Great Shift Experiences - "Sticky Situations" Trio!

 

 

                                            

Body Hopper - Overheard

 

Underground Swap Clinic - I'll Do Anything...

 

Good Gurls Rehab - Animated GIF - Bad to Worse...

 

"Later princess, maybe a week in solitary will cool you down and help you get used to your new hardware," one of the guards joked as he locked the cell door.

"Some of the other girls find it easiest to sleep on your back, but... you'll figure it out, heh," the other added as they walked away.

Luna didn't give them the satisfaction of a reply. Shouting, begging, crying... it's what they wanted. 

She turned into the tiny cell, containing nothing more than a bed and a toilet. "Bullshit... bullshit, this is bullshit..." she mumbled to herself as she scanned the small space. Not only being in solitary, not only being in the belt, but being in Good Gurls Rehab at all...

The other guys CC'd Leo on those email chains rating how hot the women of the office were. Which ones were wearing bras you could see through their tops that day or which ones had the "high beams" showing. Which ones were "nasty cunts" and which ones might be "ragging". Leo never responded. Never contributed. Tried to avoid even reading them, just deleting them as soon as they came in. 

When one of the guys accidentally included "Jessica" in HR instead of "Jesse" the salesman, just weeks after the company struck a partnership with Good Gurls Rehab, all hell broke loose. Leo made it clear he was never involved other than being CC'd involuntarily... but they still committed him to the program for not reporting it. While the "ringleaders" got five-year sentences, he only got two... some comfort...

Leo was taken and transformed into Luna. She'd spend those two years working as the AA of one of the company's female executives, but first, her "orientation" at the rehab itself. Draconian instruction on caring for her new body, dressing it for the office, how to behave "ladylike" while working... Luna was miserable, but powering through. 

She soon discovered that her new body wasn't all bad.  Her new breasts were large and sensitive, and between her legs, something even more sensitive. A wandering hand under the covers at night, an exploratory finger... Yeah, she could work with this. 

Unfortunately, her roommate was a tattletale looking to get her own sentence reduced and wasted no time turning Luna in to the guards. 

The punishment was swift and harsh. Luna was placed into a tight chastity belt which she'd wear for the first half of her sentence...which was also extended by six months for the rules violation. Not even a week in, and she already lost the only good aspect of this swap she had found so far. 

On her bed in the tiny cell, she tugged at the belt. The band sat uncomfortably between her hips and her ribs, but she couldn't budge it. 

The bands around her thighs were connected by the belt with chains... and to each other. While the program required that she wear dresses or skirts anyway, the chain made it physically impossible to wear anything else. Even panties.

The tight plate over her new pussy would not allow anything past it. Any sort of pleasure will be denied. Perhaps even worse, everything she was just taught about her new menstrual cycle would be made much worse by this thing... The belt's steel bar between her ass cheeks would make certain other bodily functions much more unpleasant as well...

She sat back on the bed, getting as comfortable as the belt would allow. She looked at the front, at the lock taunting her... She didn't deserve to be here. In this body. In this cell. In this belt... She'd have to play "the perfect woman" over the next two years... two years and six months now... while stuck in this belt for the first half of it. 

It wasn't fair. It had gone from bad to worse... and it was far, far from over... 

Body Hopper - Not Much of a Choice...

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Massive Stalker

 

Zzzip...

"There, there, Alyssa, no more of that nonsense..." Jordan, if that even was his real name, said after pulling the zip tie tight around Ethan's ankles. He moved and took a seat on the bed next to Ethan, gently pushing Ethan's new longer hair aside. "I'm sorry it had to come to this...if you would have just given me a shot, we could have been so happy..." 

"MMMMNGH!! NGHHAHHH!!" Ethan twisted and thrashed, shouting into the gag, but it all held tight. 

"This is how it's going to be," Jordan commanded, the knife he was holding glistening with the reflection of the bedroom lamp. "Your mine. You always should have been mine. Now think about your options here. I'll be back soon, and I expect you to be more compliant when I return.,,"

Ethan was a college freshman, a few weeks into classes for the year, going about his day like any other so far on campus. Between his morning classes, everything suddenly went dark...and a moment later, he found himself standing in the hall of an apartment building, the sound of a door closing just behind him. 

It didn't take him long to realize something was amiss. He was shorter. He felt lighter...at least in most areas. As he looked down toward the extra weight now on his chest, the long hair shifting against his neck, he was greeted by the sight of a woman's body. He shouted and backed into the door, then heard sounds of chaos from outside. Sirens, Crashes. Screams. Whatever happened, he likely wasn't alone...but also wasn't safe...

