Free, sort of.

“Come on Candy, wake up. I need you to wake up now Candy. Wake up. Candy. Candy.” Finally your vision clears and you reach up and rub your head with your soft hand. Your body feels weird, almost as if you weren't you anymore. Blinking several times and rubbing your eyes gets your vision to clear and you find yourself lying on your back on the cold metal floor of what you would guess is very basic van, as from your position you can see the back doors with two square windows, out which you can only see night sky. There is only a tiny bit of light, yet you can still see the doc's cute face looking down at you, her hands shaking your shoulders softly to rouse you. “Are you there?” She asks finally as you stir and sit up.

“Ya, I'm awake.” You say stretching your mouth with a yawn. What did you do to me?” You ask as your voice is for the second time quite unfamiliar to you.

She smiles a wicked smile. “Well you see I did what you offered, I took your entire body, everything. You said I could have it, so I took it. Oh ya and you still owe me $50,000 so let's go get your money.” She says smugly.

“What the hell? You ask looking at your slender hands with glossy pink nails. “I said you could...” You don't even bother arguing further as you know it is basically pointless, but you do ask, “How?”

Still smiling she answers, “Well I didn't take everything silly, just most everything. There was no way I could get you out of there with the tracking device in you so I had to take it out, as well as anything I thought I could get money for. That was going to take time, and we only had twenty minutes. So I did the next best thing. I used your idea and grabbed another of the girls, one of the ones that was heavily addicted to braindance so she wouldn't even notice. I made her look like Amber, slotted a braindance chip with every bit of information I could find on Amber and sent her to the client. Then I made you look like her, shot you in the stomach, a wound I insisted I couldn't fix at the brothel, and rushed you to a nearby clinic run by a friend of mine. There we happily harvested everything we could. Just as you offered. Now as more cosmetic surgery wasn't part of our deal, for now you look just like her, but if you have money I'm sure you can go back to being yourself or whatever you want, it will just cost you.” She then sits back, folds her arms across her chest, and again demands, “So now take me to your money and pay me. Like you promised.”

Looking at the smug proud look on her face you can't help but want to slap it off of her. Then again she did get you outside, and you did make a deal. Of course as long as she is alive she can always either give you back to the brothel, or kill you, or whatever after you pay her. You really aren't sure what to do. “Fine, lets go.” You say and make your way through the van to the passengers seat and plop your cute little but down on the chair. Looking down across yourself you find you are now wearing a simple blue tank top, sweat pants, and tennis shoes. Pulling the top forward you see your breasts are a little bit smaller, C cups certainly, and pierced with silver barbells, as is your navel. Your body seems to still be lithe and athletic, yet with a bit more curve than before, very feminine, with a perky ass. Reaching down you find that you still have a cock, but it seems a bit smaller, apparently it must have had some enhancement before that is now gone. You give her the address as you lock the seat belt in place, and soon you are speeding through the night. As you go you try to pull up your computer interface, and to your surprise it still works, though it seems slower. Thinking the command, “Run diagnostic.” The little computer does as instructed. Finally in your field of view the grid enlarges and you see a scroll of text: Skeletal and muscle enhancement... normal. Skin reinforcement and enhanced elacticity... normal. Enhanced restoration nanites... Active. Computer databank... memory 78% used, System at 100%. Data transfer link... Active, port one.. two... three... four... all normal. Visual interface... normal. Gun site... normal. Then finally... Done. So not everything, you realize, just everything she could sell.

Soon you arrive at the abandoned building where you earlier stashed the prototype. She looks up at it and says, “Pretty shitty place to live.” Then you notice a rather large pistol in her hand as she adds, “Lead the way.”

“You obviously don't need that.” You say getting out of the van. As you do the wind whips a strand of hot pink hair in front of your eyes, and you realize you still don't really know what you look like now, at least not exactly. “I have to get something off of the roof. Coming up with me?” You ask her, as you grab the pipe you climbed earlier.

“Just don't try anything funny. Fuck with me and I can still tell everyone what you look like and where you are.” That threat stung, and you once again get the feeling letting her live is a mistake.

Gripping onto the pipe you climb back onto the roof. You can tell by the climb that you are definitely weaker than before, a lot weaker. The climb has you winded by the time you get to the top, but your recovery is pretty good, as you feel all right by the time you reach where you stashed your gear and the prototype. “Fuck me.” Is all you can say as there is nothing there. Quickly you look all over the roof, tossing junk around as you do trying to find some trace of your things or who took them. Just when you are about to give up you spot the shiny metal case holding the prototype, still locked up tight, apparently cast aside by whoever found your stuff. “Afraid of taking it? Or did they just give up because they couldn't open it.” You can't help but say aloud. Still you are pleased you can at least take this in and get paid. The climb down with the case proves even more difficult and at one point you loose your grip and slide down a wire. It stings like a bitch, but to your happy surprise it doesn't cut your hand at all.

She is waiting right there, gun in hand, “So open it and pay me or else.” She says and pokes you in the side with the barrel of the gun.

“Knock it off, this is what I have to take in to get the money. Don't worry it is just across town. Shoot me and you get nothing.”

She says something next that once again makes you reconsider your course of action, “Unless I just take that.”