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As I sat in the clinic booth, staring at the lengthy form in front of me, I couldn't believe what was about to happen. When the first New U clinics emerged over a decade ago, the technology was just as much exclusive as it was expensive. Only the ultra-elite were able to get their hands on the form-changing technology. But, as time went on, the science went public. New companies began springing up all over the world, each with their own iteration of the original device and, as these companies continued to grow, the price of the procedure dwindled exponentially.

Now, after only seriously saving for little over a year, I had the opportunity to reshape myself here at R3born, a reputable clinic that now had locations all across the continental United States.

The sterile scent of rubbing alcohol clung to the inside of my nostrils as I reached for the pink-and-white pen that had been carefully placed next to the all-important questionnaire in front of me. I could feel my hands grow clammy as I clasped my fingers around the writing utensil and began filling out the first question.

Sex

• Male
• Female

I circled the second option. Thoughts filled my distracted mind as I imagined who I would soon become. I knew this was what I had always wanted, but I had never imagined that my dream would one day become reality. Excited, I flipped to the suggested page. My chosen gender was only one small part of the decisions laid out before me.

Hair Color

• Brown
• Blonde
• Red
• Black
• Other, please specify

Brown sounds good, I thought to myself. No need to change too much, I postulated, looking up at my shaggy brown mop I called a haircut.

Height

• Tiny
• Small
• Average
• Tall
• Huge

I had always hated my height, and it had been a serious point of discomfort throughout my life, so I had no second thoughts when I circled small. The idea of less joint pain and no more struggling to fit in doorframes made the decision easy.

Ethnicity Please write down preference. Write 'same' if you wish to retain your current skin tone.

I decided to just write 'same.' Once again, I still wanted to be recognizable to myself to some degree.

Size

• Emaciated
• Thin
• Average
• Plush
• Heavy

I recalled the numerous occasions of freezing my ass off due to a severe lack of body fat. I took one look at my rail-thin arms and chicken-legs before quickly circling the 'plush' option. A little extra meat on the bones was sounding more and more attractive as I thought about it.

Breasts

• Flat
• A
• B
• C
• DD
• Other, please specify

Easiest question of the lot, I joked internally. Wasting no time second-guessing myself, I circled 'Other,' and simply scrawled 'bigger' on the provided line. If I was going to be a woman, I wanted to be a knockout by my own standards and, since my standards had been twisted by my terribly misconceived notions of sex due to pornography, I may have gone a little overboard...

Hips

• Narrow
• Thin
• Average
• Wide
• Waspish

I circled wide. This was a sketchy category for me. I wasn't too sure if I wanted children, and the last option felt a bit on-the-nose, so I went with the one just above it. As I imagined how much my gait would be altered due to the drastic change I chose for myself, I couldn't help but excitedly speed through the next few options. Butt... Massive, obviously. Eye color, let's go with the same. Voice, high-pitched but no new accent. Vision, perfect...

I continued going down the list until I got to the final question.

Libido

• Frigid
• Low
• Normal
• High
• Nymphomaniac

Not wanting to become a total slut, but still interested in having fun, I went with high. As I circled my final answer and set down the form, I breathed a sigh of relief before signalling to the nearby attendant that I was finished.

Within a couple hours, I was being carted down a brightly-lit hallway, with nothing but a front-facing hospital gown covering my nude form. The metal table beneath me was freezing, but, thanks to the drugs being pumped into me at a rapid pace, my senses were quickly diminishing. As the nurses pulled me into the operating room and slid me into the R3born chamber, I remember one of them whispering as they looked at my filled-out questionnaire. "This one really didn't hold back," they chuckled as they examined the paperwork. "She'll be gorgeous."

That's all I've ever wanted, That was my last thought as a man.

When I woke up, it was like I had emerged from a cocoon. I first started noticing the changes as soon as I sat up in the hospital bed. As I quickly jolted upright, I felt a massive tugging at my chest, as two heavily-weighted tits pulled me downwards. I had to quickly adjust my posture to prevent myself from slouching. I gingerly pulled off the aqua-marine hospital gown, taking a moment to inspect my new, dainty hands. I couldn't help but imagine all the things I'll get to do with these massive tits. My massive tits.

Now nude, I dragged my hands down my new breastflesh, quietly sucking in air as my thin fingers brushed against my new, sensitive nipples.

Then, I noticed the tall mirror in the corner of the room. Quickly, I jumped out of bed, and was amazed at how different my perspective was from my newly-diminished height. As I walked towards the mirror, I felt the considerable shift in the way I moved. My wide hips shifted with each step, and my bountiful backside wobbled like jello each footfall. I could feel the excitement building inside me, like a ball fire in my lower stomach. Maybe that's just the new libido, I joked to myself as I arrived at the mirror.

"Wow..."

And that's all I could say. But I could imagine so much more.