We worked all night and most of the day after, and we felt fairly sure we could explain our ideas in layman's terms. Then we had to go home to get dressed. La Diva, as we secretly called her, had some beautiful gowns waiting for us, and I'll be honest, I couldn't stop looking at myself. Then, Lauren and I couldn't stop looking at each other.



A limo dropped us off at the party. Before we were inside we already had a glass of champagne in our hands. And once in, people simply refused to believe we were a couple. And soon we were separated, two handsome men showing me around, making sure I knew where the bar, the food and the bedrooms were.



It didn't take long before Mr. Philkins, our host, spotted me, and he introduced me to some of his investor friends. I did my best sales pitch, wishing Lauren was there with me. But one glance in the direction where I had lost her, showed that she too was surrounded by a group of business men and women.



One woman in my own group, whom I soon identified as a business woman herself, rather than a companion, was eager to hear more technical details. We separated from the group, as I found a napkin and a pen, and drew the simplified idea on it. Her questions told me she had an engineering background herself, and soon we were in a heated discussion, and I could tell she was rather taken by me.



As if it was meant we teamed up with Lauren and her own investor, a beauty all by herself. We ate at a table together, discussing the project for a while, then things got more personal. It didn't take long before they knew about our background and childhood and our current relationship. Likewise, these two business women knew each other intimately as well, but when we got on the dance floor, I was in the arms of Lauren's beau.



She was leading and I was as wax in her arms. We definitely got some looks but not one man dared to interject for a change of partners. I don't recall ever being so swept away, so totally in tune with her moves. And when a slow song started, we were practically embracing each other. Then her lips brushed mine.



It was so soft, so sweet, so unexpected, that it suddenly brought me back down to the ground. "I'm sorry, Vera" I told her, "as much as I enjoyed dancing with you, and as much as I'm flattered that a beautiful woman like yourself would kiss me, but I'm taken. Lauren is the love of my life!"



We still finished the dance in a tight embrace, but she didn't attempt anything further. I worried that she was upset. When she led me back to our table, Lauren and Donna came back as well, and Vera and Donna embraced, and I saw them whispering to one another.



Apparently it had been a test. They had wanted to know how far we'd go to secure their investment. And apparently we had passed, as Lauren had clearly chosen for me as well. We were a solid team, together and apart, and they believed their money would be safe under our control. They were intrigued by our transgenderism and wondered if being born as a man actually made it easier to reach the top as a woman, compared to a cis-woman like themselves. They used the Professor as an example. With the choice between two women, the Professor collected a decisive amount of hardcore conservative votes, simply because people believed there was still some part of a man under her stylish attire.



How wrong these men were though. If you compare the battle of the sexes, then we were the ones who switched sides, to never go back again. Bringing a tiny bit of male macho, but hiding it under a torrent of female desires. Female power. Tipping the balance finally to the female side.



Or maybe these men were right? We didn't have the numbers, but how many trans women were willing to play the traditional female role? More than naturally born women who have been trying to free themselves for years from that stigma? We didn't have the answers but we certainly enjoyed the discussion. One thing was sure though... the Professor would never fit in the traditional female role, but stunning as she was, both men and women were idolizing her.



When the party came closer to the end we said our goodbyes to Vera and Donna, after promising a weekly lunch update. They wanted to make sure they'd be invited for our wedding, and not having given that a thought ever thus far, I blushed and said "Of course!"



We were to stay until the last investor was gone, and Philkins introduced us to two more. Dear friends, as he called them. Once more we were separated, and suddenly I found myself in one of the bedrooms. With a guy named Buzz, who seemed to ogle my boobs more than listening to my new product story.



Suddenly he interrupted my sales pitch, and he asked me if I was looking forward to the Mermaid Extravaganza. I was instantly quiet, what did he mean by that? Buzz continued, "I want you to remember who you were." And this time it wasn't like some unknown fog lifted from my memory. It was more like seeing double, or seeing a different picture with each eye.



I had all my memories of wanting to be a girl as a young boy, and at the same time I remembered being a straight man about two months ago.

Yes, I was suddenly aware that I had been in the hospital wing for about two months, rather than three weeks, in order to recover from all the surgeries applied to me. The first was the worst, happening right after I passed out that first day. When I realized what had happened, my scrotum emptied, part of my penis, essentially my urinary tract rerouted and sewed down to form a peehole just like a woman's, it was clear there was no reversal possible.



The remainder of my penis, as well as the skin from my scrotum were reused in a complicated surgery that put my prosthetic vagina in place. I could still swell up a bit, but it looked like a swollen clit, plus it reduced the internal size of my shaft, effectively clamping down on the dick that was fucking me. I remember practicing with some toys and then the real thing, when Lauren deflowered me, and how I had loved it.



