The sweetness of freedom

There was a heat and charge to the air in this place that was entirely foreign to Jesse… as if she truly was under a different sun on some far-off shore. She wondered if perhaps it was just a coincidental effect of being flanked by electronic horizons that blended themselves in all the way up to the, still presumably real, sky. Sweet scents drifted everywhere: from hanging baskets of flowers, racks of drying spices and permanently blossoming trees. Music echoed from within every open doorway and out from the smiles and fingertips of an endless assortment of wandering entertainers. It was all so unbelievably far from the muted, towering efficiency of the city Jesse knew. How could those two opposing ideals possibly exist without a break in the landscape between them? Did the same computed systems really create and hold sway over this place and the Homes?

The sissy was guided to a table outside one restaurant among many. She sat where she was told and watched a tall, thin waitress walk immediately over to take an order of drinks in a thick and exotic accent. The woman was wearing nothing at all besides a pair of clicking, black heels and a thin, ribbon choker of similar hue. Her patch of dark, curling pubic hair hovering nearly at Jesse's eye level and trimmed into a neat, little triangle. Yet she moved with a feline confidence that the nervous teen thought she could never feign to... even with all her clothes on. 'John' ordered three glasses of wine while his partner, who their rented sissy had finally found out was called 'Miranda', pawed over the electronic menus.

Perhaps to be expected… Jesse didn't recognise a single thing on the offered list. Half of them didn't even seem to be written in English. She was fairly confident most would just be variations on salad or pasta however… the algorithm would be trying to counteract that ice cream she'd had earlier. While it always provided a variety of dishes, there almost seemed a prideful malice in the way it tried to defend the body-type it had worked so hard to provide you with. Scheduled exercise routines would be considerably ramped up in those who tried to spoil themselves… so Jesse tended to try and avoid earning such ire.

Miranda, however, leaned over the femboy's shoulder and hissed at the frugal entries.

"Oh, how boring!" She exclaimed. "No, we can't have you wasting away like that… I'll order you something off my menu sweetpea."

Jesse didn't quite know how to react to that. "B-but, won't the algorithm-?"

"Oh, bother the silly thing dear! You have to be naughty sometimes. We'll just let it think I stuffed two whole meals into myself and then I'll tell Paolo to record double the number of sit ups in my session tomorrow morning… See: A woman can't let these machines get the better of her!"

She had dropped down to a conspiratory whisper for this last part… but Jesse didn't think the lady was actually worried at all about being overheard, even by the microphones in the slut-to-be's collar. The Home-raised teen had never even encountered such casual disregard for the rules they all lived by. It made her shiver with a nervous thrill. Was it really so easy for these people to just ignore the whole system?!

When the wine arrived, Jesse's hands were still trembling a little at all these new-found freedoms. She'd never had **** before… though she vaguely knew it existed. The ruby red liquid was somehow sweet and also tarter than anything she'd ever tasted. It seemed to cling to the back of her throat with a tingling, acidic sensation she was not so sure she liked. But she didn't stop sipping it anyway.

The meal was delicious, some sort of fish drenched in a rich and spicy sauce. The couple who had purchased her spent the entire time teasing and joking with their young escort. They both seemed genuinely interested in Jesse's life and trials and absolutely in love with each other and the world in general. Soon the teen sissy almost forgot she was a boy with 'Slut' still printed across her forehead, whored away from her journey home by these two strangers. It was as if, in this new and magical place, she was someone new herself. A naive but happy suburban princess perhaps, being spoiled by long-lost relatives. It was a dream she couldn’t help but grasp for… with the tingle of wine and spices upon her lips.