You found yourself strapped to one of your operating tables, and above you were several subjects that you had worked on in the past. They had been guys that you had kidnapped and unwillingly transformed into girls with your advanced technology.

    "We don't know how to use your weird tools and machines," said the girl with blue hair, "so we'll just have to make do with what we have. Don't worry, we'll try our best to make you come out pretty."

    As they closed in on you, you really, really, really hoped that this was just a dream and that you would wake up soon. As if you could ever turn out pretty with those barbaric tools, anyway!