Clone swap

“The paperwork is done. This way. We need to scan your mind to perform the transfer into the new clone body you ordered…” the technician said.

John followed the young woman into the room, feeling a strange mix of excitement and dread. He looked around the sterile, white-walled chamber, lined with machines. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, and it made him feel more like he was about to undergo surgery rather than a rebirth. The technician, a brunette with piercing green eyes, had a name tag that read 'Evelyn'. She was beautiful, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if she was a clone herself. Probably.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing thoughts. His wife, Linda, had convinced him that this was the answer to their marital woes. After years of feeling stagnant in his forties, he had agreed to her proposal of switching into a new, younger body. A 20-year-old submissive female body. The idea had been tantalizing at first, a chance to experience life from a completely different perspective, but as the day approached, he found himself questioning his motivation. Was this idea or hers? Would he still be happy in a new female form? Would he feel trapped in a body he didn’t truly want? His twenties had been the best years of his life, a time of experimentation and new experiences, so many firsts. A time when anything had seemed possible. Reliving his twenties as a woman would be similar his wife had assured him and social media seemed to confirm it. Mind you social media tended to affirm whatever you asked of it… and the submissive part… that was also his wife’s idea. How had he let himself agree to this? It was her inheritance they were using for this.

Evelyn looked at him with a professional smile. “Please lie down on the table and make yourself comfortable. The process will be painless, but you might feel a bit of disorientation. It’s normal. Just remember to breathe deeply and stay relaxed.”

Feeling like he had painted himself into a corner John did as he was told, his heart hammering in his chest as he stared up at the cold, metallic ceiling. He felt the cool gel on his temples as the scanning device was applied. He was acutely aware of the soft touch of the technician’s gloved hands as she adjusted the equipment. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing his mind to be still. Be calm. A new body. No heart problems. A good shoulder. Breasts and a pussy…

The world around him faded away, replaced by a sensation of floating. It was eerily silent, as if he had been submerged in a vast, empty space. He could feel the whispers of his memories and thoughts being plucked away, like petals from a flower, and transferred into the new body. The fear grew stronger, a cold, clammy hand that gripped his heart and squeezed tightly. He wanted to scream, to stop the process, but his body didn’t respond.

As the moments ticked by, John felt the tension in his muscles release and his mind begin to drift. He was falling into a deep sleep, one that he wasn’t sure he’d ever wake up from. The last thing he heard was Evelyn’s voice, echoing through the void, “Almost done. You’re going to love your new life, Mrs Smith.”

When he awoke, the room was dark, the machines silenced.

John's eyes snapped open, his mind racing as he took stock of his new reality. His body felt different, lighter, yet the same. He tentatively moved his limbs, feeling the unfamiliarity of his new form. The sheets were soft against his naked skin, and his senses were heightened, every touch and sound amplified. He sat up, the movement bringing with it a wave of dizziness that made him momentarily nauseous.

Looking down, he saw the body of a young woman, her breasts firm and her skin unblemished. The sight was both exhilarating and terrifying. He reached down to touch them, the sensation foreign and arousing. He felt his new body responding in ways his old one hadn’t in years. But it was the hands that truly shocked him – delicate and smooth, not the rough, calloused ones he was used to.