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Unwanted Attention - Part 1: The Accident By MindlessPath I cranked up the volume of my MP3 player hoping it would allow me to ignore the voices coming from below. It did not help with the swaying though, so I still had a hard time falling asleep. I had now applied three times for a room change but the people responsible for handling the dorms kept ignoring my requests. Being a freshman in the university lowered my leverage, and the lack of influential parents probably had much to do with people treating me as insignificant too. If it weren't for the science stipendium, I would've never even had the chance to attend this university. So I was stuck in this dorm room, with my insufferable roommate. A football scholarship recipient named Matt Bull. And what a fitting name he had. He was the reason why my bunk bed was currently swaying so much. He was busy plowing away at his latest conquest on the lower bunk, not even caring that I was in the same room. This was almost an everyday occurrence. Matt had an insatiable sexual drive and from what I'd seen from him wearing his shorts, his cock was pretty damn huge. The yell that carried even over my headphones "OH MATT, YOUR COCK IS SO HUGE, IT'S GOING SO DEEP" pretty much just confirmed that. When Matt wasn't busy fucking a girl, he was either practicing football or jerking around with his friends. I was the one doing his home assignments. On my first day in university, the Director of the university had hinted to me ever so vaguely that he would be very grateful if I "assisted" the university superstar football player in his assignments, as he was vital for the university reputation. When I entered my room for the first time, I immediately discovered that my roommate was a huge jerk. He had already taken the lower bunk and thrown his stuff all around the room. He was lying on the bed, playing with his phone. He had thrown me a glance as I entered the room. "Oh, you must be the geek that's going to do my homework. You can have the table over there, I don't need it." He then returned to playing with his phone, dismissing me entirely. I immediately discovered that both dressers were already stuffed with his items. And I suspected he would not relinquish either of them. So I put my clothes into the writing table's drawers and the rest wherever I could. The next day, I found his homework assignments on the desk. He casually remarked that he would need them done by the next day. So I did them. Ever since then, it became a routine, he would simply toss his assignments on my table, I would do them and we otherwise ignored each other. I guess it was for the better, being ignored was better than being harassed. As I was recalling meeting Matt for the first time, I finally managed to drift asleep. I dreamed of the sea. I dreamed about it nearly every night now. I suspect the swaying had something to do with it. * * * * * * * When I woke up, my roommate was already gone, probably for early morning practice. When I jumped down from the bed I heard a disgusting squishy noise and felt something sticky below my foot. Hell, fuck, not again. I had stepped on a used condom and some of the goo was now on my foot. It felt really disgusting. Matt never bothered cleaning up after himself. There were 3 other condoms lying around the bed. First, I rushed to the bathroom to clean my foot. Then, as always, I put on my rubber gloves (which I'd lifted from the medical department after discovering Matt's habit of not cleaning the room) and cleaned up the other condoms. These condoms reflected Matt's size. They would've fallen off my own penis, had I tried to use them. And they were all filled with lots of sperm. YUK. This revolting daily task done, I quickly dressed up and rushed to my lectures. Since I was a freshman, most of the courses were very fundamental and covered the basics. So I was bored out of my mind in there because I already knew all of that stuff. So I spent all my time just scribbling on my notebook waiting for the lectures to end so I could get to my own project. The science scholarship program that had gotten me to university also included a sum to develop a science project. I had used my funds to build a machine in a lab. The project was really ambitious. Basically my machine, if perfected, should be able to recode human DNA and accelerate metabolism with a burst to cure any mapped DNA related disease in a matter of seconds. I had even drafted 3 students to help me with the project, all of them were the best at what they did but all of them had one quirk or another and most definitely, they were all geeks. When my final lecture ended, I rushed to the lab. My project was almost ready for some basic testing, though I knew that it would be really hard to get the proper permissions to do any kind of testing. If I would submit my papers anywhere I would be taken for a loon and probably ignored and laughed at. In theory the machine should be able to do what it was built for. But as my project was almost finished, so was the money used in the project, I couldn't afford to make any mistakes because every dime was now needed to secure finishing the project. When I stepped out of the main building, the weather started to change. It had been a sunny day but now the wind picked up and dark ominous clouds were forming. My lab wasn't really meant for lab research. It was essentially an old unused building that I had procured for my use after bugging the head of my faculty. It had been covered in dust and the electrical systems of the place were out of date so every time there was a storm, it got me worried. I heard rumbling in the sky and I quickened my step. I really wanted to get the electrical system updated but every