Change to 1st person.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was Jon Taylor, aged 32. I've had no girlfriends, no future and a terrible life so far. This would be the last day. My best friend Lena had secretly built the TF Centre in order to help people like me. So, I decided to fulfil my fantasy once and for all. I would split into 8 young women.
I walked into the lobby and passed the receptionist. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. I made my way directly to Lena's office. Without even looking, she spoke.
"Ready?" I smiled hopefully.
"Yes." She turned to me with her hands behind her back. I was taken to a room, laid down on a bed, and a needle was jabbed into my arm. Everything went blank.
When I came to, I seemed to be looking from 8 different places. I moved an arm, and 8 arms moved together. Lena approached one set and pressed a button. At that point, I was only in one body. I sat up, in shock.
"What happened?" I asked, in my newly feminine voice.
"You've been split into 8 women! Each of you is permanently 20, and I've managed to place you all in a permanently rich situation. Your default body is this one, although you can also take partial control of any of the others, but they can override you. It can really wear down both your and their mental states to have total control, because you have distinct personalities." She then held up a mirror. I had a modest breast and butt size, just as I always wanted, and my hair was in a ponytail which reached my mid-back, but was part loose at the front. Not only that, it was blue!
"Huh?" I was only wearing a hospital gown, and I checked between my legs. Not only did I now have a vagina instead of a penis, but my pubic hair was blue, too! In fact, all of my body hair was blue! Lena pressed another button, and several screens fell. Looking around, I saw that the other 7 were in rooms as well, and they were triangular and arranged almost like a sliced pizza with a lift in the middle. I saw that the others were distinctly coloured too. There was one with red, one with orange, one yellow, one bright green, one cyan blue, one purple and one pink.
"You've been split into Ruby, Oralie, Yvonne, Gina, Brooke, Crystal, Violet and Patricia. You, specifically, are Brooke. See what I did there with the names?"
I did, and chuckled a bit. This voice would take a little getting used to.
"Anyway, you are the princesses of an island country called Saint Maria. Its climate is freakishly varied, so that there are tropical beaches, rainforest, snowy regions, taigas and grassy fields, all at the same time!" She pulled a switch, and we were in a room in a mansion.
"You live here now! I've programmed some personality and voice distinctions to your sisters. Crystal and Patricia are the perkier ones, Violet is the serious one, Ruby and Oralie are the feisty ones and Yvonne is the gentle one. You, Brooke, are still you."
"I'm always on the phone if you ever need me. Have fun!"