The next morning, Markus is awoken by a gentle chime played in the rooms’ speakers. He groggily began to sit up and rubbed his eyes before looking at the screen on the other side of the room, where Dr. Gaussian was once again on display. “Good morning, everyone! Sometime within the next hour, one of our assistants will come by to perform your new physical assessments. In the meantime, why don’t you enter your bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, get yourself acquainted with the new form you will have for the next month?”
Markus asked aloud: “New form?” but the voice that came out was not the voice he was used to. Instead, he spoke in a slightly lower, more gravelly tone and with what sounded like an English accent. He spoke again. “What the ‘ell, I sound so different.” He took a look at his hands, which looked a lot larger than he remembered, and the skin was darker. Following Dr. Gaussian’s advice, he leapt out of bed and rushed to the full body mirror in the bathroom, looking at the bewildered man in the mirror. In his reflection he saw his pitch black hair falling straight to about halfway down his back. His face looked squarer- more masculine, with a matching pitch black manicured beard around his jaw. He looked far older, perhaps in his late 50s - 59 popped into his head - and his skin looked tan - the tan of an Indian man. He stood taller, about 6’2”.
Below his neck stood two large pectoral muscles, and below that, a rotund protruding stomach, both had zero body hair. Extending from his wide shoulders were thinly muscled arms, but his hands were large and masculine with deep callouses on both. A dragon tattoo was wrapped around his left arm as well. His legs looked to take on a shapely figure - though not muscled. And nestled between his legs was a slit instead of the organ he was used to. He turned to the side and quickly noticed the large ass he now carried. Underneath it all were a pair of large veiny feet, easily size 15 or larger.
He stood with a proud posture, and noticed the swagger he carried in his walk as he paced around the room, getting a feeling for walking in his current form. Markus noticed that even though everything was different, it didn't really feel that off to him. He didn’t feel alarmed to suddenly be entirely different or even to look the way he did. He missed having a penis a little already, but he didn’t feel like it was wrong to have a vagina. It was confusing but overall he didn’t mind it.
After a short while, the door to his room opened and Amanda walked in. After asking, she once again took notes on his physical traits. Eventually, she once again handed him the tablet but the questionnaire this time was different. Instead of the onslaught of questions, he was instead presented with a bunch of pictures of clothes. ‘Choose the first outfit that appeals to you.’ it said. He scrolled through the images and quickly found an outfit he liked - a light blue crop top long sleeve hoodie that read “Daddy’s Boy” on it and a pair of ripped skinny jeans with black thong sandals. For underwear he desired a G-string with leopard print. The last question asked what he wanted for breakfast and he immediately knew his answer - he wanted toaster pastries. After he was done, he gave the tablet back to Amanda, who promised to return soon with clothes and breakfast.
An hour later, after breakfast and getting dressed, Markus stood proudly in front of the mirror admiring his outfit. The crop top clung to his massive pecs and exposed his large stomach, his skinny jeans pulled just slightly below the waist to expose the string and maybe a centimeter of the leopard print on his underwear. He swaggered out of the room to go meet other subjects, or maybe go try one of his new hobbies, or even find someone to try his new hole out with. His options were wide open.