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Forced Perspective Two
My name is Tom Wilson... and I was in shock.
A few minutes ago, my consciousness was accidentally uploaded into the
body of a sexy little cam girl, Zoe. This was thanks to a glitch that
happened during my ID chip update.
Meanwhile, Zoe... the aforementioned cam girl, was uploaded into my
body, which wasn't good! It was pretty obvious that Zoe was not only
drunk due to the alcohol in my former body, but she was also drunk with
the power of being a wealthy older man.
If any of this got out, my entire career would be ruined, and the life
I so desperately hoped to return to would be utterly destroyed!
I had to face the truth, I was stuck in Zoe's body for the time being.
My only hope of getting my body and life back was via my contacts and
bank accounts... and the only person who could currently access them
was Zoe. She held all the cards, or perhaps I should say, HE held all
the cards.
I stared at my former self on the laptop screen as he sat on my
sectional couch and smirked back at me.
"So, um... what do we do now... sir?" It was obvious that my former
body was pretty drunk, and Zoe's brain was along for the ride, so I
deferred to her newfound sense of power in order not to anger her...
err him.
The new Tom leaned sideways and stretched out on my couch. "Well I'm
not sure what your plans are sweetie..." he yawned, "... but I am going
to take a nice long nap." I watched as my former body curled up and
closed his eyes.
"Hey, you can't..." As I attempted to speak I heard Zoe in my body say,
"Marcella, sleep mode," and the laptop screen went completely blank.
I grabbed the laptop and tried to reconnect, but all it said was, "Ace
in the Whole is Offline."
"Shit, shit, shit!" I muttered in my embarrassingly mousey new voice.
My personal phone number was only open to direct contacts, so I
couldn't even use Zoe's phone or computer to contact my old self. I was
completely powerless at the moment and I fucking despised it!
Just then, a sexy little animated cat appeared on the screen of Zoe's
laptop. "Hey Zoe... purrr... you have one hour and seventeen minutes
left on your shift.... log back in and have fun! Purrrr."
It was an automated message from The Cathouse cam site, and I was not
in the mood. "No fucking way, no way... no no no!" I grabbed the laptop
and slammed the top down. "I am not a goddamn fuck toy!"
I sat back on my haunches and crossed my arms over my small tits as a
shiver ran through my body. It was chilly in here, and the fact that I
was totally naked in Zoe's tiny body didn't help.
I crawled to the side of the large bed and hopped off onto the carpeted
floor, my little tits jiggled as I landed. I looked back at the bed, it
seemed huge... then it hit me, the bed wasn't huge... I was tiny!
"Shit!" I clenched my childlike fists.
I remember reading Zoe's stats, and as I recall, she was 5ft two inches
tall, and that meant... "Oh fuck me!" I ran to the full length mirror
on the other side of the room to better ascertain my new diminutive
stature.
Staring back at me from the mirror was a tiny little girl, perhaps 20
years old, with shoulder length sandy blonde hair. She had huge brown
eyes, a cute nose and pouty little lips. Her arms lacked any hint of
muscle, she had perky little tits and an adorable little pussy peaked
out from her fully shaven crotch. Her sexy little body was completely
naked, except for the black choker around her neck.
As my head tilted downward to reconfirm my newly vacant crotch area,
sandy blonde hair cascaded down over my eyes.
I reached up and used both hands to pull the hair away from my face,
then stared into the mirror once again. "Ok Tom, get a grip," I
whispered to myself in a tiny breathless voice. "For better or worse,
I'm Zoe for the time being." My voice sounded a bit more adamant, as if
I was trying to convince myself of the situation.
I stared directly into the mirror and spoke more clearly. "Hey... um...
hey there, I'm Zoe!" I chirped. God this new voice of mine was so
damned cutesy... fuck!
I let go of my hair and let my hands wander my new body a bit,
eventually finding their way to my tits. I gave them a squeeze, then
looked back at my new reflection once again. "Heyyy... I'm Zoe," I
purred.
Fuck me, that was unnerving! It's one thing to see a woman act sultry,
but completely different when you are the one in the driver's seat.
What the fuck was I doing?
