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"Oh, Amber, you wonderful girl," Jackson said. She practically ran to a table staffed by two men of southeast Asian descent, shook their hands while introducing herself, and laid out on the table. Lola seemed equally appreciative as she introduced herself to her own masseurs. Zoe and Amber found their own spots as well. Tyler put his hands in the stain pockets of his robe, glancing around the room to make absolutely sure that every spa employee was, in fact, a man. Dejectedly, he clambered onto the table nearest the door without so much as acknowledging the masseurs who would be attending to him. He'd only rarely had men touch him since his transformation into a woman. Most of those experiences had been extremely uncomfortable if not outright revolting, like all the times he'd been groped during lounge events, while attired in a French maid outfit or cheerleader uniform. This would be different... much, much different. The intent wouldn't be sleazy, but the male hands of the masseurs would be on Tyler's body for a much longer time than the copped feels he'd endured in the 5th-floor lounge. "I can take your robe," said one of Tyler's tall, burly masseurs. Tyler hesitated for a moment - was he going to be allowed to stay clothed for more than ten seconds at a time today? The rest of his party had already shed their robes, though... including Paul, whose inhibitions had suddenly become much less present. Maybe that hour in the pod had loosened him up a bit. Tyler, not wanting to seem prude or afraid, disrobed and handed the garment to the masseur, keeping his back turned as he did so. "Face down, if you would," Tyler's other masseur said. Tyler complied, resting his face inside a ring-shaped pillow at the top of the table. He rested his arms, legs, and torso on the table. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, he thought. He felt much more relaxed after his session in sensory deprivation bath... and his nerves calmed even more once a masseur placed a fluffy white towel over his behind. Then the masseurs got down to business, working on Tyler's body with four hands at once, starting with the neck and feet simultaneously. Tyler felt completely at ease again in a matter of seconds. The other girls in the room began humming and moaning pleasurably as their own masseurs attended to their flesh. Tyler luxuriated in the feeling of being rubbed and kneaded by two strong pairs of hands at the same time as they moved over his body, from the neck and feet, to shoulders and ankles, to the calves and upper ribs, until every inch of the back of Tyler's body had been thoroughly handled. It took a good thirty minutes, and Tyler was long past caring about the genders of the people who had done the work. The masseurs asked him to flip over. Tyler eagerly complied, and the towel was placed over Tyler from his groin to the tops of his cleavage. Then the masseurs got to work again, although this part of the massage only lasted a few minutes. Nevertheless, the front-body treatment felt fantastic, and Tyler thanked his attendants profusely as they exited the room. Kelly entered as her employees left, holding a couple large plates full of sliced fruit, crackers and cheese. It was well past lunchtime, she explained, and the lovely bride needed to keep her strength up. She encouraged Amber and her bridesmaids to take as long as they needed to eat and gather themselves, then left the room again. "Amber," Jackson said, in the nicest tone of voice Tyler had ever heard from her, "you are the best. This is unreal." "I figured you'd be into it," Amber said. "Everyone else feelin' good?" "Mm-hm," Lola said, and the other girls agreed. Amber raised her voice. "May? Little miss Young? You all good down there?" "I'm great," said Paul, in his tiny voice. "Much better than I thought I'd be." Zoe sat up on her table. "You like having dudes' hands all over you, huh?" "It's not the worst thing in the world." "Definitely not," Tyler added. Jackson and Paul tilted their heads to look at him. "Well, fancy that," Lola chimed in. "Violet the dyke liked it too." "Lola, be nice," Amber said. The room went completely silent again as everyone stared at the ceiling, happily recovering from the massages. Eventually they all slid off of their respective tables, wrapped their robes around their bodies, ate a small portion of the available food, and went back out into the hallway. Kelly guided them to their next destination. Kelly opened the door into another room, this one lined with jade- colored tile from floor to ceiling. "This is our second-to-last room, ladies," she said, ushering her patrons inside. Several more padded surfaces lay low near the floor. The air was warm and heavy with humidity. Twelve more of Kelly's employees stood with hands folded over their starched white aprons - they were all females, this time, but Tyler barely felt any relief at all upon seeing them. The men in the last room had done such a great job that Tyler wouldn't have been disappointed in the least if even more men were assigned here. Amber and her bridesmaids were once again asked to remove their robes, making Tyler wonder why they had been given robes at all. Didn't Kelly say that Amber's bachelorette party was the only group of clients in the spa right now? What was the point of maintaining your modesty if there was nobody to be modest for? Tyler sighed and hung his robe on a hook and sat down on one of the low beds, which was covered by a thin white sheet. Tyler lay down with his knees held together and arms on his sides. When the rest of the party had positioned themselves on their own beds, the attendants placed sheets over top of their clients, covering their bodies from shoulders to upper thigh. Their heads and legs remained exposed. "Everyone comfortable, ladies?" Kelly asked the group, who answered in the affirmative. "Good. You will be receiving several treatments simultaneously here, starting with a mud wrap. I'll leave you in the capable hands of my staff." Kelly exited as Tyler wondered what the hell a "mud wrap" was. He didn't have to wonder long, as the two attendants assigned to him produced two wide wooden bowls, each filled with a thick, greenish-brown substance that gave off a tiny bit of steam. One attendant asked Tyler to dangle his lower legs over the foot of the bed while the other attendant gathered his long auburn locks into a high ponytail. Then the two women scooped handfuls of their mud into their hands and began applying it to Tyler's ankles, moving upward to the calves, covering every exposed inch of skin as they went. They explained that the mixture contained seaweed, cinnamon, mineral-enriched peat, and honey. Tyler took them at their word on the list of ingredients. All he could tell was that it felt warm and gritty, and that it gave off an odd but soothing scent... and that it felt wonderful on his skin. Soon they had covered both of Tyler's legs, front and back, apart from his feet. The attendants pulled the sheet up Tyler's body, exposing his hips and groin. Tyler shyly spread his legs as the attendants slathered the mud all over, even dabbing some of it lightly around his lower lips. Then the sheet was removed entirely from Tyler's body, leaving his breasts and upper body completely exposed. Still relaxed from his sensory deprivation bath and the incredible four-handed massage that followed, Tyler felt no unease as his tummy, mammaries, and upper chest were slathered. His shoulders and arms followed, though the attendants didn't rub any mud onto his hands. He was asked to roll over