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Amber had been right about the water temperature - Tyler was able to adjust it to his liking, anywhere between hair-raising cold to scalding hot and everything in between. Thank God for the gas mining operations on Saturn's moons! He played with the controls for a bit before stepping into the falling water of the showerhead. The first thing he noticed was how much water his new hair could absorb. He combed his fingers through his new auburn tresses, pulling the water drops through as he felt it, from the roots at his scalp to the tips below his shoulders. He had never had this much hair before, and his normal, male hair was so much thinner than this thick mop he now possessed. He wondered how much extra labor this new hair would need - washing, shampooing, drying, styling. The thought of it overwhelmed him for a moment. He extracted some shampoo from the dispenser on the tile wall and massaged it into his scalp, then went back to the dispenser for another dose as he found that the first batch wasn't enough to fully lather the full length down his neck and past his shoulders. Eventually, after two more applications of shampoo, his hair was frothy with foam all the way down to his tips. Tyler stepped into the water and let it fall directly onto his breasts, yet another new sensation that he wasn't prepared for. He dispensed two handfuls of soap and rubbed his breasts tantalizingly, enjoying the feeling of the water warming his new fleshy globes. His tiny, soap-slicked hands slid along the underside of his breasts, eliciting a pleasurable moan from Tyler's mouth. His thumbs moved in circles around his nipples as he sought for something to make himself feel better... and this was definitely making him feel better! If he was going to be stuck in this body for the foreseeable future, he might as well enjoy it to its fullest. The shower room door opened and Tyler stopped massaging his new mammaries. He concentrated on taking a proper shower, soaping up his whole body instead of just his bulging tits. He had to act normally, be normal, just a regular girl taking a shower... "Violet!" shouted a voice beyond Tyler's privacy curtain. It was Amber. "Don't stay in there too long now, darlin', or you'll start to prune!" "Okay," Tyler replied, trying not to sound annoyed. "I'm almost finished!" "Good to hear. Well, once you're decent, c'mon up to my dorm room. Up the stairs, to the left. It's room 2-D. You got all that?" "Got it!" Tyler said, rapidly soaping up his flat stomach, his bushy pubic hair, the inside of his thighs, and his slender, hairless arms. "Okay, sugar. Got your clothes hangin' up here in the dressing area. See you in a bit!" Tyler heard plastic clicking on metal - Amber putting clothes hangers on a hook, probably. Then the hallway door opened once again and shut a second later. Tyler was alone again. He scrubbed the last unwashed parts of his body and rinsed thoroughly. Grabbing a fresh towel out of the rack opposite the showerhead, he furiously rubbed his long, auburn hair dry and walked out into the dressing area. His old enemy the mirror was there still, and across from it was the outfit Amber had dropped off, hanging on the metal hook on the wall. Tyler looked at it and sighed. He wished he had asked for something specific when Amber had offered to get him something to wear. The hanger in front held a sleeveless red top with thick shoulder straps and a low neckline. Behind the top was a tube-shaped garment, black, slightly flared at the hem - a skirt. Amber was thoughtful enough to provide underwear along with the rest of the outfit, but the underwear was just more extremely feminine clothes that made Tyler wince slightly. A bra, lacy and red to match the top he'd wear with it, tagged with a label that displayed the size as 36D; and a pair of thong panties, thin and lacy, abbreviated and the same sexy red as the bra. Tyler reached for the underwear tentatively, part of him wanting to just get this over with, part of him genuinely curious what this clothing would feel like on his amazing new body. He took the panties in his hand first and couldn't believe how small and light they were. He was used to boxer shorts that covered most of his thighs, but this thong could barely cover anything at all. He held the fragile-looking panties open and stepped into them one leg at a time, then pulled them up over his knees, thighs, and finally his vagina and pubic hair. The straps on the side settled over his wide hips, and the lacy black triangle in front covered up his new privates, leaving a smooth profile below his navel. The strap in the back sneaked itself between his buttcheeks and settled in the crack there - an invasive feeling, perhaps, just like the feeling he got from burying his middle finger in his vagina earlier. Invasive, but not unpleasant. Tyler patted his thighs, ass, and groin just to make sure everything felt right. He continued to be surprised at his vanished, repurposed penis, even though the girl in the mirror had no right to possess one. He went for the bra next and recalled how his lovers back in Miami had put them on before. Placing the cups behind his back, he fastened the hook and eye closure along his chest, having to lean forward slightly in order to see the progress under his breasts. Once the closure was done up, he spun the bra around and lifted the cups until they brushed the underside of his tits, after which he placed his hands through the elastic straps and pulled them up to rest on his shoulders. Then he stood there, somewhat dumbfounded, acclimating to the sensations of the enticing feminine underwear encasing his new body. The bra straps were a bit uncomfortable, but he liked the way his breasts and nipples felt, caressed by the soft cups surrounding them. He checked himself out in the mirror. His hair looked frizzy and unkempt after the rough treatment he'd given it while drying it out, but the rest of his body looked even sexier than before. His lacy red underthings complimented the red tinge in his hair. The bra held his breasts steady, and it also lifted them, making them look perkier and fuller. The panties framed his high waist and smooth crotch enticingly, showing off plenty of skin while leaving the important bits to the imagination. Tyler had always liked the look of a woman wearing lingerie better than if she were fully nude, and his reflection in the mirror was another testament to that preference. Turning away from the mirror, he grabbed the red top from its hanger and pulled it