The attendant started, as Stephanie was sitting at the desk. “Ah yes, I see you are here for a Job conversion. Great to see that this one actually has a physical requirement and it’s not just for aesthetics like most of them! Okay let’s see the requirements - wow - you’ll be big! Okay so the extra 6 inches in height are going to be a change for you for sure. Strong, built; glad to see the extra spine support - you know we still have a tough time with fixing spinal injuries so that should be good. Immune to STD’s and current viral variants… Man, your hands will be big too… ”
“Wow, like, how long does it take to get used to that?”
“Oh! Don’t worry, we have some physical knowledge that will help you out. You’ll certainly feel off but you’ll be able to get by.” The attendant typed some more. “Okay - coupla things. You’re going to be out there with a bunch of dudes - looks like we have a requirement that all females are lesbians are out there. We don’t sterilize at the IOC but we can change sexual preferences but we have another option: if we make you a man, you won’t have to worry about that.”
Shocked, but a bit turned on by the idea, Stephanie thought for a second:” But then wouldn’t I be a gay man? I mean, that’s not much better I think.”
“I mean, you could become a straight man, but sometimes that can be a really jarring change. That said - it would be pretty nice to be able to pee standing up, and don’t guys pee in gatorade bottles?”
“You’re right. Screw it, let’s do this - I want to keep my breasts, I want to keep my face and hair, but give me a penis and make me in to women. It’s not forever and it’s not like I’ll know anyone there.”
“Great idea! Okay, so penis - what kind? Would you like to see some models?”
They continue to pick through some images, and Stephanie decides on a very large model.
“Okay! Great choice! I’ve had a lot of fun with that one - from both sides. Now let’s get you in for your baseline scans - we want to be able to reverse you. Your current body will be your new baseline if you ever need to return back. We will go ahead and download your mental profile as well and start some mental partitioning since they don’t really have that tech in the Northwest Territories. “
“Let’s do it!”
Stephanie was ushered into the transformation room, which was really just large enough for a small table and bench and the IOC’s patented Change chamber (IOCCC for short, in some of the ads from where they gave Jerry Seinfeld Kristin Bell’s measurements and mannerisms). She took off her favorite low boots with a heel, her jeans, and the tight blouse that she had tailored to fit her just right. Setting her purse down, she was a bit sad that she didn’t think that she would be carrying around such a cute purse, but figured that men’s clothes had pockets anyway.
Naked, she went into the chamber as directed, and sat in the chair.
“I forgot to ask - it’s going to take about 45 minutes due to your size increase - we have some options for what to watch. We can base it on your mental scans now or we can base it on your future mental profile.”
“You know what - let’s do my future mental profile.”
“You got it!”
A video that the IOC had produced with Jessica Simpson started up. Titled “Daisy goes to Hollywood”, she had been regressed back to the Duke’s of Hazzard days by the IOC and was playing a role in which Daisy Duke had gotten a big role in a hollywood movie and was going out to hollywood to star in it. As a side, Boss Hogg was trying to trick the duke boys and also got changed into Daisy including the accents and mannerisms, but got too distracted by Daisy’s boyfriend.
As the machine scanned Stephanie’s body, she certainly recognized how hot Jessica Simpson was, but wasn’t that into the show. “I mean, how many varieties of shorts can they put her in?”
The speaker on the wall began:”Okay, we’ve mapped your current body, so that’s done. Next will be the mental profile. You probably won’t notice anything while we do that. Should only be a few minutes and then we can get going on the new you!”
Stephanie didn’t care too much for the “new you” comment but relaxed and continued on the movie. When Boss Hogg stepped in to the machine saying “I know just how to fool those duke boys.” she had an idea that he was going to be changed into a different version of himself. In the movie as soon as Hogg was in the machine, Ennis got a grin on his face and ran to the other console and started setting up a change for himself. He made sure to set a sleep timer for Hogg.
As that scene as ending, the movie paused just as Daisy Duke was starting to pull on some stockings: “Okay Stephanie! Mapping is all done! We will start the changes! We will do mental at the same time as the physical. You’ll probably not feel much - we will put in some mental blocks since these big changes can be very disorienting and would be painful otherwise.”
She heard the machine begin to hum more as the movie began playing again. As Daisy was pulling on the dress for the big meeting with the Hollywood executives and doing her makeup Stephanie began to get a little turned on. She reached down and noticed that her clitoris was definitely more pronounced than before. Oddly though she continued to watch the movie.
After the cut back to Hazzard’s IOC we see daisy’s boyfriend helping Boss Hogg out of the chamber. “Well, i do declare that this feels a lot better” he says, feeling himself up and running his hands along his stomach. He looks up and realizes that it’s not Ennis anymore. “Oh no- the jig is up!”. Stephanie immediately became hard as her penis reached 8 inches when she watched as Ennis (as Daisy's boyfriend) revealed himself and Boss Hogg (as Daisy) became immediately attracted.
About 15 minutes later, as the duke boys had discovered that Boss Hogg was in disguise and made him change his face so he didn’t look like Daisy anymore and the real Daisy was living in Hollywood and Boss Hogg was living with Ennis the movie ended and the door opened. Stephanie had jacked off a couple of times already, and there were some dirty towels on the floor.
The attendant helped her out of the booth an immediately she noticed that she was looking down on the attendant, and was able to catch a glance down the attendant’s shirt. Instinctually Stephanie ducked as she stepped out of the chamber and walked over to the table with a duffle bag with the mining company logo on it.
As the attendant was pulling on some gloves and a dirty clothes bag, Stephanie began to apologize for the dirty rags. The attendant interrupted “ Don’t worry - it happens every time. I know that the couple of times i’ve gone through I was as bad as anyone! We need to go ahead and get you dressed. We have other appointments.”
“Well,” Stephanie said, with a masculine chuckle: “I guess i’m all tapped out then.”
“Oh, not at all, that thing can go for hours. Trust me.”
Smirking, Stephanie said “Damn. Can I see a mirror?”
“Yes, we have mirrors outside of the rooms to avoid people backing up the appointments! Now get your clothes on.”
Stephanie looked down at her new arms, admiring how well muscled they were. She was not a bodybuilder now by any means, but after having spent 23 years as a pretty fit model she never had much muscle mass. She pulled on the boxer briefs that were provided, tucking her penis into them which was a new experience. Fortunately she had calmed down a bit, but the bulge was still noticeable. She pulled out the wool socks and put them on, noticing how big her feet were. She wasn’t going to be wearing heels anymore, though why would she being 6’2 now.
She next found a white t shirt that, when she pulled it on, was tight around her biceps but nice and trim through the stomach. As she was pulling hte shirt on she noticed the 6 pack that they had given her.
The jeans and belt didn’t seem to be anything special, but were tight on her ass and really showed off her muscular thighs. She grabbed the work boots that they had laid out for her. They were nothing like her old shoes, but she was grateful for the support, she supposed.
Walking out the door, she got a text confirming that JuliA and Mark would see her at the bar later that evening.