I immediately let go of my new tits and started rummaging around Zoe's
room. "I need some goddamn clothes for fuck's sake." Even my cursing
sounded cute, like a cartoon kitten getting angry.
As I poked around beside Zoe's bed, I saw the black thong she had been
wearing earlier. I picked the thong up timidly and held it out in front
of me. "Well, I guess this is a start!" I mumbled, as my face scrunched
up in disgust at my predicament.
I precariously leaned over and pulled the thong up my smooth legs, then
fitted it snugly into place. It was unsettling how it fit so perfectly
over my smooth nether regions, and how the string in the back rode up
my ass crack. "Ugh." It felt weird to wear another person's underwear,
even if I was that person currently.
I awkwardly walked to the mirror again, turning sideways to see if I
could get a view of my new ass, and there it was... a taut little ass
covered by nothing but string. I remembered looking at that ass
lustfully when I was sporting a cock, but looking at it now just made
me realize I that I was trapped in Zoe's little sex kitten body.
I tried to ignore my plight as I walked across the room to the small
dresser in the corner. All I found inside the dresser drawers were more
thongs of various colors, some matching bras, many pieces of slinky
lingerie, three dildos and a small pink vibrator. I growled in
frustration and moved to the closet.
As I picked through the closet, most of the clothing seemed to be tiny,
tight and optimized to show off this sexy petite body I was trapped in.
Stacked at the bottom of the closet were two boxes full of more
clothing. There were nothing but dresses in the top box, so I leaned
down to pick it up and move it out of the way.
"Ughhh." An unsolicited little grunt came from my mouth as I tried to
pick up the box. "Motherfucker, am I that goddamn weak!?" I groaned
again as I tried to move the box... but it barely budged. "Well shit!"
I tried kicking and shoving the box, and finally it fell over. "That
took waaay too much effort!" I huffed.
After rummaging through the second box for a few minutes, I found an
old worn out Metallica t-shirt.
"Score!" I exclaimed.
When I held the shirt up in front of me, it seemed HUGE! This must have
been left here by some dude, because it was far too huge for Zoe's tiny
body. "Greaaaat!" I said exasperatedly as I pulled the huge shirt over
my head.
After draping myself in the massive shirt, I walked over to the mirror
once again... and once again I saw Zoe standing there, in a
ridiculously large shirt. She looked adorable.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, watching as Zoe's reflection did the same.
"Well... at least this'll give me some coverage." My voice squeaked in
a petulant tone.
Leaving the mirror behind, I walked over to the bedroom door, gently
cracked it open and peeked out. I saw what looked to be the bathroom on
my right, and a short hallway that seemed to lead to a living room
area. There didn't seem to be anyone else around thank god, I didn't
want anyone seeing me like this!
I gingerly stepped out into the hallway wearing my gigantic baggy t-
shirt. As I walked my new hair fell in my face once again. "Oh for the
love of fuck!" I squealed as I swung my head back, tossing the hair out
of my face.
I peeked into the bathroom, it was pretty small but standard. There was
a sink with mirror, toilet and a bathtub equipped with a shower curtain
and shower attachment. I stared at the toilet and my hand inadvertently
went to my crotch. "I guess I'll have to learn to pee while sitting
down then... when the time comes." That thought brought the weight of
my situation tumbling back down upon me.
I turned away from the bathroom and slowly creeped down the short
hallway to the living room. I saw a red couch, a coffee table, a small
television, a couple of bookshelves, and a lamp. Nothing too unusual...
except for the fact that everything seemed much larger than normal. Was
that a standard sized couch? My suspicions said yes, which once again
confirmed how tiny my current body was.
I padded across the carpeted living room floor and noticed an open
kitchen area just off to the left, so I headed that way to explore
further.
As I stepped on the linoleum flooring in the kitchen, a shiver ran from
my tiny feet all the way up the back of my spine. I looked down at my
feet under the kitchen lighting, noticing that my toes were painted the
same shade of pink as my fingernails. Jesus, It was like being stuck in
the body of a cutesy little doll!
