Gets ready to leave

It took a half hour for the doctors to explain to her how sorry they were, and how they planned to fix the unfortunate effects of the unlicensed hack of their modeling software. Ladasha took their offered clothes and got dressed, alternately in periods of stunned silence and outbursts of rage at what had happened. She would lash out at the doctors in her new voice, "Whatchu gonna do to fix dis?! Ah cain't live like this! Mmmm mmmm, no suh! You betta figga out how you gonna fix Ladasha, you betta!" and then sinking into a silent depression as it dawned on her what she sounded like.

Her new clothes compounded her shock. Where she'd previously been proud of her slim figure, even after two children, her new vocabulary offered up a word to describe her new body: booty-licious. Her stretch pants were 5 sizes larger than what she'd worn as Kaitlin, and she still had to pour herself into them. Her waist wasn't much changed, it was still tapered, but her inflated ass and thighs gave her body the form of an upside down wine glass.

They didn't have a bra for her, "sorry, we don't usually model breasts to your size" one of the doctors explained. The stretchy, clingy top they gave her was a little small, It stretched over her tits and clearly showed her large nipples through the fabric. Ladasha tried and failed to pull it down enough to reach her navel. She put on the sneakers and faced the mirror. Her now kinky black hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, long strands of it dyed bright purple by the machine.

She held back tears as she tried again to pull her shirt down over her stomach, the effect highlighting her breasts and voluptuous figure even more. In the cheap, skin tight clothes, her body oozed sex appeal. "I bet I could get a John to pay top dolla fo me," she mumbled to herself. She had no time to consider why the thought had occurred to her before the door opened.