"Alright, let me tell you some of the important information which you must know about me.
1.) I am a genius in terms of my work, but certain things like how to handle being in crowds, or certain general public knowledge like current trends is lost on me. Meaning that you will have to excuse me if I do not understand certain things. And that you will need to help me out if I am needing to.
2.) Like you, I am a rare variant. However unlike you, I am not locked part way through a transformation. Instead, I store the genetic data internally and can, for lack of a better word, shapeshift into any of the forms that I have already been in. This is also my latest project, to replicate it for market, but so far, I am not making any progress.
3.) I like the feeling that comes with having a dick, so be prepared to be taking one whenever we fuck. And before you ask, I most certainly can impregnate you if I so choose to. And eventually, I will do just that too, but not for a while though. And while out of curtsy, I will keep my default to a kangaroo dick, I may change it up every so often.
4.) Last point, I tend to work very long days. Especially if I am in the zone. This being the case, I am granting you exclusive, unlimited access to my lab, as long as you do not ruin anything, or break things. Of course accidents happen, but for this, you must adhere to my every command while inside, at least until you get very familiar with how to act and what to do while inside the lab.
Any questions?"
You didnt have any questions about those points, however you did have one about something else. "Yeah, I have one. Why wife? You make it sound like you really needed just an assistant, but you called me your wife. Could you explain that a bit?"
"I see, well, I can always use a competent assistant, which I do hope that you will quickly become. However, originally you were meant to just become my pet. But when you only turned part way, we legally have to still recognize you as a person. And I can't own people. So, I choose the next closest thing. My wife. Now we belong exclusively to each other. I felt this was a good compromise actually, and our sexual interests align too, which is a huge bonus. Additionally, this 'marriage' technically is off the record too, so if you are uncomfortable with it, we can easily change your title."
"So, we're not really married, more so as we are unofficially pet and Mistress, or what?"
"How about I just leave that up for you to determine. Either way, please just call me Kat, or something 'role appropriate' ok?" Kat seemed to not care too much in what form you two shared a relationship, only that you were connected, and that she was either your equal or superior. You never considered becoming someone's pet. However, now that you were, the idea excited you greatly. But the thought of being a wife also peaked your interest a fair bit. You already had planned on being female anyways, so why not try it out for a bit? "Lets start with what we have currently. I am your pet-wife, and your are my owner-wife."
"Understood, let ke put this on you then." Kat pulls out a thin collar from her pocket, and puts it on you. "I will have to get you a wedding ring to put on it later, but for now, it should be fine with just this." You look in the mirror at the thin black lether band around your neck. It actually looks a lot closer to being more like a choker made with a thicker material than a dog collar, but you didn't mind that. It looked good on you, appropriate in fact.
"Alright Ellen, lets go" says Kat as you hear a click, and then a gental tug at your neck. Looking down, you found that Ellen had clipped a leash onto you, and was motioning towards you to follow her. Understanding that this is what now is to be considered your "new normal", you hop after her, holding your boobs as you went. While the bra certainly helped you out a lot, making long or quick hops hurt still on their bounce. Noticing this, Kat seemes to think of something and asks someone outside the door to bring it to her, then turns to you. "Don't worry Ellen, I already know how to fix your boobs so they won't hurt you when you hop, just 2 quick injections is all."
The doctor comes back quickly, and hands 2 syringes to Kat, who then injects them into you, one per boob. Immediatly you notice the difference. Why visually, there is no change, internally, you can feel them strengthening and the skin around them becoming a bit kore stretchable when put under stress.
"Hop for me without the bra on" instructs Kat, and you comply without any opposition. The difference is night and day. Your boobs do not bounch nearly as violently as before, yet still look natural and not overly stiff and ridged in the slightest. The pain is completely gone too. "Perfect, remain naked unless I say otherwise, ok? I want you to become completely comfortable with being fully naked, whether in public or private, at any time or in any situation. Clothing isn't optional for you, it is forbidden unless told otherwise by me alone. However, you must always wear your collar while not in the bath or shower." You nod and simply discard the bra. "Great, now let me show you around on a little tour of the full facility."