Try and leave.

Luke worried about the arrival of David or Tracy. He’d seen the Adonis body. Who was in it? He felt an odd giddiness as he thought about the body he should be in. It felt like a teenage crush. Dry mouth. Heart skipping a beat. An odd longing. The behavioural mods he’d asked for made him long to see that body. He’d do anything they wanted.

Luke felt disquieted by his new desires. And they were desires. Externally enforced but a part of him now. A very strong part of him. No. Not him. Of her. They were very feminine in their intent. This was exactly what she’d asked for. How much could she be controlled? Her only point of negotiable was the evidence. Would the new mental controls make her give up her bargaining chip. She didn’t want to find out. If she lost her advantage then she could be stuck like this. Her sense of excitement grew. A part of her wanted that.

She shook her head as she struggled against the undeniable desire to stay like this. It was very strong and she had to consciously think through why she wanted to be male and... free. But did she really want to be. She felt uncertain. That was bad.

She crawled weakly over to the door and tried it. It was locked. The door was solid. It felt like a prison. She was a prisoner! The realisation should have terrified her but instead it felt right and exciting. Her submissiveness made it so. She slumped on the sterile lab floor. Exhausted and aroused.

There was a noise as the door opened and David stepped in. “Hello Tracy,” he greeted her.

Luke looked up and realised just how tiny and helpless she was. Again that strange contentment filled her. This was how she was meant to be.

“David. I’m going to ruin you if you don’t fix this...” she said. She wanted to sound threatening but her voice was sexy, high and sweet. It sounded less cocky and aggressive than pleasingly soft. “Please...” she finished. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Impressive. You’re fighting. But Tracy pet. Where is the evidence...?” David cajoled her. Something in his voice gripped at her mind and made her want to tell him. It grew as she struggled against the urge. He was a man. She obeyed men. That was who she was.

Luke bit her lip. “I’m Luke...” she said with uncertainty as she tried to overcome her behavioural mods. She may as well have tried to hold back the rising tide.

“You’re Tracy now. Luke. Your husband. Is waking up and n the adjacent lab. We agreed that this was the best way to deal with you. Your former wife was quite angry when I explained what you had planned for you. She insisted on this. And I admit there is a certain poetic justice to it... but first. Where is the evidence.”

“Please. I don’t want to be a girl. I’ll give it to you. Just give me back my body...” she started to cry. “Damn hormones and emotions.” As she spoke she felt like she was lying. She did want to be a girl...

“Tracy. The evidence.” David said sternly.

That did it. She nodded and snivelling she told him how she had set things up. All her contingency plans. Once she started she couldn’t stop. He recorded it all. And when she was done she felt both horrified and that weird contentment. She had no leverage now. Just like that she was defeated. How could she have been so stupid?!