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There was a new message sat at the bottom of his inbox. His actual, real name was written in bold letters, which was very odd because that had not been the name that he had registered under, there followed; "How would you like to be one of YOUR bimbos in REAL LIFE?" Worried about how his private details had got out, and fully expecting some garbled crap and a dodgy website link within the message, he opened it. He had security on his computer and wasn't afraid of crappy link. Would it be an advert for a cross-dressing service maybe, he wondered? At the top of the page were his real name and his username for the website, but it quickly became clear that this was no simple phishing email. The layout was much more professional, there were no giveaway 'typos' and it looked very clinical. There were pictures of scientists, researchers and complicated-looking medical hardware and the logo read "Waverley Biotech." The text was clearly laid out, and well written. "Dear ******, We have a truly remarkable opportunity for you to participate in a research study which we think you will be uniquely interested in and suited to. We have recently completed our phase 1 safety and efficacy trial, with over 50 participants, in which we have shown that our revolutionary new neural interface allows a human brain to be installed into a freshly grown genetically-designed human clone. Our clone bodies are genetically engineered to be as near to the perfect human being as we can make them. In lay terms, we are now able to harvest and implant YOUR brain into a wonderful new body; a body grown from stronger genes! The medical implications of this work are enormous, but in order to progress further, we need a broader subject base to increase our data-set and show that the technology is universally safe. Therefore, we are moving on to Phase 2 and are in need of a new cohort of participants. In the Phase 1 trial, we discovered a sub-group of participants who progress more quickly through the study because of their inherent suitability to the programme. We are therefore writing to members of niche communities to appeal for their help and to offer them this incredible opportunity. In your case, we have reviewed your work and notice your artistic and fantasy interest in male-to-female transformations. We also note your interest in beautiful, sexy young women; but also, your interest in BECOMING a beautiful, sexy young woman. And here lies our offer to you - Come and become exactly that, come and transform yourself into a stunning young woman! We can talk you through the process and answer all your questions in time, but please watch this informational video first. If you are interested, then we can discuss the possibility of being recruited to the Phase 2 study. Yours Sincerely, Prof Amanda Jakes Professor of Experimental Neurosciences He sat back in his chair. "Well, I must say, I wasn't expecting THAT," he chuckled. He wondered which of his friends had come up with this, it was really very good. He had to see what the video would show, hopefully it wouldn't just be a sucker type gif; but that was what he was expecting. He clicked on it. The quality was immediately impressive. The film looked incredibly well shot and produced. The view panned around; he could see clean white laboratories behind glass windows with technicians walking past. Then it cut to a large and light, glassy entrance hall in a very expensive looking building with a bustle of activity of researchers going about their work. It then panned to a lady in her mid-fifties, who stood facing the camera. She was wearing a long white coat with a dark skirt below to her knees. Her hair was a very dark brown, almost black, very straight, and tied up in a bun with some kind of dark varnished wooden stick elegantly holding the knot together. She was quite plain but was made up tastefully for the camera and looked every inch the professional scientist. "Hello. My name is Professor Amanda Jakes, Professor of Neurosciences here at the Waverley Institute." She gave a polite but not unpleasant smile. "Let me tell you about the vital work that we have been performing here. But first, perhaps a demonstration. Allow me to introduce you to Dina." The camera moved to her side where a smiling blonde girl stood, beaming. She was stunningly pretty and in full immaculate makeup. She had long and glossy, deep-blonde hair which waved down over one shoulder of her smart light-pink suit. He looked her over, her jacket and blouse were open just enough for him to see a small amount of cleavage between what looked like ample, pert breasts. As the camera panned out further, he could appreciate that her slim figure was perfect, she had the most graceful feminine lines to her waist and hips, all set off amazingly by the matching pink skirt that snagged around her mid-thighs. Her legs continued down, her pale skin visible through delicate white stockings and her feet snug in a pair of smart but sexy high-heeled white stilettoed court shoes. He felt himself tense a little, she was exactly the kind of girl that he liked to use as the subject of his artwork, and in his bimbo fantasies. "Hi, I'm Dina and this is my new body!" She gave a little twirl for the camera and posed one hand on her hip as she finished. She grinned, beaming happiness. "I've got to tell you that I absolutely LOVE this. I've never felt this alive; you absolutely MUST come and enrol if you get the chance, you simply won't believe how wonderful these bodies actually are! The process is so easy once you are here, everything is done for you and you will be guided by amazing people and experts - every step of the way. There is no pain at all, and the people here are wonderful, you will make so many fantastic new friends!" "And that's not even all," she was so excited, "you see, because the work here is SO important, the funding is unbelievable. For taking part, and you do have to have regular medicals and answer some questionnaires, but you get five million Euros to spend on your new life. Yes, that's right, FIVE MILLION EUROS! How about that! It's to make sure that you have no possible reason not to be able to continue in the study. I have an amazing new house, a new car and a fantastic wardrobe of clothes for my new body and my new life!" The camera panned back to the Professor. "The process involves carefully removing your existing brain from your current body and fitting it to our special neural interfaces. This is incredibly delicate work which can only be performed properly by micro and nano robots. These are