"Oh well you'll still have all your memories of yourself, we can't touch those" Dr. Jones chuckles. "But for everything else...well you'll have up to four options to pick from" Dr. Jones continues, grabbing the computer screen and tilting it slowly until we could both see the plain black text on the screen. "You'll see at most four options, though less for some traits, and you'll get to pick one. But...Well this is a full rework of yourself, the prize doesn't let you...pass on any choice and simply keep yourself as is" Dr. Jones explains, her face contorting with an almost compassionate and understanding look.
"I...I can't just..." I begin to mutter, my eyes darting between the matronly blonde woman and the screen.
"If you see an option that matches you already you can select that, something like a common interest, but otherwise you'll have to pick something new...Sorry" she replies through clenched teeth. "Would you like to continue?"
"I...uh..." I stammer, my heart racing and stomach sinking as the implications sink in. What were the chances that there would be any sort of double-up in traits? How much of myself was I willing to lose? At the same time, even if I saved all my life I would never have another chance like this to start over.
"Yes...I'd like to continue" I finally respond, shifting in my seat awkwardly.
"Wonderful" Dr. Jones chirps, leaning around to get a better view of the screen as she types away at the keyboard and fiddles with the mouse. "Now...we're going to move through the options in order they appear in our system, but feel free to try and go back if you change your mind...though we can't promise that specific trait will still be available" Dr. Jones explains, making one last emphatic click of the mouse.
"Firstly..." Dr. Jones mutters, obviously a little nervous about the question. "Will you be remaining a...man?" she asks, trying to be delicate about the query but falling a little flat.
I choke a little at the implication, coughing to clear my throat as the thought really hits me. I had been a man for nearly three decades, I hadn't really thought about paying the Swap Clinic's exorbitant fees to change that. However, now it was free for me to choose.
Dr. Jones, noticing my struggle, smiles warmly at me from across the desk. "It's alright if you don't want to make that sort of change...but still...why not try something new" she says, glancing down at her own body encased in the skin-tight sweater with a subtle grin.
For a moment I can't help but wonder about Dr. Jones' past, but I quickly shake the thought from my head. I had so much more to do, I just needed to make a choice.
"I'll...uh...I'll try being a woman" I state, blushing heavily as I sink back into my seat.
"Excellent" Dr. Jones states, ticking a box on the screen. "We always have access to that particular trait"
A window suddenly pops up on the screen, a series of four options being listed out inside it.
"Alright, Mr. Hughes... You have some nice light brown hair now...We have..." Dr. Jones mutters, reading over the available choices. "A blonde, brunette, redhead, and someone with black hair currently in our offices. Which would you like for the new you?" Dr. Jones asks.
"So I could just pick..." I begin to ask before being quickly cut off by Dr. Jones.
"Yes yes, you can just pick Brunette. The shade may be a little different, but it'll remain the same in essence" Dr. Jones says, huffing a little at the thought of such a boring choice.
I dart my eyes around the room as if looking for the answer in space as I try to wrangle with my choices. I was always partial to dark and red-haired women but did I want to be my own wet dream when this was all said and done? Brunette was also out of the question, my own brown hair falling in my eyes and reminding me to try new things.
"Blonde hair...is easy to dye right?" I ask Dr. Jones.
"Oh yes" she replies, "The others would need far more peroxide to get them light enough not to affect the dye."
"Then I'll be a blonde" I state, figuring I can always change it later without the help of the Swap Clinic.
With a simple nod Dr. Jones selects one of the sections of text, a green box appearing around it as she locks it in.
"One down...a lot left to go" Dr. Jones chuckles.
"Alright, so you have your hair pretty neat and short now. How would you like your new blonde hair?" Dr. Jones asks.
"Uh...you mean like going to the hairdresser?" I respond in confusion.
"No...well yes...Some people sell their hairstyle at the Swap Clinic after they get frustrated or bored with it" Dr. Jones clarifies. "We currently have some straight hair that reaches down to the...ass, wavy shoulder-length hair, short hair with a messy fringe, and... I believe it's called a side shave?" Dr. Jones lists out before pausing as she mimes the side shave, covering one side of her head and emphasizing the remainder on the other side.
