Like a hooker

Fighting back a wave of nausea and disassociation you take your time examining the figure in the mirror. It is both better and worse than you had hoped. She appears young, to your eyes at least, no more than twenty-five for sure. Her smooth tanned skin and black hair have a lustre to it you rarely see in your usual social circle. She has no obvious scars or injuries you can see other than some small holes in her ears and nose for piercings. She may have others but you don't feel up to looking for them right now.

She is slim to the point of being skinny, you hadn't exactly been an Adonis before but this girl probably weighs half what you did. As long as you don't include her breast that is.

The two fleshy orbs are completely out of proportion to her slight build. They dominate her chest jutting out far enough that the poor girl probably hasn't seen her feet quite a while. They don't have the ballon like quality that breast implants had back in the olden days but clearly, they have been augmented.

In fact, now he looks more closely the girl has had a lot of work done. Her waist is too thin, her legs unnaturally long. She has no body hair of any kind and after being on ice for at least a few weeks you'd expect at least a little regrowth. The fact that you can find none suggests she has had it permanently removed.

Tapping the mirror's controls you spin the view through 180 degrees to get a better view of her from behind. Her butt is full and firm in the style that was considered the height of fashion about ten years ago. In the small of her back, a butterfly tattoo beats its wings sending fractal swirls of iridescent colour flickering across her skin.

Flicking the view back to the front you take a closer look at her face. Again you see the tell-tale signs of cosmetic enhancement. Most obviously her lips are slightly parted in a permanent pout and so swollen it must be difficult for her to speak normally.

The rest of her face is pretty enough but lacking the small imperfections that you'd expect from either a true natural beauty or from the work of a high-end cosmetic enhancement.

Altogether the effect is sexy as hell but also kind of cheap and trashy and then it hits you. This is you. You are now the one with the enormous tits and the animated tramp stamp and a smooth hairless cooch between your legs.

Your perspective lurches forcing you to grip the sink for support. Abruptly you no longer feel like you are watching this girl on a screen instead you are suddenly acutely aware that you are looking at your own sleeve in a mirror. You screw your eyes shut but that doesn't stop you feeling the weight of your new breast pulling at your chest or fill the void you sense between your legs. You concentrate on breathing slow and deep until and eventually, the moment passes.

You shut the mirror off without looking again and try not focus on what being in this sleeve will mean for your future. Instead, you take things one step at a time, showering and dressing on the shapeless grey jumpsuit they have provided...