*knock knock*
'Everything OK Marty?' a soft female voice came from the hallway outside.
Amy smiled as she had an idea. She whispered to her minions 'Play dead.' The two laid down on the floor without question.
The naked amazon then pushed a few buttons on the Extractor, then cracked the door.
'Hi, I'm we need some help. There's been an accident and I don't know what to do!'
Amy moved so she would be behind the door when it opened.
A slender hand pushed the door open. Amy heard a gasp as the newcomer saw the two bodies sprawled out on the floor. Footsteps sounded out as the woman hurried towards the bait.
Amy closed the door with one hand and used the extractor with the other. The woman stumbled and fell; drained of aggression, willpower, and intelligence.
The femboys stood and moved the stunned woman to the chair. As she came to, Amy smiled.
'You are my obedient servant, as are the two girly boys here. Your greatest desire is my happiness. I am your world, your mistress.'
The woman smiled. 'Yes mistress!'
'Before I finish my adjustments to you, tell me, who is the most gifted researcher here with technological devices like the Extractor?'
The woman nodded. 'Oh! Definitely Doctor Karanova! She's sooo smart!'
With this answered, Amy looked her latest servant over. She was one of the nurses, probably in her mid 30s. Wavy blonde hair fell to mid back, with her bangs on one side threatening to hide one of her ice blue eyes. She was fairly tall, but curvy - bordering on plump. While Amy had no clue if the woman had kids, if she did she would fit the MILF stereotype perfectly.
'Good. There are a few more things I need from you.'
Amy set aside the woman's drained attributes.
She pressed another button, setting it to drain femininity. A small dial allowed her to reduce the level drain to 2/3rds. She pressed it against the base of woman's skull and pulled the trigger. Her hips narrowed and chest shrank, while her waist thickened slightly. Her formerly plump lips thinned and her round face became more angular.
Inspecting her work, she opted for one more set of changes. Amy drained the woman of her age and inhibitions. She woke the woman to ensure total memory loss and added the last of her conditioning.
'Your name is Sam, you are a tomboy and proud of it. You like it best when others do the thinking for you. Helping others, especially by satisfying their sexual needs, gives you a sense of deep fulfillment.'
The androgynous teenage girl nodded.
'Now go wash off that make-up and cut your hair into something more appropriate for a tomboy like you. In an hour, go find Dr. Karanova. By then I will have remade her and you will assist her.'
Amy wasn't sure why she was doing this, but she couldn't help herself. She had a deep need to pursue power and remake others to suit her desires.