Get the hell out.

The second you can't hear them talking you spring into motion. First a ten second shower just enough to get yourself soaking wet. Next you bolt into the closet to get something to wear. As you quickly pick through the clothes your computer comes back online and the little digital display starts to give you information on the articles you look at such as size and in a few cases even an armor rating. With this convenient little aid, and knowing your measurements, you are able to quickly find something to wear, for right now, and grip tightly on a few more that you can make use of later. Your internal clock tells you that you have lost exactly one minute eleven seconds since they left you alone as you yank open the door and step into the hall on your sexy new clear top mules with hot pink 6” stiletto heels and an inch thick clear platform under the toe. Your long sexy legs are bare and your perky little fuck me ass is barely covered by the little hip hugging skin tight black vinyl skirt that you threw on. To cover your ever so sexy tiny little titties all you need really is an inch wide piece of ribbon but as that wasn't available you went for a hot pink bikini top made of string and two rather small triangles. Over all of this as you throw on a long white lace kimono jacket that has four small pockets on the inside with a black thread pattern that hides them pretty nicely, each large enough for a small pistol or phone sized object. Your computer tells you that even though the jacket is quite easy to see through it has an armor rating of seven.

As you hit the bottom of the stairs the girl at the front asks, “Can I help you miss?”

Your heart drops, certain that you have just been caught, but you try to bluff your way outside, “You are all so friendly. I don't think my ass can handle any more fucking today thanks.” You say while patting your ass with your sexy little hand.

She flashes you a smile and says, “Have a nice night.” Her head returning to whatever she was reading as soon as she stops talking.

The second you step outside you tell your computer, “Run diagnostic.” To see exactly what you have left. It starts with... Working... then after a few moments, while you stroll casually down the street in the exact opposite direction from where you stashed the prototype. It scrolls a list of text: Reinforced skeleton... normal, skin weave armor with enhanced elasticity option... normal, reflex boost... charging 70% available, computer cpu operating at 18% capacity with 90% memory free, optics: night vision... normal, weapon sight link... normal. 0 guns linked, eye display... active, and finally, better than life simulation player and recorder... normal... 1 file saved. So it would seem the injection in addition to turning you into a much smaller human female, you have also lost your cyber arm, internal air supply, tactile boost, your radio and phone, and pheromones, but now have something called enhanced elasticity added to your skin weave. Several more steps later and it hits you... “Wait. One file saved. Play file.” The second you do you have to stop walking as your legs and arms sort of seem to stop responding. While you stumble forward still able to move another part of your consciousness is back on the bed, tied up, as the guard is working his fingers into your ass. 'Stop playback.' You think quickly and it ends. "I didn't know I could record like that. Huh. I wonder if that file is worth anything?” You can't help but say with a smile as you pick up the pace.

Once you are completely out of view of the brothel you slow down and try to decide what to do next. Just then a pair of guards step into view with drawn sub-machine guns. Luckily you see them before they see you so you have the option to try to hide if you want. But if they spot you it might be worse than being seen walking along.