Yes

You think it over for a few minutes. You've always harbored a secret desire to be a woman, and have always envied Sophie for the ease with which she inhabited her life as a female.

Now you know Sophie isn't really a woman. That she was made female against her will. And you see an opportunity to return her masculinity to her, and at the same time, fulfill your own fantasies...

Nervous, not certain you're doing the right thing, you initiate the Personality Exchange...

and everything fades from view for a moment...

Sophie's Office

This is Sophie's home office, where she does most of her freelance IVR programming. There's a desk here, a shelf with some IVR programming modules, and a swivel chair. There's a biosupport bed against one wall that you can climb into.

And suddenly you feel a man's hands on your forehead, removing your skullcap. It gets caught in your long hair, but the hands wriggle it free and put it aside.

You find yourself looking up at your own reflection - or at least the man you used to be.

Gerald looks down at you with a concerned expression on his face.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Like...like a woman,” you answer, sitting up and adjusting to the new, strange proportions of your diminutive frame, your breasts moving disconcertingly within the confines of your bra. Sophie's sweatshirt and jeans fit you perfectly, of course.

“I don't know why you did that, Gerald,” he says, “but thank you. I feel myself again - well, maybe about forty years younger than I used to be, and a dozen years older than I have been lately - but I've got male parts, and that's all I care about.”

You look up at him. He's grinning happily as he talks. He sees your expression and he falters. “How about you? Are you really okay?”

“Well, I just turned into a woman. It'll take some getting used to. You've had a few years, this is my first day.”

Gerald smiles down at you. “I have to confess I was surprised to find myself in your body. Do you want to explain?”

“I wouldn't have switched with you if it weren't something I wanted. I love you, Sophie - well, Gerald, now. I've always loved everything about you, but always there was an envy - I wanted to be you. Now I get to be you, forever, and you get your manhood back. But it'll take time for me to get used to things.”

“I love you too, Sophie. But I hope you meant what you said about really wanting to be me,” Gerald answers.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“The Personality Exchange is experimental tech - and one of the reasons I ended up being Sophie in the first place. But it's a one-time transfer. I could switch you with someone else, but we can't ever switch back to each other.”

“I switched us knowing that was a possibility,” you answer. “I can see a lot of complications coming up with us taking over each other's lives - like, how do we get you up to speed in my job? And that's just a for instance - never mind meeting the parents.”

“Well, I can do something about that,” he answers. “It'll take a bit of time, but I can write something to extract memory templates that we can swap. You we don't really need to worry about - my life was a fraud anyway - but I can get enough of your memory to get by as you.”

“But, Gerald,” you finally ask, “who did this to you in the first place? Who are you?”

He smiles. “First off, call me John. I know I'll have to get used to Gerald soon, but I'd like to use my name while I still can.”

“I'm John Carruthers,” he says. “I was born 1960, so that makes me 67 - no, I lost a few years there, didn't I? I'm seventy years old, Gerald. You've been fucking a forcibly feminized geriatric.”

“You don't look much like any of those adjectives apply now,” you answer.

“Thanks to you,” he grins.

“So who did it to you?” you ask.

He chuckles mirthlessly. “Would you believe it was my wife? My fucking wife, to whom I bequeathed my controlling share of GeneIVR Tech and its associated IVR and bioprogramming interfaces. She modeled Sophie - me - on my secretary Janice, who I must admit I'd been fucking regularly, and had been doing some kinky stuff with.”

“And she made you submissive - as what, ****?”

“Yeah, basically. It's hard to look at it that way, since for the past couple of years that's just been the way I was - I was Sophie, as far as I know. It's not nice to find out that everything you fantasize about is somebody else's idea of entertainment, or ****.” His gaze grows distant as he remembers.

“Laura was supposed to be in Turkey, shopping. She loved smart fabrics, you know, intelligent clothing or some such crap, and the best place to get them is in the Middle East - great handweavers, a lot closer to Indian programmers, etc. So I'd taken Janice out to the house in the Hamptons. Janice was a bit of a party girl, had a mouth on her, but she was a great fuck.” John smiles. “Anyway, Laura managed to catch us in the middle of a pretty elaborate scene - Janice was hanging upside down, spread-eagled, from the living room ceiling, sucking my cock while I dripped candle wax over her pussy. You really can't explain away something like that, can you?”

“But why did she make you female? Why not just kill you?”

“As for killing me, I've got an encryption key stored in my brainwave signature that unlocks some very valuable software in the company's possession. There's no other key. The idea was probably to keep me alive but harmless, in a position where they could hack at my brain to wend the key free. Making me addicted to online sex kept me logged in where their software code breakers could work on me.”

“And as for making me a chick, well. I think my wife just liked the idea that I was completely emasculated. We didn't really get along.”

“And the Personality Matrix Exchanger?” you ask.

“That's what the encryption key is for. We only built 3 prototype hardware/software bundles - one of which, apparently, Laura was kind enough to use on me and leave installed on my IVR rig. My old company can make millions of bundles, but can't get the hardware and software to communicate without the encryption key. If they could build and market the thing, it's an incredible advance over the usual body mod method - vat grown clones, and weeks in IVR matching your brainwave pattern to the new wetware. This thing is instantaneous.”

“So,” he says, “I have some unfinished business with Laura, obviously. I'd like you to do me a favor and keep logging into IVR as me. TRAINER should recognize you as Sophie Carruthers now, so that shouldn't be a problem.”

“Why?” you ask.

“I need Laura to think I'm still emasculated, still neutralized, while I figure out what to do with her. Besides, it's good training for a submissive sex ****.” he grins.

You realize he's talking about you. Clearly he's expecting a complete reversal of roles - for you to be submissive. Do you agree to this? (yes/no)