onto his right side so one of the attendants could get at his buttock and back, then he rolled to his left so the procedure could be repeated on his other side. His neck was the last part of his body to receive a coating. Finally, Tyler was completely covered in the mud wrap, save for his head, hands, and feet. The rich, greenish-brown layer of mud made his body look strange, though he no longer felt nude. It was as though he was enclosed in a second skin - a warm, damp one that he could feel acutely. It was an amazing sensation and Tyler enjoyed it thoroughly. Judging by the contented humming of the other bridesmaids, he wasn't the only one who loved it. The attendants left the bed for a moment and returned with four basins made of pounded bronze, each of which contained soapy, scented water. Tyler knew what was coming - preparatory soaking for a manicure and pedicure. He remembered an identical treatment during his first date with Connie, when they went to the salon for full makeovers and hair styling. He eagerly placed his hands into the basins at the sides of the bed. The attendants took his feet and gently lowered them into a pair of basins as well. All twelve of the attendants left the room to get their next batch of supplies. The bridal party lay on their beds, staring up at the green tiled ceiling, arms and legs splayed, hands and feet submerged in soapy water, entirely nude except for their mud wraps. Amber, true to form, was the first one to break the silence. "Everyone doin' okay?" she asked. "God, yes," Lola said. "Can we just live here for a few years? I'm not all that compelled to head back to your house any time soon." Everyone else agreed - except for Jackson, who jokingly wondered aloud if Lola was interested in keeping her job. The attendants returned with nail-care kits in one hand and an orange jar in the other. One of Tyler's attendants explained to him that she would be giving him a pumpkin facial. Tyler sniggered at this - cinnamon, pumpkin... maybe Kelly was planning on serving up Amber's bridal party for Thanksgiving dinner. The attendant got to work painting Tyler's face with the contents of the orange jar, which smelled exactly as Tyler had expected. He was instructed to keep his eyes closed for what came next - thick strawberry slices, coated in coconut oil, which were placed over his eyelids. "Strawberries?" Tyler said, after the fruit was in position atop his closed eyes. "Yes," the attendant said. "Better for you than cucumber." Tyler didn't know enough about facials to argue. He held his body and head steady as the attendants extracted his hands from their basins and got to work - drying his finger, rubbing a softening cream on his hands, removing the current coat of polish from his nails, and addressing his cuticles. Tyler then smelled the unmistakable odor of the clear base polish as the attendants brushed it along all ten of his nails in turn. They rested his hands on a pair of tiny padded shelves as his nails dried, then applied another coat to them and let them rest again. "In case anyone's wonderin' about this," Amber said, "I've already picked out the color and design that everyone's wearin' on their nails. I think you'll like it." Nobody protested. Tyler heard his pair of attendants stand up and move to his feet, where the procedure was repeated, as Tyler lay prone on his back with his body covered in mud and a fruit salad all over his face. He took a moment to visualize how ridiculous he must have looked right now - wearing a shabby ponytail high on his head, face covered with orange pumpkin goop, eyes topped with strawberry slices, entire body turned brown by an all-encasing layer of mud, hands propped up on a pair of shelves, with two women working over his feet with emery boards and polish. He almost wished someone would come in a take pictures of him and the other bridesmaids so they could all laugh about it later. Despite the ridiculousness of it all, however, he was definitely enjoying himself. He hadn't even been pampered this thoroughly during his salon date with Connie Giordano. A moment later his feet were placed atop their own little shelves at the foot of the bed, and the attendants came back up to finish his fingernails. This part felt strange, and Tyler wished he could get a look at what they were doing, but the strawberry slices prevented that. He wasn't sure what tools they were using or what the end result was. All he could do was lay here, eyes closed, and wait for it to be over. But the process was a long, meticulous one... Tyler estimated the attendants took five minutes per nail, with extra time for the thumb. And then they moved down to his feet again, repeating the long, detailed process they'd done on his hands. He was dying to know what was going on, fully expecting it to be something really phenomenal. Finally, after nearly an hour of laying still in his mud wrap and facial while he received his mani-pedi, all twelve attendants walk to the far side of the room. Tyler heard the sound of sinks being turned on; of the pounded bronze basins being emptied, washed, and refilled. The attendants soon returned to their stations and the strawberry slices were removed from everyone's eyes, after which a steamed towel was used to dab away at the pumpkin facial. It took Tyler a minute to get used to the light again. While blinking his eyes forcefully, he felt his calves being patted down with those same warm, damp towels. The attendants were cleaning off the mud. They occasionally instructed him to lift a leg, roll to the side, or move his arm as they removed the gritty wrap from his body. Eventually they told him to sit up so they could clear off his back... and once he sat up, he could finally see his nails. "Oooh, so fancy!" Amber intoned, curling her fingers in front of her face and giving them a deep examination. "You ladies are artists! Would ya look at those water lilies? Wow!" The other bridesmaids followed Amber's lead. Tyler's nails had been colored a vibrant purple. Atop the polish were impressive white flower designs, two on each fingernail and three on each thumb, detailed down to individual petals - Tyler wasn't well-versed on different types of flowers, but he assumed they were water lilies after what Amber had exclaimed. And in the center of each lily was something rounded and sparkly. "Are those... diamonds?" Zoe asked. "Yup!" Amber answered. "Pretty cool, huh? 'Course, diamonds aren't all that rare and expensive anymore, not after they found that huge deposit on one of Jupiter's moons a few years ago. It still looks great, though. Right?" "Jesus," Tyler whispered to himself, looking at the diamonds inlaid on his fingernails. He looked down at his toes - the same treatment had been done down there, purple polish, water lilies, diamonds and all. For a moment, he forgot that he was completely nude atop the bed he sat on, and just admired his nails. Amber was right - these attendants were true artists. As the twelve of them bowed out of the room, Tyler hoped the work they had done wouldn't just last through the wedding weekend, but also through the week after and the fundraising event Ben Rosenthal was hosting... Reality snuck up on Tyler and reminded him that he still needed to decide whether or not to accept that event-planning job offer of Ben's. He put the thought out of his mind as best he could. He wasn't going to let real life intrude on his enjoyment of the spa day. The bridal party stood up from their low beds and looked down at their bare bodies, enjoying the clean, refreshed sensation they felt all over their skin. Tyler ran his hands over