controlled by a sophisticated AI which we have built which now has complete mastery of neuroanatomy and neural recognition. We have mastered this transference technique and this can now be done in thirty-six hours. Once connected to the new interface, your brain can be placed inside any body which we have prepared to receive it. In your case, this will be a new body which we have grown specially. We use a process of accelerated development to grow genetically designed humans which have no brain development of their own. We instal receiving interface fittings into the new host bodies so that a donor brain can be attached. The attachment is relatively simple and is all done through a scar that becomes hidden underneath your new host body's hair. The interfaces mean that the donor brain can see, hear, feel and move perfectly within their new home body. Before this is ready to use though, there is a necessary period of 'neural mapping' involved; to make sure the new body works perfectly and all the nerve functions line up between the donor and the host. This is all performed whilst you are anaesthetised, so the first thing that you will be aware of, will be waking, up in your amazing new body, everything working perfectly, good to go!" "We have found, in our initial cohort of participants, however, that the time taken for neural mapping varies markedly between subjects. We have found that it occurs much much quicker in male to female transfers, like Dina here." He swallowed, was this really for real? It couldn't be. It did look good though, they'd really gone to town with the film. And with the model; she was gorgeous! "We have also found that minds receptive to the idea of transference, that is, becoming someone else, map much quicker as well. People who have elaborate fantasies about being someone else or changing bodies, and who have spent lots of time imagining this, are much more receptive to the initial and inevitable differences involved in inhabiting a new body. In our work, this translates to the difference between as little as two weeks versus maybe several months for the neural mapping to complete before a subject is ready to be awakened inside their new body. For such an expensive process, and for such essential research, we have therefore decided to restrict phase two recruitment to only males who are being implanted into female bodies. And we have decided to target the transgender and body-swap fantasy communities." "We have a limited number of host bodies currently available, so please email or ring the number below for a chance to talk to a recruitment consultant. Thank you for your time, have a great day, and please, try and imagine the possibilities!" "What.... the......actual.... fuck?!" he thought, sitting slowly back with his fingers together. This was just crazy. He honestly didn't know what to do. So, while he was thinking, he rewound the video so that he could check out Dina again. Yes, she looked hot. He loved her face and hair, and he loved her outfit. In fact, he actually wanted to be her. His hand went down into his pants. Oh yes, imagine walking into a room looking like that, he tried to feel how the stilettos would feel as he walked, the heels clicking as he swayed his hips and tossed his head, being this wonderful girl. He ejaculated fiercely, all down the front of his trousers. My god, that was quick! Shit! He scrambled to grab some tissues in a way which didn't spread his mess any further than it had to, or drop any onto his carpet. Then he wiped the bulk of it away in a wet ball of white claggy tissue. He decided that was so excited by this idea that he just had to ring the number. He grabbed his phone, keyed it in, and pressed call. He wondered whether he would hang up if anyone answered. "Welcome to the Waverley Institute research information line, my name is Lydia, I'm a participant welfare and recruitment consultant here. Thank you so much for calling today! Can I please take a few details from you?" Her voice was warm and her tone friendly. He gave a false name, his age and explained that he had seen the video and wanted to know more about the transformation process. "I'm sorry," she replied, still warmly, "but we have nobody of that name on our list of invitees. I'm afraid this line is only for individuals who have been specifically contacted." OK, shit. It felt uncomfortable, but he gave his real name. He realised afterwards that it had been on the email in any case. "Thank you so much for getting in touch. Can I also just take the referral reference code that was in your email as well please?" My God, he really wanted to get through this now. He scrolled up, searching quickly around the page, he couldn't see anything. Ah, there it was! "Sure, it's...er.... 5.. 5..5.... 7.. 8.. 7.....R.. H.. G" "Thank you so much... ....Wonderful! Welcome, we really enjoyed looking at your art." He almost choked. He coughed as if something had gone down the wrong way. "I think that you would particularly enjoy this, the candidate host body we have for you is very much like one of the girls that you have drawn. I think you would love to be such an incredible young woman. Are you interested in coming to participate?" "This has to be a joke, right? I mean, it's brilliant, you really got me and everything, but I don't think you can really take this much further can you? I mean you obviously can't make me into a sexy bimbo, so why don't you tell me who this really is so that we can all have a good laugh about it?" There was a pause on the other end. "Perhaps a demonstration of our commitment and seriousness would help to convince you?" "Okay then, I'll bite, what did you have in mind?" "I have your bank details here, if you could get your card, could you just verify the account numbers with me please?" This smelled like a scam now. He knew it! He had his card on the table anyway, he'd just bought some new shoes online, but there was no way he was giving her his bank details. But massive kudos for the elaborate scam, and the girl was incredible. He breathed out, having finally figured out what was going on. He clicked to download the whole video to his hard drive so that he could look at Dina again later. "Okay, so I've got 04217980, sort code 30 12 58" That actually sounded familiar. "I'm sorry," he stuttered, "can you say that again please?" "Sure, I've got 04217980 and the sort code is 30 12 58" He checked it against the card. "Holy shit!" he thought. "Err....yes...that's right actually." "Good. Well to prove that we are serious, I am going to transfer a sum of money to that account. So that you are absolutely sure