Reintroduction

Angel stepped back, still with A-Five's head looking right at you. "If this is going to work at all, I should figure out how to contribute all my unique talents and quirks to the whole, yeah? Well, right now even if there's eight minds in here, we're still one Angel, with one Rider... but I think I can provide enough variation in one body to make you never want any other woman than me."

You tilted your head. That almost sounded like the Angels already decided to stick together? Maybe you just misheard, or maybe it was just a way to psych herself up. "Okay then, Angel, so what sort of variation are we talking about? You've already got different heads and personalities."

"Well, with Tex's help, I can be entirely different variations of Angel motorcycle platforms too! I think I can tie a different style of bike to each style of Angel, and then you can choose how you want to ride me, huh?" She winked at that last suggestion, seemingly having a lot more fun with this newfound bodily combination than you'd realized. "How about I go through my variations and show you what I've got? Just sit back and enjoy the show, Tex will help me give you a better insight into my new self. ...Selves."

With a shrug, you nodded, not really certain what you were getting into.

The head again shifted on the body before you, taking on slightly more mature features, although still a very sexy look. Her light brown hair trickled down her back. Her outfit shifted into a button up shirt, vest, and some mom jeans, although plenty of cleavage remained on display. "I'm Angel One. I have a few years on everyone else in this group, but let's just say that means I'm 'experienced'. I'm about as easygoing as you're going to find, and I won't complain if you call me mommy. You could ride me all day if you wanted." She knelt down, taking on her motorcycle mode thanks to Tex's help, which took inspiration from the classic cruiser bikes old people with big beards often rode around on--wrapped up in a large front and windshield as well as massive luggage compartments in the back, much of her midsection was visible above the faux engine and foot controls!

"Or maybe you'd prefer something a little more modern?" said Angel as the motorcycle components shifted first, taking on a much more aggressive, angular front that looked like a good compromise between speed and comfort. "Angel Two can be your sportier touring option, Rider. I'm meant to keep you more upright and active, and we'll be able to handle the twisties for hours together!" One of the 'wings' lifted enough to show you Angel Two, partially encased in the cowling of the Sport Touring design which hid more of her body, leaving mostly her waist under the seat exposed. Still, in a long sweatshirt and some cargo pants, she seemed pretty cozy! "I've got a lot of energy but I won't overwhelm you, I promise!"

Once again the face changed, taking on a tanned look as curly locks bounced around her head, as the lovely Angel Three grinned at you. "Oh, but I'll be a handful! Though you get a fashionable, sexy woman who's not afraid to speak her mind and looks damn good in a dress, mi amigo. I will absolutely light your world on fire when we dance!" The largest Angel wings you'd seen so far, fully faired supersport designs, stretched out from her as she stood up from the ground, wearing a sexy red salsa dress. In fact, the design resembled a butterfly, in a way, with Mariposa printed on either side. "And we will dance, I promise you that. When you're atop me, all you're gonna think about is curves..."

The wings shrunk considerably as the hair changed once more, into a two-tone mix of brown and platinum blonde streaks through her bangs and ponytail. In some Daisy Duke short shorts and a tank top underneath a loose plaid shirt, Angel Four smiled widely as she looked down at herself, spinning once around to show off her minimal accessories to what looked like an offroad dual-sport setup. "Or maybe you'd rather get dirty with me, hon? I love bein' outdoors. Take me fishin', or campin', or just wrestle me in some mud, and then we'll wash it all off in the lake together under the moonlight..."

"You already know me, but, well. I get my own intro too!" Angel Five's familiar face and hair appeared on the body, dressed up in her typical riding gear, the body-hugging bodysuit. She leaned forward to transform into her own particular motorcyle shape, taking on a half-faired sportbike look--unlike the Mariposa-like supersport design that looked like it was designed for racing and would fully encase the Angel, there was more of the Angel body visible in this shape again, particularly at the waist. "You know I wouldn't mind long rides in the mountains with you. I'm your reliable daily commuter, sensible but not without style! I'm the one you can trust in any situation."

Standing up again, you watched as the reserved Angel Seven's wavy orange hair bounced into view, as she eyed you while biting her lower lip. In a long skirt and a hoodie, she embodied the word 'cozy' while her Angel components pared down considerably to what seemed like a very minimal set of electronics--the structure reminded you of a more standard, no-frills motorcycle, a 'cafe racer' style that would be a breeze to scoot around town on. "I can't thank you enough for being there for me, Rider. I might not say much, but I'm very cuddly. I'll play games and watch movies with you, I'm sort of like an indoor housecat. All the other girls might be exciting, but I'm the kind of girl you'd take home to your parents on the holidays."

As her head changed again, she started to cackle a bit. Her incredible green eyes pierced your soul as her braided brunette hair swung back. Wearing a long baseball jersey that said 'Spiral City' in stylized letters on the front, with the number on the back, Angel Eight put her hands on her hips as she looked at you. "And I'm the one you take to the sports bar. I'll drink you under the table no matter who's body I'm in! Trust me, every day's an adventure with me, but in the end I'm still well-balanced and level-headed when the rubber hits the road. Probably why if you want an adventure bike, you'll pick me if you wanna win the day. I'll take you to the ends of the earth." Like some of the larger machines similar to Angels One and Two, Eight seems to take on a very large and upright riding style in her adventure bike design, one of the most flexible designs for leaving the pavement while still maintaining comfort.

"But sometimes you just need someone aggressive." One final shift revealed Angel Nine's chosen styling--the aptly-named 'hypernaked streetfighter' style of bike suited her, as did the sports bra under a cropped jacket and her torn jeans. A streetfighter design meant very little was left to the imagination, with aggressive angular lines. She didn't bother to try and hide her body behind any sort of fake engines or fairings, other than a few armored bits to guard extremities this bike showed off the body's extended arms and tucked-in legs quite clearly. There was no question that the punkish Angel Nine was the bike, as she unfurled from motorcycle mode to sit on the ground, looking up at you. "I'm not like the other girls, I'll guarantee you that. I'm a wild card who takes what I want, when I want. But I'm fiercely loyal to my friends and there's nobody you'd rather have watching your back when things go south. I think you'll appreciate when I take charge of a situation."

Angel Five's familiar head once again appeared on the shoulders of this singular Angel body, though she maintained Angel Nine's attire, giggling at the patches on the jacket to give it that authentic well-worn look, even if you two know better. "And that's all of us. ...All of me, really. They're still their own people, but they're also at the moment sort of like masks for me, I'm the common thread between them with Tex's help. Just say the number and the mask goes on, but expect me to take some initiative too."

Standing, Angel strolled toward you, putting her hands on your shoulder. "So, my Rider. Eight girls to one Rider, how lucky is that for you? And I can't be jealous of myself when I'm like this, so I won't be mad at whatever look you choose for me when you want to get to know the new me better. I'm feeling pretty well in tune with myself now... if you want to try to interrogate me again, maybe that'll spark some new memories. But I wouldn't mind holding off on that to put my new body to work in new ways!"