Story: You Can't Escape Your Perfect Match

I went through a few different ways in my head on how this story was to unfold. I hope it turned out well.

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Nick had signed up for a program that would find him his perfect match. He had participated in many other dating fields and he thought an experimental one would be interesting to try out. when he arrived at the described location of the place that was conducing the experiment, he was asked to fill out some information about himself.

Name: Nick Lanford
Age: 29
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 236 lbs.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
About youself: I have a bit of fat on me, but otherwise I'm in good shape. I have a well paying job and I'm a hard worker. I've been depressed sometimes, but I know the right woman will make things better.
What you want in your pefect match: I want her to be a beautiful busty blonde with a killer body. I'd prefer if she wasn't too smart, but that isn't that important

After filling out the form, Nick returned it to the receptionist who said she would see if they had the perfect match for him. Nick sat in the lobby for thirty minutes and the receptionist hadn't returned. He noticed the company's logo on the wall to his right: "BioMate: Find Your Perfect Match." Nick thought to himself as to how he never heard of the company before. Maybe they had just started up? They didn't seem all that busy either. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the clicking of the receptionist's heels.

The receptionist had returned and she informed Nick that they were unfortuneately unable to find anyone who met his qualifications for a perfect match. However she also told Nick that they would be able to make him a perfect match for the person that had came in earlier. The receptionist guided Nick away from the lobby and down the hall she had went down before. Nick was a little disappointed that they couldn't find him the woman he specified, but he thought that might be because they haven't had many participants. Whatever woman they were going to introduce him he was going to appreciate it regardless. Nick just wanted someone to be with.

To Nick's surprise the recetionist lead him into what looked like a doctor's office and not a room where he would meet a woman. The receptionist told Nick to wait for Dr. Robertson to arrive. She then left the room, closing the door behind her. Now Nick was even more confused. Thinking back, he was entirely sure what kind of dating operation was set up here. The ad he ran across in the newspaper just said the location of the building and that a "perfect match would be found for anyone." What had the receptionist meant by them making him the perfect match for the person that came in earlier? It was at this moment Nick was having second thoughts. Before he could leave the room, the door opened.

A white man in a lab coat with graying hair and a beard entered the room. Nick assumed this was Dr. Robertson. Dr. Robertson told Nick to lie down on the bed over in the corner, which Nick did having no other choice. Dr. Robertson went on about how Nick would be the first to "test this procedure on." Preparing a syringe, Dr. robertson told Nick to remain calm and that it was all part of the process of making him into a perfect match. Nick was feeling scared, but allowed himself to be given the shot. Anything to find his own true love. Before passing out, Nick couldn't help but wonder what all this talk was about making him into a perfect match.

Nick awoke slowly, feeling light headed. He opened his eyes realizing his vision was blurred. From what he could tell, he was now in a different room and alone. He struggld to sit up and felt strange all over, something seemed to draped over his head as well. Nick thought that his vision must have been really messed up from whatever they did to him. All he could see was blurs of white from the room and blurs of black and red from his body. Rubbing his eyes he noticed that helped a little. Putting his hands to his face, Nick noticed it felt different. With his vision focusing more, he spotted a small mirror on the table next to him. His vision became completely clear as he became shocked by what he saw.

With a loud feminine gasp, Nick saw the face of a sexy black woman reflected back from the mirror. Dropping the mirror, he looked down to see an incredible body wearing a red bikini and red five inch high heels. Nick jumped from the bed he had been lying down on, feeling the jiggling sensations of his new body, and almost fell over on his heels when he got to his feet. Nick first thought was to take off the ridiculous shoes he had on, but something in the back of his head prevented him from doing so. Instead, to his surprise, he walked perfectly over to the door and left the room with the thought of escaping this place he was in.

"Where," he gasped, hearing his feminine huskier voice, "Where... Where am I?"

What awaited Nick outside the room was a series of hallways he hadn't seen before. Turning his head left and right, feeling the swishing of his longer hair, the place seemed to be deserted. He took a step and heard the click of one of the shoes. Nick wanted to take the damn things off, but there was a nudging feeling in his brain to keep them on. What didn't make sense to him was how he able to walk in them at all. Deciding to go left, nick walked down the hallway. Each wall was alligned with door after door after door. Every crossroad seemed to lead to more hallways. Before he could think out a plan, a loud beeping began to ring. A voice over a speaker followed.

"Our customer's match is loose. Please find her so we may introduce her to her perfect match, Vince Rennings."

Nick didn't have to think twice to know they were talking about him, but who was Vince? Hearing footsteps draw closer to his position, Nick panicked and entered the first door closest to him. It was labeled "staff only." The room Nick had entered was filled aisles of metallic drums stacked high on top of each other. Moving as fast as the heels let him, Nick ran deeper into the room. He didn't stop until he had no idea where he was. Nick had noticed his breast had been jiggling more than when he was in the hallway. Putting his hands into the bikini, he realized it had come undone in the time he was running.

