by. PrincessKira
Note: This takes place in the Mass Effect Universe in an AU/Post ME3 setting.
Summary: More an intrigue story, rather then a fetish story. A young human dives in to a world he's not all that ready for.
Chapter 1: Going in Blind
On a remote orbital space station, dedicated to science, sat the youngest and newest human Specter agent. Going by the name of Akira Takoma, and being a highly decorated war hero at the young age of twenty two, didn't stop his sudden cold feet. Foolishly he'd leapt before looking and was now going to have his species changed.
It'd seemed like the perfect chance, the pay was absurdly large, and all for some seemingly harmless scientific tests. The Asari scientist had described a number of projects ranging from biotic augmentation and cybernetic implants, to genetic experiments. What had not been said that the Scientist's were going to chose who got which treatments, as well the details had been extremely vague.
Now Akira sat staring at his digital tablet was now tempted to run screaming out the nearest airlock. His chosen procedure was to be changed entirely into a Turian. The pamphlet displayed warned that the gene therapy was going to be extremely painful, but the process would only take a couple weeks. These projects were the tip top, of tip top secret. So only Specters were selected for the first round of experiments.
Feeling sick the young man choked back his fears, accepting not only was his contribution good for him self, but his nation, and the galaxy at large. One thing that nagged him was the possibility that his gender could be changed by the process, as it was like a random coin flip. The changing of gender wasn't the issue it self, but learning the rules of a different race in a gender role opposite the one he'd grown up with. That was what was really bugging him. But he sighed and let it go.
Resigned to his fate. he ran his fingers through his short black hair, and looked around the room. The walls, floors, and ceiling were all white, made from some shiny material. The reception desk had an Asari with pale purple skin tone, she was extremely busy with her terminals. There were 4 doors in and out of the room, the one on the far end in the middle of a wall was where Akira entered the waiting area. One was marked “Staff,” the next marked “Storage” and the final one on the “back” of the room read “Patient Quarters.”
Another ten minutes, that seemed to drag on for eternity for Akira the Asari receptionist buzzed in a nurse in from the staff area. What entered the room was a Female Turian, Akira could tell because she lacked the characteristic metallic crest of horns that Males grew. She walked directly to him, her predatory almost white eyes tinted blueish focused on him.
She offered him a hand and began speaking softly, “I regret making you wait so long. I was involved in a rather serious disagreement.”
Akira took the Turian's hand and was suddenly thankful for it as he'd gone weak in the knees. She was more then strong enough to keep him steady, and he noted that she stood at least six feet tall. She was a typical Turian with a dark complexion. “I don't mind,” he said, “but the waiting is killing me. I just want to get it over with.”
The female Turian nodded simply at him, and gave him what was in his best approximation was a sympathetic look. “You'll be just fine,” She said taking the digital tablet from his hands, and she brought up his profile. Knowing she'd see all his secrets he blushed deeply, but she merely studied it. “Oh, how interesting,” she stated loudly reading the profile.
Akira panicked, “what?”
“Oh nothing really important,” she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. She then continued, “but with that piece of information, I hope you turn out male.” Akira groaned, now knowing she had read the part about him being a crossdresser. But he dismissed it, and the Turian nurse lead him to the door marked “Patient Quarters.”
They entered a long corridor, and Akira could hear pained moans resembling the voices of mixed races. The Turian Nurse began to speak distracting him. “I'm Sairia Larnek, and I'll be your personal nurse during your stay here.” She began explaining things, “your room will have no mirrors until you're developed, as the transformation is a horrific looking process. Once we determine which gender you are you will receive a proper Turian name. All your new clothing will be provided. You will also be gently retrained to think a lot more like a Turian. That process will not affect your memories, or personality.”
She gave him a satisfied look as she lead the young human into his room, there she paged the doctor. “As soon as the doctor arrives, we will begin the process. It's not nearly as painful as you've been lead to believe and you'll be sedated, so you may feel some pain but won't care.”
“Thank the maker for that,” Akira said, sighing in relief.
Soon a Salarian Doctor came in wielding an impressive and frighteningly large syringe. Akira swallowed his fright and sat on the bed, as the Salarian had indicated he should do. “This will take a few minutes,” Said the Salarian doctor, his alien face expressing almost no emotion. He poked the thin needle in to Akira's arm vein, and began main lining the clear liquid. “The Retrovirus will take several hours to take full effect. By which time you will be fully sedated.”
