Light Modification

Stacy was kneeling, her body frozen as if sculpted from marble. The white t-shirt clung to her breasts, accentuating their curves, while the gray panties dug into her skin, leaving marks on her ass. Her gaze was fixed on the void, but behind this stillness was a storm of thoughts. She could feel everything. Every touch of air against her skin, every sound from the room. Her mind was working, analyzing, remembering, trying to understand how she ended up here. But her body wouldn’t obey. She just stood there, feeling the cold of the floor and the weight of her breasts.

Two women stood nearby. Margot Luthor, in a beautiful long dress with her head held high and a cold stare, and Anna, in a white medical coat and gloves, wearing a faint smile that seemed both friendly and ominous. Margot cleared her throat, adjusting a strand of hair.

— I still don’t understand why you brought me here, — she began, her voice sounding irritated. — And what does my… ex-husband have to do with this? And who the hell is this slut standing here? — She cast a glance at Stacy, but the latter didn’t even blink.

Anna laughed, her laughter slightly cold, but still carrying a strange touch of kindness. She crossed her arms and looked at Stacy, as if admiring the result of her work.

— You clearly still don’t get it, do you? — Anna said, her voice becoming more mysterious. — But don’t worry, Margot. You’ll see for yourself. Everything important is already here, in front of you.

Margot furrowed her brow, pursed her lips, and her gaze fixed on the motionless figure on her knees. Stacy remained utterly silent, her eyes expressing nothing but emptiness, which made Margot uneasy.

— This can’t be serious, — Margot muttered, unable to believe what she was seeing. — She’s just standing there, and that’s it? You dragged me here for this?

Anna smiled calmly and took a step forward, directing her gaze at Stacy as if she were her work of art.

— I just wanted to show off the result, — Anna stared at Stacy, then turned to Margot. — You wanted revenge on your husband, right? Well, here it is, the result of your request. You can take her and do whatever you want with her.

Margot frowned.

— Have you lost your mind? I expected something normal, not… this woman! I like men, not some sluts. We were talking about something serious. Where… well, you get it.

Anna laughed again, but this time her laughter was less friendly.

— Well, technically, you’re right, she is a woman now, — she said, — she has fully developed female organs, even the ability to bear children. But she used to be Jacob. That same Jacob, your ex-husband. So…

— What… — Margot whispered, her gaze locking onto the girl’s hand, more precisely, the tattoo on it, which unmistakably matched the one Jacob had. The same snake pattern she remembered so well from when they were together, and now it was on the body of this woman who stood before her, with her head slightly bent, motionless. Thoughts raced through Margot’s mind in an instant, but none of them could fit into reality.

— No... — Margot whispered, trying to comprehend what was happening. Inside her, panic was starting to rise, but she couldn’t believe it was true. — This is impossible. You’re saying... this is him? Jacob?

Anna smiled, her face calm, as though she was expecting this reaction. She took a step forward and nodded calmly, almost approvingly.

— Yes, this is Jacob. The same millionaire you hated so much. You didn’t expect this, did you? But now you can do whatever you want with him. She’s Stacy now. Her new body, her new form, everything you loved and hated about your husband is now in your control. And he’s alive, just as you asked.

Margot took a step closer and crouched down, her hand reaching for Stacy's face. The skin was soft, smooth, like a child’s — so much so that Margot felt a slight pang of envy. Stacy didn’t move; she was alive, but at the same time, she was like a doll, incapable of independent movement. When Margot’s fingers brushed against her nipples, Stacy, feeling the touch, suddenly let out a soft moan. It was a weak sound, more of a rustle than a moan, but it was enough to awaken something strange in Margot. She felt Stacy’s body react to the touch, how her delicate, soft nipples tightened under her t-shirt. Margot felt them and touched them gently, unsure why, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, that this was her husband, that this was the giant who used to stand almost two meters tall.

— Stacy, you can speak now, — Anna said with a smile, a light, positive tone in her voice, as though she was savoring this moment.

— Aaaahhhhhh — Stacy gasped as soon as she felt the control over her head and face return. Her lips trembled, her eyes slowly focusing on Margot, who quickly recoiled and stared at the girl in shock.

— Margot... — Stacy’s voice was soft, hoarse, as if she hadn’t spoken in a long time. Her lips trembled, and her eyes finally focused, locking onto her ex-wife. A mix of fear, humiliation, and... something else, something Margot couldn’t immediately identify, was in her gaze. — Margot, it’s... it’s me...

— Margot froze, her hand still hanging in the air, as if she was afraid to touch again. Her heart was pounding wildly, and thoughts kept swirling in her head, thoughts she couldn’t fit into a logical sequence. It was Jacob. Her husband. The very man who had once been her rock, and then became her enemy. And now he... she? Stacy? Margot couldn’t figure out what she felt. Anger? Pity? Disgust? Or... something else?

