Morning after

Morning after (Rough Daft v4- Just needs final spell check and tweek)

The next morning, Josh awoke with a newfound sense of 'balance' for lack of better term. He now felt he could ride his new bike like it was apart of him. The dreams after that were a bit of a blur but every time he thought about them he would flush and get butterflies in his stomach, something in them had helped him connect more deeply with his feminine side, and he could feel closer to harmony.

AISYS sensed the shift as well and informed him that "I can now remove the blocks on your hormones without any negative effects. But we would need do a repeat performance to keep things from building up to that level again, once a week or more should keep things to a level you can handle by yourself, you may feel more prone to romantic feeling or lust, that and the increased sex drive being the only real side effects. Now please take a shower and wash your linens, I don't exactly mind being covered in your DNA but it only gets less appealing with time."

"Thanks AISYS, I'll get right on that... Christ this is a lot, I didn't know a human body could hold this much, now I know why that dream felt so good, even if I only remember bits of it."

"Normally you would be right but your no longer a normal human and those changes effected more than just whats apparent."

He hums in under standing as he extracts himself from the puddle of semen. Starting the process of cleaning it up. Finding it less gross than he used to during post orgasm clarity. "Couldn't you have taken control to help clean me up?"

"I could but I won't for the time being unless its an emergency."

"Why...?"

"I'm unsure and will need to run some data, but I think your failure during that attempted mugging might be my fault as a result of taking control first thing the morning after we combined, I may have been teaching your body to rely on me and to give up control in situations unfamiliar."

"Oh." He responds and they spend the rest of the clean of time silent, AISYS giving him time to process it along with the flash backs of the moment and the 'training' to fix him, to not fail again.

As he prepared breakfast, the doorbell rang. A delivery awaited him outside – a package containing the body kit needed to change his new bike's appearance when on duty. Josh's excitement was a physical thing as he examined the box, not only did he have a Motorcycle like he had wanted for so long but this body kit look like the type of outlandish style he would have wanted as a kid.

As he unfolded the flaps, he was met with the sight of a sleek, glossy black finish. The body kit lay neatly packaged, each piece carefully cushioned.

Deep purple decals with silver accents adorned it, featuring intricate lace-like patterns.

He pulled out the LED lighting package, the haunting shade of purple already catching his eye even through the protective packaging. There were even Head lights and tail lights that could be programed to any pattern or color including emergency service lights.

He planned to secure the box to the bike and transport it to work, where AISYS and he would use their abilities to swap the parts in moments each morning.

"This looks amazing AISYS, but would it be possible to make some of these decals look more real if we ever need to buy replacements?"

"Already in the works Josh, Custom parts and designs will be sent to CNC and other fabrication shops as soon as the cost won't wipe out your savings. I estimate by the time you rank up and capture at least two bounties we can start the order under an assumed name. But I'll keep the final look to my self, I'm really proud of myself on these designs, It felt good to be creative, probably an echo from the process of my creation."

"I should have known you had that on lock down. I can't wait, and if you ever need a creative outlet I'm sure we can get you squared away."

"Can I help you pick out your outfit?" she asked almost sheepishly.

"Sure, want to use me like a dress up doll?" He jokes back

"kinda?" she responds. "I can't really try on cute things myself, as I am basically the clothes now... I was made from the minds of a lot of smart women they had things they enjoyed, I know I'm my own 'person' but there are still things I'll never be able to do that it feels like I've lost 'parts' of me? My mission comes first, always, but the longer my run cycle is active the more I want to DO things that are impossible now." If an AI could be breathless Josh is sure she would be right now after rushing that out.

"Hey no need to sweat it, if I can help my letting you dress me up I'm super on board, you literally saved my life and are literally my closest friend" HE ends with a small joke.

Sitting down to eat, Josh browsed online for a new outfit, to his surprise he seemed more willing to wear something that showed off his feminine changes, even in his Civilian ID. As he scrolled through various designs, AISYS chimed in with her suggestions.

