An aging Billionaire decides to use the new technology to change himself from an old man into an 18 alpha male. Unfortunately for him, things don't go as planned...

This story is a sequel to “Transformed Females in 2121.” It contains much of the background needed for this story. I suggest you read it first if you haven’t already done so.

Link to: Transformed Females in 2121

Chapter 1

Bradley Rutherford Jr. was one of the elite members of society in 2121. Brad was a multi-billionaire and never had to worry about anything in his life. His family owned several major worldwide corporations, and he never had to work a day in his life since he had inherited all of his family’s wealth.

There was one thing that bothered him now. He was 82 years old, and his best years were long past. With Brad, business was always first, and he could never marry a wife. He could never connect with a woman due to a lack of trust. Every woman in his life had ended up deceiving him or cheating on him, and none of them were ever in love with him. Sure they loved his money, but they didn’t like him. So here he was nearing the end of his life, and he was without any heirs.

His companies had been instrumental in the current government programs that had created the transformed females, but he was more intrigued with the lesser-known alpha male program.

One of his companies was the primary contractor to governments worldwide, supplying them with the equipment responsible for creating these transformed individuals.

The scientists from this company were now waiting for him in a conference room.

Bradley entered the room and greeted the scientists and engineers from his company.

"Gentlemen, I have had everything I ever wanted in life. Still, as I am entering old age, it became apparent that your company, which I own, created the process to make it possible to regenerate my body and turn my biological clock back over 60 years."

“I would like you, gentlemen, to help me out in this respect. I understand that governments currently purchase our products to rebuild the world population. We own the patents and the equipment required to do this. Still, I would like to start a new venture that would allow the most important people in our society, namely people like me, to access this process. We could help regenerate the elite people in our community and give them new hope. We can charge whatever price we like, and I would like to be the first person to do this, as I would like to be the poster boy for this new venture.”

“Would you mind informing me how we can do this?” he finally said as he sat down.

The lead scientist got up and said, “Mr. Rutherford, which would you prefer? Would you like to become a transformed female or alpha male? There would be no problem if it is a female, but we have found only specific male individuals can transform into alpha males. It seems they must fit the genetic profile of an alpha male to begin with, or they will become females regardless. We don’t understand why this happens, and we found this by accident. We don’t publicize the alpha male program since we can only transform males who already fit the alpha male genetic profile.”

“Could you explain why you think there might be a problem becoming an alpha male?”

“Well, Sir, when we first started the Transformed Females program, we began to find anomalies. Certain subjects didn’t transform into women, but instead, they transformed into handsome alpha males. We looked at their genetic profiles and realized they initially all had a similar profile of an alpha male. We then genetically profiled all of our subjects and separated the few alpha males from the average men. It seems our process will not change an alpha male into a female. It turned out to be a welcome addition to our program since we needed genetically perfect males to fertilize the females. The usual ratio of transformed females to alpha males is usually around 50:1.”

The scientist continued, “So, Mr. Rutherford, you will have to be genetically tested. But if you don’t fit the alpha male genetic profile, all we can offer you is to become a female, though you will be a stunningly beautiful one.”
Brad thought of himself as a man’s man. He thought, “There is no way in hell that I am not an alpha male.” He had many girlfriends in his life and didn’t think there would be any problem with his genetic profile.

“Then it’s agreed, I would like to be tested and require the necessary equipment brought to my estate in California and staffed with the required personnel who will monitor me while I undergo this transformation.”

Brad sat down with his doctor as he examined his genetic results.

“After looking this over, Brad, it seems you don’t quite fit the profile for an alpha male. You are very close to the profile, but your genetic match must be over 95%, and you are at 92%, so if you undergo this procedure, there is a chance that you will become a female instead of an alpha male. Do you still wish to go ahead with the transformation?”

Brad sat back in his chair since he was stunned by this news. He completely disagreed with this prognosis. His doctor was telling him he wasn’t an alpha male.

“I’m afraid I have to disagree with you. I am an alpha male. Set up the equipment to transform me into an alpha male. Let me know when everything is ready.”

“You are taking quite a chance, Brad, you could very well become a transformed female, and there is no going back to being a male if this happens. The legal aspects of becoming a transformed female in this country are that the government will strip you of your rights and force you to report to a birthing center for a five-year term.”

Brad replied, “Let me worry about that. Since I am not using a government facility and since I have great connections with the current administration, I am sure they will accommodate me to my satisfaction.”

