Morning Encounters

Jacqueline woke to the sight of the darkened pod’s padded ceiling and groaned quietly in frustration. She looked at her green hand, with its slender, tapered fingers, and all hope that the night before had been a nightmare evaporated. She looked over at her purple-haired podmate and agonized that she couldn’t do more the night before to soothe her protege. She looked at the clock, which told her it was still nearly half an hour till the end of curfew, and cursed her circadian rhythm, which had long been trained by the need to go to the restaurant early for morning food deliveries and administrative work. If she was going to be abducted to another galaxy, the least her mind could do was allow her to sleep in a bit. Still, she knew that once she was conscious, there was little to no chance of her falling back asleep, so she decided to start her day.

She pulled herself out of the pod and ambled into the bathroom, where she was surprised to hear a high-pitched whine and familiar humming coming from one of the shower stalls. Jenna’s face peeked out from one of the shower stalls to see who had entered. Jacqueline felt her eyebrow quirk. Jenna was the farthest thing from a morning person, and dragging her daughter out of bed had been one of the great repeating challenges of her teenage years.

“You’re up early.” She commented to her daughter. There was a quick flash of confusion and realization on Jenna’s face before she signaled to wait a moment and returned to the shower. It was another couple of minutes before the whine cut out and Jenna emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She moved to the bar of sinks, pulled a pair of earplugs out of her ears, and put them into a small case on the counter that seemed made for them. Jacqueline was surprised to note two things. First, even though Jenna had just emerged from the shower, she wasn’t wet at all, not even her long hair, which she had often griped about the challenge of drying. Second, Jenna seemed to be no longer having the same difficulty with moving that she’d had the night before.

“The showers have both a water mode and a sonic mode! It’s so cool! You wipe yourself down with this soft powder stuff, and then it just blasts all the powder and gunk off. It’s like getting washed by a subwoofer. I don’t actually know if it works as well as a normal shower, but if it comes anywhere close, it’s going to be heaven for those of us with longer hair.” She looked over her transformed father. “I guess that includes you now.”

“You’re up early,” Jacqueline repeated.

“Daisy had another one of her ‘episodes’ at 6 am. I decided I’d rather start getting ready than try to sleep through it.”

“You’re doing better than I expected, both with her and all of this. I wish you’d try a little harder at not antagonizing her, though. Maybe try to turn down the glare a little bit.”

“I know all this should scare me, but honestly, it’s kind of cool. As for Daisy, I’m trying, but I really hate that woman. It was bad enough that she was always a catty bitch when she worked at the shop, but then she put Aaron through hell, and screwed you over during the challenge. I know Aaron would never want any of us to get eliminated, but part of me wishes that we could just leave her behind somewhere.”

Jacqueline felt distinctly uncomfortable with how well her daughter was handling the situation, especially the aspect where they were being asked to be a part of her best friend’s harem. Still, she knew that Jenna had spent most of her life dreaming of something extraordinary just like this. Well, hopefully not JUST like this. Still, she hoped that Jenna was taking the situation seriously enough to keep herself from putting herself in danger.

“Is the gravity thing easier this morning?” Indicating the ease with which she was moving.

“Oh! I did a little shopping in the BP store this morning. Got an upgrade that lets me make my feet stick to any solid surface. It means that I can’t wear shoes anymore, but it’s worth it. Watch this.” She walked to the bathroom wall and stuck her foot to it. With apparent ease, she started to walk up the wall and onto the ceiling. If it weren’t for the slow drift of her long hair, which barely avoided touching the floor, it would have looked like the room itself had rotated.

Jenna: 2500 BP > 1500 BP
Jenna: +Mag-Feet

“That’s… disorienting. You really can’t wear shoes anymore?”

“Yeah, but it said it makes my feet indestructible, so it should be fine.” She said, trying hard not to mention that it also made them intensely sensitive to touch. “There are a couple others I’m still debating.” She said, walking back down to the floor and moving into one of the changing stalls.

“That’s good," She paused for a moment before continuing, "Before everyone else gets up, I wanted to have a chat with you.”

“About Daisy?”