I have to fight back a laugh as I watch the older woman try to explain the punk-ish alternative hairstyle. I know it could cost a lot to get one of those normally, but I wasn't sure if I wanted it for myself. A shiver of fear runs down my spine at the thought of managing the longer hair cuts, having never had any style longer than my shoulders before.
"I think I'd be okay with the fringe" I say to Dr. Jones, "I mean, I can always grow it out later and it gives me time to learn a hair routine"
"Sounds good" she responds, quickly making the selection before moving one.
"Next up we have..." Dr. Jones begins, trailing off as she sees one of the options. "Oh...this is a rare one"
"What do you..." I try to say before Dr. Jones quickly returns to explaining the choices.
"Sorry sorry, this is for eye color. We have green, blue, brown, and...Well a mix of two...I mean different colored eyes...Heterochromia" Dr. Jones explains, obviously thrown for a loop at the appearance of the option.
I had been about to pick green once I heard it, but now I was having second thoughts. The idea of having two different colored eyes was driving the nerd in me wild.
With a broad grin I can't help but respond "I'll take the mix please, can it be blue and green?"
"Let me just...yes, we can do that" Dr. Jones mutters, selecting the choice before making a few other notes and selections to get the right mix.
"Next up we have..." Dr. Jones pauses as the list populates "Race...It seems you have the choice between Caucasian, Asian, Hispanic, and Mediterranean."
I'm taken aback a little by the question, having already struggled with the gender choice now I was thrust into another major decision that loomed far larger than the simplistic hair and eye choices I had made before. A small part of me almost regrets not taking the dark hair, feeling blonde might clash with the other choices. The thought of becoming a Hispanic or Asian girl driving me wild for a moment, almost making me consider changing my hair choice, before I remember that I wasn't building my own wet dream here.
"I know it's boring but...I'll take Caucasian" I say.
Dr. Jones. just responds with a silent nod, making the choice in the system before rapidly moving on.
"Alright, so now we have to select your new age" Dr. Jones explains, chuckling to herself as she sees the options. "Strange, usually older people are trying to get rid of their age not the younger crowd. The options we have for you are eighteen, twenty-four, thirty-six, and forty-one"
I swallow hard at the options, finding myself right in the middle of those options with half offering to make me younger and half offering to advance me along this mortal coil. If I was making a change like this I was definitely getting back some time, regaining some of my youth, but could I go back to the start of adulthood entirely.
I wrestle with the thought for a few minutes, Dr. Jones looking on with great interest as I try to come to a decision. "You know...us women mature...sexually later than men" she says, blushing a little as she bites her bottom lip.
As the words mature hit my ears I can't help but recoil inside, not wanting to be described like that for as long as possible. "Eighteen" I squeak, "I mean I'll be eighteen again".
Dr. Jones chuckles to herself, moving to make the selection. "So I can't tempt you into picking forty-one? I've been looking for a girlfriend my age to help wing woman for me". I don't respond as she works at the computer, my eyes locking onto her hands as I see the lack of any wedding ring on her finger.
"Either way, next up we have height" Dr. Jones states, breaking the somewhat awkward silence of the room. "You are...I'm guessing 6'3" or 6'4", someone is going to be happy with that trait" she says with a laugh. "But for you...you can choose from 4'9", 5'1", 5'4", and 5'9" in terms of your new height"
I feel my blood turn cold at the thought of losing so much of my height. I had always towered over most other people since the middle of high school, and the idea of losing over a foot of my height rocked me to my very soul.
"If it helps..." Dr. Jones interjects, "The average height for women is around 5'4" so perhaps...well if you wanted to be average..."
"That one...I'll take the average" I stammer, taking her advice.
"Wonderful" she chimes, making the choice for me. "If you want any...womanly advice feel free to ask" she chuckles as we move on.
