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Only one word came to his mind. Snug. A single-piece leotard hugged the puppet's body far tighter than anything he'd ever worn in his life – including the Kulbit flight suit. Even the stockings seemed to make for a second skin. At least it kept things from moving around.
Until the body asked for a breath.
Mackie stood up, ankles finding their natural balance point with heels perched centimetres above the floor. Toes curled on cold tiles. Mackie tried to relax his posture to rest both heels on the ground. His ankles pulled tight, stretching until artificial sinew threatened to snap. Heels met cold concrete for a moment before a yelp of pain escaped his lips
The moment he relaxed, they sprung back into place, still aching.
He sat back on the bed, fighting the urge to bend down and knead them with his fingers. No wonder his Sister always wore heels with the thing.
Only the boots remained. Red thighboots of the sort beloved by most senshi. Again, they fit the pattern so far, tight and snug. His foot slipped in, cybernetic senses gleefully reporting every miniscule detail of the sensation to an overloaded mind.
The body thrummed, traces of electricity drawing sharp gasps as he tried to take control. He tried to focus, panting. Cold sweat trickled across his brow, a hard desire building deep inside.
A small part of his mind had to laugh at the ironic hell of it all.
Punishment for being permnently fifteen.
And being turned on by the sight of the stunning woman staring back at him and the aching desire to both run his fingers over her body and feel her burning touch on his skin...
“This is so fucked up,” he breathed.
Mackie focused on getting his feet settled in both booths instead, dragging them up by their straps, grunting with the effort. Eventually, toes found their safe place at the bottom of the boot.
“Are you coming out?”
“Not yet!”
Hearing his sister's voice come back off the walls chilled. The second boot offered even more challenge than the first, creaking as he heaved at the straps.
Each tug shook his breasts.
“Having trouble?” Kotono called in.
“It's just hard to get everything on.”
A pair of leather straps fixed them onto a belt around his waist.
“If it's hard for you to put on, it's hard for a rapist to take off.”
He tried a few steps. The body's own software took the challenge out of walking in heels. It didn't kill the strangeness, the surreal feeling of being a passenger as its natural stride swayed from side-to-side.
He stopped.
Out of curiosity, he tried standing on a single leg.
The body maintained rock-solid balance. Automatic. Artificial. Even as he leant over past the point where he was certain he'd fall.
A few more steps. An alient stride. He tried a deep breath, feeling his chest swell.
“Come on Mackie, you can't stay in there forever.”
“Don't laugh,” he said.
“We won't,” said Kotono
“We promise,” Daryl added
They lied and he knew it.
“Why are you even here?”
“We're here to help,” Kotono answered.
“We're here to make sure you don't do anything that gets mentioned on Jezebel,” said Daryl “Again.”
“That wasn't my fault!”
Hearing his sister's voice get so unnaturally shrill made the puppet's blood go cold. Mackie stood there, closed his eyes and took one, two, three solid steps through the privacy curtain. Soft material carressed bare skin.
He breathed again, forcing it out of his mind.
“Is everything comfortable?” “Does it fit?”
He pressed both hands on a firm stomach.
“Uncomfortably comfortable.”
The only way he could really describe it. It came out with a strangled smile
“You mean?”
“I'm wearing high-heeled knee-boots, and a leotard.” The smile got worse. The body shivered.“It should feel worse.”
“But it doesn't?” said Daryl.
“It feels like it fits.”
Nothing pinching. Nothing tight. It reminded him exactly what was missing with each step. Each breath highlighted exactly what'd been added, cups squeezing firmly. He forced himself not to fidget with them in case anyone got the wrong idea.
The simple fact that he could look down Kotono's top for the first time in his life acted as icing on the cake. His Sister stood a head and shoulders taller than he did.
“It's okay to say it feels good,” said Kotono. “
He supposed she had a point. On it's own, without any of the body issues firing off in the back of his mind, whatever material it'd been made of really did feel kind of nice against bare skin.
“Look, Mackie, you're not the first guy to wake up after an accident with a little more up top, and a little less down below.”
Kotono giggled.
“It's been waved to make its wearer feel comfortable, no matter how they feel about their body. It helps people with body issues live their lives.”
“Don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't plan on spending the wrest of my life in your gender.”
Mackies hands found their way to his hips, software interpreting intent into action in a way that caused him to pause, then clench his fists.
“Well, I don't plan on allowing you to either, so we're in agreement.” Daryl smiled at him.