I called the President’s private number and spoke to her over a secure video connection.

“Hello, Madam President, it’s Bradley Rutherford. We have been friends for a long time now, and I hope you can help me out. I must talk to you regarding the transformed female program. I am looking at transforming into an alpha male, but my doctors have been telling me there is a slight chance I could transform into a female instead. I would need assurance that I won’t be arrested and required to go to a birthing center for five years. I want an exception made for people like me who will perform this procedure at their own cost. Possibly you could issue an executive order stating this if you can’t get Congress to change the present law.”

The President listened to me while I discussed my plan to transform. She didn’t see any issue since my company developed the procedure and technology that rapidly increased the world’s population.

“I don’t see any problem with this Brad, I will talk to Congress, and if they can’t do anything, I will issue an executive order for you.”

I thought it was good to know the right people as I closed the call. Now nothing is stopping me from doing this.

The day had arrived, and I went into the new operating room to perform my transformation.

I got off the phone with my lawyer, who assured me they had my estate held in trust until my transformation ended. After I regained consciousness, my current position in the family waited for me to resume my life.

I walked into the transformation room wearing a robe. The doctors helped me into the tank, and they placed a mask over my head. I looked at the doctor and slowly lost consciousness as blackness enveloped me.

I suddenly regained consciousness. I was still in the tank and immersed in a thick liquid. I could hear alarms going off, tried to remain calm, and waited as the tank flushed out and then refilled to rinse me off and finally emptied.

They raised the cover for me, and I looked into the eyes of one of the doctors. The doctor told me to stay still while removing the various electrodes and intravenous connections. She finally released my mask and told me not to speak.
I felt fragile and knew that my body had to undergo rehabilitation to regain muscle strength.

They lifted my body on a sling and placed me on a gurney. I was brought up to my bedroom and transferred into a hospital bed specially installed there.

A nurse walked over and said, “You look, great sweetie,” as she gave me a sedative.

This statement confused me as I fell asleep.

I slowly awakened. I looked around my room. A nurse walked over to me and said, “Hello dear, how are you feeling?”

I replied, “I feel weak and tired,” surprised that my voice was much higher than it used to be. I sounded like a girl. “I wish to look at myself. Nurse, please bring over a mirror.”

“One moment, I will be right back.”

She brought me a hand mirror and gave it to me. I looked at myself and was shocked to realize that I wasn’t an alpha male. I was now a female and a beautiful girl at that.

“Shit,” I hadn’t expected this to happen. “My plans better still be in place. Nurse, please have my lawyer, Mr. Ferguson, notified to come in here immediately.

The nurse brought in a small meal for me and set it on a small table on my bed. It was a cup of broth and a pudding cup. I ate while waiting for my lawyer to show up.

Ferguson finally arrived. He looked at me with some surprise and said, “Brad? Is that you?”

“Of course, it’s me. Who else do you think it is?”

My lawyer smiled, “I have to say, you are looking great. Have you picked out a new name yet?”

“I just woke up, and I didn’t think I would end up like this. I will have to think about a new name.”

“Ok, I will call you Brad for now. It looks like we may have some problems with the government.”

“I thought that was all settled, I spoke personally with the President, and she assured me that there would be no problems with an exception for me, in case I turned out like this.”

“Well, Brad, this is the problem. After Congress refused to make an exception for you, there was a massive outcry and protests against her executive order. It’s an election year, and she rescinded her executive order due to all this bad press and the protests. I am sorry, Brad, but now that you are a transformed female, you will have to report to a birthing center like every other transformed female.”

“What makes matters worse is someone leaked to the media of your transformation into a female, and everyone knows you are now a transformed female. It’s all over the news now.”

I was in shock, and I didn’t know what to say. What could I do now? My friend the President had abandoned me, and my money and privilege now seemed to be worthless in this matter. I was an elite member of society, but now I would have to produce babies for the government as I no longer had any rights.

“Well, any offspring I produce will be immediately adopted by our family. I don’t want any of them going into institutional child care. At least you can do that for me until I get out of there.”

“I will see to that immediately, Brad.” He looked at me again and said, “Barbara Anne, after your mother. How about Barbara Anne for your new name?”

I was pissed off at this point, and said, “Fine, Barbara Anne it is, or just call me Barbie since I look like her now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, “I will see to your name change immediately.”

Just then, several Government officials arrived. They immediately informed me that under the provisions of the Population Restoration Act, now that I was a transformed female, they were taking me to a birthing center. They placed me into a wheelchair, wrapped a blanket around me, and wheeled me out of my home.

