This choice: You're struck dumb, as you're offered only womens bodies!?! • Go Back...Chapter #6You're offered only womens bodies!?! by: Mr. George   "It's part of the contrast." Suzy explains, "to get the full benefit of the difference, you take a body different from your original one, and once you're rehosted, it feels like a homecoming."
"So I have to become a woman for the duration of the holiday..." you speak slowly and deliberately.
She nods along, "It's part of the package, you get to relax in a body that's free from the stresses, strains and expectations that come from your life. For many people, it's the best part of the holiday, the boosted health when you're restored in just a plus."
"Okay." you admit defeat, letting out a slow sigh as you allow the tension to leave your body. Surrendering control, you close the book of potential bodies. "Okay, I'll trust you to pick my holiday body, too."
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She nods approvingly, "That's the attitude, let me take the strain of it all. Just relax and enjoy the break."
It's a strain to not give a laundry list of preferences, and conditions. As you're walked to the transfer pods. Stepping inside, your scalp prickles, as the nano-probes penetrate your flesh. The soothing effect is almost immediate, as your eyelids droop, and you slump back into the pod.
It's weird to imagine someone else puppeting your body, getting it fitter and healthier. But, it's the jerk, as you feel the senses of your new body take over that make your eyes snap open.
Your arm shooting up to shield your eyes against the glare of the Sun. Behind you the nanoprobes retreat into the sunlounger. Blinking, you already feel lighter, the outline of your arm is smoother and thinner. The changes quicker and more complete than you expected. Your thoughts take a moment to catch up... this is your holiday body.
Sitting up you feel your bust shift, and the glare vanishes allowing colour and vibrancy to return to your world. The slender arm losing the silhouette, and gaining flesh tone. You turn it this way and that, admiring its perfection... it is after all gynoid grown, and lacks the flaws or regular humanity.
A glass of fruit juice sits beside you on a table, and a guidebook to take you through any questions you might have. The ice still in sizeable chunks. The straw glistening with condensation.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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