that it's definitely from us, can you please give me three random numbers?" "Er...six...two...and nine." "Okay then, I'm going to transfer fifty thousand six hundred and twenty- nine euros into your account.....and.......now. Yes, that's gone. Hopefully this will convince you that we have a serious proposition for you. Believe me, the time saved for us by having the correct cohort of research participants pay for this on no time at all. Now, I'm sure you are going to want to verify that everything is in order, so could I suggest that you go off and do that, and when you are satisfied could you please ring me back on this number?" "Err...well....yes, sure I guess." "Wonderful. Thank you so much for your call today! Speak to you later." She hung up. He wasted no time at all opening his bank account app on his phone and logging in with his thumb print. There were some new features for the online platform and did he want to know about them. Fucking Hell, No! He just wanted to see the balance! He skipped through everything as quick as it would let him. The little circle of dots rotated in the middle of the screen; and then there it was. Balance - 51929 Euros. The latest entry was a deposit, from Wav Biotech for 50629. He simply could not believe it. They must have hacked him! Shit! He went to his desktop and logged on there. The account page was the same. This could not be happening; all of his devices must now be compromised! His mind was a blur; what could he do? Then the idea hit him; "I'll go to the bank branch and ask them to check my balance there, they won't be able to hack the bank!" He ran to the door, grabbed his coat and made off for the bank at a rapid walk. He had so much energy from his nervousness that he made it to the bank in under twenty minutes. He was hot and sweaty after a couple of minutes of standing in line, inside under the warm air conditioner. At last, he made it to the front of the queue and asked the man behind the counter for a balance for his card and account. Whilst the cashier entered his details and they waited for the account to come up, he thought, "If it's not there then I've definitely been hacked. I'll go home, disconnect my router and wipe and reset all of my devices and reinstall the operating systems." "Here's your balance sir." It was all there, every single cent. His mind was blown. He stumbled slowly back home in complete shock; what if this actually was true!? The following day, he stepped out of a taxi, paid a large sum of money for the long ride (which he was fine with given the huge amount of cash that he had just received) and grabbed his bag from the back seat. He was standing on a pavement besides the long driveway which had led up to 'The Waverley Institute'. It was an impressive, glass-fronted building, elevated from the road by a wide flight of light stone steps. He could see inside the building through the glass. There was a huge, open-plan reception area with sparse but expensive looking artwork on the back wall and huge, potted fig trees which grew up from the floor to almost the upper levels. In the middle of the large area, was a carpeted metal staircase which rose, half a flight, to a white-bordered, glass reception desk. The desk was set at an angle to the front window so that he could see both the side and front of the girl who was seated there. She was extremely pretty and wore a tight, light grey skirt-suit. Her yellow-blonde hair was pulled tightly but smartly into a long twirl which rolled down the back of her head, holding the hair tightly against both sides, above her ears. Through the glass of the desk, he could see that her black-stockinged legs were crossed. The upper, dangling foot rocked gently up and down in a black leather high-heeled knee boot. The other boot sat anchored on the floor whilst she sat, working at her keyboard and screen. Two further staircases split up from the receptionist's level; one leading off to each side. Each connected to a walkway level at the top of the open area. There were a number of glass-fronted offices spread around the back of the upper area. He was tense and anxious as he stared around. It was a formidable place. He didn't know what else to do, so he picked up his bag and began to slowly shuffle up the stairs. When he reached the top, the doors swung mechanically open; the noise announcing his presence. The receptionist lifted her head, looked down at the doors and then smiled politely at him. She then adjusted herself in her chair, paused her work and sat, ready to help. He mustered as much courage as he could, and then walked up the stairs. He tried not to let his posture sag and resisted the urge to try and curl up and disappear as he walked up towards the beautiful reception girl. "Welcome and thank you so much for coming, my name is Jenna," she spoke with a pretty smile upon her face. As she did so, she stood up and held her hand out. He took her soft fingers and gently shook them. She was wearing a pale pink nail varnish on her elegant fingertips and she had a Perspex name badge with the Waverley logo on, which said "Ms Jenna Walker" fastened to her grey suit jacket. "Lydia is waiting for you and will see you straight away, please go up the staircase to your left." "Okay, thanks." He trudged up the second stairs in wonderment, staring around the building whilst he climbed to the top. There were a few people going quietly about their business on the ground floor. A small man in a dark suit emerged from a lift and disappeared inside one of the top offices, shutting the door behind him. "This way, please," he heard. He recognised the sound. It was the voice from the phone. When he reached the top, he saw her, standing just inside the door of one of the offices, holding the door open, waiting for him. "I'm Lydia," she smiled warmly, "we spoke on the phone yesterday, I'm so pleased that you decided to come." He stepped up to her and she shook his hand enthusiastically. Her smile was confident, captivating and just a little cheeky. She was in her mid- forties, slim and dark-red haired which had blondish highlights scattered throughout. She was nearly as tall as him. Her hair was styled in a quite big parting, which closely bordered her pretty cheekbone on the left and was blown behind her ear on the right. Her eyebrows were heavily drawn on and lifted into stylish, high arches, whilst the rest of her makeup was soft and accentuated the red of her hair. She wore a light-cream silk blouse with broad lapels. On top of this she wore a black trouser-suit which had long baggy legs that hid her shoes. "Please, come in and take a seat." He