This choice: On to the transformation • Go Back...Chapter #6On to the transformation. by: Mr. George   You wake in the lab, to find a beaming Doctor Heller looking down on you. Head still pounding, you feel very, very off.
Your whole body is the wrong shape, size, and strength. The foreign hormones flooding through your veins adds to the disconnected feelings you're having.
"It's a complete success..." He looks like he wants praised. Looking down, you see an impressive cleavage. Even if you'd prefer it attached to someone else. Taking a deep breath, you calm your nerves, and sit up. Feeling your bust move is an unsettling sensation, and one you'll definitely have to get used to. They seem to slosh around, with the least movement, as you look around the lab. Planting your hands on the steel table, you turn to slide your legs off the side.
The squeak of protest comes from the friction of your pants against the clammy metal. Hopping down, you realise how petite you are now...
Not a very short woman, but shorter than you were, and shorter than you like. Looking up to the doctor, you can't help but feel he's looking down your top. Feeling the bounce in your titties from the table dismount, you clench your teeth against the groan rising in your throat. The heavier, bounce from your ass adds to the vulnerability. Taking in your scrawny arms, you wish you'd been left with some defences.
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"Okay, Nicole." he sounds more patronising now. "You look like the perfect bait."
You can't help but make it 'jail bait', inside your head. Wishing you'd chosen a form with fewer curves, and allowed yourself some input.
"Do I need to be so curvy?!" You ask in frustration. "And so..." you gesture to your clothes. The top certainly should be more supporting, and less revealing.
He shrugs, as if it's of no consequence. Just making you angrier, seeing your expression he continues.
"As a cheerleader, and a popular student you have to fit into certain attractiveness parameters. Also there's a certain degree of party-girl in your disguise."
His hands shape an hourglass silhouette in the air, before falling limply to his side, as he sees your scowl intensify. A slow, disapproving shake of the head is your reply.
Giving a tight-lipped nod of your head, you move on. "And what does Nicole... do I study?" you ask through gritted teeth.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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