Presented here for posterity and reference, the original 200+post story thread between myself and @Jennaguitar16. It wiil be continued below... --- 1: Prologue: Jason Raines’ morning routine had just been interrupted. He’d just finished getting his morning coffee from a vendor at “W” Ring and 29th when a radio call summoned him far off his Northwest G-H sector beat and all the way to Pacifica City Police Headquarters in the inner “A” Ring a stones’ throw away from the 400-floor spire that was the capitol building. The cold, dispassionate voice of Dispatch gave him no other explanation other than “The Chief wants you in his office.” Catching a ride on one of the inbound streetcars prowling 29th avenue he took a moment to take in the sights. The City had just celebrated its 20th anniversary and banners of royal blue and silver hung from every light pole still. He’d been in town for 15 of those years and a cop for 10. Before that, he’d been a homeless urchin on the streets of New York who got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, saw too much and narrowly evaded death itself. He’d woken up a few weeks later in the then-new city with a new identity, and an entirely new body waiting for him. He went back to school and became a city cop. Not that PCPD had much to do compared to the average 10-million-soul city. Petty theft, a few drunk and disorderlies, and the usual black market of contraband that was, thanks to a vigilant citizenry that gave a damn about its people and a heaping of advanced technology was never more than a minor nuisance. What he really had to worry about were misused or misfiring serums. When 40% of the population is an all-female, borderline nymphomaniacal race whose ancestor’s creator once tried to wipe men, and every normal woman, out of existence, 50% have ready access to liquids that can turn a 90-pound waif into an eight-foot Amazon at the drop of a hat and the other 10% may as well be demigods, life is never really dull. 20 years earlier, Kianna Moore, one of the city’s founders had accepted ultimate responsibility for the botched mutation that led to the creation of the Dryad race. When Kianna defeated her self-made nemesis, she gave those surviving Dryads a chance at redemption. Ever since, the sprawling, circular jewel of the city they now stood on, built on the rubble of a tiny Kansas town whose only map-worthy feature were its aging missile silos, was second only to New York and L.A. in population, and eclipsed either in global influence. It did it by giving people like his younger self a second chance. He rode the lift into headquarters and was routed not to the Chief’s office, but a conference room. There, the 6’3”, bronzed-and-bald, cleanshaven cop met three of the most statuesque women the city had to offer, dressed in elegant toga-like robes, and the comparatively plain, middle-aged black man in Police Dress that was The Chief. “Ah, good,” the chief said, gesturing to him, “Councilors, this is Sargent Jason Raines, the man I told you about.” The Chief’s voice was clear and resonant, he’s clearly spent enough time with the three women, one pale as snow, another dark as night and the third somewhere in between, to be immune to their stunning, eternally-youthful beauty. A great many feelings ran through him. Confusion, awe, shock, arousal, confusion again and finally embarrassment at feeling completely underdressed. His walking-beat uniform was entirely utilitarian. “Councilors,” he said with a bow, “what can I do for you?” “It’s more what you can do for us, Jason,” the ebony woman with a warrior’s build hidden beneath her robes said, eschewing formality, “we’ve just been sent someone from United States Witness Protection.” His stomach dropped the 20 floors to street level. The Pacifican government had a perpetual tit-for-tat relationship with the country it had annexed territory from, one where Uncle Sam called in few markers, but the ones they did call in may as well have been nuclear warheads. This was one of them, especially if he was here. There was only one reason. “We’ve selected you to be her guide,” the woman continued. It took him half a minute to recover the ability to speak; he felt drool run down his chin. “I, ah,” “Why you?” she continued, “like you, she witnessed a crime by the Giovanni Syndicate, in Brooklyn. She was, until two weeks ago, the consort of its 2nd in command,” the woman’s voice lowered two octaves. “She saw something she shouldn’t have, then took photographic evidence to the police. INTERPOL and the F.B.I. has the entire syndicate dead to rights if she makes it to the trial. Given the headaches their drug runners and traffickers have caused every law enforcement agency from L.A. to London, and since she passed our tests, we’re setting her up with a new body and identity in the city, and since you two are from adjacent neighborhoods…” her voice trailed off. Jason raised his eyebrows, “Gotcha,” he said, deadpan. “Where do you want me?” he’d been on the new girl’s side once. He knew the drill. The difference was she grew up in a world that knew all about Pacifica and its myriad creatures, and the sexually liberal morals and education they insisted would-be allies adopt. The Chief handed him a tablet. “It’s all there,” he said, “you’re on full paid leave effective immediately, congratulations,” his voice was as if he’d just killed Jason’s cat. “Or should I say, ‘good luck’.” --- Identity Crisis: The directions took him to an apartment building in the middle of the Northeast quadrant at “J” ring, and 45th directly adjacent to the parkland occupying the entire sector between “I” and “J” rings. Most of the building here were rented by out-of-state corporations and well past his usual paygrade. He met a pair of medics tending an empty gurney and a small green-skinned, Dryad dressed all in black in the corridor leading to an apartment on the 15th floor. “She’s sedated, should be waking up in an hour or so,” the lead tech said, “the transition went off without a hitch. Her memory will be a bit fuzzy at first, so be careful,” the unassuming man laid a hand on the curvaceous, green girl. “Elsa here will see to you both.” Jason grunted in amusement at Elsa, then smiled. He’d long ago accepted the existence of ‘parahuman’ creatures like her. They were born adults with a fusion of their parent’s memories, had a natural pheromone that, depending on exposure could either calm or arouse, once a month went into an insatiable heat, had an innate ability to read people’s emotions, had an aversion to conflict and a natural need to make others happy. They could also die of loneliness and rarely lived past 15 or 20, and so nearly every household in the city had one. Housekeeper, companion, consort, steward, or as most people called them, their ‘keepers’. He’s known far too many to not smile at her and take her hand. “Shall we?” he asked her. She nodded. Almost an hour later he’d changed into jeans and a T-shirt and sat at the bedside of his new roommate, whose dossier identified her as Alyssa Carter. The girl’s original identity had been a 5’6” brunette who blended right in in New York. Her new figure was a statuesque, and considerably bustier 5’9”, with an exotically beautiful face and naturally pink-violet hair and, if the dossier was to be believed, shimmering eyes to match. Even her fingerprints were different. He only hoped the medics could put her back for the trial—whenever that would happen. The bedroom looked mundane enough, save for the park out the window. 2: Jenna wakes up, groaning as she clutches her head. Oh god it hurt. Did her boyfriend hit her again? He would always make it up to her and swear he didn't mean it. And like a moron she always stayed. He probably hit her because she wanted to leave him. She had just gotten a gorgeous coat, with his ex-wife's name on the inside. He was too cheap to buy her her own. She had had enough, and went to tell him. And she walked in on the worst thing in history. Her boyfriend, killing a guy in front of her. She had been wearing one of those fancy button cam's couldn't remember why now. And so when he set his thugs on her, she ran like hell to the police. They were beyond happy to see her and listen to her tale. They took the button cam and decided to set her up in a new life with a crazy new look. She didn't remember much then, it was all a blur. 3: Jason looked at the vleary-eyed girl on the bed in front of him. "are you all right?" he asked calmly. She was dazed, for sure, but alive. He remembered his own first few days, still blurry, and the first face he'd seen, before remembering the 'present day' him wasn't exactly bad looking, either. 4: "Wh..who are you? And where am I?" She asks whe she focuses on the person speaking to her. Why couldn't she remember anything? Her brain was all fuzzy and hurt. She just remembered being told she'd be safe where she went. She focuses on the face in front of her, clinging onto whatever he'd decide to tell her. 5: Jason took her hand in his gently. "I'm Jason. you're safe, you've been placed in protective relocation by the F.B.I. You're in Pacifica City, and," he took a slow breath, "you're not exactly you anymore, not physically anyway. Your memories will clear up in an hour or so." He coudn't do much but wait for her to regain her cognition. And, he hoped, she didn't catch sight of her new complexion, or hair, or figure and freak out. 6: Jenna nods and squeezes his hand. It was comforting to have someone there to tell her what was going on. "How do I look?" She didn't want to embarrass herself by admitting she didn't know much about Pacifica. She never got a high school diploma. She starts to study the face of the man in front of her. He was older than her, but handsome. "How did you get stuck on babysitting duty?" She knew that that was his job. Babysit the girl until the trial. He probably had a great life and wife he was missing out on for her. She felt sorry him. It was her fault for getting in with her ex anyways. 7: Jason grabbed a small, silver hand mirror from the night stand and held it up for her, somewhat surprise she hadn't already been tipped off by the change in her voice. "Pretty, if I say so, myself. They did a great job on your eyes." he found himself staring into their shimmering depths for a bit longer than necessary. "As for me, I'm a cop, but 15 years ago I was right where you are, 18 and scared shitless right off the streets of Brooklyn. I'd caught one of the Giovanni brothers offing a diner owner and his wife. They almost killed me. A week later I woke up as Captain America here." 8: Jenna looks in the mirror he holds up and touches her face. "This is me? Really me?" She didn't know what to say. She was in shock and awe. She looked, so pretty.... wow. How did they do this? And her eyes were so lovely. She glances at him but can't stop staring in the mirror. "They figure you can help me out the best. And they let you stay after the trial?" She but her lip as she waited for the answer, because she was desperate for a chance to start completely over. To do better than some crime boss's squeeze and be shot at. 9: Jason chuckled. "It took the Bureau three years to put their case together, they took out half the Giovanni's with it. By then I'd started a new life. I suspect you will be in for it, they haven't gotten any faster in 20 years, trust me." He sat up on the edge of the bed. "They have wonders here. People that--" he held out his hands in a failed gesture, "well," He gestured and whistled, "Elsa, would you mind introducing yourself?" A pair of emerald green eyes set in a leaf-green face peered around the corner for an instant, and then the five-foot tall, broad-shouldered and broader-hipped girl with a flat stomach, toned arms and legs and breasts bigger than her head sidled up to the bed, smiling a brilliant smile that lit up the room. "You're awake!" she chirped. The room's scent went from neutral to that of wildflowers as she approached. Jason gestured to the diminutive girl, "This is Elsa, she's one of the natives here, she's you--- our, roommate." 