Her hands seemed wrong. She stumbled over to the mirror and yelped. Someone had done something to her.
She was still recognizable...but just barely. Her curves were...gone. She wasn't flat-chested, but from her perspective, she might as well be. And her face...she'd always taken after her mother, but now she could see some of her daddy there...
She looked like her own...less attractive sister. She tried to get her hair into shape and discovered something....brown roots...which was impossible, she was a natural blond.
She yelped.
Across town, a shadowy figure opened a briefcase and took out a large syringe. They looked down at the teenager they'd rendered unconscious and injected the contents into their bloodstream. They needed enough of a sample pool to evaluate the results.
