You Choose Blake Rowe

 

Blake Rowe


    It seemed you found the girl you wanted to swap with was Blake Rowe, a cute petite blonde. You always had a thing for thin girls and Blake was just your type, so why not be her. She also seemed super confident from her file which would carry over to you and help get you laid as a girl, her small breasts would also be easier to adjust to than the massive melons of some other women. You didn’t get the chance to speak with Blake before she entered the swap chamber, so you went into your’s and prepared for a new life.



    When the chamber opened you could tell something was wrong immediately, you were expecting a shift in being so much lighter and the long blonde hair, which you did feel. What was wrong were the enormous plastic melons which pulled you to the ground as you tried to confidently strut out of the chamber. Now on the dirty floor, your fake tits holding their shape while being pushed against the floor you felt a dryness in your mouth. You tried to close it but found it impossible to bring your lips together, as you stumbled to a mirror you shrieked in horror at the sight of your thick, pillowy, plastic lips and augmented body. This wasn’t the petite girl you saw on the profile, this was a plastic stuffed bimbo whore, with a fake ass, tits, and lips. You tried to ask one of the workers what happened, but with little control over your new lips only awkward moans came out. After nearly thirty minutes of trial and error you were finally able to get a phrase out of your fat lips “Ha hahhen, tis isn he igh ody (what happened, this isn’t the right body)” By some miracle to worker was able to understand you and reminded you that this was a risk of the clinic and now that you spent all this time trying to talk, the real Blake was long gone with your old body.



    You made your way to the apartment Blake mentioned in her file to find it wasn’t owned by her but her boss, and she lived with him but not as a couple. The real Blake was a secretary who didn’t read the fine print in her contract, which required her to become her bosses sex toy, move in with him, receive any surgeries he wanted, and be unable to tell anyone about the contract or she would be destroyed financially and socially. The original Blake needed an escape from the life of a glorified sex slave and gave it to you. You reluctantly stayed in the scenario knowing if you spoke out the best job you could find would be as a stripper which seemed worse than a businessman’s sex puppet. You spent your days giving him everything he wanted and crawling under his desk for a blowjob became part of the daily routine. 


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