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Tyler gave himself a long, hard look in the mirror before he went any further. He saw the sweat-streaked makeup, the frazzled but glamorous updo with its exquisite hairpins suspended inside, the platinum and diamonds hanging from his ears and neck, the skin of his exposed shoulders and tops of his D-cup tits, the tightly-fitting bodice hugging him from breasts to waist... he saw all of this, and it somehow startled him. He still didn't want to admit that Violet Taylor's body was the one he wore, the one he had been made to feel at home in over the past few days. And he didn't want to admit how much of the past few days he had enjoyed. "It's fine," Tyler whispered to the lovely reflection in the mirror. "You're fine. It's okay. We..." He stopped himself before he could fully say what he was about to say. It was something Connie had said last night. Fran had repeated it today during the shopping trip at Incantevole. And now Tyler was going to repeat it to himself: "We like what we like," he said, at last, as if resigning himself to the implications that the phrase carried for him. Tyler liked what he liked... and right now, he liked the idea of jumping on Connie's hard, thick, nano-designed cock and riding himself to another series of rapturous feminine orgasms. There was no point in being ashamed of it, or being disgusted in himself. Humans were hard-coded to enjoy things and to want more of the things they enjoyed most. Every other living thing was the same way. Tyler wasn't different or special. He peeled himself away from the bathroom mirror and reached to his side, where he undid the evening gown's zip and brought it low until it was below his hips. The gown puddled around his four-inch heels, which he stepped out of. He sighed at the feeling of cold bathroom tile on his bare, flat feet. It felt nice. Not that it pained him to wear the shoes - Jackson had designed all her girls' feet and ankles to not be negatively affected by high heels, after all - but it was nice to sometimes get out of them nonetheless. Tyler lifted the gown off the ground and hung it on a hanger next to the door. He stood there in his lacy black panties and looked at himself in the mirror again, deciding that he might as well take the rest of the formal finery off as well. He eased the long platinum pins out of his hair first, then extracted the dozens of bobby pins that Pierre had applied, letting his auburn tresses hang down beyond his shoulders like usual. Then he took out his crescent-shaped earrings and laid them carefully on the countertop next to the pins. Lastly, he reached behind his neck and undid the catch on the back of the choker, exposing his neck to open air for the first time in several hours. He looked at himself again. God, the differences between being nearly naked and being trussed up in women's formalwear were so pointed that Tyler couldn't help but take notice at how different his entire body felt. Now that he was out of the torso-hugging gown, the choker that had wrapped snugly around his neck, the heels that had propped him several inches higher off the ground, and all the hardware that had been suspended in his hair... well, he felt like almost a new person entirely. More relaxed and at home, less modeled and on-stage. He loved both, if he was being honest with himself. It was nice to be out of public view and free from the constraints of the gown and heels and the rest of it... but, man oh man, there was something so exciting, so fulfilling about being dressed so formally, so tightly, so heavily, so devastatingly. The glamour of it all had as much of an effect on Tyler as it did on the people who watched him walk by, or sat with him in the box at the symphony, or stared at him during the dinner at the bistro... or fucked him from behind. Tyler's mind returned to the present: he needed to finish up in here and get back to Connie, who was still sitting there on the love seat, probably squirming with anticipation. Tyler centered himself and dug into the suitcase he had brought into the bathroom. He took out the sheer black babydoll that he had picked out during his trip to the wardrobe earlier today. Was that today, when he was in the wardrobe? So much had happened since then that it felt like it had been a week or more since he'd gone to the 5th floor, strode past the workmen in the printing press, unexpectedly run into Zoe, and selected this filmy piece of lingerie for himself. He remembered better, now - that moment in the wardrobe was when he saw Zoe's navel piercing, and when he had become curious about getting his own... His attention shifted away from the babydoll in his right hand, and he looked in the mirror again, at the reflection of his full body. He gazed at his tummy, and his navel piercing there, which he had all but forgotten about since Connie had revealed her little surprise to him about an hour ago. Speaking of surprises... he remembered how excited it had made him when he thought about showing his piercing to Connie for the first time. He fingered over the pink spinel at the top of the piercing, marking where the hole had been made, then traced down to the three other spinels that dangled from thin gold chains. He smiled at the look of it and the way it made him feel. Sexy as hell, somewhat risque, a tiny bit glamorous. He loved the piercing more and more, the more he thought about it and the more he touched it. It had been a good decision, albeit slightly weird and definitely not something he would have done in his previous life in Miami. But this wasn't Miami. This was Saturn Beta, dammit, where normal people did crazy shit while on vacation from their normal, humdrum lives. So Tyler turned his attention once more to the filmy black babydoll in his right hand, slid it over his nubile young body, settled the straps on his shoulders and the lightly-padded cups under his breasts, and looked at himself in the mirror. The babydoll was very flattering on his body. The hem ended just an inch below his flat crotch, and the sheer material allowed Tyler to see right through the garment as he examined himself. Once he was satisfied that Connie would be able to see his navel piercing, he gave himself a quick twirl, put on a big smile, and opened the bathroom door. ***** Connie had risen from the love seat while Tyler had been in the bathroom. She was over at the counter now, addressing the coffee maker, holding a squat white mug in one hand and a tiny stirring straw in the other. Tyler stood in the doorway and waited patiently for Connie to notice him. Eventually she turned to look, and she stopped stirring her coffee. "Wow," Connie said, placing the mug on the countertop and staring at the buxom, long-legged goddess before her. "You look amazing, Violet." "Thank you," Tyler said. He padded across the carpeted floor of his hotel room, toward Connie, his legs completely exposed to open air under the short hem of the babydoll. "I see you had a little bit of work done today, too," Connie said, pointing a finger at the navel piercing. "Yeah," Tyler said, fingering his piercing under the babydoll's thin mesh fabric. "After I finished shopping. There's a jewelry store out there in the foyer, between the hotel and the symphony hall." "I like it. It's a very dramatic change." Tyler smirked. "Not as dramatic as some of the other changes that have happened today." Connie smirked right back and cocked her head. "Why, Violet, I can't imagine what you mean." "I'm sure you can't," Tyler said. He took the last couple of steps toward his lover and planted a long, sensual kiss on her lips. Connie broke it off after a minute and placed her hands on Tyler's waist, then traced her fingers along the filmy babydoll, eventually resting on his navel. She then traced the length of the babydoll downward, to the abbreviated hem, and guided her hands underneath. Her fingers touched the flawless skin of Tyler's flat tummy and flicked the spinels