Daniel Fuller 22M [MtF Genderswap, Male on Female, Mind Control/Alteration]

Your name was Daniel Fuller, and you weren't exactly happy about your lot in life. How could you be when, for all intents and purposes, that life was ending? Some massive meteor was heading toward the Earth and throwing everything into total chaos. Now everyone was expected to upload themselves to some simulated world and try to get back to normal.

You had just graduated, barely started your life, and everything was being thrown out of whack.

Not to mention that the simulation wasn't even going to look like the real world. You could understand that, of course. On some level, at least. It would take ridiculously powerful computers to render a world that looked truly authentic and there wasn't a lot of time to figure that all out. Sure, fair enough. But a poll had been run and everything was going to look like some anime or manga? You barely even knew anything about those things and now you were supposed to basically live in one?

You guessed it was better than just dying, but still.

So you sat in your room, looking over the options for the 'body creator' that the government was allowing people to use. How were you supposed to pick something when you didn't know what would actually look good with the aesthetic? You were just a normal guy. Skin with a bit of a tan from hiking or playing the occasional sport, messy brown hair, usually wearing a plain t-shirt or polo or something and jeans. You had seen some of the things people had gone with, and...

Yeah, you might look really out of place if those things were the norm.

"Still plugging away at the creator?" You looked back toward your bedroom door and saw Juan, your roommate. He was a bit more athletic than you, darker skin and longer black hair.

"Yeah. I don't know, man. It's..." You gestured, then sighed. What were you even supposed to say?

"You could always cheat. Hire someone to make one for you."

You hadn't really liked the idea, but now... it had a bit of an appeal. You could put this in someone else's hands. Someone who knew more about how to make things look good in the world you'd be spending the rest of your life in.

Actually, would you even be able to die once you were in there? If everything was virtual, there was no real reason, right? The rest of your life could be a really long time. All the more reason to want something good. "I guess you're right..."

With that, you started searching online. There were plenty of options, many of them pricey. Not that physical money would mean much going forward. You happened to see one of the artists who had apparently gotten pretty big for making bodies for people post that he was opening up a few spots for commissions. A quick glance showed that he had done quite a lot of them. Like... maybe hundreds, if not thousands. Did the guy even sleep? You couldn't look through all of his work, but he seemed to be doing a lot of women's bodies lately. Or maybe that just worked better for advertising?

With little time to decide, you opted to submit your payment and your request. You tossed him a photo of you and asked him to use that as a base and just make you look good. He assured you you'd have the file needed in time.

About a week later, you received the file. The preview showed a face, and... it looked a bit like you. Kind of. Most of the anime and manga characters you had seen looked a little on the girly side, so you guessed that was pretty common. Still, you were already kind of cutting it close, so you uploaded the file and waited for your upload appointment.

The day finally came, and you climbed into the chair and had the various straps and connectors and the helmet attached, and then everything faded to black.