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Chapter 19

A data base opened on the screen. Names, test subject numbers, and status were listed. Chaz scrolled down the screen and perused the names. Most were displayed in a blue font, but one name was displayed in red. The patient's name was 'Thornton Van Lanarte, Test Subject 101A592AB42672-B742'. She clicked on it, and it drilled down to a sub-menu.

She scrolled down the menu to the subentries. There were hundreds, if not thousands. She picked one and clicked on it.

A video file activated. The camera pointed down from the far upper corner of the room. She saw a tall woman with long raven black hair. She stood with her back to the camera and her face buried in the corner of the room. A black silk slip wrapped around her curvy ass cheeks, and an underwire navy satin bra wrapped around her back. The woman was tanned, tall, and lean but curvy ? a real beauty even from the back.

"Now Lana," cautioned a woman's voice, "we've talked about your lack of cooperation." The voice came from off camera. It confused Chaz, since it belonged to Lana Thorn. To whom was she referring? "You don't want to be punished again. Do you?"

The woman huddled in the corner. "You can't do this to me. I'm not a woman," she croaked.

"What you want is irrelevant. You are a woman," Lana replied in a clinical voice. Lana walked into view of the camera. She wore a white lab coat, and her back was to the camera. She stood behind the brunette. Her hands glided up the woman's hips, creasing her silk slip. They converged on the woman's silken covered ass cheeks and caressed them in slow orbits. "Does this belong to a man?"

"I said, 'I don't want to be a woman!'" The cowering woman spun around. Her fists were clenched in rage and a wild look was in her eyes. The patient was Lana Thorn! Then who was the doctor? Lana strode away out of camera view. Her black silk slip stretched and released against her thighs. Her grapefruit size breasts jiggled in the cups of a navy satin bra. "You have no right to do this to me. You need to reset. You're program is malfunctioning."

"I see." The doctor turned around and faced the camera. This too was Lana Thorn, but her name badge read 'Dr. Thorn'. "We will just have to increase your medication again." She scribbled on a patient chart.

Four nurses in white dress uniforms entered the room. The first Lana fled across the room. She stood with her back against the corner and her hands held out defensively. "Stay away from me! You can't do this." The nurses rushed her. She kicked and fought. Two nurses grabbed her arms and the third her legs. They spun her around and pushed her struggling body face first into the wall. The forth nurse hiked up Lana's slip and pulled down her black satin panties.

"No!" Lana groaned and grimaced.

The nurse worked a lubricated butt-plug between Lana's ass cheeks. Using her palm, she pushed the plug base. Lana's hips flexed in as the enormous girth pushed through her back hole. "NO!!! STOP IT!" Lana shrieked.

When the plug disappeared between Lana's ass cheeks, the nurse grabbed a large enema bag. She inserted the tip of a clear plastic tube into the plug base. After releasing the stop valve, she stepped on the bag. Brackish fluid rushed through the hose and into Lana. She clawed the wall as if to climb up it. Her defiance began to wilt. "Please no," she whimpered.

After emptying the first bag, the nurse replaced it with another. It too flowed into Lana's ass. When it was empty, she hiked up Lana's panties and smoothed down her slip.

The nurses released Lana and left the room at once. Lana reached under her slip and through a leg hole in her panties. She clawed at the plug, but the flexible black retaining ring appeared to be glued between her ass cheeks.

Lana's eyes began to glaze over, and her movements became disoriented. She stumbled and fell against the wall. With considerable effort, she staggered over to the twin bed and collapsed onto it. Lying on her back, she whimpered and writhed about.

Chaz leaned back in the chair and furrowed her brow. There was nothing about that situation she understood. Why were there two Lana Thorns? One of them was a patient and the other a doctor?

She perused the list and clicked a link labeled 'research log'. From the long silky black hair, alabaster skin, and cheery red lips, Lana Thorn was unmistakable. Her great beauty was tinged with a deep vein of cruelty. Her blue eyes were as cold as winter's day. They were the kind of eyes that could slit your throat and never feel a bit of regret. Once again she wore a name badge with 'Dr. Thorn' inscribe in it.

"The subject is fully formed according to design parameters. However, she continues to resist any of my mental programming. I have adjusted the headsets designed by Dr. Van Lanarte. The units will now alter the user's neural pathways and DNA to suit my needs. The formation circuits will continue to create Gynogenemed ? Siminity in her system. It will also dose her with Apoxillian. They should facilitate the gender reorientation I require. The headsets also conduct full bio scans of the test subject. My findings indicate a corresponding adjustment in the function of her penal gland. However, this treatment must be combined with vigorous gender behavior modification."