over his head. The material was soft and form-hugging. It hung off his shoulders and wrapped around his chest, the fabric ending an inch above his belly button. Around his breasts, the top allowed Tyler's impressive cleavage to stay on display, with the tops of his breasts fully visible through the scooping neckline, while his bra was completely hidden. Having settled his top into place, he reached for the black skirt on the final hanger. He took the skirt into his hands and turned it around and around again, examining it, turning up his nose. Feminine underwear was one thing, but a skirt was a feminine garment of another kind. Underwear was meant to remain hidden, discreet... a skirt was visible for all the world to see, and would broadcast Tyler's new sex - and sex appeal! - to anyone who passed by. He sighed and brought down the zipper on the skirt's back, then gently placed his feet into it one at a time. It felt strange, holding his feet and ankles together as he put on his bottom garment. Everything Tyler had ever worn over his legs had a swatch of fabric between the legs, under his genitals, keeping everything separate. Other than the occasional bathrobe, Tyler had never worn anything that allowed him to keep his legs together, touching each other, rubbing against each other... Tyler shimmied the skirt up his long, hairless legs, keeping his knees together as he did so. The skirt came up over his thighs and above his panty line. He reached behind his back and pulled up the zipper, then tucked it away so it was hidden beneath the folds of the skirt's fabric. He placed his hands on the sides of the skirt and felt the fabric at his fingertips. It was smooth, tight around the waist but looser as it went down, flouncing slightly at the hem, which was suspended a couple inches above his knees. It felt almost indecent, the way his legs were on display, the way he could feel the humid air of the shower room wafting around his thighs. It almost felt like he was wearing nothing below his hips at all. He patted the skirt a couple times before reaching to the floor for the shoes Amber had left him - a pair of slingback sandals. Tyler sat on the tiny bench across from the mirror and put the sandals on one at a time, bringing his right leg up so he could get at the various straps and buckles. He caught his reflection in the mirror: here was a frizzy-haired girl in her early twenties, trying to put on a sandal, lifting her leg and giving the world a fantastic view of her lacy red panties. He lowered his leg immediately and snapped his knees together, warning himself not to do anything like that in the future. He certainly wasn't planning on wearing any more skirts once he was able to pick out his own clothing, but in the meantime he needed to keep his underthings covered up, out of sight, and not let his posture give anything away. Like a proper woman... He shook the thought out of his mind and finished up with his sandals. Ignoring the mirror, he snatched up his smartphone and opened the curtain into the main part of the shower room. He walked over to the big blue hallway door. His skirt swished and fluttered around his thighs as he moved, making him feel even more exposed to the world. The more he walked, the more he was reminded of what he was wearing, the new body parts that were underneath, how much of him the clothing covered, and how much it left available to the eyes of any observers. He was alone in here, but he could already feel the gazes of the more lecherous individuals of Saturn Beta. Men. He had been one himself, after all. He knew how they thought, what went through their minds when a gorgeous young woman walked by in a sleeveless, low-cut blouse and a short skirt. He had spent plenty of time in the sidewalk cafes of Miami Beach, watching the human scenery pass by. It had always been an enjoyable show. And now he was the show himself. Or he would be, soon, once he got out into the hallway. He took a deep breath and opened the blue door. ***** Out in the dormitory hall, Tyler navigated to the staircase, unable to ignore the swish-swish feeling of his skirt whispering around his thighs and he went. His top rode up from his waist, causing his navel and several inches of his midriff to constantly be exposed. He breasts bounced slightly with every step, too, despite being contained by the lacy bra and the form-fitting red tank top above. Tyler would usually take stairs two at a time, but he decided to go one step after the other in this situation. Skipping steps would have been difficult in this shorter, smaller body... and it might have flashed his panties, too. He followed what he remembered of Amber's instructions and arrived at room 2-D after climbing the rest of the stairs. He raise a hand and knocked on the door. Waiting for it to open, he heard someone behind the door rummaging around, stomping from one end of the room to the other, and finally opening the door. "Well," Amber said, flashing a big smile Tyler's way, "you clean up awfully nice, don't you? What do you think?" "What do you mean?" Tyler said, frowning. "I mean, what do you think of the outfit? I pulled it out of the wardrobe for you, thinkin' it'd look good on you. I got your measurements from the company dossier database. Hope you don't mind." "N... no, I don't mind," Tyler stammered. Company dossier database? It was strange that something like that would be made available to anyone other than the owner of the company, in this case Jackson. Tyler wondered what kind of information the database had on him, what kinds of details about his present state and the past life he left behind in Miami. He hoped it was just surface-level stuff. His new name, his new age, his new sex... and his new measurements. Why would his personnel file have his measurements in it? "Well, good. Glad you're not the easily-offended type. C'mon in, darlin'. Let's finish gettin' you sorted out." Amber held the door open for Tyler and he stepped through it. The inside of the room was surprisingly spacious, easily four or five times as large as the tiny stateroom he'd rented for himself at the Relax-n-Unpack on the 73rd floor. He took a few tentative steps along the carpeted floor and examined the room. There was a queen-sized bed on either side, a kitchenette, a large monitor hung on the wall, a small sliding door that Tyler guessed contained a bathroom, a round breakfast table with four wooden chairs around it, a three-seater sofa, a smattering of shelves and cabinets, and another one of those big bay windows looking out into the open. Right