"So you're...me...?" I eyed the person in its skin-tight purple neoprene bodysuit with suspicion. Its must've noticed, given the way I saw it stiffen at my attention. Bile filled my throat. This couldn't be real. None of this could be happening to me.

I was Cody Wexler, nobody shithead loser. I didn't even like transgenders. To say nothing of the freaky-ass shit this "woman" seemed to be into, let alone the goddamn fact that it said I was an ace operator for the Temporal Insurrection.

"This is some fuckin' joke," I growled, advancing on it. That's what it had wanted to be called. Goddamn right. This creature - this maladjusted, woke-brained faggot masquerading as me - would get what was coming to it.

I put a hand on its throat and squeezed, only to realize the mistake I made as it groaned at me.

It stiffened against me, too, and the feeling of it was...

Even as I removed my hand and stepped back, its face continued to have that floaty, blissful look. That was proof enough that it couldn't be me. I'd only even known normal emotions. This was some...perversion. It looked so relaxed, even though it'd just been violated.

"How...?" I uttered. It was all I could think to say in the face of it.

"Whuh...?" It uttered, its brain still fucked by that small touch.

I tried to remember back to a few minutes ago, after it had appeared next to me on my couch. I'd startled, then, demanding to know how it had gotten into my apartment. The door was locked. I always locked the door to my apartment.

"This one know you're scared, Cody, but calm down. This one is Cosima. This one's pronouns are it/its. You can trust this one. This one is you. Well, a 'you' that will exist further on in your - our - own personal timeline."

This had to be a joke. I'd mentioned to Garry how I'd found out that all the trannies were into this fucked up thing called "mechsploitation". When I explained it, he'd blanched and then laughed. Not at them, but at me. "Wanna get your hands on a tranny that bad, huh?" he'd said, the incredulity dripping from his tone. Fuckin' Garry. He never trusted me, even when it came to finding out how best to troll these sickos online. Anger surged in me and I found myself overcome with an urge to destroy this freak.

I'd tried to charge at it, but it was too fast. It parried my blows with an inhuman grace and agility. After I tried for a wild punch, it caught my arm by the wrist and spun me around. I felt my joints pop from the strain as it pushed me up against a wall, its other forearm pressing me into the exposed brickwork.

"This one will release you, provided you promise to behave, Cody Wexler." It pushed me further into the wall to emphasize the word 'behave'. Something in me felt off at it.

"F-Fine!" I couldn't tell you why my voice cracked as I said the word. The moment it released me, though, I'd scrambled away.

"Prove you're me! Tell me something I've never told anyone before."

It smirked. "You had a crush on Nicki Toletteri."

Nicki Toletteri was one of those trannies. Or, she'd become one. They'd gotten to her when she'd gone away to college. Before that she was...she was my best friend. Anger flared in me.

"But that was-- no. I didn't have a fucking crush on that tranny dyke!"

It just shrugged, though I noticed the slightest shiver. "Yeah, girl. Whatever you say. Still not convinced? Fine. In your wallet is a scrap of paper with a hand-drawn picture of a frog. Your niece gave it to you years ago and you kept it ever since."

Nobody knew about that. Nobody, truly. I looked at the person before me's face. If I was honest? Truly, completely honest? It did look like me, but...softer, more feminine.

"So you're...me...?" I noticed Cosima stiffen. It angered me for reasons I didn't understand.

"This is some fuckin' joke" I squeezed its throat. It stiffened against me. It felt...

I pulled away.

"How...?" I uttered. It was all I could think to say in the face of it.

"Whuh...?" It uttered, its brain still fucked by that small touch.

"Cosima, how...does this happen to you?" I called it by its name because I needed to get through to it. Maybe I could change its- my fate?

"Well..." Cosima gave me a sheepish grin. "You're going to ask this one to take you with it."

"What? Why?"

The door to my apartment being blown off its hinges was a pretty good guess. Cosima grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and yanked me down to the floor, hard. A harsh, metallic noise rang out from just above my head. I glanced up to see a kunai - a real, actual kunai - sticking out of the brick. At least, it looked like one? It was blurry and for a moment I'd worried I'd hit my head. Then it vanished with a flash of purple light. Ah. Okay. Some weird scifi shit. Super cool. Great. That was fine.

I hazarded a glance over the couch and saw a dude in a suit of power armor...if power armor glowed with that strange purple light.

"What the fu--"

"Potentiality frame. Stay here." Cosima pushed me down toward the floor and for the first time I registered just how strong it was. I could barely do a set of 10 push-ups, meanwhile this person whom I'd once been - or, would be - pressed me deep into the carpet. The groan that escaped my lips at the rough way it handled me was because...it had to have been...I didn't...

