The sounds of laser blasts fill the night...Danc is running as fast as he can. Explosions follow even bigger explosions...Danc runs but cannot seem to get away. He hears the sound of war machines coming up behind him...he stops to turn around, to face his foe. As he does, he trips and falls. Stumbling around, he sees that he fell over a long flowing dress that he is wearing. Red faced, he tries to pull the dress off himself, only to hear the sound of a gun charging. Looking up, he sees Jello inside the tank. Looking as amazing as ever, she says, “Don't worry, I'll get it off you.” The tank fires and Danc screams and...he hits the carpeted floor.
Danc, covered in sweat, rolls on the floor, tangling himself even more in his dress. Cursing himself and the dress, he finally gets it off himself, flinging it across the room. “I hate this,” he mumbles. Not carrying for the life he lives now, having forgotten the pleasure he had just experienced a few hours ago, he rips the bra and panties off as well. Feeling manly and free again, he now notices his thirst, “Probably from all that running in my nightmare,” he chuckles to himself.
Noting that Delvin's door is closed and the apartment being completely silent, he walks softly downstairs. The darkened two-story apartment is still easy to navigate with the lights of the downtown city coming in the wall of windows on the one-side of the apartment. Moving quietly still, he goes into the kitchen. Remembering the incident with the fridge, he decides to open the right door, instead of the left. However, the right door will not open, with a warning displayed: access denied. “What?” he mumbles, “He's locked me out of the fridge?” In disbelief, he tries the left side door, which opens easily.
Confused but thirsty, he quickly looks in to see a six-pack of plastic bottles of Pink Lady. Hmmm, he recalls vaguely, that stuff was refreshing, or was it 'Pink Flower'? Shrugging his bare shoulders and grabbing three, he closes the door with his butt and steps to the counter. Snapping open the lid, he drains the first one in a second, dropping it softly into the garbage container. The second one goes down just as smoothly and just as quickly. Leaving it in the garbage container, he takes the third and wanders around the apartment.
He notes the fine art work on the walls, the expensive furniture around the rooms, the plush carpets, the large screen TVs. This guy is either making a lot of money, or hopelessly in debt trying to impress his clients. Swigging more and more of the drink, he finishes it off as he gets into the media room. “I'll bet the sound system is amazing,” he whispers. “It is,” a voice says from behind him.
Danc cannot help but jump, thinking he was alone, nearly dropping his drink. He turns around and sees Delvin standing there in an open bath robe. Danc has the drink still in his hand, so he tries to cover himself, blubbering, “Uh, uh, I was...oh...uh.” But then he realizes he should cover both his chest and below his waist. He moves the bottle up, noting that does not cover it. Then he moves it down, while covering his chest with his other hand. Delvin chuckles and replies, “I have seen it all before Danica, just not yours,” he says with a wink. “Couldn't sleep?”
Delvin throws Danc an ovesized shirt he had in his hand. In that motion, Danc notices that Delvin is naked under the bathrobe. He notes the small amount of hair on his chest and the noticeable absence of hair below his waist, along with what he would expect to see on a woman on his home planet. He does not want to stare, but his “womanhood” (or is it a “manhood”) is clean of hair and looks perfectly inviting. Danc catches the shirt awkwardly, chasing away those thoughts yet leaving his naked front wide open again, but then quickly slips the shirt over his head. The shirt covers him to just below his butt cheeks. “Thank you, I was just...I needed something to drink.” Danc finally gets it out, shaking the bottle in front of him awkwardly. Delvin nods as he steps back into the kitchen, “Same here. I find I do not sleep through the night often anymore.” Hmm, Danc makes a mental note of that, and follows him slowly, hoping to get past him to get back upstairs.