hanging from the gold chains of his piercing. Tyler breathed heavily at the feeling of Connie's hands under his lingerie. "Very nice," Connie whispered. Then she drew back half a step, looked down at her own dress, and shifted in minor discomfort. Tyler knew that look, both from personal experience and from Connie's odd expressions from earlier tonight. Connie's new equipment was... adjusting. He took a step forward, closing the distance Connie had created a moment ago; and, against the last vestiges of his male ego, brought a hand to Connie's new crotch. He felt the hardness under her gown, the length, the girth. Touching it again, even through several layers of delicate fabric, caused his own nether regions to warm with anticipation. He didn't just want to feel Connie's cock in his hands, under her clothing. He wanted to feel it inside himself... and he gave Connie a seductive, hungry look that made her understand exactly what he wanted. While Tyler kept his hand on Connie's penis, Connie brought both of her own hands behind her neck and worked her zipper down. She then lifted the gown's spaghetti straps off her shoulders and allowed the ensemble to fall to the floor, exposing her breasts to Tyler... as well as exposing her raging erection, which had fully escaped the confines of her pink panties and was rearing to go. Tyler, who had established control of the situation long ago, took it upon himself to grasp Connie's elbow and guide her over to the bed in the center of the room. He placed her on the bed and urged her to move up, up, up all the way until her head was on the pillow. Then he pulled her pink panties down the rest of the way, letting Connie's penis completely free, before hooking his thumbs into his own panties and taking them off. As Connie lay there, slightly gobsmacked at Tyler's forward behavior, Tyler crawled on all fours across the bed's comforter until he had straddled Connie from above. He looked down at the cock once more, and Connie looked at it too, as if both parties were thrilled to see that it was still there, still behaving, still as hard as a flagpole. Tyler tentatively brought his hand up to the penis, and he slowly wrapped his pink-painted fingers around it, willingly grasping a dick other than his own, skin to skin, for the first time. He placed his pussy over the head of Connie's cock, lowered himself until his outer folds brushed against the pre-slicked tip, and gave Connie a serious look. "Beg for it," he said in his most sultry, authoritative voice. It felt strange, being the dominant one in this relationship, especially while wearing a wispy black babydoll and holding a woman's cock in his hand. Everything about this was strange... and yet everything about it made sense, in that weird Saturn Beta way. "Oh, God," Connie gasped, arching her back so the tip of her penis plunged ever so slightly between Tyler's labia. Tyler edged upward, away from the cock, managing to keep control of the proceedings... and keep control of his own libido. He wanted this as badly as Connie did. He just wanted her to admit it, out loud, the way she had made him admit it back in her suite an hour ago. He wanted to be the one in control, despite the fact that he was currently the more feminine one in the relationship. "Beg," Tyler repeated. Briefly, a vision of Lola flashed through his head. Lola, the bitchy one at Ringed Amusements, who always seemed to be hanging around the foyer of the 48th floor while wearing a silvery sports bra and hot pants set, waiting for a john to come along and pick her up. He could see Lola's whoring sessions going something like this, where she treated her paying customers as though she was the one in charge, she was the client, she was the one paying for it. Some guys were into that. Tyler wasn't sure what he was into, himself, but he certainly liked the effect this new attitude was having on Connie... and on her penis, which had begun to twitch with the first stirrings of orgasm. "Please. Please, Violet. I'm begging you. I'm dying. Come on," she moaned. "You're dying?" Tyler asked, looking at her sideways. "Huh. Like that 'le petit mort' thing you were talking about yesterday?" "Please, Violet..." Satisfied at last, Tyler allowed Connie's tip to pierce into his cunt, which elicited a slight gasp from both parties. Slowly, slowly, Tyler impaled himself further on the hardon until he had fully engulfed it in his feminine depths. Connie grunted again, relieved to finally be inside her lover again, and placed her hands on Tyler's hips, as if preparing to shoot her seed inside and wanting to be buried as deep as possible when it happened. Tyler had used that move himself many times, back in Miami... but he wasn't about to let Connie do that just yet. He looked deep into Connie's eyes and gave her one more demand. "Don't come," he said. "Not until I've had a little fun with you first." "Violet, god... I can't... it's not up to me," she whined, gripping Tyler's hips tighter. "It has a mind of its own. I can't stop it once it gets going. You don't understand. There's nothing I can do." "I do understand," Tyler countered, leaning forward a bit and bringing Connie's cock with him. "And there is something you can do. Think about baseball." Connie laughed a little. "Baseball? Why on earth would I think about baseball?" "It's an old trick. To keep you from coming too quickly." Connie looked up at Tyler with confusion and desperation in her eyes. Tyler looked back with severe, honest eyes, urging Connie to trust him. He had employed the think-about-baseball strategy many times back when he still had a dick of his own. He knew what he was talking about, and Connie sensed it. She loosened her grip on Tyler's hips. "Okay?" Tyler said, adjusting the thin straps on his babydoll as his inner vaginal muscles twitched around Connie's hard rod. Connie nodded weakly. "Okay," she said. "Baseball." Tyler smiled, satisfied, and watched as Connie shifted her gaze to the ceiling, which she stared at as if deep in thought. Tyler propped himself up a few inches until only the tip of Connie's dong was inside him, then descended again, slowly and sensually, wanting to help Connie last as long as possible. He rose and fell, rose and fell, rhythmically and without urgency, enjoying the full feeling Connie's dick was giving him. He felt the inside of his cunt getting more slippery as the cowgirl-style sex continued... he felt his pleasure increasing while Connie's cock remained constantly hard. "Baseball," she mouthed dumbly, still looking at the ceiling. Tyler had begun to moan with the sensations of approaching climax, though he knew it was still a long way off and would require a few more minutes of work... or another source of stimulation. He reached down and lightly grasped Connie's hands, then brought them up to his breasts, placing Connie's warm palms against the sheer material of his babydoll. He loved the feeling of the lingerie against his nipples, and he loved it even more when Connie's hands gripped his mammaries through the sheer satin. She massaged his tits obediently as he continued riding her hard, bulbous cock, edging himself closer and closer to release while Connie tried to hold off her own orgasm. As the pleasure increased for Tyler, he knew the frustration was increasing likewise for Connie, whose newly-supplied organ was designed by evolution to spurt forth, not be held back. Tyler might have taken pity on her if he hadn't been enjoying himself so much. Riding a hard cock from above, while having his breasts massaged, while wearing a sleek little wisp of lingerie, while forcing his lover to temper her own climax until he had his... it gave him more pleasure than just about anything he'd experienced on the station so far. He felt true power mixed in with his artificial femininity, and it intoxicated him. A moment later, the full-body wave of oncoming release hit Tyler at full force, and he took Connie's head in his hands and stared at her with wide, seductive