A ghetto hooker

Images and videos flash on a screen in front of you. Lots of rap and hip-hop videos. Cheap clothes and cheaper motel rooms. **** and people fucking, over and over again.

My name is Ladasha.

“My name is Ladasha” Kaitlin mumbled, her **** state slowing her thoughts of surprise at the name.

I will please my John. A picture of a man who resembles Robert flashes up, his shirt undone to show off his chest. Kaitlin assumed John was her husband's new name.

“I will please my John.”

I will service my John with my body.

“I will service my John with my body.” Ok, that was a little odd, she thought. It didn't stop the truth of the words from etching themselves into her mind.

I will do what my daddy tells me to do.

“I will do what my daddy tells me to.” Kaitlin was past trying to comprehend, the words ate into her mind and settled there like a blob of acid.

I love fucking for money.

"I love fucking for money."

She woke up in a haze, the **** from the operation still clouding her brain. A trio of worried looking doctors huddled over her. Her chest felt heavier, she realized.

"Wha, what's goin' on?" She croaked.

"Ma'am, we're very sorry to inform you, but there appears to have been a problem. Someone from outside the system hacked the assignment program for the automatic brain and body modification processes. It's all very technical, but the main conclusion is that you appear to have been provided an identity which is not authorized and is entirely not to our standard."

Kaitlin tried to process what they were saying as she sat up. She caught sight of the ample swell of her now mocha tits (she couldn't recall another word for them) and gasped, "What the hell happened to me?"

Doctor one cringed and handed her a set of jeans and top, "I'm sorry ma'am, but the changes are not reversible for some time. I promise the program will work to settle you and your family into a sutable location, but for now, we only have a hotel room."

Doctor number 2 asked, "Can you remember your name, ma'am?"

Kaitlin blurted out, "My name? Uh, Ladasha Williams. Wait, that don't sound like me!" she sat up and almost fell over at the rush of blood from her head. The sheet that had been covering her fell away, and she could see wide hips and thick brown thighs. "I'm Ladasha, not Ladasha!" Ladasha sputtered and stuttered in confusion for a few more minutes, but couldn't say her old name. All of the doctors cringed.