Jon's mind clearing, he looked around him to see what reality the rift had deposited him in. He saw, first, that he wasn't alone. Standing in front of him in this drab, grey room, were three middle aged men, each with their arms crossed, each staring at Jon approvingly. Then Jon looked down, and that's when things got a lot more weird.
Normally, Jon's legs were hairy, ending in large, size twelve, feet. What Jon saw when he looked down, though, were two long smooth legs, ending in dainty feet with pink painted toenails. His eyes widened as he saw that around his hips was a mass of flesh, hanging like a garment. A woman standing behind him grabbed the flesh and lifted it up, pulling Jon's arms in, and zipping it up.
Jon was wearing some sort of skin suit.
As soon as the zipper closed, the suit no longer felt like something Jon was wearing, but instead like something Jon had grown. This added another layer to the experience, because the body he was now encased in was nothing like the body he was used to. Instead, from the neck down, Jon was a young, beautiful woman. Large breasts, thin waist, wide hips. His nipples stood erect, his vagina itched with a need Jon did not feel comfortable articulating.
"Seemless," the man in the centre said with satisfaction in his voice, "just as you promised, doctor."
"Have I ever let you down before?" the woman responded, "I don't know why you would doubt me now."
"Is it all functional?" he said, reaching a hand out and pinching Jon's left nipple, eliciting a squeek from Jon.
"As you can see, Jon is completely encased in the life-suit. The body is programmed with automatic responses, just as you requested, and is able to adapt to any external stimulation. Once the head is in place, Jon will be ready for his mission."
Jon wanted to speak up, but before he could, the doctor lifted another mass of flesh, this one topped by long, blonde hair, and placed it completely over his head. There was a sucking sensation as the two sections of flesh met and became one, trapping him inside. For a moment all was dark, then his eyes cleared. It wasn't as if he was looking through eye-holes in a mask, but rather through his own eyes.
"Jon, you look far more beautiful than I could have expected," the man in the centre said again.
Jon felt his face flush with heat at the compliment, one of the programmed responses he guessed. "Thank-you, sir," he said in a high-pitched, girly voice.
"Now there's no time to lose. Get yourself dressed and get out there.There's a corrupt diplomat for you to seduce, and we haven't a moment to spare."
Jon...
