I am beautified.

The Commissioner and his aide were waiting just outside the room in which I had been allowed to transform. The elderly senior official could not disguise his surprise and confusion as I emerged and he took in my new form. His aide, a far younger woman, inspected me with clinical detail. While the Commissioner was embarrassed to appraise my body and face, his aide seemed more at ease to scrutinise my appearance with clinical intensity. The Commissioner had been dubious of the plan for Nikitina to be replaced by an imposter, more so when I was presented in my original rugged male body. The complete body reforming effects of X-Change pills were likely not a phenomenon he had prior personal knowledge of.

"Ah, Detective...." The Commissioner began hesitantly.

"Just Nikitina, please," I interrupted him. "Or Niki, I must get used to being addressed and responding naturally to the name."

"Yes, quite so." He agreed, but still sounded confused at how he should react to me as I now presented. "I have to say, though, that you do not seem to t exactly match the images I have seen of Miss Boyarova."

"Her hair and makeup still need styling and application, Sir." His aide pointed out. "The body and facial structure are a perfect match."

I sense a tinge of female envy in the young woman's words. Nikitina's bone structure and figure were on a level with even the most beautiful model, actress or pop starlet. The robe clung to my body tightly enough that my feminine curves were clearly discernible. We proceeded a short distance through the corridor in awkward silence. The Commissioner was doing his level best to avoid staring at my ass and bust as I moved, but still failing. We entered another room, a trio of makeup artists and stylists standing by to complete my makeover.

On a large screen was an image of Nikitina Boyarova. Unlike previous images I had seen of the woman I would be impersonating, this image showed Nikitina completely naked. Nikitina had taken a mirror selfie in front of a full-length mirror. There was a smug, self-satisfied smile on her full lips. She was fully aware of how perfect her body was and had good reason for her narcissistic satisfaction. I took in the details of Nikitina's naked body that I had not previously been aware of. Her pubic hair was neatly sculpted, a narrow triangle pointing like an arrow to the dark crease of her labia. Her right nipple was pierced by a small golden bar. Thankfully, she had no tattoos; it would have been almost impossible to replicate an aged tattoo in the time remaining.

The small team set to work with practised efficiency. My raven-black hair was cut and styled to match Nikitina's, a straight fringe a fraction of an inch above my eyes and the hair pulled severely back and interlaced into a thick braid that hung down between my shoulder blades. My long nails were shaped and painted a lurid red, and a matching shade of glossy lip gloss was applied to my lips. Blusher, eye shadow and liner accentuated my narrow face, high cheekbones and wide eyes. The thick dark pubic bush was trimmed extensively, baring the plump dark brown labia and leaving only a thin triangle of pubes above.

The final detail was the piercing of my right nipple. The pretty, short-haired blonde with purple streaks in her pixie cut displayed the piercing gun and smirked saucily at me as she prepared my nipple. She took the plump nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard and pulling with surprising strength for dainty and delicate hands. My tortured nipple hardened immediately, growing stiffly erect beneath her fingers. Once the long fat nub was achingly rigid and engorged, she pressed the gun to it and shot a golden bar through my flesh. I hissed at the brief stab of pain in the nipple and then let out a quiet moan as she rolled the stinging nipple between her fingers, capped the stud and locked it in place.