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only a stopgap measure. These biologists were determined to go one step further, and they succeeded. Rika was the proof, or part of the proof anyway. She was far from perfect, but their intention had not been to reshape her, change her eye color or her bust.
No, Rika was the object of research for what the geneticists thought was a somewhat more niche audience, but one that would likely pay exorbitant sums for the privilege. She was the first successful prototype for the transsexual audience. She was a woman, but with cock and balls.
After a few weeks of observation she had been released from her ten months and fifteen days of testing. The program had promised to provide a comfortable home for her for the rest of her natural life, so she had been set up near the beach as she had requested. Of course, after having been confined to a clinical environment for months and with the money to spare the first thing she did was travel.
With no personal belongings left it was as simple as booking a flight. Many hours, a few planes and a ferry later Rika stepped onto the gentle sand of a quiet Caribbean island. She was away from the dreary streets of her home, away from any prying eyes or curious questions. She could relax and find a way to make sense of her emotions, perhaps even find a way to live a normal life.
That was what she had hoped, at least, until the girl had approached her. Now it was morning, and she had no idea what had happened save a fuzzy feeling in her mind. She had sat down to wait for breakfast, but the idea of what she was now capable of had rumbled in her mind since she first woke up with the shaft between her legs. There was a foreign and undeniable impetus to do - something - constantly present. And now she had lost two hours, and the girl. Rika stood, and walked out of the restaurant.
She passed through the door, but only managed a few steps in the warm morning sunlight before she had to support herself against the hot stone of a fake pillar lining the entrance to the hotel. Sounds returned, movements, feelings. A jumble of emotion, frighteningly powerful, came back. The sky was dark, but not black, more a sort of magical midnight blue that existed on the island, a kind of night she had never experienced at home. She was holding her down, choking--
Rika shook her head and looked around. She had not been far from the hotel the night before, perhaps a kilometer down the beach where large rocks strewn with nature’s careless hand had formed coves and smaller, more private arenas on the beach. She hurried down the pavement.
The beach was still only sparsely populated, mostly with people who came for a brief morning dip. Perhaps the girl had not yet been found? Rika stopped for a moment, shocked at herself. If she had killed the girl, if she found a corpse, would she really try and hide it?
Of course, morals dictated that she report herself, but without shadow of a doubt the prison system on the island was far from as enlightened as what she was used to at home. It would almost certainly not be a pleasant experience, even as prisons go. She swallowed and closed her eyes, leaning against the low wall separating the sand from the sidewalk as she felt another episode coming on.
Rika moved in violent bursts, hammered forward, chasing something she still did not quite grasp. The biological urge was still new in her, so raw and uncontrolled like an exposed nerve. The girl was naked beneath her, trapped and unable to escape the predator she had found herself in the hands of. She rocked back and forth in tune with the powerful thrusts hammering her, whimpering as her body was imprinted in the sand.
Rika shook her head, drawing in a deep breath to clear her mind. She came back to herself, feeling the new sensation of a growing erection. She was close to where she had been with the girl, and still unversed in how to control her body. The memory had been so real that she could almost still smell the faint fragrance
No, Rika was the object of research for what the geneticists thought was a somewhat more niche audience, but one that would likely pay exorbitant sums for the privilege. She was the first successful prototype for the transsexual audience. She was a woman, but with cock and balls.
After a few weeks of observation she had been released from her ten months and fifteen days of testing. The program had promised to provide a comfortable home for her for the rest of her natural life, so she had been set up near the beach as she had requested. Of course, after having been confined to a clinical environment for months and with the money to spare the first thing she did was travel.
With no personal belongings left it was as simple as booking a flight. Many hours, a few planes and a ferry later Rika stepped onto the gentle sand of a quiet Caribbean island. She was away from the dreary streets of her home, away from any prying eyes or curious questions. She could relax and find a way to make sense of her emotions, perhaps even find a way to live a normal life.
That was what she had hoped, at least, until the girl had approached her. Now it was morning, and she had no idea what had happened save a fuzzy feeling in her mind. She had sat down to wait for breakfast, but the idea of what she was now capable of had rumbled in her mind since she first woke up with the shaft between her legs. There was a foreign and undeniable impetus to do - something - constantly present. And now she had lost two hours, and the girl. Rika stood, and walked out of the restaurant.
She passed through the door, but only managed a few steps in the warm morning sunlight before she had to support herself against the hot stone of a fake pillar lining the entrance to the hotel. Sounds returned, movements, feelings. A jumble of emotion, frighteningly powerful, came back. The sky was dark, but not black, more a sort of magical midnight blue that existed on the island, a kind of night she had never experienced at home. She was holding her down, choking--
Rika shook her head and looked around. She had not been far from the hotel the night before, perhaps a kilometer down the beach where large rocks strewn with nature’s careless hand had formed coves and smaller, more private arenas on the beach. She hurried down the pavement.
The beach was still only sparsely populated, mostly with people who came for a brief morning dip. Perhaps the girl had not yet been found? Rika stopped for a moment, shocked at herself. If she had killed the girl, if she found a corpse, would she really try and hide it?
Of course, morals dictated that she report herself, but without shadow of a doubt the prison system on the island was far from as enlightened as what she was used to at home. It would almost certainly not be a pleasant experience, even as prisons go. She swallowed and closed her eyes, leaning against the low wall separating the sand from the sidewalk as she felt another episode coming on.
Rika moved in violent bursts, hammered forward, chasing something she still did not quite grasp. The biological urge was still new in her, so raw and uncontrolled like an exposed nerve. The girl was naked beneath her, trapped and unable to escape the predator she had found herself in the hands of. She rocked back and forth in tune with the powerful thrusts hammering her, whimpering as her body was imprinted in the sand.
Rika shook her head, drawing in a deep breath to clear her mind. She came back to herself, feeling the new sensation of a growing erection. She was close to where she had been with the girl, and still unversed in how to control her body. The memory had been so real that she could almost still smell the faint fragrance
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