Former superhero Francisca Verdugo recalls how she was captured and transformed from a young man to a sexy woman, and how to the world the hero Condor disappeared and is presumed K.I.A.

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January, 2008.

The seat was comfortable, near the window, and right above the wing, just as I liked it. As I looked outside my mind drifted through different worries. The treatment I got from the Airport security was downright humiliating, and almost made me miss the flight. I'm sure these kind of things will happen more and more now.

Letting out a sigh, I looked down at my generous breasts and smiled. This was certainly not the sight I had one year ago or one I would have welcomed back then, at least on my own body, but things have changed. I changed, was changed, so much.

I finally open the folder and stare at the paperwork inside, again... have been doing it for the last week. Everything was in order. Francisca Javiera Verdugo, female. I was still amazed how fast all of it was arranged, and despite how comfortable... heck that's not entirely true. I wasn’t just comfortable being a woman, I fucking loved it now. I couldn't imagine going back to the man I was, even if the changes weren't permanent.

But all this was just the preparation, the easy part. I disappeared for almost a year and now I was going back to Chile, back home to see my parents, to tell them their only son was now their daughter. My hands started to sweat as I imagined every possible bad reaction they could have, and felt the tightness in my stomach, the fear that was gripping me whole. Just telling them that I transitioned was going to be hard enough, but when they ask what I was doing for a full year, telling them I was a camgirl and an escort will not go well either.

My eyes looked outside the window once more, staring at the sky as I reminded myself that this was the only way, that I had to do it. The alternative would be worse, and far more dangerous. How could I sit in front of them, with my long and beautiful well toned legs, smoothing my skirt, adjusting my blouse to not reveal as much cleavage as I usually do, and tell them the truth:

"Mom, dad... a supervillain kidnapped me and tried to turn me into a 'shemale bimbo slut' (her words, not mine) as a revenge cause she blames me for the death of her father... oh and I am... was Condor... the hero."

Well, more of a heroine now - if I decided to go back to it.

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November, 2006

The night was cold, really damn cold. Despite the costume insulation I could still feel it. The exposed lower part of my face did not help either. But it was a good night so far. Not many crimes that required my immediate attention at the moment, so I could focus on my investigations.

Some working girls were disappearing, and the authorities didn't seem to give a damn. No one questioned how high class escorts were being dragged to the seedy parts of the city and taken from dirty alleyways, when each of them probably earned in a month what I would be lucky to see in a year.

As I surveyed the area from the top of a building, I took the shield from my back. It was a sturdy and thick medieval kite shield, deep blue with a single white star on the center and red borders. Or so it looked like. In fact it was a very special shield, made with lighter and more resistant alloys, able to deflect high energy weapons and almost any ballistic weapon without getting a scratch. It had saved my life more times that I could count, and unlike those comic book characters, you won't ever see me throwing around my best defense. The shield stayed on my left arm or on my back, when I wasn’t expecting trouble.

Once I was sure that the area was clear, I jumped down, using my swingline to control the fall. My knee high black, combat armored boots hit the ground loudly and then I slowly walked towards the nearest wall. Activating the lens enhancers on my mask to check for any clue the police might have missed, I started to carefully inspect every inch of the alley. The last kidnapping was right there, the previous night.

My dark blue and red kevlar uniform created quite a contrast with the old dirty bricks of the building. The legs were split in the middle of my legs, the external part being the red, and continuing upwards, following the same pattern on my chest and then through my underarms, finishing on jet black armored gauntlets. And in the center of my chest, a thick white metallic star, capable of stopping a .50 round.

Raising my right hand to my ear, I started snapping pictures with the micro camera that was inside my mask. The mask left my face, below my nose exposed, and let my unruly brown hair be visible. Unlike most of the other metas around, I was just a normal guy, good physical and martial arts training, and a couple of gadgets. Even then my build was on the lean side, not nearly half as muscular or bulky as the other guys, just well toned and defined muscles on a fairly average build.

