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 Female x Male  Science Fiction/Futuristic A Disguise is the Best Protection (Wendium x Stix&Stones)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Wendium, Sep 5, 2018.

  1. Wendium

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    Title: A Disguise is the Best Protection
    The Players: @Wendium and @Stix&Stones
    The Hook: The daughter of a politician witnesses her mother's murder and finds herself in witness protection in the strangest place where she has more than just a new identity. A man who grew up in the same world she did must walk her through her new life.

    Prologue:
    David Cameron stared at the holographic display hovering above the desk. Senator Nightingale, one of the most anti-Pacifica voices in the U.S. Senate, was running for mayor of his home city of New York City. That would ordinarily be mixed news, given his replacement would no doubt tip the scales more in their favor. Instead it made a huge mess.

    The Senator's wife had been murdered and both of them placed in protective custody. Given their high profile status there was nowhere they could be safe, nowhere but Pacifica, where they could hide in plain sight with more than just a new identity, but a new body as well.

    He stood 6' even, square jaw, steel gray eyes and rakish black hair kept short. His skin pale from a life spent indoors. His forearms were thicker than the reso of him, hands and wrists pocked by tiny scars from minor burns.

    In a past life he was in the U.S. Secret Service, but after only five years of chasing bad guys and watching out for Presidential candidates he resigned, taking a job with the Pacifica City Police Department. But even that couldn't last. Two years in he resigned from that, too, taking the most mundane job he could find in a city of the "bizarre and wonderful".

    He was a baker, co-owner of one of the hundreds of "artisan" bakeries around the city It beat dodging bullets, chasing bad guys or wrestling the end result of with potions-gone-wrong before they broke a building or three.

    Now his old life was staring him in the face in all the wrong ways.
    "You have got to be fucking kidding me," he said aloud. The desk he sat in front of was half the size of his old D.C. apartment and was home to one of the city's counselors. Her immaculate looks and otherworldly beauty projected a gaze that could freeze the sun.

    "Leona Nightingale wanted to be here, once," the woman said.

    David had read the brief. She, like every other 18 year old out there, had sent in a semi-anonymous "wish" to the Ministry of Fantasy. As the daughter of a powerful politician, whether her own views aligned with her father or not, she was dismissed out of hand because of her social status.

    Two years later and they dug up her wish and used it as the basis for her new identity.
    "Once. It was probably some fit of rebellion. She's a stuck-up, over-privileged, sheltered bitch," he winced. "pardon my language," he groused, "and I'm not exactly the best welcome wagon the city's got, you're--"

    The ice glare never broke, "you're one of four men trained in dealing with exactly this sort of person in the entire city. And they are all unavailable, save for you, because--"

    David huffed, "because I'm just a baker, right," he finished her sentence for her. "Or," he looked at the hologram again. The girl wasn't the green-eyed, pale-skinned brunette who always looked perfectly coiffed and presentable in all the photos they had of her. She was darker-skinned, golden-eyed, and had decidedly cat-like ears on her head.

    "Or is it because I have a thing for nekokin? And odd-couple pairings?" he said flatly.

    "I know it's a stretch but under the circumstances we are considering her original wish to constitute full consent, obviously reality isn't as dark as she wished for, but I'm sure she didn't consider the circumstances, either. You did receive training in consensual non-consent work, did you not?"

    David nodded with a gulp, "I took a class and got certified, this wasn't exactly what they had in mind, is it?"

    "Indeed," the woman said, "but we need her stable, and once she realizes where she is and what you're doing, she should open up."

    "Should," he said.

    -----

    A few days later, in an apartment that wasn't his, gathered around a bed that wan't his where a girl slept. The only thing she'd been told before being doped up was her new name and limited backstory.
    5'2" and 150 pounds in flat feet, the curled-up form named "Lucille Armstrong" was a good deal more curvaceous than Leona Nightingale had ever been. She looked to be of Brazilian stock, porcelain and freckles replaced by smooth mocha skin and dimples. The black-colored feline ears nestled in her hair were cybernetic implants. Technically her ears were still where they always were, at least the bits that handled balance were. Hearing was seamlessly handled by the implants atop her head, and he figured her night vision was markedly improved as well.