eyes. "Now," he commanded, and Connie departed her baseball-induced stupor and rejoined Tyler in the wild west. She looked at Tyler's large breasts and the hands that encircled them, scarcely remembering that those hands were hers. Then she squeezed hard, and groaned, and lifted her hips as much as Tyler's weight would allow, plunging her cock into his pussy a fraction of an inch further than it had been before. Tyler gasped girlishly as his tits were mashed and his cervix poked, and both his and Connie's bodies shuddered with glorious, rapturous orgasm. They shrieked and grunted in tandem as Tyler's inner muscles clenched the cock inside him, as Connie's manhood pumped a fresh load of seed. It was all over a few seconds later. Collapsing forward onto Connie's body, Tyler panted in the afterglow of fantastic, passionate sex. Connie breathed heavily alongside him as her cock flexed and softened. The two lovers closed their eyes, enjoying the heat of eachother's bodies, inside and out. Tyler experienced a twinge of loss when Connie's dick finally popped out from between his folds. He rolled off her with eyes still closed, placing one hand on his pierced navel and rubbing Connie's leg with his other. They just lay like that and listened to each other breathe for several minutes while Connie's spunk trickled out of Tyler's opening. There wasn't much of it - this load was smaller than her first, by a wide margin - but it was still there, and Tyler felt it puddling, and it made him smile with an odd sense of accomplishment. As if waking from a long sleep, Connie's eyes opened suddenly. Tyler turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "Violet," she said, able to talk normally after her rest. She took Tyler's hand in hers and rubbed his palm with her thumb. "Hi," Tyler replied, grinning. "Did you enjoy that?" Connie kept staring at the ceiling, shook her head, and said, "I don't know a single goddamn thing about baseball." ***** Tyler awoke to the smell of coffee - old, tepid coffee, leftover from the previous night, when he had started the automatic brewer because he thought it was the appropriate thing to do. That's what you did, if you were the girl and your date walked you home after an enjoyable night of dinner and a show. You invited him in for coffee. Her. You invited HER in for coffee. Connie was still female, despite the extra appendage dangling between her legs. Just like Tyler was still male, despite... well, despite everything that had happened over the last several days here on Saturn Beta. He lifted his back from the bed and dangled his long, nude legs over the edge. A tiny translucent white streak had formed and dried on the inside of his legs, just below the opening to his vagina. Connie's cum from the night before. Three days ago, he would have looked on it with disgust and horror. Now, though, he squinted at it with a mix of fascination and minor annoyance. He'd need to scrub that off. Truth be told, he needed a head-to-toe shower after the night he had. He'd wait for Connie to wake up before he fired up the shower, though. No need in moving the morning along too quickly... not on Connie's last day on Saturn Beta. He wanted to let her sleep, to make this date last as long as possible. Tyler looked out the big window across from the bed. Space was black as ever, and there was no sign of any planet, moon, dust, rings... just black, with a few stars in the deep distance. Tyler rose off the bed entirely and walked over to the window as the hem of his short babydoll flicked against his upper thighs. He folded his arms under his heaving breasts, leaned against the window, looked out into the void, and lost himself in thought. There was an awkward conversation with Jackson on the horizon, he knew. One that would go something like this - oh, hello, Mr. Hillman. How was your evening with the lovely Miss Giordano? Did you enjoy yourself? Did she show you that little addition of hers, the one I nanosurgically provided for her while you were off shopping for dresses and strappy, sparkly shoes? Did she try to slip it into you? Did you have to invoke rule number one? "No way," Tyler muttered, shaking his head. No way would Jackson make that much of a production out of this... no way would she try to make Tyler feel self-conscious about what did or didn't happen between himself and his newly-equipped lover after their visit to the symphony. No way. Jackson was way too classy, business-minded, disciplined, and ultimately protective of her employees. Yes, maybe she had tricked Tyler into his current body and all the predicaments that came with it, but she had been remarkably professional in every way ever since. She was not the type to crack jokes, or even crack a smile. She had put Tyler in his place once or twice, sure... but she had never, over the course of their brief working relationship, made him feel awkward or ashamed. She was interested first and foremost in the profitability of her company and the wellbeing of her workforce. Everything else was just a distraction. So, again, no way would Jackson make a mockery of what she had done with Connie and what Connie had done with it in the context of her big date with the demure and inexperienced Violet Taylor. There was a chance the subject would never come up again. Tyler could certainly live with that. Connie moaned briefly in her sleep and rolled over onto her side, taking the majority of the bed covers with her as she moved. Tyler looked upon her with a thin smile on his face and wondered about her. Connie definitely had a busy, full life in New York, even if her posh lifestyle was so far removed from the average Joes and Janes of the city. He wondered what her home in New York looked like, how big it was, what kinds of fancy things she had inside it. He wondered if she owned another place in the area, a getaway upstate that she could retreat to when life in the Big Apple got to be too much. He imagined she had the money for that, considering she had the money to book multiple luxurious accommodations at Pyramid Suites without thinking twice about the cost. Then he wondered about something else - how much she paid Jackson to have those nanobots introduced to her body, and how much more she paid to have the work done on her private parts. That couldn't have been cheap. It got Tyler wondering if Jackson had floated the possibility of getting a side-business going in addition to her usual Ringed Amusements responsibilities. Certainly there had to be a market for people who wanted a little body work done on themselves during their vacation out here in the wild west. Jackson would happily capitalize on that. She'd probably even invent a cute term for it, too... "Nanotourism," Tyler said under his breath, grinning at his cleverness. Good word. He'd have to run that by Jackson sometime. Maybe she'd lower his debt for having such a profitable idea. Connie moaned once more, turned over in bed, and fluttered her eyes open. She saw Tyler standing there next to the window in his sheer lingerie, looked around the room a bit, and returned to Tyler once more. "We fell asleep," she said, yawning and blinking her eyes. "Looks like we did," Tyler said. He left the window and came back over to the bed, hopping atop it and sneaking his bare feet underneath the sheets. "I guess we were pretty tired." "I can't imagine why," Connie joked. "What time is it?" Tyler looked around the room and found an analog clock on the far wall. "Nine or so. We slept in." "Hmm. My rocket leaves at half past eleven." She flung the sheets off her completely nude body. "I supposed I should get myself ready to..." She looked down at herself and saw the same thing Tyler did: a penis between her legs, though it was much smaller than either of them remembered. Every aspect of it had shrunk dramatically - tip, shaft, and the scrotum below. It was now maybe a quarter of the size it had been last night when Tyler and Connie had twice taken full advantage of