Aunt hellen/ tg tf body swap

You will never forget that last night in the private hospital suite. While your aunts, uncles, and cousins squabbled out in the hallway over how to divide Aunt Helena's assets before she had even closed her eyes, you were the only one sitting by her bedside in the dim light, holding her hand. Helena, exhausted yet possessing the implacable sharpness that defined her entire career, looked you in the eye and whispered: "They are a pack of parasites... I won't leave them a single cent. You are the only one who truly cared for me, but if I leave you everything in a standard will, they will destroy you in court. To protect you and my empire, you have to become me." ​That very night, you agreed to the secret biometric transfer protocol. Remembering Helena's final words is the last thing that crosses your mind as the effects of the anesthesia finally wear off. ​You open your eyes slowly on the velvet sofa inside the mansion’s master study. The rich scents of freshly ground coffee, mahogany wood, and her signature jasmine perfume fill your senses. As you attempt to sit up, you feel a strange lightness in your frame and the unfamiliar shift in your hips. You look down at your hands: they are slender, with perfectly manicured burgundy nails and a massive diamond ring on your ring finger. ​Stepping off the couch with a slight stumble as you adjust your balance to designer high heels, you approach the floor-to-ceiling mirror. ​The transformation is absolute. Your former appearance has been completely erased. ​Reflected back is Helena in all her glory: a 37-year-old woman of stunning elegance, a sleek figure, and an undeniable aura of power. You are wearing a tailored designer suit that hugs your new curves. When you let out a soft gasp of disbelief, the sound that escapes your throat is a smooth, feminine, and commanding voice. ​In that exact moment, the double doors to the study open. Her executive assistant steps inside holding a leather portfolio under her arm, looking at you with complete deference. ​—Ms. Helena, pardon the interruption... —the assistant says, without a single doubt as to who you are.— Your entire family has gathered downstairs in the main hall demanding to see the attorney for the reading of the will. They believe you passed away last night. Would you like me to head down and address them, or should security have them escorted off the property?