyes once again. "I volunteered my body for science. Became a lab rat. I let them do anything to me—just for a chance to be who I always wanted to be. And they did. And I did."

The woman—Lois could not think of her as anything but a woman—wrapped the towel around her wet multicolored hair.

"I need to see it," Lois said. "I need to know what happened to them. To you."

"Okay," Maria said. She bit her lip. "I can show you."

Where Do They Go?

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