Yes

“I know you’re not stupid. Which is why I brought up the most contentious issue first. I hope to have a very long and deep relationship with your son. Starting off by concealing or obfuscating something so important would jeopardize that. I want him to come into this relationship eyes wide open.”

“I noticed you still haven’t answered my question about why you had a file on John!” Helen said in a stern voice.

“I had inside information one what the Aliens were planning. I received it two months before the announcement. My informant gave me proprietary information about those humans who were to receive the premium package of nanites. They’ll be stronger, faster, and have improved versions of the benefits the aliens listed in their announcement. More durability, faster healing, longer lifespans. John was one of those who got the premium package, as were you. As is everyone in this household, including Sam. Neal was also on the list, but I never approached him.”

“So, you’re collecting all these individuals. Why?”

“What I told you about what the aliens wanted did not mean they were going to get it. What they are trying to do has never been done before. They are trying to take beings from an alien race that evolved on a different planet, and make them sexually compatible with themselves. They’re not even trying for fertility at this point; they'll settle for the modified men simply being able to scratch their itch, frequently, and for the modified females being able to stand on equal footing to them. They are all bi-sexual after all. And just to make it even harder they have to do it in a way that allows the subject to retain their personality and sense of self. They don’t want to turn their subjects into self-loathing monsters.”

“How nice of them!” Helen said in a scathing tone.

“Actually, it is. They have no technical need to do any of that. They could have simply done it with no warning, disguising their manipulation as a virus that escaped from a lab. They came forward to our leaders, or at least those men with the most influence over our society, and laid their cards on the table.”

Natalia paused and gave Helen a look. “One reason I’m being so upfront is because the aliens scammed those men by not mentioning the turd in the soup of their little offering. I don’t want you accusing me of doing the same thing.”

“And are you going to tell me what that is?”

“Your son has already run into an example.” Natalia looked over at John and said, “Neal”

John’s eyes grew wide. “That’s going to be a thing?” He asked as he resisted the urge to stick his hand in his pants to make sure his junk was still intact.

“Yes, very much so. This time next year there are going to be ten females for every male. The extra are going to be former men.”

“Wait! What! What am I not hearing here! Who is this Neal?” Helen demanded.

“A friend of ours, Neal Finnigan was transformed from a rather effeminate boy who may, or may not have been, gay, into a full on girl. With all the working parts. As your son can testify.”

Helen gave John a questioning look. “Betty, a friend, told me the girl was Neal, but I didn’t know Neal well enough before to make a guess myself. I don’t know if the girl we met on the way here was him for sure, but I can swear there was nothing male about her.”

“It was Neal, and he’s not going to be the last. Right now Sam is transforming as well. By tomorrow morning he’ll be fully female as well.”

John stopped looking freaked and smiled. “I’m glad. I knew it was something he wanted real bad.”

“Those two, and a few others are what you could call trial runs. The big change will be happening in a month. Who gets changed will depend on their sexual activity during the next thirty days. Men who were highly sexually active won’t be changed, those who weren’t at all, will be. I think you can see why we couldn’t spread that news.”

“Fuck, it woud be none stop ****!” Helen swore. “And to think all I was worried about was getting mind-fucked by John’s father.”

“What!” John shouted, coming to full attention. “Did he try to do that?”

“No, I figured it would take him a few hours, or days, to figure it out. But he would have. I know him. He’s always resented me taking the company out from under him, even though he has more money now than he knows what to do with. He’d rather burn the company to the ground than let me be his boss for one more day if he had any choice. The idea of me being a cock-hungry bimbo would have suited him just fine. I got while the getting was good. I was on my way to you when you called me.”

Helen looked at Natalia and asked. “What are the chances John will be transformed.”

“I don’t know. What are the chances of him going the next twenty eight days without having sex?” Natalia answered with a smile.

“Slim to none, and slim has left town,” Helen answered. “That’s a weight off my chest. So, tell me. You know so much. Is it true that we’re immune to the effect if we are already pumped full of some man’s spunk? I mean if I’m already some man’s bitch, no other man can make me his?”

“Yes.”

“And now I know why you’re so interested in John. So, what are you offering?”

“Everything. All our talents, all our possessions, and our bodies. You son got the premium package. As did I and the girl’s in this house. We are as close to matching the aliens as it is currently possible to get. On paper we are the core of a perfect pride. What the reality turns out to be will have to be seen. If he becomes our alpha we won’t be compelled to obey him. We’ll want to do so. Our lives will focus around making him as happy as possible.”

John’s eyes widened in horror, his mind flashing back to Neal’s behavior. “No way! I don’t want that!” He protested. “I don’t need a bunch of girl’s kissing my ass because they have to, and begging me for sex.”

“Not have to, want to. But I can understand why you feel that way John, that’s why we selected you after all. But, don’t worry. You don’t have to be afraid we’ll become mindless bimbo’s, that effect is short lived. Plus, it only happens if the girl in question hasn’t already built up an immunity, like Betty did. I’m hoping you’ll be able to restrain yourself to you current fuck pets untill the rest of us can build up the same level of immunity as Betty had. If you do that we’ll retain our intelligence and personality right from the start. As for kissing your ass? We want to make you happy. If that means trying to kick you in the balls when you get a bit too free with your hands, we’ll happily do it if that pleases you. As hard as we can. After all, you’ll heal. If it makes you feel better it’s not uncommon for a Felinoid female to fight like hell to keep from being mounted. It’s hard wired into her, as it is into the males to find that behavior stimulating. How much of that we’ve ended up with is another of those things that only time will tell.”