This choice: Jim is remade as a foreign exchange student. • Go Back...Chapter #5Jim is remade as a foreign exchange student. by: Mr. George   The change stole away her consciousness, keeping her calm as she drifted through the transition to her new body. Jim woke feeling someone dressing her. Eyes snapping wide, he was shocked by the sight he saw. There was a woman pulling the waist of her pants tight, and giving her a smaller waist than he could remember. But worse, a large part of the view was hidden beyond the swell of her bust.
Snuffling and snorting her way back to fully conscious. She could also feel the underwear. The lacy trim of her panties, but worse was the constriction of her chest. The band around the middle and the straps at her shoulders. That and feeling the need for the damned uncomfortable item, as she did fill the cups of that particular torture device.
As the woman stepped back, and nodded to Jim that she'd finished. "You're curvy." she observed. Jim's stomach clenched, she'd said it with a tinge of jealousy in her voice, as if envying her... her curves.
"I'm... J... J... Uh... oof..." Her words failing her, dying unexpectedly in her throat. She was a stuttering, stammering idiot, seconds away from drooling."
"Don't" she advises, reaching a hand out to comfort hers. "Your previous name is locked away." She nodded in sympathy as if she'd been in this situation.
With a tip of her head, she directed Jim's attention to a sealed envelope.
"That'll be your new ID, and back story. They'll want you to memorise it."
Picking it up, he felt the cards though it, knowing that would be a driving licence, a bank card, and a few others to ensure she could pass in this world as the newest creation.
Dizzy from the change emotionally, physically and intellectually. She still wanted to see how she looked. Spotting a mirror, she wobbled to her feet. Leaning on the other woman for extra support.
"The nanites aren't an exact science." she said. Her tone suggesting that Jim prepare himself for a shock. "Not an exact science?" she asked.
"Well, they're coded with a target body, but the resources available, your old body might provide different nutrients to work with, and as a former man, you had a lot of nutrients to feed them.
Unfamiliar with her body, Jim wasn't sure whether she was jiggly or not. It all felt incredibly alien.
Shifting her grip, and standing on her own she took in her reflection.
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"Jesus... I'm massive." Jim almost shrieked. "I... I mean, these are massive... and that too." She grasped at her bust with startled hands. Sinking deeply into that supple flesh. Twisting her waist she revealed a sumptuous rump for comparison.
"Is... Is this a joke?" she asked. Hoping against hope this was some obscure kind of scientific prank.
The tight shake of her head, and the look of fear on the womans face told Jim it absolutely wasn't.
With the more intimate changes over, and Jim's outburst alerting everyone she was awake. Officer Olsen and Professor Yamato re-entered dismissing their assistant.
Hands curling into fists, she wanted to beat the pair up, to throttle them for this humiliation. But, their arrival was another shock. She had to look up to the pair now. She'd lost a foot or so in height, she scowled to her bust and butt knowing precisely where that height had gone.
"I suggest you accept your new body, and learn your role." Officer Olsen advised, waving to the envelope getting crushed in one tiny, impotent fist.
"You do get to be a student." The professor reminded her.
"This was your demand." Officer Olsen taking more delight in her discomfort.
"But, you can see your daughter..." his tone suggesting keeping a distance and not talking. "Besides a campus is full of people meeting for the first time, and re-inventing themselves." His words spoken to Jim, but seeming to be for Officer Olsen too.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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