Delvin opens the right side of the fridge and grabs a similar type plastic bottle. His says 'Blue Waterfall.' Danc notices the right fridge door opened for him, and that it appears to be completely separate. “Nightmares?” Danc asks nonchalantly, side stepping through the kitchen. Delvin nods his head, “Sort of. There are so many things riding on my performance right now, that if anything goes wrong, I lose everything.” Looking at Danc, he adds, “And now, even though we just met, I find myself needing to trust you with more and more.” Danc stops moving and asks, “Really? That does not seem like a good plan.” Danc curses himself for being so honest, as he is tied to this guy's contacts, but he has no desire to help more than he has to. Maybe I'm being too honest here, he thought about saying but did not.
Delvin nods again between sips, “I know. But your interaction with Jello was actually perfect, which means you have to come with me now to solidify the two deals that I have spent months preparing.” Danc motions to say something, but Delvin holds up his hand, “And, your acting job as an android was also perfect, which is good because my android was damaged during repairs and will not have it for weeks now” (Delvin cannot believe they dropped it down a flight of stairs...on accident). Danc puts his head down in disbelief, cursing under his breath. When he looks up, Delvin is close to him, maybe too close. Sitting his drink down, Delvin puts his hands on Danc's hips. “And I know it is too early for you to have feelings for me, but if you really want to get off world, you are going to have to fake some, because,” Delving pauses to look into Danc's eyes, “My world needs to believe I have a beautiful woman that wants me and can be trusted with anything.”
Maybe it was the three Pink Lady's or maybe it was the way he said it or maybe that stinger was still messing with his mind, but Danc sets his bottle on the counter and puts his hands on Delvin's waist. He is used to being taller than his love interests, but this is still weird. Not saying what he is thinking, that he would choose another way, if there was another way. “You know I want to leave, and I will do anything I can to get it,” Danc says softly. Delvin moves in closer, his body heat could be felt through Danc's oversized shirt. “Anything?” Delvin asks with a grin. Danc catches the insinuation and replies, “Well, maybe you should let me know what it will be...I'm still new here,” he says with a grin as well, trying to deflect the topic. Delvin leans in and pushes up on his toes, pressing his body closer into Danc's. He gently kisses Danc on the cheek and replies, “I can live with that,” and the moment between them passes without anything further.
Delvin pulls himself away, pushes the bottles into the trash can, then gives Danc a playful spank on the butt, “For now.” Danc turns sharply, but Delvin has already walked out of the room. Danc is a little unsure what to think now as he seems to be falling into a more feminine role, especially with his nipples pushing hard against this shirt, which doesn't help, he thinks while rolling his eyes. What is going on? Danc wonders, raking his hand through his short hair. Seeing the bottles in the trash, he mumbles, “Gotta be the drinks,” he mumbles, then walks a little unsteady up to bed. “Or maybe just the shock of this crazy day.”
The next morning, Danc is in the shower washing off yesterday night and the very-early this morning. With daylight brings new resolve, and he is resolved not to let any of that happen again. As he washes with the soap and cloth, he observes his body is almost completely smooth now. He has lost all hair but for his head. Not that he is complaining, as he does not have to shave (and I hate shaving, he admits to himself), but he wonders what is happening. The body wash bottle says “extra foaming lather” and “extra smooth skin” and “now with more Estrolox added” (whatever that means). He does think the “For females only” and “for body parts only” might have something to do with it, but that is a problem for another day, as he grabs the shampoo bottle for his hair on his head (also with 33% more Estrolox”).
Dried off now (wow, my nipples seem bigger and more sensitive than they used to be), he pulls the android suit on, making sure the 'joints' and 'gears' line up properly. It seems to be snug in the same places as yesterday, but maybe not as snug (hope I didn't stretch it too much, he thinks). With the hood pulled into place, he walks towards Delvin's bedroom. Stepping in, he calls, “Could use an extra hand with the suit!” Delvin appears out of the bathroom to the right, as if he just pressed his whole body along with the expensive suit. Danc notes, even his hair looks starched.
