The first thing he did was scan his surroundings....a normal steel bed frame with a foam mattress. As his ass tried to feel the sensation of the mattress it felt firm to his butt cheeks. The whole room was white washed, and the floor was composed of cheap mosaic marble.
The air lacked any odour but the temperature was perfect. There was a rusty radiator to his left, and above it was a window that was barred by grills on the outside. He had lost all perception of time and he quickly looked around for a clock. There was none.
The room was bare except for the bed in the centre, a window with a radiator below, and to his left, and a worn out white washed door. In front of him was a porcelain sink with a rusty tap. No cupboards, no mirrors, no fan, radio or TV.
On the ceiling, directly above him was a black orb, which resembled a security camera, like the ones they have in shopping malls to catch shop lifters. Above the bed was a florescent tube, but he couldn’t seem to find any switches that would turn it on.
The room was illuminated by the sun that shone through the patterned grill across the floor. There wasn’t much light since it looked like the sky was overcast. The little light that shone through the window painted a faint stencilled pattered that stretched across the floor, that was the only light that he had to work with. His sight was very blurred, but it seemed to be clearing up at a constant pace.
He tried to get out of bed when he noticed a lock of blonde hair on his shoulder. Raising his hands over his head he brushed his hair back with his hands and a few strands of long blond hair got caught between his fingers. He felt this was strange, but he didn’t remember what his hair color was in the first place.
The blurriness in his vision disappeared and he noticed his skin tone had changed dramatically. It was as if the melanin in his skin had disappeared. He looked at his hands that seemed to have gotten more delicate, a ghostly white, lacking any colour whatsoever.
He then got out of bed and he felt as if something was missing. In between his thighs it felt as if a vast chasm had developed. He lifted his nightgown to see that it was replaced by female genitalia.
Flustered he ripped open his nightgown and found a lovely pair of breasts of milky white obstructing the view of his feet.
Suddenly the door opened, a man in a lab coat stood before him. His skin was wrinkled, with a long grey beard, he looked so cliché, yet his eyes looked glazed and extremely menacing. He was bald and he had abnormal skin discoloration across his head and his face. He spoke very abruptly, "No.69 looks like the transformation worked perfectly. The genetic mutation coupled with advanced surgery has transformed your physique in its entirety. I might add a lovely transformation indeed.”
He struggled to speak, but only a whimper came out of his mouth.
“Don’t bother talking. Your larynx has been operated upon and you will regain speech in about a week. I must say I love those breasts, 50% the real thing from oestrogen supplements, and the rest from well fused silicate carbon composite implants…keeps the weight of the breasts to a minimum.”
“Come you have to look at my masterpiece. Come my child, come….”
He followed the stranger like a zombie. It made absolutely no sense to him. Why had this happened to him? How did he land in this wretched place? And who was he before? There were so many questions he needed answers to. His mind was absolute numbed. He felt his soul was trapped in the body of a stranger.
He entered a room with a mirrored wall, and what he saw stare back at him traumatized him. It was too much to take. So beautiful, yet filled with so much pain.
Staring back at him was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. Blonde hair, sky blue eyes, perfectly proportioned lovely breasts, a thin waist and wonderful curvaceous hips. He was flabbergasted, yet he couldn’t remember his former self.
Suddenly the man in the lab coat disturbed his meditative silence, “No.69 you had a problem, you were attracted to men. A social evil just like the one that prevailed in Sodom and Gomorrah....homosexuality...see we had to make a sacrifice. Either we had to kill you or change you to conform to society’s norms. We chose the latter rather than to do away with you. I need a regular supply of guinea pigs for my experimentation and well, social outcasts such as your self are perfect examples to apply my genius to.
As of now you have no past, and your present is revealing itself to you. Our work here is done and you will be dropped in a Red Light district outside town. I suggest you find a way out as soon as possible lest your beautiful body be defiled by fat old men.”
He let out a laugh of absolute ecstasy.
“I'm sure you'll be able to carry on your pursuits, what ever they may be, and with luck you can enjoy normalcy in society without any problem. Sometimes we have to conform to fit it, the only problem is will your kind accept you in your present state.”
Suddenly, he felt a sharp sting on his neck, and slowly his vision and his consciousness faded to black.