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Josie squirmed in her seat, anxiously fiddling with her hands as her eyes darted around the waiting area, going every which-way but always coming back to the door leading to the surgery room.
This all started a couple weeks back, where she came down with a cold. At first, she thought that this wasn’t anything bad, but then it got worse and she began to cough up blood. While she hated doctors, she knew that this was for the best.
She was then called up by a doctor, who was wearing full facial gear, including goggles. Swallowing back any fear she had, she pulled herself up and walked to the room. She didn’t know why this required full-on-surgery, but if that’s what she needed, then so be it.
She went though the usual motions one would have when getting prepared, putting on the medical gown, got her heart rate and stuff tested, was taken to the operation room, however there was something… off about the surgeon that she couldn’t put her finger on. He talked about the surgery in great detail and a very cheery tone, his german accent adding a little bit more… creepiness to his tone somehow.
Josie was regretting her choices in life already.
As the anesthesia was being applied- by the same guy, oddly enough, he slipped off his mask, as reality was sliding away from her, and slowly gave her a strange, creepy grin, as if she was being poisoned instead. But, there was nothing she could do about it as she fell into a deep slumber.
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Josie awoke in a different room, as expected, but this room was still a surgical room, just… less clean. Much less clean.
Behind her was a heart monitor, the beeping of it helping drag her back into reality as she slowly looked around the room. In front of her was a strange sci-fi gun, pointing down at her body, and there seemed to be a fridge in the corner, with some muffled noises coming from it. Speaking of noises other than the heart monitor, she could hear the cooing of… doves?
This room was giving her the creeps, but she couldn’t leave, as she soon realized that straps were keeping her bound to the table. Despite all her fighting, she couldn’t get off. She sighed, putting her head back down and deciding to rest for a little longer.
However, her attempt at rest was cut short by the sound of the door opening and then locking shut, as someone neared her.
“Rise and shiiine!” someone shouted in her face as she shot awake again, immediately recognizing the person as the same doctor that was doing all her medical work apparently. “Tell me, how do you feel?”
“W-who the hell are you?” Josie asked, looking at the man mere inches from her face. “Where the hell am I?”
“Ah, you may call me ‘The Medic!’ yes, cliche, I know, I didn’t choose my title~” The Medic cheerfully responded, his face showing maniacal glee as he looked down at his patient. “And you’re in my little clinic! Can you guess whyy?”
“Because y-yoouuuu…” Josie’s response was cut by another coughing fit, as The Medic backed up, watching her thrash her head about, gagging on and soon coughing out a small amount of blood, which landed on her chest, soaking into the medical gown, as some extra blood dripped down her chin.
“Awww, was ist los, Patient?” Medic mocked as he slowly approached once again, wiping off her face with a red gloved hand, then putting it up to his lips as he let out a small chuckle. “Oh wait, don’t tell me… you’re dying!”
“WHAT?” Josie shouted as she jumped up as much as she could, moving about in her leather bonds again, unable to take in the words of the man before her.
“Don’t worry, I’m not lying!” he said, pulling out several diagrams of what was happening inside of her, joyfully putting them as close to her face as possible. “Your little disease has progressed into quite the deadly infection, which means that to the outside world, you’re as good as dead! Luckily, I picked you up, and I have quite the plans for you, my kleiner freund…”
With those words, he pulled out a syringe full of some weird red liquid, and watched as Josie squirmed about on the table, pleading to him with sadistic glee. He then carefully placed the needle of it onto her chest, around where her heart was, as slowly as possible so he could listen to her screams as much as possible.
And as the final drops of liquid entered Josie’s body, her skin began to tan a little, the shifting tone spreading up her body as her breasts retracted into her body, and her muscle mass increased, her body bulking up as she twitched uncomfortably under her bindings. The Medic pulled the now empty syringe away as the tanning skin began to move up to her head
A small lump formed in her neck as her brown hair dyed itself black, retracting into her head as a small curl of hair fell out of place, landing on her forehead. Some of the now much shorter hair formed in front of her ears, some grayish stubble forming on her chin, under her nose, and on her neck.
Her facial features then readjusted, jawbone cracking and reshaping, her somewhat rounded chin flattening and turning more square and masculine. Her eyes watered for a moment as with a single blink, they turned from brown to bluish-gray, as her vision grew blurry.
“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Medic taunted, looking down at his work from afar. “Because it’s just getting started!”
Josie winced at those words. This already felt bad, how worse will it get? She then felt her arms change, tanning and growing buffer as more muscle mass formed on them, as she moved her hands uncomfortably as they grew a little, her wrists now not fitting properly in the restraints.
Her lower body was next, some muscle mass forming down there as her vaggy inverted, flipping inside out as she let out a gasp, her memories altering as her thoughts on her gender changed, making her a he instead. He then felt his body grow in the bonds as his legs bulked up and tanned, spine extending as the restraints moved up his body, digging into his flesh further and further, forcing more attempted struggles out of him.
Josie moaned uncomfortably as his body extended, going from 5’4, to 5’8, and soon stopping at 6’0, leaving the medical gown shorter on him and now only covering his thighs, much to his embarrassment. His legs bulked up further, the restraints that were formerly on his ankles digging in further as he attempted to kick out.
His changes finished off as some minor adjustments formed on his body, mainly inside of him, in the form of his internal systems reshaping. However, the main thing was his disease fading from his systems, dying out in mere seconds. And as it died, the transformation was over.
Josie had many thoughts in his head. Why did he do this to him, and for what reason? He looked up at him, fiddling with the gun thing in front of him with a smirk on his face.
“Wh-Why did you do this?” He asked, noticing his voice was now exactly the same as The Medic’s own voice. “What do you g-”
“Shhhhh…” Medic shushed, putting a gloved finger up to Josie’s mouth, cutting him off. “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon…”
Josie winced with those words, as the gun before him turned on, making whirring noises as Medic lowered it to his head, a red beam flowing into his mind, twisting it to the man that changed him’s wishes. Josie shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, fighting back against the memories that were replacing his own to the best of his ability.
However, his body manually accepted the substance despite his best efforts, and he could hardly fight it. He tried to fight though, and even though BLU just saw him as a simple field medic (and he knew his that they saw him as one too) he prov- Josie shaked his head, trying to fight against the flow of altering memories, but it was like fighting a tsunami with a bucket.
Eventually, there came a point where his mind was too weak to fight anymore, and he succumbed to the new memories, which soon took him over. Josie opened his eyes soon after, now a perfect clone of The Medic.
“So, now how do you feel?~” The Medic cooed as he undid the straps of leather around his clone’s arms and legs, his sadistic glee still hiding in his voice.
“Mmm, quite well, actually!” The Second Medic replied, massaging the parts of him that were under the grip of the straps, then rising up from the medical table and stretching out his limbs.
“Excellent!” The Medic responded, clapping his hands. “Now, there’s a change of clothes over there, be sure to get changed, as nobody will take us seriously if you’re walking around with your würstchen out!”
The Second Medic nodded, taking off the slightly bloodied medical robe he could hardly remember why he had on in the first place, and getting himself dressed. As he put on his medipack and glasses after putting on his clothes, he noticed a few sheets in the corner of his eye. Walking over to them and reading through them, he noticed that it was for some kind of lethal illness.
While he knew the reasons for them, he didn’t really care anymore, and there would be a chance that he would forget all about them in the near future, but he didn’t care. At the end of the day, it was just another successful procedure.