I startled awake to the sound of thunder. Or, at least, what I thought was thunder. I sat up but there was no storm outside my window, the storm was in my bedroom, looking back at me, in the shape multiple shadowy figures in black clothes and green tinted goggles. I didn’t notice the shattered remains of my bedroom door or the handful of other figures in the hallway, not yet. Everyone froze, like I wasn’t supposed to be awake, even after breaking in with no thoughts of subtlety. I was too shocked to be afraid. The silence only lasted for a moment and then the fear kicked in and I was the victim of a violent dog pile. I kicked and flailed without success, a gloved hand quickly covering my mouth as numerous others clamped me down. They shouted muffled commands and instructions to each other and in no time I was bound with plastic cords, unable to move, and hoisted over the shoulder of a particularly large individual.

Now I saw the ruined door and hallway of people. They moved aside for me, bouncing on a stranger’s shoulder as they jogged down the stairs. They tore outside into the calm, quiet night, and threw me into a waiting van. The doors were closed before I even hit the floor and I was left in darkness.

The entire ordeal lasted maybe thirty seconds. Once the doors closed the van lurched forward and the reality sunk in. I had been kidnapped. The reason escaped me. I wasn’t rich or famous or notable for any reason. I had no enemies and only a few friends. Who benefits from my capture? And why did it take over a dozen people? I wanted to cry, and nearly did, but instead I bounced around the empty confines of the van.

Had I missed something in the news? I wondered. Had there been a rash of midnight kidnappings of sleeping men by a highly organized group of thieves?

“Is he awake?” I heard a voice from the cab.

“Again? Hold on, stop real quick.”

The van stopped and the rear doors opened and I was pulled by the legs. There was a sharp pain in my leg and I didn't see the doors close.

—

I startled awake, again. It wasn’t a bedroom or van interior that awaited me, but a pod, or something. I was on my back in something like a hospital bed with a plastic bubble around the entire thing. It wasn’t comfortable, by any means. I was strapped into it by my wrists and ankles and naked as the day I was born.

Before I could do much more examining of my surroundings the plastic above flashed a soft ring of light, like a droplet landing into still water. Then, across my eye level, a message: “Good morning!”

Oh, it’s a screen.

The fear and anxiety of my ordeal hit me at that moment and I seized against the restraints.

“Do not struggle!” The bubble said.

I flailed harder and the restraints tightened in response. I continued to resist but I was stopped by the sensation of ice crawling up my arm. I looked down and saw an IV needle in my hand. I gasped, though an artificial calm washed through me and the ice faded.

“Thank you!” The bubble read above me.

I sighed, content and calm for the moment. It was like being high. I probably was.

“Continue?” The message scrolled by.

“Sure,” I said aloud and in a haze.

The bubble lit up with text. It scrolled by faster than I could read, a wall of words and terms that overwhelmed me. Eventually the scrolling stopped and only my faint reflection stared back at me.

A moment later: “Current transformation chance: 30%Fu-60%Fe”

What? What does that even mean?

“Please wait...” it said next.

I felt pinpricks across my body but I was too high to care. I did get worried when a brace extended behind my neck and held my head in place. I saw two needles extend from the bubble and poke my cheeks.

“Initiating...”

Fire. All I felt was fire. Each prick in my skin created a bonfire that swept through my body. I struggled, flailing helplessly in the confines of the little pod. I wasn’t getting very far, hardly shaking my restraints as the fire burned and burned. I couldn’t focus on anything else, not the shifting muscles or the tightening skin. I could feel my body changing but the fire was too hot to ignore. I groaned with the heat, writhing helplessly. My voice was unrecognizable but I didn’t have the wherewithal to notice. I saw the needles pull away and vanish beneath the bed and the fire slowly subsided. The calm, cold equilibrium returned and I was left alone. The reflection, still faint, was not my own.

“Hello, Delyria!” the pod said.

“My name is D... D...” I said aloud, at first to contest the pod, but I couldn’t spit it out.

Delyria wasn’t my name. This isn’t my voice.

I tried again. “My name is De... Delyria! No!”

I couldn’t remember my name. I couldn’t remember my voice. When did I sound this way?

“My name is Delyria...” I said slowly. My voice was soft and cool, like dew draped over bright grass beneath a flowering tree.

I shook my head and tried again. Then a third time, slower. I swallowed, and coughed, but the same feminine voice slipped from my lips without a hint of my former sound.

The plastic bubble above rippled again, this time going opaque and shimmering until I saw a clear reflection.

