This choice: "We'll need him to see and know my new body." you command. • Go Back...Chapter #8"We'll need him to see and know my new body." by: Mr. George   "Will Master take a new name, for that body?" he asks somewhat grumpily. "We can't call you John, if you have your own tits and ass." Ulima agrees playfully.
Head snapping around, you made sure no-one was within hearing range of her comment. Gesturing her to be more cautious, you head into the cool air of the mansion.
The walk to your bedroom is short. "Remember if something goes wrong, you are to behead her." You tell Hassam explicitly. It's a little reassuring that she doesn't react to this threat.
"Perhaps you'd prefer a fuller picture to know what to expect, and keep my head on my shoulder, to avoid a mistake." Ulima offered.
"It takes time for the potion to spread through your body, and a lot of stamina too." Ulima warns, "You might lose consciousness, to wake up in your new body."
"Can you tell me what I'll look like?" you ask.
"No, but I suspect you'll recognise her, she will be summoned by your subconscious desires." Hassam follows his expression blank.
Reaching your bedroom, "Might I suggest Naheed." Ulima offers, as you frown. "As a new woman men tend to end up busty, and that name will reflect your ... abundance."
Your fingers slip on the door handle, it doesn't just refer to a curvaceous woman, it also suggests fertility and so forth. It has some meanings you don't like. But, you don't want to make a big issue of the name.
"Naheed." you accept with a shrug.
The three of you enter the bedroom. Ulima heading to the array of wardrobes, set aside for you bedroom companions. The selection of clothes, and variety of sizes is vast. Hassam pleads silently with his eyes for you not to proceed.
Popping the lid off the vial, you feel your stomach clench at what you're considering. With the obvious consequences for Ulima, you have a degree of trust this'll work.
Catching Ulima's glance, you raise the vial to toast her, and swallow the contents in a single gulp.
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It tastes quite strong, but not unpleasant the individual herbs make it sweet, as it burns its way down your throat. As it descends, you feel it spread through your body. Ulima turns back to the wardrobe, to pick through the outfits. Apparently, not looking for immediate results, or worried about losing her head with her back turned to you.
Taking a seat on your bed, you wonder if it was harmless. The promise of change, or the risk of poison both false.
Then.... your stomach growls, in protest. Loudly enough to draw attention from Hassam, and more interestingly from Ulima. The growling becomes obvious, as your flesh visibly ripples. Shifting, and increasing in pitch, as you hold out an arm. The flesh rolls along it's entire length. You feel the same effect on your legs. The pants you're wearing move restlessly. As your torso joins in this reverberation. You feel distinctly odd.
Eyes boggling, you feel your organs start to move. As the rippling changes in intensity, you feel the focus shift. Getting hotter at your crotch, chest and ass. There's a tightness in your middle. For a couple of moments you struggle to catch your breath. Then the impact becomes clearer, as the effects start to ease. The rolling rippling flesh now finding a new alignment.
You cup a full set of breasts in hands that are smaller. The fingers more slender, too. Naturally, your arm is hairless, and you look faintly silly in your oversized male clothes. They hang so loose on your frame you have to clutch at the waist to stop them dropping. It's only at your bust, and butt that they fit, or rather strain to contain the wider hips, fuller rump. The odd sensation of unrestrained breasts are odd too.
The size, shape and proportions are difficult to estimate with these smothering clothes. But, Ulima is on hand to help. Hassam frowns, as he takes you in. Deep unhappiness etched on his forehead.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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