Her first steps as she slid out of the chair were not exactly graceful. Her body had gotten lengthlier, taller, her center of gravity now shifted as she took in the world through unfamiliar eyes. Allison's new almond orbs darted around, her hands going a bit wild as she sought out something to assist her balance. Her now six-foot tall frame nearly slammed right into the doorframe, narrowly stopped as she threw her hands up, some bangs of platinum blonde falling into her face. Catherine turned around, glaring at her, and Allison swore she could feel herself melting under just a look from the woman.
With a snap of the wealthy woman's fingers, a pair of bodyguards rushed to assist Allison, gently placing some clothes on her body for modesty while she was hurried downstairs. It didn't exactly surprise her as Catherine led them to a limosinue, one that she was hastily dumped inside of before her new boss elegantly slipped inside. Her hands still clung to the simple dress draped over her body, arms crossed over her chest as she reflexively tried to support the massive new weight upon her chest.
"You really must learn to walk, my dear, and quickly," Catherine announced with a slight smile as she leaned back in her chair, reaching down to grasp a glass of some fancy drink. "Still, I've seen far worse. At least you could stand up for a time."
She spoke with experience - it wasn't really that surprising she'd paid to have others overwritten, but still, Allison shuddered to imagine how much worse off some of those other poor sods might be. She got the feeling that getting turned into a copy of a gorgeous woman might be getting off easy with this particular client. "Uh... thank you?"
Catherine let out a bemused 'hmph' before taking a sip of her drink. She let the silence linger, enjoying the taste of whatever stupidly expensive liquor she was consuming, before setting the glass down and turning her gaze back to Allison. "Tell me, my dear - what do you imagine my intent to be, in granting you this incredible form?"
She blushed. "I uh... I haven't... I haven't really had time to guess, ma'am." She winced. "Uh... is ma'am... is ma'am acceptable?"
"For now." She slid closer on the seat, so close that she could lean in, face mere inches from Allison. Immediately she got the impression that her client was the sort of woman who took a great deal of pleasure out of looking into a mirror - and she was looking into an incredibly lifelike one right now. "You're not even familiar with what it is I do, are you?"
She shook her head slightly, and let out a wicked laugh. "I thought not. I make an effort to avoid... unneeded attention." She reached out, stroking a hand through Allison's hair with a gentle touch that sent a chill down the transformed woman's spine. "I operate an enterprise, one which seeks to... push the boundaries, you might say, of the same technology that's made you such a vision of beauty."
The car came to an abrupt halt, the jounrey having been smooth and quick - the sudden stop kept Allison distracted too long to move away as Catherine briefly kissed her. It was not the sort of kiss intended for both parties to enjoy, but rather, a quick barrage of Catherine's lips pressing themselves all over her face, feeling out every little nook and cranny. "Mmm. We'll have to see if we can improve it even further."
With that cryptic comment, the door opened, a suit-wearing bodyguard assisting Catherine and then Allison out of the vehicle. The latter found herself momentarily awestruck as she took in her surroundings: a massive, luxurious garage, easily holding at least a dozen vehicles each worth more than she'd made in her whole life. Classic cars, the latest in luxury, even the odd motorcycle here and there.
She was not allowed to linger, as Zhang quickly took her hand, gently tugging her forward into the grand hallway of what she guessed to be her client's home. It was truly massive, from what little she could see, a sleek, angular, very modern building. Elegant and refined in its own way, just like the woman leading her up a set of stairs and into another room. This one was not unlike the one in which she'd been given her overwrite; it was filled to the brim with computers and laboratory equipment, with a chair in the center, just like he one she'd been in for her transformation.
"It hasn't passed on to you, my dear, but I can assure you - I'm as brilliant as I am breathtaking." Catherine spoke with no small amount of pride as she released Allison's hand, stepping over to a table with several vials in a rack and waving for the woman to join her. "Come here, my dear, and do take that dreadful gown off."
She swallowed, anxious about appearing naked even with this amazing body, but quickly complied all the same. Stripped nude, she stepped up to the table, eyeing the various mutlicolored liquids. "You uh... this is your lab, then."
Catherine nodded. "I've spent quite a bit of time, developing... new applications, for the most wondorous technology of our age." She leaned forward, smiling and staring directly into Allison's eyes. "The way it's used now, overwriting bodies wholesale... it's so utterly blunt, so lacking in artistry or elegance. So, I devoted myself to creating a more... flexible approach."
She motioned to the various vials between them. "Within each of these is a retrovirus that, upon entering a body, will enhance it in some way. An improvement, pushing you well beyond the boring limits of the natural human form." She reached up, placing a finger on the bridge of Allison's nose and tracing it down her face, all the way to her chin. "Such a gift requires a suitably beautiful starting point. My own self simply can't be risked... and that, my dear, is your purpose here."
Finally, she backed up, hands extended towards the vials. "It will be your choice of what to start with, my dear. Simply drink from whichever you like... and we'll enjoy the experiment together."