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The femme fatale

The pain is beyond description - far, FAR worse than when you had felt on fire. This is an awful, numbing cold - it's like being naked, buried in the snow of the arctic. You scream and scream and scream... and as you do so, you realize your voice is changing. Gradually it becomes higher and higher, until you're not screaming - you're SHRIEKING.

"SUCCESS, GUIDO! SUCCESS!!!!" Lengths bellows, leaping up and down for joy - although you don't see that ( your eyelids are searing with tears, and your eyes are closed tight ), the noise of flopping shoes brings it to your attention.

"Excellent work, Master. Truly splendid," Guido says, sounding almost bored by what's happening to you.

Soon, the pain subsides. Not gradually, but all at once. You can tell it'll be the subject of nightmares for many, many years to come. Merely thinking about it, seconds afterward, brings you out in a cold sweat.

"I'll call this.. Experiment 'FCP'," the Doctor grins.

"The reason being...?" Guido asks, boredly (as always).

"It'll stand for 'Female Counterpart'," Lengths sneers. You finally look down on your body... and, instead of your own hairy arms extending from your shirt sleeves, you see perfectly smooth, slender arms. You are now clad in a pretty, billowy silk dress - not modern or stylish, but you get the feeling the Doctor is both out of fashion and completely twisted. You touch your face, your eyes, your hair, your teeth - perfectly smooth, pale flesh. Large, innocent eyes. Raven-black, shoulder-length hair. Perfectly white and proportionate teeth.

You have become a woman.


Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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