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Maggie's Secret's Secret This story is purely fiction. No corporations or names represent real people or companies in any way. I appreciate all story reviews to help me become a better writer or, from a purely selfish perspective, make me want to continue writing. If you like the story I've written numerous others that you might want to read. You can search for all my stories by using the 'author search' and typing in the author, 'Want2BaGirl'. I hope you enjoy. Part One - The Opportunity I recently received a very strange email: To: Want2BaGirl Subject: Opportunity for you Dear Want2BaGirl, Our researchers and marketing analysts recently discovered your story submissions on FictionMania. In particular, we found your 'autobiographical' stories of, Why I want to be a Female, and When a Wish Comes True, to be very insightful into your personal character and desires. It's for this reason we are reaching out to you, as we believe you might prove to be an exceptional fit for our new research program. If you could provide a phone number, we'd like to establish a time to call you about this opportunity. Sincerely, Anne Banks, VP of Product Design and Scientific Research, MS Corporation Normally I'd simply discard an email like this as SPAM or some type of phishing scheme, but what really intrigued me was the level of detail. This was no automatically generated email as it had specifics about things I'd written. I was a little taken aback, as I've tried to anonymize myself as best I could. TG fiction writers are generally not well received anywhere, with the exception of specialized websites like FictionMania. To protect myself, I created a Google Voice number and sent my reply. Less than an hour later I received a meeting request from Anne Banks. She would call me at 10:00 am that day. I looked at the clock and it was 9:37 am. I admit I was very skeptical. Was this some sort of Craigslist-like hoakster just trying to get my information or sell me oceanfront property in Colorado? At 10:00 am sharp my Google Voice phone rang. "Hello, this is Anne Banks. I was hoping to connect to the author of some stories I referenced in my email." "That would be me." "I'm aware how my email and call may appear to you, and I'll only ask you for more details about yourself should you agree to participate in my research program." "I appreciate that very much." "So, let's begin then. As I mentioned, my name is Anne Banks, and I'm the Vice President of product design and scientific research for a very popular and lucrative clothing company. I'll not disclose the name of the company until we can come to an agreement and non-disclosures are signed. I hope you understand." "I understand. Please continue." "I'm sure you're wondering why my analysts identified you as a potential candidate, and, that we've been reading your stories on FictionMania. Let me begin by giving you a little background. Our clientele purchases our expensive clothing to align with our corporate image and marketing. In essence, our marketing makes our clients believe that by wearing our clothing they'll look more attractive, be sexier, and garner physical attention. We sell this image by using models that far exceed the normal looks of the average client. The problem we've run into is that some of our most popular models are generally prima donnas and can be hard to work with. They're VERY expensive to maintain from a salary and benefits perspective, and these costs can account for over fifty percent of our entire annual budget. In this world of online buying and competitors that can be operating on a shoestring from their home basements, our company's profits have been sagging. Over the last several years, it's been my job to find a solution. I believe we're on the cusp of transforming our business. Now, what I'm going to tell you will sound a little like science fiction, but trust me, it's as real as the sixty million dollars we've invested to make it a reality. Let me summarize this again. Our profit margins are shrinking. Some of our models are often self-centered, conceited, hard to work with, and cost us a ton of money. To rectify this, we need models, of at least the same caliber, that'll accept far less salary, and be grateful, and thus, easy to work with. Which brings us to you and your stories." She paused for a moment as if she was gathering courage. "I requested my analysts find people that have the right mindset to take part in our research. We've identified that certain members of the TG community might be the most amenable and responsive to our proposition. I've carefully read and re-read all of your submissions on FictionMania to date. What drew me to you, above all other authors submitted to me by my team of analysts, was your autobiographical stories. In those, you provided deep insight into why you'd choose to be female if you could. May I ask you a question?" "Of course." "If you had the opportunity to have your wish to become a woman come true, but, in order to, you had to agree to a ten-year work contract with a modest salary and benefits, would you be interested?" I thought about this for a moment. I was still safe in that this 'Anne' person really didn't know who I was. Aside from my stories, I'd never verbally spoken to anyone of my desire to be female. If I said yes, I'd be telling the first real person my deepest, darkest secret ever. "Anne, if I actually had that kind of opportunity, I'd do it without hesitation." "Then, based upon the information I've provided you, and your response, I'd like to proceed with a non-disclosure. I can send that for you to review via email. If you agree, then you can sign it and email it back to me. The non-disclosure will allow us to tell you who we are, give us a chance to get to know you better, show you what we've got in mind, and discuss contract options. If all goes well, you'd be the first such agreement for our company." "I'll review and get the non-disclosure back to you right away. I admit, I'm intrigued." With that, we said our goodbyes and I began watching my email. It was lunchtime when the email came in and I eagerly pounced on it. I read through and there was nothing out of the ordinary. It covered the basics, saying that I'd not disclose any company secrets, and in turn, they wouldn't share any of my private information. Their side was already signed, so all I needed to do was put my name, address, and signature. It still didn't disclose the company name but that would be added later as an addendum. I shrugged, feeling that if it was all an elaborate hoax, at least I wasn't giving them money or my bank account information. I signed it and emailed it back. Later that afternoon I received another call on my Google Voice number. "Hello, Jim. This is Anne again. I see we've got a signed agreement between us, so I was hoping we could continue our conversation. Do you mind me calling you Jim?" "Jim's my name, so it's fine. Please continue." "Since we've got the non-disclosure in place, I think it's safe for me to tell you now who we are. I work with Maggie's Secret. I'm sure you're well aware of our marketing and stores. Let me give you some details on the contract. If you're still amenable after that, we'll talk about next steps. As mentioned before, we'd like to contract with you for ten years. You'd receive room and board, have a clothing allowance, health benefits, and modest salary of forty thousand euros per year with a slight increase year over year for cost of living adjustments. The contract will state that you'll not disclose corporate secrets for the rest of your life, nor sue Maggie's Secret if any undue harm should come to you as part of the research. If we, as part of your routine daily work, were to do something that harmed you, not associated with the research, then you'd have the freedom to take action against us. I'm sorry I've got to go through so much of the legal stuff, Jim. It's just