time I had tried to get the university to do something about it, they turned me down saying there was no budget for it. So every time there was thunder I had to unhook all the machines or risk getting them fried. When I reached the lab and opened the door I saw that my 3 geek underlings were all closely gathered around the machine. They seemed awfully excited. Fred was at the controls, he had helped me make the programming and interface for the machine. He was a really talented IT student, though most of his talents were wasted hacking countless porn sites or other such nonsense. Earl was on his right side and his face was beet red. He was a genius when it came to hardware, he had basically created all the chips used in the machine, I had no doubt he would one day revolutionize the whole computer industry. But he was really shy. And he had a real phobia of girls, well at least 3d ones. He spent most of his time on manga, anime and hentai boards. He was fascinated with 2d girls. And he kept ordering those weird figurines from the web. The third geek, Danny, was pointing at something on the screen saying "Hey, make that part leaner, yeah keep it that way. Now it's perfect." Earl seemed to grow even more excited. Danny was a medical student. He was an expert when it came to anything to do with DNA. He was the least geeky of the three. But he was too good natured, this made him seem like a wuss at times. But in truth he was the least peculiar of the three, almost normal in comparison to the others. But the other two had had a bad influence on him and gullible as he was, he was always involved in whatever the trio was plotting. Seeing them clustered around the machine, I just knew these guys couldn't be up to any good. There was a sound of thunder in the sky, really loud and close this time. So I immediately started running over to them to get these idiots to turn off the machine and unhook it from the power grid. On the way to them I tripped over something and stumbled towards the machine at high speed. This caused a spectacularly unlucky chain of events: I ran into Danny and then fell into the machine, Danny, propelled from my accidental shove, stumbled into Fred who in turn was pushed against the machines terminal, activating it by accident. The machine door closed and even though I stumbled on my feet, I couldn't get out. Then the machine said in a clear robotic female voice. COMMENCING DNA RESEQUENCING. Now I was really freaked out, I started banging one door but it was too sturdy and didn't give in. I was yelling "STOP THE MACHINE, STOP IT!" I had no idea what program the machine was on. It could be harmless but it could also kill me, and there's no way I wanted to stick around to find out. But there was nothing I could do. Fred shouted "HANG IN THERE, WE'RE TRYING TO GET YOU OUT BUT THE MACHINE ISN'T REACTING." Just as he finished his sentence there was a loud bang and blinding light. The thunder had hit the building directly... The machine emitted a blinding light. The next thing I know, I'm slumped on the floor of the machine. I open my eyes but I can't see anything, something is stinging my eyes and I feel a burning sensation in my lungs. The small room of the machine is filled with smoke. Then I hear a wrenching sound. Fred and the others are prying the door open forcefully. Finally they managed to get the door open and smoke escaped the room. They grab me from each side and pull me out. Half way out I hear Danny exclaim "Holy shit, he looks just like our model." "She sure does," Fred confirmed. Earl was silent for whatever reason and standing really still. My mind was really foggy, I could barely register the room and I had almost no feeling in my body. "Hey Jack! Jack? JACK?" I wanted to respond but found that my lips would not work. "Is he dead?" "No, he's breathing and his eyes are slightly open." "Let's get some medical help." "No way, no-one will believe us if we told what happened and he'd get locked up somewhere since there are no records of him like this. Better drag him to his room, let him rest and hope for the best." "Ok, sure." And so I was dragged to my dorm room and dumped on the bed. "What now?" "Let's just leave him like this, we can't really do anything more tonight" "Yeah, I guess you're right" "Oh well, I sure hope he's going to recover or we're in deep shit" My mind was so foggy that I couldn't distinguish the voices from each other, and shortly after being tossed on the bed I drifted asleep. * * * * * * * SLAM. I felt something. SLAM. There it was again. SLAM. Wait, this is weird. SLAM. What's this pressure? SLAM. I felt something slam against my butt. SLAM. I open my eyes. SLAM. Where am I, what's this? SLAM. Oh shit. SLAM. This is my room. SLAM. But it's not my bed. SLAM. "OOOOH". SLAM. "UGHHH." SLAM. "UUUUUUUUUUGH." SLAMMMMMM... These weird noises stopped and something fell on my back, pressing me into the mattress and started snoring. I felt something press between my butt cheeks through the fabric of my pants. My mind was now clear enough to know this was really wrong, but I couldn't exactly think why. Somehow I crawled out from under the snoring figure, glad that it was immobile now. I climbed the ladder, slipped into my own bed, pulled the cover over my head and fell asleep right away. * * * * * * * I woke up fully refreshed. God, what a weird dream I had last night. My machine had broken down and left me half-dead, ridiculous. It had to be a dream, I felt perfectly healthy. Wait... I felt some strange weight on my chest. I peeked down and saw my blanket arch upwards. Why would there be 2 globes under my blanket. I pushed the blanket down, and saw that I still had my clothes on. But the curves didn't disappear, they had to be under my clothes, this was getting