Almost as soon as the darkness envelopes my vision I find it slowly returning, the black edges receding as I'm left staring up at the ceiling and the bright fluorescent lights hanging over me. The sound of the room is still horrible muddled, blending together into an inaudible mess.
My arms and legs ache slightly beneath me, my muscles twitching and pulsing like a collection of cramps as my brain quickly tries to rewire itself for my new form. As sensation slowly returns to me the most disconcerting feeling finally hits me, a sharp stinging pain and radiating heat on my ass. Despite the newly cushioned behind I had found myself with the feeling of the ice-cold metal table beneath me was doing nothing to help the impact point of the auctioneer's previous slaps.
As the pain settles in I find myself growing more and more accustomed to me new form, the chill of the room assaulting my soft and sensitive flesh. Shivering in place I let out a shocked gasp, feeling the subtle jiggle of my modest bust and my plump squishy thighs.
"Ms. Hughes, you..." calls a voice to my left, my mind immediately sparking with recognition and blocking out the remainder of his words. It was the young man who had wired me up, or really had wired up my former body before this process all began. In my mind's eye I find his face locking in with a surprising amount of clarity, especially considering the fact my vision still had yet to properly return. His sun kissed skin, green eyes with subtle flecks of brown, dark brown slightly greasy hair tied back with a black band made of...
I have to force the image from my mind before becoming overwhelmed by the details, taking a deep breath as I listen to my soft feminine gasps. "What the hell was that?" I think to myself, blinking rapidly as I try to hasten my recovery.
"Ms. Hughes, you need to get up" the young tech repeats, his blurred form entering into the corner of my vision and looming over me.
"Come on Cameron!" shouts the familiar voice of the older tech, obviously getting frustrated. "We still need to do a diagnos...I do it myself I guess!" he cries out, the sound of his footsteps growing closer before passing by behind me.
Blinking a little more I continue to gaze up at the young man, only to find that he remains in a relatively blurred and indistinct shape. Groaning to myself I wriggle on the table, pushing myself up with my arms as I find myself feeling far lighter than before.
"Why is my vision...so...blurry..." I mutter softly, my words slowing to a crawl as I hear a thick Chinese accent drip from each and every syllable. My heart leaps into my throat, my large almond-shaped eyes going wide as I quickly begin to fully realize just what some of these 'changes' included.
"I...uh...I'm not..." the young tech stammers, obviously unsure how to handle the reaction on my part.
"Farsighted!" shouts the older tech from the bed next to mine, obviously wanting me up and out of his space as soon as possible. "Sammie! Clothes!" he continues, trying to get me equipped to leave.
"I'm still working..." Sammie calls back before being cut off by the older tech.
"Fine! Fine, just hurry that up. Cameron! Clothes! And Ms. Hughes, do you want a new first same while we're here?" the older man asks, causing the blurry figure of Cameron to race off and out of my sight.
"I...uh...I mean..." I stammer in kind, wriggling my new tongue around in my mouth to try and get a little more familiar with my faculties and in a vain attempt to take more control over my warped speech.
"Today Ma'am!" the tech incredulously retorts, pacing around the adjacent table in thought. "How were your knees?" he suddenly asks out of nowhere, his voice dropping down to a more courteous tone.
"My...my knees? They were...not great..." I reply, remembering how they clicked and popped on occasion and scowling a bit as I hear my new accent slip through against my will. "Why do I sound like...like...li..." I begin to complain, repeating a particularly troublesome syllable.
"Who knows" mutters the older tech, his tone making him sound in deep thought. "To fit in better? To be a punishment...maybe it was a sex thing" the tech continues, my stomach turning as he mentions the last possibility.
As I get myself into a properly seated position I wind up hunching over, my new black silky hair obscuring my vision as I look down at myself. My eyes lock onto my new chest, the modest mounds of fat beneath me stealing my attention along with the dark areolas and thick hardened nipples. I can't help but let out a shocked gasp as the sight, one of my slender hands snapping over my mouth as I feel my new soft plump lips for the first time.
"Nice...and...big..." the older tech mutters to himself, causing me to look over towards him. Reaching up to part my neat bob from my vision I let out a terrified yelp, my blood running cold as I stare at the old tech grabbing and measuring my old body's cock. It is an extremely eerie sight, my former body laying down on the surgical table with a rock-hard erection and the same polite smile plastered over his face as the rest of the bodies that had been sold.
"H...Hey, that's..." I squeak nervously, shuffling myself towards the edge of the table and wincing as I feel my plump and plush new rear squish and grind against the cold surgical steel.
"Body-Boutique Property, that's what it is" the older tech grumbles back, turning to poke and prod elsewhere around my old body. "Low muscle mass, low body fat, not mint condition but...we can move this" the man continues, making his assessment before finishing with one last measurement of my height.
I however can't take my eyes away from my former member, mesmerized for a moment at the sight of the hard rod from this strange foreign angle. Before I can dwell on the sight for too long the blurry form of Cameron shuffle back into my line of sight, blocking my view of my former body as he passes me a pile of flimsy paper clothes and a set of cheap black panties.
"Here" mumbles the nervous young man, his facial expression lost on me even as I squint up at him. "Sorry, but we don't have anything that can help with farsighted...ness" he explains apologetically, "Not a 'necessity' apparently."
"Hey! She can still drive herself home!" shouts the older tech from behind Cameron, causing the young man to jump with shock. "And Sammie! ID!" she continues, desperate to clear the table for the next customer.
"I need to know if she's taking a new name sir" Sammie responds, a slight amount of frustration in her voice as she waits on me.
"Um...Julie?" I mutter, trying to think of a name to match my new form. Immediately I regret my decision, hearing my accent slip in on the last syllable. "Wait I..." I begin to squeak before Sammie cuts me off.
"Too late, Julie Hughes it is" she calls out, finalizing the process on her end. "If you want a different name you'll have to go through the proper channels." she explains, the sound of a printer rumbling to life entering the general chaotic din of the room.
Whimpering slightly at the realization I was stuck with my ill-thought-out name, I slowly push myself off the table and onto my feet. As I reach the edge, turning to slide my legs over the side I feel my new petite feet merely dangle in the air. Sliding off I feel my stomach sink, the fall from the table to the floor feeling far more pronounced than I had assumed it would be.
As my feet make contact with the cold floor I let out a pained hiss before immediately shifting to stand on the balls of my feet to avoid as much contact as possible with the icy surface beneath me. With each of these sharp movements I'm reminded of my new generous rear, the thick fatty mass bouncing and jiggling much to my own discomfort.
Looking down I stare at the clothes in my hands, the flimsy hospital attire that would afford little protection from the elements.
"Um...where are the clothes I..." I begin to ask, placing the pants and top on the table behind me as I begin to fiddle with my new panties. I can't help but play with them in my grip, stretching and teasing the elastic of the small set of underwear.
"Oh, I'll get your things" Cameron pipes up, rushing over to the foot of my body's table as he begins to gather everything for me. "You might be able to wear...these out...instead" he states, trying to be helpful as he places the clothing on the table along with the cheap disposable clothes I had been given.
Looking them over, trying to make out what blurry blobs were what clothes, I attempt to decide what to wear. Fully aware that it might still be raining outside I needed...something, but what exactly I could still get on comfortably was an entirely separate uncomfortable matter.
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