A woman stared back at me.

She was strikingly beautiful, though pale in the austere, surgical lighting. Long, dark brown hair fell down her shoulders, a color I didn’t have a word for, spilling haphazardly around the awful green sheets. I focused on her face, at first, taken aback by it. My gut fluttered nervously and I found myself thankful I wouldn’t have to talk to this woman. “Wait,” I thought, high as a kite. I stared at the woman, her eyes flashing a brilliant blue that seemed to extend to the edge of infinity. I opened my mouth to speak, intending to ask if I was looking at a reflection, but the woman’s mouth, plump and pink, opened with mine. My eyes knew before I did, growing wide as the connection solidified in my brain.

The woman was me.

Now I looked everywhere. I noticed the breasts, first, because of course I did. They were quite large and had fallen to the side, nipples stiff in the chill of the little pod. Next I checked my legs. Wide, voluptuous hips greeted me. I wiggled and watched my reflection bounce softly like it never had before. My thighs were more thick than before, matching the extra width from my hips and slowly narrowing to a smaller set of feet. I looked toned, I supposed, though with a small amount of pudge. Pudge? Was that the right word? I couldn’t think well to begin with, a haze occupying my thoughts, and the ramifications of this transformation only made thinking more challenging. I looked back into my eyes, fear crowding into the haze, and took a deep breath. I had missed something and I could hardly bring myself to check.

I looked between my legs and confirmed that my manhood was gone, replaced by a soft-looking mound of flesh that curved underneath me. I could just see the slightest hint of a vagina between my legs.

My vagina.

It was too much to think about. Why was so much of myself wrapped up in whatever genitals I possessed? I squirmed, uncomfortable, and looked back into my eyes.

“I am... Delyria...” I muttered.

—

A hiss of steam and the pod opened. The restraints were gone, though I had not noticed they had vanished. The bed tipped slowly until I was standing and, with a nudge, it pushed me out. I stumbled forward and recoiled at the cold stone beneath my bare feet. I was finally able to get a look at my surroundings and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

The room I was in wasn’t lit only by candles. While there were many on the walls and on several small tables, the place was still dim. It was stone, or bricks, aligned haphazardly and not at all symmetrical. There were some tables, more like nightstands, two wooden chairs, and the pod behind me. It looked very strange in these surroundings. It sounded cliché even to think, but it felt like I had stepped back in time. The room wasn’t very large and the dominant feature was the large wooden door in front of me.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw a dress was draped over one of the tables. I stepped over to it and saw a note pinned to the bust.

“For: Delyria”

How simple. I grabbed the dress and found it was more than one garment, and some shoes. It took several minutes to figure out, my hands shaking with the chill and from the transformation and associated drugs, but soon enough I was dressed. A mirror was hiding behind the pod and I dragged it near some of the candles to get a look at myself.

The main body of the dress was white and it fell to the floor. Around it was a green jacket, or something, that hugged the garment tight to my figure. It laced up the front but barely rose up half of my chest which highlighted my cleavage. I had spent a while trying to make the outfit more modest but had failed miserably. No bra or similar garment had been included so my nipples were poking from beneath for all to see. It did cover my shoulders, at least a little. It was a simple outfit, though a little sluttier than it would appear. As I examined myself, and tried to comprehend what was happening to me, there was a knock at the door.

“Uh... hello?” my voice sung.

“I’m here to check on you,” another woman’s voice replied. “Are you decent?”

“Yeah...” I said.

The door swung open and a woman came in with a candle. I turned from the mirror, watching as she came in. She was beautiful, blonde and tall, wearing a dress similar to mine, though it was blue and cut in such a way to leave her stomach bare.

“I’m Melandre,” she said, smiling and walking up behind me and sizing me up in the mirror. “You look gorgeous.”

I whirled around and stepped away. “What the hell is going on here?”

“What do you think?” she started. “You are a woman now.”

“It’s not that simple!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, but it is. I, too, went through the transformation. Your anger will subside, I assure you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“I know,” she said with a sigh, “unfortunately not all our questions have answers. But, what’s important is you are who you should be.”

I mumbled, unable to find the words to reply.

“Please, Delyria, sit,” Melandre said, motioning to one chair as she slowly sank into the other.

“I know this isn’t easy,” she continued, “you have much to learn and explore, as I did. You’ll find your place in this world.”

“Are we all women now?” I asked.

Melandre’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “In a manner of speaking...”

