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(Note: There is a lot of mention of different technologies in this story. I have entered them in bold, and there is a glossary at the end of the story to help you through anything you can't figure out through context. I didn't want to spend too much time extrapolating on things that the characters in the story would take for granted) Chapter 1 I stared out the window as the green English countryside swept past. Raindrops glittered on the window, the pale sunlight sparkling. It was a magical day. I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat. I had dreamed of this day for the last eight years. I was on my way to Wentworth Academy for my Sixth Form, finally taking the step towards becoming who I always felt I should be. I smiled at my reflection in the glass, knowing I wouldn't be seeing that face very much longer. I studied my reflection in the mirror. Pale, spotty, and geeky with a horrible flat top haircut that my father had insisted upon, and big, slightly outdated, AR glasses. I leaned back in my seat and lit a cigarette, barely able to contain my excitement. My name is Oliver Forrest. I was born in 2040 in Cambridge. My father works for Kings College, my mother is a veterinarian in Newmarket. I have a big brother, Harvey, who is a barrister, and a sister, Ivy, who is at university in Beijing. I am sixteen years old, as of last week. I was never a big or particularly masculine bloke. Never wanted to be. I knew that from a very young age, actually. The whole family was watching the tele one night and a beautiful NuGirl named Claudia Holstrom (as though you all don't know who Claudia Holstrum is) was a guest on Late Night with Xia Pin Tian on BBC 16 (I still love that show). I was awestruck. Of course I had seen NuGirl before, how can you miss them, they are all over the media. But my little eight year old mind had never processes exactly what it meant to be a NuGirl. That was the night it clicked. Xia made a funny comment about Claudia as a little boy, and then showed a picture of her in football kit. I turned to my parents with the biggest smile on my face I think I'd ever mustered. "That's what I want to be when I grow up," I said, still beaming. My father smiled broadly. "A football player, aye?" I cocked my head at him and frowned petulantly. "No, silly...I want to be like her!" I said, pointing at Claudia Holstrum. My father's face dropped. My mother looked like she was going to faint. My brother and sister died laughing. I crossed my arms and turned back to the tele, enraptured by the sight of Claudia, and the new realization that I could be like her one day. Needless to say, things were a little tense for a while. My parents were nonplussed when they caught me practicing putting on make up in the living room, following a holographic tutorial I found online. My father banned me from using the holo terminal for a week after that. I won't even go into how upset they were when I dragged a bunch of my sister's old clothes out of the attic. I started researching everything I could about NuGirl from that point on. I scanned the web for any information I could (since I was banned from using the augmented reality system in the living room, I had to make due with my desk slate). I even joined the Claudia Holstrum fan club. That was when I found out about Wentworth Academy. Wentworth Academy is the premier Girl's school in England for NuGirls and Ggirls. The school monitors and administers all your nano treatments, and works with the new NuGirl to help acclimate them to their new body, and life, as well as providing a top notch education. I found that more than half the notable NuGirls in film, modeling, and music where graduates of Wentworth Academy (at least for the UK. In America, most come out of LA, and in China there are countless fine schools for NuGirls), including Claudia Holstrum. My parents had tried very hard to discourage me from my chosen course of action, hoping instead that I would follow in the footsteps of my brother and play football, go to university, and one day maybe marry and have children. I was deadset against it. Instead, I practiced my "feminine" graces, minced around the house, and played with dolls. That didn't make my father very happy. After about a week of my girly behavior, attempting to leave the house in girl's clothes and in make up, my parents had finally had enough. That's when we made the deal. If I could put on a good show of being "normal" to the outside world, I could act as girly as I wanted at home. In exchange, I would be able to attend Wentworth Academy for my Sixth Form...If my grades were good enough. Of course, I jumped at the deal. It was hard. I had always been a little fem, in mannerisms. I was far from macho. But, I gave it my best shot. I stayed out of trouble, mainly throwing myself into my school work and clubs at my school. At home, I slept in a pink nighty, and my room looked for all the world like a girls room. All my friends were girls, except for Allen- who had been my best mate since year one. He always new I was girly, so it didn't bother him much. I kept my part of the bargain...mostly. I almost blew it for myself last year. I got caught smoking at school. My parents were very unhappy, since I had not had any Respite treatments (Nano therapy designed to protect you from smoking, disease, and illness in general) yet, and smoking could be very harmful to me. After much pleading, and not a few tears, I got off the hook. I also got to start on Respite a year earlier than my parents had planned (which couldn't have been good on their pocketbook, but dad had good insurance). I still wasn't allowed to smoke at home (even though my parents both did), and they set a smart cloud in my room to insure I didn't try to sneak one while they were away. I took a deep drag on my cigarette then exhaled up towards the ceiling. I watched the smoke dance for a second, before the smart cloud on the train destroyed the smoke. I was nervous. My foot wouldn't stop jiggling. I looked down at my clothes; Jeans, trainers, tee shirt. I would never have to wear any of them again, well, not boys versions anyway. Just the thought made me giddy. Finally, I am on my way to Wentworth Academy. On my way to finally starting my life. I was a little sad that I wouldn't be seeing mum and dad again for a while, at least until Christmas break. I snubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray on the table, then leaned back in my seat and drifted off to sleep. Chapter 2 I woke up just as the train was pulling into the station. I stretched and looked out the window. It was still raining, of course, and people were rushing about on the platform. I stood up and retrieved my bag from the overhead compartment. I slipped into the queue and made my way out the doors. It was cool outside, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. I popped my umbrella and walked towards to station. I glanced over and saw a man in a nice suit, holding a sign that said "Wentworth Academy". I walked over to him. "Is there a bus to the Academy, sir?" I said, putting down my bag. "The shuttle will leave from here in fifteen minutes, mam," he said, smiling. "Mam?" I said with a giggle. "I'm not a mam." "You are attending Wentworth, are you not?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "Yes." "Then...my dear, you are a mam. You just don't look like one yet." I smiled up at him. "Thank you....mister...um." "Wallace," he said, extending his hand. I took his hand and gave it a firm squeeze. He slipped his hand from my grip and twisted his hand so I was holding it in a ladylike fashion, then tipped his hand to me. I giggled. "Sorry." He smiled at me. "It is ok, miss?" "Forrest." I giggled again. I just couldn't help it. There I was, looking like the teenage boy I was and he was calling me miss. "You have a few minutes, Miss Forrest, before we will be leaving for the school." I popped off and used the toilet. It was a strange old station, still had the old fashioned sinks in the toilets, not modern Nano clouds for washing your hands. I stepped out on to the platform and lit a cigarette. I stared down at the lighter my Mum had given me before I left home. It was a Givenchy Diamond, a beautiful lighter that was over fifty years old. I slipped the lighter back in my pocket and leaned against the wall. A girl was talking to Mr. Wallace. She was tall and thin, wearing a pair of hip hugger jeans, trainers, and a Wentworth academy hoody. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a pony tail, and she had a smattering of freckles on her cheeks. I noticed Mr. Wallace looking at me, and then he gestured in my direction. The girl looked over at me, smiled at him, and then started walking towards me. She walked like a catwalk model, toned down of course, but the stalking grace of her walk was impossible to deny. "Hi," she said, smiling. "I'm Becca." Her American accent was a little jarring, and unexpected. I smiled at her. "Hi," I said, nervous as a kitten, "I'm Oliver. You can call me Oli." She smiled at me and shook my hand, taking it in the very lady like way Mr. Wallace had shown me. "You are starting at Wentworth?" I nodded. "Yes. I'm very excited. I can hardly contain myself." I shook my head at her, smiling broadly. "Well..Welcome. I'm finishing up; it's my last year, then off to University," she said her broad white smile dazzling. "I love your accent, by the way...very posh. Love it." I must have seriously blushed, because she started giggling. "Can I get a fag off you?" she said, holding her hands up as if in prayer. "I ran out, and didn't get to stop at the chemist before leaving London." I nodded, pulling the pack out of my pocket and extending it to her. "I didn't think you'd smoke....you look so athletic." Becca giggled. "Bah...That's the beauty Respite, girl. Do whatever the hell you want to your body, and it just repairs itself right away. Wait..," she said, a concerned look on her face. "You are on Respite, aren't you?" I nodded. She looked relived. She held her cigarette up to her lips. I lit it for her. She nodded. "Great lighter." "Thanks," I said, "My mum gave it to me. It's a Givenchy." Mister Wallace gestured for us to come over to him. We picked up our bags and started in his direction. "Ok, girls. Finish the fags and get in the shuttle. We're leaving in three minutes. Doesn't look like any others are coming on this train." We walked towards the parking lot. Becca walked right up to a Mercedes van and leaned against the side of it, taking a deep drag on her cigarette. "It's about a half hour drive to the school, and no smoking in the van." I nodded, finished my cigarette and put it out in an ashtray nearby. She did the same. We climbed into the van and got comfortable. "Are you excited?" she said, smiling at me. "God...I was so excited on my first day I thought I was going to die." Before I tell you the next bit, I want to remind you that I am not stupid. Ok, consider yourself reminded. Then, finally, I realized, that Becca was a NuGirl. Yes, it took me that long. I don't know why, but I figured she was a Ggirls. A very tall Ggirl, but a Ggirl none the less. "Wait....You came to Wentworth as a boy?" I blurted out. I instantly turned red. Becca fell over in a fit of laughter. "Of course...I thought you'd figured that out when you first saw me." I shook my head. "I've wanted to be a NuGirl....like forever...but I've never actually met one in person." She looked completely shocked. "You're taking a piss." "Seriously," I said. "There really aren't any in Cambridge. Well...there may be, but I didn't know them." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Well...You are going to meet a lot of them now. Wentworth is about fifty fifty, NuGirl to Ggirl ratio. It's pretty easy to tell the difference, usually. You get pretty good at it. Most of the NuGirls are taller; though don't let that be your only clue, because it will let you down. Besides, I haven't met a single Ggirl who wouldn't think it's a compliment to be mistaken for a NuGirl...at least not a Wentworth." "Why is that?" I looked at her, puzzled. "Because...NuGirls try so much harder than Ggirls. They are aspiring to be Women; they weren't just born that way. You'll see. You got accepted to a school with some of the most beautiful women in the world, Nu and otherwise." She studied me for a second, and it made me really uncomfortable. "You are going to make a beautiful girl, Oli," she said. I blushed from head to toe. "What?" She smiled again. "Believe me. You have great bone structure, good musculature for it, and a fantastic frame. You will make a lovely woman one day." "You really think so?" I said. My eyes welled up with tears. I had hoped I would be beautiful, though I had no way of being sure. Like Becca said, most NuGirls are utterly gorgeous, though some are just "pretty", and a few who don't take to the process well, are just average. And in a world of disposable beauty, average isn't going to get you very far. Becca leaned in and gave me a huge hug. "Welcome to Wentworth, hon. You are going to love it here." Finally, we pulled up to the school. The campus was gorgeous. The ancient stone buildings were built in the 18th century, turned into a school in the 19th century and it's been a college ever since. We pulled up the drive, past the main house. Behind the main house were the other school buildings, dozens of them. We drove through the campus. I stared out the window, looking at the buildings, and the students. Dozens of girls were walking across the campus, all wearing casual clothes, carrying umbrellas. I couldn't make out much about any of them, except that most were very tall, and all were quite thin. The few faces I actually saw were gorgeous. I was in heaven. We stopped outside a three story, rather modern looking, building. The sign on the front said "Reese Hall", and below it a banner that said, "Welcome New Students." Mr. Wallace turned back to face us. "Would you like me to get your bag, Miss Forrest?" I shook my head. "Thanks, I can get it." I turned to Becca. "Thank you for being so nice to me, Becca," I said, smiling. "It is my pleasure, Oli. Here..," she said, holding out a card. "This is my card. Call me once you get settled in, and if you need anything, ok?" I smiled at her. "Thanks. I will" "Get going, girl. You need to get settled into your dorm room" I nodded, popped my umbrella and made my way up the steps. I glanced back as the van pulled off, delivering Becca to her dorm. The lobby of the dorm was very busy. There were about fifteen or so boys my age, and about ten girls, all milling around the lobby. It was a teen version of a cocktail party, with beer and wine being the hardest beverages served. Interspersed with the new students were some of the older students. They were all wearing their school uniform, tartan skirts, white shirts, blue blazers and ties. All of them wore green tartan skirts, knee length white socks, and saddle shoes. Three of them were quite tall, so I assumed they were NuGirls. Now, it was quite clear exactly what Becca meant when she said the school was full of the most beautiful girls in the world. All of the girls were stunning, and one of them was walking straight towards me. "Hi," she said, her accent spoke of posh London upbringing, "I'm Sera. Welcome to Wentworth...Miss?" "Forrest," I said my voice cracking. "Oliver Forrest." She shook my hand. Her movements were elegant, well practiced, her manners perfect. "Well, Miss Forrest. Can I help you get checked in?" I nodded dumbly. She started walking towards a counter. "Lets get your stuff in your room, and then you can come down, have a drink and meet some of your classmates." She smiled. Her smile was absolutely dazzling. Her face was like porcelain, framed by fiery red hair that was pulled up into two neat pigtails. Her green eyes absolutely