I kick out with my new legs, they're strong muscled tone giving me good momentum to push myself against Brad. The back of my head hitting his face causing him to let go. I scramble forward and nearly fall over unused to the changed in my hips and ass. The weight of them, along with my thick thighs making my first attempt innafectual. Which gave Brad all the time he needed to shove me down face first onto my bedroom floor. My chest and stomach pressed roughly into the bussom of Patricia's bodysuit. Her bodysuit immediately latching on tightly. My eyes opening wide in pain as I can feel my own body crushing my new breasts. Patricia's breasts, Brad's rough angry hands bruising my now feminized arms... bruising Patricia's arms so easily as he puts his weight on me. My body in agony as the bodysuit is pulled in place behind my back. Gripping like hooks to pull itself into place over my back. Even as Brad reaches forward to pull the mask in front of my face. My throat already constricted... barely able to breath as it becomes narrower and daintier. "Ple...ease....", I manage to say in a much higher, but raspier tone.
"Who else is in there! Are you hurting my son!? Was that a girl?!", my mother asks between what I can only assume are kicks at the door.
"I found Patricia! She's in here against her will!" Brad yells with a grin as he shoves my face into the mask. I gasp and shudder as it lurches aggressively onto my own flesh. My lips puffing up, even as his rough push causes my face to strike the floor. I can feel my thicker lip get busted open as my mouth drools Patricia's blood now. My eyes going faint as the scalp pulls itself over my own. Long tresses of her hair falling over my eyes, as Brad sits on top of my swollen ass pulling the zipper up. The sound of my mother's yelling fading and coming back as my ears change. The door is nearly off the hinges by the time I feel the zipper meet my hairline at the top of my neck. My mind blurry and fuzzy. Running In slow motion as aches and pains all over my body. With a sudden spasm throughout my body, my last truly conscious thought is cut off at the sound of the zipper hasp being broken off. An electrical spasm shoots through my body as he leans down to my ear and whispers, "isn't that right Patricia! That creep kidnapped you on your way home and brought you to his house here. You are so glad that your loving boyfriend fought him off aren't you?".
Identity incompatibility....
Place new identity into stasis?
Success, re-asserting memory configuration by external input...
Success.
As my mind recedes, I feel my head nod, "that's right baby, I'm glad my boyfriend found me and fought off that creep", I feel my lips say as I try to get up, the bruises all over my body aching from Brad subduing me. As I feel my body rise, Brad keeps a firm hand on my arm, "your going to tell that creeps mother her son kidnapped you, and your going home with me! You and I need to talk about our relationship Patricia", he adds as he steps over and finally opens the door.
As a woman barges into the room (my mother) I see her look of confusion evident on her face. As I ache to reach out and tell her it's going to be OK, my body starts crying and hugging itself. Heart racing as Brad explains that I had kidnapped Patricia, and was keeping her against her will. Inside I rage furiously at the idea, knowing she was probably running from the jerk, but aloud my new plush lips say, "it's true... he... he.. wanted to do.. wierd things to me".
I gasp aloud inside Patricia's mind wondering why she is going along with Brad's bullshit. Hoping that my mom simply won't buy it. Hoping that for whatever reason Patricia seems to be in control, I can hopefully gain enough influence to get word to my mother. Otherwise... I might be a very long term passenger in the body of the girl I had just covered a shift for.