sat down in the office chair across from her desk. She strutted smoothly round to sit opposite him. She was wearing high heels he decided from the way her hips had moved when she walked. There was a bundle of glossy folders and papers neatly stacked in front of her. "Okay, so first of all, we'll need to go through the consent process for this. If you then decide that you want to enter the study, there will be a medical evaluation to make sure that you have no underlying conditions that preclude your involvement. Most medical problems have no bearing on your ability to take part though." He nodded. As the reality of the situation started to dawn on him, he was feeling like this was NOT something that he was going to go ahead with. "Now of course I understand that this is a huge, huge decision for you to make. Believe me, that is not lost on me. That is why I want to take this opportunity to fully outline all the risks and benefits of taking part. So, firstly, the procedure has now been performed, without any adverse effects, in over fifty people. There are no major side effects from the phase one trial that you need to be aware of and it is perfectly safe and works perfectly. One thing that perhaps you weren't aware of that most people find reassuring, is that once your brain has been removed from your current body, we can, if you wish, fit your old body with the same interface fittings that your brain will be joined to in your new body. We can then keep your body alive for a short while. This gives you the opportunity to go back to your original body if, after you have lived in the new body, as a girl, you decide that actually it is just not right for you. We can hold your old body alive for about two weeks, but at this point you really have to decide one way or the other. I have to tell you, that even though this option was available to all fifty of the phase-one participants; not a single one of them chose to return to their original body." "You see, the bodies that we grow are genetically enhanced and superior to normal humans. You will find that, along with being an absolutely beautiful young woman, you have enhanced senses. Your vision, hearing and senses of touch, taste and smell will all be sharper and more vivid. Some of our phase one participants have described it as living in high definition. This is because of the better gene base in the bodies that we grow, as well as the filtering and enhancement processing that happens within the neural interfaces. Life, apparently, feels a whole lot better in one of these new bodies." "Now because we appreciate that it is a major life change, and not a trivial undertaking by any reckoning; this is the reason for the cash compensation package for you, which will be five million Euros." He swallowed incredulously; she had really said that? right? "This will ensure that you have few worries and can set out about your new life in whatever manner you choose. It will also ensure that you can devote the time needed to complete the requirements of the study." She stopped and smiled. "To be honest, even if you took the surgery, decided it wasn't for you, took your body back, and kept the five million, you might think that that was a good deal!" "Too right!" he thought. He'd never have to work again! And if he actually enjoyed being a girl, which he was starting to think he perhaps at least wanted to try, then he still had the option to stay as her, especially if the new body felt as good as she was making out. "In terms of commitments from you, all we ask is that you attend for a physical therapy and questionnaire session, fairly often to start off with, and then decreasing to about once a month. And that you allow us to download usage data from all of your interfaces. This lets us refine our neural algorithms over time and we can take this information wirelessly, usually while you're asleep at night." This sounded like a pretty small undertaking he thought. "Also, we ask that you do not try to re-join your old life, at least until the study concludes, as we need to keep the project classified. If word were to get out, then we would risk harming our participants with unwanted attention and it's very important for us to not contaminate our safety data by introducing any risks to our participants. This is probably the most onerous requirement on you. We anticipate, even using only rapid neural mappers as participants, that the study will take about four years to complete. After this, you are of course free to contact whomever you please. However, I have to say, that I think having a good period of time away from your old life allows you a chance to form fresh new habits and find new friends. If you take part, you will be introduced to all the other participants. Most of the girls from the phase one group have become very good friends." This actually didn't sound that bad. "Would I be able to go online?" "Of course, but not to access any accounts or sites associated with your current life until the study concludes." Hmmmm, he could just about live with that, he thought, "Would they be able to find out if I did though?" "Also, you need to be aware that from a legal perspective, your old self will be counted as a non-person, and your new self will be counted as a new and different person. The state will grant you full citizenship as they are an invested partner in this research project and have a big interest in the outcome of this work." Wow, that was all a bit heavy. "Before I ask you to read the study brochure and sign up to participation, I have one more thing that I'd like you to see. I think that it will help you to decide." She had taken him to a lift at the end of the upper walkway and they had gone down to the second lower basement level. The corridors downstairs were clean but sterile and bare. The place looked like a hospital. They only saw a single other person, a cleaner had passed them, going about his business. Lydia had a carefree, relaxed smile on her face the whole time. "This is one of my favourite parts of my job, I have to say," she said. They had come to a door on the right. She pushed it open and held her hand out for him to come inside. His mind almost exploded. This simply could not be real! "My God," he stuttered, floored for words. "The likeness is remarkable don't you think," Lydia grinned, "when I saw your work, I just KNEW that we had to give you first refusal on this frame." He took a step towards her, quite, quite speechless. "I got one of our girls to do her hair and makeup so she looked just like your little Mandi. She has not had any Botox or lip fillers though, so the effect is not quite complete. You could, of course, have that done to yourself, if you wished, once you have transferred into her." "She's not...real...?....she....can't....be." He could see her breathing at a gentle rate, sat as she was, in her chair, facing ahead. Then she blinked. "What the fuck!" he gasped. "It's okay," Lydia spoke softly. "She has a rudimentary control interface installed at the moment which takes care of her basic functions. She can blink and she can eat and she can use the toilet. Why not take a closer look, come over here, she won't bite!" Lydia's smiled a cheeky smile at him, and then took his arm and gently coaxed him towards the seated girl. "The blanket is only to keep her warm down here in the basement whilst we display her," she said as she reached down and pulled away the only cover from the girl's body. His jaw was agape. Sitting in the chair was almost a carbon copy one of his artistic characters, one of his bimbos from his gallery of works. