She wants to be sexier

Philia: "Now that you mention... I sort of envy {You} for just how absurdly sexxed up she is. I mean, I get around as well - I'm a Queen for cripe's sake! But my subjects just don't seem that into it."

Sophie:"Sounds like you need a real full-body makeover."

Philia: "Seems awfully brash. How would I even know what to spice up my relationships with?"

Sophie: "Oh there are ways. How about you call your Office of Intelligence and ask what kind of porn your concubines watch?"

Philia: "!"

Sophie: "Just a suggestion."

Philia: "No no, that's a great idea! I'll give them a call right away, just a sec."

Philia excuses herself to an unoccupied corner of the lab. While flagrantly illegal for commoners, the internet providers are more than happy to depart with compromising personal search histories to their Queen. Soon she's looking at a summary of the most statistically relevant kinks and fetishes of her regular partners.

Philia: "Lawdy me, that's a handful."

Sophie: "Can I see that?"

Without waiting for a reply, you slide beside Philia and get a good look of her list.

Sophie: "Oohohoo! Dickgirls at the very top, I like it... Is that doable?"

Scientist 1: "Very certainly yes."

Sophie: "And loads of results with wings... cool, does that even work for something as heavy as a feline?"

Scientist 1: "That can be achieved. We need to amp up her physique in some other ways to make her lighter and stronger, though."

Sophie: "And so much latex..."

Philia: "Surely that's not going to work? I mean, you can't make my skin into latex can you?"

Scientist 1: "Hmmm... We might. It's been done, but not with higher forms of life. However..."

Philia: "Yes?"

Scientist 1: "... We could ascertain the success of this operation if we were to also temporarily equip Your Highness with a cyborgic exoskeleton. This would ensure that your skin does not reject the latex coating."

Philia: "Yeah that sounds important. I do love when my skin stays intact."

Scientist 1: "Finally, as an aestethic bonus, we'll have all of these changes be reversible by will. That is, Your Higness may retract her wings, penis and latex skin into herself, and use any of them at any time. Your Highness should look exactly the same as before if she wants."

Philia: "Oh that's a relief! Yeah I really wouldn't have wanted to go to a meeting looking like an oversexed demon."

Surprisingly little convincing is necessary to persuade Philia to accept the treatment. Most of the aforementioned genetic changes are derived from existing genomes, some necessary ones from those sent by Philia's scientists. You and Philia spend this time modifying and ogling the computerized render of what she will look like afterwards.

Philia seems excited and aroused, emphasis on the latter. She doesn't mind almost doubling the measurements of her render in the 'places that matter'. You can spot a certain glint of greed in her eyes. Really, grounds for praise when it comes to the Goody-Two-Paws Philia.

The time comes for Philia to settle into the pod. The eggheads give a final rundown of what to expect.

Scientist 1: "The exoskeleton will be built around the body of Your Highness while inside of the pod, after the gentic changes have taken place. Due to the particularly radical modifications that Your Highness authored, this will take about three hours."

Philia: "That's honestly a lot less than I expected. On our end the complete overriding of a genome would take days."

Scientist: "Our Queen has a voracious appetite for gene splicing, as Your Highness knows. She cannot be away from her duties for days on end, and so we've had to develop our systems constantly. Now, is Your Highness ready?"

Philia: "I'm ready!"

Sophie: "See you on the other side, love!"

The pod is closed and sealed.

A not-so-leisurely downtime begins, as your scientists worry themselves sick over causing a diplomatic conflict if anything goes wrong with the process. You are less worried, and more anxiously anticipating for the new and improved Philia.

Two and a half hours in, an alarm rings out.

Scientist 1: "Oh crap that's no good."

Sophie: "What's going on!?"

Scientist 1: "Philia regained consciousness. Her life support is still functional, so she should be fine. But this might prove detrimental to her mental faculties."

Sophie: "Can you abort the gene splicing process?"

Scientist 1: "The splicing is already almost done, the exoskeleton is currently being built by nanobots embedded in the fluids. We can't halt the process at this point anymore - if her body rejects the latex, she could die."

Scientist 2: "Sir, I've got sensory readings. Philia's moving around in the pod."

Scientist 1: "Fuck... Get a hormonal reading from the fluid. We need to assess her state of mind."

Scientist 2: "Right away sir."

The readings come out in a good minute.

Scientist 2: "Good news sir, she isn't in distress."

Scientist 1: "Excellent. If no other abnormalities emerge, I'll authorize for the splicing to continue."

Everything proceeds as before. You settle back into waiting, now sharing the worries of your geneticists. Forty minutes pass.

Scientist 1: "Why hasn't the sequence halted? It should've done so automatically after thre three hour mark."

Scientist 2: "I'll look into it, sir."

The subordinate scientist returns to the feed detailing readings of the process. All progress bars indicate 100%, and there shouldn't be any mechanical faults. Then he looks at the hormonal readings.

Scientist 2: "EGADS! Sir come look at this right away!"

You and the lead scientist rush over to the screen. All fluid samples are saturated with endorphins, dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. In addition, all samples are tainted with copious amounts of vaginal fluids. By all accounts, Philia is on top of the world.

Sophie: "Lawdy mama, I honestly don't know if that's good or bad."

Scientist 1: "I regret to tell you that neither do I. Let's try to halt the process manually."

The lead scientist taps away at his terminal. But no amount of commands seem to have any effect.

Scientist 1: "This is alarming. Open the chamber forcibly!"

Sophie: "Is that safe?"

Scientist 1: "Right now Philia's body is completely stable, and the biggest threat to her safety is her brains going haywire from this barrage of pleasure. I assure Your Highness that this will not compromise her safety."

Sophie: "Very well then."

Two security personnel rush over to tear at the chamber door to no avail. By electronic readings, all locking systems should be disengaged. The two burly guards manage to rip the steel handle off, but the door stays intact.

Sophie: "Oh for crying out loud, must I do everything around here?"

You run over to the pod and sink your inhumanly strong claws into the super steel. With a single swift motion, the bolted hatch peels off like tin foil.

Suddenly, the entire pod implodes into a mesh of genetic goo and shreds of steel. You are unharmed, though startled. Now, underneath a thick coating of transluscent goo, you can see a figure sitting amidst the wreckage. It's Philia.