10: Jenna nods along as he tells her about his life as it related to her duration of stay. "Good, I was hoping I could get a chance to start over, try again. It's a good thing they didn't kick you out afterwards." She smiles a little. She had hope now. She sees the girl and can't help from stare, though she does lean back as the girl approches. "Uh native? Roommate? OUR roommate?" Now she was lost, and he'd see how stupid she really was. This was why she had stayed with that jerk until he tried to kill her. She looks between the girl, Elsa and wjat was his name? Did she ask? Did he tell her and she forgot already? Oh boy. 11: Jason shook his head and chuckled. "Well I can't have expected the Feds to have told you where you were going, now could I. Things are different here then they are," he gestured to the air, "out there," He returns his hands to her legs. " the three of us will be roommates for a while, until you get acclimated, and finish your education," he sais, remembering her lack of even a basic diploma-- nothing they couldn't fix. Elsa grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and held it out for her without so much as a word-- she'd seen Jenna/Alyssa lick her lips unconsciously with thirst. "I'm Jason Raines," he said after a moment, repeating himself, "you're in Pacifica City, and you'll be here for as long as you need to. They can't find you here." 12: Jenna gratefully takes the glass of water and soon has drunk all the water, a bonehead move. She hands the glass back and watches Jason. "Um, I was rubbish at geography, and I'm not sure what or where is Pacifica city." She mumbles in embarrassment. She studies Elsa curiously before she had doomed herself by exposing her stupidity. She just stares down at her hands in her lap as she fiddles with them. She didn't even know what she might want to do, she was used to just using her looks to get a guy who would give her whatever she wanted in return for sex. 13: "Central Kansas, inside a 50-mile-square territory that isn't part of the U.S. anymore, it's, ah," Jason winced, "complicated." That was putting it mildly. The city had not one but two full perimeter walls at 5 and 15 mile distances from the Capitol and two perimeter fences flanking a 200-foot artificial river encircled the territory with very through checkpoints at all eight land entrances. He'd spent a year working the border and pitied the shanty towns of protestors outside who, even after 20 years had let to let the issue go. The hyper-religious nuts demanded the Dryads be freed from slavery, the gays burn in hell and contraception and abortions be outlawed and, to top it all off, the godless heathens repent. It turned his stomach at times. There wasn't a convoy or train that didn't need a heavy escort from the National Guard to get past them without risking a riot. Passengers had to go in and out by air, or one of the few alternative means available to the local residents. "Yeah, we'll go with that, suffice to say this city is about the safest place on the planet," he continued. Elsa came to sit on the bed beside Jenna, leaving the girl between them, and began running her hands down Jenna's back in a gentle, comforting caress without saying anything. 14: Jenna relaxes as Elsa caresses her back. It was very comforting and it made her feel better. She looks up at Jason as he talks. "So we're not in Kansas anymore."She jokes, smiling a little hoping he'd get it. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Oh, Elsa was so nice. She smelled wonderful and her touch was intoxicating. "So what is expected of me? What do i have to do?" She asks seriously. She was curious as to what hoops she had to jump through to stare here in Pacifica and under the protection of the city. Plus she kind of liked her new look and didn't want it to be taken away. 15: The 'Kansas' joke fell flat, having been beaten to death 19 years and 11 months earlier. Elsa, sensing Jenna's approval, slid onto her knees behind the girl to both prop her up and allow nimble fingers to knead tense shoulders as Jason continued. "Anything at all," he said, clearing his throat after un-contorting his face from utter confusion. "Your basic living needs, that is, this apartment, food, water, and a living stipend, are provided by the state. What you do with the rest of your time is up to you, after, of course, you finish your schooling." The apartment around them was in a building nearly as old as the city itself but looked as if it was built yesterday, clean, well-kept and, based on the cushions, bedding and quality of what furnishing that could be seen in the living area out the door, well above 'basic' by most standards. "Finish your diploma and either get a job or find something constructive to do, that's the only conditions." 16: "Okay, so back to high school? Or are there online courses?" She hoped there were online courses so she could do things on her own time and didn't have to be stuck with kids. "What is considered constructive? Just keeping out of trouble?" She asks so she would be prepared. Jenna moans as Elsa starts to massage her shoulders. "What is Elsa's role?" She asks as she enjoys the massage. She wasn't sure where the girl fit in but she enjoyed her presence right now. She seemed to know what was needed before it was mentioned. 17: Jason relaxed, realizing Jenna was opening up. "There are students your own age, but there are online courses to take if you wish, I don't blame you, incidentally," he said, getting up to retrieve a tablet from a briefcase on the floor. He activated it and showed it to her "PCUSD Online - Pacifica ministry of Education" the screen read. "As for what's considered constructive," his eyes darted around the room, ignoring her third question for the moment. "What was it you wanted to do when you grew up, when you were a kid?" he knew from her file she'd been in an unbroken home -- until she was eight or so. 18: Jenna takes the tablet, looking over the home page. "Online please. My own pace, where I want, no one laughing at me." She stops to think about his question. "I wanted to dance, be a singer, an actor. I could do it all if I did musicals." She smiles to herself, staring past him into the past. "Oh how I loved taking the dance classes after school, even if they were to keep me out of the way. But those jobs don't pay, you end up starving to death. I was told to get my head out of the cloud and be practical.'' She focuses on him with a sad smile. "So yeah. I'm not a kid." 19: Jason blinked for a moment. "Don't pay, maybe in New York, but here, well, we've got a better Broadway than Broadway, we call it Echo North, and one of the best teachers on the planet, or so I hear. It's been a while since I've been down there, I'm sure we could find you something to do." He looked her figure over with an analytical eye, "and tweak that figure if we need to, I'm not sure what sort of kinesthetics profile they used on you, but that's a quick fix." 20: "Wait what?" Jenna was surprised with what he was saying. She could actually be an actor?! That was great! "Uh tweak my figure? Kinawhat profile?" She was confused by the words he was saying now. It had started out so simple. And what about Elsa? She didn't know what the girl did and Jason didn't tell her. Her memory was slowly coming back, as was the fact that she was hungry as her stomach loudly rumbles. 21: Jason winced and Elsa jumped. "I, um, information overload," he said, "I guess you'd better take a closer look at yourself," he stood up and held out a hand and pointed to the private bathroom with the other, "we changed more than just your hair and eyes, but I'm not surprised it hasn't caught up with you yet. Go take a look." 'Mirror shock' was a thing and the new Jenna, or rather the one the medics had called 'Alyssa', was taller and bustier than Jenna had been originally, in addition to the small facial changes and skintone tweaks. the shorter, less curvy figure Jenna had would, ironically, stick out like a sore thumb here as easily as"Alyssa" stood out back home. And she was supposed to blend in. 22: Jenna walks to the bathroom, confused by their reactions. She sees herself in the mirror and lets out a scream. What did they do to her?! Though, when she looked again she didn't look to bad. She was taller, prettier. Her breasts were too large though. She had been happy with her nice C cup breasts, that fit perfectly in a man's hand. Now her breasts were large and would constantly require a bra. Ugh. She turns to check out her ass, which still looked perfect, and her stomach was flatter and thighs thinner. All in all she liked her look, except her boobs. They would just get in the way and cause trouble. 23: Elsa took point for him this time, moving in to the bathroom behind Jenna and running a under the plain white shirt she was dressed in to press a hand between Jenna's shoulder blades. "You asked what my role is here, I am here to serve you, my people want nothing more than for those not like us to be happy." Her touch was warm and soothing for a reason few could put their finger on. Most attributed it to 'Dryad Magic' some, like Jason knew better, but wasn't about to try to explain their biochemistry to a high school dropout. Her kind were both a cop's best friend and worst nightmare, depending on her state of mind. Relaxed, their sweat and tears had a calming effect on most people, intensifying when they were anxious. When sexually aroused it became a powerful aphrodisiac. Terror, on the other hand, released a flood of something like LSD that disoriented anyone nearby. It was the sole reason no Dryad had been sexually assaulted; either she turned the tables on her attackers or left them in a useless stupor, sometimes both. Right now, Elsa was Jason's best asset and both of them knew it. "I think you're beautiful," the girl continued in a soft wispy voice, her free hand sliding around Jenna's torso to cup a breast gently beneath her shirt, eventually placing her palm flat between Jenna's breasts, holding the new girl's heart between her open hands. 