Deputy Prime’s fate

Brian Lintz the Deputy Prime stepped into the Flux room with the Flux Master behind him. He disrobed and gestured at his body. "Younger please, in my mid twenties with excellent musculature. Half a foot taller. And a larger manhood. While your are at it remove the scar tissue on my side and repair my knee, it's a little off."

The Flux Master gestured and Brian's body was a swirl of chaotic energy. When the weird flux energies cleared Brian knew instinctively that he was not as he - she had ordered. She looked down at her body and gasped. It was a Fluxgirl body! "What is the..." her anger slowly evaporated as the natural Fluxgirl submissiveness asserted itself. She knew this was wrong but it was not her place to complain to a man. Was it? It should have been but such wilful thinking just seemed wrong!

She looked down and admired her new body. It was lovely. Just the sort of a bdy her master would love. She wondered who her new master may be. She suspected Kennedy, but it could be anyone. Kennedy was handsome, powerful and smart. As a Fluxgirl she could do a lot worse. Perhaps she could become his Fluxwife and bare his children. She giggled vacuously at the idea then felt a moment of intense disquiet. Brian Lintz would never have accepted this fate. Was she still Brian Lintz? She still had all his memories but they were from a lifetime ago. She felt more like a Brenda now.

What good would it do fighting the urges of her new body anyway? That would be no fun. She giggled as the Valet took her away unaware that she had just lost the first and last war with her body and been utterly defeated.