Nathan returned to his room and studied his/her reflection in the small mirror inside the wardrobe door. Looking back at him was a blonde teenage girl. The was little sign of the old Nathan in the reflection. These brown eyes were not his and the smooth flawless skin on his face wasn't what he was used to. There would be no need to shave or trim a beard for the next 12 weeks. To be honest the blonde colour of this girl's hair was about the only thing she and the old Nathan had in common. Even the hair though was longer than he was used to and his slight wave was gone. This girls hair was dead straight.
To do what Nathan wanted though he/she needed a bigger mirror. He went to the bathroom and shut the door. Inside the clothes came off and, well he was now definitely a she. This was the first time she had seen this body naked. Her breasts seemed grotesquely oversized. Were they real? They felt real.
Then there was the absence between her legs. He had been knocked out by an injection when they changed him. She had woken to find herself already dressed. Instinctively her hands had felt her groin and felt the absence, but now seeing it in the mirror it was oh so real. Nathan was now in possession of a vagina. They hadn't just done a superb make-up job on him. Somehow they had changed him into a fully functioning girl.
Nathan tried to recall exactly what had happened. She could remember signing the contract giving the company permission to change his body as they wished for the next 12 weeks. At the time he had felt triumphant having have them add clauses such that he would be chauffered to and from the studio each day. The money he was to be paid was more than he had hoped for but now looking at her new reflection she thought that in hindsight he should have demanded more.
She could remember being ushered into a room once the contract was signed and been given a injection in the arm. Next thing she could remember was waking up in a strange body. She realised she must have still been suffering some sort of after effects from whatever had been done to him/her, as she had not questioned the woman who had been with her when she woke but had compliantly done as she had been told. She could recall been put into a car and arriving home but nothing of the journey. She couldn't even recall the face of the driver, just that he seemed a giant. But then so did Laura. This current body was so small.
Now that her head was clearing, a million questions were running through her mind. However they would have to wait till the morning. What had she agreed to do? She needed to read the fine print of the contract. Had she even bought a copy of the contract home? She could not recall.
She dressed again. The clothes she had been wearing seemed tiny. She only realised when she stripped off that she had no underwear. She had been commando under the leggings and they had not given her a bra. No wonder Laura had seemed so bemused at her appearance.
She returned to her room and found a bag on the bed. She could now recall been given the bag by the woman as she had been put into the car. A quick look inside found her old male clothes including her wallet. Also in there was a manila folder containing a copy of the contract he/she had signed and a copy of the script of the first episode to be filmed on Friday. The female Nathan started reading the contract carefully. There were pages of clauses he had not read properly. Better late than never.
There was a knock on the door. It was Laura 'Nathan. Just wanted to warn you, Nina is on her way over. She's bringing some clothes that should fit you better than anything I have'
Nathan had just read a clause that he/she was not to disclose his true identity, nor how his body had been changed. 'No she can't come Laura. They will dock my pay if my true identity is leaked'
'It's alright. I told her you were Nathan's cousin, using his room as he is out of town. She thinks your name is Libby and that you somehow lost all your belongings on your journey here. She is bringing over clothes that she doesn't want herself anymore'