now the window showed only the vast blackness of empty space. "So, this is home," Amber said, singing the words as she talked. "Welcome to Saturn Beta! Not too bad, right? Good enough for a girl tryin' to find her place in the world." "Yeah," Tyler said, holding his smartphone in both hands, wrists resting against his black skirt. It really was a nice room. He'd much rather stay here than on the 73rd floor. "I'll make us some tea, and then we can sit and chit-chat for a while. How's that sound?" "Sounds fine to me." "Good. Well, go on and sit at the table there. I'm sure you're still tired from your flight. No need to stand around like you're waitin' for somethin' to happen." Tyler walked over to the breakfast table, placed his phone on it, and sat on one of the chairs. He chose one that let him face Amber, watching her as she whisked through the kitchenette. She really looked good in that purple dress. If Tyler had been his old self, and if his mind hadn't been so occupied with the stress of being in hiding (and being in a sexy young female body...), he definitely would have tried making a move on this blonde southern belle. He fidgeted in his seat, wishing circumstances were different. This was his life now, though. At least temporarily. A couple of minutes later, Amber finished the tea and poured it into two black coffee mugs. She brought them over to the table, placed them on a pair of coasters... and then she looked at Tyler with concern on her face and crossed her arms under her breasts. "What is it?" Tyler asked. "You're not used to being pretty and girly, are you?" "Um... I..." Tyler said, worried that his secret was out. Apparently there was a lot of background information on his company dossier. He held his breath and waited for Amber to get angry at him. "Listen, Violet," Amber said. She sat down on a chair next to Tyler, scooting it forward until their bare knees touched. "There's a lot of girls like you who come to Jackson for help. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Okay?" "Okay," Tyler said, confused. "I'm not ashamed. I mean, not really. It's not like I had a choice..." "You see how you're sittin', Violet?" Amber pointed at Tyler's skirt and the legs proceeding from the hem. Tyler hadn't realized this until now, but his legs had spread apart over the course of Amber making the tea, and his knees were now at least a foot and a half away from each other. The hem of his skirt had been lifted and stretched as a result, and he was once again accidentally flashing his panties to anyone who cared to take a look. "You grew up with short hair, wearin' pants all the time, didn't you?" Amber asked. Placing his hands over the gap between his thighs, Tyler gulped. "Yeah, I guess so..." "Yeah. I figured," Amber said, in a comforting, motherly voice. "We need to teach you how to be a proper lady, I think. Stand up." Amber took Tyler's hands and lifted. Tyler followed her moves. God, this was embarrassing. Here was Tyler, a man, transformed into a woman, wearing a midriff-exposing tank top and a short skirt, getting how-to-be-a-lady lessons from a blonde bombshell who knew everything about him. Tyler wanted to melt into a puddle and swim away. "Now, first thing," Amber said. "Somethin' you need to get good at is wearin' skirts. We gotta wear them all the time, what with the jobs we do around here. Short skirts, long skirts, medium skirts, all kinds of skirts. You can't just sit down like you're wearin' a pair of jeans. You gotta smooth 'em out behind you when you sit down, and you gotta keep your knees together. Okay? Watch what I do." Amber let go of Tyler's hands and put them behind her back. As she did this, she brought her legs together until her knees nearly touched. She then returned to a sitting position on her chair, holding the back side of the skirt on her purple dress as she sat. The hem rode up slightly as she descended, but she was able to maintain her posture. Her hands slid down the backs of her thighs, letting go of the dress's hem just as her behind touched the chair. Once settled, she smiled at Tyler and motioned at his chair. "Go ahead," she said. "You give it a try now." Tyler sighed a little and followed Amber's lead. He put his hands behind his skirt, brought his knees together, and sat down. On the first attempt, he sat on his hands and had to pry them out from under his ass, leading to yet more accidental panty-flashing and a few muffled giggles from Amber, who kept urging Tyler to try again. On the third try, Tyler sat without incident, letting go of his hem just in time to avoid sitting on his fingers again. Amber grinned at him, and he smiled right back at her, proud of what he had just accomplished. Proud... of learning how to sit while wearing a skirt. "There you go, darlin'," Amber said, passing Tyler a mug of tea. "See? You're a natural. That's the first part of all this. You'll learn how to do the rest eventually. Tuckin' your ankle behind your other ankle, crossin' your legs, all that good stuff. It'll come to you in time." "Yeah," Tyler said, wrapping his hands around the mug and bringing it up to his lips. "Thanks. Sorry for being all... weird. This whole situation is brand new to me." "Aw, don't worry about it. Happy to help. This kinda stuff is fun for me, and I'm used to it. Jackson usually puts me in charge of the girls like you." Tyler shuddered a little at being referred to as a girl. He decided to continue playing dumb - a useful brokering tactic he perfected back in his old life in Miami. "Girls like me?" "Sure. We get lots of your type, Violet. Grew up on a hydro farm, or a mining colony, somethin' like that. Always workin' away. Never really given the chance to act like a girl." Tyler placed the mug back on the table, amazed at his good luck. Amber didn't know anything about him, apart from his new measurements. She thought he was just an unrefined, unfeminine tomboy. She had no idea that he was actually a man. Jackson was still the only one who knew the full story. Relief washed over Tyler as he sipped his tea. "Yeah," Tyler said. "Yeah. Mining colony. On Mars, actually. Rough work." "Yeah, I figured," Amber said. "Never been to Mars, myself, but I hear it's not a very friendly place. Nowhere good for a pretty little thing like you to grow up. I don't blame you for flyin' away from that rock as fast as your arms could flap." Tyler chuckled, surprised at how cute his new laugh sounded. Amber started speaking again immediately: "So, Violet, did Jackson give you the full rundown of what we're about, here at Ringed