Trial and Error: A Gender Transformation Bimbo Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Vincent is unhappy with his life. He works hard, but sees little reward other than contributing to greater scientific knowledge as a lab technician and assistant at a private research laboratory. But all that changes when he is given an opportunity that could alter his life forever.

The research taking place at his lab involves gender transformation investigations at the genetic level. DNA is getting changed in test subjects at the cellular level. But for the research to continue, the scientists must make the leap from animal test subjects to humans, but the lab owners are hesitant to begin human trials until there is proof the procedure won’t hurt anyone.

That is where Vincent comes in. He is selected to be the first human to undergo the procedure was a proof of concept. But Vincent soon finds out he is in far over his head. This procedure not only alters his DNA, but it changes who he is to his very core. It turns him into a bimbo.

Will Vincent ask to be changed back or will he embrace his new bimbo desires, becoming the ultimate vision of femininity? Find out in Trial and Error.

This novella is a gender transformation bimbo story. It is the first book in the Resequenced Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Jul 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005126322

Sadie Thatcher

Sadie Thatcher grew up in a small conservative town (think Footloose). Spending all that time in a sexually repressed place has led Sadie to need to explore her sexuality through prose. Sadie has been a long time writer, but has now become confident enough to share the explorations of her deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1

V incent, Carla said, greeting me. Thanks for coming in on your day off.

I wasn’t thrilled with being called in on one of the few days I got off. I already worked six days per week as a lab assistant at Thatcher Labs. This was one of the rare paid holidays I got. Not that I could say no to Carla. She was the sexy scientist of Thatcher Labs. She had partnered with Richard on a genetics project I couldn’t get my head around. Luckily, I didn’t need to understand the science to perform my part, which mostly consisted of replicating DNA and RNA for their experiments.

What do you need? I asked. I was completely in the dark about why they had called me in.

Why don’t you have a seat, Carla said, motioning toward a table and chairs in the corner of the lab. It was used for staff meetings. I’ll call Richard to let him know that you’re here.

And so I waited, completely confused about what was going on. I presumed I wasn’t getting fired. I doubted they would call me in on my day off for that. And I expected to hear from HR if that was the case. I doubted I would get fired by Carla or Richard, let alone both of them, unless it was in the heat of the moment. And as far as I knew, I had been a good employee, always doing what was asked of me.

Hi, Vincent, came Richard’s booming voice. Thanks for coming in.

I looked up to see Richard’s large frame enter the lab. He was a big man with wide shoulders and muscular arms. When he wasn’t working in the lab, he was lifting weights. Apparently he had actually competed in a few bodybuilding competitions, but that was from before my time working at the lab. I had only heard it mentioned about him. Either way, he was not a man I would want to cross. He could have pummeled me with ease.

Um, no problem, I said. Carla and Richard joined me at the table. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement. I hated confrontation and this situation seemed ripe for it.

Let’s get right down to it, Carla said. She was always very goal driven and was a model of efficiency. That meant she was a bit of a micromanager, but the requests she made of the lab staff were generally good. Our research here is ready for the next phase. We’ve done our work with animals so far, but the next phase won’t get approved by the board until we can demonstrate our procedures and techniques work in humans too.

Isn’t that unethical? I asked. While I was unaware of exactly what it was we were doing, I understood the various phases of experimentation. Don’t we need some sort of approval for human trials?

Yes and no, Richard said. We’re stuck in a bit of a catch-22. We can’t get approval to move forward until we show human trials would be successful, but we’re technically not allowed to test on people until we get approval.

We need one person to volunteer, Carla said. We need one person, familiar with the science, to undergo our procedure.

And you want me to be that person? I asked. I might not understand the high level science Carla and Richard were performing, but I wasn’t an idiot. I could read the room. There was no other good reason to call me into work on my day off.

Exactly, Richard said. We think you’d be perfect for the project.

But why? I asked. Why me?

How much do you know about the research? Carla asked.

Not much, I answered. I know what I need to do, but I’ll be honest that the whole gene editing or whatever you’re doing is a bit beyond me.

Carla and Richard both nodded their heads. They understood where I was coming from.

We’re doing a bit more than gene editing, Richard said. We’re making massive changes to DNA. Specifically, we are looking at ways to make sex changes using chromosomes. In humans, that would look like replacing your Y chromosome with an X chromosome.

So you’re asking me to allow you to turn me into a girl?

A woman, Carla corrected me. Look, we’ve done some digging into you. You’re a bit of a loner. You live alone and don’t have a social life to speak of. You’re active in online video games, but that’s about it outside of socializing at work. And to be honest, you are already a bit androgynous. If you grew your hair out and changed how you dressed slightly, you would already pass as a woman. Just think how many people this could help. You would be at the forefront of new techniques to help trans people make the transition to their proper genders.

But—

We’re asking you to keep all of this in house, Richard interrupted, already knowing where I was going with things. If we had a trans person as part of the team, we would approach them first. We don’t. You’re our next best candidate.

It made sense. I understood why they were asking me. I had always been the runt growing up. I was small and never really developed the more masculine features that my father and older brothers had. Hell, even my sisters were more masculine than me. I came from a big family and had always been the baby. But I had mostly left them behind me, wanting to set my own path after a less than pleasant upbringing. No matter what I did, I could never please my parents. They always wanted something else from me. My dad wanted me to be a sports star, but I didn’t have the athleticism or size for that. My mom wanted me to be an actor, but I didn’t have the social skills or self awareness to be someone else.

Actually, my dad assumed I was gay until I asked a girl out to prom. She turned me down, but at least he knew the truth about me. In some ways, being gay would have been easier in my family. Not