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Storycodes: Solo-M; M/f; transform; M2f; D/s; naked; breastplay; cond; enslave; cons/reluct; X
It had all started with a sample.
Bryan Adcock, young heir to the Adcock Mining fortune, had received a sample of an unknown substance discovered in one of the company’s asteroid mines. On a whim, he’d placed the sample on the examination plate of his DNA scanner. But when he turned on the power, the sample had vanished, and now the scanner refused to work.
With a sigh, he gazed around the room. Terry, his guardian, would be furious with him for breaking the scanner. Of course, Terry was furious at anything Bryan did that cost money. You’d almost think the money was Terry’s instead of Bryan’s.
In the six months since his parents had died in a mysterious aircar crash, Bryan had become a virtual prisoner on the family estate. His parents’ will had named Terry Broderick his guardian until he reached the legal age of 25. Terry had immediately moved into the mansion and taken over. He fired the entire staff, replacing them with his own. He spent lavish sums of the Adcock fortune on cruises, antique cars (the kind that actually used things called wheels), yet he begrudged every penny spent on the care of his 21-year-old ward.
Bryan gazed at the unresponsive scanner again. After the sample had vanished, he’d tried reading a sample of Terry’s hair, plucked from the chair he sat in on his infrequent visits to Bryan’s room. The hair sample had vanished as well,
'Oh well', he thought, thumbing off the power switch. 'I’ll just tell Terry it stopped working'. It was, after all, the cheapest scanner on the market. Turning to his computer, Bryan placed a request for a new scanner into the household spending plan Terry had instituted soon after his arrival. Anything Bryan asked for had to be approved by Terry. That done, he looked for something else to do.
“What is this nonsense?” Frowning, Terry burst into Bryan’s room. “A new scanner? You’ve only had that one a couple months.” Terry threw himself into his usual chair in front of Bryan’s desk and glared at his young charge.
“I’m sorry, Terry, but it just stopped working.”
“What do you mean, stopped working?” Dapper even in the baggy sweats he wore around the house, Terry leaned forward to look that the scanner.
“It won’t do anything,” Bryan replied, thumbing the power button. “I can’t even get a readout on it.”
Terry continued to glare at the scanner for a moment, then leaned back. Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, she shook back her long hair and transferred the glare to Bryan. “Well, you’ll just have to do without,” she said firmly. “I am not going to spend good money on toys for you to break. And what on earth are you staring at me for?”
Bryan couldn’t help but stare. The Terry he knew was a husky man with short brown hair. But now, seated in Terry’s usual chair, was a woman. Long brown hair framed a face of uncommon beauty, while the baggy sweats hinted at lush curves hidden beneath.
“Well?” Seemingly totally unaware of any change, Terry continued to glare at him. Bryan, tore his gaze away, glancing down to turn off the scanner. When he looked back up, the Terry he knew sat before him.
“Um, sorry,” he said. “I was just thinking.”
“Well,” Terry replied, rising from the chair, “you’d best be thinking of something else to occupy your time.” Rising, he turned to go.
On a hunch, Bryan quickly thumbed the power button again, thoroughly enjoying the way Terry’s ass swayed as she walked across the room. Approximately three steps from the door, she became the familiar Terry again, storming out and slamming the door behind him.
Powering the scanner down, Bryan thought about what had just happened. Evidently, that mysterious sample had done something to the scanner. Now, instead of reading DNA, it somehow changed it. Experimentally, he turned the device back on, then examined himself. No change that he could see. Maybe it had something to do with the sample of Terry’s hair he’d tried to examine.
Thinking further, Bryan began to smile. Terry had seemed completely unaware of any change, behaving as if having a woman’s body were natural. This could be interesting.
Three days later, Bryan sat expectantly at his desk. Today was report day. Once a month, Terry was required by law to sit down with Bryan and go over the affairs of the various companies he managed in Bryan’s name. Normally, Bryan could hardly wait for the meeting to end. Today, however, he looked forward to it. With the scanner powered on, he waited.
Right on time, the door opened. Terry strode in, wearing a robe over a pair of swim trunks. Three steps into the room, he changed. Large breasts bouncing beneath the robe, she strode to the desk and seated herself.