As I was taking the pictures I noticed a broken band of leather with metal, and moved closer to inspect it. A collar, a slave collar, and I knew the type. The victim was one of "The Dominatrix" girls. A retired villainess that went semi legit building an empire on the sex trade. Movies, internet pages, magazines and really high class escorts, you name it, and all squeaky clean. I thought the whole thing could have been a vengeance against her, or maybe someone trying to blackmail her to get part of her empire. She used to be and still is very protective of her girls.

Reaching to my utility belt, I grabbed one of my evidence kits and put the collar inside the plastic bag, as I knelt there to make one final sweep with my eyes. Then all things went to hell - I felt the weapon's hammer before it discharged and rolled to cover behind a dumpster, barely avoiding the gunfire.

"Come out here, you pansy! All you costumed freaks are nothing but..."

The thug fell backwards as a small disk broke his nose, right as I started a charge, using my shield for cover. Couldn't help but smile as the bullets bounced after hitting the shield. I saw there were three thugs. One on the floor holding his face, one reloading his gun and the other firing a SMG. Obviously he was the lucky one. I slammed him hard with the shield making him stumble and then hit him as hard as I could with a right hook. I felt how his jaw shattered as he fell unconscious to the ground.

Before the other could aim his gun at me, I turned around and kicked him hard in the middle of his torso, taking all the air from his lungs. One hit and he joined his pal, dreaming.

That left the bloody nosed one. I just calmly took my disk and put it with the other seven on my belt, and then grabbed him by his shirt, forcefully pushing him towards a wall.

"Now you'll be a good thug and tell me who sent you, right?" I smiled, confident. In the four years I had as a costumed crime fighter, or hero if you prefer, I came to be known as a sort of boy scout, using just enough force to stop the criminals and quite patient. Let's face it; my frame was far from imposing at just 5'7'' so I rather talked them over than try to scare them.

The thug looked at me and then at his fallen comrades, before gulping. The fresh blood was soaking my right gauntlet as he seemed to be considering his options. And his nose would be crooked after this night if he didn't go to a good doctor.

"Alright alright... we just got told to kill any 'cape' stupid enough to come here tonight"

That was wrong, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck raising up as the realization sank in. I was being expected - this was a trap and I walked right into it.

The sound of the rocket boots made me turn around immediately as I saw her, in her dark grey and blue armor: Nicole Thomas, Hawker Hunter, the daughter of the previous Condor, the second one... that sadistic bastard who soiled the good name of one of the first Chilean heroes. And she was very much like her father.

"Ah so nice of you to have come tonight..." came the distorted voice from her helmet. “Tonight you'll pay for killing dad and will suffer my vengeance."

Did all villains have to go to some melodramatic posturing school or something? I just got my shield into the best possible covering position when I heard her laugh and then pain... the whole alley was rigged with electric emitters, she was going to electrocute me unless...

And that was the last I remember from that night.

Former superhero Francisca Verdugo recalls how she was captured and transformed from a young man to a sexy woman, and how to the world the hero Condor disappeared and is presumed K.I.A.

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My head was pounding. It was not like a hangover, this felt different. My whole body ached. I tried to sit on the bed and was startled to find my wrist and ankles secured by metal restrains, built into the bed or slab. I remembered then, the ambush.

I lifted my head and noticed that my belt, boots and gauntlets were removed, but I was still wearing my costume. This was odd. I had fought Hawker Hunter many times, and she always tried hard to kill me. Capturing made no sense. Unless she planned to torture me, I realized with horror.

I had to find a way to escape, so I began looking around the room. It seemed small, but there were many hints of hi-tech equipment. One of those consoles probably controlled the restrains, so no luck there.

The door opened at that moment, right behind me. I could hear the heavy steps of the power armor, and behind that the distinctive click of someone wearing high heels.

"I see that you are finally awake. Good. I have been waiting to tell you exactly how I'll make you pay for humiliating and killing my father"

Hawker Hunter stood in front me, wearing her full armor that completely covered her body. I was damn sure she was smiling under her helmet.

"It is not my fault he had a heart attack while fighting me... He could have surrendered... and I tried to take him to the Hospital, it was too late"

I saw her tense for a moment but then she surprised me by laughing.

"You can claim any excuse you want, but nothing will save you. So far I have not been able to kill you, but then I realized that killing you was just too quick... too easy on you. No, what I really want is to destroy you, to make every single moment of your life a living hell. And that is exactly what will happen."

