D-Femboy: Out for

You were once upon a time a pprofessional killer, though the detail of your past were unfortunately scant at best. You do know what you lost, flashes of the powerful body you had and the damage you could do to a room full of men. They thought that taking that away from you by planting so much lust into your mind with brain washing... but they only added to what was already there it did nothing to dampen your instincts or skills.

You were weaker... that was undeniable. You were smaller... you didn't know how that was possible. Your hair had grown long and fine; some time had passed through this transformation. It was difficult to except and that first year had you wandering around in a fog. One degradation after another sex with men and women countless and always you were the one under foot.

Your manhood suffered the same treatment as your body, the people that had done this to you wanted to break you. The swell of your hips and thighs the surgical narrowing or your waist, the fact that not a hair dared grow below your brow. You skin soft and sensitive beyond belief to the warm soft touch, the excitement of someone pressing into to from behind. Gene therapy of a sort this wasn't hormones... those would've worn off without medication... top class work. Even the way you moved was difficult to alter, this was part of the brainwashing subtle changes things that didn't affect your free will but nudges you into suggestive actions and positions like the tilt and sway of your hips when you walks the way you held your hands, even bathing and hygiene habits like the perfumes and soaps that you liked.

All these things were now as much a part of you as the fact you could take apart and rebuild a 1911 colt .45 in record time. You could hit a bullseye at 1000metres, the fact that you have the chemical knowledge to incapacitate or kill with at least 50 different compounds.

That second set of skills and the new ones implanted in your brain; namely seduction and the skills to use sex as a weapon made you less intimidating but immeasurably more dangerous... with the side effect of being seriously horny 50% of the time.

You had escaped five months ago bits of your past coming to light likes gathering up bits of a mirror to see yourself with. Speaking of which... the mirror of your new base of operations was so very frightening especially on those days you could resist the urge to flit about in not but stockings and sleeves... strange habit that has yet to break in those slow moments alone. Still there your reflection frightened and excited you for the very same reasons. You were HOT!

Today you were going to make some money with your new name and new clients... Sex being the key to get in a knife and a gun to get you out. You needed to fund your **** scheme after all.

-Yakuza lieutenant a man named Kanji needs killing runs a strip joint.

-Tech giant caught with corporate espionage needs to have an accident... she likes prostitutes of your variety.

-a Human trafficker like the one that sold you your first conscious week, an example needs to be made it'll be fun but messy.

-Awealthy married Couple known to kidnap college students have their fun and leave them broken at some mental hospital. Eye for an eye, the parents have made a good deal.

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