Testing

Walter's skin tingled as the iBod's nanotech surged across his body, his muscles tightening and reshaping themselves in real time. His shoulders narrowed, his waist cinched inward, and his hips flared subtly as the suit adjusted his proportions. The fabric of his clothes shimmered, dissolving and reforming into the snug earth-toned workout set Taneth wore. His hair prickled as dark strands grew rapidly, parting neatly down the middle and pulling back into the same sleek style.

A sharp jolt ran through his jaw as his bone structure shifted—his nose refined, his lips plumped slightly, and his eyebrows darkened into those perfect arches. The watch on his wrist flickered, its display adjusting to a more delicate interface.

Walter's breath hitched as the final wave of transformation swept through him—his fingers slimmed, nails glossing with a natural sheen, while his athletic shoes compressed and reshaped into the sleek white-and-neon-pink trainers. A tingling warmth spread across his chest as the iBod simulated muscle memory, his new biceps flexing instinctively when he raised a hand to touch his face. The reflection in a nearby locker showed Taneth’s sharp eyebrows lifting in surprise, her full lips parting as she exhaled—a sound that was now unmistakably feminine, softer in pitch but still laced with Walter’s awe.

The transformation completed with a final electric hum beneath his—no, her—skin. Taneth's fingers twitched, the unfamiliar weight of manicured nails brushing against the phone's screen. A strand of dark hair escaped its sleek hold, tickling her newly delicate jawline. The locker room air felt different now—cooler against exposed midriff, the scent of citrus body wash sharper in her heightened senses.

She turned her head slightly, catching her reflection in a polished locker door. The woman staring back tilted her chin with **** grace, a perfect mimicry of the real Taneth's confident posture.

Taneth’s—no, Walter’s—fingers trembled slightly as she raised the phone, the unfamiliar curve of manicured nails tapping the screen to open the camera app. The device felt smaller in her newly delicate grip, the case pressing cool against her palm. She angled the phone downward, catching the way the gym’s fluorescent lights glowed against her toned abdomen, the crop top riding up just enough to reveal the subtle definition of her core. The Ibod’s nanotech had replicated every detail—the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone, the way her leggings clung to sculpted thighs.

"Alright," Walter smiled at his new form. She was now an exact copy of Taneth. Now the real question was, is it all appearance or did she have the muscles to actually do what Taneth could. Only one way to find out.