As you struggle back to consciousness, you find yourself floating in a void, body less and alone.
Gender change locked.
Inside your head, you grunt in agreement.
It's oddly exhilarating, a thrill you weren't sure you could face. Your life before this holiday, as a powerful executive, having to weigh up massive business deals and trade negotiations. Your curiosity triggered by the happy secretaries and PA's buzzing about. Their smiles broad, planting the seed of freedom from hard decisions. Just serving, allowing... requiring someone else to take the responsibilities for you.
Submissiveness locked.
As a man, you'd always physically looked down on them. Their cute bustling arses, in those tight, short skirts. You could tell they were excited by your power, by your mere presence.
Physical form locked.
You can't help but wonder if you're going to be pretty. A feeling of nervousness swells, as you start to feel a body form from the void. A niggling worry, worms into your mind. As a woman... will... you still... -you know-, you don't want to find yourself on the receiving end...
Female boss selected.
A sigh of relief, you actually felt lungs move, a chest shift. You still can't see your body, there's still no floor, no walls, no distance. But you start to feel things.
A necklace, tossing your head, you feel the brush of hair against your neck. It feels short, hopefully short. The idea of spending time looking after it, isn't part of your dream holiday.
The void shifts, taking on a soft warm peachy-tone. And you find weight coming to rest on your feet. As you arrive standing in the room. Scruffling your slim hands you manage to flick a lock of messy blonde hair across your vision. But it's your height that surprises you, the lack of it. Even without anyone else here, and the unfamiliarity of the room, everything looks just slightly oversized. Your body on the small side.
Your hands slip down to the necklace. It's smaller, and less decorative than you expected. Your fingers not finding any delicate filigree, or other refinements. Allowing your hands to drop, you quickly realise you're not really a small woman. In one way, at least, you're very big.
Cupping the massive breasts, you can't estimate how big they are. The angle is just too weird, and your body too unfamiliar, but -wow- just -wow-. Hell, those nipples, you run your thumb over them, doubting their size, naturally far, far larger than you've ever had before.
A shuddering gasp erupts. Far bigger, and way more sensitive too. You make plans to repeat this, later.
A soft, but solid click comes from your side, and you turn to see a woman towering a head or so over you. The click coming form the leash she attached to your necklace... Shit! Shit! It's not a necklace, it's more of a collar... something to mark you as a submissive. Something less than in charge.
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You find your need spiking, your body getting warm, agitated, restless. Reluctantly, you recognise that you're becoming aroused.
Your senses heightening, as you feel her confidence, as the aroma of her fills your lungs, a vulnerability well deep inside. You want to satisfy this woman, you need to satisfy this woman.
A niggling doubt questions your faith. What happens if you fail to satisfy her....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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