"Alright, we've got to keep moving. Next, we have build...so body shape" Dr. Jones explains, glancing down at herself again with a smile. She runs her gaze over the screen before speaking again. "So you can pick from Petite, Average, Athletic, and...Pear-Shaped."
"Pear-Shaped?" I mutter, tilting my head in confusion.
"It means you'll have wider hips" she explains before blushing a little as a grin begins to form. "Something for someone to...uh...hold onto"
I myself begin to blush at her claim, having avoided thinking about that part of my new life for the most part. I consider picking an Athletic build, but knowing myself I wouldn't do what I need to maintain it. Average just sounded so...average, and Petite while cute just didn't feel right.
"I'll take the...uh...pear" I respond, looking down at my relatively slim build that appears to be a straight line all the way down.
"Becoming a little curvier. See, it's fun to try new things" Dr. Jones responds.
As she reads the next choice on the screen she begins to nibble at her lip again as she absentmindedly squeezes her large breasts between her arms.
"Alright so have you thought about cup size?" she asks, struggling not to look down at herself as she asks the question.
"I...No...I mean I didn't expect to ever..." I respond, stumbling over my words.
Dr. Jones quickly holds up a hand to silence me, smiling warmly as she looks to the screen. "Well...you can choose from a B, C, D, or E cup" she explains, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Would you like some advice?" she asks, registering my confusion.
"I...yes please" I reply, glancing down at my flat chest.
"Don't fixate on what you're attracted to in other people, you're going to be carrying these likely for the rest of your life. Pick something that you'll be happy with, enough that you won't get jealous of other girls but also keeping in mind clothing and bra availability as well as...back issues" she explains, adjusting herself in her seat as if to emphasize the heft of her generous chest.
"So you would recommend..." I trail off, awaiting a response.
She chuckles and sighs a little. "Well I'd recommend a modest B or C cup...but you could get away fine with a D and...well the effect...larger sizes can have on people is pretty great" she says candidly, losing her fight against looking at herself as she glances at her sweater encased rack.
"I'll take a...a D cup" I stammer, deciding to go with the larger end of the options.
"Alright, your next choice is...how big your rear is going to be" Dr. Jones says, pausing to think of a nice way of saying 'Ass Size'.
"I thought I picked Pear-Shaped?' I respond, a little confused at the distinction.
"Oh no, that was your build...your general body shape. This is for...how much mass there is, like how build didn't decide your breasts" she explains, taking pauses to think of how to describe everything in a way I could understand. "The options we have are Average, Large and Heart Shaped, Juicy, and Thicc" she says, rolling her eyes at the descriptions.
"Heart-Shaped? Juicy? Thicc?" I mumble in confusion.
"Uh...well...hmm" Dr. Jones mutters, trying to think of how to describe the options. "Heart-Shaped...It'll be above average, yet nice and firm. Juicy is quite big...something like an...Instagram model's behind. Thicc is...very large, soft and...giggly" she rambles, trying to equate the sizes.
I pause for a moment after she explains everything, still not quite sure what exactly they would look like on the future me. "I...I'll take the Heart-Shaped one...Average is boring right?" I say with a chuckle, trying to build more of a rapport with Dr. Jones.
She chuckles along with me, making the selection. "Who wants to be average when they can be more than that."
As the next selection of traits fills the screen Dr. Jones Claps her hands together. "Oh excellent, this is a fun one" she chirps, tilting the screen a little more for more to see. "This is the...Miscellaneous section, feel free to pick as many of these as you like" she explains, smiling as she too looks over the options.
"Uh...what? You said that I can only pick one trait" I state, glancing between her and the screen.
"For most choices yes, I mean you can't have blonde and black hair. But these are more like accessories, and most people are trying to get rid of them so feel free to pick any of them" she exclaims excitedly, mostly reading over the options herself gleefully. "So you can choose from...Let's see...Freckles, Glasses...Oh a New Accent and...oh my...This is listed as 'Squirter'" Dr. Jones states, growing flustered at the last option.
"I...uh...Well, I'd like some freckles I think" I mutter, trying to picture the future me.
