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Kashaaaaaaa
"Ugh…"
"Where am I?"
As I opened my eyes, I found myself inside some kind of machine. Its door was already open, giving me a narrow view of the room outside.
It was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the room from faint lights scattered here and there. The machine I was in resembled a virtual reality capsule—like the ones you'd see in anime or sci-fi movies. Around me, there were several similar capsules, though all of them were closed, with hazy gas swirling inside, concealing their contents.
The room had the cold, sterile vibe of a post-surgery recovery room.
"Something's strange."
My body felt… off. A throbbing headache pulsed through my skull, making my head feel oddly heavy. And beyond that, something about my chest felt different. Bigger. Softer.
Wait… bigger?
"What the heck is this?" I whispered, looking down. Tentatively, I touched my chest.
It was bigger. Much bigger than any normal male chest should be.
"Don't tell me…"
I lowered my hand, reaching further down. To my shock, I found both male and female parts.
"What… what have they done to me?" I muttered, a mix of confusion and horror filling me.
Somehow, I understood. I had become a "futanari," or in more scientific terms, a hermaphrodite. I'd done some research on the concept before, though I never expected to live it. I remembered that hermaphroditism, in biology, refers to organisms with both male and female reproductive organs, like some plants and sea creatures. Among humans, however, the term was largely outdated and replaced with "intersex," to better reflect the nuances of sex and gender identity.
"So… those bastards really did this to my body."
But what good was complaining? I was just their experiment, their slave, and I had no idea how long I'd been out. I realized then that my hair had grown longer and was… white?
At least that part was cool. I'd always thought white hair looked stylish. Though, now I had a white-haired girl's body instead.
I hesitated, but instinctively reached up to touch my chest again, squeezing experimentally. "They're so soft… and kind of… strange."
Kashaaaa
The door to the room suddenly slid open.
Step
Step
Step
A beautiful woman entered, her silver hair glinting in the dim light. She looked both elegant and formidable, with a calm, analytical expression that added to her beauty. She wore a white lab coat, exuding the air of a scientist. I was so captivated that I forgot, momentarily, that I was completely naked.
"So, you're finally awake," she said, her voice smooth but detached. "It seems you've acquired some… additional features." Her gaze flicked downward, resting unapologetically on my exposed body.
"W-who are you?" I stammered, attempting to cover myself.
She smirked slightly. "Vivian Wright. I'm the one responsible for overseeing your care and condition."
"I'm…"
"Ah, there's no need for introductions." She cut me off. "Besides, no need to be shy. I've been taking care of you for nearly a year. I've seen every inch of your body and had to examine you regularly, so modesty is unnecessary at this point."
"Even if you say that…" I mumbled, cheeks burning.
Her words sank in slowly. She'd seen me… and touched me? While I was unconscious? And… wait—nearly a year?
"A year?" I repeated, stunned.
She nodded, unfazed. "Yes, it's been close to a year since we began our research on you."
A full year… gone, just like that. Yet to me, it felt like I'd just blinked and awakened here.
"What happened to my body?" I asked, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.
"Hmm… why don't we discuss that somewhere more comfortable?" She extended a hand. "Can you stand?"
"I think so…" I replied, shifting to get up. As soon as I tried, though, a wave of dizziness hit me, and I stumbled. Vivian stepped forward to steady me, her hand firm on my shoulder.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to cover myself again, but she simply gave a soft smile. "No need to be shy."
"A warm bath and some soup will help. Now that you're awake, it'll ease the adjustment to your… new body," she said, guiding me out of the room.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To the baths," she answered simply. "It'll help with the transition, and I'll answer your questions there."
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With Vivian's support, we walked down a sterile hallway. My balance was still off, my steps shaky, and I couldn't help but feel vulnerable—walking entirely naked, no less. Although no one else was around, the thought of someone seeing me like this made me flush.
As we walked, I found myself studying her features. Despite her name, which sounded foreign, her face had distinctly Japanese qualities, giving her a unique charm. I couldn't help but wonder if she was married—whoever had her affection would be a lucky person.
My thoughts distracted me until we finally arrived at a sleek, private bathing room, steam gently billowing from within.