You lift your head, up and look down, at your body, covered by a sheet. You brush long auburn hair out of your face and pull the covers off. You see a the body of a coed. Covered only by a nightgown, you get a good look at your body. The breasts weren't real, but they were pretty damn close to the real thing. Your legs were shaved and your toenails were painted pink. You sat up and spotted a hand mirror across the room. You get up, and walk over to it, looking at your hands, which have long nails painted pink, same as your toes. You look into the mirror.
"She's pretty cute, wouldn't you say?" a voice asked.
You jumped, dropping the mirror onto the carpeted floor.
"Sorry." the voice said, as you turned to see a woman.
"You must be the agent." you said.
"I am. Janeane Hansen, Special Agent. But you just call me Janeane." she said.
"And I'm, Miles Taylor." you said.
"No you're not. You are now Molly Tyler." Janeane said.
"Right..." you said. "How long have I been out?"
"A week or so. Easier for them to keep you sedated throughout the transformation. It's all reversible, if you so choose at the end of this."
"I'd hoped so."
"Anyway, want to get into some proper clothes or do you want to see your class schedule?"
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