A Taste of His Own Medicine

Michaela stood in the centre of the room, the remote clutched tightly in her hand. Her heart raced as she stared at Zack’s frozen form, his face caught in a look of panic mid-lunge. The power she held was intoxicating, but it was also terrifying. She had no idea how the remote worked, but she was determined to figure it out. And more importantly, she was determined to make Zack understand what it felt like to have his body changed without his consent.

She glanced at the remote’s screen, her fingers trembling as she navigated the menu. There were so many options—Physical Traits, Mental Abilities, Emotional States. But one option caught her eye: Time: Isolate Body Parts. She selected it, and a new menu popped up, listing individual body parts: Head, Torso, Arms, Legs…

Perfect, she thought. She could unfreeze Zack’s head, let him experience the changes just like she had. Let him feel the helplessness, the fear, the violation.

With a few clicks, she unpaused Zack’s head. His eyes widened as he regained awareness, his mouth opening in a gasp. “Michaela!” he shouted, his voice ****. “What are you doing?!”

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine,” she replied coldly, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. “You changed me without asking, Zack. You thought you could just… rewrite me like I was some kind of project. Well, now it’s your turn.”

Zack’s face paled, his eyes darting to the remote in her hand. “Michaela, please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, okay? I messed up. But we can fix this. Just… just give me the remote, and I’ll change you back. I’ll change everything back.”

Michaela shook her head, her expression hardening. “No, Zack. You don’t get to fix this. Not yet. First, you’re going to understand what it feels like.”

She pulled up Zack’s bio on the remote’s screen, her eyes scanning the details:

Name: Zack Chau

Age: 21

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 55 kg

Gender: Male

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Bust: N/A

Waist: 80 cm

Hips: 90 cm

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Software Engineer

Personality Traits: Ambitious, analytical, reserved.

Life Goals: Advance in his career, achieve financial stability.

Michaela’s lips curled into a sly smile as she selected the Gender option. She scrolled through the choices, her finger hovering over Female. “Let’s see how you like being on the other side,” she muttered, pressing the button.

Zack’s eyes widened in horror as he felt a strange tingling sensation spread through his body. He tried to move, to protest, but his body remained frozen. “Michaela, no!” he screamed, his voice high-pitched and panicked. “Please, don’t do this! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything!”

But Michaela wasn’t listening. She watched as Zack’s body began to change, his frame shrinking, his shoulders narrowing, his waist cinching in. His chest swelled, filling out as his hips widened, giving him a distinctly feminine silhouette. His balls emptying as his cock inverted into a nice tight slit. His face softened, his jawline becoming more delicate, his features more refined. His hair lengthening, cascading down his back. Within moments, Zack was gone, replaced by a petite, strikingly beautiful Chinese woman.

Michaela glanced at the remote’s screen, which now displayed the updated bio:

Name: Zack Chau

Age: 24

Height: 155 cm

Weight: 50 kg

Gender: Female

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Bust: 85 cm (B-cup)

Waist: 60 cm

Hips: 90 cm

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Software Engineer

Personality Traits: Ambitious, analytical, reserved.

Life Goals: Advance in her career, achieve financial stability.

“Zack doesn’t really suit you anymore,” Michaela said, her tone mocking. She selected the Name option and typed in a new one: Jacqueline Chau. “Jacqueline. Or Jacqui, for short. Much better.”

Jacqueline—still mentally Zack—stared at Michaela, her eyes filled with tears. “Michaela, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Change me back. I’ll do anything. I’ll never touch the remote again. Just… please.”

Michaela ignored her, scrolling through the options on the remote. “You know, Jacqui, I think you’d look better with a little more… curves.” She selected Bust Size and adjusted it to 105 cm, giving Jacqueline a pair of large, perky double Ds. Then she selected Hip Width and expanded it to 95 cm, giving her a plump, round bubble butt.

Jacqueline gasped as she felt her body change, her chest swelling until it felt like it might burst, her hips widening to balance out her new proportions. “Stop!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Please, Michaela, stop! I can’t—I can’t take this!”

But Michaela wasn’t done. She selected the Reality Rewrite function, a faint blue laser emanating from the remote and hitting Jacqueline’s head. Jacqueline’s eyes glazed over as she entered a trance, her mind rewriting itself to match the new reality Michaela was prescribing.

“You’re Jacqueline Chau,” Michaela said, her voice calm and deliberate. “You’re my best friend from high school. You were the most popular girl in school—everyone loved you. The boys wanted you, and the girls wanted to be you. But you never cared much for your studies, so you didn’t go to university. Instead, you work as a retail assistant in the makeup department at a department store. You’ve also started an OnlyFans on the side to make some extra money, and you’re doing quite well.”