    It was her tail that his eyes were drawn to. Humans had vestigial tailbones, and the cybernetic trickery required to make a prehensile tail work was straightforward enough. This one was dark and bushy. He'd seen such a thing on more than one Maine Coon, but never on a Neko before, most of them favored simpler, short-hair styles.

    But who was he to argue with a girl's adolescent fantasy?

    He stood, for the second time in a week, in a starched shirt, dress slacks and spit-shined shoes, a look matching his reluctant companion

    The only other person in the room was a stone-faced blue-eyed blonde in a business suit, her hair tied back in a no-nonsense bun; a U.S. Marshal with a dossier across her lap.
    He only knew her as Myka, whose trim, unremarkable figure pegged her as an outsider in a city of gods and goddesses of beauty.

    After looking at her watch for the hundredth time that hour, as far as David was concerned, Myka got up and hovered over the girl, tapping her gently on one shoulder.
    "Lucy," she said, "wake up, we're here."
     
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  2. Stix&Stones

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    Where darkness was ominous and unsettling, she found comfort folded within its silky embrace. She allowed it to coil itself around her naked body as she stroked its shimmering tendrils, beckoning for it to hold her tighter. It felt warm and nice. It felt safe. Or at least it was safer than the world she'd left behind. The blanket of darkness protected her from the memories of her mother's screams and her father's sad, pathetic excuses from penetrating her mind. Here, in the onyx layers of bliss, she was free. Only happy memories were allowed and she smiled as she saw her five year old self riding her first pony. She watched herself grow until she was ten and enjoying a birthday party by a large swimming pool. The joyful memory reel played like an old fashioned movie projector until it reached her first year of college and the screen fizzled out, leaving the name Lucille Armstrong glowing against the backdrop of blackness.

    The atmosphere seemed to shift and she felt a chill rustle her safety cloak. White light began to creep around the edges of her sanctuary and she tried to pull the darkness closer her around with feeble hands. The light seeped further in and where it touched the dark, the black mass began to dissolve away. It touched her skin and she recoiled with a cry of fright. The white started to crawl faster over the darkness and a loud rushing sound took over her ears. As the last bit of black disappeared, she felt herself fall away and heard a woman's voice calling out to her.

    Lucille groaned and gripped the goose down pillow tightly to her face. She curled herself up into a tight little ball and ignored the tapping on her shoulder. Trying as hard as she might, she couldn't will the darkness to come back. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced her face deeper into the pillow, but nothing. Just the same old darkness that came every time she closed her eyes. The tapping persisted and she this time she growled. She tossed the pillow away from her and sat up on her hip, supporting her weight on one hand. She blinked several times and looked around her at the small, sparsely decorated bedroom and jumped at the sight of a woman and a man at her bedside. The woman, a slim and all business blonde, had moved back when she sat upright. Her eyes traveled over to the gruff looking man and she backed herself up against the wall, bringing her legs in tighter. Something soft brushed her bare feet and she sucked in a sharp breath as she saw the black mass of fur curled around her.

    She ignored her guests as she allowed her hand to travel up the length of what appeared to be a tail. She followed it up to her back side and gulped. This is mine? Lucille frowned and bit her lower lip, giving herself a little prick. Ow! She reached up and touched the tender spot on her mouth and withdrew a finger tip of blood. She stared at the red dollop and noticed how dark her skin looked. She flicked away the speck of blood and brought both of her hands up before her face as she started to quiver. She looked down at her body and saw how much heavier she looked. She poked and pinched at the excess fat around her waist and in her belly, even bringing her hands up to cup her noticeably larger chest. Her breathing quickened as her hands tugged at the black locks that hung around her face. They crept further up her head, finding two felt points upon her crown. Ears?

    Tears began to pool in her eyes as she remembered she wasn't alone. She glanced between the man and woman and found them staring at her with hard gazes, having watched her explore the odd additions to her physique. Though she knew what had happened, she couldn't bring herself to believe it. She wanted to believe she was back home in her room, nose buried in a good book with one of her father's fancy rums stashed under her pillow. She wanted her mother to be down in the kitchen laboring over a pie while her father was in his study, smoking and grunting over a game on the TV. But that would be never more. Her mother was long gone and her father's whereabouts were unbeknownst to her.

    Wiping tears from her eyes, she looked between the two and spat, "What are you two doing in my room? And speaking of my room, where am I? And just who are you guys?" Her voice was shaky but rough, like she hadn't spoken in days.
     