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make her as close a replica as possible. Her hair had been bleached and dyed just the right low-lighted, platinum blonde and then blown into a long, layered and airy parted style; exactly as he had done her. Her face was a blank canvas of faultless light tan from a thick sheen of perfectly applied skin makeup with exactly the same white and dark eye shadow that he had worked for hours to get perfect. She also had exactly the right shocking-pink lip gloss. They had absolutely nailed it. She continued to stare blankly at the wall opposite, oblivious to anything. He looked down. Her huge breasts looked impossibly buoyant. Lydia was watching him. "Yes, she has implants," she smiled, "we figured all of her potential occupants would find that pleasing, so we thought we'd save them the pain by installing them and letting them heal up before she is even occupied. Lovely, aren't they?!" They were lovely, quite quite lovely! His throat was dry. He watched her breasts gently rise and fall with her calm breathing. Her waist was almost unnaturally narrow, an unbelievably perfect female hourglass shape. Her hips were wide enough to give her incredible curves, but slim enough that she was still petite. She was just like he had drawn her. She was perfect. "She's a perfect five-five tall," Lydia looked at him mischievously, "yes, short enough to wear five-inch heels and not look out of place in a room full of people, or even, dare I say, on a man's arm." He looked down, embarrassed. "She is genetically superior in practically every way we know of," she continued. "Literally every single known ideal gene is in her composite genome. She is stronger, fitter and healthier than any other female on the planet," she smiled proudly. "Also, she will age at a much-delayed rate. We have knocked-out all of the usual human aging genes from her. From our phase one observations, we estimate that she will take five times as long to look older." She walked over to him and gently lifted his head, so that he could see the broad smile on her face. "You will get to be a twenty-something girl for fifty years or so." Back upstairs he had been genuinely shaken. When he had arrived at the Institute, he had not thought that he would be seriously considering having his brain removed from his body to be implanted into a new, girl's body. But everything that he had seen had convinced him that it was all for real. He had fantasised about being a woman for as long as he could remember and this was an unbelievable opportunity which he now had to think about. The decider for him had been when he had asked Lydia if there was any chance that he could meet someone who had been through the transformation. Lydia had picked up her phone and had called down to Jenna on the reception desk and had asked her if she would mind coming upstairs. Jenna had walked into Lydia's office. She was shorter than him, but stood elegantly tall in her stiletto heeled knee boots and looked magnificent in her fitted suit. She was a beautiful woman. He had asked her what it had been like and she had told him, matter-of- factly what had happened to her and how it had been the best decision of her life. She had told him how she had previously been a forty-eight- year-old man, but now absolutely loved her new life as a young woman and had no regrets. She told him how the new body felt so much better. All the time she was talking to him he felt slightly uncomfortable because she was such a stunning woman that he would usually feel a little uncomfortable around. Finally, she had sat down in a chair and lowered her head and shown him the top of her head. She had let him part her hair with his fingers so that he could see the tiny, fine white line of a scar which was barely visible amongst her hair roots. She had smiled sweetly at him one last time before going back down the stairs and had told him that if he'd ever wanted to be a woman then he should go ahead and seize this opportunity. Two hours later, he had sat, nervously playing with his hands, on a puffy black-leather couch. He had spent the previous two hours reading through all the study literature and going through the health questionnaire. The health questionnaire had been a formality really, as he was fit and largely well. The only medical problem he did have was mild asthma. When he declared this, Lydia smiled warmly at him and told him that this condition would not be present in his new body. For the first time, he grasped the potential medical application of what they were doing. Essentially, the majority of health problems could be simply sidestepped by transferring the diseased person into a new and perfect host body. Heart disease, lung cancer, arthritis, all would be completely cured. He gasped as he suddenly understood; this would change the world in the most profound and incredible way. He started to feel a little proud to be involved in what would turn out to be a landmark scientific advance. "Won't be long now." He hadn't noticed Lydia walk up to him, the carpet had silenced her footsteps. She sat down next to him on the couch, her knees together, facing towards him. "If you'd like, I have a sedative medication here which you can swallow, there's not much value in you being all tense and wound up while we are waiting for the team to be ready." He looked at her. It had made sense. He nodded. She gave him a small bottle, half full of liquid. He twisted the plastic cap, breaking the seal to look inside. He sniffed, it smelt of fake sweetness. "Drink the whole lot," Lydia told him reassuringly. What the hell he thought. He necked the contents in one fast swig. "Well done, you'll feel better in a little while," she sat back, "would you like me to sit with you and tell you about the other girls?" "Yes please," he said. He didn't want to be alone, and he was starting to feel comforted by Lydia. "Well now, let's see." She relaxed back against the back of the couch. "I was the participant welfare consultant for most of the male-to-female transfers in the phase one study and I've grown very close to every single one of my girls. First to mind is Dina, you might have seen her on the promotional video. Dina is a lovely girl, she's very dainty and girly, and she's good fun too. Dina just recently got engaged, and in fact it's her wedding in a couple of months. She's having the full church affair, white dress, the works." He smiled gently to himself, how lovely. His worries started to melt away. "Then we have Anubis. Anubis is a formidable woman.......