"Yes..." you said. You needed it. Ms. Phillip's breasts were huge and they were not light.You felt off balance and knew the bra would help you walk straighter. Ms. Phillips giggled.
"Okay then... You can use my old one. It doesn't look like I'll need it again," she laughed. You looked down at her body and in her place was your torso and legs on her head. "We better change clothes as well. I don't want to be wearing a dress with this kind of cleavage!" She was laughing like a maniac.
You felt like crying. It was impossible, what she did . She basically stripped you away of your identity, leaving this stranger for you to discover. You no longer knew your gender, your sexual preference or how the world would treat someone like you. And she was laughing at this.
"You can't do this," you said starting to get angry. "You can't just take away my life."
"Oh, don't worry," she said. "Your life isn't going to be taken away. Just modified to fit your new adjustments.Same family, different shoes. Same school, different clothes. Minor other things in your life will change, but they will probably benefit you. Now you will respect women, for example because you know how it feels to be leered at by men. Now, one more thing. I can change your memories to make this experience easier to handle or you can keep the last thing that defines your old personality. Which is it?"
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