"Subject now being transformed to perform the following preprogrammed function -- comfort woman," spoke the voice. "Alteration pattern partly determined by brain scan."
"'Comfort woman'?" wondered Jay, as the humming from the box increased somewhat in volume.
"Usually means a woman who's been coerced into having sex with soldiers," explained Brett, "but in this case, it could be a mistranslation from the original alien language, although we certainly..." He trailed off once he realized no one was listening to him anymore.
That was because Cindy, sitting on the small platform with her eyes half-closed and the metal cap on her head, was changing before their eyes.
Even with the orange jumpsuit that covered most of her, it was obvious that her body was changing from "petite" to "curvy," with her breasts and hips growing and her waist shrinking. She grew a few inches taller as well, evidenced by the bottom of the jumpsuit now revealing ankle and a bit of calf.
Invisible hands appeared to be painting her cute face with thick, colorful makeup, and her shoulder-length hair was quickly growing down to her ass as it faded from an orangish-red to a strawberry blonde.
The humming of the machine decreased in volume, and for a few seconds, nothing happened.
Rae finally spoke up to say, "Okay, this is messed --"
Once again she was interrupted, as the voice from the box said...
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