Sonya Doe

"....can you hear me?", a younger male voice asked, sounding a bit muffled as Trixie came to. Her vision was initially blurred, but as it came into focus, she made out the face of a nerdy, college aged boy wearing glasses," I'm Martin, Dr. Singh's assistant", he announced, matter of factly, "And you are...?

"Isn't it obvious? I'm Trixie Dixx.", she snapped back back, but then paused. Her voice sounded somewhat more mature and sultry than before. He eyes widened as the memories of recent events began to trickle back in.

"Ah, success!", Martin clapped,"Not that there was every any doubt. Wanna take a look at your new body?".

Trixxie looked down. She was wearing Mom jeans, her thighes more filled out, firmly pressing against the denim. Her gave shifted gradually upward to light blue top she now wore. She brought her hands up to her face. Instead of the long, colorful nails she sported seconds ago, these ones were clipped short, a dull pink polish upon them. Now for the moment of truth. She placed her hands on the arm rest, pushed using her lower body... and stood up without incident. "Yes!", Trixie cried out, jumping up and down. It had been so long since she had free motion like this. As she pranced around the room, she saw another woman mimicing her. She halted suddenly, and so did her copycat. She was confined within a frame. It was ger reflection,"Oh my god!", she whispered, walking towards the mirror. It contained an attractive brunette woman, her wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was obvious she was older than Trixie, but the year amount was uncertain. The face and body were everything Trixie was not: natural.

The door to the room burst open as Hugo Large made his entrance, followed by a middle aged woman carrying clothes," Damn glad you made it, Trix!", he belowed," Martin, could you excuse us?".

"Uh, sure", Martin replied, exiting the space as Hugo closed the door behind him, the costume designer setting up shop,"How does it feel?".

"Actually... great", Trixie answered, turning to the side and eywing herself.

"That's great!", Hugo responded,"We're running a bit late, so could you shimmy outta those Mom clothes? Agatha will get you suited up".

"Right to the point as always.", Trixie muttered, tossing off the top and dropping the jeans to her ankles. She was adorned in bland, tan bra and panties. But her body quite intrigued her. Her hands lightly cupped the bra-encased breasts. They were C-cups, but it had been a while since Trixie had felt natural boobs on her chest. She then traced the line in the center of her stomach down to her panty line," Damn, this chick works out", she thought, turning to the side to see a visible bump. Trixie had thought she had a nice ass before, but it was never quite as noticeable as this. She instinctively grabbed the cheek, feeling solid muscle.

Before she could explore further, a red dress was thrown over her head. Trixie fought her way upwards, getting her arms and head free at the appropriate spots and gasping a bit. Agatha then pulled put her hair tie, letting the thick, brown, wavy locked free before fluffing them out. She then tossed a pink apron over Trixie's shoulders and tied it at the back.

"You're going to be going by the name Betty Cocker", Hugo instructed.

"How celever", Trixie said sarcastically under hrr breathe.

"Now let's start your come back", he said jovially, walking out the door, the starlett turned MILF following him.