23: Elsa took point for him this time, moving in to the bathroom behind Jenna and running a under the plain white shirt she was dressed in to press a hand between Jenna's shoulder blades. "You asked what my role is here, I am here to serve you, my people want nothing more than for those not like us to be happy." Her touch was warm and soothing for a reason few could put their finger on. Most attributed it to 'Dryad Magic' some, like Jason knew better, but wasn't about to try to explain their biochemistry to a high school dropout. Her kind were both a cop's best friend and worst nightmare, depending on her state of mind. Relaxed, their sweat and tears had a calming effect on most people, intensifying when they were anxious. When sexually aroused it became a powerful aphrodisiac. Terror, on the other hand, released a flood of something like LSD that disoriented anyone nearby. It was the sole reason no Dryad had been sexually assaulted; either she turned the tables on her attackers or left them in a useless stupor, sometimes both. Right now, Elsa was Jason's best asset and both of them knew it. "I think you're beautiful," the girl continued in a soft wispy voice, her free hand sliding around Jenna's torso to cup a breast gently beneath her shirt, eventually placing her palm flat between Jenna's breasts, holding the new girl's heart between her open hands. Jenna felt so confused when Elsa walked in and put her hand under her shirt. But she relaxed under her touch. "To serve me?" She didn't want a servant. But if it made the girl happy she would let her. She looks at herself in the mirror as Elsa calls her beautiful. She gasps when her breast is cupped, unsure how she feels about it, then looks at the hand that is between her breasts. She just stands there, not removing it. 24: It was a wordless, sensual moment. Elsa could feel Jenna's initially rapid heartbeat slow as the moment passed. As Elsa slid her hand from between Jenna's breasts and out of the new girl's shirt she said, "you're safe here. Whoever they are, they can't find you here, they do not know the face, the body, in the mirror." Her other hand kept its place as the once-heart hand moved up to caress her neck. In moments, both hands were back on Jenna's shoulders, massaging again. 25: Jenna closes her eyes and lets Elsa massage her shoulders. She was feeling better and more reassured about everything. Her stomach growls again and she opens her eyes again. "Sorry about that. Guess I am hungry." She gives a small chuckle. She felt safe, a rare feeling for her. She waits for Elsa to finish, not wanting to insult her. 26: A handful of kneads and tugs after the word 'Hungry' hits Elsa's ears, she stops for an instant. "Food!" the girl chirps with delight, "good," before going right back to massaging Jenna, hands sliding under her shirt to work her upper back, then grazing down her sides. Jason took the cue to go to the kitchen and, upon discovering the fridge and cabinets fully-stocked, proceeded to make what was for him, comfort food from back in Brooklyn: a warm roast beef sandwich, with cheese melting on top, with chips and a bottle of coca-cola. He brought the lunch to the bedroom on a bed-friendly tray, resting it on the bed. "It's not much," he said after a moment, "but I like to think I can make a decent roast beef melt on a kaiser." By that point Elsa had been working on the tops of Jenna's thighs for about a minute, easily kneading through the soft cotton of too-short shorts. 27: "Oh yummy!" Jenna digs in, taking a huge bite and chewing it quickly before swallowing. "Elsa, what are you doing?" She tries to stop the girl, feeling super embarrassed right now. She loved the food, it was something that was comforting to her as well. She smiled at Jason and waits for him to help her get Elsa to stop. The girl probably meant no harm, but she was starting to freak Jenna out. 28: Elsa had clearly gotten carried away and stopped, pulling her hands way. "I'm sorry, mistress," she said meekly, folding her hands behind her and rounding Jenna to face her, "I got distracted by your body, I am sorry, Mistress," her tone was apologetic, even meek as her eyes moved to Jenna's feet for a few seconds. Jason cleared his throat and Elsa looked upagain, relaxing, throwing him an apologetic look before moving to a chair, out of direct line of sight of them both. "You'll have to forgive Elsa, her people can get a little, shall we say, distracted by things they find attractive. I can't say I know her, but I'd say she's got a thing for fit girls, judging by how she got lost working the kinks out of your hindquarters," Jason said. 29: "It's okay. I'm not hurt." She assured the very saddened girl. Crap, now who knew what Elsa would do, since Jenna hadn't liked her grtting do handy and she said her job was to make her happy. Luckily Jason stopped her from starting her massage again and the girl moved to a chair. Jenna had just taken another bite of sandwich when she hears Jason, and chokes. She coughs until she swallows the bite in her mouth and follows it up with a sip of Coke. "Excuse me, what?" Elsa was attracted to her? But that made no sense! Her body was a sham! And well, she didn't think that way. He nodded. "Dryads are omnisexual, if it or its ancestors were born human, it's alive and has a working sex drive, they want it, it's that simple, though they do have varying tastes. My girl, Oni, will jump my bones if I've had an afternoon at the gym and pumped up too much, but any other day," he waved a hand dismissively, "eh, I have to ask her first." He hoped, and silently prayed that somebody, somewhere had tried to explain to Jenna just how casually sex was treated in these parts. 30: "Woah, wait a second. She's mine? Like for anything at all? I thought... well that she was yours really." She had been eating, because she was starving. But this was a lot to wrap her brain around. She was pretty much as dumb as he was about the going ons of Pacifica as he was when he arrived. "Are they all female?" He was just so damn casual about this stuff. It blew her mind to think thst she'd have a servant that would have sex with her or do absolutely anything to make her happy. Maybe Jason had forgotten what it was like to be in her shoes, not knowing anything about the place he was now. Jason winced at the harsh tone of Jenna's voice. It... was a little familiar. Before he could speak, Elsa came out of her trance and moved over to stand in front of Jenna as tall as she could. "I am no one's pet," she growled proudly, "I am neither his, nor yours. I, and my sisters, serve whom we choose at our pleasure," she took a breath, then another and visibly relaxed, slumping onto the edge of the bed. "You should be happy I wan--" she stopped midword, her eyes flitting about, "like, you," ehs still averted her eyes, visibly still distrought, though she was clearly getting over it as the seconds ticked by. Jason smiled and spoke after an awkward silence. "There, ya see? The sisterhood hath spoken," he said. "They are why this city exists, and why it still stands. And yes, they're all female, though that doesn't mean some very smart people haven't tried to fix it. Without much luck, I'm afraid." Jenna shrinks back as Elsa scolds her. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood Jason." She didn't know how to make it right. She stares down at the food in the tray over her lap. She felt horrible for how she had spoke about Elsa. She should have been happy that someone wanted to spend time with her and make her happy, and instead she was cruel. She wanted to know how they reproduced if they were all female. Surely even if they got pregnant from a normal human make, they'd be half-bloods, and then diluted down further as they reproduced. She didn't dare ask though, for fear if upsetting Elsa with her insensitive questions. Jason cleared his throat. "No harm done. Every rose has her thorns. Just be glad she doesn't get the literal kind when she gets angry, hm?" Elsa snorted in amusement. Jason came over after a moment and patted Elsa on the shoulder. "When you're done I've got a few things to show you, we have to get you a proper wardrobe, for one thing." Jenna looks down at what she was wearing and then nods. "Yes, that would probably be a good idea." She was happy/sad that there wasn't a prechosen wardrobe for her. She quickly finishes her food and looks around for shoes. She was somewhat happy to be going shopping, but also nervous that she'd stick out liek a sore thumb. "Elsa, would you come too? I'm not sure what to choose and I'd appreciate your help." She figured best to play it safe and to be polite with Elsa. And really, she didn't trust Jason to have a high fashion sense. Elsa beamed, "I'd be happy to help!" she said, excitedly, "but you have to get your stones first," she gestured to the living room. Jason had disappeared out of the room and was tending to a wooden box the size of four shoeboxes stacked in a square on the coffee table. "Now then, these," he opened the box's hinged lid and pulled out two hand-sized flat-bottomed riverstones. "Are your wardrobe." He held them out for Jenna, "I'll explain in a second while Elsa demonstrates." Elsa's eyes were alight now, she knew what was coming and she took center stage, or as 'center' as the living room could muster and spread her arms out. In the space of a few seconds, the girl's outfit melted into shimmering silver-gray goo that clung to her skin and flowed into two pieces, one going to her left hand, the other her right. Each was much smaller than the ones in Jason's hand. Her naked figure was the same flawless green as her face and her bare breasts still had the shape of something confined by a bra, yet they clearly weren't. "Ta-da!" she chirped. Jenna just stares, totally confused. Stones were her wardrobe? And now Elsa was naked? This wasn't making a bit of sense at all. Where were the stores with the clothes hanging on racks and folded on shelves? With all the purses and shoes and jewelry? If she had to be responsible for making her own clothes, she was doomed to her current outfit, or she'd be naked. "Okay, what? How is that possible? Why aren't we going to a store? I can't do that." Jason smiled. "Oh, but you can. I've yet to meet a girl born outside the city walls who didn't think this was the best invention of all time." He nudged them toward her, "take it, I can't show you with my hands full, now can I?" He all set them on the tabletop and picked up a phone-sized tablet from inside the box. "The wardrobe has an advanced mode, you can get an augmented reality implant," he gestured with his free hand to one eye, "but the tablet works just as well." He handed her the tablet. It showed a model of Shay, or rather, it was a doll with her measurements and skin tone, and no clothing, arms outstretched. "Tap on each body part to get a list of options, there's about a dozen designs in there, workout and plain professional attire, mostly." He finger-gestured over the tablet, "just push 'ready' when you're done and when it says 'waiting to render' pick up the stones and they'll put it on you, properly tailored and everything." Elsa squeezed her stones once more and they liquefied, creating a bra and panty set in black lace. At the same moment, Jason's T-shirt morphed away, revealing his muscled chest, and his jeans and shoes morphed into sandals and swim trunks in red. #40: Okay, that was making musch more sense then her brain having to do all the work. She took the tablet and played with it, scowling when things didn't work out right. She wasn't thrilled with the option choices available to her. "Can I order more clothes? Cause these aren't that great for anything besides working out and being serious. And I'm doing neither."Sure, she was botching already, but come on. This was completely ridiculous. 