>In the neck

You feel the cup wrap itself around your neck.

Before you can rip it off, you've already felt the prick. Whatever liquid they've got is already inside of you.

The needle was at an upward angle, directing it into the underneath of your jaw. Instead of the stretching skin sensation, you immediately feel more of a soreness in your entire face.

"Holy shit, what is this stuff?"

The scientist looks down at you. "The compound we inject you with is made up of two parts. The fat, as well as a genetic blueprint that tells your body what to do with said fat. What's inside your face right now is mostly blueprint."

You look in the mirror.

You're face already had an unsettling smoothness too it, but you could see your jaw starting to shrink. In front of your eyes it goes from being somewhat defines to soft and feminine. This creates an intense pressure in your jaw, but it doesn't last for long.

You notice something else, the colour in your face. Your cheeks are become a rose-like shade, almost as if you had applied blush. Your eyes are changing too. You see your lashes grow longer, they become thicker. A pink eye-shadow forms too.

"What you're experiencing right now is called a synthetic makeup." The scientist says to you. "It is a completely natural part of your face."

You look at yourself in shock. You looked away from the mirror for a second and when you looked back your lips were a bright pink.

You protest, "Synthetic makeup? Why the fuck does the military need me to have synthetic makeup?"

"As I said, your body is needed for utility purposes."

"No, you explain to me why some higher up said it was essential for me to have makeup. 'Those terrorists are really kicking our ass, thank God we've got our top minds making synthetic makeup'."

You continue to look at yourself.

"I look like a chick. Some dude's gonna see me and try to fuck me."

The scientist snickers.

"Are you laughing at me up there poindexter? No come on what did I say that's so funny." You continue to yell at him. "I didn't realize you injected me with the fucking comedian blueprint, what's got you giggling up there?"

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." The scientist mumbles before getting back to work on his laptop.

He continues to type away at his laptop as you look at your feminized face in the mirror.

"Hey can I have some water down here?" You say.

"You have a water fountain." he points to your left, where there is, in fact, a water fountain.

"Oh, that's awkward. This doesn't have like genetic nail polish in it does it?" You say.

"No. That would be unethical."

You give the scientist a blank stare as he says that before grabbing a cup.

He presses a button on his control board.