“... on the phone.”

“I saw a program on the phone,” Jojo says hopefully. She had wanted a submissive woman - not to be one. She had to undo this, soon. She was already starting to think and react like a ZZ chromosome girl. That would mean a heightened sex drive and high fertility. Her new womb was ready for action... plus those infantilised tendencies she’d included for the Z chromosome were doubly strong with her double Z chromosome and made her feel childish and uncertain.

Jojo looked to her master for guidance, hoping that he understood her dilemma. It was an important decision to undo this... not one she felt capable of making by herself. Forget the illiteracy issue - if she tried to undo this she could make it worse. Make everyone like her. Then who would make the big decisions? Who would father the babies? She shook her head, trying to remember she was a man with a brain not a brainless ditzy ZZ girl. “I don’t know how to make it work.”

“Yes, yes.” He says dismissively. “You know phones are much too complicated for you to operate Jojo.” He patted her patronisingly on the ass and she found his touch reassuring. She wondered what her new body looked like. Big breasts and a cute female sex on a childish sized body. “You know what you’re good at. You should stick to that. Domestic chores, pleasing me and, when I decide it’s time, having babies...” he kissed her forehead and she grew excited. Her heart beat faster as she looked up at him. She realised she was quite short, probably only four feet ten and this accentuated her sense of weakness and submissiveness. She wasn’t overly bright now and her role was to have babies. She’d written this role after all. But not for herself.

Jojo nodded, feeling unsure about her role in this new world. She couldn’t read what was on the screen. It was important though. She hadn’t intended on becoming stuck like this. She’d expected to be able to reverse the changes but the inability to read meant she was reliant on someone else, perhaps her master, to undo all this. And she wondered if anyone who could undo this would want too. After all, this was normal for them.

As she followed her master down the street she saw a few female drones, poor infertile sexpets, and male drones following their masters. She was glad she hadn’t ended up like them - sterile non breeder sluts or brainless studs. Judging by the numbers of them it seemed likely that she could well have. But she was a prized ZZ girl. A rarity. There were a few none Z’s about. Masters and mistresses. She realised that she was overly dressed for a sub-human. Most wore little or nothing. She eyed the sub-male cocks. They looked big but she was smaller now. And with her new inclinations those cocks looked yummy. That was worrying. She’d never cared much for cock before.