The valet

“The fluxlord Polus will be but a moment. Enjoy your last moments as a man…” the Valet says with a laugh as he left Vonce to his devices.

As Vonce waited, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation. He knew the transformation would be permanent if it wasn't reversed by the Prime, and the thought of losing his masculinity forever terrified him. But he couldn’t back out now.

At the same time, there was something arousing about becoming a flux girl. Vonce couldn't deny the fact that he was fatalistically intrigued by the thought of being a constantly horny and submissive fluxgirl.

As part of his preparation to impersonate Rachel he had spent as much time with her as possible and knew her intimately. She was not overly intelligent to say the least but she was sexy and insatiable and utterly obedient to her masters will.

Vonce's mind raced as he thought about the reality of his impending transformation. Would he become a mere plaything for the deputy prime, unable to think for himself - herself? Would he crave the touch of anyone who called him Rachel?

He pictured his life as Rachel, his days filled with degrading drudge work and his nights spent in the throes of pleasure. His hand trembled as he thought about the potential loss of his identity, his very essence being stripped away and replaced with something... less. For fluxgirls loved their existence. They were unrelentingly happy in their ignorance and lives of mundane work and sexual servitude. For fluxgirls were domestic slaves - washing, cleaning and doing tasks worthy of their lowly status and mentally limited state.

But it wasn’t just the loss of his intellect that concerned him. It was the loss of control. Rachel was a sexual toy, a living, breathing fuck doll, and Vonce had seen the way the other men looked at fluxgirls. Their eyes were filled with a hunger that was quit terrifying when one considered those eyes might view him in the same way. The thought of being used in such a way, of being so **** and at the mercy of others’ desires, sent a shiver down his spine. Yet, the fear was tinged with a queer excitement.

He tried to imagine himself as Rachel, all but naked, bending over to serve tea with his – her – ass in the air, eager for a good pounding. Breasts swaying enticingly. Would he – she – even realize what was happening? Would the transformation strip away any semblance of self-awareness, leaving him a mindless creature of desire? The very idea of being treated like that, of being nothing more than a hole to be filled, was disturbing. But there was a dark allure to it too, a taboo thrill that made his heart race.

When he had fucked Rachel, because he had fucked her, he had imagined himself as her. Making the same noises of pleasure, feeling the same pressure build in his stomach, begging for release. But it was always just a fleeting thought, a dark corner of his mind that he didn't dare explore too deeply. Now, as he stared into the mirror, he knew that corner was about to become his reality. And possibly forever.

He didn’t fully trust the prime but he had **** but to hope. The alternative was too dire to contemplate. A life as Rachel, forever trapped in a cycle of mindless servitude and insatiable lust. He feared becoming the very thing he had used to satisfy his own darkest desires. The thought of his mind being reduced to a simple vessel for pleasure was terrifying. Would he be nothing more than a dumb, horny fuck pet?

He knew Rachel's routine all too well, the way she would purr and wiggle when she saw a man approaching, her eyes glazed over with need. She was always eager to please, never questioning, never resisting. The men took her whenever they wanted, in whatever way they desired. She was a toy to be played with, a tool to be used, and the idea of that being his fate was almost too much to bear.

But why was he getting an erection then, for fucks sake!!!

Vonce stared down at the traitorous bulge in his pants, disgust and fascination warring within him. He felt like he was going mad. This was not how he pictured his final moments as a man. The room around him seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart, the walls closing in as the reality of his situation sank in. The thought of becoming Rachel, of being treated like a mindless plaything, should have been repulsive, but instead, it sent a thrill through him that was impossible to ignore.

“No. I am a man. I will not enjoy this…” he told himself. But he feared he was lying to himself.