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As I tug lightly on my lace garter belt, I grin lightly at the camera, thinking about how much I enjoyed my new life. Not only was it easy to make stacks with this dangerously sexy body, but it also just felt right. A dead-end job and a shaky at best sex life had me looking for any way to escape such a dull and depressing life. So when I was told about the clinical trials, I looked deeper into it, seeing just how serious and dramatic an effect the X-Change would have on my body. Now, as the camera flashed, I realized just how lucky I was to get into those trials and how much happier I am as a woman.
When I arrived at their labs, they led me to an observation room with sterile white walls akin to those of a hospital and a chair in the center facing a room separated by glass. The lab-coated men around me handed me a small, pink pill, telling me to take it and explain everything I felt. I sat in the chair, tossing the pill back with a cup of water and felt it slide down my throat, the casing dissolving to release the contents into my body.
Immediately, everything felt hotter, as if the room were the inside of an oven. Heat poured into me, my softening skin breaking out with sweat as I gripped the arms of the chair. I grunted as my chest started its transformation, inflating with feminine fat like a water balloon tied to a hose. My growing nails dug deeper into the armrests; the wild mix of pain and pleasure I was feeling had me almost clawing through the fabric. A button rocketed from my shirt, clattering off the glass, as I let out a relieved moan. A modest pair of tits hung free from my chest, beating the prison that was my shirt.
My ass we next to change, the pill working in steps to ensure it got every detail right. My butt and thighs started to spill over the chair cushion like hot lava, slowly flowing to fill as much space as they could. My hips creaked as they grew, reforming themselves to be able to support my bottom-heavy figure. I let out a guttural grunt as I felt my sex reverse, changing itself into that of a woman's, which allowed it to sit between my tree trunk thighs comfortably. My hair lengthened, cascading down my shoulders like a waterfall before lightening to a pastel pink, something that the scientists seemed to take interest in. My round jaw reformed to a point, giving me more of a catty appearance.
The heat finally subsided as I sank deep into the plush chair, the lab coats seemingly happy with the results as they flooded into the room. They thanked me for participating, their trains of thought seeming to derail when I looked at them with my pouty face. I immediately saw the effect I had on straight men, something that I never thought would happen in my life before now. They gave me my payment as well as new documents to help me get accustomed to my new life. Truth be told, I thought this new body was reward enough, but don't tell them that.
Now, as I lie in my gossamer lingerie, taking pictures to release to my millions of viewers, I couldn't help but grin at where my life had ended up. Rich, hot, and happy, what else could a girl need?