Message-ID: <29501asstr$985439402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nessus29@hotmail.com> From: "Louis Nessus" <nessus29@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: <F1334oEXMcb59IcDA2X00008632@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 24 Mar 2001 01:01:01.0449 (UTC) FILETIME=[E4E20790:01C0B3FD] Subject: {ASSM} NEW NESSUS:Yuki1 (Must read PROTECTION First) Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2001 08:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29501> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly 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. Note: This work is copyrighted to the author, Nessus and should not be used for commercial gain by any other persons. This includes posting on any commercial site. Otherwise ....enjoy! Yuki Book Two of a Political Saga (Note: You MUST read `Protection' first) By Nessus Music: (Yuki's Theme) "Sly" by Massive Attack on the "Protection" CD Chapter One Karen was waiting for me when I finally stood at the airport at the end of my journey. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she was smiling nervously at me as I walked towards her, my small bag in my hand. "Hi," she said, taking my bag and leading the way to her car. "I was glad to hear you were coming back," she said as she started the car, pulling out from the airport and driving towards the research institute in the desert. I smiled at her and then watched the desert rush past. "Are you afraid?" "A little," I admitted. "You can change your mind." I shook my head. "No, I can not do that. I am halfway between a man and a woman. I am more woman than man so it is easier, I think, to go forward than back but I'm still afraid." Karen helped me get settled in my room and left me so I could take a long bath. Relaxed and clean, wrapped in a soft white robe and feeling fresher, I lounged on my bed and read a magazine. A knock on the door and the doctor and Karen entered. "Hello, Yuki," the doctor said in that crisp Germanic accent of hers. "You are well?" I nodded. "We have scheduled the process to begin tomorrow." I swallowed. "That soon?" Karen perched on the bed and patted my arm. "Yes, it is better. All the body parts, internal organs and tissues have been harvested and we need to progress the operation. First step is the surgery to remove the male genitals and then into stasis to graft the parts to you. It will take at least three months in stasis but you will be a complete woman when you emerge. Extensive hormone therapy and mental conditioning will take place in that time. I assume you wish your memory reblocked?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean, please, by reblocked?' "You will emerge from the tank a fully functioning female with, due to the mental conditioning and hormones, you will begin to think and act more deeply as a female. If we do not reblock your memory you will remember you were once male and all your past experiences. It is better for you to forget so you can begin again. It's a rebirth and we can arrange a new identity and we can change your appearance again. Although," she said a little wistfully, "It would be a shame to alter your appearance as we did such beautiful work there. It is perfect." I shook my head. "No," I said calmly. "No loss of memory, please." "But you must. Otherwise you will be a young woman who once used to be a male and knows it! It will be difficult." "I understand but I do not want to forget. The experiences make me who I am and I am Yuki. Besides," I smiled at Karen, "I do not wish to forget my friends." "I see," the doctor said stiffly. "That is your choice. I want it noted that I advised you not to, as it will be difficult. As I said, we begin to morrow." It was a long process and I do not remember any of it clearly. I recall being prepared for the surgery and being wheeled to the operating theatre with Robyn and Karen walking with me, forced cheerful looks on their faces and concern deep in their eyes. There were dreams, of course, many dreams of different shapes and tensions. Dreams of people past and present, visions of the future. ********************************************************************************* The sunlight was strong on my face as I gradually woke. My throat was sore, probably from the tubes in stasis and I felt light and relaxed. I was in a light and airy room, lying in a bed with crisp white linen with the slight breeze rustling the curtains. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming and then I released I was back. "Yuki?" I voice softly said and I turned my head in its direction. It was Karen, staring down at me with concern as she pressed a button next to the bed. "Yuki, are you awake? It's me, Karen. Can you see me?" "Yes," I croaked and she carefully put a glass tube between my lips so I could suck some water. "How long?" I said hoarsely. She knew what I meant. "Twenty seven weeks," she said. "A long time. How do you feel?" "Tired," I said sinking back and closing my eyes. When I woke again, Karen was there but dressed differently so I guessed I had slept for a few days or more. The doctor was also there. "Her eyes are opening. Excellent," the doctor said and Karen leaned close. "Yuki," the doctor said in a loud voice. "Can you hear us?" "Yes," I murmured. "Please do not shout." Karen giggled softly and the doctor frowned briefly. "I wasn't aware I was." "I apologise," I said more loudly. "Was it a success?" I asked and the doctor brightened. "It was a complete success in everyway. The transplant was perfect and the hormone therapy has added a higher fat content to your body and you are officially female." "Can I see?" I asked hesitantly and the doctor moved closer. "Of course," she said more softly and gently lifted the linen. I was naked underneath and I looked down. My breasts appeared larger as they lolled on my chest but my eyes were drawn to my groin where I could make out the smoothness of my groin with the visible lips of my vagina. "You recall we use a defoliant so, I'm afraid, you will never have pubic hair." "Think of the bikini's you can wear," Karen said a little too brightly and I smiled slightly. "The hormones have increased the size of your breasts as well. We will do a complete examination after you're completely rested." She dropped the cover back over me and I blinked the tears away as I turned my head. "Yuki," Karen asked softly. "What is it?" "I'm so happy," I said tearfully and she held my hand as the tears rolled down my cheeks. End Chapter One (Nessus29@hotmail.com) Author's Note: Thanks for reading. This is the second book in the series called `A Political Saga'. If you are confused, it's because you haven't read Book One first! Do so, it makes it all clear. All my stories, including `Protection' are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+