“About Aaron…”

Back in the sleeping quarters, Serena woke up shortly after curfew to the sound of raised voices. She felt herself starting to get aggravated, as she started to wonder what kind of stink Daisy was making so early in the morning. She emerged from the pod, only to see Jenna, dressed in a sports bra and yoga pants, stomping with bare feet out of the bathroom and into the common room. She looked towards the bathroom door, only to see Jacqueline emerge, her hair disheveled from sleep, her face a mask of deep thought, the markings on her skin flashing a complex pattern of different colors that pulsed brightly.

“Everything okay, boss?”

“Oh. Morning Serena. Sorry if that got a little loud. Jenna and I just… had a disagreement.”

Serena let out a sigh, trying to keep the anger that had been boiling up under control. She took some deep breaths, closing her eyes and letting the anger ebb away. It took a couple of minutes, but she finally managed to get it under control. She looked at the clock inside the pod again and realized it had taken her nearly 5 minutes just to get the emotions from a minor annoyance to recede, and she began to feel a wave of melancholy following.

“Is it any better this morning?” Jacqueline asked

“No. And it seems to act up at the slightest provocation.”

“Maybe you should look at the stuff in the store. Jenna told me she got something that makes moving around easier, but it means she can’t wear shoes. Maybe there’s something like that for yours.”

“I take it that’s not what you two were fighting about.” The lights on Jacqueline’s skin flared again.

“No, but I really just want to keep it between her and me for the moment. Jenna’s probably going to make herself something for breakfast to punish me for getting her angry, and she won’t appreciate it if I let her go too long without an audience. I was going to make omelets. Want to join me?”

Serena considered for a moment before there was the whoosh of another pod opening and Delia flopped unceremoniously to the floor in front of her hatch.

“Serena! I could use some help over here.” She called as she got unsteadily to her feet. She was back in her younger form and breathing in a fast, deep rhythm.

Serena and Jacqueline moved to help her but, as they got closer, they saw Sarah, in the pod with pillows strewn all over, looking up at them with a deliriously aroused expression, panting with need as little groans occasionally slipped out.

“So pretty!” She groaned, her eyes locked on Serena.

“What happened?” Jacqueline asked

“It’s my fault. Apparently, sleeping in my older form wasn’t the best idea. I think that the maternal feelings the transformation was talking about can make me a little too snuggly. It seems I just busted through the pillow wall in the middle of the night to pull her into a cuddle and, well, you can see the result. Can you help her?”

“Help her? Oh, right! Yeah, I can definitely do that. Umm… Do you mind?” Serena asked Delia, indicating the pod. Delia nodded, but as Serena approached, the pod hatches sealed once again.

“Seriously?” Serena yelled, backing up just enough for Delia to open the pod and start helping Sarah out.

“It seems that the rule against entering each other’s pods is not just for the evening.”

“That’s so stupid. I thought this was supposed to be an erotic show. You would have thought they’d love a bit of footage of this sort of thing.” Serena complained

“I expect that they feel that having to do it in semi-public or having to search for somewhere to get hot and heavy is sexier,” Delia said, still breathing hard.

“Alright, let’s get you two into the bathroom. You can use one of the shower stalls.” Jacqueline suggested.

As the three of them helped Sarah to her feet, Jacqueline looked at Delia.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was a little worked up when I woke up from being in one form too long, but it went away when I changed.” Delia said defensively. Jacqueline observed the other woman’s rapid breathing, slick skin, and dilated pupils, but decided not to push.

Between the three of them, they managed to get Sarah into the bathroom, despite her constant attempts to wrestle free of their grip and tackle Serena. When they finally made it into the shower, Jacqueline and Delia retreated to the sleeping area.

The shower stall was slightly smaller than their bath at home, but it had a fold-down bench that Serena propped Sarah up on. The other woman was grabbing at her, trying to pull her into a kiss or remove Serena’s pajamas. Serena, unfamiliar with being the smaller partner, could barely push back but finally managed to get the other woman seated on the bench. She placed a soft kiss on the other woman’s forehead as she began to stroke her snow-white hair.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m going to take care of you. It’s all going to be alright.” She began stripping off her pajamas, hoping to give Sarah less to grab for. Sarah, ecstatic at this development, shucked off her own nightie, leaving her in just her sodden silken panties, and started grabbing at Serena again. Serena was briefly surprised to see that her girlfriend's nipples, which had once been an extremely light pink, were now a robin’s egg blue and looked almost painfully hard, a sensation that Serena felt mirrored in her own body as she looked over her girlfriend’s newly snow-white skin.

