An idea takes shape.

You know they are looking for an elf and the only one here is you. The only way you are getting out of here is if you don’t look like an elf. The fact that you now have a pussy leads you to believe the machine and nanites she has in that doc’s office clearly can do what you need if you can just be alone with it. “Fuck it.” You say and spring into action, pulling open the door you stride in, rip off all your clothes in seconds and grab the first dress you see, it happens to be lime green.

“Sweet.” The guy says as you hurry over to him and his look of happiness changes to shock as you shoot him in the leg then kick him in the head to knock him out. Picking up his gun you then blow out the window and toss out the gun.

A clutched pillow in one hand the dress tucked in the pillowcase so they don’t see the green you race down stairs in an apparent panic and yell, “Oh my god that crazy elf shot the guy in room 7, somebody do something!” People panic, guns are drawn, but thankfully they are more interested in the room upstairs than the naked slut. You make a beeline for the doctors office and yell, “The guy in room 7 has been shot!” Just as you hoped she grabs her things and runs out the door.

You run over to the machine she used and use the interface plugs to jack in. Sadly you have no idea what you are doing, and at first you begin to panic, but then you find what looks like some kind of preset standard things she must use a lot. You quickly pick a few settings; Human, Enhanced Appearance, Reflexes, Dexterity, Strength, and finally Athletic, and hit “Run.” You then inject yourself and before it takes hold you set everything back to what it was. “Well I hope this works.” A shockwave rips through your body knocking you to the floor, but luckily you are able to shake it off and stand up before anyone walks in. Yanking on the tube dress you then stumble to the front, just sort of hoping for the best.

You hear lots of cursing and yelling, the only one that really looks at you is the girl at the front, “Can I help you?” She asks, clearly not sure who you are.

“This place has gone crazy. I’ll come back tomorrow.” You say trying not to fall down.

She obviously decides you don’t matter and says, “Okay, see you then.” With that you stroll out into the street.

A guard then gets in your face and asks, “Your name miss?”

Stumbling still you just say, “I lost my shoes.” Then vomit a gallon of sludge that he has to dodge.

“Fucking drunk bitch.” He says but clearly wants no more to do with you.

You stumble back toward the building where you stashed the device, but about a block from it you climb into the open window of a car with no tires, and pass out.