A full exmination is what I got. They ushered each of us off to another room with a gunman to watch over us. At gun point I was made to strip off my now too large clothing. I was acutely embarresed, moreso by my new body being displayed in front of the callous nurse and hard faced guard. He actually leered at me and, whilst the nurse wasn't looking would pinch and grope me, nothing to leave marks but enough to really bother me. I recognised the guard as one of the men I'd shrunk. Obviously he still harbored a grudge towards me.
Any word of complaint at my treatment was followed by a quick push and a threatening sneer. "Whatch it. If you misbehave little girl DeMorrell will make ure you regret it..." the guard said. The nurse was a big ugly matron who seemed not to care the least about the morality of what she was doing. There was no pity in her eyes, just hard brusque efficiency. She poked and probed, measured me up (breasts, waists, arms, height, weight, body fat etc were all much different than before). The nurse hooked me up to all manner of machinery, heart monitors, blod pressure. You name it they tested it. By far the worst was when the guard made me get into the styrups for a gynaecological exam.
The guard took great pleassure in watching this.
Every now and then the nurse would make a comment out lou as she wrote notes. "Breasts, normal for a 17 year old girl. Hyman intact. Appears to be close to start of period." Bad stuff that no 17 year old boy wants to hear.
Then mercifully the examination was over and the nurse thew mw my old large clothes and I was allowed to dress. She left the room with her notes and the guard watche me dress.
"You know, I could break that hyman..." he said as he touched my breast. I slapped his hand away. He smiled, grabbed me by the wrists and leant forward ad kissed me full on the mouth. I struggled angrily against his hands, but was too weak. Then he broke away with a laugh. "Hmmmm sweet!" the door opened and the nurse reentered. "Later little girl. Later." the guard said.
I finished dressing and was led back into the room with the rest of my family. "Jon, are you OK?" a strange man asked. It was my mother, he seemed to be taking this well, much better than I'd expected. Ussually when things got rough mum wanted to talk about it, analyse things. Now he seemed to be, well, burying his emotions like my dad often did. Beside my transformed mother stood a large dog, growling at the guards, protective beside mum. Dad was pissed off.
We waited for a couple more hours, talking. I explained to my folks what had happened, where the stone had come from and what its powers were. My mother and sister and new brother took it well, all things considered. My transformed sister cried a bit and kept asking why it had to be him and not Deidre, his former twin. Dad seemed to not understand and fell asleep on my mum's lap. Karyn on the other hand was not coping well, having regressed mentally to the age of an eight year old. She hugged onto me like I was her mother. I felt guilty about her fate and also protective. Not maternal. God I hope not maternal...
Then DeMorrell reentered. He held the stone in his hand. "Well the tests are complete. It seems that you are exactly what you have been transformed into." He looked us over. "You know I wish your clothes fit your new bodies better."
Well at least we had clothes that fit us now.
"I've been thinking about all of your fates. After my tests there is no reason to keep you in these bodies. I see no need to keep most of you after a few well worded wishes. Except for you Jon. My men seem to have taken a distinct dislike to you..."
"I wish that
