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Bah! They don't make nano-technological transmutation devices like they used to

"Wow! Let's see what I can do with THIS," you murmur. You wander out of the lab and absent-mindedly go to your car. You fiddle about with the device - you have to fill out so much crap to get transformed! First RACE, then GENDER, AGE, HEIGHT, and so forth. With a grin, you decide to become a girl - THEN you can find out which girls like you before turning yourself back to normal.

RACE - Human.

GENDER - Female. ( Hee hee hee )

AGE - 16

HEIGHT - 5'11"

And so forth. You fill out ridiculously large amounts of data - everything from bust size to heart condition, hip size to hair colour, hair length to fingernail length. FINALLY, you finish, and click 'ENTER'.

"SYSTEM ERROR! 49823748407! B-383GMG! GMG! GMG!" a metallic voice yells.

"SHUT UP!" you yell back, and throw it onto the floor, before stomping on it.

"Automatic transformation sequence initiated! Fields not filled in - lung condition, shoe size, eye colour. Automatically filled in! Good, size 8, colour grey! SEQUENCE INITIATED!" Suddenly, a blast of blinding light flies from the ruined remote, and you are blasted backward in the seat. When you awake, you are female!

Luckily, you filled in the 'CLOTHES' section, and are now dressed in ultra-fashionable designer Gucci wear! You look into a mirror in your purse (also from the remote - it contains a number of things, including a passport, a driver's license with your picture and the name 'Eleanor Crombie', car keys to a lovely pink convertible, sure to be parked outside your house, and a number of other nifty items) to see a beautiful face staring back at you. Red, full lips, slightly moist and truly wonderful. Eyelashes - delicate and curled back, fluttering prettily when you blink. Hair - long and dark, it spills down your back like a waterfall of night. You have truly become beautiful - everything from your pale, delicate skin to your grey, glistening eyes is perfect.

"Ew! My hair is a MESS!" you say. You do a double-take - your hair looks perfectly fine. "Heellooo? It's a MESS! I need some curlers, now!" you yell, seemingly to yourself. To your horror, somehow, the remote has caused an inner-transformation, too - a kind of female version of you is rapidly taking control of the body. You still control how you move and what you're thinking, but this 'Female-You' will control all female aspects of your life. And it doesn't sound half bad.

Written by Eleanor (edited by wanderer)

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