I watched her walk from side to side of the room and then click something on her left gauntlet. The bed started moving, lifting the side where my head was and lowering the one with my legs, until it stopped, close to 75 degrees.

"The solution is quite simple, really. Thanks to my new... associate, I have exactly what I need." She moved closer to me and grabbed my chin with her armored hand. "You will become a she-male bimbo whore, quite ready to please anyone in front of you, but the most important part of this... deep down, you will still be the same man you are now, and completely unable to tell anyone about it, or fight what will happen to you. Maybe I'll hire you so you can entertain my troops. I can even record it"

"You are insane. How do you think you can do that? You are just projecting your own insecuri..." The backhand almost made me pass out. The pain was intense and it made me feel very dizzy. The coppery taste of my own blood filled my mouth as I checked with my tongue. Luckily no broken teeth.

Then the second person came into view. The first thing I saw were her latex boots, smooth, black and reaching to the middle of her thighs. Below them there was a dark red latex catsuit, a very tight black corset framing her waist and finally long black gloves. A black mask covered her face and her long dark hair was arranged in a high pony tail. The Dominatrix. Despite being just a couple of years from reaching half a century she was still in great shape.

She stood in front of me and shook her head, gently caressing my face where Hawker Hunter had struck.

"There is no need for such acts... partner" She briefly turned to look at Hawker Hunter and then looked back at me. "Now you, my dear. You can fight this as much as you want, but I'm very good at psychic surgery. I can remake your personality in any way I want. And for your body? I have the perfect treatment to... improve you. You will soon have a body to die for, my dear girl"

At that moment I became really scared. This woman could get inside my mind and do as she pleased, turn me into her puppet if she wanted. Sure my training would let me resist for a while, but I had no idea how much time I'd be in her clutches, and I knew it was just a matter of time.

"You... you can't do that... you... you are retired... I... I don't want to be a woman..."

Hawker Hunter pushed The Dominatrix aside and stood right in front of me "You will never be a woman, idiot... just a she-male slut!" As she said that I noticed a flare of anger in the other woman's eyes. There was some tension between them, but I honestly didn't have a clue on how to use that to my advantage or to escape.

The Dominatrix put a hand over Hunter's shoulder and spoke firmly "I'll explain to our subject here what HER future holds. As we agreed, you will let me work on this and not interfere."

Hawker Hunter turned slowly to regard the latex-clad woman challenging her. "Three months for the first results... or our deal is off." Then she headed to the door and left us alone.

"Let's see what we have to work with." I looked at the woman in front of me as she uttered those words and began to examine me, looking intently at my body. "Average build... on the slender side too, good. It will make the process far easier. The waist will need some corset training but it is a good start, yes. And finally your features... hmmm, yes, I don't think you'll need too much surgery, the hormones will be more than enough. Still... I'm not writing off any possible retouch to make you as beautiful as possible."

"Why.... why are you doing this?"

She looked into my eyes for a long time. I almost thought they looked a bit sad. "Because I have to. Her crude methods would have probably killed you during the transformation. I'm going to make sure that you will survive and be as perfect as possible. In a way, I'm saving your life, girl... remember that."

Former superhero Francisca Verdugo recalls how she was captured and transformed from a young man to a sexy woman, and how to the world the hero Condor disappeared and is presumed K.I.A.

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Of course the cell was bright pink. Subtlety was not one of Hawker Hunter's virtues, if she even had one. After our first meeting I was moved by her thugs - more like paramilitary unit - and her robots to this cell. At least I was allowed the dignity of my uniform.

The cell had a surprisingly comfortable bed, a vanity desk and a private bathroom. This was not Nicole's style. Dominatrix may have specified a few things. I just sat alone in bed, waiting for my captors. The soldiers would not be a problem, but the blasted robots - There was no way for me to take them without my shield, so I was forced to bide my time.

At that moment The Dominatrix came into the room and frowned, clearly displeased by the bright pink decoration, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. Then I noticed there was another woman behind her. A 6 foot something tall blonde, dressed as a chauffeur, with a black hat, long hair in a braided pony tail, and a tight black uniform. Her mini skirt displayed her wonderful legs. It was obvious that she was more than a chauffeur; she was also a bodyguard. Probably super powered.

