I see nothing but the darkness as the hood is pulled over my head, and I feel my body pulled back into an unmarked van. Their hands are so strong, pulling my arms behind me, trapping my legs together.
I squirm and try to cry out, in shock and fear, but the cloth against my mouth silences me. There's something else too, making me feel strange. I see stars, and then darkness.
I can feel this steady hum as I slowly wake, still in darkness, still bound helpless. I squirm and moan, but the cloth comes back, and just as I realize it's the sound of the van on a highway, I fall back into that dreamless sleep.
When I wake again, the hood is gone and I can see out the windows. The signs are different, the landscape strange, and I know I'm not home any more. I can feel the change in our driving feels -- there are starts and stops and turns. We're not on a highway any more.
As soon as we stop, I feel their hands on me again, the cloth comes with it and I fade into those stars again. I seem to come and go through consciousness in waves, only dimly aware of strange faces and sensations, or of my inability to move or speak. It all seems like a confusing fever dream.
I see just a single silhouette over me, as I finally seem to be allowed to wake for longer than a moment or two. I still can't move. My arms and legs feel held down. I feel pinned to this bed, with bright lights and confusion devices around me. My body feels sore, and strange.
The voice is soft, deep, sexy in a purr like a whisper.
"Welcome back. You should know that everything is going very well. All your treatments are working perfectly."
Treatments?
I wonder in panicked thoughts
I can move my head just enough to see IV's in both arms, and I really start to worry.
"The hormones that you've been on for the last 12 weeks have really taken hold. We'll get the sheet off you later, to show you, but your little titties are already coming in nicely. Your facial features are softening, and of course the electrolysis has gotten rid of that nasty hair, from your neck down. I'm afraid it's had an effect on your genitals, but no matter, those will be mostly caged and locked up anyways. Let's just say you'll need a smaller cage than you used to."
My heart is pounding.
"Your first body-shaping surgery went quite well, helping to round out your hips. That, along with the liposuction and ongoing corset training, will really help with your curves. We'll see how you do on hormones before we give you your final titties."
I'm in shock. It can't be real.There's too much to take in.
I try to speak, but my throat is dry and sore, and my lips feel heavy.
"Don't strain quite yet, baby. We scraped your vocal cords a bit, to raise your voice, and you'll probably need a few days to get used to your fuller lips too. Just rest for a bit. We'll get you up and on your feet tomorrow. Well, not on your feet I guess. We've shortened some tendons a bit, so you're really going to have to walk on 5" heels at least from now on."
The figure fiddles with the IV bag above me and I feel my eyelids so heavy. I try to resist for a moment or two, but once again I fall into a heavy sleep.
When I wake again, I feel the figure still there, seated at the side of my bed.
"Good morning... I wanted to be here when you woke up. You have obviously gotten a lot of information and I wanted to explain a bit more to you -- the you need to know beyond your treatments. Where to start? So, yes, let's see. We took you a little over three months ago. They've pretty much stopped looking for you. Your job is gone. Your apartment is gone. Your girlfriend has cried and moved on. She happens to already be fucking your friend David, it turns out.
"In time, before your government takes it, I'll empty out your bank accounts, to cover the costs of your treatments and, well, just because I want to. It shouldn't be a surprise to you, but you're far from home. You don't have a single thing but what I'll give you. You don't have any ID or papers but for what I have made for you. You won't have a roof over your head or a warm bed, but for what I provide for you."
She pauses, as if to let the power of her words sink in.
"If you reach up, you'll feel the metal collar around your neck that should constantly remind you of this. Don't feel for a lock, there isn't one. It is there permanently, just as you are mine permanently."
I try to speak.
"Why.... why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can. Because I want to. Because of the files you looked at online, that you thought no one knew about, made me hot to think about making your forbidden dreams real. But, really, it comes down to because I want to, and because it turns me on."
They pull back the sheet, and I get the first glimpse of myself. I can see my flesh, soft and smooth. Hairless. Instead of my cock, I see just a little pink nub of a cage, with swollen, hairless balls trapped beneath. I see the start of puffy breasts on my chest, and my waist held and squeezed in a laced corset.
"Now, I wanted you fully awake for this part."
They give a signal, and another figure appears all dressed in white, complete with medical mask and latex gloves. The new figure opens up a case of equipment, and soon I recognize the needle of a tattoo artist.