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Cassandra: A new lease of life
1st Edition
Part 1 of 3
Rose emerged from the elevator, sighing as she checked her clothes, happy to see them all dry after her sudden surprise on the way down. She was greeted by a rather peculiar-looking man standing in the doorway just ahead of her. Around her, the dark, dank corridor was littered with scrap metal, trash and old equipment.
“The human child is clean.” Said Chip, cocking his head slightly.
“Er, I’m looking for ward 26?” Asked Rose cautiously, unnerved by Chip’s unblinking gaze.
“This way, Rose Tyler.” Says Chip, scuttling off down the corridor.
Rose gazed around, spotting an old metal pipe. She picked it up and held it to her side, reluctantly following Chip down the dank corridor.
After some time following Chip, who kept looking back to make sure she was still there. They approached a room at the far end, where Rose could hear music and voices. As she got closer, she saw an old reel projector playing a video of a very familiar woman.
“Wait a minute, that’s…” said Rose.
“Peekaboo.” Chirped Cassandra. Hanging there in her beaten-up old frame, her brain floating in a small tank below her. Cassandra’s gaze set upon Rose, a haunting sight for both of them, seeing that neither one of them had changed much since they last met.
“Don’t you come anywhere near me, Cassandra!” Said Rose firmly, raising her metal bar towards her.
“Why? What do you think I’m going to do? Flap you to death?” She scoffed. Gazing at Rose’s young, perky body. Envious, to say the least.
Cassandra longed desperately to feel young and sexy again. To grasp some firm, supple curves in her own two hands once more, to share the feeling of a tender kiss.
“Yeah, but what about Gollum?” said Rose, gesturing at Chip with her metal pipe.
“Oh, that’s just Chip. He’s my pet.” Cassandra replied.
“I worship the mistress!” Chip barked, stroking her carefully.
“Moisturise me, moisturise me.” She said quickly, closing her eyes.
Chip dashed to grab a spray bottle and proceeded to glaze her thinly stretched skin with a mixture of chemicals.
“He’s not even a proper life form. He’s a force-grown clone. I modelled him off my favourite pattern. But he’s so faithful. Chip sees to my physical needs.” She continued.
Her mind once again drifted to more intimate places, desires she’d never been able to truly satisfy since her original body became unusable.
“I hope that means food. How comes you’re still alive?” Asked Rose.
“After you murdered me!” Spat Cassandra. One of her eyes twitched with anger, still able to recollect the pain of her previous demise.
“That was your own fault.” Rose protested, keeping an eye on them both.
“The brain of my mistress survived. And her pretty blue eyes were salvaged from the bin.” Chip interjected, stroking his mistress fondly.
“What about the skin? I saw it. You, you got ripped apart.” Rose grinned.
“That piece of skin was taken from the front of my body. This piece is the back.”
“Right! So you’re talking out of your a…” Rose quipped, openly grinning at her.
“Ask not!” Cassandra spat bitterly, glaring at Rose. Desperately wanting to reach out and slap her for such a comment.
“The mistress was lucky to survive. Chip secreted m’lady into the hospital.” Said her faithful pet.
“So they don’t know you’re here?” Said Rose.
“Chip steals medicine. Helps m’lady. Soothes her, strokes her.” Said Chip happily.
“You can stop right there, Chip.” Rose retorted.
“But I’m so alone, hidden down here. The last Human in existence.” Cassandra sighed, smirking faintly as she spoke.
“Don’t start that again. They’ve called this planet New Earth.” Said Rose, sick of Cassandra’s antics.
“A vegetable patch.” Cassandra spat, disgusted at the thought.
“And there’s millions of Humans out there. Millions of them.” Rose snapped back, proud that the human race was still thriving.
“Mutant stock!” Cassandra spat, refusing to accept them as actual humans.
“They evolved, Cassandra. They just evolved, like they should. You stayed still. You got yourself all pickled and preserved, and what good did it do you?” Rose responded.
“Oh, I remember that night. Drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace. That was the last time anyone told me I was beautiful. After that, it all became such hard work.” Said Cassandra, pining over the video as it played, remembering how things used to be. Feeling relatively empty inside as she sighed.