He turned and tried to get back into the apartment this woman had just come out of, but the door had a key code and he obviously didn't know it. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening across the hall got his attention. He turned to see a man..."Jordan" the man claimed...looking at Ethan with a brow raised. 

"Alyssa, everything ok?" he asked. His tone wasn't exactly comforting...more curious. 

"I, um, I'm not 'Alyssa', I'm a guy, and, um..." Ethan stammered, clearly unsure of how to explain the situation.

"Alyssa, babe, it's ok," Jordan said as he approached. Ethan backed into the locked apartment door, realizing how vulnerable he was in a woman's body. "Or...'guy'...I'm Alyssa's boyfriend. We live across the hall from each other and hit it off... Come on in, I'll keep you safe during this...whatever it is that's going on..."

Ethan didn't love it, but at least this guy seemed to know the body he was now in. Going with him seemed better than taking his chances in the hall, or going outside, so he went along.

Jordan catered to Ethan's every need. Food, drink, a sweatshirt when Ethan got cold in his new body... Will all services disrupted, there wasn't much to do. Eventually, Ethan just wanted to rest. Jordan offered Ethan his bed...but soon after, Jordan tried to join him in it.

Ethan screamed, he tried to run...but Jordan was bigger and faster. Easily bound Ethan's hands with a zip tie, gagged him, and after dragging him back to bed, tied his feet as well. Jordan brandished a knife to show he was serious...

It didn't take long for Ethan to realize that Jordan wasn't Alyssa's boyfriend, but a massive stalker. Helpless, bound and gagged on the bed, Jordan showed off his "collection" piece by piece, his twisted mind something thinking this would endear who he believed to be Alyssa to him. An old bra she threw away after the underwire popped out, a torn picture of Alyssa with her ex-boyfriend, even used period products from her bathroom...

When he was finally done, it's clear what Jordan's intent was. He didn't bother untying Ethan...believing that to be a risk...but did use the knife to cut off Ethan's (really Alyssa's) clothing...

Just one of many truly dark tales of the Great Shift... 

Surgery - Last Vestiges

 

Swap Clinic - Chameleon Agents

 

Swapped at Birth Requests - Who Wants to Deal With That?

 

Body Hopper - Fair Trade?

 Would you take it?

 

Good Gurls Rehab - Animated GIF - Breaking the "Bad Boy"

(I absolutely could not get this GIF to post here directly, and it's either too big or keeps breaking on image hosting sites, so above is a still. You'll just have to use your imagination today...)

"I have rights! This can't be legal!" Zane shouted as the two massive Good Gurls Rehab security officers led him down a hall toward a secluded cell. He fought and twisted, but his petite new female form was no match for the two of them.

"You want to be a trouble maker? This is what you get," one of the guards grumbled as he opened the cell.

"This is a 'game' we like to play with feisty ones like you..." the other added as he hand-cuffed Zane through the cell bars.

"Hey... HEY!" Zane shouted as the first guard knelt down and removed Zane's panties with a rough tug. Zane tensed immediately - exposed, vulnerable... These two guards could do anything they wanted to him right now and he'd be powerless to fight back. He began to whimper and tremble...that realization, plus his new female hormones, overwhelming his masculine urge to fight back. The standing guard then handed a folded white object to the kneeling guard, who placed it with practiced ease around Zane's waist. It was an adult diaper...

"You want to rebel? Well, here is your chance. That liter of water you had to drank after being swapped should be making its way through you soon..." the first guard began.

"So you'll spend the next hour here," the second guard added as he stood back up with a devious smirk. "You hold it that entire time? We'll cut your sentence in half."

"But if we come back and that diaper is wet?" the first guard took back over, as if they had done this routine dozens of times. (They probably had.) "Double your sentence."

"And maybe we talk to the techs about adding another fun swap, too," the second guard continued. "Heavy flow periods? Lop-sided breasts?"

"Or we stick with the pee theme and give you a weak bladder," the first guard interjected. "Dribbling pee pee from your little puss puss for your entire sentence? It'll drive you mad..."

One guard started a timer on his watch as they walked off laughing. "Your one hour starts now! You better be dry when we come back..."

Zane struggled against the cuffs, but they held tight. Despite his changed body, the feeling of a filling bladder was the same...and started almost immediately. Zane tugged and twisted at the cuffs. Cried a little. Crossed his legs tightly and tried again to get free...

