The man nodded and gestured to the door. "Take a right and go to the third door on the left; please take a seat in the waiting room there while I see to your friends. Once they're unplugged you'll be taken to the clothing storeroom.
Jennifer sneered, but complied, glancing over at the others and was horrified to see that they too had been changed as well, just like they'd all feared they would; Karl and Sam now had the bodies of two big breasted blonde girls, Brienne had the body of a muscle bound jock and Tricia had the body of a skinny goth guy. Rolling her eyes, she headed to the waiting room. It wasn't long before the others joined her one by one, all grumbling about their situation.
"Urg I'm such a bimbo now," groused Karl, "Chicks are nice to look at, but in don't want to be one. No offence babe," he added, giving Jennifer a hug.
"This is soo sci-fi," commented Sam, "Feels like we're in an episode of Quantum Leap.
"Gawd, you're like such a freak geek," sneered Tricia.
"Hey, at least you lucked out," lamented Brienne, "If I was gonna be a guy I'd have wanted your body."
Before any further arguments could break out, another scientist appeared. "Follow me please," she smiled, "I'll take you to wardrobe now and you can pick some clothes for yourselves." Grumbling they all followed her down the corridor and through a door. Beyond was a huge wear house of clothes.
"I was wrong," grinned Sam, "This isn't Quantum Leap, this is Doctor Who!"
Jennifer rolled her eyes and immediately started to head off.
"Can everyone meet me back here in an hour," instructed the scientist, "And then we can all take you to the psych evals to make sure everything's okay."
Jennifer bit back a scathing retort - how could everything be okay? She was a guy now for Christ's sake. Rolling her eyes she stormed off to try and find something cute to wear; maybe she could find something that'd make her look feminine enough to try and forget her predicament.
