You wake with a shudder, soaked in sweat. The blankets cling to your flesh making it hard to peel away. You recall how dangerous this world is for many men. The risks from vindictive women, out to right imagined wrongs. The risk of femme rain, reducing a man to a woman... and a woman to a bimbo. Even if she were originally a man. The risk of nanites escaping the lab, and rewriting your entire life was now a genuine danger.
Even the innocent risks could escalate to horrific consequences. Sitting up with difficulty, the sheets stick to your chest. Thankfully, still manly. Well, male. Testing through the sheets, your hands found your pecs. Your nips still reassuringly small, and dull. They didn't respond to your clammy grip. You weren't bristling with muscles, not wanting to spend too long at the gym. You had better things to do with your time. But, it wasn't the lush bust that your nightmares had promised.
You tried to concentrate on the positives. The 'scenery' was so much more plentiful. Many were bimbofied, and unaware of their previous lives. Others suffered with lingering memories, that contradicted their sensual bodies. Alien desires driving instincts that made their intellects rebel in futile frustration.
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