… new perspective

The lightning flashed. Rain drummed on the roof. "Awaiting activation code," the kneeling gynoid stated. She was state of the art. A vat grown pleasure unit.

"44df44hkn78zzp" Ron read. The lightning illumed her lush curves.

"Activation complete. How may I serve you master?" She asked warmly.

"Let me think..." there was a sudden boom. Ron was standing over her when the lightning struck him. He stood in place, spasming. Then he felt ll in a heap. The sex bot knelt over him, checking his pulse with concern. "Sir, I believe you are dying. I can save you if you wish." She noted with concern.

Ron nodded in pain, struggling to breath. He was in a world of pain. "Please... do..."

The gynoid lent forward and pressed her forehead against his. "Commencing transfer."

"Transfer?! Wait..." Ron's vision dimmed.

Ron opened his eyes. He was on his knees. He looked down at... breasts!? Between his legs... her legs. She was her own gynoid. Her old body moaned. She was alive!? Her old body sat up. "Awaiting activation code." She said. What the hell?!

"Hah. It worked... 44df44hkn78zzp." Her old body said.

Worked. This was an accident right?! "Activation complete. How may I serve you master?" She asked warmly. Inside she was terrified. What the hell was happening.

"Hmmm... let me think. We should probably test run our new bodies. And a name... Gillian the Gynoid... now down on all fours."

"Yes sir..." Gillian agreed compliantly. Her ass was up. Her new pussy was now on display. This was humiliatingly arousing. Inside Ron struggled for control. She stared at her newly feminine hands. Concentrated. A finger moved. "Please sir. Your humble servant begs you to not fuck her tight hot sex." She hadn't meant to say that but it was consistent with what she wanted to say."

She felt his manhood behind her. Dilating her lips as the head pressed into her. Her body reacted, rocking back to engulf him, heavy breasts jiggling and swaying as her thoughts were clouded with need. "You want to stop?"

"No... yes... master... please... I don't know. Tell me..." she rambled, her sensitive pussy feeling every bump and ridge of her masters cock.

"Gillian. You are my gynoid. This is your purpose. Your reason for existence. You love this. Love being taken...." he instructed.

Gillian nodded. It was true. Inside Ron struggled. Losing. Becoming Gillian. Her programming and drives overcoming their mind. "Yes sir." She agreed.