Jerry to Jerri, pt 1

"Deep breathes, Ryan. You had to do it." Ryan told himself, slowly lowering the remote. "You can't pass this up. That's right. You have to do it."

Ryan examined the remote. As Jerry described, the buttons appeared to shift endlessly, as if the surface area of the handheld device was far, far larger than it ought to be and Ryan's eyes were trying to look at too much at once until they narrowed in on what he wanted. He thought about Jerry's story and the part about the mystery man Joe turning his debtors into strippers. The remote's buttons into a collection of toggles and buttons for gender.

He had to do something about Jerry, Ryan knew. He could just do what Jerry did to the remote's first owner and make Jerry forget everything. But Ryan knew why he wanted the remote. He wanted to do what Joe had done. And Ryan had to start with someone.

After carefully examining the various gender toggles (hormone levels? internalized sexism? dysphoria? separate sliders for X and Y chromosome copies?), Ryan realized there was a time component and a separate row of switches resolved it above the gender options - "physical retroactive" and "mental retroactive", with a log-scale slider for how much time the retroactivity applied, and separate button for "clothing adjust." Ryan set the changes to be physically retroactive for a hundred years (longer than Jerry's age, he figured) and clothing to adjust, and then increased the X chromosomes to two and lowered the Y chromosomes to zero.

The effects were immediate. Ryan exhaled. Jerry was now a woman in her mid-fifties - still heavy-set, still burly, face still rough and handsome, hair still dark and curly with grey at the temples and still the same length - but with a softer jaw, a flair to her waist and ass, slightly reduced shoulders, and breasts pushing out her shirt. If Ryan understood the implications of the button, Jerry had the body as if "he" had been born with two X chromosomes (and wore clothes that fit), but still had all the memories of being a man.

For the moment, the dissonance thrill Ryan. But he wanted a more responsive target. If he was going to unpause his victim, that would mean Ryan had to make Jerry complaint first. Ryan started by lowering Jerry's dysphoria to zero (that number had shot up during the transformation), then found the mind control options. He maxed Jerry's compliance, then used the button to implant ideas in Jerry's mind.

"You like that I'm transforming you with the remote. You wanted to someone to use the remote, but you didn't want the responsibility, so you're thrilled that I'm using it instead. Any change I make to you is exciting and fun. I have every right to use the remote to transform people with the remote. You're happy I have the remote."

Ryan unpaused Jerry. The newfound woman blinked and dropped the body she had been pouring from. She swiveled in place, looking at her body in surprise.

"Wow. Wow!" She turned to Ryan with a smile splitting her face. "Did you do this? Wow!"

"Yeah, yeah... listen, it's okay if I keep this?" Ryan wiggled the remote meekly. He still didn't quite believe the mental changes will work.

Jerry seemed to freeze up for a moment as gears turned in her head. Then she gave Ryan a thumbs up and a big grin.

"Of course! Consider it yours! Man, it's kinda a relief. Not my problem anymore, right?" Jerry examine her body, groping her tits in wonder. "But, uh, don't leave me hanging."

"Oh?" Ryan played innocent. "What do you mean?"

"I mean-" Jerry's voice cracked with excitement, "Go fucking wild."