Sonic snooped around the latest factory that Sally had sent him to snoop out. Eggman had been sending Mobians in there, but for whatever reason, none came out, no life-signals showed up on the scanners, nor did any Robian signals, and while Eggman was illogical, he wasn't foolish enough to cast aside perfectly servicable slaves. Naturally, Sonic had been sent to scout the area out, to find it what was going on.

He kicked in a window, and dropped into the room on the other side, but as he edged forward, a robotic shot out of the ceiling, and grabbed his waist. FOur more appeared, attaching to his limbs, as they lifted him up, and began dragging him out of the room.

"Hey, let me go!" He yelled, trying to spin his way free. Nevertheless, he was brought to what looked strangely like the bathroom of a large house.

His gloves and shoes were torn off. He was then dunked into a bath full of pink liquid. MOre arms, equipped with sponges, lowered down and began to wash him all over. THen, they lifted him out, and dried him off, revealing that he was now, much to his surprise, a woman. He had softer fur, still his usual shade of blue, but he, or rather she, had supple, smooth, and shiny skin, and elegant, womanly curves, complete with C-cup breasts and a heart-shaped rear. Between her legs, the familiar package was missing, replaced by a rather moist womanhood. She looked over her new body in the mirror... but strangely felt rather comfortable looking like this.

"Oh wow..." She said, mildly surprised by her new, feminine voice. "I look rather attractive... "I could go for a new hairstyle, though..." She mused, apparently unperturbed by her sudden change in attitude. "The spike look doesn't suit me anymore... it's far too...masculine."

The arms seemed to respond, and sat her down on a chair, bundling her damp quills into a salon-style hairdryer. It whirred into life, as the arms prepared brushes, combs, curlers, and hairspray. Sonic's quills were curled back over themselves, piling them up to give her a full mane. She smiled at the new look, admiring her newly-made beauty. A logical onlooker would've quickly realised that whatever was in that bath had evidently had a significant effect on her mind as well, but to Sonic, she simply thought that whatever made her feel this good couldn't possibly be bad.

"I'll need some makeup..." She said, as the arms whisked her away to the vanity table. There, they painted her nails pink, applied pink eyeshadow and lipstick, then added mascara and a sweet-smelling perfume called "Scent of Seduction". She inspected her nails, puckered her lips, and fluttered her eyelashes to test her made-up face, all the while enjoying the scent of her new fragrance. "Oh, perfect... now I need my jewels."

A pair of gold hoop earrings punched through Sonic's ears, and she winced, but smiled at the feeling, as a gold necklace with pink crystals in it was threaded around her neck.

"Excellent... I think I require clothing..." Once more, the arms flew into action. A strapless, lacy bra wound around her breasts, as a matching pair of panties worked up her legs. This was followed by a pair of pale pink tights, and some purple opera gloves, and finally, she stepped into a hot pink cocktail dress.

Sonic admired her new look in the vanity mirror, running her silk-covered fingers over her new hairstyle, over her breast, her hips and thighs. She gave a seductive smile, and blew a kiss at her reflection.

"Maybe Sonic isn't a good name for me anymore." She thought out loud. "It's not feminine enough, and I don't particularly care for speed anymore. How can I show off my gorgeous body if all people see of me is a blur? I will call myself... Sapphire."

The arms, noticing that Sonic had embraced her new look, returned to their automated mode, and all but one of them retracted into the ceiling. The remainder extended, and handed Sapphire a gilded cigarette holder. She instinctively took a drag, and felt her head spin.

All of her memories of being Sonic floated away as she exhaled the sweet smoke. Her fogged mind new only one course of action could be taken now: Have another puff. Once more, Sapphire inhaled the intoxicating vapour, and felt her mind resurface. She was Sapphire Hedgehog, aristocrat, glamour girl and party-thrower extraordinaire! Another drag, and her love of running was gone. Now the only exercise she took was to maintain her gorgeous physique. Otherwise, she was lazy, flat-out refusing to do anything that someone else couldn't do for her. She inhaled again, and her intimate knowledge of Eggman's bases and weaknesses was replaced with extensive knowledge of fashion and trends, and of the many fine wines she owned. Another puff, and she blew away her love for the rustic, heroic lifestyle. Now she had to be surrounded by maids and servants, waiting on her hand and paw, as she relaxed in her opulent mansion, not caring about the world's problems. Another, and her friends were gone. Now she knew only her servants and the upper crust ladies and gentlemen who she partied with. Taking another smoke, she lost her famous speed, replaced only with amazing stamina in the bedroom, and the ability to remain relatively sober after multiple glasses of whatever alcoholic beverage she deigned to swallow.

The arms removed the altering cigarette, and replaced it with normal tobacco. She smiled, and stepped out of the room, into the party she had thrown to celebrate her new (second) mansion. She grabbed a wine glass from a tray, and headed up to make a toast, catching the eye of her latest boyfriend, a rather handsome young puma, as she did so.