This choice: "...Jill, it's me, Bridger." • Go Back...Chapter #9"...Jill, it's me, Bridger." by: Mr. George   "Jill, it's me, I'm Bridger."
She sounded sultry and sensual, even as she looked in horror at her transformed body. "Christ!"
"Inspector!" Crisper said, heading into the room. "Wait!" she cried out, seeing the chaos and destruction. Officer Bridger had obviously flailed about as he'd transformed into her. Before toppling onto the bed.
There was a faint glassy crack and crunch, and the look from Officer Crisper's face told her, he knew he'd just messed up. The tiny glass vial was revealed as he pulled his foot away. His eyes silently begging for reassurance that he was going to be fine. The hope that it couldn't have penetrated his skin.
However, nanites don't just work with flesh, as his boots transformed, they forced his ankle to bend. Driving it awkwardly upwards. Forcing the officer adopt a pointed toe stance. He wasn't used to wearing heels, and he too toppled onto the same bed.
Batting at the transformation with rising panic, he tried to swat the nanites to stop their relentless advance. They ate through his trousers as they climbed revealing smooth supple flesh in its wake. As he took in the effect, Officer Crisper saw they'd spread to his hand. It must've been tingling, as he watched aghast as it changed in front of his face. Fingers getting slimmer, more feminine.
As the nanites reached his waist, it was clear Crisper was as feminine as Officer Bridger. She gasped as it rose to cover her whole torso, until it was shifting. She was gasping and moaning, the changes to her lungs hidden but the effort of breathing was clear.
What wasn't hidden, was the surging breasts that rose and rose. She felt them first, merely confirming they were as real as they looked. Then as panic gripped her, she tried pushing them back. Instead, her hands just sank into the soft, supple flesh of her breasts. Clearly hoping to reverse the changes by forcing her swelling bust, back into flat male pecs. It was a futile gesture, and as that realisation dawned, she sobbed and abandoned her efforts.
Jill jammed her hand into the door frame, stopping Craig from entering.
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The two former officers were in shock, as they took in their own and each other's bodies in turn.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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