It was just that every time he thought about sex it was as the receiver of the act rather than as the initiator.It was just that every time he thought about sex it was as the receiver of the act rather than as the initiator. From that it didn't seem unnatural to want sex with men who would initiate sex. Don went to sleep with and even greater conviction that the control of his life was rapidly slipping away from him. When Don woke up the next morning he stumbled into the bathroom, still not quite awake. He was halfway through washing up when he noticed that his physical appearance was back to that of a man. Again he felt that cold chill creep up his spine. How could hormones change him only at night? Something was very wrong here. The rest of the work week was identical. Each day was spent glued to his PC doing all of his work on the Niteside program. Had Don not been conditioned by the continuous stream of radiation from the screen, he might have noticed that the program seemed to grow into whatever he needed. If he needed word processing it was suddenly there; if he needed graphics they were there; if he needed communications they would appear. Niteside would insure that he stayed in front of the screen, and as he did so, the process of altering his brain to that of a female continued. |