really weird. So I grabbed both globes and felt a jolt go throw me as I touched the nipples. Holy shit, these things were attached to me and they looked an awful lot like... like breast. What the fuck. I kept grabbing them to see if they would come off and it felt really weird touching them. I needed a mirror. I swung out of the bed and felt my newly found breasts bouncing with the shock of landing. Normally I would've killed for such a sight but right now I was horrified. I rushed to the bathroom but there was already someone there. What was this drop-dead gorgeous girl doing in my bathroom? Wait, that was a stupid question, must have been Matt's latest fuck, and this time Matt had hit jackpot, the girls he fucked were hot but this one was beyond that. Matt seemed to have left to practice already, probably with a hangover as today was Friday and every Thursday night he came back drunk after playing poker with his pals. "Hey, do you mind vacating the bathroom?" I asked the girl. Weirdly her lips moved in sync with mine and her voice seemed to come out of my mouth. I just stared at the mirror confused, wait, the mirror... and then it hit me. I wasn't looking at another girl, I was looking at the mirror. I didn't just have a new pair of breasts. I had the whole package. A body of an unbelievably hot teen girl in shredded male clothes was staring at me. I moved my hand between my legs and found it lacking. My penis was gone. Then last night's strange experiences came back to me: stumbling into the machine, having it activate, the thunder, the light flash, the smoke, the guys carrying me back to this room and the slamming. Wait. Oh fuck, Matt had fucking dry humped me. The guys had left me lying on the lower bunk so when Matt came to the dorm drunk and found a girl lying in his bed, he'd acted on instincts. I felt sick to my stomach. I had been half-violated by a guy. And not just any guy, it had been the retard footballer who had the IQ of a gorilla. I remembered feeling his erection through the clothes fabric lodged between my butt cheeks and I shuddered. I had to fix this. I needed to find the guys and reverse whatever had happened to me ASAP. I was a man. I was born male. I had lived all of my 19 years as a male. There was no way in hell I was going to accept the current situation. This was something that had to be fixed, and as soon as possible. Looking at the girl in the mirror, I realized I couldn't just rush off looking like this. I would attract far too much attention and I realized that I had no way of identifying myself if anyone stopped me. And a girl wearing male clothes that were shredded all over the place would only add to the attention. Looking at myself in the mirror got me mesmerized and my brain turned off while admiring this wonderful creature. Quite some time passed before I was able to break the spell, I had to shake my head and slap my cheeks to remind myself of my current predicament and to stop staring at the stunning girl in the mirror. After some thinking I decided to skip classes today and go straight to my lab. I needed to see in what state my machine was. I also needed to find my assistants. I cursed silently as I thought about them. What in hell had they been doing on the machine prior to the accident? And it was those guys I had to blame for dumping me into Matt's bed last night and for what followed. I thought it best to cover myself up as best possible and sneak into the lab. I found some string and used it to tie my hair, which had changed its color from a sandy brown to blonde and even the length had increased so that it reached slightly below my shoulders. I did this all without looking into the mirror because I needed to avoid the distraction that it would provide. Next, I put on a gray hoody and pulled the hood on so it left my face somewhat hidden when I was leaning my head down slightly. The sweater was too large for me but it would help cover some of my curves, or so I hoped. When I zipped up the lock I noticed that it failed to really cover my breasts. The hoody curved outward below neck and this left the fabric hanging far from my stomach below the breasts. Finally, I pulled on a new pair of pants, baggy ones, hoping they would help hide my feminine curves. They were a bit long as I was slightly shorter now so they looked odd. But this was the best I had to work with and it would have to do. When I inspected myself in the mirror again I wasn't very satisfied with the disguise. If anyone took time to look at me they would not fail to notice the suggestive curves of my body. But at least my face was not clearly visible. I decided to make a run for it to the lab. Or well, walk, because running would, again, be a bit too suspicious. I hoped that by now most of the university would be busy with the first morning classes and I would go unnoticed. When I thought about it more, I wondered why I was so paranoid about the whole thing. I should just go to the lab and stop worrying about others, so what if they notice me, it's not like they really have any reason to stop me or anything. So I opened my dorm door and swiftly started on the familiar path to the lab. Just as I had covered about 2/3 of the distance and was about to turn a corner around the biology building, I managed to bump into someone. Normally, I would've just stumbled a bit but with this new more delicate body I was swept off my feet. I felt dizzy and when I saw a hand offered to me to help me upwards I took it without thinking. My hands felt tiny in the strangers hand as he pulled me up. He was really huge, I didn't know his name but I knew him to be a professor for some specialized biology classes. He was staring me right in the eyes and his face looked awe struck. I realized then that my