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Andy had a very eventful vacation...

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Andy stumbled and fell against the rock, trying to get away from the pack of men yelling after him. What the hell could they want? There was no time to think, only run. But that was hard with whatever horrors they’d inflicted on his body. 

Only an hour ago he woke up in a medical facility. He was naked, and much thinner than when he’d last looked at himself in the mirror. But when was that? He’d been on vacation with Wendy, his fiancée, in Barbados. They were having drinks at the bar, and then…  He couldn’t remember. 

Maybe that was for the best. His body was no longer his own. Hell, it was no longer even male. That’s what sent Andy over the edge: Discovering his penis and balls were gone, and finding a feminine flower in their place. 

How he’d escaped was a blur. At least one man was dead; Andy stabbed him in the neck with a scalpel he’d found. Once he broke free of the facility, he found only desert. That didn’t matter. Even if it’d been a field of lava, he still would’ve run. 

Although it was hard to ignore the void between his thighs, it was the bouncing of his new breasts that served as a constant reminder of his mutilation. Obviously, a sex-change had been performed on Andy. But how? And in God’s name why?

At the top of the ridge, a man called his name. Andy looked up, brushing long hair out of his eyes.

“Wait there,” the man cried. “I-I won’t hurt you.”

Andy didn’t move. Was that true?

It didn’t matter. His instinct had been to run, but now that he was more awake and rational, he realized he had nowhere to go. The desert would make sure he was caught, or he’d died of dehydration or hypothermia. Besides, he was already so very tired. 

Andy watched the man descend the steep ridge. No others had yet appeared. As the man got closer, Andy was shocked to see he was also naked—and he was walking strangely, holding his impressive genitalia as if afraid they might bite.

Panic rose in Andy unlike any he’d ever known. What did this man intent to do to him?

“Who are you?” Andy asked, still shocked by his new, higher voice.

The man held out a hand. “I…”  The man’s voice cracked as tears appeared in his eyes. “Andy, is that… Oh, God. Is that you? It’s me. Wendy!”

Andy stared in disbelief, but slowly Wendy’s features—hardened, but still present—became apparent. “Oh my God,” Andy said, and ran to her.

The embraced for a long time, crying together. 

“What did they do to us?” Andy wept.

They heard the voices again, closer this time.

Wendy’s head snapped around. “I don’t know, baby. But we need to get the fuck out of here. C’mon!” Wendy took Andy’s hand, and led him into the wilds.