The Experiment ~ 1

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What would you do if you got a text that promised you a hundred thousand dollars if you signed up to be the subject in a research project?

Cindy and Raymond are contacted in this chapter. Is the text real?


The Experiment ~ Part 1


“Honey, did you get this advertisement? I got it sent to me in a text…I wonder if it is legit,” my wife looks at me and hands me her phone. I take it and read what looks like pure spam to me…

RESEARCH OPPORTUNITY:
Healthy married, heterosexual males between 18 and 21 are eligible to sign up for a research project and make up to $100,000.00, if accepted and follow through with the entire project. Respond to this text with ‘interested’ to learn more.

I look at my wife, Cindy, and say, “That looks like some sort of spam to me…it will probably put some sort of virus on your phone if you respond.” She shakes her head and says, “No, that is if you click on a link or download an attachment. The worst that can happen if I respond is let them know that the number is valid and get put on some ‘active’ spam list… I don’t know why it came to me, since I am female, though, but it can’t hurt to find out more for you, right?”

I shake my head and say, “I don’t think anything good will come of it, but it is your phone…and account. Do whatever you think is right…” I watch as she responds with ‘interested’ and…nothing happens. We both laugh and go out to our favorite restaurant for supper. We just finish up and are leaving when Cindy’s phone rings…

She answers, even though she does not know the number; she drives me crazy that way… “Hello, this is Cindy, who is this,” she asks. She is silent as someone on the other end speaks to her. She says, “Yes, I am married…to Raymond. How did you…?” She falls silent for a bit while the other person speaks, then says, “I see. Well, yes…that sounds…interesting… I will have to discuss it with my husband…” There is more talk from the other end, then Cindy says, “OK. I will have a decision ready in an hour when you call back…sure…” And she hangs up.

I look at her and she pulls me back into the restaurant and to a secluded table in the bar. She orders me another beer and a wine for herself. Once we are served, she looks at me and says, “The project is legitimate. At least I am pretty sure it is. I can’t see any angle at this point that would lead me to believe otherwise. They sent me the text because it is imperative that I am OK with it, too… Go figure; I guess we will find out more later—if we decide to accept the offer.”

I take a sip of the beer; I am actually fairly full from supper. I look at her and say, “I still think this is crazy! We don’t know anything about this…they may be luring into some trap to brutally murder us and steal our organs, for all I know…or sell us into slavery…or…” Cindy holds up her hands and laughs as she says, “OK, OK…I get it! You are uncomfortable with this. All I am saying is that it can’t hurt to listen to the details of their offer…”

An hour later her phone rings. She looks at me and I nod, still REALLY uncomfortable with this—but she has worn me down. She answers the call and listens a few seconds and says, “We are at Gregory’s at 44th and Brandert… OK, we will wait.” She hangs up and says, “They will be here in ten minutes to talk to us…”


Ten minutes later, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde woman walks into the bar with a very pretty red-head young lady. They see us and walk right over—like they know it is us. The blonde says, “Cindy? Raymond? I am Dr. Crick and this is Angela, my assistant. May we sit?” Cindy nods and I just stare. Ashley, our waitress takes their order and, once they are served, Dr. Crick says, “I know you have tons of questions. Let me start by saying that this is a legitimate experimental project. We are government funded and have lots of private donors. It is a genetics experiment—to find out more about the human genome. The reimbursement offer of up to $100,000.00 is legitimate—and will be paid out over about a year IF you follow through with the whole experiment. You can obviously quit at any time, but then you forfeit the corresponding portion of that money. The subject must be a male for this experiment. We prefer a young, healthy male for obvious genetic reasons. We targeted a married male in a heterosexual relationship, because, typically, the woman in the relationship sees more light into the prospects of the end-game. Also, we know that young, married couples generally can use the money—so, between the two, there is a greater chance that the subject will see the experiment through to the end. Our demographic research identified you as a prime candidate couple, hence the offer.”

She sits back and takes a sip of the whiskey that she ordered. All of a sudden, that whiskey sounds really good and I signal Ashley for one for me… Cindy is already hooked, I can tell. She is asking a million questions when Ashley brings my whiskey. Dr. Crick answers a few, “Well, we are researching aspects of the X-chromosome. As you may know, the Y-chromosome, the one makes a male, well male, is basically a ‘broken’ X-chromosome. In the experiment, we basically ‘fix’ the broken chromosome—and attempt to induce it to express itself, piece by piece. This means that the male subject may exhibit more and more…female characteristics…as the experiment goes on. That is why we want the wife to be completely on-board with this, as well as the subject. And, before you ask, we will test to make sure that you are not transgendered, Raymond. If you are, you will not be eligible. We don’t want someone that desires to be a woman. Our contracts are pretty air-tight, but we don’t want a law-suit filed because the experiment did not result in feminization. There is a pretty large chance that it won’t… It is easier to write the contract to bar a law-suit for things that exhibit themselves than those that don’t… I am afraid that is how our lawyers insist we do it…”

I take a large gulp of the whiskey. Cindy is not scared off yet. I start to sweat a bit, knowing she is going to push me to accept the offer… Easy for her to say—she won’t be the guinea pig; but a hundred grand is nothing to sneeze at… I sigh and say, “You say there is a ‘large’ chance there won’t be any…female developments…can you talk about that a bit more?” She nods and says, “Well, assuming the splice takes, you will be genetically female after the first step of the process—after we fix your Y-chromosome and make it an X. That is actually not that difficult. The hard part is to get the gene to express itself in the manner we need. Over time, you would start showing some signs of your new genetic makeup, but you would not ‘turn into a woman’, since you have already developed as a male… The later stages of the experiment would be to ‘turn back the clock’, so to speak, on some of your male characteristics and get the female ones to exhibit. There is about a 90% chance that it won’t work on you at this stage…”

