Jake… AKA Zoey

"You're in isolatation. Complete sensory deprivation you poor little muffin." Luke explained.

Jake sighed. It had felt like an eternity of isolation or perhaps only a few hours. It was hard to say. Time did funny things when there was no point of reference. The mind played tricks. A human voice was a relief - particularly as this weird bubble didn't allow in external noise ... or light ... or Net access or ... anything. It was just him. His breathing. His heart beating. His sense of self. His body floating in body temperature body density saline.

What Jake did know, was acutely aware of, was that things didn't feel right. He could move. Feel his body. Sense his body completely through touch... But he didn't want to do that because it felt all wrong. At first he'd thought it was some kind of advanced virtual reality. Hoped it. Maybe ****... But his good sense told him otherwise.

No the body Jake occupied was female. Oddly the sensory deprivation tank heightened her awareness of her emasculation. Heightened her sense of femininity. Her breasts bobbed and swayed when she moved. The warm water lapped between her legs confirming the emptiness there. She steadfastly refused to examine her body. But it didn't matter. She could feel it.

"I guess you have questions Zoey. Yes Jake is gone. Bye bye... I see you've not touched your new boobies, your cute new sex. Quite some restraint. A lesser man... heh ... girl - would have. But that's ok. I think a week in the tank with just you and your new body will soften you up a bit. Then ... and only then .... you'll start your training."

Zoey swallowed, her breathing growing panicked. "Please. Not the tank..."

"I remember begging you the same thing. But it does a girl wonders. Trust me. You'll come out a better girl... now you just ponder that new body. And think on the advice you gave me when I started in the tank. What did you say exactly? Let me remind you ... Orgasms make the tank bearable... enjoy playing with yourself Zoey. See you soon. Or later."