Akira looked at his nurse. “This is one of the doctors who will administer your treatment and observe your progress,” she said. “You don't need to know their names,” she continued, “it's classified information at any rate. Besides that you're going to be so sedated you won't know who worked with you.”
Akira just nodded, after five minutes the contents of the shot was finally emptied in to his blood stream. The retrovirus was already hurting him to a minor extend, but no worse then a dull muscle ache. As soon as he was done the doctor left, leaving only Nurse Sairia and Akira.
Sairia looked at Akira, “it's time for a treatment bath, which will intorduce dextro-amino acids, and protiens. So strip.” Akira gave her an uncertain look as he hesitated. “Come now you don't have anything I've never seen. I'm a nurse, you silly human,” she stated with the same mischief as before.
Akira sighed, slightly comforted he stripped of his simple military jumpsuit, and his underwear which was patently female. Sairia let out a Turian equivalent of a giggle as she lifted the bra Akira took off. Akira was blushing furiously. Sairia gave him a reassuring hug, then left to draw the treatment bath which would give him his needed building blocks to become Turian. A few minutes later he walked in to the bathroom that was joined with his hospital room.
Sairia helped him to the bath and let him soak for a few minutes in the strange, but warm oily liquid. During this time she gave him a shot of, as she explained, what was a slow acting narcotic sedative. Then things got a bit aggressive as she pushed his head down under the liquid.
In panic Akira fought against being pushed down as if he were being drowned, but he could hear Sairia speaking. “Just breathe,” she said calmly, “this liquid is designed to be breathed. In the unlikely event you start to drown I'll revive you.”
Unsure Akira took a deep breath and his desprate lungs filled with the liquid, and to his surprise he began breathing under it. He didn't pass out and he didn't feel like he was drowning, so he relaxed. Sairia let go of his head, and allowed him to relax in the deep tub. He must have been there for an hour before Sairia emptied the tub and as soon he was exposed to the air, his lungs expelled the liquid. He heaved in to the tub with Sairia holding him for over a minute after his lungs emptied of the fluid.
Finally he was breathing on his own and could support him self the Turian woman began cleaning off the excess. Once that was done she dried him off with the softest white towel he'd ever felt. The ache had been getting worse buy the minute, despite his warm soak but now it was softening. He was ceasing to care about the pain and was becoming extremely tired.
Once he was dry, Sairia took him to his bed carrying him bridal style, and then laid him down. He noted with some discomfort he was naked, but Sairia explained that with the changes to come it'd just complicate matters for him to be clothed. She attached him to an IV, then ran a catheter system in to his person, which was uncomfortable to say the least. Finally she injected a narcotic painkilling sedative in to the IV system.
The world soon went dark as the sedative took effect on his person, and he drifted in to an uneasy sleep as alien ideas were injected to his mind. He had vivid dreams about his life prior to that point, as well as a shadow of alien information. His mind accepted all these things, partly because of his willingness and partly because his mind was redeveloping.
He couldn't count the days as they passed and he was only aware of being awake for a few hours a day. During these times his only company was his nurse, she'd speak softly to him and he could never recall what she'd said. She'd bathe him in the same oily liquid which increasingly dulled the pain he was aware of. She'd then clean his changing body, which was only a dull blur to him. His only other awareness came from the fact that he'd slip in to consciousness moaning in discomfort in a voice that was distant, faded, and unfamiliar at best.
He enjoyed each session with his nurse, as she would stroke him and say things he could never recall. Each session it self seemed to stretch on forever, before dissolving like a dream as he feel in to his fitful rest. A moment of clarity seemed to stick out for him when Sairia said something that struck him as odd. “What a pretty male you're going to make,” she said quietly to him. “I feel compelled to dress you so pretty when this is done.”
He could barely process what she had meant, and it was so fuzzy it was extremely difficult to recall. He could only decipher time in that his dreams became less fitful, less disturbing and more unifying and comforting. His past, as well as his future became more comforting to him. Then one late afternoon he noticed that Sairia was placing audio plugs in his ears. He knew they were giving him his Turian identity.
Finally he seemed to awaken in the morning to a lyrical humming voice, his warm blankets covering his being. Suddenly even through his eyelids light was flooding in and he growled in irritation pulling the blankets over his head wanting to sleep more. There were two sighs in the room, one was Turian, and the other Asari.
The Asari voice spoke up as the room seemed to dim, “is this one Male or Female?”
Sairia's voice landed softly on his ears, “With that crest, male.”
The Asari hummed unsure, “but those delicate feature could.”
His nurse spoke up again, “There is little difference between male and female Turians, do you want me to sex him?”