"Excellent, how about the other options? Maybe some nice glasses or a new accent?" she asks, trying to get more of the options picked.
"I...why would I want worse vision?" I ask, having had 20/20 vision my whole life.
"For the aesthetic? Or maybe to make it seem like you're not from the Swap Clinic, I mean why would someone who used the Swap Clinic still have bad vision" she says with a chuckle.
I fidget in my seat, thinking over her reasoning. It would potentially help me live my new life without people questioning if I had used the Swap Clinic, allowing me to live a normal life. At the same time, I would be losing my perfect vision in exchange for just a worse version of it.
"I...uh..." I stammer nervously before Dr. Jones quietly interjects.
"Would you like to know more about the...the 'squirter' option?" she asks softly, misinterpreting what I was nervous about. "From my experience, it's usually someone who is...embarrassed about that trait trying to get rid of it. But many people enjoy...that...and it usually comes paired with...well...body shaking orgasms" she continues, her cheeks growing red either out of embarrassment or arousal at the topic.
My own face turns as red as a tomato, my mind struggling to deal with what she was talking about. However, as a guy I had always found that hot and the thought of being on the other side of it was a titillating concept.
"I'll...uh...I'll take it all" I mutter, not really thinking about the accent options as I speak.
Dr. Jones claps her hands once again giddily, selecting all four options before a sub-menu opens up. "Wonderful, so as for your new accent we have...French, English, Italian, or Spanish" she states, turning back to me.
"Oh...uh...will be able to speak the..." I begin to ask before she suddenly begins to shake er head.
"Sorry, but none of them are giving up language skills. They're just giving up their accent in exchange for another" she explains.
I slump my shoulders at the response, wondering if I would want a French accent while not being able to speak any French beyond what I learned in High School. "I...I suppose I'll take an English accent then" I reply, having always found those particular accents to be enticing in the past.
"A very good choice, very...posh as they say" Dr. Jones chuckles, quickly making the selection at moving on.
Looking at the screen Dr. Jones lets out a little sigh. "Alright, we're about halfway done. If you hadn't won the Grand Prize...well...this would all be fairly expensive" she mutters, bringing up the next option as her eyes go wide. "Oh my...uh...so...What sort of libido would you like?" she says with a nervous chuckle.
I immediately look away from Dr. Jones, averting my gaze as I let the question sink in.
"Your options are Average, Above-Average, High, and...oh my...Insatiable" she states, wincing at the last option.
"Insatia..." I begin to say, wanting to ask a question before being cut off.
"I can't in good conscious recommend that one, it will practically linger there with every waking thought" she states in a motherly tone, shaking her head in disapproval of the option. "But...it is your choice and..." she begins to say before I cut her off.
"No no, I was just wondering how bad it...I certainly don't want that...What would you...uh..." I mutter, trailing off as I grow nervous about asking her what she would recommend.
"Oh...uh...well...Average is boring right?" she says with a knowing glance. "So...High would mean you'd be...good to go, but it may creep into your day-to-day life and be rather frustrating. Above-Average would probably be a nice sweet spot" she explains, obviously unsure about her own descriptions due to their subjective nature.
"I'll take Above-Average then" I say with a nod.
Dr. Jones calms down as I give my response, letting out a sigh of relief before selecting the option.
Before her usual demeanor can return her eyes go wide again as the next trait to select pops onto the screen. "Alright...um...so how...sensitive would you like to be?" she asks, fidgeting in her chair a little.
"Sensitive...you mean my..." I begin to ask before she quickly interrupts.
"Yes of your...erogenous zones" she mutters before centering herself. "We have two options available, but we also have some additional choices that can...enhance the experience. The two base options available are Average, and High Sensitivity with the addons being Especially Sensitive Breasts and Ass" she says, coughing at the end to clear her through.
"I...uh...hmm" I mutter to myself trying to think of what to pick, not wanting to turn myself into some over-sexualized woman. "I know Average is boring but I think I'll take that" I say, mildly worried about what High could have done to me.
