"I love my new body."

"I love my new body," you obediently repeat.

You hug yourself tightly, scared about these new prosthetics and wondering if you will ever get them off. You try working a finger into the waistband of the rubber pants, but they are securely glued to your body. You wouldn't be able to take them off without taking off a millimeter of skin as well.

You inspect your new breasts where they join your skin. The color match is literally perfect. Even as your own skin gradually changes color, so does the breast form. If you look close, you can see where the two are joined together, but it requires a very close inspection.

As with the pants, you try and see if it's possible to peel away the breasts, but they are solidly fastened to your body.

"I love my new body," you repeat to yourself, feeling forlorn. It's not like you have a choice, actually. They are are glued on tight, and it seems that they're not coming off until the house computer wants them to come off.

The prosthetics and the glue which have attached them to your body are, in their own way, a miracle of engineering. Another Jack Hewitt special, you realize. Of course, his company did work in the life sciences field, and he was a PhD chemist (along with several other PhDs) so he would understand skin glue better than almost anyone else on the planet.

But the added internal mechanisms, how the nipple play transmits the feelings to your own nipples, and how the clitoral play transmits the feelings to the head of your own penis.

They are modern marvels.

And now they are yours, whether you want them or not.