Losing himself

Hearing the door unlock behind him, Chris readied his nerves as he rose off the bed and turned to look at the man who walked in.

He had been coming home alone from an unsuccessful night at the bars when he had felt a quick pinprick in the back of his neck. The last thing he saw as his vision faded to darkness was a man stepping out from behind him, catching his falling body and pulling him into a nearby van. 

He woke up with a start, shooting up into a sitting position. He knew something felt off immediately, the unfamiliar sensations rocking through his body. Long, black hair pooled around his shoulders, a far cry from the buzz cut he remembered having. He looked down at the rest of his body, but as he rose up further, the bedsheets slipped down past his chest, revealing full, heavy breasts. He watched as his nipples reacted to the cold room, stiffening slightly as they stuck out further. Chris brought a hand up to one of his breasts, feeling its weight spill over his fingers as he grazed his nipple, sending ripples of strange feelings through his body. Until now he had thought he was dreaming, but this felt too real. With a sinking feeling, he realized that what he thought was a weird dream last night had just become very, very real. 

Looking around the room, he found himself in a dark bedroom. It was well appointed, although somewhat bare. Lifting himself off the bed, he wobbled on his feet, taking a moment to adjust to his new center of gravity. He walked over to the mirror in the middle of the room, clearly set out to be the center of attention. As his body came into frame, he gasped as he saw the full extent of his changes. Looking back at him was an attractive japanese woman, the kind he definitely would have thought about all day if she passed him on the street. She was older than him, sure, maybe mid-thirties, but clearly still in the prime of her life. His eyes traced the soft curves of her body down past her breasts to a natural stopping point: Her pussy. His pussy now, he thought, as he reached down to confirm what he already knew. His dick was gone, like it had never been there in the first place. He began to panic, racking his brain to think of anyone he had pissed off bad enough to do something like this to him, but he drew a blank. 

Just then, the door opened up and a well built asian man walked in, placing a tray of food on the bedside table. He gazed at Chris’ new body, and he could see the corner of his mouth turn up slightly into a smile. “I’m sure you’re wondering what’s happened to you. Don’t worry, that will become very clear in due time.” The man started. “Until then, eat some breakfast. I’m sure you need to get your strength back. We’ll talk soon.” Giving one last look at Chris, he backed out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Chris tried to hold out but after an hour or so, the rumbling in his stomach won out and he wolfed down his food, trying to ignore the feelings of his new body. This continued for lunch, and then dinner. There was a TV in his room he tried watching, but his mind kept drifting back to his situation and his new body. He felt every inch of his new self, familiarizing himself with the woman’s form he now inhabited. There was nothing left of the old Chris in this body, replaced with the sensual curves of a mature woman.

The man was putting something in his food. He knew it, but it wasn’t like he could just not eat. That evening, his captor walked into his room and explained why he had been taken. It wasn’t anything personal, like he had assumed at the start. They had just needed a body and Chris happened to have been walking down the street alone that night. It was simply bad luck that he was the one chosen. Although that didn’t help him much now, Chris had thought to himself. The man, Ryuji, was a wealthy heir to a biotech fortune, had recently lost his wife, Akemi. Desperate to get his life back to the way it used to be, he decided to use his resources at the medical technology company he owned to bring her back. 

The serum they had developed could make Chris into a perfect copy of her, down to her DNA, but it didn’t affect his mind. Inside her body, he was still Chris. That’s where the pills came in. Two a day, crushed up in his food. Unknown to Chris, they began to change his mental state, retraining neural pathways and reinforcing desired behavior. 

The next time the man came back to his room, Chris held back like usual, but something was different. The disgust he expected to come was gone, replaced by something else. He could feel butterflies form in his stomach as he finally placed the response his body was giving him. It was lust. As much as he tried to resist it, his body was turned on by the sight of the man, a thought which scared him. This was the man who had kidnapped him, yet instead of revulsion, he felt… attraction. Chris tried to push that thought to the back of his mind as the man left, but the thought stuck with him. It was like a pressure in his body, one he knew could only be released by one thing. Unable to take it, he slipped his hands between his legs, fingering his new pussy as he imagined what it would be like to be Ryuji’s wife, like the past owner of this body had been. To submit to his new self, enjoy all of it’s pleasures. He couldn’t reconcile how he felt now with how he though he would react, but something about it just felt right.

One thought consumed him all night: Would it be so bad to just play along? to act the part of his loving wife until he could find a way to escape? He still wanted to escape, he thought, but a growing part of him was beginning to realize that if he didn’t escape soon, he might never want to later. He shuddered at the thought, although he couldn’t place whether it was with fear or excitement at the thought. 

As Ryuji came in with his food the next day, Chris decided to put his plan into action. Getting up from the bed, he felt his breasts sway under his shirt, reminding him of the feminine body that was now his as he walked over to him. No one would mistake him for a man when he managed to escape, if he managed to escape. He went up and kissed him on the cheek, pretending that his plan was working as he wrapped his arms around him. “You’ve helped me realize who i really am” Chris said, gazing into the man’s eyes. “Who i was always meant to be. How can i thank you?” He asked. Ryuji smiled. “There is one thing you can do to prove it to me” he said, gently pushing Chris down to his knees as he undid his belt. “This was always Akemi’s favorite part, I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as she did.” 

Suddenly, Chris found himself in the last place he wanted to be, staring down his captor’s cock like it was the barrel of a gun. he suddenly realized how womanly he really was now, nipples hardening in the cool room as he placed his hands on Ryuji’s legs. He had to do it to escape, he thought, but he knew as he looked down the shaft in front of him, his body wasn’t thinking about escaping. He could already feel his mouth salivating, preparing itself to take in the full length of the dick in front of it. 

Ryuji must be right, Chris thought, there was nothing his body wanted more than to wrap its lips around his cock, pleasuring him as a prelude to what was sure to come next. He knew there was no way out of the situation, but instead of fear, all he felt was the anticipation building. He had to do this, but more importantly, a part of him wanted to do this. 

Biting the bullet, he leaned forward, looking up into the man’s eyes as he took his cock into his mouth. Again, he expected revulsion at the action but all he was met with was a stirring in his new pussy, confirming how right it felt. He started licking up and down the shaft,  each motion giving a corresponding response of ecstasy in his own body. The part of him that still resisted shrunk further and further back inside of him, locked into a corner of his mind as it was unable to do anything but watch his new body lose herself in the task at hand. His last thoughts of resistance faltered as he realized what he would be missing out on if he left. He didn’t have to lie to himself anymore. He was Akemi. Just like Ryuji wanted him to be. Just like he wanted himself to be. She gazed up into her husband’s eyes. She was tired of just playing along. Now she wanted the real thing.