"That's perfectly fine...but are you taking any...additional options?" Dr. Jones asks warmly.
"No...I mean would you?" I ask, unsure about how my new body would feel with or without them.
"Well...let's see...While you may get a thrill from your breasts at the start, they aren't the best erogenous zone for quite a few women. With that option they would become sensitive to the touch, quite arousing to the touch alone. As for the Sensitive Ass, it isn't quite what it sounds like, it means the...um...well the cheeks being squeezed, pinched, played with will be fairly arousing in and of itself" she explains, struggling to get all the information across.
I sit for a moment, thinking it over as I worry that the Average Sensitivity may leave me wanting. "I'll uh...I'll take them both...if I can" I respond, chewing at my bottom lip at the thought of being able to enjoy my body long after the initial thrill wears off.
"Of course you can, let me just...select the..." Dr. Jones mutters, quickly returning to her work.
Reading the next trait Dr. Jones lets out a little sigh, obviously finding the option a little easier than the last two. "Have you thought about what sexual preferences you would like to have?" she asks rather nonchalantly.
I reel at the question a little, clearing my throat before responding. "Oh...uh...well I'm straight so I...well I'd like to like women" I respond rather nervously, watching as Dr. Jones shakes her head.
"I'm sorry Mr. Hughes but that isn't an option currently, at least not on its own. You can pick from being...Attracted exclusively to men, being Bi leaning towards men, being Bi leaning towards women, and being Bi with no lean" she explains.
Swallowing hard my mind races through the options, the thought of being attracted to men having never really crossed my mind. "I...I'll take the women one I..." I begin to respond as Dr. Jones leans in to speak a little candidly.
"My advice, Bi with no preference gives you...options. Think about it, why stick with what you already like when you can open up some new...opportunities" she says with an uncoordinated wink.
I blush heavily as I contemplate what she was saying. She did have a point, this was most likely my one chance to change up things like this so why would I seek to maintain the status quo. "You...uh...you make a good point. I'll be Bi...but with no strong leaning" I mutter, giving her a smile.
Dr. Jones quickly smiles back warmly as she inputs the choice with a nod. "You won't regret it."
"Okay, this is a simple one" Dr. Jones sighs, growing a little exhausted from the rapid-fire question she was having to do. "Would you rather be Submissive or a Switch? I mean would you rather have a dominant partner or a bit of a mix in them?" She asks, mixing up how the question was asked to help me understand.
I look away from her as I consider the choice. I had always been a fairly submissive guy, but due to my size and being a guy I had never really found an opportunity to explore that side of myself. This was my chance to try something I never had a chance to...but at the same time, I could try the other side as well if I were a Switch.
"Switch...Please" I mumble, looking back up at a grinning Dr. Jones.
"Of course, leaving your options open" she chuckles as she selects it.
As the next set of options begin to populate the tree Dr. Jones begins to chew at her lip, hemming and hawing to herself as she thinks over the selection. "Alright, so this is about your education level..." she states, trailing off as she shifts into deep thought.
"Oh I'm a postgraduate and..." I begin to pipe up before Dr. Jones begins to shake her head again.
"Are there many eighteen-year-old postgraduates around? Besides, that isn't an option here" She says, tilting her head from side to side as she thinks about what was available. "You can pick from being a High School Dropout, a High School Graduate, a College Dropout, and a College Undergraduate" she explains, looking over to me.
"That...that's so much worse than what I have" I stammer, looking at the screen as though to double-check the options.
"Well...you are going back nearly a decade in age, it makes sense to lose that decade of study" Dr. Jones states with a knowing look and thin smile on her lips. "You could be a college dropout or college graduate...but that could raise questions about whether you had used the Swap Clinic".
I sigh deeply, slumping down into the soft plush chair. I had spent a decade getting my qualifications, my degrees and my education were important to me. However, Dr. Jones had a point in that it would be weird to be a college graduate at my new age.
"Alright, I'll go back to being a High School Grad" I say with a sigh, hanging my head in sorrow.
