I open my eyes and look down… and for the first time in quite a while, I can see my toes. I wiggle them… yes, the mapping is working. I put my hand in front of my eyes… it feels like moving my own arm… oh. I may need to adjust the fingerprints… I didn't put any ‘imperfections’ in there… I have perfect swirls, lacking many of the features that identify a person by them.
But I should probably get up.
I walk over to a mirror in my suite within Stephanie… yeah, I did a pretty good job; sure, I can identify the seams… but I also haven't exactly put clothes on yet, and few people push Perception as hard as I can. Or other skills, for that matter. Regardless, I should get dressed and…
…and I don't have any clothes for the rig. Huh. Well… not too big of a deal, clothing is cheap enough, I can make some after I fetch more UPB’S from storage, we have a pretty relaxed dress code around here, and I totally want to try out the meatrod on this sucker. Heh, just thinking about it is getting me excited; let's see… who would be up for a booty call…
“Everyone, obviously,” Patricia points out in my head, “but before you get too distracted….”
Ah, right. The form that can get more than a mile from me and keep moving. Sure thing Patricia. Here….
I unmount her from my necklace, and cast Polymorph Any Object, turning her into a human. Mocha colored skin, black hair, pink pillows for lips, slanted eyes, four foot ten inches tall, wide hips, thin waist, perfect skin….
“You could have given me more up here,” is the first sentence out of her new mouth as she grabs at her melons.
I chuckle, “If they're too big, people get intimidated and think they're fake. Also, this way you attract less attention, which is a good thing. Besides; I think they're lovely. May I?”
Patricia shoves her chest into my hands, “I'm part of you in a very real sense; you're just feeling yourself up.”
I check out my handiwork: Soft and smooth, generous handfuls… the milk starting to bead on those inch long tips wasn't planned, but isn't unwelcome… a good five inches in diameter each, they're softball sized G cups on her tiny frame.
“So I suppose going further would be just self pleasuring, then…” I wiggle my eyebrows and she picks up on my thoughts, following through on them.
“Indeed,” she speaks into my mind, as her mouth is full, “nothing wrong with it, and we do need to test out everything….”
We spend a good several hours doing exactly that… and yes, I am getting full sensory feedback, including taste; her milk is sweet and warm. Oh, and when I check the battery charge… yes, the backup generator is doing the job: still a full charge, despite the gross violation of conservation laws.
Basking in the afterglow and feeling on top of the world, I stop and do my makeup. Not blush, eyeshadow, lipstick, and and such… the Disguise skill. I disconnect from the suit for a bit, cast Divine Insight and Surge of Fortune, reconnect, and use both to create a disguise: Covering seams, practicing walking, and checking my voice. It's all technically mundane, but very, very few are going to see through it. It took some work, but I finally get to be ME for a while… well, with some enhancements… but I'm me!
“That's not who we are anymore…” my pink partner shakes her head, “but you probably need to find that out the hard way.”
I laugh, “I'm feeling more myself than I have in…” huh, it's been a while… “years, Patricia. Let it go. Come on, let's go get some clothes that fit. You're easy…” one casting of Clothier's Closet takes care of Patricia; it's a spell from Magic of Eberron that produces up to a hundred gold's worth of clothing (and costs a gem worth the limit, normally, but I cheat), so I get her a nice frilly pink dress that covers enough to be decent while still giving a very distracting view. Patricia's side effect prevents it from making masculine clothing, though, so I just put on my white bathrobe for now.
I update my Euler, Linda, Cowbird, and the twins with my new appearance over the com (Stephanie already knows, but I copy her too), with a text: “I have a new appearance via some tech; what do you think?”
All of them reply with various forms of “Ooh, when can I see?”
I shrug - we have another day or so until I actually need clothes that fit; detour for a meeting isn't a problem - and so I agree to a meeting.
Interestingly, Stephanie suggests something I wasn't expecting in her reply: “Let’s get together in that lovely pink nature plane you made.”
I'm on Stephanie, so I just reply to her verbally: “Stephanie, if we meet there, you can't…”
“Actually I can,” she interrupts, “You’re not the only one that can innovate. I will explain after you go… but the twins helped me set it up.”
I pause a moment to process that, “All right. See you soon….”
I head over to one of the semi-permanently open Keyhomes we use for access, and find Stephanie waiting for me in her pink junk armor.
“Let’s go,” she smiles at me. Or is that grinning? It might be grinning.
“Sure… ladies first,” I bow theatrically, gesturing with my arms.
“I'm hardly a proper lady…” she jokingly protests as she steps through… and keeps walking.
I follow, curious how this works. We go through the Keyhome (which is really just an onramp to the portal to that Demiplane, now). I spy a small antenna assembly on this side of the portal within the Keyhome, connected through the portal by a short wire to another on the other side (they’re gray, not pink, so they stand out). I'm guessing that has something to do with it, but I'll let her explain in her own time.
We walk through the storage section (which is neon pink… I am so tired of that), and I see another pair of wonderfully non-pink antennas bridging the storage demiplane with the neon pink garden demiplane.
