Time to learn the ropes

Chloe stood up, checking your vitals one more time on the monitors before she rummaged around in a bag that had been left by the bed. "There's a long to-do list, but I'll be by your side for most of it, at least. We'll talk about your paper at some point, I promise, but first you need to get into character. Fortunately, the Zelda identity is truly a blank slate so there's no wrong answers except for just behaving exactly like your normal self. That will send up some red flags."

You looked at Chloe, puzzled, while she began to arrange a pile of clothes she gathered from the bag onto the bed. The clothes looked casual, and about your size. "W-wait. I'm seriously injured, right? I shouldn't be doing anything!"

Truth be told, you were frightened of the idea of stepping outside of this hospital room as someone else. All the eyes would be on you... it felt like everyone would know something was wrong, that they'd see right through you, and then somehow everyone would know it was really Jason Tauscher under this strange living mask. Could your academic career survive that if knowledge was passed around campus that you spent a month masquerading as a girl? Could your social life?

A voice perked up in your ear. "Jason, your heart rate is spiking. I know it isn't easy, but there's no point staying in the hospital, they'll just discharge you anyway since you look healthy. And your injuries are safely protected by me, you could go run a marathon right now and I'd ensure that you continued to heal. Chloe will make sure everything's okay, you can trust her. Trust us."

Defeated, you hung your head down. You grumbled as you put your hands on your sizable chest again, hefting the breasts under your hospital gown. You wouldn't admit to enjoying it--although, if Zoe can feel your body within her, then she is keenly aware of part of your body that serves as a bit of an indicator for such things--but you couldn't help but be a little dramatic at the moment. "These things are huge though, if you can shapeshift then can't they just go away? Or at least be smaller?"

"Sorry Jason, but even though we haven't set Zelda's personality or anything, we did make some really basic social media profiles for her in creating this identity in case people snoop, and they most definitely will. She's got a particular look, because she's 'related' to me, and I'd picked a particular look in my natural state. We can tone it down when away from public, if you like, but at least for now it's important that you look the part. Besides, the clothes will fit just right."

You glance up at Chloe, pouting a little. She just chuckles a little and pats your cheek. "That's an adorable look on you, but save it for when you want to guilt trip someone for a free drink or something. I'll leave you to get dressed, then you pick the destination and we'll get some things settled. Hideki's given us a hotel to stay at, normally Zoe and I would have actually stayed at the lab, but that's not an option... we'll share it, all of us, and then all the secrets will be revealed. But first I'm guessing you'll need to pick up some items from your place, get some things in order from your normal life, and then we also just need to go wind down somewhere, because I don't know about you, but I'm a little stressed out."

If she was stressed, she had a good poker face. Chloe disappeared out the door again, closing it for privacy as you sat up again, looking at the clothes at the foot of your bed. Carefully, you began to swing your legs out of bed, letting them dangle for a bit--normally your feet would be firmly on the ground from the height of the bed at the moment, but that wasn't the case while you were the shape of Zelda.

You admired your legs for a little, more like an observer than an owner of the body. You had a front-row seat, and full control, to maximize the capacity of the male gaze. And there was no doubt that the leg you stretched out before you was stunningly beautiful. You'd absolutely have dropped everything to go on a date with a girl like this, with those curvaceous hips, that trim waist that you could feel with your hands, those admittedly impressive breasts that bounced teasingly in front of you. But the fact that everything was attached to you made it so bizarre--you've got this body fully under your control, but from a perspective you hadn't expected.

Something about it, deep down, was fascinating. You wanted to know more. But on the surface, it was still so new and strange and jarring that you really just wanted to be back to normal. Normalcy was a month away though, so you eventually sucked it up and stood up.

You took a couple cautious steps. Walking with the new weight distribution took a little getting used to, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. If you can put on a backpack and still stay upright, apparently a couple breasts weren't that big a deal. Although, the fact that you couldn't easily see your feet if you looked down was a bit of a shock... you reached back to untie the robe, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself as you looked in a nearby mirror on the hospital wall.

One tug of the string, and the gown opened in the back. You shrugged the gown away, and stared in awe at the beautiful body in the mirror, getting the full view now of the incredible shape you were in. Your hourglass shape would have been the envy of any woman, there wasn't a hair or mark or flaw on your skin below the neck. Your breasts hung down lightly, retaining a roundness that seemed to lightly defy gravity, but still holding a natural shape. Your stomach, on the other hand, was perfectly trim, something you'd had a challenge maintaining when jogging was the lowest priority on your list with all your academic responsibilities. And with that cute face and short, brunette hair in a slightly messy bob, you were irresistibly sexy to yourself--so sexy, it almost hurt on the inside.

"Well, I'm... glad you like the result!" Zoe said in your ear, with a bit of a giggle in her words. Clearly she recognized your excitement for the body she built for you.

Of course, you should get dressed and head out the door to meet Chloe again. But, your reflection was proving to be immensely distracting, you were mesmerized by your own shape... Zoe was a bit of a captive audience, unable to **** you to do anything. At the moment, you were in full control of whatever you wished this sexy girl in the mirror could do.