sparkled. I will admit, walking next to her made me feel like the biggest dork on the planet. I checked in with my ID, got my room card, and then followed her to the lift. "Where are you from Oliver?" she said, leaning against the lift wall. "Cambridge," I croaked. "Oh, I love Cambridge," she said. "I went their on holiday with my Mum last Christmas....Lovely." I smiled at her, not quite sure what to say. "Can I ask you a question, Oliver?" She said, as the lift doors opened. "Sure," I said, following her into the hallway. "Oliver isn't a very good name for a young lady...have you picked out a new Name yet?" I smiled at her and nodded. "Well, what is it, don't keep me in suspense," she said, laughing. "April," I said, shyly. "April Forrest. I like it...That has a great sound to it. Here we are," she said, gesturing to a door. "Number 69..." She smiled at me wryly. "Could be a good omen, April." I blushed again, then fumbled with my key card. The dorm room was rather small, but nicely furnished. There was a bed, a dresser, and a desk with a terminal. "It's lovely," I said, putting my bag at the end of the bed. "The showers are down the hall," she said, pointing down the hallway. "Communal showers?" I said. "Sort of...there are individual shower stalls, and stuff. It's not bad," she said, her dazzling smile flashing again. "Come on, April...Lets go back down stairs and mingle." I nodded and followed Sera back to the lift. The next couple of hours were a complete blur. I met everyone their, though I was feeling a little shy- as were a lot of the new students- so I didn't talk much. We mainly listened to the older upper sixth students, who were telling us all about the programs and answering questions. I drank a couple of glasses of red wine, on an empty stomach no less, and smoked way too may fags while we talked. Sera kept bumming cigarettes from me, but I didn't mind. I had a carton in my room. Finally, I excused myself and headed up to my room to get some sleep. My first visit to the communal bathroom didn't make me very happy, reminding me far too much of the toilets in my school in Cambridge. Finally, I climbed into bed. Still a little numb from the alcohol. I checked my terminal, and found that my schedule was already entered. Unfortunately for me, I was way too tired (and ok...drunk) to care. I set the alarm and crawled into bed. Chapter 3 I woke with a start. The alarm had been going off for a few minutes already. It was still dark outside, though the sky was starting to lighten. My head didn't hurt, the Respite had already taken care of the damage done by the alcohol, but I did have a horrible taste in my mouth. I got up and padded down the hallway to the toilets. I was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt, with socks. I walked into the bathroom, almost scaring to death a poor boy who was brushing his teeth at the sink. The boy was wearing a short black baby doll nighty, and house shoes. His hair was already sort of long, so he didn't look absolutely ridiculous. Though he did look really embarrassed. "I'm sorry," I said, stepping up to the sink "I didn't mean to frighten you." He smiled at me. "Its ok...I'm not used to people seeing me dressed like this...always got in trouble for it at home," he said with a laugh. "I'm frank...." he shook his head. "I'm Lena." We shook hands. "April. Nice to meet you." We brushed our teeth in silence, and then I went to the toilet. I didn't feel like taking a shower this morning, plus I had to get ready for orientation. The girls had said it was an incredibly busy day. "See you at Orientation," I said cheerfully. Lena smiled at me as I walked out. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed, in khaki pants, a white polo and my trainers, and standing in the lobby. I grabbed a couple of Danishes and a cup of tea and sat down on one of the couches. Other new students were starting to gather in the lobby, grabbing bit of breakfast for themselves. At exactly seven thirty, a gorgeous woman walked into the lobby. She was about six foot one, six foot four in her heels. She had beautiful long auburn hair, a flawless complexion, and blue eyes. She wore a neat, grey Channel suit, and carried a slim datapad under her arm. She walked over to the center of the lobby, in front of all of us. "Good morning ladies, I am Doctor Bridgette Barnes, Dean of students..," she said. We all looked up at her. She smiled broadly, a million pound smile if I ever saw one. "I know many of you have never been addressed as ladies before....but, if it isn't something you wanted, I think you may be at the wrong school." We all got a good laugh out of that one. She called all of our names, our given names, and asked us what we wanted to be addressed as. Everyone had thought up a suitable female name, so that part went rather smoothly. She started covering our schedule for the day. Doctor's consultation followed by first nano therapy. Rules. Then lunch. After lunch, there would be a follow up Nano treatment. This apparently would take all afternoon. Friday, we would be issued our school uniforms. "After all of your treatments today, you will all be very tired, most of you will even be ill. You will probably be in the clinic for at least three days. Following that, you will be brought back to the dorms to recuperate. You will have to be cleared by the doctor to leave the dorms, if you are feeling up to it. But, by this time tomorrow, you will be on your way to being the NuGirl you have always dreamed of being. For the Ggirls in the class..," she said turning to them, "Don't think you get off easy on this. You will be having basically the same treatments, so the same rules apply to you....though; most of you will not be in as bad a shape as those going through a more difficult change. You have probably noticed that there are very few other students here. In case you didn't read the literature we emailed you, which if you are like every other class, you probably didn't....The other students will not be here until Friday, and you should all be feeling quite a bit better by then and able to socialize with your new classmates over the weekend. Classes actually start next Monday. This week is to get you, the new students, acclimatized and to start your therapy so it won't be so jarring when the other girls arrive. The girls who are here already are all student advisors. You will each be assigned a big sister to help you transition. They have all been through what you are going through. Ggirls will have a Ggirl big sister; NuGirls will have a NuGirl big sister. Any questions? No. Ok. We will be heading out in about ten minutes." I lit a cigarette and leaned back on the couch. Lena walked up to me and smiled. He was wearing a pair of girl's jeans, a pink top, and sandals. "Hi, April," he said. Sitting down on the couch next to me. "Are you excited?" I nodded. "I am...Just having a fag to calm my nerves." I took another drag. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want one?" Lena shook his head. "No, thank you." I looked around. Four or five others were smoking too. I smiled as I watched them. The boys (not for much longer), smoking more girly than the Ggirls in the room. That's what Becca had said, NuGirls try harder. I smiled, noticing my own posture. I had spent a lot of time studying women smoking, from Audrey Hepburn, Scarlet Johansson, and of course Claudia Holstrum. I could mimic their actions very well, though I always felt a little self conscious about it in public, since I was a geeky, 16 year old boy. I giggled to myself. "What's funny?" Lena said, looking sort of alarmed. "Nothing. I was just thinking of something" I said, looking over at him. "I love the outfit, by the way." He blushed. "Thanks. I just couldn't wait to wear the clothes....I contemplated wearing make up today, but just settled for lip gloss and a little eyeliner." "You did a really good job at it...I've been practicing too, though only at home." "All right ladies," Dr. Barnes said, walking towards the door. "Time to go." I put out my cigarette, took a deep breath and followed the crowd from the dorm. The sun was up now, and it looked to be a sunny day. IT was still a little chilly, and a fog hung on the lawn. We followed Dr. Barnes across the campus. Many of the other girls, and boys, were chatting idly. I was just taking it all in. It felt like I was walking towards destiny, as stupid as that sounds, but it did. I was getting more excited as I walked. We arrived at a very modern looking one story building. The sign over the door read "Wentworth Clinic". We stepped inside. The room was like an airlock. The smart cloud in the room was disinfecting us, checking us for any impurities we might carry into the clinic. IF I hadn't grown up around nanotech my entire life, the idea of being swarmed by billions of microscopic machines would probably have creeped me out. But it didn't faze me, or anyone else in the room, instead we just waited patiently for the green light to proceed. The light turned green and we all filed into the waiting room. The room was decorated in classic waiting room style. A wallscreen tuned to news dominated one corner of the room. "Please take a seat and wait for your name to be called." Dr. Barnes said, stopping at the reception desk. I studied the nurses as they went about their business. About half of them were probably NuGirls, from the looks of them. They were tall and elegant, moving more like catwalk models than most nurses I'd seen. They all wore shiny nurse's uniforms, with rather short skirts, and hats. The uniforms were modeled after nurse's outfits from the 1950s, only made of modern materials. The girls were probably all Wentworth grads, I thought to myself, again pondering my future and career opportunities. I had always done really well in my Nano science classes. The King made it very clear that he wanted the United Kingdom to be the world leader in Nanotech, and had worked very hard to ensure that legacy for his kingdom. The primary method he chose was education, providing all students with a basic education in Nanotechnology, and then allowing those who showed aptitude to further that education at every opportunity. I had shown aptitude in NanoScience from an early age, so I always had a fallback career if my real dreams didn't pan out. I had never told anyone what my real ambitions were...I wanted to be an actress. No. I wanted to be a movie star. "April Forrest," someone said. I looked up. A statuesque nurse, blonde, around 6'1, was standing in the hallway adjacent to the waiting room. She smiled at me when I looked up. She was wearing a stylish pair of AR glasses, and I could see data flashing on the lenses as I approached her. I gave her a tentative smile. "Follow me, please," she said. She strode down the corridor. She looked back at me and flashed that dazzling smile. "I love the name; by the way...It has a great ring to it. Good job." I blushed. "Thanks. I put a lot of thought into it." "I'm Zo?," she said. "You'll like Dr. Fallon. He's really great." I nodded dumbly. We finally reached an examination room. "Ok, April. Go inside and remove your clothes. The doctor will be with you in a moment." I went inside and shut the door behind me. I slipped out of my clothes and neatly folded them. I put them on top of a cabinet and sat on the exam table. The room was comfortably warm and lit in a way to make you feel at ease. I was so nervous I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I really wanted a fag...and a drink. Then, the door opened. Chapter 4 Dr. Fallon walked into the room. He was looking down at a data slate. I could see the data streaming across the lenses of his AR glasses. My AR glasses were turned off but I still had them on out of habit. I took them off and put them on top of my clothes. Dr. Fallon looked up at me and smiled. He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, muscular, tanned. Perfect features and a smile that made me weak in the knees. I shouldn't have been surprised that one of the top NanoCos (Nano Cosmetic) Surgeons in the world would take advantage of his own procedures. "Good morning, April," he said, smiling at me. His accent marked him as a Londoner. I don't know why, but I expected a California accent before he started talking. "I have been looking over your chart. I downloaded the information from your RESPITE system. Everything looks good." He winked at me. "Looks like you did a little partying last night, huh?" I blushed from head to toe. He walked in and set his clipboard on the table. "I need you to stand up for me," he said, walking over to me. I felt really embarrassed, but he is a doctor. I stood up, painfully aware of my nakedness. Like I said before, I was a truly scrawny kid. I was also a little nervous about the size of my penis, which wasn't very large. Luckily, I was already blushing, so it might have given me a little color. "Turn around for me, let me get a good look at you," he said, studying me. I turned around for him, my arms extended out to my side. "Good. Ok, have a seat," he said, pulling over a stool. "Lights" he said. The lights dimmed. "Now. Take a look at this." I heard the sound of a Smartcloud gathering. Most people don't notice the sound it makes, it really only clicks after you have studied Machine Dynamics and Vapor theory, but the sound is sort of like air leaking from a tyre, only very quiet. Then a holo projector in the ceiling projected a hologram of me, standing with my arms out to the side, just like a second ago. Dr. Fallon had recorded my image with his glasses and uploaded it to the projector. "Here is you now," he said, pointing to the image. "Let's talk about where you want to end up, when all your treatments have finished." Now, I was excited. I didn't even know where to begin. "First, he said, let's talk about body type. You are a definite ectomorph...very thin. You don't have feminine curves at all. That is one area we will have to augment. I ran a genetic model on you, downloading all the data from your Respite system. You are going to grow one more inch in height. Is that ok with you?" he asked. I nodded. That would put me at 6 foot even. I thought that was a fine height. "Yes. That will be fine...I was hoping I might make 6' 1 or so...like Claudia Holstrum." He chuckled. "We can do that. Ok. 6'1. I've entered that into your chart. You are not genetically inclined to weight gain, so we don't have to worry about that. You are well into puberty, and have started to exhibit many classically male characteristics...but we will take care of those as well. Let's start working on your figure, ok?" I was really excited. Dr. Fallon started sculpting the hologram. With my input, of course, we shaped my future body. It fantastic. After about 15 minutes of work, we had finished and standing before me was a perfect hologram of me, with a knock out female body. My measurements were 36c- 25-36. Perfect, in my opinion. The legs looked like they went on forever. I felt like I was going to cry, I was so happy. "Lets work on the face," he said, zooming in to my head. We worked and sculpted for about an hour. I had him pull up pictures of my favorite old Hollywood actresses, as well as some of my favorite NuGirls and Ggirl actresses from the last couple of decades. We were mainly influenced by Audrey Hepburn (of course), Scarlet Johansson, and Elizabeth Gladdy (An actress from the 2030's, for those of you not up on old vids.). I've already mentioned how much I idolized those actresses, so it was only natural to want to share some of their features. He was absolutely amazing. He managed to pull influences from all three actresses, without making me look like any of them, but instead to look like me with hints of their features. I was absolutely flabbergasted. I started to cry. He smiled and handed me a tissue. "So, you are pleased, then?" he said, smiling at me and putting his