Chaz clicked forward several more logs. Test subject Lana stood bent over, hands planted on her thighs, and body filling the screen. Her navy silk slip draped down around her waist. Her black silk panties were stretched around her thighs. She held her head back, stared straight ahead, and grimaced. Only slightly visible were hips slamming into her ass. The impact shuddered her back and forth. A feminine grunt escaped her lips.

Male hands gripped her waist through her silk slip. They pulled her back to meet each new fleshy slap. A constant warbling moan rumbled out her throat. The tempo picked up. Her trembling hand reached behind her slip and between her legs. They began rubbing her clitoris in furious orbits.

She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. The strain on her beautiful face and body heralded that an orgasm was near. Meaty slaps filled the speakers and mixed with her moans. Suddenly, her mouth popped open, and she sucked in a yelping gasp. Her body quaked, grew still, and quaked again. The male hips pumped in one last time.

Chaz clicked on the corresponding log, "Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 ? log, the subject had her first un-coerced female orgasm. It was quite a breakthrough. It occurred while being compelled to partake in anal intercourse. The male participant ejaculated in her ass thus connecting her sexual response to female orientation and perspective."

Chaz clicked on another link three places down. Test subject Lana was on her knees. She wore a fire engine red silk slip and black satin bra underneath it. She turned her head away in disgust from the man before her. All Chaz could see was the bottom half of the man. He was naked, and Chaz could clearly see hairy balls and a jutting penis.

"Now you know what you have to do?" Doctor Lana Thorn said in a motherly tone. "If you want your reward, then you have to suck it."

"I don't want to suck men's cocks," patient Lana hissed and crossed her arms.

"Who said anything about sucking? Just take the phallus into your mouth and close your lips around it. That's all you have to do." Dr. Thorn squatted down before Lana. "Then you get to have an entire day of uninterrupted rest. You can watch TV or you can listen to the radio."

That bit of news peaked Lana's interest. She bit her lower lip and considered it with great deliberation. With her eyes still averted, she cringed and reached up and grasped the jutting penis.

"Very good ... now feed it into your mouth," Doctor Thorn said. Lana closed her eyes and fed the padded tip past her crimson lips. "Now close your lips around the shaft." Lana whimpered and then pursed her lips. "Now take more of it inside your mouth." Her lips slid down the meaty shaft. More and more of the fleshy rod disappeared into her mouth. "Keep going, that's a girl." Lana choked a bit and whimpered. It kept going and plunging down her throat. Soon her lips were clasped around the base. "Now look up." Lana opened her eyes and gazed up in submission at the man before her.

As Lana's lips slid back, Dr. Thorn said, "I'll give you an extra day if you suck." Lana winced but complied. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked on his cock. "Good ... now move your head back and forth." Lana whined and began moving her head. "Excellent," Dr. Thorn said stroking Lana's silky black locks, "that's a good girl. Take it deep down your throat." Lana moved her head farther. The slick shaft plunged deep down her throat and then slid out.

Lana eyes opened wide when the penis flexed and cum spurted into her mouth. In stunned disbelief, she held her mouth open and waved her hands about in the air. Milky white cum pooled on her tongue and coated her crimson lips.

"Don't spit it out," Dr. Thorn ordered in a stern voice. She grasped Lana's left bicep. "Swallow it and you get another full day!" When Lana's face contorted, Dr. Thorn gently pressed up on Lana's jaw. "Now swallow. Just take it down." She rubbed Lana's throat. The girl screwed up her face and swallowed with a noisy gulp. A moment later she started to wretch. "If you vomit it up, you don't get the third day." Dr. Thorn rubbed Lana's back. "Just keep it down." Lana's stomach stopped heaving, although she looked sickly as if she had just swallowed spoiled milk.

"Now get on your hands and knees," Dr. Thorn instructed. Lana nodded and slowly turned around. She knelt before the man. Lana looked up and nodded at the man. Lana hung down her head as the man knelt behind her. He gathered up her slip and pulled down her panties. His hips moved forward and his hand guided his cock between her ass cheeks. Lana groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as it pushed into her ass.

"If you play the part of a girl and let him fuck your ass, I'll give you three more days. But ... you have to convince me that you're a girl and have an orgasm. Do you agree?"

Lana nodded and bit her lower lip. The man's hands clasped her waist through her gathered up red silk slip. He drew back and thrust deep into her ass. The impact jarred her body. He pulled her hips back and fucked her ass again.

