'I'm... Sophie.' you hear a soft female voice answer. After a moment you realize it came from you, but you didn't say that.
The soldier's eyes light up. She looks over her shoulder and shouts. 'Package acquired, I found her!'
Cheers sound in the distance, and you see the powerful valkyrie of a woman charging out of the lingering pink fog. Instinct kicks in and you start trying to run. After a few steps your legs freeze and you fall on your face. Something is trying to move your body, something that isn't you. The conflicting messages to your muscles reduce your movements to uncoordinated spasms.
'Got you!' a loud voice booms behind you and you feel yourself hoisted off the ground. You are spun and you find yourself face to tits with the huge woman who had led the girl warband.
'Sophie, you have no idea the effort we put in to finding you again! Lets get you back to base.' The amazon turns to one of her lieutenants. "Get a collar on her, the male false persona is definitely still in there and fairly strong based on that little escape attempt.' Hey! What did she just call you?
The lieutenant nods. She is a rather striking woman; young, tall, and lean. Her red hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and would come to mid back if let down. Her eyes catch your attention, they are a bold unnatural purple. Unlike most of the regular troops, she is wearing something approaching a military uniform. An urban camouflage jacket is pair with tight fitting leggings in the same camo pattern. A decent sized pouch is strapped to each thigh. The leggings showcase her tight and fit thighs and ass. Black combat boots complete the outfit. Looking closer you see the jacket is complete with rank insignia (Lieutenant) and a name patch that reads 'Marie O'Conner'.
If you weren't totally gay, you imagine she would be considered exceptionally beautiful. This also alarms you, the Girls are hierarchical based on beauty. For such a woman to be assigned to guard you, this 'Sophie' they think you are must be really important.
The redhead pulls a thick strip of rubber from a pocket. Its perhaps an eighth of an inch thick and an inch wide, with silvery metal clips on each end. She puts it around your throat and you feel the ends clip together, the metal latch at the back of your neck. She looks you in the eyes. 'I know you're still in there Man. This collar is paired to a tracker in my pocket. If you go more than 100 feet from me, it will tighten and choke you into unconsciousness. No trying to run away with Sophie's body.'
They march you off into the ruins of Austin, your body feeling alien as your braless tits bounce under your tank top and your wide hips sway with each stride.