Meeting the new you.

Rather than answering your question Professor VonNeudman moved out of your line of sight. You could hear a clicking, a metallic clatter followed by a loud ratching noise. You gasp as a sudden chill runs through your body.

Until that moment you hadn't truly been aware of how numb you were. Now your body feels like it's on fire. Bombarding you with a confusing jumble of new sensations. You feel upside down and back to front. Nothing is where it should be and everything feels wrong. You jerk and thrash but thick straps hold your wrists and ankles like a vice. Slowly your brain is able to sort the mess into something resembling sense. Hands, feet, arms, legs, head. face, mouth. You mentally check off the list of body parts. Everything seems present but there's a nagging sense of wrongness that only grows stronger as your disorientation recedes.

Able to move your head once more you look around seeing the same basement room you'd been in before. The surface you are laying on tilts upward shifting you into an almost upright position. The movement produced an odd shifting of weight on your chest and with a growing sense of dread, your head tilted down until your body comes into view.

"Holy shit!" you squeal at the unmistakable form of a pair of breasts jutting from your chest "I have tits?!?

The Professor beams a smug satisfied smile that would have earned him a punch in the face if you weren't restrained.

"Now calm down young man, or should I say young lady?" Professor VonNeudman explains patently "I understand this is a shock to you but trust me, I know what I'm doing I'll explain everything if you just give me a chance."

"Explain?" You yell your voice edged with hysteria "What's to explain! You bolted a pair of silicon jugs to my chest you maniac! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's a little more complex than that Brian," he says "I did create your breast but they are not currently attached to your chest, not your original one anyway. You see the form you currently control is in fact a sophisticated artificial construct."

You give him a look you hope conveys an appropriate degree of scorn. This is clearly some kind of elaborate prank. This joker must have slipped you something and fitted you with a set of high-end breast forms while you were out of it. Hazing, that's what it is. The plainclothes guys mess with the new guy on his first day. Getting the captain involved was a nice touch you have to admit.

The professor shakes his head correctly reading your expression.

"Very well," he sighs "if you won't believe me perhaps you'll be more inclined to accept the evidence of your own eyes."

He wheels a full-length mirror into position in front of you angles it so you can see your own reflection. Expect it's not your reflection you see looking back at you from the glass.

"Oh fuck," you whimper watching the figure in the mirror exactly copying your slightest movement "that's really me? I can believe it, I look like..."