Gwen Houston

Lights flash. Images, moving too fast to discern individual frames, flit past your eyes. Pictures of a city you don’t recognize. A house in the suburbs. Skin-on-skin … people fucking … someone mowing a lawn … an office … a church...a girl bent over her mother’s knee being spanked...Breasts of all shapes and sizes … chains…School...

My name is Gwen.

“My name is Gwen,” you mumble, having been told to repeat what it tells you.

I am Mommy's perfect girl

"I am Mommy's perfect girl"

I am her's alone, she is safety, beauty and I need to do what she says to be a good girl.

"I am her's alone, she is safety, beauty and I need to do what she says to be a good girl"

Then images of pacifiers and soft comfy blankets…cute girl clothes intermixed with Collars and whips...cute girly panties. pink..mesh..pastels..bears and cute cartoon characters….

This goes on for hours. Or so it seems. Then Gwen wakes up.

My eyes flit open taking a moment to adjust to the lights in the room. I sit up. Everything feels … different.

I slide off the bed, I feel the same but I am having trouble seeing anything. My vision...fuck..., I think. I can't see. "On the tray beside you is a pair of glasses. I put them on and I’m immediately pissed off. "Why did I want glasses?" I said aloud.

The woman staring back at you from the mirror is … you. A name comes to mind and sends a chill down your spine: Gwen. That’s you–isn’t it?

I can't believe what I am seeing, or not seeing. It's me your brain tells you, but it's nothing I have ever seen before. I am hot you think. I smiled, from someplace deep down I know I am right. I was truly completely changed. I was Gwen.. whoever that is. Still the same height but skinny. My body is much more trimmed and tiny. Even my skin was different much more freckled and pale, it was distinctive at least. Gwen’s body had tone, I just was too lazy to go outside, no Jessica was too lazy. I had lost most of my breast size, they were now more like little turned over teacups with cute dusty pink nipples. I guess I would have to go bra shopping, or maybe not.

The part I was enjoying the most was my long thick fiery red hair. Gone was the mousy brown it used to be. I could actually do stuff with it I thought. I could braid it or put it in a bun or something. I was worried I had changed myself into a younger kid but my small batch of soft wispy pubic hair was a testament to more of my good choices. I felt my pubic hair a little, then curiosity got the best of me. Since no one was around so I took a mirror and checked my pussy. It was beautiful, something I had been wondering about since I woke up. Not all odd and embarrassing like before. Looking at my new body I start to wonder what else I had done. Can I get pregnant? Do I even want too anymore? And what about love?

The door opened, startling me. “Oh good, you’re up.” the woman walking through the door says. She looks to be about thirty with dark black hair, tanned and very well endowed. Her white lab coat betrays her black Lacey bra. She is wearing heels that send chills up your spine every time they hit the floor.

"Holy shit," I say softly then cover my mouth. A thousand things come crashing like a full wave of pleasure. A thousand voices all talking at once. All things that I don't think were there before. thoughts, feelings, images of girls throughout my, no, Gwen's childhood. Kisses. A vision of a dark-haired girl naked in bed with me at night.

I come out of my trance back to the room. The woman is still there. She is looking at me through her glasses with a concerned look on her face. It is wrong that I want her to pounce on me? I was actually hoping she would give me an exam. I was really proud of that work, I totally wanted someone to appreciate it. I wouldn't even mind a good spanking from her at this point. Another chill rocks my body, this time with it a wave of pleasure.I was shocked how turned on I am at that thought. I could feel my body fill with electricity. Whoa, you think. It's like I have unlocked the dirty girl box. I had been kind of a prude, or at least unimaginative.

She looks at you and smiles at your comment. "Good," she says and writes something down on her clipboard. "We were wondering how everything turned out. We were really worried about how 'Gwen' would turn out. In all the time I have worked here I have never seen such a request. "My name is Dr. Tully" she says as she extends her hand out to you. You shake her hand still focused on her bra and chest. She giggles as she gives me the once over with her eyes. She smiles and looks into my eyes. "Too bad Mr. Tully isn't a sharing type of guy." She flashes her ring "plus I am straight and prevented by law to make expectations." She smiles warmly at me

I can't think of anything to say or do. I just stand there naked staring at a smiling, gorgeous Dr. Tully.

"I bought some clothes," she said, taking a moment or two checking me out in silence. "Um, you kind of picked them out.The rest of your...of them are waiting to meet you." She hands you a duffel bag, pink and blue with heart charms on the zippers.

I open the bag and start getting dressed. I was pretty impressed with my style sense. No, Gwen's. Sneakers, ankle socks, powder pink mesh bikini panties, small Jean shorts and blue and white bohemian top with no bra. You figure you don't need one anyway. There are papers in the bag. As well as a purse another change of clothes and most likely documentation and such.

I put on my clothes slowly under the watchful eye of Dr. Tully. "Um," I say. I pause for a second. Hearing my voice out loud was shocking, to say the least. It was now very different from the way it used to be. I was so far very pleased with all of my new features. Definitely an upgrade from the old me. However, curiosity got the better of me. "How long have…" I asked finally putting on my top.

Dr. Tully silently shook her head. "You have to understand that you need to rely on your implanted and chosen personality. It is important that you don't fight the rest of the process. Jessica is gone," she said sharply "and she will never be back. You are Gwen now. Learn about Gwen. Rarely do people get to live another life." She opens her arms and you allow her to embrace you. "You are going to melt her heart whoever she is." You smile and seem to glow. Gwen, for the moment, feels safe.

Wait, she?

"Okay," the Dr. says "We need to talk about a couple of things as we walk."