“Computer,” she commanded. “Let’s get this over with. I want to go swimming.”
Quietly, Bryan turned his monitor to face Terry, then moved to stand behind her. Glancing down, he saw the curves of her breasts peeking from beneath her robe.
“Monthly financial report,” she said, bringing up the required screen. For a moment, she studied the figures displayed, absently reaching up to scratch one breast. This caused the robe to gap even further, allowing Bryan a perfect view of her large breasts.
“Stop staring at my tits and pay attention,” Terry snapped. Startled, Bryan turned his attention to the screen. Between glances down Terry’s robe, the reports seemed to fly by. All too soon, Terry rose.
“Ok, that’s done for another month,” she said with obvious relief. Turning, she strode toward the door.
“And don’t stare at my ass, either,” she snapped.
“Why would I do that?” Bryan asked innocently.
“Do what?” Stopping at the door, Terry glanced over his shoulder curiously.
Frowning, Terry left the room. Alone, Bryan sank into his chair, lost in thought. Somehow, Terry seemed to have no recollection of his behavior as a woman. It was as though his mindset changed along with his body. Otherwise, the memory of scratching a breast would cause some confusion at the very least. Bryan decided to have the scanner on any time Terry was in the room. The more he learned about this strange phenomenon, the better.
Bryan’s next discovery came about three weeks later. He’d woken in an unusually bad mood, his temper not improved a bit when his favorite music disc decided to stop playing. He was seriously considering sailing the disc out the window when his door opened.
“Go away,” he growled, thinking it was one of the staff.
“I most certainly will not.” At the sound of Terry’s voice, Bryan turned, automatically thumbing the scanner to life as he did so. Terry stood in the doorway, once more dressed in trunks, but this time without the robe.
“Sorry,” he muttered, not really meaning it. “I thought you were one of the staff.”
“And is this how you talk to the staff?” Terry asked, striding up to the desk. Bryan watched her breasts bounce freely as she walked. Crossing her arms, she glared at him. “I will not tolerate this kind of behavior, do you understand?”
Bryan stared at her, his temper rising. Ever since his arrival, Terry had lorded it over Bryan, flaunting his authority over the younger man at every opportunity. Now, looking at the half naked woman before him, Bryan had had enough.
“Sit down and shut up,” he growled. Terry’s breasts bounced as she dropped into her chair, staring at him with wide eyes.
“I said shut up!” Immediately, Terry fell silent, though she continued to stare at him.
“Ever since you came here,” Bryan said, “you’ve acted like you own this place. You seem to have forgotten that this is my house you’re living in, my money you’re spending. You act like it all belongs to you, but it doesn’t. It’s mine. I’m tired of the way you waste money, and I’m tired of the way you treat me.”
For a long moment, Terry continued to stare, then her eyes dropped.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispered.
“What?” Puzzled, Bryan eyed the woman seated before him.
“Please don’t be mad,” she said again. “I can’t stand the thought of you mad at me.”
Bryan stared. He’d never seen Terry so submissive before. Deciding to test this new Terry, he moved to stand beside her.
“Maybe if you treated me better, I wouldn’t be angry,” he said.
Terry gazed up at him, a hopeful look on her face. “Really? she asked eagerly. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
“And what would you do to make me happy?” As he asked, Bryan reached out and stroked one large breast, expecting Terry to react furiously to the touch. To his surprise, she merely closed her eyes and moaned softly. Emboldened, he stepped behind her, reaching to cup both breasts. As he gently pinched her nipples, Terry moaned again, letting her head fall back against him. For a moment, Bryan simply enjoyed the feel of her breasts in his hands, then he released her and stepped back. Terry’s glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
“I’m not happy yet,” he replied.
“What will make you happy?”
“I want my old house staff back, for one.”
Terry rose from her chair. “And if I get them back,” she asked, “will you…….will you touch me again?”
“Let’s see what you can do about the staff first,” Bryan replied, smiling as she turned and rushed to the door. Stopping in the doorway, Terry turned back. For a moment, he simply gazed at Bryan, looking slightly puzzled, then he turned and left.
“Are you happy now?”
