Sharon 69 was now completely chromed over. Aside from that, the joint seams, and a few odd bits like her voice box sitting smack dab on top of her cleavage she looed exactly the same as ever. "Okay, I need some kind of signal from you girls. Come on now, anyone? Think of a signal? Anyone. If you're saying something like we used to, I can't hear it anymore so someone come up with a signal."
The other sharon dolls started looking around at each other and shrugging rather a lot. Soon enough, though they had formed an orderly procession and arranged a system to tap 69 on the shoulder. Soone enough they had crammed 4 dolls onto the platform and nodded. 69 had gathered that they were in a hurry to get the gross of dolls changed and an escape underway before they were changed into nymphomaniac dolls, or bimbo dolls or some such. That was certainly 69s worry. She nodded to the tapper and pressed the buttons she thought appropriate
The four dolls gathered on the platform glowed briefly and another four were sent up. Just lie 69, the others didn't transform immediately. However, by the time the next four got off the platform the effects were noticeable. Soon the first four dolls were squirming under their newly grown fur! As the second set started growing scales on their legs (but cutiously nowhere else), the first four were developing pulses and voices. "What did you do to us?" squeaed one of the furry Sharons who was developing a tail and ears identically russet to her sister sharons.
Robo-Sharon (number 69) thought for a few moments before realizing, "Processors indicate upgrades are random in nature each time the machine is active. This unit is not capable of altering the specifications at this time as the propper key code is not known." She made a coughing sound with her voice processor, "I mean I can't do anything about it... Although I do have the strangest urge to do some mindless repetitive tasks..."
Wed Aug 04 15:47:16 2004