Luke wakes up...

“Aaar!” Luke cried as he awoke from the strangely erotic dream, sitting bolt upright in shock, the sense of wrongness remaining. His cry has been much to high pitched and he looked down. The sheets that slid down his torso revealed a slimly feminine form. “Oh no,” Luke breathed. He wore Tracy’s clone body. He was undeniably a she. Those were small A cup breasts that were jiggling bee stung like on his chest and, lifting the shed, he could see that his manhood was gone, replaced with a very hairless and utterly female sex. “I’m a girl?” Luke observed in shock. And he was. 18 years. Tiny. Underdeveloped. Cute.

Most worrying of all was that he couldn’t afford to buy a male clone body. He’d arranged this exchange through ****. He was meant to be an Adonis not ... this. He looked about the room and saw he was in a recovery room. He stood from the cot, naked and tiny. His widened hips moved with a feminine liquid grace that made him feel like he was spreading his legs. He shivered in excited worry as he swayed. Then his legs gave out and he fell to the ground. He lay there, small in an akimbo of slimly feminine limbs. “What?” He frowned prettily then remembered he’d not asked for Tracy’s body to have electro-muscular conditioning. His new body was weak as a newborn lamb. It felt strange to be all tangled up in his softly pressing flesh. Slowly he crawled over to the pile of clothes left for him.

These were the clothes he’d ordered for Tracy. A teeny tiny pink g-string that he reluctantly slipped his dainty feet into them bike up so the thong nestled in his rounded ass crack and outlined his new mound as the waist band sat high on his hips. He grabbed the top that left his midriff bare and put it on. - Daddies little cocksucker- the logo read. Tracy was meant to wear this. Not him!

What had David done!?