Stage presence

The producer, Barry, barrelled into the break room. "We've got a problem - you three come with me now."

You'd already finished setting up the stage for Bong-cha's show, but you turned to your colleagues and shrugged before following Barry to the meeting room. Inside was a Korean man you'd seen around for the past couple of days. You'd assumed it was Bong-cha's manager.

"Will any of these do?" asked Barry. 

The man held his phone up to each of your teammates faces. "Not this one. And not this one." He did the same to you, and smiled as a blue light passed over your eyes. "This one will work fine."

"Alright, clear off you two," Barry said, hustling your crew out. "You stay put. Sit over there."

The Korean man came and sat next to you. "Bong-cha won't be coming today, so we need you to take over." You couldn't possibly do that. Bong-cha was an international superstar, having crossed over from K-pop to the western mainstream. She was famously energetic and playful, and a notable beauty. You were... you.

"Bong-cha is really the fifth Bong-cha. We make a new her when we need a replacement."

"No way!" You went to storm out, but the man held you in place with a hand on your chest.

"There's only you here. Help me hold him down." Barry came over and gripped your shoulders. The other man produced a collar and swiftly clamped it around your neck. A million invisible filaments invaded your skin.

There was stillness. Your body narrowed, arms, legs, torso and neck thinning out, compressing. Your hair grew long and straight, and your chin became a perfect, subtle point. You could feel your face screw up, twist around and smooth out, and when you went to touch it with elegant, manicured fingers there was no stubble to be found.

Gorgeous slender legs were now visible under your cargo shorts, and your shoes almost fell off, revealing dainty feet. In the core of your body, you felt a quake. Something was happening inside you.

Your flaccid penis dribbled out a load of semen, and pulled back with your scrotum into your body. In their place, a tunnel that led to your new womb. Perfectly sculpted breasts, small, perky and delightfully fake, emerged from inside you. You were all woman now.

"Get her dressed," barked Barry. You turned to look at the other man - it was Heung-san, your father! You hadn't recognised him before! Just knowing he was with you gave you a surge of confidence.

"Get cleaned up and put on your stage clothes, Bong-cho," Daddy instructed in Korean. "You have to be quick."

"Right away, daddy!" Slipping into your sexy underwear, slinky skirt, tight sweater and dance shoes, you filled with confidence. Your dance moves for the show played over in your mind - you must have practiced a thousand times! 

Striding onto the wings of the stage, you waited as the compere introduced you to huge applause. "Here direct from Seoul, with her global smash hit 'New Girl', welcome the sensational Bong-cha!"

Barry and Heung-san watched as you strutted with your perfect legs, hitting soaring high notes with your reshaped vocal cords, bouncing your titties for the audience with every sexy move. "It seemed to work well," mused Barry.

"He was a good match to the system. If we're lucky he'll last... perhaps... eighteen months? The last one burned out after seven, just collapsed in the street this morning. I'll get the company to send out another collar, we'll be ready for when it happens again."