...But soon, his new anatomy just couldn't hold back the floodgates. The tough-as-nails delinquent cried as he peed into his diaper... Another "bad boy" broken by "Good Gurls Rehab... 

Medallion of Zulu - Animated GIF - Could Have Been Worse...

 

The burglar slammed the door shut, leaving Nico sitting there, tape-gagged, wrists bound to a pipe beneath the sink. Yes, that could have been even worse... He was in his favorite "borrowed" female form, after all. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Hell, that burglar could have had his way with Nico and then killed him...

Instead, he just overpowered and bound Nico. Robbed his apartment. Including the lock box Kyle kept on top of his dresser. The one he bought JUST to keep the Medallion of Zulu safe while he was transformed. That burglar just picked it up and carried it would with Nico's PS5, Switch 2, lap top, cell phone...

Now, Nico had no way to change out of his favorite "borrowed" female form. He had no legal standing as this woman. From what he had read online about previous users of the Medallion of Zulu, his options were limited and grim... Try to get a fake ID. Work a job that wouldn't look too closely at his past... a strip club if he was lucky, prostitution if he wasn't... 

Before he could even get to that, he needed someone to come find him. Since he had found the Medallion, he spent all of his free time home alone transformed. Social life, gone. His job would miss him when he didn't show up...tomorrow morning...but would they do more than simply call him? On the phone he no longer has? How many days would it be until someone actually comes here to check on him? Would ANYONE come at all?

He just stared at the door...hoping, praying that someone...anyone...might come... 

Underground Swap Clinic - A Real Piece of Shit

 This one fulfill an anonymous request, hope you enjoy! (Warning: Dark as fuck)

"Every so often, I feel about doing this..." the man said to Paul a he shoved the dirty panties Paul had been wearing into his mouth. Paul could only whimper into them and tremble. "But you, you were a REAL piece of shit. Your own daughter, man? That's beyond fucked up." The man applied a healthy amount of tape over Paul's mouth. "We'll definitely make sure to highlight that to potential buyers. Some of them will pay up just for the chance to punish you themselves..." Satisfied, he left the room - Paul chained to the floor, naked other than the tape, in his daughter's body, whimpering and cold...

Paul was never a good father or husband. Paul was in and out of jail for minor crimes, worked for some bad people, and got in deep debt with those people too...  His wife left him as soon as she could, taking Alice with her.A few years later, his wife got sick and passed away. The state brought Alice, now a teenager, back to him despite his criminal record.

They did not have a good relationship. Alice got in legal trouble of her own, ran away a few times, tried to snitch on Paul and the work he did for the "bad people"... But she always ended up right back with Paul. One day, the debts got too high for Paul to pay down with the illicit jobs he was doing. The bad people were coming to break his legs...or worse. Paul drugged Alice and took her to an Underground Swap Clinic site. He planned to swap into her body, let the bad people take out their wrath on her in his old body, and then find a new male body after where he could simply disappear...

 Alice, however, had already made a few contacts in the criminal world.  A few of them worked for this particular site...and they helped her out. Instead of ending up in her dad's body to face punishment, they got her a different, young female body. She was the one who would get a fresh start. Meanwhile, Paul was knocked out as soon as the swap was complete. He'd be sold in an underground auction, with the money going to pay off his debts...

 (One Month Later...)

Alice, in her new body living her new life, had been invited by the wealthy couple who "purchased" her father to check-in on him. What she saw was beyond her wildest imagination...

"'She's' been in there since we brought her home," the man explained. "We've taken to calling her 'Trixie', heh. "She's force fed and watered through that tube in her mouth. Her waste is collected on the other side. And between her legs? That vibrator is set on a low setting, never enough to cum, but it changes every few minutes so she'll never get used to it. She can squirm just a little beneath the seal, but can't say, scratch an itch or tug at that corset for relief. I imagine that it's pretty god damn miserable, haha... Piece of shit deserves it though..."

Alice reached out and touched a thigh...Paul, still in there, twitched it. Now this was a fitting punishment for a real piece of shit... 

Body Hopper - Hope She Believes...

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

Body Hopper - Corporate Espionage

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Good Gurls Rehab - Do A Lot Worse...

 

Technology - Organ Donor (Series)

 This series goes out to CFire10q, hope you enjoy!

Halloween Horror - Sadistic Choice...

