The Brain Transplant
Something’s wrong… gotta wake up… can’t feel my cock… feel so… different… soft… things smell different.. anxious… like my body isn’t mine… is that a nurse talking to me?
“So pretty! And so trapped! The transplant worked SOO well, sweetie, when you wake up even you will think you’re sweet little Bailey! Just think, you’ll get to wear pretty things and be ogled by men and carry around those nice big boobies all the time.”
nnnooo….. not my body… not a woman… mmmm…. breasts… feel good
“And you’re such a healthy, fertile woman! I’m sure you can’t wait to have a man slip his nice… big…. COCK into you! Maybe you’ll even have babies!”
cock… babies… me… I can have babies…
It's good to be out of the hospital, but… looking down and opening my top… It’s so weird… they’re my breasts… but I feel like I didn’t used to have breasts? Maybe like when I was a little girl? I can’t shake this feeling that I used to be… someone else… and why do I hear a man’s voice in my head all the time?
It's still strange looking at myself in the mirror… I need to look hot for this guy… he’s really rich and super cute! Something still seems wrong… like I shouldn’t be able to wear this skirt… Like I should… have a bulge? No, that’s just silly…
As he's fucking me he says, “I can’t believe how well that brain transplant worked out! I got the support of the covert medical board AND I got out of that pathetically sexy body so I can do real research now… AND you’re stuck as the old me, only dumber and sexier!”
“OHMYGOD! I REMEMBER WHO I AM!!! THIS ISN’T MY BODY! YOU STOLE MY BODY!!! AND YOU’RE FUCKING ME WITH IT!!”
“Really? Well that’s even more fun! You’re Bailey to the world now, honey, down to your DNA and those lovely tits… even the little scars I got when I had that body… The fact you THINK you used to be ME just makes fucking you so much sweeter… and it will give the psyche team something to do… reconditioning you to believe you’ve always been in that body!”