Becky (Patreon)

'Ugh... my head' Trevor thought groggily as he began to wake up from an unusually deep sleep. His hands slowly moved up towards his face, brushing slightly over his smooth forehead. Suddenly instead of his bald head, his hand met an unfamiliar wall of soft hair. A moment of confusion later the same sensation made him freeze and opened his eyes and then regretted it when bright lights stabbed in to him - It wasn't his room.

"What the fuck ..." Trevor said under his breath as he slowly set up and gazed around. Long hair tumbled down the sides of his face, caressing his face almost playfully. Something digging into his shoulders made him feel even more weirded out, especcially after strange feeling around his chest region.

Looking down at two strange swells at his chest he gasped, covering his mouth after hearing the high pitched cry he let out. "It's can't be ..." Trevor, one of the city's best lawyers, trembled as he touched the soft flesh on his chest.

"Do you like my boobs... Becky?!" his formely own voice laughed loudly. "Don't they look great on your chest?! Much better than your old chest, right?!"

"What the hell are you doing with me! Give me back my body, bitch!" Trevor shouted to his former body.

"There's only one bitch here and it's definitely not me! Oh Becky, Becky, Becky-"

"I'm not Becky, I'm Trevor! You stole my body! You-" Trevor began to scream again but a wave of dizziness overcame him. "Trevor ... Trevor ... nooo ... My name ..." he whispered, trying to remember his name, his identity.

"Look, Rebecca" said the owner of his former body, holding a Trevor's wallet with his cards and driving licence inside. "You are definitely not Trevor because Trevor it's me. And yes, I stole your body, like the bodies of many before you, Becky" he smiled at Rebecca and shook his head.

"I'm not... ugh, my head! I'm Rebecca Diaz, best damn stripper this city had seen and-" Rebecca put her hand over her mouth, realizing what she had just said and gasped. "No, no, no! What is this joke?"

"Oh, you better not indulge in this, honey," the body stealer chuckled again and went on. "Actually, I'm pretty pissed that I had to steal this ugly body of yours, it's just a little compensation after you almost ruined everything! Do you know how it feels for me to steal a man's body and end up looking like some kind of a muscle freak?! I am a woman, at least I always was and I liked it, and now I have to live in your body for a while!"

"So change us back, whatever you are and whatever the hell you done to us!" Rebecca hissed now gaining new memories and knowledge from the new body. Pictures flashed in her head as she now remembered her past as the stripper called Rebecca "Bikini". How she danced on poles, how men paid her for showing her tits, how she sucked cocks and many more degrading things!

"Ugh! What happening?! My... ugh! memories! I didn't do it, why can't it stop?!"

"But you did... or rather this body. Listen, I'm too lazy to explain everything. Better just forget me and live your life" He leaned over and lightly patted Rebecca on the cheek. "It will be better for you this way, ok, Becky?."

"Stop calling me this fucking Becky!" She pulled away from his hand and looked at him with displeasure, realizing that she seemed to not recognize the man standing in front of her, as if she had forgotten what she looked like yesterday.

"Yes, you're right, it's time for me to go. Enjoy your new life as Trevor, sorry... um ... Rebecca!" He giggled and walked away "Don't forget to take your pills and use condoms. Bye, bye, baby!"