Gazing at the naked woman standing hopefully before him, Bryan considered. It had been nearly a month since his epic confrontation with Terry, and things had changed considerably. The original staff, reinstated, took their orders directly from Bryan. Bryan also controlled the finances. While in his male body, Terry remained unsure why he felt compelled to let Bryan run things. Worse, he had begun having strange thoughts about his ward. Terry knew he wasn’t gay, but the thought of Bryan touching him sent pleasant shivers through his body, shivers that grew as time passed.
Unaware of these thoughts, Bryan did notice changes in his guardian’s behavior. Terry-the-man appeared to be growing increasingly less sure of himself, less cocky and domineering. He had even stopped leaving the estate, confining himself to his own rooms except for his now frequent visits to see Bryan.
At the same time, Terry-the-woman grew increasingly eager to please. Her desire for his touch had increased as well, leading to some very heavy petting sessions. Life was good, but Bryan knew it could be better. And he was determined to make it so.
A little judicious tampering with the right wiring tied his scanner into the estate security system. This increased the range of the effects, which, basically, meant that Terry remained female no matter where in the house she happened to be. Only on leaving the grounds would she return to being a he. The staff quickly grew accustomed to seeing the naked woman who had become such a fixture that she seemed almost a part of Bryan’s shadow.
“Why don’t you let me have clothes?” she asked.
“Do you deserve clothing?”
“No, Master.” The two were alone in the mansion’s huge living room. Terry was only allowed to refer to him as “Master” when nobody else could hear.
“What do you deserve?”
Terry lowered her eyes. “Only what my Master chooses to give me,” she replied softly.
Bryan smiled. “And what do you want?”
Terry’s eyes rose. “You, Master. I only want you.”
Glancing down into her pleading eyes, Bryan was suddenly struck by a thought. Turning, he rushed from the room. Terry, her naked breasts bouncing with each step, hurried after him.
“Thank you for your time, Mister Adcock. We will begin our search immediately.”
“I’m glad I could help, but I wish I could give you more information. Do you think you’ll be able to find him?”
The police officer shook his head. “It’s hard to say, really. If Mister Broderick was abducted, something is sure to turn up. But if he chose to vanish on his own, we may never know the truth.”
Bryan nodded. “Understood. Please let me know if you find anything out.”
As the officer exited the room, a side door opened. Terry slipped into the office that had once been hers, but took no interest in her surroundings, her eyes focused on Bryan.
“Why did you do that, Master?”
Bryan smiled. “Because,” he explained, “as long as the police think Terry Broderick has disappeared, they won’t look for him here. And, as long as they can’t find any answers, the court won’t try to appoint another guardian for me. At least not for the seven years it would take to declare him as presumed dead. By that time, I’ll be well over 25, and fully in charge of everything.”
Terry looked puzzled. “But, Master,” she protested, “I haven’t vanished. I’m right here. And why did you call me a him?”
Instead of replying, Bryan pulled a pad of paper to him. On the top sheet, he wrote “Terri Spencer”. Tearing the sheet from the pad, he handed it to her.
“This is your new name,” he told her.
“I don’t understand, Master. Why can’t I be Terry Broderick?”
“Because I don’t want you to,” Bryan replied. “I want you to be Terri Spencer.”
For a moment, confusion reigned on her lovely face, then her expression cleared. “If that’s what Master wants,” she said, “then I’ll be Terri Spencer.”
“Who are you?”
“Terri Spencer, Master.”
“And what are you?”
She smiled. “Your slave,” she said softly. “Now, and forever.”
Bryan nodded. “And you wish to serve me?”
“In every way, Master.” She glanced at him, her eyes coy. “But mostly in one way, at the moment, Master.”
Bryan smiled. “Then serve,” he said simply.
As Terri’s fingers eagerly attacked the buckle of his belt, Bryan closed his eyes in anticipation of what was to come. Terry the tyrant was gone. In his place stood a beautiful, eager woman who would do anything to please him. The last of his clothing gone, Terri gently drew him down to the floor, her body pressed against his. Her mouth sought his, tongue probing slowly, and he smiled into the kiss.
Could it get any better than this?
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