Chapter 4: A New Awakening
My eyes slowly opened at the site of a small room. There I laid naked on a hospital bed, complete with cords and tubes linked to machines that constantly beeped each and every second. I still remained groggy, yet trying to feel my body and surroundings since the aftermath that Cassandra put me into. But somewhere inside my mind feels different, as if I'm reprogrammed to do something: something way different from before. My grogginess still got the best of me as I slowly began to pass out yet again. This time, I ended up hearing Cassandra's voice echoing through my ears.
"My, my," Cassandra's voice echoed, "Aren't you such a beautiful creature. You know women are such fascinating creatures and deadly ones too. One of the many reasons why I'm proud to be one. But as for you, you will soon know your purpose and know that you belong right here with me; with dataDyne. You will soon become one extraordinary soldier of my elite army of female bodyguards. Sleep tight, sweetheart."
I finally woke up for the second time again. This time, all the wires and tubes were no longer connected to my body. Soon enough I was slowly able to move my hands, fingers, feet and toes; then came my arms and legs. I slowly was able to rise from my bed and successfully sit at the edge of it. My head was still pounding from the aftermath. But soon, the pain began to quickly subside. Eyes opening, my vision slowly began to recover as I could now see the room I was stuck inside. Slowly trying to stand up, I felt a little wobbly as the bottom of my hips felt a bit heavier and my lower back arched a lot more. My chest felt a bit heavier as well, complete with slight jiggling on both sides. I could see a giant mirror opposite from the front of my bed as I slowly walked over to it. As my vision began to fully recover, I was now gazing at the new real me.
Staring back at the mirror was none other than a 6 feet tall, Amazonian, caramel complexion woman, complete with perfect female body proportions. I had full round, firm and large breasts, about a 36D Cup size, complete with engorged and stimulated nipples. My waist was a perfect muscular hourglass shape (at a perfect 24 inches) with absolutely (figuratively speaking) prominent abdominal and oblique muscles. The hips and buttocks were perfectly broad, round and firm at about 38 inches in measurement. Both my arms and legs were long, lean and powerful; both feminine and defined with a perfect tone of muscle in them. My hands are feet were perfectly proportional to my Amazonian build: long and skinny fingers, plus narrow and high arched feet at a size 9.5 womens. My face was perfectly enhanced to a more feminine look: thin, high arched eyebrows with perfectly highlighted my dark brown eyes. My nose was lengthened, shaped, and proportioned to accentuate my elliptical-oval esque face with feminine jawline and high defined cheekbones. It was inevitable to discover my face ladened with a decent dose of makeup, mascara, and lipstick to help further accentuate my face and not a single smear was present. My long, dark brown hair was put into a tight ballet bun. Without a doubt, I became an absolute work of art and a success to Cassandra's newest dataDyne experiment: a genetically engineered female "super soldier." Moving about inside my room, I was now extremely mobile, quick, agile, strong, flexible, and alert as if everything was all natural to me. I practiced CQC (Close Quarters Combat) in such an effortless way that I was basically created to become a natural born killer. And on top of that, I never thought that I would enjoy such things: the ability to be armed to the teeth, work with the rest of my female bodyguard comrades, and protect Cassandra DeVries and dataDyne with my life.
"Well, well," a familiar voice entered the room. "Looks like somebody's finally got herself fully acquainted with her new body." It was none other than dataDyne CEO Cassandra DeVries.
"I feel like this is exactly what I was made to do, Miss DeVries," I said in a firm feminine voice, almost somewhat confident and commanding. Plus, calling Cassandra 'Miss DeVries' felt like I have finally and officially addressed her as my boss/my commander. "It doesn't help that I'm completely naked in the process."
"After you had underwent your new genetic and psychological transformation," Cassandra explained, "Anne and I spent some time and did a bit of bribing to establish a new set of legal identification to verify your existence in this world."
'Born: Jennifer Mitchell; June 17, 1987 at Chicago General Hospital. Orphaned at birth and raised by late grandfather Reginald Mitchell. Educated at Chicago High School of Arts and earned a full scholarship at the Joffery Ballet Academy. Double Degreed alumni of Northwestern University in both Business Administration and Engineering. Employed by [myself] at dataDyne at the age of 25 as Personal Female Bodyguard.'
