Pixie

Several names pop in your head and as you try to say them the computer in your head stops you as if the name is taken or something. Finally you one clears and you answer her, “Pixie Dust.”

“All right Pixie I will inform the doctor and the other contacts for you. Have a nice day. Oh yes, and I called a ride for you, it will take you wherever you need to go.”

“Oh thanks.” You say as you finish activating your phone and filling everything in. Looking at the sheet it also has your measurements and clothing sizes listed, in case things were altered in the surgery, it lists, but you can't help but think this kind of thing has happened before and this is their way of dealing with it. It seems you wear a size 2 in clothes, your shoes are a size 6. You are 5'2” and 99lbs, and your measurements are 32C-23-34. “Huh, I would have guessed D cups.” You whisper quietly and cup your breast in your hand, filling it completely.

“What was that?” She asks flashing you another smile, not quite hearing you.

“Oh nothing. Tell the doctor thanks for everything. I will see you once I have a lot more money.” You say back as you turn to head out the door.

“That is what he is counting on. Have a lovely day.” She says as you exit the building.

Once outside you have to laugh. The ride he has set up is a rented electric city scooter that you know you can either return to a kiosk in the inner city or once the paid time runs out it will simply drive away by itself. You aren't sure exactly why you know that, but that feeling is starting to get more normal. You may not have chosen what the new you can do, but clearly at some point someone did and it has carried over. “Clearly you are a shitty solution. I need to get a new, well used but functional, ride.” You say to the little scooter and hop on. It clicks to life with a whirr much like a golf cart but you are able to get it up to 30mph. Jacking your computer into your phone you are able to access the net and quickly find a motorcycle lot, figuring it will be cheaper than a car. Not to mention it just sort of feels like the right choice.

Nearly an hour later you finally pull up to the huge lot of cycles of all shapes and sizes, both two and three wheeled. As you arrive you notice you have 18 minutes left on the rental so if you don't find something here, you at least have to make it quick. You only make it about three steps before you are approached by a 6'3” at least barrel chested guy with chiseled features, quite a bit of stubble on his chin as well as his frequently shaved head. He is wearing a pair of combat boots, nearly black jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a well worn leather jacket. Thankful for your nice high heels, he doesn't totally tower over you, but still he is pretty imposing, you catch yourself even running your fingers over your hidden pistol as he gets closer and closer. He stops about a foot and a half from you, a little close you decide instantly, and extends his calloused hand as he speaks, “Welcome to Badland Motors. How can I help you miss?” You can't quite decide if his smile is welcoming or just creepy as he finishes his greeting.

“Well, I am in need of a new bike. I'm paying cash, and I have $2000 to spend. What do you have?” You state firmly.

“I'm sure we can help. Follow me.” He says then pulls out three stapled together sheets of folded up white paper from his back pocket and starts thumbing through it as he walks. Hmm, and Aah, and No can be heard muttering from his lips as he walks you down row after row of very nice looking new motorcycles. Finally he pronounces, “There it is.” Pointing to a rather low slung Harley looking bike. “This one would be perfect for you. The seat is only 23” off the ground, with easy reach to all the controls, yet with a nice big fat 100 cu inch engine powering it. Now sure it goes for $5000 but I'm sure you have to admit this one is perfect. What do you think, why not try and sit on it.” He finally stops talking and waves his hand to the bike seat to indicate you should get on now.

Looking it over you can't help but admit it would be pretty sweet, it even has saddle bags for gear big enough to put guns and computers and stuff inside. Sadly unless he is coming down a lot, it isn't going to work. “Yeah, pretty nice. I take it you either weren't listening or didn't believe me when I said I had exactly $2000 to spend. Now other than sex that's all I got. So unless you are going to throw in a fuck me discount down to $2000 either show me something else, or lets get to work.” You finish by holding your arms kinda wide to highlight your sexy little body.

“Huh.” Is all he says and scratches his beard. For a second you think he is going to go for it. “Well ya see most people come in with some way lowball price and we can get them to at least double it. You say you literally have only $2000, in cash, right now. Huh.” Again he scratches his beard then dives his head back into his sheets of paper. Several minutes later he says, “Well I do have a lot of shitty bikes in the back that need repairs of some kind. I also have some dirt bikes you could get for half that, but I don't know are you interested in one of those options?”

“Not really. I want something I can count on.”

“Sure, sure, okay. Oh ya I do have a couple that would work. Follow me.” He leads you deeper and deeper into the compound till you get around back in the heavily fenced in area. “I forgot about these. All of these came in broken but we fixed them. I'm sure there is something we can make a deal on back here. Why don't you look around. I have to get the sheets on these to see what kind of prices we are talking about.” With that he leaves you by yourself and heads into what is clearly a workshop.

You stroll around the various bikes and have to admit that many of them look pretty cool, if they work that is. Finally you spot something you decide you have to feel under you. It clearly started as a sportster of some kind but possibly stretched, as it's engine is only a little more than half that of the one he tried to show you, but it has been chopped down to the basics. There is a small half fender on the back wheel, a little seat that is distressed brown leather that feels soft to the touch, a basically bare kinda thin frame, and a gas tank. The seat sits very low, and as you straddle it everything seems to fit pretty nice. The springs under the seat along with the soft leather makes it very comfortable, and all the controls are in easy reach. As you are looking it over you hear him say, “Fire it up let's make sure it runs.” Looking up just in time you catch the keys he tossed at you quite deftly.

“Sure. How much is this one?” He doesn't answer just makes a turning motion with his hand. You oblige and do as instructed then with a flip of a switch and push of a button the engine roars to life. You kind of hate to admit it but the rumbling between your legs makes you instantly horny, and you catch yourself eyeing his crotch for a second.

“Go ahead. Take it around the block. Just hand me your cash to hold in case you decide to take off.” He holds out his hand.

You didn't have time to pull any money out of the little purse and for a moment you are sure if you do he is going to rob you, but still he did trust you to walk around by yourself and you don't even know how much it is worth.