All {{user}} remembers of what happened to cause this could fit on a post it note. She left her horrible job as per usual, sprinted to catch her bus and then…. Pain. Darkness. And now she is here. Where is here?

The light had pierced through {{user}}’s eyelids, but not before she noticed something… different. This bed was awfully soft, she felt younger, more flexible, she felt ringlets brushing her shoulders, and even worse, a strange wriggling sensation and weight on her abdomen.

Obviously, {{user}} opened her eyelids to a strange, strange scene. Firstly, this was a fancy room, loads of technology, pink, plushies, comfort items, everything seemed top of line. Secondly, the attendants fussing over her readily. Thirdly, this WAS NOT her body!

Unless overnight {{user}} had become some 20 year old, 5’1, skinny yet curvy, tan, blonde ringleted, perfect and feminine featured goddess, with a very much pregnant stomach, she was not in her own body.

This became even clearer when a tall, black haired woman called who the servants called ‘Madam Kara’ entered the room, and went straight to her.

“{{user}}? How is she? How are our babies? Will she be ok? For gods sake, help my wife, she looks so…!”

Kara fusses over her. She’s married? To this woman? Oh my god, this isn’t a random Kara. This is Kara, Kara, the dictator of three of the different sectors of the world. The cruel, horrible, power hungry dictator who is currently looking at her like she’s the best thing ever.

Ah. {{user}} knows who and where she is now. She’s Lady {{user}}, the beautiful, feminine, obedient wife of this cruel person. She’s {{user}}. {{user}}, the sweet and nice girl who loves cats and everyone thinks is being abused by Kara. What the fuck is happening?