I take another gulp of the whiskey and signal Ashley to bring another…I signal that it should be a double… I look at the doctor and say, “I am not saying that I am agreeing to anything, although I guess you pegged Cindy’s reaction correctly, she wants me to, I can tell. Anyway, assuming I do say ‘yes’, and nothing exhibits itself—I still get the money?” She nods and says, “Well, you both get the money… You have to both sign the agreement. But, yes, at this stage we can still learn as much by something not happening as we can if it does…”


Despite the copious amounts of whiskey that I had imbibed the night before, I barely sleep. Cindy is all for ‘us’ signing the contract. She spent hours telling me how much she wouldn’t care if I looked a little feminine. The more she talked about it and the more I thought about the odds of nothing happening, the more convinced I became. I have never really been a betting man—but when I did bet on something, I never won anything…even when the odds were much better than these…

I finally get up. It is 4:30 a.m. and there is just no hope of sleeping. Cindy is peacefully asleep; I look over at our wedding picture on her nightstand. Dr. Crick’s research had been right. We have been married a little less than a year and we need the money…neither of us went to college and the jobs we do have are not the best. I pick up my phone and send a text to the number that Angela had given me. I simply say, “OK.”

My phone rings almost instantly. I jump and almost drop it before I answer. It is Angela, she gives me the details of where to come for ‘some tests’—they will need us both…

At eight thirty, after we both call in sick (Dr. Crick said she would give us a statement), I park the car in the visitor’s parking lot of a huge complex. We go in and let the receptionist know who we are. She has us sign in and gives a visitor’s badge, then has us escorted to a conference room in a laboratory building across the complex. Dr. Crick and Angela are there waiting for us.

Angela draws a ton of blood from both of us. Then she has us go the restroom with several cups. We are to both give a urine sample. I am to also give them a semen sample… It doesn’t take Cindy long to have me filling the cup—in spite of me being really nervous at all of this…

After handing in the cups, Angela has me sit in front of a computer to take some ‘psych’ tests. There are all kinds of questions about my preferences, math skills, spatial recognition—just a bunch of weird stuff…

At ten o’clock, we are all gathered back in the conference room and Dr. Crick smiles at us and says, “Congratulations, you are a fully eligible couple. Should we go over the final details and get the contract signed?” Cindy nods enthusiastically. I take a deep breath and say, “Ummm…sure; I guess. We have come this far…” Dr. Crick nods and says, “First, the blood and urine samples show that you are both healthy, which is great. Your semen sample, Raymond, is also AOK.” She looks at some more papers and then at me and says, “Your psych evals also came out fine for our purposes. It seems that, in actuality, you meet the definition of ‘feminine male’. This is good for you. That means that if you do wind up with some…female genetic expression…it won’t be so tough on you as if you were a hard and fast ‘definite male’….”

My head is swimming. I have no idea what all of that means… Oh well—NOTHING is going to happen, so it will be OK! I just nod, like I know what she is talking about… Cindy giggles and says, “I always thought you had a strong feminine side…you are so…thoughtful…not at all like some of the guys I used to date…” I roll my eyes at her and Dr. Crick says, “So, here is the contract. Do you want to have a lawyer look it over? I can explain anything you want. It basically outlines the payment terms we have already discussed. It also outlines that you understand that the experiment can result in…changes…to your body, Raymond—and that neither of you can sue us for more money because of those…”

Cindy just reaches over and grabs the pen and signs. She hands it to me. I at least act like I glance through the contract. I have NO idea what ANY of this legalese means… I sigh…and sign my name. Another girl had come in the room as we signed; she notarizes the contract and Dr. Crick says, “OK, shall we get started right away, then?”

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Gonna be watching this one,

to see if it falls into the formulaic "guy becomes girl, wife deserts him/her, researchers sell the new girl to some slavers. I hope it doesn't do that, so I will wait to see.

Hopefully,
Catherine Linda Michel

As a T-woman, I do have a Y chromosome... it's just in cursive, pink script. Y_0.jpg

NOPE!

I can promise it won't fall into that category! :)

HUGS,
Shauna

That actually exists? I know

That actually exists? I know why I keep away from femdom stories and similar stuff... but ugh.

Anyway, this sounds potentially interesting. Well, it depends on the follow up.

More than you think...

But that was not even CLOSE to anywhere in my mind when I came up with this... :D

I hope I won't disappoint on the follow-up!

Hugs

Excellant! Then I promise

that I will enjoy where you go with this. Thank you for writing and sharing with us.

Catherine Linda Michel

As a T-woman, I do have a Y chromosome... it's just in cursive, pink script. Y_0.jpg

My pleasure!

I hope I won't disappoint! :)

this is going to be

this is going to be interesting, as my own life follows a similar pattern. Will be interesting to see where you go with it.

I hope...

I go somewhere you like. :D

Hugs!

why no trans subjects?

seems like that would be the obvious subjects for an experiment, unless the idea is to FORCE a non trans male to be more feminine causing the kind of trauma that those of us who were forced to be less feminine than our natures are familiar with ...

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Well...

...the fun of writing this story is exactly that.. Dealing with the conflict of being something you are not... I know it was kind of lame using the 'legal' card...but it was about the best I could come up with...that was semi-realistic (you know those legal departments) ;)

Hugs!

Heh!

It was one experiments!

I hope you like the ending! *Giggle*

HUGS!
S