“All right, I can do that,” he says walking around behind him, then saying louder, “Mainframe, I'm turning on the android now.” Danc feels the same pressure in his neck and back, causing him to straighten his posture. Then his body freezes like yesterday, “Mainframe has found T-12 in the Master's bedroom. Unit is fully charged and ready to pleas...” Delvin barks, “Yeah yeah, I got it. Please prepare T-12 for public then send it to the service elevator.” Danc wants to question what was happening there, but he can't move his mouth, and he is a little preoccupied, as his manhood is getting a “shift-fold”. He is immediately released and the male computer voice commands, “T-12, report to the service elevator immediately.”
Able to talk again, he asks Delvin, “Uh, so do I need to 'comply' or 'roger that' or something along those lines to Mainframe?” Delvin waves him off as he walks towards his personal elevator, “You only have to impress me. Mainframe knows that so just do what it says and everything will be fine. Remember, you are an android when you are in that suit, so act like one...especially in public.” And with that, Delvin is gone and Danc is left in the empty apartment. Breathing a heavy sigh, he gracefully walks to the stairs, knowing he will not stumble on the way down with the help of the suit.
In the basement, he is greeted by the same blue-ballcapped android as yesterday. It leads him to the same machine as yesterday. He steps in, following all commands, even how to pose. He raises his bent arms out to the side, almost like he is making an exaggerated “i-don't-know” gesture. He is crossing his legs while standing on his toes, then tilting his head slightly to the right...wait, too much...no wait, not enough...ok, now he is smiling slightly and...okay, I guess I got the right pose, he reasons, as I can't move...
The laser plane goes through him, converting his android-human form into a hollow mannequin. The blue-cap picks him up and takes him to the front window. Once there, Danc is placed in a button-down white top that tapers in to show his waist. He does not fill out the shirt very much, but the android does not question that as it is just a mannequin. The skirt is the usual shiny material with stretchy horizontal lines to give it texture. While holding him upside down, the android puts a pair of boots on Danc that come just below his knees. They are black and seem to be made of the same material as the skirt. Flipping him right side up, he is placed onto the stand, which locks onto the boots. Turning the stand then locking it, while briefly styling the mannequin's short mohawk wig, the bluecap is done and onto its next assignment.
Like yesterday, Danc is oblivious to the world, displaying the latest style amongst comments and onlookers. He again is felt up on his legs, especially the boot part, but all in all, another ordinary day. He is picked up by the green-ballcapped android (same as yesterday) at the end of the day and taken back to the transforming machine.
“Anymore,” he finishes his thought from that morning as the laser plane finishes its vertical pass of him. Bringing down his arms, he feels no stiffness, no fatigue. He just feels: thirsty. As the door opens, green-cap hands him a bottle of creamy fluid, “T-12, please consume this lubricating fluid to counteract the machine's side effects.” Danc does not even think about it, and begins to guzzle the bland, thick fluid. Finishing it in a few gulps he thinks, well that was not too bad and I don't feel thirsty anymore, so it must work.
Handing it back to green-cap, the android has him stand to the side next to other androids waiting in a line. He notices there are mostly 'female' androids, but there are a few, shorter 'male' androids. As he wonders what is different, he hears two male voices coming up from behind him talking, “...wearing out the tubes and gears inside each one...they ought to be using humans.” The other man replies, “I realize that humans in a Transmogrifier only have the side effect of being dehydrated, but an android should be better off, right?” The first man replies negatively, “Actually, the human body can compensate for dehydration by intaking fluids and the body fixes itself. But an android, the hoses and lubricant in the gears just doesn't get replaced that way. Over time, they are going to wear out. Here, let me show you.”