procedure, and this is a very important project for our company. How does this all sound to you?" I was currently between jobs, so having a contract for forty thousand euros per year and all the additional benefits sounded good to me. I was still unclear about the 'research.' "Anne, the terms you speak about seem generous and would be acceptable to me. However, I'm still not entirely sure what the 'research' is all about." "I'll admit, Jim, that there could be some risk to you. We believe the risk is small. Our research involves a genetically programmed virus that's designed to rewrite your genetic code, replace your cells, and change your gender." "You're telling me that you can make me a woman?" "Not just any woman. A Maggie's Secret model." "Jim, are you still there? Did we get disconnected?" "I'm still here. It's just that I'm having a hard time believing what you're telling me." "I'm so glad you're still there. If you're still interested I can send you a plane ticket to visit our research facility. I believe seeing things in person will help you make a final decision. Do you have a passport?" "Um, sure. Why would I need a passport?" "Because our research facility is located in Romania. Let me get some more details from you and see if we can get you here in the next day or two." Part Two - The Research Facility It was precisely three flights, one helicopter ride, and a total of two days and seven hours later that I met Anne face-to-face in a remote, mountain location of Romania. I was a bit jet-lagged but eager to see and hear all that Anne had spoken about. In a way I'd been worried when I told them I was forty-two years old and slightly overweight. I'd never been a handsome guy, but I was also not the creature from the black lagoon either. "You're sure I'm still the right fit for your research?" "No doubt about it, Jim. Let me show you around." Anne was a very beautiful mid-thirties aged woman with brunette hair and pretty brown eyes. She was slender and had a nice hourglass figure and generous breasts. Overall, she looked young and very pretty. She walked me around the facility, which was quite large and built into the mountainside. The whole facility was pretty much off the grid and even had a small hydroelectric plant to power the facility. Anne walked me from room to room explaining the various purposes of each. As I looked around, every woman I saw was incredibly beautiful. Maggie's Secret made sure even the regular workers extolled the image they represented. She then took me into a conference room and stepped me through a presentation. "Jim, I've read more about your background. Thanks for providing that, by the way. I'm impressed that you happen to have a degree in marketing and economics, and your work history is commendable. You know, many of our models get by purely on their looks, but many, even highly educated ones get cast in a bad stereotype of the typical 'beautiful-but-dumb' category. It would be refreshing and actually, from a marketing perspective, having models express more of their intelligence could help change that stereotype. By doing this we could generate additional sales and cater to new emerging markets that see women as more than just sex toys. Tell me, how did you find yourself without a job?" "It was all part of an executive restructuring. One moment, I was the director of social media and marketing, the next I was looking for work. It's been a rather shameful experience and does nothing for my ego when no one is hiring right now." "Understandable. Hopefully, your loss will be to our mutual gain. With your education, what I'll show you should make some sense." Anne changed the slides on the presentation as she continued on. "Our first experiment involved mice. The key was to create a non-transferable virus that would go inert after it completed its work. When we finally found the right virus, we then created a genetic altering payload. This would rewrite the genes and cells of the mouse while changing its gender. We failed quite a few times until we realized if the organs and parts weren't all there to support the new female gender the creature would die. Don't worry, Jim. We've got that figured out. Here's a picture of a male mouse, and, two hours later, the same mouse, but now female. It was a tremendous victory for us. The transformed mouse functioned perfectly, even retaining its brain function and existing memories. You might ask how we knew its memories remained. We'd trained the mouse to go through a maze. After the transformation, the mouse was able to find its way through the maze in the same time it had before." "Moving on from those tests, we then began work on chimpanzees. We did the gender change test and all went well. We then modified our payload to try modifying the DNA. Our tests were conclusive that we could change a male chimpanzee into a replica of a female chimpanzee. Our final tests were to selectively choose DNA traits from multiple females. So far, all these tests have been successful. What questions do you've?" "Have you ever done this on a human?" "No, Jim. We do, however, feel we're fully ready. If you were to accept the position, you'd be our first." "I'm over six feet tall and likely weigh twice as much as your models. What happens to the excess?" "That's a very good question, Jim. The excess tissue and cells are consumed as energy for the virus. In other words, it's beneficial and produces better results when there is excess cell structure to work with. The reverse process wouldn't work. I couldn't change a 115 pound woman into a 250 pound man. What other questions do you've?" "Is it painful?" "Not at all. We'd have you fully sedated. You'd be asleep before the virus is injected into you and you'd wake the next day, fully transformed." "How would I look?" Anne smiled. "If all goes well, more beautiful than any Mag's, sorry, we all tend to say that here, Maggie's Secret model ever. I can't say much more as the exact details of the DNA makeup have been tied up with our marketing division for months. They've been surveying a global population set to identify the most important characteristics. I think they've been keeping it a secret intentionally." "Where did you get your DNA from?" "Over the past twenty years, we've collected DNA from our models. A hair here, a toothbrush there." "Two more questions." "I'm at your disposal." "Let's assume this works. Would I have to relearn how to walk, talk, or even model?" "Yes and no. You've had no experience modeling and thus this is something new you'd need to learn. Walking, talking, and all regular bodily functions would happen almost immediately, although it may take a few days for your new body to acclimate. Walking in high heeled shoes, would take some practice." "Where do I sign?" Part Three - The Transformation & First Day Things happened pretty quickly from that point on. I signed my life away, in a literal sense, and they started me on a regimen that lowered my immune system as they couldn't have my own body fighting the virus. To do so, they put me in a sterile environment for several days to protect my body from picking up any other ailments. We also worked through the details of closing out my lease of my apartment back in the United States, transferring any belongings I'd need, and selling off any assets I owned that were no longer needed. It was a lot of paperwork, but at the end of the week it was all complete. When the day came for the transformation to occur, they had me strip down so they could attach a variety of sensors. I was then given a sedative and lowered into a water chamber that was the same temperature as my body. I began drifting off to sleep as I saw them injecting the virus into my body. I assumed it was the next day when I woke up in a pleasant hospital-like room. I tried to get up, but found I was strapped down. My movements must have set off an alarm, as a nurse and Anne came to the room right away. The nurse checked my vitals