The Victim?

 

Mischievous delight sparkled in the new girl's eyes as she presented her plump new posterior for inspection.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all" the pale thin man mused taking the opportunity to cop a feel before continuing "but I think you'll need a few more treatments before you're absolutely perfect."

She giggled at his use of the well worn euphemism. She knew perfectly well what he meant by "treatment". What amused her was the fact he continued to employ it when he could have simply demanded they fuck.

Oh well, having once been a man she knew better than most how fragile the male ego could be. If her lover insisted on continuing to play the part of mad scientist with her as his helplesss victim she wasn't going to ruin things by laughing at him. Besides, he was a surprisingly good lay for a guy that had resorted kidnapping and transformation just to get some action.

No doubt she could do better now she had this body but for now she was content to keep entertaing his little fantasy.  At least until she was sure there was no risk her ever changing back.