Drew appeared to be a normal teenager, he was on the shorter side, a little on the skinny side, but he was cute and funny, he also had a deep secret, one that he’d never told anyone. From an early age, Drew knew that he had been born in the wrong body, he knew that he should have been female. He was ashamed of this secret so did everything he could to hide it. He played lacrosse, and was pretty good at it, he would hang out with the guys, he would watch sports on TV, he would drink beer. He’d had several girlfriends too, though, for him, it wasn’t about the sex, as much as he enjoyed it, for him it was a chance to study the girl, to learn from them, learn about their mannerisms, their habits, and their bodies. When he was with a girl he would take his time, kissing and stroking all over their bodies, taking in every inch. The girl would think he was being a generous lover, but the reality was, it was all for him. He wanted to take the opportunity to inspect their breasts, learning about their size and shape so that he could find the perfect breasts for him. He would inspect their vulva and their labia so that he could make sure he got the perfect pussy. He’d always make sure they had an orgasm first so that he could learn how to orgasm like a girl. Later, in the privacy of his bedroom, he would practise what he had learnt, making sure that, when he was finally ready, he would be the perfect girl. He enjoyed having a sister only 11 months younger than him, it meant he could study her and learn from her, watching as she grew and developed. He’d kept a box of girl’s clothes and lingerie under his bed, which he would wear whenever he had the house to himself, loving how the soft material felt against his skin and how he looked in the. Drew had started taking estrogen hormone therapy when he was just 16, he got them off the internet from a Dr in Mexico. Almost 2 years into their use, Drew had pretty much stopped growing any facial and chest hair, his voice had stopped getting deeper, his body had changed shape and he had budding, B cup breasts, which he was delighted with, he was glad he had started take the estrogen during puberty, as it meant he stopped his body maturing into a man early enough. Each night he would cup and massage his new breasts, before circling his tender nipples and areolae with his finger while he masturbated, making him cum hard. He’d had to take steps to hide his changes though, like wearing baggier clothes, he had taken to bandaging his chest to hide his breasts, and only having sex with a top on. He’d always kept his sandy blonde hair shoulder length, his Mum had always called it his ‘surfer dude’ hair, everyone had thought he was doing it to be cool, but it was the only girly thing he could do openly. On the evening of his 18th birthday, Drew had a bath, shaved his legs and underarms smooth, his pubic area was already permanently smooth and hairless from the electrolysis therapy he’d been having. After drying off, he bandaged his chest, got dressed and joined his family and friends for his party. He made sure he saw and spoke to everyone there as he knew that after tonight, he would never see them again. Just after midnight he took his girlfriend, Emily, behind the building, started kissing her, slid her dress up to her waist, slid her thong to one side and had sex with her up against the wall, he’d taken a viagra earlier in the night as the estrogen therapy had affected his erections. It was the most frenzied sex he’d ever had, she came hard, surprised by the whole thing, but also, clearly enjoying it. As Drew shot his semen deep inside her, he knew that would be the last time he would ever ejaculate. After the party had finished he headed home with his family and went to bed. The next day was Sunday, he spent it lazily, watching TV and playing games in between eating meals with his family. He went to bed early after kissing both his parents good night, he was both nervous and excited for the next day.

