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We were escorted to a large Villa, not far from Pintoxx Palace. Once there, they escorted me into a room, equipped with a bed, some basic shelves, a cabinet, a mirror, toilet, one chair and a small table. I was chained to the bed. At that point I started feeling some pain in my groin, which meant the anesthetic was losing its effects.
"You are better to help me in this process, and everything will be okay for both of us." Said Doctor Jiiz with a warm smile.
"I won't!" I replied with a nasty voice. "I want to go back to my wife, who needs me badly because of her pregnancy!I am sure that my country will send a task force to rescue me pretty soon."
Doctor Jiiz broke into a noisy laugh, and said:
"Number One: it is good that your wife is pregnant and you should hope everything will go through okay, since you will not be able to make your wife or any other woman pregnant again in your current life.... Number Two: Nobody would come to rescue you, because you are officially dead! You still don't get it, right?You should have wondered about the reason why one of our dead soldier was dressed up in your uniform and burned on the shore the other day. Four men composed your task force. And while the submarine was checking what was going on the beach, four soldiers were killed and roasted on the fire. There is no need to risk the life of other soldiers to put together another task force in order to rescue just the ashes of four soldiers, since nobody is alive, at least apparently. Number Three: your life is now saved. You could have died, but Pinntoxx gave special orders not to kill you. He wanted to punish you for what you were attempting to do. As a descendent of God, just killing is not enough for him.He needs to punish people for what they have done, but also redeem them. So, he decided to punish you with your same weapon: genetic modification! When our intelligence services informed him about this potential visit and its purposes, he sent me immediately for two weeks to the Mainland at Doctor Ginn's clinic, where they are specialized in gender issues and sex reassignment surgery, to learn about all the techniques. So, now it is up to you to be a good girl and help me. Once we show Pinntoxx you are a real girl and he would have humiliated you, you are going to be released and you can be my assistant in the <Purification Program>. If you do not behave the right way, we are both going to be killed and, knowing Pinntoxx, it would not be a quick and painless death.If there is no way he can redeem us in order to go to Heaven, then he will send us to Hell. But Hell would start while we are alive in front of him.He could torture us for 10 or 15 days before we die crying and begging for mercy. Now turn back honey. I am going to make you two shots: one to calm down your pain at the groin and the other one would be your first dosage of hormones. We shall start with a medium dosage, and increase it later.... You have to keep yourself in good shape, since you will have to stand a dosage of female hormones two to three times the average dose for a normal transition. It has to happen fast and well. I will have to monitor your blood with tests every couple of days to make sure you can stand the dosage."
He made me the two shots and I closed my eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
It was a dreamless sleep. When I woke up I found myself in that horrible reality again. I was being held prisoner on this island. I was officially dead, so nobody would be looking after me. What would they tell my wife? Will our baby suffer inside the mother's body when the news would be given to Martha? What would ever happen to me? Why they have to do this to me. Why they think it is not enough to keep me as a prisoner and need to change my body?Usually prisoners of war come back home as heroes after the war. Why not me? My thoughts were stopped as Doctor Jiiz entered the room.
"Oh, you are awake.Farag, could you come in, please. She is awake."
Then, while a lady came in pushing a small trolley with some equipment on it, Doctor Jiiz continued:
"Since you had quite a seriour surgery amputation made yesterday, for about one week we would not do any other important change to you. In the meantime, let me introduce Farag to you. She has been selected to help me with your reassignment, and also to train you. In the meantime, for the next several weeks she will do the electrolysis process to remove all the body hair permanently from you. Now, before she proceeds for the first session, let me have your arm. I need some of your blood to do tests and monitor the progress of the hormones and how heavy we can go with the dosage. The sooner they work, the better it would be. But we should not have big problems, since yesterday we have removed the source of your testosterone. "
For one week, we entered a standard routine: Doctor Jiiz would wake me up at seven in the morning with one shot. Then any other day would suck some of my blood for testing, then Farag would come and work on the body hair with her equipment for a couple of hours. Then some lunch, a little nap. Around three in the afternoon another shot, then Farag would spend a few hours going through books explaining me about women, their needs, their duties. Except that their "duties" were reflecting what the culture of this island was requesting: Completely submissive to their men, do the cooking, the cleaning of the house, the washing, sewing, and so on.Sex would be only at their husband's request, and to be made exactly how the man would ask, no matter what they would ask for. Then no personal freedom at all: they could go around alone only a few hours in the morning, mostly to do the shopping for food, for the house and their men, then they could get out the rest of the day only escorted by men, either the husband or any other male member of the family. It was almost impossible to see women around in the evening. While men would go around for drinking, playing cards and having fun, women would stay home, waiting for them to come back. In many cases men would come back home at dawn completely drunk and beat their wives. In other cases they would often come back home after having visited a 'Rilah', that is, a house were prostitutes would entertain men.
Farag explained me the concept of prostitution on Namila. Prostitutes are not free women. They are mostly young women who committed some crime, or went by themselves around in the afternoon or evening without a male escort. Very often they are young wives that, for some reason, their husbands have grown tired of, and request that they are judged for some stupid crimes, mostly made up. And when a woman is judged in this country, she is always found guilty, no matter what she did, because women are evil, women do not have the innocence, the purity that men have. And after a wife has been condemned to work in a 'Rilah', her husband would be free to marry another woman, and would go often back to the 'Rilah' to humiliate his ex-wife again by having sex with her!
I remember that when she explained this to me, I jumped up and cried out:
"That's a non sense. My wife is a wonderful creature, pure and innocent, just like million of women on this planet. It is more likely that we, the men, are the evil creatures on this planet."
"You are probably right. They may be the evil creatures on this planet, and we are the innocent and pure little creatures. But unfortunately men still sort of rule this planet, and the two of us must follow their rules in order not to be destroyed."
I almost wanted to jump on her and kill her, since she was referring to me as a woman, but then I stopped. She had no fault for this. She was just one of the elements of this game, and she had to move according to the written rules of Pintoxx, but she had on control on this. Maybe she was feeling some pleasure, a sense of feminine revenge by seeing this man, which for her is the icon of power, being changed into a girl, the icon of powerless. Or maybe she was just feeling pity on me?She would never mention anything about this, but her eyes looked pure and sincere to me. And her manners were sweet and caring. It is probably true: most women are angels. Most men are devils! Yes!