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"You'll be back in a week, assuming you don't break any of our laws." The officer warns you. A shrug of her shoulders, "Otherwise, you'll serve your sentence before you return, and in the body you wore to commit the crime."
Your mouth moves, silently, unsettled by the idea of being stuck there, stuck as a woman. Uncertain how to protest, or deny any criminal intent, you simply look like a landed fish, wide-eyed and open mouthed.
A cloud of nanites swirl in front of you both. Opaque, and filling the full width, you both know that once you enter it, you'll leave quite... quite different.
Brandon takes your your hand, looking towards you with a fixed, uncomfortable grin on his face.
"Is there anyway to affect how we'll come out?" Brandon asks. "I've a bet with my friend, I'll be the bustier of the two of us."
The security guard smirks, "Be careful what you wish for... You might just get it."
Pulling you towards it. The mist seems to part at the last moment before engulfing you both. The air oddly cooler than you expected, and dry. Brandon's hand drift off your wrist as the nanites go to work. Needing you separate to work on rewriting your entire body from scratch.
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