Variations on a theme

Why had she called him sir? That felt right but it wasn’t who she was… was it? What other things would she find out about herself? The way he had said it made her feel uncomfortably nervous. She had never felt like this before. She was used to being in control, having the answers. Understanding everything. But…

The light weight of her new body, the sensitivity of her breasts, the way the fabric of her maid uniform brushed against her skin, it was all so alien. And yet, it felt right somehow. As if she was filling a role that was always meant to be hers. But it was Kimiko’s role, not hers! The role she had suspected that Kimiko desired.

Still she made the sandwich as he had instructed her, her hands slightly trembling as she sliced the bread and piled on the fillings, her thoughts in turmoil as she tried to understand what being in Kamiko’s petite body meant. The kitchen was so much bigger than she remembered. The counters and appliances towered over her, and yet she felt … at home as she navigated the space. As she worked she tried to recall how the machine worked. The complexities of how it synced with the synapses of a persons mind. That knowledge wasn’t there. She didn’t know. Even the words seemed alien to her now. Like she did not even understand a dummed down summary of everything she once knew. She was… stupid now. It was sobering.

But the thought of serving him, in this new body, filled her with an odd sense of excitement. A thrill that she had never felt before. A purpose she longed to fulfil. But was it really her? Or was it just the remnants of Kimiko? No, it was Kamiko. But.. she was Kimiko. It was confusing and it made her head hurt. She just wanted to obey. Let him worry about all this. That seemed like the best thing…

The fact that she was physically Kimiko was amazing though. She really was a woman. Not in some abstract way. Every sense confirmed that her body was small, weak, slim, small, wide hipped and small breasted. It was just what she saw. She felt it. Everywhere. Her teeth were different.,her hands were tiny and slim fingered. Her sense of balance was different, her centre of mass was lower. Hips wider. She inhaled and her small breasts rose. She really wanted to explore her new body. She imagined her former penis and tried to flex the muscles there. It was more internal. She wanted to touch her new sex to understand it. Best not too… She took a deep breath and finished the sandwich, placing it neatly on a plate and carrying it back into the lab.

John, still in her body, was hunched over the machine, a look of intense concentration etched on his face. The sight of her master working so diligently stirred something deep within her. A warmth that spread through her chest, down to her stomach and lower. It was strange, but she felt a profound urge to make him happy. To serve him. As Kimiko had done so many times before. But she had never known that Kimiko yearned for so much more, her demure submissiveness frustrating her desires. It was excruciating.

She cleared her throat, "Master, I have your sandwich."

John looked up from the machine, his eyes widening slightly. "Oh, right. Thank you, Kimiko... I mean, thank you." He took the plate from her and sat down on a stool, his mind racing with the implications of their situation. “Come here…”

Kimiko, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion, approached John. She couldn’t help but notice the way his hands moved, so sure and confident. It was fascinating and a little intimidating. He was so much bigger than her. Imposing. Commanding. Her heart hammered.

John took a bite of the sandwich, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know, this situation isn’t all bad," he said. "We both get to experience something new."

Kimiko felt a blush rise in her cheeks and found herself nodding in agreement. "I... I suppose so, Sir."

John swallowed the mouthful of sandwich and set the plate aside. He stepped closer to her, his gaze roving over her form, taking in every curve and detail that he knew was now his to explore. "Kimiko, I think we can use this... situation to our advantage. Kimiko… you’ve always been such a good girl. So obedient. But now, Kimiko can be even more... devoted. Not just as a maid.”

Kimiko felt a shiver of anticipation run through her. The thought of being even more devoted to her master was thrilling. Kimiko had always enjoyed serving him, but now she had the chance to serve him in ways Kimiko never had before. "How do you wish for me to serve you, Sir?"

John, enjoying the power he now held over his creation, smirked. "Let's start with the basics. You know how much I love it when you wear that little French maid outfit for me."

Kimiko felt a strange mix of emotions—part embarrassment, part excitement. She had never felt this way before. "Y-yes, Sir." She knew. Of course she knew. She had been master.

John looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Good. But… I want you to take it off."

Kimiko, feeling a bit dizzy from the sudden shift in roles, obeyed. She pulled off her maid's uniform, revealing her slender figure. The fabric of her bra and panties were soft against her skin, a stark contrast to the stiff fabric of the uniform. As she removed her underwear, she caught John's gaze lingering on her body. She felt a strange sense of vulnerability.

“Stop. Come here.” The words echoed in the silence of the lab, and she obeyed without a second thought. The way he looked at her, with such intensity, it was like he could see right through her. As if he owned her, body and soul. And in this moment, she felt like he did. Like she was putty in his hands, ready to be shaped into whatever he desired.

