The borders agent directs you to the left, with all the other male passengers. The rest just walking on chatting are more casual. Entering the next corridor, you feel the tension in the air. It's something you all expected. Hell! You, yourself were indifferent to whichever body you'll get to wear here.
A hologram floats in front of your face, inviting you to stop. Morphing into an arrow, pointing towards one of the doors that lines the corridor. Looking forward and back to the rest of the men, you see a similar icon directing them to their nearest door.
Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your racing pulse, and the sound of blood rushing in your ears. This is crunch time, you aren't terribly surprised that it looks more like a closet, albeit pristine and featureless, the whole ceiling is the light, the floor criss-crossed with holes. That's where the nanites will emerge you tell yourself.
The door closes smoothly behind you, and there's a faint hiss as the seal is made. Any residual chatter falling into absolute, eerie silence.
Your skin starts to crawl, and you feel your body changing. It's unsettling, that you half expected to hear the hiss of pipes opening, or some such. But, your hands look more slender now. Your shoes looser, as your feet grow smaller.
Your clothes hang more baggily on your reducing frame, as your hands appear to retreat into the sleeves. Snatching at your pants, they drop... just an inch. They're stopped, as they reach your wider hips, and already fuller rump.
Struggling for calm, and afraid of fainting you focus on your breathing. It works... but, you it keeps you more aware of your growing bust. The friction of your shirt against your expanding nipples is teasing. The sensation, not unpleasant, but surprisingly erotic.
Your pants start to get tighter again, as you gain your lush feminine thighs, and your ass expands to its final full size. Camille's words haunting you, as you idly caress that new, expansive flesh.
Meanwhile, the straining front of the pants clings so tightly, that your new sex is undeniable. No trace of a bulge remaining to spoil the lines of your tailoring.
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