Apparently I'm the last to arrive, so I sit down on my “chair” as Cowbird moans appreciatively. She is quite comfy… softer than a beanbag chair, and we don't need to worry much about the milk spilling in the garden. Everyone gathers around me (well, except Cowbird, who's under me), and looks. It makes me feel a little self-conscious, especially as the only ones meeting my eyes are Patricia and Ocean. Oh! And Star’s got that little dot already; she’s carrying! Great… we’ve got… heh. OK, the only ones in the room who aren’t pregnant are Ocean and Patricia. Me, Cowbird, Euler, Linda, Stephanie, and now Star… six babies on the way. Patricia, think it’ll become seven?
“Oh, I hope not,” she whispers into my mind, “I’ve never gone through childbirth, it seems so painful….”
“Okay, how'd you do it, goddess?” Euler asks first.
Linda creeps over and reaches a hand out for my robe, pausing questioningly. Stephanie smiles, because she obviously already knows; Star licks her lips, as Ocean adds, “It's quite impressive… I know your power renders all things female. How did you do it?”
I chuckle, “In a sense, I didn't. It’s a prosthetic. Here…” I disconnect from the unit, and climb out of the access port… which I set up in the throat (but not a direct line; anything going down the throat ends up in a holding tank), so I wouldn’t ruin the makeup; it gets me slightly slimy, but Fastidiousness takes care of that quickly. After I get out, I dismiss Fey Form IV, returning to my “base” form… which currently has nine inch diameter knockers… and no clothes, but oh well, and continue, “Basically, I realized I already had a solution thanks to Stephanie: I can just build a fake body, which I did. And… I feel more at home in it than I do in this one, so…” I recast Fey Form IV, go back into my body, link up, and continue, “and there we go. I have a backup generator installed as well, so I won’t even need to stop and charge it.”
“Is it… fully functional?” Star is licking her lips.
And I think I know what she means, “Oh yes; I get full sensation. Touch, taste, smell, hearing… I can even eat if I want.” Yes, I’m teasing her slightly.
“Not what I mean…” she didn’t pick up on the joke… but given where her eyes are, I guess she didn’t see the smile.
“Oh, that… yes, it works too…” knowing what’s coming, I’m getting hard, “although I didn’t include any biologicals down there.”
“Want to test it out thoroughly?” Ocean asks.
I smile, “Absolutely….”
And we do test it out. I make sure to show everyone present that my new male member works fully… by using it in each of their holes, obviously, including Patricia again as well as Ocean. Oh, and I do get some real clothes made to fit me on time.
Barely.
I open my eyes and look down… and for the first time in quite a while, I can see my toes. I wiggle them… yes, the mapping is working. I put my hand in front of my eyes… it feels like moving my own arm… oh. I may need to adjust the fingerprints… I didn't put any ‘imperfections’ in there… I have perfect swirls, lacking many of the features that identify a person by them.
But I should probably get up.
I walk over to a mirror in my suite within Stephanie… yeah, I did a pretty good job; sure, I can identify the seams… but I also haven't exactly put clothes on yet, and few people push Perception as hard as I can. Or other skills, for that matter. Regardless, I should get dressed and…
…and I don't have any clothes for the rig. Huh. Well… not too big of a deal, clothing is cheap enough, I can make some after I fetch more UPB’S from storage, we have a pretty relaxed dress code around here, and I totally want to try out the meatrod on this sucker. Heh, just thinking about it is getting me excited; let's see… who would be up for a booty call…
“Everyone, obviously,” Patricia points out in my head, “but before you get too distracted….”
Ah, right. The form that can get more than a mile from me and keep moving. Sure thing Patricia. Here….
I unmount her from my necklace, and cast Polymorph Any Object, turning her into a human. Mocha colored skin, black hair, pink pillows for lips, slanted eyes, four foot ten inches tall, wide hips, thin waist, perfect skin….
“You could have given me more up here,” is the first sentence out of her new mouth as she grabs at her melons.
I chuckle, “If they're too big, people get intimidated and think they're fake. Also, this way you attract less attention, which is a good thing. Besides; I think they're lovely. May I?”
Patricia shoves her chest into my hands, “I'm part of you in a very real sense; you're just feeling yourself up.”
I check out my handiwork: Soft and smooth, generous handfuls… the milk starting to bead on those inch long tips wasn't planned, but isn't unwelcome… a good five inches in diameter each, they're softball sized G cups on her tiny frame.
“So I suppose going further would be just self pleasuring, then…” I wiggle my eyebrows and she picks up on my thoughts, following through on them.
“Indeed,” she speaks into my mind, as her mouth is full, “nothing wrong with it, and we do need to test out everything….”
We spend a good several hours doing exactly that… and yes, I am getting full sensory feedback, including taste; her milk is sweet and warm. Oh, and when I check the battery charge… yes, the backup generator is doing the job: still a full charge, despite the gross violation of conservation laws.