The Dominatrix looked at me, taking some deep breaths to calm herself. "Well girl, here is where your journey begins." She made a gesture towards her companion, lifting her right hand and directing her towards the vanity.

The chauffeur moved, carrying an unusually big suitcase. She silently set it over the desk and then opened it; cold streams came from it as it revealed the interior. Many vials and a special syringe pistol, all properly refrigerated. She then turned to me and crossed her arms.

I remained silent, just glaring at them. My mind was trying to come up with as many possible escape plans as possible, and then discarded them when the obvious flaws became evident.

"I know you are thinking about escaping, girl. Please don't even try it. Chloe here is very fast and strong. Not to mention I can just get in your head and shut your motor control off, leaving you paralyzed, like a very conscious and helpless statue."

God, I hated psychics. I hated being helpless. I just nodded to her words. Yes, she was right, and the smug smile on the chauffeur girl, told me I made the right decision by waiting.

"Now, strip. You won't need that uniform again. Your new clothes will be provided as you show more progress." The Dominatrix paused, looking at the room. "But I'll provide them myself, my... colleague seems to have a lack of taste, but we'll have to do with what we have... for now."

I hesitated, obviously. Not just because I was going to be naked in front of two of my captors, but about exposing my face. It seemed quite silly at the time, worrying about my secret identity when they were about to completely destroy and change it.

I stood up and took what remained of my costume off. Despite all that was happening and what was about to happen, I kept a defiant look. Still they both appeared to miss that and just nodded in approval.

"Good girl, you'll learn that cooperating will make things better for you, maybe even pleasurable in due time." The latex clad woman gave a nod to her bodyguard, and the tall blond woman prepared the vials with the syringe.

"You will get the first dose of the special feminization process. Since you have no powers to interfere with it, things should work really fast. Let me give you a rundown, so you'll know what to expect."

She walked around me, looking at my body, and towering over me. She was taller than me, and her high heels gave her an edge. Still not as tall as her bodyguard.

"Your skin will soften, all these scars on your upper arms, and your back will fade. Your skin will be unmarred. In a week or so you should expect to see some breast growth as well. Eventually your body will stop producing and reacting to male hormones, and will start producing female ones."

"Why the fuck are you telling me this? Getting some kind of perverted high by describing what you are going to do to me? Or maybe just trying to scare me?"

The chauffeur, Chloe, tensed and took a step towards me, just as The Dominatrix stood in front of me.

"No my dear, I'm telling you because I expect your cooperation. I want you to participate in this process enthusiastically. It would be really easy for me to just bypass your mental defenses. Quite good ones I may add, but lacking against me. I could just make you a puppet, permanently craving for someone's commands. But what would be the fun in that?"

"Why would you care? You'll turn me into a bimbo in the end anyway... might as well do it now, and get this over with." It was a lost battle, and I knew it. My surrender or not would not change the outcome, so I might as well end the charade on my terms.

Chloe moved closer and grabbed my right wrist using one of her hands. The steel like grip confirmed that she was super strong. She then moved to grab my left wrist and held both my hands behind my back. "You should show a little more respect towards Mistress, girl. She is giving you options. She did not have to force me to become hers. And if you cooperate, you may find that your future is not as bad as..." there was a long pause and the tall woman took a deep breath "...her partner desires."

"Respect? You are going to destroy my life just because that psycho wants to punish me for something I didn't do, and you want me to show respect?" I couldn't stand it anymore so I shifted the weight of my body and made Chloe trip and fall forward. Instead of angry she just laughed and squeezed her hand, making the grip quite painful.

"You still have fighting spirit in you. That's good, girl... but you need to learn which battles are worth fighting." As she said this I felt how she easily lifted my body with only one hand. Stupid. It was a stupid move trying to escape from her. Maybe with my shield and gauntlets I could tire her and even stun her. Bare handed... naked? That was stupid, letting my desperation get the best out of me.

***

The Dominatrix gave a nod to Chloe and I felt the sting of the syringe gun on my right arm. It was done. My body was going to start changing soon.

