I woke up to a low vibrating hum, a halo of light burning through my eyelids. One moment I was alone on a night hike… the next I was strapped to a cold metallic table, strange soft-eyed aliens circling me with a curiosity that almost felt intimate.

Before I could even form a question, a device hovered over my chest and the world snapped sideways. My body shifted under me — my hips widened, my waist shrank, and an unfamiliar, heavy, breathtaking softness settled across my chest. My own face stared back from a reflective surface, but changed… smoother, fuller, dizzyingly sensual.

Panic hit first — and then a slow, electric heat as I realized what they’d done to me.

Later, standing alone in a bathroom the aliens left me in, I finally took a good look at myself. I lifted the tiny crystal bikini they’d put on me, feeling the weight of new curves, the way my skin looked impossibly smooth and unreal.

I couldn’t help it — I touched, tested, explored… learning the physics of my new shape. Every movement felt exaggerated, sensual without trying, like this body had its own instinct for seduction.

I recorded a little clip “for science,” just to study my posture — but the camera loved me too much. The aliens might’ve meant this as an experiment, but I was starting to enjoy the results a little too much.

A man trapped in a woman’s body… or maybe a man discovering just how intoxicating this new form can be.