Amusements?" Tyler swallowed his tea. "No, actually," he said. He looked down at his body briefly, checking to make sure his knees were still together. "I really don't know a whole lot of what goes on here. Jackson said she'd put me to work. Helping out with a convention that's coming up in a while. She didn't really say anything about what I'd be doing though." "Oh, you'll be doin' all kinds of crazy stuff," Amber said. "What Jackson does is, someone calls her up and says, hey, I need a certain number of girls to serve drinks at a party I'm havin' for some clients of mine. Or I need to do a big dinner shindig in one of these restaurants, and I want to make sure the waitresses are all real nice to look at. Or I'm gonna have a booth set up at the convention, so I need a big-boobied blonde to stand there in a tiny dress and have her talk to everyone about what I'm sellin' back on Earth. Does that make sense?" "I guess," Tyler said, not really liking the idea of it. "Modeling." "Modeling, bartending, you name it. We do all kinds of crazy stuff. Whatever the client wants, we try to make it happen... within reason, of course. Did Jackson tell you about rule #1?" Tyler shook his head. "No. She didn't tell me anything." "Ah, okay. Well, darlin', rule #1 is, you never have to do anything you don't want to do. You can turn down any job you don't feel right about. Usually what happens is, a client will call up Jackson and tell her what they need. Number of girls, what we'll be doin', hours we'll be workin', all that good stuff. Then Jackson rounds us all us girls and gives us the lowdown on the job. She tells us what we'll be getting paid, too... because sometimes, there's things you'd do for a thousand bucks that you wouldn't do for a hundred, right?" "Yeah, sure," Tyler said. He looked down again and saw that his knees had drifted away from each other a few inches. Hoping to nip the problem in the bud, he daintily lifted his left leg and crossed it over his right, smoothing the skirt over his thigh after the leg was settled. He couldn't help but notice the void between his legs... crossing his legs, knee-over- knee, used to be an awkward problem back when he still had a penis. Now it felt as natural and comfortable as any other sitting position. Amber noticed this movement. "There you go, Violet! See, you're figurin' it out already! Told you, you're a natural. You even smoothed your skirt and everything. We'll make a proper lady of out you yet!" She winked at him. Pulling a hand through his frizzy auburn hair, Tyler smiled back at her. "So, anyway, workin'," Amber continued. "It's almost like an auction, okay? If the client sets a price for us, but there aren't enough girls willing to do the job for that price, Jackson'll raise the rates until she has enough girls on board with it. Then she'll take the price back to the client, they'll say yes or no. Hopefully yes. And then we all do the work, and then we all get paid. Jackson takes a cut of the proceeds to keep the business runnin' and keep up the office and dormitory. Does that all make sense?" Tyler sipped his tea. "Yeah. I think so. So it's almost like we set our own price for our time. Jackson doesn't decide how much we get paid. We decide." "For the most part. You decide up until the point that one of the other girls undercuts you, because she's willing to work for cheaper than you are. Not always a bad thing. That's part of rule #1, see? You don't work a job if you don't want to, and if the client needs six girls but only five of us want to take the job, then the client either has to pay more in order to convince that sixth girl, or he has to take his business elsewhere. Simple as that." "Do you turn down jobs a lot?" "Me?" Amber said, placing a hand on top of her cleavage. "No, sugar, not often. I like the work a lot, plus I need the money. I'm savin' up for somethin' special." "What are you saving for?" Just then, there was a knock on the door. Amber and Tyler both turned to look. "Scuse me, darlin'," Amber said. She rose from the chair and skipped along the dorm room floor to the hallway door. Tyler watched her skirt swish around her thighs. He thought about what Amber had just described to him, what the business of Ringed Amusements was. Modeling, waitressing, other girly stuff like that... pretty typical stuff for conventions. He had crashed conventions in his past life in Miami, in order to get businessmen to trust him and spill their secrets after a few too many drinks. He'd made out like a literal bandit during some of those conventions, achieving login names, passwords, VPN credentials, social security numbers, hotel room keys, passport scans, plastic business cards with CEO's fingerprints and DNA all over them, and all kinds of other stuff that could be bartered for a high price to the right motivated buyer. And now that he was a woman... getting high-powered men to spill the beans to him might even be easier than it was before. He could easily start up his info brokering business again during his time here on Saturn Beta, assuming he could find a couple trustworthy associates to handle the buyers. That wouldn't be too hard. Saturn was the wild west, after all, and there was always a market for Tyler's services in a place as unregulated and relatively lawless as a distant orbital station. Amber looked through the peephole, squealed a little bit, and opened the door. She moved her head around the opening and looked out into the hallway, saying "Hey there, little miss sparkly-pants!" "Hey, you," a voice from the other side of the door said. The voice sounded familiar, though not too familiar. Tyler thought he might have heard it recently... "Well, c'mon in," Amber said to the new visitor in the hallway. "Meet the new girl. She just got here today. From Mars." "Ooh. Exotic," the visitor said. Tyler leaned forward to get a look at whoever Amber was talking to. His breasts rubbed against the tabletop, and one of them bumped into his mug of tea. "So, Violet," Amber said, opening the door the rest of the way. "This is Lola." Lola. That was the voice Tyler remembered. Lola walked into the room wearing the same thing she had worn when Tyler first encountered her, on the 48th floor foyer, when he was looking for spindle #7. Platinum-colored sports bra, matching hot pants, quadruple-pierced ears, and high stiletto heels. Her tanned midriff was completely bare, showing off every inch of skin from the middle of her rib cage to her hips. Her mammoth breasts hung heavily in the confines of her shimmering sports bra. She walked into