Kaitlin Talbot (mother)

This is your last day as 44-year-old Kaitlin Kimberly Talbot. You're standing in a non-descript room, completely nude. The doctor has just finished a full physical and documented your "before" appearance. This is what confronts you in the mirror now.

You're in good shape for your age. Your husband likes to refer to you as a MILF, when he's talking dirty to you before he fucks your brains out. Yeah, your married sex life is hot. As you turn slowly to regard your body from all angles, you wonder if the procedure will change that. What will your new body want? What will your husband's new body be able to give you?

Your fingers trail over your bare cunt lips and slip into your snatch. You don't really look like you've birthed two children--except maybe for your breasts, which are large and slightly pendulous from age and breast-feeding. Dark nipples cap the light, untanned skin, blue veins visible just below the surface. You imagine your husband sucking on them as you caress yourself.

A throat clears. Your blonde bob of hair whips around as you turn to look at the orderly in the doorway. Blushing slightly--for exhibitionism is one of the few things that doesn't turn you on, you apologize. The orderly says nothing except for "Follow me," which you do, your bubble butt jiggling with each step down the corridor.

You follow her to a room labelled "Procedure Lab". The doctor is there, along with three nurses. He explains that you will undergo your physical adjustments first, followed shortly by the conditioning. He then asks if you have any questions, and seeing that you are aroused, he smiles lasciviously. "Everyone likes a good fantasy," he says, like he's done this a hundred times before. He probably has.

The anaesthesia kicks in without issue, and Kaitlin Talbot drifts away.