hood had slipped off. But as I tried to quickly pull up the hood again, I realized that my hand was still in his huge hand. I tried to pull it free but the man was too strong. He didn't seem to realize what he was doing. He was probably just as mesmerized by me as I had been by the reflection of the mirror back in my dorm room. After a few awkward seconds I managed to get my hand free as his grip weakened. I pulled up my hood, slipped past him, rushed towards the lab and left him staring at the corner. When I reached the lab doors I sighed with relief, fumbled for my key and opened the doors. Once inside I could see my machine and I gasped. It was in shambles, it was FUBAR. There is no better way to describe what was left of the machine. Only the core of the machine was somewhat recognizable, the door was lying on the side dented. The pieces from the machine were either charred black or melted into unrecognizable lumps and it all stank of melted plastic, rubber and metal. I realized that there was no fixing this machine. I would have to rebuild it from scratch. And I was almost out of funds. * * * * * * * The 3 geeks found me on the floor cradling some random pieces from the machine as if they were gold. Fred finally broke the silence. He was the most outspoken of the group. He wasn't exactly brave or with good social skills, rather, he had a total lack of them. He seemed to have a high opinion of himself and was apparently invisible to his own faults, even when they were shouted at him by some girl he had unwittingly insulted, and by some girl, I mean every single girl on campus. "Hey Jack, pay up. It's our pay day today." He said it so casually, as if it was the most natural thing to say to me at this moment. To me, who just 14 hours prior had been a man and was now a girl. To me, who just had his whole dream blown up to little pieces shattered across this very room. Danny took Fred by his shoulder and whispered quite audibly. "Hey man, I don't think it's the best time to ask for that." "Huh? Why not? Bang-Bang 4: Shoot-em-all-dead was released today, I really need the money to up my computer specs and to grab the game. And I mean, look at him." He pointed at my breasts. "He might roll over and die anytime for all we know, I'd rather get paid before that happens." What an optimistic loyal employee I had. I thought as I squeezed the broken piece of the machine in my hands, imagining it was Fred's neck instead. "Why you!" I started upward. Danny tried to keep me from rushing to strangle Fred, but he was clearly not used to holding girls at bay. His hand grabbed me by the breasts by accident. He was firmly cupping one of them and it sent a jolt through my body and I let a slight moan escape. He removed his hand immediately. "So-sorry man, I didn't mean to." I'd forgotten all about strangling Fred at this reminder of my new found femininity and the hopeless situation at hand. No machine, no money and this new unfamiliar girly body. I started to weep. * * * * * * * The three nerds didn't know what to make of it or how to act, even Fred was silent, as the girl before them wept. She looked so delicate, not at all like the bossy figure that had kept pushing them to finish the project. It was Danny that broke the silence this time. "Hey man, cheer up. It doesn't seem like the machine did anything life threatening, it just seems to have changed your body to a female." "Yea, cheer up, you're fucking hot ....owww," Fred interjected and was silenced from saying anything more by Danny's elbow to the ribs. "I mean, almost nobody had belief in our machine and now you are walking proof that it works, or well... it did do something incredible. We'd have to make a full medical examination to be on the safe side and to prove that the machine works," Danny continued to try to cheer me up. "well... worked..." he added after glancing at the machine with a worrisome look. Earl seemed to be mumbling something to himself while shifting in place "Full medical, full medical, full medical." And his face was beet red and his eyes were vacant. * * * * * * * What Danny had said had stopped my tears and gotten me back to thinking positive. My machine had indeed done something incredible, something that was almost out of a sci-fi movie. It had changed my gender and nothing in my new body reminded me of my old self. If I could prove what my project had achieved to the head of my department or better yet, to the Director himself, I would surely get financed again and when that happened, I would be able to build a machine to revert myself back to my previous state. I had to meet the Director as soon as possible. * * * * * * * The Director had not reached his position easily. He was not born into a rich family. He had to get through the world the hard way. He knew how ugly the world could be. And that ugly world had shaped him. So he never gave anything freely, everything had a price tag for him. He would always be the winner, no matter what he dealt with. If there was one word to describe him, it was greed. He was the perfect example of an alpha male. It was this quality, however, that had led him to his impotence. He had had an average penis. But in his mind, he had been way beyond average. In bed he had been dominant. He had made all the girls, he had fucked, submit to him. But when the girls gave him a blowjob they had never worshipped his cock, not like he had seen in the porn videos so often. He had needed his cock to instill awe and fear. He had tried all sorts of creams and potions and the like but nothing worked. He had been hesitant to operate to enhance his cock but he did it as a last resort. When selecting the size of the enhancement he had pushed the doctor to go beyond the safety limit. The end result was that his