Door opens

The door to the chamber opened, and a young twenty year old male figure entered the dimly lit room, casting a long shadow across the floor. “Hello, darling,” her former voice said, although it sounded younger. Her young, former face looked her over, a somewhat unfamiliar and predatory smile playing on his lips. “How do you feel?”

Linda and John had effectively swapped bodies and legal identities, although their newer bodies were genetically modified.

John’s throat was dry, her voice a hoarse whisper. “I-I don’t know. It’s all so strange. Did it work?”

“Oh, it worked perfectly,” he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “You’re everything I hoped you’d be. Do you like it?”

John swung her legs over the side of the table and they dangled, not reaching the floor. This body was much shorter than Linda’s original five foot seven. It was perhaps four foot ten. And her B cups were proper C cups now. They looked huge on her petite body though. She dropped to the floor and stood, her balance wobbly. She frowned as her naked breasts swayed noticeably. She looked up at her former face and felt nervous.

Her first steps were tentative, like a newborn taking their steps into the world. The floor was cold under her bare feet, and she could feel the muscles in her calves and thighs tightening with each movement. She was naked, and the chilly air made her large nipples harden into little pebbles. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly self-conscious.

"Don't worry," Linda said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You'll get used to it. Now, let's get you dressed. I picked out something special."

John followed him out of the chamber, feeling more exposed than ever before. They entered a small room with a full-length mirror, and he handed her a pair of crotchless silk panties and a matching bra that left her nipples bare.

John took the items with trembling hands, her mind racing with confusion and an unexpected arousal. She had never felt so ****, so powerless. The fabric slid over her new body like a whisper, the sensation of the soft material against her skin making her stomach flip. She looked at herself in the mirror, not recognizing the person staring back as herself but Linda. The curves and angles were all wrong, alien, and yet somehow, she felt a strange allure.

"They fit perfectly, don't they?" Linda said, his eyes raking over John's new form. "You're going to love what I have planned for us…” he unbuckled his pants and pushed her over onto the table.

John stiffened, the reality of the situation crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. "Wait," she protested weakly, but Linda ignored her, his hands roughly grabbing her hips and pulling her closer.

"You're mine now," he said, his voice dark with desire. "Forever."

He thrust into her, and John felt the pleasurable stretch of her new body, the unfamiliar sensation of being filled.

John gasped as the shock of her new body’s sensations overwhelmed her. The feeling was intense, a mix of excitement and pleasure that was foreign yet strangely alluring. Linda’s eyes bore into hers in the mirror, a blend of love and dominance that sent shivers down her spine. He was claiming her, marking her as his possession in this new form. She had agreed to this but it was more intense than she could believe.

The thrusts grew deeper, harder, and John’s insincere protests turned into moans that filled the small room. The fear was still there, but it was being drowned out by the wave of pleasure building inside her. She could feel her body responding, betraying her with every gasp and whimper. The coldness of the table beneath her was a stark contrast to the heat of Linda’s body pressing against hers, his hands exploring the curves and valleys of her new form with a hunger that was both thrilling and frightening. She felt young, weak, small and … utterly female. Her new submissive nature made her love it. This was what she had wanted… right?

John’s thoughts swirled in a tornado of confusion. This wasn’t exactly what she had expected - she had expected a more gradual introduction to her new female role. But the body she now inhabited seemed to crave this dominance, urging her to give in to the primal instincts that surged through her veins. Her hips began to move in rhythm with Linda’s, and she felt herself slipping away, succumbing to the allure of this new existence.

“You’ll need a new name… I’m John and you’ll go by Linda," he said, his eyes gleaming as he watched her in the mirror.

John felt a pang of loss at the thought of losing her identity, but the words stuck in her throat. Her body was no longer her own, and now her name was being taken away too. She nodded, unable to speak. She just wanted to be fucked hard and rough.