To Trifecta Corporation Laboratory Employees only, Work on genetic-engineering serum titled "Allure" has been completed. "Allure" has been tested and confirmed on animal subjects to produce rapid cell generation by means of DNA mutation through specific gene targeting and splicing. The agent is volatile under high heat and humidity. Human testing has been deemed controversial by federal government overseers and representatives from the Food & Drug Administration. Unfortunately whilst the super-concentrated, topical solution is a success, the project is now on indefinite closure. Trifecta Corp. remains a limited liability practitioner, and will terminate any further experiments and the possible risk of illegal acquisition by releasing said serum into the possession of the federal government as contracted. While the final product will not go into mass production, everyone employed under Trifecta Corp. under the Biochemical Engineering Division will be generously compensated for their efforts over the past 10 years. The few remaining samples will be transported to and retained in our storage facility in near-freezing temperatures. This has been a message delivered to you by Corporate Executive Officer, Curtis T. Engle.

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The silver sedan was accelerating down the sodden street, turning up water in its wake. The driver talked through his phone as he held on the gas, not cautiously covering his brake, when he suddenly started hydroplaning. A bit of commotion sounded between the driver, the passenger, and the distant person on the other end. After a few laughs and yells, the car was on its way forward.

"Ha ha, you're too funny babe!" exclaimed Sergio while turning the corner.

"All right, I guess I'll talk to you later babe, take care."

"Dude, how many times a day do you talk to chicks, man?" I said, all pissed off.

"Why you trippin' fool? Are you jealous or what?"

"No, but that's not even the point. You're gonna kill us if you keep talking on the phone while driving."

"You're a little bitch, you know that?"

"At least I don't waste my time with them..."

"Hey, don't talk shit on my girl, aight? She's gonna call me back in a bit. I wouldn't want her to hear your bullshit. I know you're family and all, but I'm gonna say this straight out."

"All right, I'm all ears then."

"I love you man and you're my cousin, but you need to figure things out. I can't just let you stay at my pad like you've been doing all along."

"Well, I've been looking for work and this guy says he can finally land me a job at the warehouse downtown."

"That's good, you need to carry your own weight. If you wanna be a real man, you need to get yourself a job, get a place, and get a girl. I've all ready killed all those birds, so what about you?"

"Well, I've tried, but, they're just not cool with me like that."

"What kind of girl are you looking for?"

"I don't know, slim, dark hair, bright eyes, and... she's gotta have a nice ass!"

"Hehehe, yeah, that sounds great and all but, if you really wanna be a player and play the game right, you have to get in their heads a little bit. Impress them a little. Don't flaunt yourself about, but be cool, you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, not everything's sexual. Just try leveling with a girl and make conversation. Connect, just talk smooth, and wear some cologne. Take her out to dinner once in a while."

"But-"

"But what? Don't make excuses boy, just results! You hear me man?"

The next ten minutes I had been mulling over what he said. Sergio was often correct in his words, despite his reckless actions and demeanor. I pussed out on all my opportunities because I had been too cautious, still just barely got my GED, stuck in my cousin's apartment, and was breaking my back just to earn minimum wage. My twenty-five year old cousin invited me to stay with him after my dad kicked me out when I turned eighteen. And it's interesting because, out of everyone I've ever known, nobody had been there for me or given me advice like he had. I guess I came up on something good huh. Maybe this was what real family was like.

Ring~ring~ring! The cacophony was immediately caressed in Sergio's right hand as he took it off the wheel. He looked at me as if he was just about to ask me something.

"Hey, babe, hold up. Cassius, there's some cigarettes in the pocket behind your seat, can you light up one for me?"

"Yeah, well I would, but you all ready have a phone in your hand."

"Just get me a damn stogie!"

"All right, suit yourself."

So I got him the cigarette and put it in his mouth and favored the guy. I lit up, too, while I was at it. He didn't like it, me smoking, but I didn't give a fuck at this point and it took away from the bite of the cold air. I just needed something to calm me down when he talked on the phone and drove like that. Something was up though, and they started arguing. I just kept looking out the window when I noticed an indiscreet van passing through the side-view mirror. The jet-black vehicle conspicuously contrasted with the street cars. It was raining, and the moment felt surreal, as if something was about to happen.