My head cocked to the side, waiting for her to finish. She leaned in and beckoned me to do the same.

“Some of us have... these,” she whispered, pulling her dress up. The movement caught my eye but I saw what she wanted me to see.

Between Melandre’s legs was a penis. I recoiled, gasping. I looked her over again, perhaps I had missed something. No, her figure was entirely feminine. Not a shred of masculinity could be perceived. And yet...

“Actually, I have both,” she said after a chuckle at my reaction. “All us futas do.”

“Futas?”

“Yes, no men, here. Just women and futas. It’s spectacular, I assure you.”

“Who... why...?”

Melandre continued, “Does it matter? I gave up those questions after experiencing this wonderful world. I could get into the politics but oh, my, that’s hardly important. There’s adventures and love and so much more here than anywhere else.”

“And the... clothes?” I spluttered.

“It’s just like that, I guess.” She reached out and set her hand on my knee, “My advice is just to embrace it, Delyria. Nobody has those big answers, and I can promise you won’t want them.”

Melandre sat and regarded me, shaking in the quiet dark, trying to understand what had happened to me and where I was.

“You’ll find a room for you in the tavern. Speak to the barkeep and she’ll get you fixed up and settled in.”

“Where am I now?” I asked.

“The Keep, of course, the great tower of Avalon.”

“Right.”

“One more thing,” Melandre said, standing.

“If you’d like, I can help you get acquainted...” her voice trailed off and she pulled her dress up again. She bit her lip as she exposed her dick again, but I bolted out the door. Her laughter echoed through the hall as I tore through the dim stone passages.

When I was convinced I was alone I fell against the hard stone and sunk to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

—

It took me a long to find my way out of the building. It was definitely a castle. Everything was wood and stone and lit by candles or torches. It was daytime, I learned from a window, and the surroundings were picturesque. The keep stood above a series of stone walls and a medieval style town that appeared to be thriving. The landscape was filled with trees and I thought I saw mountains on the horizon.

Where the hell am I?

I didn’t speak to anyone, of course, but there wasn’t a man in the place. I passed by women, only women, dressed in medieval styled clothing that rarely had any sort of modern twist, although I quickly found the standards of modesty were interesting to say the least.

Four times I nearly interrupted someone having sex. The first couple were behind doors I almost opened but I found the latter two just in hallways. The first pair were quiet enough I didn’t hear them until I rounded a corner and there was a woman on her knees. I ran off quickly and avoided them, but now my interest was piqued. Is the castle just private enough to get away with it, or is this business as usual?

A few minutes later I heard the tell-tale slapping of sex echoing in the hall and decided to investigate. I came around a corner and found them at the far end, underneath a window in the center of a T-intersection. They were mostly naked, and, to my surprise, both had cocks. A redhead was bent over a table, her hand over her mouth while a brunette with massive tits plowed her from behind. I could see the redhead’s considerable erection from here. They were both stunning. Was everyone so beautiful?

I watched from behind the corner, mesmerized, as the two women—no, futas—ravaged each other. I could hardly breathe. I didn’t know who to focus on, the redhead or brunette, as both made my heart race. My gut was warm with a pulsing heat that tingled though my body. It was an unfamiliar sensation, though I could have just been nervous about getting caught watching.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the brunette started moaning, her pace becoming faster and more aggressive.

I exhaled, realizing I had been holding my breath at the sight. The brunette seized and, from experience, I knew she was finishing. She held herself inside the redhead and her groan echoed in the hall that had gone quiet.

“Oh, god, Emira,” the redhead said first, looking back to her lover without moving.

I glanced back the way I came, ready to leave should they start looking around.

“Okay, put in my ass,” I heard, quickly looking back. The brunette had a wide smile on her face, teasing the redhead with her fingers. I could see her impressive erection extending up from between the redhead’s pale ass.

I stopped breathing. I knew the brunette’s name and this knowledge added to the weight that grew in my gut.

Emira.

Her cock throbbed in slow motion. It filled my head. Moments ago I had small fantasies about the two futas, their lips against mine or my hands teasing their chest, but all that had been replaced by the sight of Emira’s wet cock. This moment could only have lasted a few seconds but to me it was an eternity. When it disappeared again, burrowed into the redhead’s ass, I finally could breathe, a sad gasp escaping my lips.

Once the pair began again I was able to pull myself away. I fell against the wall, catching my breath as the lovers down the hall started making more noise. My legs came together and a sticky wet became obvious. I had been so focused on... Emira that I didn’t realize what was happening to me. I slipped my dress up and my finger crept between my legs.

