You have a date!

He leaves you there, with the promise of a burning night and shivers all around your hips. You know what he wants, and spend the rest of the afternoon getting prepared. You put on your nice and sexy blue dress, the one that just barely lets one see just the top of your tights. You arrange yourself with a nice long braid, hanging around your head, light makeup, high heels and thigh-high stockings that give you an overall classy and "Wants his clothes peeled off his body" look. You then turn to the nanomods.

Nanomods were invented at about the same time as the Transition, and to a large part permitted it. With the development of nanotechnologies, it became quickly possible to modify bodies almost at will, leading to an epidemy of body transformation that was highly unstable. That was part of the reason Pleasureboys were invented: canvas, to be modified at will by their owners, to represent their wildest dreams. Simply swallowing a preprogrammed nanomod allows one to change almost any feature of the body or the mind: breasts, legs, size, eyes, hair, but also increased sexual needs or pleasure, shyness, slutiness, premade memories, all on demand, and free for Pleasureboys. Of course they remain available for other genders, but they are also incredibly expensive, and their effect is always short-term. Only thing forbidden, of course, is to turn a Pleasureboy into a full-on Trumale or woman. Nanomods are hence almost always a part of a Pleasureboy's life.

The ones you ordered today are one of the most popular blends to be found on the market, called Purring Sweetie. They have a blend of breasts enhancers, sex-drive increasers, a slight increase in eyes size, and of the arching of the back. What is amazing with nanomods, as much as you understand, is how they always adapt to the body to create harmonious shapes, helped by the hormones which have been part of your daily diet forever.

The creature who rings at the door that evening is therefore not the usual Pleasureboy, but a medium-sized version of you with braided hair, a very sexy little blue dress which hugs perfectly two C-cup breasts, a slightly bigger butt, which makes you wave your hips when you walk, and bigger green eyes. You have been under a slight state of excitement for the last five hours, constantly thinking about bad things he could do to you in this body. He opens the door, is wearing a tuxedo and looks as sexy as it can get. You're sure the first chair you're going to sit on is going to catch on fire with that much heat in your backside.

He lets you in and pours you a glass of wine. "I have to check on a few things in the kitchen," he says, "Feel free to visit the house, but do not go into the red door over there, please. I insist." The door is clearly unlocked, and tempting. As he leaves you alone you get plenty of time to wander the corridors and doors, enough to see he has a well-furnished bedroom with incorporated handcuffs, a bug bathroom, and, strangely, a galerie of binded Pleasureboys on the walls of one of his offices. They have clearly not been taken in any of the rooms you have visited. You return to the living room and sit, the red door staring at you, pulling you, curiosity eating you from inside...