Mackie Breathed. The pair glanced at each other.
“So, Kotono, you were telling me about that guy you slept with last night,”
“Oh yeah. He had this awesome cock. Felt like it was longer than my arm, and probably as thick. He hit all my spots and then....mmmmm....I could feel him finish inside me.”
Both stared at him
“Oh look, you've made Miss Mackie blush.... could she still be innocent?”
“Oh my! We'll have to find someone to change that. I still have his number... ”
“SHUT UP!” It came out as a shriek, ringing back of the walls. “How would you like it if you woke up with a dick between your legs or something, huh?”
Kotono placed a slender finger to her lips. “Depends on who's it is....”
“Damn you.”
He shouldered her out of the way, taking one, two, three resolute steps towards the door. An arm blocked his path. He felt his fist clench, ready to put it through Daryl's face if she didn't move.
Her eyes dared him to try it.
“Mackie.” She placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, cooling him. “We're sorry. We thought you'd find it funny. We went too far”
He snarled through his teeth “There's nothing about this that's funny.”
“We know. That's why we thought you'd like a joke...” She offered him the weakest smile, cooling him off.
Her eyes still stared through him.
“I don't need a joke.” He breathed. Alien sensations fuelled a strangled frustration that burst through his lips. “I need my old body back!”
Daryl didn't move. She held him there with her hand.
Kotono opened her mouth. Two pairs of burning eyes encouraged her to swallow her words.
“Look, Mackie.” You have one advantage over everyone else in your situation.”
“What's that?” He scowled. “And don't tell me it's experience.”
“No,” she shook her head. “You know it's going to end some day soon and you'll get your own body back, or one like it. Most biomodded people don't get that.”
And that carried the weight of experience behind it.
“So maybe, think of it like a Holiday from being Mackie and all the stress of being yourself. A chance to try new things and find answers to questions you wouldn't dare ask.”
Mackie took another breath, closing his eyes to gather his nerves. He shrugged Daryl's hand off his shoulder.
“You know.” he said, finding it hard to look up. “I really don't want anyone to think I'm doing anything creepy. I know what people expect of me,”
“Well,” she smirked at him. “You kinda earned that.”
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Only one word came to his mind. Snug. A single-piece leotard hugged the puppet's body far tighter than anything he'd ever worn in his life – including the Kulbit flight suit. Even the stockings seemed to make for a second skin. At least it kept things from moving around.
Until the body asked for a breath.
Mackie stood up, ankles finding their natural balance point with heels perched centimetres above the floor. Toes curled on cold tiles. Mackie tried to relax his posture to rest both heels on the ground. His ankles pulled tight, stretching until artificial sinew threatened to snap. Heels met cold concrete for a moment before a yelp of pain escaped his lips
The moment he relaxed, they sprung back into place, still aching.
He sat back on the bed, fighting the urge to bend down and knead them with his fingers. No wonder his Sister always wore heels with the thing.
Only the boots remained. Red thighboots of the sort beloved by most senshi. Again, they fit the pattern so far, tight and snug. His foot slipped in, cybernetic senses gleefully reporting every miniscule detail of the sensation to an overloaded mind.
The body thrummed, traces of electricity drawing sharp gasps as he tried to take control. He tried to focus, panting. Cold sweat trickled across his brow, a hard desire building deep inside.
A small part of his mind had to laugh at the ironic hell of it all.
Punishment for being permnently fifteen.
And being turned on by the sight of the stunning woman staring back at him and the aching desire to both run his fingers over her body and feel her burning touch on his skin...
“This is so fucked up,” he breathed.
Mackie focused on getting his feet settled in both booths instead, dragging them up by their straps, grunting with the effort. Eventually, toes found their safe place at the bottom of the boot.
“Are you coming out?”
“Not yet!”
Hearing his sister's voice come back off the walls chilled. The second boot offered even more challenge than the first, creaking as he heaved at the straps.
Each tug shook his breasts.
“Having trouble?” Kotono called in.
“It's just hard to get everything on.”
A pair of leather straps fixed them onto a belt around his waist.
“If it's hard for you to put on, it's hard for a rapist to take off.”
He tried a few steps. The body's own software took the challenge out of walking in heels. It didn't kill the strangeness, the surreal feeling of being a passenger as its natural stride swayed from side-to-side.
He stopped.
Out of curiosity, he tried standing on a single leg.