In the morning Drew packed a few essentials in his school back, including his passport and a change of clothes, he then headed to school so that his family would think everything was normal. As he left his home in Highland Park, Illinois, he had a pang of guilt and sadness that he would never see his family again, he was ready to start a new life in LA, but first, he had something important to do. He got the bus to the mall and headed to the bank where he withdrew the contents of his trust fund that had matured on his 18th birthday. The bank manager had tried to convince him to re-invest it, but Drew was firm and told her that he already had plans for it. Once he’d left the bank he headed to a lady’s washroom, once locked inside he undressed, took the clothes from his bag, slid on the ivory coloured lacy thong and 34b bra that he loved to wear and felt so good against his skin, he made sure to tuck his cock away properly, though the estrogen had pretty much wiped out the ability to get random erections. Once he had his lingerie on, he put on a light blue, short, summer dress, one that was tight around his chest to accentuate his breasts, then flared out from his waist to hide any unfortunate bulges. Drew spent some time putting on some makeup, before braiding his hair on one side and putting it in a ponytail, he finished off his outfit with a pair of black heeled ankle boots, then looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased with the results, you had to look hard to see that he wasn’t a girl. Drew gathered up his clothes, put them in the trash can, picked up his backpack, took a deep breath, and, for the first time in public, headed out of the bathroom dressed as a girl. As he headed through the mall he noticed a few guys turning their heads as he passed them, he even got whistled at by a construction worker, which lifted his confidence. Once outside he headed to the station and got the Metra to Chicago, he found a seat in a relatively quiet coach, stowed his bag in the rack, put in his AirPods and got comfortable. He saw a few guys sneak a look at him during the journey and wondered if this is what it was like all the time for girls, or whether they could tell he was trans. The train arrived at Ogilvie just under an hour after leaving Highland Park, Drew left the train, headed out of the station and made the short walk to Clarke/Lake station where he boarded the Blue Line train to O’Hare Airport. Once at O’Hare he nervously bought a ticket and checked in using his new passport in his new name, Parker Louise Smith, he was glad when the lady at the check-in desk smiled at him and addressed him as Parker, seemingly not questioning him at all. He easily made his way through security, got himself a drink and some snacks then found a seat to wait for his flight to Juarez, Mexico via Mexico City. Once on board his flight he found his seat, unfortunately, the only seats available had been middle seats and he was dismayed to find a large, older guy in the window seat, and a younger guy wearing a suit in the aisle. The guy in the suit seemed to deliberately make it difficult for Drew to get into his seat, as though he wanted to make an 18-year-old girl have to get close to him as she climbed over him. During the flight, the older guy just slept and snored, but the younger guy was drinking a lot and kept leaning closer and closer to Drew while repeatedly touching his thigh and making it seem accidental. ‘If only he knew my secret,’ Drew thought while smiling to himself. He was glad when they finally landed in Mexico City and overjoyed when he found the flight to Juarez was almost empty and he had the row to himself.

Once in Juarez, Drew headed into the arrivals area where he found a man standing there with a sign saying ‘Parker Smith.’

‘Hi, I’m Parker.’ He said smiling at the man who glanced him up and down, lingering a little too long on his long legs and short dress, then started heading out of the airport. The driver lead him to a black Ford Excursion, he opened the door and let Drew get in, then shut the door and got into the driver’s seat. The journey took just over an hour and as they pulled up outside the clinic Drew felt nervous, it wasn’t at all as he had imagined, this looked like a run-down hotel, not a clinic specializing in gender reaffirming surgery, but it was too late now. Drew got out of the car, picked up his bag and headed inside where he was no more reassured. A lady met him at reception and asked him his name in Spanish, Drew was glad he spoke almost fluent Spanish so was able to converse with the lady. He gave her all his details, handed over his new passport, then paid in cash. The lady then showed him to a room, told him to make himself comfortable and that the Dr would come to see him shortly. Drew walked around the small room, it looked like a small but dirty hospital room, with a hospital bed in the middle, an armchair next to it, with a few, mismatched cupboards attached to the wall. Drew took a seat in the chair and waited. It was almost an hour before the Dr arrived, he was polite but seemed to be in a hurry. He had Drew undress then examined his body, paying particular attention to his breasts and cock. Once he was done he let Drew get dressed then asked a few questions about how long Drew had been taking estrogen therapy and how he’d removed his pubic hair. Drew explained and the Dr seemed satisfied with the answers, they then spoke at length about exactly what Drew wanted. Drew confirmed he was there for a male to female gender reassignment surgery, then excitedly explained exactly what he wanted, including showing some photos, the Dr took the photos, added them to his file and told Drew that the surgery would happen first thing in the morning before heading out of the room.

