Someone entirely different: a striking plus-sized model!

Jon Kekyll slipped the RAC into the inside pocket of his coat before stepping out into the cool night, the device still warm against his chest. He kept his head down as he walked, wary of the surveillance cams lining the lab’s perimeter. He hadn’t broken any laws - yet - but tonight’s experimentation danced close to a boundary no ethics board could define.

By the time he reached his apartment, the adrenaline had cooled into a steady thrum. He locked the door behind him, pulled the curtains shut, and stood in the dim light of his living room, staring at the RAC like it was a loaded gun.

"One more test," he whispered. "A deeper test."

He moved to the mirror in his bedroom and sat at the edge of his bed, heart fluttering with anticipation. The RAC’s screen illuminated softly as his fingers navigated into its deepest menu: PROFILE OVERWRITE.

A warning appeared:

CAUTION: Profound Identity Recalibration May Result in Cognitive Dissociation.

He hesitated only briefly before tapping "Accept."

The next menu offered a series of preset identities. He scrolled past default options, pausing only when reaching the experimental profiles labeled "Imported Templates." One thumbnail stood out vividly - a photograph he'd carefully selected earlier from an archive of sophisticated elegance. A striking woman with tousled black hair, strong curves, wide-leg denim, a tight brown top, and a long beige shawl draped like confidence incarnate. A look so composed, so casually magnetic, it barely seemed real.

He selected her name without hesitation: Vivienne

The RAC pulsed in his palm, a surge of warmth spreading through his fingers.

“Confirmation required,” the screen blinked urgently. “Proceed with full-profile overwrite?”

"Yes," he whispered, throat dry, heart racing.

Then -

Brightness surged through him like molten sunlight. White-hot and blinding, pleasure rippled across his skin. Every nerve awakened with fierce, delicious intensity. His muscles trembled, bones shifting beneath flesh, reshaping effortlessly. He gasped aloud as he felt himself soften and expand simultaneously, waist tightening, hips flaring outward beautifully, a tender pressure blossoming in his chest into lush curves, rich and feminine.

A sensation of silkiness brushed his shoulders and spine as hair poured forth in gentle, curling waves. His throat burned warmly, vocal cords reshaping as a breathy, feminine moan slipped free.

And then quiet - heartbeat echoing softly, chest gently rising and falling.

Vivienne opened her eyes.

She looked down, breath hitching in astonishment. She stood - heels, arches, hips swinging naturally with a sway that made her blink in surprise. The beige shawl slid from her shoulders, heavy and elegant, pooling around her like silk. The jeans were fitted perfectly, hugging hips that hadn’t existed minutes ago.

“Oh…” she breathed, voice rich and melodious, filled with wonder and pleasure.

Vivienne moved gracefully toward the mirror, each step assured, the soft click of heels resonating with confidence and allure.

The reflection was breathtaking.

The woman in the mirror wasn’t merely beautiful - she was magnetic. Dark, inviting eyes held secrets and power; full, expressive lips curved with quiet self-assurance. Her bearing spoke of sophistication, mystery, and an unapologetic sensuality she effortlessly commanded.

“This…” she whispered softly, fingers gently tracing her flawless cheekbone, lingering on her plush lower lip. “This is intoxicating.”

Turning slowly, Vivienne admired herself from every exquisite angle. The transformation was more profound than flesh - memories subtly shifted, new sensations and instincts layering deeply into her consciousness. She instinctively knew how to captivate, to charm, to embody sophistication and poise without effort.

The sterile lab, the cautious scientist - these were now distant echoes of another life. A different person altogether.

She smiled, lifting the RAC gracefully, fingers effortlessly navigating the sleek interface:

[ SAVE PROFILE: JON KEKYLL - ARCHIVED ]
[ CURRENT PROFILE: DEFAULT_NAME_UNSET ]

She laughed softly, a sound rich with quiet delight.

“No,” she purred aloud, voice soft yet firm with intent. “We’re doing this properly.”

Her fingers danced elegantly across the screen:

[ RENAME: VIVIENNE KEKYLL ]

The RAC clicked softly in acknowledgment. Dr. Jon Kekyll no longer existed in that moment. Vivienne did.