"You know what? Let's see what you're really packing." With that, Alice snapped her fingers and your clothes dissipated into smoke, leaving your body entirely exposed. You wanted to cover yourself, but you were still fully paralyzed. Alice moved around you, humming and hawing. "You seem pretty average, or within the confines of average according to the extremes I've been exposed to. It's really hard to tell with regular humans any more, like what's supposed to be too big or too small. Degenerates with access to magic have ruined the scales for me."
She snapped her fingers a second time, and you regained the ability to move! You immediately try to run, only to realize your legs are still frozen in place. You begin to wave your upper body wildly and shout for help, until a third snap occurs and you cease to move once more.
"You know, I wanted to see how receptive you were to a modicum of freedom. Get this through your skull: I am now your owner. If I so wanted, I could make you drop dead or melt into a pile a goo, and not necessarily in that order. I don't like wasting people like that, but it's not outside my comfort zone." She paused. "On the other hand, if you're compliant, you'll live a normal enough life with a few extra benefits. Maybe you'll even come out of this on top!" She stifled a snicker. "Now, I'm going to let you talk and move again. Do the right thing and you'll get more freedoms. Do the wrong thing, and I hope you're ready to be a mute for the rest of your life."
She snapped her fingers, returning the movement you had before. You stayed as still as you could, though you were trembling a little. Who knows how badly she could destroy you? After a pregnant pause, you decide to speak up. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I never told you my type of work, did I? I'm a Crafter. Spells, potions, magic equipment, it's all in my area. Since you're one of the first low-borne that I've marked, I'm going to try to eke every bit of value I can out of you. You'll likely become a Balmy after this, but that can always get undone once I get more resources."
You had no idea what she was saying, but being called a low-borne was probably not good. Still, it's not like you had a choice in this. "What's 'balmy?'"
Alice continued. "Oh, that's short for abomination. Pet phrase in the community for anything that's made of multiple animals combined."
"What?" You heard some muttering, and then felt a strange pressure in your nether region. To your horror, your penis and testicles began to implode into itself, burrowing into your own flesh. You could feel it boring through your pelvis, and your internal organs began to shift. You clenched as best you could, as if that would slow or reverse the process, but you're pretty sure you've now been changed into a woman. You began gasping for air. "What the hell?!" Your voice was the same, as was the rest of your body, but a slit was now present where your genitals once were.
"That couldn't have been too surprising. I just talked about getting more resources out of you. One moment." She muttered something again, and a burning sensation overtook your pectorals. Flesh seemed to pile and bubble from nowhere, rapidly expanding until you had a massive rack on your chest. You were no slouch, but these things were obstructively heavy, and threatening to pull you forward. You couldn't begin to imagine what kind of bust size these things were. "Human breast milk is used entirely too often in magic, both as an offensive and a defensive ingredient. Turns out, only females produce the right kind. Something about testosterone and tainting the final product. T-tainted milk can cause hermaphroditism, which can mess with all other kinds of magic. That's illegal in my circles. Real shame to bend your gender, but it's a necessary evil."
You were shaken (and now half-blinded) by your newest assets, but you mustered what you could to keep the conversation active. "Why is my voice the same?"
"I can change it if you want, but it's not like changing your testosterone levels will magically revert your voicebox, even when it's literal magic pulling out your testosterone." She paused. "You should produce a good gallon of human milk per day from those, and that should be plenty. Now, what else should I add..."