it. "Hmm," Connie said. She brought a hand to her crotch and fingered the glans. "Well, I guess I should have expected this." "Expected what?" Tyler asked. Connie propped herself up on her elbows and spread her legs wide, still staring at the minimized male equipment between her legs. "This," she said, grabbing the full package and giving it a couple shakes. "The nanobots are set on a timer. Jackson told me as much." "Ah," Tyler said. He remembered back to his own transformation, which had taken the better part of a day. "When I was in her office, having the nanobots... drained into me, I guess you'd call it... Jackson told me how this was going to work. They would swim around in my body for a while, getting used to their chemical surroundings, then they would get to work on making our little friend down there." She ran a finger over her penis once more. "Then the process would start reversing itself beginning at eight-thirty this morning and would be finished by ten. Jackson's true to her word, I see." "She usually is," Tyler said, sliding his babydoll-covered torso back under the bedsheets. "She's straightforward about everything. She's not always completely forthcoming with every single piece of information, though..." "Oh, come on now, Violet. You can't possibly be bitter about me sneaking up on you last night. You told me yourself you enjoyed it. And then you took matters into your own hands for round two after we got back to your room." Tyler frowned. "No, no. I'm not talking about that," he said, nodding at Connie's junk. "I meant me." Tyler caught himself becoming uncomfortably honest again. Connie certainly had that effect on him... especially when it came to getting him to admit his enjoyment of the feminine side of life here on the station. But now he was being honest about something else entirely. Connie sunk into the bed once more. "Meaning what?" she asked. Tyler took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, decided on how much of his feelings and history to divulge, and began speaking. "I didn't know what I was getting into, when I signed on with Ringed Amusements. I thought it was just going to be a way to hide out from some people who I didn't want finding me." "People back on Mars," Connie said. "Yeah," Tyler lied. "Yeah. Back on Mars. That's how I got set up with Jackson in the first place. Because she's a friend of a friend of a friend, and she said she could hide me, and I could pay off my debt to her by doing some work. It wasn't until I got here that I learned the full scope of what that meant." "Prostitution." Tyler sighed and nodded. "Prostitution, freelancing, whatever you want to call it. It's funny, though... Jackson made it really clear to me that I never had to do anything if I didn't want to. It's one of the rules that the company has. Rule number one, actually... the top of the list, the most important rule. Ringed Amusements does lots of other stuff besides just freelancing, you know. I did the meet-and-greet for that rocket arrival yesterday morning, for instance. And I'm probably going to do some booth-babe stuff sometime this week once the industry convention kicks into full gear. And the thing with you, a couple mornings ago... there wasn't any sex on the docket for that one. You were renting me out for the day, obviously, but not for sex. The sex was just... a nice surprise." "Yes. Yes it was," Connie agreed, smiling. She reached a hand out and playfully pinched Tyler's nipple through the sheer fabric of his lingerie. Tyler smiled back at her and continued. "Yeah. Still, though, I had no idea what I was getting into when I first walked into her office and agreed to her terms. She didn't tell me exactly what was expected of me. And she didn't... didn't tell me what the nanobots were going to do to me. What would happen to my body." Tyler stopped himself before he let out too much incriminating information. He was edging close to the boundary between heartfelt conversation and dangerous guts-spilling. He shouldn't have mentioned his body. "Why?" Connie said. "What happened to your body?" "Nothing," Tyler said, and even as he said the word, he knew Connie wouldn't buy it. He looked downward and gathered his wits again. "I mean, not nothing... she changed it, though. She made me... prettier. Gave me bigger breasts. Stuff like that." He hoped that Connie would accept that one. Partial truth usually worked with most people. Tyler found himself realizing that he was no better than Jackson in that regard - she had used her arsenal of partial truths to get him to agree to the job at Ringed Amusements and the life- altering nanosurgery that came with it, and now he was doing the same thing to Connie... Connie, a woman he liked so much, a woman he had been so intimate with over the last few days. Guilt seized him. "Just a few minor changes, then," Connie said. "Yeah," Tyler replied. "A couple tweaks here and there. Nothing too crazy." "Hmm. Well, I admit, I like the results. Although now I can't help but wonder what you looked like before you arrived here." Tyler pursed his lips together and looked off to the side. "I think you'd prefer this version of me, if you saw my old body side by side with my new one." "I prefer whatever makes you happiest, Violet," Connie said. She leaned forward for a brief, sweet kiss before exiting the bed and heading toward the bathroom with the last hints of her temporary penis fading away. Tyler watched her go and sighed, content but uneasy. He felt a stirring in his pussy as he recalled how Connie had used it last night. Under the bed covers, he hugged himself and slid his painted fingers along the sheer fabric of the seductive babydoll he wore. Whatever made him happiest, indeed. ***** Connie pilfered one of the long terry bathrobes in Tyler's bathroom and wore it out of the room. She didn't want to deal with getting back into her evening gown from the night before, she said, and it wasn't appropriate to wear something like that so early in the day anyway. She told him to meet her down in the lobby for breakfast whenever he was ready; but not to wait too long, since Connie would have to rush off for her rocket trip soon. After she departed for her own suite on Pyramid's main floor, Tyler was left alone in his room, which was stocked full of all of yesterday's clothing - the gingham dress he had on when first arriving at the room, the beautiful sapphire-blue gown he wore to the symphony, all the other things he had procured during the shopping trip at Incantevole, the pumpkim skirt-suit he had on earlier in the day, the floral-patterned sundress and wedge sandals he had packed in his overnight bag, Connie's pink evening gown... and, of course, the black babydoll he wore currently. Tyler was surrounded by feminine finery and had it all to himself. It made him happy for some reason he couldn't pin down. He stripped out of his titillating lingerie, dropped it on the floor at his feet, and went to the shower. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, making sure all of the various sexual fluids from the night before were rinsed away. He dried off and donned the remaining bathrobe, looked at himself in the mirror, and saw a genuine mess. His hair had frizzed out again, and his face was devoid of makeup. He could live without the makeup for now, of course - he had been told several times by several people that he looked attractive enough without it - but the hair was another story. He could put it into a ponytail if only he had something to tie it up with... He leapt out of the bathroom and over to the clothing rack which held all of the purchases from Incantevole. He vaguely remembered one of the accessories he had tried on during that shopping spree, even though the whole process had gone by in such a fast-paced whirl of activity... "Ah ha," he said, finding his target after a moment of searching. It was a green ribbon with flowery embroidering along the edges, one that Fran thought would look darling on him, even though it hadn't matched any of the outfits they had picked out yesterday afternoon. He snatched the ribbon from the rack and brought it into the bathroom with him, where he pulled his hair into a tight tail and leashed it into a bow behind his head. The light fabric of the ribbon held everything in place nicely and swished as he turned his head left to right. He liked the look of it in his hair, and liked it even more after he had pulled on his white floral sundress - the accessory matched the clothing perfectly. Tyler strapped himself into his wedge sandals, threaded his dangly pearl earrings into his lower lobes, and checked himself out in a full-length mirror near the bed. Yes, he could have used some makeup, but the rest of his appearance was perfect. The Violet Taylor in the mirror looked every bit the sexy young woman he had become accustomed to seeing... now done up in an informal sundress, ponytail, and wedges, perfectly suited for a relaxed breakfast with a good friend. Tyler re-packed his burgundy purse with his smartphone and his Ringed Amusements tablet and stepped out into the hallway. The flouncy skirt of his sundress swished around his shins as he walked, eliciting a content sigh. Soon he was down in the lobby, which bustled with the activity of early brunch. Pyramid Suites had put out a massive spread of just about every breakfast food imaginable - Tyler smelled clearly the aromas of bacon, sausage, hot pancakes, freshly-brewed coffee, custom-built omelets, and the rest of it. His stomach gurgled in anticipation. The small steak at the bistro was the last thing Tyler had eaten, and he felt a sudden lightheadedness as he realized how hungry he was. Would it be rude to start eating before Connie arrived? Probably, he guessed. He decided to wait for her, leaning against a marble room divider and watching all the Pyramid patrons enjoying their complimentary meal. Many men and some of the women took long, studious ganders at the gorgeous young woman in the pretty floral sundress. Tyler looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them. After a few minutes he became bored and dug into his leather purse for his phone. He brought up his messaging app and pecked at the ongoing conversation between him and Dennis. The last message Tyler had sent was still sitting there at the end of the thread, awaiting a reply: BEN ROSENTHAL IS HERE ON THE STATION. I CAN GET CLOSE TO HIM. I WANT YOUR HONEST OPINION ON WHETHER OR NOT THAT'S A GOOD IDEA. Tyler wondered how long it would be before Dennis responded. Information brokering was a slow- moving business, though, and Tyler was sure that Dennis was doing plenty of deep thinking and research on the subject of the younger Rosenthal - specifically, deciding whether Ben was a worthwhile target for Tyler's efforts. Dennis was good at that, meticulous and careful. And he wouldn't give Tyler an answer until it was the right one. Fine by Tyler, who obviously had more than enough to keep himself busy out here on Saturn Beta. Tyler wanted to get back into the info-brokering game again as soon as possible, but... well... he was enjoying the distraction of his new job in the meantime. Another ten minutes went by before Connie appeared in the Pyramid Suites lobby, wearing a light blue top and flowing white skirt, with stylish but comfortable-looking flats, good for traveling in. Tyler had expected her to be laden down with luggage in preparation for the rocket flight she had to catch soon. But no, it was just her, carrying only a purse. She smiled upon finding Tyler, and Tyler smiled right back. The two of them approached each other and shared a brief kiss. "I hope you weren't waiting long," Connie said, stroking her fingers along Tyler's elbow. "Not too long," Tyler said. "I'm starving, though." "Oh, me too. Me too. It might not be proper or ladylike to admit to being so unabashedly hungry, but... well, Violet, to hell with it. Let's line up at the buffet." Tyler was happy to oblige. He filled his plate with the most unhealthy stuff available while Connie loaded her own with sliced fruit, some oatmeal, and a single hard-boiled egg. The stark contrast of their breakfasts caught Connie's attention as they sat down at a table near the divider Tyler had been leaning against. "You know, Violet," Connie said, smirking at the meal Tyler had gathered for himself, "you might want to consider eating healthier." "No thanks," Tyler said. He took a big bite out of a piece of bacon. "Don't have to. The nanobots make sure we never get fat." Connie reached for her coffee cup. "Really. Huh. That's... beneficial." "Oh, god, Connie. You should see this girl that I'm living with up on the 48th floor. Her name's Amber. She's from the... well, from the United States." Tyler paused, reminded himself to play dumb, and continued. "From some state called... um... Louanna?" "Louisiana. Yes. It's in the south." "Right," Tyler said, nodding. "The other day, after that event on the 5th floor lounge, she ate so much food that I thought her stomach would pop. Didn't gain an ounce." "Well," Connie said, dabbing her mouth with her napkin, "it sounds like you girls lead quite the charmed life." Tyler smirked. "I don't think 'charmed' is the right word for it. The nanobots have some advantages, though. I already told you about how our ankles and feet aren't negatively affected by high heels. And we can't get sick. And we can't get preg..." Tyler stopped, unable to finish saying the word. Pregnant. Man oh man, thank God the nanobots swimming around in his body made sure that he couldn't get pregnant, after what he and Connie did last night. Connie had introduced two full loads of fresh semen into Tyler's vagina. He squirmed in his seat as he remembered the feeling of liquid warmth splashing throughout his interior when Connie railed him from behind, then again when he rode her from above. It was a pleasurable sensation, he had to admit, but also a potentially risky one... though not risky at all, if what he'd been told about the nanobots was true. His pulse lowered and his concern vanished. There was no threat of getting pregnant - him, Tyler Hillman, a man, getting pregnant! Perish the thought. Connie, meanwhile, had started doing some deep thinking of her own - Tyler could see it on her face, as she brought her coffee to her lips and let it rest there without drinking any. "I wonder how that would work," she said eventually. "If you weren't... prevented from pregnancy, that is." "What do you mean?" Tyler asked. "I mean, I wonder how last night would have... reached its eventual conclusion, for lack of a better term." She lowered her voice and leaned forward a bit. "I wonder if my extra equipment was fully equipped for procreation." "Oh," Tyler said, wincing a bit. She didn't want to say the word out loud: sperm. She was wondering if the semen she had shot into Tyler's cunt included fertile sperm. Tyler shifted uncomfortably once more and tugged downward on his sundress, as if lowering the skirt a few inches would retroactively prevent any potential swimmers from reaching the most intimate depths of his cervix. "I really don't want to think about it," Tyler said. "Are you sure?" Connie said. She pulled back a bit and stabbed her fork into a piece of canteloupe. "It's not such an awful thought, is it? You and I would make one beautiful baby." Tyler laughed nervously, shook his head... and slowly put a hand over his belly, just to feel it, just to wonder for a second about having another life growing inside him. It would never happen, of course. There were several reasons why it would absolutely never happen. After a moment of rubbing his flat tummy, Tyler's fingers traced the light fabric over his navel piercing. He pinched the jewelry through his dress, as if it were a good luck charm, something to keep bad things from happening to him. He laughed nervously again. ***** Breakfast proceeded uneventfully, and Connie and Tyler left Pyramid Suites and went into