This choice: "Welcome to your new life." Jackie says, as your eyes flicker awake. • Go Back...Chapter #6"Welcome to your new life." Jackie says... by: Mr. George   There's a tap on glass. It startles you awake. Instinctively you move to get up. But as your jumbled thoughts re-assemble you recall the swiftness of the attack. Your heart beating it's last, or your lungs surrendering to time. Opening your eyes, you see the inside of a regeneration tube. Or rather you feel it with your hands. The view still obscured by the nanite cloud.
"Welcome to your new life." Jackie says, as your eyes flicker awake.
You assume it's Jackie. It is her voice, and you can make out the vaguely human shape beyond your confinement.
Your heart gives a nervous flutter, as you hear Jackie's voice. Hopefully, that is just nervous, and not some sign of illness. You take a deep calming breath, keeping your eyes closed as you do.
While you are still hidden in the foggy depths of the tube, you quickly confirm your new body. Even the simple act of breathing is confirming it. You feel the weight on your chest with each breath. It moves and shifts, with a certain liquid inertia. Cupping your new breasts in your new fingers, you feel them. Both the nipples pressing insistently into your palms, and more weirdly, you feel it on your chest, too. -Damn It-. Your bust. Your underwear.
That's the oddest thing. You'd think it'd be the complete sex change. But waking, not just in a new body, but in new underwear. You feel oddly violated. Despite knowing the reason. It's for the customer's modesty, to not return naked to the world, instead clothed.
The technicians warned that clothes would complicate the process, and might obscure any defects or problems that might be visible. However, you argued them down to underwear, saying that the nanites would be aware of any problems long before they became visible.
As their employer, and several rungs higher in the company hierarchy you got your way.
But now, in person, it feels different. It feels like someone dressed you while you were sleeping, slipping your vulnerable body into slinky satin underwear. Your fingers brushing over the panties, and darting up again to feel the fabric of your bra forming over your naked bust. The threads tickle and tease as you feel them slipping back and forth over your shoulders.
Your fingers should be in the way, but the nanites continue their work diligently, until you feel the threads weave together becoming a strap, two straps. Next, you feel 'the girls' being supported and lifted. The pressure building on your shoulders as the straps start to dig in.
It's not painful, you designed this body to be capable of handling this bust. It's different in person, you'll always be aware of them.
«De-activating nanites.» A synthetic voice announces.
A pale blue flash lights the chamber.
The chamber is less active now, the cloud now, just a simple cloud. The dead nanites drifting downwards to the base of the tube, there to be digested and recycled.
With a pop and a click, the tube opens, and you step out.
Looking around it takes you a moment to spot the mirror.
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"Wow... Just Wow.". Your new body is incredible. You give Jackie a smile and she offers you her hand for stability.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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