 

Carson walked into his home after a long day of work and nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see. He froze as he saw his wife, Carolyn, bound to a chair, gagged with tape, and a strange woman holding a knife to her throat. 

"Isn't she such a beaut?" the unknown redheaded woman began as she twirled Carolyn's hair. "Tape yourself up or I'm going to slice this pretty little throat to her fucking spine!" She tossed the tape to Carson and kicked a chair toward him. "Aww, don't cry! Never let them see you cry..." Her voice turned from sweet to psychotic in an instant. 

 Carson was powerless, scanning around the room but finding nothing that could help as he watched the woman hold the knife close to his wife's throat. Both watched as he first tied each ankle to the front legs of the chair, then taped his left hand to the arm of the chair. "I'll finish," the woman cut in, satisfied that Carson was sufficiently bound to take the knife away from Carolyn's neck. She taped his other hand to the chair and then taped over his mouth. Carolyn could only look on, crying, helpless...

"Now that I have both of your attentions, there are some things you need to know about your wife..." the woman began, opening the fridge and grabbing a beer. She winced as she took her first gulp. "Even beer tastes awful now..." she mumbled to herself, but continued to drink it. "Your wife isn't really Carolyn Brooks...at least, not the real one," she began to explain. "We were partners in a big scam. She was originally Jonathan Tucker and I...was Keith Anderson. Yep, both guys. Now they call me 'Kelly'..." Carson looked from her over to Carolyn, who could only hang her head.

"We'd made millions, but the authorities were close...it was time to get out..." Kelly continued. "We had this idea...body swapping technology had just come out. We had some underground contacts. We could switch bodies...lay low for a while...then come back for better bodies. Neither of us wanted to be women...at least, I sure didn't..." She finished her beer then went to get another. "But we'd definitely be off their radar. So we did it. Stashed our money, swapped, lived these lives for a bit..." She picked the knife back up and rested it on a crying Carolyn's shoulder. "But this fucking cunt... had a change of heart!" She made a small cut on Carolyn's jaw, drawing blood. "Maybe she always wanted to be a chick. Maybe it was because she met you. I don't know. I don't care. But she fucking backstabbed me!" Kelly chugged the beer and then broke the bottle over Carolyn's head while Carson shouted into his tape gag and pulled helplessly at his bindings.

"She turned me in exchange for immunity! Since I was illegally swapped, they 'swap locked' me. I'll always be a chick now... Got '25 to Life' and, since I used to be a man, they put me in a men's prison," Kelly explained. "Do you know what I had to do to survive in there like this? Hundreds of dirty inmate cocks in every hole! My ass and pussy are so blown out they're barely separate holes anymore! All while this fucking cunt gets to play the 'happy housewife' and only take one cock!? Well, that's over now..."

Kelly took the knife and moved it over to Carson's throat. "I escaped...turns out they don't watch the tiny little woman all that closely. Been on the run for a little while. Stealing what I've needed. Then...I found you. Now I'm going to give you a choice! Him...or you..." Carolyn was bawling into her gag, tears streaming down her face. "Or, there's a third option. You'll both 'live'...but since I'll never have a cock again or even get pleasure from my pussy, neither will either of you!" Both Carolyn and Carson reacted strongly to that, but their bindings held. "You're choice Jonathan! Or Carolyn! Or whatever the fuck! Choose which throat I slash, or I start slashing you both 'downstairs'! Tick tock!"

Halloween Horror - Trafficked

 

"Don't go alone." That was the cardinal rule of the online body swapping community you found regarding the Underground Swap Clinic. Desperate to become a woman but unable/unwilling to pay the exorbitant Swap Clinic prices, going "underground" was looking better all the time. You found another in the community who lived close to you and, following the rule, you decided to go together.

The selection of bodies was great. You were both able to find young, pretty women among the options to swap with. You watched cautiously as he swapped and dressed. The (the new) "she" did the same for you. You both paid and walked out, excited about your new lives as women, feeling safe once you were outside. 

However, shady illegal groups do shady illegal things. You were apparently followed, your car run off the road, and the two of you were captured and sedated...

An unknown amount of time later, you were both shaken awake in the back of a van as it went over bumps in the road. Bound tight with tape, your new breasts bouncing over the bumps, terror setting in as the drugs wore off...

Were you being sent to a brothel? Back to the underground swap clinic to be swapped again? Maybe "parted out" even? Whatever it was to be, it wouldn't be the life you imagined for yourself after finally becoming a woman...