Well, hello there.

"Holy... hah, well hello there," was all I could say. I... I wasn't sure what happened a few moments ago but... something did happen for sure related to my power, because...

... well, I'm Grizzly. Straight up, I'm her now. I have her voice, her face, her body (and boy does it feel weird knowing I'm made of metals and synthetics and not flesh), and her gun. Which I fully unloaded with practiced ease and instinct, even though I knew jackshit when it comes to gun handling. Benefits of being Grizzly herself, and maybe also being a T-Doll in general.

With the gun holstered and the magazine (and ejected bullet from the chambered slotted back in) put off to the side on my bed; well, my original body's bed, but I'm still me so its technically my bed, despite my change in bodies. Facing away from the reflection in my now dormant PC monitor, I laid myself down and out on the bed mattress. I looked up to the ceiling before I brought up one of my arms to look at. Smooth white synthetic skin met my eyes and I marveled at the feat of engineering beneath that flesh-covered veneer. Because I am Grizzly, I also know just how capable she-I am now. Fast reflexes, incredible strength, insane agility, and so many other feats beyond the capabilities of the baseline human being; if anything, what I could achieve would take time and effort to replicate with a typical human body.

Laying the limb flat against my forehead, a motion that jostled a few strands of auburn hair into my vision, I let out a giggle at the sheer absurdity the situation I was in. If this really was a dream, then I really fucking hope I don't wake up from it. But it could hardly be a dream, yes? I slapped my self, pinched myself, and Grizzly was able to stop me from continuing on. Not to mention how mundane my day was before I found that rock. I really wouldn't dream of my daily routine and job, seriously who could even do that?

Shifting around on my bed and enjoying the sensations of my new body, I kicked my boots off so I wouldn't have to deal with bulky footwear on the sheets. Luckily, they didn't fly high or far so I didn't lose something valuable to high velocity footwear. Same went with the gloves, even if they felt nice and looked cool. Gloves removed and tossed off to side, I looked down to see my sizeable chest globes and without hesitation, moved my hands to unbutton my shirt-leotard thingy.

Much like it was in her game's damage art, a black lacy bra greeted my eyes as I went down the column of shirt buttons. Constrained by said bra were Grizzly's-sorry, my tits. Now that I was looking at them, I could feel how my beautifully lacy black bra pushed against my chest - nothing pleasurable but something I realized I didn't think about until right now.

"Oh fuck they're really big from here," I couldn't help but comment. While I appreciated the view, something else came to mind.

Just where did the original Grizzly go?

Remembering the various possession works I've read, some of them had the original inhabitant either evicted out of their body or still in it in some fashion. Usually, they end up body-swapped, permanently disembodied, corrupted, or subsumed or mixed with the possessor into one. I can rule out a few but...

"Hey, you there Grizzly?" It wasn't necessary to speak out or move my eyes up towards my brain - or really, the hardware that now managed my systems and software like a brain - but felt it helped a bit. "Not that I don't mind, but say something if you're there or something."