You sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers fidgeting nervously in your lap, as you think about what you've got planned for today. It was virtually impossible to sleep for excitement the preceding week. But now, it felt more real, and scarier. Fears torment you, will it live up to your expectations? Will it change how you see yourself?
People had always dismissed you as too timid. Just another clerk working out his time, not making world changing decisions, not really trusted with any great responsibilities. But the gentle continuous mockery of your colleagues and superiors drove you - NO - Inspired you to this.
A smile crosses your face, as you can imagine their reactions if they knew what you had planned.
There's a smart rap at the door. You are startled, and squash down the scream rising to be heard.
"Sir, It's facilities. I just need to confirm your details." A male voice calls through the door.
Your legs are wobbly as you stand up, it takes two attempts. But you open it, and see a man that looks well-dressed. Tucked under one arm is a tablet.
Waving him into the room, he sets himself up.
"Just a few formalities. In our line of business, we need to verify your identity. So clearly, please state, your name, occupation and desired transformation."
Your cheeks heat suddenly, as you realise you'll have to reveal your fetish to this man. Idly you wonder if it would be easier if the assistant was a woman.
"Nick Prosser, File accountant."
You swallow as your mouth suddenly runs dry.
"Gender change."
"Sorry, a little louder please."
"Gender change."
«Voice Print, and preferences verified.»
"Ah! Mister Prosser... or would you prefer Mrs. or Miss.?" The man asks.
"Er.. Mister Prosser, will help keep me grounded, once I've changed, I think I'll go by Miss." the words tumble out, one over the other.
"Very Well, Mr. Prosser, I'm Eric Van Blitzen, and I'm here to help you most enjoy your time here. You didn't submit a design brief when you booked, but we can design and fabricate your new body in a few minutes."
Turning his back on you, he focuses on his tablet, with a few swipes and clicks, you see a figure pirouette on the screen.
"We can give our guests exactly what they desire. Of course, not everyone is looking for the most extreme experience. But we like to show you what can be achieved.
Tilting the screen you see the figure there.
Extreme is hardly the word.
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"Dear God." you blurt out. "Is she really possible, doesn't she, can't she... I mean ... how..."
Eric calms you with a gesture.
"Yes, we certainly can. No, she doesn't suffer excessive pain. We reinforce her spine, and enhance her musculature to compensate. We can tailor her arousal to your exact specifications. You could play volleyball or dance in this body. Although it might be ... a little easily toppled."
"That's the extreme." your voice again going dry. Dear God, her nipples alone look ... wow... A thought niggles the back of your mind, does he think you're too timid. Is that why he's saying this is extreme? ... Does he mean too extreme for you?
With a swipe, the figure is wiped from the screen.
"We have this base model to build from. Again we can adjust to suit your preferences. But this is a more .. more athletic model."
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To your eyes she still looks rather busty. "It's meant to be a holiday. It's meant to be a change." You tell yourself.
He swipes that one away, too.
The next model, is much slimmer, and petite. The summary at the top of the screen tells you that she's just shy of five feet tall.
"Some guests prefer to experience helplessness. We usually crank up the submissiveness with these ones. Even a little short-sightedness, can make a girl feel vulnerable."
Responding to his voice, the image zooms in on her face. Her expression, filling with uncertainty. Her body language speaking of discomfort with her own body.
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She has a beautiful face, and you almost reach out to stop Eric as he swipes the image away.
"We can set you up, with a strong residual body image, so that you can experience feminine insecurity.. about lack of, lack of development."
His hands forming the traditional cupping gestures, then followed with a light, dismissive shrug.
Eric actually sounded uncomfortable at this point. You feel anger building, is he mocking you?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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