"What?" Jon asked, dumbfounded. He felt like a parrot, constantly saying that, but given everything that the doctors had thrown at him since he woke up, bafflement felt like an appropriate response.
Rachel looked embarrassed but after Markus nudged her she gave a little cough and then started explaining. "Yes, well, you see. Uh, as Markus indicated, we're not supposed to alter any of the genetic templates, strictly speaking. Each new body is supposed to be a perfect copy of a deceased individual and only made after they've died by accident or what have you. There's also a lot of frankly silly rules about, uh, employees not working on their own DNA and not transferring yourself to a younger body to live forever and, y'know, never letting two copies of the same brain pattern be active at the same time."
"Right," Markus said with a sigh, rubbing his temples, "and obviously we're breaking pretty much all of those rules right now, which means we're in trouble. Rachel is a wunderkind at genetics so she gets more leeway than most, but SavePoint is draconian about enforcing it's rules."
"So, you're saying you'll be arrested if your bosses find out about me," Jon surmised.
Markus laughed, "oh no. If they find out what happened, we'll be lucky to ever see the light of day again. Cloning is not public knowledge yet and the company takes any misuse of its technology deadly seriously. If they find out about you, Rachel and I are on our way to a black site and you'll probably be liquidated."
"He means killed," Rachel added helpfully, making Jon swallow hard.
"Right," Markus muttered with a nod, seeming to size Jon up. "So, I'm hoping you understand the stakes now and I can trust you not to go running and screaming if I release your full motor function?"
"Y-yeah," Jon agreed in that breathy soprano voice he still couldn't get used to. Markus hit a few controls and Jon was suddenly assailed with sensation. He felt so different, like all his proportions were off from what his mind was expecting. He took shifted his head now that he could and could feel long hair shifting between his head and the pillow. He glanced down and saw a significant mass he wasn't used to under his hospital gown.
Rachel took him gently by the arm and helped him sit up. "There's a mirror over on the wall, if you'd, uh, like to get a look at yourself."
A part of Jon really didn't want to, because it would mean confirming the insane reality they'd been telling him his life had become, but then again, maybe it was best just to rip off the band-aid. He let himself be helped to his feet, surprised when he touched the ground a split-second earlier than his body had expected. Contrary to what he might have expected, he realized he was actually taller in this female body compared to his old one, and in fact the tallest one in the room. He stepped softly towards the mirror to get a look at himself and his mouth dropped open.
Jon was a babe. There was no other way to put it. The open mouthed girl staring back at him was the kind of woman who would haunt his wet dreams for weeks if he saw her on the street. She was maybe 6'1 and Jon could tell even through the hospital gown that the body was stacked and sculpted with smooth muscle. Hell, she had actual biceps. Speaking of hospital gowns, he literally couldn't believe that the girl in the mirror, the girl he had trouble thinking of as himself, was rocking hers, which shouldn't be possible. They were like the most unflattering garment ever made but it clung to her body in a way he'd never seen before. Maybe Markus and Rachel had gotten one a size or two too small but it ended just a bit below his butt, showing off long lightly tanned legs. This body didn't have the unsightly bulges of a female body builder, but he could feel the power in those legs. Like with the rest of the body it was like someone had pushed a slider to give her as much athleticism as possible before she might potentially start losing femininity. That thought bounced around Jon's head as he, or maybe she, realized it would be utterly impossible to deny her newfound womanhood.
She moved an elegant, dainty hand over her stomach and could feel her sixpack through the thin polyester while her other hand reached around and disbelieving squeezed her ass. It wasn't giant, but it was a pert, powerful little bubble that along with her new hips and tiny waist gave her the bottom half of the hourglass figure she realized she now possessed. A choked giggle escaped her lips as she remembered her mom talking to her friend about a dress that could help give the illusion of curves, and realized her body was doing the opposite and showing her curves even through the shapeless gown. Her hands crept upwards and she cupped the twin perky cantaloupes she was smuggling now; she had now clue what her bra size was, and frankly a limited idea of hos the sizes worked int he first place, but it wasn't like she was wearing one anyways. It didn't seem like she needed one, since even though they were certainly big, at least as big as Amber's and maybe even as big as Sarah's, they didn't sag even slightly. She gave them the teeniest squeeze and felt a shiver of titillation from her, well, from her tits and her new nipples stiffened a bit against the cheap polyester. Jon immediately let go; she couldn't afford to explore in that direction ..... right now.
Instead she forced herself to focus on the head atop her new shoulders. Sparkling big emerald eyes looked back at her from lashes so full she wondered if Rachel and Markus had applied mascara while she was unconscious for some bizarre reason. Her eyebrows were naturally sculpted without the need for plucking, and her lips were full but not cartoonishly so, their color a soft pink. She had a slender, slightly upturned nose and ears with slightly separated lobes that looked like they were just made to be pierced. Long dark brown hair with caramel highlights spilled down to her middle back in glossy, slightly wavy tresses. It felt strange to have that weight up there, but dear god did it look good. Jon had the bizarre experience of getting turned on by her own reflection and forced herself to tear her gaze away, looking back at the two bumbling technicians her fate was now tied to. She focused on Rachel and unconsciously put one hand on her hip as she joked, "well at least you have good taste."
