The Prime (original version)

Then to his surprise Prime entered.

"Sir? What are you doing here?" Vonce asked.

The Prime chuckled, "you have a mission... I have my needs...I expect you to keep this quiet. Do I have your word as a man?"

Vonce nodded and wondered what the Prime meant. It sounded foreboding given what was about to happen to him.

They waited in the suite for a minute then a tall muscular man entered. He regarded the pair for an instant, then motioned with his hand. Flux curled about the two men and, in an instant, it was over.

Rachel blinked. The room had grown larger and he felt a little off balance. He righted himself then looked at the Prime. The forty year old man had been fit and handsome, standing six foot with a commanding presence. Now the Prime was five foot, almost naked and very female. She was a Fluxgirl. Only art not nature could create such a voluptuously exaggerated.

The Fluxgirl broadcast sex at indecent volumes. Her long lashed sky blue eyes were large, innocent and naughty in an almost childish way. Her delicate face was naturally made up and framed by a lustrous main of blonde hair that went all the way to her curvy ass. Her breasts were large and showed not a hint of sag, her waist so narrow that it seemed likely her internal organs had been relocated or possibly dangerously reduced. Her rear end flared out, beautifully rounded and smooth, but not unnaturally so. Her tiny feet were impossibly arched and she required high heels to walk. Her movements were fluid and in her impossibly high heels she seemed unable to stay still, moving constantly to balance her top heavy physique, forcing her to take one sexy pose after another.

Von Klay wore a simple **** garment that was wholly transparent and would be easily removed. A **** tattoo was on her breast and a **** collar, cuffs and anklets adorned her neck, wrists and ankles respectively.

Rachel was similarly changed but stood a quarter foot taller than Von Klay, had blonde hair, tan complexion and, though she did not know it, lovey hazel eyes. The two could have been sisters.

Her stance felt wider and her centre of mass was much different but she moved with a natural ease as though she had been born in her voluptuous body. The ease made her a little nervous.

The tattoo on her breast marked her as property, and meant she had to obey the commands of her master. On her breast. She had breasts. And between her legs she had... She could hardly think it's name but she had one in place of her manhood. And it led to a womb. She was now a baby making machine - no she was a Fluxgirl not a Fluxwife. "Mothers," she said - Fluxgirls were for the pleasure of males. It was impossible to get her mind around this... Body. Her body. Was for men. Despite know this was coming it was still very much a struggle to accept.

It also felt very weird to be the property of another, even if it was not permanent, and her mouth felt dry with uncertainty and fear. Fluxgirls were subordinate, submissive compliant creatures. It was intrinsic to their physical makeup. She feared she would obey any command from her master, regardless of her own desires and intents. She feared she would accept and embrace her complete loss of control.

Most significantly she defined herself by her physical prowess, her ability to act to defeat threats to herself and others. In this body her skills were almost useless. She still had her mind which could identify threats ... But this body created completely new threats she had never trained for or even contemplated.

She sighed trying to ignore her fears. This job sucked. She wished she was taller, but she was pushing the normal height limits of a Fluxgirl, and besides men would not want her if she was too tall... she shook her head to escape that last line of thinking. She did not want to stand out as that would draw attention. She did not want attention either as a Fluxgirl or as an undercover agent. Well maybe as a Fluxgirl. Why have such a killer body if she didn't get to enjoy it?