… Identity Theft

I stepped from the pod, goo sliding down my new, small, naked body. Success. I was now Elizabeth Carlisle, heiress to the Carlisle millions. Well a perfect copy of her. It felt odd being so young and, well, being a girl. I'd done this intentionally and had known what I'd be looking at for the next few days but still.. that little body with compact breasts and my familiar organs replaced with female ones was a bit to get used too. But Spending a bit of time as this young lady was worth the money I would steal from her. I padded to my bathroom, conscious of how everything looked so much bigger, how my little breasts moved oddly on my chest. Liz was petite, which I didn't care for as it made me feel weak and childish, but she was old enough to access her fortune now... her trust fund would soon be mine with her biometrics accounts now accessible. And I decided that small breasts were better in than big ones...

The hot water felt odd on my body as I washed of the bio matter. Erotic. That was unexpected. I had not thought much about how this would feel. I'd convinced myself that I'd be using her body like a tool, clinically and unemotionally, just me in a smaller body. I was pretty wrong. Clearly. Her body was sensitive and I felt insecure and I worried about being able too do this. Female hormones in my mind. They really did change my thinking and my emotional responses to things. This was a problem but I gritted my teeth and told myself I could do this. I turned off the tap and dried myself, skin tingling pleasantly. My little nipples were hard in the cool air and my hairless sex felt enticing after I'd dried it. I'd not expected sexual arousal from such a mundane act but then again this was all new. As a teenager I'd been subject to irritating hormonal responses - random erections due to errant thoughts - and this body was eighteen and still technically a teenager. But girls usually had their bodies more under control I thought. Ignoring the signals my new body was sending I went to the new clothes I'd bought. Panties. A bra. A skirts. A pink top. All very feminine. I put them on with mild excitement and checked myself in the mirror. I looked cute and was pleased with the ensemble. It had felt kinky slipping the panties on, and the bra made me feel a bit coquettish. I felt frisky.

Sublimating these reactions I grabbed my keys and went to the front door. Opening it I stared up at the person blocking my path. I frowned for a moment. This was not good. I didn't want anyone to connect me to Liz, least of all you. I looked up... up. Before we'd been similar heights, similar builds. But now I was looking up at you. At least I'd been found out by a friend I trusted. "Hey you," I said with familiarity, my manner almost pleased and ... inviting at your familiar presence. That was a mistake. Liz didn't know you. You didn't know Liz. But I'd addressed you warmly, more warmly than I'd intended. You were undeniably attractive from my new perspective and a felt strangely flirtatious. That was ... strange.

"Do I know you?" You asked, sensing an immediate sexual tension between us. I felt it too and it scared me. I blushed and my hands fidgeted as they always did when I'm nervous. I clamped down in them.

"Um... no... I'm Liz Carlisle. A friend of Luke's." I said a bit flabbergasted. I'd just told you more than I'd intended. You looked at my hands and your eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"The heiress? Luke never mentioned you. And I know Luke very well. Even how he deals with stress." You reached out to my blouse and took something. A clothes tag that I'd missed. "Huh. You got the machine to work... well done. I never knew you wanted to be a girl..."

You knew who I was?! It wasn't that unremarkable. You knew of the machine but it was unexpected that you would figure out who I was. I stood there in coy shock. I didn't want to be a girl. But the truth would not help me. I'd been planning on theft... so I couldn't tell you that. I flushed guiltily, from real guilt at my intended crime and at being revealed in such a compromising state. I had to lie. Tell a story. Something plausible. And I needed to sell it ... distract you from figuring out my real intent. "Yeah. I always wanted to try out things from a girls perspective." I admitted craftily, ad libbing as I went. I needed to sell this and started to explain hurriedly, not thinking things through as I blathered skittishly. "You know. Try things from the other side. Er ... sex and all that...So... I was embarrassed though. I couldn't tell anyone. I prefer guy on girl sex and... er... That's why I made the machine..." what was I saying? I clamped my mouth shut and smiled, my innate flirtatiousness coming through. Still sex was a good diversion. At least conversation wise. But I sensed I was trapping myself in my own lies.