his thighs, buttocks, tummy, and breasts, amazed at how immaculate he looked. The other ladies, and Paul, looked equally stunning. Tyler tried not to stare at anyone for too long, especially Jackson. He and Paul shared a quick, knowing glance after they looked eachother up and down, appreciating what they saw. Everyone put on their robes again. Kelly appeared a few minutes later, then guided them to the last treatment of the day. As they walked through the hall once more, Tyler got a glimpse of everyone else's nails - their second coats had all been done in a different color. Amber's were pink, Jackson's were forest green, Lola's were a lustrous gunmetal gray, and Zoe's were a bright red intended to match her hair. Paul's were blue... presumably as little joke, since blue was a color typically associated with boys. Tyler understood why Amber had chosen purple for his own nails: after all, he was Violet. The last room was... different. Much different from all the others. It almost looked like a garage, with concrete walls and lots of strange machinery lined up in one corner. And the attendants here weren't the same attendants that had been helping with the other treatments. There were only three of them, wearing one-piece coveralls that would have been more appropriate for a microprocessor plant. One of these people was positioning a plastic room divider in front of the corner with all the machinery. It seemed strange... but Tyler wasn't too concerned, since the rest of the day at the spa had gone so well. Every treatment he'd experienced thus far had been amazing. He had no reservations about whatever this was. "Per Amber's request," Kelly said, motioning toward the plastic divider and the machinery behind it. "Enjoy." She left the room without further explanation. One of the men in coveralls came out from behind the divider and asked who wanted to be first. "First for what?" Lola asked in her usual bitchy voice. All eyes turned to Amber. "One last skin treatment," Amber said. "To keep us all lookin' good on the beach. I'll go first." She walked behind the divider as her bridesmaids looked on... not that they could see anything through the thick plastic. Tyler heard the sound of something being sprayed, and heard the people behind the divider telling Amber to lift her arms, spread her legs, turn around, or hold still. They sprayed and directed their client as Jackson, Paul, and Lola traded quizzical glances with each other. The process lasted a few minutes before Amber emerged from the other end of the divider, loosely tying up her robe. "And that's that," she said, looking quite proud of herself. She looked at the rest of the bridal party. "Well, don't be shy. Someone else get on in there." Zoe shrugged. "You're the boss," she said, as she went behind the divider. Then Lola went in, followed by Jackson. All of them came out the other side looking more confused than when they went in. Tyler decided to go in before Paul, in case Paul was nervous about being the first previously-male bridesmaid behind the divider. Once inside, Tyler saw one coverall-wearing man holding a pressurized spray nozzle, one manning a bulky computer terminal, and one looking intently at a handheld tablet. All three of them were wearing surgical masks. "Um..." Tyler said apprehensively. "Is this safe?" "Oh yeah," the guy with the tablet said, behind his mask. "It's just not a good idea to let it get into your lungs. Put this on," he ordered, holding another surgical mask out for Tyler to take. "Lose the robe. And close your eyes." Tyler did as he was told - if four girls had gone before him without issue, he wasn't about to be a spoil-sport. He stood near the divider, eyes closed, completely nude except for the surgical mask he wore, being stared at by the three men in coveralls. Soon he heard the spraying start, and felt a fine mist over his tummy, groin, and the extreme upper part of his legs. The sprayer was then moved up his chest until every inch of his exposed breasts had been misted. "Arms up," the man with the tablet said. Tyler obeyed as the sprayer treated his shoulders, neck, and the sides of his rib cage. Then he was told to turn around, and the sprayer took care of the back of his neck and his upper back... and then above and all over his ass, which made Tyler flinch a little. Lastly, after Tyler was asked to spread his legs, he was sprayed on his taint with a tiny burst of mist, which caused him to gasp through his surgical mask. "And... freeze for a second. No moving," the man at the computer terminal said. Tyler remained stationary with his arms held out and his legs spread, still wondering what the hell this treatment was all about. And why hadn't they sprayed his arms or lower legs? Whatever, Tyler thought. Women and their spa days! Who knew what any of this was supposed to accomplish? The stuff they had sprayed on him certainly wasn't any weirder than the mud he'd been encased in for the previous hour. Thirty seconds passed before the man at the terminal told Tyler that he could relax. Tyler took off his mask, dropped it into a nearby trash can, and took a look at his body... which looked no different at all from how it was before. His skin was still flawlessly clean from the mud treatment. He covered up in his robe and joined the rest of the group. Paul went behind the divider for his treatment, emerging a few minutes later. "That was weird," Paul said in his cute little voice. Nobody had time to agree with him before Kelly came back into the room to usher everyone back to their lockers. "Now," Kelly said, as they walked through the hallway to the locker room, "I must insist on one last thing from you ladies. You need to stay in loose clothing for the next couple of hours because of the skin treatments you've received today. There's a good chance of undoing all the work we've done if you put on anything tight." She halted and turned around. "Including your underthings." Jackson gave Kelly a stern look. "You can't be serious," she groaned. "I can," said Kelly. "No panties, no bras. And, per the bride's orders, I took it upon myself to bag up the underwear you brought in with you. I'll hand it off to Amber once you're ready to leave." Amber giggled and the other bridesmaids sighed dramatically. Paul rolled his eyes, and Tyler merely shrugged. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, and it would only be a couple hours... and if it helped keep his skin looking as amazing as it did now, it'd be worth the minor mental discomfort of walking around without anything shielding his private parts. As they all took off their robes for the last time, everyone thanked Amber profusely for treating them all to an amazing, refreshing day... despite whatever misgivings they may have had about going commando for the next few hours. Paul readily admitted that he had a great time, and was considering doing it again before he headed back to Saturn Beta to resume his life as a man. Zoe smiled at this. Once back in their matching sundresses, everyone returned to the front of the mansion and thanked Kelly and her assembled staffmembers. They walked out into the warm Este Golfo afternoon, squinting from the sudden influx of natural light. "Y'all hang tight," Amber said, from the front door. "I need to pay those people off. These things ain't free, sadly. Back in a flash." She retreated back into the spa. The bridesmaids spent a few idle minutes chatting while Lola summoned the sparkling white limo on her phone. After a few minutes, curiosity got the best of Tyler and he climbed the porch steps and went up to the front door. He peeked in