The cigarette dropped from Sergio's mouth in his commotion, cascaded down to the seat, and rolled into his lap. He started flailing as it burned a hole into his seat, pants, and flesh. The phone flew across and hit me in the face and I yelled. Cars behind us were honking. He floored it, and tried to pick up the phone on my seat. Sergio's left hand came over as his body followed his head, and had made the steering wheel veer to the right. He couldn't break. There was nothing he could do. The van inevitably came our way. The letters printed T.C.L. were the last thing I could remember seeing. And the world still turned when the cars wrecked in the rain...

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3 weeks later...

We were back at the apartment now after recuperating in the local hospital. We had to fill out a lot of paper work before being released because we didn't have insurance. Paying for the bills was something we couldn't anticipate but we were left with no choice. I learned that Sergio paid the hospital premiums to give me the utmost care while I was incapacitated and comatose for two weeks. That was nothing. That did not bother me. What did was that Sergio was now partially paralyzed in his legs as there was nerve damage in his lower back. He would lose his job. His girlfriend broke up with him when she heard the news, and he hadn't been the same since.

I claimed our remaining, undamaged possessions from the totaled car. I found most of our groceries that were in the backseat were all smashed and inedible. It was kind of funny how it still smelled like all those skanks Sergio would fuck in the back seat. Seeing the car, I kind of relived the experience of the crash. What perplexed me was that the van was nowhere to be found. We could not contact the owners of the vehicle nor get the license plate number. All traces of the other vehicle at the scene had been cleared out, covered up or something. Maybe I was right to get such eerie vibes, and maybe some things are better left unknown. I was just glad I was still alive after what had happened.

When I got home, I found Sergio half-clothed, weeping, and hysterical. He cried himself to sleep. I sat at his bedside for a while, and then proceeded to take a hot shower. It was great to finally rinse off the sleepy feeling from the coma and clean off my healing wounds. I still had on the hospital bracelet with my name and information. It said "DE LOS REYES, CASSIE." I didn't know how someone at the hospital had made that mistake, it's fucking "CASSIUS," but I guess we couldn't all be of average intelligence, the assholes.

As I observed my body, I noticed areas where there were many cuts. The doctors mentioned something about broken vials found near the passenger side, and that they must have been what cut me up so badly. It was peculiar as they burned when the water touched them, but I paid not much attention and continued to scrub off.

After around fifteen minutes, the burning sensation had escalated. It started to surge through my whole body. I turned off the shower and stumbled to the floor. This hurt my knees, but I toughed it out, got up and grabbed a towel. I managed to get some basketball shorts on and tried to wake up Sergio in my desperation.

He was alarmed, pissed, and eventually concerned as he watched me in agony. He said something about calling 911, and I screamed something like "no, we can't afford it." He pulled me to him on the bed using his well-functioning arms. I cried out like this for a long time, until I began to feel euphoric...either out of shock, or something else entirely.

I told him not to panic, and that I was feeling better. The only sensation now was that my body temperature had risen greatly and I was fevering. Sergio watched in disbelief at what began to occur. My pruned skin became oily and sweaty, my sebaceous glands in overdrive. My facial hair started to whisk off and my head hair was growing at about an inch per minute. I buckled over and lay on my back. Sergio pushed the hair out of my face. He watched, stupefied, as my eyes changed color from dark brown to emerald green. I thought my skin jaundiced or something as it turned from light-skinned to radiant-tan. My eyebrows shifted position and became arched and curved. The cartilage began reforming my nose into that of a smaller, softer shape. My lips became fuller and pouted outward.

He couldn't believe it. He could only say that I started to resemble a girl! I feared for the worst as I was undergoing some undeniable transformation. I still felt a slight body-high, and my nipples became erect. The flesh underneath started to accumulate fat and tissue. They rounded out and stood unmistakably as aroused, female breasts. I blushed, and proceeded to touch them. They felt so tender and yet supple. I looked up a little at my androgynous frame and at that conscious note, my bones fractured, reshaped, and resized to make my ribs, arms, and legs smaller. It was painful, but it came to pass. My hips had become wide, and that was a shock. My hands, fingers, feet, and toes had all become dainty. Fat shifted from my stomach and torso to my hips, thighs, calves, and oh my gosh...

