You think that you’d like to test the waters with the Nervegear’s realism so that you can better adjust to the new body your given. The Young Priest’s curves will probably give you less back pain and you know more about how you’ll be dressed. The shorts seem oddly comforting. The game accepts your choice before you consciously make it: The Young Priest jumps excitedly as the Anointed Priest fades from sight. “Good choice!” she squeaks in a cheeky, honeyed voice.
Her voice continues to read a number of disclaimers. “Nervegear uses mild electric shocks to fool your brain into believing that it is experiencing fictional scenarios. Certain scenarios will require a loss of control in your movements. Should you feel distressed or uncomfortable at any time, say the word “Pause” to regain your motor control and remove the Nervegear helmet to turn the simulation off with your progress saved.”
“Now lie down and relax, mister. Your transformation is about to begin.”
You comply with the instructions by lying down on your bed. Despite the call for relaxation, your anticipations the better of you. You tense up as you see a loading bar appear in front of your eyes. The meter starts filling as you feel soft stockings don your feet. The silky material climbs up your legs as you feel the leg become shorter and slenderer. You sense some sort of undergarment wrap around your ankles and ascend, the sensation of your hair being shaved following it. The undergarment fits snugly at your waist and start contracting. You feel your stomach cave in as your waist is squeezed smaller and your hips expand.
Despite this drastic change, you feel oddly warm and pleasant. The process goes by quickly as you suddenly notice that the article of clothing is a tight thong digging into your newly tight derriere. Your creamy thighs clench as your arousal increases and you anticipate the loss of your manhood. Your crotch feels increasingly less solid and more wet, but your attention is suddenly drawn to your rapidly increasing hairline encircles your head, shoulders and arms. Your gasps of surprise is muffled by the hair sticking to your lips and coaxing them to become more rounded and full, but you notice the pitch of your voice has gone up an octave.
“Is that my voice?” you think, quickly realizing that the voice in your head sounds like the Young Priest’s. You feel the mass squeezed out of your arms and your shoulders shrink inward. The hair changes into a deep red as it gently pulls your arms above your head. The hair slinks off your arms and takes your arm hair with it. The same thing happens to your torso as the hair moves back upwards. You feel a large amount of hair splayed out above your head. A tank top pulls your wrists together and works its way down to your chest as a sports bra fastens itself onto your chest.
The Young Priest’s voice chirps a warning to you: “Your probably feel a bit different between the legs now, sport. But you should keep holding still and let the process wrap up, alright?” Your eyes widen as you realize that your crotch does feel different! Your mind darts between this and the remaining stomach fat migrating up to your chest. The single strap on the tank top fastens as your breasts settle on a perky bb cup.
The loading bar fills 100% and your eyes open to the first scene of the game.
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