as Anne filled me in. "Good morning, Jim. How are you feeling." "I feel great. My voice sure sounds different. Does it sound to you like I have a Slavic accent?" "Hmmm... Could be, Jim. Might be more secret sauce from our marketing group. You should know, that everything went smooth and the results were well beyond our expectations." "When can I see what I look like?" "In about an hour. We need to wait a little longer for the virus to fully become inert. There may be lingering changes still happening. In the meantime, you'll need to remain restrained. Would you like a sedative?" "No, I'm fine." "Okay, Amy and I'll be back in an hour. Try to rest. I know you're excited to see the results." I lay there trying to feel every part of my body. It was a challenge being strapped down. I was covered in a sheet so I couldn't see much. There were definitely breasts on my chest, but how large I didn't know. I could glance at my hands. They looked so delicate with perfect medium colored skin, as if I was slightly tanned. Possibly even a middle-eastern color. The odd hair drifted in front of my eyes. I'd guess that it was a chestnut color. I tried to shift a little to see if I could deduce anything else about my new body, but it was no use. I stuck out my tongue to try to feel my lips. They felt so smooth. Not huge, but also not thin. Very kissable lips I figured. I ran my tongue over my teeth and I felt none of the crookedness I had before. The hour finally passed after what seemed like two days of laying there. Anne and Amy, the nurse, came in and Amy once again checked various readings on the machines. "She's good to go, Anne. I'll help you with the straps." They unstrapped my wrists and ankles. "Jim, I need you to take this slow and easy. You may initially find yourself off balance." They helped me sit up and I could feel a noticeable weight on my chest. As it turned out, I was in some sort of hospital gown so I still couldn't see myself much. They got my legs over the edge of the bed. I could see my legs from my knees on down. They looked incredibly sexy and smooth. "Okay, Jim. Let's see if you can stand." They supported my arms until my feet touched the floor. "Oww. My feet hurt." "I'm guessing that'll pass in a few days, Jim. In a way, you've got brand new feet. Your skin has never touched the floor before, and it'll take some time to build up callous to strengthen the skin. In a way, you're like a big baby, fresh from the womb." Ignoring the pain, I took my first steps. I was a little uncoordinated at first, but I quickly got the hang of things. "Jim, we need to get you washed up. I don't want you to see yourself until we can get any excess cells off of you. Your hair is all matted and greasy looking." I nodded. "Amy and I'll help you in the shower." They walked me down to another room where there was a bathroom with a shower. The mirrors were frustratingly covered so that I couldn't see myself. I estimated that I must have been about five foot ten since Anne was around five-six and I was still taller than her. My body felt lean, graceful, and light. Amy started the shower and made sure the water pressure was low and the temperature was just right. Amy and Anne removed their clothing. This shocked me that they'd do that in front of a man they didn't know. I guess I needed to start thinking of myself as a woman now. I admit I was still aroused by the sight of them both, as they were very beautiful women. Amy was much younger than Anne, probably in her early twenties. She was taller than Anne, maybe an inch shorter than me, and had long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes that I found myself getting lost in. She was lean and fit yet had all the right curves in the right places. As I looked upon them both I realized that my feelings of arousal weren't quite the same. I'd normally have had an erection by now, but this body just sort of felt warm all over. "In you go, Jim." They untied my gown and I watched it fall to the floor. I now had my first view of my breasts from a top down perspective. They were large, but not huge. Possibly somewhere between a C and a D cup. It was difficult to gauge. Amy and Anne guided me into the shower. The water, even though it was low pressure, stung my skin. Amy got some special soap and gently began washing me down while Anne started on my hair. I tried hard to control my thoughts and be professional about it, but my professionalism eluded me as I became more and more aroused. Amy's light touch over my breasts, legs, and between my legs sent wave after wave of pleasurable feelings coursing through my new body. Anne had been shampooing my hair, which was long enough to reach the small of my back. Amy was periodically brushing herself against me. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not. Amy began soaping me between my legs and butt. Her slow deliberate motions caused a sensory overload on me. I suddenly gasped and began shaking in a most powerful orgasm. I stammered I was sorry. Anne and Amy said it was okay and was to be expected, although I got the impression that at least Amy was getting excited as well. When my body was thoroughly clean, they led me back out of the shower. They toweled me off and then dried themselves. Amy got a blow dryer and worked with a brush to finish up my hair while Anne got dressed. Anne took over so Amy could get dressed. After about fifteen minutes they declared my hair clean and dry and they led me over to a full length mirror. "Are you ready, Jim?" "Yes!" They pulled the towel from the mirror and I stood totally transfixed. Whatever DNA they had used was perfect. I'd large eyes with bright blue irises giving me an almost angelic look. A perfect nose and mouth with full and sensual lips. High cheekbones and flawless skin. My face and skin was beyond perfection. My hair was indeed chestnut colored. Dark, but with hints of red. It was lush, shiny, and full. I'd almost suggest I looked like a slightly darker skinned, exotic woman, yet still fair in coloring. I was hard to describe, which made my look even more unique and breathtaking. My breasts were large and not a hint of sag in them. I was tall, my guess was right, somewhere near five-ten. A very thin waist, a pronounced hourglass figure with nice hips. I even had a hint of abs suggesting I had a low fat percentage. My legs were long and gorgeous. My thighs did not touch and guided my eyes to a beautiful new, hairless womanhood. I was tall, lean, and flawless in every way. If the Maggie's Secret models were tens, then I was a fifteen. I was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. "Unbelievable." Was all I could say. Anne and Amy nodded. "The Marketing team definitely outdid themselves. You're the culmination of years of research and millions of dollars of science and it shows. You're breathtaking. Every woman will want to be you and every man will want you." Amy chimed in, "I think every woman will want you too." I blushed and Anne looked at Amy with an 'I know what you're thinking' look. "Let's get you in some clothing, some makeup, and we'll do up your hair better so we can get a few pictures and send them off to Marketing. Over the next several hours, I was sized, fitted, had my hair done, manicure, pedicure, and handed over to a makeup artist. They took me into a studio to get some photos. The photographer nearly dropped his camera when he saw me. This was surprising since he photographed gorgeous women all day long. They had me positioned in some basic poses and snapped some photos. Additional photos were taken for a new identity and passport before they had me do a few more modeling ones. This was my first 'modeling' experience and I didn't want to read too much into it, but there appeared to be a harshness to the way I was treated by the production crew of the shoot. At one point one of them got irritated with me about a pose they were asking me to do. I'd no idea what the pose was and the man said, "Great! Another