Rescue

You stand up and begin strapping everything on, slinging the guns, and reach out and select, “Rescue the captive.” As you do you can’t help but notice your new bodies breasts are no bigger than your last, and it was male. “Guess they decided I must like little titties.” You say with a cute little laugh. Looking over yourself you also discover your hair is a very light wispy blonde, falls to right about your shoulder blades, but the sides and back of your head is shaved. You computer interface, as you begin to think about it, prints out 5’7” 118lbs 33A-23-35. Basically you are skinny, your abdomen is sexy as hell, your perky ass demands attention, your long legs are clearly your best feature, and your sexy but sort of angry looking face says either, “I’m a super model, away peasant.” Or, “Hell ya, but it might hurt.” You also notice when you make your selection you see three new items appear, a small laser cutter, dark protective glasses, and leather gloves. You pull on the gloves and stow the others in a little fanny pack like bag you aren’t sure if you noticed earlier or if it also just appeared, and clip it on your gun belt in the back.

A male scratchy voice comes in over your coms, “You are out of here in 20 seconds. Window of your ride out of here is two hours as I load the neighborhood garbage. After that you will have to come up with alternate transport.”

“Understood. Two hours should be plenty of time.” You respond confidently, and prepare yourself to climb out. The vehicle stops and the back opens.

As you exit the blue words are there again. “Is the target, male, female, shemale, other, don’t care, or surprise me?”