Lucky you wake up first.

“Fuck that hurt.” Your voice has changed, that is the fist thing you notice when your wits come back to you an unknown time later. Clasping your chest with your hands you find you still have itty bitty titties, then again they do feel different, more sensitive perhaps, your nipples are definitely perkier and even this little bit of rubbing has them poking out a bit, but you are still basically flat chested, maybe an AA cup, you really have no idea. Sitting up you raise your hands and instantly can see your skin tone has clearly changed, you now have a nice healthy tan. Reaching out you grab the corner of the bed and pull yourself up. As you stand your feet slide down inside of the shoes she put on you letting you know your feet have shrunk to easily half the size they were. “Whoa that is so weird.” Of course it dawns on you that you have a two flesh and blood arms. Quickly you look down and see a pile of what look like spare parts on the floor as well as a thick goo that must have somehow been you before. “So I melted?” You ask the air as you quickly look around the room. You are still alone, so there is that, well other than the **** girl on the floor. Then it dawns on you the computer might shed some light on what your new look is.

You step out of the ill fitting shoes and over to the computer she had. As you move the remains of the clothes you are wearing also begin to droop letting you know your feet aren't the only thing that is now smaller. Looking at the screen you don't see a lot of information but it says you are 5'6” and 121 lbs, with a 33”AA bust, 23” waist, 33” hips, wear a size 0 dress and a size 6 shoe. Other than that it doesn't say all that much, there isn't even a picture or description of your appearance so they shouldn't be able to use it to track you. Just then you hear the footsteps again outside of the door, but this time they stop. Luckily you spot an icon on the screen that says, “Reset changes?” Hitting the button sets everything back to how she had it before you did anything. You strip as the doorknob turns and dive behind the bed just as the door bursts open.

The German guard that fucked you ever so nicely strides into the room, mouth open, ready to say something forceful and loud. Seeing you lying on the floor, groaning and rubbing your head for effect, and the **** doc, plus the odd machine with its whirling 18” dong, he asks, “What the fuck?”

In an instant you come up with a lie you hope will work, “Some guy knocked me out and stole my clothes.” Then with a shocked look at the doc you add, “Oh no is she okay, you have to help her.”

Clearly giving no fucks about her he yells, “Where is the elf that was in here?”

“How would I know, but he is wearing my lab coat and jeans.” This clearly works as he strides out of the room relaying that information and yelling orders.

The instant he is gone you double check the computer making sure the records of what you did are indeed erased. Looking down at the doc, you know if questioned to much might reveal that she came in here alone. Still you can’t just kill her. What to do. Then of course is the fact that no one is going to have any idea who you are.