Holy shit, I was so wet.

I deliberately avoided touching myself, not ready to admit what I had become. In fact, there was a lot I wasn’t ready to admit, including how mesmerized I was by a penis. I wasn’t gay, was I? Or, no, wait. Fuck.

I stood on shaky legs and ran. I hated this place. I hated what I had seen. And I hated myself.

—

I found my way to a main hall of some kind and from there the exit was easy to spot. There were more people around and avoiding conversation was getting more challenging. Everyone was beautiful. The crowd was quite diverse despite apparently being manufactured in a lab. I wouldn’t let anyone approach me because, frankly, they were all too beautiful for me to compose myself. This was a small comfort however, since I often struggled to talk to beautiful women. At least I was still me if my appearance had been changed.

I stepped out of the keep into a small courtyard inside imposing walls and a strong gate. Guards walked atop it, spears in hand, watching over the town. It was an impressive fortification. Once outside the wall the street opened into a square lined with Tudor style buildings that was packed with people. I stopped, overwhelmed by the sight, trying to find the tavern. I was thankful the surroundings were so unfamiliar so I could focus on them instead of my own changes, though the bouncing of my breasts was impossible to ignore. I scanned the square and sighted the tavern by the sign attached. I made my way there, careful not to hold my breasts now that I was surrounded by people.

The square was choked by a hundred competing aromas. Cook fires, bellows, workshops, and body odor all mixed into a unique, though not unpleasant, smell. The sounds were just as diverse over the dull roar of a hundred conversations. At the entrance of the tavern I took a deep breath and pushed the large door inward.

The interior was awash with candle light and filled with people. It was a raucous environment and I nearly shut the door and left, but another patron pushed past me and shoved me inside. I weaved through the press, around arm wrestling matches and more than a few passionate pairs. I squeezed my way to the bar and waved the keeper over.

The woman was blonde, hair tied in a braid down one shoulder wearing what I would consider a stereotypical bar maid’s outfit, complete with pouring cleavage. Of course, she was gorgeous, with striking blue eyes and pillowy lips I couldn’t look away from.

“Yeah? What ya want?” she shouted.

“I’m... uh... Melandre said...” I stammered.

“Oh, yeah, okay. Room is upstairs. Has your name on it.”

I was pushed aside before I could ask anything else. I weaved back through the crowd and ascended the stairs. The upper level was one long hallway that split into private rooms and was much more pleasant. The roar of the tavern was still present, though muffled and subdued. I found my new name tacked to one of the doors and I quickly dove inside.

The room was stone silent once the door closed behind me. I found a wardrobe, a wooden desk and chair, and a plain bed. A small window was open above the bed and the sun bathed the room in light. I sighed, leaning against the door, taking a moment of calm.

Okay, let’s explore a little better.

A leather pouch sat on the desk near a stack of papers. A sealed envelope was leaning lazily against the pouch, as well. I pulled out the chair and sat, flipping the envelope over to see “Delyria” written on the back. I scooted in toward the desk to read—

Ouch!

I recoiled, grabbing at my chest. I had shoved them into the desk trying to get into the desk. They were too damn big, or the desk was designed poorly, either way it hurt like hell. I sat up and maneuvered into the desk comfortably and tore open the envelope.

Delyria,

I know you have many questions, and I hope to answer a few.

I can’t tell you why you were chosen, or why this even exists at all.

I can tell you that your form was designed with the utmost care for you and your well being. I hope you embrace this new life and your new home.

You are in Avalon, the capital of Goleron. I know, neither of those are very clever or unique, but frankly they were afterthoughts when creating this paradise for you and others like you.

In the pouch included you’ll find 50 silver pieces, the currency of the realm. It’s enough to get you started. There’s plenty of work, both menial and exotic. If you feel so inclined, there are opportunities for adventure and learning at the academies and mercenary leagues. Enclosed is a map so you can find your way around town.

Take your time and get comfortable first. I know this is a lot to take in. Chances are you’re a woman, not a futa, but as of writing I’m not sure because a little roll of the dice is always fun. Your meals tonight and tomorrow are taken care of if you don’t want to leave this room.

All the best,

Xyxxor

PS check the wardrobe!

Hm.

I looked at the wardrobe and then to the pouch. I picked it up and found it to be surprisingly heavy. I pulled it open and, indeed, it was full of coins. I considered counting, for a moment, but I pulled the opening closed instead. I glanced back at the wardrobe and shrugged. Might as well check.

