While Sierra was getting ready for her day, across town in another of the newly constructed Reassignment and Readjustment centers another woman was contemplating herself in the mirror. Athena Devries had just dressed for the day in front of her room's floor length mirror; she wore a single buttoned grey Armani blazer, currently undone, over a dark scarlet satin button up blouse. The top three buttons were undone, proudly displaying her cleavage, which had been enhanced from the nearly board flat chest she'd had before Femcorp did their work. They weren't massive, her new bras read 32 C, but it was a noticeable difference from her old AAs. That wasn't the only place she'd noticeably gained some curves, as her larger hips and toned rear filled out the matching grey pencil skirt she wore better than she ever could have previously. Nylon stockings, red sling back three inch heels, a pair of diamond stud earrings and a rose gold Rolex accentuated the outfit.
It was something she'd never have worn, having preferred gothic almost Victorian clothing, but she couldn't deny it made her augmented body look powerful. She'd been 5'2 before going under and now stood 5'11, over six feet in her heels. Looks wise she felt she could see herself under all the alterations, but only because she was looking for it. The big changes were obvious, the increased height, the larger bust, and the new curves, but there were countless subtle changes; everything had been made more mature, more elegant. For one, they'd somehow made her incredibly fit with washboard abs under her blouse, trim arms, and longer more powerful legs. According to the new background they had her memorizing she regularly ran marathons to keep in shape.
They'd done something to her brunette hair was no longer dyed black, but it was now darker than her original shade and naturally straight and glossy. She currently had it in a professional bun, something that was swiftly becoming second nature. Finally her face had also been altered, raising her cheekbones, giving her thinner eyebrows, a stronger chin, and plumper lips. All of these shifts were slight but it had the net effect of making her look more 'naturally' refined and, well, pretty. The final most striking change though was changing her brown eyes entirely, giving her heterachromia, with one icy blue on the left and a sea green on the right.
She looked older, but not quite as old as she might have expected from the age of 38 on her new license, since her new identity, Olivia Richards, was supposed to have taken incredible care of her body. That was who people would see now when they looked at her, not Athena. There was enough resemblance that she could maybe pass for an aunt of Athena, but enough differences you'd think she might only be her dad's half sister or something.
Athena, or Olivia as she would be known from now on, was in a different facility from the one her wife to be was recovering in, despite coming in through the same intake center; for high profile new citizens they had them undergoing readjustment separated from each other to avoid awkward interactions before their new identities were thoroughly established. She'd been awake longer as well, since the changes were less severe, which meant she was further along in her reprogramming as evidenced by the satisfied smirk she gave herself before pulling out her smartphone to check her own itinerary. Everyday she was feeling more Olivia and less Athena, and even though some part of her was still resistant, she was actually enjoying a lot of her learning modules.
She'd been essentially undergoing accelerated lessons, utilizing a combination of Femcorp flash-learning technology and traditional classes, to quickly assimilate all the education she needed to match the bachelor's of economics and MBA she was supposed to have. Athena had always been stridently anti-corporation and against getting a square job of any sort, but the more lessons she went through, the more she was actually itching to get in the board room. However, today it seemed she wouldn't be starting with a return visit to her jewelry consultant which made her furrow her new brow in confusion. 'We've already picked out most of my collection, I wonder why they're having me meet with Raoul again?