41: They both waited, watching Jenna peck at her tablet. Both Jason and Elsa smiled. "That's why we're going shopping. While there are some stores that specialize in bespoke woven clothing, formal wear, lingerie and some specialty stuff like armor and big winter coats, most sell patterns and allow you to model them, and their artists are much more fashion-sensable than I am." He was already making a mental list of where he could take her. "Just render a pair of yoga pants, a tank and some flip-flops, we'll fix you up later," he snarked impatiently after waiting what he felt like was too long. 42: Jenna taps at the screen, except she put some sneakers on her feet. She then hits the ready screen, making sure she had applied the underwear and bra too and then grabs the stones, gripping them tightly as she the clothes changed. She peeks over Elsa for approval since Jason was mad at her already. She hadn't meant to upset him. She was hust overwhelmed by everything that was going on right now. 43: Elsa gave a small look of shock as she saw the underwear render but relaxed a second later and gave a thumbs-up. She, like most Dryads, didn't understand the whole 'underwear' thing. Then again, even clothing itself was, for most of those like Elsa, a foreign concept. "Ready?" Jason asked, gesturing for Jenna to pocket the tablet, "just hang on to that thing. There are a few details to go over," he grabbed a tablet from the table by the door-- her file, and read it over. "You're new name is 'Alyssa Carter', you're from Yonkers, New York and..." he scowled. "21." He looked at her in confusion, not sure if that was right or not, "you're here because of a hospital scholarship, which would explain the unfamiliar-body away, and..." he thumbed at the tablet, "I'm supposed to get you down to see one of the MD's, they have some details to go over with you that are a wee bit out of my wheelhouse," he gestured with the other hand, "seeing as I have the wrong set of chromosomes." He gestured at the door. "Still want me along?" he mused. 44: "Yes of course I do." Jenna says as she walks along. She heads out the door. "22, actually but that's not bad. At least I can still drink. Hmm. Alyssa Carter from Yonkers. At least they left me in New York. Great, must have been a burn victim if I got a hospital scholarship." Jenna wasn't a complete idiot. "And I'm not embarrassed that you'll learn things you didn't know. Unless there is embarrassing details shared. Then that would not be good, but I trust you more than the strangers that will be talking to me." 45: Jason smirked and shifted from a soft, midwestern-ish accent to a Brooklyn one, something he'd shaken by pure exposure here. "you can take 'em out of Brooklyn, but ya can't take Brooklyn out of 'em," he said with a grin. "And for the record, the age for any and all vices here is somewhere between 16 and 19, depending on the individual. Anyone who's hit 18 stateside though, is grandfathered in. He looked at the tablet more closely. "Huh, how bout that, apartment fire," he mused at the 'official' cause of her regenerative migration. He tossed it aside as Elsa ran ahead and opened the door for the both of them. Before leaving he grabbed another tablet, this one a dedicated city guide with a map. He handed it to her as they walked to the elevator. "Here ya go, we're... here." The city was a perfect circle 20 miles in diameter. The "Core" consisted of a ten mile circle with 26 concentric "ring" avenues spaced 1000 feet apart and 36 streets numbered for their degrees (from 36th at due north, 90th to the west, 18th due south and 27th to the west), at the outer edges, falling to only the four 'cardinal' streets in the center. The "A" ring surrounded a park which in turn surrounded an enormous skyscraper, 400 floors tall. Every 4th ring from there on was either park or farms. Just beyond "Z" was a wall, and gates at the 8 principle directions leading to the outer areas. The second five-mile section was newer, with the rings named for people and places instead of phonetics. "...Juliet 46, the best shopping district for you is..." he pointed to a spot near '10 o'clock further in, "Golf 30, that's my usual, beat, too, so I might be a little biased," he gestured with his fingers at that as the lift arrived. Seconds later they'd passed street level in the elevator and arrived in a tunnel, the maze-like passages were empty in the mid afternoon, the unmistakable sounds of foot traffic and the noise of a subway came from below. "Just so you know, I still think New York's subway is better for going places, but this one's much nicer," he said with a chuckle. They reached the platform for The 'Juliett Ring subway without even a turnstyle to slow them down. There waited a dozen people, half of them looked 'normal, like they did, though the men were all various degrees of either buff or 'ruggedly handsome', if not both and the girls 'buxom', their outfits almost uniformly 'professional'. The few that didn't look normal were a handful of Dryads, in a small group, tending pushcarts of goods, a seven-foot tall woman built like a tank, and a small man who resembled a hobbit in a business suit. All of them looked like any New Yorker waiting for the subway did, as if their minds were elsewhere and the particular tableau was the most normal thing in the world. 46: Jenna looks over the tablet with a scowl. How was one to remember all this jumble? New York was super easy to navigate. But this? Rings and Letters and numbers and walls. All the freaking walls. Who needed that many walls? And a square city is much smarter than a round one. She just hated the math that had to be done with circles. She follows after Jason as he keeps spouting facts, quickly growing bored and tuning him out. Of course it was an apartment fire. She was happy to hear how things were legal from a much younger age, and wondered what all was legal. She focused on Elsa and how dhe walked, then looked over the people waiting for the subway. You never knew who you'd meet, but you never had to see them again, unless of course it was part of their daily routine. She took a breath of air, disappointed that it didn't smell at all like the New York underground. 48: The train arrived soon enough, mundane in appearence, if a little taller than most deep-run trains to accommodate taller-than-normal people. The ride was brisk, and the subsequent transfer to another shorter line was just as fast. The people didn't change much; the same exotic faces and figures going about mundane urban lives. When they arrived at their destination and took an escalator to street level, the nearly-noon sun overhead shined down on an intersection of asphalt bisected by streetcar tracks runnin four directions. the same people from the subway, this time more numerous, walked the sidewalks or plied the streets on bikes, rollerblades or small electric carts. On eack side of the streets, stores announced their wares. Most her were clothing stores, though the corner was home to an apothecary with, among other things, a familiar green cross and flanked by a soda shop/bakery and a diner. Across on their side of the street was a bodega, which Jason led her past, away from the bustle of the intersection and to a small dress shop, its sign in elegant script reading, "Ria's of Rivendell." he held the door for the two of them. Inside, the small shop ha foors of wood and paneling to evoke an elven village. Numerous dresses were on display, ranging from elegant medieval-inspired gowns to more casual nightwear. The soft bell as they entered summoned the proprietress out of her back room. A very tall, very slender blonde woman of indeterminate, if youthful age glided towards them, her soft-soed feel making no noise across the floor. Long slender legs and a longer torso were wrapped in a soft, silken dress and shimmering golden hair tamed in a large braid was draped over one shoulder. Sapphire-blue eyes beamed as she saw him. If the eyes weren't otherworldly, the elven ears were. "Jase!" she chirped, arms outstretched for a hug. Her Boston accent quite prominent. The two embraced and she got a look at Jenna, "who's the new girl?" she asked, "Right off the boat?" Jason nodded. "Alyssa carter, out of Sister Mary Clarance's Hospital," he said, bending the truth of her record. Ria quirked an eyebrow. "I see," she looked Jenna over with an inquisitive, professional eye, "well let's see what we can do about little miss hard luck's look, hm?" she gestured to Jenna to join her, "come on back, sweetie." 49: Jenna looks around as they travel, trying not to stare. Wow, the people were very impressive and so was the shops. There were sooo many shops. And they were pretty shops too. She was wanting to visit all of the different shops there was. She follows Jason into the shop and is touching fabrics by the time Ria came out to great Jason. She was curious how they knew each other, but it wasn't her business. She follows after Ria into the back, expecting Elsa and Jason to follow as well. Ria was a very beautiful elf and rather intimidating in her beauty. But she did seem to be very friendly. 50: The back room of her shop had a 3 way mirror platform in one corner, dressmaker dummies and several sewing machines, as well as a rack of quietly humming computers. Ria closed the door to her back room and smiled. "So, you're from witness protection," she said; a statement, not a question. She motioned to the platform flanked by three mirrors, "let's see what we can do for you, shall we?" She grabbed a tablet and lights around the alcove came to life. 51: Jenna steps onto the platform. "How do you know? And where is Jason and Elsa?" She expected them to follow her into the back, and was surprised they didn't. Sure, it was a dress fitting but still. She didn't know this Ria all that well. She takes in the mirrors, lights, sewing machines and computers. Ria obviously did well to have all this equipment. And how did Ria know she was a witness? Did she look that dumb? That shocked and awed? 52: Ria's smile broadened as she realized she was dealing with a girl who was either very sheltered, or who grew up in an entirely different world. "There's no such place as Sister Mary Clarance's Hospital, but there was a movie where a singer goes into witness protection and ends up in a Catholic Convent with the name Sister Mary Clarance. He can't say anything, but he didn't have to. It's a little in-joke we have, you see, when he first came to town, I was what he's doing for you. We bonded over a mutual love of quirky movies and no love for the DamnYankees," she said, her Boston accent coming out. She shook her head as she recalled. "We've shared a bed twice a month for the last seven years but never could make it work, hmm," she mused aloud. She further poked at her tablet and something over Jenna's head hummed to life. "Now then," she stood off to one side of the platform. "Jace brought you to me because he knows I have a better fashion sense than he does and he trusts me, implicitly."Her studious eyes roamed Jenna's figure carefully as she cross-checked her tablet. "Just hold still and spread your arms like so," she held her arms out from her body at a 45 degree angle with her legs doing the same thing. "It's so the computer will get your measurements, then we can play with dolls, okay, sweetie?" 53: Jenna listens to everything that Ria tells her. And inside joke, hmm. Okay. "Hey! Actually, I hate baseball." She chuckles. And her and Jason have been sleeping together? Wowzers. There went any tiny subconscious plan to try to hook up with him. She was nowhere near the beauty of Ria. Jenna stands as Ria orders, arms and legs out as she tries to identify the source of the humming. At least she didn't hsve to suffer from the perfect Ria putting her hands all over her own unperfect body as measurements were taken . 