Harvey shook as he entered the lottery building. His number was up, and so he had to attend. The outcome wasn't certain, but the risk was visceral. He'd admired the gorgeous women the lottery had created... now he might be joining their ranks. A shudder ran down his spine, the results were instant, and the conversion too. The logic being to prevent suffering, but it was beyond terrifying.
The box sat on an isolated table in the middle of the room. Fabric around the top opening, stopped anyone looking inside for a sneaky look. Everybody tried, it was impossible not to, but a second opening lay beneath the first, even tighter. The elastic seal around the wrist allowing no light to escape.
"Put your hand into the box." The voice coming from an overhead speaker, jerked Harvey from his distraction. He plunged his hand inside. The fingers feeling the balls but refusing to close around any of them.
It felt limp and unresponsive, releasing a slow breath, he wrapped one in his massive hand. Trying to will it to be blue, to allow him onward with his career as a fitness coach.
Ripping his hand back upwards, he could see the colour between his fingers. Clenching his grip even tighter, he tried to crush it in his hand, to erase that glimpse of pink from his retina.
- - - - -
However, he'd made his draw, at the far side of the room, a nurse emerged. A needle in her hand, filled, and ready for use. She gave him a sorrowful shake of the head, and a stern look not to attempt to flee.
Harvey wanted to run away, but he was frozen in place, incapable of escaping his doom.
With only a cursory protest, the needle slid beneath his skin, and the contents were injected into his veins.
They spread through his whole body, multiplying, and warming his flesh internally.
"You're going to be a woman." The nurse blankly told him. Expressionless, this was a job she performed multiple times a day, it was only significant to Harvey.
"You still have time to choose your fate, as the nanites spread they're in a state of flux. Only once they reach a critical mass will they start to convert your body. If you pass through one of the portals, they'll flash your choice onto their brains with an EM wave."
She paused, "If you choose not to choose, they'll default to their base programming."
"B-Base programming?" Harvey stammered.
An uncomfortable look crossing her face, before she mimed a bust swelling terrifyingly large, repeating the same for hips and ass. She gave a rictus grin, the consequences were ...
Harvey's stomach rebelled, and he threw up.
The nurse gestured to the four arches in front of him.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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