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  3. Wendium

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    "My name is Myka Bering, I'm with the U.S. Marshal's department of witness protection. You were taken into protective custody a few days ago, remember?" She wasn't sure if the girl would remember or not, tranqs did funny thing to short term memory, and especially the change process."This is going to be a bit much to take in, but you're in Pacifica City, you've got a cat's ears, fangs, tongue, tail, and eyes, have an entirely new physique, and a name and backstory and," she gestured to the man next to her, "this is David, he's your new resident ambassador, he'll be seeing to your adjustment to the city."

    David watched the professional do her work only for an instant. He was entranced by how little there was of a fear response in the new girl when her hands roamed her body. The Ministry of Fantasies was usually a fair judge of a person's inner desires and they rarely hit things on the head, but this was one of those rare times. His smile turned from one of amazement to one of welcome as he extended a hand. "David Cameron," he said. Ge made an 'over the shoulder' gesture with his left hand, 'I have this apartment's other bedroom." He was intent on emphasizing the fact she had her own space. "Welcome to Pacifica, Lucy."

    He intentionally made no mention of her new feline features, he barely gave them any visible notice at all, in fact.
     
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  4. Stix&Stones

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    Lucille cringed as the woman spoke and twisted her face up into a frustrated grimace. She dug deep into her memory for any recollection of what had happened prior to her waking up with two strangers loitering about her room. She remembered getting into an unmarked, black SUV with several suited men and driving to an all grey, brightly lit building. From there they explained to her that she was going to be given a new identity and sent somewhere far away so that the mafia couldn't find her. She had been scared and weary of their plans for her future, but she figured anywhere was better than in their evil clutches. After that, she was stripped naked and booked into a room that resembled one found in a hospital with a mask over her face.

    "Welcome to Pacifica City." The poor girl grunted as she failed to unveil any memories of what had happened after she last closed her eyes. She pulled her gaze from Myka and looked down at her new tail. "Pacifica City.. Why is that familiar to me?" she asked aloud. A little light at the back of her mind flicked on and she suddenly remembered a heart felt letter she once wrote to the foreign city of dreams. "It's real.." she breathed as she turned her attention to the man Myka introduced as David. He stood up and offered her his hand in greeting. She looked from his outstretched palm up to his face and chuckled, letting it hang between them. "So you're like a live in babysitter, huh?"

    Having become slightly more comfortable, she uncoiled herself and sat cross legged on the bed with her hands in her lap. She practiced flicking her tail back and forth several times as she ran her rough tongue over the two fine points tucked beneath her upper lip. "You said I have new eyes. Someone give me a mirror, I want to see them." she demanded as she glanced around the room, looking for a reflective surface.
     
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    David didn't feel slighted by her refusal of a handshake-- it was almost expected. What he hadn't expected was the woman's complete apparent acceptance at her new figure. Most wigged right out at a change in height and weight, much less non-human attributes. He had long-since anticipated her request and pulled a foot-square hand mirror from behind his back. He flipped it around so the handle end faced her and she got a glimpse of her eyes and ears in the wobbly reflection.

    "I'd hardly call myself a babysitter these days. I'll just keep you out of trouble in your first few weeks here. Back in another life I was in the Secret Service," he shrugged, "I'd rather knead dough and make the donuts than eat donuts and be willing to take a bullet for political sycophants," he mused. Funny thing, he looked to be in his mid 20's. Though reality dictated he was closer to 50. He smiled, "I'm ah, older than I look," he added a second later.

    He watched her tail flick back and forth as she tried controlling it. Such things took training, of course, but she seemed to be handling it better than most.
     
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  6. Stix&Stones

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    Lucille raised one of her symmetrically shaped eyebrows and felt the right corner of her mouth twitch up into a smirk. "So a pig became a baker to feed the other pigs," she taunted, thinking about a horde of chubby police officers seated around a table sipping coffee, covered in powdered sugar. Lucy couldn't help the snide remark. Crude humor was her only coping mechanism and the shock was only just setting in.

