Not to big and not to small is your motto as you look at the three options…A-Cup breast are consider a little small and C-Cup breast are considered a bit to big for you. You will only be 5.5 feet tall, but then you were only 6 feet tall to start off.
You look at the Minbari and then at yourself…what will become of you. The Minbari walks over and greets you with a smile…“You must choose.”
You look over the three choices and the first option looks the best. The breast are a moderate size…an B-Cup…not bad…with this size, you’ll have no trouble being noticed as a female. Your height, being only 5.5 feet, and your weight being only 170 pounds seems doable, but then of course, you can lose weight if you need too. You look at the other options and see no other problems with these transformations either. So it’s final…you look at the Minbari and nod confidently, “Option B.”
The young female Minbari smiles gently as she looks down at her console, “All three choices are within anatomical limits of our species. It’s interesting that you choose option B for most captive humans choose this option, not wanting to be to revealing, but then of course they are confident in their new appearance. Others choose option C because they see no other why of escaping their fate.”
“So what are you implying?” you ask the Minbari.
“It would seem that your spirit is strong, your will to be human although seems to be fading which is good for your progression, but your morals are strictly based on physical appearance…these are all characteristics of the Religious Caste…”
You pause for a moment, but shrug it off. As you stand inside this glass tube, the sound a machines fill the chamber until a white vapor floats down and fills the chamber. You are unsure of what is going to happen, and as you touch the glass…you can’t feel…you feel as if you are floating…weightless as the gas masks the functions of the nervous system. You have heard of anesthesia, but this level of technology would utterly make surgery pain free and enable the patient to remain awake, cutting the risk of death in half.
As a blue vapor intermixes with the white vapor, you can feel all your muscles constricting, as you begin to fall back you soon find yourself laying on a flat surface, slowly descending to a zero degree position. Now you can’t feel a thing and can’t move. Reality begins to conflict with lucidness as two machines slowly arise to level with your enormous breast. You can’t move your head, but out of the corners of your eyes, you can see the machines.
The machines go quiet and soon a red laser shoots out of the machines and makes contact with both of your breast. You can’t understand what they are doing, for they aren’t cutting into you…just reflecting on the sides of each breast.
With all this going on, you did not realize that another machine was lifting above you, and like the machines near your breast, these machines shoot a series of lasers around your stomach. Eight blue lasers begin shining on your legs your arms, your abdomen, and your chest.
With all these lasers, you notice another machine rising above your head. This machine is designed just like the other three machines and like the others; they shoot down a blue ray down at your cheeks, forehead, and neck.
You can’t understand what is happening for you can’t feel a thing and the two beams shining on your neck block your view while the other two blue beams on your cheeks are producing a blue haze that is making your eye sight a bit hazy.
You can’t tell how long this process went on, but soon all lights turn off and as your eyesight corrects, you look around…nothing looks different. As you look down at your chest, the two gigantic mountains have been reduced to two rolling hills with swollen, erect nipples standing tall from the cold air blowing in the tube.
As the fog begins to clear…you soon can twitch your fingers, move your toes and soon find yourself moving around. You don’t feel any different, but you can tell that your body has changed…you are much smaller in the waist, you hips retain their normal size, as so with your buttocks, but your huge breasts have been reduced to a B-Cup.
Immediately you can tell the difference…the weight is gone…the odd sensation of giggling anytime you breathe has been reduced to only when you move violently. You look at your new breast and they appear smooth, bowl-shaped cones, protrude from your hairless chest. As the glass walls are absorbed back into the floor you manage to sit up.
Looking at your legs, they are petite…thin, delicate, smooth…no hair…not even peach fuzz. As you stand up, you can immediately tell that you have shrunk…you are now only 5.5 feet tall and your weight is an adorable 170 pounds. The Minbari walks over to inspect your transformation.
“You look…well, more acceptable.” The Minbari notices that your long robes don’t fit you anymore, so she walks over to a machine…punches in a few numbers and out spits a new robe. “This should fit you better.”
You accept the robe without hesitation and change into that robe and hand the other robe to the Minbari who takes it over to the receptacle to recycle it. “That was…well painless!”
The Minbari nods, “Yes, you’ll find that as your body adapts to our technology, the stress and pain will be utterly eliminated.” The Minbari walks over to look at her monitor to see what next is to be scheduled…as she looks over the jobs completed, it states that removal of all male dominate DNA is an success, body modifications is an success, body enhancements is an success…now all that is left converting you psychologically to that of a submissive citizen of the Minbari Federation.
The Minbari looks at you and programs the computer to begin the next test, “If you look at the monitor you’ll see that you have two more test to successfully complete before we can take you to Minbar…before you are two options…have a look at them if you please.”
As you look down at the console, you see that there is a problem…you see that there are three options instead of two, and to make matters worse, they are not in the human tongue…they are in the Minbari tongue. You look up at the Minbari and ask, “Ah, there seems to be three options.”
The Minbari smiles and nods, “Correct…all three options will give you a bodily modification, but only two modifications will ensure that you will live a pleasant, happy life.”
“What is the other option?” you ask, nervous that it might have a harsh consequence.
“Can’t you read it?” she asks sarcastically.
“No…I can’t read this language!” you plead as you pray that she will help you. “I need your help…please!”
The Minbari shakes her head, sorry…I can’t help you…you have less then one standard Earth minute to choose, of the computer will choose for you…”