As Josh browsed online, AISYS's voice came through, tinged with excitement. "I've found some outfits that might interest you. They're slightly more feminine but align perfectly with your transformed appearance. Would you like to try them?"

Josh hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of uncertainty. But the trust he had in AISYS, along with his growing connection to his feminine side, pushed him to agree. "Alright, let's see what you have in mind."

With a soft hum, AISYS transformed into the first outfit, molding itself to Josh's body. The fabric reshaped into an elegant blouse paired with tailored slacks, the lines accentuating his newfound curves. He turned to the mirror, taking in the reflection.

"You look stunning," AISYS encouraged. "The soft drape of the fabric complements your form, and the color enhances your eyes."

Josh tilted his head, appreciating the look but still feeling slightly out of his comfort zone. "It's beautiful, but let's try the next one."

AISYS obliged, the fabric shifting once again, turning into a knee-length wrap dress adorned with a delicate pattern. It hugged his body in all the right places, emphasizing his graceful figure. Josh's eyes widened as he gazed at the mirror, drawn to the image before him.

"Wow," he murmured, struck by the beauty of the design. "This is something I never thought I'd wear, but it feels...right."

AISYS's satisfaction was evident in her response. "I'm glad you like it. We can explore more if you wish, but this one seems to resonate with you."

They tried a few more outfits, each one a dance between femininity and comfort, style and identity. From flowing skirts to fitted blazers, Josh found himself captivated by the possibilities, enjoying the way each piece made him feel.

After trying on various outfits, each one more appealing than the last, Josh and AISYS finally settled on an ensemble that perfectly captured the essence of the "girl next door dresses up."

The fabric morphed into a soft, floral sundress that fell just below the knee, accentuating Josh's newly sculpted figure. Paired with a light, cropped cardigan that added a touch of modesty and elegance, the outfit was both feminine and approachable. To complete the look, AISYS formed a pair of modest heeled sandals and a simple pendant necklace that lay delicately against Josh's collarbone.

Josh turned to the mirror, his eyes widening at the reflection. The dress was charming and graceful, enhancing his features without overshadowing them. It was a look that felt both comfortable and stylish, a blend of innocence and sophistication.

Josh's excitement was momentarily tempered by a practical consideration. "This is great, AISYS, but I can't really see this as a safe outfit to ride a motorcycle. I know you'll protect me, but I can't help but think a sundress and sandals for a motorcycle ride might not be the best. Or set the best example."

There was a brief pause, and AISYS responded, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. "You're right, Josh. I apologize; I got a bit carried away with the excitement of finding the perfect look for you. Let's try something else, but you are wearing that outfit the next place you go that's not on a bike or has a place we can explain a wardrobe change."

A soft chuckle escaped Josh's lips as he felt the fabric shift and transform once more. This time, AISYS crafted a more practical yet still stylish outfit that maintained a touch of femininity. It consisted of form-fitting jeans that allowed for movement, a fitted top that accentuated his curves without restricting mobility, and a protective yet fashionable leather jacket. Comfortable boots with ankle support replaced the sandals, and AISYS ensured that the outfit was tailored for riding safety without sacrificing aesthetics.

Josh examined himself in the mirror again, pleased with this blend of practicality and style. It still felt like him, but adapted for the activities of the day.

"This is perfect, AISYS," he affirmed

Suddenly, a notification caught his eye, It was Commander Steal 'I'm sure you've already seen the coverage, Just wanted to remind you the Agency has A PR team on staff if you wish to use them, They can handle this are get you a proper introduction on the local News, Its not mandatory and I hate the dog and pony show of it. My strategy and advice is ignore it, keep you head down, keep doing good work.'

You texted back worried 'what coverage?'

'-link-, sorry to be the barer of bad news but your famous already. I've got to finish getting ready, I'll see you at the agency.'

'thanks?'

He clicks the link to find, The tabloids had published pictures of him as Ariea, saving the crowd. The images focused on his extraordinary looks, especially when the suit had deployed as a "living lace" speaker, leaving him in a more revealing state and highlighting his feminine attributes.

