Not a trace

As exhilarating as the day began with your new Exo-Angel suit letting you practically skate on the streets in your search area assigned by McPhearson, you, Angel Five, and your newfound synthetic assistant Tex felt hope slip away that the first day of the search would be productive. Alas, a full eight hours on the road--surprisingly not feeling fatigued with the design of your transportation--moving further and further away from the city yielded nothing, not even a trace blip. Tex showed you the signal sweeps she was conducting as you traveled, and you picked up a lot of noise which seemed like partial matches, the closest anything came was 38% to the expected target signal of any advanced Yabusa tech. Four times the signals in that range warranted an on-foot search, and each of the times they were either Yabusa cleaning robots or illegal mods to a car, which resulted in one citation.

"Last call for today, Angels," McPhearson called over the radio, his voice grim. "Is there any trace to follow?"

"Sorry, sir, we've got nothing." "Not a blip on our radar." "Negative."

You clicked your comms on as you pulled up to a stoplight. "Nothing on the west route."

"Damn. Alright, pack it in for today, get some rest. We've got a team of Yabusa engineers working overnight to come up with alternative methods to locate our units. I'm operating under the assumption their trackers have been disabled or they're somewhere shielded by our scanners. I want all remaining Angel units to take every precaution tonight, secure everything and report anyone who even looks remotely suspicious coming around your residences. I don't want any more units to go missing while half our team is out of commission. Check in with me early tomorrow for your search assignments, that is all."

Sighing, you turned toward home, rolling slowly along the roads as your thoughts drifted--unwise to do on a motorcycle, but Tex behaved much like a lane-assist device when you were growing too distracted. "What if they're gone because they want to be? Two Riders, one Angel, gone without a trace?"

"I don't know," Angel Five said, frowning. "I'm good friends with Angel Seven, I don't think she'd just vanish. I don't know Riders Two and Seven very well, but I can't picture why they would choose to stay away from the station if it was a decision they made."

You nodded. "I know. We trained together with all the other Angel 800 units, I don't want to believe this was anything more than just trying to search a large area with a small group and we may have some gaps in our search areas. Maybe they're in a skyscraper or in the subway lines, I just think someone would've reported them by now if so..."

Pulling up to the apartments, Tex folded back up against you, providing you a very sleek look with your low-profile Exo-Angel armor. You didn't want to think any more about the questions eating at the back of your mind, things like the fact that a Rider or an Angel would naturally have the easiest access to sabotage other units, though you didn't have any motive why. Looking down at the armor, you hurried up the stairs while Angel Five tried to break the silence. "We're off the clock, Tex, got something a little cozier than plastic for us?"

"Certainly. Oh! Here, how's this?" Tex pulled all the armor out of phase at the same time that an orange knee-length skirt, stockings, and a long-sleeve sweatshirt with the Yabusa logo on the front. All that had been fine, albeit strange to feel the stockings and skirt given your inexperience in them, but when Tex went so far as to form heeled shoes on you on the stairs, you gripped the railing in shock as you stumbled on the next landing.

"I've never done heels..!" you growled to your body-partner, though Angel Five simply laughed.

Once she had her giggling under control, she glanced down at the ensemble. "You might want to stick with flats for the moment, Tex. Rider Five has something to practice later." One quick shoe adjustment later, you were able to complete your trek back to the apartment, stepping inside and double-locking the door per the Sergeant's request.

You strolled to the couch and collapsed onto it, sprawling out. Angel Five sighed, knowing what you were feeling as she was dealing with the same sense of defeat. If anything, it felt like you'd failed the other Angels, and you hadn't even really started on this case related to the nanites that disabled them. Without Tex, you'd have felt really lost in that moment.

It seemed Tex could tell the mood as well and had some plans to cheer you up. "I understand today was disappointing, I do agree it is unusual that we did not find any traces. Perhaps I can lift your spirits tonight? If you'll allow me, I shall take care of dinner and cleaning and anything you'd like while you two relax with some of your audiovisual entertainment of choice. Is this acceptable?"

Angel Five blinked. "Uh, I... don't see why not, Rider?"

"No complaints from me."

"Wonderful! This does provide me an opportunity to test my capacity in a real-world scenario. However, I'll need to..." Tex briefly took control of your movements, via moving your clothing! She didn't do much, she just wanted you to lift your legs so the skirt could slide off, followed by your sweater and stockings. Each piece flowed into place in front of you to form a recognizable body shape, as Angel Five sputtered a little at being suddenly undressed, down to just panties and bra!

"Tex, what the heck..!" she said loudly, squinting at the hollow floating outfit.

A new pair of bra and panties formed, slithering under the skirt and into the neckline of the floating clothes to create the attire. "Apologies, but I did leave you with a little fabric I'd synthesized to fit you. However, for this task, I'll be using most of my stored fabric for this endeavor, including this outfit." Tex swung her hips around, shaking them about as she formed a pair of gloves as well, so she could do more delicate work like adjust the thermostat to account for your chillier outfit.

Angel Five sighed. "Well, I guess we could always go get some other clothes." As much as you understood the hint you'd been given, you merely stretched out on the couch, resulting in an even louder sigh, as you watched Tex strut around with a swaying skirt and a sweater that looked like it was still hugging a body tightly.

