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"I'm... I'm perfectly happy with who I am" Ahen said in a weak voice.
He shouldn't even be talking to her, the moment he realized what was in the dusty, old holocron he'd been asked to catalogue he should have reported it to a Jedi Knight, maybe even a Master!
"You know that's not true, even as you say it, little girl~" But there was something in her voice, even as she laughed at him. Something in the way she called him 'girl'.
"The Jedi have made you a shell of a boy, scooped out the girl inside and made you freeze her in that block of ice they call peace and serenity." She spat the words he'd repeated reverently for as long as he could remember. He hated her, hated himself for not disagreeing with her. The pads of his fingers pressed into the sharp horns crowning his head, the red blood only visible on his crimson skin as a slight darkening of color.
"No!" An invisible grip pulled his hands from his head, and his blood chilled as he realized he was still alone... Whatever piece of the Sith (she'd only identified herself as "Lady") was in the Holocron, it was clearly still enough of her to command the force far more powerfully than he could... "
Your old masters may have taught you to hate your body, but I won't have you damaging it. It's be the same body that girl you will become will inhabit, and I won't let you make her life any more troublesome than it'll already be."
Ahen barked out an empty laugh. "You keep saying that, like it's something that can be done. Like I'm not stuck like THIS!"
The Lady looked at him quizzically, then her gaze hardened. "Damn those stubborn old- you actually believe that!?"
"Yes! Because it's-" "YOU ARE A WIELDER OF THE FORCE!" She cut him off, her voice shaking the dust from the old tomes and holocrons lining the walls. "The power that binds all things together! And you think your own body is a prison!?"
"It's... it's not?" He heard how pathetic his voice sounded, how hopeful... He realized he didn't care, not if she didn't. If she could look past the pathetic boy he was and see the girl he wished he could be, he didn't need to hide...
"Do you want me to show you?"
The invisible hand was back, not on his hands, but at the knots holding his loose, too-big padawan robes closed. Something inside him stirred, something he'd felt when training with some of the female padawans, thought it was almost drowned by a searing envy he couldn't explain, and which he'd buried with that emotion as well.
He looked up at her face, loving in a way his Masters had never been... "Please..."
It was more a sob than a word, but she didn't mind, she didn't fault him for what he was, she saw what he could be...
"Good girl~"
Suddenly the cold, hard tiles of the archive floor were no longer under his knees. He was being lifted up, even as the robes fell from his body and revealed more and more red skin, black ink, and lithe, strong muscles...
He squeezed his eyes shut, he didn't want to see this. Even if she was strong enough to see what he could be past all this, he wasn't...
From the cold air, he could feel as his underclothes were removed, as his body betrayed his failure to suppress his passion.
The contact from the force wasn't the vague pressure of a usual push, he could feel his skin prickle under her nails tracing his tattoos, actually feel warmth as her hands massages his chest, thighs, ass... He moaned loudly, and was shocked how much he... liked the sound!
"Open your eyes, girl~"
He squeezed them tighter, shaking his head."
"Be brave, I wouldn't hurt you, little sprout~"
Another hand, he couldn't even count them now, wiped a stray tear from under his eye as he slowly let his face relax...
"There you are, just a quick peek, it'll be okay~"
He slowly let his right eye open, just a fraction, the distorted silhouette of his body seen through the tears almost looked...
His eyes shot open!
Those were his tattoos! His muscles! His hands and his scars! But the body...
"This is what you can take from the force..." Her voice said, as he stared at his chest, his breasts! His hips had rounded out, his body softening, yet not soft... it was still the body of a lithe, fit padawan, but like that of his practice mates, the girls...
"It is... it is not for us to take from the Force, we should give ourselves to-"
"And how has living like that gone for you!?" Her voice roared, his body shifted in front of him for a moment, back to the old one, his real one... He squeezed his eyes shut, a broken sob wrenched from his lips...
"Oh you poor thing..." Her voice was soft again, full of regret and sadness. "I'm so sorry for what you've had to go through... Open your eyes again, please..."
It felt like it took him an hour to open them, realistically it was a few seconds... The body was back, HER body...
"I'll make you feel good, I'm sorry but the body won't stay until you learn to do it yourself, but you deserve to know what it'll be like~" Stars, it felt like her voice was in his ear...
"What what will be like?" He knew, he just wanted to hear it...
"Passion!"
Her hands were back, grabbing at his breasts, massaging them, making him feel how much more sensitive they'd gotten.
The weightlessness holding him aloft shifted, invisible ropes now lifting him, frogtying his ankles and soft thighs together and keeping his legs spread. He was surprised to see his hard member bobbing in the air, even more so that he didn't mind it.
Then something warm and wet and just as invisible as the ropes and hands sank down over it and it was so much better than just 'not minding it'!
A moan broke from his throat that was a sound unlike any he'd ever made, the Lady giggled in excitement, amused and happy in equal measure for 'her good girl'~
"These are the pleasures of passion, of emotion, of the Dark Side!" She made sure to bottom out the phantom hole at the forbidden words, forcing him to moan, to enjoy them.
"This can be your life! A life of freedom, joy, of Strength!" Ahan's head was throw back, his high moans echoing in the archive, all the heavy doors were shut, the Lady wanted him to have privacy as she helped him find herself...
"You'll escape this place with my holocron, and I will teach you everything you need to become a powerful, attractive apprenctice of a strong Sith Lord who wants a pretty young thing to accept his teachings-" Her hands traced his lips and groped his breasts. "to defile his enemies-" Her cunt tightened on his cock. "And to benefit from his strength!" Something spread his new, rounded ass apart, something thick, and warm and-
Her hips jerked once, twice, then she came. Harder than she imagined anyone ever had, not that she'd know.
The cunt still milking her cock wasn't really there, so she streaked her own red and black skin with white.
The pleasure didn't stop, her Lady's power continuing to draw the orgasm on and on. Until she wasn't screaming in pleasure but moaning, until she wasn't moaning but gasping, until she wasn't gasping but sobbing, until the sobbing wasn't from the pleasure, but from all the years she'd spent forced to live as him.
She wasn't sure when it stopped...
She was lowered back down to the ground, her clothes put back on before his body had a chance to strain her eyes.
When she could again think, she was kneeling in front of the hologram.
"What stands between you and a ship with a hyperdrive?"
"N-now? Here?"
"Yes, quickly."
"Only Arkeen, a Jedi Knight?"
"Do you have a lightsaber?"
"N-no"
"Does he?"
"...yes"
"Do you know what to do?"
"..."
"Do you know what you must do."
The room was silent, but she thought of what the Jedi had tried to make him, what Arkeen and the others were forcing her and all the other padawan to be...
"Yes... My Lady."