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I waited, alone, in a featureless white room, on a simple bench. I had stopped yelling hours ago and now I sat with tears dried on my face, calmly looking down at my body. I wasn't the most attractive guy in the world, but I had an ok body. I seemed to do okay getting girlfriends, and keeping them happy with my 6.5 inches. But every familiar hair, pore and wrinkle would be gone tomorrow. Who would I be then?

Considering the biodroids which were in the most demand, I had a pretty good idea.

I heard a slight hiss and turned to see the door open. A nurse flanked by two guards approached. I saw the syringe in his hands, and knew I would be sedated. Despite being utterly worn out from crying and screaming for hours, fear ignited inside me once again and I jumped up, backing away.

"Remain calm, prisoner. You know this is going to happen one way or another. You can submit willingly, or be tasered. It's up to you," the nurse said in a calm, bored voice that seemed to be at odds with such a threat. I briefly wondered why anyone could come to work every day knowing they were condemning their fellow humans to a life of slavery. It must pay well.

I had been tasered earlier when the enforcers first picked me up off the streets. Remembering the pain was all the convincing I needed to comply. After all, just as the nurse said, there was no escaping my fate. I was in debt; a lot of it. More than I could ever hope to pay back after losing my job and my home. The government dealt with people who had no possessions or assets to repossess by taking something far more valuable instead - their brains.

Human technology had come a long way, but there was one thing humans had not yet fully recreated: sentience. Computer AI was very advanced, and perfect for servants or laborers. But for human companions, nannies, and creative endeavors, android AI was lacking that "spark of humanity." That's where people like me came in, poor saps who had let human nature get the best of them. Gamblers, addicts, anyone who was dead weight in society. I had taken out too many welfare loans and failed to pay them back in a timely manner. I had reached a point where I would never be able to pay back the money I owed no matter how hard I worked, because of the interest.

I was government property now. My brain would be transplanted into an android body called a biodroid and my old body discarded. I would then be leased to another, where I would work to pay back what I owed. But again, because of interest, I would never earn enough to be free.

I remained still as the nurse injected me, guards at either side with their tasers ready. My heart was pounding in my chest and my head was swimming with the overwhelming fear and instinct to flee, but I didn't move. As soon as he withdrew the needle, I felt the darkness creeping in. Vision became blurry, my eyelids drooped. I felt someone catch me from behind as I succumbed.

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Slowly I felt my consciousness return, and opened my eyes to a blue tinted world. I tried to move my body, but could not. My eyes were the only thing I could move, so I could see that I was inside some sort of human-sized pod with a blue tinted, clear window in the front, big enough for my head and shoulders to be visible from the outside. I felt soft foam behind me, molded to my body. I was standing upright and held in place by straps around my wrists, ankles, neck, and stomach. I could feel something at the base of my skull, and knew that I was plugged into the pod via a port on the back of my neck, which all biodroids had so they could charge.

I figured that I had just woken up from the brain transplant, and would have expected to feel like shit after such a procedure, but I felt absolutely fine. There was no pain, no headache, and my eyes were not sensitive to the light at all, like they usually are when I first wake up. Having an android body may have some perks.

From the corner of my eyes I could see what I had feared the most. Full, perky breasts with puffy nipples were sticking out from my chest. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but not a muscle moved. I began to panic, thinking something had gone wrong and I was paralyzed.

For hours and hours I screamed internally, willing my body to move or hoping someone would come to help me. I saw workers pass by, pushing pods identical to mine on dollys, but none of them paid me any mind. I seemed to be in a storage warehouse for freshly made biodriods. I blinked rapidly to get their attention, but no one even looked at me.

Activity in the warehouse eventually died down and the lights went out. I wished that I could fall asleep to pass the time, but my new body didn't seem to ever get tired. It was agonizingly boring as the hours passed, but finally I started seeing people again. In fact, right away one of them came for me with a dolly. My heart raced, fearfully anticipating the new life I was about to have, as the worker wheeled me into the back of a truck along with other pods.

