You have had plenty of time to look over the options and already know the option B is your choice. The breast size is perfect, your height is a wee-bit short, but you can’t argue with being 170 pounds and having a petite waist of only 7.5 inches with your hips protruding out 12 inches.
“Option B…it seems to be the wisest choice.” You mention, not really caring who or what was listening.
The Minbari walks over and nods, “Interesting although…I’ve done this test many times and most humans choose that option…so why did you?”
You look at the Minbari and shrug your shoulders, “Don’t know I guess…just seems the most logical form to match along with the odd transformations you added to my body…like the advance respiratory system and external defenses that have not happened.”
The Minbari cocks her head, “What do you mean?” she asks
“Nothing…I’m just ranting…so how is this going to happen?” you ask, calming down and letting the Minbari be in charge.
The Minbari helps take off the robe to expose your naked body to the cold air. “All I need you to do is lie against the metal platform and stand still.”
“Will this hurt?” you ask as you walk over and lay against the metal grate that sends shivers up your spine.
“It should not if you remain completely still.” Says the Minbari as she walks back over to the computer to activate the machines that will work on you. As a thick glass tube rises from the floor, you soon find yourself encased inside the tube. Next the metal grate slowly pushes out a thin blade of metal, making the platform looking more like a gigantic dolly.
“I need you to stand straight and with your legs together on the metal platform.” says the Minbari through a speaker inside the tube.
You look down at the piece of metal and do as told. As you lay back with your legs tightly pressed together, you can feel the bed tilt backwards as you are laid flat. Just about at the same time, a white vapor descends from the roof of the chamber and fills the tube. As your mind conceives what this vapor does, soon another vapor, a yellow vapor descends from the roof and intermixes with the white vapor. As you inhale the vapors, you feel all tingly all over your body, and then as you hear a sound, you try to turn your head, but you find yourself unable to do so.
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 with two crystals aimed at your breast.
The machines go quiet and soon a red laser fills the crystal and 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 toned into two firm round mounds with swollen, fat nipples poking up due to 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…your once flabby mammaries have been toned and are like rocks hanging heavily from your chest. You feel you breast and then notice that your hips are about the same as so with your buttocks.
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 easily notice 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…”