"See dear? That wasn't so bad. Now we can't keep you naked. Chloe, please help our girl here with her first corset."

No hope, no way to physically overpower Chloe. And then Dominatrix. Her powers and capabilities were well documented twenty years ago, and they said it would only grow stronger as time and experience were on her side. But she was not directly using them. Why? There was something in this whole picture I was missing.

Chloe stood behind me and wrapped a shiny purple corset around my waist and then began to lace it. I was looking down as my waist got squeezed and given me a more feminine appearance. I noticed that the corset had some garter belts hanging down. Still it all looked quite silly on my flat chest.

"It is great that you keep your body hairless, girl. That tight suit right?" Chloe asked and I just nodded. It was hard to breath as she kept squeezing the corset.

Dominatrix was just standing in front of us, observing. Then she moved close to me, handing me some pink silky panties. I slid the panties over my legs, without protesting. It was just some clothes item, nothing more. I would not let a piece of fabric have any effect on me.

"I'm glad you are being more cooperative now. It would be a shame to use harsher methods. You may ask whatever you want, girl."

"How did you acquire this 'special treatment' as you call it? You were not known for performing physical changes."

I saw her smile at that. It was hard to tell with her latex mask on, but it seemed pleased.

"Very perceptive. It was developed for Chloe."

I felt Chloe's grip on my corseted waist tighten. "My body is impervious to all types of damage... or attempts at alteration. Made regular HRT useless with me. Thankfully this treatment worked quite nicely."

With that, Chloe kneeled behind me and guided me to lift my left leg as she slid a pink hose, securing it at the top with the garter clips from the corset and then repeated the same action on my right leg. They felt kind of nice over my legs, I must admit, but still made me feel silly and uneasy.

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Notes:

Not entirely satisfied with the chapter, but it is needed to set the stage for the upcoming ones.

Many thanks to Minikisa for her support and editing, and to those reading my first story.

Former superhero Francisca Verdugo recalls how she was captured and transformed from a young man to a sexy woman, and how to the world the hero Condor disappeared and is presumed K.I.A.

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It took just a couple of days for me to start noticing changes. My nipples were itching and became sore at the slightest of touches. The changes were happening and I could just wonder how fast, or what possible negative effects they may have on my body.

Worst of all. I was left alone for an entire week. I just got some new sets of lingerie to wear and some heels. First day after the shot I tried to go without clothes. Big mistake. Whoever was monitoring me turned the room freezing cold and only once I accepted to put the lingerie on did it return to a normal and pleasant temperature. And then there was the damn corset. I had no way to reach behind me to loosen it up, and it was making it very hard for me to inhale in anything but shallow breaths.

Dominatrix and Chloe returned the next week with some papers for me to study. How to apply makeup. Wonderful. Just what I needed. Besides that and getting another shot of her treatment i was kept alone. It felt like I would lose my mind. I was bored.

In the middle of what I think was the second week, they started some classes. And everything was so repetitive. And after the second shot I noticed how my chest was getting a bit puffy and my legs and arms looked thinner and were slowly losing some of the muscle definition.

***

I was sitting in front of the mirror, quietly applying makeup. The reflection was so strange and puzzling. It was my face, I could still see it. But that was also a woman's face. It has softened and paired with my weight loss, thanks to the constant use of the corset and diet, this new face had thinner appearance, a completely new quality to it. And she was pretty.

It had been two months or so since I was captured. My body had already changed so much. My hair was growing fast, already reaching below my shoulders and styled by Chloe in a feminine way. My breasts were still growing, and it was quite a new experience to close my eyes and feel their weight. I was going to reach a C cup in the coming weeks. My waist was now so small, even without the corset. My figure was decisively feminine. My hips and butt had filled up too.

The time was spent learning how to apply makeup, how to walk and move, about clothing and accessorizing. Dominatrix and Chloe instructed me, guided me. And during this time I got quite a surprise when my voice changed too. Chloe told me it was part of the effects of the treatment developed to help her.

Admittedly, this wouldn't have been so bad if not for the clothes. Seems Hawker Hunter wanted me to look like a living Barbie doll. And of course, the looming threat of my mind being wrecked. That was really puzzling me. Why would Dominatrix take so much time teaching me how to behave, instead of just doing it?

