Sam and Sora.

After constant pressure from his girlfriend Tracy, Sam had caved in and agreed to visit Acteon. Sam flat out refused to inhabit the body of a submissive **** girl but Tracy had her sights set on a knights body and what Tracy wanted she got.

Tracy also insisted it would be no fun if they were the same gender, promising that she'd return the favour in any way he desired. So against his better judgment Sam compromised, taking the body of Sora, a young and very attractive free woman.

Sam had absolutely no intent of having sex with Tracy or any other man. Instead he'd planned on exploring his borrowed female body at his leisure.

He'd also toyed with the idea of having a lesbian encounter with a **** girl or two. Perhaps, if he was so inclined, he would share a **** with Tracy, but that notion was a little unsettling.

Once on Acteon Sora found being female was not what she had expected. The physical side was weird, the largish breasts and neatly manicured pussy made her uncomfortable and apprehensive. They just didn't match her mental image of herself. The Acteonese garb enhanced her female assets and made her even more self conscious.

It was the mental changes, the complex hormonal and emotional differences, that confused her the most. Nothing seemed as simple as when she had been a guy. Worst of all she found she no longer had any interest in women as sexual partners but she had been unable to return her partners attentions.

They had argued about her frigidness and in a female pique she had said very cruel things. Since then they had not spoken for three days.

Alone on an alien world in an alien body she found herself growing jealous of the little **** girls he kept spending his nights with. It was a brooding female jealousy she was not equipped to handle.

Was she was not beautiful? Taller and fuller breasted than the diminutive **** girls. A real woman, not a girl? She began to think that her lack of submissiveness made her undesirable and found herself wishing she had taken the body of a **** girl, if only so she could enjoy the strange pleasures of this world with him in an uninhibited way.

That night she spoke to her personal hand maiden. "Tell me girl, what makes a lowly **** girl so desirable?"

"In part it is because I was bred to it. And like most **** girls I was raised in pampered wealth until the age of eighteen. Then I took the **** **** and became the **** I am today."

"So, this **** **** is what makes you a ****?"

"I think so, yes."

"This ****. Bring it to me," Sora ordered.

"Mistress?" after a long commanding silence the girl reluctantly obeyed.

"So if I take this **** I shall become like you? Free of inhibitions and submissive?"

The **** nodded in confusion. All Acteonese people knew what taking the **** **** meant.

Sora ate a large dose of the ****. It tasted terrible but was quick acting and she soon found her sexual desire increasing. The almost naked **** girl started to look more attractive to her. "Come lie with me," she said to the comely **** girl.

"I am sorry Sora. By your own foolish actions you are a **** now," her fellow **** noted with an immediate change in demeanor, reaching out to grab Sora's big pointed nipple through her bedclothes and twist it cruelly. Sora gasped in pleasure.

"I would have happily obeyed before but a **** only obeys another **** at the order of a master or mistress. If I were to pluck your **** virginity I would surely be punished. I shall contact the steward and he shall prepare you. Be out of your clothes before he returns or you shall be whipped," she shook her head in disgust.

"Yes sister," Sora said submissively. "I wish to be properly prepared for the master."

Later that night when her lord and master returned he found his new **** awaiting him. She wore a **** collar and nothing else. Her hands were bolted to the **** rail and a red rose adorned her, the de-thorned stem protruding from her sex