Chapter #5girl next door outfit by: Firestorm You look at the clothes. A plain white bra and panties, a long light blue skirt, a light gray long-sleeved shirt, low socks, and white sneakers. A sign on the wall reads: Change into the provided clothes, then the transformation will begin. Leave your current belongings; they will be kept safe.
Without much choice, you get changed. The clothes look far too small for you in addition to being designed for a girl, but they somehow stretch enough to get them on without tearing. The bra is troublesome, especially as you lack breasts for it to hold, but you manage. Once you're dressed, you hear an odd sound, and fall unconscious.
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You wake up lying on a bed in another room, similar to the one you changed in. You sit up, feeling a small weight on your chest and something soft brushing the back of your neck. You look down and see a thin feminine form, fitting the clothes much better. The bras perfectly fits your new breasts, the skirt reaches your ankles, and the clothes look in pristine condition, fitting you perfectly. Looking around, you spot a mirror on the wall and hurry over for a better look.
The person in the mirror is definitely a teenage girl. Slim and lithe, with smooth pale skin and b-cup breasts. A soft, gentle-looking face, with dark blue eyes that appear to shine with intelligence. Straight brown hair, hanging down to reach her breasts in the front and just past her butt in the back.
You're stunned for a moment. "This is...me..." you say aloud, noticing the soft, high sound of your voice.
You don't know how long you stand there staring at your reflection, a couple minutes probably. The door opens and an older man in a lab coat enters. "You're awake. Good," he says. He hands you a folder. "This is your file. Read through it and get familiar with your position. Everything you need is at your home, so when you're ready, just knock on the door and someone will be with you shortly." He then leaves the room.
You sit on the bed and look at the file. Name, Jennifer Hines. Gender, female (obviously). Age, 16. Father, Steven, age 43, attorney. Mother, Diane, age 38, software programmer. Brother, Tim, age 14.
And so on. It goes into more detail after that. The psychological profile describes Jennifer as calm, intelligent, and kind. Somewhat introverted, but open with her friends. She's rather tomboyish, never wearing jewelry, heeled shoes, or makeup or cosmetics of any kind - though she prefers skirts to pants, but doesn't wear skirts that are short or tight. She's a bit of a nerd, and she likes fantasy and sci-fi. She's a straight-A student, just like you were, but no extracurricular activities.
There's a personal history too, mostly keeping to the same theme of an intelligent tomboy with a small circle of close friends. There was a brief stint in the girl scouts when Jennifer was young, but she ultimately decided it wasn't for her. There's a lot, and you're glad you'll be able to reference the file for a while. It's rather overwhelming, having to live as this new identity. 'Well, I did want something different from my old life,' you think. At least, it should be interesting.
Finishing (for now), you do as the man said and knock on the door. Within a minute or two, the door is opened by the same man. "Finished?" he asks, and you nod. "Good," he says. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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