the kitchenette, heel to toe, in a sexy gait that made her breasts wobble. She opened the refrigerator and bent over to see what was inside, giving Tyler a fantastic view of her tight, enticing ass, wrapped up in the slippery, shiny fabric of her hot pants. "Got anything to drink?" Lola asked. Amber crossed her arms. "Lola! Don't be rude. Introduce yourself." "You already did that for me. And I'm thirsty." "We're havin' tea. You're welcome to join us, if you're so inclined." "Maybe. Will it get the taste out of my mouth?" Tyler watched the two of them yammer back and forth for a moment, lost in thought. What a small world it was, here on Saturn Beta. He found it funny that a sweet, innocent girl like Amber would be friends with someone like Lola. Lola, whose business card Tyler had left in his room at the Relax-n- Unpack. Lola the hooker... It hit Tyler like a ton of bricks, when he finally came to the realization. Lola and Amber weren't just friends. They were coworkers. Ringed Amusements Company wasn't a modeling agency or a staffing company. It was a whorehouse. And Jackson's nanobots hadn't changed Tyler into a mere woman, waitress, booth babe... they had changed him into a prostitute. ***** "I have to go!" Tyler said, rocketing out of his chair and walking quickly across the carpet to the front door. The hem of his skirt swished around his thighs as he purposefully avoided Amber and Lola on his way to the dormitory hall. Soon he was out of the room, jogging down the hallway, back in the direction of Jackson's office... "Violet!" Amber called, joining him in the hallway. Bounding along behind him, Amber eventually reached out of grabbed Tyler's wrist, pulling him back toward her. Tyler tried to pull away or pull Amber along with him, but his new, weaker body wouldn't allow it. If Amber wasn't going to move, Tyler couldn't either. "Let go!" Tyler pleaded, shaking his wrist, futilely trying to free himself. He once again felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes. God, he had never cried this much back on Earth, when he was a man! Even when the situation with his info brokering business had become dangerous and difficult, he had never been compelled to crying. Why was he crying all the time, now? Had Jackson's nanobots done something to his emotions as well as his body? "Hey, whoa, darlin', slow down!" Amber said. She noticed the tears in Tyler's eyes and put on her most comforting, motherly voice. "Hey. It's all right, Violet. Everything's fine. What's wrong? Why'd you go stormin' out like that?" "I have to see Jackson," Tyler said, his feminine voice blubbery with sadness and rage. "I have to... She... I don't want to do this! There's no way! No way in hell!" "Do what, sweetie? What're you talkin' about?" "Do... this job! I know what's going on here! I know who Lola is! I saw her out in the foyer, near the elevators. I know exactly what she does. I know exactly what you all do here, Amber! I'm not stupid!" Amber looked deep into Tyler's eyes, took a big breath, and sighed. She let go of Tyler's wrist and put her hands on the sides of Tyler's bare, smooth shoulders. "Listen, darlin', just listen to me, okay? Remember when I told you about rule number one?" "Oh my God..." Tyler moaned. He looked to the side, not wanting to have eye contact with Amber at all, and crossed his arms... under his breasts. His breasts. The breasts Jackson had given him in order to make him more sexually appealing to potential clients. In order to make them want to fuck him with the new, tight pussy she had given him to replace his penis. And now Tyler really started to cry. He was so angry, so miserable about his current situation... but mostly upset at Jackson. What a disgusting woman, with her big talk about hiding him, giving him a disguise. She had this planned out all along. And her nanobots were still swimming around in Tyler's body, and who knew what other changes Jackson could program them to inflict on one of her victims? Tyler bit his lip and cried even harder than before. "Hey, hey," Amber said, massaging Tyler's bare upper arms. "Hush now, darlin'. You'll be just fine. You remember, Violet? Remember what I said about rule number one?" "You're all hookers," Tyler sniffled. "I don't want to be a hooker. I don't even want to be here. I don't even want to be a..." Leaning away from him, Amber gave Tyler a judgemental glare. "Hey, whoa, that's a harsh way of puttin' it, don't you think? Such a vulgar word. Hooker. That makes us sound like trashy skanks, walkin' around on the bad streets of Earth, leanin' into car windows askin' fellas if they're lookin' for a date." "I saw Lola out there," Tyler said, trying hard not to let Amber's motherly voice soften him up. "She was doing exactly that. Flirting. She flirted with m... with the men out there. She was handing out business cards." "Okay, okay," Amber said. "Okay. Let's talk this out." She pulled Tyler close to her, hugged him tight in her arms. Their breasts mashed together as Amber rested her chin on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler kept weeping into Amber's shoulder, wetting her dress with his tears. His emotions raged inside him as he tried fruitlessly to get it together... to man up. Something that was impossible for him now in every sense of the word. But the crying did help him feel better, and after several minutes of it he was finally able to regain his composure, pull away from Amber's hug, and look her in the eye. "Rule number one," Amber continued, "means you never do anything you don't wanna do. If Lola wants to go out to the elevators and hand out business cards, that's her business. That's how she makes her money. You don't have to do that. There's still plenty of work that needs bein' done around here that you don't need to spread your legs for." Tyler thought about it - spreading his legs. Laying on a bed, watching a customer - a man, another man - pull off his panties. Tyler pulling his knees apart, lifting up his skirt, exposing his new pussy to the open air and to the gaze of his client, waiting with staged excitement and lust as the client unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, throbbing meat... And for some inexplicable reason, the thought of this situation made Tyler's vagina tingly and warm. And it made the rest of him angrier than hell and sadder than a widow. "No way," Tyler said, to Amber. "No way will I ever do anything like that." "And I keep tellin' you, Violet, you don't have to. Plenty of other work to do. The waitressin' and bartendin' and all the convention