This choice: Jack arranged for a personal visit. • Go Back...Chapter #4Jack arranged for a personal visit. by: Mr. George   Jack was a little surprised, but pleased that the switchboard connected his name, and query so quickly to the right department. Finding himself talking to a Jean Simmons, who was well aware of his offer, the full scholarship, and the conditions attached to that part.
She invited him to come in person, and have all his questions answered in person. Not very secretly, Jack was still freaking out, about the prospect he was facing. With Jean assuring him that his rights and preferences would be respected whatever his body. That the appeal would be purely cosmetic, and biological, rather than artificially imposed by the nanites.
She assured him the role was to appeal, but not seduce or such. The relief that flooded through Jack's veins as he heard the cheerleaders served as mediators, and the public face of the university. He was happier that he wouldn't embarass himself with a fit of giggles, or be too distracted by her alien hormones and urges.
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He confided in his parents that he'd arranged a personal visit, while disguising the reason and questions he was considering. However, the transport arrived the next morning.
He was packed with clothes and questions, for the day ahead. It was still a challenging thought, as he wanted to be judged on his achievements, and academic excellence. These were the factors he felt most in charge of...
Jack knew that it was a different power, to distract and appeal with a look. One he'd never experienced, as a wielder, just as an observer.
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As the transport eased him through the campus gates, he was gawping openly as the impressive scenery whizzed by. So much of the faculty was recently built, and the research appropriately cutting edge.
It slowed, silently, as it pulled into a parking space. Mark blinked as he was welcomed by a friendly face, who waved a cheery hello.
But, it was only as she helped him from the transport, as he heard her voice that Jack recognised her: This was Jean. He tried not to stare, to keep his gaze locked on her face. But given his seat, the darting glance to her bust was impossible to hide or disguise.
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She smiled indulgently at him. Even knowing his glance was caught made him blush. She patted his hand, as she shook it.
"It's kinda flattering." Jean confided. "An honest complement, even."
Shrugging, he apologised nonetheless.
"Well, you'll have to get used to such gauche looks yourself, if you come here, too."
Jean was attractive, but not what Jack would've considered a bimbo look. But, from Jean comment, and averted glance it was clear she was boosted, too.
"But, you were already a woman..." Jack observed, before stammering on, "Weren't you... I mean... Not that it matters." he finished, with another flush of heat colouring his cheeks.
"We don't focus on the past, here." Jean smiled, the look disarming. She leaned in giving him a polite peck on the cheek.
"You were just kissed by a beautiful woman, weren't you?" she asked.
He blinked, in stunned shock. A tilt of the head, to prompt an answer broke, his silence.
"Yeah... you are. Sorry, of course."
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Leading him around the campus, she answered all his questions with competence, and confidence. "Will,... Will I?"
Jean stopped walking, turned to face Jack. Resting a hand on his shoulder, "You will get to pick, virtually any body you wish." She assured him. "The university want you to be happy as a woman, it's only the mildest of considerations. No-one will force you to be bustier than you'd want to be, or blessed with a fuller rump than you'd wish to carry."
She leaned closer, "Though if you wish that, they can oblige that too." She giggled, for the first time the hint of any bimbo tendencies showing in Jean's manner.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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