In front of my home, a media circus was waiting for me. The suits transferred me into a black government car and drove out through the gates of my estate. A mob of people hit the vehicle, and reporters and Media Crews recorded my departure.
I was glad to leave that mess behind. We drove for an hour and pulled up to a gate. Then the driver showed the guard his ID, letting us into the compound.

We drove up to one of the towers, and a few doctors were waiting for us. They had a wheelchair and helped me get into it. They took me inside into an examination room. As they examined me, a nurse walked up to me, holding what looked like a gun.

She smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Barbara. I have to chip you with a digital RFID tag, so please stay still.”
I heard a click and felt a slight pain at the back of my neck. She then held up a scanner to it, and it beeped. They clamped a pink band on my wrist.

“You are now tagged, Barbara, and we will fill out the required paperwork to admit you to this site.”

The paperwork took around a half-hour to complete, and I signed the required forms.

“We are now taking you up to your room Barbara, and we have a beautiful room on the top floor for you.”

A nurse wheeled me up to my new room. She opened the door, and it was underwhelming. It seems that I had to share this tiny room with another female, and the furnishings in the room were rudimentary and plain. At least there was a nice view out of the window.

They helped me into my bed and told me tomorrow that I would be starting physical rehabilitation.

“We will be bringing your dinner to you in about an hour. We will see you then.”

I looked over at my new roommate and said, “Hey there, how are you?”

A weak little voice responded to me and replied, “I just woke up today, so I am a little out of things. I can’t believe I’m a girl now. It will take me a while to get used to this.”

“You and me both, honey. It seems we are both stuck here to become baby-making machines for the next five years.
I had no idea what was going on outside of this prison. I hoped my lawyer would be fighting my incarceration. Maybe I could get out after I became pregnant and stay at my home, but that seemed to be a long shot at this point.

It looked like I wasn’t going to get out of here any time soon. I would be in physical rehabilitation for at least a month, maybe longer. But afterward, I would have to also decide on how I would become pregnant. Should I do artificial insemination or have an alpha male fuck me? I had never had sex with a man in my life, but I was no longer a man, even though I still felt I was a man. I figured if I was fucked anyway, I might as well be "proper fucked."

They brought in my dinner as well as my roommate’s meal. It was awful, bland hospital-style food. I was used to gourmet meals, and now I was forced to eat this crap. I was hungry, so I still ate it, but it was like eating cardboard.

I called over to my roommate, “Hey there, my name is Barbara, but you can call me Barbie if you like. What’s your name?”

She replied to me, “They told me my new name is Penelope.”

“It’s nice to meet you, dear. How is your dinner?”

“It’s pretty good. At least I will be able to eat nice food while I am in here.”

I thought to myself, if she thinks this slop tastes good, I wonder what she was eating before she arrived here? I knew I was very well off compared to most people who lived in our country. I had a reality check and found myself wanting.

For the next month, Penelope and I went through our rehabilitation to restore our muscles. I used to be in great shape for my age, but now I am still weak. I never realized how little strength girls have, but currently, I am experiencing it first-hand. I did whatever I could to regain my strength, but it was slow going. It took me a week before I could even walk. Eventually, I was walking again, and Penelope could walk too. We worked together in the gym to regain as much strength as possible. Once we could walk around without a wheelchair or crutches, we explored this facility together.

They had a large eating area with a cafeteria for hot and cold food. The food from here was a little better than the meals they had served us, but it was still lacking in the taste department. I started to wonder if I could do anything about this. I looked at the common recreation areas, and every piece of furniture seemed so tacky. This place looked more like an institution, even a prison with bare walls without art or decorations. It needed a makeover in the worst way.

We were both issued a small tablet that we could use to go online. I contacted my lawyer to find out if there were any developments in my case.

“I’m afraid not, Barbara. We have run up against a brick wall here, and there seem to be no exceptions for these new laws regarding transformed women. We have your estate held in trust for you, and you are still the owner of your wealth. It’s just that it won’t help you in this case. It looks like you will be in that facility for the next five years, and there isn’t much I can do about it. I petitioned the Supreme court to hear your case, but they turned us down. I have exhausted every avenue possible.”

“So, it looks like I am stuck in here then.”

Ferguson just replied, “I’m sorry, ma’am, there is nothing else I can do to get you out, and it looks like you will have to stay for the next five years.”