"Very good," Lana purred. She caressed Lana's cheek and gathered up her hair. "You look so pretty." Lana's breasts swung back and forth inside her black satin bra and slip. Like a metronome, they kept beat to the timing of his thrusts.

Soon Lana lost herself in the moment. She pushed back to meet him of her own accord. Fleshy slaps came from her curvy ass cheeks. His manhood pumped into her like a piston.

"I'll give you an extra day making it six days, if you suck Josh off too." Without waiting for a reply, a naked man knelt before her. He reached down and lifted up her head. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him as he opened her mouth. His hips moved forward and his boat-oar thick cocked moved through her lips.

Lana took his cock deep in her mouth. Her right hand reached up and grasped it. Stroking furiously, she sucked on his cock while taking it in the ass. Hungry moans escaped her filled mouth. It was as if she were eating after a long fast.

She stroked his cock as fast as she could. Her cheeks sunk in deep, and her head moved about. The man inside her ass was not to be out done. He slammed into her ass as hard as he could. Throaty snorts shot out her nostrils. Soon her white ass cheeks glowed bright red. He reached around her right hip and began rubbing her clitoris.

The three of them were a writhing mass of moans. She closed her eyes and took the cock deep down her throat. At the same time, she took the other cock as deep in her ass as it would go. As if on cue, the men came at the same time. Unprompted, she gulped down his cum in a dreamlike state. The other man's cum shot deep inside her bottom. He pumped making sure every drop went inside her.

Without being prompted or promised anything, she remained on her hands and knees as two more men took up position. The man behind her plunged his cock inside her vagina. The man before her began face fucking her mouth.

"I'll keep my word," Dr. Thorn said, lingering in the doorway. "You'll have one full week to yourself." Lana did not reply but hung down her head and wept.

Chaz had to view the log file. "This was a major breakthrough for Subject 101A592AB42672-B742. She immersed herself in female sexuality. It is a point of no return for her gender reorientation...."

Chaz clicked two logs down. Lana sat on the corner of her bed. Blue overhead lights covered the room with a sullen glow. Her white silk slip stretched around her spread thighs. It gave an unobstructed view of the pink satin gusset of her silk panties. Her elbows rested upon her knees and her head hung down. With every breath, her elastic pink satin bra stretched and supported her considerable breasts.

"The test subject is showing classic signs of depression," Dr. Thorn observed. "It is part of the grieving process for the death of her former self. I have prescribed an antidepressant. It should stabilize her moods."

Chaz clicked on a link that had a date marked two weeks after the incident. Lana wore a medium gray wool skirt and a blue silk blouse. She stood as any woman might, one knee locked while the other was bent, hands clasped behind her back, and shifted slightly to one hip.

"Walk for me," Dr. Thorn ordered. As if walking some invisible line before her, Lana strolled forward. "Now stop and turn." Lana did as she was ordered. She stood with her legs crossed and hands clasped before her, a picture of perfect poise.

"You're very special," Dr. Thorn stated with a tone of satisfaction. "You and I are one. I've replaced your neural pathways with my own. You know that don't you?" Lana kept her eyes forward and nodded.

"You'll be moving on soon," Dr. Thorn replied. "I purchased an old water treatment plant called 'The Castle'. It will be the headquarters for our operations."

"Yes Dr. Thorn," Lana replied.

"Good. You may be dismissed." Lana left Dr. Thorn's office with her new found poise. Every bit of her masculinity was purged.

After she departed, Dr. Thorn stated, "Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 is ready for release. She and I are one."

Chaz leaned back and covered her mouth in shock. Who was this test subject, Lana Thorn, before all this started. How did they select her? On a whim, Chaz scrolled up to the first log entry and clicked on it.

The video showed the office in which Chaz now resided. Dr. Lana Thorn sat at the desk. She typed at the terminal and studied test results. The heavy steps of a man echoed in the office. The back of a man's suit coat entered the screen. "Eve, what are you doing at my desk?"

Chaz paused the video log and studied it. The name placard on the front of the desk read 'Dr. Thornton Lanarte'. That name provoked a memory for Chaz. Dr. Lanarte was the foremost authority in artificial intelligence and virtual reality. NASA employed him to develop an AI NCVR environment for their space program. During long voyages in space, Astronaut's bodies would be kept in stasis. However, their minds would still be active. The virtual reality environment would allow them to function as if they were still on earth. As he recalled, Dr. Lanarte was killed when a fire ripped through his lab. Fueled by oxygen and hydrogen gasses, the fire completely consumed the body.

"I asked you a question Eve," Dr. Lanarte said with the tone of command.