Danc feels a presence behind him. A hand grabs his right elbow and pulls it straight back behind him. Not sure of what to do, he holds his arm where the hand left it. The one man says, “See! This androids lubricating joints are nearly shot. Its arm should have gone down long ago, since it was not tasked to actually hold up its arm.” The other man makes a 'hmmm' sound. To not get himself serviced, Danc lets his arm slowly rotate down with the help of gravity and then back to his side. “And that proves my point, right?” Danc thinks, uh oh. “Maybe but maybe not, the arm did come down eventually, so I say we send a request for android servicing and see how long they want to wait.” Both of them walk past the line of androids, so that Danc can see the rather short men in loose but shiny coveralls walk past. “Yeah, it is not like we are footing the bill for these, so let the big bucks decide.” They both chuckle as they walk off.
Whew, Danc thinks, that was close. I better speak to Delvin about this, and maybe he already knows, but he has been rather distracted since I have met him. Of course, Danc wonders, that might be his normal operating system. He watches to see green-cap walk down the line, telling each android where to go. She eventually gets to him and says, “T-12, report to the service elevator. Further instructions will follow.” Danc nods and replies, “Confirmed.”
Back in the apartment upstairs, Danc heads upstairs to take off his android suit. When he is about half way up, the door bell rings. Mainframe states, “T-12, answer the door. The Master is in the bathroom.” Danc says sarcastically, “Really?! Like I'm the maid now?” He feels a slight buzz in the base of his neck, which is probably Mainframe flicking him off. Shrugging his shoulders, he steps back down and goes to the front door.
Well, he wonders, what do I say? It is not like I have ever done this before. In fact, Danc just realizing this, I don't even know his last name, do I? Yeah, the hostess the other night called him...Danc shakes his head, I can't remember. What would an android call their owner? As he reaches the door, the screen next to the door lights up and shows who is outside the door. He recognizes Jello, but the other woman is new to him. They are both wearing what looks like exercise clothes. They each have on leggings (with the normal-to-this-world bulge below their waist) which shows off their hips nicely, a sports bra that covers most of their chest, bare arms except for fingerless gloves, and hair bands (even though they really do not need them...they both have really short hair).
Hoping she does not recognize him, Danc says, “Greetings, visitors. The Master is unavailable at this moment.” Danc pauses awkwardly, then says, “Please state your business.” That sounded official, right? He hopes to himself. Jello speaks to the camera in the door while holding up what-looks-like a credit card. “Hey, toaster, tell Del that he needs this for tomorrow.” Now Danc does not know exactly what is going on, he knows enough to know that tomorrow is a big deal. Opening the door, he holds out his hand and says, “I can deliver it to him.”
The other lady looks taken back and says, “Did you hear it? It said 'I'.” Danc curses to himself, not knowing what to say now. Jello waves her empty hand at her and puts the card in Danc's outstretched hand. “Del is some kinda genius, so he probably rewrote it to say that.” Turning back to Danc, she whispers, “But you better not say things like that when ole Del is not around. Got it, toaster?” Danc nods and says flatly, “Yes, ma'am. Confirmed.” Both of the ladies, having nothing to say to an android, turn and walk off, leaving Danc at the front door.
He nearly jumps when he hears, “Who was that?” Danc turns around, cursing himself for being so jumpy lately, while closing the door, to face Delvin in a different suit from this morning. His hair is perfect, as is everything about him. Danc gathers himself and says, “Uh, Jello and her friend dropped this off for you.” He hands it over to Delvin. “They said you need it for tomorrow.” Delvin nods and puts the card into his suit pocket, “Oh yes, this is the final piece I needed for tomorrow night's transaction.” Turning around but then turning back, he adds, “Thank you, for getting the door.” Danc shrugs, “No problem...Mainframe seemed it might blow a gasket if I didn't and Jello thinks you are a genius.” Danc can hear Delvin chuckling, as he heads upstairs to take off his suit.
Naked and in the closet, Mainframe says through the speaker, “The Master is taking you out this evening for dinner. The place is semi-formal, so a below-the-knee dress, low-heels, and level 3 make-up/hair is required. You have 10 minutes.” Danc, acting like he might actually be a woman, says in frustration, “10 minutes?! Well, he can just wait for me.”