Basking in the afterglow and feeling on top of the world, I stop and do my makeup. Not blush, eyeshadow, lipstick, and and such… the Disguise skill. I disconnect from the suit for a bit, cast Divine Insight and Surge of Fortune, reconnect, and use both to create a disguise: Covering seams, practicing walking, and checking my voice. It's all technically mundane, but very, very few are going to see through it. It took some work, but I finally get to be ME for a while… well, with some enhancements… but I'm me!
“That's not who we are anymore…” my pink partner shakes her head, “but you probably need to find that out the hard way.”
I laugh, “I'm feeling more myself than I have in…” huh, it's been a while… “years, Patricia. Let it go. Come on, let's go get some clothes that fit. You're easy…” one casting of Clothier's Closet takes care of Patricia; it's a spell from Magic of Eberron that produces up to a hundred gold's worth of clothing (and costs a gem worth the limit, normally, but I cheat), so I get her a nice frilly pink dress that covers enough to be decent while still giving a very distracting view. Patricia's side effect prevents it from making masculine clothing, though, so I just put on my white bathrobe for now.
I update my Euler, Linda, Cowbird, and the twins with my new appearance over the com (Stephanie already knows, but I copy her too), with a text: “I have a new appearance via some tech; what do you think?”
All of them reply with various forms of “Ooh, when can I see?”
I shrug - we have another day or so until I actually need clothes that fit; detour for a meeting isn't a problem - and so I agree to a meeting.
Interestingly, Stephanie suggests something I wasn't expecting in her reply: “Let’s get together in that lovely pink nature plane you made.”
I'm on Stephanie, so I just reply to her verbally: “Stephanie, if we meet there, you can't…”
“Actually I can,” she interrupts, “You’re not the only one that can innovate. I will explain after you go… but the twins helped me set it up.”
I pause a moment to process that, “All right. See you soon….”
I head over to one of the semi-permanently open Keyhomes we use for access, and find Stephanie waiting for me in her pink junk armor.
“Let’s go,” she smiles at me. Or is that grinning? It might be grinning.
“Sure… ladies first,” I bow theatrically, gesturing with my arms.
“I'm hardly a proper lady…” she jokingly protests as she steps through… and keeps walking.
I follow, curious how this works. We go through the Keyhome (which is really just an onramp to the portal to that Demiplane, now). I spy a small antenna assembly on this side of the portal within the Keyhome, connected through the portal by a short wire to another on the other side (they’re gray, not pink, so they stand out). I'm guessing that has something to do with it, but I'll let her explain in her own time.
We walk through the storage section (which is neon pink… I am so tired of that), and I see another pair of wonderfully non-pink antennas bridging the storage demiplane with the neon pink garden demiplane.
Apparently I'm the last to arrive, so I sit down on my “chair” as Cowbird moans appreciatively. She is quite comfy… softer than a beanbag chair, and we don't need to worry much about the milk spilling in the garden. Everyone gathers around me (well, except Cowbird, who's under me), and looks. It makes me feel a little self-conscious, especially as the only ones meeting my eyes are Patricia and Ocean. Oh! And Star’s got that little dot already; she’s carrying! Great… we’ve got… heh. OK, the only ones in the room who aren’t pregnant are Ocean and Patricia. Me, Cowbird, Euler, Linda, Stephanie, and now Star… six babies on the way. Patricia, think it’ll become seven?
“Oh, I hope not,” she whispers into my mind, “I’ve never gone through childbirth, it seems so painful….”
“Okay, how'd you do it, goddess?” Euler asks first.
Linda creeps over and reaches a hand out for my robe, pausing questioningly. Stephanie smiles, because she obviously already knows; Star licks her lips, as Ocean adds, “It's quite impressive… I know your power renders all things female. How did you do it?”
I chuckle, “In a sense, I didn't. It’s a prosthetic. Here…” I disconnect from the unit, and climb out of the access port… which I set up in the throat (but not a direct line; anything going down the throat ends up in a holding tank), so I wouldn’t ruin the makeup; it gets me slightly slimy, but Fastidiousness takes care of that quickly. After I get out, I dismiss Fey Form IV, returning to my “base” form… which currently has nine inch diameter knockers… and no clothes, but oh well, and continue, “Basically, I realized I already had a solution thanks to Stephanie: I can just build a fake body, which I did. And… I feel more at home in it than I do in this one, so…” I recast Fey Form IV, go back into my body, link up, and continue, “and there we go. I have a backup generator installed as well, so I won’t even need to stop and charge it.”
“Is it… fully functional?” Star is licking her lips.
And I think I know what she means, “Oh yes; I get full sensation. Touch, taste, smell, hearing… I can even eat if I want.” Yes, I’m teasing her slightly.
“Not what I mean…” she didn’t pick up on the joke… but given where her eyes are, I guess she didn’t see the smile.
“Oh, that… yes, it works too…” knowing what’s coming, I’m getting hard, “although I didn’t include any biologicals down there.”
“Want to test it out thoroughly?” Ocean asks.
I smile, “Absolutely….”
And we do test it out. I make sure to show everyone present that my new male member works fully… by using it in each of their holes, obviously, including Patricia again as well as Ocean. Oh, and I do get some real clothes made to fit me on time.
Barely.
