Dr. Robert becomes Dr. Robyn

Subject: Dr. Robert Crawthan
Target Transformation: Dr. Robyn Crawthan
Age: Mid-40s
Gender: Male → Female
Body Attributes: Curvaceous, soft hourglass shape; wide hips; prominent bust; smooth mocha skin
Enhancements: Enhanced femininity, youthful glow, seductive allure
Style Bias: Casual academic femme; snug turtleneck, high-waisted trousers, subtle jewelry
Mental Overlay: Partial - Subject remains intellectually identical but unaware of physical or historical changes
Perception: Modified - Subject perceives transformation as normal or rationalized retroactively
Experience Mode: External - Observer (Joana) is fully aware, Subject (Robyn) is unaware

Joana leaned against the frame of the lab door, casually flicking her wrist and pulling up the RAC’s mobile sync overlay on her phone. A simple preset: external awareness test, single subject, limited reality scope. She tagged Rob as the subject with a smirk, thumb hovering over EXECUTE.

A gentle hum rippled through the air.

Across the room, Rob bent to stow his thermos, his grumbling half-audible: “This cabinet’s still a mess, Joana. I swear…”

Then it began.

First, the hair. Short, peppered curls lengthened in slow motion, thickening with volume and luster, cascading into a deep black bob that framed a softer jawline. His square face smoothed subtly, cheekbones lifting, lips plumping with a soft gloss that hadn’t been there a moment before.

He - she - blinked.

Joana watched, breath held, as Rob’s frame shifted before her. Shoulders sloped downward. Waist tugged inward, hips pushing outward as her stance shifted naturally to accommodate the new center of balance.

Then came the clothes.

The tan button-up Rob had thrown on that morning cinched at the waist, morphing into a chic rust-colored turtleneck that hugged her now-buxom chest. The khakis melted into cream-colored slacks, slim-cut to emphasize the new figure: plump, toned, undeniably feminine.

Buttons strained.

Rob (no, Robyn) shifted her arms and paused, confused for a moment by the added weight on her chest. She ran a hand slowly across her sternum, fingers brushing her freshly-formed cleavage. Her breath hitched with a soft, involuntary murmur of pleasure.

Then: nothing.

She blinked once more and straightened up like the moment had never occurred. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if chasing a dream she couldn’t quite remember.

“Hey, remind me to reprint the inventory sheet,” Robyn said, her voice smooth and husky now, with a confident upward lilt. “Everything’s off again.”

Joana stared, heart pounding. Robyn flipped a pen between her fingers and glanced back. “You okay over there?”

“Yeah,” Joana murmured. “Just running a live experiment.”

“What’s that?”

“Oh, nothing,” Joana said quickly. “Hey, can I grab a readout from your ID real quick?”

Robyn shrugged. “Sure, knock yourself out.”

Joana smiled to herself as she watched Robyn stretch one arm behind her head, her new figure on full display.

So that’s what it looks like when the RAC changes someone mid-flow. And no matter how sensual the moment was, Robyn had no idea anything had changed.

Joana’s fingers danced across the interface again. She logged this away for later. Might be useful for future experiments...