through a bisected window to see what was taking Amber so long. Inside, Amber was walking away from the front desk, toward the door. She held both her purse and a brown shopping bag in her left hand - the bag with everyone's underwear, Tyler surmised. Behind Amber was Kelly, a few of her female employees... and all three of the coverall-wearing men from the final skin treatment. As she approached the door, Amber looked over her shoulder and said goodbye loudly while slipping a tablet computer into her purse. Tyler took a step away from the door as Amber turned the handle on the other side. "Oops," Amber said as she came outside. "Almost got ya with the door, there." "No problem," Tyler said. He looked back at the spa employees for a second as the door closed behind Amber. Then he looked at her purse, and tried to remember if she even owned a tablet computer in the first place. She'd returned her Ringed Amusements one before leaving the station, hadn't she? ***** Lola directed the limo back to Amber's house, per her request. Many of the bridesmaids were surprised that the bachelorette party was ending so soon, before the sun had even set. Amber waved this off and claimed the party wasn't over just yet. "We're just takin' a little break, is all," she explained as the limo rolled down her street. "And then we'll have ourselves a little cookout on the deck. Should be a good time." "A cookout," Lola said dismissively. "Man, Amber, this is the tamest bachelorette party in the history of the world." "Still fun as hell, though," Zoe said. She stretched her arms and groaned. "That spa day was really, really good. Wouldn't trade it for anything." "Well, good," said Amber. "And not to be a party pooper or nothin', but I think I might grab a nap before suppertime. Y'all are welcome to do what sounds good to ya. Take the limo into town, mess around on the beach, whatever. We have a couple hours to burn before we need to start cookin' the food. Just promise me somethin'... don't get wet. Don't take a shower or jump into the ocean. And definitely don't try puttin' on your bras 'n' panties. I spent too damn much on those skin treatments to have 'em ruined an hour later." "I might just lay back," Paul said. "I'm not really in the mood to move." "Seconding that," Jackson said. Her eyes were closed as she spoke. "What is it about laying around at the spa all afternoon that causes you to get so... lazy?" "Beats me," Tyler said. He noticed his dress's skirt had ridden up his thigh during the limo ride, and he was too apathetic from the spa day to pull it down again. He did have the presence of mind to lock his knees tightly together, though. He wasn't keen on flashing anyone, especially while he wasn't wearing any panties. The limo soon dropped everyone off in Amber's driveway. The bridesmaids went inside, dumped their purses by the door, and flopped down on the various sofas and easy chairs in Amber's living room, while the bride herself headed upstairs for her nap. Tyler watched her as she climbed the staircase, noticing that she still had her purse slung over her shoulder. Some of the other bridesmaids went up to their own rooms for a nap as well. Jackson went for another walk. Tyler held his GammaNow QX7 in his manicured hands, reading the news, checking baseball scores, looking at the weather forecast for the wedding tomorrow - 83 degrees and clear. He made a couple phone calls to a couple of vendors, just to verify that there would be no surprises during the wedding or the reception. Then his thumb hovered over his messaging app. He wondered if it would be a good idea to touch base with Ben Rosenthal, who had requested Tyler's services for all of next week, planning a cocktail-attire fundraiser in Miami. Tyler thought it might be better to ask all the pertinent questions now, rather than waiting until the reception tomorrow to... Tyler's eye twitched. The reception. The reception at Amber's wedding... during which Tyler had planned on acquiring Ben's phone again, pulling his data once more, and then leaving Este Golfo to deliver the puller to Dennis before the data clusters timescrambled themselves. Tyler had to choose: To either steal Ben's data during the reception, haul ass to Miami that very night, and have Dennis parse it and sell it on the black market... or to take Ben up on his job offer, and his proposal to pay off the rest of Tyler's outstanding debt to Jackson. Doing both wouldn't be possible, because once Ben's data hit the market and started being used by professional extortionists and money- funnelers, red flags would go up in his accounts. Ben and his family's company would have to deal with the fallout. Lawyers would be involved, and lawyers could take up a hell of a lot of one's time. Ben would be too overwhelmed with trying to rescue his money (and his identity) to even think about dealing with a fundraiser. He would have to cancel his offer to Tyler before the job even started. And besides... why would Tyler even want to take Ben's job offer in the first place? Was he even entertaining the idea of planning a stupid fundraiser while staying at Ben's home for an entire week? It was too ridiculous to even consider... Only it wasn't. Tyler did not want to go back to Saturn Beta. He didn't want to work any more of Jackson's stupid events, wearing skimpy, demeaning outfits while getting ogled and groped every ten seconds by the slimiest men the solar system had to offer. He wanted to finish up this phase of his life as quickly as possible. And Ben's job offer was, easily, the quickest method available. Tyler was still deep in thought when he heard Amber coming back down the stairs a couple hours later. By now, Zoe and Lola were in the breakfast nook with a glass of wine, while Pierre was giving Paul some tips on how he could do his hair tomorrow. Jackson had just returned from her walk. Amber, for some reason, was wearing a shiny blue bikini that covered her nipples without giving much support to the breasts attached to them. The bottoms of her bikini were held up with thin straps, with an equally thin strap bisecting her well-tanned buttcheeks. She looked weirdly proud of herself as she crossed into the kitchen on bare feet. "Well," she said, opening the fridge door, "I s'pose we should start gettin' everything set up outside. Someone wanna give me a hand with this potato salad?" "I can," Tyler said, glad for a distraction from the Ben Rosenthal dilemma. He stood up from the sofa he'd been laying on, smoothed his dress, and joined Amber in the kitchen. "Nice suit, Amber," Lola said from the breakfast nook. "Really shows off your... assets." Amber moved away from the fridge and struck a sultry pose next to the countertop. "Well, I'm glad you like it. I have good taste in swimwear, if I do say so myself. Such good taste, in fact, that I took it upon myself to get suits for the rest of you." "Oh god," Paul said. Pierre almost laughed, but thought better of it. Tyler wasn't nearly as worried as Paul was - after all, Tyler had worn a bikini out on the beach nearly every night since he and Amber had come to Este Golfo, and it had become a routine. This wouldn't be a new experience for him. Paul looked like he needed a pep talk, though... and a few drinks. Tyler felt oddly superior as Paul squirmed at the thought of wearing a bikini. "Where are they?" Jackson asked as she moved closer to the kitchen. "Did you put them in our rooms?" "I'll show ya where they are. Oh... before I forget... hey, Pierre? Wanna do me a favor? There's a bunch of tiki torches out in the shed. Can you go grab 'em for us?" Pierre rolled his eyes and