The twisting sensation in his stomach continued and seemed to radiate outwards, making Jon, who had been standing throughout the presentation, lean against the wall.
"Jon-boy, are you okay?" Karyn asked, worried.
"Oh, Mr. Gibson is quite alright, but he won't be Mr. Gibson for long," Ms. Cane joked.
Jon was trying to grasp what that meant when a slight burning sensation, like he'd stayed out in the sun too long, started spreading all over his skin. He looked down at his arms with wonder as pale white pigment gave way to a slightly darker palette, settling on a typical south east Asian skin tone. The change in coloration was accompanied by a fair amount of his body hair withering away; he pulled his tee shirt out to look down and see his chest was now smooth, and a mole above his left pectoral had vanished. Actually, if he could have seen himself, he'd have seen pretty much all his blemishes fade away, from the blackhead on his forehead to the scar on his elbow he'd gotten falling off a bicycle.
He really didn't have time to take it in as the changes only accelerated, including presumably inside as well if the way his stomach was doing somersaults was any indication. Jon wasn't the tallest guy, at only 5'9, but pretty soon he wasn't even that any more. He had the most peculiar sensation of his bones reshaping as the world rose around him, until he'd dropped at least half a foot of height, leaving him only taller than Mikey of everyone else in the room. As he was losing height he also lost weight, feeling his stomach pull in and baby fat all over melt away as the tiny machines all through out his body repurposed matter.
"Jon your face!" Zoe yelled. All the other assembled 'contestants' had been staring at Jon with a mixture of horror and wonder, but Zoe was the first to find her voice.
Jon couldn't see, only feel things moving, but the rest of the room were privy to the sight of the teen's face completely rearranging. His eyes stayed brown but the shape changed, acquiring an epicanthic fold that gave them an almond shape, and his lashes thickened and grew. His somewhat bushy eyebrows became sculpted and pulled back artfully, before his cheekbones rose to become more prominent. His nose straightened and shifted along with his jawline, while at the same time his lips plumped a bit and his ears shrunk. Inside his mouth a few nanites straightened and whitened his teeth. Within less than a minute Jon's face had entirely changed to that of an attractive woman of Asian descent, and it didn't stop there.
Jon felt pressure all along his scalp before suddenly his hair was exploding out of his head, growing and growing and growing until it tumbled, all bouncy and lovely over his shoulders, darkening to black at the same time. That pressure in his scalp suddenly felt like small potatoes as a new pressure was now building in his chest, distracting him so much he wasn't fully aware of his throat and collar bone reshapeing or his shoulders pulling in to be less broad. He stumbled backwards as all of a sudden his chest ballooned outwards, the nanites having found a use for all that extra matter they'd been consuming. The Led Zepplin tee shirt he'd been wearing that day had started to swamp him as he shrunk and grew more petite, but now it was pulling tight again against his growing breasts. Within moments Jon surpassed Bethany, then Karyn, then Zoe then Linda, then finally Ms. Cane to have the biggest bust of anyone in the room. Later that day he'd learn he was now sporting a 32 C-Cup sized pair of breasts, not the largest in the world but certainly still seeming enormous on her new tiny frame. At the moment, though, all he was aware of was the irritating sensation of the rough cotton of his stretched shirt, which had pulled tight enough over his breasts to reveal his new smooth and toned tummy, on his newly sensitive nipples.
While his chest grew more sensitive, his crotch momentarily grew less so, and Jon had the unique sensation of his penis dissolving away to nothing, like a candle burning down as the nanites disassembled it on the cellular level. For a brief moment he felt nothing at all between his legs before entirely new feelings emerged, even more intense; it wasn't hard to guess what the little robots were doing, they were building him, or rather her now, a vagina. She quivered with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment as she felt her clitoris slide into place and the whole organ moisten. Inside of her it was hooking up with other changes that had been going on, giving the new woman a fully functioning reproductive system from her uterus to the eggs bearing her new DNA.
After that the rest was almost an anticlimax, as her butt expanded a bit, enough that it would have pulled her jeans uncomfortably tight against her balls if she'd still had them. That was followed by her legs developing smooth muscle and a thigh gap forming, along with a dozen other little changes reshaping her hands to be smaller along with her feet, widening her hips some but not cartoonishly so, and brushing up all the bigger changes until she stood, in an ill fitting pair of jeans and a stretched tee, looking for all the world like a very beautiful, short, busty, Asian woman.
"Ladies and Gentleman," the man cut in as the changes finally stopped, "I present to you, the lovely Mrs. Luna Nguyen Richmond. Ms. Cane, why don't you fill Luna in a bit on the life that goes along with her smashing new body?"
"Certainly, Mr. Stiltskin," the blonde replied, oblivious or uncaring of the shock the rest of the room minus Kenji were in. "Mrs. Luna Richmond, maiden name Nguyen, is a 36 year old wife, homemaker, and stay at home mom of Vietnamese descent. She cares very deeply for her spouse and four children, acting as the epitome of her role. She's also a well bred society lady, coming from a prominent family herself, and is perfectly at ease at the country club or the dinner party. She'll be wanting to get involved in her new community and make her mark, but her first priority will be supporting her new family. I also have heard she's quite the fashionista, so the wardrobe department will have her out of those old Jon clothes and into something more appropriate quite soon!"
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