Drew could hardly sleep that night from nerves and excitement, in the morning he showered as instructed using the sterile scrub provided, after drying he put on the hospital gown and nervously sat in the chair waiting. His heart skipped a beat as a nurse arrived and had Drew follow her to the operating room, where she had him lay down on the table. Shortly afterwards the Dr and an anesthesiologist came in and, after introducing themselves and checking a few things with Drew, they sedated him. Drew felt his eyes and body getting heavy as the drugs took effect before finally, the world went black. The Dr removed Drew’s gown then had a good look at his body before starting the surgery. The Dr decided he would start on the young boy’s limbs first, as once the legs were gone, it would be easier to work on his genitals. The Dr amputated each arm, disarticulating each of them at his shoulders before closing them up, creating 2 neat shoulder stumps. He then moved down to Drew’s legs, disarticulating each of them at the hips, again closing up the wounds to create perfect hip stumps. The Dr then added the breast implants, enlarging her breasts from their current perky B cup to a large, firm double D. He then started work to create a new, perfect vulva, vagina and clitoris from Drew’s large cock. Once he was happy he had created the perfect quadruple amputee with perfect breasts, vulva and vagina, he removed her vocal cords, then had Parker moved over onto a hospital bed and taken back to her room. He then cleaned up, stripped off his gown and returned to his office, once inside he closed the door, sat down and sent a text saying ‘She’s complete, she will be available for delivery in 10-12 weeks,’ before logging onto his computer and writing reports.

Parker was kept sedated for a few days, when she started to wake her eyes squinted against the light. As her head started to clear she found she was sitting semi-upright in bed. Still squinting, she looked around the room, at first confused about where she was, but, as her head cleared further, she smiled as she remembered where she was and what she’d come for, she knew she was now in the right body. She smiled more as she thought about her new breasts and vagina. She started to slide her hands down between her legs to feel her new genitals through the dressings she assumed were covering them. She found it weird when her arms didn’t appear to respond to her, she thought it must be to do with the sedation, so tried to yawn and stretch. Again, she thought it was strange that her arms didn’t appear to respond and that no sound came out of her mouth when she yawned. Parker shook her head to try and clear it properly before trying to sit forward, when that didn’t work she opened her eyes properly, took a few moments to allow them to adjust to the light, then looked down at her body. She was confused and scared as she looked down, it appeared as though the bedsheet dropped away where her legs should be and that her shoulders looked a lot narrower than usual, she also noticed her breasts seemed much larger than expected. She tried to call out but was dismayed to find that no sound came out of her mouth, she tried to cough to clear her throat before calling out again, but still, nothing happened. She could feel a terror starting to rise within her. She rested her head back onto the pillow, closed her eyes and took some deep breaths, she realized she was panicking over nothing, that this must all be some drug-induced hallucination and that everything was going to be fine. With her eyes closed, she again tried to move her arms and legs, but still, nothing happened, causing the panic to start to rise again, she tried wiggling her body and was glad when that seemed to respond to her, but it also scared her further as it meant that this may not be drug-induced. She tried to roll herself over, she could feel her torso moving a little, but it was as though her limbs were not there, they wouldn’t respond or cooperate. She eventually gave up, laid her head back and waited, realizing there was nothing else she could do. It was sometime later, though Parker had no idea how long as she had no way of gauging time, when the Dr walked into her room.

‘Hello Parker, I see you’re awake, I’m guessing you’re wondering what I’ve done to you?’ He said in Spanish, Parker tried to speak but still found she couldn’t, so nodded her head, as her big blue eyes told the Dr how scared she was. ‘Well, you silly kids that are embarrassed to tell your family that you were born the wrong gender, come here to get their operations done in secret, giving us a perfect supply of willing volunteers.’ He said as he pulled the sheet off Parker, revealing her naked body, bandaged breasts and bandaged missing limbs. ‘You see, you’ve been made to order, I’ve taken your voice so you will never be able to speak again, I’ve given you big breasts and a perfect pussy with a big clit, and I’ve taken all 4 of your limbs, creating the perfect sex toy. In 10-12 weeks when you’ve recovered, I’ll deliver you to your new owners for you to live out your life satisfying people’s darkest fantasies and there is nothing you can do about it, so get used to it.’ He sneered. Parker felt sick, her head span, her whole world was falling apart, she realized she’d made a massive mistake and now her life was fucked, this was it now, a useless, limbless torso, designed for sex and nothing else. The Dr turned and walked out of the room leaving Parker naked on the bed, as she looked at her now limbless torso she started crying, this was not how she had imagined this moment. She realized she would never be able to touch, rub and give herself pleasure from her new genitals, never be able to rub her new clit or finger her new vagina, never rub her new breasts or fondle her nipples, never scream out during orgasm, never feel a man between her thighs, she had destroyed her young life.