Of course I made a ruckus when I found out what they'd done to me. But the doctor came by and showed me the paperwork that I had signed. I was supposed to become an experienced trans woman, who'd help out the recently transformed Lauren on her path to womanhood. It looked like my signature on the document but it was clearly falsified. The doctor was worried now, because he could lose his license over this.



Knowing there was no way back for me, he offered me a way forward. He could use hypnosis to bring me in a susceptible state, but then it was in essence a form of brainwashing to rewire my memories. I remember the agony of not being able to accept my new memories, wearing me out, not allowing me any sleep, filling my brain with sounds and images that I could no longer filter out. When my brain finally gave up, I was like a blank canvas that he slowly painted with new memories of becoming Olivia. He was very gentle and he spared me the horrible experiences that so many transgender women have had to deal with.

He also built in a trigger word, allowing him to pick up where he'd left off at a later time.



Many smaller surgeries followed, as well as electrolysis, making me the beautiful woman I now was. And a small modification made me think it had just been a facial change, that had kept me there for three weeks.



And now this man somehow knew my trigger word, and I felt compelled to follow his instructions. He told me to sit on my hands and knees on the bed. Doggie style. Butt in the air. And he pulled away my skirt, as well as my panties. He told me to relax and enjoy, as he put some lube on his dick, which was now out of his pants. That's when he entered my rear.



I didn't want to enjoy it, because he was raping me. But I felt an urge to do exactly what he was saying. And as he was sliding inside me, he told me to push back, until he was hitting my pleasure spot. I had no clue where that was, but did as ordered. And it was there indeed.



I had tears in my eyes, yet I could not stop the shudder. He told me I was to orgasm, every first time my sweet spot was touched in an anal session. And I had to cum the moment his dick coated my insides. It didn't take long, and I was cumming right along with him, tears now streaming down my face. His last order when he pulled out was that each time I saw him, I wanted to do it again. And that's how he left me there.



Finally, I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself. While sitting on the potty, my mind started racing. I was not who I thought I was. I have two sets of memories, but which one is real? Am I schizophrenic? Am I just one big lie? I needed to talk to Lauren, together we can handle anything. Right? Or is that not real either?



My mind made up, I went to find her. She was waiting for me, while talking with Mr. Philkins. We were the last ones there, and from their faces I could tell the party had been a success. Our limo was waiting to take us home, but not until we reached did I tell Lauren my story. She was shocked! Then she questioned her own actions. In her own one-on-one she had thought at some point that it would be a good idea to give the man a blow-job, and he left very happy. But now she wondered if she had been under some influence as well.



My memory from the clinic, about hypnosis and brainwashing, got us thinking. Apparently I had a trigger word, that would bring me back in a state of hypnosis, during which I would simply accept to do everything I was told. But the last command must always have been to forget about the session or have some fake memory on what had happened. Like waking up fully refreshed or something.



But Buzz left me right away, without "closing me off" again. Without telling me it was simply my own great idea to have sex. Without telling me to forget I was raped. And made to like it. I cried again by now, Lauren holding me in her arms. But he was not going to get away with it. I called the police.



It took a few weeks to sort things out. Part of the problem was that it seemed we both had given our consent to the alleged rapes. But, following procedure, they used a rape kit on both of us, mine was fairly easy, for Lauren they had to send a probe down into her stomach. And with everybody's DNA on file it was an instant match.



My story was confirmed by my doctor in the clinic, who was arrested first, only to be released soon, as he was a victim just as much, because Buzz had blackmailed him, forcing him to provide the trigger word. Buzz was arrested, as was Lauren's investor, but also Mr. Philkins. He was the brain even, having the two investors pay for all of our surgeries and wardrobe, and in return would get easy access to a willing sex slave.



Obviously it was Buzz's mistake for not closing off my memories again. The doctor fixed that, making my female memories dominant, but not losing access again to my original male memories. It was weird, but I got used to it. He also removed the "command" from Buzz to always want him. Finally, the trigger word was removed, so I could no longer be victimized with it.



Lauren got a similar treatment, and also chose to make her current memories dominant. Which kept us lovers, and soon to be wives. Vera and Donna took us under their wings, investing in our project still, but helping us to smooth out any of the backlash. And providing a lot of advice on all things female and on many business and personal decisions.



Thanks to our story the Professor revoked the new law that got us into this mess, and changed it simply into tax incentives for companies that have gender minorities in their upper management org charts. She actually felt responsible for our ordeals, and the four of us were invited at the White House, for a private lunch with her and her wife. The six of us really got along, and we still text regularly one another.



So yes, Lauren and I are preparing for our wedding. But first will I get my final surgery, which will include a real womb in my body. With a bit of luck I will be able to get pregnant at some point. And the best of it? Buzz apparently paid for that already before he was caught and locked in jail.