Marie looked up in fear as her captors towered around her. She couldn’t see them, but she knew they were there because she could overhear them talking about her. Seven months ago, she had been a normal businessman named Steve, but his desire for profit had taken him a bit too far.
Their voices murmured in the dark as Marie waited helplessly, “Subject is progressing well. Facial reconstruction successful, subject now possesses a fully feminized face. Hair recoloration and restructuring of the hips has also been conducted as requested. Suggest breast augmentation next, with final surgery soon to follow. Also suggest that the subject be…”
Her mind tuned out the rest. Final surgery. The words sent chills down her spine. For months now, she’d been subjected to their forceful procedures and although she was glad to be near the end of it, the implications frightened her. It didn’t take a genius to understand what was happening. The weight loss, the hair removal, the surgeries all pointed to one thing: feminization. By now, the constant double doses of female hormones had given her a soft girlish figure, with curves in all the right places. Even her voice had changed, losing its deep, commanding tone. It sounded light and dainty now, perfectly matching the rest of her body, save for that last remaining vestige of her masculinity, but even that would be removed from her soon. Marie shivered.
Marie abruptly became vaguely aware that the discussion about her had ended as her mind grew silent. Then from out of the shadows, a different voice suddenly spoke. Its calm, even tone was eerily unsettling, “You shouldn’t have crossed us, Steve. Though I’m kinda glad you did. Such a pretty little thing you make.”
Footsteps echoed across the hardwood, a door slammed, and then all fell silent. She was once again alone. For several minutes, she remained motionless. Then, a vulpine smile slowly formed upon Marie’s delicate new face as she gazed upon her naked form. I’m kind of glad I did too.