Almost as soon as the darkness consumes my vision it begins to dissipate, a pinhole of light to me as the shadowy edges begin to shift and recede. The sound of the room continues to be muddled and completely unintelligible, an auditory blur of sensation that leaves me with little to mentally work with.
As more of my vision returns I find myself staring up at the fluorescent lights above me. They appear to be in a slightly different place than mere seconds ago, and worse yet they seem to be blurry around the edges. Blinking rapidly I try to clear whatever was disturbing my vision, remembering the tears in my eyes from moments ago. However, no matter how much I try they remain fairly indistinct and refuse to come into focus.
Feeling quickly begins to return to my body, the aches and pains of convulsing muscles are soon accompanied with a new slew of sensations. With a deep inhale I feel a strange new weight on my chest, a shifting mass that feels like it's trying to pool to my sides. I can feel the cold table beneath me, the frigid material chilling my tiny new form far more effectively through my sensitive skin. Weakly squeezing my slender legs together my heart skips a beat, the soft supple flesh only coming into contact with each other and my new smooth sensitive mound.
Along with these strange new sensations I'm wracked with a pounding headache, my cute face scrunching up as I feel the pained tightness grip my temples and forehead. My stomach too feels uneasy, a slight bout of nausea hitting me as I take stock of my new body.
"Ms. Hughes, you can get up now" calls a voice to my left, the prompting causing me to stir a little.
I begin to slowly shift my arms, noticing just how much smaller and weaker I feel compared to when I had walked in here. Groaning to myself I get my arms in place and begin to heave, my limbs shaking under the strain of shifting my new body up.
"Ms. Hughes, you need to..." the voice reiterates, my mind finally catching up and remembering it as the young man who had wired me up. He pauses his train of thought, saying nothing more as he walks over to me. Strangely enough, unlike the ceiling, he snaps neatly into focus as he stands beside me.
"I...uh..." I mumble, staring up into his green eyes and growing somewhat lost in them as I spy the sparkly hazel specks.
Before I can make any form of coherent sentence I feel a warm hand on my shoulder as I am lifted up into a seated position with surprising ease. A slight grunt escapes my soft lips as I find myself leaning forwards, the weight on my chest dragging me forwards as I begin to look down at myself.
My eyes go wide in astonishment at the sight, the bust which had appeared downright modest compared to the 'dommy' redhead on the walkway and the bald man's purchase looks absolutely massive on my new shrunken form. The large pale flesh droops ever so slightly, forming into a delightful teardrop shape before ending in similarly pale and extremely firm nipples. Beneath my new skin I can see the subtle appearance of blue veins, hammering home how pale I was.
My hands snap straight to my chest, clumsily fondling the fatty mounds as I take them in. My new breasts were certainly more than a handful in my new hands, though that wasn't hard considering the size of my new digits. I roughly squeeze and grope my new chest, finding myself lacking any real finesse as I explore.
My face twists into one of confusion, my brow furrowing as my headache grows worse and sours my mood even more.
"Why...I thought these would be..." I grumble, handling what I had thought would be sensitive and delightful erogenous zones with all the grace of a horny teenager. My confusion only growing worse as I try to remember how exactly I used to tease and toy with any of my ex's assets, my mind drawing a blank as my clumsy hands fail to do anything I would recognize as pleasuring someone skillfully.
A scoff comes out from across the room, causing me to look over at the source. Sammie stands by her printer, sliding items into a manila envelope as she rolls her eyes at me.
"Men" she mutters, shaking her head as I feel my blood begin to boil. "What did you think they'd feel like? Like you'd cum immediately when you grabbed them?"
"Fuck off!" I snap, bringing a hand up to rub my pained forehead. "I mean, I thought that...well I like boobs and..."
"They're not exciting anymore? At least not in that way?" Sammie retorts, carrying the folder over to me. "Welcome to womanhood, straight womanhood I'm guessing" she chimes in with a short chortle, placing the folder by my feet at the end of the surgical table.
"What are you talking..." I begin to snap yet again, feeling in a rancorous mood thanks to my strange headache and nausea. However, before I can finish my sentence I'm cut off by the older tech.
"She's up! You've finished the papers! Let's keep it moving! Cameron, get her old body ready!" the older tech shouts, fishing around in his pockets for something. "Now!"
Without another word Cameron lets go of my shoulder, racing over to the table beside me to begin whatever the older tech was expecting of him. Twisting my head to the side my jaw drops as I watch Cameron begin to race around my former body. My tall former self lays completely still on the metal table, a faint smile spreading over his lips and fully erect.
