Before John could protest, he felt a needle pierce his arm. He turned a saw a nurse extracting a needle.
"Don't worry Jon," said the doctor, "Those are just the experimental nanites that will be making the changes necessary for your new job."
"Nanites?" Jon had heard about them in sci-fi novels, microscopic machines that could make incredible changes to the person they were injected in to.
"They should begin working right away, I expect with the amount of physical changes you'll need that you are likely to pass out until they have completed their job on your body. Once you awaken, we'll get to work on the mental changes."
Jon wanted to protest, to back out, even run home and get the stone to wish this all away. But suddenly the room began to spin and the doctor only barely guided him to the hospital bed before he passed out.
Slowly, Jon awoke, his head groggy and unsure where he was for a moment. Then it all came back to him, the job placement as a stripper and hooker, the nanites... what had they done to him? He raised his hand before his eyes and saw a slim, delicate, feminine hand with long red nails. A woman's hand, it looked nothing like his pudgy hand with the bitten nails he once had.
"Oh my... " he began to say, and then stopped in shock at the breathy, sensual voice that came from his mouth. "Testing, testing, my name is Jon," he said, and it sounded like some porn star was saying the words.
Looking down, he saw that the sheet on the bed was tented up over his chest. "I...I've got tits," Jon whispered in that sexy voice, as his transformed hand groped the large breasts that he could feel weighing down his chest. They seemed enormous, far too large to be practical, yet they responded to his small, pawing hands with a charge of erotic pleasure. Jon kept kneading one breast while his other hand slowly made its way down his body, feeling a flat stomach, a thin waist, and the flare of wide hips. Just as he was about to feel between his legs to confirm what he knew must now be there, the doctor entered the room.
"Ahh Jon, I'm glad to see you are awake. I trust you had a nice nap? I must say, the nanites did a wonderful job on your body while you slept, and now that they have finished and you're awake, we can get started on the mental changes."
"I'm not sure about any mental changes, doc," Jon said in the sexy voice he now possessed. He'd hoped to sound more adamant than it came out, instead sounding pouty.
"Don't you worry, this will be a big help in your adjusting to your new career," the doctor said as he began typing on a tablet. Jon's head felt fuzzy for a moment, like he'd spaced out for a few seconds. Then the doctor's voice brought him back around.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Bubbles," said the girl on the bed, with a slight look of confusion on her face. "Wait, is that right? I though I had another name, but now when I think of my name, all I can think of is Bubbles. But that isn't a boy's name, and I was a boy..."
The doctor typed a bit more. "Bubbles, are you male or female?"
"Oh, I'm female, doctor. Can't you see that?"
"I sure can, Bubbles. Are you attracted to men or women?" he3 asked as he typed a bit more.
"I will sleep with either, but I really like men best," whispered Bubbles, smiling at the doctor for the first time.
"And do you enjoy taking off your clothes in front of men, Bubbles?"
As if realizing it for the first time, her face brightened, "Why yes, it really turns me on! I think I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, the way men look at me really turns me on!"
"Ok, just one last thing... Jon was just about to finish high school and he got straight A's, he was very smart," the doctor began.
"Umm, who's Jon? He sounds cute..."
"Never mind, my question is, can you read and write? How much of an education do you have?"
Bubbles pondered for several moments, longer than on previous questions. Finally, she said "Well, I can write my own name and I can sound out some easy words, but I really can't read and write too well. I ain't never been very smart..."
She seemed a bit sad and confused as she said that, but the doctor reassured her. "Don't worry, we have the perfect job for you! You don't need much education, and you'll get paid to take yo0ur clothes off in front of men!"
"Like, no way, I can get paid just to take my clothes off? That sounds like the perfect job to me!" exclaimed Bubbles, clapping her hands in joy.
"Go ahead and get dressed,. the nurses already put a bra and panties on you, and there is a selection of dresses and skirts in that closet over there. Come out when you are ready," said the doctor as he left the room.
Bubbles climbed out of bed and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. For a second she thought something was different in the way she looked, and she had an image of a high school boy named... named... she couldn't remember, but it was on the tip of her tongue. But that was just silly, she was clearly a sexy young woman named Bubbles, and the mirror only confirmed that fact. That boy must have been from a dream or something, though she thought she usually dreamed of buff men, not high school boys. Oh well, the white bra and panties the nurse had chosen were very sexy, and they fit her voluptuous body perfectly. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and giggled for a moment... would someone really pay her to take her clothes off for men? That sounded too good to be true, but that doctor seemed a lot smarter than she was, if he said it was true, he must be right. She glided across the room to the closet he'd mentioned to pick out the cutest dress she could find.
