Virus                                     by: Destiny

 

Prologue

Iraq fired the opening shot in the Second Gulf War when it tested its deadly new nerve gas against its old enemy Kuwait. The effects of this chemical death were hideous, people dissolved as if soaked in acid, becoming little more than piles of blood and steaming tissue. The attack was well timed, America was in an election year and none of the aspiring candidates wanted to be branded a sabrerattler. Russia was still suffering its own problems and along with France, had significant arms contracts to consider. China, predictably, just didn't give a damn. Iraq thought they would achieve a total take-over with no western interference. It thought that right up until the point where a British nuclear submarine surfaced in the Persian Gulf. The appropriately named HMS Vengeance, supposedly on manoeuvres in the south Atlantic, discharged its full nuclear payload upon Iraq's top secret weapons armoury, destroying 97% of the countries chemical weapons and its development labs. Without this advantage they were forced to be creative. The car containing an officer from the elite guards unit roared into the camp in the middle of the day. Shortly before this a special assembly had been called by the commandant and a young private called Abdul Asrim had been selected from this assembly. The car stopped only long enough to pick up Abdul then departed.

Abdul sat in the back of the comfortable staff car, and wondered at the honour of his selection for this mission. He knew only too well that he was not cut-out for army work. He was a skinny young man barely out of his teens, fresh faced almost beyond belief, shorter than everyone else in his unit by a good two inches, not only that but he could not even grow a beard. During the duration of the journey all of his questions to the cold-faced officer that collected him were met with stony silence. When the car finally arrived at its destination Abdul was glad to get out and away from his companion. The camp they had arrived at was buried deep underground and sparsely populated, infact there was less than a thousand people there. "Fall in for assembly." Abdul started in surprise, these were the first words his companion had said since they had met. With those instructions now imparted the officer stalked away leaving Abdul to join the assembly in the giant auditorium. As Abdul joined the assembly he noted with mild surprise that all of the men there were as slight as himself, some even more so. A tall ageing, but not elderly man climbed up onto the platform, he practically radiated command. He was followed by, Abdul was shocked to see, an equally tall western woman dressed in a bodysuit of black skin-tight leather carrying a whip. The man looked around the soldiers in the assembly hall, then proceeded to speak.

"Welcome comrades I am General Khan" the man spoke with a strong cultured voice. "you are all here for a very specific reason. The western devils, the great Satan, have once again attacked our sovereign soil. You here will form part of our masterplan to bring them to their knees, with this plan even if they should succeed in this war they will lose their world. You will have noticed the woman behind me she will provide a vital part of your training, her name is Mistress Dominique and although a westerner this program is of particular interest to her. She, or one of her associates will be in charge of your training. Now go, my friends, to your assigned quarters and prepare for tomorrow's start."

On the way to his rooms Abdul filled with pride at being picked for this duty. When he surveyed his quarters he was surprised to see that it was for only one, not only that but on the wall facing the bed was a large dressing desk and mirror. Shrugging his shoulders Abdul stripped off his clothes and fell into a deep sleep.

When Abdul awoke in the morning his arm hurt as if he had had an injection in it, he also noticed that his uniform and under clothes had been removed. He was still pondering this when the door opened and an attractive woman in skin tight red leather strode in, he vainly tried top cover himself with his hands but they were slapped away. The woman looked him straight in the eyes and spoke in a cool hard american accent.

"My name is Natasha. You will address me as Mistress. If you fail to obey me in the slightest I will have you flogged. Do you understand?" "Yes," Abdul answered. She hit him hard across the face.

"Yes, what?"

"Y-yes Mistress" He answered rubbing his jaw. By Allah that woman has a hand of iron, he thought to himself.

She was circling him and gazing at him as though he were a horse about to be sold at auction. She turned to him and giving him an unfamiliar tube said "Smear this cream on your body to remove what little hair you have, including that on your face and eyebrows, but avoid the top of your head leave it for 15 minutes and then shower. When you have finished we will begin your training."

When Abdul emerged from the shower he was inspecting his body he, was surprised to see how odd it looked without hair just like a high class whore he decided. He returned to the bedroom of his quarters to see that the woman had covered the mirror with a cloth.