54: For an instant, the mirrors, and the light sources around them went blindingly-white as the hum turned to a shrill whine of a camera flash. "Okay, you can step down, sweetie," Ria said, the room's lighting starting to dim as she continued to fiddle with her tablet. "Let's see what they thought is 'average' these days..." Even before Jenna could step down, a ghostly image appeared over her, getting more solid by the second. It was her, or rather, a hologram of her, dressed as she was at that moment and in the same pose, though her face was more neutral. The image slowly rotated clockwise, hovering a few inches off the platform. As it rendered, measurements and vital statistics and wireframe drawings appeared over Holo-Jenna's body as the clothing vanished and Ria worked the tablet. After a moment she looked up from the tablet, folded her arms under her chest and hummed in professional scrutiny, pointing with her free hand. "Five-nine and a quarter, 155 pounds," she muttered under her breath before taking a breath, "36F, hmm," she said, her hands circling Holo-Jenna's ass now, "a little top-heavy but we can work with that, it's about what you'd expect these days. Workaday fashion's running topheavy this year, all those new Hollywood starlets going enhancer-happy when they come through," she mused, returning to peck at her tablet. "Now then, since someone went to all that trouble to give you those eyes..." The display changed. Clothes appeared and the figure took on a neutral pose with a wry smile. The hologram wore a pair of black hip-hugging leather-looking pants, leather boots with a short heel and a dark purple halter top that wrapped its straps around her neck, the silken fabric clinging to breasts that were pushed up just-so by an unseen something, leaving her back bare save for a few criss-crossing straps of fabric and a hint of her midriff showing. "He'd like this on you, I think, he's got a thing for leather and silk," she said with a small wink. "And..." she paused, remembering where er new charge was from, "forget everything you knew about clothes, they won't have the drawbacks of real leather, they move much better." 55: Jenna blinks from the unexpected flash. She scurries off the podium fast as she can as the hologram came up. That was unexpected. She listens to her height and weight, nothing bad, then hears her breast size. "36F?! No! That's way too big!" She hadn't been able to tell when looking in a mirror. "How do I shrink those?" She did like the outfit that was on her hologram self, it looked sharp. She blushed when it was hinted that Jason would like it, and then she listens in confusion as she's told the clothing is different. Really, she should have expected it, but she was still a bit slow with what was what now. 56: Ria looked puzzled. "Too big?" she asked, as if she was hearing an alien phrase, "you..." she blinked, then rose her eyebrows in comprehension, "you didn't get the talk, did you?" she asked herself more than anything. Of course this is why he came here. "your body as you are now is what we call your natural self, it might not be the one you were born with, but it's the one you return to after all the little potions an serums and charms around here wear off. If you want to change it you'll have to make an appointment with one of the med clinics. Now," she walked over to the bank of computers and grabbed a small vial from a shelf nearby, "one of the things I do is make prescription serum formulas," she held up a vial with her name on it. "changing organs and bone around is something the medics need to do, but just about anything with muscle," she grabbed at her own right upper arm to illustrate, "or flesh, " she hefted a breast, "or anything water-weight-y we can change with a serum that lasts 52 hours. You take it on a friday and it wears off sunday evening. So I don't just make dresses to fit your figure, I can tailor your figure to the outfit. My prescriptions are precision-crafted to put the right curves in the right places, get your skin tone that perfect complexion, even do your hair up." She set the vial down, "you see, Alyssa," she put a hand on Jenna's shoulder. "your sense of self is in here," she said, gently tapping the side of Jenna's head with her other hand, "the body is merely an extension of your mind's desires." She backed away and looked at her up and down again, then at the hologram, "personally, I think that body of yours is a bombshell, and were I that type of girl I'd be all over you," she clucked her tongue, "but I don't like girls like that." 57: Jason said they would be going to the medics after tbis, so she'd being it up with them then. She listened as it was explained to her about all the changes she could make. It was interesting. Everything except height could be changed with a little potion. That was magical. She was more than happy to try the potion made for her. "That's all I've heard, others like my body. I just don't." She shrugs. "I'd rather have the body I like than the one others want me to have." Jenna explains softly. "Though I am interested in the potions you make." She smiles at Ria. "Shall I try it?" 58: Ria ignored Jenna's last question, having been distracted by her first. She punched a few keys on her tablet and the display changed, listing a handful of items. "According to this," she said pointing, "your body hasn't been altered except to correct a congenital predisposition to cancer, a couple of allergies and to give you the eyes and hair coloring. It does mention also they fixed a whole mess of organ damage and burns, but since you came in on a medical that's expected." Though she clearly knew the records were a fib, she wasn't about to say anything. After a moment she dismissed the history. "You're new here, you have what we call morph shock, you want your old body back. I've been there. When I came in I was a teenage drug addict living on the streets of Boston. I'd made a couple whopper mistake in High School and came this," she gestured with two fingers close together, "...close to being swept up in a trafficking ring. One day I was a fragile, weak, and broken, desperately wanting my next fix, and the next I had my health back. It took me a year of counseling to get over it all," she sighed, remembering how hard her own first days were. "You've got a first-year's lock anyway, until you graduate from the right classes and the medics are going to tell you as much. All I can tell you is you'll just have to make the most of the 'new you'," she gestured to the holographic figure as she looked Jenna in the eyes and gently grasped her hands, "look, I know you're scared and confused right now, just give it some time, okay? I'll see to it you have a half dozen outfits and the tits, ass, abs and legs to rock 'em, but," she ran her hands down jenna's sides, pressing in at her waist to emphasize it, "this is the real you now, anything we do to it is just a small change." 59: Jenna groans as she is told that she is stuck in this body for a while year. But Ria was right. This was all a huge shock and she'd have to get used to this. How her body was now. "Okay. Let's get me some outfits." She says with a small smile. Her head was spinning from all the information, and maybe she'd have to see a counselor too. This was a new body, a new life. She'd have to figure things out. But she would have plenty of time for that, until her trial. And then she'd probably get kicked out of this great city. 60: Ria grinned and looked back up at the silk and leather ensemble, "so, this is you as-is..." she pecked at the tablet and a duplicate appeared next to her, their posture changing so they'd both fit on the platform. "And this one," the second had a smaller bust and a plumper ass, "is you with a little rebalancing. That I can get you right away-- I'll give you the pattern and the 'script to get the serum so you can use it if you want, just remember it's meant to last a weekend." She side-eyed Jenna for a moment and smirked. "I know for a fact you wouldn't have been paired up with him if someone didn't think you two'd wind up in bed together more than once; they match on temperament and personality more than looks, because we can change them. How's about we stack the deck in your favor? I can tell you when he's feeling sexiest and what he looks for at the moment, for one thing." she said it so casually. Of course, she had to. For her it was the most natural thing in the world to help another girl get in with a friend of hers. Isn't that what friends did, after all? "I can already guess you have a little thing for the athletic and at least a little muscular sort, even if you won't admit it, given how he usually looks." She flipped the images again and the 'twin' Jennas changed outfits. They both now wore a sheer black nightie that hung loosely from her shoulders and barely covered her breasts. Both were molded and pushed up by something, but it clearly wasn't the fabric, nor a bra underneath. Both figure had a matching pair of panties visible beneath the sheer hem of the 'garment'. That said, the 'altered Jenna's' breasts were bigger and the muscles of her legs and abs considerably more defined. "Now if you want to be taken, this little number will do the trick, with or without the extra up top, but that's if you want to be taken. So I suppose now's a good time to ask, would you rather be taken, or take him?" her mischievous grin broadened at the idea of either. 61: Jenna nods when there is talk about the alterations and that they lasted a weekend only. The talk of her and Jason hooking up had her blushing like crazy. "He is good looking..." she admits to Ria. The nightie barely covered anything at all but it did look pretty good on her. "Uh taken? Take him?" Was that who made the moves that got them in bed? Because she never did the work. She wasn't even sure Jason would want to get in bed with her. "Are you sure he's even into me? I'm nowhere near as pretty as you are." She says honestly. 