Test Subject

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“$100,000,” James reminded himself as he lathered up his leg to be shaved.  “One month prep work, two weeks in the suit, and they pay $100,000.” 

He started removing the hairs on his leg, eventually all of his body hair.  The suit was porous.  He would be able to sweat with it on and he would be able to bathe with it on.  Hair might interfere with this function.  He had to shave himself now, again in two weeks, and the night before he went in to get the suit.  Then the company would put him up in a hotel in another city for two weeks so he could test it where nobody who knew him could spoil the test.

When he finished his legs he looked at the rest of his prep supplies before starting on the rest of his body.  It was a strange sensation feeling cool air against his bare legs.

Corset.  The suit would have one built in to give him a more feminine appearance, so he was supposed to wear this one for an hour a night to get used to it.  The suit was also meant to appear seamless with his skin meaning any opening in the suit would merge into him as much as possible.  This is why he also had to use the butt plug an hour a night.  The one in the suit would be hollow and thin enough to allow for normal bowel movements but they wanted him to be used to it before his test period began.

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Two weeks later he was shaving again.  He had cut his hair short; they had told him he didn’t have to shave his head until he wore the suit but he wanted to make it easier when that time came.  They would be shaving his eyebrows as well, which didn’t seem to matter as much.

The corset was getting more comfortable.  In fact, he was beginning to think that his waist was slimming a little.  The plug was still unpleasant but getting easier to insert.  He wondered what it would be like going through his normal bathroom routine while wearing the hollowed out one in the suit. 

A few days earlier he had sent in his face and hair design.  He did not have a woman’s face so there had been limits to the compatible features available.  He had started staring at the graphic file while he did his hour in corset and plug so that he would be used to his own appearance when the time came.  His female face wouldn’t win any beauty pageants, but it wouldn’t be mistaken for an ugly *** either.  A couple of drinks and he’d date her.

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All was going well as he shaved for the last time.  They would go over him and get any spots he couldn’t reach tomorrow.  He was down to a buzz cut and had tried trimming his eyebrows.  The company’s personnel would take care of that as well.

He was expecting to be more nervous at this point but was actually starting to look forward to it.  At first it had been the ***, but after a month preparing for this he couldn’t imagine not seeing it through.

He had gotten quite good at lacing up his corset.  It was like practice had made him more flexible.  The plug was – he wouldn’t say more natural, but less invasive.

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Having someone else shave him was an eerie sensation.  Again, it was only to the parts he couldn’t reach well enough to shave properly on his own.  That was not to be the worst of it.  There were the other intrusive bits that they hadn’t been able to send him prep material for. But first he was given a body cream to make the suit go on better.  He had never worn latex before but had heard that there were lubricants that helped it to go on better.  This suit wasn’t latex but was close enough fitting that it made sense the same principle would apply.  He was used to handling his shaven body every time he showered now, but coating himself in the cream was a sensation akin to his first few days of shaving.

Then came the catheter.  They didn’t send him a practice one because they didn’t think it safe for him to insert and remove it unsupervised without having any experience.  But it was necessary if he was to be able to urinate without removing the suit.

“There are also sensors that will be attached to the clitoris,” the technician that fitted him told him.  “The same with your nipples.  We want this to be a fully interactive suit.”

To demonstrate, the tech let him finger the clit of his suit once the leads were connected to it.  He felt a tingling sensation on the head of his cock when he did.

“We can’t stop your nails from growing, so we left holes for them.  An adhesive will keep the suit in place.”

He slid one of the suit’s legs over his.  Like latex, it took some adjustment to get it on properly, but the cream helped.  Also like latex the ankle of the suit stretched to allow his foot to fit through.

“You thought of everything except your nails,” another technician said as she glued the openings in the suit’s toes to the skin around his natural toenails.  “We’ve got some press-on ones if you want to start out with proper woman’s nails.”

He thanked her as he started putting his other foot into the other leg of the suit.

 It was soon time for the part he was most uncertain of.  The suit’s plug was lubed up and lined up with his butt hole.  The lead connecting his catheter to the suit was checked to make sure it had no kinks before it was lain against his thigh.  As the suit was pulled up over his hips he could feel the plug penetrating into him.  It was more comfortable than the one he had practiced with but the suit was designed to be very form fitting so the slight wedgie it gave him made the plug seem more prominent than it really was.  He shifted his weight from leg to leg a few times to shift the suit into a fit he could get used to.