girl with all the looks and no brains!" My body was tired from the transformation, I was hungry, and I was running a little low on patience having been shuffled around from spot to spot without even having a chance to absorb my own situation. I snapped back at him. "I'm not a mind reader. I've never stepped foot in a studio like this and I've no idea what the specific pose is you're requesting. If you'd be a little more considerate and explain what you want, I'd be happy to oblige." "Listen, girlie. I don't get paid to train you to do your job, I get paid by the photo. If you want to advance in this industry, I'd be happy to provide you some one-on-one training after hours, if you understand what I'm trying to suggest." Anne pulled me aside as she saw me starting to get upset. She whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry, Jim. It's not just some of our top models that can be prima donnas. We also have quite a few production staff and management that can be like this. I should've given you a few to help you acclimate to your new body and provide a little training before sending you to the wolves." "It's all right, Anne. I understand you've got timelines and schedules to keep, and I could've studied modeling more before I got here. It's not your fault. I just want you to know, that I'm still me inside this body, and I won't put up with mistreatment of myself or anyone else. I'll always be professional though." "And I wouldn't want you to be any different. I really hope you keep a semblance of yourself through all of this. The other girls could very well turn to you as a role model for them. It's a tough industry and more often than not, our less-than-supermodels take more abuse than anyone deserves. They may be beautiful on the outside, but inside they come away from this career with feelings of unworthiness and lacking self-esteem. It's something I have a heart to change but I'm not in the right position to do so." She turned to the production crew. "We've got enough for now. Thank you all." Anne took my arm in hers and walked me back towards her office. I was trying hard to come to grips with everything. I was living out my fantasy, yet I'd so little time to adjust. Some people might think everything would be wonderful the second the transformation was complete, but my reality was somewhat different. Don't get me wrong, as I was ecstatic that I was now a woman. For me, everything was new. Every touch and feeling I needed to relearn. Growing up as a man, I just lived with having bits dangling between my legs. It became second nature to me and oftentimes I'd forget about my body all together as I did my work. Now, everything was fresh. Every smell seemed new, and every movement my body made caused my entire mind to focus on the feeling of that movement. The sway of my hips, the jiggle of my breasts, the touch of my hair against my neck, would make me pause at each sensation. I realized this would slowly become normal to me, but at the moment I was in sensory overload. I thought about the mouse Anna had told me about earlier; the one that had been trained to go through the maze. In a way, I was like that mouse. I'd been trained my entire life to do certain things and behave a certain way. Yet now I needed to unlearn much of what had been ingrained in me. For example, going to the bathroom; I automatically reached for the men's room door. The first time, I didn't even think about it until I saw some guy standing at the urinal. I was overthinking subtle things, like Anne's arm in mine. I was aware of our close proximity and her touch, but was she just being nice? Is this the way women normally acted with each other? Was I embarrassed to be walking down the hallway arm-in-arm with another woman like I would have been as a man walking arm-in-arm with another man? My mind was exhausted by all of these thoughts and feelings. Back at Anne's office she closed the door behind us and looked me in the eyes. "In all our tests, I never thought about what it must have been like for our test subjects. How're you doing, Jim?" I explained to her how I was feeling overwhelmed at the moment. "Anne, I'm so grateful for what you've done for me. I'm going to need to learn everything about being a woman and unlearn what it was to be a man. I'm feeling things deeper and seeing things through new filters. I know that when a baby is forming in the womb, the testosterone in a male fetus severs connections between the hemispheres of the brain. If you think about it, men can easily display extreme emotions about something, then the logical side of the brain kicks in and tells the emotional side enough is enough. They can let go of the strong emotion and move on to do what they need to do. This transformation must have reconnected my hemispheres. My emotions feel like they're tied to my memories and decision making ability. It's as if I'm suddenly being driven by emotion rather than logic." "I never thought about the consequences of what such a transition would do to someone. I need to make sure you've got time to adjust and absorb all these things. How're you feeling, emotionally?" "All my life I was raised in a culture that women are the weaker sex. It was dictated to me that, my role as a man, was to provide for and protect women, to offer them security, comfort, and to cherish them. I did that because it was expected of me. However, deep down, I've always wanted to be the one being held, cared for, and protected. I had to set my personal desires aside as they weren't culturally acceptable. It was emotionally and physically draining on me. Some research suggests that TG men actually have a slightly different brain function and chemistry than 'normal' men." I looked into Anne's eyes, unable to hold back my tears. "I feel incredibly fragile, right now. All I want is to curl up in someone's arms and be held. To feel that security and comfort." I turned away from Anne. "I'm sorry, Anne. Maybe it's just me trying to get used to these new hormones. I'll get over it." Anne put her hand gently on my shoulder and turned me around to face her. She placed her hands on my cheeks, her thumbs wiped at my tears. She pulled my head to her shoulder and held me tight, her hand caressed my head. "I'm here for you, Jim. I won't let anything happen to you." She kissed my forehead. Her gentle touch made me feel she was almost being motherly. In a way, it was her research that gave birth to me. I felt comforted by her touch. "You're a very special young lady, Jim. I know now we chose the right person for the job. I'll take you to your room for the night so you can have time to be by yourself. I'll have some food sent up. Everything will be alright. Tomorrow, we'll take you to your new apartment in Zurich, Switzerland." When I got to my room and after my dinner, I undressed and stood looking at myself in front of the mirror. I took time to touch and feel every part of my body, starting with my face and working down. For some reason I didn't feel like pleasuring myself. It could've been that my mind was too overloaded to focus on sexual desire, or that I now needed some emotional tie to make me want to have a sexual release. Either way, I was happy to be alone with myself. I ran my fingers through my long, silky hair, closing my eyes to focus on the feel of the strands as they slid easily over my fingers. I stared at my large, blue eyes and examined every pore on my new face. I smiled at myself, exposing perfectly aligned and white teeth, framed by lush, full red lips. I had slight dimples when I smiled that, I felt, made me look adorable. If I could describe my face it would be 'angel meets girl next door.' They'd left me some clothes for tomorrow, and a nightgown for tonight. I ran my small, delicate, feminine, manicured fingers over the fabric of the nightgown. It was white, almost transparent, and so beautiful and silky. The top and bottom were edged with filmy lace. This is what I'd wanted