hand on mine. I nodded, wiping my eyes. "It's amazing. Will I really be that beautiful?" I said. He nodded. "You will. I have to admit, it is some of my best work. You have fantastic bone structure...combining that bone structure, after feminizing it, with the augmentation features you chose from those actresses, is incredible. I think you will be really pleased with this," he said, his eyes sparkling. He punched a couple of keys on his pad. The image started aging. He stopped it when it read 30. I was absolutely floored. The teenage version of me had been very beautiful...the thirty year old version of me was completely gorgeous. My mouth was agape. "I knew it would work out that way...that's why I chose thirty. A quick check on all three actresses said they reached the peak of their beauty in their late twenties, early thirties. I figured, combined with your features, it would work out the same with you. And, with the Nano sculpting, you wont really have to age past that point, physically, if you don't want to...though..." he said, punching a few more keys. The image continued to age to 40, and was still gorgeous, though definitely more mature. "You can pull it off...all those actresses did." I couldn't help myself. I jumped up and hugged him. He hugged me back, and then lowered me back to the seat. "Alright. Let's talk about voice. You can give me the general idea of the type of voice you want to have once we finish. I cannot make you sound exactly like someone else, not without a lot of work we are not prepared to do...if you want that sort of treatment, there are specialists. But I can give you a voice that will have the same tonal qualities. Do you understand?" "Yes." I nodded. "I was thinking, I want my voice to be feminine, but kind of husky. Slightly deep...Like Elizabeth Hurley...or Scarlet Johansson. Like Vivian Sterling, You know?" "I know exactly what you are looking for. I think that's a good choice, actually. It will compliment the look we have sculpted for you...and it won't come off as "bimboish". A lot of girls pick a really high voice. I try to discourage it, but they are in charge of what they want. I think that will work out really nicely." He smiled at me. I felt all warm inside. "Now... You realize, we can do full feminization, but cannot actually change your sex...That cannot be done until you are eighteen." "I don't want to change my sex," I said firmly. He raised an eyebrow at me. "I want to be a NuGirl...I have no ambition to get rid of any of my...genitalia," I said, feeling embarrassed." He smiled at me. "Ok. We can definitely do that. More and more NuGirls are deciding to keep their male genitals now days. I totally understand. We can do a few modifications that I think you might appreciate though." He punched a few keys. "Male genitalia does get in the way of many fashions, and doesn't present a smooth front when wearing panties," he said, pointing to the hologram. That much, I already knew. "Now...we can make the penis and testes retractable." "Retractable?" I said, "Really?" He nodded. "A lot of famous NuGirls have had that augmentation. Claudia Holstrum for example." "How does it work?" I asked, truly intrigued. I knew Claudia Holstrum wore some very skimpy outfits, and never presented a bulge. I just figured she wore a gaff or something. "Well...The Nano system will create some new muscles for you and slightly rearrange our pelvic muscles. The genitals will retract at will...pulling up into your body cavity. I am told it takes practice to make it work, but once retracted they will stay put until you want them to come back down. Now...if you get sexually excited, they will start to lower, even if you don't want them to...just like you have no control over the spontaneous erections you get thanks to puberty." We both giggled at that. Then it occurred to me. "Wait...you mean my penis will retract...like a dog's." I must have looked appalled. "No...well. Sort of. It's the same sort of application, really. But, it wont turn your penis hot pink like a dog's," he said, laughing. "I think you will be quite pleased. HE ran a simulation on the hologram. IT was amazing. The penis just sort of withdrew, and then the testicles rose up until the scrotum was flat against the groin. I just shook my head in amazement. "Ok. I like it," I said, nodding my head. "I want that...and..." I trailed off, embarrassed. "Go on," he said. "How much bigger am I going to get?" I asked timidly. "Well...lets see," he said, looking at his slate. "It looks like you are about 5 inches now...looks like you will reach about 5 ? inches." He looked up at me. "Oh," I said, hanging my head a little. "We can augment that too, if you want...Though I wouldn't suggest going crazy with it," he said with a smile. "Really?" I asked, smiling. "Could we maybe go with seven and a half?" "Sure," he said, making a note. "That's a fine length. Let's work out girth too." We worked for a little bit on the design of my penis...odd, thinking about it that way, but it's what we did. "There. I think that is fine," he said, running it through several simulations. HE showed it erect, flaccid and withdrawn. "Very nice. Good feminine penis." I laughed at the incongruity of the statement. "No...I'm serious. Look there, with it flaccid. See, it doesn't look jarring with the rest of your body. Its feminine looking... Perfect. I made sure I kept it small when not erect...it will pull inside a little to keep it feminine looking." I was very pleased. I was giddy, ready to get started. "So, when do I start?" I asked, excited. "Right now," he said. The door opened and the nurse walked in. She smiled at me and handed the doctor a steel tray with a lid on it. HE opened the lid and pulled out a syringe. Inside a grey liquid sloshed and moved on it's on. Those were the nano surgeons, I supposed. "This is the base for the nanosystem we are applying. I am going to inject this serum. It will take about three hours to acclimate itself to your body and integrate with the Respite system already in place. It's going to sting a little," he said. He turned me and gave me the shot in my rear. It really...really hurt. "Now...Lay back on the table," he said. I lay back on the table. He moved a device over me and lowered it to my head. I could feel the cold steel against my forehead and had a vague sense of electricity shooting through me. "I am sending the data from the sculpting we just did to the system. IT will prepare the Nanobase for data that will be transferred to it later. This afternoon, is when I will seriously begin programming the nanosurgeons to work on you. That will take about four hours." After a few minutes, he moved the machine away from my head. "Ok, April. You can get dressed now. I will see you back here at one pm sharp. Zo? will be assisting me, so just check in at the desk and wait for her to come get you." He stood up and left. I quickly got dressed. My butt was throbbing from the shot, and I could feel the Nanobase moving through my system. I opened the door and stepped into the hall. I glanced to my right and saw Dr. Forrest disengage himself from nurse Zo?'s arms. They both looked embarrassed. I blushed for them. I nodded and made my way back to the waiting room. Most of the other students had already gone for their consultation, or weren't here any more. The lady at the counter told me to go on to lunch, but to be back for my one o'clock appointment. I thanked her and left. Outside, the sun was finally starting to peek through the clouds. IT was eleven fifty according to my AR glasses. I strolled across the campus, smoking a cigarette. I walked up to the cafeteria and made my way inside. The selection of food was very good, with lots of very appetizing looking foods. I chose a salad, a piece of baked chicken, and a soda. I noticed Lena sitting at one of the tables. She smiled at me. "Hi," I said, sitting down next to her. "How did your consultation go?" "Great..." she said, "I am