(he started to zone out a little)......and she is a very snappy dresser, lots of fitted leather............" He opened his eyes. It was very light, almost blindingly so. He blinked quickly and his eyes adjusted so that he could look around without it hurting. His view was vivid and rich. The light had a pleasing hue to it. He was sitting in a chair in a room that looked like a hotel bedroom. There was a full-length glass window which gave a fourth storey view out across the well-kept lawns of the Waverley Institute grounds. He looked down. OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! He was immediately alert and breathing quickly. His hands were small and had long acrylic artificial nails fixed to their fingertips. His knees were small but only barely visible beyond the huge breasts that obscured his view of the rest of his body. She stood up. It felt so different, she was so small compared to before, yet she could feel her body more vividly than she could ever remember it feeling. Her body moved perfectly and effortlessly, like she did not have to concentrate or get used anything new. She could feel every part of herself and everything felt not only natural, but more detailed than it had ever before. She walked quickly over to the full-length mirror on the wall, desperate to see what she had become. "Oh my god!" She reached up and touched her face to see if it was really real. Her cheeks felt smooth and soft, with none of the bristles that she had been used to in her former life. She put her hand across her mouth and started to cry a little in shock, it had really happened. There was a knock on the door. "Hello!?" she said, hearing her girl's voice resonate for the first time. It almost felt like she was singing. The higher register felt lovely. "Who's there?" she said, wanting to hear herself again. "It's Lydia darling, would you like me to come in and see you?" "Oh, yes please!!" The new girl made a quick walk to the door and pulled it open. Lydia was stood there, a concerned half smile on her face, she was taller than the new girl now. The new girl looked up at her and then felt completely lost and scared. She threw her arms around her and squeezed desperately into her for a cuddle, starting to sob a little, completely overcome by the impossibility of her new situation. "Hey now," Lydia soothed, stroking her head, "hey now, everything is just fine, you'll see, just fine." They stood together hugging for a minute longer, the new girl sniffing back her sobs before wiping her eyes and looking up at Lydia and timidly smiling. She puffed out a little laugh; "I'm......a girl.....now." "Yes you are my lovely, yes you are," Lydia clasped her hands together, took a little step back and looked at the new girl. "Come on, let's go inside and we can talk." Lydia followed her back inside the room and then closed the door behind them. The new girl wore a plain-grey fitted tracksuit and white socks. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her eyebrows were still shaped from when she had been prepared downstairs, but she wore no makeup. The two women sat down in the tall sitting chairs on the window side of the room, the new girl back in the chair that she had awoken in. Lydia said that, as she wanted to know everything about how she was feeling, they might as well go through the study questionnaire at the same time. The questions probed most aspects of her physical and mental state. When Lydia had finished, which took a good twenty minutes, she sat back and said that everything was looking great. "Well, what do I do now then?" The new girl was genuinely stumped. She had suddenly swapped into a brand-new life that was, so far, completely blank and empty. Lydia suggested that she show her round the facilities, as she would probably be staying at the clinic for at least the first two weeks. "It'll give you a chance to get a feel for the new shell." Lydia smiled broadly. "Okay let's do that." Lydia tossed her a pair of trainers from the wardrobe and the new girl laced them on. After she had looked around the floor, which included a kitchen, gym, spa and the cafeteria, Lydia took her for a walk outside. The building extended back a long way, which had not been apparent when she had gotten out of the taxi, what she had learned from Lydia was now two weeks before. All the time they had walked about, they had met few people, and those that they had seen, were occupied in their own worlds. None had paid the girls any attention. As they had walked back, this time through the front entrance, the reception desk had sat unoccupied. The new girl stopped and looked at Lydia. "I feel great, but so...small!" the new girl exclaimed. Lydia was wearing heels under her purple trouser-suit, and when the new girl stood near to her, she had to crane her neck backwards a little to look into her eyes. Lydia was six feet tall in her heels, the new girl stood at a lowly five-five in her flat shoes. "Well, there is a fix for that you know." -- The stockings felt wonderful on her legs. The thin matt black gave her legs a uniformity that made them look faultless from the hem of her skirt right down to the little seam lines that fitted around her toes. "Now, this is a special time for any girl," Lydia grinned happily, "her first high heels." She held a square cardboard shoe box which she set on the little dressing table. The new girl couldn't wait to see what Lydia had brought for her to wear. The shoes were obscured by layers of crisp white paper, which Lydia neatly folded back. She gasped quietly to herself, they looked high. "Here we are now darling." Lydia lifted the stilettoes out, one by one, and stood them on the