Vault Tec experiment victim.

Sudden blinding light hits you and you fall forward onto your hands and knees. You retch violently, vomiting a copious thin liquid up onto the floor in front of you. Trying to gasp for air causes you to gag and bring up yet more liquid from your lungs. This continues for a minute or two, drowning out all other observation and thought until your stomach and lungs at last seem to have emptied themselves. Dragging in deep ragged breaths your lungs begin to function once more.

Self realisation returns and your mind reels in confusion. Your last memory is that of receiving a supposedly routine medical from Vault Tec medical personnel. You remember an injection, a harmless innoculation you were told and then a fade into darkness. You concentrate on your memories. You're Dick Goodwin, a district attorney in Boston. A few weeks ago you received a visit from a Vault Tec representative and were told you had been allocated a place in one of their vaults located just outside the city. You had questioned this of course. You had not applied for a place, but the enthusiastic rep had explained that your position as DA and prior military service had qualified you as an essential individual. When the first reports of the bombs dropping had come in you were fortunately at home and had left everything to drive to the vault. Security had been heavy but you had been ushered through without a problem, then the medical and darkness.

You lift your head at last and look around. You are alone in a small room with one sliding door exit, kneeling in a pool of greenish luminescent liquid. Opposite you are two upright tanks large enough to fit a grown person. They are empty, the doors to them open. Looking back behind you there are two more, one of which you evidently recently fell out of. The tanks are marked consecutively GRU 1 through to GRU 4.

You begin to shiver, the room is cold and you are wet and naked. There is a overwhelming sense that everything is wrong, not just generally with the situation but with you. Trembling, you bring your hand up to your face. As you lift it your hand brushes your chest, or rather a soft orb growing from your chest. You roll over into a sitting position and stare down at your body in shock and disbelief. Instead of your toned male body you see a slim female form with firm breasts the size of ripe grapefruit, long slim legs and a hairless labial cleft. You scoot backwards frantically as though you could distance yourself from your own body until you are backed up against the tank that you fell from. You scream loudly, the tone shrill and undoubtedly feminine.

What in hell has Vault Tec done to you?