At this moment, Nick heard another voice over a speaker. This time a more familiar one.

"Our cameras show Mr. Rennings' match has entered the chemical storage room. Mr. Rennings also wants to see her immediately. Bring him to her." said the voice of Dr. Robertson.

Nick began to freak out. How did they know he was in there? Hearing a buzzing sound, Nick looked up and spotted a security camera. As far as Nick could tell he had nowhere else to escape and just ran deeper into the room. He didn't bother with retying his bikini top and just dropped it to the floor. As he continued to run, he could hear voices from somewhere behind. Nick thought that they must have found his discarded bikini top. Dr. Robertson spoke again through the speaker system.

"You know this is pointless. You can't escape the person you are meant to be with. We gurantee we find our customers' perfect match. You are preventing that for Mr. Rennings. You are preventing it for youself as well. We would have given you your original match, but Mr. Rennings has been waiting longer than you have. So we made our adjustments with our special chemical and made you fully female with one of those new age magical drugs that have been rising in popularity lately."

Nick stood in place. He didn't hear anyone following him anymore. Dr. Robertson continued to speak.

"I assume you wish to know who you are now." said the doctor, reading off the following information.

Name: Natasha Lanfeld
Age: 25
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Ethnicity: African-American
About yourself: I'm a regular woman who loves life and enjoys a good time out on the town. I'm hard working and dislike anyone who doesn't take me for what I am. I can also be a bit on the wild side.
What you want in your perfect match: I want someone who will respect me so I can return that respect. I want someone who will never leave or betray me.

Nick opened his eyes wide in surprise. They had created a new life for him! The doctor conintued to speak.

"You are to be introduced to your perfect match." said the doctor, reading off the next filled out form.

Name: Vince Rennings
Age: 27
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 196 lbs.
Ethnicity: African-American
About yourself: I'm vice president at the company I work at, for which I'm due for a promotion in the near future. I look forward to raising a family with my future wife.
What you want in your perfect match: I want someone who will be glad to see me everyday and who will be good to me as much as I am to her.

Nick stood speechless. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"We can also hear you through these cameras, Ms. Lanfeld. You are able to speak to us." said Dr. Robertson.

Nick saw this as his chance to let out all his pent up emotions.

"My name is Nick Lanford! You can't just do this to me damn it! You're taking my life away!" said Nick.
"We will take care of explaining your previous life's disappearance, Ms. Lanfeld." Dr. Robertson explain, continuing to talk through the speakers, "Oh my. It appears the chip we inserted in your brain to change your mannerisms and speech patterns isn't fully operational. That shall be fixed now."

Nick felt an electrical shock in his head. Things in his brain were now different.

"Would you mind saying your name, miss? said Dr. Robertson
"I already told you, didn't I? My name's Natasha Lanfeld!" she said with less anger and more certainty.
"Indeed you are." said the doctor.
"What the hell? What y'all do to me?" Natasha said in shock, placing her hand on her chest and not realizing her bikini bottom slipped down from the movement of her hand.

"The only thing we did was make you perfect for your match." expalined Dr. Robertson.
"What do you mean? I am perfect! I've been perfect my whole life. I never done anything wrong with my life." said Natasha, feeling sure of herself.
"If you say so, Natasha."
"You want to explain what I'm doing here then half naked?" she said, her mind shifting.
"You wanted to surprise your perfect match, Mr. Rennings."
"No, really? Why you telling me what I already know I'm doing?" Natasha said as if she never asked any questions.

Followed by security, Vince Rennings walked from behind one of the stacks of metallic drums. He had short hair and was dressed in a fancy business suit. From what Natasha could tell, Vince seemed to keep himself in good shape. It was love at first sight when the two met eyes. Dr. Robertson spoke through the speaker again.

"Sorry for the hassle, Mr. Rennings, but Ms. Lanfeld insisted on surprising you."
"Well, she did mention on her form she can get a bit on the wild side." said Vince.
"I bet you never met a woman like this." said Natasha in a seductive tone.
"Damn, woman, you need to slow down. How about we get to know each other a bit more over dinner?"
"That sounds real good."

Natasha was eventually lead to a room where she could dress herself for the night out with Vince. The two ended up having a romantic dinner and were inseperable from that day after. The BioMate company managed to cover up Nick Lanford's disappearance saying he had moved out of the country wanting to disconnect all ties from his life and start over. It wasn't that far from the truth, except Natasha had no reason to leave the country. As months passed, years went by and eventually Vince and Natasha married.

The two have been together for the past three years when one day Vince became the president of the company he had worked at for many years. Natasha decided to make that night worthwhile and waited for Vince to arrive home. She couldn't wait and began to get ready for him..

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