cock was now thick and long but eternally flaccid. For years now he had tried all manner of ways to get some life back into his penis but nothing worked. He still got horny. Especially ever since he started working at the head of the university. Seeing all those sweet teens he could have tapped made him crazy with lust. But the worst part was that he could not relieve himself. No matter how horny he was, his cock refused to cooperate. But he had not lost hope yet. The main reason he was now at the head of this university was to find a solution to his problem. He used the university to finance all sorts of projects that had potential of solving his issue. He had founded the grant that Jack was a participant of. The project Jack had sent in to apply to the grant had been a laughing stock for the committee, but the director happened to be the head of the committee and he had read the project. True, the whole idea of building such a machine was out of a sci-fi movie, but even if it had a small chance of working it could perhaps cure his problem. So as usual he just overruled the committee and put all the projects he cared about to the top of the list. But now Jack had his project blown up. With some rather unpredicted results. The phone started ringing. The director already knew who it would be. He had surveillance cameras set up all across the campus, even in the shed where the experiment had exploded a day earlier. He had seen a man stumble into the machine and later a woman being dragged out of it. But he would feign ignorance and not reveal his cards. It would most likely turn out to be an interesting meeting and he would get the most out of it, as always. * * * * * * * I managed to bring 2 of the geeks with me to talk with the Director. I figured I would need their testimonies. Earl had mumbled something about a manga being released and had slipped away. The Directors office was on the top floor of the main building. The building itself was on a hill with a view over the whole complex. Most of the students were attending classes so we made it to the building with no hassle. Once inside the building we passed some security guards. They stood still as rocks, looking rather intimidating and were wearing sunglasses, so I had no idea how much or if they observed us. I was actually pretty worried because with the baggy clothes and hood I was looking rather suspicious. But they just let us pass and we reached the downstairs reception desk. We had previously agreed that Danny would do the talking as I was unrecognizable as a student of this university. "Hello, how can I help you?" The receptionist was a fat woman with thick glasses. I had always wondered about her. Usually high society seemed to hire attractive receptionist for reasons I don't have to elaborate on. But our university didn't seem to fit that stereotype. Quite the opposite really, almost everyone working in the main building seemed to be either male or if they were female, they were unattractive. It was almost as if the Director surrounded himself with ugly people on purpose. While I was busy with my thoughts Danny had managed to get us past the reception and we started towards the stairs. We took the stairs up leading to the 3rd floor. There was elevator too but it was for the director's personal use as it led directly to his quarters. There were no other students in the building. The few people we saw were all administrative staff. The whole 3rd floor was at the director's disposal. The stairs led to a round room. There was a table at one side of the rotund and seated behind it was a robot. "Whoa, awesome" I heard Fred exclaim. I have been here once before. Back then the secretary had been a stunning platinum blonde. "Hello." Said the robot. It was exactly the kind of voice you'd imagine a robot use, all buzzy and flat, with no tonality whatsoever. "I have informed the Director that Danny Goodkind, Fred Wittson, ... and a girl named..." He paused. "Jack," I provided. "Jack Lachance," I elaborated. "...are here to see him." The robot finished the sentence. "Also, I am obliged to ask that you state what business you have with the director?" The robot continued. "We have to talk about Project 253 from the science department. We had a little issue and we really need to talk to the Director about it." I said. "My data says that the person responsible for the project is Jack Lachance. However there seems to be no one matching his identity here. If there is an issue with the project then why is he not here?" "But I am!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. The robot tilted his head and looked straight towards me. Its expression didn't change at all but it seemed to me as if he was looking me with puzzlement. I was fairly impressed with the robot. It had been programmed quite well to be able to interact with us as if it were a real person. It finally broke its stare and said "However, the director is currently busy so you will have to wait a while." After about an hour of waiting the robot finally declared that the Director is ready to meet me. When we started for the door the robot buzzed loudly and declared "I'm afraid the director will only be seeing Jack Lachance." He added quite forcefully "The rest are dismissed." Fred was quite happy to leave but Danny asked if I was okay and I nodded my head and said "Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll see you later at the lab." So he left with the Fred. When they were both gone, I wished they could've gone in with me. I mean, I was going to see one of the most notorious persons I'd ever known. I had only met the Director once when I first entered the university and was given my funds for my project and he had left me with a deep impression. If people were to be