[TF, MtF]
[CW: Non-con, forced mental changes]

Gina woke up, rubbing her temples. She was on a park bench. Moments earlier, she had been in Jill’s bathroom, looking at her reflection before she passed out. She jumped off the bench and looked around at the scene. It was a scenic park filled with beautiful green grass, and bright flowers filling fields across the softly rolling hills. The passersby paid her with little heed.

Gina looked down at herself, then back at the various people around her. She was naked, her petite and perky breasts on display to the world. She immediately flung her arms around her body, attempting to preserve any decency she had left, but still no one reacted. No one, except for Jill walking up to her.

"You knocked yourself out good there. Was worried about you, but it seemed you needed to just rest."

Gina looked at herself. Moments earlier she had been a he named Greg, but then the Virtual Vacation had turned him into a sort of half man and half woman. Now it seems like Jill finished the job while she was asleep. Gina took a step forward, letting her hands fall. They clenched into fists.

"What did you do to me?!" Gina's voice raised, trembling. "Why'd you change me MORE when I clearly wasn't happy with what you already did?!"

"Look, Gina, calm down. I can explain if-"

"Don't tell me to calm down! Why are you fricking calling me Gina?! Why the frick can't I say frick?! Gosh darn it what did you do?!" Gina stomped her foot in dirt, kicking some up at Jill.

Jill put her hand on Gina's shoulder. "You were angry, and freaking out. You passed out. I could call an ambulance, take you to the hospital, but don't you think there's be a lot more questions?" Jill sat down on the bench and patted the seat next to her. Gina reluctantly followed. "I took you back to the Virtual Vacation. We're in it, now. I didn't want you to be so dysphoric again so Valerie and I finished your transformation and then made some… mental adjustments so that you wouldn't freak out as much."

Gina fumed, glaring daggers at Jill. "Oh yeah? What fricking mental adjustments did you think to make?"

Jill shrugged noncommittally before continuing. "Just to try and keep you calm, well, you can't swear anymore out of anger. You can't raise your voice that much anymore, or rather, you don't want to. You also probably have been thinking of yourself as a girl, haven't you Gina? It goes with your new name."

"I'm not a girl though, I'm a…" Gina could feel the word 'girl' forming on her lips, and fought it. In the past she was a guy, but now she was a girl. She could clearly see what she was trying to say, to state out loud that nothing had changed, her gender hadn't changed, but she couldn't bring her lips to form the words to say it. "Fine. Whatever. Change me back, now. Valerie, change me back to Greg."

"Valerie, cancel that." Jill interjected, locking eyes with Gina. "You said you were going to fill a bug report. Go back to the lab like this. I'll get you some clothes, and this is how you show your team there's some major issues. Besides you can reset it at your Virtual Vacation once you figure it out."

Gina raised her hand, ready to smack Jill. She trembled, lowering it slowly. The woman opposite her hadn't even flinched. "Fine. Whatever. Valerie, show me the door. Jill, I need those clothes."

Jill stood, handing Gina a small bundle. "Go ahead, put this on in my house. I figure you'd want the privacy." Gina stood to match her. She was shocked how short she was; before this started Greg towered over Jill. Now Jill seemed taller than usual, but Gina also seemed tiny, being almost at waist height to Jill.

Gina snapped the clothes up, and left through the door, disappearing into the real world again. She looked around, amazed how much smaller she was. The potting soil was undisturbed from before, and the machine seemed to him with a striking glow. That was her mass-energy in there. She felt strangely possessive of it, but knew she had to let it go. She could fix this.at her lab.

She walked down to the bathroom, finding herself barely able to see over the countertop of the sink. She hopped to see herself. Gina was cute, looking like a forest nymph or sprite. Her skill glowed, her features angular yet petite, she was a splitting image of youthful feminine beauty. Her face was adorned with makeup made of bright greens and reds. At first glance it looked slightly eccentric, as though prepared for a night of clubbing, but at a closer inspection Gina realized the makeup resembled leaves and flowers. An array of flora decorated her face, looking absolutely natural on her given her stature and her facial structure. It looked like Jill made more than a few changes to her, crafting her into almost a fairy - sans the wings.

And she hated it. She grabbed the nearby soap dispenser and hurled it at the mirror, cracking it into an infinite spiderweb of cracks. That made her feel better, her rights taken from her like this. Gina grabbed clothes and dressed herself. The panties were strange to put on, though she refused to feel exactly where and why they sat so flat against her pelvis. Her bra had a tag that said it was a size 28B. It felt big enough going on her, but she knew from past girlfriends it was small.

Past girlfriends… Gina wondered if, now that she was a woman, if she still liked women. Yeah, the idea of a naked guy touching her still made her feel uncomfortable. At least that part of her was still intact, even if it meant she'd be better suited at the gay bar now. Until it was fixed, she reminded herself, not that she'd want to stay like this.

Hurriedly so as not to keep thinking about that line of though, Gina finished getting dressed. The blouse and slacks were normal work attire, but just different enough to throw her off. The blouse especially was confusing, with the buttons being on the opposite side. She had to slow down and pay attention, lest she miss one or get them unaligned and make herself look the fool.

"I mean, you're about to go to work as a girl and try and convince everyone that this is you. That's foolish enough."

Gina grabbed her belongings from her male life, pulling out her phone. Greg carpooled with Jill, which left Gina no way to get back to work. She called up a ride.

Self-consciously, Gina prepared a cover story about how she was Greg's cousin and visit town and that's why she used his account, but it didn't matter in the end. The driver didn't care and was content to just check out the hot woman in the seat behind him.

As soon as the car pulled up to the complex of Innovention Inc., Gina scrambled out of the car. She hurried away, heading into the safety of the building. Being leered at was strange. She felt like she was being sexualized, used as part of the man's fantasy, but she also, strangely, on some level enjoyed the attention. Greg never was a looker, and now Gina was an exotic woman looking like she stepped out of the forest in a Brother's Grimm tale.

Security hassled her, literally looking down on her as she entered. It took a lot of effort, but she finished managed to prove she was the person Greg became given her knowledge of credentials and the systems they worked with. A difficult argument for her to make, considering she couldn't call herself Greg or say she was a guy. When they finally relented they printed her a new name badge. With no last name - an oversight from Jill, it seemed - it merely read "Gina - Research Lead" with a picture affixed to it. At least she could now get to her lab.

She rushed in, hurried to their main testing prototype of the Virtual Vacation and walked straight in. "Computer, load up the profile of Greg Garlson, and change my avatar to his." The computer acknowledged his commands - the need for an administrator overridden in the prototype - and instantaneously she looked like her old self. The mental changes could wait, she figured, and turned back to the door. She walked back out into the lab and looked down at herself.

Small breasts and wide hips greeted her. Her blouse with the buttons on the wrong side was still there. Gina rushed back into the machine, trying different commands to get the unit to respond to her. No matter what she did, she came out looking the same. It was much later that night, after nearly every employee had left and the room was dark that she curled into the corner next to the Virtual Vacation and cried, her tears flowing across her perfect makeup without disturbing it's intricate patterns.