This choice: She looked furtively from side to side, her smile dropping a gear. • Go Back...Chapter #6She looked furtively from side to side, her smi... by: Mr. George   "We need to leave, and now." she said in a firm whisper. The key turning in the lock was louder than her voice.
Beckoning you out, she plants one hand heavily on your shoulder.
"This way... it's quieter."
She directs you towards the far end of the cells, away from the main entrance. You spare the whores a glance as you pass. The nanites ensure they are all gorgeous, but the variety is infinite. You see triple breasted girls, and those with titties as big as their heads. They come in every ethnicity, and a few new ones too.
It sinks in that there aren't any other prisoners here.
"Cam... why here?" you ask her.
She scowls, at the informality. She doesn't like being addressed without her title in front of criminals.
"Two answers really." she smirks. "I could say I thought you might enjoy the scenery, or that the last place LePen would look for a man would be among the whores."
Blushing, you try to avoid looking at the girls.
With her hand resting on your shoulder, she guides you with gentle touches.
"Why like this?" you hiss back at her.
A pained look flashes over her face, "Some of my colleagues...." her voice trails off, but you already know what she was going to say.
"They're watching all the entrances and exits, so we need to be sneaky." she lightened up, sparing you a smile, "Oh, and I can be sneaky."
"That's good." you tell her, as you pass through the next door, leaving the cells behind.
"I'm glad you approve. Because I need to disguise you to get you out of here."
"A disguise... nanites?" you don't fancy your DNA being rewritten.
"Can I choose ..." you don't finish asking the question, already she's shaking her head.
"It's best that you just take the one I gave you, rather than risk revealing some aspect of yourself in your new form."
You accept her logic, although you aren't happy about someone else defining your new body.
"Wait... what... gave ... you said gave..."
You fall to your knees, as the nanites go to work.
"I'm glad you appreciate my sneakiness." she said, stepping back as you felt your skin start to ripple and shift.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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