so happy with how I'm going to look when it finishes." "Me too...I can hardly wait." "Same here," she said, giggling. We chatted about the consultations, about the doctors, and nurses. Then I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Mind if I join you?" Becca said. I was stunned. Becca had been pretty when she was dressed down for a train ride, but she was gorgeous in her school uniform, with make up on and her hair done. "Sure..." I said, scooting to the side. She sat down. Lena was very quiet...apparently awed by the lovely, older girl who had sat with us. It took a few minutes for her to come around and actually join our conversation. Becca told me that she played field hockey, and that I should come try out for the team. I wasn't really too sure about that, I had never been much for sport. "Come on....It's fun. Besides...it'll put some meat on those bones," she said, and then took a bite of her cheeseburger. We all laughed. Far too quickly, lunchtime was over. We sat at the table and smoked a cigarette before Becca had to go. She had to go escort some more new students around the campus. Lena and I said our goodbyes then started walking to the clinic. I had serious butterflies in my stomach. Lena did too. We were both really nervous. We were about to start transforming into something else...not the teenage boys we both really were. I smoked another cigarette outside the clinic doors, getting my nerve up. "Can I have one of those?" Lena said, pointing to my cigarettes. "I thought you didn't smoke?" I asked, pulling one out for her. "I don't...but...what the hell...it's not like they are bad for you or anything." She smiled at me. Well...technically, they are bad for you...but the Respite system fixes any minutes after it occurs, like it does with any disease or illness. I lit her cigarette. She took a drag, coughed a little at first, and then took another. "Wow..," she said...it does have a kick to it, huh." She smiled and giggled. She was sort of practicing standing with her cigarette. I could tell she was looking at herself in the glass front of the clinic, checking out how she looked. "Well," I said, checking the time in my AR glasses. "I only have about two minutes till show time." I took one last drag then dropped my fag in the ashtray. Lena did the same. "Let's do this," I said. Then we took each others hands and walked into the clinic. Chapter 5 "Good afternoon, April." Nurse Zo? said, walking up to me in the waiting room. "Are you ready?" I nodded. "Yes mam. I'm a little nervous," I said shyly. "I understand. I was quite nervous too. But it's worth it. Trust me," she said, striding down the corridor. "Do you ever have boys who...who don't like the changes and want to change back?" I asked, the thought had never occurred to me before. "Very rarely. Are you having second thoughts, dear?" She asked concern plain on her face. "No...Lord no," I said, smiling. "I was just wondering." "Good," she said. She took my hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, honey. It will be great. It's like magic, seriously." We arrived at the same exam room as before. "Step inside, take off your clothes and put on the surgical gown on the table. We will be back to collect you in a few minutes. I went into the room and disrobed. I changed into the surgical gown and sat down on the table. I was so nervous I thought I was going to die. I seriously needed a cigarette, but knew smoking wasn't allowed in the clinic. Nurse Zo? returned about ten minutes later. "Are you ready?" "Ready," I said, standing up to follow her. The floor was cold through the little paper shoes they had given me. I followed her up the corridor and into an airlock. A Smartcloud was giving us a good once over and cleansing before we proceeded. Finally, all sterilized, we walked down the corridor to an operating theatre. Outside the door, a gurney was parked. "Go ahead and climb on," she said, steadying the gurney. I climbed on, my heart beating like crazy. A male orderly stepped out of the theatre and wheeled me inside. I could see Dr. Fallon working at a terminal. They rolled me into a spot in the center of the room. "Good Afternoon, April. Are you ready?" Dr. Fallon said, turning to face me. "I have been working up all the programs we are going to use, and refining the data we worked out this morning. It should go very smoothly. "He tapped a couple more keys on this terminal. "You realize you will probably be in a lot of pain this afternoon. We will keep you sedated, to ease the discomfort. We may need to keep you sedated for a few additional days, depending on how hard the Nano Surgeons are on your system. But, you will be cleared to go back to the dorm Thursday at the latest, ok?" I nodded. My throat was extremely dry. All the time the doctor was talking, nurse Zo? and another tall, lovely nurse, where attaching leads to my body and hooking up all sorts of machinery around the gurney. It was a little frightening. The doctor turned back to me. "I need you to go ahead and take off the gown," he said, adjusting his AR glasses. These were not the same glasses he was wearing earlier, but a pair of high resolution glasses that had not been designed with fashion in mind. He kind of looked like a big insect staring at me with those things on. The nurses were slipping into some one piece jump suits with hoods. The doctor pulled up his own hood and put on his gloves. All the suits were shiny, powder blue, like they were made of vinyl, but I knew they were made of reactive polycarbon. They would breathe, but not allow any stray nanosystems entry. I slipped out of my gown and lay back on the table. The doctor turned back to me, holding a huge probe in his hand. "All right. We are going to sedate you now, ok. You will still be able to hear us, and respond to questions, but will not be able to move, or feel anything ok?" "Yes." I nodded. The doctor tapped a few keys, and then moved over next to me. I felt that familiar electric surge as the Nanobase was beginning to respond to commands from the wireless network in the operating theatre. Then, the doctor hooked up an IV to my left arm. I could feel the drip starting. Nurse Zo? applied a couple of dermal patches to my right arm; I could feel a tingling where they touched my skin. I took a deep breath. The doctor made an incision on my right hip. I couldn't feel it, but I could see it in the mirror on the ceiling. It was weird, watching him cut me, but not feeling it. Then he inserted the probe, and the nurse helped him tape it in place. I started to zone out. He asked me questions, every now and then, but I was way too out of it to remember what they were. He was programming the nano surgeons, as well as taking direct control of their actions, causing the colonies to perform some tasks at his direction, while allowing other colonies to move on to their preprogrammed routines. The next couple of days are a complete blur. I remember light, and dark. Pain. Voices through the fog, but really nothing else. My entire body felt like it was on fire. I slept. Finally, I woke up. Sunlight was streaming in through the windows. I was laid up in bed and my whole body just hurt. IT was the same kind of pain you get after a really intense workout, only it was everywhere. I couldn't move without it hurting. I tried to sit up in bed, and then finally gave up on the whole prospect. "Nurse," I croaked. For a moment I panicked. Something was wrong with my voice. It was much higher than it had been...Then I remembered why I was here. "Nurse," I said again, a little stronger. Even with my throat so dry I could hardly speak, I was pleased to hear the feminine sounding voice. Nurse Zo? rushed into the room. She was carrying a bottle of water. ?Good afternoon, sunshine," she said, smiling at me. She sat down at my bedside table. "Here, drink this, April." I took a drink of the cold water. It made my throat feel so much better. "Thank you," I said. My voice was clearer