“Maybe... we can do something else with him...” you suggest.

“Like what?” Roger asks as he takes Lucky’s gun and a wad of cash from his pocket with a whistle of surprise. It’s a lot of money.

You’re still pretty scared from Lucky and somewhat in awe of Roger. He was so brave and strong. It makes you a little horny for some strange reason. “I have an idea...” you say with a little grin. “Witsex isn’t the only place that can change people like this. They’re the most advanced but Lucky mentioned someone that looks like him... I know there is an illegal operation that can copy people like he said - but it’s expensive and there can be side effects.”

“Heh. We have a tonne of money here...” Roger says. “And we can’t copy ourselves back...” he reaches down and easily lifts the tied up Lucky and carries him down the stairs to the basement car park. You fish Lucky’s keys from his pocket, conscious of his manhood and your desire to play with it, and use the remote lock to find his Mercedes. You pop the trunk and Roger drops him unceremoniously in then slams it. This was the asshole that had screwed with your family and tried to turn you into a whore. You smile grimly as you contemplate his fate.

Twenty minutes later you’re pulling up in Lucky’s Mercedes at a nondescript factory situated in a seedy part of town. You open the trunk and stuff a towel in his mouth before he can start yelling and wrap his face to hide who he is. Then Roger carries him from the trunk to the warehouse door. You’re buzzed through and you nod to the guy there working a pod not unlike the one you recently emerged from, giving him the cash. “We need to make this chump disappear... no questions asked ... can you use me as the template?” you say.

“Yeah. Sure. It’s twenty grand,” he says. The guy takes your money and grunts, counting it then motions for Roger to throw Lucky into the chamber. The guy takes a blood sample and gets the process started. “Come get her in 24 hours...”