Your confident smile worried me. "Well you do make a pretty girl. Interesting choice though. You read about the sex scandal I guess and so used her DNA." You said flatteringly, hand reaching out to slip under my pink top. I was thrown off by your praise, by your words, by your actions. This was not what I'd intended!

"Sex Scandal?" I asked in a small scared voice. I wanted you to stop but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Sex? Scandal? My mind bounced about flightily. I'd not read about Liz much lately. I'd been watching her accounts and had noted her buying an air ticket that left today. Your hand felt good. Sex? Gods I couldn't think straight.

"Yes. The sex scandal. It's all over the news feeds..." your hand slipped confidently into my bra and found my nipple, cupping my little breast. "She's quite the submissive nympho. That's why she's overseas... hiding from the paparazzi. She's insatiable in her sex tapes. "

I nodded mutely as your hand moved down to my skirt and unhitched it. It fell at my feet. I felt so turned on. My mind was saying no... well a part of it was. A small part that was struggling vainly against my new bodies urges. Submissiveness isn't something you can properly explain. It was suddenly thrust upon me and I was finding its allure impossible to fight. This lack of control compounded my arousal and made it impossible to think about anything but sex and sexual gratification. You smirked knowingly at my little panties, your broad fingers confidently slipping into the band and pushing them down. I swallowed. I felt horny, nervous, naked, exposed, degraded, foolish as divested me of my clothes below my waist. I was a weak little girl suddenly. Your girl. Fuck I was so turned on. You led me to my office. I couldn't stop you if I'd wanted too. And I didn't want you too. You bent me over the desk and pushed my leg up to fully expose my cunt. It felt wet and hot and swollen. How the hell had I ended up here?! You slid the head along my lips and my thoughts evaporated in a lust fueled moan. I pushed back as you thrust into me. My lips spread and I felt ever little vein and ridge of your delicious thick cock forcing inexorably into my tight hot sex. Before I knew it your cock was sliding in and out of my pussy and I was just along for the ride. Your mewling quim. Your fuckpet. "Oh yes. Fuck me. I've been a bad girl. I need to be punished." I cried out, not knowing what I was saying, perhaps my guilt at trying to steal her fortune coming through. Perhaps her submissiveness taking hold of me fully. But I wanted to be fucked hard. To have you take me mercilessly. I was spiraling out of control, my bodies urges taking hold - coming home to roost for good.

I felt you thrust home then fill my womb with you love spunk. I shuddered as my orgasm rocked my boy a moment after, my pussy throbbing, pulsing, clenching wetly as it practically squirted juices. "Yes. I deserve this. Fuck... I... I am a cunt!" My emotions were all over the place now. My guilt and unchecked lust was making me almost nonsensical. "I'm your slut. I don't deserve to be free..."

I collapsed panting and aglow, my entire body sexually charged with nervous coltish energy. It was the best sex. Ever. I had to have more.

"Well. That's a side of you I never thought I'd see." You noted.

I nodded and giggled. "Uh huh." I agreed fully with you.

"Well then. Get dressed. We are going to my place to continue things..." you instructed.

I nodded. I needed to get back in the machine. Get my body back. This was too alluring. Too addictive. I intuited that if I spent much longer in this body I'd likely never want to leave it. That just made me hornier. I wanted to protest. Explain. But my shame and guilt over what I'd intended stopped me. As did my newfound submissiveness. I dressed and followed you out. The possibility of more sex had me skipping behind you. I was going to get fucked again. I was over the moon again. How the hell had I become so flighty? So sex obsessed? So girly?

Yeah. So That was how my plan went wrong. How I went from a bad guy to a good girl. For the next week I was your willing pet. At the end you gave me the chance to go back but I just couldn't bare the thought of going back to the guy I was. I deserved this. I loved this. You were a good master. The best. And to make it permanent the machine was disassembled and put in storage. I'm not sure I'm smart enough to put it together again. Certainly I lack the attention span. And I'm not as clever as I was. I'm now your Lizzie for good. I'm not rich but I'm very very happy. I'm a good obedient girl...