In the meantime

(POV) Somewhere else

Outside your hiding place, rain pours down.

You don't like these conditions as they suffocate you. Even so, you manage to endure because you've been doing it for millions of years. Yet, if you were to erase the numerous, seemingly useless memories that span your lengthy existence, the sight of rain outside would still seem foreign to you.

"I'd really like to return to base if it's raining," you mutter to yourself as you peer out the window, not far from where you stand.

A young woman's skinsuit is draped over the sofa. Accompanying it are neatly arranged clothes and bags, put in order by another young woman with short hair and an appealing figure who stands at a distance. She just finished getting dressed. Her face is expressionless as she waits patiently for you, positioned behind the sofa.

"I have finished my preparations, Master Ilorsef," she announces, her gaze fixed on the heavy rain outside.

"Could you recap the events from this evening, clone bot?" you ask, your voice gravelly as if you have a throat full of phlegm.

“The young man we've been suspecting has refused to leave his group of friends. They've bunched together tightly. I've followed some of his associates, but nothing unusual has turned up yet. Thanks to this body and its memories, I've been able to blend in with his group effortlessly. I assume you're experiencing the same, my lord," the teenager reports before you stride over to the sofa and lift the skinsuit resting on it.

"Have you uncovered any other information?" You inquire, starting to pull the skinsuit over your massive form. It's challenging to put on due to your size, but eventually, your legs begin to adjust to the human appearance.

“Reports from within our department indicate that we still haven't located the whistleblower. As many as 300 data breaches have been detected, and the investigation continues to stall, my lord," she relays as you successfully fit into the lower half of the skinsuit. Your once massive legs have now transformed into a slender human pair, creating a jarring visual of your newly slim legs and narrow waist. You then pull the suit over your stomach.

"Ah! They've been playing human for so long, they're handling this simple task like one. Had it been in the past, we would've dealt with this much more swiftly. And what about the grand scheme of our Great Mother?" Your voice carries a mild growl as you start to fit the skinsuit's arms over yours, managing to do it quickly enough that it isn't too difficult.

“And how's that research coming along? Still unable to unravel the secrets inside his head?” You pose the question to the woman as you adjust the suit over your other arm. Your flat chest under the long brown hair begins to swell, and your face slowly fills out.

"'The research progress is only at 12%. The memories we're trying to extract from him have not yielded much. Dr. Layam has pledged to do her utmost to retrieve his memory in order to advance the research, my lord,” the young woman informs you.

You begin to pull on the hood of the skinsuit, covering your head full of crumpled tentacles soaked in mucus, and tighten it around your new face. Afterwards, you kneel down, embracing the discomfort and tension in your ligaments and skin as the suit reshapes your body. As the transformation continues, you clench your teeth and let out a muffled roar that gradually increases in pitch. A foreign sensation courses through your body, akin to a gentle electrocution, followed by a flush of heat that causes your entire body to sweat, including the discharge from your newly acquired vagina. You touch it, rubbing it with the new finger you've acquired, your breath heavy with dissatisfaction.

“Ugh…repulsive…I'm still not used to being a woman. Especially not a young one..." you grumble in your new voice. It still retains a harsh tone. Shaking your hand dry, you stride towards the teenage girl standing before you. She extends a black remote constructed from an unusual metal.

Without hesitation, you accept the remote and press the brown button. The memories of your new body flood into your brain, attempting to overpower you. However, your multimillion-year existence is too vast and formidable to be subdued by an 18-year-old's mind. With a triumphant smile, you laugh and walk towards the bathroom, where a girl waits with a towel.

“With this body, Lasse, I'll know if you are the one I suspect. You can't escape me, and whatever you're hiding won't stay hidden!” You grab the towel from the girl's hand before entering the bathroom to cleanse your new body, the thunder outside echoing your determined resolve.