It was dark in the truck, and a long ride. We were tightly packed and tied down, but jostled slightly with the bumps in the road. Just like cargo. We were nothing but goods being delivered to people, real human people who had rights, money, and possessions. All things I would never have again.

I tried not to think about my gently bouncing breasts below, or the empty space between my legs. My titties rippled every time the truck hit a bump, and it was a very strange sensation which drew my attention to the horror of my new body every time it happened.

The truck made several stops in which the door was opened and one of the pods would be unloaded. After hours of this, it was my turn. I was wheeled out and saw that I was in a rich neighborhood of the city, densely populated by high rise apartments. I was wheeled into what appeared to be a luxury condo and taken by elevator to the top floor. As the bell chimed, indicating we had reached our floor, I was overtaken by extreme anxiety knowing I must be moments away from meeting my owner.

The worker knocked on a door, and we were greeted by a well-groomed, attractive man with slicked black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He appeared to be in his mid-30s, dressed casually in a style which made his wealth obvious. He smiled when he saw me, and ushered the worker to wheel me in and deposit me in the middle of a tastefully decorated, modern living room. Huge windows spanning from ceiling to floor constituted two of the walls, with a breathtaking view of the city below.

I was facing away from the door, but I heard the man and the worker exchange some pleasantries, some paperwork was signed, and then the front door closed behind the worker as he left. The man once again came into my field of view, peering at me through the tinted window. I could do nothing but gaze at him impassively, my facial muscles as paralyzed as the rest of me. I felt an overwhelming rage towards this man, who had purchased me as if I were an unfeeling object. Did he even care that I was a human being, or did this rich fuck think that he was better than everyone else?

The man leaned forward and pressed a button on the front of the pod. With a hiss, the door popped open and slid to the side. I felt the plug in my neck disengage, and the bindings retract. Suddenly, I could move. I stepped away from the pod and quickly rubbed my wrists where I had been tied down. They neither hurt nor itched, I just felt weird about suddenly being free. I looked down at my naked body for the first time, and shrieked in a shockingly girly voice when I saw my breasts. I didn't know that much about boobs, but they had to be G cups at least. I clutched my throat in surprise at the sound I had made, and glared at the man with hatred in my eyes.

I wanted to beat him with my fists, cuss at him, or shove him out the window, but I found myself utterly unable to make myself do any of those things. It was like jumping off a ledge, or driving into oncoming traffic.. unless you were suicidal, you couldn't make yourself do it, only think of it.

"Hold still," he commanded in an authoritative voice, smirking at my reaction. Instantly I brought my hands to my sides, looked forward, and my facial expression relaxed to neutral. I did these things automatically, as a reflex.

"I know this is new to you, and that you used to be a man. In fact, I requested this. To be frank, I don't really care who you were or what you want. You are my property now, and you'd better get used to it. My name is William Bole, and you will refer to me as Sir or Mr. Bole.

"As you may already know, biodroids such as yourself do not have completely human brains.. you have been augmented with an AI interface. This means that even though you retain your human thoughts and feelings, you can also be programmed. Your current programming includes the basics that any biodroid must have, such as an inability to harm humans and complete subserviance to your owner. You will comply with any command I give to the best of your ability, but unlike a regular AI, you can use creativity, human ingenuity, and past experiences to help you accomplish the given task."

William smiled at me, and reached out to caress my face. I couldn't even flinch as his rough hand passed over my smooth, feminine skin. His hand trailed lower and cupped one of my heavy breasts. He rubbed a thumb over my nipple, and I felt myself growing warm in my groin.

"Beautiful," he sighed appreciatively, and I watched in horror as he reached down to unbuckle his pants. His pants hit the floor and I was greeted by a large, 8" uncut erection and large hairy balls.

"Suck it, and do everything you know a man loves. Take your time and make my pleasure last. My cock is your god now; worship it."

I instantly began to think of ways to give the best blowjob ever. I knew exactly what I would have wanted a girl to do to me. I was completely disgusted and did not want to do this at all, yet I lowered myself to my knees and took his length in my delicate, slender hands and caressed him lovingly. He groaned at my touch and thrust forward towards my face.