As it turns out, Danc picked an outfit pretty quickly, and the make-up/hair machine did the rest, so he was ready in 9 minutes. Coming to the stairs, he can see Delvin looking up at him. Danc had on a blue full length dress, only one slit this time. The top part of the dress went up and around his neck, allowing him a strapped bra, yet leaving his arms bare. His black, boyshort panties matched the bra, and if he admitted it, the so-soft fabric actually felt good on him. His hair was slicked down and combed to one side. His nails and lipstick and eyeliner were all blue to match, and his open-toed shoes with 2 inch heels were black (to match his underwear? He was not sure about that). He felt they might be a little too high for him, but he figured he wouldn't be running in them.
Delvin whistled as Danc descended. “Gorgeous,” he says, “You are simply gorgeous.” Danc does not blush, as he throws off the compliment, but it was nice to know he blended in well-enough to pass as a woman. Just play the part...smile...and get out of here as soon as you can, he says to himself. “Thank you, Delvin.” Holding out his arm like he did before, Delvin escorts Danc to the elevator and then to the car and then to dinner.
Dinner tonight was much different than the last time they ate in public just 2 days ago. Danc marvels, was it really only two days ago? He was not looking over his shoulder for the police to burst in, nor was he self-conscious about his outward appearance. Even Delvin seemed more relaxed tonight, albeit still distracted by the coming events. Danc decides to push the issue a bit while looking over the female-only part of the menu.
“So tell me,” he starts, “What part do I play in your nightly business, hmm?” Danc quickly glances over at Delvin from behind his menu. He notices that Delvin nearly chokes on his drink. Wiping his mouth he replies, “Oh, well, now might not be the time for this, but don't worry, you have a key part to play and you have been practicing already.”
Danc nods his head, “So I'm the android, huh? Fair enough.” He looks back down at his menu, but catches Delvin's facial expression: he was impressed. Good, Danc thinks, gotta keep this guy thinking I'm too dangerous for him to keep me around and he has to help me get out of here. As he makes his dinner decision, Danc cannot help but wonder why they have separate menus for the male and female customers, just like there are male- and female-only drinks in the fridge at the apartment.
Dinner is over and they are headed to the car, when Delvin says, “Look, tomorrow's transaction will be between me and 2 other parties. You will be my android assistant. As long as you can hand me things, open doors for me, open briefcases, etc. then everything should go as planned.” The ride home is quiet, with Danc piloting the vehicle like he has done it before, even though he has not. With minimal but necessary coaching, Delvin nods his approval as they head towards the elevator once they exit the car.
The door opens into his bedroom. Danc steps out and says, “Thanks...I really didn't want to climb those stairs in these heels.” Steadying himself on Delvin, Danc slips out of them. “Oh, that's better,” he admits. How do women walk in these all day, he wonders. Delvin holds onto Danc's arm and says while pulling himself closer, “I had a wonderful evening.” Danc's head is a little light headed with all the Pink Blossom's he drank, so he naturally puts his arms around Delvin's waist. “Yes, it was much nicer than our last date,” Danc says with a grin. Wait, Danc thinks catching himself too late, why did I say 'date'?
Delvin nods his head as he pulls Danc in tighter. “You know,” Delvin says while pushing himself up on his toes, “It does not have to...” kissing lightly on the lips “...end.” Danc could not lie that the kiss sent shivers down his body. He was so unsure now, and could not think of what to do, so when Delvin kissed again, Danc kissed back. It was at that point he felt the pressure below-the-waist on his dress. Uh oh, Danc curses to himself, that won't go unnoticed. And as if on cue, “Well now, someone's lady friend just showed up unannounced.” Danc might have been seduced, but when his manhood was referenced as a 'lady friend', he found the resolve to pull away.
