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Chapter 5 by ElizaLariana ElizaLariana

What kind of trial do you choose?

A city-wide tour that requires no walking...

“I'll take the kind where I'm not stuck in this room,” you tell the four technicians of your decision. Jeffrey, with a smile, turns to look at his colleagues and nods at each of them.

“Alright, we will proceed, unless you have some questions for us,” Jeffrey says.

You do have a single question. Before they give you the pill that will essentially shut you up for the next 24 hours, you speak up, “On this pill, am I alive or am I...?” You trail off, the other half of the question obviously going towards a negative option.

Gabriella speaks up, “Theoretically, you are neither alive nor dead. You are what we like to call inanimate. Michael equates that to suspended animation.”

Upon the mention of his name, Michael chimes in with an explanation. “That means your normal biological functions are slowed or stopped. Like breathing, digestion, excretion, such things are paused while you're on Synthetic. You won't need to breathe, or eat, or take a shit, which are normal things you do to stay living, but when your whole body is primarily inanimate material, there is no need for such activities.”

“You will still be able to feel everything around you. If someone squeezes your breasts, pinches a nipple, shoves their cock inside you, you will feel it. To the people in this room, we'll assume you'll be able to feel every and all sensations, but to what degree is known only to you. To anyone else outside of this room, they'll think you're just some hyper-realistic sex doll,” Jeffrey continues explaining, quite bluntly to boot.

Lauren adds so as not to be left out of the conversation. “That said, if they think you are just some inanimate object, I must warn you that some people will try to do things to you that may normally injure you in one way or another. You'll feel the good sensations as well as the bad, but don't worry. While you will feel pain, your body should not get damaged. Though any injury that is sustained after you change back will be compensated for by X-Change,” she explains.

“Does that answer your question?” Jeffrey asks.

“Yes. There was a lot of useful information and maybe some personal advice so, yes, it does answer my question,” you tell them.

“Alright. Are you ready?” Jeffrey asks. You nod. “Have a seat, Mr. Charles.” Jeffrey gestures you to take a seat in a chair he slides over. Lauren presents a plastic tray with a single dark pink pill and a cup of water. You take the pill and wash it down with the water provided.

Once it has been swallowed, the transformation takes effect after a few seconds. You feel your body shrinking, shaping into the hourglass figure you remember during your Orientation. Your short brown hair lengthens, flowing down past your shoulders and halfway down your back. Soon the clothes you chose to wear become larger as your body becomes smaller. It was almost instantaneous the first time, but this time it's double that.

When you feel like you've fully transformed, becoming Charlene like how it is on the ID card behind your government-issued one, you try to speak, but find that you are unable to. You cannot even hum or generate vibrations in your vocal cords. Does it feel like a thrill, knowing your body is changing in this manner? Or is it scary, like how it was for Neo in the Matrix? At least in that film he could move or resist against his captors. You on the other hand are utterly helpless, at the mercy of the technicians around you. You are able to see whatever your now-artificial eyes can see, but you cannot move them past the corners of your eyes. You are the proverbial deer frozen in the unseen radiance of a pair of headlights.

Jeffrey speaks when he comes into your field of vision. His voice sounds hollow and tinny, as if he is in a tunnel. It's a wonder how you could hear anything at all, figuring that even your eardrums and the bones in your ear are also synthetic. The brain that is seemingly allowing you to process the sound of his voice, the light and color of the room, and the subtle breeze against your silicon skin, must be synthetic as well. Or maybe such an organ cannot be transformed and is simply a human organ encased in a synthetic skull? “Alright, it might feel awkward at first, but be rest assured, this will be over in 24 hours,” he explains. You cannot react or speak your mind, so you must ultimately keep it to yourself for the rest of the day.

“We are going to stand you up and redress you in more appropriate clothing, but before that, we will just give you a physical. We won't know if you're feeling where we poke or prod, but we'll assume you do feel it. This is to make sure everything in your body has transformed into a synthetic material and has not remained unchanged and therefore still prone to injuries,” Lauren says.

Michael picks you up, the expression on his face paired with the exertion of his breathing telling you that your synthetic body weight has risen after the pill fully transformed you. There is effort involved, but he is able to stand you upright, his body towering over your height of five feet, four inches. You feel another pair of hands, large hands to be exact. This tells you Jeffrey has come behind to aid in your stabilization. You imagine yourself on a plain Pink Basic pill, caught in between these two larger figures. Your train of thought is interrupted as you somehow have this sensation of imbalance. If no one was holding you at this moment, you feel like you'd either fall back or forwards and consequently feel the expected pain from the impact with the floor.

Michael removes his hands from your body as Jeffrey continues to hold it upright. Nonchalantly, he removes your clothes, posing your body in an effort to easily get certain garments off. You feel your arms being raised and straightened as a pair of hands plant themselves on your waist, stabilizing you. The shirt on your torso is lifted and the hands removing them have to get it past your shoulders and neck before it can be slid up your arms and off your body. Your hair falls once freed from the rising shirt and some locks are draped over your face. You want to blow it out of your eyes, but you begin to realize that you're unable to perform any reactionary activities, even those that seem small and trivial to you. Your pants obviously fall to the floor once they are past your hips and Michael assists the bending of your legs to get you to step out of your pants.

Your arms are lowered and a gentle hand shifts your hair from your face. Gabriella stands before you, her height shorter than yours, but not by much. She reaches out both of her hands and grabs a handful of each of your large breasts. “Miss Charlene's breasts seem to be of the right consistency, given their size. Soft and squishy, but not easily malleable,” she says.

Lauren comes up alongside her, commenting, “They seem to have a considerable weight to them.” She lifts one of your breasts with a cold hand and you feel her other hand plant itself below the silicon melon. The first hand lets the weight of the breast drop onto her second, pinning it to your torso. Being groped by a pair of young X-Change technicians, added with their science-y speech, would feel hot as your mind wanders due to the pleasure you are feeling. You can neither comment on their activity nor cry out in bliss.

Michael clears his throat and says, “Alright ladies, let's move on to the next part of the physical.” With assistance from Gabriella, Jeffrey pushes your body forward in such a way that your legs naturally bend at the knee and you are made to bend your legs as far as they can. They carefully lower you in a rather submissive pose, your legs completely bent and pressed together, your buttocks resting upon your heels and your ankles flattened. Your arms are further maneuvered behind your back, your hands clasped together and resting on what would be your tailbone. You feel a constant discomfort in this position, more so in your kneecaps and ankles, but it doesn't progress into pain.

Gabriella gets on her knees as well and grasps your jaw, lowering it and thus opening your mouth. You realize you only feel the slight breeze from the air-conditioning and it's not you miraculously breathing in. Humorously, the girl puts her fingers into your mouth, pulling out a very soft feature, your tongue. Even as an inanimate person, you can taste the flavor of her fingers. Jeffrey, from behind, tilts your head upwards a bit. Michael catches your eye. You notice a sinister smirk on his face.

What do they plan to occupy your open mouth?

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