A sharp jolt of electricity pierced his neck. He awoke to an empty white room. He began to move his legs slowly. Drowsiness overtook his body. He began to stand up but in the process stumbled forward. The jolt returned to his neck and he fell over. Now on his hands and knees he looked over his body. He was completely naked except for some kind of collar that he could feel around his neck. A high pitched noise began to be emitted from somewhere in the room. Looking around he saw it coming from a nearby speaker on the wall. A voice came out. It was distinctly feminine and somewhat proper sounding.
“A045, remain still and comply with the personnel entering your cell.”
Without missing a beat, a piece of the wall pushed outwards and then slid to the side. Through the passageway two men walked through. One was older than the other, looked to be in his forties, shaved head, tall and very strong. The other one appeared to be a great deal less formidable. He was significantly shorter and younger. The stronger one held a long pole while the smaller one held a handgun. The stronger one slid the pole into the collar and clicked it into place. In a deep voice he began to speak.
Without hesitating he complied. The brief disorientation seemed to be gone. A sharp zap was delivered to his neck once again. This time though, the man had used the pole to induce it.
“Should have been quicker.”
He was pushed out through the opening with the pole. The small one stood to the side of him with the gun holstered. The hallway was quite long. It seemed to go on forever, lined with cells just like his. They all had some kind of letter and digits attached to their respective doors. Eventually they made it to an elevator. His guards took up a position either side of him and the stronger one pushed the button. They began to converse with each other, ignoring their prisoner completely. So much so that he felt like he didn’t even exist. As if this was all a dream. The prisoner could not remember anything before this day. It was as if before now he never existed. The prisoner was so deep into his thoughts that he did not notice the elevator doors open. A jolt of electricity brought him back to his senses. He marched out of the elevator. Another hallway. This one was shorter. He began to walk down it. Looking to his right through a glass wall, he could see two scientists working on something. Before he could look around further, the small guard opened the door and the prisoner was pushed in. The strong one shoved him into a chair using the pole. Without realising, the prisoner laid his arms down on the arm rests. The small one pushed a button on the side of the chair and firm clasps wrapped around his wrists and ankles. The pole was detached from his neck. The strong guard left the room while the small one leant against the door with his gun in hand. He could hear the scientist’s bickering behind him. He heard a raspy masculine voice.
“Cynthia, just give me the syringe already. It’s as good as it is going to get.”
A female voice began to speak.
“Fine. Just take it.”
The scientists walked in front of him. The male one had long black hair and was quite lanky. Reflective glasses hid his eyes. The woman who he assumed to be Cynthia was quite young. She had long blonde hair and appeared to be shorter than the guard. The prisoner felt oddly compelled to speak.
“Where… am…. I….?”
The male ignored the words as he moved towards the prisoner. He brandished a syringe in his hand. A red liquid filled the vial. The syringe was slammed into the prisoners exposed forearm. At first he felt a sharp sting that quickly subsided. The scientist then pushed down on the plunger. Cynthia appeared to be taking notes. A heat spread through the prisoner’s body. It felt like his veins were burning. He began to screaming uncontrollably, thrashing around in his chair. Cynthia observed, seemingly fascinated while the male stared blankly. The prisoner could not control himself. Slowly but surely he began to slow down with his movements. When he came to a stop all that he could hear was his heart rate monitor flat lining. He could not move. He could not breathe. Cynthia broke the silence.
“I fucking told you it wouldn’t work.”
The male scientist slowly walked out of the room without saying a word. Cynthia turned to the guard.
“I really have to be somewhere else, you can take care of the body this time.”
The guard left the room. Once the door shut, Cynthia let out a loud scream and kicked at a nearby wall. She walked out of the prisoner’s vision. He heard a clicking noise and then the whirring of the chair’s motors as it reclined. Once he was laying down flat, Cynthia pushed his body through the door. He couldn’t move his head so he was forced to look up. Cynthia was staring straight ahead. He recognised the familiar roof of the elevator. She pushed some buttons and the elevator began to move. Once the elevator arrived at its destination, she began to push him along. After a few turns she stopped pushing. He heard the crackling of a nearby fire. Cynthia stood over him and looked him directly in the eye. She began to mutter something.
