As your consciousness faded, you descended into a deep, dark, dreamless sleep. It was impossible to tell how much time passed, but it felt like an eternity of pitch-black nothingness.
Eventually you began to notice something that stirred you from your deep slumber, a barely-audible buzzing. A voice perhaps? Your body began to stir as the sound became clearer, and soon your eyes slowly opened.
Blinking through the dark fog that still lingered in your vision, you found yourself in an unfamiliar place. You were lying flat of a stiff hospital bed with a paper-thin cover stretched over your body. Glancing around, you noticed medical apparatus and machinery that wouldn't look out of place in a hospital, but the small concrete room was far too dingy to belong to a proper medical facility. It looked more like a basement.
As your vision sharpened and your groggy mind began to wake up, you became aware of two figures standing beside you. A man in surgical scrubs and a young professional woman in glasses. At the sight of the woman, your memories suddenly came flooding back. She was the one who abducted you and had you drugged!
Your heart jumped in your chest and you instinctively shot up into a sitting position. Your sudden movement caused the thin hospital sheet to fall from your chest, revealing something much more alarming. Two somethings.
The two massive tits that hung from your body were easily a H-cup at the very least. Your hands, looking much more thin and frail, immediately cupped these new acquisitions to check that they were real and you weren't just hallucinating. The milky white flesh spilled out from your hands and you could feel both their considerable heft as well as the icy cold sensation of your fingers on your new heavy breasts.
"What the hell?!" You screeched, your voice sounding bizarrely shrill.
"Please calm down and I will explain." The woman stated flatly.
But you couldn't calm down. Your hands quickly moved to your face, finding it to be smooth and clean-shaven. A wavy lock of pink hair fell into your field of view and you realized with horror that your hair now reached down past your shoulders and had been dyed a pale pink and curled at the ends.
"I said please calm down."
Still in a panic, you examined your body next. Your muscles were gone entirely and your waist was noticeably thinner, but the most obvious change was the noticeably increased size of your hips and butt. Fearing the worst, you ripped off the sheet that still covered your lower body and choked back a scream at what you saw.
Your penis was gone entirely. Nestled between your hairless legs was a smooth, blank, doll-like crotch marked with a faded vertical scar.
"What have you done?!" You cried out again, your voice undeniably high and feminine.
Now in a full-blown panic, you began to writhe and squirm in a feeble attempt to escape from the bed.
"Calm. Down." The woman stated more forcefully his time. "Everything is reversible."
This snapped you out of it and immediately caused you to settle down.
"Reversible?" you whimpered shakily as tears rolled down your cheeks.
"Correct. The alterations to your face and body are all 100% reversible. The implants and liposculpture procedures our doctors used to alter the shape of your body can be easily undone. The voice-altering tracheal implant can be removed safely, and the modifications to your face were performed through surgery-light techniques that are completely reversible."
Still crying, you managed to gasp "But you removed my dick!"
"No. Your genitals were simply tucked inside your body temporarily via a simple operation. Rest assured that your anatomy is fully intact and can be restored to its prior state."
This news did manage to calm you down just a little bit, but you were still in shock at this violation of your body and freedom.
"But why? Why did you do this?" you cried.
"Our employer intends to give you a job. You have been temporarily altered to better suit this new position. I promise you that once the initial shock wears off, you'll find this to be quite a fortunate turn of events."
You sniffled weakly as the doctor left the room, apparently satisfied with your condition.
"Before we found you, you were poor, underpaid, unqualified. By working with us, you will be given a well-paying job beyond what you could have possibly hoped for. And once you've earned enough to pay off the surgeries and pay back our employer, you can return to your old life as if nothing happened. If you choose to stay with us for a little longer, however, you could leave with a tidy sum of money to keep for yourself."
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" You asked.
"Your job is simply to look pretty. And we've already handled most of the heavy lifting, there."
Seeing the obvious confusion on your face, she continued, "Our agency will hire you out to private venues and events hosted by wealthy clients. I'm not exaggerating when I say that your job is simply to look pretty. Clients will pay a hefty sum just to have attractive female guests and hostesses at their events. If you'd like to earn more, we can train you for more active positions, but for the most part, you just need to dress in the clothing we provide and practice good etiquette."
At last you were starting to calm down, and the tears had stopped flowing. If what she said was true, you weren't doomed to look like this forever. And as ridiculous as it sounded, perhaps this really was a good opportunity.
She placed a folded garment on your bed, a simple cloth robe.
"Put it on, and I will escort you to your dorm. Your orientation begins tomorrow."