now. Slightly husky, a little raspy. It sounded like music to my ears...very similar to Scarlet Johansson...Just like I had dreamed. "Wow...I really like the way my voice sounds...the doctor did a great job with it.' She smiled back at me. "I like it...It will sound better in a couple of days. Right now, the vocal cords are a little sore. Let's stand you up and let you get a good look at yourself." It was only then that I remembered there was a lot more done to me than my voice. I smiled. My face ached, but I couldn't help it. I brushed my hair out of my face. Wait. I had hair hanging down onto my face. When I went into the surgery, I had a flat top. I practically lept out of the bed...Well, ok...I painstakingly got up, but the enthusiasm said leaping. On wobbly legs, I walked over to the mirror, with nurse Zo? guiding me. My reflection in the mirror almost made me faint. I was only wearing a tiny pair of boy shorts. I stood open mouth, staring at myself. "You look fantastic," she said, beaming at me. I turned and looked at my profile. I reached up and grabbed my chest, feeling the breasts that had grown there. They were not fully grown, only up to a small B cup right then, but it looked fantastic. My areolas had grown as well, and were a fantastic pink against my pale skin. And my skin. My complexion was evened out. Studying myself closer in the mirror, my skin looked like warm honey. My pores were tiny. My face shape had changed. My jaw line had softened. My face was a little rounder, my nose definitely smaller, more elfin, with a slight upturned tip. My brow was less pronounced. And my lips...that was the best part. They were larger, plump, bee stung lips, turned in a cute little pout. I smiled broadly at my reflection. My teeth, which were pretty good before, were absolutely perfect and so totally white it was almost startling. I noticed that my eyebrows, which were rather bushy and large before, were now neatly arched and tiny. Perfectly styled. "Wow...look at my eyebrows," I said, turning to Nurse Zo?. "They look like I just left a salon!" She laughed. ?The doctor sculpted them for you. He used pictures of some of the movie stars you were so fond of and gave you their eyebrows. The NanoCos system destroyed the follicles around them, so that's how they will grow now...and the follicle growth rate is capped at the length you see. You can have it reset later if styles change and you decide you want big busy eyebrows, though." "I doubt that...they are perfect." I turned around and checked out my backside, trying to get a better idea of what my entire figure looked like. I was stunned. When I turned back around, I noticed how flat my front was. I pulled out the waistband of my panties to check downstairs. My penis was completely withdrawn, my testicles and scrotum were drawn up tight against my body. I looked up at nurse Zo?, open mouthed. She laughed. "Odd seeing it like that, huh?" she said, leading me back towards the toilet. I nodded. "It will do that when you sleep, and whenever you relax. That is the natural state now, ok. Let's go in the toilet...I'm sure you need to go. I will help you get your penis to extend." I nodded. I was so fuzzy headed; it didn't even occur to me that this beautiful nurse was going to help me go to the toilet. I stopped in front of the toilet and pulled down my panties. Nurse Zo? laughed. "I think you may want to get used to going sitting down. Not only because it's more ladylike, but because it's much easier. You don't have to get your penis fully extended to go. Now, if there is no toilet...well, that's just one advantage we have over Ggirls," she said, with a laugh. Smiling at me, she turned me around and sat me on the toilet. "It will help if you rub it a little right here," she said, reaching down and pushing gently on my pubic mound. She rubbed it a little bit, and slowly my penis extended. My testicles and scrotum started lowering as well. It felt really...really weird. "there," she said, turning away. "Go ahead and go." I finished going. It felt fantastic to go, even though it stung a little. I was still evacuating inert nanosystems from the Nanobase, and eve though they are tiny, it still stung a bit. "Done," I said. "Ok. Now. To withdraw it, it might help to hold it and gently push. Pull up with the muscles in your abdomen. Look." She lifted her blouse. Her stomach was firm and flat. A pink ring pierced her belly button. She flexed the muscles in her abdomen; I could see what she was doing. ON the third try, with gentle pushing, my penis and scrotum slowly lifted. " I would help you with that part, but sometimes, my help only succeeds I the patient getting an erection...then we have to wait for that to go away before we can proceed," she said, with a wink. I smiled up at her. She helped me back to the bed. "What day is it?" I said, still sort of marveling at my new voice. "Wednesday afternoon. You recovered rather quickly, actually. You should be able to go back to the dorm in the morning to rest there." "Thanks," I said, taking another sip of water. "I could kill for a fag right now," I said, smiling up at her. "No problem," she said. "Here you go." She put my cigarettes and my lighter on my bedside table next to an ashtray. "I will adjust the Smartcloud volume in the room to accommodate. It's no problem really. I am probably going to go have one myself in a minute," she said with a wink. "I thought there was no smoking in the clinic?" I said, reaching for the cigarettes. "That's in the clinic proper...this is the recovery annex. We have all the comforts of home here." She handed me the remote control for the wall screen. "Take it easy. We will send some diner up for you in a little while. Ok." "Can I have that small mirror?" I asked, feeling a little ashamed of the narcissistic streak I was feeling. "Sure," she said, handing me the hand mirror. "Enjoy" She left the room. I lit my cigarette and leaned back against my pillows. The Smartcloud in the room was really strong. The smoke from my cigarette only extended about a centimeter before it was zapped, and when I exhaled the cloud disappeared like breath on a winter's day. Very strong cloud. I stared at myself in the mirror. I loved my hair. It had grown down to around my jaw line. It seriously needed styling, but it was almost a bob right now. I fiddled with my hair, and then noticed my hands. I was amazed at how delicate they looked. My fingernails had grown like crazy, and were way too long for my taste. I would have to trim them this afternoon. But it looked phenomenal. I watched myself smoke in the mirror, using all the poses and facial expressions I had studied on film for so long. They finally looked right, like a woman smoking, not a dorky teenage boy. I was so happy I started to cry. I spent a lot of Wednesday sleeping. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a little less sore, except my new breasts which were really sore and itchy. I padded into the bathroom and after a little coaxing, got my penis to extend and had a slash. I stopped at the full length mirror to admire myself naked in the mirror. I was so very happy with my body. For the first time ever, I actually felt right. I struck a few poses, watching my image. My body was smooth and mostly hairless. The only body hair I still had was in my pubic area, and there was a lot more hair there than I remember. It had grown like my other hair, and was now quite bushy. My penis began to harden as I posed in front of the mirror. It was neat to watch it fully extend, then grow erect. It was a bit longer than I remembered now. I couldn't help myself. I began to stroke my now erect member, all the while making sexy faces at myself in the mirror. As an experiment, I reached up and gently squeezed my nipple. It was like an electric shock as the pleasure spread through me. I began to stroke harder and faster until I came. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and afterwards I felt completely drained. