The Awakening of one Dr. Robyn Crawthan

Joana stared at the screen.

Her fingertip hovered above the Memory Restoration – Controlled Recall program Joana has quickly spliced together.

The lab was silent, save for the faint hum of equipment and the occasional tick of cooling metal. Behind her, Robyn was hunched over her notes, unaware she was seconds away from remembering everything.

Safeguards active. Containment mode armed. Voice-lock override on standby.

Joana typed the final line manually. Restore original identity and transformation awareness to Subject Robyn Crawthan - but retain current emotional, intellectual, and personality continuity.

She hesitated. Then hit EXECUTE.

A soft ripple passed through the air like the hush before a storm. Behind her, Robyn stiffened. Joana turned just in time to see her blink - once, twice - before slowly rising to her feet.

Her eyes flicked to Joana, confusion mixing with clarity. “Jo…?”

Joana stepped forward cautiously. “Robyn. Just breathe. You’re safe.” Robyn took a trembling breath, her gaze darting across the lab. Her hands went to her hips - her wide, feminine hips - and her mouth parted slightly as she stared down at her own body.

“I remember,” she whispered. “Oh my god. I was...Jon was...you were...” Her voice caught.

Joana raised a hand slowly. “It’s alright. I’m monitoring your vitals. You’re stable. Just let the integration process settle.” Robyn's hand drifted upward, cupping the underside of one generous breast as if verifying it was real. Then the other. She shivered.

“Oh my god, these are- I’m- this is me?”

Joana gave her a gentle nod. “Yes. That’s you. Robyn Crawthan. Transformed earlier today by the RAC system in an external overlay test. I just restored your full memory and awareness.”

Robyn turned toward the mirrored lab wall, her reflection meeting her like a stranger she suddenly recognized. She ran both hands down her sides, over the smooth curve of her waist, the fullness of her thighs.

Her breathing quickened.

“Jesus, Jo,” she murmured. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Joana studied her. This was...unanticipated. “I didn’t know how you’d take it. Ethical concerns. Reality instability. Psychological risk.”

Robyn turned, eyes wide - and hungry.

“And instead, I’ve been walking around like this, having dreams of someone I used to be, without knowing why I was horny every time I looked in a mirror?”

Joana blinked. “Wait...what?”

Robyn stepped closer, hips swaying unconsciously with every step. “You think I didn’t notice the changes in how people looked at me? How you looked at me?”

Joana swallowed. “Robyn…”

The other woman grinned. “I remember everything now. And I love it. This body. These curves. The confidence I feel - the attention I get. It’s addictive.”

She stepped toe-to-toe with Joana. “And knowing you were behind it? That you rewrote my world without asking - and made me this?” She gave a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. “That’s...troubling, but I'm not going to pretend this ain't hot as hell.”

Joana’s heart was pounding. “You’re… not upset?”

“I was a middle-aged academic with a receding hairline and an archiving fetish. Now I’m a mocha-skinned science bombshell with a metabolism that laughs at bread and a PhD in dark matter applications. Girl, I’d bake you cookies if I weren’t sopping wet right now.”

Joana’s mouth opened, then shut. “The failsafe is still active, you know. I can restore things. Unwind it.”

Robyn didn't hesitate. “Touch that failsafe, and I’ll break your hand. Then I’ll record a new override myself.”

A stunned silence settled.

Then Robyn leaned in, her breath warm against Joana’s neck. “Here’s the deal,” she whispered. “You gave me this life. You sculpted this new me. And now, I think it’s time you let me take a turn behind the console.”

Joana’s breath hitched. Robyn pulled back, grinning wickedly.

“You owe me,” she said. “And I’ve got a few… enhancements I’d like to test. You game?” Joana stared, caught between alarm and arousal. Then, finally, she smiled.

“You want to run your own transformation scenario?”

Robyn’s eyes glimmered. “Only fair. I’ve already got some ideas.”

She glanced toward the RAC console, licking her lips slowly.