Try to return to Mark before Marcy gets to you

You shake your head and move over to a mirror, doing your best to ignore the emptyness between your legs and the jiggle on your chest and rear. "No, I'm going to undo this fuck-up," you think to yourself. "I don't want to be a female, or a damn house wife! I don't want to get fucked by dicks. I don't want to be vapid and dense."

Why are you so angry? You wanted this, even if you didn't choose it. Marcy's voice croons in your mind, though you can sense her growing annoyance. Come on. It'll be fun! No worries about life, just looking sexy, having sex, shopping, high heels... you name it, we'll moan for it.

You shake your head and look down at the gun in your hand, trying to ignore the cleavage perking out in front of you. You curse and point it at your head as you try to clear your mind and focus on undoing the damage. You groan with frustration as Marcy fills your head with delightful experiences.

Fuck, getting fucked as a woman is awesome! And looking sexy as hell is awesome! Shit! This isn't going to end well. You just want to not be dumb and some guy's submissive bitch! You want to be young, studious, to find purpose in work! You grit your teeth and pull the trigger before Marcy can fill your mind with more delicious tastes of dick, sexy underwear, joys of mischievous manipulation of others to get what you want.

*Zap*

You blink out of the white, and find yourself sitting on a high chair. You feel jeans and a loose cotton shirt on your body, which makes you optimistic for a moment before you look down.

Well, shit. Those hips aren't male, and neither are those mounds on your chest, you think to yourself as your hands momentarily slide over your curves as you look around the room. The place has changed again, you realize, to something more sleek and design oriented, though still quite luxurious, compared to the original mess of a kitchen you had back when you were... Marcy? no... Mark? Either way, you're... Mary now you realize as you glance over at a mirror.

You're less curvy in some assets, but still lithe and sexy as hell, you note to yourself. is this what you wanted? You're not quite sure. Mark... might not have wanted this, you suspect, but Marcy probably would have liked it... and you can't say you disagree. You unbutton your shirt and give yourself a closer look.

Not bad, you think as you give your features a closer look. You are... like 22 years old, you work hard to keep this body lithe, both at the gym, work and fun. You're studying... medicine to become a doctor, though you suspect you'll just get into cosmetic surgery and hormones for improving people's looks and libidos; seeing how you are making quite a name of yourself doing plenty of nude modelling and smaller porn shoots in front of the camera, but also consulting on various surgical procedures, medicines and dietary in the trade.

You love being a girl, you love helping people look good, you love watching and having great sex with good looking people. You're a pervy girl with a brain filled with sharp, lewd knowledge. You desire to be a master, no, a mistress of the mental and physical realms, and from your new memories, it seems you're well along on that road. Some might argue you're a insatiable slut, but they probably wouldn't say it to your face. Unless you were sucking them off and they were into sweet talk, that is, in which case you'd be creaming your panties.

You smile at yourself and decide to go to the bathroom to relieve some pressure. You tip-toe over the floor and begin unbuttoning the jeans, A part of your mind you think probably represents Mark is a bit uncomfortable with, well, his new life and his new body. "Well, guess what," you think to yourself as you get into the bathroom and pull down your pants and underwear to reveal your shaved pussy. "It feels great to jerk off as a girl, too," you continue as you sit down and begin rubbing at yourself, feeling more and more at home in your own skin as Mark's protests fade as your mind fills with more relevant interests. Like the best rhythm to rub your clit to an orgasm.

It doesn't take you long before you're gasping and moaning, looking at yourself masturbating in a full body mirror. Marcy may have been a dumb bitch, but you thank her for adding her desires to Mark's **** attempt at undoing his changes. With every stroke, you feel them both fade further and further into the back of your mind, Marcy's protests for a simple life, and short lived existence, fading quicker than Mark's lazy and wasted life. "You won't regret turning into me, Mark," you promise to yourself as he whines about tits and hard work. "I'll be a better version of you both," you say as you climax, extracting a lovely orgasm shuddering through a body trained to make the most of it, decimating Mark's rebellious desires by causing him to compromise.