"I tried make it as if you had a long tenure here at dataDyne to cover up any gaps. But without a doubt, your newly built genetic codes reflect this background. To sum things up, you are now finally awake as your true self: your naturally born self, to put it that way. You do realize that everything you have done has been second nature to you, correct?"
"Of course, Miss DeVries," I replied loyally and firmly. "But I still need to be dressed for my job."
"There's a reason why I came to visit you again." Cassandra handed me a pile of clothing, complete with gloves and boots. Without a doubt, this was the official dataDyne uniform of her Personal Female Bodyguards. "I will stand to monitor your progress in putting on your uniform, starting now."
Without further ado, I started out by putting on the underwear. It was a black, high waisted Kevlar corset panty, which went all the way up to below my large and firm, round breasts, thus further shaping my muscular hourglass figure. There even was a composite carbon fiber armor plate over the crotch area. Next came the white denim, Kevlar lined, high waisted leggings. I then put on the 3/4 sleeve black leather jacket. The jacket was formfitting enough to accentuate my figure and tight enough to hold my breasts. Since we were prohibited to wear bras underneath the jacket, it came with Kevlar lined cups for the breasts. Plus the neckline was deep enough to reveal the deep cleavage of my firm, large round breasts. Then I finally slid on my pair of suede over-the-knee boots with 3 inch heels. The boots were also Kevlar lined from the shaft down to the toe and since we were also prohibited to wear socks, the footbed and insoles were made of a special material to keep our feet dry and perfectly snug in our boots. Not only the 3 inch heels boosted my Amazonian stature to 6'3, they were extremely comfortable to stand, walk, and run in, even during heavy combat. Last but not least were the gloves: black leather fingerless gloves with Kevlar lining and composite carbon fiber knuckles. These were perfect to close quarters combat situations. Looking at my fully dressed self in the mirror, I finally had the looks and attitude that was ready to kill.
"Excellent work, Jennifer." Cassandra DeVries was pleased with my progress. "Meet with the techs at the Range. I know you want to refresh your Firearm Skills as well as Combat Skills."
"Right away, Miss DeVries." I immediately acknowledged my Commander in Chief as I made my way to the basement range.
Upon my arrival at the basement range, I performed various training intervals (both static and dynamic) using the exclusive dataDyne Shotgun. This was the standard issue firearm for all female bodyguard personnel exclusive to Cassandra DeVries. Utilizing both the Single Shot and Double Blast functions of the weapon, I successfully nailed each and every target without missing one and not wasting a single shell. During the next sets of trials, I spent time with a pair of CMP-150 submachine guns, as well as the production Dragon and prototype K7 Avenger rifles. I also honed my CQC and sidearm skills to the fullest, pulling out Falcon 2 pistols whenever the heat was on. The Falcon 2 was a proprietary firearm of rival company Carrington Institute, but dataDyne was successfully able to steal caches full of them and modify them to dataDyne standards. During the CQC training, I spent a lot of time sparring with the male Shock Troopers, successfully subduing each and every one of them in the process. Without a doubt, Cassandra became extremely satisfied with my progress.
"Training is now over, Jennifer." Cassandra called over the intercom. "Please report to my office at once."
Immediately arriving in Cassandra's Office, I met with her face to face to recap my progress.
"Jennifer," Cassandra said to me. "Following the turn of events of your genetic, physical, and psychological transformation within the past couple of months, I have been extremely pleased with your progress. It appears that you have now been fully acquainted with your combat and survival skills and your loyalty to me and the dataDyne Corporation."
"Yes Miss DeVries," I acknowledged my Commander, my Boss fully. "I am indebted to demonstrating eternal and extreme loyalty to you and the dataDyne Corporation. As you know, I will do everything in my power to never ever let you down. And you can bet my life on it."
"Very well," Cassandra would then soon promote me. "You will now be promoted as my new Security Chief and Captain of all my Female Bodyguard Personnel. This is effective immediately!"
"Thank you, Miss DeVries." I saluted Cassandra and displayed extreme loyalty to her and the dataDyne Corporation. The questions in my mind were now finally answered. This was where I belong; dataDyne became my absolute true home.
