Catfight next door

Jack-Kat cursed as the control panel refused to take his passwords one after another. Of course they would have been updated and changed after all this time but he hoped... and then the panel started throwing up messages, one after the other as something, someone took over the system and commands flowed across the screen and...

He blinked, he was... he was Kyra! This was somewhere else, another office-laboratory somewhere in the facility and he was wearing a helm while his original bimbo-Gynoid body was sitting in the chair beside him with a similar helm on her blank-faced head. So that's what I looked like to other people, the frivolous thought intruded. I'd do me, but... He quickly took off the helm on his, Kyra's head, the metal mesh dragging at Kyra's expensively styled auburn hair and tried to think things through, the first time for a long time that he COULD think clearly without the hyper-sexualised Gynoid programming limitations getting in the way. Kyra's body was female of course and that was distracting in itself but he had experienced more than enough artificial femininity in his month as a Gynoid so even Kyra's rack, modest by Gynoid standards didn't distract him. Too much. He resisted the immediate temptation to feel himself up, he had to think. Later maybe.

So a transfer had happened, but not the transfer into the male Gynoid body he was expecting, and he was now Kyra, his ex-wife and hated enemy. But whose mind occupied the Gynoid body that had previously been home to his own mind? And what about Bambi, his partner Gynoid that had been Dan the researcher and what about the male Gynoid...

The Gynoid beside him opened her eyes and blinked, staring at Jack-Kyra with sudden understanding before she stood up abruptly, dragging her helm off her blonde head and throwing it to one side.

"That's MY body! Give it back!" she screamed in a squeaky voice, courtesy of the Gynoid's vocal system's programming.

Well, that answers that question, Jack-Kyra said to himself as he stood up himself, conscious he was wearing Kyra's towering heels and careful not to lose his balance. He loomed over the diminutive figure of Gynoid-Kyra who angrily rushed towards him, her tiny fists balled up. Gynoids shouldn't be able to attack anyone but it looked like Kyra's Gynoid programming wasn't functioning or something else had changed during the mental transfers. He'd figure it out later but for the moment he let Gynoid-Kyra take a telegraphed swing at his head before grabbing her arm and throwing her to the floor. Too easy! **** is sweeeeet! he thought triumphantly and then he was on the floor himself as the screaming figure at his feet grabbed his stocking-clad legs and pulled him down, off-balance due to the unfamiliar strappy heels he wore on Kyra's feet. Gynoid-Kyra's next punch landed on his midriff, taking some of the wind from him but the Gynoid's muscularity was limited by the artificial body's hardware and it didn't hurt that much. He returned the favour with a hard slap across Gynoid-Kyra's exposed breasts which made her eyes widen in pain (and pleasure?) and then the catfight was ON!