As Steven's extremely high pitched scream pierced the nght air, some distance away, inside a certain delapidated building, Rebekah was starting to wake up. Like Steven she was confused, but unlike Steven... her body didn't ache or hurt at all. But Rebekah did immediately notice the extra weight on her chest. Her eyes bulged out as she stared down at the ample D-cup breasts straining against the two-toned dress she wore with a black pvc belt. She was slightly distracted by a cool breeze blowing through a small hole in one of the steel-reinforced concrete walls.
"What the bloody 'ell." Rebekah exclaimed, instantly noticing her strong Cockney accent, not to mention her different voice. It was still female... but along with the weird accent, it definitely wasn't hers.
Rebekah's eyes worked their way further down her now unfamiliar body, to the fishnet stockings and black leather high heeled pumps. What's goin' on?" She asked herself in her head, a frown etched upon her face as she reached up to feel her hair, which was much shorter than it had been. That fact alone upset Rebekah, since she had loved her long blonde hair.
Rebekah slowly got to her feet and looked around at the room she was in. It was quite spacey, but also really grimy. There were several monitors suspended above a 'control panel' of some sort nearby, and the cameras feeds she could see were of several different locations, including some kind of fenced in arena. Squinting her eyes, Rebekah could make out a couple of men fighting in the arena, and not going lightly on each other by the looks of it.
It was then that Rebekah saw a mirror over on a wall, cracked as it were. Rebekah cautiously moved over to it, her larger boobs jiggling with each step. She already knew she was in a svelte body that was not her own. But she had to see what she looked like to make sure. When she moved in front of the mirror... she gasped in shock at the sight of an unfamiliar woman with short blonde hair
"There's summat weird goin' on 'ere." Rebekah said out loud, in her new East London accent.
Suddenly she heard the crackle of an ageing intercom above her head, and she directed her eyes at a worn speaker. "Tracey, go an' find Candy, she's buggered off somewhere and ain't respondin'. Then both of yous get those sexy arses up 'ere pronto." A man's gruff voice echoed out, in an accent identical to Rebekah's new one.
The only thing Rebekah could assume was that she was somewhere in London. How wrong she was, as she would soon find out.
And she had to wonder... was she this 'Tracey' that the man had just referred to? Just maybe....
Rebekah took another look into the mirror and cupped her boobs in her hands, then she sighed and looked around for a door. She spotted the way out of the room she was in, and she strutted over to it, high heels clicking sexily on the floor. "I 'ave to find out where I am." She muttered, shaking her head. She then turned the door handle and left the room.
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