A reverse plastic surgery

As she woke up due to the mixture of grogginess, over sleeping and a odd sense of gravity had been moved. “Where the shit am I now” looking at the hospital white room, knowing she didn’t have to swear but after the whirlwind of a day when she saw the date on the alarm she had been asleep for a full week. As she walked into what she assumed would be the bathroom she screamed at what she saw.

It was then that she realised why her body felt off, it was because it was. While she had always been proud of her model like body, she now looked like she had made by some lusty teenager. As her black hair had been bleached brown, while her skin tone stayed the same if a bit brown as if she had spent a fortune on tan, perfect makeup, apparently her surgeon had really gone to town on her upper body with E cups and bubble ass what was most worrying was the fact that she couldn’t walk well not on her heel’s anymore it was if her gate was played with which it probably had been.

At any rate a nurse came in from the next room she merely smiled “hello miss Sinclair I see you are up would like to look at the menu” sure enough it was your standard hospital menu also would you please complete this Q and A answer sheet, “um right so what did the procedure do besides the fact that I’m now sporting an E-cup and look sex pistol”.

“Right, so the procedure which you signed up for was a experiment **** test”, “um what does it do” unsure if she wanted to know as she then looked down at the Q and A sheets