“So, are you sure we should go through with this?” Chloe Mitchell whispered to her partner, “What if someone comes looking for her?”

“No one will look for her,” Her partner said as he pushed glasses up the bridge of his nose, “She’s a foster kid, but she’s been abandoned.”

“Still, this feels...wrong.” Chloe said as she looked down into the operating room. On the operating table was the young girl in question, surrounded by many doctors who were hovering over her as they performed the surgery. She could barely see the tiny girl in the blue hospital gown who they had put under anesthesia. Chloe remembered how surprised she had been to see the malnourished girl, she was a tiny slip of girl, and her dark hair was splayed around her head.

“Well, it looks like they’ve finished.” Her partner said as the doctors moved away from the girl. Her partner turned to her and smiled, “Shall we go down there and say hello?”

Without waiting for her reply, her partner turned and walked out of the viewing room. Chloe glanced into the operating room before she followed her partner out into the hall. He pressed a button that called an elevator up, and the two entered the elevator once the doors had opened. The door closed and the two of them stood in silence once the elevator traveled down to the first floor of the lab.

“You know, what we’re doing here is something that’s never been attempted before.” Her partner said, “Along with her, the three other test subjects will be part of our ‘Huntress Initiative’.”

“You still haven’t explained what the initiative is even about,” Chloe said.

“Sorry, but the director has made it clear that those of lower clearance will not be privy to that information.” Her partner said as they reached the ground floor, the doors to the elevator slid opened and the two of them walked out of the elevator and into a high-tech elevator. They walked for a bit until they reached a door that had a scanner attached to it, her partner pulled out his card and slid it across the scanner, unlocking the door. They walked into the operating room, and one of the operating doctors saw them approaching the operating table.

“Ah, Doctor!” the operating doctors called out to her partner, “You made it in time, the girl is just waking up!”

True to his word, the girl blearily opened her eyes, which were now a shade of silver.

“I-I can see!” The girl shouted, “I can’t believe this!”

A smile bloomed on her face, and the girl turned to look at Chloe and her partner.

“Thank you, Doctor, and thank you too Ms. Mitchell.” The girl said.

“You’re welcome Ms. Clark,” Chloe’s partner said, “Now, in a weeks' time we’ll need you to come back to the lab, so we can make some...small adjustments.”

“What kind of adjustments?” Clark asked, and Chloe decided to answer.

“They’ll be adjustments to your neurons,” She said, “We want to make sure that everything is okay.”

“Yes, we’ll be giving you your own room until it is time for you to come back here,” Chloe’s partner said, “I’m sure that you will...appreciate the adjustments....”

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A week passed, and Rosie Clark found herself getting escorted back to the operating room. The guards that were around her kept giving her some odd looks, though she didn’t know why they were looking at her like that. She’d had to put on a hospital gown like the one she had worn during the operation, and she’d had to wear the same blue hospital slippers that she had worn last time. As soon as she reached the operating, she spotted what looked like a large, red scythe placed against a wall in the operating room.

“Ms. Clark, please lie down on the operating table.” Rosie blinked as she looked up to see that the Doctor was standing in the room that overlooked the operating room. He hadn’t done that last week, but Rosie figured that he just wanted to be a bit more involved during this operation. She did what her asked and lied down on the operating table. Like before, one of the operating doctors put a mask over her faces and Rosie was knocked unconscious once they filtered the anesthesia through the mask. But this time...something was different. Instead of being in a dreamless sleep like she was before, this time she found herself standing in what looked like a forest. She felt something heavy in her hands, and she looked down to see herself holding the scythe she had seen before. ‘Cresent Rose...’ the weapon’s name suddenly sprang into her mind, and suddenly knowledge of how to properly hold the weapon, how to fight with it, the fighting forms she could use....

Her surroundings became brighter once these instincts took root in her mind, and she woke up. She blinked as she could see again, the doctors who were around her backed away in shock.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as she got off the operating table. She stumbled as soon as her feet touched the ground, a sudden sense of vertigo washed over her. “Whoa....”

She shook her head. Her body felt...strange to her, her proportions didn’t seem quite right, and her skin felt as though it was being stretched. Her spine began to lengthen, causing her height to increase by a few inches. Her skin became healthier as she grew, and everything seemed to be a bit brighter than they were before. Her heart pounded in her chest as a sudden surge of energy coursed through her body, altering her genetic make-up even further by causing her internal organs to change as they were made to be more complex than a normal human. She sensed that an aura was forming around her body, wrapping her in an invisible hug.