work, that's real stuff that we do. Jackson's client base pays good money for it, and you get to keep a cut. Jackson sometimes even gives bonuses if she's really impressed with how much effort you put into it, or if one of the clients mentions you and says you did a great job. Okay?" Dabbing his wet eyes and cheeks with his fingers, Tyler nodded back at Amber. "Yeah. Okay." "Okay. Now, sure, you want to talk to Jackson about all this and make sure the two of you are on the same page. But she's off work right now. Rule number two is, you leave Jackson alone when she's not in the office. She doesn't want anyone botherin' her when she's gone for the day. And she puts in ten hour days, six days a week. Convention time comes around, maybe she's doin' twelve hour days for two weeks straight without a break, takin' naps under her desk when she can afford to. I've never seen her unless it was here at the office. None of us have her private contact info. That's on purpose. That's so she gets to have a life outside of workin' all the time." "Okay," Tyler said, frowning. "I guess that makes sense." He wiped away the remainder of his tears and folded his hands in front of his body, fingering the fabric of his skirt as he talked. "Are there any other rules? Anything else I need to know?" "Well," Amber said, ushering Tyler back down the hallway to their shared dorm room. "There's a few, yeah. One of 'em is, we need to get you a tablet. You've got your phone, and that's nice, but we do all the job postings with tablets. Jackson has a whole system set up. When a job comes up, Jackson sends it around to all the girls in the company. Then you get to decide if you want to work the job as-is, or if you want to be paid more, or whatever. Then Jackson books the job and that's that." "And she takes her percentage." "Yup. You got it. She gets some, we get some. Everyone's happy. Now let's see if that tea needs to be heated up again..." Amber opened the door to her dorm room. Lola was still there, sitting at the round table with her own mug of tea, which she raised up in a mocking toast when Amber and Tyler entered. Kicking her long legs over the table and resting her bare calves on top of it, Lola gave the two of them a fake smile and stared at Tyler as she began to speak. "Having regrets already, new girl?" Lola said. "It's a bit early for that. Most of the easily-spooked fresh meat tries it out for at least a few gangbangs before they run screaming into the night." "God almighty, Lola!" Amber said, gripping Tyler by the shoulders as if to protect him. "Can you try bein' nice for five lousy minutes? Violet's just a little scared, is all." Tyler put his arms across his bare, hairless midriff. Scared wasn't the right word for it. Angry, apprehensive, surprised... not scared, though. Being scared was something for people who couldn't handle themselves in difficult, unfamiliar situations. Tyler could. Tyler had been handling unfamiliar situations, strange people, and challenging circumstances for his entire career as an info broker. He could handle whatever this job - and this body - threw at him, so long as he could set the terms and stick to his guns. If Amber was right about rule #1, that wouldn't be a problem at all. "I'm fine," Tyler said, still not quite used to the feminine register of his new voice. "Yeah, you are," Lola said. She slid her shapely legs off the table, got to her feet, and sauntered over to Tyler and Amber on her silver stiletto heels. "You're fine as hell, Violet. Nice rack, good neckline, long legs, flawless skin. You're definitely fine. Nobody's arguing with that. The boys are gonna be all over you like fleas on a poodle." Amber tightened her grip on Tyler's shoulders. "Lola, I swear to God..." "Did I hear you right, out there in the hall?" Lola asking, dropping the timber of her voice to something more sultry and seductive. "Was Amber telling you about the rules around here? Here's one she probably didn't bother to mention: you gotta be confident. You gotta use the assets your mother gave you, or the assets Jackson gave you, whichever it might be in your case." Tyler glared at Lola as she approached him. When he met her out in the foyer upon first arriving on the 48th floor many hours ago, he never would have thought she was capable of being this much of a mean-spirited, icy bitch. He stood his ground, though, even as she came alongside him and started fingering the hem of his skirt, lifting it it up slowly, centimeter by centimeter. "You can get the hell on out of here, Lola," Amber said, "if you're gonna be like this to someone fresh off the boat." "It's okay," Tyler said, refusing to be intimidated by Lola, or by his new body, or by his job description here at Ringed Amusements. He swatted Lola's hand away as her finger pulled his skirt up to a height beyond the bounds of decency. Lola smirked at him and leaned in for a closer conversation. Tyler turned away from her. He could smell the light, sporty perfume on her as she spoke. "Act like you belong here, cupcake," she said. "Act like you want to be here, like you want to be serving drinks or serving food or... serving in other ways. Act like you own the place. It's the only way to survive this gig. And it's the only way you'll ever make enough money to pay Jackson back for whatever favor she's doing for you." Tyler rapidly turned his head back toward Lola. Oh, God... did she know what was going on here? Did she know the whole story? It had been easy enough to lie to Amber about the circumstances that placed him in this position, since she was a little bit ditzy and maybe a little too naive. Lola was clearly the more streetwise of the two. Maybe she saw something in the way Tyler walked, or talked, that allowed her to put two and two together. Maybe she knew that the twenty-something, nubile girl in front of her and the thirty-something, pudgy man searching for spindle number seven were the same person. Concern creased Tyler's face. "Oh, yeah. It's obvious," Lola continued. "You're not here because you want to be here. You're here to escape something, and Jackson gave you a means to do that. She gave you a place to say and a disguise." "Nuh-uh," Amber said. "Violet here hasn't had nothin' done to her body yet. This is what she usually looks like." "Bullshit," Lola said, as a wave of liar's guilt swept over Tyler. "Hmph. Well, that'll change soon enough. Wait until the jobs start getting weird, Violet. And they'll get weird in a hurry, trust me. You won't be prancing around in that fine little body of yours for much longer. I