A Recorded Message plays

John gasps at the sound of that deep, mocking voice. He knows it well.

Bastian!

Instantly his cover his - her - breasts, her groin as she swivels around, wild eyes searching for the man who turned her into this... this walking wet dream.

But there's no one there.

Instead, the voice comes from a speaker overhead.

"Jo? Jennifer? Jessica?" The mocking voice continues. "Although I'm rather certain that your stereotypical masculine looks will translate into something ultra feminine, so perhaps a name like Candy or Barbie might fit you better instead, eh? Is that what you look like now I wonder? A blonde little bimbo?"

John flushes in a mixture of shame and anger, but then she realize something...

"Yes, as you may have guessed, I can't see you right now. This is a pre-recorded message while I see to some other details about our upcoming nuptials... You're a very lucky woman, having your fiance be so hands on with the prepatations."

"I'm not a woman you bastard!" John screams, then she cover her mouth with her hands as she hears the sound of her high-pitched, soprano voice.

"But as soon as I'm finished I'll be heading straight there to meet the new, improved you. And when I see you..." Bastian's voice dropped an octave and John felt a chill run up her spine. "There had better not be a repeat of your little runaway bride act. I paid good money for you, my little pet, and I won't stand for a defective product. If you give the Aphtodite girls any more problems, they have instructions to refund my money... and turn you out on the street. Just as you are now."

John felt the blood leave her face. The Salon wasn't in the best part of town, and she knew just what would happen to her out there, naked, looking as she does now. She swallowed hard.

"So you need to choose, my pet - are you going to be a bride? Or... a victim?"

A door opened to the side of the room, and John saw Petra walking in.

"That is the end of the message," says the woman. "Now, I have here with me some clothes suitable for a young bride to be. Is that what you are?"