Your body responds in a very bad way, for you at least

You fly around the room, **** for a solution. You decide to strip off the skirt and go through every drawer around, trying to find something not-feminine to wear. The hoodie was conservative enough but you needed pants. Finally, after going through a closet, you found an old, forgotten but still fitting pair of black sweatpants. You pull them on, pulled the drawstring tightly around your voluptuous hips, tied it double knotted and let out a breath, feeling more protected in a pair of pants then in a skirt that was all too easy to pull up. Still, that was a very small solution to one tiny problem, there are still much better things to worry about.

Your mind is filled with all those nasty, horrible perverse things you had planned to do to the female fucktoy once she was created. You remember that you'd spent the last of your savings on a whole bunch of sex toys, sexy slutty outfits for your new girl, and even had enough to turn the basement into a makeshift dungeon. Crude, unrefined but it was more then adequate for what you had in mind. Or, what He had in mind. You thought of the hours of watching porn and dreaming up all your kinky fantasies and knew that the Other you downstairs had the exact same mindset. You realized all those things were about to really happen, all those fantasies fulfilled, with you on the receiving end. It was a horrible future that awaited you, being fucked and toyed with and for all intents and purposes, being completely dominated and reduced to an animate sex doll. Your mind replays your sickest, most twisted fantasies you had concocted and you can fondly recall how hot it made you to think of your new life with your personalized ****. You remember the eager anticipation in the days leading up to now. You remember all the long nights pleasuring yourself to those over the top, amazing images in your head. You jealously think of how lucky the guy downstairs was as he was about to live out your fantasies.

At that moment, you realize that thinking back on all those perverse ideas had accidentally turned you on, the current you, the new you, the female you. You felt the wetness in your crotch and it made your skin pale, a drip of terror-induced sweat slides down your female cheek.

No! No, this is bad! You can not get aroused, not now. Not in this body. Dread sets in as you accept it in your mind that this isn't temporary. There is no other body this is your body from now on, and your own fantasies just made your curvy form quite aroused. The very last thing you needed was for him to come upstairs right now and see you in this state.

Your breathing increases and you think you are starting to hyperventilate. There was no way in hell you were going to let yourself enjoy the horrific thought of you being the one on your knees, sucking cock, bent over and taking it in your virgin pussy and asshole, being tied up or cuffed up and penetrated with sex toys or caged and humiliated, degraded into being a pet-**** or maid or any of the other roles you had intended for your female self.

"Oh Shit! Please no!" You call out, your higher pitched voice a lot louder then you had anticipated. You had just spotted yourself in the mirror again and you had become so aroused there was a very visible wet spot on your sweats. You can feel and see in your reflection that tears are starting to well up in your eyes as you feel utterly humiliated already and the other you isn't even here yet. You feel a **** need to act, you don't want him to arrive right now, you can't let this happen to you.

Looking around the room, the panic only getting worse, you feel an even darker fear, somewhere deep in the back of your mind, a place you never thought existed. From that place a single horrible question formed in your mind. The question froze your blood: What if, just maybe, you weren't just aroused from remembering how those images felt when you were certain you would be the one in control? What if your new body gave your subconscious a new perspective, or even worse, a new longing that you didn't have before? What if there was a tiny part of you that might actually enjoy this? Maybe even wanted, or worse needed this? That question made you even more afraid of anything that your other self could ever do to you. For the moment, your body is frozen as your mind turns over and over, your eyes staring into the mirror, at that wet spot on the crotch of your sweatpants.