Published: Mar 26, 2024
My one-hundred and eighth caption, this time featuring a buxom bodyswap in space.
An unfortunate Rear Admiral is forced to switch places with an incompetent, but higher-ranking female Admiral due to nepotism. Unfortunately, the new Vice Admiral isn't thrilled with this new "assignment"…
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This was easily the dumbest assignment I could have ever been given. I was previously the respectable, talented Rear Admiral Lyon before all of this, in command of the highly-decorated Fifth Fleet of the Colonial Navy. I had spent over seven years fighting pirates and Secessionist forces along the Outer Rim, serving with honor and distinction, only to be passed over for a proper promotion recently in favor of the younger (and dumb) Rear Admiral Hirari. It was clear from the get-go that this hadn’t been done because of her skill, especially after she lost several of her ships in the Seventh Fleet last month, but because she was the daughter of one of the Admirals and had what some would describe as a… “morale-boosting figure”, often used in recruitment ads.
Despite my anger at her undeserved promotion, I kept my mouth shut. I knew nothing would come of it, knowing how deeply the nepotism went, so I quietly resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to climb any higher in my career. At least, that’s what I thought before the newly-promoted Vice Admiral Hirari botched the recent invasion of a Secessionist planet, causing her to be recalled to the Colonial Authority FLEETCOM back on Mars. For some reason, I had been called there as well, away from my flagship Turia, while in the middle of a renewed deployment against Secessionist forces. At first I thought the Admiralty had finally realized how much of a stupid mistake they had made, promoting a tactically braindead bimbo like herself to Vice Admiral, but when I arrived I quickly learned the Admiralty had other ideas in mind. Apparently, instead of simply demoting her and promoting me in her place, they instead planned to use some kind of “mind transference” machine to “swap” our minds around, putting my mind in her brain and vice versa. They wanted her in a low-risk position, MY position, while I would assume her role and use my tactical mindset to salvage her ruined reputation.
Of course I objected to this insane idea, not at all interested in the idea of becoming a woman, let alone one with tits bigger than her head who had just botched a major military operation. They wanted my ability to lead, but not me. It was quite insulting to hear after all the time I had sunk into the Fifth Fleet over the years, proving my worth through sheer efficiency. Though I had no respect for Hirari, I appreciated that she also thought this was insane and didn’t want to go through with it either, her father Admiral Hirari not listening to any of her own protests either. Even so, the Admirals weren’t going to take no for an answer, and quickly had both of us restrained and sedated for the “mind transference” procedure taking place that same day.
Hours later, I woke up by myself to the sight of two large breasts hanging off my chest, barely constrained by the customized version of the dress uniform she was known for wearing around everywhere. Seeing I was awake, the doctors quickly informed the Admiralty. Admiral Hirari was the one who arrived to talk to me, giving me a long list of rules and orders I was to obey to a T. I was to maintain her appearances, both physically and in the media, while working her reputation back up. After running some projections (and assuming I didn’t make any mistakes at all), they predicted it would take somewhere between two to three YEARS before her reputation was solid enough to consider swapping us back to our proper, original bodies. I yelled at the old man for a minute, making every single one of my thoughts known to him before I finished, leaving him with a dissatisfied look on his face.
He added that if I got the job done, there’d be a proper promotion to Vice Admiral waiting for me. It seemed more like some kind of tactic to shut me up more than anything else, but I was in no condition to call him out more than I had. I knew I had to bite the bullet and accept my new “assignment.”
Thus, I had been forced to assume the role and identity of Vice Admiral Hirari, the buxom daughter of an Admiral, while “she” was forced to command my Fifth Fleet, which was quickly redeployed against pirate activity, far away from the Secessionists. As I had predicted, none of my new subordinates took me or my position seriously, especially after that botched invasion. For the first few weeks, I spent more time acclimatizing to her body than doing any actual commanding. I was especially thankful for the zero-g therapy chambers on the Seventh Fleet flagship, the Lamia. After six months, I had finally begun to claw back some respect, successfully helping spearhead the retaking of a border world from the Secessionists. Even though I had managed to somewhat improve my situation, I was still rather angry at how I had been treated back at FLEETCOM. My loyalty to them and the rest of the Colonial Navy had faltered quite a bit, and it wasn’t helped when one of my best Captains was outed as a Secessionist sympathizer. He was a decent tactician… and good-looking man if my altered biological impulses, still quite primal in nature, were still to be believed. Instead of having him executed, I instead cleared his name of any wrongdoing, while venting my diminished loyalties to him following a long, passionate night in my private quarters together. Though it had been odd indulging in this body’s base instincts, something the Admiral had obviously forbidden, it felt so damn good that I didn’t care.
Using my influence as a Vice Admiral (and as the “daughter” of an Admiral), I slowly began shifting resources around while connecting with other sympathetic ship Captains in the Seventh Fleet. Our engagements against the Secessionists slowed as I deliberately began avoiding larger battles, both to preserve my own numbers and those of the Secessionists. Eventually, after two years, I had successfully consolidated enough power around myself and my loyal Captains that we formally withdrew from the Seventh Fleet, broadcasting a pre-recorded message of myself encouraging others who were sick of the corruption and draconian methods used by Colonial Authority to defect. I told them we weren’t going to stand for it, and that it was time for us to properly unify and give the Secessionists a proper chance at earning their independence, now and forever in the future.
The message I had recorded and broadcast across the entirety of Colonial space had been highly successful, causing many other ships in the other Fleets to desert and join our new ranks. Due to the public consciousness around “myself”, there was even a massive shift in civilian support towards the Secessionists, given the daughter of one of the Admirals was the one who had gone out and done this. I knew I had sealed my fate and that there was no chance at ever returning to my old self, but after meeting my dear Captain that day, now promoted to Rear Admiral at my own order, I had no desire to go back. I wanted a future for the both of us, one where we could live a peaceful life in the Outer Rim on a nice tropical planet. That was the dream.
The massive loss of ships and resources to the Colonial Navy following our defection hurt them badly enough that they had to withdraw from most systems around Sol, leaving those worlds wide open for control. After another year of protracted fighting, we finally forced the Colonial Authority to the negotiation table, brokering a reluctant peace treaty as they finally acknowledged the sovereignty of the Secessionists. We became known as the Union of Outer Systems after that point, and years removed from that day, we had stayed strong. I was happy to enjoy retirement, living on that nice tropical planet with our three children. In the end, that “dumb” assignment had changed my life in more ways than I could possibly imagine…