all my life. To be a young woman and able to wear such beautiful things. I've always wondered why many women didn't take advantage of wearing dresses and having long hair. I understood the practicality of having short hair, but, in my opinion, women were specially created with beauty in mind and these things were uniquely theirs. I slipped on the nightgown and looked at myself in the mirror once more. My chestnut hair fell across my shoulders and down my back. The nightgown clung to my body and hugged every curve. The gown was shorter than I expected, only going to mid-thigh enhancing the sexiness of the look. My nipples could be partially seen through the fabric, hinting at the wonders the lay beneath. I twirled in front of the mirror, my smile beaming. It took me a while to fall asleep. In some small way I was worried that if I slept I'd wake up to being my old self and this had been nothing more than a wonderful dream. When I did finally succumb to sleep, I slept soundly and woke around 9:00 am the next morning. Part Four - Day Two - I'm Still a Woman When I woke, I quickly checked to make sure I was still a woman and was pleasantly surprised to see I was. I got up and checked myself out in the mirror again. This morning felt so much different than yesterday, as I was immediately aroused by the beauty I saw before me. A knock came at the door and I opened it to see Amy standing there. "Jim, you look amazing! I just came by to check up on how you're doing. Do you need anything? Anything at all? How do you feel? Do you mind if I check you out? Do you need help in the shower?" It was clear to me I was generating quite the sexual response from Amy. She was flushed and breathing quickly. "I'm feeling great. Come in." "I just need to check your vitals. Is that okay?" "Yes." "Why don't you sit on the bed for me?" I sat on the bed, my nightgown barely covering my thighs. Amy let out a deep breath as if she was trying to focus. She pulled out her stethoscope and pulled the fabric of my nightgown aside slightly to press it up against my exposed skin of my chest. The cold of the metal gave me goosebumps and made my nipples become sensitive and erect. "Breathe deeply for me." As I took in a deep breath, my breasts pushed up and into contact with her warm hand. The touch made my breath catch. "Good heartbeat. Let me check your eyes." She leaned in close and stared into my eyes and flicked a flashlight beam at them. I could feel her warm, sweet breath against my lips. There was no question I was getting aroused and I was sure Amy was too. "That's good enough for now. I'll need a more thorough physical from you soon. Did you want help in the shower?" I wanted to say yes but I reached out and took her hand in mine. "I'm okay for now, Amy. Thank you. Tell me, Amy, how did you wind up here as doctor? You could easily have been a fitness model. You look quite young to be a doctor." I watched Amy blush at my comments. "For one, I'm not a doctor, or even a nurse yet. I finished my education early and went into university for physical fitness certifications. That led me to take many health and nutrition classes. Anne found me a few years ago when I was sort of floundering in my career. I guess she saw something special in me and took me under her wing to help guide my education and be a sort of quasi-medical research nurse. I've been very grateful for the opportunities she's given me. Seeing your transformation has been the highlight of my life so far. To be here to witness history in the making is such an amazing dream. I've very much appreciated your kind and gentle ways and letting us learn from your experience. I find it all quite touching. Listen, I'd love a chance to talk more but we need to get going for the day. If you need any help, just let me know. We'll meet in Anne's office at 10:00 am for some breakfast. See you there!" I showered and enjoyed the extra chance to be by myself for a bit. There was nothing like a shower to help me explore my body further. I came out of the shower more aroused than when I went in. I used a blow dryer on my hair. It took quite a while to dry, but when it did, it was silky and beautiful, with a nice light natural curl in it. The clothing they'd left me the night before consisted of a blouse and pair of jeans and a dress. I gathered they wanted me to have a choice. I chose the dress, even though I was tempted to see what I looked like in a pair of tight fitting jeans. I met Anne and Amy in Anne's office. "You look beautiful, Jim." "Thank you for the dress, and for everything, Anne. I feel much better this morning. Do you think, perhaps, I should have a different name?" "You'll be getting your new name tomorrow when we meet up with Marketing. Until now, we can continue calling you Jim, if that's all right with you. It's just going to be the three of us today so you won't have to worry." "That's fine. What's on the agenda for the day?" "Breakfast first, then we'll fly to Switzerland and get you set up in your new apartment. Here are some shoes that'll match that dress. They have a slight one inch heel to them. We need to get you used to wearing heels and now is the best time since your muscles are still adapting." I slipped them on my feet and was pleased as to how well I did walking around the room in them. "They feel good." "Let's see what you think of them by the end of the day." After breakfast, we used a private jet to fly to Switzerland. It was good it was a private jet because at this point I had no identification and wouldn't be able to board a regular flight. The apartment turned out to be very pleasant. Not huge, but not small either. It was modern, well appointed, and the marketing team, having already determined my size and shape, had prepared a full wardrobe for me. I got settled in and we determined that I should take in an afternoon run with Amy to test my endurance level. Later that evening I'd have my first 'being a woman' lesson with Anne. In the wardrobe I found running shoes and a complete set of running tights and exercise bra. With my hair being so long, I would need to do a double ponytail to keep it from being too distracting. Amy seemed more than happy to help me with it. My feet were still sore, but the running shoes were well padded and comfortable. Amy looked exceptionally cute in her running gear and with her extremely fit and trim body I didn't need much of an incentive to try to keep up with her. The plan was to run a leisurely three miles. As I started out, I found myself a little off balance and awkward but quickly fell into a rhythm. It was so nice not to run with stuff between my legs. I tried running years ago and always chafed and felt uncomfortable. Now, the things I noticed the most were the way my breasts bounced up and down and how my ponytail thumped against my back. The feeling was more exhilarating than distracting. I was surprised when we reached the turn-around point that I wasn't breathing hard. My feet were hurting, but I took that as a good sign I was building callus on them. Amy wiped a bit of sweat from her brow and casually leaned against me for a stretch. Her touch was like an electric current running through my body, heating me up from the inside. I was greatly enjoying the close contact and was more than a little disappointed when she let go. "Shall we go a little faster on the way back, Jim? If you beat me back to your apartment, I'll take you out to dinner, my treat. If I win, you give me a massage." "I figure either way, I win. But I'm starved, so I hope you're ready to buy me dinner." Amy winked at me and took off running. I ran after her and with my slightly longer legs quickly caught up. We were neck and neck until the apartment came into view and I kicked it into high gear leaving Amy trailing behind. I was standing at my door when she finally arrived. "I've got a few questions for the marketing team. You're not even breathing hard!" "I guess it's the new lungs I have. Besides, I'm