Lockout/Tagout
Added 2025-07-01 16:04:57 +0000 UTCWhen the feminizer cycle finished, the convict refused to leave the chamber and I had to subdue her for transport to reeducation. I dropped my phone in the struggle and had to go back it.
Chet didn’t know it was me, just saw another warm body in the pod and hit start! The process cannot be aborted, the chamber filled with a cloud of nanoparticles, and I felt like I was literally melting as my body lost it’s cohesion and reshaped! I shrunk, my pecs dropped into breasts, my cock retreated up into my body, and as I solidified, I could still feel organs slithering around in my belly while a uterus formed and my testicles slid through it into place to become ovaries.
I’m half my original weight, the excess biomass, my manhood, washed down the drain and gone forever. The only female clothes we had that fit were intended for convicts headed to slave processing, so this is as modest as it gets. I was lucky to find jeans.
Management says it’s my fault for not following lockout/tagout, they gave me the rest of the week off unpaid, put a reprimand in my file and expect me back on shift Monday morning. I guess they intend to fight any workers comp claims.
Luckily Kitty had experimented in college, and is willing to give the “lesbian thing” another try, so my marriage might survive all this. She is on her way to pick me up now. Other than that, my day sucked.
