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Jack's eyes flew open and he immediately felt that something was wrong. He blinked several times, trying to clear his vision, but everything was blurry. He felt an unfamiliar weight on his chest, which seemed to be tightly compressed in some kind of restrictive material. His legs were also uncomfortably compressed by the same tight, restrictive material.
“What the hell?” he murmured, but his voice sounded strange to his own ears. His throat felt weird, too.
He glanced down in confusion, and suddenly everything came rushing back. He gasped when he realized that there were definitely two round lumps now sitting where there used to just be flat, bare chest. His legs were in pink yoga pants, and his feet were covered in a pair of women's heeled shoes.
A man in a Newlife lab coat stood next to the bed, clipboard in hand, watching Jack with mild curiosity. “Welcome back, sir,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “The procedure was a success.”
“What do you mean, a success? This isn't right. Why am I have a woman's body? That was a dude's body I was supposed to get!" Jack shouted angrily, trying to sit up, feeling new weight on his chest swaying from the movement.
“You selected the name Alex Jordan, correct?” the man asked, flipping through his clipboard. “Alex Jordan, age twenty-four, exotic dancer.”
Jack’s wifened his eye's. 'Alex' was supposed to be a guy's name as he thought before. He remembered eagerly scrolling through the list of names at the Newlife center when he signed up for the procedure.
It was a day after he turned 18 that Jack received the check that filled his goal of $20,000 from his grandmother's passing. . $20,000 was the membership fee for Newlife and as far as he knew he could remain there until the day he died so long as he fully complied to the lives of others. But girl's body?! He never even considered becoming a woman, especially not a some stripper!
“Exotic dancer?” Jack repeated, his voice cracking. “I thought Alex was a dude! You’ve got to fix this! I can’t be a woman!”.
The man in the lab coat gave a sympathetic smile. “I’m afraid If you wish to return to your male body, then we will be forced to cancel your membership in the club and you will have to pay compensation to Ms. Jordan for the breach of contract."
Jack’s stomach churned. Membership in the club was all he dreamed of, he knew that to get it again he would have to pay 150 thousand dollars and that was a lot for his wallet.
The doctor continued, "However, as a member of the club, the only option is to remain in your current form until a time comes where you will be able to return to your original body."
Jack sat up, trying to ignore how odd it felt to have his new boobs bouncing and jiggling on his chest. He tried to ignore the feeling of the yoga pants against his crotch. “How long?” Jack finally asked. “How long do I have to stay like this?”
The man looked over the clipboard.
“Thirty days,” the doctor replied calmly. “Then you’ll swap back, provided you meet all the requirements set by Ms. Jordan.”
Jack groaned, slumping back on the bed. “And what are those?”
The doctor flipped a page. “You need to show up to work every day as scheduled—no sick days. You must make at least $50 in tips per shift. Also, there are opportunities for additional work that are strongly encouraged.”
Jack’s face turned beet red. 'Additional work? What the hell does that mean?' he thought. He looked down at his new body again, feeling a strange mix of fear, anger, and an unexpected excitement of something he didn’t want to admit.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. His new body felt so foreign, the hips swaying with every tentative step he took. The heels were tricky, and he almost fell twice before catching himself on the bed.
Damn it!” he cursed under his breath, glaring down at his feet. 'How the hell do women walk in these things?' he thought, wobbling as doctor helped him stand.
"So, you can leave now, and I will be happy to answer any questions that you may have." the doctor said.
Jack was quiet for a few minutes, still looking at his new body in disbelief. Finally, he nodded and stepped carefully away to the hallway. His new chest bounced with every movement, and the tight shorts dug into his skin.
As he exited the building, he became painfully aware of how everyone was staring at him. Women snickered, and men ogled openly. A group of teenage boys saw a woman with a man's head staring at him and immediately started laughing. One of them pointed and yelled, "Hey, it's Frankenboobs! She's got a dude's head and dude's tits!"
Jack’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. 'This is so embarrassing,' he thought, ducking his head. 'I should go home.' He glanced up and froze, realizing that he actually should go to Alex's place because it's now his place too, at least for the next thirty days.
Reaching his hand into his small lady's purse, Jack pulled out a slip of paper that the doctor had given him, which had his new address written on it and other things he should know.
"What the fuck?" he said quietly, looking up. 'Today is her shift! It starts in an hour!' He sighed. He wanted nothing more than to go home and hide, but if he missed even a single day, then he lost his membership and his grandmother's inheritance.
"Damn..." Jack sighed and shuddered. 'I don't think I'm gonna like being a stripper for the next thirty days.'