The body maintained rock-solid balance. Automatic. Artificial. Even as he leant over past the point where he was certain he'd fall.
A few more steps. An alient stride. He tried a deep breath, feeling his chest swell.
“Come on Mackie, you can't stay in there forever.”
“Don't laugh,” he said.
“We won't,” said Kotono
“We promise,” Daryl added
They lied and he knew it.
“Why are you even here?”
“We're here to help,” Kotono answered.
“We're here to make sure you don't do anything that gets mentioned on Jezebel,” said Daryl “Again.”
“That wasn't my fault!”
Hearing his sister's voice get so unnaturally shrill made the puppet's blood go cold. Mackie stood there, closed his eyes and took one, two, three solid steps through the privacy curtain. Soft material carressed bare skin.
He breathed again, forcing it out of his mind.
“Is everything comfortable?” “Does it fit?”
He pressed both hands on a firm stomach.
“Uncomfortably comfortable.”
The only way he could really describe it. It came out with a strangled smile
“You mean?”
“I'm wearing high-heeled knee-boots, and a leotard.” The smile got worse. The body shivered.“It should feel worse.”
“But it doesn't?” said Daryl.
“It feels like it fits.”
Nothing pinching. Nothing tight. It reminded him exactly what was missing with each step. Each breath highlighted exactly what'd been added, cups squeezing firmly. He forced himself not to fidget with them in case anyone got the wrong idea.
The simple fact that he could look down Kotono's top for the first time in his life acted as icing on the cake. His Sister stood a head and shoulders taller than he did.
“It's okay to say it feels good,” said Kotono. “
He supposed she had a point. On it's own, without any of the body issues firing off in the back of his mind, whatever material it'd been made of really did feel kind of nice against bare skin.
“Look, Mackie, you're not the first guy to wake up after an accident with a little more up top, and a little less down below.”
Kotono giggled.
“It's been waved to make its wearer feel comfortable, no matter how they feel about their body. It helps people with body issues live their lives.”
“Don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't plan on spending the wrest of my life in your gender.”
Mackies hands found their way to his hips, software interpreting intent into action in a way that caused him to pause, then clench his fists.
“Well, I don't plan on allowing you to either, so we're in agreement.” Daryl smiled at him.
Mackie Breathed. The pair glanced at each other.
“So, Kotono, you were telling me about that guy you slept with last night,”
“Oh yeah. He had this awesome cock. Felt like it was longer than my arm, and probably as thick. He hit all my spots and then....mmmmm....I could feel him finish inside me.”
Both stared at him
“Oh look, you've made Miss Mackie blush.... could she still be innocent?”
“Oh my! We'll have to find someone to change that. I still have his number... ”
“SHUT UP!” It came out as a shriek, ringing back of the walls. “How would you like it if you woke up with a dick between your legs or something, huh?”
Kotono placed a slender finger to her lips. “Depends on who's it is....”
“Damn you.”
He shouldered her out of the way, taking one, two, three resolute steps towards the door. An arm blocked his path. He felt his fist clench, ready to put it through Daryl's face if she didn't move.
Her eyes dared him to try it.
“Mackie.” She placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, cooling him. “We're sorry. We thought you'd find it funny. We went too far”
He snarled through his teeth “There's nothing about this that's funny.”
“We know. That's why we thought you'd like a joke...” She offered him the weakest smile, cooling him off.
Her eyes still stared through him.
“I don't need a joke.” He breathed. Alien sensations fuelled a strangled frustration that burst through his lips. “I need my old body back!”
Daryl didn't move. She held him there with her hand.
Kotono opened her mouth. Two pairs of burning eyes encouraged her to swallow her words.
“Look, Mackie.” You have one advantage over everyone else in your situation.”
“What's that?” He scowled. “And don't tell me it's experience.”
“No,” she shook her head. “You know it's going to end some day soon and you'll get your own body back, or one like it. Most biomodded people don't get that.”
And that carried the weight of experience behind it.
“So maybe, think of it like a Holiday from being Mackie and all the stress of being yourself. A chance to try new things and find answers to questions you wouldn't dare ask.”
Mackie took another breath, closing his eyes to gather his nerves. He shrugged Daryl's hand off his shoulder.
“You know.” he said, finding it hard to look up. “I really don't want anyone to think I'm doing anything creepy. I know what people expect of me,”
“Well,” she smirked at him. “You kinda earned that.”
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?