I’d decided I needed company.

I’d sat down to work out what my ideal companion would look like. I’d got about a third of the way through the list, relaxing at my local café, when the answer appeared right in front of me…

“Is this seat taken…?” came a small voice.

I looked up and stopped breathing for a second…

This willowy blonde was looking at me hopefully, a tray in her hands.

“No, join me, of course”, I said, gesturing to the seat opposite me.

She put her tray down and slid into the seat.

I then realised she was looking closely at me.

“Can I help you?”, I asked, puzzled, both of us drinking and eating.

“You’re even more cute than your file photo”, she said. “You’ll do perfectly…”

“I’ll what?”

“Come with me, please”, she said, holding out her hand.

How could I refuse…?

I was mesmerised by this vision of a woman. That turned out to be my undoing. We got into her car. I strapped myself in, not noticing she was reaching for something…

“Now, all we’ve got to sort out is, which one of us is the bitch”, she suddenly said. “Oh, wait, it’s you…”

Before I could do anything, she snapped a metal collar round my neck and locked it.

“There. Now you’re properly dressed.”

“What the fuck!? Get this damn thing off of me!”

“Now now, calm down. I expect my pets to be well behaved.”

“Your what! Screw this for a lark, I’m out of here.”

I went to get out of the car.

“Two things, before you do”, she said. “If you leave now, you’ll never get that collar off. Also… the child locks are on. The door can only be opened from the outside.”

I couldn’t help it. I slapped her, as hard as I could.

“LET ME OUT!”

“The fuck I will!” She cried. “I’ve been looking for you for too long to lose you now!”

Next thing I knew, she had put the car in gear and driven off…

About half an hour later, we were pulling up the driveway of a typical three bed semi, in a quiet neighbourhood.

My companion suddenly spun and jabbed me in the neck with a syringe.

“Just in case you had got any ideas about calling for help”, she said. “I’ve just temporarily killed off your vocal cords.”

I tried to shout, but I could only manage a quiet hiss. I glared at her, hatred in my eyes.

“I know you don’t love me now”, she said, “but you will, soon.”

To my amazement, she then fastened a leash to my collar.

Quickly getting out, she walked round to the passenger side and opened the door.

I took a swing at her; she slapped me, then grabbed my leash.

“Behave!”

She towed me into the house, up the stairs and into a bedroom.

“This is your room, now”, she said, fastening my leash to a loop embedded in the wall. “Take a look around; I’ve got to unload the shopping; I’ll be back up in a minute to explain things.”

She went out and shut the door; I heard a key turn in the lock.

I spent the next few minutes trying to get my leash free but failed entirely.

“Oh, come on!”, she said, when she came back in. “You aren’t even trying to escape. You should have at least undone your leash by now and be working on the door. Don’t tell me the stories of your intelligence are underrated…”

She walked straight over to me, grabbed hold of me and, to my shock, kissed me.

“Look, I know this is traumatic”, she said, “but I’ll explain everything. First of all, we need to get you changed. Mum’s coming over; she’ll expect you to be properly dressed.”

I tried to stop her, I really did; a minute or so later, though, I was standing naked in the middle of the room, wearing only my collar, which she had detached from the wall.

I shivered and stared at her. I still hadn’t got my voice back yet.

She came over, kissed me again, then started laying out some clothes on the bed. They were the sort of things a typical teenager would wear; denim skirt with silver buttons down the front, tights, white knickers, a padded bra and a t-shirt with “The future is female” printed on it.

I shook my head and backed away.

She just looped a finger into the ring on my collar, then pulled me back toward the bed, pointing at the clothes. I still shook my head.

She slapped me. Hard. On the behind. I slapped her back on the face, then made a run for the door, not caring I was naked.

She stuck out a foot and tripped me, and I went flying. I hit the wall and everything went black…

I awoke sitting on a sofa in the front room, wearing the clothes. I caught sight of my reflection in a glass coffee table and gasped…

I made a damn fine girl. Blonde curly hair, face properly made up, all the curves in the right places. Shit, I was turning myself on…

“That’s better”, a voice said next to me. The woman that had taken me was looking at me, smiling. “I thought that was what I saw in you. You’re really cute, you know that?”

She playfully elbowed me, then kissed me.

“Mum’s going to love you…”

At that point there was a knock at the door.

She got up and opened it.

“Jenny!”, her mum squeaked. “Wow! It’s great to see you again.”

“Come on in mum”, Jenny said. “I’d like you to meet someone…”

Jenny steered her mother over to me. Something made me get up. I still have no idea why I didn’t cause a scene or try to escape.

“Mum, this is Danni”, Jenny said. “My fiancée.”

