They are out there.

35-year-old Scott was out camping.

Something he liked to do on the weekends after work.

It helped clear the mind and reset the body.

The second night out in the woods he was sitting by his campfire drinking a beer and looking about the stars.

Then they break the beam of light invalid him and he felt himself grown weightless.

What happened next was like a dream state to him.

They were these funny-looking little Green Man pudding and poking him with all sorts of weird instruments.

They seem to be doing some sort of experiments on him.

Something was sprayed in his face and that was the last thing he remembered before waking up lying the next morning next to the campfire.

He could immediately tell something was wrong.

He felt completely different.

He felt smaller and more delicate.

He felt cold and uncomfortable.

As he stood up saying to himself something didn't agree with me yesterday he felt a strange movement on his chest.

His pants and underpants which were now too big for him slid down to the ground.

He put his hands up to his chest and felt two extremely beautiful lumps of flesh hanging there.

Quickly put one hand between his legs and discovered something was missing.

He looked down his vision being blocked by long blonde hair.

After swiping it out of the way he noticed two lumps sticking out of his shirt and two shapely legs instead of his usual masculine hairy ones.

He grabbed his shaving mirror from his backpack and frightenedly held it up to his face.

The faith that stared back at him was not his own.

It was the face of a beautiful young woman staring back at him.

Somehow he had been transformed into a beautiful woman overnight.

Panic-stricken and frightened he did not know what to do.

He sat back down on his ground and started to weep.

He was overwhelmed by his new highly emotional state.

He wondered if it was a dream or if it had happened to him.

He felt frightened vulnerable and alone out here.

Everything looks so big and intimidating around him.

Images of being attacked or raped by mountain men entered his head.

The wilderness was not a safe place for a woman who did not even have clothes that fit her.

He knew he had to get off the mountain and down to his car.

In just his t-shirt and jacket he packed up all his camping equipment and headed off the mountain.

His feet hurt and his body ate.

This new body was not used to the rough terrain of the mountains.

It took him six hours to get to his car.

Exhausted and with painful feet he got into his car and closed the door.

For the first time that day, he felt safe and secure.

He had adjusted his car seat so his feet and hands were in the right position for driving as he was a lot shorter than he used to be now.

He drove to the nearest hospital where he tried to get them to understand who he was and what had happened to him.

Of course, they thought he was under something.

They sectioned him under the Mental Health Act until his or her identity could be attained.

The doctors and nurses were surprised when the police came back with positive fingerprints.

According to the police records the woman in there was a 35-year-old man named Scott.

He was now the first positive proof that aliens were out there and they were experimenting on us.

I just woke up like this.

My life as a woman and a prostitute was not one of my own choosing.

One morning I just woke up as a woman.

Vagina tits and gorgeous body.

To say I was bewildered and terrified would be an understatement.

I phoned 911 and got through to the emergency services.

I tried my best to explain to them what had happened to me.

They must have thought I was off my head or just crazy.

Four police officers and two paramedics turned up at my apartment.

As far as they were concerned I was a hysterical woman claiming to be a man.

I was sectioned under the Mental Health Act and locked away for my own safety.

I gave my name my date of birth my address my parent's name and any other personal details they wanted.

They took my fingerprints before taking a hell of a lot of blood and running screens on me.

My fingerprint despite my fingers being a lot smaller than they were before matched my details.

The drug and alcohol stream came back negative.

I was not high on any sort of substance.

They made me go through a lot of tests.

Every inch of my body was scanned.

It came back that I was 100% female.

The most unpleasant thing I had to go through was a Vaginal exam.

As far as they could tell I was a virginal woman.

Having a speculum pushed inside of you and jacking your opening even wider was not fun.

After that, I became some sort of medical oddity.

Doctors worldwide came to see me examine me and ask me questions.

I was taught the fundamental basics of being a woman and how to look after my body.

I had gone through many weeks of counselling and therapy to help me.

Being a woman was more than just having a female body.

The way I saw the world in people had changed.

I no longer look at women in a sexual way.

I found my sexuality changed to one that matched my new gender.

I found myself getting extremely horny before and after my periods.

I can honestly tell you bloating cramps bleeding and moodiness were not something anybody should have to go through every month for six to seven days.

Now 2 years after my initial awakening as a woman the hospital deemed I was fit to rejoin society and start a new life.

At first, it was a terrifying experience being a woman alone in the world.

Before I was a strong healthy man able to defend and look after myself.

Now I was a young beautiful delicate woman with little to no strength and terrified of being raped.

For the first few months, I did not leave my apartment after dark.

I did not really speak to anybody apart from my therapists who came to see me.

I found myself in a constant state of anxiety and nervousness. 

My friends and family who had stopped by me once I had been in the hospital did their best to help me integrate into the outside world. 

My sister was always trying to encourage me to go out and explore my new sexuality. 

I told her I was happy with a vibrator. 

Then it no longer satisfied me. 

My vagina wanted the real thing. 

No matter how much I tried I could not get myself to orgasm by myself. 

I reluctantly dressed up and went out with my sister and my mother to a local bar. 

I did not intend to cop off with the first man I saw. 

But after just several cocktails men were starting to look really good to me. 

I felt like there was a waterfall between my legs. 

One man walked over and started chatting to me he asked if he could buy me a drink. 

I knew he was only interested in my pussy as a former man myself I had seen that look on my face many times. 

My sister and mother encouraged me to talk to him. 

By the end of the night, I was bringing him home with me. 

We could barely keep our hands off each other in the taxi. 

I was practically out of my knickers in the lift up to my apartment.

We were both practically naked by the time the front door shook behind us. 

I had been told the fundamental ins and outs of sex as a woman. 

As a former man, I knew what he expected from a woman and I was only too happy to fulfil that role between the sheets. 

Not even sucking his big hard throbbing hot cock put me off. 

I had never done it before but knew it was something I enjoyed.

Just as I thought he could not hold it anymore he slipped his cock out of my mouth.

He pushed me down onto the bed spreading my legs before slipping it into my wet pussy which made me gasp would delight and surprise.

Once over the initial shot and the pain of it, it was the most pleasurable and satisfying thing I'd ever felt.

I let him twist and shake my gorgeous body any way he wanted.

Hour bodies became one and we were in a happy sexual rhythm moaning and squealing together. 

Reaching the point of climax he exploded deep inside of me.

His throbbing cock vibrated deep inside my pussy as it emptied his hot warm seed into me. 

He slid out leaving a trail of hot semen all down my inner thigh. 

I lay there in my own wet spots staring up at the ceiling next to him feeling like my entire body was vibrating as it was hit by aftershock of agamic pleasure. 

He was just the first in the long line of many lovers. 

Sex became a drug to me a drug I needed every single day. 

Before I knew it it had become my whole entire life. 

Before I knew what I was doing I was making my living out of my body and my pussy to my friends family and doctors' surprise and horror.