You were just a traveler trying to make your way through the bustling corridors of Aetherlines Prime’s futuristic airport, still disoriented from a long and luxurious flight. The air smelled of ozone and expensive perfume, with soft orchestral music piped through hidden speakers creating an atmosphere of forced calm. Without realizing it, you wandered past a subtly marked door labeled "Staff Integration Only" — the signage almost invisible against the gleaming chrome wall.

The moment you stepped through, the door hissed shut behind you with a pneumatic sigh, sealing you in a sterile white chamber. Your stomach dropped as the lights shifted to an icy blue hue, bathing the room in an unnatural glow. Before you could react, an automated voice resonated through the space, its tone perfectly modulated yet utterly devoid of warmth.

"Welcome, recruit. Initiation protocol alpha-7 engaged. Please remain stationary for preliminary scanning."

Panic surged through you as sleek mechanical arms descended from the ceiling on silent rails. The room was completely featureless — no obvious controls, no other exits — just smooth white surfaces that seemed to absorb sound. You tried to back away, but the floor itself shifted subtly, blocking your path. Cold scanning lasers played across your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as they mapped your form.

"Genetic profile received. Masculine template selected. Commencing physical restructuring."

Metal restraints snapped around your wrists and ankles with alarming speed, pulling you taut against a suddenly materialized examination table. The leather padding smelled of industrial cleaner against your skin. You strained against the bonds, feeling them tighten in response. A sharp pinch at the base of your skull made you gasp — a micro-implant being inserted beneath your skin, warm liquid spreading through your veins like liquid fire. Your vision blurred momentarily as a holographic display appeared before your eyes, showing your current form alongside a subtly altered version — broader shoulders, more defined jawline, intensified features.

"Resistance noted. Administering compliance suppressant."

A cool mist sprayed from hidden nozzles, and your struggling weakened as your muscles relaxed against your will. Your heart raced even as your body betrayed you, forced into submission. You watched in horror as your hands began to transform before your eyes — fingers lengthening slightly, knuckles becoming more pronounced. A dull ache spread across your chest as your ribcage expanded, your shoulders broadening against your will. You tried to scream, but your voice caught in your throat as your vocal cords began their transformation — emerging deeper, more resonant, not your own.

"Primary transformation at 30%. Estimated completion time: 45 minutes. Please remain calm during the procedure. Remember: Aetherlines Prime only accepts perfection."