    She gave him a once over as he reached behind him a mirror. To her, he appeared both young and old in a unique fashion that tickled her insides. It was amusing to see a man who was beyond his prime yet still looked as though he was just beginning to peak. Her eyes followed his arm behind his back and when it reappeared, she trailed the faint little scars along his hand and forearm that reminded her of burn marks. They created intricate pattern on his skin that made her think of a cheeky flame leaving hot kisses on his arm. David offered her the mirror, being ever so kind enough to hold it up for her at eye level.

    Lucy paused as she caught her reflection and her jaw dropped in astonishment. Where two emerald orbs had once been, sat two topaz circles with feline-like, black slivers for pupils. "That is..that is insane," she stammered out as her hands came up to stroke her long and full lashes. She flashed herself a wicked smile, pulling her plump upper lip up to expose the two dainty fangs protruding from her gum line. "Do these actually do any damage? Or are they just for show?" she asked as she poked one.
     
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    David cracked a broad smile as he caught Myka's face twist in confusion from the corner of his eye. "Oh, they're definitely not for show. Out of all the tweaks they can make, tricking out the incisors is one of the easiest things to create, I'm told," he gestured downward to her tail, "unlike that tail of yours," he said.

    Myka cleared her throat after a brief pause, "I hate to interrupt this, but I do have to make sure of a few things." She addressed Lucy, "can you confirm your full name and where you are from?"

    'Lucy' was supposed to answer with the details of her new identity.
     
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  8. Stix&Stones

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    Lucy looked to her side at her tail and watched it flick back and forth, occasionally twitching at the tip. She wanted to ask David what he meant by his comment about her new appendage, but the blonde woman cut in with a question. The girl rolled her eyes slowly over to Myka and settled them on her slender, pale face. She dramatically sighed as she answered, "My name is Leona .. er, I mean, Lucille Armstrong and from here on out, I am from Pacifica City." She gave her a curt smile before she continued, "I am here under dire circumstances. Actually, let's be honest. I am in witness protection because my father is a filthy whore and my mother is dead." Lucy's face hardened as she looked away.

    No matter where she went in the world or how much they altered her looks, the memories of her mother and her past life would always haunt her. They'd have to completely scramble her brain in order to remove the love she still shared for her deceased mother. A little tidal wave of emotion threatened to over throw her and she asked aloud, "Are we done here? I think I want to be alone. I'm sure as you know, this is rather hard for me." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she looked up at Myka with cold eyes.
     
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    Myka stood up, as did David. "We'll...." Myka said, her vice trailing off, "I," she squared her shoulders, "will be in touch. My office is in town." She left a business card on the dresser before leaving the apartment entirely.

    David understood Lucy's need for a little space and saw the Marshal to the door before returning to the threshold of Lucy's bedroom. He leaned against the doorway. "I'll be out here if you need me. I can get you something to eat if you'd like," he said, deciding it best to give her both physical and mental space to think. "I can certainly understand wanting to get rid of the Fed, they," he cleared his throat, "we, ah, didn't exactly have the best reputation."

    After a pause, he shifted weight back to his feet, "or if you want some company, just say the word."
     
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    Lucy lifted her head as Myka dismissed herself and slipped a little card onto her dresser. She watched her as she disappeared through the doorway with David and she listened for the front door to click shut. Lucy climbed down from her bed and crossed the room for a second door with a silver knob. She pulled it open and smiled when she found a full length mirror stuck to the back of the boor. She moved away so she could see her new body and gazed at her reflection, hands on her hips. She turned side to side, taking in her new figure with a little frown. She'd packed on a few pounds.

    David reappeared in the doorway and offered her something to eat. She scoffed and patted her pudgy belly, "I think I'll pass. I think this kitty.." she paused to spread her arms wide and show off her curvy feline physique. "..can handle skipping a meal." She gave him a shooing motion with her hands and inched towards the door the try and close it on him. "Thanks for wanting to help, but I don't think a man old enough to be my father is really going to be able to understand my girly issues," she added as she peered around the edge of the door.
     
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    David frowned at the remark as he was shoo'ed out. "Old enou..." he paused, doing the mental math in his head. Technically he was. He hummed in the affirmative.
    "The "I need a new wardrobe" problem or the "I could stand to lose a few pounds" problem?" he mused, gesturing to the closet through the crack in the door. "you won't find much in there besides bathrobes and towels. Your new wardrobe is elsewhere." He said, not making a move to barge into her personal domain. "And as for your figure, give it a few days for you to get used to it before you go saying it could lose a few pounds."