62: Ria's smile broadened as she thought through Jenna's first question while answering her second, "guys aren't just attracted to one kind of beauty, sweetie," she said, pulling the girl in a little closer, "they have moods and tastes that ebb and flow." She broke away, walking to a shelf and retrieving a couple of thumb-sided pebbles. "And besides, he and I never got along well enough to make what you'd call a," she emphasized in air quotes, "'real relationship' work. Most of the people here are friend with benefits with at least part of their circles, and he and I are no exception to that rule. We talk, we have dinner or drinks and fuck each other senseless every few weeks that's all," she said as she returned and held out the pebbles. "Now then, as for taking him, I imagine where you come from all you think you need is a pair of tits and a working cunt, hm? It's a bit more complicated here. There are two girls for every guy here and half those girls are content to fuck anything with a pulse. If every non-Dryadi girl in this city sat back and expected the men to do all the work they'd never get anywhere. Of course they still have to work for it, too, and they do in their own ways, because although there may be more of us than them, a guy can still be choosy." She gestured again with the pebbles. "Take these, each has a pattern on it, just hold it with a stone and the tablet will do the rest." She clucked her tongue, "now as for teaching you to take him, forget about what you think he wants, do you," she poked Jenna in the chest, "want him? Be selfish! What is it about his looks that's keeping him from being the guy who you just want to fuck all night?" She was almost giddy with excitement as she returned to the tablet, restoring the 'altered' hologram to normal and flicking through a series of semi-formal dresses and swimwear side by side. 63: Jenna takes the pebbles as she keeps learning more and more. Girls outnumbered guys, guys tastes changed. And she'd have to work to get Jason or anyone else in bed. That was a change of pace. She struggles to come up with valid reasons for wanting Jason, something more concrete than he was her first new fuck or just because. Be selfish. She looks at the clothing as it flashes by, not paying attention as she thinks about Jason and bessing him. She would love to hear all of Ria's tips and tricks on what it was he liked and when maybe to try versus when to let him come to her. This was complicated business. She would definitely keep coming back to Ria for advice and clothes and everything else. 64: Ria kept flipping through options and stopped the 'dress' display and made it return to full size, solo-prominence. It showed Jenna in a mid-thigh, silken black dress with a plunging neckline and a hair-matching ribbon cinching her waist, her breasts pushed up enticingly. Her hair was longer, too, coming down to her mid-back and a pair of 3-inch heels grace her feet. "Ahh... just what the tailor ordered, a little black dress," she said, motioning to it, "strictly speaking, the heels aren't in vogue around here, but in my opinion some old fashioned ways are just better, and this little number is one of them," her eyes were alight as she turned to Jenna, "whatcha think, sweetie? wanna try it on for him?" 65: Jenna looks at the dress that is put on display for her. It looked sexy, but not slutty, and the heels were doable, hopefully. "Okay. I'll try it on." She was more than happy to see what Jason thought of it, if he'd like it or not. That would tell her if she should go for getting him in bed or if she should hold off, maybe go after another guy. 66: Ria giggled slightly, poked at her tablet, then pulled a pea-sized pebble from a slot in the device. "Do you have your tablet handy?" she asked, not bothering to see if she had it slid into her waistband or a hidden pocket on her simple workout getup, "just hold this and you'll be able to render," she offered it for Jenna, "I'd say these things take all the fun out of getting ready for a date, but I don't miss it all the time," she said, "I do make the real things, after all, but I do wonder how we ever got along without it." 67: "Oh, real clothes?!" Jenna grabs ahold of the word and doesn't let go. She pulls out her tablet and fiddles with it as she chatters. "I was wondering about how you'd get these off, like especially for sex. I mean there is nothing better than the two of you going at it, ripping off clothes, and then spending 20 minutes cursing at a stuck zipper. In my experience, makes the sex waaayyy better." She fumbles with the tablet, trying to figure it out. "Besides, getting ready is so much fun, though there are times I have wished for something kinda like this. Like when my eyeliner is lopsided, or my hair decides not to do what I want." 68: Ria smirked. "Oh, they'll come off just like normal clothes. Zippers, strings, buttons and all. That is part of the fun, after all," she motioned to her dressmaking studio, "and some people do like the real thing, I charge about twice as much for it as a pattern, but hey pay it," she shrugged with a wry smirk, "I'd just make them once, scan the pattern and let the stones figure out the tailoring, but people still want them done the old fashioned way. Though for you, I don't think you could afford my wares just now, but I'm happy to be a consultant," she grinned and leaned forward and finished in a whisper, "especially when you're dressing for him." 69: Jenna finally gets everything as it should be and gets into the dress. "Crap, I can't even pay you now! I have no money..." she looks down at the dress sadly, frowning as she thinks about being able to walk in the heels and look semi-sexy, not like a newborn giraffe. "But I will go to no one else for clothes related to him, and for advice." She couldn't say she wouldn't shop elsewhere, because of course she would. She was a woman after all. 70: Ria put a hand on jenna's shoulder. "If you can bed him wearing something I gave you, consider that my payment, hmm?" she said, giving her a push toward the door, "now go show off, sweetie," she chirped happily. Out in the rest of the shop, Elsa had disappeared and Jason, ever the dutiful man, was passing the time on bis phone, immersed in something or another when he heard the door to the back room creak open. He'd long ago figured out that when a girl takes you shopping, sit quietly nearby until she calls for you. But Ria being Ria, he knew deep down that the wait would be worth it. 71: Jenna takes a deep breath and manages to not fall once she gets where Jason can see her. She stands in front of him and does a little twirl for him. "Well? What do you think?" She was beyond excited that she hasn't fallen on her face yet, in front of Jason at least. She had looked in the mirrors before coming out here and definitely liked to look on herself. She didn't even think about Elsa being gone, she was waiting for Jason to pass the verdict. Obviously it wasn't for wear all the time, but she had the other outfit, plus whatever else they bought. The dress was so soft against her skin, and had her feeling covered and exposed at the same time, with the design of the fabric. 72: His jaw hung open as he saw her for the first time in that dress. To his eyes her figure had been 'average' (or as average a thing as someone could get used to around the city, anyway). But as usual, Ria worked her magic and his eyes were transfixed, particularly where her breasts were concerned, being teased by the tips of her much longer wavy hair. He whistled in approval. "Wow," he managed to blurt out after a moment as he scrambled to his feet and fumbled his phone to the floor. He closed the distance to her and hovered his hands over her shoulders, not quite touching her. "Elf magic to the rescue," he said with a laugh, getting a good look down her cleavage from his vantage point. The 'weightless' look of her breasts was, as he knew, one of those tricks the 'stones' could do that ordinary fabric had no hope to duplicate that he never bothered to figure out (and few, save Ria, even bothered to ask). "I..." he groped for more adjectives but was utterly stunned, completely ignoring the fact she was as tall as he was now. 73: Oh, Ria was right! He was just staring at her with his mouth open! She'd have to thank her later. When he stood and looked down her cleavage, she was embarrassed and proud at the same time. "Oh, this old thing?" She is barely able to sound like she couldn't care less about the dress. "Yeah, I guess it's nice." Inside, she was squealing with joy that she had his attention and that he was speechless. It was nice, however, to be as tall as he was, it boosted her confidence even more. So she was stuck in a strange new body. Jenna was still able to hold a man's attention. She couldn't wait to wear the other clothes from Ria, and see the effect they had on Jason. Maybe she could get him in bed after all. 74: Jason could scarcely believe this was the girl he'd brought in here, and still struggled to find words. He stared, shamelessly at the plunging neck line of her dress, the way just a little bit of flesh bulged over the top in just the right places as she breathed. "My compliments to your tailor," he said after making himself take a half step back, his hands still hovering an inch away from her arms as he 'held' her in his sight. "You look incredible. How does it feel?" He asked, his breath quickening a little. 75: Jenna was bursting with happiness as he just stares. She notices he manages a step back, and it wasn't easy for him. "Actually, I love it! It foes feel different from fabrics I am used to, but in a good way. Weightless, really. And Ria is making me a few more designs." She informs him. She takes a step closer to him, heart still beating faster than normal. She presses herself up against him, feigning innocence. "Thank you for bringing me here to her. I get pretty clothes and a new friend!" She chirps. Her breasts press into his chest as she places a kiss on his cheek, before turning and walking back to Ria, who she expected to have been spying on them. She wanted feedback on how she did. 76: Ria had been spying on them, using the surveillence system in the shop and the holoprojector in her office to watch the whole exchange up close and personal. She watched Jason blush brilliantly as Jenna kissed him and then backed away. By the time Jenna returned to the back room she was jumping up and down, or nearly so, bouncing on her toes like and excited school girl, hands in the air, using every last shred of composure to keep from squealing in delight as her face beamed. She turned around as Jason walked out of the field of view of the holo-cam and looked at Jenna, beaming. "You did it," she squeaked, her attempt at keeping her excitement from carrying came out mangled. She took a few quick breaths and regained her composure, clearing her throat. "well, then, looks like he'll be yours in short order. I, ah, have a thought on how we can manage that," she said with a wink. "His trainer owes me a favor," she finished with a grin, "I can see to it he's just tired enough to be clay in your hands." She walked over to Jenna and gave her a triumphant hug. Then she reared back in thought, biting her lip in fond rememberance, "Just one question... how much muscle do you like on your guys? Or how much a size queen? If I don't tell the trainer exactly which of his two or three figures to condition, he might come home looking like he could go toe to toe with the Hulk and win." She blushed at the thought of their last night together and purred slightly, her knees wobbled enough she forced herself to sit on a stool lest she fall over. "That was a fun night," she blinked herself back to the present, "but, ah, might be a bit much for a first timer. Unless you have a fantasy like that rolling around in your head." 77: Jenna squeals with Ria about Jason and hos reaction. She couldn't believe she pulled it off! She changes into the purple top and leather pants as they speak. Oh, she couldn't wait for tonight! "No hulk, please." She wrinkles her nose. "There is such a thing as overly muscled. Like that Schwarzenegger guy, waaayyyy too muscular." Really, who thought that was attractive? "But I would appreciate any and all help that I can get from you. Like sending him home just tired enough that fe falls for me, not too tired that he can't do anything. That would be so sad." Jenna puts prettily. "So, tips, tricks, advice? You know what he likes and dislikes." Jenna sits on another stool, waiting for all the info that Ria would give her. It was nice to have a girlfriend. Especially one as invested as Ria was in her getting some. This place would be fantastic after all. 78: Ria nodded at Jenna's rant, making an appropriate mental note. "Oh, I dismissed that look in the beginning, too. They do it better here, and besides, eventually you'll spend a day in a pumped-up body and feel the rush of it all," she shrugged, "nice to visit, though. Besides, once you realize the Dryadi don't have a size limit and," she gestured to the front of her shop, "that apothecary across the street sells serums that will let you