Station Z-Simma, Logan (XX)

Logan awoke with a start, then settled quickly as she realized that the rumble she felt was just a ship coming to rest in the nearby docking ring. She looked out the little window in her little bedroom; like always, she saw nothing but starfield and the distant glints of ships. It was morning, her clock told her.

She rolled out of bed and shuffled out the door to the cramped bathroom she shared with her guardians, Mellie and Trace. Well, not guardians anymore, I suppose, Logan mused. Now that she was a legal adult, they didn't have any control over her. "Landladies" doesn't really cover it, though. They'd raised her through her teen years, despite only being in their late thirties themselves. They were as close to a family as an orphan like Logan had.

When Logan reached the bathroom, she keyed the door panel, and it blinked red. Occupied. She sighed, and turned to walk away, but the door slid open, revealing Mellie, as naked as Logan was. "All yours," she said with a smile.

Logan entered, let the auto-shower do its thing, then stood in front of the mirror, pondering her look for the day. "Computer," she said, and the apartment computer chirped an acknowledgement. "Blue hair today. Uh, cyan." Machinery in the ceiling whirred, then a metal cap lowered onto Logan's head. When it raised moments later, her pixie cut had been transformed from its natural brown to a bright greenish-blue. "Dark eyeshadow - let's say #5 - and classic red lipstick." Other machines reached out from the walls, applied her makeup, and retracted.

Logan looked herself over to see if she was happy with her look. She was a bit of a chubby girl, with a tummy and thick thighs, but she'd never had any complaints. Her tits were big to match, adorned with matching gold bars piercing her nipples, and her ass was big, round, firm, and devoid of cellulite. At 5'4", she looked up at the majority of women she interacted with, but she knew that with her charisma and flair, she rarely came off as meek.

Satisfied, Logan left the bathroom and returned to her room for clothes. No need for much; this soon after graduation, Logan hadn't managed to find a job yet, so she was just going to be hanging out with friends later. So she picked a minimal black thong, a dark blue skater dress, and tan sandals with straps that criss-crossed up her calves to her knee.

In the kitchen, Trace was making breakfast - which mostly just meant guiding the computer through her preferences for the kitchen appliances. She wore a white crop-top of a loose, thin material that draped across her big tits, and a tiny pair of booty shorts that showed off the bulge of her cock and left most of her ass bare. She was more conservative than her wife.

"Morning, Logan," she said as the girl entered. "What do you and your friends have planned for today?"