"Yes, Matthew, I see all the paperwork is in order. There's no turning back now. Take off your clothing, and step into the organic modifier. No need to be modest, I have to watch you during the transformation through the glass to make sure it goes correctly, and you must be naked for the transformation," Ms Shrewsbury explained, "Besides I'm a registered nurse," she added.
"Uh, all right," you answer.
You nervously strip with your back to her and put all your clothing and jewelry into the plastic box provided. Then you turn with both hands covering your crotch, and blushing.
"Ready."
"Then get into the machine."
You head to the heavy metal door, and use one of your hands to try to open it, but it requires both hands. You are frustrated and glance over your shoulder. You know she will see - oh, well, she will see anyway.
You use both hands to turn the lever with one and pull with the other. The door swings open with a whoosh.
You enter the chamber. The metal floor is cold. The door clangs shut behind you. You hear her locking the lever and bolts into place. Then there is whirring sound. A red light illuminates the chamber, and hot air blasts you from the holes in the metal floor below. You realize she is looking at you through the glass portal. Instinctively, you cover your crotch again.. Through the thick glass, Mrs. Shrewsbury seems to be laughing, but you cannot hear her.
Your skin feels all tingly with static electricity.
Shrewsbury's voice crackles over the internal speaker, "Relax, Matthew, let the changes occur naturally. Tonight you'll be boxed and shipped to our costume shop in NYC. We have a waiting list of men and women who want to wear a living morphsuit, and will pay handsomely to rent you. You're already booked for the next month."