classified as lambs and wolves, then he would be a dinosaur, a T-Rex with crimson teeth. He oozed masculinity and had a really aggressive manner about him. There was some kind of hunger about the man and this memory of him made robbed me of my desire to see him and I felt my legs go numb as I made my way to the big door leading to his cabinet. As I raised my hands to open the doors, the doors swung inward on their own. This left me off balance and I stumbled into the room. The doors closed behind me with a slam. The Director was seated behind a large desk, his chair was with its back to me and he was looking out of the window over the university grounds. The room was eerily silent. I just stood there for what seemed to be an eternity, but probably it was just a few minutes. Finally the chair slowly turned and the directors piercing eyes fell upon me. He leaned forwards, putting his elbows on the table and grasped his hands. His voice was so sudden that it made me shudder involuntarily. He asked me a simple yet striking question. "Who are you?" "I... I'm Jack Lachance, fr..from the science departments, I..I'm here about Project 253" "Are you now? I have met Jack Lachance before and you look nothing like him. Are you implying that my memory is bad?" "No..no sir, I really am Jack Lachance, I had an accident" "I didn't know they called plastic surgery an accident nowadays. If you really are who you say you are then I must say that I am impressed. I would even be interested in who performed the surgery, they could be a helpful resource for the university." "I have done no surgery. I had an accident with my machine yesterday and it changed me." "Oh?" "I was in the machine when it was activated by accident and something unexpected happened. Thunder struck into the building, the machine overloaded and it malfunctioned. I suspect it rebuilt me on a molecular level." "Miss, are you from the literature department or the theatrical group? I am not amused by your sci-fi story. You should either state why you really are here or stop wasting my time." "But sir, I'm telling the truth!" "And what is your proof?" The machine was blown up. I had no way of proving who I was, nothing in my appearance indicated to my old self. "I have witnesses!" "If you are referring to those two nerds that accompanied you to this building, then they are hardly reliable witnesses, for all I know they're part of your ridiculous plot." The situation was not going where I wanted it. I started to panic. But then he seemed to save me. "But ok, I'll pretend I believe you. What do you want from me?" "Err. You see, my machine broke down and my funds are all but run out. I really need new funds to rebuild the machine and return myself to my old body." "Ah, so it's a money scam." "No Sir, please believe me! You are my only chance, with this new body there's probably no records of me even existing, I can't turn anywhere else for help!" "Hmm..." The director seemed to be in deep thought. I waited a while. "Alright miss. I'll pretend to believe you but there are restrictions and conditions. I will give you funding on a weekly basis, you will have to report to me directly every week. You will report to me in detail about your progress every Friday. And the funding will be less than what the project used to receive. If you show promise and prove that you are not just a money scammer, I will think about increasing the budget. This is not up for negotiation, you either take the deal or you don't." This would hurt. It would probably delay rebuilding the machine considerably but I had no other choice but to take this and try to convince the director to increase my budget later. "Okay." I said, agreeing to his terms. "Then, it is a deal. Let's shake on it." He didn't make any effort about leaving his chair, so I moved forward. The desk was quite wide so I had to go around it next to him. When I got close enough to him for a handshake, he stood up and grabbed my breast with one hand and my hair with the other. I yelped in surprised and drew back. This managed to get his hands off from me. My face, however was flushed because him grabbing my breast had send a jolt through my body. For a second I saw a flicker of insanity in his eyes, a deep hunger. And then it was gone, he was back to his normal cold calculating predatory glare. He made no efforts of apologizing, instead he just said in a flat tone. "Don't get worked up. I just had to make sure you weren't wearing a wig and fake breast trying to make a fool out of me." He then reached out his right hand for a handshake. His excuse didn't sound very truthful, but I was in no position to argue. I stepped forward hesitantly and shook his hand. My hand felt tiny in his. He didn't squeeze hard on my hand, just held it firmly, but there was a slightly possessive touch to it. He released my hand, ending the handshake and said. "I will be expecting again this Friday if you wish to get your funds. I will also see to it that you get some sort of fake identity so you can stay in the university." He then sat down, started writing into his computer, threw me a annoyed glance that seemed to ask why I was still there. "You are dismissed." He said forcefully. I turned and left, still shaken. I had to focus my mind on walking so I wouldn't stumble. * * * * * * * The Director felt his heart throb, watching that perfect piece of ass walk out of his office. He had definitely felt some reaction in his body. This girl made him incredibly horny. He found it weird considering he knew that she wasn't really a girl but a man in a body of a woman. For a short moment he had succumbed to his lust. He found it harder and harder to control himself. Unable to release his sexual tensions, he had started losing control more often. But