My heart-shaped, jiggling ass bounced around as I got up and walked to look in the mirror at this, this, chick...pulled down my shorts, and my limp dick and balls started to recede and pull upward into my body. The moisture and sweat made this area hard to get a grip on as I tried to pull back to no effect. It hurt too much anyways. I stopped fighting it. We watched as the last inch of shaft slid up. The head of my former penis had shrunken down into a definite clitoris, and the residual membrane of my balls formed flower-like folds to this new opening. Fat contoured the area and made between my legs a beautiful, luscious, puffy pussy. I was caught worlds aback at the sight of this girl, this woman, this female that I had become. I touched my face, ran my feminine fingers through my hair, down my moist body across my C-cup boobs, hard nipples, wide, curvy hips, thick, lovely ass, and finally, with the tears streaming down my cheeks...me confused, shocked, and emotional as hell... took my middle finger down to-

Sergio grabbed me and threw me on the bed, immediately started to take off his boxers, revealing his hard, seven-and-a-half inch cock. (I immediately thought...so that's how he was so popular with the ladies.) He pushed me down on my back and got in a mount position.

"You know what's gonna happen now right Cassius," he said arrogantly as he examined the medical tag wristband on my left arm, "or should I should I say Cassie? Yeah, that sounds like a good name for a bitch like you!"

"What the fuck?!" I said, immediately freaked out by the soprano voice that came out, "Are you gonna fuck me or something?! Dude, just let me go! I'm not some girl you can just play around with-"

"Nah, you're just pussy as far as I'm concerned!"

"Sure I have a pussy on the outside, but I'm still a guy on the inside!"

"You're just ass, now don't get lippy ho!"

I tried to move, to fight him off, but I was too weak now in this girl body, and still sore everywhere. He could still move pretty well despite being slightly paraplegic, much to my demise. He used his arms to hold my legs down, and I couldn't fight back using my own. I gazed in horror as his head proceeded to drop towards my groin. The tongue lashed out at my wet lips and clit. I couldn't believe it...he wanted to use foreplay so he could get his dick inside me...what the fuck!

His slimy tongue grazing my pussy stimulated so many nerves that the pleasure equaled the disgust. He then crawled up me, subdued my arms and legs with his body. I thought I could spit at him, but that would just piss him off and he would ground & pound. I looked up at his face mad and lost, hopeless.

I awaited the moment. He started sucking on my tits, they tingled and swelled with sensation. He doubled back, and then inched the seven-inch cock into my sex. I could feel it sliding inward into my body, my vagina naturally sucking it in. Before I knew it, he began to thrust, and I was lost. I was overcome with the feeling of my first orgasm, then my second, and my third. I squirted all over the place like his washed-up ex-girlfriends, and started to cry...

I was once Sergio's cousin, like a kid-brother to him... but I'm nothing more than a trophy now, something to sit and look pretty. He buys make-up and nail polish for me to wear, which is awkward, roleplaying as a sissy bitch. I have the mind of a man, damnit. He makes me wear and use some of his old girlfriend's clothes and things; prancing around the apartment in push-up bras, lacey thongs, booty shorts, black leggings, etc. Sometimes he pushes lubed anal-beads into my ass or duct-tapes a vibrator to my clit when I'm asleep. He already pierced my navel and put this belly-button ring on me. I still refuse to forget who I was and the dignity I held. He doesn't try to fuck me anymore, but no matter what he still finds ways to humiliate me, and I can't do anything about it. I can't even escape, I have no legal identity now, and he gets the pension to buy us food. He put my Social Security card through a paper-shredder and I look just like all the other illegal Latin princesses. One day I'll find a way... If I can no longer be like an aspiring brother, than at least I would like a chance to be a good sister and help the most pitiful man I've ever known to recover his sanity...