You wake up rather quickly.

“Fuck that hurt.” Your voice has changed, that is the fist thing you notice when your wits come back to you an unknown time later. Clasping your chest with your hands you find you still have itty bitty titties, then again they do feel different, more sensitive perhaps, your nipples feel a bit larger as well but you still have at best an A cup, so maybe nothing really happened. Sitting up you raise your hands and are a little surprised to see your skin tone has clearly changed. Gone is the pale goth elf your skin isn't dark but nicely tan. A little bit of ethnic blood of some kind perhaps? Reaching out you grab the corner of the bed and pull yourself up. As you stand your feet slide down inside of the shoes she put on you letting you know your feet have shrunk to easily half the size they were. “Whoa that is so weird.” Of course it dawns on you that you have a two flesh and blood arms. Quickly you look down and see a pile of what look like spare parts on the floor as well as a thick goo that must have somehow been you before. “So I melted?” You ask the air as you quickly look around the room. You are still alone, so there is that, well other than the **** girl on the floor. Then it dawns on you the computer might shed some light on what your new look is.

You step out of the ill fitting shoes and over to the computer she had. As you move the remains of the clothes you are wearing also begin to droop letting you know your feet aren't the only thing that is now smaller. Looking at the screen you don't see a lot of information but it says you are 5'5” and 112 lbs, with a 32”A bust, 24” waist, 34” hips, wear a size 4 dress and a size 7 shoe. Other than that it doesn't say all that much, there isn't even a picture or description of your appearance so they shouldn't be able to use it to track you. That said you grab a chunk of metal off the ground and smash the hell out of the computer, just in case. The more you move around the more your clothes just sag and droop off of you, not to mention the cum all over them is crusty and nasty. “Fuck I need to get clean and dressed fast. Surely they are going to catch me any minute. Quickly you strip naked and as you do you discover something that catches you off guard. With a laugh you just say, “Holy shit I am a girl.”

The second you are granted that realization the door bursts open. The German guard that fucked you ever so nicely strides into the room, mouth open, ready to say something forceful and loud. Seeing you and the **** tech, plus what looks like tons of broken tech, it catches him by surprise and instead, after a brief pause, he asks, “What the fuck?”

In an instant you come up with a lie you hope will work, “Some guy knocked out the doctor. You have to help her.”

“Where is the elf that was in here?” He demands walking up to you and taking hold of you by the chin, lifting you enough to hurt a bit and **** you to stand on the tips of your toes.

“He ran away.” He raises his other hand threatening to smack you as you continue, “I'm sorry it's all my fault. I came in because I wanted to find the doctor. While she was talking to me he got free and knocked her out.” Summoning a tear you finish the lie with, “Then he **** me. He fucked my tight ass with his skinny elf dick and squirted his cum all over my face.”

The last little bit seems to help as he looks at his hand holding you, then lets go. When he does you make sure to stumble and lean against him, pressing your tight little body against him, making sure to let him feel some of the wetness still on your torso. As you do you say with a gasp, “Oh my, I'm so sorry, I think I got cum on your shirt.”

This causes the reaction you wanted, a desire to be anywhere but next to you, but sadly he isn't really a nice guy and he gets you off of him in a more violent way than you would have hoped. A back handed slap brings water to your eyes instantly and sends you flying to your right, the things on the floor skittering around the room and causing you to loose your footing and crash to the ground, hard. “Stupid fucking whore.” As he says this he even pulls out his pistol and levels it at you.

“Please no.” You beg, your hands making a futile effort to stop the bullets if he were to open fire. As your mind sees the look that tells you he is in fact going to kill you, the familiar sensation of your reflex enhancement kicks in and your hand flashes out to find something to throw, and does, a shoe. The chunky heeled wonder catches the gun right before he fires, and a lethal projectile slams into the floor just to your right. “Help!” You scream and scramble into the bathroom. He empties his entire magazine into the floor and walls after you, but none find their mark.

As you hear him reloading another voice says, “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” The madam asks.

“One of your stupid fucking whores walked in and distracted the doctor and the fucking thief got away. So I am going to go into that bathroom and kill the stupid fucking bitch.” He says at her with fury in his voice.

“If you want to kill one of my girls you are going to have to pay for her.” She says calmly.

“Pay.”

“Yes. I am happy to let you kill whomever you like. But you have to pay for them. They are mine. Now if you want me to help you find the elf I suggest we go check the back door and the ground floor windows. He didn't exit out the front or we would have spotted him. The longer he has to run the less likely we catch him.”

This seems to do the trick as when he answers his voice is much more calm. “Fine. Lead on.” With that the door clicks closed and once more you seem safe for the moment.