Over the next few days, a nurse would come into Parker’s room several times a day, they would wash her, empty her catheter bag, feed her a protein shake, as they were only giving her a liquid diet, then leave. Parker just lay there either sleeping or looking at the walls as there was nothing else to do, other than imagining what her future held, which wasn’t good. A week after her surgery the Dr came in and started removing her dressings, she winced from the pain caused as he removed the packing from inside her vagina. He examined her sutures, nodded his head and left leaving Parker completely naked on the bed. Parker looked down at her now fully naked torso, she could see that her arms were completely gone, nothing left below her shoulders, there were neat scars along each stump. Her breasts were so much bigger and firmer than she had wanted, they looked huge as they stuck out from her slim chest. She couldn’t see her genitals and leg stumps beyond her breasts, but she knew she had no movement in her legs so imagined there was nothing left below her hips. The daily ritual continued, the nurse would come in, wash her, empty her catheter bag and feed her, they would also insert a dilator into Parker’s vagina, leave it there for 20 minutes, then remove it, the first time she cried as it hurt so much, but she soon got used to it. Every few weeks the nurse would start using a larger dilator which would hurt all over again. Parker just wanted to die but could do nothing about it.

11 weeks after her surgery the Dr came into Parker’s room and woke her up, removed her catheter, examined each of her stumps and was happy that, as he’d had time and was able to use skin grafts from her perfectly healthy, amputated limbs, the scarring was minimal and her stumps were all a perfect, symmetrical shape. He then examined her breasts, they were pert and firm with a little bounce and good pliability, the little scars underneath were minimal and had healed well. Finally, he examined her genitals, her outer labia were a perfect shape, symmetrical with minimal scarring, they hid her inner labia perfectly, they too were perfectly symmetrical. He then took a speculum, covered it in lube and slid it into Parker’s vagina making her shiver, she no longer attempted to make any noise as she knew it was futile. He was pleased to find that her vagina looked healthy, was a light pink colour and was self-lubricating. He slid the speculum from her and finally, he examined her clitoris, which was light pink and nicely hidden by her clitoral hood, when he ran his finger across her clitoris it sprang from its hood making Peyton take a sharp breath in and shiver again. As he continued stimulating her clitoris it grew further, eventually standing almost 3 centimetres proud of its hood, it was almost equally as thick and looked like a small, circumcised penis. The Dr then took some surgical tools from a nearby tray and started creating Parker a new hymen. Parker winced in pain as the surgeon worked, having no idea what he was doing, she leaned her head back, closed her eyes and tried to imagine she was somewhere else. Once the Dr was done, he placed the surgical tools back on the tray, took off his gloves and examined his handwork, impressed with the results, he felt Parker was his best work yet, almost indistinguishable from someone who had been born a girl.

A week later the Dr walked into the room, wheeling in a wooden box on a trolley, he looked the still naked Parker over, then picked her up and placed her in the box, her little body fit perfectly inside. Attached to the side of the box, to the left of her head, was a water bottle with a metal straw attached, the kind you get in a hamster cage, Parker realized that this probably meant that she would be in the box for some time. He filled the spaces around her head and torso with polystyrene packing peanuts, placed the lid on top, plunging her into darkness, then hammered the lid into place, making Parker jump with each bang. The Dr then wheeled the box out of the clinic and lifted it over into a small, dark-coloured Ford Transit Connect van, he then jumped in and started driving. Parker could feel the van moving around as it drove along the twisting lanes before getting onto the highway where she felt the vehicle move at a more steady speed. The drive took nearly 2 hours, the Dr pulled into the remote parking lot and stopped alongside a black Suburban and a white Sprinter van. He got out and walked over to the Suburban, as he got close the rear window opened revealing a well-dressed man smoking a cigar.

