Sokolov waited until he was quite sure that Alberto was unconscious. Once he was sure, the Tzimisce went to work. Vicissitude, by any sane standard, was a horrifying affair. It involved the re-arranging of skin, bones, blood. Even in the smallest usage of it, it altered a person on a fundamental level. There were reasons that Vicissitude was generally thought of as the most 'alien' of Kindred Disciplines, and there was a reason that it was not generally considered to be one of Caine's original Disciplines. Quite a few Tzimisce Cainites believed that Vicissitude was a gift from Kupala to the Eldest, and Sokolov wasn't entirely sure that assumption was wrong. Although to be fair, if Caine knew Vicissitude, it would explain why no one was ever able to find him. It explained it a lot better than Obfuscate or a general retreat from the world.<br/><br/>It was for preponderances like the above that Andrei Sokolov wanted that fragment of the Book of Nod. It was for reasons like the above that he was more than willing to take the handsome Alberto and turn him into someone else. He stripped Alberto naked, needing to work with a proper blank canvas with nothing in the way, and he pulled him onto the floor. Didn't want to mess up his couch. He wanted him to look...lovely. Something along the lines of...<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">this</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cc/a6/9d/cca69d6fbd6dafd847404c1d380be1ef.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/>So many things went into turning Alberto from his masculine shape to the feminine one. The shape of muscle and fat had to be altered. His body type needed to be softer. He had to be a little shorter. Sokolov had to even draw from various other portions of the body to extend Alberto's hair to be luscious and long. After all, hair was just keratin, and a clever Tzimisce knew how to get anything he needed from a ghoul. Over the course of an hour, Alberto underwent a drastic transformation. The Tzimisce worked quickly; it helped that there were no distractions. No one would have dreamed of recognizing his charge as a member of the Davide family who ran Las Vegas now. Sokolov only knew a little of his servant, but he knew enough to know that Alberto Davide might not be too happy upon awakening.<br/><br/>This did not stop Sokolov from fetching a pair of women's underwear, black and simplistic, a pair of women's bell-bottomed jeans, and a Metallica T-shirt. Sokolov didn't bother with a brassiere; he'd made his servant's breasts lovely, new, and perky. And putting a brassiere on an unconscious person was a level of effort he just wasn't willing to expend after fleshcrafting Alberto into a real beauty.<br/><br/>After all that time, the sedative started to wear off.<br/><br/>Sokolov looked down, pleased, and nudged Alberto with his boot.<br/><br/>"Wake up. Your disguise is done. And might I say that you certainly are a whole new you."