Frankie stood at ground zero of the girl's outburst, suddenly remembering how attached people get to those big bundles of nerves hanging off their dangly bits.  "Yes, if you let them, it appears they can change you at will."  Frankie commented as he tried to improve on his last job.  He changed the girl's body as well as he could, giving her a set of nipples and opening up a cut in her crotch in which he filled in a clitoris as best he could, which was at least very well.<br/><br/>Frankie then concentrated o the girl's clothing, transforming the rags into a skintight DPDS combat jumpsuit.  Designed for urban operations, it was in blue and white, and its fabric was an effective armor.  Such jumpsuits were more frequently issued to women than to men, due to certain practical advantages the design offered.  It barely concealed the girl's breasts, practically revealing cleavage beneath the fabric.  However, it did provide a great deal of support, and even a flattering bit of armor padding each breast.<br/><br/>Frankie looked in the girl's eyes, wondering how horrified she was this time.  "I think the base form for transformation is related to the one doing it.  I'm a golem, so I'll tend to turn you into nonliving things, like vampires, androids, and robots."  Frankie shook his head, wondering whether the girl was powered by quicksilver or ichor.