take any..." she leaned forward and emphasized every syllable, "...thing," you can more adventurous than you'd ever thought," she said. She paused, poking at the tablet and bringing up another day outfit, a flowing purple floral-print sundress and sandals, and smirked. "And as for Jace, what kind of confidante would I be if I gave away all his secrets? I will tell you this: when you start going at it, your Dryad is going to come to you and ask if you want her help. Not him," she pointed to her, "you, they defer to women. She has some..." her eyes hit the ceiling as she thought of the words, "some magic that will help you two. It's what they live for, after all." 79: Jenna's eyes widen as she hears about the apothecary across the street. Maybe when she got more used to this place she'd be more adventurous. She didn't understand the thing about the rush of bodybuilding, but she might eventually. It was something to keep in mind. Jenna pouts when Ria says she won't tell her all the secrets of Jason and sex, but it did make sense. "Okay, so let Elsa help. Uhm, how exactly will she be doing that? I mean what exactly is she helping with?" Jenna didn't understand what Ria was saying about her Dryad helping. Like she'd join in or...? And they deffered to women... huh. 80: Ria nodded. "Yes, she will help. She will help you two get comfortable with each other, if you like. If not, she will keep her distance, but I do encourage it," she said with a grin, sliding herself closer to Jenna. "You see, among this abilities is to bridge what we call the arousal gap between men and women. You know how men can get it up like that!" she snapped a finger, "but go off just as fast? Well they can fix that. A man under a Dryadi spell can go all night. Not just three or four times, mind you. Dozens, each as powerful as the first. Likewise, they can make sure you get wet and stay wet to keep things going." Ria didn't tell her the dark truth behind the now-benign creature's origins. How their ancestors 'gift' to men ramped up their virility levels to the exculusion of all else, giving the men what those that had seen it and live to tell the tale, 'death by a thousand orgasms'. Or that the same female-centric aphrodisiac was used to turn an ordinary woman into a nearly-mindless mutant with the ability to give birth to offspring, who's quantity by the end days of the second 'war' were limited only by the resources nearby all of whom emerged fully grown ready to repeat the cycle anew. "And..." Ria continued, "they'll look to you because their creator was a woman who thought men were only good for making babies," she twitched a little. "Let's just say you'll hear all about their origins eventually. Whether you come to fear them, or pity them, just know that years ago, someone was faced with the decision to destroy three million lives after their queen was killed. She didn't, and today they are over five million, almost four in this city alone." 81: Jenna is spellbound by the picture that Ria was painting. Sex, all night long. All might, nonstop. That sounded glorious. And satisfying. She would accept Elsa's reauest if it was made. She starts to daydream about her and Jason in bed, going at it, several different positions, each better than the last. The possibilities were endless! She focuses again when Ria talks about their past, and how there were 5 million Dryads around. 4 million lived in the city! And she was lucky enough to have one! She was curious about the origins of the Dryads, but that could wait. She just wanted to get to this evening and the night of passionate sex. "Err, I do have a question, about safe sex and..." Jenna trails off, hoping Ria understood and can figure it out. 82: Ria's eyes widened for a moment and then laughed. "I suppose, if your origin is as rough and tumble as I think it is that I should be impressed, and I am," she said with a smirk. "Everyone here is entitled to free healthcare, what's more, everyone gets immunized and treated for a host of problems, from the flu, to diabetes, cancer and every form of sexually transmittable disease known to the outside world. And =..." she smirks. "not only are your baby-making abilities put on hold until you want them to be, but you'll never have another monthly bout of cramps, mood swings or," she cleared her throat, " a bloody mess, again." She crossed her legs. "you'll get that whole public health lecture from the medics your first time, and they have ways of tracking your 'who's' and 'what's' and 'whens' if something does go sideways. It's worth never having to put up with Aunt Flo ever again, trust me," she joked, hopping off her stool and gesturing to the sundress. "Something for the road today?" she asked. 83: Jenna was relieved to hear about the stds and pregnancy news. The other was actually good too. Sure, the medics would cover it, but she felt more comfortable asking her new friend Ria. The idea of people knowing who she was doing was a hit scary, but no period and cramps was an amazing trade off. Especially as she had been one of the unlucky ones who got hit the hardest and that the doctors could barely do anything for. She ended up wearing dipers at all times during her period, changing them frequently and taking several medications to try to dull the pain and reduce the flow. Birth control had only made it worse. She looks at the dress and then down at what she is wearing. "That over this? You sure?" She was quite happy in what she was wearing now. Not that she didn't like the dress, she just felt her current outfit was sexier than the dress. Especially as she was planning in getting laid tonight. She was growing giddy thinking about it. And maybe she should get that tablet contact, it would make things a bit faster and sexier. That would have to be something the medics educated her about. Plus she still had to worry about the stones and how to keep them on her at all times. "Oh, Ria, how about a purse? So I have something to keep the tablet and stones in?" 84: Ria blinked, then hemmed and hawed for a moment and gestured at the tablet. The image of the leather and silk-clad Jenna returned, this time augmented with a black leather messenger bag. "That is definitely you, and I can make that bag for you real quick, the stones don't do accessories like that." She pecked at the tablet again and a machine embedded in one wall sprang to life and began doing something. "It'll only take a few minutes, canvas is easy to print up." She smirked and guided back out the door, holding it open for her. "Lets go see him, shall we?" 85: Jenna nods as Ria makes a bag for her. "Bag looks great." So some things did have to be made. Good to know. "Want to see his reacyion in person?" She was a lot more confident in ths outfit, and still felt sexy. She was excited to face Jason in this outfit. She would visit Ria tomorrow to give her all the dirty details of the night. 86: Jason was waiting for them as Ria led her out and again his jaw dropped, but this time he was ready for it. "Whoa," he said as he saw the outfit, his eye drawn to the sway of her hips by the hint of skin right after her breasts, the way the were pushed up by another of Ria's little tricks, this one emphasizing their roundness beneath the halter rather than trying to escape a dress. They bounced ever so slightly as she walked. "Ria," he said, looking up at the taller elven woman, "you're amazing, as always," he looked back at Jenna, "are you all set?" he asked. 87: "Just need my bag that Ria is making." Jenna smiles. "She is amazing, thank you for introducing us!" Jenna is pleased that Jason likes this outfit too. This was a great day so far. She was happy, learning and liked. Nithing more could be asked for. 88: Jason nodded. "Well you're welcome, my dear," he said, moving over to give Ria a hug, which turned quickly into a kiss, clearly initiated by her before she whispered something in his ear that made him grin, and then blush with obvious embarrassment as she told him she'd told Jenna everything about him, even though she'd left plenty out. He broke the embrace after a moment and turned to Jenna, drawing her in for a similar, though more platonic, hug. This was just the first stop of the day and now that she looked like a local, she could steadily become one. 89: Jenna watches Ria and Jason with a small bit of jealousy. Ria may be helping her out, but it was still hard to see them like they were. She sees Jason blush and wonders what it was that Ria told him. She fiddles with her bag as she waits for Jason to come back to her. Jenna was confused when Jason decided to hug her, but hugged him back. She figured they would go to some more shops and the medics before they found some dinner. And then it was off to their apartment, and hopefully the best sex of her life. 90: Jason had plans for them. A quick run to the apothecary, a stop at a clinic, then back home. He'd sent Elsa on ahead to get food for dinner, deciding to cook for the newcomer for her first evening. He didn't notice that Ria had other plans for him. For them. Ria went to retrieve the bag and while she was away his phone rang. He excused himself and stepped to the far corner of the shop to answer it. He smiled at the familiar voice. "Hey Z," he said, "what's up?" after a moment he scowled. "sparring..." his voice trailed off, "damn, I forgot. Had a big mixup this morning, I totally forgot and--" he stopped, the mumbling voice cut him off, "I can do that, where do you want to meet?" Another scowl after a second. "Okay. Give me 30. Bye." He hung up and turned to Jenna and by now, Ria, "change of plans," he looked at Ria first, "my sparring partner reminded me of my other duty," he said, "if I don't go today my Captain won't be too happy with me, I'm behind on my fitness quals as it is." He was in a bind. Jenna didn't have a comm yet, no phone or implant, so she had to be escorted. Besides himself there were only two who could do this: Elsa and his designated second, which in this case was his own escort. Ria. "Ria, can you ah, take Alyssa home for me," he pulled a keycard from his pocket." He rattled off the address, then sighed. "I'll be a few hours, I gotta swing by Z's place and get some things for him, then have to get a few things from my place." He scowled at the clock. "I'll won't be home for dinner, can you..." Ria, still holding Jenna's new bag, put an arm around the woman. "Keep her company and order some chinese food while you take care of the life stuff the Ministry forgot you had? sure," she said with a smile. He moved in and kissed her again before excusing himself. ----- Ria escorted Jenna back to her new home. The pair whiled away the afternoon with more gossip, mostly about childhood experiences back home and, at Ria's suggestion, watched Sister Act and its sequel before ordering chinese from a restaurant on the corner for the three of them, as Elsa had gotten in on the impromptu 'girls' day in'. Ria knew his schedule, however, and made a convincing argument for needing to tend to her shop just before dinner, leaving Jenna and Elsa alone. Jason, meanwhile, ran clear across town and back to rescue his friend, Z, who'd forgotten a gift for a girlfriend at home. Their sparring match stuck to his usual body, rather than one of the two larger 'hazard' bodies he could summon with short notice (and, he mused, be on the hook for paperwork explaining why he used a Force-issue serum implant. At least they let him use them recreationally every now and then). He ate dinner on that side of town, caught in the late afternoon commuter rush that played hell with the subways and streetcars. It was eight before he got home, tired, a little sore and rather road-weary. But at least he'd showered and dressed in clean clothes for the trip home. He rubbed one shoulder absentmindedly as he knocked on his own new door, making a mental note to get a second key at one point. His entire body ached, his muscles visibly swollen from the strain of a hard workout. 