The slippers she was wearing closed around her feet, and they began to lengthen up her legs, the bottom of her slippers gained red soles as buckles and four straps formed on her slippers. Her slippers transformed into black boots, and small heels formed underneath her boots. As of right now, her feet were a bit too small for her boots, but that would soon change as her feet lengthened to fit her boots. Stockings soon appeared on her legs, they tightened as they made their way up to her thighs. An image of a long-stemmed rose appeared on her stockings as they loosened up a bit on her legs.

“Um,” Rosie looked towards the doctors who were still looking at her in surprise, “Is this supposed to happen?”

The doctors shrugged; they didn’t know if this was supposed to happen since they were only told ‘what they need to know’.”

“That doesn’t help much...”

Rosie gasped as she felt her thighs suddenly pulse, before they began to swell outwards in size. As they grew, they rubbed against each other, causing Rosie’s face to flush and for her to let out a small moan. A line cut through the middle of her hospital gown, separating it into two halves. The bottom half of her hospital gown slid down her body until it had reached her waist, it then began to widen as red tulle formed underneath it. The color of her gown changed from white to black, and frills formed on the bottom part of her gown, transforming it into a skirt. Her hips flared out as her lower half bubbled in size, and her underwear transformed into panties as her lower half pressed against the back of her skirt. A black belt looped around her waist, and Rosie realized that there were magnetic clips on the belt.

“You may be confused at what’s happening to you right now.” The Doctor spoke up, and Rosie looked up at him, “You see this was an experiment we planned to use on people who wouldn’t be missed by society.”

“...What?” Rosie’s eyes widened in surprise as the Doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Her spine stopped lengthening at that exact moment, leaving her height as that of a young adult. Her stomach caved in, causing her torso to thin as her as her arms began to lengthen down the sides of her body. Her arms gained a bit of muscle, allowing her arms to gain more tonnage. The hospital gown she was wearing began to lengthen, the sleeves became a bit puffier as her gown transformed into a neck-high décolletage blouse with brown studded wristbands on the arms, and brown straps that wrapped around her back, which would allow her to carry a backpack. An over bust corset formed over her blouse, and a red strip on her corset tightly held her skirt in place, causing her waist to shrink in size. Her shoulders cracked inwards, and her sides pushed inwards, giving her an hourglass figure.

“But I thought that you were trying to help those who had disabilities,” Rosie said, “That’s what you said last week...”

“That was a cover story,” The Doctor said, “If the people knew what we were really doing...they’d shut us down, it’s best that they’re left in the dark about this.”

“That’s awful!” Rosie’s voice cracked as her vocal cords matured, “You’re tricking people into volunteering for your experiments!”

“So?” The Doctor shrugged, “They get their disabilities ‘cured’, and we get our huntress, I think that balances things out.”

Rosie felt a fire burning in her chest. She took a step forward and scowled at the Doctor.

“You won’t get away with this!” Rosie shouted. The Doctor rolled his eyes at this, causing the fire in her chest to burn even hotter than it was now. This fire in her chest caused her breasts to expand, they pressed against her corset, causing it to tent as the creases that formed helped to highlight her curves. Her back pushed inwards, causing her breasts to jut out slightly and become more prominent. A red cloak was tied on to a metal clip that had formed on her right shoulder. Her cloak draped down to her back as the final stages of the change began.

“You and the other three test subjects are part of our ‘Huntress Initiative’,” The Doctor continued, “As such, you now belong to us.”

Rosie’s skull reshaped itself, her mouth grew wider as her lips thinned, and her nose became smaller and daintier. Her cheeks puffed out as her eyes rounded out and grew wider, and her silver eyes seemed to shine even brighter than they had before. Her eyebrows thinned; their color changed from blue to black as her eyelashes became more pronounced. Black dye rushed down the roots of her hair, which had begun to recede from its normal length. Her hair shortened until it had reached her neck, her hair became choppy as red dye stained the tips of her hair, ending the transformation.

“You say that we belong to you....” Rosie smirked, “I disagree with that statement.”

Before anyone knew what was happening, she sped over to the scythe and grabbed it, before she seeming vanished, the only thing that remained were red rose petals....