The doe-morph, whose name was Zelde Kiramoto, was plainly disappointed that Ashley hadn't decided to go the stag-morph route, but tried to hide it. She acted enthusiasic about Ashley's decision to become a minotaur, a popular choice for people who wanted to adopt hoofed-animal qualities but remain bipedal.
"Miss Suprayanagar" she addressed Ashley "That's a very good choice, but there are some difficulties in transforming a 110 pound human female into a male minotaur, a gender/species combo that usually comes to about 800 pounds. Nothing we can't do, but it will take a few days extra and cost a little more." She sent a price quote to Ashley's headset, and Ashley accepted it.
"You'll be here for eight days, spending most of the time under heavy sedation as the nanites rewire your DNA, create new internal organs while deleting the ones you'll no longer need, and resculpt your body with the additional biomass we'll be feeding into it. Do you want to check in now or at a later time?"
"Now" said Ashley.
"You realize that our current level of technology this is irreversible, as most bodies can't take the strain of a second major transformation?"
"I do."
"Come this way."
A human attendant brought Ashley to a room with a table and a huge bank of machines, computers and tubes. It was very cold. Of course it is, she thought, the process must generate tremendous heat.
"Would you like a few moments alone to say goodbye to your old body?" the attendant asked.
"No" Ashley replied. "I'm ready to go."
"Is there anything you want us to do with your clothes?"
"Dispose of them however you like."
One last message came flashing through Ashley's eyepatch. It was Monica, saying she still didn't understand why Ashley was doing what she was doing, but wishing her the blessing of the gods anyway.
Ashley disrobed in the freezing room, took off her headset, put on the robe the attendant handed her, and lay down on the table. The machinery instantly put her into a deep coma. The attendant removed the robe.
The transformation began.