I threw the doors open more dramatically than I intended. A mirror was hung inside one of the doors and the reflection startled me. Seeing a woman in the mirror would take some getting used to. I allowed myself a longer look. I leaned in close and brought my hand up to, feeling my new face slowly. I traced the soft, pointed jaw and then up to my lips, soft and gently plump. With both hands I traced my just visible cheek bones until my eyes met in the mirror, the shimmering blue appearing a little lighter than before.

I stepped back with a shake of my head. I was looking at someone else. Even if it was my reflection staring back at me it wasn’t really me. The entire thing threw me off, of course, but I was undeniably attracted to the reflection and that made it worse. I shoved the mirror door away and checked the rest of the wardrobe.

On one side hung a number of dresses, most in the same style as the one I was currently wearing with only minor variations. I examined them and frowned when I saw that each was significantly more revealing. I glanced at the mirror. My dress was already showing off most of my chest, I wasn’t sure how any of the dresses would fit if they showed even more.

I did look good, though.

The other side of the wardrobe was full of drawers. Most were empty but a few pieces of clothing were scattered throughout, a corset being the only one I recognized. There was also a dagger and some extra shoes. I examined the blade, sharp and shining, and carefully strapped it around my waist. Who knows, it could come in handy.

I flopped into the bed. It was comfortable enough, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I was a woman, surrounded by women and... women with penises, in a weird fantasy world that, by all accounts, shouldn’t exist.

I tossed around for a bit. I was a woman. It repeated in my head like a mantra but never feeling anything but strange and alien. Everything about me was strange and alien.

Although, it didn’t have to be.

I glanced down at my chest and considered an exploration. A distraction. The fact was I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of beautiful women I had seen so far. Emira, Melandre, the redhead, and the barkeep all were stuck in my mind. It wouldn’t hurt to learn things about my body, after all.

I hastily stripped the dress and tossed it to the floor. Once naked I burrowed into the bed, snuggled into the sheets tight.

I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths. I should start slow. I brought my hands to my chest and grabbed my breasts. I wasn’t a virgin, a man anyway, but these were the biggest I’d ever felt. The poured out of my hands. I massaged them for a few moments, pleasantly surprised at how soothing it was. I didn’t enjoy my chest or nipples played with before, but this was nice. I teased a nipple and it startled me. A short wave of heat shot through my chest. I did it again, and then a third time, squirming further into the mattress and indulging the heat that was slowly overtaking me.

I felt it in my gut, now. A soft, but intense, warmth that fueled fantasies in my head. I let my legs spread, nearly ready to explore the hidden heat between them. My body begged me to do so, a sharp desire growing from the womanhood between my legs, aching to be touched. I let a few minutes pass playing with my breasts until I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

My hand crept between my legs and my fingers slid apart through soft lips. The sensation was pleasant, warm, and hinted at a deeper heat that I was only beginning to identify. I played with my lips for a while, soaking in the moist fluid that slowly coated my flesh.

It was so wet. No, I. I was so wet.

I sighed and continued teasing myself, squirming at my touch. Suddenly, the warmth raged into a fire, for only a moment. I squealed and froze, a bead of sweat slipping down my cheek. I slipped my finger in and it happened again.

Ah, it was my clit. Navigating a vagina was different like this, I should have found it sooner.

I smiled and teased it, rubbing it back and forth gently, the heat cascading through me with wild intensity. My other hand fell between my writhing legs, ready to slip inside. My breasts were pinned together between my elbows, heaving gently as I pleasured myself.

I gasped as my finger crept teased at the throbbing entrance of my pussy and slid inside.

I saw Emira’s face, the intensity in her eyes as she fucked that redhead in the keep. I remembered it all, fingering myself at the same pace I saw Emira give herself to her lover.

It was too much. I felt my entire body seize and go almost numb. Unfamiliar sensations slammed through me, my muscles tense and aching. I was falling, or I felt as though I was falling, teetering off a precipice that never ended. I shouted, unable to keep quiet with the waves of unstoppable heat.

“Oh fuck,” I said as I regained control of myself.

Is this how women experienced orgasm? It was incredible. I caught my breath slowly, splayed out in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Wow,” I said aloud.

I sat and caught my reflection again. My hair was... wild, to say the least. I arched my back a little and the blanket fell, revealing my enormous breasts. I stared at myself for a moment. It still wasn’t me.