Perfect Fuckdoll
The laser intensifies and your clothes fall away, even as the girls start to remove their own. All the hair on your body is scoured as the arms go to work on your face. What seems like sharp needles enter your cheeks, but the sting is absent, instead just a pleasant feeling like the stroke of a finger. You feel your own personal nanites go to work inside your face, spreading warmth in your cheekbones. Looking at the mirror, you can see them raising incrementally, your face becoming a little more alien to you, a little more feminine.
Another needle pierces through your ears with all the sensualness of a tongue slipping over your lobes. Methodically, it repeats, each time leaving a piece of small jewelry behind. The machine moves on, continuing to implant a small bar through your cheeks like dimples, then a nose stud. Your mouth flops open unwillingly and a tongue stud is effortlessly implanted, another in your lower lip. Each time, just a warm rush of pleasure. The warmth spreads to your neck, and you suppress a gasp as your Adams apple just collapses.
A last needle slips into your lips, plumping them up, and your mouth begins to water.