I tip toe'd into the kitchen area, which was also pretty standard, if
not a bit small. There was a double sink, a stove, dishwasher,
refrigerator and, sitting on the counter was an Alexa III.
I walked over and perused the Alexa. It seemed to be in working order,
but this was such old tech. Marcella, on the other hand, was a top of
the line integrated A.I. concierge. Compared to her, this thing was an
antiquated piece of junk.
I leaned in closer to the archaic device. "Alexa, what is our current
location?" I chirped, seeing if it was able to take commands.
The light on the Alexa blinked, then blurted out an answer to my query.
"We are on the corner of Maxwell and Pine, Harbor City West, Washington
State."
Shit! The answer shocked me. I was on the other side of the country and
I hadn't even realized it!
I leaned even closer to the Alexa and rubbed my baby smooth chin.
"Alexa, how much would a robo-cab cost, to get from here to 600
Riverside, East Village New York, New York state?"
Alexa whirred as she calculated, then replied. "It would cost 2,520
credits to travel from here to New York state via robo-cab."
Well, shit... that sounded expensive. "Alexa, how many credits do I
have in my account?" I locked my small hands onto the edge of the
counter and awaited Alexa's reply nervously.
"You have 125 credits in your account currently, and 75 credits pending
payment from The Cathouse inc," The response was delivered robotically,
in a totally nonchalant tone.
"One hundred and twenty five credits! Shit!" I slapped my tiny hands
down on the counter in a huff. "Well fuck me... I guess I'm not going
to be getting a cab home tonight... fuck!" It was odd hearing a string
of curses coming from Zoe's sweet little voice, but I was so frustrated
by my complete lack of options here.
Well, it looked like I was stuck here for tonight. Maybe tomorrow Zoe
would sober up and be more reasonable... I hoped so anyway. Zoe... or
the new Tom I should say... was my only possible avenue to escape this
wee sexpot prison I was currently trapped in.
I gave up on the Alexa and turned towards the fridge. I wasn't really
hungry, but I thought some food might settle the tempest of butterflies
that currently fluttered inside my stomach. As I grabbed the handle to
the refrigerator, I quickly noticed that just one of my tiny arms
didn't have enough torque to open it. "Grrrrr... shit!" I slapped my
other hand onto the handle and tugged the fridge door open, releasing a
draft of icy cool air that made my nipples perk up and my legs shiver
once again.
I crossed my arms over the pair pert breasts housed under my overly
large Metallica t-shirt and grimaced as I looked into the fridge. It
was almost completely barren... two small bottled waters, some celery,
some spreadable cheese and three bottles of lemonade vodka cooler. "You
need some damn groceries Zoe," I complained aloud.
I snatched up a vodka cooler, swung the fridge door shut and made my
way to the living room still shivering.
After shuffling around the coffee table, I plopped my cute new ass down
on the couch, taking a moment to pull my thong out of the crevice of my
ass once again. I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and
wrapped it around myself, then took a few moments to struggle with the
twist off cap of the vodka cooler.
Taking a nice sized swig from the bottle felt very relaxing. I needed
to chill out and take stock of the situation. Ok... I was trapped in
the petite body of a sex cam model... on the other side of the
country... with barely any credits to my name.
I took a deep breath. I was Zoe... and I might be stuck as Zoe for a
while... at least until I could get access to my old accounts... and
then maybe I could pay some back-alley hacker to try and reverse this
mess.
I pondered Zoe's attitude next. She had been drunk and belligerent in
my body. She seemed to enjoy being Thomas Wilson, the big rich man...
the boss! I hoped her impression of the situation would change when she
sobered up, or I was fucked... royally fucked!
I took another swig of the cheap vodka cooler and yipped a command to
Alexa. "Alexa, turn on the television and open HBO Max!" I heard
Alexa's little whirr as she computed a response.
"I cannot perform that function Zoe, my system is not connected to your
television or other external devices," Alexa chirped robotically.
I groaned and fished around the couch cushions for a remote control.
Good lord, this girl lived in the stone age, she didn't even have voice
commands set up for her entertainment system.