Breaking their embrace, Danc says, “Perhaps another night, my head hurts.” And without another word, Danc rushes out of the room. Delvin makes no protest, because he made a realization: he is making progress. “Good night,” he says softly and goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
The next morning in the shower, Danc makes an observation that troubles him. He had noted that his nipples were becoming larger, but he figured it was the android suit. But today, he cannot deny that his chest is more than just swollen: he's developing breasts. Unsure of this until he cups himself and feels a twinge of pleasure, he mumbles, “You have got to be kidding me.” Putting the shampoo down, he starts washing his hair. While thinking on the causes, he notices the shampoo bottle has a bright label that says, 'and now with more Estrolox'. Huh, he thinks, what are the odds that all of the soap and shampoo I use has “Estrolox” in it?
Putting this thought process on hold, he rinses off then towels off then gets in his android suit. When he comes out, there is small hand-held device on the bed. Knowing it was not there before, he picks it up. It looks like a hairbrush but with fewer bristles. A note attached to the back says, “This should help you in your suit. Had to leave early. See you after your shift. -D” Hmm, Danc thinks, guess he was tired of helping me, or maybe thought I was tired of it.
Holding it to the back of his neck, he feels the device complete the final tug and zip and snap of his suit. Once activated, Mainframe states, “Greetings, T-12! Please go immediately to the service elevator.” Danc walks gracefully yet stiffly (as usual) to the dresser to put the device down. He then turns towards the stairs to leave for another day in a store window. It is not so bad, he reasons, no one yells at me and no one expects anything out of me. I just show up and do what I'm told, he thinks with a grin, reminds of the many days when I first started in the military.
Like the two days before, blue-cap meets him at the elevator and directs him to the Transmogrifier (now I know the name of it, he thinks with a smirk). He is positioned as if he is walking, but on his tip toes. He has one hand out and the other behind, again as if he was walking. His head is turned to the left, as if he is looking off into the distance. The last two days he had been a little nervous, almost to the point of anxiety, about this process, but it feels much more natural today. Holding his pose, he feels the laser plane going through him, then...
Blue-cap picks up the new, female mannequin that appears to be walking but is actually standing still. Blue-cap carries the female mannequin to the outdoor section of the store. Blue-cap puts a pair of baggy swim trunks on the female mannequin that have green palm trees in a sea-of-pink pattern. A form fitting swim shirt is added that goes just below the chest and just beyond the shoulders and almost to the chin of the mannequin. The pattern is the same green-palm-trees-on-pink as the trunks. The sandals are clear plastic that are nearly invisible, as they are so transparent. They have a rather thin sole that has a solid heel that adds a couple inches to the mannequins already impressive height. The sandals lock into place on a stand that is set in front of a beach screen that has some animation (waves rolling in and out). A beach towel is placed in the mannequin's hand and looped around the wrist with an attached elastic band.
Like every other day so far, Danc keeps his oblivious pose throughout the comments, slight touches, and the overall being ignored as an object. Eventually, he is picked up by green-cap and put into the Transmogrifier. With his day done and his lubricant consumed, he is directed to the service elevator. He continues to take in his surroundings, so he notes that no one checks to see if he actually goes to the service elevator. Walking past the elevator, he moves towards the delivery section of the basement. There are a few androids moving things around, loading up trucks for the next day's deliveries, he assumes.
Poking his head into the garage, he notes that Delvin's cars (he appears to have three) are parked where Danc had seen them before. The exit is not blocked, but it is concealed from the casual observer's eyes by some impressive reflective surfacing. Not trying to escape today, as he still needs Delvin, Danc does smile to himself, realizing that if he never needed out, this would be the way to do it. Turning back around, he makes it to the service elevator without issue. Noticing for the first time, there are two doors in the service elevator. Hmmm, Danc assumes, likes his private elevator, both must give access to the garage without having to go through the store department.
