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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 Thirteen

Robin, the nurse had brushed my hair and tied it into a ponytail and washed 
my face in preparation for my visitor. I wore a white nightgown and my 
breasts rose and fell in the periphery of my vision. It had been weeks since 
I had first awoke and now was fully conscious and able to talk. My voice was 
soft and lilting and did not sound like me. The old me was gone and this new 
person, no, thing, remained.

Was I angry, sad or depressed? No, I was numb and passive, patiently waiting 
for the next event to unfold, as I became a simplistic observer watching 
from within this strange body. They had nullified my will by holding me in 
seclusion for three months or more and then showing me my own funeral, to 
force me to realise I had nothing left. In short, I was nothing and was 
prepared to either die or to be rebuilt. For them to have chosen to rebuild 
me as a woman was surprising but not shocking as my feelings, reactions and 
basic emotions were frozen numb. Perhaps the retention of my cock and balls 
was a demonstration to me that I was half a person, a thing to be owned by 
them. I didn't care and even though I suspected the mental conditioning had 
been to make me docile, I was quite passive about my situation.

My visitor arrived and she was dressed in jeans, a white shirt and sandals. 
Clutching a file of papers, she sat next to my bed. "Hi," she said a nervous 
smile on her face. "I'm Karen."

"Hello," I said softly, smiling slightly. I was finding that my body reacted 
differently to events these days and I smiled a lot more when I spoke.

She stared at me for a moment and then quickly looked down at her file. "I'm 
sorry for staring," she said, "but you are very beautiful."

"Thank you. You are being very kind to say so."

"I'm you therapist for the next few weeks and will be working closely with 
you. I've been given your identity details...."

"My name?" I interrupted politely. "You know my name?"

"Yes," she looked puzzled and then nodded. "They haven't told you? " I shook 
my head and she put on a pair of black rimmed glasses to read from the file. 
"Your name is Yuki Toshiro, born in Tokyo and your birth date is the same 
but four years later."

"Yuki?"

"Yes. Yuki Toshiro."

"It is a nice name." I tilted my head to look up at her. "Do you like it?"

"It is a very beautiful name and it suits you."

I nodded. "Yes, I think it does. Thank you." I stared out the window and 
thought about it. Harvey garret was dead and buried and Yuki Toshiro was 
born. There was no way these two people could be tied to one another with 
different gender, different origins and different birth dates. The PFPP was 
very efficient.

Robin bustled in with a pot of tea and cups. "Here you are. A cup of tea." 
She looked at both of us and her gaze returned to me. "Everything all 
right?"

"Robin," I said in my new strange voice, "my name is Yuki."

Her eyes brimmed for a moment and she blinked. "A beautiful name. Would you 
like a cup of tea, Yuki?" I nodded, sipped the tea and Robin left, wiping 
her eyes with the edge of her apron.

"She is very fond of you," observed Karen.

"She cared for me. I am fond of her. You said my birth date was four years 
later?"

"The genetic re-engineering has made your body five to seven years younger 
but we have altered the birth date by just four years. You will always look 
younger than your age but most women would like that." She stopped and 
appeared embarrassed.

"I am not complete yet," I said politely. "Not a woman."

"No," she nervously, looked into the file.

"Why?" I inquired, still polite so the conditioning was making a difference.

"Orders."

"I see," I said looking out the window at leaves falling from a tree. "Where 
are we?"

"Nowhere."

"Ah," I said, laughing softly. "So this is what Nowhere looks like."

Karen took control of me and I allowed it as my somewhat passive personality 
surfaced. Each night, I fell asleep with voices whispering in my ear and for 
a few hours every lunchtime, I entered an isolation tank, sedated and 
indoctrinated with words, music and images. It took me two weeks to ask why.

"To condition you to being female," Karen explained.

"I have an accent?" I asked and she nodded.

"It is very charming."

"This is all to make me female?" And the results were breathtaking.  I sat 
in front of a mirror and automatically applied make-up from a confusing 
selection of cosmetics. Female clothing was easy to me and I easily 
connected my bra straps behind me.

One day, I was naked in the bathroom when she nervously entered, the 
chastity tube in her hand. "Yuki," she said nervously. "I'm sorry but it has 
to go on."

I smiled at her. "It is ok, Karen," I said. "I am used to it."

The conditioning continued and at the end of three months, I was naturally 
an exotic Japanese woman in every way except one. The emotional numbness 
continued and I had no sexual frustration at all. As part of my continuous 
medical examinations, the doctor had inflicted a prostrate massage which had 
drained semen from me with no real excitement or release.

One morning as I was adjusting my make-up, Karen abruptly walked into my 
room. "Good morning Karen," I said calmly although I could tell she was 
upset. "Are you all right?" I asked politely.

She nodded and watched me as I applied my red lipstick. "You are very 
beautiful, Yuki," she said and I shrugged. "Do you know that?" she pressed.

I put the lipstick down and turned to face her. "No, I do not know that. I 
am numb, Karen, completely numb. I think that is a good thing for me."

"Yuki, that is so sad."

I smiled at her. "Maybe. But I do not feel that."

She blinked and brushed her eyes with her finger. "Yuki, I would like to be 
your friend."

"We are friends, I think," I said, surprised.

"Are we? Truly? You are so enigmatic," she said in rush. "So Japanese. You 
don't act like a girl friend."

"It is your conditioning, I think," I said calmly. "I am your friend, 
Karen."

She hugged me and then broke away. "You have a visitor," she said in a rough 
voice as I looked at her surprised. "I think you are going away. This is 
goodbye."

"Karen," I said gently. "I will return to become a woman. Perhaps I can then 
truly be your friend?"

tears began to run down Karen's cheeks and I held her gently until she 
regained her composure. "When you come back, it will be hard but I'll be 
here for you. As a friend." She gave me a weak smile as she left the room.

The door opened and Chorister filled the room. "Ah," I smiled and bowed 
gently. "Greetings. I thought it would be you."

"Yuki," she said a small amount of wonder in her voice. "You look, well, 
different."

"Thank you, Chorister," I said as if it was a compliment and, in a small 
way, I think it was.

"It worked out well, then?" she said, a question in her voice.

I nodded slowly, my long dark hair falling around my face. "Reasonably well. 
Although, I am not complete," I added, looking up at her and I thought I saw 
her blush.

"No," she said in a low voice. "Some decisions were made."

"Why?" I asked politely, hands resting on my thighs in front of me. I caught 
my reflection in the mirror and realised it was a classic Asian stereotype 
pose.

"We need you," she said as she slumped in the chair. "One last favour."

"And it is important that I not be a complete woman for this favour?" I 
asked, bowing slightly.

"Yes," she said roughly. "I didn't like it but I had no choice. The PFPP is 
the important thing here, what we're trying to achieve is important to the 
future of the human race. If women don't take control the human race will 
destroy itself."

"I see," I said calmly. "And after this favour?"

"You can choose to come back here. To get the final work done." She looked 
away as she said it.

"I choose."

"Just like that?"

"Like that. I want it and I know I have no choice. Let me do this favour. 
What do I have to do?"

Chorister stared at me for a moment and then looked away again as she spoke. 
"We have to go back."

"Back?"

"Back to where it all began, Yuki. To Parliament."

I was startled and looked away as I spoke. "Does this concern Jennifer?"

"Yes. She is Minister of Health now and this concerns her next step."

"I see," I said slowly and then turned back to face her. "When do we go?"

End Chapter Thirteen
(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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