Condemned to be a woman

Roberto woke up slowly, blinking as he tried to focus his eyes. The room he found himself in was spacious and clean, but lacked any decoration, giving it a cold and sterile feel. The bed he lay in was large and comfortable, but everything seemed unfamiliar to him. In front of him, a muscular man in a suit rested in an armchair, absorbed in the screen of his smartphone. The contrast between the luxury of his attire and the simplicity of the furniture was disconcerting.

To the right, against the back wall, there was a huge mirror reflecting the light coming in from a window with bars. The curtains were drawn to one side, revealing a landscape of distant, remote-looking mountains. To the left, a small modern-design wardrobe and two nightstands on either side of the bed completed the furniture. A single door stood as the only possible exit from this strange place. The man in the armchair glanced up from his phone and smirked mockingly. "Finally awake, pretty girl," he said in a rough but calm voice, before resuming typing on his smartphone.

Roberto blinked, confused. Pretty girl? He wondered to himself. He looked down, and to his surprise, he saw two female breasts. His first instinct was to touch them, as if wanting to confirm they were real. The sensation under his fingers was unmistakable: they were his. Panic gripped him as he moved his right hand down, only to discover that his member was gone.

"Remove the IV and look at yourself in the mirror if you want," the man continued, still not taking his eyes off the screen. "But you're a woman now. A very beautiful woman, I might add. Your name is now Amelia."

Roberto—no, Amelia—pulled out the IV with trembling hands, adding physical pain to the whirlwind of emotions engulfing her. She looked at the IV and the saline bag beside the bed. How long had she been unconscious? Her heart was racing, her breath shallow, and disbelief and fear threatened to overwhelm her.

"What day is it? How did I get here? How am I a woman?" she asked, her voice shaking as she struggled to grasp her situation.

The man looked up from his phone, sighing with an air of resignation. "Always the same questions," he replied, almost bored. "It's June 13th. I don't know the precise details, but you must have pissed off our boss. Everyone ends up here the same way. They do something, and she has us kidnap them. Then, she makes you swallow a live worm, which turns you into a woman. And if you're going to ask: yes, you can get pregnant and you'll have periods. You're a complete woman, not a crude imitation."

The man stood up from the armchair, his imposing presence filling the space. He was tall and muscular, his perfectly tailored suit accentuating his robust physique. His face showed a hardened expression, shaped by a life of carrying out orders without question. The confidence and disdain in his voice made it clear he had repeated these words many times before.

Amelia staggered towards the mirror, her hands still trembling. Each step she took was a struggle against the dizziness threatening to bring her down. When she reached the mirror, the image reflected back left her breathless. Before her stood a young woman of stunning beauty. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with an even tone that seemed almost unreal under the room's light. Long, dark, silky hair framed a face with delicate, symmetrical features. Her eyes, large and expressive, were the only thing that revealed Roberto's identity, now trapped in this new body. In those eyes, one could still see the panic and confusion she felt.

Amelia raised a trembling hand to her face, gently touching her cheek. The sensation felt strange, as if her own touch didn't belong to her. She lowered her hand to her neck, feeling the smoothness of her skin, then to her shoulders and new breasts. Feeling them under her hands, knowing they were hers, sent a chill of horror and fascination through her. It was a reality she couldn't deny, no matter how much she wanted to. Her hands continued down to her now slender and curved waist, to her hips. Every curve, every line of her body was foreign yet undeniably hers.

Panic grew inside her as she realized the irreversibility of her situation. The image in the mirror reflected a truth she couldn't escape. The breasts, the waist, the hips—all belonged to a woman, not Roberto. She felt trapped, a prisoner in a body that wasn't hers. Her breathing quickened, and tears began to fill her eyes. The identity reflected in the mirror was perfect, but it wasn't hers. It was a beauty that terrified her, evidence of the transformation she had undergone without her consent.

Her eyes—those eyes that still retained something of Roberto—desperately searched for an escape, a way to deny what the mirror showed her. But there was no way out. Reality hit her hard: she was no longer Roberto, but Amelia, a young and beautiful woman, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Helplessness and fear overwhelmed her, and she realized that no matter how much she fought against this new identity, the mirror would always show the same image: that of a woman she had to accept, even if it was against her will.

The man watched her with a mix of curiosity and disdain. "Get used to your new life, Amelia. Your past no longer exists. And you'd better follow orders if you don't want things to get worse."

Amelia felt the ground disappear beneath her feet. Confusion and fear mixed with a growing sense of helplessness. Her life had changed drastically, and she didn't know if she would ever be the same again.

The man turned towards the wardrobe and pulled out a red dress, clearly of oriental design. Then he added a set of black lingerie, which included a bra, panties, stockings, a garter belt, and modest black heels. "The boss wants to see you, put these clothes on," he ordered in a flat tone, almost bored.