Once Tex moved to the kitchen, she held out her hand, and as if by magic, another outfit started to weave itself into phase! Jeans and a button-up shirt, a good working ensemble, formed and floated to the dishwasher, while by the stove, Tex formed a tightly tied apron and oven mitts, along with some lacy black panties in a thong style, implying your chef for the evening would appear to be a bit underdressed!

Angel Five blinked as she watched the party grow ever larger, before she started to giggle at the show. Tex formed a half-dozen bodies out of full outfits fairly rapidly, each doing some sort of cleaning or tidying task except the apron and oven mitts, thankfully pairing with another outfit using latex gloves to cook some sort of chicken dish without making a mess. For smaller tasks, like dusting, Tex would form just floating gloves holding a cleaning cloth, or socks that pushed a rag along the hardwood floor. Pairs of bras and panties worked in tandem to carry misplaced items elsewhere, such as cradling your motorcycle helmet in floating panties to take to the closet, or holding onto bowls with a bra's cups as another set of gloves put the waiting dishes away.

One final outfit, a leotard and tights outfit that looked like it belonged in an adult magazine rather than floating in the room, strolled toward you, sexily shaking its hips and wiggling its strapless top all around. "Do you find all of this suitable? I've done similar tasks in my lab setting, but it's more fun when I get to choose the attire. I've studied what humans seem to enjoy, and the challenge of making it look lifelike is one I aspire to perfect."

Angel Five grinned, while the leotard sauntered to you to sit down on your lap. You felt weight and warmth like a real person existed in the form-fitting attire, though being able to peer past the strapless leotard led you to know better. "How are you able to even do that with clothes, Tex?"

"I'm so happy you asked," Tex said, pushing the invisible breasts closer to your face, causing a blush to form across Angel Five's face. "You likely won't be able to see it with the naked eye, but this is real clothing that I'd synthesized, and then after the design is complete, I weave little strands of myself into the fabric at thousands of points and then weave those points together out of phase. Have you ever seen the back of a cross-stitch, where all the yarn is jumbled up to create all the connecting points? That's what I would imagine I look like out of phase. But in-phase, each one of those anchor points appears to 'float', one might say. I design each point to have a specific compression that I calculate as one might with a spring such that I have very rigid 'bony' parts and more flesh-like tension. Feel me at any point you wish, I would appreciate feedback on the accuracy of my construction."

You hesitated to touch your hands, as Angel Five still blushed. "Uhhhh..."

"It's quite all right, Fives. I am not human, merely modeling the shape and compression characteristics of one. I'm aware that one does not touch another human in various locations without permission, so if you require permission, you have it. If anything, my tactile sense is my strongest, thus I appreciate feeling **** pushed against the constructs I make.

Feeling less concerned about if you would upset a synthetic being by letting your hands linger too long somewhere, you started with the hips, pressing inward and feeling the fabric give way as if you were really squeezing a plump ass. It didn't matter which way you squeezed or pressed, the 'springs' that Tex wove into the fabric seemed to work perfectly as you didn't feel like you were touching anything but a human. That made Angel Five's blush return, as you felt your shared body start to get turned on by this rather intimate situation, even if Tex didn't see it like that!

You moved your hands down first to a place you knew would be bony--the knees of the tights. As predicted, they felt stiff, properly so. Your hands moved upward, firmly planting on the simulated chest of your synthetic friend, squeezing inward with enough **** to almost rock the whole body back!

"Be careful, Rider..!" Angel five said, though all Tex did was wiggle in response.

"There's no concern about hurting me, at worst some fabric might stretch or tear, but I can fix that." Tex spun around, her 'back' to you as her stocking legs straddled on either side of yours, letting you easily reach up to play with her indeed springy breast-like shapes while peering straight down into the hollowness of Tex's form.

Moments later, a second outfit, one with a long dress and opera gloves, brought over a bowl of popcorn, fitting it right into that leotard's hollow middle! Rider five laughed, as the bowl wedged into the body just below where the cups of the breasts rested, meaning you could easily continue to squeeze and play and then grab a bite when convenient. The dressy body turned on the TV, and then sat down, practically leaning against you.

"You make good company, Tex," Angel Five said, glancing into the dress shape of the other body to notice the underwear contained within it. "Why do you do the full outfit though, the bra and panties inside other shapes?"

Tex tapped an invisible chin with those opera gloves. "Loose fabric is a challenge if I try and directly model it for movement, I find it easier to anchor to more rigid structures that would better fit the form of a body, and then it can push against the looser fabric of something like the dress. I do enjoy something that flows like these dresses, but I will almost always make sure to outline major points of a body using things such as panties or stockings as a shortcut to making sure my illusion is sufficient."

While the other outfits continued their parade around the house to cook and clean and organize--and often bump into one another, which you thought Tex was doing mostly to show you how the clothing properly deformed than any miscalculated movement on their part--you continued to enjoy the company of the two lovely outfits for a while longer, as dinner continued to cook.

"It will only be a few minutes longer for your meal. After that, may I do more demonstrations? I haven't had a new audience in a while, I'd enjoy trying some more of my interactive abilities with you."