Then its weight shifted off me. I stayed low, but I watched my future self - god, please no - leap over the couch. At least I'd have a nice ass...

Wait, no. There had to be another way to--

That same harsh, metallic noise - as if a baseball bat wrapped in razor-wire had been dragged around the rim of a singing bowl - sounded again. Another kunai buried itself into the couch, the fabric tearing away mere inches from my face.

"Fuck. Forgot that one," Cosima grunted.

"Can I--"

"Run, Cody!" It yelled. Didn't need to tell me twice.

I pushed myself up from where I'd stayed hidden and made a break for it toward the bedroom.

FWTONNNNG! An errant kunai cut off my path toward the bedroom. I hazarded another glance and--

"Garry?!" I'd not see his face clearly before, but Cosima had damaged his potentiality frame - fuckin' scifi bullshit - to the extent that his face was visible. He had Cosima held by its throat, choking the life from it. From my future self.

"I tried to warn you, man. I tried to get you on a different path, but..." His frame glowed and a kunai appeared in his hand. "Now you and the tranny are both gonna have to die!"

"Wait! It's me, Garry!" I pleaded. No. Cosima pleaded.

Garry looked from me, to Cosima, to back to me. Disgust etched itself into every wrinkle of his face. "Unbelievable."

There was a flash of light and the kunai became something else. I didn't have much of a chance to work out what before he launched them at me. They clamped around my wrists before I could even understand what was happening, and then Garry launched another kunai at me. On instinct, I raised my hands to protect myself. The kunai caught the manacles and yanked me back against the wall, pinning me in place with my arms above my head. I was vulnerable. So, so vulnerable. Revulsion at the way Garry regarded me, the way his lecherous gaze trailed over my bound form, assaulted my mind.

Then I noticed the heat in Cosima's gaze. My future self was into me being rendered helpless. That was fucked up. Seriously, what the hell did I go through to make me so...aroused?

"Something really fun," Cosima said. "Well, eventually. At first you really hate it, but then you really get into it." I furrowed my brow. It'd croaked its earlier statement, but now it sounded...unbothered.

"Shut the fuck up," Garry said, the words a vicious snarl. "You have no clue what's--"

"--what's about to befall you," Cosima and Garry said in perfect synchrony. Garry's eyes went wide.

"No. You. I--"

Cosima grabbed at Garry's wrist, yanking it.

"That's right, Gare: fixed events're a bitch. So is this one." Cosima grinned. Then it delivered a painful sounding headbutt. His probability frame cracked as he stumbled backward.

Cosima was on him in the blink of an eye. It battered him with blows again and again as the probability frame surrounding him warped and cracked. For a moment, I felt remorse and sadness for Garry. "Y-you fuckin' troo--" even as my remorse curdled into rage at the slur, Cosima drove a sword into his mouth. I didn't even know why I was angry, I just...I wanted that man dead.

Sure enough, he was. Garry slumped forward, gurgling as blood poured from his bisected throat. The probability frame around him vanished. I felt a flush of arousal course through my body as I took in Cosima's form. It looked radiant in this moment - flushed with exertion, skin dewy - as it drew in a long breath. Then Cosima looked at me. Something like rage flitted over its face before a wry smile settled on its countenance. Cosima sauntered over toward me, eyes lidded.

"Holy shit, that was incredible, you- mfmpf!" My praise died on my lips as Cosima forced her tongue past them, muffling anything I could say. I was kissing a man! No, I was kissing myself and I was...soft? So soft, the way its tongue glided across my own. Oh fuck. This felt good. Worse, I could feel myself responding to its wanton assault.

Seeming to sense this, Cosima's hands pulled down my pants. I wanted to protest, but all I could do was press uselessly into Cosima. Then its hands tore away my shirt, leaving me exposed. I tried to lever my head to break the kiss, but Cosima only deepened it. Fuck, this was bad. I didn't like men, but...but...

But Cosima wasn't a man, right? Not with those tits and that waist. Yeah. She - no, it - wasn't a man. It was something else. Th-that made this not gay. Or, uh...I guess, um...if it wasn't a man and I was going to become it, then, uh...maybe it was? But in a different way?

Lesbians weren't gay gay, right?

As I tried to sort the logic that would best protect my rapidly dematerializing ego from whatever my future self was plotting, I felt a cold liquid slick its way up my back before a searing, pins-and-needles pain overtook it. I gasped and only then did Cosima break the kiss.

"Premium grade faggot you are," Cosima hummed.

"Cos-sima, why? What...?" I choked out, trying to make sense of its betrayal.

Cosima gestured at my body. "Take a look!"

