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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Protection
Book One of a Political Saga

By

Nessus


Chapter Twelve

Sleeping and dreaming, dreaming of daisy covered fields under a blue sky 
with a dog I once loved long ago. Lost in a universe of half-light, 
half-consciousness and voices in other rooms. The pain drove me to the 
surface a few times and I would try to cry out but my voice was gone! 
Momentary panic until a jab in the arm and I would dive under again, 
swimming though the darkness of my rambling mind like a porpoise, like a 
free and unfettered soul.

"You're waking up," a voice from far away, my mother on the steps of a 
departing train.

The clouds were beautiful, rolling around and over mountains of spectacular 
height, guarding green valleys where dragons played. In the distance I could 
see a castle with red standards fluttering in the afternoon breeze.  My 
father and brothers stood on the parapets and waved to me as I rode the back 
of a golden flying dragon.

"You are waking up. We are taking the bandages from your eyes and you must 
open them slowly." Loud voice in my ear, a warm hand on mine as I struggled 
to the surface. "Open your eyes slowly. Don't try to talk as your throat is 
still recovering."

Sudden light behind my eyes and I moved to escape it. "Open them slowly, 
dear, but don't try to talk yet," a warm motherly voice spoke.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and flinched as the white light flooded them. A 
voice, female with a slight Germanic accent, began to speak. "The patient 
was removed from the stasis tank yesterday and has been waking from deep 
stasis since this morning."

I squinted and a group of white-coated women swam into focus. They were 
gathered around my bed, some with clipboards to take notes, and were staring 
down at me while an older nurse sat by me, a comforting hand resting on my 
arm.

The woman in the middle of the group, I assumed a doctor, continued. "This 
was the challenge. A male patient had to have all trace of his identity 
removed, this person could not be recognised or even compared to the 
previous identity. The solution was simple, change gender." The group nodded 
and I puzzled over the words as I swam in my warm world, watching the pretty 
white coats.

"A male to a female but we had special instructions which I will refer to 
later. However, what type of female? The original male patient was small in 
statue, fine features with black hair and dark eyes with average tone skin.  
The answer was clear, Japanese. A woman of Japanese origin would never be 
identified with a male of western European origin. A very simple solution, 
ladies, and an ideal one that has achieved the desired results."

The understanding shot through me. They had made me a woman, a Japanese 
woman! Chorister had said the changes would be drastic and she was right! In 
the fuzzy warmth I was swimming in I smiled to myself at the thought of 
being a woman

The group moved closer and gathered close around the bed. "As you can see, 
the eyes are now of apparent Japanese origin through the surgery and we also 
altered the ears, the chin and the nose. There is still some bruising 
evident."

"But still," murmured a black woman close to the front. "She is very 
attractive."

"Yes, I suppose she is."

"She'll be very beautiful," another woman said.

The doctor shrugged and continued. "I don't think that result is completely 
from the cosmetic reconstruction as the original patient had a restrained 
feminine beauty, very androgynous.  The vocal chords were altered and the 
Adam's apple completely shaved so there will be no vocal movement for 
another few days but we are sure the results will be pleasing and 
indistinguishable from any other female."

The sheet was pulled back and I stared down at two breasts lying on what 
used to be my masculine chest. "Using our secret nano-genetic technology, we 
cloned the breasts and with the assistance of the stasis tank, grafted them 
onto the body as well as rearranging the fat layers to create the perfect 
female pear shape. The breasts are slightly larger than the Japanese 
stereotype but from our research it is acceptable. It has been a success as 
those breasts, ladies, are as real and as authentic as ours." She glanced at 
someone in the group. "Well, almost all of ours," she murmured and there was 
a slight giggle.

"Doctor," a Chinese woman in the front pointed at me with a pencil. "Why did 
we retain the male genitalia?"

I peeked down past my new breasts and saw my cock lolling across my 
completely hairless groin, a catheter trailing from it.

"Centre ordered us to retain them. That instruction presented a challenge, 
as we had to get the balance of the hormones absolutely correct. We are 
growing a womb with the necessary organs and tissues and it will be possible 
to transfuse the female genitalia to the body in a few weeks. However, that 
will require at least three months in stasis. We await further instructions 
on that."

"A very good result, Doctor. Anything else?"

"Yes, we trialed the new defoliant and removed all body hair permanently. I 
pronounce it a success and estimate that once released to the market, will 
return billions of dollars to our organisation." Polite applause. "Mental 
conditioning commenced in stasis and will continue for the next few weeks. 
When the patient begins to speak, we will notice a distinct accent and 
female phasing. The conditioning will also mould reflexes, habits and 
gestures into a female approach as well.  The procedure has been a huge 
success and I think Centre will be delighted."

They moved away and I looked questioningly at the nurse next to me who 
produced a hypodermic. "Time for more sleep," she whispered, sliding the 
needle in to lead me to darkness with many questions unanswered.

End Chapter Twelve
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a 
strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits 
together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for 
a second. Time will tell.
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other 
Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will 
all fit together at the end if you listen to the song.

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