To get you all up to date:
I used to be Roger, now I'm Ellie.
No, I'm not a transwoman, I died and my soul was sent back, but it got put into Ellie's body.
I was never supposed to be Ellie.
It was a fuck up of the highest order.
My soul and another's got switched by mistake and we ended up in the wrong bodies.
To make matters worse, I've undergone a physical change and I'm now futanari.
So now I need to deal with the consequences of that heavenly error and all the extreme weirdness that follows...
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Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck!
This is not good.
"You know I can read your mind, right, Ellie? Tsk. How soon we forget," Piper said.
My shoulders slumped and I fell back into bed, pulling the covers over my head.
Screaming, I said, "Leave me the fuck alone!"
Piper pulled back the covers, fully exposing my nakedness to her, and she said, "Stop being an infant. We can do this the hard way or the harder way. Either way, you're stuck with me, so you might as well grow a pair... oh wait, you did...
ahem
. So you might as well accept that this is happening. Because it IS happening. As I said, this is how it's going to go with you and me, so listen closely futa girl because I'm only going to say this once: your ass is mine. I am here to make sure you do not fuck up anything else and I'm also here to protect you. Angela did her duty and got your magic under control, but because of your uniqueness, you've attracted the attention some rather unsavory folk. You're a one-of-a-kind being. Period. There are some very powerful beings who seek out such things as you."
I was stunned to silence, but I guess the look on my face said it all.
"Ah, it's sinking in. I guess that excessive cumming didn't destroy all of your brain cells. Yes, you are now among the hunted. As long as I am around, you're safe."
"H-h-hunted?"
"Hm. Yes, you don't know any of that. It's been so long since I've dealt with anyone on the terrestrial plane, I've forgotten I need to dumb it down for you. Truly one-of-a-kind beings, like yourself, are sought out. I know Angela told you that no one like you has ever existed before. When she said that, she wasn't exaggerating. Of the quadrillions upon quadrillions of souls in this universe, you are the only futanari."
"Y-yeah, she said that, b-but I thought she just said that for effect."
Laughing softly, Piper said, "No, young one, she did not. You have much to learn about how things work and about how dangerous things have now become for you."
"Wait! What about mom, dad, Becca, Joy... my friends?!?!?"
"Oh yes. Them. Well I am the one tethered to you now, so I have ways to keep them safe."
Handing me a pen that looked like a quill and a piece of paper that looked like ancient parchment (where the fuck did those come from?), she said, "Write their full names down on here. Once done, they'll be tethered to me as well and just as protected as you."
I took them and said, "Um, ok. What do I use for ink?"
"Ah. That. Hand me the quill please."
I did so and with one swift motion she stabbed me in my neck!
"OW!! FUCK!!! What the hell, bitch?"
"Tsk. Manners. The blood binds them to me as I am to you. Here. Take it. And stop your whining, your wound is already healed."
I rubbed my neck and she wasn't lying. But, fuck, that hurt! I took the quill and did as she asked. Ellie's memories flowed in and I recollected everyone's full names and wrote them down. When I finished, I saw them disappear as if they were absorbed into the paper. Piper took the paper and pressed in on her chest and it melted into her.
"There. Done. Mm, your blood is definitely very rich with magic. I may end up enjoying this assignment after all."
"So now what?"
"Now? Nothing. I did what I came to do. Ta."
Poof. Gone. Red sheen gone.
"Wait!!!! Hey!! What the FUCK?!?"
Holy fucking shit! Just what kind of fucked up life am I living now?? I was a Goddamn accountant last week!!!!! AAaargh!!!
I fell back on to my bed again, grabbed the sheets again, pulled them over my head again.
"Why me? Why? Whyyyyyy???"
I got no answers to that question. It fucking figures. Then I heard knocking at my door and someone enter my room.
"Punkin, you all right? I thought I heard you yelling at someone."
I flopped the sheets off of me and looked at dad, saying, "No, not talking to anyone. I had a bad dream is all."