    The dresser was similarly sparse, empty drawers and the like. A wooden box with a hinged top sat atop the dresser, not much larger than a big jewelry box. Inside were three palm-sized river stones, their tops smooth and round, bottoms flat, each a dark blue or gray. Set in the lid was a small tablet-type remote control.

    David paused and peered through the door, trying to gesture to the dresser. "That box on the dresser. Hold one of those stones in one hand and grab the tablet with the other. The stone is.." he paused, wincing to himself as he thought about trying to explain the technobabble that was explained to him once. He settled on the obvious, "they're a bit of magic goo that'll make clothes, makeup, hair styles, you name it. The patterns stored in the thing are pretty basic, but they're all automatically tailored to fit. One will get you underwear or workout clothes, two or three will pull a whole outfit together. If you old a stone in your hand you can use the tablet to thumb through ideas on a virtual model. We can go shopping for more looks later, if you like."

    He paused, then smiled to himself. "After wearing elaborate suits for two decades I about broke down and cried when I put one on in ten seconds flat. Feels a little strange at first, but you'll get the hang of it. If you need help..."
    He peered through the crack in the door, waiting for a response.
     
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    When David motioned towards the dresser, she glanced at it and back behind her at the open closet. She had't noticed the lack of the clothes when she first opened the door. She was dead set on seeing her new figure, even if it was partially covered by a pair of dull, tan hospital like scrubs. Letting the door go, but leaving it mostly closed, she approached the dresser and slowly pulled open each drawer as if she didn't believe him. Sure enough, they were all empty. "Not even a fresh pair of underwear," Lucy muttered under her breath.

    Standing a couple inches over five foot tall, Lucy's nose reached the top ledge of the six drawer high dresser. Her eyes leveled with the box that sat on top as David pointed it out to her. She stood on tip toe and reached for it, grasping its smooth surface tightly in her finger tips as she pulled it towards her. She sneezed away a cloud of dust as she lifted it. Clearly he has't had a kit to smother it quite some time. She listened to him explain the contents and their abilities as she carried it back to her bed and sat on the plain sheets. She placed it next to her and flipped the lid, eyeing the three stones set in velvet. She chose a pale grey one and fingered out the tablet, holding each one in her palm. She looked up at the door and furrowed her brow as she beckoned him inside. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she needed help.
     
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    He waited, heard the box be set on the bed and opened, then the contents fumbled about. No screams, he thought after a moment, and nudged the door open. "Need help?" he asked. The look of bewilderment on Lucy's face was nothing short of a rite of passage for any permanent residents of the city and he'd seen less than his share of 'first time' responses in his opinion.

    "This is gonna blow your mind," he said with a goofy grin.

    He stepped in enough to come within arm's reach of her. He took the tablet from her hand, leaving the stone where it lay in her hand. A flick of a button later the tablet lit up and after a brief 'calibrating' screen passed, it showed a version of Lucy set against a neutral gray background. the tiny figure had her proportions, her skin tone, even her hair, ears and tail, but had a doll-like vagary to surface detail and a small warning reading 'external garments present'.

    He dismissed the warning, turned himself so she could see what he was doing and pressed a thumb to the virtual Lucy's hips. it highlighted and a menu appeared, showing an assortment of a half-dozen options for underwear, the styles basic, but generally sleek, and a half dozen colors each. He more or less picked something not terribly exotic looking in black, closed the menu then moved to her chest. Another menu, more options. another half-dozen bras in a half dozen colors, this time one was highlighted in a color and style matching his earlier selection. He selected it, then pressed the green 'render' button at the screen's bottom.

    In a flurry of bubbling sound the stone in Lucy's hand liquefied into a viscous, mirrored-silver goo that, at first, was cold, but it warmed quickly as it thinned, spreading up her arm. It left her hand and forearm behind as it raced up across her shoulders and down her torso beneath her scrubs, splitting into two discreet elements. One took the form of the bra and solidified as a figure-hugging bra of suitable synthetic materials, a perfect fit. The other hugged her crotch and backside, turning into a suitable set of panties. The subtle shift beneath her scrubs was noticeable, an outline of underwear appearing where there wasn't anything before.

    "There we are," he said after all was said and done.
     