Josh's heart raced as he clicked on link after link going deeper, his Hero 'face' splashed across the screen in all its ethereal beauty. The headlines were sensational, touting him as the "Enchanting New Heroine" and dissecting his appearance in detail. They Included a link to his official service page but there was almost nothing there with only that day's events and other public info of his hero ID, which wasn't much and left everything open to speculation which they defiantly had.

But it was the accompanying headlines and commentary that sent a chill down his spine:

"Enchanting New Heroine or Seductress? A Closer Look at Ariea's Bewitching Appeal!"

"Ariea's Daring Rescue: Heroism or Publicity Stunt?"

"From Modesty to Mystery: Unveiling the Enigma Behind the Lace!"

The articles dissected his appearance with a mix of admiration, curiosity, and criticism. They speculated on everything from his motives to his background, weaving a narrative that was as captivating as it was fake. Literally the only things correct were parts lifted directly from other news sources.

Some praised his beauty and grace, hailing him as a fresh and exciting addition to the hero scene. Others took a more cynical approach, questioning his intentions and casting doubt on his authenticity. A few even went so far as to objectify him, reducing his heroic act to mere eye candy.

Josh felt a lump in his throat as he read through the various opinions and judgments. He had expected attention as a hero, but this level of scrutiny and sensationalism was overwhelming. The way they analyzed and dissected his every move, his every glance, made him feel exposed and ****, almost naked.

He could feel AISYS's concern, her algorithms working to assess the potential impact of the coverage on their mission and public perception.

"Josh," she said, her voice calm and steady, "we must approach this with care. Public opinion is fickle, and how we respond to this will shape our image going forward. I will help you navigate this. We can turn it into an opportunity."

As Josh pushed away his half-eaten breakfast, the uneasy feeling from the tabloid coverage still lingering, after sitting for a few minutes AISYS's spoke up, apparently not willing to let him spiral into deep self reflection "Josh, about the tabloid situation, I've been considering our options."

He looked up, eyebrows raised. "Yeah? What do you think we should do?"

"I've analyzed Commander Steel's advice, as well as the potential risks and benefits of various responses," AISYS began. "Considering the nature of the coverage, I believe there are three main paths we can take."

Josh leaned back, giving her his full attention.

"First, we can follow Commander Steel's advice and simply ignore it. Keep your head down, focus on your work, and let your actions speak for themselves."

Josh nodded, recalling Commander Steel's words

AISYS continued, "Second, we can engage the PR team from the Agency. They can craft a strategic response, perhaps even arranging a controlled media appearance. This could provide an opportunity to define your public image on your terms."

Josh frowned, considering the option. It had its appeal, but he shared Commander Steel's distaste for the "dog and pony show."

"Third, we can take a more proactive approach through social media or a direct statement, sharing our perspective and setting the record straight. This is riskier but offers more control and authenticity."

Josh chewed his lip, weighing the options. After a moment, he sighed, "I think Commander Steel's right. Let's ignore it for now. Keep our focus on the mission. But keep an eye on it, AISYS. If it starts affecting our work, we'll revisit the other options."

"Understood," AISYS replied, her tone confident and supportive.

With the decision made, Josh quickly finished getting ready, excitement bubbling up as he thought about riding his new bike. He grabbed his helmet and headed out the door, AISYS's presence accompanying him.

The ride in was exhilarating, the wind in his face, the powerful hum of the engine beneath him. The tabloid issue seemed to fade into the background as he lost himself in the pure joy of the ride, AISYS's gentle guidance in his ear ensuring a smooth journey.

They reached the Agency, and as Josh parked the bike and un-straped the package containing the body kit, at AISYS's direction he expanded the living lace web, with her controlling only those that slipped from his direct control, they swapped all the parts to change it from a regular bike.

"Josh don't worry about visiting the Transportation Office I sent in the proper paper work as soon as we had all the parts on and I was able to take a picture. Leave it here and I will remotely guild it to the Hero section, Tech Hero's have permission to have unmanned equipment log themselves and come and go as needed, Just let me know when you want it and I'll use the hacked ECU to bring it to you."