“Not yet. Patience,” Serena said, swatting away Sarah’s hands as she removed the last of her clothing and tossed it outside the stall. The bathroom was chillier than she expected, especially touching Sarah as much as she was, and part of her wished she could turn on the water. Still, it was uncertain if warm water would further complicate the situation or, at the very least, make it harder to get her girlfriend off by washing away the natural lubrication.

No sooner had she considered the issue of turning on the shower when she saw a window appear in her HUD, apparently connected to the shower.

Hot/Cold Split Protocol Activated
Sexy Shower Protocol Activated
Optimizing Temperature/Pressure

The water turned on instantly at the perfect temperature, so Serena no longer felt the chill of the room, and the gradual increase in pressure prevented it from startling her too much. As the water ran down her naked skin, she saw it leaving a slight residue, as though she had been sprayed with baby oil instead of water, and, running her fingers along the spots the water had touched, found the skin slick.

She was briefly tempted to thank the ship, but decided that she had more important matters to attend to. She guided Sarah’s hands to her own breasts and went down to her knees in front of her needy girlfriend and began working off her panties. As she did, she noted that, while the water aimed at her own skin was delightfully warm, the water running along Sarah was pleasantly cool. It took redirecting Sarah’s hands several times before she was able to get the soaked silk garment out of the way, but when it did, it revealed the familiar sight of Sarah’s gorgeous pussy, but with a slightly new color scheme. Like the rest of her, the skin between her legs had become a pure snow white except for the tiny landing strip of hair that had once been a dark, nearly black color that was now a vibrant royal blue, and the lips of her labia, where icy blues replaced the familiar pinks. She was swollen and dripping, the muscles of her pelvis clenching and rising, as though hungry.

Serena felt a wave of sadness wash over her as she realized she no longer had the equipment to satisfy her girlfriend the way she would have preferred. Still, the sadness was a ripple compared to the tidal wave of lust she felt seeing her girlfriend: naked, soaked, and mewling in need.

She ran her index and middle finger along each side of her girlfriend's slick and ready mound and watched as the other woman’s pelvis rose to meet the sensation. Normally, Sarah was the type that needed significant foreplay before even wanting to be fingered, but the Sarah in front of her now had neither the need nor desire for such things. Still, Serena was used to taking it slow. She brought the two fingers together at the bottom of Sarah’s vulva so that they just barely separated the two sides of her hungry slit and slowly brought them back up, only to stop just before she reached the other woman’s clit. Her fingers paused there for a second before she placed a light and loving kiss on the sensitive nub. She repeated the patterns several times, bringing her fingers down along the sides of her mound, then drawing them back up the line of her molten slit and giving her clit a loving kiss. By the third or fourth repetition, she’d had to draw back her fingers slightly from Sarah’s attempt to buck up and capture the invading digits.

“Please. Babe. Please. Need it. Please.” Sarah begged her hands alternating between caressing her frosty nipples and trying to pull Serena by her short purple hair into her crotch.

Serena decided she’d done enough teasing and slid the taunting index finger into her girlfriend’s needy sex. Sarah bucked as though she’d been shocked, her legs clamping around Serena’s shoulders, keeping her in place and triggering several of the newly sensitive implant lines that highlighted Serena's skin. Serena began to slowly move her hand in and out of the desperate woman, the pad of her finger massaging the interior of her sensitive walls. She alternated avoiding and targeting the spots she knew were most sensitive with her finger while she began to gently triple-team the woman’s clit with her thumb, lips, and tongue in an alternating pattern. She began to accelerate both assaults, feeling the walls of Sarah’s pussy hungrily tug at her finger in a way that Serena knew meant that Sarah was getting close. She added a second finger, and began to twist her wrist slightly as she pulled them in and out of the other woman who had begun nearly screaming her pleasure. She intensified the attack on the other woman’s clit as well, alternating licking and sucking the sensitive bulb until, finally, with a keening wail and a tightening of her legs that pressed Serena’s whole head between her legs, Sarah came harder than Serena had ever seen. Meanwhile, Serena, whose new facial implants were suddenly pressed hard into the soft flesh of the other woman’s pelvis, felt a flare of heat of her own.

