A female stranger in a sharp dress suit, looking for you

Opening the door you are faced with image of the quintessential no nonsense businesses woman come to life. Her black hair is shoulder length and exemplary cut. Her black dress suit making her look sharp and professional. Her skirt ends just above her knees, her lower leg covered in black silk socks and ending in black heels. Her face is stern, made even sterner by the fact that her sunglasses hide heir eyes. She carries a black leather bag that matches her clothes flawlessly. A really expensive black car is parked right outside on the streets. This woman is surely loaded. But what is most impressive is that despite the punishing heat the woman's brow doesn't betray a single drop of sweat.

"Can i help you?" You ask. Wondering what this strange lady is doing here.

"I am looking for a Mr John Doe." She says as she stares directly at you from behind her sunglasses. Her calm voice is clear and commanding.

Your heart skips a beat. This is not good. The person she is looking for kinda doesn't exist any more, well its you but how do you tell that to a stranger clearly looking for a young man.

"I'm sorry, you must have the wrong address." You respond. Unable to meet her gaze you hurry to close the door but she reaches out and grabs it. Before you where worried, now you are feeling scared as she appears to tower over you.

"I understand that he might want to be refereed to as miss Amy Doe." She says in the same calm and clear tone as before. You freeze, a million and one questions race trough your head. What does this person know being chief among them. You are really scared now.

"I also happen to know that he appear to have gone trough some rather drastic changes in a very short time. In fact his current appearance is very close to to your own miss." She continues. Your heart is beating like a drum. You are really close to panicking. Yet you don't now what to do, you are only capable simply starring at her dumbfounded.

"I represent the medical research company Biofoze and we are very interested in what has happened to you." she continues, her emphasis on the word very is really foreboding.

"I think you and i should have a talk, don't you?" She continues. Hear voice seem to imply that not letting her in and letting her talk would be a serious mistake.

Still in a state of fear you step aside allowing the woman to enter. "Thank you" she says as if you just handed her a cup of coffee she just ordered. She walks in to your house. The tapping of her heels echo trough the empty house. You close the door and follow close behind her.

She sit down at the kitchen table and gesture for you to take the seat opposite her. Which you do meekly.

"Now." she says. Removing her sunglases and reveling a pair of piercing amber eyes. "I want you to start from the beginning and tell me exactly what happened to you."

Almost shaking you start telling her your story. How you woke up as a girl, the phone call of the strange woman, how you where impregnated by your best friend, and the aftermath of all that. The woman sit silent and listen intently trough it all, regarding you silently. Unable to meet her eyes you stare down at the table for the entire thing. It takes you several minutes and by the end you feel so scared you are about to cry. A pregnant silence falls over the room as you finish. Finally you manage to muster enough courage to ask a question.

"How did you find out?" You almost whisper.

"Well we where tipped of by the fact that a young man that had never publicly voiced any transsexual tendencies is suddenly applying for a a change of his name and gender in his public records." She answers, still calm with a hint of smugness.

"Now this is not that unusual really. It might however be considered a bit odd that he is so suddenly about to marry a close childhood friend. But even that can be explained. " she continues.

"Whats really odd however is how your sister has been talking about her becoming an aunt soon on social media. That it's her sister that's pregnant. And the fact that your parents and your fiance's parents have all searched the web for things regarding boys turning into girls. Now these things combined put you on our radar." Jesus how much have they dug up on you.

"And then you yourself started applying for prenatal classes and booked a meeting with a midwife. Now that's really strange." She continues. Building up like she is about to tell you the real kicker. Like it wouldn't have been enough that you had applied for programs catered specifically to pregnant women. All you can do is listen as she shares your own secrets with you.

"Then we managed to get a hold of pictures of you, sent from a private account owned and used by the young man you used to be. But these photos showed a young woman masturbating in your room. Which where sent to the man you are about to marry. along with some very interesting chat conversations about your situation." She continues like a detective in an old British novel that is calmly explaining how she finally caught the murderer. You can't believe that they where able to get those pictures from your private chats. How far does this persons reach go? How much in danger are you in?

"Now these pictures where really interesting as the betrayed no surgical scars or other physiological traits that would have been present in a male-to-female trans-gendered man that had gone trough a sex change operation. Especially on that had gone trough years of procedures in less than a few weeks. Our only conclusion was that this man had somehow changed his biological sex which unprecedented efficiency. To the point even that he might be the first male to have transitioned into the female gender that had been successfully impregnated. And you just confirmed our suspicions."

You feel as your entire world is swinging. You are scared of what she is going to do now that her suspicions are realized.

"Biofoze are very interested in studying you in order too find how you where transformed." She declares finally, smiling at you.

Is that it for you? Is she going to stop humoring you and **** you into her car? Or is she going to have some goons come in and take you away? Then what? Are you going to be looked into some lab and treated like a piece of meat for them to run their tests on? Whats going to happen to your family? How will they react when they get home and you are gone? What will Alex do? Then a sudden shock of fear shakes your very core, whats going to happen to your unborn child? They can't hurt your baby right? Then another tough hits you and its as if your stomach sinks to the floor. They might not even need you alive, only your body to study. To carve trough and dissect until nothing but fragments of bone and flesh remains. You feel like you need to trow up. The idea of your own brutal **** straining the limit of what you are able to bear. Whats going to happen to you.