"I'm sure you'll be able to earn it all back in no time, assuming you want to" Dr. Jones says reassuringly as she locks in my choice.
Reading through the next set of choices for me to pick from Dr. Jones furrows her brow, obviously struggling with one of the options available. "This is...odd" she mutters, clicking and typing away at the computer.
"What is?" I ask, leaning in to read the screen but finding the text shifting around and flying by as Dr. Jones rapidly tries to find the answer to her problem.
"This is for your employment and financial situation" she mutters, leaning closer and closer into the screen. "But one doesn't...make...any...sense..." she claims, trailing off as her eyes dart over a block of text on the screen.
Suddenly her expression perks up, a smile appearing across her lips as she sits back up. "Oh...Okay that makes sense" she exclaims, stretching her back a little after the short bout of bad posture she had endured in her search. "Alright, so your option for work are...I'll need to explain that one...oh a Management Position with a High Income, an Artist with a Highly Variable Income, a Bartender with a fairly Poor Income, and...well..." Dr. Jones trails off, tilting the screen to face her side more to avoid leaning in again.
"Unemployed, so no job skills...but you'll have a rather large trust fund. It will pay you $1000 a week, and you will have access to the whole account once you graduate college" she explains, double-checking her reading of the text. "Sorry, we very rarely get ones like this"
"I...so if I take one of the jobs I'd get the skills required and..." I trail off, trying to think of how to end the question.
"Exactly, you'd get the skills that the person originally had to perform the job and lose your old employment skills. The trust however...well that has no listed job skills, it'd be as if you had never worked before" Dr. Jones explains.
I liked my job, or at least the job I had before being laid off. However, after eating through my saving the thought of having a free and steady income sounded like a dream come true.
"I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll give up all my job skills for that...that trust fund" I said with a wince.
Dr. Jones nodded in agreement, quickly snapping up the offer before someone else saw it. "I would have done the same thing...Though I have a college degree, you'll have the earn another to get access to the full amount in the trust" she says, chuckling a little at the implication of her taking it as is.
"Okay, this one is easy...kind of" Dr. Jones states, clicking her tongue as she glances at the options and tilts the screen back towards me in an effort to share the information. "This will help determine your new hobbies and some skills to go with them."
"Do I...only get to pick one?" I ask, finding the idea of only having one hobby rather strange.
"No no, you'll be getting rid of...Major hobbies, things you do every week or every day for instance" she clarifies. "Today you can choose from Dancing, Cooking, Video Games, and Gardening. What sort of hobbies do you do on a daily basis?" she asks, trying to determine how many I could choose from.
"I...uh...well I play video games a lot, though I've been doing it less recently. I also read daily and I suppose I'm really into TV" I explain, unsure of what constituted a hobby.
"Fantastic, you'll be able to pick three options then...or I suspect two" Dr. Jones chirps, raising her eyebrows at the thought of me reselecting video games.
"I...yeah I want to select video games...but...uh...I'll take gardening and...Well, I can already cook just fine..." I mutter, trailing off.
"Cooking because you have to and cooking as a hobby are very different" Dr. Jones explains. "As a hobby you'll be trying new recipes all the time, you'd be the sort of person that brings homemade cookies and brownies to events just because".
"Oh...uh...well I've never liked dancing much...but I like the idea of cooking for people so...yeah I'll take that one too" I mutter, nodding as I make my choice.
"Those are some excellent choices, you'll make some guy or girl very happy with those cooking skills" Dr. Jones chimes in with a warm laugh, quickly selecting my choices.
"Oh...this one is rather tough" Dr. Jones hisses as she sees what is next.
"What is it?" I ask, leaning in to read the screen a little better as I see a heading reading 'Style'.
"This trait is what sort of style you'll lean towards in your new life, clothing choices I mean" she explains, shaking her head a little. "I wish they included pictures with this one, at least of what the person looking to give up the trait was wearing when they offered it up. Regardless, your options are Casual, Alternative, Artsy/Hipster, and Party Girl".
"Um...what's Casual mean?" I ask, finding the description lacking.