‘I have your delivery.’ The Dr said in Spanish. The man didn’t respond, he just signalled to the driver who got out, walked around the car and opened the door, the man then stepped out of the car, took a long drag of the cigar before dropping it onto the floor and extinguishing it with his foot.

‘Let me see.’ The man said gesturing towards the doctor’s van. They walked around the side of the small van where the Dr opened the sliding door, took a crowbar from inside and prized open the box revealing the naked Parker who squinted with the light. The man leaned close and examined Parker, admiring her shoulders that curved out from her neck, before changing direction early, leaving her with 2 fleshy mounds sticking out, before curving down into her chest and onto her waist before curving out to her hips, which then abruptly ended and turned inwards across 2 soft, fleshy mounds, almost straight across to meet at her pussy. He ran his hand over every inch of her body, lingering over each of her breasts and her pussy before massaging her large clitoris. ‘Hmm, she looks good, tell me about her.’

‘Thank you, her passport says her name in Parker and that she’s 18, American, but I have no idea from which state. She started estrogen therapy young, so stopped puberty and her body maturing and developing its male characteristics too far, so she was a pretty good blank canvas, she had those androgynous looks that so many American teens have nowadays. Both arms were disarticulated at her shoulders, she should have a little movement in them, like being able to shrug, but not much. Her vocal cords were removed, not only leaving her mute but should also reduce her gag reflex. Both breasts have been augmented and enlarged to a double D using state-of-the-art implants so that they don’t look fake like old implants did. I performed a classic hip-disarticulation of both her legs, removing not just her legs, but also the head of the femur, I also removed the bottom of the ischium, the very bottom of the pelvis, which means her symphysis pubis, the bone around her vagina, is the lowest part of her now. This means she has no movement at all and will find sitting unaided for any period of time, difficult, but it also means that she has nice, soft, cushioning stumps and that it should be easy to get deep inside her vagina.’

‘Hmm, very good. Tell me more about her pussy.’ The man asked.

‘Well, she had a nice, big, thick cock, so I was able to give her a big clitoris, at first she probably won’t orgasm, in fact, it may hurt as her body won’t know what to do with the sensations, but as the nerves heal and reconnect and her body learns what to do, I hope it will be very sensitive and give her intense orgasms. She does still have her prostate, it’s far too complicated to remove, with a high risk of serious bleeding, so she should orgasm from anal sex. I was also able to give her a nice, long vagina, which, along with the shape of her pelvis, will make it easier for a guy to get good depth. I used a section of her colon so that her vagina will be self-lubricating, which should remove the need to use lubricants for normal sex, though there’s always a place for them.’ He said with a little giggle.

‘Yes, yes, though some more extreme activities will need it.’ The man said laughing as he patted the Dr on the back.

‘Finally, I created a hymen the other day, so she can be advertised as a virgin.’

‘Well done, great job.’ The man said patting the Dr on the back again. ‘You always do such amazing work.’

‘Thank you.’ The Dr replied. Parker had listened as the 2 men talked about her as though she were a car that had been restored, that one man was selling to the other, but her ears pricked up at the man’s last comment, she realized that she wasn’t the first person he had done this too.

‘May I?’ The man said gesturing towards Parker.

‘Of course, she’s all yours.’ The Dr replied. The man reached into the box and picked up the quadruple amputee and started inspecting her, turning her this way and that, looking at her closely, lastly he turned her upside down and inspected her pussy.

‘How long do the stitches need to stay in her hymen?’ He said nodding at her pussy.

‘They’re dissolvable, should be gone in 10 days.’

‘Great.’ He said placing Parker back in the box before nodding at the Sprinter van, out of which 2 men climbed out, came over, rearranged Parker and the packing peanuts, replaced the lid plunging the girl back into darkness, then nailed the lid back on before carrying the box over to the Sprinter van, putting it into the back, closing the door, getting in and driving off, leaving Parker laying in the box, sobbing and terrified. The man walked over to his Mercedes, opened the trunk, took out a briefcase and passed it to the Dr before closing the trunk and climbing into the back of the car, the driver then pulled away in the same direction as the Sprinter van. The Dr got back into his van and started making the journey back to his clinic.