table. "This is a five-inch heel in black snake effect." She reached out and lifted one carefully from table in fascination. She ran her finger tip along the outside, feeling the bumps of the patterns on the glossy artificial leather. There was a little band of elasticated fabric right at the back, running across the inside of the heel. The material was much stiffer than she was expecting, probably so they held their beautiful shape with a girl's foot standing inside, she reasoned. "Come on then, let's get you into them!" The new girl breathed quickly as Lydia pulled over a short stool and sat herself at her knees. She took the glamorous high heels and positioned them on the floor. The new girl hesitated for a moment and then, when it was clear that Lydia was waiting for her, she positioned her foot above the first shoe. As she snaked her toes inside, she was again surprised by the hardness of the edges of the leather at the front and sides. She worked her foot inside and slid her heel down into the shoe. It was quickly stopped, considerably higher than she thought it would be. She pressed down and felt the support of the stiletto underneath her. It was high! She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to walk in these shoes. She moved her foot about a little, the pencil thin heel made a loud tapping sound as she lifted it from the laminate floor and then set down on it once more. "Stunning for the office," Lydia declared. She gestured for her to stand. The new girl gingerly pressed down into the shoes until all her weight was in them, and then she stood herself up. She immediately felt higher in the world and it was lovely after having spent the last day down at five foot five. The shoes felt surprisingly comfortable and stable. She rocked each foot on the tiny stiletto to get a feel for what she could and couldn't do in them. Then she took a step forward. And then another one. It felt amazing! She walked across the rug to stand in front of the full-length mirror to admire herself. She mis-stepped slightly but quickly corrected herself. "High heels are a little bit of an art darling," said Lydia. "Stiletto courts are not the easiest heels to walk in, but neither are they the hardest. But don't worry, a genetic superwoman like you will master them in no time at all." She looked at herself, the genetic superwoman, in the mirror. She felt like she had made a ballsy choice for her first outfit, maybe a little too ballsy. When they had decided that she should have her hair and makeup done and then they should dress her up as a smart, sexy receptionist; they had both agreed that a black pencil skirt, black tights and high heels were entirely appropriate. Lydia had offered the new girl a choice from a selection of blouses to complete the outfit. White, high-necked but fitted, or white with buttons down the front to show just a little of her lovely bosoms. The new girl had tried them both on and had struggled to decide as she had looked amazing in them both and had loved both styles. "Or, we could go for a little more of a statement with some colour? A coloured blouse would work beautifully with your platinum blonde, what do you think?" "Let's give it a try then," she had said. They had stuck with the glossy, deep purple-red satin blouse that Lydia had lifted from the clothes rail and held up. The new girl had gasped when she had seen it, and when she had put it on and felt the cool satin close around her waist, she had stroked up along her outsides with the backs of her hands, to enjoy her silky smoothness. "Sorry that that took a while," the new girl said. "Oh, don't worry, now that you're a girl, this is what getting dressed will ALWAYS be like," Lydia giggled. "Closed, or-" Lydia reached to the front of her blouse and unfastened the top button. "Open?" The blouse fell to naturally show just the top of her squeezed cleavage, one down from the conservative fastening that the girl had instinctively selected for herself. "Oooh, I think open suits you VERY nicely," she beamed. Lydia walked behind her. "Now, we do need to gently emphasise your best features just a LITTLE more before you are ready for your new role." She reached around her waist and gently wound a thick, black belt around her back. The material was the same shiny black snake pattern that she had on her shoes. Lydia hitched it through a large black plastic buckle at the front and tightened it snugly, tucking the free end of the belt into a loop which she adjusted so that it looked perfect. "You have the bag too dear," she said, holding up a short but wide bag made of the same material as her shoes. Its fixed form had a flap which magnetically held it closed. Inside was a gold chain shoulder strap which she pulled out. The bag could clearly be used two ways, as a clutch or with the shoulder chain. She hung it over the new girls shoulder so that it fell against her left hip. "You haven't got many possessions yet, but I've put a nail file, mirror and lip gloss inside in case you get a little bored later." The girl clutched her new bag with one hand and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned side on. The belt nipped her waist right in and made her breasts look even larger with the glossy red satin pulled tightly around them. The shiny material made it look tense, as if they were trying to burst out. Also, her ass looked magnificent in the tight nylon of her black skirt, flowing from her small waist, around her magnificent behind and nipping in below, pulling her thighs together. Posing, she lifted her front leg at the knee so her stiletto pointed backwards. She made a stunning, sexy shape. She turned back to the mirror and looked at her face. Her heavy makeup was immaculate and her hair had stayed perfectly in its dressed style. Her gold hoop earrings fell to a halt after swinging briefly when she had turned her head. She felt a little tingle between her legs, in her new sex. The four acrylic nails on her right hand shot across her mouth. My god, she was feeling a little aroused, as a woman! "Ooooh, I can see that you like THAT," Lydia cooed. The girl's face went hot. She lowered her eyes and swallowed before looking up again, a coy expression on her face. She slowly turned to look at Lydia, who was starting to feel like the big sister that she needed. "Lydia?" she hesitated. "Yes darling?" "Do I...look like...a bit of a bimbo?" "Oh really!" Lydia giggled. "You are too much!" She stood immediately behind her, holding her shoulders. "Just because a girl wears smart clothes like this, high heels and likes to look glamorous, that does NOT mean that she is a