— Are you... are you really Jacob? — Margot finally asked, her voice trembling, but there was more than just uncertainty in it. There was a strange hope. She wanted this to be untrue. She wanted Anna to just be playing with her. But the tattoo on the arm, the face, the voice... it was all too real.

Stacy slowly nodded, her movements stiff, as if every one of them was taking tremendous effort. She still couldn’t move below the neck, but her head and face seemed to be coming back to life.

— Yes... it’s me, — she whispered, and there was pain in her voice. — Margot, you... you fucking bitch!

Margot stared at her, her mind refusing to accept the reality. She remembered Jacob — strong, confident, sometimes cruel. And now, in front of her... no, kneeling on the ground... this woman. Stacy. Her body was perfect, feminine, but in her eyes, Margot saw the same strength that had once been Jacob’s. Only now, it was broken.

— Stacy, get on your feet and call Margot only Mistress, — Anna commanded.

Margot froze when she heard Anna’s command. Her eyes widened in surprise as Stacy, like a puppet, began to slowly rise from her knees. The movements were smooth, yet mechanical, as if every one of them was controlled from the outside. Stacy stood up, her body straightened, but her gaze remained just as resentful and angry.

— Mistress, you fucking cunt! — Stacy spat out angrily, looking at Margot.

Margot recoiled as though she’d been struck. Stacy’s lips, twisted in a grimace of hatred, trembled, and in her eyes, Margot saw the same fire she remembered from Jacob during their fierce arguments. But now that gaze was trapped in a fragile feminine face, framed by disheveled hair that smelled of vanilla. The paradox — the tenderness of her appearance and the fury in her soul — made Margot freeze.

— Stacy, watch your tongue! Be polite with Mistress and smile! Actually, it’s better if you tell us who you are.

Stacy froze for a moment, as though an internal battle between her old self and the new program had reached its peak. Her lips trembled, and her eyes darted between Margot and Anna, as if looking for an escape from this trap. But then, as though an invisible force took control, her face changed. Her lips stretched into an unnatural smile, and her eyes, full of rage, turned somewhere to the side.

— I... I’m Stacy Slut, — she began, her voice sounding mechanical, like a memorized phrase. — I... belong to Mistress Margot. I was created to serve and... bring pleasure. — Her words were cold, devoid of emotion, but there was an underlying deep internal struggle. She hated every word she said, but she couldn’t stop herself. — I was... Jacob. But now I’m Stacy... I don’t like this... I... I don’t like... I like being a woman... — Her voice cracked, and for a moment, it seemed like she was on the verge of breaking, but then the smile returned, even more unnatural than before.

Anna giggled, stepping closer to Margot and placing her hand on her shoulder, as if showing that the process was complete. She enjoyed watching Stacy, the former Jacob, being forced to say words she would never have said under any other circumstances.

Margot, standing in confusion and unable to believe what was happening, just gritted her teeth and looked at the girl in front of her. Even in this state, Stacy was still a part of the man she had once loved and hated at the same time.

— You... you can’t be Jacob! I don’t believe this... you’re just some whore who—

Margot didn’t finish her sentence, because at that moment, probably triggered by the word “whore,” Stacy lunged forward, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings. Her body moved with unnatural smoothness, but at the same time, with terrifying precision. Stacy was in front of Margot in an instant, her face still twisted into that same unnatural smile, but her eyes showed fury that she couldn’t hide.

— Your whore is ready, Mistress! Tell her what to do, and she will serve! — Stacy said with an expression of almost fanatical devotion. Her body trembled, but her gaze remained piercing, full of both hatred and helplessness.

Margot stepped back sharply and looked at Anna, who stood there, her smile evident.

— Code 152, — she whispered, and Stacy immediately stopped, slowly, calmly dropping back to her knees.

Margot stood, unable to believe her eyes, and everything inside her clenched. It was like she turned to stone, her mind unable to accept what was happening before her. Stacy, the girl who had once been her husband, Jacob, was now not just a woman. She was essentially her property now.

Anna continued to watch her, satisfaction written all over her face.

— Are you still in shock? — she asked, her voice soft, but with an unmistakable dominant tone. — Just like you asked. He’s alive and humiliated. And you can take your revenge on him however you want. Stacy is still inside Jacob, but with some modifications. And, as I said from the start, you can take her and do whatever you want with her.

Margot swallowed, looking at Stacy, and then took a deep breath. Her hand gently and gracefully touched a lock of hair, and a slight half-smile appeared on her face.

— Well then... Stacy, get up... Let’s go home.