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 bring a new body over here for you, hope you like your life because you'll be keeping it with a new body"."
The man chuckles to himself as I stare at the screen intently, my gaze falling on the image of... Nothing. The small windows shows no small amount of static, the black and white fuzz rolling own at what seemed to be single digit frames per second.
"We're still trying to get a lock on..." the man huffs, turning the screen back around as he takes the mouse into his hand. He begins to click at the screen, his eyes narrowing as he seems to focus on his task while I simply sit in silence.
I try to get up from my seat only to nearly tumble off the small metal stool. My skin clings to the damn thing, the cool metal feeling more like glue as my skin tugs against it even through the fabric of my jeans. I can feel something rooting me in place, buzzing needles of forked lightning running through my pore and hooking in just below the surface.
I let out a pained wince as I feel my skin pull tight, the uniform tugging making it feel as though my whole outer layer of flesh could be pulled free if I wanked hard enough.
Slowly I feel the buzzing electric charge creep up through my body, the delicate pulsing lines of energy carving their way up and through my muscles as I find myself twitching painfully at the sudden intrusion. As each fiber is wrapped in the static sensation I feel it bind, the whole muscle soon entering into a locked and paralytic state.
"He... Hey!" I call out, my legs shaking for a moment before snapping into a perfect ninety degree bend as my feet plant to the floor. "What are you..." I manage to wheeze out before shuddering to a stop, my arms snapping to my sides as they force the air from my lungs.
"Just... a... moment..." the man hums in concentration, rubbing his eyes a little with his left hand. "These ones are a little trickier, so please just... bare... with... me..." he sighs, clicking again and again as I feel the buzzing begin to creep up through my stomach in into my chest cavity.
Before long the rivulets of slow moving electricity are moving up to my neck, my heart and lungs already encompassed by the stinging needles. Despite the constant force being exerted against them I find my heart and lungs more so beating and breathing out of time with time and in a far calmer manner than they should be.
"I don't..." I manage to croak, my lower jaw snapping shut as the buzzing permeates the tendons and muscles around my face. Before long I can feel it everywhere, my hair soon standing on end as the static charge forces it up and away from my skin.
Not even my eyes are spared, the delicate orbs in my skull locked forward and without the ability to blink lest I rip and tear into the my eyelids or worse yet the eyeball itself.
The buzzing soon finds its way to the brain stem, a guttural groan escaping my nose as I feel it gently tangle around the base of my skull before worming a little ways inside. Unlike the rest of the procedure this feels far more delicate and careful, the forked barbs sliding into and taking up residence around the inside of my skull before bracing against the bone with one a few strands inching into the supple gray matter.
The man sighs as I feel the inching and squirming sensation grind to a halt, my body locked up around me like a prison. He leans back in his seat, the man bringing his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes over and over forcefully in an effort to relieve some tension.
"Okay..." he sighs, arching his back before leaning over to adjust the screen once again. "Now that we have you all nice and ready... it seems we can get a clearer image" he explains, rotating the screen part way back before fiddling with the mouse.
I watch as the little window expands, what had once been a tiny screen of low frame rate static blowing up to fill the whole monitor despite its original terrible boxy aspect ratio.
"I'm sure you'll be seeing her a lot more in the mirror..." the man chuckles lightly, looking at the video himself before looking back at me. "But here, why don't you take a look at the new you you'll be bringing home."
As the man turns the screen back around I find my eyes locking to the image of...
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