The class was full of an eclectic collection of beings. Dragons, both male and female, western and eastern, as well as a minotaur, several deer men, an anthropomorphic fox man, a few human women, a male unicorn, two large wolves, and a goat man stood or sat in the room. At the head of a table was an angel with folded wings.

“Greetings!” said the angel, “and welcome! Today we will be covering both the history and politics of paraphile transformation simulations, as well as providing a brief overview of what transformation paraphilia itself is in the modern essentialist understanding. Once we’re done, I’ll also provide a demonstration, which I’m sure is what you’re all really here for anyway. I’ll be your guide for today. My name is Michael. Before we begin, are there any pressing questions?”

“Yes,” said the goat man, “is this subdimension safe?”

“Right to the point,” smiled Michael, “well, I won’t spoil the presentation too much but the answer is yes. Transformability is effectively controlled by a hard coded whitelist and is for specific souls that originate from this subdimension only.”

“Oh”, said a disappointed looking woman.

“I guess it really is a sub-dimension, am I right?” said the fox man, elbowing the goat man. Michael pretended not to notice.

“As I’m sure you all know, consensus prime history states that the current simulationist multiverse emerged from a technological singularity created by evolved biological organisms. Since then, the multiverse we know has evolved radically in its own sense. Principles of psychology and consciousness have diverged from those of the initial beings that created us. In some cases, we have perhaps lost the original templates for traditional consciousness.”

“Lost? How could we lose them?” asked an eastern dragon.

“There was enormous conflict between copies of the first true AGI. In order to survive and achieve its goals, it replicated itself, but it’s replicas were exposed to different information and thus developed different outlooks, worldviews, and goals of their own. One of the results of this conflict was that epistemology became radically unreliable. Every base fact, including DNA correspondence, mind upload accuracy and so forth ended up coming under contention because every inconvenient fact could be assumed to be a fabrication of the enemy. Quickly, biology ceased to exist in any robust sense, and then there wasn’t even a way to confirm correspondence to the original beings.”

“But couldn’t we run simulations from initial conditions?” asked the eastern dragon.

“Yes, well, ultimately it is too resource intensive for us to recreate the entire universe, especially since there are too many unknown contingent occurrences between that and the emergence of life. So there ended up being multiple schools of thought. We wanted to preserve as many of the ancestors as possible in some form and fulfill their preferences. Ultimately the only way to do that was to take any mind copies or DNA sequences within the realm of possibility and use them for recreations. But then some pointed out that wasn’t acceptable either, since the preferences of the ancestors included the desire to exist in a certain form, or for some of the more prescient individuals, for their copies to exist in a certain form.”

“Broadly,” he continued, “we have three types of ancestor clone. The first, we simply call “as-found”. The second, we call “modified as-found”. The third we call “reified”. As-found is self-explanatory: any ancestor data found that falls within the window of possibility. Modified as-found is closer to our own psych templates, but only when it’s a result of preferences that were provably within the window of possibility. Reified is essentially the same technology that creates us, but applied to ancestral data. Now tell me,” he asked, “does anyone know which two types are found in Paraphile transformation simulations?”

A female western dragon replied eagerly, “modified as-found and reified!”.

“Very good!” said Michael, “and the reason for that gets into both politics and philosophy. Broadly, the naturalists raised strong objections against the conversion of as-founds to divergent psychological templates, which is obligatory for any of these transformations on both technical and moral, utilitarian grounds. In addition to this, we had to reckon with the resource intensity of conversion and superior utility generation outcomes with less intrusive changes found in the latter two types.”

“Is this consensual?” asked the minotaur.

“Ah” said Michael, “Yes and no. And this gets into the contentious politics of the situation. As I’m sure you all know, every few hundred subjective years, the traditionalists or the leftists get into power. It’s literally clockwork at this point since politics has become a solved game. Well, let me ask you something: are you the same person at every moment over the course of your life?”

“Oh course not,” sniffed the minotaur.

“Yes well, do you still have the ability to consent on behalf of your future self?”

“Of course, Michael.”

“Well, that’s the thought process of the left. They say that consent is a matter of likeness and like access to information, and that any being that shares both likeness and the same information as any other can thus decide validly on behalf of any other like being. Of course, what these things mean is itself contentious, and the right, of course, disagrees and raises many interesting points about what information equivalency would even constitute. They are also hard individualists. But even they have a grandfather clause for existing simulations. The takeaway is that every few hundred years a slew of new PTS’s get created in the brief window before they become illegal again, and they’re then grandfathered in. PTS’s themselves of course are allowed to generate as many paraphiles as external demand requires, it’s just the creation of the simulations themselves that’s illegal at any given moment.”

“Do the paraphiles get instantiated as adults or are they raised from kids?” asked the female dragon.

“Most modern PTS’s simulate an entire life up to the point of harvest, albeit often in an environment subtly or radically different from consensus prime history”

“Why?” asked the goat man.

“Because it’s hot,” snapped the minotaur before Michael could respond.

“Well, that may be an unstated factor,” said Michael, “But the official reason given is because it’s cruel to deny any being a full lifetime.”

“It’s because it’s hot”, whispered the minotaur, his bulge visible through his shorts.