After a bit of couch spelunking, I found a cheap looking remote and hit
the power button. The television blinked on and revealed a menu of
channel subscriptions... but no HBO max. "Figures... that's my luck," I
grumbled cutely as I picked through the available selections.
After browsing for twenty to thirty minutes, I yawned, tossed the
remote onto the coffee table and took another swig of vodka cooler.
There was nothing on television, so I put my feet up on the coffee
table and sat there for a moment, wiggling my tiny toes by the light of
the television.
I was in a whispy mental haze when a buzzing sound came from the corner
of the coffee table, knocking me out of my daydream. It was Zoe's cell
phone... I hadn't noticed it there in the dim light of the living room!
I quickly scrambled across the coffee table and snatched it up. Maybe
Zoe was calling me from my home phone? Had she perhaps sobered up? Did
she find a way to reverse this shit-show?
As I grabbed the phone I could see that it was locked, so I tried to
use use thumb print login... it worked! Her phone opened up and I
noticed the display time, it was 3:17am. I hadn't taken the time
difference into account, no wonder I felt so tired while browsing those
shitty television shows.
The phone said I had a new message from Jake. Who the fuck was Jake?
As I opened the message I saw a picture of a thick erect cock displayed
in its full glory.
"Oh for fuck's sake..." I groaned.
Obviously Jake was a close acquaintance of Zoe's. I stared at the dick
pic while my free hand unconsciously fell to my smooth crotch, feeling
the silky fabric of the thong panties I was wearing. "Way to trigger my
penis envy Jake!" I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
Then, another message from Jake arrived:
Jake: Hey Zoe, you up?
I took a moment to ponder whether I should reply or not. I have to say,
being so deep undercover in someone else's life was a bit of a thrill.
At the moment, no one in the world would even realize that I wasn't
Zoe... except for the new Tom that is.
I sat back on the couch and pulled the blanket around my tiny little
body once again. "What the hell," I grinned as I began to type.
Zoe: Yup, I'm up! What's up?
It was less than eloquent, but I anxiously awaited a reply as I curled
up in the corner of the couch.
Jake: What are you wearing?
Ok, this was not an unexpected reply from a horny guy, so I rolled with
it.
Zoe: Black thong, Metallica shirt...
Zoe: ... a smile :)
Ok, now I was flirting... this might be fun.
Jake: My old Metallica shirt :)
Jake: You wearing your collar?
This shocked me a bit. Why the hell did he care if I was wearing the
collar? Was it just a kink? I typed a response cautiously.
Zoe: Yeah... why do you ask?
I saw the little bubbles blinking as Jake typed. I awaited his reply
slightly perplexed.
Jake: CollarCom/Vibe2
I raised an eyebrow in confusion... then a sudden wave of erotic
vibration came from my pussy, as if someone was holding a vibrating toy
up against my little clit... I couldn't control myself, I just leaned
back and moaned softly. The sensation overtook me so completely that I
nearly dropped my phone!
As I slowly recovered from the micro-orgasm, my wide eyes and my mouth
agape, two more messages popped up.
Jake: You like?
Jake: Want more?
Holy shit! Zoe had given this Jake guy remote access to her VR
interface collar! This guy could play me like a violin right now, and I
had no way to take this fucking collar off.
I held the phone in both hands and typed frantically, hoping a new wave
of pleasure didn't attack me before I'd managed to regroup. I finished
the message and quickly hit send.
Zoe: Jake honey it felt nice but I am super tired and not feeling well
so can we chat tomorrow I need bed
I watched the screen and waited nervously, then a response finally
came.
Jake: Ok angel... sleep tight, I'll call you tomorrow
Jake: Kiss
I breathed a sigh of relief and hastily typed a reply.
Zoe: Kiss!
I quickly turned the phone off and tossed it on the coffee table,
hoping that it would disconnect Jake's ability to activate this damn
collar.
I sat there, pulling at the collar, stewing in the realization that I
was currently inextricably trapped in the body of a cute little sex
doll... complete with remote control! "Ughhhh... fuck!"
I pulled the big blanket closer around me in an attempt to hide from my
fear, and after a short while, my exhausted mind was lulled into a deep
sleep by the flickering light of the television.
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