I stared at my new reflection in a small pool of dirty water for quite some time. I was amazed. Not only had I been turned female, but my mind was still my own, also I quite beautiful...well... beautiful wasn’t the right word. I was sexy...
Normally most men when converted they turn into either something quite masculine or at best their female alternative had they been born that way. Seeing a women this beautiful as a conversion was basically unheard of. In the female hierarchy beauty was basically social currency, similar to how strength is in male society. The more beautiful and sexy a woman is the more the status they earn. Pure blooded women, or those born female, are known as the most beautiful normally and they keep a very strict system in place to make their their wealth and power is never challenged.
The sound of voices was growing near as their voices sounded high pitched...it was probably the women looking for survivors or recently converted.
Normally when someone is converted they are arrested and sent to a processing camp for re-education and training. Since conversion wipes the minds of the victim normally they are given a new identity and new purpose, usually as a soldier again this way the war can just keep on going...
“Hands up!” A sudden female voice said behind me and I turned around with a blank stare. It was a female soldier. Butch in appearance like most. Probably used to be male herself at one point...
“Who are you?” She asked. This was a pretty standard question as most new conversions have no idea who they are. A blank stare or answer of I don’t know is usually a dead give away...
This put me in an awkward state...so I answer honestly? Do I reveal my mind is still
My own? What would they do to me? Do I play it dumb for now? Just enter their processing system and try to find a way to reverse this?
I had to answer quickly as the solider raised her weapon. Another blast would mostly likely just erase my mind entirely leaving me a blank husk...
“I....Uhh...I’m...” I began to stutter