hope you're prepared for that. It's going to be a rough few months for you otherwise." She raised her mug, took one last swig, and handed it back to Amber. "Thanks for the tea." And then she was gone, just like that, out of Amber's door and into the hallway, clacking away on her silver stilettos. Amber let go of Tyler's shoulders and went back over to the round table, where she sat down and grabbed her own mug of tea. She sat in downcast silence for several moments before Tyler minced over to the table himself. He sat down, ladylike, smoothing his skirt, just like Amber had showed him earlier. "I'm sorry about that, Violet," Amber said, after a quick sip of tea. "She's an acquired taste. Not exactly the friendliest person I've ever met. I like her, most of the time. We're close. We've been through a lot together, Lola and me." Tyler put two hands around his own mug of tea. "It's okay. She doesn't scare me." "Lola's a lot more... forward about what she does here. Most of the other girls are at least a little bit reserved. But Lola's always out there by the elevators, flauntin' her stuff, tryin' to get jobs for herself." She gave Tyler a sympathetic glance. "Which you're more than welcome to do, by the way. Freelancin'. Just so long as you let Jackson know when you're off on a job, so she doesn't double-book you. And so she gets her cut." Tyler shook his head violently. "Won't happen. Not ever," he said, as forcefully as he could in his feminine voice. "I don't care how long it takes me to pay Jackson back. I'll just do the waitress and booth-babe stuff until my debt's cleared. I'm never doing that... other stuff." Amber smiled softly at him. "Oh, never say never, darlin'. You never know. Some job might come up that really appeals to your sensibilities. And even though she's a bit rough around the edges, Lola's right about most of what she was sayin'. You gotta be confident in this business. The shy, demure, delicate little girl act only takes you so far. You gotta get into it. Even if you stay away from all the hookin', you gotta do your job like you mean it. We have a reputation to maintain 'round here." "What reputation?" "We're high-class," Amber said. She lowered her mug and looked Tyler in the eyes. "Everything we do. That's not a rule, but it's definitely a rule. Does that make sense? Jackson charges a lot of money for our services. We get paid a lot of money. More than most of the poor folks who live out here on Saturn Beta, that's for sure. Jackson's marketed Ringed Amusements as a luxury item, back on the inner planets. Betcha you'd never heard of the company before you started workin' here." "No," Tyler said, fiddling with the hem of his skirt. "No. I hadn't." "Well, that's intentional. Jackson has a rapport going with heavy hitters on Earth, Mars, the Moon... she's interested in landing rich clients, huge companies, big spenders. She's not into the small fry. Margin's aren't high enough, somethin' like that. That's why these conventions are so important to her. We do a good job with these gigs, we stay enthusiastic and confident in what we're doing, we make sure everyone's having a good time, it raises the reputation of the company. Means we get more repeat business, more demand from new rich clients who've gotten the word of mouth from their rich friends, then Jackson can raise her prices, then we can keep on spiralin' upwards until we're all rollin' in cash and cars." Amber took a deep breath and looked dreamily out the window at the rear of the dorm room. There was one of Saturn's moons in view now, but Tyler wasn't sure which one. "That's the dream, anyway. That's the kind of reputation Jackson wants us to have. You can get booth babes and waitresses anywhere on the station, Violet. You can get the more... intimate services, too, no problem. But Ringed Amusements is the only place on Beta where you can get everything high-class, service with a smile, and... customized." Placing his mug on the table, Tyler gave Amber an odd look. "Customized?" "Yeah. You'll see what I mean, eventually." She slapped her hands against the tabletop. "Well, I dunno, about you, Violet, but I've had just about enough of the real world for one day. What say you and me call it quits and head to bed?" Tyler found himself yawning at the mere mention of sleep. It had been the craziest day of his life, that's for sure. Sleep sounded appealing. He nodded at Amber and the two of them returned the mugs to the kitchenette sink. Amber brought Tyler over to a chest of drawers, which she rifled through in order to find sleeping attire for herself and Tyler. Tyler focused on what he thought to be the least-girly items available to him: a bright yellow satin camisole with matching yellow satin tap pants, both of which had black lace detailing around the edges. The fabric on them was filmy and practically weightless, and he knew the final product would definitely be alluring and feminine when he put them on, but the only alternatives were a powder blue baby doll and a see-through black chemise. Amber noticed Tyler's discomfort with having to pick between sexy, sexier, and sexiest. "Don't worry, darlin', you take your time," she said. "No need to go jumpin' in head-first to all this girly stuff. And don't be bashful about borrowin' my stuff until you get used to bein' here. I'll take you over to the wardrobe when we get up. We'll get you some of your own stuff then. Assumin' we have time before the work starts tomorrow." "What's happening tomorrow?" Tyler said, taking the camisole and tap pants out of the drawer and holding them up to his body. It was a ridiculous outfit for him to be wearing... not much more ridiculous than the tank top and skirt with exposed midriff that he currently had on, though. He tried not to think about it too hard. Taking the powder blue baby doll out of the drawer, Amber turned away from Tyler to undress. "First job of the convention rush. These big corporations, they send out some of their guys ahead of time to scope the place out, make dinner reservations, things like that. Jackson got a bead on some of them from all kinds of different companies. So we're gonna do some entertainment for 'em tomorrow." "Entertainment?" Tyler asked. Amber was pulling down the zipper on her dress and shrugging her shoulders to slip out of it. Tyler's face flushed at the view of her long blonde tresses spilling over her back, covering her bra strap. God, how he wanted to reach out and ravage this gorgeous woman before him. Any other time, his infatuation would have stirred his loins and called