“You may be dead but you can still serve a higher purpose. That higher purpose being my career.”
She pulled out an empty syringe and stuck it into his arm. She began to slowly draw his blood. Instinctively he reached out for her hand. Surprisingly his arm moved. He locked his hand around her arm. Her jaw went slack. Before she could scream he covered her mouth. The struggle knocked him off of his platform. He quickly managed to stand over her. Somehow he was still alive. Cynthia’s face was still. She wasn’t moving. He went to remove his hand from her mouth but found he couldn’t. Upon closer inspection it seemed that the skin of his hand had somehow fused with her face. He watched as his hand merged with her head. He couldn’t distinguish where he ended and where she began. Looking at his other hand he saw that it was also merging with her body. During the struggle his knee had come into contact with her body as well. He began to sink into her and she began to sink into him. Before long they had completely fused. All that remained was his body. He slowly stood up. Fortunately during the process it seemed that the collar had slipped off. As he began to plan his escape, he could not help but notice his reflection in a nearby glass window. It was the first time that he had seen himself. He had a bit of muscle and seemed to be at an average enough height. He could see that he had short brown hair. As he ran his hand through it, something felt odd. It seemed that it was growing. As he looked closer at his reflection, each hair was lengthening and turning into a lighter blonde colour. Fascinated, he continued to watch. He began to shorten in height. He watched as his abdominal muscles faded away and were replaced with a thin layer of fat. His face began to look more feminine. He watched as his chest slowly expanded outwards forming a small pair of breasts. His hips and ass pushed outwards slightly. He watched as his face contorted even further, taking on the appearance of Cynthia. The prisoner was breathless. He was a complete copy of her. Except for one small detail. He watched as his penis slid into his body and formed a vagina. He inspected his new form closely. To a normal person, he appeared to be a young woman with long blonde hair. To his fellow researchers, he appeared to be their co-worker. He began to walk over to the clothes that she left behind. At first it was a struggle getting used to his new assets. Upon picking up the clothes he saw that they had torn. Deeming the underwear too complicated he decided to skip them. First he slipped the black trousers over his soft and thin legs. Next he slid her boots over his small feet. Then he grabbed the white shirt and pulled it over his breasts. After sliding the lab coat over his now slender shoulders, he grabbed the collar and her underwear and threw it into the fire. As he walked back to the elevator he felt as his breasts flopped around freely under his shirt. He managed to find his way back to the elevator after a few false turns. He looked at the panel. The floors were clearly marked. The current floor being disposal. There was one marked dormitory. He pressed on the button. Immediately the floor underneath his feet began to shift. He felt himself being pushed upwards. After a brief ride he arrived at his desired floor. It was a small hallway with a few doors along its sides. As he walked down the hallway he saw that each door had a name. Stopping at the one labelled Cynthia Chambers, he placed his new finger nervously onto a nearby fingerprint scanner. After a few seconds it flashed green and he heard a click. The door slid to the side and he entered.
The room was quite clean on the inside. The bed was made, paper neatly filed away and a shiny floor. Opening a nearby door he found the bathroom. It had a shower, a mirror and a toilet. He stepped inside and admired his new reflection. Surprisingly, his face was quite grimy. He ran his hands through his long hair. He had never had hair this long or at least he didn’t remember it. He removed his clothes until he was completely naked and then hopped into the shower. He turned the faucet and let the warm water flow over his curves. He slid his hands down his soft body until he reached his groin. In order to sate his curiosity, he began to rub his clitoris. He let out a soft moan. The further he took it the more his pleasure grew. The warmth spread throughout his body. With his other hand, he began to play with his breasts. Before he knew it, his moans were no longer quiet. The feeling reached a crescendo. He leant against the wall, panting. The water washing his sweat away. He stood there in that moment. Savouring the feeling of the high he just experienced. He cleaned his face and then left the shower. He grabbed a nearby towel and dried himself off. Walking his still naked form into the main room, he took a look inside of Cynthia’s closet. She had a few t-shirts, pants and some lab coats. No leisure wear. He grabbed a pair of panties and slid them over his legs. Despite being nearly completely naked the room was quite warm. He slid under the covers of the dead woman’s bed, falling into a deep and comforting slumber.