Facial Surgery

Back in his room Devin examined his naked body in a full-length mirror.

The injection he got at the start must have been full of some kind of super hormones, as his chest now resembled A-cup breasts, fat had gathered at his hips, and the fat distribution in his face had feminized.

But still, without makeup he was still recognisably a guy, which gave Devin some hope.

Unfortunately, Clarice had been saving up her points for a more intensive procedure, and Devin found himself in the surgery room for the second time that day, any attempt at escape being thwarted by the breathing mask pumping general anaesthetic and knocking him out cold.

When Devin woke up, his face ached slightly, but he was still groggy from the anaesthesia so did not think to check the mirror before showering and having the autocloset dress him and apply his makeup, after which he went down to co-ed breakfast.

“Oh sweetie, how are you? That must have been some treatment for you to miss a whole day! Though I must say, you do look wonderful!”, Rebecca gushed.

‘An entire day?! What the hell did they do to me?!’, thought Davina, but finding out would have to wait till later as Darnell and Becky arrived to give them a challenge.