famished. I hope you don't mind if I change into something a little more comfortable for dinner?" "I saw a nice leather miniskirt in your wardrobe. I bet that would be comfortable for you. You can try some higher heeled shoes too. Maybe even some fishnet stockings, and a low cut blouse?" Her eyes hinted that she'd very much like to see me in that outfit. "Okay, but don't tell anyone I dressed up for you." "I'll meet you back here in an hour." "An hour? I might die of hunger before that." "Then I'd be forced to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, which wouldn't be such a bad thing. See you in an hour!" I went into my apartment and had a quick shower. I noticed how smooth my legs and skin were. I sort of expected to have to shave them once a week or so. I dug through the available clothing that had been left for me and found the clothing Amy was referring to and put them on. The miniskirt was very short and I'd have to be very careful of how I sit. I decided this would be a learning experience for me. The bra I chose had a slight push-up to it, making my generous breasts have even more cleavage. I found some three-inch heeled black pumps to wear as well. I was a little wobbly on them and my feet were starting to get even more tender. I tried my hand at applying some eyeliner and tested a few colors of lipstick until I found a color I liked on me. I even attempted to do something a little different with my hair by pushing one side off and over my ear. Overall, I felt I did an adequate job. I found some jewelry, and quickly realized my ears weren't pierced so I focused on a pearl-like necklace and a wrist bracelet. When I felt I was complete, I looked at myself in the mirror and was very pleased with the results. I'd been just in time too as I heard a knock at my door. I opened the door and Amy came inside. "You outdid yourself, Jim! Walk over there and spin around for me." I walked, spun, then in what should've been recorded on America's Funniest Videos, tripped and fell right into Amy's arms, causing us both to collapse onto the couch in a tangle of arms and legs. I started giggling until I realized Amy's thigh was pressing between my legs and my lips were practically touching hers. Her arms were around my waist and one hand was on my butt. I saw her breathing hard and felt her thigh press into me sending waves of pleasurable feelings coursing through my body. I slowly and hesitantly extracted myself from her arms. By the time we were both standing up, we were both flustered and breathing heavily. "I guess that wasn't the most graceful thing I have ever done." Amy laughed and looked me up and down with passion-filled eyes. "I didn't see a thing. Come one, lets go get some dinner before I change my mind and give into temptations." She grabbed my hand and led me to the car. Getting into a car with a short miniskirt and high-heels proved a challenge. Amy smiled as I'm sure I flashed her my panties before remembering to hike down my miniskirt and press my legs together. Amy saw I was a little frustrated with myself so she reached over with her hand and laid it on top of mine. "Don't worry about your little mistakes, Jim. You'll get the hang of it soon so that it'll all be second nature to you. Besides, I'm rather enjoying the view." Her fingers softly stroked the back of my hand sending little shocks through my body. "Here we are. When you get out, try to swing both legs out together and keep your thighs touching, otherwise some passersby will get a very nice perspective of you." I did as suggested and found it worked out quite well, with the exception of gaining my balance on getting out of the car. The restaurant was busy, yet quaint. Every eye in the place was focused on Amy and me when I entered. Women checked out my clothing. Some frowned at my exposed thighs and cleavage. But most, men and women included, were looking at me like I was a slice of the best pie in the world just ready to be devoured. Their gazes left me so incredibly self-conscious that I needed to focus on every step I took to keep from collapsing into a heap on the restaurant floor. We were led to a small booth and Amy squeezed into the seat right next to me even though there was a seat across the table. "You're doing so well, Jim." She whispered and placed a hand lightly on my exposed thigh. Throughout dinner I had a very hard time focusing on my food. Amy continued to gently touch my thigh and her foot rubbed against mine. She would lean close and whisper in my ear and I could feel her breath against the nape of my neck. I was becoming more and more aroused by the minute. "Jim, I read your stories so I think I have some insight into why you wanted to be a woman, but can you tell me what it was like to be a man now that you've some perspective differences?" She bit her lower lip and I could tell she wanted deeper information. "I mean, you had an experience in the shower yesterday, how was that different? Is it better as a woman than as a man?" Now it was my turn to blush. "It's hard to describe the differences, and yesterday's enjoyment was a little spontaneous. I'm not sure that I could safely have a complete opinion yet. I'd need more..." I pictured Amy and myself in bed together and stalled the conversation. Her hand on my thigh felt so nice, her body pressed against mine in the booth. "Anyways, I think you should ask me again in about a week. I'll have more opportunity to provide a 'proper' perspective for you." "Well, I'll hold you to that conversation." She gave my thigh a gentle squeeze. Amy looked at her watch. "Oh my! Time has simply disappeared on us. I need to get you back so that Anne can have her time with you." She paid the bill and we drove back to the apartment. At my door she leaned in and placed her hands against the door on either side of my head. "I had a good time, Jim. Remember, you owe me a complete physical soon." I nodded. "See you soon, cutie." She kissed me on the cheek and headed towards her room leaving me standing there breathing heavily and flushed. Sighing and wondering if I'd enough time to take care of myself, I entered my apartment to see Anne sitting on the couch waiting for me. "Hi Jim! Sorry to be waiting for you in your apartment, but I still had an extra key and wanted to make myself comfortable. You look wonderful. How was your time with Amy? She's a wonderful young lady." I wondered if maybe she was hinting Amy and I should get together. "No problem, Anne. I learned a lot about myself. I figured out how to put on panty hose, which is no small feat and I hold women who wear them in high esteem now. I seem to be a good runner and didn't even get tired after three miles. I'm hungry a lot but can't seem to eat much before I get full. And these shoes, are an accident waiting to happen." "It sounds like you had fun. Do you feel up to some training?" "Yes. I'm eager to learn." "Alright then. Let's talk about movement. I've noticed you're walking similarly to the way you did before your transformation which is to be expected. Your brain has as much motion memory as your body muscles do. You have your shoulders slightly forward and your steps are a little wide. The good news is that your muscles haven't developed any memory yet and this should easily be corrected. I want you to walk the length of the room, but focus on keeping your chin up a little more and your shoulders back. For a regular walk, I want you to concentrate on placing your feet about six inches away from the midline of your body. This will enhance your feminine charms as you walk, but you'll still be well balanced." I walked back and forth a few times and felt my hips sway a little more than normal. "That's much better, Jim. I know with a little effort you'll be walking that way as natural as breathing. Come over here and sit down on the couch." I moved to the couch and plunked myself down. I noted that my knees separated and I gave Anne a view up my skirt before I clamped my knees