Again, Serena had to fight her instincts; normally such a performance would be just the start of an extended encounter, but as the orgasm started to fade, Serena saw the arousal begin to ebb from Sarah’s eyes, which began to dart around, apparently coming out of the daze.

“Serena, baby, that was amazing, but what are we doing in here, and why is this water so cold?”

“It seems that you and Delia accidentally did a little snuggling in your sleep, and you got a little overheated,” Serena explained, leaving out Delia’s claim of responsibility. “The shower’s to keep you from warming right back up again.”

“Ugh, I’m going to have to take cold showers for the rest of my life, aren’t I?”

“Either that, or get used to getting yourself off more often. As much as I enjoy it, I don’t think it’s practical for me to handle this all the time. You’re probably going to have to figure out how to deal with this before it gets bad enough that you're delirious,” Serena replied, pulling herself onto the bench and sitting with her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder. Her instinct was to pull the other woman into her lap, but she knew that wasn’t practical given their altered size difference. She briefly considered allowing Sarah to lay her head in her lap. Still, she realized that even the contact of her arms around her girlfriend’s shoulders was likely causing the heat to build up again, and she pulled away, letting the water roll off them as they sat next to each other for several minutes, breathing hard, staring at the water swirling down the drain.

Serena’s altered emotions whispered to her that, even in the wake of such a sexy and intimate moment, a gap was starting to form between her and her girlfriend, one that was only exacerbated by Sarah’s transformation, which forced them to be cautious about physical contact. It was a small worry, a nagging thought, but one that grew until she began to feel tears in her eyes. She hoped that the falling water would disguise them, but she could tell she was starting to shake with restrained sobs. She watched Sarah’s hand reach out to comfort her, only to stop short, and Serena felt her heart break a little.

“Are you feeling any better this morning?”

Serena wanted to tell her it was fine. That it was getting easier and she would figure it out, but the words started slipping out before she could stop them, her voice shaking.

“Not really. Jacqueline thinks it might be related to the Dream Girl transformation. The whole personality traits thing.” Sarah looked at her, and her face was a mask of horror and guilt.

“So, I did this to you?”

“No. The psychotic robot eye did this to me. The fact that he did so by pulling it out of some back closet of your mind doesn’t make you responsible.”

Sarah’s face showed she was clearly unconvinced.

“Besides, she also told me Jenna found something in the BP store that helped with her gravity thing. Maybe there’s something in there that can make ours a little less terrible. But we’ll figure it out.” She said, trying to make her voice sound confident through the tears.

“Okay. Why is this shower making us all oily?”

“My implants turned on something called Sexy Shower Protocol. I think it mixes something in the water to turn it into a lubricant. It’s definitely handy.”

“Your implants,” Sarah said wistfully, her hands tracing just off the skin as she followed the glowing patterns that ran along the other woman’s body. In the areas of skin normally hidden by clothing, they formed a geometric pattern that emphasized the hills and valleys of her feminized body, drawing the eye to her breasts and the gap between her legs.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool. Wish they weren’t quite so sensitive and that they were on a more masculine body.”

“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Sarah assured her, but Serena could feel the tears returning.

“I’m going to turn off the sexy mode in this shower and grab a stall myself. Otherwise, I think we’re going to have a hard time not starting round two, and I’m pretty sure everyone else has been politely waiting to use the bathroom.” She stood and gave her girlfriend a quick peck on the forehead before moving into the neighboring stall. As she did, a monitoring blurb popped up.

Desire to cry detected. Enable shower stall sound dampening?

Serena cursed the implant, wondering why that option had not been provided during their earlier escapades, and suspecting C2 might have interfered. But she chose to confirm it anyway and, as the warm water splashed off her and she began to clean an unfamiliar body, she let herself cry and hoped Sarah couldn’t hear.