Beta Testing: A Gender Transformation Bimbo Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

Tony has always wanted to be a woman. It was a secret he kept to himself until he was given an opportunity to make his dream a reality. A new medical trial promised to turn him into a woman on the genetic level. He even got paid for it.

Tony lived a less than ideal life. He worked a dead end job that saw him always passed over for promotion. But taking a week off could mean everything about his life would change by taking part in the beta testing medical trial.

Not knowing what to expect, Tony watched closely as his body begins to change following the medical procedure that would turn him into a woman. But the process does more than just change hid body. It changes his mind as well. He doesn’t just turn into a woman, he turns into a bimbo.

How will Tony’s life change after his transformation takes an unexpected turn? Will he manage to work his way up in the world or will he find that it doesn’t matter how much of a bimbo he is? Find out in Beta Testing.

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Jul 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005071714

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.

Book preview

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Istepped out into the building with my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous and scared. I knew this was what I wanted. It was what I needed. But it still scared me. I was making a drastic life change. This should not have been as easy as it was. All I needed to do was sign up and fill out a few forms. Then there was the blood test, but that was simple too. It barely took any time and all they really needed from me was a drop of blood. A simple pin prick and I was done.

I couldn’t be sure if the ease of everything scared me or if it was how drastic a change this would be. I mean, this was what I wanted. I didn’t want to be a man anymore. I wanted to be a woman. And this was obviously not the only method available to me, but from what I had read, it was the safest and the least invasive.

Even as I walked toward the reception desk, I knew it was not too late to turn around. I could easily just walk out and return to my life as I had always known it. But if I did that, I knew I would always be asking myself what if. I knew I would also question myself and wonder what could have been if I had the balls to go through with it. Balls. To think that it took courage to take this next step, but in the process I would lose that which people identified with such bold action. There was so much gendered language that we used in our everyday lives without even thinking about it. And here I was about to cross over, changing what I was and becoming something, someone, new.

Hi, said the woman at the reception desk, smiling. How can I help you today?

The woman was completely normal and seemingly average. There was nothing that stood out about her, although that was not a bad thing. She seemed completely professional and was likely a high performing member of the company, performing her role to distinction. Yet, she reminded me of what I was about to do. The procedure I had signed up for was still in the testing phase. And for that, they actually planned to pay me. I was basically turning myself into a lab rat. The only difference was they weren’t just testing something on me randomly. I actually wanted this. I wanted to shed my male form and become female.

My name is Tony Mitchell and I’m here for the beta testing, I answered. It was a strain to keep my voice from cracking. That wasn’t related to my age, but just an indication of how nervous I was. I hadn’t been able to sleep for days, knowing this moment was approaching. The bags under my eyes annoyed me, but there was nothing I could do about them. I wasn’t yet someone who wore makeup or otherwise disguised any of my imperfections.

Sure thing, the woman said. I looked at the nameplate on the desk and saw that her name was Stacy. She looked like a Stacy. If I can see your ID, I can get you checked in.

I handed over my drivers license and waited as she tapped away on her computer keyboard. Presumably there were security procedures involved, making sure I was who I said I was, as well as making sure nosey reporters and corporate spies were not admitted beyond the first floor. I had seen enough movies and tv shows to have a basic understanding of how these things worked. I certainly wasn’t an expert.

Actually, I wasn’t an expert at anything. My life up until this point generally sucked. I worked a low-paying job that I hated. I had no friends to speak of. The few family members I had weren’t on speaking terms with me. Why? I had no idea. I just knew that my phone number had been blocked and my emails went unanswered. I didn’t think I was a bad guy, but clearly I had done something to upset them. However, since they had cut me off, I had no way of knowing why.

Okay, here you go, Stacy said, handing my license back to me. Let me just print out your visitor's badge and you can go on up. Your badge will have directions on where to go and the QR code on the back will allow you to visit the testing center. It will not let you in anywhere else, just so you know.

Thank you, I said as I watched my visitor badge slide out of the printer. It seemed to be a nifty little setup. Not that I had any experience working with anything like that. The best I seemed to be able to do job-wise was working at a fast food joint flipping burgers and making fries. I’d tried applying to bigger and better jobs, but I never got a call back. It wasn’t that I was against working at fast food joints for the rest of my life, but I figured there had to be something more. I’d even watched teens still in school get promoted ahead of me. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt like I was invisible sometimes, although that had nothing to do with my reason for being here.

In all my life, I had never identified as anything but male, but I