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned up the spot on the floor. I climbed back in bed, still breathing hard. I lay back against the pillows and lit a cigarette. After a few deep drags, I began to settle down. My cock was starting to soften now, slowly pulling itself back down. The door opened. I scrambled to cover myself. Nurse Zo? was standing in the door. She smiled; slightly embarrassed that she had caught me lying on the bed with an erection. "I see everything is working ok. "She said, smiling. "Its ok, April. I just noticed your heart rate really increased and wanted to make sure you were ok." "I'm sorry," I said, blushing. "I couldn't help it." "Its ok, dear...We all masturbate. It's perfectly normal." She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry...I'm not some old prude." I laughed at that. She was the furthest thing in the world from an old prude in my book. "Can I have one of those cigarettes?" she said, pointing to the pack. "Sure," I said, passing one to her. She lit it with a gold Cartier lighter she pulled from her pocket. "I'm not supposed to smoke in the patient's rooms...but its 3 am. I don't think anyone will notice. "I won't tell if you won't," I said, taking a drag myself. Nurse Zo? giggled, and then took a long drag on her cigarette. She was completely elegant, apparently having studied the same old movies I had to learn how to smoke. She was much better at it than I was, absolutely seductive, actually. "How are you feeling? "She said. "A bit better, I can see...but are you still really sore?" I nodded. "I am very sore. My breasts are sore and they itch," I said, scratching at them. "Don't scratch. They are still growing. You are growing breasts very rapidly, honey. It takes Ggirls about five years to grow that big, and you did it in three days. By Friday morning, you will be a C cup, if I remember your chart." "That's right. 36C-25-36," I said proudly. "That's almost my measurements," she said proudly. "36C-23-36. Actually. We could share clothes." That statement almost floored me. I could share clothes with this beautiful woman. That meant her figure was basically the same as mine. Just thinking about it made my eyes tear up. "What's wrong honey?" she said, putting her hand on my leg. "Nothing. It's just...I wanted this all my life...I'm so happy." I burst into sobbing. Its funny, I never used to cry like this. She took me in her arms and let me cry on her shoulder. "I never used to cry like this" I said though my sobs. "It's the hormones, dear," she said, pushing my hair out of my face. "Remember, you are producing more estrogen now than you used to. It is carefully balanced to ensure that you don't have any loss of sexual function, but that is primarily controlled by the respite system. It will not allow more than a measured amount of testosterone, slightly more than the amount in most Ggirls, anywhere in your body outside your genitailia. That area is still one hundred percent male," she said soothingly. "I didn't think it would have such an effect on me," I said, wiping my eyes. "It's ok. You will get used to it. It takes a little while. But, the good part is, you don't lose sex drive. I know that doesn't mean too much to you now, since you have not been sexually active yet, but it will in the future. I promise" she said, her eyes sparkling. I was dreadfully embarrassed that she knew I was a virgin. "How did you know I was a virgin?" I asked timidly. "We got the information from your Respite system, dear. It's ok. A lot of our girls are virgins. I was when I came to Wentworth." "Really?" I asked incredulously. "Really. Remember, I was a boy much like you were. I was think and kind of...nerdy. I didn't score big with the ladies...and well...honestly, I never liked ladies anyway...and none of the boys wanted anything to do with me...Sooooo..." she took a last drag off her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray." I was a virgin." That made me feel a lot better. I had forgotten that she was a boy when she came here too. It was nice to hear that she wasn't in that different a state than me when she arrived at Wentworth. "I don't like girls either." I admitted shyly. I had never said that to anyone in my life. I felt very ashamed. "Its ok, honey. More than half our NuGirls don't like girls. They feel they are girls, so it just isn't right for them." "I like NuGirls, though. A lot. But I like men too," I said, blushing. "That is not uncommon either. I used to really....REALLY like NuGirls. My taste only switched more to men when I got older. Now, I prefer relationships with men, but still find NuGirls so erotic." I felt so much better. She was right. Now that I was a NuGirl, if I dated men, it wasn't like being gay....It was considered by most people to be the same as being straight. Most people even felt that way about NuGirls and Ggirls, or NuGirls and NuGirls...it was like the whole gay/straight thing was completely removed from the equation with them...us. They...we...were considered by almost everyone to be a third sex. "Thank you nurse," I said. "Zo?," she said, squeezing my leg. "Well, back to my rounds. I get to go home in a few hours. I hate switching from day shift to night shift. I really need to grab a cup of coffee," she said, winking at me. "I'll see you for your follow up tomorrow night at the dorm. Now, get some sleep." I smiled at her and waved. I lit another cigarette and leaned back against the stack of pillows. I giggled when I realized I had had that entire conversation with her naked. My penis and scrotum had retracted now. I pulled my panties back on and climbed under the covers. I finished up my cigarette, put it out in the ashtray, and then turned out the light. The next morning, I was taken back to the dorm. They gave me some surgical scrubs to wear, none of my clothes from before fit now. I had lost three inches on my waist, and gains six inches on my hips My chest had also gone from a 34 inch bird chest, to a beautiful 36C (as measured this morning, that was what all the itching was about). My hair had grown more over night too, and was now down to my shoulders. I was a little worried about the growth rate of my hair and nails. The doctor assured me that it would slow down to normal rate by tomorrow, and then I could get it cut how I wanted it. An orderly named Clive escorted me to the dorm. When we reached the doors, he asked me if I needed his help getting up to my room. I smiled at him and said no. So, alone, I opened the door and wobbled into the lobby. "Oh, my god!" Becca exclaimed. "April?" she said, rushing over to me. I was startled. What was wrong? "Yes...it's me...what's wrong?" My new feminine voice purred. The combination of the slightly husky female tone, and my posh accent sounded like music to my ears. "No! You look fabulous!" she gave me a hug, it was firm but not too firm...she knew how I felt right now. She leaned in and whispered in my ear "you are probably the prettiest out of all the new girls...I've seen them all come back this morning...you are so hot!" She grinned at me. "Let me help you up to your room." We walked together. I was still blushing from her comments, so I didn't' know what to say. We went into my dorm room and I sat down on the bed. "Do you really mean it?" I asked her. Do you really think I'm hot?" I purred. It was funny, talking in a voice that used to sound conspiratorial to me, now sounded like sexy purring. I laughed despite myself. "Hell yeah. You look fantastic. After you get your hair done...wheeewww!" We both laughed. I leaned back in the bed and lit a cigarette. "I'm still really sore," I said, grimacing. "I know. I hurt for like a week after my surgery. It gets much better though," she said, leaning against the wall. "Wait...I have something for you. Let me run to my room real quick." She was smiling evilly. I was a little worried. "What?" I asked. "You'll see. Be right back." She rushed out of