This choice: As you leave, you the papers are marked. You passed. Hooray! Relief... • Go Back...Chapter #4As you leave, you the papers are marked. You pa... by: Mr. George   The computer scanned his paper, and marked it as a pass. You wanted to punch the air in relief. The feelings of unfairness faded quickly, and you once more felt the government were making the right choice, the difficult choice.
After the virus had wiped out, the women with smaller busts. The virus seemed to vary it's vector across ethnicities and nationalities. However, in the West, most women with less than a D-cup were afflicted. Their deaths ripping a huge hole in the various country's demographics.
Thankfully, nanites were developed enough to convert some of the men into women. Some attempt had to be made to restore a balance, to restore the population numbers. The ones selected for conversion, who failed the exam were enhanced. Both their beauty, and their fertility. A move that pleased both the men, and the natural born women, who wanted to be seen as somehow purer. That wanted to be seen less as sexual conquests.
The chosen few, (well, not so few), usually had busts that shimmied and shook, enhanced with extra muscle for firmness and to ease the pain of their size, their unrelenting weight. Few of the new girls had busts beneath an FF-cup. With some receiving figures that only existed in fantasy before.
There were changes to the prison system too. Naturally, the murderers and rapists were converted, without mercy, without any other option.
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Their boosted hormones ensuring their submissiveness, and obedience to any and all authority.
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It was generally, the rapists who ended up with the most extreme of bodies. Their brains merely along for the ride, with their baser instincts in charge.
A few of the murderers tried to complain when they found their new bodies. Arguing that they'd be mistaken as rapists.
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However, the were told the changes were irreversible, and with a tweak, and caress they were introduced to how responsive their bodies were to the least stimulation.
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However, despite your growing calm, and assurance, you know you also need to be in the top 25% of the class. You look around the rest of the room, assessing their chances of passing, their chances of surpassing you. With a fail guaranteeing conversion, you have passed the first hurdle, soon you'll have some ex-friends needing consoling. Soon you'll have busty, insecure girls crying on your shoulder, your arm vanishing into their deep cavernous cleavage.
As one of the first to finish, your score immediately appears on the electronic notice-board. You also see Robin Johnson's name on the board. Though his is in red, his fate sealed by his panic-stricken breakdown. By the end of the day, he'll be a she.
A smile quirked up the corner of his mouth, perhaps he should offer his sympathy, his support... before the rush.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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