Change

She spoke with a deep voice -- not from years of smoking but from the fact that she hadn’t been a “she” before all of the modification. It was why I was meeting her. She was an expert at obtaining body parts and having them replaced. You wanted to change genders or become part robot? She was the one you’d talk to.

Of course, the technology had been made illegal except in cases of emergency -- but she took care of all that paperwork, too. Most everyone in the club was a client. I would be one soon enough.

She took a drag of her cigarette and gave me a look before speaking in her deep, masculine voice, “So, what’cha looking to change about yourself today?”