Finding one's feet

Having managed to find a route out of the pool complex that wasn’t yet locked for the night, Jesse began to head for the Home. He hadn’t managed to get back into the locker room, so was still dressed in nothing but his latex swimsuit. The night chill bit at the femboy’s exposed legs and backside, but this was nothing new really. At least the Algorithm’s legion of street-sweeping drones meant he never had to fear about broken glass or other such dangers assaulting his bare feet.

It was darker in this part of the city, away from the constant glow of scrolling billboards and holographic brand mascots. The sissy was happy to be alone with his thoughts and away from the risk of seeing his own upskirt images splashed across a screen with various subscription prices next to them. Somehow that always made him feel more self-conscious and exposed than just walking around with his exquisitely carved ass on full display. Conflicting emotions clambered over themselves to boil in his heart and mind: Despair over being left and forgotten by his two best clients. Disgust at their cozying up with the man who was tearing his world apart. Longing for the sense of comfort and stability that had settled in over his last few months of studies. Fear over what future might lie in wait, if Mr Carter continued to get his way… and above all, guilt, that he was letting any of this get in the way of his one true purpose in life. It wasn’t his place to question these decisions. He’d finally started to believe that, and had been so much happier for it. So what cruel twist of fate was testing and challenging that resolution?

Jesse stopped in his tracks at a sound of plaintive whirring. A small, wheeled drone had fallen off the curb at just the wrong angle, one of its six adjustable wheels having come unaligned. One of the billions of the things that he had just been praising the work of and which scurried around out of the corner of your eye each and every day in this endless, sprawling metropolis. Such diligent, everyday workers that filed themselves away in every corner of the world and quietly got on with so many of life’s hidden chores that no-one really stopped to think about how much that had changed things any more. Without this little guy living up to his role, perhaps Jesse would never have been assigned his either… Perhaps instead of sucking cocks all day he would be out here with a broom, cleaning up piss and vomit from the sidewalks. The sissy hadn’t paid much attention in history class, or even to Betsy’s late evening catch-up sessions; but he’d got the jist that society at large used to be a much grimier, physically-toiling sort of affair.

He picked the tiny robot up and set it back on its wheels. Another would have been along any minute to do the same thing, he was sure… but it felt good to be useful to someone at least. It span drunkenly in a circle for a second, as if getting its bearings. Then gave out a contented sounding beep and rattled off towards a nearby alleyway, only to slam into a wall instead. Jesse sighed and followed after the thing, determined to help it reach the nearest vent or docking station where it would presumably be scooped up and repaired. He set it right again then chased along afterwards, as each initial burst of eager acceleration was cut off by the inevitable crunch and clatter. Its destination couldn’t be too far off the main thoroughfare, this being the most efficiently-designed system on the planet after all.

All around the shadows grew longer, the sun now well ensconced behind the staggered highrises of the horizon. At the other end of the alleyway there was an open courtyard and here Jesse stopped, though his new companion zipped obliviously across. For in the middle of the space was a figure, standing naked and staring upwards at nothing in particular. A last gleam of light bounced down from one of many silver panels far above, blinding in its intensity. Yet the femboy had recognised his former classmate all the same…

“Binita?” He asked, confused but elated. Taking a step toward the one they’d thought lost.