Idealised sexual perfection

I opened my eyes and was instantly aware that I was in my mech body, I couldn't move a muscle, but I'd been warned that initially, my motor functions would be disabled while the body learnt to interpret the signals I was sending it. Something about a machine learning algorithm that would interpret very poorly at first, but within a week I'd be free and able to move. I knew not to panic.

My vision was merely a black curtain. It's all that I could see. I had hoped for something a little more stimulating. As I was thinking that though, I heard a voice to my left. The voice was deep, it was masculine, and above all, it was authoritative. In some ways, it reminded me of my old voice, which has definitely been my best attribute. I realised that I had been so focused on the qualities of the voice that I hadn't been listening to what it had been saying, so I tuned in just in time to hear, "show you the mirror."

The black curtain dropped revealing a mirror. I was greeted with the sight of one of the most stunning humans I had ever seen. There was absolutely nothing subtle about the naked body before me. It was clearly a mech body, no natural human could look that perfect. My new body was sexual dynamite, from the perfect face to the absolutely enormous tits.

That's right. Tits. My new body was female. VERY female. Absolutely gorgeous, to the level that I think I would have given my left nut to fuck this body just once, but FEMALE. The possibility of a gender swap had never crossed my mind.

Looking at myself, I could only assume that my body hadn't learned to process arousal yet, because those massive breasts, that tiny waist with lightly defined abs, those wide hips, the long elegant legs, the long voluminous blond hair that framed a perfect face with long lashes drawing attention to the large, ice-blue eyes, and that cute hairless pussy should have had me as aroused as I had ever been, but I had no sexual reaction at all.

Now, I couldn't see my ass at that time, but I have been reliably informed that a fitness model would be jealous of my derriere, and my toned back is apparently the stuff that wet dreams are made of. What I could see though, was that the only other person in the room was Michael Stevenson, which meant that the voice from before was his. This confused me. Michael's voice wasn't exactly anything noteworthy, but the voice that I had heard before was one that you wouldn't forget in a hurry.