The Birth Of Tanya

The Birth Of Tanya

It happened so fast that Jeremy didn't even have time to react. He was walking down a fairly deserted street on his way to a club he had heard about. The women are hot and loose, is what they said. Quietly, an unmarked white van drove up behind him. He barely heard the engine when they got up next to him. 

He looked up at a figure dressed in black with a black mask and gloves. The person put something against his face, and he blacked out. When he awoke, he was sitting in a room that was very dark. There was a glowing big box in front of him that was humming. Wires where connected from the box to himself. He realized he was wearing a cap of some kind that was connected to his head.

Looking to his right, he saw a beautiful blonde haired woman. She was naked and standing up, but motionless. Her eyes were shut, and she appeared to be propped up somehow. He couldn't get a good look at her. "What the hell am I doing here," he yelled? Get me out of here."

He heard a voice. "My apologies Mr Phillips. May I call you Jeremy?"

"Who are you?" he looked around to find a face to go with the voice, but he saw nothing. He noticed a window on his right, but he couldn't make out any figures behind that window.

"Who I am is not as important as why you're here. I'm afraid I must apologize to you for bringing you here under rather unfortunate circumstances, but our company was in a bind."

"What company?"

"We cater to a very elite clientele. People who would rather not die and have the money to ensure that it doesn't happen."

He laughed. "That's ridiculous. That's like something out of a science-fiction movie. Why am I really here?"

"Laugh all you want, but I'm afraid it's true. We clone human bodies, but we need time for the bodies to grow completely. That body next to you is the result of one year of growth. We have to perfect the process. When the soul gets transferred into the body, it needs to age regularly, and this is something we have perfected. It can't be rushed any quicker than a year."

"Okay, so what if it's true? What does that have to do with me?"

We had a client to come to us for a rebirth. This would be his third time with us. He's one of our oldest clients.

Jeremy's jaw dropped. "How long have you been doing this?"

"It's been a while," the voice said smugly. "Suffice it to say, our customer had expectations, and one of our engineers bungled the order and gave us the body you see next to you. We couldn't get a male body in time, and his soul only has so much time before we lose it."

He strained to look at the female body next to him, she was naked. She had rather impressive features, including Double D size breasts, from the looks of her, she had a nice ass. She looked like the kind of woman that would be out of his league. "The body looks fine to me."

"I'm glad you said that, Mr Phillips. Maybe this doesn't have to be such a bad experience after all." 

"What does that mean," he asked nervously? 

"Well you see, we are going to take your body and give it to our client. That much has been decided. Our teams have been roaming the streets for 48 hours trying to find somebody, and you fit the bill perfectly."

"I won't do it," he protested. "You can't get away with this."

The man laughed. "You're in no position to disagree with anything, Mister Phillips. We are going to take your body, whether you agree to it or not. However, we have an opportunity for you."

"What opportunity," he asked skeptically? He didn't like where this conversation was going.

"You see, the beautiful body next to yours won't last very long without a soul in it. In fact, there are no clients on our list looking for a body quite like hers, so we might have to dispose of her, but that's where you come in."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh its simple, Mr Phillips. We're taking your body whether you like it or not. You can either fade away to wherever your soul is headed, or you can enter this body and live out her life."

"I won't live life as a woman. That's ridiculous."

"Hear me out. You may like the terms."

"Our client is a rich man. When you make a deposit for your next body, we establish a bank account for that individual. We establish legal documents. It's all on the up-and-up in the eyes of the law. She's got a bank account, and there is over 1 million dollars in it. She's got a condominium in the good part of town, she's got an extensive wardrobe and she's got a job. She's a receptionist, but it pays well. She starts work on Monday."

Jeremy laughed nervously. "No way. I'm not going to live my life as a woman."

"A financially solvent woman. From what we gleaned from your wallet, you don't do so well. You've kind of bungled your life, and it's just getting started. Our client will live the life of Jeremy Phillips in a much more successful manner than you ever could."