Parker was driven to a nearby airfield and loaded onto a plane, she could feel the box being moved and felt it bumping into things, making her jump and twitch each time. The plane then taxied and took off, Parker could feel the thrust of the engines before the plane took off. After crying for so long, she started to feel thirsty so turned her head, found the straw and took a mouthful of water. Throughout the flight, other than the occasional sip of water, she lay still in the dark with only her thoughts for company. Several hours later the plane touched down at a remote airfield in eastern Europe, the box containing Parker was unloaded, placed into another van and driven for about an hour where it was unloaded and placed in a warehouse and left. The next morning the box containing Parker was lifted and placed on a trolley, waking her from her sleep. The man wheeled the trolley out of the warehouse, across the parking lot and into another building where he prized the lid off the box making Parker wince against the light. The guy reached in, picked up the quadruple amputee and carried her to a metal counter which he laid her on top off. Parker looked around and saw that the counter looked like a mortuary technician’s bench, it had a pulldown tap at one end, raised edges and a drain at the other. The man put on some rubber gloves, turned on the tap and sprayed the water all over Parker’s small, limbless body making her shiver as the water was cold. Once she was soaking wet, the man took a bar of soap and used it to wash her all over, he then took a bottle of shampoo and washed her hair before using the water to rinse her off. He then used some paper towels to dry her off before picking her up, carrying her to a nearby chair and sitting her down, it was the first time in weeks, and the first time with female genitalia and no limbs that she had sat, so it felt weird, she was scared she would topple to the side. The man then walked out of the room leaving Parker alone. She looked around the small room, it looked like a typical warehouse office, 3 of the walls were grey painted cinderblock, the wall with the door on looked like a normal white internal wall, in the middle of the room was an empty desk. After a while a woman walked in carrying a large shoulder bag, she closed the door behind her and placed the bag on the desk. She crouched down, cupped Parker’s chin with her hand, pulled it upwards and moved it around so she could get a good look before letting go. The woman then opened the bag, reached in and pulled out some makeup, she then set about applying various types of makeup to Parker’s face, it was the first time she’d worn makeup and it felt strange. Once the woman was happy with the makeup she set about making Parker’s hair look pretty, she spent time drying it with a hairdryer, then brushing it before using a curling iron. Once she was done she took a step back and looked at Parker, seemingly happy with the results, she smiled and nodded her head before reaching into her bag and pulling out a mirror which she held up for Parker to look at herself in. Parker saw herself as a girl for the first time, the woman had done an amazing job, Parker thought her face looked genuinely beautiful, she was stunned at how feminine she looked, she just wished that her body hadn’t been destroyed by the monster that had taken her limbs. The woman pulled the mirror away, put it, and all the makeup, back into her bag and left the room, the man from earlier came in a few moments later, picked Parker up and carried her into another room. As Parker looked around she was stunned to see there were other girls in the room, all were naked, some still had their limbs, a lot were limbless like she now was, there were all strapped to display boards by leather straps across their waists and breasts, the details of each girl was written on the board above them, all the girls looked scared. The man carried her to an empty display board and Parker’s eyes widened as she realized that sticking out toward the base of the board was a piece of smooth, L-shaped metal that narrowed at the top, she realized that it looked like a dildo. The man laid Parker on the floor, took a bottle of lube out of his pocket, covered the piece of metal with it then placed the bottle back in his pocket, he then picked Parker up, lined her asshole up with the end of the metal and slowly lowered her onto it until it was wedged deep inside her, Parker winced in pain, wishing she could squeal out. The man then held her against the board with one hand against her chest and used the other to do up the strap around her waist, he then moved his hand up and did up the strap around her chest, tightly squeezing her breasts, he then left her hanging there and wandered off. The piece of metal felt so uncomfortable deep inside Parker’s bowel, but she could barely move so couldn’t do a thing about it. Over the next few hours, the girls that still had their limbs were taken one by one every 5 minutes or so until they were all gone, the quadruple amputees were then each wheeled off until only Parker was left. Eventually, someone came and started wheeling Parker out of the room and through a door, she was surprised to find she was suddenly on a stage with about 100 people, both men and women, sitting in front of her looking at her naked torso.