Try to appeal to Kat's memories and emotions

"Kat," you say, and your voice trembles with more than just the conditioning's enforced breathiness. "Please. Remember who you were. Remember us—before all this. You wanted the modifications, yes, but you also wanted me. The real me. We were partners."

Jack's hands pause on the shipsuit fasteners. For a moment—one fragile, crystalline moment—something flickers across his face. Your face. The expression you've seen a thousand times in the mirror, but never from this angle. Then it hardens.

"Partners," he repeats, and there's something ugly in the word now. "Is that what you called it? When you had me begging on my knees? When you programmed me to get wet just from hearing you give orders?" He steps closer, forcing you to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. The conditioning wants you to lower your gaze, but some stubborn part of you holds on. "I remember perfectly, Jack. I remember everything. Every time I said yes when my brain was screaming no. Every time the conditioning overrode what I actually wanted because you'd made it feel so fucking good to obey."

"You consented—" you start, but he cuts you off with a laugh that sounds wrong coming from your throat.

"I did. You're right. I signed the forms. I let you modify me." His hand wraps around the back of your neck, fingers tangling in Kat's long dark hair. The touch sends shivers cascading through you despite everything. "And now you've consented too. You put yourself in this body. You activated the swap. So really, this is just you experiencing the natural consequences of your own decisions."

"Jack—"

"That's not my name anymore." His other hand trails down your chest, and your nipples harden involuntarily under his touch. "Maybe I'll keep calling you Jack, though. Just to remind us both who's really in control now." He releases you, steps back, and the shipsuit falls away completely. Your former body stands naked before you, and you can see the arousal, the hardness between his legs. "You know what the beautiful thing is? I can feel it. The confidence you programmed into me. It's not just behavior—it rewired how I think. And I've made sure it's permanent."

The frigate's proximity alarm chimes. Seven minutes.

"So here's what's going to happen," Jack says, and his voice drops to something commanding, authoritative. "You're going to get on your knees. You're going to service me until I'm satisfied. And then we're going to greet the inspection team together, and you're going to be the perfect, obedient girlfriend while I handle everything. Understand?"

Your knees are already bending before he finishes the sentence.