luckily he had snapped out of it. He didn't worry about being sued for sexual assault or for the welfare of the girl. He just liked to be in control of things and this included his own body too. He would not be humping some girl with a limp dick. That was not manly. He would first cure his problem and then he would ravage and plow like never before. Oh the day his problem would be cured, the earth would tremble with the aftershocks. He had already compiled a list of women he would fuck if his manhood was fully functional once again. This new girl had just made it on the top of his list. And not only that, but she seemed to have awakened something in him. He had felt a slight tingle in his penis when she had walked close to him. He would put it to the test. He would continue meeting and observing her. If she was the key to curing him, he would use her however needed. The project she was working on and that had changed her was also pretty impressive. But prior to the meeting, the Director had asked for an expert opinion, and there seemed to be little chance that the result was intentional. An accident had led to this result and the great instability made the project too risky. He would use the project as a means to pressure Jack Lachance to meet his own needs. And for that he needed to delay the project. He was not interested in giving the student even a slight chance of returning to his former body, not when there was a chance that her new body could cure him of his erectile dysfunction. * * * * * * * Things had not gone as well as I had expected. I was still a bit shaken about the director grabbing me, my breasts. He tried to disguise it as a need to check upon my identity or whatnot but I had seen the wild look in his eyes. When I would go to meet him again, I would try to get someone to accompany me, I did not want to meet him alone again. I made my way towards my dorm. I was really hungry and I had some food there. I didn't want to go to the cafeteria yet. I would try to avoid people as long as I could. And I really hoped that my roommate would not be in the dorm yet. I reached the dorm with no problems. When I entered my room I had to doubled back out of the door and check the room number. It couldn't be my room. There was none of my stuff there, the drawers were all pulled out and empty. But the number 69 on the door and Matt's stuff lying around in the room confirmed that it was indeed my room. I had been robbed! As if I didn't have enough problems already. I now had nothing left but the clothes on my back. But the theft was really odd. All of Matt's stuff was still there. What kind of robber would take only my things? Maybe it was some Matt's friend. But speculating was no use, I was in trouble, I had lost my body earlier and now I had lost all my possessions. I felt tears start to form in my eyes but I quickly wiped them away when I heard footsteps in the hallway. They were quite loud, the kind high heeled shoes make. The footsteps came closer until they reached my door. A stunning platinum blonde stood at the doorway. I recognized her. It was the woman that used to be the Directors secretary. What was she doing here? "Ah, you're here! I was just looking for you. Come along now, we've got a lot to do this evening!" I just stood there, staring. She really was beautiful. But all I could think of was that I had just been robbed. "Come now, I haven't got all evening!" To that I could hear myself weakly mumble "Robbed..." "What?" She asked because my voice had not carried fully to her. "My stuff, gone, all gone, I've been robbed" "Robbed?!" She was confused for a second. "Ah, you mean your stuff? We threw most of that junk away. I was told you would be needing a new identity, that's why I am here, so hurry up and come along," she grabbed me by my arm and I let myself be escorted out. There was a limousine waiting in front of the building. She headed straight towards it and when the driver opened the door, she pushed me inside and followed me in. The doors banged shut and the car started off. "What? Who? Why?" I managed to ask. I was confused as hell. I had been too disoriented to make sense of the situation. She sensed my confusion and tried to ease my mind. "The Director contacted me and explained me your unique situation. I am here to give you a new identity so you can continue your research. Since you are a girl now, your old stuff is of no use and I must say it was all pretty tasteless anyway. So I had it thrown away. We're going shopping now so you can play out your new identity." When she explained the last part she had a twinkle in her eye. I did not like where this was going. It was not as if I planned to stay in this new body a day longer than I had to. Though, I had to agree that my old clothes really did not fit me any longer. I was shorter and my body proportions were different. So I guess it really was necessary to get me some new clothes. I would try to get some conservative clothes and be done with it. I probably would need a bra too. I remembered the jiggling from this morning when I jumped out of my bed, the bouncing when I walked into that teacher and the grabbing sensation from the directors hands. I would have to get a pair of those sports bras so that my breasts would not distract me from my work and would keep unwanted eyes from ogling at my breasts. Not having nipples show through my shirt would certainly help some with that. The drive lasted about ten minutes. The blonde was seated across from me and most of the drive she just stared at me with a piercing apprehensive glare. I averted my eyes from her, only stealing glances now and then. Every time she caught my eyes I averted my eyes and she smiled a little. At one occasion where she caught my eyes, she spoke. "I