"So this is your -like- fantasy." Jessica observed. Sounding every inch like the bimbo she appeared. With one hand, she lazily waved to herself and her extra thicc body, and with a smile to Michael in her form as Michaella.
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Michaella / Michael
"Are you behind this!?" Michaella demanded. At least, that was Michael's intent, but her demand came out as a petulant whine. Her voice as high and girly as Jessica's, it wasn't made to project power and give commands. Michealla gestured to her own body: clad in little more than a bikini and a translucent band to serve as a impromptu sarong. She accidentally bumping her bust with an angry sweep of her arms. Blushing, as it shifted and bounced before settling. A gnawing worry eating away at her calm, she was growing aware this was no mere coding mistake to make her fit in. The strutting Jessica was behind this...
Doubly frustrating, as she was dressed in little differently from herself. But, she exuded power and confidence while Micheal had never felt more exposed and vulnerable in his or her life!
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Jessica
As Jessica reached out a hand, gently playing with Michealla's hair. Her hand batted aside, it stayed between the pair.
"You're right, my new sister. I am behind this, and I hold all the power. Your meagre strength is meaningless here."
With a broad smile, a chill ran down Michaella's spine, as her sister snapped her fingers.
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Jessica
With a girly shrug, she flaunted her reduced body. Shrunk back to her more regular dimensions.
"I guess, I don't -like- belong here, now." She scrunched her nose, "But -like- you do, sweetie."
She gestured dismissively, distaste on her features to Michealla's form. "Enjoy your world, if you can." She said in parting, raising her hand high, she snapped her fingers again, this time vanishing.
Michaella was left abandoned and alone, just another one of the beach beauties, part of the scenery, the eye-candy she'd loved as Michael.
It had seemed fairer, when he was meant to be an Adonis, the women would be as beautiful as Athena, Aphrodite, or Artemis. He had crafted a range of personalities for those avatars. Athena was the nerd, Aphrodite the seductress, and Artemis the Jock. Now as she looked over her body, she wondered which category best fit her.
Certainly, they all felt rather different now, and she was more than a little scared at this imprisonment.
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