"But it's my life. I won't give it up," he protested. "I'm not living life as a woman."

"Suit yourself, Jeremy." He hit a switch and a buzzing sound was heard. Jeremy's head started feeling funny. 

"No, wait. I'll do it. I'll take her body," he began to sweat and was in a panic.

"A wise decision, Mr Phillips," The voice replied smugly. "Just relax. It will be over soon."

Jeremy woke up in a dimly lit room. His body was tingling all over as he was laying in bed. "Hello, he yelled, hearing a feminine voice come out of his mouth."

"Miss Wilson, glad you are awake," came the voice. "We have your ID and all your information in your purse. We picked out clothing for you to wear. Put it on and wait. Our people will be in there shortly to transfer you."

"Can't I just walk out of here?"

"I'm afraid not, Tanya. That would put our whole organization at risk. Don't worry, we will see you to your condo. Everything you'll need to go about your life will be there."

Tanya set up on the bed, looking down at her breasts. She had never seen them from this perspective before. She began gently squeezing them, and her body felt tingles. Her groin area was reacting to the touch. "Oh shit," she said to herself. "Is this real?"

She reached between her legs, gently fingering her neatly trimmed pussy, and the feelings were unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She looked around the room. "There must be something here."

Sitting on the white stand next to the bed was a vibrator. She grabbed it and turned it on, gently massaging her clit and feeling pleasure unlike she had ever experienced before. Something was coming over her, and she didn't fight it. Soon, she was exploring her pussy with the vibrator and having an orgasm. 

She wanted to keep going, but the voice came over the PA system. "I'm glad you like your new body, Miss Wilson, but you to need get dressed."

She was embarrassed. She sat the vibrator on the stand and grabbed the nude panty and bra set, jeans and lavender blouse that were provided for her. The jeans hugged her hips and ass in the right way, and she was looking at her backside. Her breasts filled out her blouse nicely. On the floor was a pair of sandals.

No sooner had she gotten dressed than somebody dressed in black with a mask on came towards her. "You don't have to," she began to say, but the figure grabbed her and put something against her face.

Tanya was laying on a couch in a rather nicely decorated condominium when she opened her eyes. She stood up. "I must be dreaming," she muttered to herself. The voice that came out of her mouth told her she wasn't.

She looked in the bathroom, which was decorated in pastel pink. There were towels and other essentials. The bathtub also had a shower nozzle. It looked nice enough.

She walked into a bedroom, which looked like the guest bedroom. It had a nice bed and a dresser. 'I wonder how much this place costs," she muttered to herself?

She went into the master bedroom. There was a big queen size bed. The pinks were brighter. The bed had nice sheets on it that looked comfortable. There was a makeup desk with a full-length mirror and lights above it. "Oh that's right," she said to herself. "I've got to learn how to do makeup."

She opened the closet door to find that it was a walk in. They weren't kidding when they said there were clothes. There were dresses, skirt outfits, pant suits and plenty of lingerie to relax in. There were also rows of shoes of many types. "Oh my God," she said, feeling a tingle. The idea of dressing up in these clothes appealed to her body at least. She was still getting used to the thought.

There was a bathroom with a very nice sauna tub that could be used for a shower. Various hygiene products were there along with lotions and that kind of thing.

She sat on the bed. Instinctively, she opened the bed stand drawer. Her mouth opened when she saw the contents. There was lube, a couple of nice vibrators, bigger dildos, and even a strap-on. They were butt plugs as well.

Her body tingled, and without much thought, she removed her clothing. She sat on the bed with a big eight inch neon pink dildo and vibrator. The closet door opposite the bed had a mirror, and she lowered herself on her dildo, taking it into her ass while she begin rubbing the vibrator outside her pussy. This was intense for Tanya. 

