As I take an awkward seat on the metal stool I feel a series of light static shock prickle at my fingers, the stored energy being strong enough to even zap at my legs and ass through my loose pale blue jeans. The doctor's shoulder slump as he squeezes the bridge of his nose, kneading the tan skin as he tries to ease out some tension.
"Sorry... sorry, no need to hear our workplace prob..." he sighs, his gave darting to an empty coffee mug before sighing once more. "Alright, let's go over these results..." he mutters tiredly, reaching up as he begins to turn the screen towards me.
The screen is largely filled with writing beyond my understanding, various test results from the blood sample I had given weeks ago that meant practically nothing to me. A bit of movement catches my eyes, a small window in the top right of the screen showing fairly low frame rate footage as if from a security camera.
"Don't worry about most of that, your iron levels are fine and all the usual metrics are well within the healthy range. What matters for your purposes is that you appear to be more suitable to send you over there to a new body and life, hope you said your goodbyes before coming today."
The man chuckles to himself as I stare at the screen intently, my gaze falling on the image of a slender and busty young woman in her late teens with messy hair and braces, the young woman blushing intensely as she fidgets next to the equally awkward young man beside her in the cinema.
The young woman looks disconcertingly familiar, her light shoulder length light brown hair and her bright blue eyes looking almost stolen from my own reflection. Despite the frayed and dried out ends of her hair it does look freshly brushed and combed, the strands shining smoothly in the light of the cinema screen. Her pale freckled face almost glows as the screen flashes with color, the deep red hue painted across her cheeks merely blending with the reflection of the projection, her nervous smile revealing hints of glittering metal binding her seemingly perfect white teeth.
Her skinny lithe frame is clad in an oversized black shirt, the neckline dropping over her narrow shoulder as it reveals a taut black bra strap. Her breathing seems heavy, her massive bust heaving with each inhale and exhale beneath her top. Perky and full, the combined mass on her chest almost looks as big as her head though it is hard to fully make out beneath her oversized top.
Her skinny legs are clad in a short blue tartan skirt and long black socks, the thigh highs leaving a small section of pale thigh on display as her dainty knees point toward the young man next to her. Her soft pale hands wring themselves together, her fingers reaching for the man's hands in his lap before darting back to her own over and over as she seems to struggle to initiate anything.
"She's..." I mutter, watching the terribly awkward display on the screen. I wince, cringing a little at the awfully teenage display on the monitor. "... Not quite what I was..."
"We're aware that sometimes the age, sex, and other features may be a little more distant from your own" the man states, leaning back in his seat as he spins the monitor back around to look at the video as well. "She... well yes this is a little on the extreme side, though it seems your mother or father were more than capable of having you at a later date it seems."
I try to stand from my seat, wanting to peer around to look at the video once again, only to find my legs and hands affixed firmly to the metal seat. The man tuts from behind his mask, her hands moving to his mouse and keyboard as he begins to type lazily and drag something across the screen.
"Please stay seated Mr Hughes..." he mutters, yawning as he speaks before taking a deep breath. "We're still locking onto your other half and we don't want to miss fire or leave anything important behind."
I feel as a tingling carries up my fingers and towards my head, a faint static buzzing along my nerves as it races up my spine and towards my skull. It feels like it's probing, searching for bits of pieces within my skull as I'm left panting and groaning in a state of all consuming discomfort.
"I... I didn't say..." I bleat dimly, my view turning to a mild haze as my eyes begin to grow deeply unfocused.
"Your procedure has already been paid for Mr Hughes" the man says in a matter of fact tone, his fingers tapping at the keyboard slowly as he actions various little pop-ups. "Your coming here today was agreement enough to..."
"...ol of a Took!" I hear a familiar voice boom in the distance, my eye twitching as it feels like I'm hearing through a second set of ear. "Throw yourself in next time, and then..." the voice cries again, my senses returning to the cramped office as I feel a second heart flutter in my chest for the briefest of moments.
"Seems we have a stable connection" the blonde man mutters, clicking a few times with his mouse before I sudden feel an intense pressure inside my head. My eyes twitch, my mouth hanging open as I begin to drool. It feels as though something is crushing my brain, the buzzing static pressing down on the supple mass as it feels as though it's being forced through a sieve.
I grunt and gargle, my mouth and mind unable to form even a simple word. The static cling holding me to the seat is the only thing keeping me upright, my torso lurching forward as my head droops limply. My head throbs, seemingly in two places at once, the pressure in one skull soon shifting to another as it grows almost unbearable.
Tears begin to fill my eyes, a soft squeak easing out of my lips as the other squishy mass inside my head crushes down into... nothing. Chunk after chunk to pushed out, most vanishing into the void while some sneak and slip into the gaps around my own gray matter.
The world goes dark suddenly, my head pounding and my heart racing a mile a minute as I feel a weight on my chest shake softly with each heavy beat of the muscle in my chest.
Suddenly the world snaps into view as a massive CGI troll roars on screen, the dark room filling with the monsters bellowing. I jump in my seat, squealing loudly in surprise and terror as I feel my pert behind leave the poorly padded chair beneath me.
Cool air flutters up my skirt, a damp warm heat meeting it as I feel a slightly moist section of cotton cling tightly to my groin and around my rather modest behind. The straps around my shoulders dig in painfully as I land, the thin bands taking the weight of my impressive bust as they jiggle in the tight confines of the strangely lacy cups.
"Lace?..." dimly mutter, my eyes going wide as I listen to the squeaky high pitched yet somewhat husky voice slip out in place of my own.
"You okay?" asks a voice beside me, my head buzzing as I feel a delighted shiver run up my spine. "I thought you said you'd seen this before?"
Looking to my right I inhale deeply, my stomach quickly filling with butterflies as I look up at the young dark-haired man seat beside me. His messy black hair is in a mildly disheveled state, the ear length styling more so bedhead and in need of a cut than anything else. His light green eyes look at me with some concern, his face as red as my own as his gaze momentarily darts to the hint of exposed pale cleavage before darting back to the screen.
Puppy-Love, disgusting and overly hormonal teenage affections. I cringe as I feel my stomach knot, my heart flutter and the heat between my legs grow more needy at the sight of the young man. I lick at my lips, their dry state needing attention for... some reason...
"I'm fine..." I huff, looking back to the movie as I squeeze my soft pale tights together. I feel pathetic, my mind reeling as I try to take stock and center myself only to be knocked off course by the foul yet delicious scent of cheap spray-on deodorant.
Try as I might to focus, I keep finding myself glancing at the young man. Each glance, each fleeting look, merely results in my mind tumbling through a bout of terrible anxiety before I glance straight down at myself nervously.
"What's wrong with me? Is he having a good time?" I think to myself, my eye twitching as I feel the aberrant thought seep into my consciousness. "Wait... no, why do I care if he's enjoying this? Maybe I should have worn something that showed more of my..." I continue, shaking my head as I try to dislodge the strange thoughts from my head.
As the battle plays out on the screen and in my head the young man next to me...
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