She told him to sit in the chair and to do everything she ordered. "Now the first thing that I am going to do is to give you some new eyebrows that cream I gave you permanently removes all hair." Abdul winced with pain as the woman tattooed the eyebrows on him. She then set about applying makeup to his face. Abdul tried to ask why he needed makeup but was told to be silent. When Natasha had finished her ministrations she pulled the cover off the mirror. Abdul gasped at what he saw there, instead of his usual reflection there stared back the face of a woman that could've come from one of the American films. Natasha then gave him his orders.

"Look at your face" She commanded. "study it. By the end of this week you will be able to reproduce exactly what I have done and many other styles. You will fit in at any occasion."

The week dragged by for Abdul, everyday he would awake with a stiffness in his arm as if injected. He was sure that he was changing, his skin felt softer than ever, his chest was tight, tender and slightly swollen and he was sure that his bodyshape was altering but without any clothes to wear he could not confirm this. Everyday the woman called Natasha had come and forced him to adorn his face with makeup (she had also pierced his ears and inserted earrings), and punished his mistakes with a small electroshock device. He had not dared to question her for the reasons behind this bizarre training, her warning of flogging still rang in his ears (along with distant screams from others, presumably less attentive). The only welcome thing from her was the news of the war. He had been pleased to hear of the massacre of western troops, Almost 10000, with the last of the chemical weapons. The next day she had brought the news of the response, the british had dropped a nuke on Baghdad. Still he rose today as any other and applied his makeup as he had been taught, Natasha liked to see him in makeup as she arrived, it allowed her to inspect his progress. Today he selected a demure look with a little blusher, he still could not believe how feminine he looked if anything a little more feminine than a week ago.

Natasha entered the room in her customary manner this time with many articles of clothing in her arms. She inspected his makeup "Good You are improving all the time my pet. But today something more aggressive. Change it."

Abdul faced the mirror and began to remove his current makeup and apply another style. He hated it when she referred to him as her pet if this hated not been for his country he would have killed her. As abdul removed his makeup Natasha busied herself laying out the clothes ready for the next step of his transformation. She looked at him as he sat at the mirror. He was coming on fast, faster than any of the rest, and the nightly preparation treatments were becoming noticeable. His legs were becoming more shapely, his hips were filling out even as his waist shrank even the feel of his hair was changing, becoming finer and silkier. Most telling of all was the swelling of his chest. He must of noticed, she thought to her self, yet he has not mentioned it or even questioned the program. That spoke of great strength of character. Good, she decided, he would need it for what would come next.

"Now my pet," She said when abdul had finished at the mirror, faster than ever she noticed (faster than herself) "we can learn how to dress for company. Put these on."

Abdul stared at the item she had thrown at his feet. They were a pair of silk women's panties, red he noticed. Surely she could not expect him... He noticed her reaching for her pain device and quickly pulled them on noticing how smooth they felt on his hairless legs. It was when he had put the panties on that he noticed just how small his penis and testicles had become they barely bulged at the front.

"Now this." Natasha ordered, throwing him a bra. "This one is padded to achieve the affect required, but you will not need it for long." Natasha watched as abdul struggled to hook it in the back. "no like this" she assisted. "Now these." She gave him a pair of pantyhose. Abdul struggled with the pantyhose, managing to rip two pairs before getting the right technique. As he pulled the up his legs he wondered at how soft and sensual the felt clinging to his legs the way they did. No, he chided himself he could not feel this way it was for women these feelings not men. He was then handed an underslip which he dutifully put on, then finally he was given a red knee length light cotton dress. Once he had donned these items of clothing he turned to face the mirror. Abdul audibly gasped in shock at what he saw, the vision he saw could not have been anything other than a girl, a tomboyish girl, but still a girl. Natasha smiled with his makeup on, the way the dress lay over his new hips and lay snug over his padded chest he looked every inch a dream. the only thing spoiling his new look was his still somewhat male hair style, which gave him a tomboyish air, still that could be changed.