got out of his easy chair. "Making the man do all the heavy lifting. Typical." Everyone watched Pierre leave the house. Amber only spoke up again once she'd heard the front door shut. "Okay," she said. "Now I can show y'all where your bathin' suits are." The bridesmaids gave Amber uncertain, confused looks. She was acting very strange all of a sudden, like a good girl who had recently learned how fun it was to be bad on occasion. Before anyone could ask her what was going on, her lips parted and she uttered a single word. "Strip." Paul turned his head, like he hadn't heard her properly. "What?" "Y'all wanna see your suits? Take your clothes off and look at 'em." "Have you been drinking?" Jackson asked, sounding like a disappointed mother. "Or taking drugs, maybe," Lola suggested. "Jesus, Amber. The day before your wedding..." Amber folded her arms under her low-hanging breasts. "I'm fine. Clean and sober. But this is my bachelorette party, and I want y'all to get into your bathin' suits. So hurry up and..." "What the FUCK?" Zoe said loudly. Everyone turned to her. Zoe had the stretchy top of her fuchsia sundress pulled outward and was staring at her chest. Tyler came over for a peek, and saw that Zoe was wearing a dark green bikini top under her dress. "You weren't supposed to put on any underwear, Zoe," Paul said. For some reason, Amber started clapping. "I didn't!" Zoe protested. "I..." "Neat, huh?" Amber said. She turned to Tyler and lowered her voice a bit. "Hey, Violet? Remember when you 'n' me were out sunbathin' and I said that we'd all go to a nude beach someday? No better day than today, dontcha think?" Tyler started figuring things out. Amber's secrecy about the bachelorette party, and the devious attitude she had any time she talked about it... her swapping out everyone's daytime clothes for loose-fitting sundresses... the weird spray-on skin treatment everyone had endured at the end of the spa day... Kelly's insistence that nobody was allowed to put on their underwear for a couple hours... and Amber sneaking that tablet computer into her purse, then taking it upstairs while she took a "nap"... It all made sense now. Tyler pulled out the collar of his own sundress and looked down at his breasts to see that they'd been encased in a thin, leopard-print bikini top. Except Tyler knew it wasn't a bikini top. He leaned against the refrigerator, folded his arms, and stared at Amber with an impressed look on his face. "Hologramatic paint," he said. "You betcha," Amber replied, striking another pose in her non-existent bikini. "The party ain't so tame now, huh?" ***** Amber took a few minutes to give everyone a demonstration on her borrowed tablet computer, showing her bridesmaids how she'd applied pre- designed patterns to the hologramatic bathing suits they were all wearing. She changed her own bikini from blue, to pink, to white, to completely missing, then back to blue again with a few swipes of her fingers. The coveralls-wearing men back at the spa had spent the last few weeks figuring out how to create a dynamic, movement-responsive, customizable swimwear algorithm for their paint jobs - painted skin was nothing new, but Amber's job was a bit trickier than what the hologramatic industry was used to. "And before anyone gets nervous," Amber said, while changing her bikini from yellow to black to orange, "it's all completely harmless, not all all like the stuff they put on cars. The whole mess'll come right off with soap 'n' water. It's been tested on human skin, with no side effects. So long as it doesn't get into your eyes and mouth." "Well, great," Jackson said sarcastically, looking down the collar of her own sundress. "All my fears have been thoroughly relieved." Amber changed her suit to blue again and locked the screen on her tablet. "Lose the dresses, ladies, and get your pale asses out on the deck. Let's get dinner goin' before we starve." They obeyed, some enthusiastically and some grudgingly. Tyler was somewhere in the middle. I'm on vacation, I'm on vacation, I'm on vacation - that was the phrase he repeated to himself as he stood on Amber's deck wearing absolutely nothing. To the unknowing eye, he was wearing a leopard-print bikini, one with upper straps that went behind his neck, and bottoms that framed his shapely ass perfectly. Amber and the rest of her bridesmaids knew better, however. They could all feel the breeze from the gulf as it coursed across their nipples and through the gaps between their thighs. The bikinis were a trick of projection, an illusion. Tyler was, technically speaking, completely nude. There was nothing separating his fantastic body from the world, other than a thin layer of muted light. Pierre had been the litmus test, when he'd walked onto the deck with his arms full of tiki torches. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary about the six gorgeous women in his presence - they were all wearing swimwear now, rather than sundresses, but that wasn't anything unexpected. He paid them no special attention and made no disconcerting comments about what they were wearing... or weren't wearing. After setting up the torches in the sand beyond Amber's deck, he went back inside to change into a pair of swim trunks. Zoe and Lola had more or less embraced their new clothing, or lack thereof. Lola's hologramatic paint job had her in a metallic gold bikini while Zoe's was forest green. Jackson's was rainbow-colored with a fish scale pattern. Paul's was a virginal white, which looked fantastic against his light-brown Korean skin. He and Tyler took it upon themselves to empty the fridge of all the food for the cookout. "Doing okay?" Tyler asked, as they passed eachother in the kitchen. Paul reached into the fridge for bottles of ketchup and mustard. "I suppose. I mean... well, you know how I said you should do as much crazy stuff as you can while you're still female?" "Yeah," Tyler said, nodding knowingly. "Then you find yourself doing crazier stuff than you'd originally planned, and it freaks you out a little bit, huh?" "A little bit." He motioned toward the exterior deck. "A lot of the girls out there have done much crazier shit than walking around the beach in a fake computer-generated bikini. Lola, Zoe, Amber... this is probably no big deal for them. Jackson seems a little bothered." "Well, good," Tyler laughed. "She's usually completely in control of everything around her. It's fun to see her brought down a couple pegs." Paul smiled and slid the back door open. "Very true," he said, as he backed out onto the deck. He brought his cargo to a table next to the grill, next to which Jackson was standing with her arms folded under her breasts. "This is all of it," said Tyler, placing two six-packs of bottled beer inside a large cooler next to the door. "That can't be all of it," Zoe said. Tyler looked at the kitchen, then back at Zoe. "What do you mean? There's nothing else in the fridge." "Well. That still can't be all of it. Where's the meat?" "We'll have it in a few minutes," Amber said, from the bottom of the staircase leading to the beach. She was tapping something into her phone with one hand and nursing a margarita with the other. "Yup. Pullin' up right now..." Over the mild rolling sound of the tide, Tyler could hear a car crunching along the gravel in Amber's driveway. Everyone turned to see what was coming - the sparkly white limo that Lola had rented for the week. Amber took a sip of her margarita. "I figured we shouldn't have to cook for ourselves. Grillin' meat isn't a woman's job, far as I'm concerned." The limo halted halfway to the house, and the passenger door