Samus receives a more drastic makeover

With the anomaly in his hands, Korpus was no longer concerned with watching Samus-- he exited the room and told her to wait. K, on the other hand, was sending communications now with added frequency. "The problem, Samus, is that I pulled a lot of strings to get you where you're standing right now and I feel like I've been short-changed. Do you feel you've led a lucky life?"

"Far from it," Samus admitted, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and tilting her head slightly. Her life had been one battle after another, dotted by shipwrecks and the loss of friends. "If you know as much about me as you seem to, then I'm guessing that's a rhetorical question."

"You've been lucky today, even if you don't know it. But you've got a good point: what's gotten you through all of life's obstacles hasn't been luck: it's grit. Sound judgment. Intuition. All the things soldiers talk about. It all probably takes a huge toll, doesn't it? Not just on your body, but your mind. The physical toll combined with the mental. Stressful days and sleepless nights-"

"I'm really not good with this kind of grandstanding," the bounty hunter interrupted. "Whatever you're getting at, let's get it over with."

"Fair. My point is... You could use a rest. This bonus round is about that. If you agree," K continued, before somehow turning on another spotlight in the room. The light came down upon something like a doctor's chair. "Sit down in that seat. You've lived the life of a soldier, Samus. Today, I want to let you feel like a woman."

"By humiliating me and writing things on my ass?" Samus questioned, dubious.

"No. Take a closer look there. All I've got is a tanning bed and make-up. You're not scared of that, right?"

Curious, Samus took a closer look. What she'd first thought of as an experiment chair was more like a full service salon chair. It included a hair-dresser's bowl, robotic arms with makeup implements, and something like a ray-gun. She recognized that as a tool designed for tanning, not anything dangerous. Her blue eyes settled into a confused expression. "You're asking me to take a spa day?"

"A little more than that, but yes. I want to help you throw away your worries."

"Trying to play the good guy, after all this? What, did you think making me strip in front of cameras was going to help me loosen up?"

"Lol! Guilty as charged. Guess it didn't quite do the trick, huh?" K responded. "Hey, I'm done playing jokes on you. For now, just have a seat and we'll finish up. Then you'll have your money and be on your way, wearing a big smile on your face."

Samus couldn't remember the last time she'd had a 'big smile.' It didn't really fit with her image, nor, more importantly, her lifestyle. What she was looking forward to, however, was being done with this so-called "Strip-a-thon." "And just to clarify, I won't be **** to take anything else off? You haven't left me with much."

"I promise. Have a seat and just throw your cares away. Let it all go."

Captain Korpus walked back through sector 4, carrying the few articles of clothing he'd collected back from the test room. "Pointless... This anomaly... Someone went through a lot of trouble. Not just that. The base... what is the meaning of that central chamber? Something's not adding up." The man might be new to his promotion-- as new as the base-- but he knew it didn't make sense for the higher ups to keep him, of all people, in the dark here.

"I've been too adversarial towards Samus Aran. If anything, we need her cooperation here. She might be the only one who can really get to the bottom of all of this," he resolved, muttering to himself. If something was a threat to the Federation here, he needed to bring it into the light. "Once she comes out, I'll extend her a formal alliance-"

"You just missed her, Captain," one of the guards notified him.

The old man lowered his eyebrows. "What? She exited on her own?"

"She did. Quite a sight, too, to hear it!"

"You idiot. You didn't stop her? You didn't dress her?!" he questioned, clenching his fists and showing his teeth. "I need her cooperation, dammit! You're letting her walk out, thinking we pulled her in to make a fool out of her! She's wearing tiny little shorts with 'Government Property' written on her ass! We're lucky if she doesn't kill us once she gets in her power armor!"

"Sir, she really looked quite pleased with herself. Happy, actually!"

"... Well, now I'm really scared," he muttered, rubbing his bald head with one hand and a look of utter confusion on his slack face. "Just... Just notify the next checkpoint. Close it."

"Negative, sir! She's already skipped through!"

The rookie officer at checkpoint three, who'd been happy to see his idol in such a state of dress a moment ago and seeming so chipper, now second-guessed his actions. The barking of the senior officer had him about to jump out of his skin. "Sir, yes sir! I said skip! She was... uh... skipping! Yes sir, I saw what I saw! A-And on her ass... Yes, er, her rear... It said... Oh, you know already? Yeah, uh, she was headed towards checkpoint two... You know, I've still got her boots sir. Are those mine to keep? Sir? Hello, sir?"

