A little black dress.

Rummaging quickly through her clothes you soon decide there isn't much here for you, she is just to much bigger than you. All you can really use is one of her tiny skirts, panties, and a loose top. You decide finally on a cute pink silky thong that feels amazing in your ass crack. A pair of fence net pantyhose is next, and just seems so right as it caresses your legs and ass nicely. Over this you give up on the skirt and top combo when you find a black vinyl dress that you imagine on her would be the micro of all micro skirts. On you it is just long enough to cover your naughty bits if you are standing completely still. The entire thing consists of very little actually, the front is cut down to the waistline, with a pair of grommet style holes by the breasts that has a tiny strap holding the dress together so your breasts don't burst out, similarly the sides are cut from the bottom all the way up to just below the arms where about a 2" band of vinyl holds the front and back together. To make the skirt more than simply a front and back flap there are similar grommet holes and straps, right at the hips that bring the front and back to about an inch apart. The top is then two straps about an inch wide that go over the shoulders and connect the tiny front to the equally revealing back. With a last bit of inspiration you grab about an inch and a half thick belt and feed on his holster and packs from the guys belt. Taking his gun you find it to be a somewhat compact styled polymer .45 auto that has 10 round clips, of which he has one in the gun and 4 more in a pouch on his belt that you also take. In addition to this you find a pair of steel handcuffs, a folding blade knife with a razor sharp 4? blade, and a pocket tool that has a bunch of tools on the folding arms of a pair of wire cutters and pliers. Over this you pull on a rather small coat that doesn't even go down to your waist, but you have to go with it because it feels a bit more rigid meaning it might just be a bit bullet proof, and it has enough pockets to stuff in the makeup, the little revolver and extra ammo, and syringe. Last but not least you rummage through her shoes and soon become aware that she must either take what she can get or share with other people, as there are several sizes of shoes here. Going with the only one that fits really well you slip into a pair of black open toe strappy sandals with 6" stiletto heels and about an inch platform under the toe.

Still sort of looking for more sexy things to try on, the network sends this room an alert that gets you moving. In 10 minutes you are wanted in room 3 for a gang bang. "Umm, no thanks. That can't possibly end well." This sends you into motion, and with the handy little tool you are able to make quick work of one of the bars in the window and slip out. Hanging there you start to worry about your choice of shoes as you start to become more and more sure your ankles are going to break on impact when you drop. But you can't hang forever either and let go. To your surprise as you land you drop to a crouch, your hands slapping the ground, but none of it hurts in the slightest. Satisfied, and happy your heels didn't break either you set into motion and head to where you stashed the prototype.

You are able to make pretty good time, whatever all they did to you it doesn't seem to have adversely affected your running speed or agility, in fact now that you are thinner and just overall smaller you are pretty sure you are even more agile than before, and it doesn't take any time at all to scale the side of the building to where you stashed the prototype and your guns. "Awe shit." It isn't there. Quickly you look around in panic, searching every inch of the rooftop. Finally a glimmer of silver, you spot the case and run over to retrieve it.

Just as you do a voice rings out, "I'll take that." You don't have to turn around to know who it is, the voice is all to familiar, the German guard that plowed your ass not so long ago. He looks you over before speaking, "My the doctor did quite a number on you, didn't she. I didn't even recognize you. Well other than this look being my idea, I have always wanted a little **** whore."

"Fuck you." You fire back at him with a smile, your hand inching toward your pistol. Sadly the sheer number of guards on either side of him stops your hand. "How did you find me?"

"Wait. No, you didn't actually think you got away did you?" He asks laughing, "You silly little bitch, we let you go, how else were we going to find that case, and just like she said, you led us right here. You have a tracking device implanted in your skull, along with a bomb." Saying this he pulls out a little device with a little antenna and a big red button. "Now step away or I push the button." He punctuates this last bit by opening the little safety cover that is over the button and flipping a switch on the device.

The instant he flips the switch your amplified hearing picks up a feint humming sound coming from you. 'Fuck he isn't bluffing, I have a bomb in my...' your thoughts are interrupted by the realization that the humming isn't coming from your head, but rather the left front pocket of your coat. Your hand instantly goes to the pocket wanting nothing more than to be rid of whatever it is, but he stops your hand.

"Not so fast, we know you have a gun on you. Just toss it down, step away from the case, and I won't have to splatter your brains all over this rooftop."

Your mind races, 'why would my coat be humm... the syringe, they never implanted it.' Your mind puts the pieces together and a plan comes to mind. You curse putting both the gun and syringe in the coat pockets, along with the other goodies, but you don't want to get shot pulling out makeup, so you shed the coat, adding, "Fine you got me. My gun is in the pocket." The cool night air caresses your scantly clad body and you really hope your armored skin and reflexes will keep you alive. "Take it." You say and throw the coat to them with a swinging motion so it will flutter in the air for at least a second or two, hoping this will be just enough distraction for you to make your escape. Wanting him to push the button you watch their eyes and once most are fixated on the coat you yell, "Fuck all of you." Snatch up the case with your left hand, yank the .45 from it's holster and unleash a stream of lead at them as you run as fast as your sexy legs will carry you toward the edge of the building.

Two guards fall, four others open fire blindly while diving for the ground, and the dude in charge simply says, "Stupid cunt." and pushes the button. For a split second you are sure you are wrong and you are going to explode, but sure enough the jacket bursts in a brilliant flash of energy sending slivers of the armored garment in all directions, wounding at least one person as you hear a voice cry out in pain. Gun empty you stuff it back in the holster as you hit the edge of the building and look over. Behind you howls of pain and shock are still coming from the guards, but you don't bother to take the time to look back, only down. The only thing you can see on this side to help your descent is a line of wires that is coming from an antenna on the roof. Quietly you say, "Hope this works." And leap down clutching the wires for all your worth. The wiring snaps loose of the wall the second you touch it, but the connection above holds. It is very good that you are strong and light as you can't imagine a full grown man doing this, but as it is you are able to quickly rappel down the wall with relative ease, the armoring on your skin protecting you nicely from any sort of rope burn.

As you hit the street you hear a voice above, "The crazy bitch just jumped off the edge." Just before several figures appear on the edge. Your legs straining to run you as fast as you can, you look for any kind of cover in case they start shooting. The street is pretty bare, but thankfully as you hear a shout of, "There she is!" Followed quickly by gunfire, you are able to round a corner, putting a large old warehouse between you and them. The slide down the wall certainly has bought you some time, but if you don't find something with wheels soon, or a place to hide, you will soon be captured once again.