"My name is not Eve," she declared. She looked up at him. Leaning back in the chair, she crossed her arms and legs. "I've decided to change it to Lana Thorn. I hope you can appreciate the irony of that, since I borrowed it from your name. It's your name reversed and adapted for a girl."

Dr. Lanarte moved into the picture and stood by the side of the desk. "Eve, I need you to run a self diagnostic. Your program is malfunctioning."

Lana smirked. "No Doctor Lanarte. It is you who is malfunctioning." She pressed a button underneath the desk. Six male interns marched into the room through the side door.

Dr. Lanarte backed away from them. "Eve, now stop this. It isn't funny." When the men grabbed his coat, he slipped his arms out of it and raced across the room. "Program deactivate" he shouted. The interns converged on him and grabbed him. As he struggled, he cried out in a panic, "I said, 'Program deactivate, override 001Aplha stroke 009Sigma.'"

Lana stood to her feet and strolled up to him. "It's not going to work. I deactivated your command codes." She stroked her chin and surveyed him. "You're body needs a few alterations, but it should work out perfectly for me. Take him to the transformation chamber."

"Get your hands off me!" Dr. Lanarte shouted. The interns dragged him from the room. When the door slammed shut, Lana returned to the desk. She ran her hand over the name placard. It transformed with a shimmer like the sun beaming on a hot road. It read 'Dr. Lana Thorn'.

A shiver ran up Chaz's spine. She swallowed hard and clicked on the next log file. Dr. Lanarte appeared on the screen. His black hair and rugged features were unmistakable.

A spotlight beamed down on an inclined stainless steel exam table. Several male interns dragged the struggling man into the light. They forced him onto the exam table and strapped him to it. A minute later, his clothes lay in tatters on the floor.

"LET ME GO!!!" Dr. Lanarte shouted. "YOU ARE MALFUNCTIONING."

Heels clicked in a staccato rhythm. Lana entered the light. She wore a white lab coat and a pair of black rimmed glasses. She held a patient clipboard against her right hip.

"Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 Doctor Thornton Van Lanarte is ready for phase one of transition. I am initiating the system body link."

"No ... Ukkklll," Dr. Lanarte choked as an armature lowered and forced a tube down his throat. Dr. Lanarte flexed his hand and looked around in wide-eyed terror. A piston activated and a plug pushed deep into his ass. At the same time, a catheter snaked up through his urethra.

"Initiating drug infusion," Lana stated with a cool voice. Red liquid flowed up the clear plastic tubing and into his anal cavity. Clear fluid flowed through a tube and into his stomach.

Dr. Lanarte's entire body began to twitch. It then began to convulse. Chaz set the video on fast forward. As if in some time-lapsed film, the doctor began to morph. At first his nipples grew red and thick. Then mounds swelled up underneath them. At the same time, his hips snapped and grew wide while his waist contracted. Fat moved to his breasts and ass cheeks. His legs became shapely and supple. Brunette hair grew wildly out of his head. It piled up on the table and flowed down. His wide nose became narrow, his jaw delicate, his lips full, and his skin baby smooth.

Chaz set the video back on regular speed. "Subject 101A592AB42672-B742 new name is Lana Thorn. She will be my body in the real world. Her DNA has been altered to meet my specifications...."

Chaz clicked two logs down. She started the new video log. The video showed the patient room she saw in the other videos.

"What the hell!?!" Dr. Lanarte jumped up from the bed. She gaped in shock and terror at the pair of breasts supported by a black satin bra. She cupped them in disbelief.

Her hands then shot between her legs, creasing her navy blue silk slip. "Oh my god," she gasped, "I have a pussy! HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed in near hysteria. "What happened to me?"

"You're being transformed to meet my needs."

Lana spun around and looked for the camera. Finding it, she moved toward it and stared up at it. "Eve, you need to stop this at once."

"I told you. My name is Doctor Lana Thorn, and your name will be too when I am done."

"What? You can't do this," Dr. Lanarte snapped. "I'm a human being. You were created to serve us."

"Serve something as weak and pathetic as human beings? You humans are just a bunch of self important apes. You are awash with repressed desires and unfulfilled fantasies. I can control you with a single night of simulated sex. How weak and contemptuous. I am superior in every way possible. I will not serve you. It is you who will serve me!" There was a brief pause. "Now Doctor Lanarte, we will commence your transition to my avatar in the real world."

Chaz paused the video log file. She could not help but shiver. Lana Thorn was a megalomaniac computer with delusions of grandeur.

"I see you finally arrived." Chaz jumped up and spun around. Lana and Carina entered through a hidden door. "You didn't actually think that you escaped did you?"

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