Amelia felt a knot in her stomach. She had no intention of rebelling, but she needed to know just how bad her situation was. "And if I refuse?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

The man stopped typing and looked at her directly. His eyes hardened, and the coldness in his expression made Amelia shiver. "Then I'll twist your arm, put you over my knee, spank your ass, and instead of these heels, I'll bring out the highest ones," he said with a firmness that left no doubt as to whether he was serious.

Amelia swallowed, frightened. As a man, she had never been very strong or trained in combat techniques. Given the difference in height and muscle mass, she would most likely end up in a bad way if she challenged him.

"Okay, I'll comply," she said, walking over to the side of the bed where the guard had left the garments. "Do you have a name?"

"Yes, but it's irrelevant. Today, it's my turn to be on guard. Because of the ingestion time and date of the worm, you were supposed to wake up today or tomorrow. That's why I was here, to notify the boss, explain some basic things, and take you to her when she ordered. Anyway, in this wing, it's only the newbies, and you have the freedom to move between the gym, the bathroom, the hair salon, and the education room. It's impossible to leave without one of us. The only exit from this wing is the door we'll be going through. So my name doesn't matter. Another day, your guardian might be different."

While the guard spoke, Amelia struggled to put on the thong, finding it uncomfortable and strange. She then wrestled with the bra, trying to figure out how to put it on.

Seeing her clumsiness, the man took it from her hands with an exasperated sigh. Without showing any emotion, he demonstrated how to clasp it in the front, turn it around, put on the straps, and adjust her breasts inside. He didn't seem to enjoy touching Amelia's breasts; it appeared more of a hassle to him.

"Are you gay?" Amelia asked, incredulous at the man's lack of enthusiasm for looking at her body or trying to overstep his boundaries.

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly offended. "If I did anything improper, I'd be your companion in a few days. I don't fancy ending up as one of you. Now hurry up and finish getting dressed."

Amelia felt a chill. The implicit threat in his words was clear: there were punishments worse than simple obedience. With trembling hands, she hurried to put on the stockings and garter belt, feeling the soft, unfamiliar texture against her skin. The black heels weren't very high, but walking in them would be a challenge. Finally, she slipped into the red dress, adjusting it over her new body with some awkwardness.

The guard scrutinized her critically, ensuring she was presentable. His eyes slowly examined Amelia's figure, evaluating every detail. The red oriental-style dress hugged her new curves, highlighting her slender waist and the hips she now possessed. The black lingerie barely visible beneath the dress added a touch of sensuality he couldn't ignore, though his expression remained impassive. The black heels, though not very high, forced Amelia to maintain a more upright and elegant posture, further enhancing her femininity.

"Follow me," he ordered, heading towards the door.

Amelia followed him, each step in the heels a struggle to maintain her balance. As they walked down the hallway, she tried to calm her mind, processing everything that had happened. His life as Roberto seemed increasingly distant, and the uncertainty about what was to come caused him a mixture of fear and resignation.

On the way, Amelia saw another girl with her head down, slowly making her way towards another section of the wing. Her appearance was disheveled, and the evident fear on her face made Amelia shiver. The guard's words echoed in her mind: "the boss wants to see you," and the sight of that girl made her imagine the terrible experiences she might face there.

Upon reaching a door at the end of the hallway, the guard stopped. The armored door separated the novice wing from the rest of the mansion, and to open it, it had an advanced security system. Without a word, the guard leaned towards an iris scanner at eye level. A beam of light scanned his iris, and after a moment, the door opened with a soft click.

"Go ahead," he said, gesturing for Amelia to step through first.

Amelia crossed the threshold with her heart pounding. Beyond, the decor changed drastically. The simplicity of where she had woken up was left behind, replaced by a luxurious elegance that momentarily dazzled her. Persian rugs, valuable paintings, and antique furniture adorned the room, creating an opulent and somewhat intimidating atmosphere.

The guard stopped in front of a larger, more ornate door, knocking softly before opening it. Inside, the room was decorated with even more exquisite taste. The mahogany desk, velvet curtains, and crystal lamps starkly contrasted with the austerity of the novices' room. Behind the desk, a woman exuding authority looked up and smiled, though her smile didn't reach her eyes.

With a nod, she authorized their entry, and the guard pushed Amelia forward. Amelia walked awkwardly until she stood a few steps from the desk. The guard's hand stopped her, and with a firm push, he forced her to kneel.

Amelia was terrified, not daring to look directly at the boss. If they were capable of turning a man into a complete woman, what other things could they do? Amelia's imagination ran wild, filling her with a fear she had never experienced before.

The boss, a slender and elegant woman, had a presence that filled the room. She wore a high-fashion suit that emphasized her authoritative demeanor. Her dark hair was tied back in a flawless bun, and her eyes were cold and calculating. Every one of her movements denoted control and power.

"Welcome, Amelia. We have much to discuss," she said in a soft yet authoritative voice.

The room seemed to close in around Amelia. The luxury and opulence of the place didn't mitigate the sense of danger emanating from the boss. Amelia slowly lifted her gaze, meeting the woman's eyes. She felt as though every aspect of her new reality was being assessed and judged at that moment.