I tried to scream, I tried to run away, but I simply couldn't. I brought my lips to the head of his cock and gave it a sloppy kiss. It tasted disgusting. I was filled with rage but a pleasant smile was plastered on my face.

I licked up and down his shaft while my feminine fingers played with his balls, acting as if this were the best tasting treat I had ever enjoyed, when inside I wanted to throw up. After teasing him with licks and kisses, I finally placed my lips over the head of his cock and slowly enveloped him in my mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head, urging me to go as deep as I could. I realized that I had no gag reflex, and although I breathed it seemed that it was unnecessary and I didn't actually need the air.

Soon I was bobbing my head up and down over the length of his thick cock, moaning like a slut and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. From his pleasured grunts and the way he stroked my hair, I was clearly doing a good job. Every time he would tense up and grab my hair, I would back off and return to gentle licks and kisses. After he cooled down a bit I would go back to deepthroating. I could feel my large breasts swaying back and forth, the fatty tissue rippling as my body bounced forward and back. The weight of them and the sensation of those large objects moving about on my chest was very distracting.

This torturous experience seemed to go on forever. It had to have been at least forty minutes since I started sucking his cock. I was just about to pull away and give his balls some kisses when he roughly grabbed my hair and forced my head down, his large erection filling my throat. I tightly sealed my lips around the base as his cock throbbed in my mouth and hot jism erupted down my throat. I gulped it down as fast as I could to keep it from overflowing out of my mouth. The taste was abhorrent but I was powerless to pull away or spit it out. Instead, I looked up at him lovingly and slurped his penis clean.

"Good girl," William praised breathlessly, dropping his hands from my head. I watched his penis deflate slightly, still on my knees.

"You may stand. And you may speak and move freely, but be respectful."

I stood, as he suggested, and awkwardly covered my breasts with my arms. I felt the cool air against my pussy as I stood, and my smooth thighs rubbing against each other with nothing between them. I glared at William as he pulled up his pants. He looked completely satisfied and relaxed.

"Sir, why are you doing this to me? Can't a regular android suck a dick? I'm a man!" My voice broke on the last word, and I started to cry. Surprisingly, real tears- or a close approximation- fell from my eyes.

"You're not a man any more," he chuckled, glancing between my thighs. "But the fact that you were once one is part of the reason you are so valuable. If a regular android was commanded to 'suck', it would do exactly that. You, on the other hand, can interpret my command with creativity. You edged me, you kissed me, you knew just the way a woman should look up at a man as she's sucking his cock."

He walked over to a sofa and sat down, his arms and legs spread out in a very relaxed posture, while I stood awkwardly by the pod with my arms over my chest and my legs bent in a vain attempt to hide what was between them.

"Now, what shall I call you?" he asked. "Rebecca? Too plain... Misty? Too slutty... Terra? I rather like that one."

"That's not my name," I sobbed.

"I could call you sugar tits if I wanted," he said harshly. "You ought to be thankful I'm even letting you speak. Now stop crying and come here, I have something for you." He reached under the coffee table and pulled out a box, which I recognized by the logo on the top as being from a very famous designer of women's clothing.

I awkwardly approached my master, and he handed the box to me. I took it with one hand, keeping the other over my chest.

"The bathroom is over there. You can take your time getting dressed, but don't make me wait forever."

In the bathroom, I finally got a chance to see myself in a mirror. I gasped when I saw how beautiful I was. I had shoulder-length auburn hair and pale skin lightly flecked with freckles. My face was feminine and lovely, but I just couldn't believe it was me. I was looking at a stranger who moved as I moved.

As I lowered my gaze in the full-length mirror, I broke down in tears again when I saw my smooth, hairless pussy. There was nothing but a void between my legs. No, worse than a void- it was a weak, defenseless hole with the sole purpose of giving pleasure to my master's cock.