"Well...That's a hard question, each person selects the option they think best reflects their own style. Casual would be anything from liking shirts and jeans, to having a predilection towards tracksuit pants and baggy hoodies" Dr. Jones explains to me, obviously frustrated at the vagueness of the option.
Huffing along with Dr. Jones I read over the options, trying to think about what the me I was building would look like in each of the styles. The more and more I thought about it the more I found myself leaning towards Artsy/Hipster, images of cozy beanies and sweaters coming to mind along with light airy outfits or even overalls.
"I'll take Artsy and Hipster" I chime, breaking Dr. Jones out of her grumpy mumbling.
"Oh...are you sure?... I mean fantastic, sorry I was lost in my own little world" she replies, shaking her head as some strands of her blonde hair fall in front of her face.
Dr. Jones quickly sets about putting in my clothing option, still grumbling under her breath at how subject that whole thing was. With a sigh of relief, she begins to read over the new trait and options before her shoulders suddenly slump. Without a word she begins to type away at the computer again, multiple windows opening up on the screen faster than I can read them.
"Sorry, but...Look I don't want you to go into this option without all the information you deserve, just give me...a...minute" she explains, focusing on her task as I lean back into the seat and look around the rather bland room.
I find my mind wandering as to whether this was the right thing to do, if I should be making all these changes. However, before I can go too deep down that rabbit hole I'm snapped from my train of thought by Dr. Jones.
"Sorry, okay so this option is for your new living situation. I just wanted to get some more information about the areas for each option. Your options are Renting a Tiny Apartment in the City, Owning a Cozy Cottage in the Mountains, Renting a House by the Coast, and Owning a Lavish Apartment in the City" she explains.
I open my mouth to speak, however, Dr. Jones raises her hand to cut me off.
"So...both the apartments are fairly close to some form of college, so you could try to get your degree somewhat easily. The cottage in the mountains is a decent distance from the nearest town, but that town is a rather large hob for the region and has its own community college. Lastly, the coastal house is a part of a small and very old village that lacks any form of high education" she explains, taking a deep breath after her long and quick summary.
I hum under my breath in frustration, finding the options difficult to pick from. I would love to live up in the mountains in a cottage that I own, but being so isolated would be hard in starting a new life. As for the coast, I may only be there for as long as my lease but then that would be putting off the decision until further down the road. Lastly, the two apartments seemed appealing, with one seeming far more appropriate for the new life I was making.
"I...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll take the small apartment...the rented one" I mutter, obviously none too happy with my decision.
Dr. Jones nods approvingly, obviously having come to the same conclusion. "I couldn't agree more, the other options would have been...strange for the new you".
There is a brief silence as I sit in contemplation of my choices up until this point. Turning myself into a short, blonde, English girl wasn't really what I had intended when I came here today, but here I was.
Before I can linger on what I was to become and what I was losing I found myself being brought back to reality by Dr. Jones as she clears her throat. "Just a bit more before we're done" she says reassuringly. "Alright, so what did you want your new name to be?" she asks in a rather matter-of-fact tone. The options are...Mia, Kelly, Wendy, and Jane" she asks, giving me a soft smile as she lists the options.
"New...New name? Why would I need a new name" I ask, wondering why it was necessary considering I could just change it at the correct government office.
"It'll be your birth name. You can change it, but this is the one that'll get listed on your new birth certificate. It helps make the new you feel...more new yet ground" she explains.
I wring my hands as I think over the options. Jane was close enough to my old name, but did I want something close. Wendy felt a little too old fashion, and I had never been a big fan of the name Kelly.
"I guess if I have to...I'll take Mia" I state, sounding a little more sure in my choice than I had with some of the other options.
"Excellent, let me just..." Dr. Jones mutters, trailing off.
A deep crimson tone begins to grow on Dr. Jones' face as she read the next option. "Uh...Last one" she squeaks, growing flustered as she reads the trait and its options. "It's...well...it's like the physical miscellaneous traits from before...but...well..." she stammers, taking a deep breath in an attempt to restore an air of professionalism.
