County General Hospital
New Hebron, California
Everett slid his hand across his forehead, wiping sweat away before it dripped into his eyes. He ran, his feet pounding against the treadmill with ease. He’d been at it for a solid ten minutes, and despite the obvious perspiration he felt like he could go on for hours. Even when they had increased the speed, and maxing it out, Everett was more than able to keep up. Considering that this was just the latest of a series of tests designed to gauge his physical abilities, it was a small wonder he experienced so little strain. He would have been elated at his unexpected display of athletic prowess, but his breasts, which jiggled and bounced on his chest, only reminded him of the steep price he had paid for his newfound energy, vigor and endurance.
“That’ll be enough.” The technician scratched his cauliflower ear on his right side with his pen before slipping it into the clipboard in his arms, stepped up to the treadmill pressing a button on the machine, decreasing the speed in increments before bringing it to a stop. He glanced at Everett’s chest, and the pronounced outline of his nipples showing through the gown, before letting out a short, forced cough and turned his face away with crimson cheeks. Everett glanced down at his breasts and grimaced realizing for the first time, what why the technician seemed so uncomfortable.
“All right so…” He paused again issuing another cough before continuing.
“So, let me get started by giving a little bit of background. There are five levels of physical abilities, the first three can apply to regular humans and exemplars: below average, average, athletic, sub-apex, and apex. We’ve done a complete test of your physical abilities, first and most noteworthy you’re capable of lifting in excess of four-hundred pounds, and running at least twenty-five miles per hour, but considering you ran on the maximum setting of the treadmill there’s a good chance you could do better. Your reflexes are damn quick, with a near-instantaneous response time, that I’ve only witnessed in one other exemplar.”
“You’re more capable than the average human, even most athletes, which puts you at what we call a sub-apex level of physical abilities. We also know you have telekinetic abilities, but given you seem to have developed a sort of empathic bond with Agent Van den Broeke and your quick reflexes it may suggest you have a much broader range of psychic abilities.”
Everett shook his head, irritation radiating through the emotional bond with Van den Broeke before letting out a long sigh and turning toward the technician. “What do reflexes have to do with psychic abilities?”
The technician paused, scratching at the two days worth of stubble on his face and let out a long sigh before continuing. “Well, I can’t say for certain, as psychic abilities are notoriously hard to gauge, but it might be indicative of what we call finite precognitive abilities. You may sense events split seconds before they happen, which would be why you appear to have nearly instantaneous reflexes. It’s conjecture at this point, but, if it ends up being true, it would go a long way in explaining things.”
Everett blinked, and bit his lip. “I can see the future?”
The technician grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck. “Possibly, it’s hard to say at this point. We may never know for sure, as I said, psychic abilities are difficult to gauge, and it’s complicated even further since so many short-term pre-cogs don’t even realize they have the ability. Given enough time, you may exhibit other precognitive abilities which would give us a more definite clue. Until then, I suggest you keep a daily journal and document anything unusual you may experience like strange hallucinations or a strong sense of déjà vu.”
“Then again,” he said pausing and stroking his chin. “Anything you might notice that seems just a little out of the ordinary might be important. Even just the littlest things would go a long way in helping determine the true extent of your abilities.”
Everett nodded and folded his arms across his chest in some vain hope that his breasts might shrivel up and disappear. If only he could be so lucky.
“A-and this body?” Everett said, letting out a shriek of frustration, dropped his dainty little hands and clenched both at his side.
“I’m afraid there’s not a lot we can about that for the foreseeable future. In most instances where a transformation accompanies an Exemplar awakening, the abilities of the individual help to maintain the new form. I encountered an individual a few years back who underwent a full gender reversal like yourself. This person attempted to transition back to a female with the use of hormones and even surgery, but after her body saw the slightest progress, it reverted to its new default. Given your increased healing factor I’d say there’s a good chance that the case would be the same for you.”
“What the hell do you expect me to do? I can’t live like this! I look like I just crawled my way out of the goddamned ghetto!” Everett threw his hands out, and shrieked.
“Uh, well. You’ll really need to discuss this with your transition specialist.” The technician said taking a step back. There was a fire in his eyes and a stiffness to his jaw that had not been there before.
Everett scowled and turned away.
“Are we done here?”
“Yeah, we’re done.” The technicians scowled and turned his back. “You can wait in here, until an Agent comes to collect you.”
Everett watch him disappear and slammed the door shut behind him with more force than necessary. With a sigh, Everett sunk down into the nearest seat, palm his face in his hands and waited.