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You sat in a small, dimly lit room, the glow of a computer screen casting a blueish hue over yourface as you sat in your worn-out gaming chair. Your eyes darted across the monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard in a blur of motion. The walls were plastered with posters of scantily clad anime characters, and empty energy drink cans littered the floor. This was your sanctuary. You were Alex, a 22-year-old college dropout who had found refuge in the virtual world of "Medieval Maiden's Conquest," an immersive RPG that catered to your every fantasy.

But today was different. The game had just been updated with a new quest line: "The Sultry Swap." Intrigued, you clicked the notification. The screen flickered. Reality blinked out ofexistence and suddenly, you weren't just controlling a character anymore; you were her. You looked down to see a pair of voluptuous breasts straining against a tight corset. Panic set in. “What in the fuck!?”

Your new body was that of a high-elven sorceress named Lila, the sexiest girl in the game. You felt the soft fabric of her dress brushing against your thighs, the weight of her long, silky hair on your shoulders, and the tightness of her corset pressing into your chest. You were a man trapped in a female avatar, and your mind reeled with the sensory overload. The room around you was the same, but everything felt so real. You pinched yourself. It didn’t hurt. You pinched harder. No pain. This wasn’t a glitch; this was your new reality.

You took a moment to examine yourself in the full-length mirror. Your eyes widened at the reflection. You had always envied the way Lila’s curves swayed and her hips moved in the game - she was one of the main sexual conquests toe enslave! But now you felt those sensations firsthand. You blushed, realizing that the game had transferred not only your mind but also your male gaze into this body. You reached down to touch your new form, and your fingertips felt the smoothness of Lila’s skin, the softness of her breasts. The sensations were overwhelming. You had to figure out what was going on. Wait. Did you still have a cock!

You gasped and felt between your legs. In place of your usual masculine anatomy was a soft, sensitive mound. You felt a wetness that wasn’t sweat. It was a pussy. You were a man with a pussy. The panic grew as you touched yourself, feeling the delicate folds and the hardened nub of a clit. The sensations were alien and yet, somehow, exhilarating. You felt a strange mix of fear and arousal. This was your body now, and the realization was setting in that you had to learn to navigate this new sexuality.

With trembling hands, you pushed aside the fabric of your dress to get a better look. The sight of your new sex was both fascinating and terrifying. You had never felt so ****, so open. The pink flesh was a stark contrast to the rest of your pale, elvish body. You prodded at it gently, feeling a jolt of pleasure that made you gasp. The sensitivity was intense, and you realized that even the slightest touch could send waves of pleasure through your body. You had been emasculated, turned into a vessel for sexual pleasure. And this elf maid was one of the key conquests… “oh fuck.” You muttered.

You stumbled to the bed, your new body's legs wobbly as you tried to get accustomed to the feel of heels and a skirt. You had to think fast. The game was your home, but now it was your prison. You needed to find a way back or at least understand what had happened. You were in here tower, where the protagonist would sneakpast your traps, put a **** collar around your neckand fuck you!!! You needed to get out of here!

The door to the room creaked open, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw the shadow of a man standing in the doorway. It was your game's protagonist, the one who had conquered countless female NPCs, including Lila. He stepped in, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you, his gaze lingering on your exposed pussy. He took a step closer, and you realized with horror that he didn't know you weren’t the Lila he had come to subdue.

You tried to stand up, but your legs gave out. The protagonist took a step closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice low and husky. "Looks like my prize is more eager than I expected." You felt your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger. You had to think quickly.

Gathering your wits, you tried to remember the script. In the game, Lila was known for her wit and cunning. You had to play along, at least until you figured out a way to get back to your own body or explain what had happened. But if he was here for a quick sexual conquest. You eyed the magic **** collar in his hand. If that ended up around your neck youd have no volition- you’d do whatever he wanted. Willingly and dutifully satisfy his every sexual whim.

“I-I’m not quite ready for you, hero,” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady. “Let me, uh, prepare myself for your... your...” You trailed off, trying to remember the in-game dialogue options for this scenario. The protagonist chuckled darkly. “I think I like you already, Lila. So eager to please.” He took another step closer, and the scent of leather and sweat filled the room. You felt a shiver run down your spine as his hand reached out to touch your cheek.