“Well, you’ve got a knack for survival, I’ll give you that,” Rose admitted, admiring the woman’s determination.
“But I’ve not been idle, Rose, tucked away underneath this hospital. I’ve been listening. The Sisters are hiding something.”
“What do you mean?” Rose asked curiously.
“Oh, these cats have secrets. Hush, let me whisper. Come close.” Said Cassandra, who would’ve beckoned her over if she still had fingers.
“You must be joking if you think I’m coming anywhere near you.” Rose scoffed, backing away with her metal pipe aimed at Cassandra.
At that moment, an energy field appeared on either side of her, pinning her in place with her arms stuck out to her sides. Rose gasped in fright.
“Chip! Activate the psychograft.” Said Cassandra hurriedly. Feeling a rush of excitement, she finally had the chance to live a new life!
Chip dashed to a lever on the wall nearby and threw it, activating another device that lowered an energy field around Rose.
“I can’t move. Cassandra, let me go! What’re you doing?” Rose yelled.
“The lady’s moving on. It’s goodbye trampoline and hello blondie.” Said Cassandra victoriously, her single thin piece of skin dissolved into a pink misty energy.
Cassandra gasped as she felt her physical form dissolve, feeling all faint and tingly until suddenly everything went black. Feeling as though she was floating in nothingness, about to vanish forever.
Rose gasped as the pink mist entered her body, quickly disappearing as all the equipment shut down. Cassandra caught a brief glimpse of the room from Rose’s perspective before she collapsed in a heap, having been released from the psychograft.
“Mistress?” Called Chip worriedly, rushing to her side as she came to.
“Moisturise me, moisturise me.” She said weakly. Chip quickly responded, dashing back to her frame to fetch her moisturiser.
“How bizarre. Arms. Fingers. Hair!” Said Cassandra with awe. Her voice no longer her own as she spoke, grasping her new lush locks of blonde hair. The sudden rush of long-forgotten sensations flooded her brain.
“Let me see! Let me see!” She squealed, scrambling to her feet and dashing over to a nearby mirror, almost toppling over as she got to grips with having appendages again. She gasped upon seeing her new reflection.
“Oh, my god! I’m a chav!” Cassandra exclaimed, checking out her body in the mirror. Unsure of her new appearance now that she could see it through Rose’s eyes.
“Look at me! From class to brass. Although, oh, curves. Oh baby, it’s like living inside a bouncy castle!” She chirped, jiggling her body playfully.
The feeling of weight and substance on her body felt delightful, with plenty to grab and feel. She couldn’t help but trace her hands over her new curves.
“The mistress is beautiful!” Said Chip.
“Absolutement! Oh, but look.” Said Cassandra, looking back at her old frame sitting lifeless. Feeling a slight sense of loss as she gazed upon her former body.
“Oh, the brain lead expired. My old mistress is gone.” Said Chip.
“But safe and sound in here.” Cassandra giggled, quickly turning her attention back to her excellent, bouncy new form.
“But, what of the Rose child’s mind?” Asked Chip.
“Oh, tucked away. I can just about access the surface memory. She’s… Gosh, she’s with the Doctor! A man, he’s the Doctor! The same Doctor with a new face! That hypocrite! I must get the name of his surgeon. I could do with a little work. Although, nice rear bumper. Hmm.” Said Cassandra, gazing longingly into the mirror as she slid a hand down her perky butt.
Moments later, her butt began vibrating as her phone. She and Chip glanced down at her butt as she pulled out the device from her back pocket.
“Oh, it seems to be ringing. Is it meant to ring?” She asked curiously.
“A primitive communications device.” Said Chip, gesturing how to answer it. She flipped open the phone and answered.
“Rose, where are you?” Asked the Doctor.
“How does she speak?” Asked Cassandra, glancing back at Chip.
“Old Earth Cockney.” He whispered confidently.
“Er, wotcha.” Cassandra chirped, attempting to mimic Rose’s voice.
“Where’ve you been? How long does it take to get to Ward 26?” Asked the Doctor.
“I’m on my way, governor,” she giggled. I shall proceed up the apples and pears.”
