Strange dreams.

“It will take a few hours to acclimate as you sleep,” David says. “Luke, don’t struggle against the behavioural mods. They might go askew if you do,” he advised with a mirthless smile.

“Luke, I want to thank you for this. I think this might be the best thing you’ve ever done for us...” Tracy said. “I can’t wait to try out our new bodies.” She winked and nodded conspiratorially at David.

Luke saw the exchange and felt a twinge of worry. Something was wrong. He went to remove the head set but as he reached for it David initiated the process.

***

Luke felt ... very different. He was acutely aroused and it didn’t accord with his usual sense of arousal. His thoughts were jumbled and confused.

Images of himself filtered through his mind. These were of his new young body, larger, stronger, more muscular. Luke. The master. Dominant and controlling.

Luke liked this image. It felt right.

Then he saw images of Tracy. Younger. Smaller. Submissive. Cutely tamed. Under the dominance of her husband. This thrilled him. He circled about the two images. The size difference between them was marked.

He felt a surge of anticipation. This was what he’d always wanted.

“Pet.” His masculine body said. He stood tall. A naked Adonis. Looking down. His voice was firm and deep and sure and commanding. Luke felt his body shudder with exaltation

“Master.” Her feminine body said. She knelt obsequiously, naked and genteel. Looking up. Her voice was uncertain and soft and demure and high. He could sense her arousal and that she wanted to be his.

Luke knew he was dreaming. He moved towards his idealised male body and then into it. He looked down at the little slut. She was perfection.

She reached up and gripped his manhood. It seemed huge in her tiny hand. She stroked it and he felt himself stirring. Growing erect. His manhood was much larger now. He grinned. There was a reverence in her eyes. She leant in and kissed the head and he exhaled a shuddering breath. The sexual tension was palpable ... yet it felt wrong.

Luke looked down and watched mesmerised as Tracy fondled his large balls and then blinked. That wasn’t right... he struggled to put his finger on it. Not sure. Not in control for a moment. And in that moment he felt her hand growing. His balls were no longer large masculine things but small infantile things that she toyed with. And then they were gone. His balls were gone. She looked up at him and smiled, a hint of confidence in her eyes.

“Um, what’s happening?” He asked. He wanted to get out of here. He tried to leave, to float out of his body. He felt afraid.

“Nothing... Master.” Tracy said as she caressed the smooth expanse where his balls had once hung and kissed his head. Her mouth and lips and tongue teased him but... again they felt much too large and all encompassing. He shuddered in arousal as he looked down to see her kissing his tiny little cock. The thing was hardly recognisable as his manhood and as he stared in excited disbelief it split along the shaft, the tiny little head nestling between pink folds of flesh. He felt an odd detachment. “Wait. That’s a pussy...” Luke stated, dumbfounded.

“Yes. It is...” Tracy agreed as she stood in a fluid motion.

Luke swallowed in fear as the dream world spun and he dropped dazedly to his knees. He looked up at the Adonis body that Tracy wore and then down at the small feminine body he wore.

“What the fuck?”