**Chapter 1: The Accident**

I lay down on the machine, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I, Charlie, a trans man, was about to undergo a crucial test before my bottom surgery. The doctor had explained that this machine was designed to help with the procedure, and I had been assured that it was safe. As I settled in, I noticed a strange spiral pattern on the ceiling. It seemed to be spinning, drawing me in with its hypnotic rhythm. The machine whirred to life, and I felt a slight buzzing in my body. The doctor's voice was calm and reassuring as he explained the procedure, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The spiral pattern seemed to be growing larger, filling my vision. And then, everything went dark. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, as if weighted down by an invisible force. I tried to speak, but my voice was trapped in my throat. The machine hummed louder, and I felt a strange sensation wash over me, like a wave of warmth spreading through my body. When I finally came to, I felt... different. The machine was silent now, and the doctor was standing over me, a look of concern on his face. "Charlie, can you hear me?" he asked. I tried to respond, but my voice was barely a whisper. I nodded, and the doctor smiled. "Good, good. Just relax for a moment. We'll get you out of here soon." But as I looked down at my body, I realized that something was very wrong. I felt... changed. My mind was foggy, and I couldn't quite focus. I tried to remember what had happened, but my memories seemed distant, as if shrouded in a thick mist. The doctor's voice was soothing, but it seemed to be coming from far away. I tried to respond, but all that came out was a weak nod. I felt a sense of unease growing inside me, but it was quickly replaced by a strange, buzzing excitement. As I looked up at the doctor, I saw him in a new light. He seemed... powerful. In control. And I felt a sudden, overwhelming desire to please him. To serve him. But I pushed that thought away, trying to hold on to my sense of self. I was Charlie, a trans man who had been struggling with dysphoria for years. I was about to undergo surgery to finally feel at home in my body. But as I looked down at myself again, I realized that I was no longer sure who I was. Or what I wanted. The machine, the spiral pattern, it had all seemed so... hypnotic. And now, I was trapped in a body that felt foreign, yet strangely, disturbingly familiar. I tried to resist, to hold on to my memories of being Charlie, but they were slipping away, replaced by a constant, gnawing sense of desire. The doctor's voice was still soothing, still reassuring, but I could sense a new tone underneath. A tone of ownership. Of possession. And I knew, in that moment, that I was in trouble. That I had been changed, transformed in some fundamental way. But I had no idea what I had become, or what lay ahead.