the 20th floor foyer to wait for the elevator. Tyler couldn't help but mention the fact that Connie didn't have any luggage with her, apart from her purse, even though her rocket back to Earth was leaving very soon. "Something with high-end hotels that you have to realize, Violet," she said, "is that they do everything for you. The bellhops should have packed up my things while we were at breakfast. Everything will be loaded onto the rocket before I ever arrive at the docking spindle." "Oh," Tyler said, still not acclimated to all the various advantages of Connie's luxurious, eccentric lifestyle. "That must be nice." "It is. Assuming they don't miss anything while they're packing." She turned to Tyler and smiled at him. "You can help me with that, if it's not too much trouble." "What do you mean?" "Well," Connie said, sighing, "I'm leaving early, like I said. Business calls back on Earth. I had booked my room here for several nights, and now I won't be able to use some of those nights since I'm leaving earlier than expected." "Oh," Tyler said. "Well, you can just have them refund you for the nights you aren't staying, right?" Connie snorted. "Something else you need to realize about high-end hotels: they don't give refunds when you modify your reservation. Most of their clientele wouldn't want to bother asking for a refund, anyway. Too proud to beg for their own money back." "Ah." "Yes. So, anyway, back to how you can help me out... if you'd be a dear and swing by my room again later, just to make sure the bellhops and I didn't leave anything behind by accident. Feel free to wander around and dig through all the drawers. If you find something, just let the hotel staff know, and they'll ship it out to me." "I can do that, I think," Tyler said. The elevator doors opened and he and Connie boarded. Connie pushed a button and the doors closed again. "I'd appreciate it," Connie said. "And enjoy the room to your leisure, if you want. Sleep there, have some friends over for a party, whatever you like. I have it booked for three more nights. Might as well have someone taking advantage of it." Tyler wondered how much that cost... three nights of an unoccupied suite at one of the station's most luxurious, expensive hotels. He pitied Connie briefly for being forced to throw that kind of money away. She could afford it, though. She could afford a lot of things. "One thing I need you to do right away," Connie said, raising a finger, as if remembering something important. "There's a small container that I left in my room, on one of the bedside tables. I specifically told the bellhops not to pack it. It needs to be delivered to someone here on the station. Can you go grab it for me and take care of it?" "Sure. No problem," said Tyler. "What is it? Where do you need me to deliver it?" "The address is on the container itself. You can't miss it." The elevator dinged and Connie stepped out with Tyler trailing behind. This floor was a hub with several docking spindles jutting out in every direction. Connie took Tyler down the one farthest away from the elevator and then found her designated dock. Several other wealthy- looking people were meandering here, fiddling with their tablet computers or speaking softly to their families. Tyler and Connie stood with hands folded politely over their skirts, waiting for something to happen. After a few minutes a voice came on over the dock's sound system, urging everyone to line up at the dock in preparation for boarding. Sighing, Connie looked at Tyler with a mixture of sadness and adoration. "Well," she said, "I suppose this is it. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed our time together, Violet. Every moment of it. Everything was wonderful." "It was," Tyler said. He could feel his throat tightening and feel those stupid tears forming in his eyes again. "I... honestly, Connie, I had such a great time with you. I didn't think I would, but I did. You really helped me to..." Now the tears had escaped from his eyes and began streaking slowly down his face. He shook his head, embarrassed. But he had to keep talking. He had to say what was on his mind... he wanted to be honest with Connie and honest with himself. "You really helped me to accept the way things are," he said at last. "Like... coming to terms with who I am. With what I'm doing here on the station. You helped me to not be so scared of trying new things. I'm so happy I met you. I'm so happy... you chose me as the one you wanted to observe." "Oh, sweetie, you're welcome," Connie said. She leaned in and hugged Tyler tightly to her shoulder, where his tears dampened the fabric of her blouse. "Likewise. I'm glad it was you and not someone else. You're a fascinating young woman. You're beautiful. You're amazing. I hope you can find it in you to remind yourself of that, every day, every time you look in the mirror." "I'll try," Tyler said into Connie's shoulder. He pulled away and dabbed at his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'll try to remember. It's still a bit weird, being out here, working where I do, but... well, it's getting less weird every day. And you helped make it less weird, too." Connie smirked deviously. "I made it less weird? That's saying something, considering how often I tried to make things purposefully weird for you." They both shared a short laugh at this. Connie was right - she had tried to make it weird. But the weirdness was only on the surface... everything she had done with (and to) Tyler served as a way of helping him not just come to terms with what Jackson's nanobots had turned him into, but also to embrace it, enjoy it, revel in it. Connie didn't know the full extent of Tyler's story, of course, but she had gleaned so much pleasure from taking a scared, unfeminine subject and proving that being feminine wasn't worth being afraid of. And she was leaving Tyler only after helping build up his confidence in himself, his new body, and his new job. She had made such a huge difference in his life over the past couple of days that he couldn't possibly express it in words. And Tyler was getting paid for all this, too! It felt almost like stealing Connie's money. He was half-tempted to march into Jackson's office and demand that she give Connie a full refund... because nothing about the last couple of days had felt like work, and it sure as hell didn't feel like prostitution. Connie had never made Tyler feel like a hooker; she had only made him feel like a friend, a lover, and a sophisticated lady. "You helped," Tyler said, nodding. "Trust me." Smiling, Connie adjusted her purse over her shoulder. "I'll take your word for it" The loudspeaker at the dock demanded for the last time that everyone line up and board the rocket. Tyler and Connie shared one final, gentle kiss before Connie turned and walked down the jetway and out of Tyler's vision. He folded his arms under his breasts and watched her go, upset about her departure but infinitely grateful for the time he spent with her. He didn't move away from the dock until many minutes later, when the rocket detached and drifted off into space, away from Beta and toward the nearby hyperspace portal. Through the large bay windows of the docking spindle, Tyler watched Connie's rocket go with a fresh set of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. A rollicking vibration in his purse startled him to attention. He turned away from the windows and unshouldered his purse. Digging around in it, he found both his personal smartphone and his Ringed Amusements tablet. He checked the tablet first - Jackson had sent him a message. She needed him up in her office in an hour. Another job. "Okay. Good," Tyler said, truly glad to have something lined up to take his mind off of Connie leaving. He replaced the tablet in his purse and began striding down the docking spindle in his wedge sandals, sundress skirt playfully tickling his shins as he walked. Jackson needed him in an hour... that was enough time for him to