Slip into the office.

You slip quietly into the doctors office and pull the door closed behind you quietly. You look her over quickly and notice she is quite attractive. She stands about 5’6” with a slender build and nice but a bit small breasts. Her brown hair is cut to shoulder length and frames her slightly long beautiful face very nicely. She wears a lab coat over what looks like a light brown shirt and khaki pants.

She turns as you enter and pushes up her glasses on her nose, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” To your surprise she seems more annoyed at your entry than alarmed. This gets your mind racing to come up with a lie that will get her to help you. Your mind races with panic, knowing someone is going to find you any minute and with only one bullet, you are going to die. “Well spit it out I don't have all day. Why are you here? What are you stupid?” Your silence only seems to madden her further as she looks you over. “That fucking bitch better not want me to make another man look like a fucking woman. Doesn't she know I can give a real girl a working penis for a fraction of the price.”

“My name is Candy. Amber said I didn't look enough like her.” Is all that comes to mind.

“What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me. You are at least 10” taller than her. What the fuck does she expect from me?” You simply stand there silently staring at the floor not having any idea what you are doing. Thankfully she simply continues her rant. “Get over here. Let me look at you.” You do as you are told and she jams an electrode into your data port. As she does she starts looking at a monitor and starts clicking information into the controls. “This is stupid. Well at least you are an elf, so your build won't have to be completely reworked, I guess my nanites can handle it. But fuck, this is going to hurt you a lot. You better sit down.” You do as you are told and she stabs a gun like injector into your left arm. You are grateful that she had you sit as your mind begins spinning the second she pulls the little trigger. In your stupor you see her reach out, grab your right arm, and to your surprise it simply comes off in her hand. “At least I get to keep a lot of expensive hardware. Sorry most of your existing cybernetics aren'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.”

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