As soon as your mission is over

"Don't worry my girl," Professor VonNeudman reassures you "your original body is quite safe. I'll be able to put you back in it just as soon as you complete your mission."

"My mission?" You ask incredulously "You can't be serious. You might have made me look the part but there's no way I can go undercover like this. Tits or no tits I wouldn't know how to begin passing myself off as a woman. I've still got a man's voice for Chirst's sake. I wouldn't last five minutes out there."

"Ah well, yes, I can see why you'd think that but not to worry your lack of, um, relevant experience won't be a problem." He explains "As I explained earlier the body that currently houses your consciousness is an artificial construct of my own design."

"You designed this rack?" You interrupt his monologue staring down at your ample chest "Were you expecting me to need built-in air bags or what?"

"Ah-ha, quite" he laughs dryly "In fact this protype unit was initially intended for, um, adult entertainment purposes."

"Seriously?" You ask wondering if today could possibly get any weirder "You're saying you put me in a fucking robot sex doll?"

"I've done a great deal of work since that initial phase of development" he says a little defensively "I assure you that my protype is a great deal more than a mere mastabatory aid. However, it does still carry much of the legacy firmware from that project which we can now use to our advantage."

You give the Professor a level look waiting for him to say something that actually makes sense.

"Prehaps a demonstration would make things clearer?" He sighs realising you are not going to reach whatever point he was building up to on your own.

He produces a pair of strappy black sandals and slips them onto your feet before releasing the straps holding you in place. You immediately stumble and almost fall forcing you to grab on to the older man for support. He props you up long enough to help you take a few teetering steps across the room until you reach a table you can hold onto.

If things had felt strange before then now they feel downright bizarre. Everything feels so wrong. You hips are too wide. You legs are to short. Blonde hair flops in your face and the jiggling extra weight in you rump and on your chest constantly tries to pull you off balance. It only confirms what you had already decided, this operation was finished before it could even begin.

"Okay hold tight just a moment longer" VonNeudman was saying as he pecked at a laptop keyboard "Just a few more... there!"

Something seemed to click inside you and the feeling of intense wrongness recedes. Carefully you release your deathgrip on the table and stand up straight. Without even thinking about it you shift your stance adopting a model like pose with one hand resting on your hip and the other held away from your body at a delicate angle. You are aware of how odd this is for you but you feel no urge to switch back to your normal manly stance.

At the Professor's urging you take a few cautious steps wobbling and unsteady at first but once again he works his magic on the laptop and you find yourself shaying across the room with a hip swaying strut.

"Okay this is..." you stop yourself from saying weird because the word seems wholly inadequate "it's impressive. I've never even thought of wearing high heels but they feel as natural as comfortable old pair of sneakers."

"Excellent," the older man beams "so you begin to see the possblilities? Your keen investigative mind in control but your body programmed so it is almost impossible for you to slip up."

"Now, one more test," he says as you feel something change inside you again in response to his rapid typing "if you don't mind, tell me your name and profession again."

"Um," you say your voice pitching higher as you speak "my name is..."