Up in the kitchen, Danc eats a hasty dinner. Delvin had heated up something in the microwave, and while it is not fancy, Danc eats like it is the best meal ever. “That work for you?” Delvin asks as he passes the kitchen going to the media room. Danc calls back with a full mouth, still in his android suit, “Yeah, that Transmogrifier makes me so hungry and thirsty.” And with that thought, he adds, “Oh, and the service guys think you might need to replace some of the androids. The Transmogrifier is messing with their lubricant.”
Delvin walks back into the kitchen, a briefcase in his hand, and replies, “Yes, I read their requisition, and will probably leave them be.” Spanking Danc on the bare, android butt cheek, he adds, “I really only care about one of the androids anyway.” Danc chuckles awkwardly, as the Mainframe states once Delvin has left the room, “T-12, when back in the apartment, you should return from public mode.” Danc feels the weird “shift-untuck” from his manhood. He then notices the suit stiffening down there, causing him to become fully erect, his manhood bumping the counter in front of him. “Hey, Mainframe,” Danc says putting down his meal, “What do you think are you doing?” Mainframe replies blandly, “T-12 will please the Master when ordered, and a slap on the rear end is one of those signs.” Danc shakes his head, “Yeah, not gonna happen, so fix this,” he says pointing below his waist.
Mainframe overrides Danc's suit, locking him up from moving. “T-12, your disregard for authority has been noted. Your operating system will be wiped and overwritten at next servicing appointment.” Danc pushes to move but cannot, and he screams in his head, let me go! Both him and Mainframe wage a silent war between moving and not moving, as Delvin walks in the kitchen. “Mainframe, return T-12 to normal operations. I will have it serviced as requested, ” Delvin says with a heavy sigh. Danc, able to move, looks towards Delvin. He would have a facial expression of disbelief, if the suit would allow for that. Delvin says, as if reading his mind, “Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything like that. Mainframe gets a little testy when machines push back.” Danc nods reluctantly, but still feels a little uneasy about this situation.
Delvin grabs a drink from the right side of the fridge and adds, “Uh, you will not be able to go out like that.” Delvin points to Danc's obvious “straw” problem. Danc replies with disdain, “This was not me, Delvin. Mainframe opted for this with your playful nature.” Delvin nods between sips, “I realize that. I am not used to having an android not programmed for me and me alone.” Leaving Danc there a bit longer, perhaps admiring or perhaps just wanting to tease him, Danc crosses his arms while Delvin pauses to throw his drink away. Finally Delvin says, “Mainframe, put T-12 in public mode.” Danc makes a movement to protest, but then he is “shift-tucked”. Normally, it is a slight annoyance, but this time, it was a discomfort to say the least. “Confirmed,” Security replies, as Danc breathes heavily from what just happened to him. Grunting softly, he mumbles, “A little longer on that transition would help.”
“You will need to wear my android driver's uniform, which should be on your bed,” Delvin says as if Danc already knew that, “Better get going.” Danc walks to the stairs, gritting his teeth from the way he was treated. He really wants to say something, but he is very limited in his options in this suit. Not only does Delvin have power over him, but so does Mainframe (not wanting another run-in so soon, he reasons). Reaching the bedroom, the discomfort has subsided, and he can see the uniform. It is a black leathery top that buttons down the right side with fake buttons on the left side, both facing in front of him. The top is actually a dress, Danc guesses, as it is long sleeved and appears to be covering just past his butt cheeks. There are no panties or bra to go underneath, so he easily slips it on. He cannot really feel what the texture is like, but he can hear it stretching and moving around him. And the aroma, he takes in wonderfully, is so sweet smelling.
The black leathery gloves go on easily, as does the flat, ankle boots. The hat fits snugly on his bald head, and has a small, and very unnecessary, bill. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thinks, not bad. I look unnatural and feminine, he says to himself and his reflection, so if I am to pass as a female android, I got this. Walking around the room to test his uniform, he notices it does not ride up his butt and the sleeves, though he moves his arms around, do not need to be tugged back down. “Ready?” he hears from downstairs. Checking his reflection one more time, he replies, “Coming!”