Play dumb.

“Hi, umm. My name is Candy. Umm I am like the new girl, and umm. You are supposed to make me better looking, because I was like, umm. Ya, I was born a guy. So, umm, you know I have like a penis and stuff, and my tits are like really tiny and stuff. Ya, so the madam said you were supposed to make me sexy so, umm, ya, you know, like do your job and stuff.”

“What? Doesn’t she know how expensive this is. Why the hell can’t we just hire girls, I keep telling her I can give a girl a functioning cock for less than half the price.”

“Ya, I dunno, she said it was cause I was an elf and stuff, and I have like cyberjunk that makes me so I can like, ya know, fuck for like a really long time and junk.”

“Wow, you have to be the stupidest person I have ever had in here. Fuck, fine, get your ass over here and let me see what I am looking at.” Amazingly she seems pissed enough at the stupidity of the request that she doesn’t even question further. She pulls you over, scans you, weighs you, and enters the data into a computer like console you can only imagine is what she uses to make the other girls better looking. Then she smiles as she notices something and walks over and stabs a gun like injector into your left arm. You feel queasy at first and stumble back into the table. She reaches out and grabs your right arm and to your surprise it simply comes off in her hand. “At least I get to keep this. Sorry your arm isn’t compatible with the skeletal, muscle, and healing enhancements I give all the girls here so they can withstand some of our rougher clients without breaking.” After about fifteen minutes the dizziness subsides and you look into her mirror and are shocked to see you have grown a new real arm. “There, now get out, I am busy. I turned everything back on for you as well, you are welcome.”

Stumbling out, still feeling almost drunk from the injection, you can’t seem to remember which way to go.