Michaela giggled at the thought, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “You’re still my best friend, and you’ve come over today to catch up and talk about our lives.”

She hit the Confirm button, and the blue laser faded. Jacqueline blinked, her eyes clearing as the new memories settled into place. She looked at Michaela, her expression softening. “Hey, girl,” she said, her voice bubbly and cheerful. “Sorry I’m late. Work was a nightmare today. You would not believe the customers I had to deal with.”

Michaela smiled, a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt swirling in her chest. “No worries, Jacqui. You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

Michaela sat on the couch, the remote still clutched in her hand, though she tried to keep it hidden under a cushion. Jacqueline—no longer Zack, but fully Jacqui now—leaned back, her long legs crossed as she sipped from a glass of water Michaela had handed her. Her new body moved with a natural grace, her every gesture exuding confidence and charm. It was surreal, seeing someone who had been Zack just moments ago now so effortlessly feminine, so different.

“So, anyway,” Jacqui continued, her voice light and airy, “this guy comes into the store today, right? And he’s like, ‘Do you have this foundation in a shade darker?’ And I’m like, ‘Sir, you’re holding it in your hand.’” She burst into laughter, her head tilting back, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders. “I swear, some people just shouldn’t be allowed out in public.”

Michaela **** a laugh, though it felt hollow. “Yeah, sounds like a nightmare,” she said, her voice tight. She couldn’t stop staring at Jacqui, at the way her new body moved, the way her voice carried a melodic lilt that Zack’s never had. It was like looking at a completely different person.

Jacqui noticed her staring and raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She reached up, brushing her cheek with her fingers. “Oh my God, is it that new highlighter I tried? I told the girl at the counter it was too much, but she insisted it would look ‘fire.’ Ugh, I should’ve known better.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Michaela said quickly, shaking her head. “You look… great. Really.” She hesitated, then added, “I just… I don’t know. It’s been a while since we hung out like this. I guess I forgot how… you are.”

Jacqui laughed again, a sound that was both familiar and foreign. “Aw, babe, you’re so sweet. But don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.” She leaned forward, her large chest pressing against the edge of the coffee table as she reached for her glass. “Besides, you’re my bestie. Who else am I gonna complain to about my crazy life?”

Michaela smiled faintly, though her stomach churned with guilt. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She paused, then asked, “Do you ever… I don’t know, think about how things could’ve been different? Like, if you’d gone to university or something?”

Jacqui shrugged, her expression thoughtful for a moment. “I mean, sure, sometimes. But honestly? I’m happy where I am. I’ve got my job, my OnlyFans is killing it, and I’ve got you.” She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “What more could a girl want?”

Michaela didn’t respond immediately. She looked down at the remote, still hidden under the cushion, and felt a pang of unease. She had done this. She had rewritten Zack’s entire life, turned him into someone else entirely. And now, sitting here with Jacqui, it was hard to reconcile the bubbly, carefree woman in front of her with the person Zack had been.

“Hey,” Jacqui said, her tone softening. “You okay? You’ve been kinda quiet.”

Michaela looked up, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

Jacqui tilted her head, her expression concerned. “About what?”

Michaela hesitated, then shrugged. “Just… life, I guess. How things change. How people change.”

Jacqui reached out, placing a hand on Michaela’s arm. “Hey, change isn’t always a bad thing, you know? Sometimes it’s exactly what you need.” She smiled, her eyes warm. “And no matter what happens, we’ll always have each other. Right?”

Michaela nodded, though her chest felt tight. “Right.”

Jacqui leaned back again, her smile returning. “Good. Now, enough of this deep stuff. Tell me what’s going on with you. Any hot guys in your life? Or girls? I don’t judge.”

Michaela laughed, though it was more out of nervousness than amusement. “No, nothing like that. Just… uni. Same old, same old.”

Jacqui groaned dramatically. “Ugh, you’re so boring. We need to get you out more. Maybe I should set you up with someone from my OnlyFans. I’ve got a few subscribers who are definitely your type.”

Michaela shook her head, her smile genuine this time. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

The two of them laughed, the tension in the room easing slightly. But as Michaela looked at Jacqui, her mind kept drifting back to the remote, to the power she still held. She had changed Zack’s life forever, and now she had to live with the consequences. But as Jacqui chattered away, completely unaware of the truth, Michaela couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made a mistake—or if this was just the beginning of something much bigger.