“Yes,” the Asari voice said, “let's make sure we didn't intersex this poor creature. That would cause a world of complications.”
Akira finally pulled down the blankets to growl at the Asari, he wasn't some animal in a zoo after all. This out burst caused the Nurse to giggle softly in a lyrical feminine Turian voice. She began the uncomfortable process of sexing the bed bound subject. He wiggled a bit as it tickled and pinched at the same time. Finally Sairia spoke, “Male, definitely. This one is not intersexed.
Suddenly Akira realized he had full awareness, and it was even greater then he could remember. “Am I done yet,” he asked clapping his hands over his mouth. His voice was so much higher the he could remember, and vibrated with musical tone.
Sairia looked at him with a soft and affectionate look that he could now decipher. “Just about,” she said her voice washing him with comfort. “I still need to dress, and name you so you can go back in to the galaxy. You should get marked too, nothing says don't trust me like going barefaced.”
Akira looked back and forth to his nurse, and the unnamed Asari doctor who had deep purple skin. The Asari was taking down a multitude of notes, and making soft comments that neither of the other two could hear. Finally she thanked not only Sairia, but Akira deeply and left them.
Sairia then looked at the new Turian. “Well since you're male, which I was certain of a week ago it's time for a name. How does Marius Vakarian sound?”
Akira nodded unable to summon words to accept his new name, but Sairia smiled and nodded back approvingly. “Well then, one should never go 'bare-faced,' should I mark you?” Marius nodded softly and Sairia brought out a barbaric looking tattooing tool. “I'm going to give you the mark of Palaven,” She said. Marius just nodded.
The process of marking was actually very painful even though his new carapace was strong it still felt pain. But Sairia was skillful and quick as she could be with the process. Soon she spread a medi-gel across his carapace, which not only healed the wound instantly, but set the tattoo permanently in to his carapace.
She then handed Marius a mirror so that he could examine the new addition to his person. As he examined the highly detailed tattoo, Sairia set up a full length mirror. Marius noted his not so usual light complexion which had the faintest purple hue. His new facial markings were a brightly contrasted purple, lined with neon pink. This matched his eyes, in which his iris was neon pink the middle and flawlessly faded to dark purple across the iris.
Marius was worried about his balance on the new smaller feet he now possessed. However he was extremely stable, and his balanced was perfect compared to a human. Sairia had brought in two mass compressed luggage cases, one blue and the other purple. She quickly selected two outfits, both with the dominating theme of purple for Marius to try on. She suggested he try the obviously male one firs, and then the much more female one.
He did as was suggested trying the male outfit. It had some what tight fitting male lower undergarments for Turians. The pants were also some what form fitting, as was the some what reinforced shirt that rode his back collar. But despite the fit Marius felt uncomfortable, and noted he looked some what bad when he showed him self to the mirror.
Next he tried on the female clothing, the tight fitting panties were so soft he almost melted touching them. He knew from and adjusted memory that the soft shiny material was softer then any silk, satin or nylon he ever wore. The matching dark purple “corset” was just as wonderful. He then slipped on the tights, fallowed by the low topped shoes that conformed to his new two toed frame.
The female undergarments were so comforting he almost wished he didn't have to wear anything else. But understanding the new Turian modesty he slipped on the purple pleated skirt, and he was taken by the comfort of it. He then slipped on the blouse with the metal collar attached to it which sat on his own natural collar line perfectly. The pink blouse set off the skirt brilliantly, the out fit also set off his eyes and new tattoo almost to perfection.
Sairia looked at him with curiosity, “Which do you like better?”
Marius looked away ashamed, “The female set?”
The Turian nurse gleefully slapped a return sticker on the male luggage. “I knew it, you're totally helpless to crossdress.” She noticed the same on the face of her peer. “Don't worry,” she said, “males wearing female clothing isn't too unusual for Turians. It's even more accepted because you males are always so pretty dressed all like females. Not like humans who tend to judge firs and admire second.”
Marius gave a Turian smile, “this is embarrassing.”
“Oh come now,” the Nurse said, “don't be ashamed you're far to pretty for that.” She paused and then sighed. “Your ship will be here within the next three hours. So we should get you to the lounge, get you messed up and then send you off.” Marius gave his female peer a horrified look, but she just giggled happily. She took the purple case, and then dragged her new friend to the lounge.
He gave up struggling and hoped his species changed peers would approve. Sairia opened the door and shove the hesitant Marius in.
~~~~ To Be Continued. ~~~~