The serious-faced guard at the second check-point returned to his post after finish his task, scanning the anomalies for anything suspicious. Nothing. They were essentially ordinary articles of clothing. When he got back, his brow knit with anger behind his visor. His partner, the pervy one, was sitting on the job, with his helmet off, slouching in his chair. "What the fuck are you doing, private? Lights go out and you think we're getting sent home, is that it? Straighten up that back and armor up!" he insisted, slapping his hand down hard upon the console to wake the guy up. "We just heard from the general. Samus is on her way out. We need to salute and let her know everything's square! Furthermore, we were supposed to have the damn gate down! Orders from the top!"

"Oh, heh heh, she did more than salute," the helmetless guard chuckled, finally turning his eyes up. For the first time, the other guard realized he had lipstick smeared over his lips. "And she was very convincing, asking me to open up the checkpoint gate. Thought she was putting me in to a headlock, but... well... damn! Bounty hunter knows how to use her tongue."

"You... You french kissed Samus Aran? Are you fucking serious?"

"And we got it all on tape."

"... Okay, scoot over. Play back the tape. Damn!"

At checkpoint one, just by the hangar where Samus's ship was docked, the first recruit watched, wide-eyed as the bounty hunter herself walked through the scanners. They didn't let out a beep, probably because she wore no metal-- she was only dressed in a sports top and little booty shorts, showing off all of her curves even better than the zero-suit she'd been wearing when she went in.

That wasn't all that had changed: her way of walking was different. Earlier, she'd had her fists to her side, all business, walking like she was still in her trademark power armor despite her appeal as a woman. Now, she was walking with a definite, intentional sway of her hips, with her fingers out flat to her sides, like a girlie girl. It wasn't just her hips, either-- she was skipping on her toes a little bit, causing her rather notable womanly assets to bounce with each hop.

If the differences ended there, the man would already suspect he was dreaming. There was one more thing: she'd gotten a tan, somehow. Her hair was done up in two pigtails and her make-up had changed, heavier around the eyelids, and including bright red lipstick. The biggest change of all was her face... those cold blue yes were in smiling crescents and her lips, always wearing a stoic frown, wore a cutesy smile.

"Samus... Samus Aran?" the guard babbled, raising a hand in salute. His eyes traveled downward, then up, then about middle height, then up again. "You're... You changed your... um... hair?"

"He he, thanks for noticing! I actually did put some new color in it. It's sort of a platinum blond," she giggled uncharacteristically. Even her damn voice sounded different. It was like time inside had turned her into a bubbly air-head. "And the curtains match the drapes, too..." The famed bounty hunter continued, grinning wider as she leaned in and stretched out the band of her booty shorts.

The man's eyes widened and his hands went clammy as he stared down the woman's pants, noting the place where her tan ended, showing her usual pale flesh. A lot of flesh. He could see her pussy from above and the platinum blond, neatly trimmed pubic hair just above it. "Oh... Oh yeah that's... That's blond alright."

"You all have been real dolls, setting me up with all this cash and a tour of your new facility! And that nifty little device in the basement? The one that says Bimbo Beauty Treatment? I like that a lot!" she whispered into his ear at close distance. "I actually had a little bit of a bush going. No need to keep it up if you're not gonna show it off, right? Anyway, they trimmed it right up, now that I've got plans, he he. Take a feel..."

Samus grabbed the man's hand and stuck it into the front of her shorts. Unable to stop himself, he ran his hand from the spot above her slit to below it, so that two fingers caressed the opening.

"Mmm... Careful there, soldier boy. There's gonna be a price to touch~"

"What the holy hell happened to you-"

She stopped him from talking with a deep kiss, leaving a big smear of lipstick as she drew away. "Oopsie! Hear that alarm going off? I gotta get moving! Maybe chase me down in one of those ships and I'll let you ride my tailpipe till we find somewhere private," she finished, batting her long eyelashes.

The guard watched, stupefied, as the legendary bounty hunter resumed skipping and bouncing, her newly tanned body disappearing inside of the ship. She gave him another quick wink, a cute gesture... then pantomimed jerking off some invisible figure into her mouth, a less cute gesture, before the hatch of her ship closed, hiding her from view.

The ship took off.

He knew he ought to wait for deployment orders... In fact, he thought he heard that Captain Korpus himself was on his way to that part of the base. He really ought to keep his post...

Instead, the man ran to one of the pursuit vessels docked in the hanger. The mystery of the bimbo bounty hunter was one he felt he had to pursue a little further. With an erection pitching the front of his pilot suit, he took off after her.