opened. Out stepped a young Hispanic man with frosted hair, wearing a thin muscle shirt and a pair of Hawaiian-styled shorts. In his hands were several bulging plastic grocery bags. Pierre, who had been carefully laying beach towels in regular intervals along the sand, turned to see what had just rolled up. His eyebrows curved with interest at the sight of the young man who had just gotten out of the limo. "Now we're talking," he said, lowering his voice enough to not be heard from the driveway. Amber and her bridesmaids heard him just fine, though, and Amber chuckled mischievously. Jackson took notice as another young man followed from the limo - white skin, blond hair. "Amber," she said, "who are these people?" "The groomsmen," she said. "Plus my future husband. Plus maybe a special guest." Amber looked over her shoulder at Tyler, smirking. Tyler knew that look. He knew exactly what she meant by that look. "God dammit, Amber..." he moaned under his breath, even though he wasn't all that upset... or even all that surprised. Of course manipulating all her bridesmaids into wearing hologramatic bikinis wasn't the end of the bachelorette party surprises. She had to take it one step beyond that, for full effect, just to make her wedding weekend as unconventionally memorable as possible. She and her attendants weren't just going to be walking around the beach pseudo-nude for the next few hours - they were going to be doing it in the presence of men. And Tyler knew, before the third groomsman got out of the limo, who this 'special guest' was. His skin shivered as Ben Rosenthal emerged, wearing a tight red t-shirt and blue swim trunks, carrying a towel in one hand and a vacuum-sealed twelve-pack of bratwurst in the other. "Meat's here," Pierre said, practically licking his lips. ***** Ben tried to play it cool on the deck, shaking hands and introducing himself to everyone he didn't know - Pierre, Zoe, and lastly Paul. Paul, who somehow hadn't become tremendously uncomfortable at the arrival of several large, virile members of the currently-opposite sex. He held his composure well, all things considered. Tyler made a point to keep pace with him. Getting flustered was not an option here, no matter how much Amber had tried to ruffle everyone's feathers and catch them off guard. Smoke filled the air on the deck as the grill sparked to life. Isaac and one of his groomsmen armed themselves with cooking utensils and got to work. The other groomsmen had taken to chatting up whichever bridesmaid they fancied the most - Zoe had one guy interested in her, Lola had one... and Paul had the Hispanic groomsman in the process of fixing up a margarita for him. Even Pierre had somehow identified and cornered Isaac's gay cousin, and the two of them were hitting it off on the other end of the deck. Tyler was down on the beach pretending to straighten all the towels Pierre had laid out. As Tyler bent over, he hoped Ben would take notice and come out so they could speak privately. He also hoped desperately that the hologramatic paint job was keeping his lower privates hidden from direct view. He couldn't help feel like he was flashing the goods to everyone... and he was, even if more than half of the present company didn't know it. His nerves were entirely on edge as Ben finally extracted himself from the groomsmen and bridesmaids, joining Tyler on the beach. "Well," Ben said, offering a bottle to Tyler. "Nice night for a beach party, huh? The weather couldn't be better. Still nice and warm out here." "Yeah," Tyler said, taking the beer. "So how'd you get roped into cooking for us?" "Isaac invited me. His bachelor party is starting right after we're done here... he invited me along for that, too. Good guy. Really fun to talk to, once you get him going. Amber's lucky." Tyler smiled and took a swig from his bottle, feeling slightly less nude than he currently was. "We should probably talk." "Probably. You look great, by the way. Leopard print. Very... predatory. I like it." "Yeah," Tyler said, looking down at the ephemeral, non-existent bikini bottoms hiding his womanhood from view. "It's interesting, that's for sure." "There's something wrong, though," Ben said, leaning forward a bit. Tyler stepped away reflexively, thinking that Ben had figured out the big secret behind all the girls' swimwear. "What is it?" "Your breasts." "What about them? What's wrong?" Tyler asked, looking down at his tits, playing dumb. Oh, god, this was so embarrassing... Ben put on a smug expression. "There's only two of them." Tyler rolled his eyes, relieved. "Har har," Tyler said, glad that Ben was just making a joke. Ben flashed a sideways smile as he sat down on the nearest towel. Tyler took the next towel over, hoping that none of the thousands of tiny hologram projectors on his ass would rub off. "So," Tyler said, sitting with his legs firmly together, "we should probably talk about this job you have for me." "Yup. Can you make it happen?" "I need details." Ben cleared his throat. "Thirty people, tops. We need a hotel conference room, some catering..." "That's not the kind of details I meant. I'm talking about the other aspect of the job." Tyler turned his eyes away from Ben's. "You want me to stay with you." "I do. I really do." "Ben, you need to understand something," Tyler said, trying not to stammer. "And actually, I think you already understand it... I don't do that side of the business. I told you that when we were still on the station, the night Amber got engaged." Ben nodded. "I know." "I can do all the fundraiser planning you need me to do. But that's it. That's as far as it goes." "Works for me," Ben said, shrugging. "That's all I wanted to book you for." "Then how come you want me to move in with you for a week? You know I'm not a... freelancer." "Sure, I know that. It doesn't change the fact that I really, really like you. I asked you to come back to Earth with me, remember? If you'd said yes to that, you'd be living with me. But, well... you said no. So that's off the table now. But I'd still like to experience it, even if it's just for a few days. Having you around more. Seeing you every night when I get home from work. Eating breakfast with you in the morning. Just... being together. I want that. And if it's not something you'll do for free, then I'm more than willing to pay for it." Tyler's heart thrummed. He wasn't sure whether to smile at Ben or laugh at him. He wasn't sure if he was sitting next to an incredibly sweet, sentimental man... or just a really pathetic one. Tyler was leaning heavily towards the former. There was a sincerity in Ben's eyes that Tyler hadn't expected, and the words he spoke didn't sound fake, rehearsed, or hiding some other agenda. And Tyler was admittedly somewhat keen on the idea of spending more time with Ben. He was a good conversationalist, after all, and good company in general. Kind, generous, funny, gentlemanly... A thought struck Tyler - this conversation, in this setting, in this moment, between a handsome young man and a ravishing young woman, would have been very romantic if it wasn't so undeniably weird. And that thought made him smile. Ben leaned in to get a better look at Tyler's teeth. "Is that a yes?" "Okay, okay," Tyler said, trying hard to wrangle his mouth into something more neutral. "I'm not completely opposed to the idea. Let's leave it at that for now." "Fair enough," said Ben. "I don't need an answer until Sunday. Take your time." "Thanks," Tyler said. He looked over his shoulder at the crowd of shorts-wearing men and technically-nude women on the deck, all of them chatting and having a good