91: Jenna had a feeling that Ria was behind the sudden schedule change, but she couldn't complain. Having a girl's day was nice. She loved The Sister Act and it's sequel finding it even more hilarious because of how much she could relate to it. Being in hiding, trying to fit in someplace you didn't feel like you belong. It was only thanks to Jason and Ria that she made it through the day. She sighs and thinks about home, what she would be doing, what she would be wearing. How many bruises she would have to hide. Jenna focuses back on the present, and eats the chinese food ordered. She laughs and jokes and gossips and nods when Ria leaves. She clears everything away, and then goes to her room where she changes into the black nightie and waits for Jason to come home. She gets the door when he comes knocking about 8 o'clock, happy that they only had the one key. She does her best to look sexy as she opens the door, and smiles as she sees Jason. "Hey handsome. Long day?" She wasn't confident in her abilities anymore, and desperately wished that Ria was still around to help her out. She bit her lip as she waited for a response from Jason. She shouldn't have done this so soon. He was probably going to just brush past her, and then she'd go cry in her room. 92: Jason's shoulders slumped as he waited for the door. As it opened his eyes went wide at the sight of Jenna, or more to the point, her chest. If Ria knew one thing shout him, it was that he was a 'breast man' first, and the shape hers took under the sheer nightie made it look like they were trying to ooze out the absurdly low neckline. He made a mental note to thank Ria for her mammary molding magic. It was the only thing he could think of for the better part of the first ten seconds. "Whoa," he said a breathy voice, clearly fatigued and flustered. His sex drive was less flummoxed and his workout shorts, already clingy, showed all almost-8 inches of his arousal in short order. "Hi...uh, have a good afternoon?" He asked. His mind still stunned, it was the best he could do. She learned fast. 93: Jenna was surprised that she did get his attention after all. And his cock wasn't shy. "It was pretty good, though I was hoping to have a wonderful evening." She purrs. Jenna pulls him inside and shuts the door, pressing up against him. Her hand wanders down between him as her breasts smoosh against his hard chest. He confidence was returning, and she feels sexy. After rubbing him for a bit, she tugs them to his room, as hers still wasn't set up to her needs. She lays back on the bed, pulling him on top of her before she gives him a long, slow, passionate kiss. She may have been moving a bit fast, but she needed to take advantage of his confusion. Or else she might start overthinking everything again. Tomorrow she would be thanking Ria for everything. Tonight, she would be enjoying herself. 94: She pulled him in and shut the door so quickly he was left in a haze. He had just enough time to register her touch and lean in close enough to get a wiff of her hair before she pushed and pulled him to his bedroom. He'd not even set for in it yet and it was an otherwise hotel-perfect queen bed with modern plastic-and-metal furnishings and a firm memory-foam mattress with dark, solid-color bedding (taken from his preference file). It looked just familiar enough to his old quarters to make him think he was home as she pulled him down atop her. Whether it was the instincts of martial arts training, years of being in this situation or both, he reacted with automatic, reflexive action. His hands hit the firm mattress with a thud on either side of her head and his knees hit the bed flanking her hips. Her kiss hit him like a train, his arms, already fatigued from his workout trembled and buckled. He dropped a few inches, pressing his torso to her breasts. As the kiss wore on he sunk lower and lower. By the time she broke the kiss it was then, and only then some part of him realized that he might hurt her if his arms gave out (or at the least ruin the moment). With what would be the last of his whole body strength for a while, he momentarily balanced himself on one side and grabbed her lower ribs on the opposite side, pushing his hand into the mattress to grip her body firmly. He rolled her over, himself onto his back in the middle of the bed, and her atop him.. The last ounces of bulk strength in his upper body had his two hands holding her body tightly, allowing her own legs to straddle his torso, leaving her sitting on his hips and the shaft of his erect cock pressing against her ass. He groaned in painful relief as muscles finally relaxed. With his arms no longer needing to hold his weight, they wrapped around her and pulled her in, squashing her sift, silken breasts against his chest as he kissed her. The he said something with a weak grin. "I think we will," his voice somewhere between strained, relieved and excited, depending on the syllable he was trying to make. "You'll need to lead for a while, Z kinda beat me up." It was then that a soft, feminine coo came from out in the living room. Elsa gingerly peeked her head around the corner of the door, her hair more wavy than normal and her green eyes alight with anticipation, "Mistress?" She breathed, "may I assist you?" Jason tried to sit up but his abs screamed a fiery protest loud enough for him to wince and give up. He half nodded in reassurance to Jenna. 95: His room may not have been set up by him, but Jenna didn’t know that. It looked like it was set up by him. The mattress was a bit firmer than she expected, but she didn’t complain. Jason was smelling of arousal and was brimming with power. He landed well considering she had yanked him down with no warning, and he straddled her thighs so well. It didn’t bother her when his chest pressed into her breasts, his weight was comforting and wanted. She smiles up at him when the kiss gets broken, seeing he enjoyed it too. It was a bit of a surprise when he flipped her over, but she doesn’t fuss as she settles on top of him, feeling his cock against her ass. She wiggles some so her pussy was over him and starts to grind on him. Her panties were soaked in no time. She could lead, she hoped. It shouldn’t be too hard. The good thing was that he was too tired to stop her, his warm hands resting on her hips. “Mm, well I shall thank Z later.” She runs her hands over his chest, thinking of what to do first. She was about to get started when Elsa poked her head in, looking a little different and asking if she could assist. Jenna pushes Jason back down as he tries to sit up. “Relax. I can handle this.” She sees him nodding that Elsa can help so she turns to the Dryad. “Yes please, Elsa. You may assist me. She was excited to see what would be happening next once the girl started her magic. 96: Elsa glided in, revealing the fact she was wearing a simple white nightgown draped loosely about her shoulders and obscuring most of her small, curvy figure. Her eyes shone brightly in the room's low light as she moved to the side of the bed, eyes fixed on Jenna. She was all-smiles. "Yes, Mistress Alyssa?" she asked. She trembled with anticipation, breathing deeply. The sweet scent of tropical orchids seemed to emanate from her. Jason inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly, knowing relief for his aches would come. "Tell her she can trust my word," he said softly, "it'll make things faster." He didn't want to try to relay complex instructions through someone as inexperienced as Jenna. He knew he could handle himself in an hyper-aroused state and still be coherent, but that was thanks to years of practice. 97: Jenna looks over Elsa, who was looking rather attractive. Damn, maybe she would go for girls. First Ria, now Elsa. Jenna was about to speak when she hears Jason telling her to tell Elsa to trust him. Good, she didn't know enough to ask for help properly. "Elsa, trust Jason. He knows what he is talking about and will not hurt me. Please.'' Jenna adds that as an afterthought, she didn't want to anger her dryad. The room smelled lovelier by the second as Elsa stood there, and to Jenna's surprise, the scent did not become cloying. 98: Jason smiled at Elsa, "okay, sweetie, kiss me," he whispered." Elsa's eyes lit up and she leaned over and kissed him. As she did so t looked as if she was breathing life back into him, he inhaled through his nose, taking up her pheromones as he went and the pain in his muscles disappeared, though it would take several moments for his strength to come back. What did get a boost was his erection; it got at hard as it could, filling out to full rigidity as if it were ready to pop. He groaned with delight at the feeling, beckoned her close whispered something in her ear. She furrowed her brow in confusion, "but Master, I'll need to be touching you if--" He hushed her, "I know, he said in a stage whisper so Jenna could hear, "you won't be going far. now kiss her," he gestured to Jenna, "undressm then come up here," he padded the bed beside him, "take pleasure yourself, I'll let you know when. Then..." he beckoned her close and whispered something so profound Elsa squealed and jumped with delight, then kissed him again." She straightened up and knelt on the bed next to Jenna, "may i kiss you?" she asked, her body jittering from the excitement. 99: Jenna watches in amazement as Elsa kisses Jason and he seems to recover from his sparring. She shifts as his cock stands up even higher. She is jealous when Jason whispers to elsa, she can't hear anything except for Elsa's response to him. She listens as Jason orders Elsa to kiss her, and afterwards to undress and sit on the bed beside them and pleasure herself until Jason said it was time for...something. Jenna didn't like being left out, but she was trusting Jason to know what he was doing. She is startled when Elsa squeals in delight after Jason says something to her. Elsa then kneels beside her and asks to kiss her. Jenna had no choice, really, not if she didn't want to mess up Jason's plans. "Yes, you may kiss me." She grants permission to the Dryad. 100: Elsa gently grabs the back of Jenna's head and plants a long, slow kiss on her plump lips, the heat growing more intense between them. The rush that follows is electric. Like the best coffee buzz combined with the best news ever heard. The total euphoria quickly concentrates in Jenna's pussy, her arousal building to near orgasm but never quite going over the edge, for the duration of their kiss and a little while longer. The Dryad broke the kiss and inhaled slightly before pulling away to sit back on her heels. "Master Jason has told me to tell you that you may control when he cums. And as long as I am touching any part of you, I can keep you on the edge for as long as you wish, Mistress," she said with a light of excitement in her eyes. "As the evening progresses, my nectar may prove exciting for the both of you, if you so choose, Mistress." Jason was all-smiles during this. He knew what was coming, or what could, at any rate.