together. "Not bad, Jim. Here's a suggestion especially when you're wearing something as revealing as that skirt. Before sitting, place your feet right next to each other and keep your back straight as you sit down. Once you're sitting, cross your lower legs to help you keep your thighs together." I tried again and Anne's suggestions helped out a great deal. "I noticed you tried to put on a little makeup, not that you really need any. Let's go into the bathroom and I'll give you a few quick tips." "You'll need to carry a purse to keep a few essentials. I'd recommend some lipstick, eyeliner, eye shadow, and a little blush. Your skin is already flawless so you don't need any foundation." Over the next thirty minutes I received a complete education on how to apply and take off makeup. It would take a little practice, but I felt I would adapt pretty quickly. "Anne, I noticed that my ears aren't pierced. Maybe I should get them done?" "I can do that here if you want. I'll go back to my room and get the ear- piercing gun. You'll want to remove your blouse though, just to be safe." I removed my blouse, miniskirt, and stockings and stood waiting for Anne to return. I felt a little exposed, but I reminded myself that Anne and Amy had helped me shower yesterday and at some point I'd be parading around in lingerie before thousands of people. Anne arrived a few minutes later and had me sit in a chair in the kitchen. She grabbed some ice from the freezer and held it to my earlobe. "This shouldn't hurt much at all as there's not many nerves in that part of the ear lobe. You ready?" "Yes." I felt a sharp pinch on my left ear and that one was done. Anne moved to my right ear. I was so focused on the way her blouse exposed the top of her breasts that I barely noticed she had completed the second ear. I found myself attracted to Anne in an odd way. While I still seemed to desire females sexually, Anne felt more like a sister, or even a maternal figure, however, I was still aroused by a beautiful pair of breasts. She slipped two studs into my ears to keep the holes from healing over. "All done!" "Thank you, Anne!" I stood and gave her a big hug. "I think that's probably all for now, Jim. You need to get a good rest. Amy and I have rooms down the hall in case you need anything. Tomorrow, we'll take you to see the Marketing team." "Thank you for everything! This is better than I ever expected." Anne left the apartment and I was on my own for the second time with my new body. My first stop was to the bathroom to look at myself once more in the mirror. It was like looking at video of an incredibly beautiful woman and I had a hard time believing it was me in the mirror. Every aspect of my face and body were flawless. I looked young too, possibly late teens or early twenties. I wanted to explore myself fully but the first thing to do was to see if there was something to sleep in as I'd prefer exploring myself in bed. I wandered through my apartment and found a sheer nightie in a chest of drawers. It was almost as if the Marketing team had read my mind. I stripped out of my clothing and put it on, practically dancing around the room. I was in heaven. I felt my nipples harden as the smooth silky fabric rubbed against them. I felt my body respond to the sensations with a warm, moist feeling between my legs. I could almost not stand it any longer and was about to head to the bedroom so I could enjoy everything this new body had to offer when a knock at my door sounded. I looked through the peephole to see Amy in a scant negligee standing there. I opened the door for her. "Hi, Jim. I was about to head to bed when I thought I'd check on you one last time. Wow! You look gorgeous! May I come in for a minute?" "Sure." "Being in charge of your health and fitness I'm very intrigued about how you're doing with the changes and, at some point, I'd like to verify your anatomical responses." "I can tell you, Amy, that I've never felt better. I truly feel like I can be the real me. How would you verify my anatomical responses?" "Mmm... I thought you'd never ask." Amy pressed her body against mine and lifted her lips to kiss me. I thought I was ready to explode before, but Amy's kiss fanned the flames of passion within me beyond anything I had ever felt before. She was definitely the aggressor and kissed me passionately. These new lips of mine seemed directly wired to the pleasure center in my brain. We fell into each other's arms as I embraced the passions that erupted within me. It was several hours later that I lay on my bed in the afterglow of the best love making and orgasms I've ever had. Amy put on her negligee, kissed me, and slipped away. I got up and headed to the shower to clean myself up before finally trying to get some sleep. I avoided washing my hair as it was still clean and I didn't want it all wet when I went back to bed. I dabbed myself dry and brushed my teeth, ready to get a good night's rest. I slipped back into the nightgown and now, thoroughly satiated and exhausted, I drifted off to sleep. Part Five - Day Three - My New Name Late the next morning I got up, showered, and tried my best to wash and do something with my hair. Luckily, it came out silky smooth and easy to work with as it had before. I looked through my wardrobe and everything I saw was very feminine and highly revealing. I chose a skirt and top that I thought was perhaps the most professional. I was still me, and just because I was now a beautiful woman didn't mean I wanted to flaunt everything I had everywhere I went. The door knocked and I opened it to see both Amy and Anne. By the way they talked, you could tell Anne knew nothing about Amy's and my escapades last night. I felt drawn to Amy and she seemed as enamored with me as I was her. "Good morning, Jim. I trust you slept well?" "Uhm, yes. It just took a while to get to sleep. It's a lot to absorb. You didn't happen to bring breakfast with you? I'm famished." "We'll stop along the way to the Marketing team. Are you ready to go?" "Yes." Amy let Anne leave first, then when Anne wasn't looking she slipped her hand around me and lightly squeezed my butt and whispered in my ear how that was the best night she'd ever had. I smiled and felt myself lost in her blue eyes again. We stopped off for some breakfast and I was again amazed how quickly I felt full on such a small amount. So many people were staring at me that I found it a little disconcerting. When we arrived at Maggie's Secret's Switzerland office, we were quickly ushered into the boardroom. A team of male and female Marketing executives were there to greet us. "I'm Bob Mathers, Executive VP of Marketing, and this is the Marketing team. Let's get a good look at you. Why don't you stand over here and turn around for us." I sort of felt like I was a cow at an auction and they wanted to check out everything. "Absolutely fantastic! You've turned out far better than we even conceived. Let's go over a few things." "Your new name is Adela Cervenka and you were born in Prague, Czech Republic. Your first name is pronounced 'ahdyella.' The Czech Republic is the hottest emerging model market in the world right now. You're nineteen years of age, which is the average age we start our contracts, even though most girls get into modeling between thirteen and sixteen. We've created a new passport, driver's license, a bank account, and a complete dossier of your history that you'll have to study and memorize by heart. We've gone to great extent to make a background and history for you should anyone choose to dig. We've got school teachers, classmates, neighbors, and doctors all ready to vouch for you. In accordance with your background, we've modified your language processing skills. You should be able to speak and read Czech, and French, and you have a pleasant Slavic accent that so many people are attracted to." "Most women will obtain modeling contracts from age sixteen until thirty, however, we made some adjustments to your