Judy

He tried to think reasonably. As much as his... Instincts were telling him to try on the face of that Maria girl (who just so happened to be his type), he opted against it. He needed one of these masks as proof, and what better masks to steal than those of the main conspirators?

It was obvious he was gonna take Klaus' face, that one would be the most useful. But... Well, he still needed to make sure they worked before taking them, and he wasn't exactly thrilled to become some 60 year old white dude. But... Judy was pretty cute, and the idea of becoming a woman... He was somewhat curious, is one way to put it.

He carefully lifted the PA's face off its stand, inspecting the mask. Surprisingly, it still felt like a mask, despite how realistic the face was. Every little dimple in Judy's, face was visible, to the point he half expected it to breathe, but when touching it, it just felt like plastic. Would it also be this way when wearing it? Well, only one way to find out...

He took a deep breath, turning the mask in place. The inside didn't try to hide it's mask-ness, although the material was different, almost feeling like a bunch of metallic scales. The forehead was engraved with the KLI logo.

He lifted the mask to his face... And the world went dark.

It was almost instantinuous. He felt sick. It was like his entire body was falling asleep, everything from head to toe only returning static. Like being stung by bees a million times in a second, but feeling no pain. But as soon as it came, it was over.

He opened his eyes, but it wasn't his eyelids that moved. The eyelashes felt heavier, his eyes more sunk... he looked around, and the world seemed twice as large. His hands moved to his face, relaying entirely foreign features. A small sharp nose, a round face, a pair of thin lips soft to the touch. But it wasn't just the face that felt different, but also the hands themselves. Small and meaty, with pretty, short fingers. These hands started grasping at the blonde locks that framed his vision. That sensation earlier... Those must've been the nanobots. He was Judy.

He rushed to find a mirror, rummaging to find one hidden by a rack of dressed. He immediately came to a stop. The same uptight lady that greeted him before was now staring back at him in her full naked glory.

For as short as she was, she certainly didn't lack the curves. She wasn't thin, but that actually played to her favor. Sam wasn't the most attracted to her before, but something about seeing her like this... With her hair down, without the tight clothes or make up, and copying his every move... It made her strangely alluring. Her breasts weren't that large, but at least they were shapely, yet it was clear the reason Gregory chose her wasn't for her top half. Her ass was ginormous, a perfect heart shape that was somehow both plump and tight, with hips and legs that didn't give it any shame. It was clear which part of her body Judy worked out the most, and he couldn't blame her. She was a total MILF.

He threw his blonde hair back, Turing in front of the mirror to present his bottom and giving it a little shake, followed by a giggle. She was older than him, but didn't look her years. He bit his lip, staring Judy in the face, and gave his ass a slap. A soft moan escaped his lips, and suddenly, he felt a dampness between his legs. His hand was already there before he realized what he was doing, and it took all his conviction to stop himself from continuing. His body wanted it, Judy's flushed face didn't hide that fact. But he couldn't bring himself to face having a pussy just yet. He was curious, but he was still a man, even if he certainly didn't look like one at the moment.

He turned from the mirror before any more temptations followed, but that wasn't of much help either. The dozens of different faces here... Suddenly he went from being creeped out by then to wanting to try on every single one. He bit Judy's lip again, and **** himself to turn away from them too, and towards the sea of clothes.

It was a safety measure, he told himself. If anyone found him leaving with a mask it would be highly suspicious, but Judy doing the same wouldn't make anyone bat an eye. It took him a few minutes to find the right sized underwear, and even more time to put them on. He felt up his new breasts under the bra, but refrained checking out his reflection, fearing the underwear would be off of him again if he did. Instead he turned to the rest of the clothes, trying to find something similar to what she wore, a dressing style he would soon come to both appreciate and hate. Everything was super tight and uncomfortable, but it just made her, you, look so... Goddamn hot.

He turned in front of the mirror, smirking at her reflection. Maybe some make up? He didn't really know how to put any, so he just opted for lipstick and some mascara from the make up box that was conveniently laying near the mirror. He did his best to tie her blonde hair into a bun, and smirked again. She looked a bit messy, he clearly didn't have the experience the real Judy has. But with her gone, but no one should suspect him on his way out of the building. He tidied everything up, removing any evidence of his presence aside from the lack of a Judy mask, but hopefully that wouldn't be that suspect. He closed the hidden room behind him and was just about to leave when...