head back down to the 20th floor, grab the container that Connie needed delivered, and check her room for anything she may have left behind. But then his purse vibrated and buzzed again. He shook his head, annoyed, and dug into his purse once more. He checked the tablet - it had nothing new to say. Then he checked his phone... "Oh," Tyler said, seeing newly-delivered messages from Dennis which appeared right underneath the message Tyler had sent out... the one asking if Dennis thought attempting a scam on Ben Rosenthal's was a good idea. Dennis had replied simply: GO FOR IT. A second message had arrived soon after the first: BE CAREFUL. ***** Tyler took the elevator down to the 20th floor, eyes cast down, thinking hard on the messages Dennis had sent - go for it, be careful. So much said in so few words. And that let Tyler know something important - the reason it had taken Dennis so long to get back to Tyler on his question was that Dennis was checking on all available resources to find out, definitively, if it was safe for Tyler to bring the info brokering business to Saturn Beta, and to start implementing it on a potentially risky target. Dennis needed time to figure things out back on Earth, to make sure that this proposed scam against Ben Rosenthal would be as safe and uncomplicated as any other scam on any other target. Which he had done. Tyler knew Dennis well. They had worked together for a long time, after all, and Tyler had a confident read on Dennis' mannerisms and communication style. If Dennis hadn't liked the idea of targetting Ben Rosenthal, he would have come back to Tyler with a much, much lengthier explanation as to why. But he hadn't... five words was all he needed. "Good," Tyler said, reassuring himself while smoothing his skirt. Eventually the elevator doors opened and let him out onto the 20th floor, where he turned towards Pyramid Suites and strode confidently across the foyer, through the crowds of high class, well-dressed people. He reached room 512 without incident and began packing some of his things in the suitcase he borrowed from Amber the previous morning. His clothing from the shopping spree at Incantevole still hung from the rack on the far side of the room, and he hung a few things on this rack rather then packing them into the suitcase. Connie's pink dress from the previous night was still puddled near the coffee maker countertop. Tyler found a hanger on the rack and worked it through the gown's jeweled spaghetti straps, hanging it back on the rack when he was finished. He also re-bagged his glamorous sapphire blue evening gown, sighing at the memories of putting it on, wearing it out to the symphony, sweating into it while Connie fucked him from behind with her nanosurgically- provided cock... he loved everything about that gown, and he found himself looking even more fondly upon it now that Connie was gone. Trying not to get too emotional, he racked the gown and looked around his room one last time. That was all there was - everything was either packed in the suitcase, boxed up, or hung on the clothes rack. He thought about calling up a bellhop to have everything delivered to his and Amber's room on the 48th floor, but then remembered that Connie had offered him the use of her room, the much bigger and much more luxurious suite on the lowest level of the Pyramid spindle. It was his for the next three days and nights if he wanted it. And he did, honestly. If he was going to start info brokering again, it would be much easier to manage in the private confines of Connie's suite rather than the Ringed Amusements dorm rooms. Tyler didn't want Amber (or anyone else) barging in on him when he was working on the next steps of an intricate scam or sifting through some captured data. That settled it, and Tyler rang up Pyramid Suites' front desk and asked for a bellhop to bring all his things, minus what was in the suitcase, down to Connie's suite. The young bellhop arrived a few minutes later, being attentive to Tyler's requests while sneaking several obvious glances at the attractive lady in the floral white sundress. Tyler smiled at the attention and thought it was funny (and kind of cute) how the bellhop was tripping over his words, stunned into stupidity at the sight of a gorgeous woman who appeared to be the same age as himself. The young man was practically sweating as he and Tyler made their way down to the lower floors. Eventually the bellhop excused himself and Tyler was left alone in Connie's suite, where he dumped the contents of Amber's suitcase onto the bed in order to empty it out, then dutifully looked through the massive suite for anything that might have been left behind. He found nothing of Connie's, but he did find the delivery she wanted him to make. It was a short beige cylinder, sealed with an air-tight lid, looking much like something that could contain medical supplies or hazardous materials. Tyler wondered what the hell could possibly be in there. He dared not remove the lid, but he did turn it around in his hands... and on the back side of the cylinder was the address, stamped on with faded stenciling - RINGED AMUSEMENTS COMPANY, SATURN BETA STATION, 48th FLOOR, SPINDLE #7. "Huh," Tyler said, wondering what Connie would need to deliver to Jackson. A cash payment for services rendered, maybe? Connie was certainly eccentric enough to use cash. He shrugged off his wondering, figured he would get an explanation from Jackson when he met up with her, and got himself ready to leave. First he unpacked his suitcase, then snatched up his purse, suitcase, and the cylinder, and headed out to face the day. Tyler stood in the elevator as it went up, surrounded by several other people - all the men were, of course, sneaking peeks at his body. He was used to that now, and had started to feel less self-conscious of it every time it happened. What he was conscious of, however, was being laden down with so much cargo. Rolling suitcase in one hand, Connie's delivery in the other, purse slung over his shoulder... it made him feel vulnerable, not having a free hand. It wouldn't have bothered him at all if he had been back in his old body, wearing flat shoes and a pair of close-legged pants. But here, in the elevator, in the company of several strange men, wearing a breezy sundress and three-inch wedges, without any free hands to steady the situation if anything bad happened, Tyler couldn't help feel more than a little nervous. When the elevator finally dropped him off at the 48th floor, he very carefully stepped into the foyer with his load and walked briskly to spindle #7, working hard to not catch his small feet under the rolling suitcase. Eventually he reached the safety of his and Amber's dorm room, which he hadn't seen in nearly 24 hours now. Amber was once again among the missing... probably off on a job somewhere, as usual. Tyler wheeled the empty suitcase back to where he had found it behind her headboard. Hopefully Amber didn't notice it had gone missing, not that it would have bothered her too much if it had. Satisfied with the situation in his dorm room, Tyler regained his purse and Connie's sealed package, walked out, down the stairs, and into the hallway that lead to Jackson's office. He knocked on her door and waited. He had always sort of dreaded running into Jackson since his transformation, and he was dreading this meeting, too... because every meeting was a chance for Jackson to give Tyler grief for what he had become, what he had done recently, and what he enjoyed. The surprise meeting at the coffee shop yesterday had driven that home in a big way. Tyler hoped deeply that she would just talk business with him today and not ask for too many details regarding what happened last night... or what she had done to Connie while Tyler was off shopping for evening gowns. Eventually he heard the trademark click-click-click of stiletto heels against hard flooring, and the door opened. "Mr. Hillman," Jackson said, a flat, tired expression on her