Zoe looked confused. She didn’t know what Millie was doing or what was going on, but somewhere, at the back of her mind, the machine conjured a feeling of dread and terrible fear. Millie pointed the device square at the naked figure of Zoe and smiled. “Let’s make you a little plainer before we go any further. For every Bimbo there must be an equally simple girl” she said.
Zoe felt the energy fall over her as the beam hit her. The warm feeling engulfed her body and she felt light for a brief moment. The warmth eventually settled on her chest first, and she felt the tingle on her nipples and flesh. She watched as they shrank away until they were nothing. She’d always been indifferent to her breast. Though they were not large, they were firm and supple. The site of them melting away, shrinking until she was flat as a board was shocking, and disheartening. She grasped them as the warmth subsided, rubbing them, desperately trying to coax them back. The sensitivity was still there, but the mounds were not.
It was not over however, as the warmth again moved to her hips. They thinned, losing any of the fit curves that years of soccer had provided her. She grasped them to, hoping, desperate to get them back. Her overall muscle tone began to diminish and soon the fit sporty girl was gone. Finally her complexion was reduced to nothing. She was no longer even remotely attractive, not sporty or fit but simple and plain. With the short hair and new body, if she hadn’t been naked she might not even pass as a girl.
The feeling left her and she fell forward, unused to her new body. She looked up at Millie who gazed upon her with a satisfied grin. “Well my creation, what to do with you now?” she queried. Zoe looked to her, tears in her eyes. She wanted to run, wanted to get far away but she could not.