bimbo, you know. You need to accept that now that you are a beautiful woman! And what does that word even mean, hmm?! That's actually a very un-feminist view you know. An empowered woman should be able to dress how she damn well likes," Lydia stated passionately. Later on, Lydia installed the new girl at the reception desk. She sat herself down in the high, comfortable desk chair and crossed her legs. "There now, our lovely new receptionist! Jenna will be pleased to have some time off for a while." The new girl felt quite self-conscious. She realised how on-show she must be as she remembered having a clear view of the seated reception girl when she had arrived at the Waverley Institute herself. "Now the job is incredibly simple. Firstly, you need to act as a receptionist. Introduce yourself and welcome them. Then basically direct them up the stairs to me. If anyone different is going to turn up, someone will ring to let you know, or it will be in the diary." "But what do I say, I mean, WHO am I? What's my name? Am I Amanda??" "Good question! And that leads me nicely on to your second task, the much, much more important one, of deciding on a name!!" "Now, I really don't think you should take Amanda, as that name already has strong connotations for you, especially with you in THIS body. Instead, as a good starting point, I have drawn up a candidate list of names for you and I'd like you to look down them and see if anything jumps out, okay?" "Okay, sure ...I guess." "It's obviously very important that you choose a name. We can't fully register you as a person until you do and that means you can't have a bank account, own property or sign documents." The new girl thought about it for a minute. Yes, she needed a name, and quickly, she wanted to have full rights and she wanted to get paid her Five Million Euros!! "It's on the desktop honey, open the file called Names. Next to it is today's calendar so you can easily see who has appointments and roughly what time they will arrive. There's a second participant consultant working today, called Belinda. If you really want to nail the receptionist role, the you could send HER applicant up the OTHER staircase." She grinned at the new girl and raised her eyebrows; none of this would be difficult. The new girl took her bag from across her shoulder and set it down in a tidy little shelf just underneath the top of the desk. She opened the purse and pushed the gold chain back inside before closing it and stowing it. "That's neater," she thought. "You look incredible," Lydia smiled softly. The new girl sat herself up proudly, her breasts floating out in front of her. "If you need anything then just give me a ring. Or come up." "Thank you, Lydia," she said, "you look beautiful too you know." She was not used to this kind of talk but knew this was the kind of thing that girls said to each other and she was trying to act the right way. Lydia smiled, made a little triumphant twirly pose herself, kicked a heel up and then started off up the staircase to her office. The new girl could see that she was wearing black leather boots with medium heels that were fuller than a stiletto, but still elegant and feminine. She was starting to idolise Lydia. "Right, well let's have a look then," she thought. She slid the mouse with her acrylic fingernailed hand. She wondered how difficult the long artificial nail would make life. They looked amazing but they were not exactly practical. Working the mouse, however, was dead easy. The desktop came alive and she hunted on the desktop picture of the Waverley Institute for the file that Lydia had mentioned. There it was. She clicked on it, and at the same time told herself to relax. This was an important moment and she didn't want to make any rash decisions. It didn't take her long. Lydia had written a very heavily filtered list of maybe twenty names. And while she was briefly tempted by a couple of the others, there was one name that absolutely gripped her when she read it. She sat bolt upright. "Lydia!" she called. Then she remembered to use the phone. It had a quick dial marked "Lydia" conveniently. "Lydia, I've decided!" "Well, that was very quick darling, are you sure now?" "Definitely." "Okay then, I'll come down." As Lydia reached the desk the automatic door swung open and the two girls turned their heads to look down the stairs. There was a young man stood gaping around, he was dressed in a loose blue jacket and black jeans with black shoes. The new girl adjusted herself, this was her big moment she told herself. She looked down at him and forced the best smile to her face that she could muster. He smiled back briefly and then looked away and around the room. After a moment, he started to walk up the stairs towards the reception desk. "I've...er.....come to see...." "Lydia?" finished the new girl in her best polite voice. She swallowed. "Well, hello, and welcome, thank you for...coming. My name is Lita." Lydia looked down at her and nodded her head briskly at her, puckering her lips to show her enthusiastic approval. "And I'm Lydia." She smiled and turned. "Thank you so much for deciding to come. If you'd like to follow me up here." Lydia went up to her office with the man and closed the door. Lita could imagine exactly what they were talking about. She crossed her legs and looked in the drawer of the desk. She took out a piece of thick white card and a pen, moved the keyboard aside and placed the card on the desk, so that it was in front of her. Then she started to write her new name - 'L i t a', first in single letters, and then she tried in joined-up cursive. She smiled at herself. It looked pretty on the page, and she felt pretty and a little sexy using it on herself. "I'm Lita," she whispered quietly to herself, trying it out for a second time. Lydia was busy for the next two hours. Like when she had initially arrived, after about half an hour, she had led the man out, along the corridor and they had disappeared in the lift together. It was another hour and a half before she returned, by herself. Lita had a handful of visitors during this time, all of whom were maintenance technicians or reps from other tech companies with booked meetings. All had been male. Lita had tried to be confident and had tried to behave as a proper girly receptionist. She had ignored them as they had slipped quick glances at her large breasts and she had politely directed them to a corridor on the ground floor with a sickly-sweet smile on her face. "My God. Men!" she thought, amazed at how they had treated at her. Then she had burst out laughing at the preposterousness of the situation.