believe I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Lisa. I work for the Director, though I can't specify what exactly I do for him." "I'm Jack," I managed to say. "Yes I know, I saw your file. We'll have to pick a new name for you later though." The car slowed down and stopped then. "Ah, it seems we've arrived," Lisa said after glancing out of the window. I looked out of the window too. We had driven to the commercial district. To my horror the car had stopped in the street with the most expensive and exclusive shops. The door opened and the driver helped us out. "Wait here George. It might take a while, so you can go stretch your legs," Lisa said to the driver. He replied "Yes, Madam!" Lisa took me by the arm and guided me towards a lingerie shop. The shop window was full of sexy lingerie. There were no signs of any conservative bras or sports bras. There were also no price tags but I had no doubt that this shop was way beyond my means. I only had around 500 credits in my back pocket and around 1000 credits in the bank. This money was meant for food. There were a few other customers in the shop. All of them were above average looking. Seeing all the bras and panties around me made me extremely uncomfortable. But I kept looking around, hoping to find something more conservative. I also tried to find price tags but there were none. This was the first shop I'd been to where there were no price tags. The idea seemed strange. Did the customers not care about the prices? A shop assistant came to us, she had a practiced smile on her lips, the kind shop assistants always wear. She recognized Lisa and her smile changed, it reached her eyes now. She was quite pretty. She was in her mid thirties, with a nice lean body, appealing curves and dark brown hair. "Hi Lisa! Nice to see you again! What brings you here?" Lisa smiled back and answered "Today I've brought this young lady." She pointed at me. "She is in dire need for something "proper" to wear," she finished with a sly smile. The shop assistant studied me with her eyes. She was so intense about it that it started to bother me. "She is quite a find. Her clothes fooled me at first but she really is something." She said after eyeing me up and down. "What are your measurements dear?" She asked me. "Measurements?" I asked slightly confused. "Your chest size, waist, hips, you know." The assistant explained. "Ohh," I blushed. "I.. I don't know.." "You don't know? We'll have fix that!" She grabbed me by my arm and we started towards the back of the shop to an adjoining room. Lisa laughed and said "I'll look around while you have your fun." Once in the room, she took out a soft ruler and waited, glaring at me expectantly. The assistant seemed a bit too elated. I understood what she wanted. I blushed at the thought of undressing with a pretty stranger in the same room. I had 3 full length mirrors around me. The assistant looked really impatient, so I decided to comply. I took off my sweater. This left me in my t-shirt and my baggy pants. The t-shirt felt too tight with my new breasts and my nipples were visible through the shirt. I was undressing rather slowly because I was admiring my reflection from the mirror. Apparently the long wait was too much for the shop assistant. She almost assaulted me and "helped" me out of the rest of my clothes. She was so quick about it that before I realized, I was standing there naked. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and I felt myself go horny. If I would've been a man I would have been rock hard. But now I just felt a sense of emptiness, a tingling sensation in my stomach and heat on my skin. Then the assistant started measuring me with the ruler. She touched my naked body in the process. It was apparent that she was also impressed with my body and was using measuring as an excuse to take advantage of me. Her hands were fondling my breasts. I felt my body go hotter and hotter. The sensation of having a sexy woman touch me like that was mindblowing. The spectacle in the mirror was even more intense. It was almost out of a lesbian porn movie. The skin on my breasts was extremely sensitive and was creating overwhelming feelings in me. The assistant was massaging, coupling and squeezing my breasts. I just let her do as she pleased. Firstly, she was so hot that I was kind of enjoying the attention she was giving me. Secondly, seeing my own body being fondled in the mirror was even more thrilling. And lastly, thirdly, I had no strength left in me to resist her. With all these sensations and emotions overloading my mind, I felt strength sap from my body. I felt my knees going weak and I had to focus all my will just to stay upright. This is how Lisa found us many minutes later. She had a wide grin on her face as she remarked "Enjoying yourself are you?" She added "Can you tell me her measurements? I found the perfect underclothes for her." The shop assistant looked around, searching for the ruler. She had completely forgotten about measuring me and instead spent all the time sexually harassing me, not that I had really minded it all that much. It had been quite pleasurable after all. It was just that my brain kept telling me that it was wrong. The assistant now started measuring me hastily, in a well practiced way. "I'm sorry about earlier, you just have such a sexy body, I just couldn't help myself." She told me, with no hint of sincerity in her voice. She clearly was not sorry. "She really does have a remarkable body. Let's go get something to spice it up even more." Said Lisa from the doorway. "No need to get dressed. Just wait here, we'll be right back." Lisa said to me. Lisa then asked the assistant to come with her and they disappeared through the door to the shops main area. To Be Continued...