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    Lucy held her hand holding the tablet out for David as he entered her room. When he took it, she cradled the smooth rock in both of her hands and ran her fingers over the reflective surface. She heard the device click on and shifted her gaze over the magical contraption. She raised a brow as it came to life and curiously got up to sneak a peak. David noticed and turned so that she could see over his shoulder. She kept a respectable distance between the two of them as she stood on tip toe and stared down at the little screen. She watched him maneuver the various menus and available options until he found the undergarment section.

    She bit her lip as he picked out a simple pair of black underwear and placed her arms behind her back, clutching the rock in her left hand. Cheeky? I haven't worn anything other than a thong in years.. David shifted over to a screen offering various styles of bras and found one that went with his choice in panties. He hit a finalize button and Lucy stepped away as the stone in her hand began to move. She brought her arm around and stared in disbelief as the rock melted into a metallic, shimmery goop and slithered up her arm. She stood frozen in place, her jaw on the floor, as it crawled beneath her sleeve and shimmied around to her stomach. She fought off a laugh as it tickled her skin and split into two equal parts. The top portion wound its way over her bare breasts while the other slipped under her pants and enveloped her crotch and rear. She nearly jumped and gasped as the warm liquid intimately caressed her body before manifesting into a pair of panties and bra, just like on the screen.

    "What the hell..?" she whispered in bewilderment as she pulled her top down and peered in at her brand new bra. She peeked down her pants at the silky soft underwear and brought her hands up under her shirt, feeling the soft fabric of her bra. She gave him a wild look as she went to stand before the mirror and gaze at herself. The bra held her boobs up nicely and gave her a healthy looking lift under her shirt. She turned so that she could see her ass and frowned when she noticed the outline of her underwear against the fabric of her scrubs. She pointed it out as she whined, "This is why I only wear thongs. Pantie lines are so ugly and embarrassing."
     
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    David poked at the tablet and gave her a thong instead. The transition was quick and only took a few seconds. "Better?" he asked, "I do believe that when you layer pieces together the stones will blend out things like that, I've never noticed them before, not," his free hand clawed at the loose fabric of her scrubs, "not when you have a full outfit on. One stone is good for light stuff like underwear, swimsuits, socks and workout gear. Two can make most casual wear, minus shoes. That's what the third is for. If you need more, there's a second set in another tier in the box. When you're done with them for the day, put them in the box and close the lid, they'll clean themselves overnight."

    He held out the tablet for her and highlighted the doll's face, "it'll also do makeup and hairstyles, it can do colors and extensions, even style it however you like. And that's not counting the various special effects," he said with a grin. "But those you have to program in, though there are plenty of people who design patterns and scripts and the like. New outfits, animated tattoos, prehensile hair, that sorta thing."
     
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    "Oh!" she chimed in a Minnie Mouse fashion a she felt her underwear give way and turn into a thong, the soft fabric sliding up between her cheeks. Lucy looked at him as he reached over and tugged at her clothes. She batted his hand away and smoothed out her top. "Honestly, I'd rather go without. Cute panties are just to get the boys going," she mused and then quickly took hold of her waistband, remembering how quickly he'd managed to change the style. "Leave them on," she warned as she shook a finger at him.

    David handed the tablet over as he explained what it took to complete an outfit, make up and all. She returned to the bed and picked up the second stone, holding it tightly in her hand. She thumbed through the device until she found something comfortable to wear. She tapped the green button and was soon clad in a pair of black leggings and form fitted matching sweatshirt that was cut low around the neck. She grabbed the third stone and gave herself a pair of black flats with bows on the heels. Lucy highlighted her animated character's face and dug through the box for a smaller stone, this one a different shade than the larger ones. "A simple smokey eye look should work, right?" she asked aloud as the stone worked its magic.

    She placed the tablet on her bed and spun in a circle with a small laugh, "Does this look alright? I'm not sure how I feel about being able to fill this outfit out so well. Im not used to the extra fat I have on me now." She doubled checked herself in the mirror and thought she looked dark and delicious in her new do. She came back to close up the box with the tablet inside and returned it to the dresser top. She found Myka's card and casually tossed it into a nearby trash can. What would she need that party pooping stick in the mud for anyway?

    "So what about pajamas? I prefer to sleep in the nude but since I have a strange man living across the hall, I figure I better cover up. Ya know, just in case you're a pervert." She eyed him over several times before she took a seat on the chair next to her desk.
     
