This choice: Decide you don't trust Brandon enough for that and pick your own transformation. • Go Back...Chapter #6Decide you don't trust Brandon enough for t... by: Mr. George   You hiss loudly as you weigh up Brandon's suggestion. But you end up shaking your head. He accepts with a shrug, as if to say he had to ask.
Chuckling, he adds, "Hey, at least make yourself cute. I want you to be my wife.", he smiles, "You are the more timid between us..."
You go to answer, but find you don't have an answer. The idea of designing your own body almost as intimidating as trusting Brandon to show restraint. A curious sensation tickles the back of your brain, as you consider it. If you're going to be a woman... be all the woman you can be. You take it as consent to make yourself as girly as plausible.
Blowing him a kiss, "I don't want an ugly .. an ugly partner either." you warn him.
Heading to your separate nanite chambers, you hear Brandon cough. "Don't go overboard, rumours are the punishment for this is they lock your body."
Your mouth flaps but no words come out, as you try to ask if he's joking or serious. But the door closes behind him before you make a sound. Heading through your own door, you see the nanite chamber like an upright coffin. Ready to entomb your masculinity, a screen inside available for you to work on your female form. A label on the door invites you to strip naked. You follow instructions, with your hands trembling as you take off your clothes.
As you approach, it open automatically, invitingly. You find it hard to step inside, your legs refusing to obey. But you manage it stumbling only slightly over the low sill. Touching the screen, it scans your fingerprints, and lights up. The door closes silently behind you, with only the sound of the seal alerting you.
Brandon's words still echo in your mind, you'll be the wife. A female model slowly rotates on the screen, you imagine the target body. It's quite small and unhelpful. Beside the figure, a range of sliders are provided to adjust the model to suit. Experimentally, you tap the first control, and the image becomes bustier. As you reach to reset the control, you remember the promise to Brandon... Soon to be Brandi. You hope she'll be blonde, and curvy too. If you can't design her body, you can at least christen her in that body. A twinge of regret, at not even giving her any suggestions or preference, has a smirk twitch briefly across your face.
It takes you only a few minutes to adjust your body. The doubts increasing the longer you work on it. The regrets and concerns make adjusting the controls even more difficult, and before things get any worse. You stab the button at the bottom of the screen to 'Initiate Change'.
Snow white gas descend into the chamber, obscuring your vision. Blinking you try to focus on the screen, but your vision refuses to clear. The nanites burn your throat as you try not to breathe them. You feel your chest warm, and the heat spread throughout your body. Distantly, painlessly you hear more than feel yourself slump to the base of the chamber, and then you lose consciousness.
- - - - -
It feels like only moments later, that you wake to a blinding light. You can feel yourself lying on your back. Squinting you try to open your eyes again. You know the procedure has worked, as you take a slow breath. The weight, the mobility of your chest telling you that you are now female. Covering your eyes against the overhead light, you feel the brush of eyelashes against the palm of your hand. Looking past your cute nose, you see what seems like a canyon of cleavage. You allow you head to rest on the pillow. It's a new view... well, a new perspective certainly.
Perhaps, all women feel their either too big or too small.
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You feel the new sensation of long hair, and the chill of the room too. It feels more intense, more focused on your chest.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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