Clearing her throat with a cough she clasps her hands together. "Are there any changes you'd like to make to your...fetishes?" she asks, a subtle smirk briefly appearing on her lips before disappearing behind a neutral expression. "You can add to or replace your fetishes from...Bondage, Exhibitionism, Sex in Public, and being simply Vanilla. People are often trying to get rid of these, so feel free to pick more than one".
Immediately my own face is matching the blush she had worn merely moments ago. I had always been largely vanilla in the bedroom, with some light bondage proclivities. I had dated a girl in the past with a thing for having sex in places with the risk of getting caught but had never gotten into it myself.
"Will...uh...will this affect my..." I begin to ask, struggling to formulate my question in my flustered state.
"No no, they're unlikely to be a...compulsion. It's more about deriving enjoyment from the activities, not being forced by them to act in certain ways" Dr. Jones clarifies "Especially considering you have a...reasonable libido".
I hem and haw in thought as I consider if I should add anything or even just remove my desire towards light bondage. "I'll...Can I take Sex in Public and Exhibitionist?" I ask meekly, fidgeting nervously.
With a nervous chuckle, Dr. Jones quickly makes the adjustments. "Of course, let me just make these last few...there we go" she mutters, the screen quickly changing to show a list of choices in sequence.
"Any changes you'd like to make?" Dr. Jones asks "Last chance...well unless you pay for more down the line...or win the Grand Prize again".
Leaning forwards in my seat I look at the list of plain text on the screen, reading over the options I had made.
Hair: Blonde
Hair Style: Messy Fringe
Eye Color: Heterochromia (Green/Blue)
Race: Caucasian
Age: 18
Height: 5'4"
Build: Pear-Shaped
Bust: D-Cup
Ass: Heart-Shaped
Miscellaneous: Freckles, Glasses, Squirter, Accent (English)
Libido: Above-Average
Sensitivity: Average (Sensitive Breasts and Ass)
Preference: Bi with No Leaning
Relationship: Switch
Education: High School Graduate
Financial Unemployed - Wealthy
Hobbies Add: Cooking, Gardening, Video Games
Hobbies Minus: Video Games, Reading, TV
Style: Artsy/Hipster
Home: Tiny Rented Apartment
Name: Mia
Fetish Add: Exhibitionist, Sex in PublicReading over the list it all starts to become real, the thought of living this new life crystalizing in a terrifying manner.
"I...uh...yeah that seems right...I mean...it's a lot and..." I stammer, beginning to wonder whether I should back out while I could.
"Changes like this are nerve-wracking to be sure, but I guarantee you'll feel a lot better once it is all said and done" Dr. Jones says in a consoling manner, reaching behind her desk and producing a plastic cup before filling it with clear liquid from a small bottle. "Here, this should calm you down. We've got a long day ahead".
"Thanks" I say, reaching out for the cup and drinking it in a single swig. As it runs down my throat I'm met with a dull metallic taste on my lips. "That tastes...kinda weird" I mutter, licking at my lips as I try to pin the taste.
"Like I said, something to calm you down. We use it to prepare people for the stronger anesthetics used in larger swaps. We're all ready to start the swaps, and it's a long list to get through" Dr. Jones says as she stands up, smoothing out her sweater and pants before walking around the desk.
I barely feel her hand on my arm as she helps me to my feet, the world almost lagging behind me in my vision.
"Sorry, I may have given you a bit too much there. Here, let me help you down to the chambers" Dr. Jones says with a groan, struggling to prop me up as we begin to walk. "Did you eat today? That stuff can hit harder on an empty stomach" she asks, not really expecting a response.
The world around me grows duller and duller as we shuffle out of the office and down the hallway deeper into the Clinic, my body feeling so tired and woozy I could practically fall asleep where I stood.
My vision narrows and narrows, the darkness quickly encroaching as we stumble into a large room through a set of double doors. The last thing I register being the large metallic chamber at the back of the room and the medical gurney awaiting me before I fall into a deep sleep.
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