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    He chuckled, a smile crossing his face as he perched himself on the edge of her bed. "They're in there," he said, smiling at how quickly she's finished off her look. "And I do, too, though I'd certainly not cover up on anyone's account. I'm not subject to such silly outworlder notions of modesty anymore. Things..." he pursed his lips, his eyes moving to watch her tail, "just work differently around here. It's one of the first-timer rituals to go shopping for a new look, body and outfit alike," he narrowed his eyes at her as if inspecting her body. "alas, I've been told you're stuck like that for a few weeks, until you settle in a little bit."

    He paused for a moment, then continued. "while the Marshals got you in here, we haven't quite found a job for you yet, but I think we can work on that, there are certainly plenty of opportunities around here. I could always use another pair of hands down at my bakery, for example."
     
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    "Modest?" Lucy laughed so hard she almost snorted. When she regained herself, she apologized and brushed a section of hair back from her face that had fallen forward during her little fit. She coughed once and cleared her throat, toying with the pair of draw strings that hung on either side of her neck. Back home in New York, she had an entire floor of her parent's mansion to herself and there was rarely a time she wore clothes. If a maid or, her favorite, a handyman, were near by working, she would slip into a silk robe that didn't leave much to fantasy. Here in this place, she was given an entire living space but had to share it with a stranger, a male stranger at that, and there was no way she'd allow him a peek. She would just have to settle for loose fitting pajamas if she found herself anywhere in the house but her private bedroom.

    David spoke up about her getting a job and she couldn't help the second fit of laughter as it shook her to her core. This time, she did snort. And it wasn't pretty. Through the tears in her eyes, she could see the serious look on his face and stopped slapping her knee. "Oh wait, you're serious." Lucy's lips turned to that of a pout as she thought about having to go to work. Who did they think she was? She hadn't worked a day in her life. She tried to imagine herself wearing an apron and punching globs of dough as the smell of yeast embedded itself in her hair. She fought back a giggle and wiped at her eyes. "What would you pay me?"
     
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    David sighed. He'd dealt with too many overly-entitled professional politicians in his life who were so disconnected from reality it hurt. "Lucy," he said, looking up at her, "your old life gone, you're not the rich socialite anymore, you're just another girl. Hell, you're not even an ordinary girl anymore," he gestured at her tail. "Or have you noticed those ears and tail?"
    He paused, shaking his head before looking her in the eyes again. "you'll need something to do that isn't picking on the help or going to fancy parties and flaunting Daddy's senate seat instead of her own prowess at life. If a bakery isn't for you, I'm sure we can find you something, but you'll find you can't just sit around all day and expect the world to revolve around you anymore."

    He stood up and used his height to what advantage he could to assert control over the conversation, squaring shoulders and drawing on his old training. He stared her down, not unlike one of a hundred bodyguards she'd had over the years. "Get me?" he asked. His voice was calm but carried an edge of stonefaced determination that he wouldn't take no for an answer.
     
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    Lucy dropped her gaze and pouted, kicking out at the desk leg with her foot. She did her best to mask the pain that radiated from her big toe as she wiggled it around in her flat. She sat with her arms crossed and nestled over her full chest. It felt weird having a built in arm rest and she stole a glance down at the two pillows supported by the bra David had picked out.

    She tossed around the idea of getting into the work and struggled find pros that outweighed the cons. Sure, she would be making money, but she'd have to go out in public and mingled with society. She wondered if there were social classes in Pacifica and what it would take to reach the top. Maybe there was an elite escort service she could get into? She looked over at him when he addressed her and chewed on her lip, a stubborn habit she'd developed when her father would scold her. "Yeah, thanks David. I wasn't aware of these ears nestled in my hair or this fat coil of fluff that never seems to stop moving, sticking out of my backside."

    Something in his words made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her eyes narrowed into golden slits. Her lip quivered as she growled, "Don't you dare make a mockery of my life like that." She got to her feet the same time David stood up and she found herself toe to toe with him. She glared up at his face, ignoring the significant height difference between the two of them. Having doubled in floof, her tail whipped from side to side as her body trembled in anger. "No, I don't got it." she breathed out through her clenched jaw as she jabbed a finger up at him. "I don't care if it's no longer my life. It's still MY life!"
     
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