… Permanent trial

Ron slowly inspected her new body with growing surprise. "Um." She said hesitently, strangely nervous. "The paperwork I filled out ... was for a male body." She didn't feel comfortable complaining. She recognised the navel piercing. The breasts. Nipples. Clean shaven sex. She'd screwed it many times after all.

"Ah no miss. This is the body ordered. Your paperwork is in order." The technician noted. He put the tablet down and swiped to the contract. Male to female. Highly submissive with high sex drive. Permanent lock. Key code controlled by his - her partner. "The swap is as you requested."

She nodded trying to understand.

"Your partner - now your husband and legal guardian is waiting."

"Legal Guardian?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes. You did agree to this... As you requested the mental changes that go with your body swap are ****. You are now highly susceptible to the commands of others. If I told you to get down on your knees and suck my cock you would without hesitation." She nodded in understanding. In fact she felt the urge to do just that. Dear god! "The changes are so **** in fact that you now need a legal guardian to manage your affairs. It's for your own protection - if someone asked you for your money you'd give it to them... All of it. So you can't access it. To protect you. That's the nice way to put it. In short you've signed away your volition and become your husbands property. Not an unusual fetish but mostly our customers opt to partake of it temporarily. Few of our clients request this to be permanent."

She nodded absorbing this, realising that she had been tricked. The technician stood and left. A moment later a man entered. Her former body. "Hello my dear. Getting comfortable? How about we try this out... Bend over. Time to discover your new place..."