(m4A) a classic trope, but hopefully we can do it well. Time for a bad case of witness OVERPROTECTION

“Easy, easy. Don’t move too quickly.”

I groan through a mental fog as a voice comes to me. I faintly feel my limbs respond to me, but only as little squirms at first. I’m not sure where I am, but I feel heavy and seem to be lying on a small mattress.

“You, well that body, hasn’t been active for a while now. Just got slow. Little movements. Trying blinking…there we go”

I manage to open my eyelids to see an older man with greying hair sinking in a chair by the bed side. A book sits in his lap as if he’s been waiting here for some time. My first thought is that this isn’t my room.

“Alrighty, seems like we’re getting somewhere. Next, follow my finger. Good, neural response confirmed. I’ll need you to try speaking next”

I try to lift my arm, but barely feel my fingers start to shift

“W…wha…what…where am I?”

The words croak out from my throat and a new panic starts setting in. My voice sounds wrong. Is my throat just that dry to make it sound almost..higher?

“Good good and looks like your motor functions are returning.”

He stands without answering my question and walks across the room. I struggle and manage to tilt my head just enough to follow…and make something brush my neck in the process. The man moves a thick piece of wooden furniture toward the bed and slowly turns it to face me. It’s a mirror.

“Holy fuck”

I whisper and watch the lips of a dark haired beauty in the bed mime after me. A curvaceous woman lies in front of me and I realize that she is me! A rush of memory begins to flood back. The crime. Whistleblowing. Running to the cops. The trial. Witness protection. The proposal and trying to run away…

“Right, where to start? Well, we had to take the drastic option to keep you safe until the trial. Should be about 8 months away now. Until then, we’ve prepared the perfect identity to keep you safe and using state of the art tech Not even your own mother would be able to recognize you!”

The man cheers as I feel my legs twitch and start to squirm. They’d mentioned making me a woman so they wouldn’t find me. A plan where I become some low profile chick and play house until the trial. I’d hated the idea and tried to escape the facility before being drugged.

“What the actual fuck!”

I yell as best I can wanting nothing more than to try running once again

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Yo! Hope you liked the starter! Tonight, I’m looking for a partner to help playing out a fantasy where I’m forced into an ordeal by witness protection where I have to stick with the program or risk being found by my pursuers or reprimanded by the program!

I’m a huge fan of role reversals, bodyswaps, various gender tfs, and the classic trope of “walking a mile in their shoes.” Well, in this case, it’s probably gonna be heels.

I’m imagining the program has set me up with a basic life and fully expects me to get with it or else more drastic measures might be needed. I’d like to get into the gritty details of what all it entails being this woman and grappling with any struggles that arise from a less than perfect job and life the program has set up for me.

As for how they did all this, we can say they used nanites, bodyswapping, or whatever other nearly magical means that could result in a total body transformation.

I’m open to a lot of different paths on this, but I would like it to be more story than straight smut.

If any of this is working for you I’d love to chat more in my dms and try to flesh out the rest!