Once upon a time, Glen had gone to war. In that war he saw many horrible things. He learned to do many horrible things.
At last, the war ended, and he came home, alone. Alone was easier. One night, after drinking alone, he stumbled and fell.
When he awoke, he was strapped to a table in a laboratory. From that table he was forced to witness as his body was changed. His shoulders narrowed, his hips flared, he grew tits and his cock disappeared between labia folds. Inside he could feel organs shifting. He never screamed, or begged or pleaded for mercy. He just watched the masculinity melt away. When the changes were done, they called her Gina.
Gina remained passive when they took her to a van. She was to be shipped overseas and sold. She remained silent until she saw a town through the van’s windows. Then she struck.
She had learned to do many horrible things. The guards and the driver were dead in seconds and Gina found a sporting good store to collect the supplies she needed. Before returning to the lab.
Glen needed revenge, but Gina was thankful. After this last masculine act, Gina was done taking life. She hoped the shifting organs she felt meant her change was complete. She hoped that, as a mother, she could replace some of the lives she had taken.