Sure, what could go wrong right?

"Well I'd certainly love to get this roleplaying bit done sooner rather than later," you say. "But-"

Before you can qualify your words, you hear the whir of motors.

*Acknowledged. Cleansing Preparation Initiated.*

You pale as you see the all too familiar set of robotic arms emerge from the wall and reach toward you. Panicking you turn to run, but you trip in your heels and would have fallen flat on your face had the arms not grabbed you. Instead of just setting you back on your feet though, they lift you from the floor.

"Hey!" You protest. "Hey! Stop!"

*Your access level does not allow you to stop an operation that has already commenced {firstname}.*

Helpless, you're dragged back up the steps and back to your sister's bathroom, then stripped of your feminine clothes and gently but firmly lowered into a tub filled with warm water. Or at least you think it's water... there's something different about the way the liquid feels, something more feminine about the fragrance, but you don't get a chance to object before the metal arms begin to scrub you for the third time today, and with each up-and-down motion across your body, you feel as if your skin gets that much more sensitive. You're convinced you can count the number of bristles on the brushes.

"CARA! I don't need another bath! All I said was that I wanted to speed up Jessie's scenario!"

*I am currently complying with that request {firstname}.*

"No you're not," you say through gritted teeth, but realize it's useless to argue with a computer. "Let me out of - hnh!" - you gasp, as the robotic hands begin to massage your body, sending weird tingling sensations that take your breath away. "Let - me - out!"

*Your access level does not allow you to stop an operation that has already commenced {firstname}.*

"F-fine!" You bite your lip as the hands move down your body, gliding down your soft, sensitive skin. "What... what options DO I have then?"

*You have the option of choosing which of the photographs that Master Jessie has emailed will be used as the template for your transformation.*

Something in CARA's statement rings alarm bells in your head, but you're having problem focusing - the hands have lifted u your legs and begun on your crotch, and you're losing yourself in the girly scents, in the gentle caresses, in the alien fantasy that pounds on the doors of your consciousness: a lover, once again male, but this time with a face, a face you know, a face-

*...and Image 4 has the filename "Cheerful.jpg". Have you come to a decision {firstname}? 1, 2, 3, or 4?

You bite back a moan, trying to focus. You didn't even hear any of the other options.