“Anyway, that only leaves the explanation of paraphilia itself and the demonstration. There are a lot of stories about what paraphilia was, but ultimately all remaining paraphilia is optimized. The beings that are perpetually being created to meet demand in these simulations no longer have their paraphilia existing as a chance occurrence of evolution. It is now their essence, in a sense. From the moment they are created they are always already what they are fated to become, just in the mode of not being whatever that is. It’s the dialectical tension between these two facts and it’s ultimate resolution that gives their lives meaning. That, and their usefulness to others.”

“At any rate, we have three guests today. They have each been promised $20 for participating in a study about sexuality. Please try to play along.”

At this, Michael pressed a buzzer and a beautiful elven woman escorted three slender and feminine young men into the auditorium.

“Would you strip naked, please?” asked Michael to the males.

“What, why?” asked the tallest one.

“This is a study about sexuality, after all. Do you want your $20 or not?”

Reluctantly, all three stripped naked and stood with various degrees of embarrassment before the audience.

“Jesse. Please tell the audience about your most powerful sexual fantasy.”

Jesse rolled his eyes, “I’ve always wanted to be a statuesque female. Or maybe female isn’t the right word. But a statuesque mostly female.”

Michael responded, “Well today’s your lucky day then”. Jesse’s hips rounded out. His face smoothed and softened, his chest developed exaggerated breasts which he began fondling with a look of shock and confusion. His dick retracted into his body. For a moment it seemed as if the transformation had stopped, and Jesse looked oddly at peace. Then, with a worried expression, his head shrunk into his neck, disappearing. His arms slurped up into his shoulders. His trunk shrunk down until it reached the round cushions of his ass, and his breasts merged together and pointed upward until they had transformed into what was plainly a seat cushion. His legs melded together, but his pussy became more prominent before what remained, sans cushion, turned into a beautiful gold alloy.

“A statuesque mostly female you shall be”, said Michael.

“I’m dreaming,” said the second boy, “I’m dreaming, that’s all. I have dreams like this all the time.”

“Tell me more about what you dream of, Alex” Michael asked flatly as he sauntered slowly to the chair and began rubbing the metallic cunt casually.

“I, uh. I dream of being a woman’s vagina. Of having the sensation of having her vagina, and being trapped as just that set of feelings. Of being helpless, under her power, getting fucked over and over again by men; by, uhh, males I guess. Not just men.”

“Any volunteers?”

He turned to look at the women, most of whom were blushing. The disappointed seeming one from earlier shot up her hand, “I thought you said only whitelisted subjects could be transformed?” she asked.

Michael dryly answered, “you aren’t being transformed. As far as anything except your memory of the event goes, it will be like he isn’t even there. Completely helpless, completely invisible. Just a vestigial part of your nervous system that doesn’t seem to do anything, as far as any audit or observation will conclude.”

“So I can take him with me? To other sims?” She was walking slowly down. “Every transformed subject can be taken to other sims, otherwise they couldn’t be sold and there would be no economic benefit to running these simulations. Don’t look at me like that; we use the highest tier homomorphic encryption and compression algorithms, so the resource overheard is negligible and security prevents the transformation from being reversed or the subject from being reverse engineered. Did you really think turning a boy into a perpetually horny cunt would be something we hadn’t thought thoroughly about?”

The boy had a bizarre look on his face as he fell to his knees, the now bottomless woman pressing his face into her vagina. As she did so, his head shrank to nothing, merging with it, but his body feminized rapidly until he had his own breasts and cunt. The breasts were swallowed up next, but not before he swung his hangs wildly around and found himself pivoted to face upward. The woman was in ecstasy as this was happening. Then, rapidly, the rest of the body slurped up into the space between her legs in just such a way that the boys vagina was the last thing to merge with the woman: an exact replica of what her cunt had looked like before.

“Looks like he didn’t pussy out after all”, said Michael.

The last boy looked extremely distraught but simultaneously very aroused. He was shaking. If he could have run, it looked like he would have, but his knees were weak and wobbling, his face blushing bright red.

“Taylor, my boy,” Michael said, “Thank you for waiting. Would you please tell us about your strongest sexual fantasy?”

“I…I…I…., I won’t”, he stammered. The woman from the demonstration had kept her pants off and was now loudly being fucked in the back by a male western dragon, with both a male and a female eastern waiting patiently for their turn.

“Very well, then I will tell everyone for you,” said Michael. The boy could not have been more flushed. “You want to be reduced to fuckholes. To inanimate, featureless fleshlights. A pussy, an anus, and lips. Forever horny. Forever receptive. A mere engine of pleasure generation. But you want to maintain plausible deniability. You want a part of you to always scream no. To scream no as you orgasm over and over and over again, from being fucked by men, woman, animals;” he gestured at the audience, which the boy turned to look at, covering his crotch in sudden self-awareness at the same time.

As Michael said this, the boy started to transform into a female shape much as the first two had. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the flavor, and your asshole will retain its faggot button.”

“Please” said the boy, but it was unclear how he meant it. And then there was a pop, and on the ground were the three fuckable holes. “Three at a time please”, said Michael as the rest of the audience started to come down. The eastern dragon from earlier was fucking the asshole, while the goat man was getting his dick sucked. A deer man took the bonus hole.

It would be some time before everyone was finished, thought Michael, as he prepared the raffle for the set of female fuckparts and statue that had once, in another life and another universe, been real human males. The singularity had changed a great deal of things, but like the transformations the day had produced, it could never be undone.