You decide not to tiptoe around the point and just ask.
'So what happens to me? I'm still a real thinking being.'
Marie nods. 'This is one of the unresolved problems we have, and why we have spent so much effort finding Sophie. Project Hecate might free the original woman's mind but it doesn't do anything with any artificial personas loaded into them. Thankfully the original mind is always stronger as they don't have the mental blinders that the constructs do. We have women who were captured many times, and have as many as a dozen artificial personalities swirling in their heads, which is every bit as debilitating as it sounds.'
This bothers you as well. You know what she means by mental blinders, such as how you never really questioned your own past - or lack thereof. What other limits are there? You realize you can't quite bring yourself to try to explore this - which itself is probably another mental block.
The driver stops at this point, ending your opportunity to ask more. Sophie rouses and you are again unable to speak.
You are a helpless passenger as Maria leads Sophie into a fairly intact motel. You see women everywhere in the same uniform as Marie, mostly officers, and all exceptionally beautiful. You notice many of them have the same bright unnatural eye colors you observed earlier.
Worse for you, Sophie's arrival seems to have sparked a celebration. Woman after woman greet your body with exuberant hugs; the feel of their soft bodies pressing against your own voluptuous form sicken you. The primitive, sexual part of your mind wants to feel hard muscle against hard muscle; not the warm squish of ample tits pressed together. The scent of them too, all wrong, revolting.
A few even pull in for a kiss. Not the chaste peck on the cheek of a friend, but the passionate locking of lips of a lovers' reunion.
All of this is doubly traumatic as while your psyche revolts at these sensations, you can feel the female body you occupy being aroused by
these attentions.
Marie leads you past the crowd, and to a suite in the hotel.
'You can get yourself cleaned up and dressed. Relax girl, you've been through a lot. I'll be back with dinner in about an hour. Would you mind if I joined you?'
You feel your lips move as Sophie answers 'Yes, I'd love for you to join me for dinner.'
You feel your body getting warm as she says this. Shit, this bitch has the hots for your captor. Seeing how Marie looks at Sophie, it was probably mutual.
The redhead departs with a smile, leaving you alone with your female alter ego.
Sophie walks to the bathroom. After a quick test, you are both amazed that not only is the shower functioning, there is even hot water.
She strips and showers. You try to tune it out as her hands wander and play, she is definitely enjoying this, and not just from a cleanliness angle. It all feels so wrong, soft smooth flesh, ample curves instead of hard lines.
As she gets out of the shower, she checks herself out in the full length mirror on the back of the door. You are surprised by her youth, she looks to be not quite 20. Very short black hair is wild and spiked up from the shower. Your hair had been buzz cut, and your transformation had it grow out not quite two inches. Her large eyes are a brilliant emerald green, unnaturally so. Her cupid's bow lips are curled in a little smile, completing the look of a teenage minx. She seems short to you, but you realize that this is just because your mind is conditioned towards men, and this girl is probably around 5'7". Her body is a blank canvas of smooth flawless pale skin; soft and devoid of body hair. It repulses you. The girl's breasts are quite large, and have the perkiness of youth.
Getting past your aversion to the female form, you are very confused how this teenage girl could be their long lost ace scientist.
'I can't hear your thoughts, but I can feel your confusion. I definitely didn't look like this when your side captured me. One of the things I found when working on Project Hecate is that those who were born women changed back much more easily. I had an idea to have the extra energy not needed to be used to enhance their femininity and restore their youth.' She cups her large breasts. 'That I'm standing here sporting D cups says someone was able to finish at least that part of my work.'
She wraps herself in a robe and walks out just in time to see Marie pushing a battered cart into the room with their dinner.