They hooked his nipple sensors up next.  “We tried,” it was explained, “to rig it so you could feel when a breast is squeezed.  It didn’t work out, so only nipple stimulation is possible.”

They helped him get his arms into the sleeves and pulled the front up against him to get his shoulders in.  As with his toes, they glued the openings around his fingernails.  It felt a little tight against his sides and he knew when they sealed the opening up the back then the corseting affect would increase this.

The mask laying loose between his artificial breasts was stretched up over his head.  Again, natural openings were made to be as unobservable as possible.  Flaps of artificial flesh actually fit around his lips, the border being hidden inside his mouth.  Nostril holes were open inside his nose, out of site.  Even the ears had been carefully sculpted to fit around his real ears.  Only his eyes didn’t get intrusive; but these openings were designed to be glued in place with a flesh coloured adhesive.

One final check was made to see if the suit was on properly.  “The sealant we use can only be removed with a special solvent.  In none of our tests so far has it shown signs of degrading naturally.  It probably isn’t permanent, but without the solvent it will likely last for decades.  Are you ready to proceed.?”

“Yes,” James said with a flutter in his heart.

Bit by bit they pulled the opening in his back shut, brushing on the sealant.  He felt the corset affect slimming his waist more and more as it closed behind him.  He had been told that this would melt the material together where it was applied so there wouldn’t even be a line running up his spine.  When they got to the point where they met his hood he could imagine he felt the entire suit fusing to his flesh.

He looked in the full-length mirror they provided for him.  He was now in the body of a tall, muscular woman.  His shoulders were still a bit too broad for a woman, but the fake breasts, padded hips and narrowed waist were convincing.  The corset affect made him stand up straight which somehow made his legs look more shapely.  Heels would add to that, but he knew he’d have to practice wearing them first.  He turned for a side view, then more looking over his shoulder.  The wedgie would take some getting used to but it looked like bare ass instead of something covered by a suit.  The face still lacked something.  It felt tight in places where his soft tissue could be squished and it was thicker in places to better mimic female features.  Not very beautiful but it still looked more like a woman and less like a guy wearing makeup.  He ran his fingers through the long hair which was convincing.  The right hairstyle and the face would look more feminine.

Clothes had been bought to fit his suit’s measurements.  They couldn’t provide photo-ID because they didn’t have any pictures of him wearing the suit, but enough fake non-photo ID had been created for him to get by for two weeks.  Hotel reservations had already been made under his fake name and a car was waiting to drive him there.  Two weeks testing the suit for $100,000.  Even the promise of the *** wasn’t enough to stop his hand from shaking when he had signed the contract, but as time went on he had become more comfortable with the idea.  Now that he had seen the final results he believed he would enjoy earning the ***.

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 “Everybody’s body produces both estrogen and testosterone.”

“I know I spend a lot of time in an office but I do have a degree in biochemistry.”

“Yes, well men produce more testosterone and women produce more estrogen…”

“AND!”

“We have developed enzymes that will fool a body into producing these hormones in the wrong proportion.”

“I’m aware of which projects we are currently working on.”

“So, a man will start producing more estrogen and less testosterone and a woman…”

“What are you trying not to tell me?”

“There was an error and some of these enzymes got mixed in with products used on another project.  Mostly personal hygiene products – shaving cream, shampoo, body lotion.  Some lubricant.  Most of it was taken off location by a test volunteer over ten days ago.”

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Sandra packed her bags a day early.  Things were a little cloudy in her mind, but she knew they would be coming for her tomorrow.  She couldn’t remember who they were, but she knew they were trying to steal her body – somehow.  She had had some weird dreams that she was in the wrong body but that must have been brainwashing… or something.  Usually, a relaxing bath when she woke up cleared up these thoughts.  Now she was sure that this was the body she was meant to be in.

There was something about a hundred thousand that James was interested in.  She looked at the picture on the driver’s license that she had found.  Vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t remember having actually met him before.  After all of the unintentional hormone therapy, James was just fragmented memories of a past life.  Oddly, she did know the PIN for his cash card, which she also had.

A hundred thousand… light years? Was it aliens coming to steal her body? The number was somehow important to this James guy… and also had something to do with her body.  He must be one of “them”. 

If she only took a little at a time she could use the cash card without having to show James’ ID.  Unaware that James would never report any withdrawals made under his new persona, Sandra decided to stop at as many ATMs locally as possible before buying a train ticket.  “Stock up on cash now so he can’t track me later,” she thought.  “They” would always be after her but they would never take her body from her.