time. Even Jackson had forced herself away from the wall and was talking with Isaac, as the first round of meat cooked under his watchful eyes. "I suppose we should go be social." "Up to you," Ben said. "I'm more than happy to just sit on the beach with you all night." Tyler laughed through his nose. "I'm sure you are." He and Ben stood, and Tyler looked down at his body to make sure his hologramatic bikini was still intact. The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder as they returned to the deck. People had begun lining up for buns and side dishes while Isaac served up bratwursts and burgers, fresh from the grill. Ben insisted that Tyler line up ahead of him, and Tyler was in too ladylike a mood to refuse. That conversation had gone well. Tyler felt sufficiently confident that he could take on Ben's job offer without dealing with the obvious potential risks that pop up when a man and a woman live in the same home together under the pretenses of being "just friends." Ben hadn't taken advantage of Tyler when Tyler had been at his most vulnerable, back on the station, that night in Connie's luxury suite after he'd gotten drunk out of his mind. If Ben hadn't acted like a frat boy then, the odds of him doing it when Tyler was fully on-guard were even slimmer. Tyler turned around to look up at Ben, who was smiling down on him. Something was happening in Tyler's mind and his gut... and places lower than that. He'd felt like this before, with Connie. A tingling of nerves, an emotional storm of anticipation, emptiness, inner warmth, fear, curiosity, and a vague disquiet that coursed through his whole body... he knew what this was: a need for sex. Whether it was the fact that he'd spent most of the day wearing no clothing whatsoever, or the current display of his feminine body with only illusory lights covering up his most erogenous assets, or the rush of sexual tension that can only be caused by an approaching wedding, or the surprise appearance of the only man Tyler had ever, ever, even remotely considered having sex with... whatever it was, Tyler suddenly found himself hornier than he had been in months. He quickly turned around and grabbed a plastic plate off a nearby table and plopped a scoop of potato salad on it. He ignored Ben after that. Once he had his cheeseburger and fork, Tyler left the deck and looked around for a good place to eat. Most of the girls and guys had found their way to the beach, where they sat on towels and ate their food, chatting away. Tyler joined them, sitting on a towel with Pierre on his right and Paul on his left. This was a safe place to be. Maybe his hormones would calm down a bit as he ate. He put a tiny bit of potato salad into his mouth and chewed. After a minute, Tyler noticed how Paul, who was slowly sipping a margarita, was much quieter that usual. On Paul's left was Isaac's groomsman, the Hispanic one who had been hanging close to Paul ever since he'd arrived. The groomsman reached over Paul to shake Tyler's hand and introduce himself as Esteban, Isaac's college roommate. "Apparently, Violet," Esteban said, "I'm escorting you during the recessional." "Ah," Tyler said. "Well, nice to meet you." "Likewise." He leaned down, near Paul's shoulder. "Do you know who's escorting you, May?" "Uh," Paul said, with a nervous tint in his voice. "Huh-uh. I'm not sure." "Well, he's a lucky man, whoever he is." Paul smiled weakly and took a swig of margarita. Something was up with him, obviously, but Tyler wasn't about to pry while in mixed company like this. He sat in silence and ate, listening to Pierre flirt shamelessly with Isaac's gay groomsman. The two of them were sharing the same towel. ***** Hours later, as the sun set over the Gulf, the men all got up to leave for their bachelor party. Pierre accepted a last-minute invite from the young man he'd been flirting with throughout dinner. Isaac promised Amber that he wouldn't get up to too much trouble, though he couldn't say the same for the rest of the guys. Esteban looked pretty bummed out to be leaving the side of cute little May Young, though he swore to find her during the reception to pick up where they left off. "Great. Yeah. See you then," Paul said unconvincingly. Tyler, who had scarcely made eye contact with Ben since everyone had started eating, decided to walk with Ben to the car. Lola gave Tyler a glare, as she was wont to do any time Tyler and Ben were within fifty miles of eachother. "So, you'll think about it, right?" Ben asked. "Like I said, I really could use your help, and I'd really like to have you around for a week." Tyler put his hands behind his backside, as his unsupported breasts wobbled with every step he took. "I'll think about it. I won't keep you waiting until Sunday, though. I'll let you know tomorrow." "I'd appreciate it. The more time I have to get this thing planned, the better." Ben put a hand on the small of Tyler's back as they approached the limo, causing Tyler to flinch in surprise. Ben's touch ended as soon as it started, though, and he gave Tyler a friendly wave as he clambered through the door and sat down. A shiver persisted along Tyler's spine as the other groomsmen loaded into the car and drove off into the evening. Amber and her bridesmaids tidied up on the deck for the next few minutes. Tyler kept a close eye on Paul, who was clearly struggling to be his normal extroverted self. Once everything was clean enough for Amber's standards, everyone went back down to the beach and laid out on their towels as the moon rose overhead. Everyone except Paul had a drink in their hands. "Oh, by the way," Amber said suddenly. "So, uh... me 'n' Isaac are gonna need the house to ourselves tomorrow night, for obvious reasons. We're startin' the honeymoon here. Not like I don't like havin' all you girls around... but y'all are gonna need to pack up and get the hell out tomorrow mornin'. There's seven or eight hotel rooms that Isaac booked for his out-of-towners that nobody ended up claimin'... so y'all are free to use those tomorrow night. Our treat." "Works for me," Zoe said. Tyler and the other bridesmaids agreed. Paul nodded silently. "Also," Jackson said, looking right and left toward the faces of her employees, "I'd like to make something clear about tomorrow. You are all off the clock. You are not expected to work tomorrow... nor are you allowed to." "Uh, yeah," Amber said with cocked eyebrows. "Please don't be handin' out business cards at my weddin', if it's not to much to ask." Jackson held up a finger, and Amber shut up. "That said," Jackson continued, "should any of you ladies find yourself enamored with one of the groomsmen - or any other fellows present - you are more than welcome to... accompany them after the reception is over." Lola rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks, mom." "No need to be snide. I just want to make sure we're all on the same wavelength." The beach went silent, apart from the rolling waves, as everyone looked out onto the gulf while mulling over what Jackson had just said. Tyler wondered how long it had been since Zoe or Lola had been intimate with someone without money involved. Hell, even Tyler himself had been compensated for the times he had sex with Connie, even though he didn't know that until after the acts had been performed. Thinking about Connie made Tyler's earlier horniness come back with full force. He squirmed around on his beach towel as the cool night air wafted over his bare nipples and pussy, waiting for a good time to excuse himself so he could administer some relief to his female flesh. Paul suddenly rose from his own towel and hugged