Gerlinde almost laughed at Lisle kitty's reply.<br/><br/>She was in no state for laughing, though.  Her mind was bound in sinew, stuck on bone, trapped in muscle and fat and slit skin.  The scalpel continued its elegant work, readying the coccyx.  Nerves were arranged, muscles oriented, skin tugged for adjustment.  She cut and clamped and so only managed a dry tone in response.<br/><br/>"Believe me, Lisle," Gerlinde said, scooping out a bone shaving.  A spray of nanoguides was placed in the finished hole.  "We all deserve to be bitten."<br/><br/>With that, she turned to the tank and drew out the tail.  Inspection of the attaching end revealed it to be moist and fresh with motes of meat eager to affix: Nerves, muscle, skin, and the tapering vertebrae.<br/><br/>She eased it around, extending the anterior and orienting its flat end with the passage she had made in Lisle kitty's backside.  Glancing up to the mirror, she marveled at the sight of herself.  It was amazing to see so odd a thing as the kitty's tail in her hands - the skin quite human, but with a thicker down on it; the feature distinctly feline.  And most amazing was to see herself there:  Her, Gerlinde Baumann, doing this.<br/><br/>The thrill of the sight spiked her nipples and surged her penis.  She savored that heady tingling while working patiently to position the new limb.  As she did, she talked idly.<br/><br/>"There is no reason that they should think they can get away with anything against you, Lisle kitty.  I don't like the thought of it.  Even if they were punished afterward."<br/><br/>Gerlinde deliberately silenced herself.  She had to concentrate.  More than concentrate - to appreciate the wonder of this.  She submerged into marveling as the tail was affixed.<br/><br/>Holding it in place, Gerlinde waited until she was confident the nanoguides had begun to set the bone.  Then a needle was in her hand, it dove for the skin, and she began stitching the limb in place - so perfectly, it may as well have been a reattachment.