“Not the **** collar. Please…” you tried to remember magic. She could cast polymorph and turn the hero into a petite buxom slavegirl… but could you?

As the protagonist's hand touched your cheek, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. It wasn’t fear; it was excitement, an unexpected thrill at the thought of playing the game from the other side. You leaned into his touch, looking up at him through your eyelashes, playing the role of the submissive maiden. "Perhaps... I could... show you something special," you murmured seductively, hoping to buy some time.

With a flick of your wrist, you called upon the magic you knew Lila had at her disposal. To your surprise, the room filled with a soft, pink light, and the protagonist's form began to shimmer. He looked confused, his eyes widening as his muscular body began to shrink and reshape into something more... feminine. The leather armor he wore morphed into a tight, revealing outfit that emphasized his new curves. His voice grew high-pitched as he squealed in protest. "What sorcery is this!"

“Mine…” you said as you took her collar from her hands and put it around her neck, enslaving her!

The protagonist's protests grew quieter as the magic took hold, and soon he was standing before you, a stunningly beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and a figure that rivaled even Lila’s. The shock in his eyes was palpable as he looked down at his new form, his hand going to his neck to feel the cold metal of the collar.

“Now, my dear hero, it seems the tables have turned,” you said, a wicked smile playing on your lips. Your voice was still Lila’s, but the confidence and authority in it were all yours. “I believe you had something in mind for me, but I think it’s only fair that you experience the same treatment. Strip for me.”

The new Lila looked at you with a mix of anger and confusion, but the command in your voice was unmistakable. With trembling hands, she began to remove her armor, revealing the soft, curving flesh beneath. Each piece that fell away was a victory, a symbol of your newfound power in this twisted game. You watched intently, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and anticipation. The sight of her undressing was oddly thrilling, like watching a scene you’d only ever experienced in the game, but now you were in control.

As she stood before you in nothing but the collar, you took a moment to appreciate the irony. The protagonist, now a beautiful woman, was yours to command. You stepped closer, your breasts brushing against her soft skin, feeling the heat of her body. "Kneel," you ordered, and she complied, her eyes never leaving yours. The power surged through you, a heady sensation that made you feel alive.

You searched the room for what you needed. Spotting a chest in the corner, you approached it and opened it to reveal an assortment of magical artifacts. Among them was a gleaming strap-on, the kind that could only exist in the realms of fantasy. It was made of a material that seemed to shift and change color with the light, and as you picked it up, you could feel it pulsing with energy. This was no ordinary toy; it was a phallus of pure magic, designed to give the wearer the sensation of a real cock.

You slipped it on, feeling the base nestle inside you, the shaft pressing against your clit in a way that made you gasp. The protagonist watched you with a mix of fear and fascination. "What is that?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"This," you said, stroking the strap-on, "is your new reality." It felt just like your missing cock except it also tingled enticingly inside your new pussy. The protagonist's eyes widened in fear and curiosity. You stepped closer, feeling the weight of the magical phallus sway between your legs, mimicking the sensation of a real erection. You pushed her round onto her hands and knees, examining her pussy from behind.

"You will service me," you instructed, your voice filled with newfound confidence. "As I would have serviced you." You could feel your clit swell against the base of the strap-on, eager for the pleasure it could now bring you. The protagonist looked back at you with a mix of anger and submission, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You smirked, enjoying the role reversal. “Slavegirl…”

“Yes… mistress,” she whispered hesitantly as her breasts swayed prettily.

You felt a thrill at her obedience, a thrill that was quickly followed by an intense arousal. The thought of being in control, of making this powerful character submit to you, was more exhilarating than any battle you’d ever won in the game. You stepped closer, the tip of the strap-on brushing against her wet folds, and she gasped.

“Good girl,” you murmured, sliding it in gently. She was tight, tighter than you’d ever felt before, and the sensation was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You felt her stretch around the magical shaft, her body adapting to this new form of penetration. The protagonist’s body tensed, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, pushing back slightly, urging you deeper.