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Feeling the prick he cried out, "No!", losing his inhibitions, and consciousness. He babbled and protested as darkness swirled around his vision. His sight drained of colour, closed in around him. Distantly, he heard voices. His own and the AI of the booth still chatting away.
The words flowed freely, but Devin couldn't focus on them, just knowing he was being interrogated. With the drugs in his system, he knew he was telling the truth, as he answered. He tried to clamp his mouth closed, but it was impossible. He couldn't control his hands to cover his mouth, or even his jaw. It just kept moving, he just kept talking. Hell! He couldn't even force his eyes to open.
«Preference accepted.»
He could tell the AI had finished its questions. A second prick stole away even that disconnected awareness.
- - - - -
Groggily he struggled back to consciousness. Dread filling his sluggish bones and muscles. He could tell the changes were complete. There was an alien mobility to his chest when he breathed that spoke of him now possessing a bust. An absence that spoke to a deeper pain. His bones ached, and he knew his hips had been widened. Groaning, he heard an unfamiliar feminine moan reach his ears.... his own. It was too soft to belong to man. The AI had carried out it's fractured programming, and transformed him into a woman. Devin's eyes felt crusted shut, unable to open. The faint sensations that crept back was his fingers and toes waking. Giving them a tentative wiggle. He knew it was inevitable that he was heading back to the waking world.
«Don't strain yourself, ma'am.»
The AI advised, groaning and cursing the strain was too much, and even that sense of awareness faded. His dreams were tortured and filled with nightmares of his fantasy woman, and as his jumbled thoughts struggled into coherence, and recent events penetrated, Devin jerked awake with a horrified shriek of outrage!
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