CT70b

It was scary not to be able to remember her old name. CT70b still remembered vague facts about her childhood life, but it felt as if she’d read the facts about a different person.

She remembered the list of mods she’d been given, but she didn’t remember getting them. How had it felt when her body had changed? Had she liked it when her dad had replaced the limbs with tentacles? Had she been scared when he’d taken away her vocal cords? Maybe. But she couldn’t remember. She only knew her father had:

• replaced her limbs with armlength tentacles;
• removed her ability to speak
• replaced her teeth with squishy rubber ones
• given her the standard 10% IQ reduction
• permaplastered her face with make-up
• increased her breastsize to a decent F.

• shrunk down the size of her pussy.

• permableached her hair and eyecolor.

• permatanned her skin to a rich chocolate brown.

She knew it was nothing too weird compared to her richer friends. But she couldn’t remember.

The scientists at the CT hotel had been nice about it. They’d answered all her questions. Threated her better than any man was required to. Hopefully her Contwin was nice as well.

After waiting for hours on her a steel table, finally CT70b heard the doors to the surgery room open.

It was time to meet CT70a.