Aliens…
why did it have to be aliens?! Couldn’t I have caught the TG flu, or suffered
from Second Puberty, or something like that?! Did I really have to be caught in
some crazy alien abduction and experiment?!
Don’t
get me wrong, I’m pretty happy overall with what they have done to me. When I
greeted all my fellow captioners and left the Wreck Room, I was actually pretty
excited and eager to find out what would have happened to me. So many
possibilities, so many fates! Imagine my shock when suddenly I was enveloped by
some eerie bright light and felt myself being lifted up from the ground,
starting floating in the air and getting slowly pulled towards a saucer up in
the sky and then inside of it, losing consciousness almost immediately.
I
was scared shitless when I woke up and found myself strapped to that medical
table, surrounded by strange and disquieting machineries and by small green
people messing around with them and emitting those strange unsettling grunts. I
had seen enough sci-fi films to know that I was about to be experimented on,
and I was so scared that I could not even master the strength to break free. I
was their guinea pig, and I was screwed.
Thankfully
for me, they were conducting experiments on human anatomyk, and in particular
they were curious to learn about our genders (because of course they were).
Apparently to a species that reproduces by mitosis, the mere concept of gender
sounds alien and nonsensical, and they were quite curious to find out what
would have happened if they started to mess around with our genitals and our
DNAs.
I
have to consider myself lucky. I could have ended up as a pregnant guy, or a
chick with a dick, like some of the other abducted people did. Since they
limited themselves to change my gender and mess around with my new body a bit,
now that I am back on heart I can hope to lead a normal life, even though now
that I am a woman I basically will have to start from scratch. The problem is
that I’m finding it quite hard to lead a normal life as a woman after having
been experimented on. The trauma of being abducted and transformed would
distress anybody, but it’s not just that. There’s more.
You
see, when I said that I was screwed, I meant that in quite a literal sense.
After having acquired a fresh new pussy, the aliens got a little carried away
with their… probing. It was quite a traumatic experience, but most of all it
was so unbelievably pleasant. During those endless ours I achieved pleasures I
didn’t even think were possible, and that was not just thanks to my new
sensitive body, but mostly due to the way their highly sophisticated machines
would tease and stimulate my new assets. And once I got back to earth I was
understandably enough quite eager to find myself a man that would have fucked
me senselessly and have me experience that heaven again.
The
problem is that I have discovered to my disappointed that no male earthling can
compare with those alien machineries. Even the most hung up black man I managed
to find was barely capable of making me feel something, let alone make me
climax. In the end I had to buy this monstrosity of a dildo in the hope I could
have replicated the experience, but so far it is not quite the same thing.
Nothing is.
I
guess all I can do now is accept the fact that those abysses of absolute pleasure
may be forever precluded to me, which means that I will have to settle for the
pathetic dicks of my species. I’m booking a vacation to Ohio anyway. I have
heard they have found a new crop circle, and even thought that kind of stuff
ends up revealing itself as hoaxes almost always, those are the only kind of
traces I can follow hoping to one day meet my alien benefactors again. A girl
can dream.
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