The part in her mind that was still Jeremy didn't understand why he would want to do this, but her body was speaking another language. She bounced up and down on the dildo, stretching her ass. Rubbing her clit with her vibrator, leading to a powerful orgasm. How long she was playing with her toys, she didn't know. She collapsed on the bed with the vibrator running in her pussy and the dildo still in her ass.

She composed yourself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She was a little ashamed of herself.

She walked back into the living room and noticed some papers on the kitchen table. There were instructions on where she needed to go to work, what her job was and other vital information. 

There were headphones, a flash drive and a note, telling her that she could watch the videos on the flash drive to become more comfortable with her body.

It said hyper-sexualized body, and she stopped and pondered that for a moment. "What the hell did that mean?"

She went back to the instructions. Two pages in, it mentioned that her body was hyper-sexualized, supposedly by mistake. She took immense pleasure in having sex and might have overwhelming sexual cravings. It was written as a warning. "What kind of twisted fucks are these people," she muttered to herself? 

She had a laptop on her makeup desk, and she put the flash drive into it and the headphones synchronized with the laptop. There were hypnosis videos, but it was more than that. It was like her body had been programmed to receive this information. There was female etiquette, protocol and makeup. Images flashed on the screen, and then there were instruction videos that she watched intently. The content was hours long, and before she knew it, it was time for bed.

She had the most intense dream, being tied down and raped. It also led to her squirting herself awake. "Oh my God," she sat up in bed. "What the hell is happening to me?" 

She did her best to get sleep, but the morning came quickly. She took a break for a warm bubble bath and set down at her makeup table. It was amazing how effortless doing her makeup was. She reached for a bra and panty set. Her closet had several pant suits, and she grabbed a blue one. She moved the contents from the purse she had brought with her and put them into a blue purse. After checking her makeup in the mirror again and fixing her red lipstick, she headed out the door.

She was a receptionist for one of the bigger office buildings in there city. It was basic work. People came in and asked for directions, and she helped them. There were times when she escorted people where they needed to go as a personal touch for the company. The work wasn't too difficult and it paid well, which she realized when she got her first check.

One thing Tanya learned was how it was to be an attractive woman in the city. Guys were staring at her, no matter what she wore. Even if she wasn't dressing up fancy, they were checking out her ass or her breasts. When she dressed up a little bit prettier, she got lewd comments. Even the occasional woman smiled at her in such a way that she knew they were attracted to her. She liked that idea.

At home, her vibrators and her dildos got regular use as she couldn't seem to get enough of that. She had started wearing a butt plug to work sometimes, just because it helped dim her urges a little bit. It was one day when she thought she saw a ghost. Walking up to the desk was her. That is to say, it was Jeremy Phillips. She looked over at her colleague, "Steve, do you mind if I step away for a moment? I need to talk to this person."

"Go ahead, Tanya. I'll cover for you," he smiled. Steve, like most of the guys, was very attracted to Tanya. He thought there might even be a chance because she talked to him during their lunch breaks.

"You," she said to Jeremy, who was smiling.

"Now don't get mad," he said as he took her hand. "Come outside with me. I'll explain everything."

The road was busy, people were walking up and down the streets. It was a typical weekday in the city. She stared at him, anger in her eyes. "Go ahead, explain why you had to have me abducted." 

He put his hands up and shook his head. "I didn't. The company botched this whole deal."

"Yeah right," she rolled her eyes.

"Really," he nodded. "Look, my wife Susan was sick. I wanted her to use the program so we could still be together. I even made arrangements for the body that you're in now. I was healthy, and I was willing to end that life to be with her again if she didn't want to be my granddaughter for a while." 

"That sounds sick," Tanya said, repulsed by the idea. 

"She said the same thing," he frowned. "Playing God and all that stuff. I told her, if I hadn't played God, we never would have met and had 50 years together. I didn't want it to end, but she said that it was unnatural. She wanted no part of it."

"So the body that was left there for her?"