DNA that may greatly extend that upper limit age. We've increased your collagen production, which should reduce age-induced wrinkles and thus potentially allow you to keep your looks well into your fifties. We've modified your metabolism to be a little faster than normal and increased your VO2 max. This will help you burn more calories and have reduced fatigue when exercising and modeling. We increased your melanin levels so that you'll always have a healthy, tanned appearance." "I knew you guys did something to her! I couldn't keep up with her on our run yesterday. You owe me a dinner, Jim, I mean, Adela." "There's more. We reduced the size of your stomach to decrease the chance of you overeating and getting fat. We need you to be lean throughout your contract, so we've also reduced the overall percentage of fat cells in your body. As you may be aware, fat cells simply expand, and the fewer you've got, the better the overall look. I noticed how shiny your hair is. Did you wash it this morning?" "Yes, I did." "Did you use conditioner, blow dry it, or curl it?" "No conditioner, but I did blow dry it. Should I use conditioner?" "Not at all. We increased the amount of essential oils in your hair to make it much more manageable. We've very slightly hyper designed your shape. In other words, we've given you a perfect shape that's not easily replicated by surgery or exercise. We need you to be what every woman wants to be, yet something that they couldn't obtain on their own. Your eyes are slightly larger than normal, giving you a more angelic look. Of course, we've given you perfect vision and have scrubbed your DNA for any known genetic disconformities or susceptibility to disease." "For ease of use, for us and for you, we've greatly reduced the number of hair follicles below your neck. You should never have to shave and always have perfectly smooth skin. You can't fathom how much it costs us for wax jobs for the models." "We gave you an exotic appearance with the best traits from every race and nationality. From a marketing perspective, this makes you ideal to be desired by everyone, regardless of culture. We've spent thousands of man hours alone detailing what a perfect woman should look like based upon research with men and women from all around the world." "Finally, we feel a need to protect our investment in you. We knew you were attracted to women, and this suits us just fine. However, we don't want you getting pregnant in case your natural proclivity shifts. To this end we've taken the additional steps to have a medical team standing by to sterilize you tomorrow." "You authorized someone to sterilize me? I'm afraid I won't accept that." "This isn't a matter up for discussion." Anne and Amy appeared visibly upset and Anne spoke up. "That wasn't something that was included in the contract, Bob. I believe a procedure of that nature would've had to be stipulated up front. We can request that this be done, but it's ultimately up to Adela to decide." Bob was clearly not happy. "Anne, you and I will have a side discussion about this. I know that was supposed to be included in the contract. Adela, we'd like you to seriously consider this request." His tone was a mixture of demanding laced with fake pleasantry. "I'll consider it, but right now, I don't wish to have the procedure done. One of the reasons I wanted to be a woman was the ability to have a life form within me. I can tell you that I have no interest at all in men." "I urge you to seriously consider having the procedure. We can wait for your decision until after Monaco in a few weeks. Now, it's good to hear you're not interested in men, but men will be very interested in you. We can't have you mentioning your sexual preferences while in public. We don't want men to be turned off of you in any way. You're to always appear to be available and desirable to one and all." Bob shifted topics, but the look he gave Anne was all daggers. "Amy, have you checked Adela's anatomical function? Is she all woman?" "Uhm, yes. I'd say she is anatomically perfect." She blushed. "Seeing how well she turned out, I think we should start full production on additional models. Adela, take off your clothing so that we can examine you further." I could understand the 'not getting pregnant' concern they have, even if the method they were choosing was extreme. Now, with him asking me to take my clothes off, I was getting really annoyed. "Excuse me? You want me to take my clothes off?" "That's what I said. We need to inspect you more thoroughly." "I'm sorry, but I'll not do that. You contracted with me to be a model for your clothing line, not a prostitute or a stripper. If you want me to parade around in skimpy lingerie, then that's what I was hired to do, and I'll do that. But I won't strip in front of a room full of people." Anne and Amy came to my side and stood protectively by me. "I agree with Adela. This isn't necessary. Your request is downright degrading." Bob just huffed angrily. "Fine. We'll expect her to model for us within the week. We need to make sure she's flawless. We can live with the no stripping thing." Just then a very pretty brunette woman of about thirty-years-old ran into the room. "Sirs, madams! I need to inform you of something urgent!" She stopped next to me and stared. "Whoa! You look amazing!" Bob Mathers became a little exasperated. "Honestly, Heather. Get yourself together. What is it you needed to tell us that's so urgent?" Heather, struggled taking her eyes off of me. "Uhm, oh yes! There's been an accident. The Romanian research facility has been destroyed. A forest fire swept through the area late yesterday and the place is a total loss. Luckily no one was injured, however, I was told to let you know that all of the viruses used, DNA collected, and latest research from the past week have all been totally lost." Bob Mathers let out a huge sigh. Anne looked stunned. "That's it then. We're done. There's no way the board will approve another sixty million dollars to get us to where we were. Adela, you're one very expensive model, and I hope for all of us, you pan out assuming you learn your place. So here's the new plan of action. Anna, you'll now personally oversee Adela's training and getting her up to speed as quickly as possible. I'm holding you accountable for training her in every way to act and be a woman. Amy, I need you to make sure she stays healthy and that there are no unforeseen anomalies. Heather, you're fired!" "What! Why am I fired!" "Because I can't have people like you getting distracted on me." "That's not fair!" "Really, Bob? Look, you've just tasked me with getting Adela up to speed in record time. I can't do this alone. Give me Heather as my administrative assistant. She has modeling experience and her training could be absolutely crucial right now." "Fine, Anna. But I want Adela back here in one week with a full portfolio and to see her walk the runway in the skimpiest lingerie possible. We need to make sure she is ready for Monaco in three weeks and doesn't freak out by wearing next to nothing in front of a crowd." "I'll do my best." "No, Anna. You'll make it happen. We've no choice now." As the four of us left, Heather turned to Anna. "I get to work with you and Adela? This is so exciting!" "Focus, Heather. Focus." "Anna, I'm sorry if I caused a problem in there. Words can't tell you enough of how grateful I am to be working with you. I'm sorry about the research facility and all your hard work." "No, Jim, I mean Adela. You're right. You're not property owned by Mag's. You've got a modeling contract. In a way, I'm sort of glad the place is destroyed." "Why? All of your work is gone!" "Adela, if nothing else happens, I'm proud that my research produced you. You're perfect, in more ways than one. What would've happened if they started mass producing models like you? The world's standards would be ruined. The world can handle one of you, but, honestly, I don't think it could handle more. Us