his penis to attention at the sight of a hot chick in a state of undress. His mind and heart were plenty excited at the prospect, but his body just couldn't respond likewise anymore. And there was something else, something intangible that made this whole situation less arousing. It was a new thing for Tyler, to see a woman undressing without a passionate romp in the sheets being next on the schedule. Amber was merely treating this scene as two girls getting ready for bed. There was nothing erotically motivated about what was happening here, nothing suggestive... still, for as ladylike and proper as Amber presented herself, she was sure being a bit immodest about undressing herself with other people in the room, but she must have just felt comfortable with Tyler's presence. Apprehensively, and not wanting to make things weirder than they already were, Tyler followed Amber's lead, reaching behind his back and pulling the zipper on his own skirt. The fabric loosened around his waist and slipped off his hips, puddling around his sandaled feet. He then lifted the tank top up and over his breasts, which bounced lightly a couple times before settling down inside his lacy red bra. Thusly he stood in the sleeping area of Amber's dorm room, clad only in his frilly underthings, as Amber stepped out of her purple dress and went around to her closet to hang it up. And now it was two girls in the room, both in their underwear... all of Tyler's lesbian-related sexual fantasies bubbled up in the back of his mind. Plenty of porn videos had started out this way - two girl friends, getting ready for bed, and maybe one of them has had a bit too much to drink... "What're you starin' at, Violet?" Amber asked, placing her hands on her curvy hips in mock scolding. Tyler snapped back to the present. "Uh... nothing. Sorry. It's just... you're... you're just really beautiful, is all." Smiling, Amber sauntered toward Tyler, her long legs and sexy hips perfectly framing the thin triangle of purple lace that covered her genitals. "Why, thank you, sugar, that's very nice of you to say. And you're pretty too, okay? I know you're not used to hearin' that from anyone back home at the minin' colony on Mars, but it's time for you to get used to the way things are. I'm gonna change you. Change the way you feel about yourself. Okay? Time to stop keepin' yourself bottled up and shy and... scared. I know you say you're not scared, but I can tell that you are, at least a little bit. You can be scared about the job, if you want. That's fine. But don't ever be scared of yourself." "I'm not," Tyler said, looking deep into Amber's kind eyes, feeling like he could be almost entirely honest with her. "I'm okay. I'm just... I'm not used to looking like this or wearing skirts and bras and everything. I'm used to getting the job done. I've never been asked to... dress like this. Or look... like a girl. This is all brand new to me." Tyler shrugged and smiled a bit. Everything he just said was completely true, even if he was leaving some of the more major details out. Amber seemed to appreciate the honestly and pulled Tyler in for a gentle, comforting hug. Tyler hugged her back. Their lace-covered breasts rubbed against each other, their smooth midriffs touched, their thighs moved softly together... Amber breathed warm air onto Tyler's neck as she rested her head on his shoulder. Tyler's heart raced. He had already become so attached to Amber, over their very brief relationship, and he couldn't help but feel sexually attracted to her in this moment. The skin-to-skin feeling gave Tyler an erotic thrill through his heart, breasts, and pussy that he couldn't ignore, even though he no longer had the necessary equipment to do anything about it, and even though Amber most certainly wasn't trying to come on to him. This was just the ministrations of a touchy-feely personality who wanted to make Tyler feel welcome in his new life. There was nothing sexual about Amber's actions toward him. Tyler recognized this, and it made him incredibly depressed. "Don't worry about nothin', Violet," Amber said, stroking Tyler's wavy auburn hair, the unfamiliar sensation causing him to become more excited and more sad at once. "We'll get you up to speed. We'll make you feel good about yourself. C'mon, now, let's finish up and get some shut-eye. It'll be good for the both of us." Tyler followed orders, hoping that hopping into bed would help his emotions simmer down some. He reached behind his back and undid the bra closure. Lifting the bra away from his body, his breasts hung low and heavy, and he felt the whisper of cool recycled air across his exposed nipples. He slipped the yellow camisole over his head. The fabric dangled off his shoulders by a pair of spaghetti straps, and his breasts rested in the triangular cups above the high waist. He slid the tap pants up next, finding that they left even more of his shapely legs exposed than the skirt did. He examined himself in a small mirror on the wall. "I look like a bumblebee," Tyler said, referring to the yellow satin accented by black lace that now encased his torso and upper thighs. Amber laughed at the remark as she slipped into her powder blue baby doll. "No, darlin'. You look adorable. C'mon, now, let's tuck in. I'm sleepin' over here, you're over there. The sheets were just washed so don't worry about havin' any bed bugs bitin' you in the middle of the night." Tyler looked at the queen-sized bed on the right side of the room, opposite Amber's on the left side. It looked comfortable, bigger than the one at the Relax-n-Unpack, and very inviting. He pulled the comforter back, slid between the bedsheets, rested his head on the pillow and his back on the mattress, and stared up at the ceiling. He took a deep, cleansing breath, and his new breasts rose and fell. What a day. "G'night, Violet," Amber said, nearly singing the words. She pressed a button above her headboard and all the lights in the dorm room extinguished. The only light in the room came from the window, where one of Saturn's moons dimly reflected the distant sun. "Night, Amber. And thanks for everything," Tyler said. He meant it. The day had been challenging enough, and it would have been even worse if he didn't have a friendly face alongside him to help. He was glad to know Amber, glad to be her roommate, even though he knew their relationship would never evolve past just being close friends. Not until he got back into his old body, anyway. He started dozing while thinking about how long it would take to earn his way out of Jackson's debt.