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cubicle. Slowly, the lights began to flash gently, and Laira shut her eyes. If it was going to vaporize her or turn her into a donkey, she didn’t want to watch while it happened.
    A rippling sensation danced over her body. Guardedly, she opened her eyes and watched the blue glow play across her skin. As the beams moved over her body, they sparkled a bit and were gentle and caressing. Almost like receiving an allover massage. Laira moved this way and that making sure she got every inch clean. Maybe this wasn’t too bad. She raised her arms and laughed as the vibrations hit her under the arms, then gasped as they touched her breasts. The sensation moved around and around each nipple until they stood out like hard points.
    Crossing her arms over her chest, she stepped toward the door. Instantly, the radiance stopped, and the entry slid open. Laira nearly tumbled out of the chamber. What the fuck was that thing? Then she remembered Isha’s words, about the chamber being a pleasant experience. She snorted, rolling her eyes. Whatever it was, she was not going to let it distract her. Her goal was to return home, and she was going to do whatever it took.
    After a brief nap, since the shower had sucked the energy out of her, Laira decided she had to regain her strength. Without stamina, she was weak and helpless. That was not a state she found attractive. She’d never allowed anyone to take care of her, and she wasn’t about to start now. She also realized attempting to work out in the tissue wasn’t going to work, either. Hell, her breasts were large enough now that she might put out her own eye leaping around. She went back to the room she had originally woken in so she could raid the cabinet. The door swung open to show her a small stack of gray cloths. Jeez, did these people have no need for color?
    She pulled out two and went about fashioning a top and bottom for herself. After much fiddling, she had a, sort of, bikini. The top crossed behind her neck and tied, but actually supported the weight of her new breasts. She pulled up the bottoms between her legs and tied them over both hips. She looked at herself in the mirror and snickered. The bottoms definitely resembled a diaper, but she really didn’t care. She just needed something that wouldn’t allow her bits to flap around.
    Slowly, she began to stretch and limber up, and her new outfit held. She wasn’t sure how long she would last since she was already getting tired, but she wanted to see what this new body could do. She wanted to push it to the limits, because she knew she had to. Gaining her freedom was of the utmost importance, and to do that, she needed to be strong.

Chapter Two
     
    Sweat poured down Laira’s face as she gasped for breath. The muscles in her arms and back shook with strain. Her legs longed to collapse, but she stayed strong. Only four more, she thought, just four, and I can stop.
    “What are you doing?” Isha broke her concentration. “I have not seen you much in many days. I knew you hid out in here so wanted to check to ensure you lived.”
    “Lived? What are you talking about?” she grunted out.
    “Some who are brought here don’t do well. I’ve heard of girls who take their own lives. I’ve also heard of a few that have gone mad. I was concerned you were one of them.”
    Laira, arms giving out, dropped to the floor, breathing heavily. “Fuck, no. I’m doing pushups. I just didn’t want to do it out in the big room with everyone watching. I figured no one is using this space, so I’d use it. I’m exercising to get in shape.”
    Isha nodded slowly. “Why? What shape are you hoping to attain?”
    Laira wiped her face with a piece of sarong fabric. “Getting in shape means to build up your body, your stamina. I want to be strong again. When the alien shitheads kidnapped me and screwed with my DNA, they pissed me off. Now that I’ve been working this new body, I’m really satisfied.” She flexed her arms and watched smooth