My eyes cling to the sight of my former cock, a gasp escaping my lips as I merely sit and stare at the massive rod I had once owned. I'm only snapped from my stupor as Sammie begins another bout of chuckling, causing me to spin back around to glare at her.
"Like what you see?" Sammie jokes, a mixture between good humor and derision in her voice.
"Go to..." I hiss, stopping myself from being mean by biting my tongue. "Why do I feel so...so..."
"Small? Light? Ener..." Sammie begins to ask in an all too familiar mocking tone before I cut her off.
"Fucked" I grumble, continuing to rub my head. "I feel sick, and my head is pounding" I complain, the anger in my voice shifting to a concerned whimper.
As if a switch has been flipped, Sammie ceases her mocking and places a hand under my chin. She tilts my head up and moves my hands from my face as to get a better look at me.
"Follow my finger" she mutters, moving a single digit from side to side as I follow along with my eyes. "Sir! Is there a problem with the..." Sammie begins to ask, her eyes darting between me and the older tech on the other side of the room.
"There's no problem with transfer!" he grumbles, pulling a crumpled packet of cigarettes from his pocket. "Can't you just let me start my break in..." he continues, sighing rather than finishing his thought as he shuffles back to his computer. As he begins to tap away at the keyboard Sammie turns back to the holder, sliding it towards me.
"These are your new documents and..." she begins to explain, her eyes going wide suddenly. "Sir I forgot to ask if Ms. Hughes wanted a new name, should I..." she begins to ask before shrinking away, whatever look she received from the older tech cowing her into submission. "Your wallet is in here too. We have already charged your account, so there's no problem there. Inside you'll find things like your new birth certificate, driver's license, and..." she continues before the older tech cuts her off.
"Sammie! Get Ms. Hughes a set of clothes and glasses, she won't be driving safely in this weather without something for her nearsightedness!" he shouts, causing me to twist around to look at him. Squinting I'm able to make out his shape from across the room, the tall graying man hunched over a keyboard and staring at the screen.
Suddenly, the older tech turns to face me and quickly begins to walk over. He towers over me, the sight of him looking down at my seated form causing my heart to leap into my throat. Fishing a cigarette from the crumpled box in his hand he quickly scrounges his pockets for a lighter. With one swift motion he lights up the end of the cigarette, holding out the filtered end for me.
"Come on, short breath and hold it in your mouth" he grumbles, his voice softer than before albeit still very frustrated.
Cocking an eyebrow up at him I lean in, wrapping my lips around the cigarette and taking a measured inhale. Immediately I feel better, my body reacting to the nicotine and easing up. Tightened muscles I hadn't even noticed begin to ease, the tightness in my forehead lessening by the second as I hold the smoke in my mouth and moan slightly in delight.
"Sir!" screams Sammie, storming back over to the two of us. "You can't smoke in..." she cries, placing an all-too-familiar set of baggy paper clothes at the edge of the surgical table along with a set of glasses with square cheap plastic frames and a pair of cheap bulk-buy panties.
"Got it!" snaps the older tech, pulling the cigarette from my mouth and bring it to his own as he cuts Sammie off. "I'm on break!" he shouts to the room, shuffling behind me and towards a door in the back. "Get Ms. Hughes' old body out of here and up to the auction, and once she's dressed send her out to me. Call me back in once you have the next winner all hooked up" he explains, tugging his lab coat up and over his head before exiting out into the pouring rain.
Still holding the deliciously scent and flavored smoke in my mouth I look to Sammie as she shakes her head.
"Feeling better?" she asks, her voice partway concerned and partway curious about whether the older tech had helped.
"Yes" I meekly mewl, billowing smoke slipping out past my soft pink lips.
Sammie sighs with relief before holding out her hand. "Fantastic. Come on, let's get you down shortstuff" she chuckles, taking my hand.
Glaring at her, still feeling some level of irritation from her mocking, I take her hand and spin my legs over the edge of the table. With a bit of shuffling I reach the edge before pushing myself off. I let out a sharp squeal as I fall, my stomach sinking as my descent goes for far longer than it should. As I make contact with the ground I immediately let out a soft yelp, the cold floor beneath me forcing me to stand on my toes. Even with the additional height from my new stance I'm left looking up at the short young woman who had been helping me, my eyes going wide at the new height difference.
"You'll need to get used to that look" Sammie jokes, letting go of my hand to go fetch my clothes. "Now hurry up, we need to keep things moving" she mutters, dropping the loose pile of garments I had walked in wearing next to the paper clothes I had been given.
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