Her mum was really happy to meet me. I was still in a state of shock…

“Don’t tell me”, her mother said. “She hadn’t asked you yet. She can be a real sod like that at times.” She shook my hand, then hugged me.

“Any friend of Jenny’s is a friend of mine”, she said. “Love the collar, by the way…”

The three of us had quite a pleasant afternoon; Jenny sitting next to me on the sofa, her mum on the separate chair. Jenny offered to make drinks and got up, leaving me alone with her mum.

“How did you two meet?”, she asked.

“The café I was having lunch in was almost full”, I said, “and she asked to sit with me. Things just went from there…”

My head was whirling, inside, even though I looked calm outwardly. Why was I comfortable with all this?

I had no idea that Jenny was listening to all of this from the kitchen…

We all ended up having quite an enjoyable afternoon. Jenny’s mum left an hour later and whispered something into Jenny’s ear on the way out.

“What was that all about?”, I asked.

“She told me that you were a ‘keeper’”, she said, smiling. I gasped…

I had no idea that I’d given such a good impression to Jenny’s mother. My folks had always brought me up to be polite; that was what I had been doing. I just hadn’t been used to doing it as a woman…

You see, this is where the whole problem is. I’m a guy, in my mid-twenties. You wouldn’t tell that at all from looking at me now. I look like an eighteen-year-old college student. A female one, at that…

Strange thing was, I felt like one as well. The way I acted; my cheeky giggle when Jenny said something funny, thoughts about clubbing and enjoying life, coupled with the occasional concerns of passing exams that I’d taken and passed long ago…

Something had rolled back time, as well as changing my gender. I was sure that something was Jenny…

I was really getting turned on by her. I’d realised how gorgeous she was when I first saw her in the café, but she was really growing on me.

“Ah, here it is”, she suddenly said, with a cry of triumph. “I knew I’d put it somewhere…”

She smiled as she brought out a small box.

“Mum was quite right; I hadn’t asked you yet.”

She got down on one knee and flipped the box open.

“Danni”, she said, a quaver in her voice, “Will you marry me…?”

I looked at her for a long time, making her wait.

She started to shake; a worried expression appeared on her face.

“Of course I will, you idiot!”, I replied. “I’m just annoyed you didn’t ask me before your mum’s visit; that was quite embarrassing…!”

Jenny threw her arms around me, kissing me.

“Oh, by the way, look under your bra…”

Puzzled, I lifted my t-shirt and peered under my bra. A perfectly formed pair of ‘C’ cup breasts met my gaze.

“Nanites”, she said. “Injected by the collar you’re wearing. You’re completely female now.”

“Coo…”

That night we had sex in bed together as two women. Damn, she’s good…!

The interesting thing was I still remembered all my time as Danny, but I didn’t miss it at all. I’d got nothing waiting for me back home; I’d also got no living relatives. It was one of the things Jenny had been told about me in the ‘file’ she mentioned.

I’d been selected as the most compatible candidate for her ‘project’; all she had to do was set the collar appropriately, to match my DNA, then flip the switch that turned me from male to female. I’d not even felt it happening; she’d triggered it while I was unconscious, and it had finished its work while I was talking with her mother in the living room.

Over the next few days, Jenny explained to me all the ‘ins and outs’ of my new body, including telling me about ‘time of the month’ problems. She helped me with feminine hygiene, living properly, everything. I loved the time when she insisted on explaining everything to me while we were in the shower together…

As I said, sex was incredible. That on its own, however, wouldn’t have been enough to make me fall for her in itself. She really cared about me. Take the time when I lost my job; I’d gone back into my old job at the office. First, they had a go at me for taking time off without permission (not my fault, really; I was kidnapped) for something as ‘frivolous’ (in their opinion) as a sex change; then the complained that I hadn’t had the decency to get in touch. The latter was because I hadn’t got their number; Jenny had thrown my phone away in case someone used it to track me, and the firm wasn’t on the internet yet as they were rebranding. She’d also only just bought me a new phone to replace the one she trashed.

I got told to ‘get out, and don’t come back’. My position had been filled by the temp that had stepped in to help, and I was no longer required anymore.

They really hadn’t reckoned with my fiancée, though. As soon as she saw me upset, she flew into a rage…

All it took was one phone call. Her firm had been my old firm’s main customer. They suddenly, with no notice, went elsewhere. Jenny then bought their company for peanuts and fired the director that had belittled me. She had fun telling him why on the day he got given his marching orders…

It was only because she was that rich that she had been able to have the technology that made my collar created. A collar which I was still wearing, and proud of.

I was still wearing it on our wedding day. A few people commented on it at the reception, later. I told them it was a ‘family heirloom’…