Aaron paced impatiently, as he waited for the results. Afraid they would be as obvious as she suspected. The pacing was therapeutic, a nervous habit he'd always indulged. But, this time he couldn't deny the difference. She'd felt the extra width in her hips. She'd felt the ripple from her rump as she'd walked. But worst of all, was the sloshing of her bust. It was just so distracting, and she didn't want to consider what that teasing friction meant to her body. She didn't like how much she liked that sensation.
On one level it meant the altered virus had worked. Humanity was saved. On the other hand, as a woman it set her life of a very different track for the rest of her fertile life! As Aaron he'd never considered sacrificing anything for his career. Now as.... a woman, that might be needed.
Aaron paused in her pacing. As she realised, she'd need a new name. Eve would doubtless be popular, she thought with a groan. Olivia appealed for some reason, so she christened herself. A reflection in a window showed that despite her smothering male clothes, there was no disguising the voluptuous appeal of her body.
The results came back from the lab, and he snatched them from the nurse's hands. It confirmed everything he'd suspect, they were sisters. The altered virus had done the least work to convert them to women. The genetic markers showed they were siblings... sisters.
Their junk DNA allowing more variance than he could've expected. Olivia turned to see her father had woken, the dressing gown now hanging rather differently on his altered body. She too, couldn't deny the obvious extremity of her new body. She was blessed!
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