face. "Good morning." "Morning," Tyler said, lifting up the beige cylinder. "Connie wanted me to give this to you." "Ah," Jackson said, taking the package from Tyler and walking away from the door, back to the main section of her office. "Good. I was hoping she wouldn't forget that. Cute dress, by the way. And the ribbon is a nice touch." "Thanks," Tyler said. He could suddenly feel every strand of the hair on his head, tied up into a pony tail and corralled with the flowery green ribbon Fran had picked out for him. Jackson certainly had a way of making Tyler feel very aware of himself. "Have a seat," Jackson said, pointing at the chairs in front of her desk while yawning dramatically. Placing the beige container on the floor next to her own chair, she sat down and regarded Tyler as he walked over from the door. "So, Miss Giordano did end up leaving like she said she would, I take it." "Yeah," Tyler said. He sat down across from Jackson, holding his skirt behind him as he sat and crossing his legs once he had descended completely into the chair, placing his purse in his lap. "Yeah, just now. I went up with her to catch her rocket.' Jackson's lips went off to one side. She crossed her arms. "Shame. She was an excellent client. Profitable, too. I'm surprised and a bit disappointed that you didn't convince her to stay." "Disappointed?" Tyler said, furrowing his brow. "What are you talking about? I wanted her to stay. She wanted to stay, too. She told me so. She had to get back to Earth for work, though. You can't blame me for that." "Oh, trust me, I'm not blaming you. I'm just... disappointed. Like I said, she was quite the profitable client." She turned her gaze to Tyler. "As I'm sure you've realized, if you've checked your pay lately." Tyler shook his head. "I haven't checked it today. I did yesterday." "Well," Jackson said, perking up a bit, "you'll be pleased to know that your most recent date with Miss Giordano netted you a seriously large amount of payment on your debt to me. Double what you made on your previous day with her." Tyler's eyes boggled. "Double?" He looked down at his purse, at the bulge in the burgundy leather where he kept his Ringed Amusements tablet. A statement of his recent revenue was waiting for him, surely. "Double," Jackson confirmed. "We worked out the pricing structure yesterday afternoon. She had several... interesting ideas for how her evening with you might proceed. I established the costs for all her ideas, and told her that the final billing would be determined solely on the honor system. Her word. Which she would report back to me this morning. She was billed right away for one of her interesting ideas. The rest of the ideas, though, would only be billed for if you consented to engaging in them with her." And there it was... Jackson's sneaky, roundabout way of letting Tyler know that she knew exactly what he and Connie had been up to last night. Tyler wondered if she took some sort of sick pleasure from this, from intentionally putting Tyler into a situation where penetration from a real flesh-and-blood penis was on the menu. Tyler studied her face and found no hint of malice there. Just Jackson's usual businesslike posture, with maybe a bit of curiosity and the slightest hint of personal triumph. No, she didn't get any unusual amount of pleasure from the news that Tyler had accepted Connie's surprise. She just got her daily dose of professional satisfaction, both from the successful execution of an atypical request, and from the eager compliance of her employee to carry out the client's wishes. It made Tyler feel squirmy. "You're trying to embarrass me," he said, narrowing his eyes. "No, Mr. Hillman," Jackson said. She shook her head. "No, I don't think I am. First of all, there's nothing for you to be embarrassed about. At least, I don't think there is. Do you?" "Do I what?" "Do you think you should be embarrassed about what you and Miss Giordano did yesterday and last night?" Tyler held his rising annoyance in check, keeping a stone-cold expression on his face while having this sparring contest with his boss. "No," he said at last. "No. I'm not embarrassed.' "Well, good. That's a relief, actually." Jackson unfolded her arms and took on a more relaxed posture in her highback leather chair. "I know you don't necessarily trust me after what was done to your body during your first day on the station. And I know I don't typically give off the impression that I'm deeply concerned about my employees' well-being. But I am. I can be forceful sometimes, I can have high standards for conduct and professionalism... I can be a bitch, for lack of a better term." "Not really," Tyler said, shrugging. He meant it, too. He had a lot of thoughts about the kind of woman Jackson was, but the idea of her being a bitch had never entered his mind. Jackson continued. "Here's the truth, Mr. Hillman. When my employees are out on the job, I don't ever want you to feel embarrassed, or scared, or threatened, or anything else negative. It doesn't matter to me if you've been female your whole life or you just became female recently - I want the same for all of you: a good job that brings in good money without danger, without any negative impact on your life. And always remember, you don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do. Rule number one is in place for a reason. Don't ever believe for a second that I'll be upset with you for turning down a client's request... even if it means you walk away from a job half-finished. Okay?" "Okay," Tyler said, knowing exactly where Jackson was going with this. She wanted to make him admit, either out loud or via his silence, that he hadn't had sex with the genitally-modified Connie Giordano because of money or because it was part of his job. She wanted him to confess to having penetrative, flesh-in-flesh sex willingly, actively, possibly even enthusiastically. He wasn't about to give her that satisfaction, though. As much as he had grown to appreciate his body and his job since his initial revulsion to it, he refused to admit it to his employer. So he looked down at the floor sheepishly and sadly, crossed his legs tighter, and drew his fingers slowly over his dress, trying to make Jackson feel the slightest bit guilty for what she had tricked him into doing. She wasn't one for taking pity on anyone, though, and definitely not on Tyler. This certainly wasn't the first time she had used her patented closed-mouth deceptive tactics on him. Jackson, true to her nature, took no notice of Tyler's attempt at fishing an apology from her. She merely yawned again. Tyler didn't ever remember seeing her yawn this much before... Reaching into her blazer pocket, Jackson extracted her reading glasses and studied the screen on her tablet computer. "Okay, then, Mr. Hillman. More convention work for you today. AG&M has further need of your special talents." She rolled her eyes as she finished the last sentence. "Booth babe stuff, I'm afraid. Not exactly the most mentally stimulating work in the universe. The pay is as good as ever, though, and it rolls into another AG&M event later tonight." Tyler looked up from his forlorn expression. "What's the other event?" "A saloon night. Serving drinks again, just like you did for your first day on the job." Tyler briefly flashed back to the lounge event on the 5th floor, when he had worn the French maid outfit and been aggressively accosted by the pervert with the clammy hands. A wave of revulsion swept through his body. It passed, though, and Tyler dismissed it as just a bad day on the job. "This time," Jackson continued, tapping away on her tablet, "obviously, AG&M will be inviting the investors they've targeted at the convention. You'll be seeing a lot of the same faces tonight that you'll see this afternoon. And you'll be serving drinks while the industry big-shots talk shop and try to take money from each other. I just sent the schedule over to you." Tyler felt his purse vibrate. He made a mental