I reached down to touch the little cleft between my legs where my once proud cock and heavy balls had hung, jerking back as if burned when my dainty fingers brushed against the alien organ. I would never penetrate a woman again. I would never jerk off again. Although I could not see it, I knew that my manhood had been reduced to a tiny nub hidden in folds of skin.

My tits were large but jutted forward perkily, always in my view and their heavy weight constantly reminding me of my femaleness. They swayed when I walked, and jiggled if I moved too much. I would have loved to tit fuck a girl with milkbags like these, but that would never happen again. I had no cock and these giant knockers existed only for William's pleasure.

I wanted to sit down on the toilet and cry, but a feeling of urgency came over me and I realized I must complete the task at hand. William had ordered me to get dressed and not to make him wait. I opened the box and found a full outfit of high quality clothing. Women's clothing, but at least I wouldn't have to look at this horrible body for much longer.

I pulled out a pair of cyan satin panties. Although revolted by the idea of wearing women's underwear, I put my legs through the holes and pulled the panties up until I felt the soft fabric snug against my little slit. I had always worn boxers and it was an uncomfortable sensation to have my underwear hugging me so tightly, as well as having a constant reminder of the loss of my manhood, as the fabric creased and settled against my lips.

Next, a matching bra with lace ruffles. I did not know how to put on a bra, and it took me several minutes to figure it out. Latching it behind my back was a difficult task, but I found that my artificial body was much more flexible than my human body, and I could easily reach behind myself. After a few tries I was able to latch it, and shuddered as it pushed my breasts together, creating cleavage.

I pulled out the dress, which was a light blue sundress with golden roses printed on the bottom half, and a thick belt which went under my breasts, accentuating them even further. The hem of the dress rested above my knees. This was easy to put on and it was very beautiful. I would have loved to see a girl in this outfit, just not myself. In the bottom of the box was a matching blue headband, which I wore as well.

I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothed out the dress and made sure everything was straight. I was very uncomfortable with the cleavage created by the bra, and the fact that so much of my chest was bare to see. I looked so feminine and cute in this outfit. Although I did hate it, I was lucky that William didn't prefer the slutty look.

I returned to the living room and William looked up from a laptop, smiling broadly when he saw me.

"You are gorgeous. And here, I forgot to give you this." He produced another box and opened it in front of me, pulling out heels to match my outfit. They were wood and leather sandals, with a short heel, the kind a woman might wear to the beach. I took them from him and put them on, feeling dazed. I couldn't really believe any of this was really happening to me.

"Twirl for me," he commanded, and I did so immediately, wobbling a bit on the heels. As I turned I held my hands up with my elbows drawn close to my body, and realized what a feminine gesture it was. I felt so small and fragile in front of him, and wearing a thin little sundress with a low neck was almost like being naked in front of a fully clothed man.

William nodded approvingly.

"I have a few other basics for you, and I will get more clothes eventually. But for now, this will do. If there is anything in particular that you want, let me know."

"I want to wear pants," I said quickly. "Not dresses."

"I prefer feminine women, so no. I meant that I will get you what you want, within reason. From now on, never again ask me for male clothes or accessories. If you make a request of me, it has to be appropriate for a woman. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," I responded sadly.

"Good. Now, clean up for me. I will discuss the household rules and your duties later, but right now I have some work to do. A closet with supplies is in the kitchen, and you may look around to familiarize yourself with things. Oh, and I expect you to have lunch ready by noon. Do you know how to cook?"

I looked at him with my mouth agape, still processing the idea that he expected me to clean his house like a maid. But after just a few seconds I felt compelled to answer his question.

"I can cook, but I'm no chef. I can make things like sandwiches and fried eggs."

"That's fine for now. I will install cooking skills later." He waved me away and returned to his laptop. I was still confused about what I was supposed to do, but I instinctively knew that he had dismissed me when he waved his hand. It would be wrong to interrupt him. I should look around, find the cleaning supplies, and decide what part of the condo needed to be cleaned by myself.

What a boring task. But it was something to do, and something to keep my mind off the horrible day I was having. I quickly left William and busied myself with my task.