Introspections and considerations

You've showered and gotten dressed again. You found yourself a pair of denim micro-shorts, a yellow top and a pair of four inch high heel platforms. The ladder part made the male past you chuckle, betting that if you got into them you'd fall over with a scream. The current you giggled as she quickly jumped into the heels and began walking around the house in them.

Yeah, there was no doubt you were comfortable in your new skin. And who wouldn't be? You had a second life of experiences and muscle memories. Being a sultry woman was like riding a bike.

It didn't hurt that this sultry woman you've become seemed to be in peak physical condition compared to what you had been before. You could feel the energy and endorphins just flow through your veins. Maybe it had something to do with being fucked raw by your nephew less than an hour ago and actually having a training regimen in this life, but you could not for the life of you believe that you'd have as easy a time getting into shape in your old body.

Still, it felt great to be in shape and to look great. But, would you want to stay this way? You turned around to look towards the gun, which you've forgotten about. left on the floor in the living room. Well, you've declined to think about it.

Eric was in the kitchen, chatting with some friends and checking out his social media accounts on his phone, still shocked at his new life. You still remember the vixen he'd been last night. Sometimes you could see her through his eyes, giving you a submissive but mischievous look. Submissive and feminine was your new way of life, but age and memories of your former life let you have some more control over it.

You walked over to the gun and picked it up to look at the text screen. You raise your eyebrows as you realize it has recharged back up to three charges. What had the conditions for recharging been? "Charged by lewd or heat"? It seemed your fuck session had recharged the thing back up.

You begin clicking through the menu and see the settings the two of you had put into use on yourselves. "Role swap," which would let the user of the gun swap traits between themselves and the target as they thought of them, and "Aware, autonomous, plaything of the body," on the awareness.

Wait...

You do a double take. Plaything of the body? You blink for a few moments as you begin thinking about what it meant. Eric had lied to you, sure, but you were more curious about considering your own behavior the past hour.

Well, the former you would probably not have gone on his knees and given Eric a blowjob within a minute of being turned into a late twenties woman. You had to admit you had been overly forgiving of this transgression, as you were more interested in getting a good taste of his gorgeous body. And having anal sex right off the bat? Probably not on the menu either.

You felt sort of miffed, but at the same time conflicted. The choice had probably been for the best, all things considered. You looked down at yourself again. You were objectively healthier, sexier, happier and more successful than you had been. Your entire apartment screamed of Good Girl financial success.

The only thing missing in your life was a close lover. Sure, your new body count was hundreds of times as big as your former self's body count, but only one percent of those sexual experiences were slightly more than rubbing one out together with someone else.

The fact of the matter, even as a fuckable and successful woman, you were still lonely. Your sister hadn't had the same success, but you envied her family life, which you had not dared to start because your job was not going to accept the tardiness that came with having children.

As time went by, you had gotten to babysit a little, but as Eric had grown older, he'd started coming by on his own. You both knew it had been wrong, but eventually, a few months ago, you fell to the temptation. Since then you've been fucking every weekend and supporting each other with sweet nothings.

And all of this could be undone or redone with the click of a button on the gun in your hand. You gulped as you wondered what to do next. Eric was still in the kitchen. Maybe it was the post nut clarity, but you had the sensation that something needed to be said, or done, it probably should be done before he put his arms around your body again.