"They were going to be disposed of it." He wiped a tear from his eye, feeling the loss of his beloved wife. "Anyway, where it gets complicated is the company was advised that I wasn't ending my life, although I wanted to. The body being cloned for me was not needed. It was earmarked for somebody else, and the genetic code they wanted was implanted into it." 

*I don't like any of this," her face went red with disgust. "Playing God and manipulating things like this. It's repulsive."

"Anyway, I had a heart attack, and I died. I was ready to end it. Three lifetimes is enough for me without the one I love. I was ready to answer to God for my crimes. That's what she said would happen to me," he wiped a tear. 

"Well, dragging people off the street and stealing their bodies," she snapped.

"Was not my idea. I swear. However, I had paid for five lifetimes, so they were prepared to honor the deal. They had nobody for me, and I'm not interested in living life as a woman. So, they grabbed somebody off the street, which I knew nothing about."

"Me, they grabbed me," she snapped back, wanting to wrap her hands around his throat. 

"Which I knew nothing about," he insisted. "I never would have done that. I was ready to die, but they made the decision without my input. I wasn't here to say anything."

"So me being a woman?"

"Not my idea, but I have to admit I'm happy to see her again. You're the spitting image of my wife at 20 years old. He put his hand against her face, and she tingled at his touch. I want to kiss you."

"Please don't," she tried to resist, but he moved in, putting his lips against hers and putting his tongue in her mouth.

Something stirred inside of Tanya at that moment, but she tried to fight it. "I'm a woman now because of you, and my body was perfectly fine the way it was."

"I know," he smiled. "You were in great shape. I had a physical. And I might add, you were rather nicely endowed down there, so thank you for that too." 

She slapped him in the face. "You bastard."

"I probably deserved that, but I'd still like to get to know you, if you'd let me."

"I need to go back to work." She turned to walk back into the building. 

"Coffee," he said. "Meet me for coffee."

"Why should I," she turned her head?

"Because you're curious about what makes me tick. You want to know why all this is happening. You want to know more about the man who has changed your life this way."

She shook her head. "No I don't." The doorman opened the door.

"Fair enough. I'll leave now, and you'll never see me again. You'll never have the answers. You'll never..."

"Fine," she interrupted. "Coffee at the building on the corner. Noon."

"Great, I'll see you there, Tanya."

The two sat down for coffee.  Jeremy told her that his name was Gerald Baker. In his original life, he was born in the 1800s, and the program, as far as he knew, started back in England before the original ship's sailed for America to colonize it. He found out about it by accident on his deathbed. 

A college friend who was involved with the program told him about it and that his life could be extended. His wealth could be transferred and he would start with the advantages his life had at the moment. "How could I resist that," he asked asked?

"I don't know," she sipped her coffee. "No would have been a good answer. I mean, why play God? There is something better on the other side for us anyway." 

"That's what my wife said, and I understand now. I wouldn't have taken this life if I could have stopped them, and you'd still be living your normal life, I promise you." He reached down and grabbed Tanya's hand.

"Yeah, I bet you're just trying to say that to get closer to me," she shifted in her chair, feeling her panties getting wet from arousal.

"Not at all," he lifted her hand up to kiss it. "I didn't want this, but it's happening. And the least I can do is help give you a better life."

"I've got a decent life for what it is," she responded flippantly. "The job pays well. You set me up in a nice condo, money in the bank if I want to make a big change in my life." 

He squeezed her hand. "Yeah, but are you happy? I mean, truly happy? Do you want to work the rest of your life? Wouldn't you rather see the world? I can make that happen." 

"So you are coming on to me," she eyed him suspiciously?

"Maybe, but there's something about you I like. Something about your spirit. I don't deny that the fact that you look like my wife helps, but I'd like to get to know you better. I'd like to go on a date with you."

"You just want to fuck me," she said. "That's all there is to it."

"There is that," he replied. "I would definitely like to have sex with you. Over," he kiss her hand, "and over again." He kissed her hand again.

