It is still too dangerous.

You hold your breath and strain your ears to see if you can hear any sign of anyone in the room. After several moments you are sure you hear something. Your heart sinks as you stay there suspended from your arms. Your body screams for you to pass out but you deny it. Eventually your arms and legs basically go numb, and your mouth begs for anything to drink. Then you are certain you hear the door open and the click of heeled feet walking toward you. You want to fight and break free, but sadly you are far too exhausted, and afraid that they will kill you. Then you feel a sharp stab of a needle and a thick liquid injected into your right buttock. You howl in pain and try to demand what they are doing to you, but the gag firmly in place causes it all to be muffled and senseless. Moments later you pass out and succumb to darkness.

You awaken an unknown amount of time later strapped to a hard metal table. You look around and instantly you realize something is wrong, your display link in your eye is on. Not only that you see several other little gages and things telling you all sorts of information in your field of vision.

"Like what you see my dear?" You hear a woman's voice say somewhere behind you.

"What did you do to me?" You ask suddenly aware of the feeling of the straps around your right wrist telling you that somehow you no longer have a cyber arm. You try, and fail to engage your boost and strain at the bindings, finding them too strong as well.

"Why I harvested your cyber wear of course. It is far safer for the delicate electronics when the body is alive. I was told I was allowed to keep you my dear, so I gave you the enhancements I give all my girls. Your eyes are new, they have an internal camera so you can film all of your clients of course. Your tactile boost is gone, but I have hard wired all of your erogenous zones to heighten your, and your clients pleasure, while recording the sensation to an internal computer, state of the art I must add, for download and sale when I choose. The computer has been loaded for you with all the basics, as well as any and all positions, drinks, and other kinks so you will be able to adequately please all of your clients. Sadly I was not able to remove your muscle or bone enhancements, but I did decide, for the sake of endurance, to make you more limber, and have better staying power, I do think this may have also made you stronger and faster, but I am not quite sure of that, I just made the enhancements more efficient. I also left in your enhanced pheromones, as they seemed quite appropriate for your new life here. Your lovely skin has been treated to be more smooth and supple to make your clients happy, and lightly armored so they can beat you if they want without seriously damaging my new toy."

"Why are you doing this to me? Let me go. This isn't right, I did this to have fun, not become some fucking whore in a brothel."

"My dear I don't quite understand what you mean but I hate to tell you that what you want isn't really my concern." You hear her open a door, "Melissa, would you come here please." You then hear footsteps click closer.

"Mistress." You hear another woman say.

"Clean up my new toy in here please, but do not release her bindings, she hasn't been fitted with the tracking device, or cranial bomb yet. I need to inform Madam and Sebastian that she is awake so they can finish questioning her."

"Yes mistress, of course mistress." Soon you see a beautiful brunette over you dressed in a black vinyl dress, washing off the odd smelling chemicals and things that were apparently used in your surgery. You can't help but get aroused as she rubs your large breasts and moves lower down your body. Then you feel something new and realize she didn't tell you all of what she changed, she slips a finger into your new slit and sprays something into your new pussy to clean you out. The feeling is amazing and horrifying at the same time.

"Don't forget to get the gunk off of my right arm, she cloned it, it will surely smell funny." To your amazement, this girl is apparently so used to obeying every command that she actually begins scrubbing your arm. "The wrist." You say last and then look on in dumb wonderment as she unbuckles the binding and begins scrubbing your slender wrist. "I am truly sorry, but I am going to have to get going now." She flashes you a blank look, possibly suddenly realizing her mistake as you grab her hair and slam her face into the table knocking her ****. You quickly undo your bindings and slip to the floor. "What the fuck, how is this possible?" You ask no one in particular as you see your reflection in the mirror on the wall. You now stand just under 5'6", probably weigh in at no more than 100 lbs, are completely female, with short bob cut black hair, and if that wasn't impossible enough, you are human. Suddenly in response to your question an image of an article appears in your field of vision that proclaims, "DNA remapping now used for cosmetic alteration." You look for something to wear and see you have only one option, the girl on the floor. You peel the clothes off of here not knowing if you will even be able to get them on. She wasn't wearing much, but at least it should cover you. You have no underwear to put on, so you simply step into the dress and pull it on, it is a black pencil thin, skin tight dress that has a completely open back other than a thin strap around the neck, and zips up the front with a shiny silver zipper. Looking at yourself you find it makes you look amazing, if not a bit too slutty, and you can even see the faint outlines of your nipple rings through the dress. The only other thing you have to put on are a pair of black boots with 5" stiletto heels, that zip up the fronts as well. The heels are impossibly high, but your body seems to remember how to do it, and you slink to the door and peek into the hall. You see a pair of guards watching the back door to your right and nothing to the left, but you do recognize a painting at the end that tells you it is the front.