“Look down at your body and describe what you see.” John’s voice was firm, and Kimiko felt the weight of his authority in those simple words. She had never felt so exposed, yet so compelled to obey. She gazed down her nee naked body, uncertainly.

"I see...I see a body that's not mine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's...it's smaller, more delicate."

“No. Whose body is it now?” John’s question hung in the air, and for a moment, Kimiko was lost in the sensation of her new form. The alienness of her curves, the way her breasts felt in her palms, the way the air brushed against her skin.

“It’s... it’s my body, Sir,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and confusion.

“Good. Describe it.” John's command was simple, but the depth of the task was not lost on Kimiko.

She took a deep breath and began, her voice quivering slightly as she recounted the details of her new form. "It's... small and… feminine." She paused, her hand moving over her now bare chest, feeling the unfamiliar weight of her new breasts. "The skin is soft, the curves... they're different."

“Keep going.” John’s voice was softer now, but the command in it was unmistakable.

Kimiko, feeling a strange thrill at the sound of it, continued her description. "My waist is smaller, and my hips are wider. My legs feel longer, and...and there's…"

“Your new sex?” John’s voice was gentle, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Kimiko’s body.

She nodded. They had never spoken about such things, and not like this. But here she was, in Kimiko’s body, describing the most intimate parts of herself to him. "It's...it's bare. No... no hair. It's...it's smooth and... sensitive, Sir."

“Close your eyes. Imagine youreelf bent over, your pussy exposed. How does that make you feel?” John’s words were a whisper, but they had the **** of a command.

Kimiko closed her eyes and obeyed, feeling a rush of heat to her cheeks. Her mind painted the image he described, and she felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. It was as if she was peering into a part of herself she had never seen before.

“What would you like me to do to you when you are bent over like that?” John’s question sent a jolt through Kimiko’s body, making her knees wobble. She had never considered the implications of their current situation in such an explicit manner before. Yet, the thought of him using her in that way, with her own body, was... intoxicating. She felt a wetness between her legs that she had never experienced.

"Whatever you wish, Sir," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, I know what I wish. You do to because you were once me. And I know what you want because I wanted it. But… Tell me… tell me what you want? Bent over and pussy exposed. Tell me what you want in your tiny feminine body. I want to hear you say it.” He goaded her.

Kimiko felt a knot form in her throat, but she knew she had to obey. Her master’s desires were her own now. She took a shaky breath and whispered, "I want... I want you to... to fill me, Sir. I want you to claim this body as your own property."

“Go on…” he cajoled, “bend over and tell me what you want. Kimiko.”

Her knees quivered as she obeyed, leaning over the lab bench. The cool metal sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the muscles in her legs strain to hold the position. Her thoughts swirled with a mix of excitement and fear, but she knew she had to submit to him. To her master. "Please, Sir," she whimpered, her voice thick with need, "I want you to take me. To show me how to be a good... a good... servant to you."

“Your naked breasts, they hang and sway. How do they feel?” John’s question was like a caress, and Kimiko felt a rush of pleasure at the thought of him watching her so intently. She felt the weight of her new breasts, she couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation. She reached up and cupped them in her hands, feeling their softness and their warmth. “No touching. Hands by your sides. Let your nipples rub on the bench. How does it feel?”

Kimiko's hands dropped obediently to her sides, and she felt the hard surface of the lab bench press into her tender flesh. The sensation was oddly arousing, and she bit her lip to keep from groaning. The bench was hard against her skin, and she felt her nipples stiffen and rub against the wood with every shaky breath she took. It was strange, but she found herself enjoying the discomfort. It was like a reminder of her submission. “It feels...it feels good, Sir. I like it when you tell me what to do."

“Yes. I know. I understand what you want completely. You should have taken me long ago. I would have been yours, exactly how you want me to now. But now you are mine. Tell me how that makes you feel…”

John's voice, coming from her former body, was a soft purr that sent shivers down her spine. She felt her knees give out a bit, but she remained bent over the bench, her palms flat against the cool metal. It was a stark contrast to the warmth between her legs. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal, but she couldn’t deny the truth of his words. In this body, she was his. Completely. “I feel... I feel like I belong to you, Sir. Like this is where I'm meant to be," she confessed, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Do you like my female body? John’s question was a gentle tease, and Kimiko felt her cheeks burn even hotter. Kimiko had always been so proper, so obedient. But now, trapped in her form, the new woman she found herself feeling things she had never felt before. Desire, lust, a need to submit. "Y-yes, Sir," she stuttered, feeling the slickness between her thighs grow.

He stepped closer, his own arousal evident in the way his body responded to her vulnerability. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace a line down her spine. "Now, spread your legs wider for me."