"Good" she spoke "we have a solid base to begin with. This week you shall learn not only the finer points of fashion and deportment." As the week progressed Natasha noticed the further changes to her pet. Abdul had begun to very noticeably develop breasts and the speed at which his body developed into a female form accelerated. Abdul's feet had now shrank to a more feminine size, so she had added the wearing of heels to the schedule. This he had taken to like a chicken to water, still after a few shock treatments he now had the poise of a catwalk model. As she continued she debated the worth of telling him the whole of the plan. This was what had lured her from New York the thought of a whole world to feminise. There was a shriek from down the corridor, from Abdul's room in fact, she smiled obviously the final part of the transformation had occurred during the night. It was time for phase 3.

Abdul slowly wakened and as had become habit felt his chest to see if it had increased in size overnight, according to the labels on his bras it was DD, whatever that meant. He thought back over the past week and his descent into femininity. At first it had been light dresses and skirts but it had soon progressed to lacy underwear and flowing gowns. His darkest point had come when Natasha (he could never bring himself to think of her as Mistress no matter how often he said it) had introduced him to high heels and miniskirts. At this last Abdul would have rebelled and took the flogging, and inevitable bullet in the head, if it had not been for the news reports that Natasha had shown him. They had only strengthened his resolve to serve his country. Still even with that he had cried himself to sleep the previous night, not only had his voice rose to a sweet girls soprano but Natasha had given him a cocktail dress so revealing that he could no longer deny he was not a man. Abdul rose out of the bed, the baby doll night-dress (another of Natasha's ideas) swayed gently as he walked to the toilet, the sway of his new hips gave him a sexy stride. He removed the night-dress to prepare for his morning ablutions, as always his arm ached from his nightly injection, he looked down at his groin. Abdul stared in shock at what he saw, his already shrunken penis and testes had disappeared entirely, now there was only a perfectly formed pussy. He could contain his feelings no longer and let out a total female cry.

Natasha raced into the room to find Abdul lying on the bathroom floor sobbing. Well, she thought, that solved the dilemma, she had orders to reveal the whole scheme as soon as the final transformation occurred. "Abdul" She spoke gently at first "Listen to me Abdul. I have something to tell you." Slowly she revealed to the sobbing girl the whole plan. How the eventual outcome of the war was foreseen, Iraq could not prevail against the western powers, they had done well to drag it out beyond the year. How agents had been selected to carry out the vengeance from beyond the grave as it were. how those agents had been trained to act as women to entrap men, why they needed soldiers to contaminate the water supplies of the western nations, to taint the very air they breathed. Natasha watched as reason slowly returned to the new girl's eyes. Appeal to his fanaticism, she thought, it worked well enough during the rest of the process. She told Abdul that he was to be sent into the world with certain supplies, some small weather balloons to release the virus into the air. He was to be given a quantity to release into water supplies and the formula to make fresh batches when that ran out, and of course the strain (the most virulent form) within his, her own body.

"Remember", he was told, "the strain that you use will determine the rate which the virus progresses, the airborne form will take time to complete its changes and cannot guarantee complete feminization. The water transmitted one will do so in less than a week, but your body fluids, even your sweat, will take only hours to complete the change. The infection once transmitted will be 100% contagious. Now you are ready for this mission." Within a week Abdul had been smuggled out into Israel and on a flight to London, he took care to release some of the virus on the plane, with recycled air infection was a certainty. Whilst on the plane the news was announced that Iraq had fallen and when they arrived in London there was a party of a lifetime waiting for them. Once the plane had touched down and he had claimed his possessions Abdul's first action was to memorise a name he had been given this one was to receive special treatment for his actions. After this had been done he changed his clothes. A pair of silk stockings, By Allah, how he loved the feeling of silk against his legs, lacy panties, a bra which enhanced his already full cleavage and a provocatively low cut cocktail dress. Abdul looked in the mirror there was a sight now man could resist, he felt a now familiar moistness in his crotch. In the last day before his departure Natasha had taught him every possible technique of sexual pleasure, of course after her usefulness was ended he had killed her payment for being called a pet. Abdul went to Trafalgar square where the party was happening. As soon as he arrived he set his eyes on a tall well dressed young man. He approached him and in his sexiest voice introduced herself. The man smiled back and introduced himself as Sam Glassford. Abdul smiled to himself this would be the first but soon he would have to trackdown the owner of the name he was given; Dr Gregory Banks.

 

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