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Chapter #9

Kyle could tell her body was sumptuously femin...

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It was impossible to doubt her new gender, as Kyle woke. She felt what felt like a massive weight on her chest, before realising it was her chest. The boosted sensitivity was incredible, and he just wasn't used to that level of sensitivity from nipples before. They were just dull nubs of flesh before, but now they almost demanded to be tweaked, teased, and played with...

Her arms were still leaden, and unresponsive to even the least command. It also felt like her hips were a mile wide, swallowing was hard. Her eyelids fluttered, as she tried to force them open.

"She's waking..." you hear the voice of your attendant, and pick up the scent of coffee nearby.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, sis." You freeze, well, if you were capable of moving, you'd freeze. But, the voice of Kendra is close and unmistakable. Your bare chest, and the constant teasing zephyr of a breeze leaves that unmistakable. She's seen your new bimbo body before you could.

A tongue darts out, moistening lips that feel too parched and dry.

"You do make a great bimbo." Kendra whispered. Her breath warming your ear, you feel it disturbing your hair. Hair that itself is far longer than you had when you fell asleep. You suspect that's going to be the least of the issues you'll face on waking.

"A blonde, busty bimbo..." she half-sighed, "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at the lack of imagination."

Her hand caresses a chin that's far smoother than it should be, before drifting down. "Though I didn't expect this..."

You manage a groan, as you start to feel prickles of sensation from your fingers and toes.

Her fingers drum against your necklace, at least you assume that's what it is. With everything else, jewellery isn't a high priority. As you struggle closer to consciousness, you open your eyes to a blurry outline looming over you.

You try to push Kendra aside, but you can't summon any force. It feels like your hands are encountering a wall, for all the force you can exert to move her.

"Can I be her mistress?" Kendra asks. The question coming to her lips with a delight that you can't fathom. The terms are odd, and feel loaded too.

Swallowing, once, then twice, you manage to summon enough saliva to speak in a rasping voice.

"Mistress?" the one word taking a huge effort from you.

Kendra pats your shoulder, and you feel it. Making out her individual fingers, and feeling the sensation fully return to your arms and legs.

A groan, and a huff of defeat tells you, that you're not ready for sitting up yet. The spinning in your head intensifies. Settling back into the pillow, that fades. As someone holds the cup to you, you drink the coffee. Inhaling the fragrant aroma as much as the bare sip you could manage.

"Oh.... yes." Kendra said, as if startled. "You've chosen, not merely a bimbo body, but an incompetent. You need a carer to make your decisions. You can't be trusted not to be led astray, or unduly influence by horny needs and desires."

"Wh... What!" you object, the rush of adrenaline racing through your veins. Sitting upright, you feel your whole chest move. That stupid bust almost pulls you over to face plant in your own lap.

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Your hands rise to explore the necklace. Knowing it's truly a collar, literally a collar to lead you by.

Kendra even brings up the leash, that'll mark her as your keeper.
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