“You’ll never guess who I’m with, the Face of Boe. Remember him?” Said the Doctor cheerfully.
“Of course I do! That big old, boat race.” Said Rose, toying with her necklace as she faked a smile.
“I’d better go. See you in a minute.” Said the Doctor, promptly hanging up.
“This Doctor man is dangerous.” Said Chip.
“Dangerous and clever. I might need a mind like his. The Sisterhood is up to something. Remember that Old Earth saying, never trust a Nun? Never trust a Nurse. And never trust a cat. Perfume?” She said, sliding her phone back into her pocket as she turned to Chip.
Chip quickly handed her a small vial, which Rose carefully tucked between her boobs. She sighed as she took another look at herself in the mirror.
“You know what? I could do with a little work. Just to neaten things up a bit.” She giggled, turning back to Chip again.
“We’re in a hospital; surely there must be some kind of surgeon who’ll be willing to help. On that note, I should hop onto that reporter I’ve heard about. I’m sure he’ll pay handsomely for the information we’ve gathered about this place. Enough to cover my expenses and then some.” She said, watching as Chip bowed to her.
“The Mistress is wise. I believe there is one on the uppermost levels.” Said Chip.
“Let’s get underway then! We’ve not a moment to waste if I’m to keep hold of this body.” Said Rose, marching off down the dark, dank passage towards the elevators.
“Shall Chip accompany the Mistress?” He asked, following her like a lost lamb.
“Uh… No. You can call up that reporter for me. You have all the details and know where he needs to send the funds, saves me the hassle whilst I get some work done. Now run along! Good dog.” Said Rose, ushering Chip off to run her errands.
“At once, Mistress.” He said, dashing off to one of his many secret passages.
Rose smiled as she called the elevator, neatening up her clothes and clearing her throat. After adjusting her boobs again, she stood waiting for the lift to arrive.
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Rose stepped out of the elevator and into the private clinic ward, gazing around for any signage that might help point her in the right direction.
Seeing no one around, she picked a direction and strolled that way, hoping to find something or someone.
After a few minutes, she found what looked like a waiting room: a brightly lit white sterile room with a lone human receptionist seated behind a similarly coloured desk.
Rose cleared her throat, prompting them to look up from their holographic screen in surprise.
“Ah, hello. How can I help you?” They asked politely.
“Hi. Um, I need to get some work done. Where might I find a decent surgeon?” Rose asked.
“Oh, right. There’s one just down the hall, to the left; he’s only a few rooms down.” They replied.
“Thank you, my dear. Good day!” Said Rose, turning around and heading out. Leaving the receptionist alone once more, their face dropped as they sighed, returning their attention to their screen.
Rose strode down the corridor, neatening herself up again as she approached what appeared to be the right room. A middle-aged man smiled as she entered.
“Greetings, young lady! How can I help you?” He asked, rising from his seat and approaching her, eyeing her from head to toe.
“Ah, just the man. I’m in need of a few physical alterations. Nothing drastic. Just a spot of fine-tuning.” She replied confidently.
“Of course, certainly. You’ve come to just the right place. What is it you have in mind? Tell me how I can perfect your wonderful body?” He asked, tapping a small control panel beside his workstation and causing the transparent glass walls at the front to change to frosted, granting them some privacy.
“I could do with a bit more curves around the hips and waist, perhaps add some more volume up top. Just to help fill everything out a little more, you know?” She Rose, posing in front of a mirror as she removed her clothes.
“Maybe tighten up the jaw a little too?” She added, stripping down to her bra and underwear.
“Ah, wonderful choices, madam. Might I also recommend a slight lift around the eyes? Just for a little more longevity. But we can certainly get the rest sorted.” He chirped.
“What’re we thinking, a couple more inches on the bust, maybe 1 or 2, complemented with a broadening of the hips, which will allow for another 3 inches on the buttocks, following down into extra more centimetres on the thighs to balance everything out? Go for more of an hourglass-style figure, no?” He added, examining her body closely.
Rose felt a slight rush of excitement as he touched her soft, young flesh, having almost forgotten what that felt like after so long.
