You don’t have a second.

The spell hits and reality warps. It’s a moment of utter silence. One instant you are you. The next you are the person you’d made up for her … no now it was him … what was his name again. Master? Yes… no… names were hard.

You remember things. You’d grown up, daddy’s little princess. Ballet, gymnastics, collecting dolls, keeping a diary about your wedding, the boys you were going to marry, your first time. Second. Third. Fourth. Whoah that’s a lot of times.

Her name is Pia. You’re Pia?! You have all her memories. Like you know the sex toys are in the bedside tables top drawer. Like you need to take your pill or you’ll get pregnant. And you want to get pregnant.

You are her. Tiny. With all the trimmings. Female. As in not male. For an entire week. Pia. You’re Pia. Unless you both agree to change the date.

You’d thought you be submissive as a guy. Not this. How submissive are you? It’s mental this spell. If he said you should stay like this longer would you agree? You nod. You would. Shit. If he decides you’ll agree… Why does that thought make your heart trip a beat and other things feel rather pleasant. You feel turned on and it feels oddly familiar. But also decidedly new. You remember lots of sex but you don’t quite remember being this … excited is hardly the word. Fuckable. You want to fuck… no… you want to be fucked. Taken. Dominated. Made to do dirty sexy shit. “Fuck me!”

Oh crap that was the … where were you? No. Who were you? Short. Five foot with big breasts. Which meant everyone towered over you. That being master at this moment. Not master. Master.

Ok there was some decent mind control affecting your word association skills and… likely other parts of your thinking.