You were going to work and ended up lost in a dark alley. Someone from behind put a piece of cloth over your mouth. You had passed out. As soon as you were awake you were attached to an operating table. The room was dim except for a light pointed at your rear. You had no clothes you were strapped to the table with your rear and dick shown by the light. I man walked in you could hear the heavy click of the door as it shut. “Hello my dear experiment. I do hope you sleep well.” He walked up to your head looming over the operation table. His purple eyes pierced through the dim lights. He took up a needle and injected your arm. Soon you had been sedated. When you awoke you were in a lavish house. Your legs were propped up on a couch your thighs and wrists were held by straps. You paused for a moment. You were still naked the warm light of the house indicated that but, something felt off. Something felt like it was different. You looked over your hips at where your dick had been. There was beat clean Stiches leaving a clean groin. You propped yourself up the best you could examining curiously yet still nervous. There instead of your dick was a clean slit that of a woman’s. Yet there was a small bulge of flesh peaking out. You could still cum yes but it was from a much smelly spot. Your his and thighs seemed to have grown larger too. Estrogen. You were still male but you had a cunt that led to an empty pocket of flesh. A calm voice pierced through your buzzing head. “Good morning darling. Be careful please you’re still healing.” He sat next to your head on the couch. He lifted your head in and moved himself underneath your head. He started to gently stroke you head his eyes filled with pride and affection. “Sorry for not asking for your consent first that was quite rude of me. I do deeply apologize.” His voice was genuine and nervous. “But my you look beautiful. I’ll let you off of the choice when your stitches fall off but for now I’ll take care of all of your needs. You see your father signed a contract with my father for money in exchange for the rights of your body when you turned 21, my dad gave me those rights and I have dedicated myself to being a serve on so it should not hurt too much.” He stroked the spare strands of hair away from your eyes. “If you need pain killers just ask alright?”