In a secret military base in the famed, “Area 51”, General Thomas Adamson stood in the base’s control room and stared at a bank of security video screens and contemplated the events that had lead him here. It had been over a year since the first reports of shemales that could transform other people in shemales. Now there were millions of them. The military had been put on full alert to contain and neutralize the shemale threat. Many army personal had gone into shemale held territory only to join the ever growing ranks of the shemales. Somewhere out there, his son Scott was among them. General Adamson cringed at the thought of the fine young man his son was being transformed into one of those perverted things.
He had read and reread a number of reports about the shemale phenomena that was well on its way to taking over the world. He just couldn’t believe any of it. Magical shemales who could transform other people into shemales? It was just too insane to be true. The reports noted old stories about a number of other creatures that were once human, but once transformed could transform others. History was full of stories of vampires, werewolves and other creatures. However, they multiplied by biting their victims. Shemales raped their victims and thus, transformed them. General Adamson didn’t want to read any more of them. It was all too crazy. What was happening couldn’t be true. Shemales couldn’t exist for the same reasons as vampires or werewolves. General Adamson dealt with facts, not imaginary creatures.
On one of the screens, a researcher was questioning a captive shemale. It had been very difficult to capture or contain one. Shemales were not immune to bullets or tranquilizer darts. The magical blue light shemales used to transform others could be deflected by a high voltage electric cage. The specimen shemale was contained in a cage surrounded by a mesh screen charged with thousands of volts to prevent it from breaking out or transforming any of his staff.
General Adamson turned up the volume control beside this particular screen so he could hear the researcher talking to the shemale. The researcher’s name was Mary. She was twenty five and straight out of university. She was of slight build with mousey blonde hair tied in a short pony tail. She looked every bit the shy university girl who would get straight A grades on her studies, but avoid university parties and the social side to campus life.
“Let’s start again”, Mary said. “Before you became a shemale, what was your name?”
The naked shemale in the cage looked at Mary. Her cock pulsed with magical power. “Surely that’s not important”, the shemale answered. “It you turn off the power to this electro screen, I can give you the greatest gift there is, the gift of Shemale transformation.”
A blast of magical energy came out of the shemale’s penis and broke into a thousand smaller bolts of blue lightning when the blast hit the electro mesh. “Silly girl”, the shemale said, “Why stay a mere girl when you could be so much more? Turn off the power to the mesh and you’ll see.”
Mary made a note in the clipboard she was holding. “Will you answer any of my questions?” she asked.
“I’ll tell you what”, offered the shemale. “I’ll answer your question, but then it’s my turn to ask you a question. Before I was transformed, my name was Carl Cleland. I was a bank teller at the Westlake branch of the Independent bank of America. In fact, I was on the job when I got transformed”
“Can you tell me what happened on that day?” Mary asked.
“Oh no”, Carl replied. “It’s your turn to answer a question. I was captured with another shemale. You drugged us earlier and when I woke up, she was gone. What are you doing with my sister shemale?”
“Your sister is helping us to understand shemales better”, Mary said. “She will be fine”
General Adamson turned down the volume on the monitor screen and turned to another one of the many screens in front of him. It showed a lab with the other shemale strapped down. Her crotch was covered by an electro screen. A number of magical blasts hit the screen and were deflected as the shemale struggled against her bonds. General Adamson turned up the volume so he could here.
“Miserable humans, how dare you restrain me? I’ll transform you all”, the shemale protested.
The research in this lab was of most interest to General Adamson. If the researchers could pull this off, they could yet unlock the mysteries of the shemales. The general leant closer to the screen to observe the proceedings.