"Fine." you say with a deep sigh. "I don't care how I look."
Swiftly taking in the two doctors. "But, I will keep my brains." Smiling to Claire, you don't want to be overheard, "I won't be a bimbo."
Andrew gave a tight-lipped serious nod of agreement. Louder for Claire to hear, "But we suggest, you do accept some feminine mannerisms, as part of your new change."
"Uh-huh..." Claire agrees, "They're fun... It's fun being a girly." She does little excited bunny-hops on the spot. Her chest very mobile, heavy and eye-catching.
"Not if it makes me girly, like that." you mutter through gritted teeth to the scientist. Again, you receive a nod. Taking your arm, as if you were already transformed, he guided you around the lab. Claire was fascinated with a scene outside the window, so you're free to talk.
"It doesn't do that." he assures you, "You can be as big a tomboy as you like, wear jeans and jogging outfits if you prefer. But the serum, will help you walk with wider hips, make you more comfortable with a womans' body."
You nod along, there's nothing you object to. Since you're going to have to be a woman, you might as well have Claire as your slutty, bimbo sister. A companion into this scary future.
Leaning close, he confides a secret. "Claire wasn't drafted." Looking around, he checked she was still fascinated by the man in the nearby park. "Claire was punished. A three strikes and you're a woman case."
"Oh..." you say comprehending.
"Her changes were beyond her control. That's why her IQ has been simplified, and her body made so busty, and submissive."
The tour was short, and as you circled around the lab, you wandered back towards where you could be overheard.
"So, you don't mind being a sister to Claire."
That's not quite what you meant when you said, you didn't care how you looked. But, you give a shrug.
"Yeah... That'll be cute." you answer, for her to hear. More quietly, "Only if I'm a tomboy, and not submissive like her."
A last minute thought occuring, "I don't want to be busty like her either!" you growl the last objection through gritted teeth.
"Yay!" Claire picking up on the parts she liked, "We can be sisters... like twinsies, and share clothes...." she giggled, "and boys... They're yummy too."
Claire's last observation made you queasy, still male, you don't relish finding boys yummy. That unfortunately is part of the deal, part of the draft. Hell, it's the whole point, so you grit your teeth, trying not to grind them, and give her a tight-lipped smile.
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