Hair, and lots of it.

“Well bald might be sexy but I don’t know, won’t the people after me know it is me?”

“No, not a chance, the nanites are still working making your skin lighter they just aren’t finished yet, with nice pale skin, sexy purple eye shadow, and a sexy tattoo on your bald head, no one will notice. That said some long hair to hold onto while someone fucks your ass is fun too.”

A little flash of memory is all you need as she says that before you answer unconsciously licking your lips at the thought of another ass fucking. “I think I want to try long hair.”

She smiles plugs you back in and you slump back into the seat like a rag doll. Seeming to be only a second later you are again being helped up. However this time it is a bit less friendly, “Were you thinking something like this.” She asks as she yanks you to your feet by your new sexy long black hair. Your hair is now a beautiful mop of long black hair with the occasional pink and purple highlights for that “Hey look it’s a slut look,” that falls to mid back and dances on your head like some 80’s rock band. “Now for the finishing touches. I took the liberty to just have the nanites color your nails a sexy glossy black, it will make your claws even more fearsome. For your face, however, I think makeup is still the best, so you can have that sexy mascara streaming down you face effect when you need it.” She hops up on you, straddling your body with hers, making your cock start to swell almost instantly. She just smiles and lets it press between the two of you against your bellies. Right in your face, you can’t help but lean in to kiss her, but she stops you by yanking your hair back and tying it around the back of the chair holding your head back roughly. “No, silly, I have to do your makeup.” You start to speak but she silences you by putting her finger to your lips. She then applies sexy black eyeliner and lipstick, and deep purple, almost black, eye shadow. “Mmm, sexy.” She smiles standing up off of you and walks into the next room leaving you there tied to the chair by your long hair.

“Um, you could untie me. Ouch.” You say reaching back and straining to get your hair loose. Finally you get free and as if waiting for you to do so, she walks back into the room holding some clothing.

“Here, this will look good on you.”

You take the clothes, pulling them on as she hands them to you. First you pull on a black vinyl thong that with your new stealth cock it fits beautifully. Next she hands you what you would call a bra made of straps of vinyl that is more of a harness that outlines and supports your sexy tits without actually covering anything. Third she hands you a tiny pink and black plaid schoolgirl like pleated micro-skirt that opens in the front, attached to a thick black belt, and simply buckled into place sitting low on your hips so the tops of your tattoos are just peaking out, and falls to just below your ass. At this point she also takes the tiny revolver and slips in into a tiny concealed pocket in front just to the right of the big silver buckle that states proudly “Slut” that with the layers of pleats is basically invisible. In a similar pocket to the left of the buckle she tucks in 3 of the speed loaders for the little revolver. Then apparently finished, she sits you back down and helps you into pair of lace up ankle length black boots with chunky 6” heels, into the tops of each she tucks 3 little throwing spikes she pulls out of a drawer, “A gift for you, they hurt like hell and are charged with enough electricity to put down just about anyone. If you stop to pull them back out they can be recharged in about 15 min in this little charger, it holds up to 10, I’ll put it in your case before you go.

Standing you can’t help but marvel at how fuckable you look but you can’t help but ask, “Um, shouldn’t I wear a bit more than this? Sure I look hot but how can anyone take me serious if my pierced tits staring at them are all they can look at?”

“What, oh yeah sorry, I am used to dealing with fuckbuddies that are basically mindless slaves.” She heads into the back room and you can hear her rummaging about before she pops back into view holding some more things. “Ok here how about this. You will still have the fuckbuddie **** thing going, plus the badass operative or assassin look also. She quickly takes two metal studded black leather bracelets and a matching collar, each with a shiny o-ring for bondage and buckles them on you. Next she hands you a tiny pink soft cloth bikini top that when you tie the back in place fits just inside the leather straps making it almost look like a single article of clothing. “There, perfect.”

You can’t help but get turned on looking at yourself, thankful that your stealth cock doesn’t spring to attention and rip out of the thong unless someone coaxes it out apparently. “Wow.” Is all you can say as you stare at yourself for a bit longer than would be socially acceptable, normally, as if any of this was normal. “What about armor?” You ask finally.

“Well that isn’t really my department, didn’t Kaylani hook you up with anything.?”

“She let me use a coat, but she took it with her.”

“Aah, I see. Well with your active nanites and armored skin you should actually be pretty good as is as long as nobody shoots you and hits anything vital. Hmm, that said in your line of work a coat is probably a good idea. Let me take another look.” Once again she disappears into the back for but a few moments before returning with just the right thing. “Here I don’t ever wear this old thing anymore, you can have it.” She hands you a black leather vest that hangs to your waist and doesn’t even have a zipper in front to pull it closed, but you figure it is better than nothing. It also has pockets for all of your money, extra clips, baton, and the last of your ammo for your revolver. After you finish loading up you turn, pistol in hand trying to decide the best place to stick your big pistol and receive your answer as you look at her. “This is for that.” She says grinning from ear to ear as she helps you pull on a second thick black belt that matches the one holding up your skirt but with a more simple buckle. Hanging from the belt is a black leather almost cowboy style holster that has two leather strands hanging below it that she ties securely around your leg just above your knee.

“Thanks for everything.” You say as you slip the pink polymer pistol into the holster and look into the mirror trying to decide if your new look is more bad ass, total slut, or just fucking rockstar cool. She gives you a long lingering kiss that tells you that if you came back for a visit you are sure you could fuck her senseless, or get fucked, you aren’t quite sure as she finishes the kiss by biting you on the lip. With that you stroll out the door finally confident that the people that were after you will never recognize you now. Sitting there as promised is a black and purple, with a few pink highlights you would expect to see someone that looks so totally like a slut poser like you would ride. Apparently to add even more authenticity it is also a bit of a piece of shit as starting it up makes it vibrate a bit more than is should, and for a second you are positive it is going to fall apart, but as you give it a bit more throttle it clears up and runs a bit better. Pulling on the little black helmet and fingerless gloves, you kick up the stand and roll it back to the street. Ripping into the night air, your skin tingles as the wind rushes past. “Fast little fucker.” You say to no one but yourself and race to where your new phone/computer tells you “The Pit” is located. A bit more cumbersome of an interface than your other computer, as it is a combination of touch, voice, and using your eye link as a mouse, but not bad.