I looked down and saw purple neoprene crawling over my skin. Wherever it touched burnt with that same pain, except...oh god. The pain along my spine had given way and in its place was something hypersensitive. The pain wracking my form and causing me to sway only made the sensitive parts of me feel better. I watched in horror as the material moved faster, slicking up my thighs. Only then did I accept the truth: this was our flesh, and it was making it a thrall to someone else.

And then I saw black as the pain got too bad. I came back to what must've been only moments later, as Cosima's hand grasped my face. The sleek rubber material felt nice.

"Still want proof?" Cosima taunted. "Lesbians are gay, you fucking dyke. And I'm gonna take so much pleasure in getting my fucking revenge on you, asshole."

"Mm...nooooot," I grunted.

Cosima's other hand went between my legs. For a second I was scared that it ha--

"Don't worry, you still have your dick, you insecure bitch. Good thing, too, because this doesn't work if you had a regular cunt."

Regular cunt?

Two of her fingers traced lines up above and behind my balls.

"Not my ass, pleas--"

"Oh, baby. Don't worry. You're not into that. Instead, we get addicted to this."

The spot she found didn't seem to be anything special, but then she pushed against the patches of skin - spaced a few inches apart - and I felt her fingers go...in. They pushed into a pair of tubes that I didn't even know my body had and the sensation was remarkable. I gasped and shuddered, at a loss for words as the hypersensitivity brought on from my suit shorted this one'smy mind.

"They're your inguinal canals, babe. Your cunts. You fingerfucked me so hard when you did this that it rewired my brain. I bet you can feel it starting, huh?"

Shit. Shitshitshit I could. I could feel the thoughts burning into me. The inguinal canals. My cunts. Fucking them like this was so easy and I wanted it. I could feel myself slipping. The hypersensitivity drove the feelings beyond what I could stand and my - no, Cody's - ego, that pure and wretchedly male thing, began to warp and split and splinter.

Cosima pinched Cody's nipples and even that felt amazing as its fingers continued to fuck him.

"You did this to me, you know that? I've waited years to be able to come back and do this."

I pulled back against it, trying to shore up my sense of self, my personhood. I'd slipped, let myself get taken over by howfuckingexquisiteitfelttobenothingbutpleasurenotaperson. No! I had to concentrate. I had to please.

"Pleasecosimastoppp"

"Stop? Why?"

"toogoodicant"

"Oh, yes you can. Know how I know? Because I'm a slut. Say those words."

Fuck. How did I not know? The pleasure roiled through me as my amazing futureself picked up the pace. It slapped me. The pain didn't bring clarity - feltyummy - but the force made me focus on itsfuckablelipsohmygodtheyllbethisonessoon.

"becauseimaslut." The words left my mouth without my permission. I wanted to stop it, but all I could feel was how fucking amazing it was to get my cunts fucked.

"Good girl! Again!"

"bcauseimaslut"

"Faster now, keep going."

"causeimaslut!causeimaslut!causeimaslut!causeimaslut!"

Nocantbetrueicanfightitimcodyimamanimcodybecausebecausebecauseimaslut. What? No! I'm a slut! A slut! Aslutaslutslutslutgettingfcukedbecauseimaslutbecauseimaslutcauseimaslutaslutcauseimaslutwithmycuntsgettingstretchedsogoodamazingcosimaslut!

"You fingered me so thoroughly that it took them years to rebuild my personality into something useful. You...oh, you're already so blissed out you're having trouble processing my w-"

FuckfuckfuckfuckcuntslovewhenitsinmycuntfeelsamazingfingersfucktrannycuntcodyisagoodtrannyslutmycuntsyesyesyespleasureallineedfuckdontneedanythingbutthisfuckmakemecummakemecummakemeCUMUNMAKEMECUMUNMAKEMECUMUNMAKEMEMAKEMEITYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

In its place, a new person didn't form. This one simply felt Cody shatter before his remnants deliquesced. All this one understood was pleasure. Cosimaslut. The words this one remembered hearing next were as though through a dream, hazed over by ecstasy so profound that it overwhelmed a hateful man: "you'll love your new home. This one sure did."

Only then did this one understand: it would follow. It was not a person. It was a vessel, shattered by time and its own past actions. Damned, eternally. Yes. That would be okay. Eventually, this one would heal. This one was proof of its own fragility as much as it was proof of its own resilience. It would be rebuilt. It would be retrofitted.

"Pleasetakethisonewithit."

Cosima kissed this one. This one exploded with pleasure. "I'm sorry we don't get more time. Work to forgive yourself, okay?" This one nodded dumbly. Of course this one would! It'd become such a good...

Wait, what was it that it was going to even do? Eh. It didn't matter. Through a blaze in space and time, this one felt itself wrenched from the trappings of its former life into something better, something greater.

It would serve a higher purpose.

For the Insurrection.