This choice: "Interesting choice." Doctor Hilton, smirked... actually smirked! • Go Back...Chapter #5"Interesting choice." Doctor Hilton, smirked! by: Mr. George   "So, you want to fit in." He asked, "Or simply afraid of being too busty?"
The jab, wasn't harsh enough to bait you to answer. If you're only going to be offered women, you refuse to be eye-catching. Licking your lips, you give him an insincere answer, "I find more than a handful a waste."
It's the turn of the two agents to smile, "That's not what your profile indicates." One of them miming a massive bust, with cupped hands.
"Oh, and easy too." The other agrees, "Where did Cindi, and Sherri work?"
You did take advantage of your position running the strip club. But, Hey! That's one of the perks, surely they didn't expect you not to... or, and you shudder to want to find yourself in one of those slutty bodies yourself.
"Besides." The doctor assures you, "I'm sure you'll find them plenty large enough, once they're yours to carry about."
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Taking a longer glance, you realise she is bigger than you initially thought. The squirming ache intensified in your middle, as you looked at her features. She looks rather niave, and you don't want to project that too much. Suspecting things will be unsettling enough just from being in a different body.
The doctor selects the relevant phial, draws the nanite solution into a needle. Even as you're overcome with buyers' remorse, he stabs the needle home, as you try to ask for another choice. As soon as the plunger is pressed, you can imagine the nanites flowing into your bloodstream, reworking your body.
Around the injection site, there's no need for your imagination. Already a circle of softer flesh is spreading wider and wider. Dizziness whirls as the nanites reach your brain, their progress on your arm now a band of a different tone, less hairy, less defined. You sit, not realising at some point you'd stood up.
Closing your eyes, you fight off the dizziness, taking a couple of deep breaths, you steady yourself. Reopening your eyes, you now discover your right arm is slender and feminine from shoulder to finger tips. Turning your hand back and forth, you flex your slim fingers. Hypnotised as they move at your command.
Glancing to your other hand, it remains unchanged. Glowering at your right arm, you feel like it's betrayed you.
You shudder as you sit there. Momentarily choking, and struggling to breath. It passes quickly, but the reason why is clear. The changes have reached your chest.... your new bust, forming, as your lungs change beneath the surface. Your scalp prickles, as you feel new growth erupting. A new head of hair racing outwards, cascading down your shoulders.
The room turns grey, and spins away from you, twisting into a smaller and smaller dot, and you faint from this world.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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