Reconstruction

Vincent woke up in what could only be described as a daze. Every part of him hurt. He managed to open his eyes and saw something that stunned him. Jamala, Carola, Ada, Jessica, Emilia and Chiara were sleeping on chairs at the end of his bed both on the left and right side.

His mouth watered at the sight of so many girls in such skimpy attire. He tried to rise, but fell back, a weight pinning him back. Jamala’s eyes opened and she beamed at him. “Hello Vanessa.” “W-what?” He stammered. She reached into her handbag and took out a mirror. “Take a look?” Vinnie was confused. What the hell was she talking about?” She moved towards him and the mirror was pointed at his face. Except it wasn’t his face. “What the?” Vinnie gasped. His voice he realised was as foreign as the face that looked back at him. The pale skin, the blueish green eyes…the obviously not male face. “I think you are bigger than me now.” giggled Jamala. He looked down and saw them. “no.” “Yes, they are real.” Vinnie shook his head. His left hand was smaller, leaner, effeminate. And when he touched the tips of his exposed chest, moans left his throat. They were breasts, real, actual breasts. “They look tasty.” noted Jamala. He stared back at her. “Maybe look south.” she teased. Vinnie tried to understand what was going on, before Jamala pulled the blanket down. “Hey!” Vinnie squealed. “Look at you. You are a very sexy girl! And look at these.” She suddenly climbed on Vinnie. Vinnie moaned when she brushed his breasts. “They look so soft.” Vinnie shrieked when long nails caressed…soft and tiny soles. Due his size, Vinnie never wasted time on girly footcare. Now, his feet were different. Jamala was able to trace from toes to heel with easy speed. And the sensitivity was different. She stopped grinning. “Girl, you’re like a lake! A few tickles and you almost squirted everywhere!” As Vinnie caught his breath, he gasped again as Jamala’s finger….traced the entrance of Vinnie’s pussy.

“How…” “Well your parents were told what happened. They were revolted with you. Because of the damage, they needed to reconstruct you with nanite technology. Well that and a popular medication known as…/X-Change.” “X-Change, the **** that turns you into a chick?” She laughs. “Oh Vanessa, it can do many things other than that! It can even change sexuality. Some conversion camps use it to turn bisexual men into straight women. And the state uses it for **** case of paedophilia and sexual ****. And now, it has been used on you.”

“What? No. I…I might be a girl now but…no. I…I was turned on when I saw you all and I…I got wet when you touched me!” “You think you just wake up and you want cock now? No, honey. Your transformation is still in progress. Besides this way, you can have kids. And you certainly don’t have micromini genitals anymore. That is one sexy, plump, pussy tight there. And you are very endowed. I bet your cheeks are also round and luscious. I am sure a lot of your former victims will love the NEW you. I know I do.”

“NO! You’re lying! My parents love me and I love pussy still! And I always will.” “Is she awake?” asked Ada, stretching. “Yes. And practically crying when I revealed the surgery needed to put her back together. And her parents reaction.” Ada beamed as she waltzed towards Vanessa. “Gorgeous! She looks amazing.” “Feel her shaved parts.” “Don’t mind if I do.” Vanessa couldn’t move as the girls hand began to massage her most intimate parts. The pleasure shook her as they titillated her core. The other girls jerked to attention and soon their hands were all over Vanessa. Across her large breasts, palms running against her long stiff nipples. Her thighs, her leaking mound and even sliding under her and massaging her . She bucked, moaned, cried out with pleasure. Jamala whistled and they all stopped. “W-wait. I…I’m almost there!” pleaded Vanessa. “We know. Let this finish you off.” suggested Jamala, pulling something out of her handbag.