She gulped slightly as she felt his warm hands tracing over her body gently. He described how changes could be made and where. Rose shivered somewhat as a flutter shot up from her young and eager vagina, yet another sensation she’d long since forgotten.
“Uh, yes, yes, quite. Shall we get started then?” she said, trying not to seem nervous as her new body's hormones went crazy.
“Certainly! Please, if you could just step this way madam.” Said the surgeon politely.
“I just need to take a few scans in order to preserve your original appearance. And then we will create a 1:1 holographic copy that we will first make alterations to. Then, once you are happy with the results, we will apply them, and Ta-Da, your new body is ready to go!” He added, his fingers dancing across the controls of his workstation.
“A copy? Why on Earth would I want that? I just want the changes made and’ll be on my way!” Said Rose sharply.
“Standard practice, I’m afraid, madam; I cannot make any changes without it. These changes are permanent, so we have to be sure they are exactly to your liking before we proceed.” He replied, clicking his tongue and wincing before he spoke.
“Well, alright, I suppose, if you insist.” She rolled her eyes.
“Excellent, madam. Arms up, please, like so.” He said, holding a T-pose as an example. Rose copied him and held the same stance as he switched on the scanner.
A field formed around her, causing her to gasp slightly as flashes of Rose’s recent memories surfaced briefly, sending chills up her spine.
The surgeon glanced at her momentarily, giving her a thumbs up and a sincere smile. Rose gulped as she felt that sudden wave of fear subside slowly, and for a brief moment, she could hear Rose inside her head, screaming and crying, cursing Cassandra for what she was doing to her.
She shook it off and tried to relax as the scanner activated, a laser beam aimed down at her from above, gradually descending around her in a circular motion until it reached her feet. It made another pass as it returned to the ceiling before disappearing.
“Perfect! Now we can get started! So, please, show me what you want improving.” Asked the surgeon, gesturing at the holographic copy of Rose that appeared before them.
“Narrow off the nose a little, tighten up the jaw, maybe add a little volume on the cheeks. A slight tweak to the eyes, and lift the brows up a touch.” Said Rose confidently, watching as her holographic copy changed.
“Take the bust up a few sizes, and perhaps, as you said, narrow the waist, add a couple of inches to the hips and tooshie, fill out the thighs to bring it all together.” She added, glancing at the surgeon, urging him to get to work.
“I sense this is not your first time under the knife, so to speak?” He asked.
“Oh, you have no idea. Anyway, hush and get to it.” Said Rose sternly, gesturing her fingers at him. The surgeon nodded, smiling politely as he tapped a control panel on the wall, summoning his vast array of equipment.
“Of course, of course. Let’s start up top and work our way down, shall we?” Said the surgeon politely, gesturing behind her as a fancy medical recliner formed from the ground behind her.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the Doctor had just been given a hint from the Face of Boe that something wasn’t right with the hospital, prompting him to go snooping.
After a little digging, trying to stay out of sight of the nurses, he stumbled upon an access hatch leading to the basement. Much to his horror, he found the army of lab rats the nurses kept locked away below.
“And I had such high hopes…” he muttered to himself. Moments later, he was confronted by two nurses.
“Hopes for what exactly, may I ask?” Said one of the nurses. Keeping their distance from him as he turned to face them with an unnerving frown.
Rose, however, was laid back comfortably as her surgeon had begun a series of injections that would soon stimulate the growth of her breasts whilst he made minor alterations to her face.
“Just so you’re aware, the injections may induce various reactions, especially once the expansion begins.” Said the surgeon calmly.
“That’s fine. Sure it’ll be…” Rose gasped, feeling a deeply sensual tingle in her boobs that morphed between pleasure and pain in quick succession.
Upon seeing her reaction, the surgeon smiled, resuming his work on her face with ease even as she started to squirm. But the atmosphere was suddenly shattered when alarms began blaring.
“Attention! This building is under quarantine! Please remain calm. This building is now under quarantine.” Said a female computerised voice.
The pair jumped slightly at the announcement, looking around as containment barriers came down over the office's entrance. They shared a concerned look, wondering what could possibly be happening on New Earth. Little did Cassandra realise that this would be the least of her worries today.
End of part 1