Phil was grabbed on his way home from the office.

He was thrown into the back of a van, gagged, then a metal helmet was locked onto his head…!

Still struggling, the click of a padlock closing echoed round the inside of the hood.

His hands were then similarly fastened into smaller globes.

His clothes were then cut off, leaving him naked and shivering from fear.

The van journey was short, but bumpy. At the other end, he was grabbed by two people, carried like livestock and thrown into a small room.

“Right, let’s see what we’ve got here”, the voice he heard faintly in his helmet said. He tried to call for help but only managed a muffled moan.

“Give me a hand with this one”, the voice said. “There’s a lot of work to do with it.”

He felt himself being lifted again, then dumped onto a table. There was a jab in his arm, then he passed out…

Sometime later, he awoke, still in darkness.

He was still wearing the helmet and mittens; however, something felt really wrong between his legs…

Also, when he moved his mittened hands up towards his head, they were bumping up against something…

Two people then picked him up and he was carried down the corridor.

There was a lot more noise now, people shouting numbers.

A woman’s voice was the loudest, calling the biggest figures.

Then he heard the shout, “Sold!”, and the sound of a hammer hitting wood…

It was an auction! He’d just been sold, like meat!

Sobbing, and fighting wildly to get free, he was carried out and dumped in the boot of a car…

His helmet bashed against the boot as he tried to get up, frantically pushing against the boot lid, trying to get out.

The car moved slightly as the woman got in, then they drove off…

The ride took quite a while.

At the other end, the boot was opened, and he was surprised as the woman tenderly helped him out. She then unlocked his helmet…!

Leaving him firmly gagged, she stroked his head.

He then looked down…

A pair of DD breasts met his gaze. All his ‘boy parts’ were gone, as well…

“What did you expect?”, the woman said. “The pink stripe on your helmet means you had been booked in for a male to female sex change.”

“Anyway, do I need to put this back on, or are you going to behave…?”

Meekly, the man followed her into her house. His days as a managing director were over…!