Minor mods

Snow had never learned to read and now, the doctor completely was completely ignoring her questions. He'd taken the masters instructions from that man who'd delivered her here. Now he was reading them, while absent mindedly mumbling to Snow, as if she was his pet. They mods would make her a happy happy girl, he kept saying. It didn't help. Did that mean he planned to mod her mind?

After waking up from the procedure, the first thing she noticed was the bright blue lights on the ceiling that made the warm room feel cold and heartless. She wriggled herself up and pushed back the blankets to inspect her new body. She felt a bit anticlimactic when she saw how little had been changed. Her skin was smoother, but they'd probably just removed her hair follicles. Her new name, 'FROST' 'BITE' was written in dark curly letters on her chest.

After a quick inspection, it was clear that they hadn't changed much about her breasts. Maybe her nipples seemed a bit darker. But that could very well be just her imagination.

They hadn't done anything about the scars on her upper legs and she still had the 6 nail-less stumps she liked to call fingers.

She used them to scratched her head, where a wig had seamlessly been glued to her skull. It was heavier than her own hair had been. And lighter too. While her own hair had been dirty blonde, this wig was white like the snow she was named after.

Snow could only wonder at the changes they'd made to her brain. After that IQ reduction and submissive boost her sweet pappa had given her, she'd needed weeks to get used to the time it took to form coherent thoughts like before.

The changes the hotel had given her were already more expensive than anything her old man would earn in a lifetime. Maybe they'd left her brain alone.