Eddie winced as the needle sunk into his arm. How had it come to this? Well, he'd failed college, and dropped out. But, afraid to tell his folks, he'd told them he was doing a year abroad. But he had no scholarship, no money, and no prospects, so what was he meant to do? Which is how he'd been desperate enough to agree to become a fucking chick and look after these damn kids for a while.
So here he was, naked and strapped to a table, as labcoat guys milled and whirled around him, bustling away. The lead, a Dr Bonham, peered at him. Eddie knew he wasn't much to look at, early 20s, white, scrawny, 6'0'' but with no muscle to show for it. "So, are you ready? Are you clear on the terms?"
Eddie rolled his eyes, as his bare arm was swabbed to prepare for another fucking injection. "C'mon, doc, we're here, spare me the lecture again."
Dr Bonham tutted. "We have to be clear before we do this. You will be injected with the serum, which will indefinitely change you into a form we've designed to meet both the family's and your needs. You will remain in this form until all children in your legal care have reached high school age."
Eddie was exasperated. He knew how desperate he'd been, why did they have to keep disclaiming it. "Do your worst, doc."
Dr Bonham snorted, mildly amused. "OK, sir. Gentlemen, inject the serum." One of the techs came forward, with a needle of pink bubbling fluid, and shot it into Eddie's arm. It was almost immediate, he jolted, his spine compressing, shrinking before their eyes to a mere 5'2''. His skin bubbled, taking on a caramel hue. As his hips and ass bulged and waist narrowed, he let out a wail, as his cock seemed to force itself inwards. Internally, it reshaped itself into a working pussy even as his pubes migrated and dissipated, fading into dust, leaving Eddie with a shaven cunt.
The convulsions rocked up his body until his breasts bulged and bulged, tits forming on his chest, accumulating mass as Eddie craned his head to look down. They slowed as they approached the size of his head, which was itself reshaping, beautiful features appearing, big dark eyes, a cute nose, big thick kissable lips; his hair jet-black and cascading down his shoulders. Age lines began to appear, his newly formed tits sagging a little, his hips widening just a tad more as this Latina woman aged up to her mid-30s.
Eddie sat up, gasping. His voice came out, now a husky womanly drawl. "Holy... holy shit!"
Dr Bonham looked at some monitors. Eddie's vitals seemed fine. She was ready for the final stage. "Wait, hey..." Eddie looked from side to side, shock on his feminine features as two technicians lowered a headset with some needles on it. But it was to no avail as they slid into her temples.
The doctor looked at his notes. "This makes it simpler than briefing you with documents and documentation; it'll just imprint in your brain your new identity, some token info about your kids, and one or two applicable skills, like walking in heels, putting on a bra, etc."
Eddie tried to protest, "But why can't you just tell me th-" He clenched his jaw as his thoughts were rattled in his head by a sudden insertion of data, before unclenching, moving to finish his tirade. He was halfway through when he realised he was ranting in Spanish. He slowed, and tried to communicate in English. "What have you done, you puta! I look like la prostituta and sound like... like... I'm not espaņola!"
Dr Bonham put a soothing hand on Isabella's shoulder. "Isabella, the family wanted their kids to have exposure to Spanish for their education. It just might have... clipped a little of your English off. It'll come back in time."
Isabella turned her head, pouting. "OK, so when do I start with these little brats?"
The doc sighed. "Well, you seem to be settling into the role quite nicely. We'll get you through wardrobe and make-up, then you'll meet the kids."