"No, we're not gynoids." another voice assure you from the shadows.
The woman emerging from the shadows has a body every bit as voluptuous as your own. Fear gripped you, as you wanted to retreat, terrified of everyone in your new body. Sensing your fear, she stopped walking closer.
"You're not a gynoid, and neither am I." she said, as calmly as she could. Her voice quaking on the word 'gynoid' herself.
"These are natural bodies, so we have rights, and aren't merely property." she attempts a reassuring smile, but it's too uncertain.
"Who are you? How do you know this? I can't trust you..." the last coming in a wail, verging on hysteria.
"I'm your father." she confesses with a sad shrug, "And I can assure you that I feel as outraged and surprised by this development as you do."
Wanting to believe her, you find yourself nodding, mirroring her nods. As she tries to convince you of her sincerity. Your thoughts race, as inside you're head, you still find these bodies incredibly sexual and provocative.
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