"If all you want to do is get your rocks off, we can go into the bathroom stall and do it."

"I'm game if you're game," he said with a smile. 

Her mouth flew open. "You're serious?" 

"Yeah," he grinned. "My wife was an amazing lover, but she didn't want to do anything like that. I'd love to have the experience. Besides, you're the one who suggested it."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her moistening pussy betraying her. She wanted it.

"I know you're thinking about it," he smiled. "My wife would think about it too, but she'd never do something like this. Will you?"

She stood up and walked towards the bathroom, looking back at him.

She entered the ladies room, looking to see if anybody was in any of the stalls. They were empty. He came through the door. "Lock it behind you," she said.

"I'm afraid this can only be a quickie," she said. "If it's locked too long, somebody will complain and we might get in trouble." 

"That's the risk we take," he said as he removed his pants, revealing his hard seven inch cock. She removed her blue panties. The two embraced in a kiss. 

"You're so beautiful," he said as he put his hand up her skirt, bringing up his other hand and unsnapping her bra. He began fondling her breasts as they kissed.

"You move fast," she said as she reached down between his legs.

He felt her squeezing his cock. "So do you."

She got down between his legs and begin sucking him as she looked up at him. It was a bit creepy looking into the eyes of her former body, but all she could think about was the cock in her mouth. 

When she was satisfied that he was hard enough, she leaned over the sink and hiked up her pencil skirt. "You're the first woman I've been with since my wife," he said as he positioned his cock against her pussy from behind.

"Me too," she said as she look back at him. He leaned in for a kiss. He began thrusting gently into her at first, but she wanted it deeper. She began pushing back and moaning. The feelings of pleasure were intense in her body. 

The way Tanya's body talked spoke to Jeremy's. "Just like my wife," he thought to himself as he kept trusting in, feeling the warm, wet and tight sensation of her sweet love box. He lasted as long as he could, which might have been 10 minutes. It might have been a good thing as somebody had already tried to open the door and it was locked.

With a grunt and a moan, he exploded inside of her pussy with his bare cock, filling her with his seed.

The two kissed and embraced. "I want to see you again," he said.

"My place tonight," she replied. "I have a feeling you know where that is."

"I do," he kissed her as they both got dressed. "I'll see you there tonight at 8?"

"8 is fine," she replied with a smile. "7 would be better."

"7 it is." He turned and walked out the door as she watched him.

Inside of her, the part that was Jeremy was seething. "How could you give in to that. What's wrong with you?" He was mad at himself, but his body betrayed him. His body felt the desire. 

The two might have talked for an hour after Jeremy got to her place. They found that they had a few things in common and looked at life in a similar way. The rest of the time was spent having hot, steamy sex between the sheets. Nothing was off-limits to Jeremy, who had a voracious sexual appetite. He made use of all three of her holes, and they slept together.

This became a common theme during the rest of the week. Sex in various positions, and Tanya loved every minute of it as much as Jeremy did. What she wasn't expecting was the news she would get a few weeks later. She was pregnant.

Being from the older generation, Jeremy seized on the opportunity to propose marriage to her. "You don't have to give up your life. You can work, do whatever you want. But, I would like you to be my wife and have my babies."

"What makes you think I want to have your babies?"

"I just know that you do. Will you marry me and become Mrs Tanya Phillips?"

"You realize that I'm having my own baby," she eyed him skeptically?"

"Don't overthink it." He kissed her. "In another manner of speaking, you are continuing your family line. Your old body will be the daddy, and you'll be the mommy. He rubbed her belly. I look forward to every minute of it."

"Did your wife have kids?"

He shook his head. "No, she couldn't. I always wanted to, and I guess I like the idea of being the father of your children."

"You really want to be with me for the rest of my life?" 

"I do. I think we can have a lot of fun together and make wonderful memories, and our kids will want for nothing."

She wrapped her arms around him. "Then yes, I'll marry you."