Smuggler John gets Turned into a Sissy

This is you. John Carter. Twenty-seven years old. Never had a girlfriend. Nor any friends. All alone on the vessel you bought as a result of a company job where everyone treated you like an idiot. You’ve been doing smuggling jobs, and you could get by more or less. Your main issue was gambling, as it always drained your fortunes every time you had a successful run.

Truth to be told, you are not a virgin in the common sense. It’s not that you are not able to bury your dick in someone. Your issue is more so on the complicated side of things. Ever since your mind started registering things, you always imagined yourself as a woman. Later on, you got into the sissy side of the holo-net. And you just loved it! You also thought a lot about signing a **** contract at one of the famous zetan **** registrys, but that would mean living the rest of your life as a sex ****. And you are not sure if you are ready for that sort of thing.

As for your body, you are comfortable in it. Your body is you, and it is perfect the way it is. It’s just when it comes to sex, you are an outsider, as you are in the wrong person in the wrong body. Instead, you just pursue other things. Hence your current life as a smuggler. You can die any day. But the adrenalin that comes from it is priceless. If you cannot have sex, you can have at least this. And things as they are, why would you ever stop experiencing it?

For this occasion, you are at a pub, keeping an eye out for local rumors. One easy jo, perhaps two, and you will be out of the mess you are in. And no. You are not going to spend it on gambling. This time things will be different. Despite the pattern you locked yourself in.

“Hey isn’t that the bloke who fucked with us?” You hear the question from behind you. And all of the sudden your heart skips a beat.

You take a cautious glance to the side, and you see a tall, bearded, brutish man pointing his index finger at you. Problem is, you recognize him. He is the captain of that other vessel, if you remember it correctly, it is the Geneva. You teamed up with a year ago to steal weapons from a crime lord. Except that you stole the cargo to yourself, and kept everything to yourself. Like the wonderful person you are.

You reach for your weapon out of a mere instinct, but a gun is pressed to your head the next moment. Looks like a member of the crew just happened to be next to you. You couldn’t recognize him from the last time. Perhaps he is new.

“I’m afraid this is a misunderstanding,” you say, turning to the brute. But you know it’s not gonna work.

“My ass it is a misunderstanding,” the man barks. “You hear him? He says keeping my part of the goods is a misunderstanding. What? What kind of misunderstanding is that?”

Out of any logical responses, you resort to stay silent.

“Hey boss, you are thinking what I’m thinking?” a man next to him asks. You recognize him as his second in command.

“Yeah,” a third man joins in. “It’s been a while we had a sissy. How about we get one free of charge?”

“Hell yeah we gonna get him,” the brute barks.

And now you find yourself genuinely scared.

Your first thought is to reach for your gun again, but then you remind yourself that you are held at gunpoint. The pirate behind you stands you up, and your weapon is taken away. After that, you are stripped in front of everyone. Out of the blue, you receive a gag in your mouth, and your hands are cuffed together. You also receive a collar and a leash, and you are escorted inside the pirate’s vessel.

As usual, they don’t try to break into your ship. Any worth-half-a-teler smuggler would know how to make good internal security system. Instead, they decide to be happy by their current prize. And that is you. After you enter the ship, you are escorted to the cargohold. In there, you see a table with cuffs on its legs. The brute escorts you there, unlocks you for a brief period, then proceeds to strap your limbs one by one to the sides of the table as you get lied down on it on your back.

You take a glance at him scared. You can’t believe this is happening to you. In his hand, you can see a syringe. And you don’t have to guess twice to know what’s inside: It’s one of those Zetannano-injections. They gather a bunch of nanites in syringes like these, program them to outfit the host’s body with feminine features. Then they inject them to the poor person who has to go through this mess. By law, they are only permitted in **** registrys. But there is a black market for everything!

“Now we don’t know what features are pre-programmed in these. Let’s just hope that you will be a blonde!” the brute says, and he gives you the injection. You cry into the gag in desperation. But then you receive a second one. “Don’t worry, we not gonna let you suffer through it like in those facilities. You will be nice asleep. And you will wake up as a sissy.”

You start to feel dizzy, but you already recognize your body changing. Your start to grit your teeth from the pain. But you keep getting more tired in the process. And then everything goes dark at a certain point.