"Hmm. That's a little odd. It doesn't say what your transformation is." She flipped through the file, then shrugged her armless shoulders. "Oh well, I guess the records haven't been updated correctly. I'll take you to the transformation room, then go and check."
"Um, isn't this the transformation room?" She shook her head with a smile.
"No, in here we just do the preliminary checks and scans." He looked puzzled.
"But I was given an anaesthetic!"
"Yes, the scanning requires you to hold perfectly still. The only way to ensure that is to anaesthetise you. That part is finished, so up you get, and follow me." He stood, feeling momentarily dizzy, then followed the nude mutant woman, enjoying the look of her rear.
Jon was led into a small room full of strange equipment by the three armed nurse, and she said, "All right, wait here, and the doctor will be along soon." She smiled at him, and left, locking the door behind her with a click. He looked around, wondering what all the equipment was for, and eventually sat on a chair and waited. A couple of minutes passed, then the door was unlocked and he was joined by a tallish dark-haired man with an air of competence about him. He also made Jon feel quite uncomfortable for some reason he couldn't put a finger on.
"Ah, Mr Madison. I'm glad you could join us," the man said in jovial tone. Jon looked at him oddly, and he laughed. "Sorry, just my little joke." Shaking his head, Jon decided this guy was a bit of a dick. A woman in a nurses uniform came in behind the doctor, and he turned and smiled at her. "Hello, Nurse Smith."
"Hello, Doctor Jones," she replied, with a winning smile. Jon inspected her, she was very pretty, with reddish-blonde hair and a fantastic figure. She noticed him looking and winked, making him look away quickly and blush. Giggling, she went over to a computer console and typed rapidly on it. The doctor looked over her shoulder and nodded occasionally.
"Ah, yes, good." He looked pleased by whatever he was reading, then stepped back, picking up a gas injector gun and inserting it into the side of the console. Glancing at Jon, he said, "This is loaded with transformation nanites. They're just being programmed with the correct data. If you'd take off your clothes and lie on the table there, please?" After a moment's embarrassment, Jon followed the instructions, casually putting his hand over his groin in the process. The nurse looked at him with a smile but said nothing.
A moment later there was a beep from the machine and the doctor removed the injector gun. Walking over to Jon he wiped a spot on his shoulder with alcohol, then applied the tool. There was a prolonged hiss, and Jon squawked in pain. "Ow, damn it, that hurt!" The man smiled at him rather unsympathetically.
"Sorry," he said in an unconvincing tone. A few seconds later Jon started to feel dizzy, and the doctor bent close to him, examining his eyes. "Ah, good. It's starting." He called the nurse over and they put a breathing mask over the boy's face, the doctor carefully lifting his head to allow the nurse to slip the straps of the mask over it.
"See you soon, Jon," she said with a smile, as his vision faded to black.
An indeterminate time later, he heard a voice.
"Jon? Are you awake yet?" Shaking his head a little, he mumbled something that not even he could make out, and opened his eyes. He felt very strange all over, not precisely dizzy but something akin to that, and emotionally deadened. Lifting his head he looked around, unemotionally noting that he seemed to be in a different room, and for some reason standing up, no longer on his back.
After a few seconds his vision cleared a little, and he could make out the doctor standing in front of him. "Ah. Back with us I see. Good." He stepped to one side, revealing a large mirror. "So, what do you think?" Jon stared, his eyes widening, but felt weirdly passive about what he was looking at. At the back of his mind he thought this was unusual, presumably the result of the drugs that had knocked him out. It was going to be bad when they wore off.
The reflection Jon was looking at was very strange. He, or to be accurate, SHE, was drastically different. The reflected figure was certainly female, the extremely large and firm breasts projecting out from the narrow torso showed that to everyone. The torso was otherwise very feminine in appearance, a VERY narrow waist leading into the swell of hips, overshadowed by those enormous breasts, nearly the size of her head. Her skin was soft and blemish free, easily determined as she was nude.
The nipples on her breasts were similarly pronounced, much larger than normal. As she looked at herself in disbelief they slowly erected, protruding from the breasts over an inch and a half. Slim shoulders lead to long graceful arms and hands, and above them a long neck leading up to a beautiful face surrounded by shoulder-length black glossy hair. A beautiful, Japanese, face! She stared in amazement. Sure enough, her ethnicity was obvious from the slanted eyes, black hair, and complexion. She looked nothing like the male Jon had looked.
Reaching up she lifted her breasts, shocked at the weight. When she dropped them they bounced heavily, pulling on her chest and shoulders, slapping together with the recoil, but ending up protruding proudly with no real sag. She realised that her torso was sticking it's chest out all by itself, pulling the shoulders back to make the breasts even more prominent than they would otherwise be. When she tried she found she could reduce this a bit but as soon as she stopped exerting herself her shoulders went back and her chest went out, it seemed to be the default position. Every movement of her arms or upper body made her breasts swing massively, bouncing around in a gelatinous manner. Amazingly it wasn't particularly uncomfortable.
The doctor was watching her expression and correctly deduced her thoughts. "Your back muscles, ligaments, and bone structure have been carefully designed to allow you to handle that weight with no ill effects. Also, your breasts have been designed in such a way that they will never sag or stretch, they'll look just like that for life!" He seemed pleased.
Glancing at him, she went back to examining her new body in the mirror.
Below her narrow waist, her body diverged considerably from what one might expect looking at her upper half. She stared at the reflection with her head spinning, trying to wrap her mind around what she was looking at. It was difficult.
She could see the reflection of the doctor smiling proudly at her, and had a thought that he was crazy. How else could he have come up with this?