It is not like she couldn't. I tried to attack her during my third week. That didn't go well at all. She showed me exactly how she could trap my mind inside my body. It was like being on the backseat of my own body while someone else was moving it, yet I was able to feel everything. Even today, I still shudder at the thought of going against her.

Maybe she was changing me, without me noticing. How could anyone detect a psychic putting thoughts in their mind? At this point I was not exactly accepting of the changes, but knew there was nothing I could do to stop them, at least the physical ones. My body was becoming more and more foreign but the thing that terrified me the most was losing my mind. I just couldn't be sure if the friendlier exterior presented by Dominatrix was real, or just a way to manipulate me.

I turned to the door, hoping to see my two captors. They were the only human contact I had for all this time. I didn’t count Hawker Hunter. She was a monster, not a human.

***

"...and then he screamed that I was breaking his arm. I swear those guys deserved far worse than just being tossed out."

She gave me a satisfied look and leaned back on her chair, her blond hair hanging loose and her driver's cap on the desk. Chloe kept trying to engage me in small talk, telling me about her odd jobs before meeting Dominatrix.

I just stared at her, shaking my head. It was hard to reconcile that she was part of all of this, yet tried to be friendly.

"Why are you doing this? Why try to be my friend when in the end my personality will be taken from me... or imprisoned, whatever."

She tensed up and looked at me seriously before letting out a sigh.

"Because I want to know you, and Mistress wants to know more about you. Who knows, maybe after this is over she will take you to be one of her video stars." At that she gave me a wide and hungry grin. It was obvious that my new appearance was to her liking.

"I don't really want any of this, and it won't change. I just can't understand how you two got involved and why are you forcing this on me... you of all people should know what it feels to be in a body that you don't belong to."

I saw her getting serious and looking as if my words had cut her deep. She shook her head and leaned closer to me, barely whispering.

"Because the alternative was letting Facemaker do the physical changes, girl. Mistress just couldn't let that happen and decided to make the transition as painless and effective as it was for me."

I just sat there speechless. The Facemaker was a grade A sadist, often operating on criminals to change their look, or creating bizarre experiments. Just the idea of having her near me, operating, shaping my flesh, mutilating me with those four spider-like mechanical arms that came from the middle of her back and were filled with scalpels and surgical instruments on the tip, was enough to make me nauseous.

Chloe saw my reaction and her face softened. She came to me, wrapping one of her strong arms around my smaller frame.

"Neither of us could have let that happen to you... even if it means we would be the ones changing you. But remember, everything my Mistress does, comes with an option... a decision for you to make. Just make the wise ones."

I welcomed her embrace, her closeness, I had not felt a friendly gesture in what felt an like an eternity. I noticed how my body was aching for any small display of affection, and I had to hug her back, my breasts pressing against hers.

"Yet you will still make me a bimbo for that psycho..."

At that moment the door opened and Dominatrix came in with a sour face, not wearing her mask this time.

"I swear this woman is an idiot." she said looking curiously at Chloe holding me tight and caressing my head. She shook her head and moved in front of me with a strange concerned look.

"You are dead, now... officially." She took a breath "Hawker Hunter made an announcement yesterday night, hacking National Television and displaying your costume and shield as trophies, claiming to have ended your life. So far all agencies are considering the claims true and you are now considered K.I.A."

For the second time that day I couldn't find any words. There was always the hope that with my disappearance some friends would look for me. Cazadora, Caupolican, Tralka, Anemona, Puma. Anyone. But with them thinking I was dead, all hopes for a rescue party vanished. And escaping on my own still seemed impossible. Unless there was a way to use the obvious dislike, almost veering on hatred, they felt for Hawker Hunter to get their help.

"She was in a big fight in New York today. Seems she wanted to brag and immediately a full squadron of heroes formed to fight her. Her armor was damaged, so we won't see her for a while. Thankfully. But now she left us only with her mechanical guards."

Dominatrix was not telling me the whole story. I later found out that the psycho bitch managed to took more than a dozen heroes down with her armor before being forced to retreat. Thankfully none suffered fatal injuries, but she cemented her position as a higher threat.