Always Read the Fine Print
Trapped in a female body
Chapter 1
by 
pmanpman
Dr. Jasmine's voice carries that practiced enthusiasm of someone who's given the same speech a hundred times, but there's genuine excitement threading through it too. "So the nanites are already circulating through your system," she explains, gesturing with manicured hands. "Once you're in the calibration chamber, you'll see our design interface. It's incredibly intuitive - just think of it as building your ideal compatibility profile."
You try to focus on her words, but your eyes keep drifting to the gap in her lab coat where the white fabric pulls taut across her chest. She's not wearing much underneath - maybe just a lacy bra that peeks through when she moves. She catches you looking and smiles knowingly, not bothering to adjust her coat.
"The system will respond to your preferences," she continues, stepping closer. "Body type, personality traits, all the little details that make someone perfect for you. The nanites will handle the rest - creating that ideal match." Her phrasing is oddly vague about who exactly is being matched to whom, but you're too distracted by the vanilla-and-jasmine scent of her perfume to really think about it.
She leads you to the chamber - a sleek cylinder of frosted glass and chrome that looks like something from a sci-fi movie. The door slides open with a pneumatic hiss. "Go ahead," she says, and there's something almost eager in how she guides you forward with a hand on your shoulder blade. "Take your time with the interface. You'll know when you're ready to begin."
The moment you step inside, the door seals behind you with a decisive click. The lock engages - you can hear it - and suddenly you're very aware that you're alone in here. The chamber is larger than it looked from outside, circular, with soft blue lighting that seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere.
At the far end, mounted on the curved wall, is a massive touchscreen panel. The interface glows to life as you approach, and bold letters across the top read: "DESIGN YOUR PERFECT GIRL."
Below that, the screen is divided into dozens of sections - sliders, dropdown menus, color pickers, numerical inputs. There are categories for everything: height, hair color, eye color, body measurements, breast size, hip width, personality traits, intelligence levels, something called "arousal baseline," kinks and preferences. It's overwhelming in its comprehensiveness.
You notice a timer in the corner - currently reading "00:00" - with a note beneath it: "Calibration begins when first selection is made. 15:00 to complete design."
You stand there, hand hovering over the screen, taking it all in. The nanites are already in your system. Fifteen minutes once you start. This is really happening.
Written with AI tools at infinite worlds:
Who are you, and what do you design?
