You awake to a few aliens looking at you. You are tied to a chair, and you feel a collar around your neck; a translator.
“Earthling, you are our first specimen,” the first one says.
“A complete success in our quest...” says the second.
“To create a perfect human woman!” Says the third.
“We are obsessed with the human woman...to a sexual fault,” says the first one, certainly the leader. “You will be our perfect woman. Your mind has yet to be altered, but your body has. Have a look.”