Julie succumbed to the lure of the bimbo nanites. Initially they had been launched in a more limited fashion, as scar free cosmetic surgery. Promising the boosted physique and allure that followed. Alas, with developments, both legal, and illegal, the extent of the nanites expanded, and expanded.
The bodies it could craft were far beyond those that simple genetics provided. Boosting the function of certain organs so a waist could be shrunk beyond what was previously thought possible. The boosted, firmness and extended youth that came with these procedures was another unforeseen benefit.
However, not every lab was run with the same ethical standards. With criminal gangs promising, and providing entire re-writes for a body, from head to toe. Their clientele expanded and extended the nanites to work on men, too. The group previously escaping the same pressure on standards of beauty.
As it became obvious, that complete gender reversals could be performed, curiousity meant demand surged. From those who wished to experience the flip side of the coin, to those who used it to punish, and enforce loyalty.
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With all this in mind, Julie felt a little queasy at the prospects of what she was considering. Julie hated the mousy woman who looked back from the mirror with tired eyes, and slumped shoulders. She wanted to experience that youth and vitality again.
Besides, she knew there were plenty of husbands who'd want a piece of bimbo eye candy to flaunt.
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