himself tightly below his breasts. "I'm getting kind of cold," he said. "I think I'll go in and grab a shower." "Aw, you go right ahead, May," Amber said. "Thanks for bein' such a good sport today. That all musta been real weird for you." Paul pulled away to catch his breath. "Yeah. It was weird, but it was... well, I had a good time. G'night, everyone." He skipped into the house and slid the deck door shut behind him. Tyler felt obligated to go have a chat with Paul to see what had been bothering him for the last hours, and so he excused himself under the pretense of needing to use the bathroom. He went inside, climbed the staircase, and put his ear to Paul's bedroom door before knocking lightly. "Yeah?" Paul said from inside. "May? It's... Violet. Can I come in for a sec?" Tyler heard footsteps on the other side of the door. It opened, and there stood Paul, diminutive in stature and still wearing his little white hologramatic bikini. The light in Paul's ensuite bathroom was on. "Hey," Paul said in his small, cute voice. "Everything okay?" "I'm fine," Tyler said. He came into Paul's room, closed the door behind him, and sat on the bed. The comforter felt cool against his bare ass. "You seemed... out of sorts back there. Are you alright?" Paul sighed and joined Tyler on the bed, his legs dangling over the side. "I guess so. It's just... okay, this is kind of embarrassing, but I guess I can talk to you about it. You of all people." "Sure," Tyler said. "I'm all ears." "Out there, on the deck, and on the beach. I started getting... I don't know what the word is. Excited. Kind of tingly. Ever since we were at the bridal boutique, I've been thinking about tonight. And I've been planning on..." He paused, trying to get the courage to say the word aloud. "Masturbating." Tyler smiled comfortingly. "Good. Good for you, Paul. The female orgasm is pretty great, I'll admit. You should definitely..." "Yeah, but," Paul interrupted, "when we were out on the beach, in just our bikinis, basically naked, with all the groomsmen around... with Esteban, and how he's obviously... interested in me... it just made me more excited." He looked up at Tyler with concerned eyes. "Has that ever happened to you?" Tyler sighed, knowing there was no reason not to tell the truth. "Yeah. I've been there. More than once. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about... y'know... doing it. With another..." "Exactly," said Paul. "I'm just... confused. And kind of frustrated. And... like I said, it's embarrassing, but I'm really... I'm just..." Paul looked away from Tyler, folded his hands in his lap, staring blankly at the bedroom wall. Paul looked strangely attractive in this moment. Tyler thought the May Young body was extremely cute, perfectly proportioned, and undeniably attractive... but there was more to it now. Paul looked unsure and virginal, flustered but still adorable, anticipatory of something he had never experienced. And excited. Very, very excited. Tyler found himself getting excited, too. He sensed something coming over him, possibly inspired by the leopard-print hologramatic bikini he wore. He felt catlike, on the prowl. His horniness hadn't subsided during the conversation with Paul; and, in fact, it was now starting to focus itself upon the lovely little Korean woman sitting next to him on the bed. An idea formed in Tyler's head. A crazy idea... but then again, Paul had always stressed the importance of embracing the crazy. The more Tyler thought about it, the better and less crazy it sounded, and after many long seconds of silence he finally decided to act upon it. He readied his most sultry voice, put an arm around Paul's bare waist, and leaned into his ear. "You're horny, Paul," Tyler breathed, saying Paul's male name for the first time since the spaceport. Paul swallowed. "Oh," he said, pretending to be surprised. Tyler placed a finger on Paul's chin, turning his face until the two met eye to eye. "Should we do something about it?" Paul cracked a thin smile. He kept his hands folded in his lap and waited while Tyler stood up, walked barefoot across the carpet, and locked the bedroom door. Tyler wordlessly returned to Paul, bent over at the waist, and gave Paul a soft, warm, lingering kiss on the lips. No tongue and no forceful movement - just enough of a kiss to test the waters and ensure that Paul truly wanted what Tyler had in mind. When Paul brought a hand up and rested it against Tyler's cheek, Tyler knew. He pulled slowly away from Paul's lips, looked deep into his eyes, took his hand, and goaded him off the bed. They tiptoed into the bathroom together, fingers lightly entwined. ***** The shower stall wouldn't have comfortably occupied both of them, if Tyler and Paul had still been men. With their current smaller, shorter bodies, however, there was room to spare. They each brought a washcloth in with them, shut the frosted glass door, and turned on the water. It was cold at first, but soon warmed up to a pleasant heat that filled the stall with steam. Tyler soaped up his washcloth and began gently rubbing it over Paul's body, starting with his shoulders. Tyler could tell that Paul still had some reservations about this, despite his obvious, silent enthusiasm. The tender washing continued down Paul's arms, over his tummy, down his legs, and all over his back. The hologramatic paint came off with a minimum of scrubbing. Soap and water did the trick, just like Amber had said. Soon, the bright white bikini was all gone save for the portions covering Paul's breasts, pussy, and ass. Tyler didn't want to touch any of Paul's unique female anatomy just yet. Not until Paul was ready for it. Tyler held the washcloth behind his back with both hands. "My turn," he said to Paul, who seemed part disappointed and part relieved that his privates were still covered in the soft hologramatic light. Paul nervously brought his own soapy washcloth up to Tyler's shoulders and began working away at the leopard-print paint job. The lather and hot water felt great on Tyler's body, and Paul had a very sensual way of working the washcloth. He'd probably done this kind of thing with other lovers in the past. Tyler smiled and hummed contentedly as Paul rubbed away. After a few minutes, the thin straps of Tyler's bikini top and bottoms were gone, leaving his privates covered just as Paul's were. Paul backed away from his subject and stood still, as if awaiting instructions. Tyler cocked his head and looked at Paul's eyes through the steam. "Keep going, Paul," he said. Hesitating, Paul eventually took half a step forward, bringing his washcloth up to Tyler's left breast. He lowered it gently on the top of the leopard-print triangle covering Tyler's nipple and began lightly scrubbing, clearly a little unnerved at what he had been asked to do. "Don't call me that," he said in his tiny voice. "It's May, all right?" "May," Tyler said as Paul's washcloth reached the nipple. "Very pretty name." Paul look at Tyler sternly. "Not as pretty as Violet." Tyler snickered. This was a fun bit of back-and-forth, he had to admit. They were jabbing at eachother playfully, but still a bit competitively, as if trying to figure out which one of them was the girliest... and which one of them was giving in to their female body, hormones, and urges the easiest. But Tyler felt something in the tension between them, and he knew they weren't competing over who could better retain their masculinity - rather, they were competing over who could face the world with the least amount of discomfort and unease, who could embrace their feminine side the most. Paul finished with Tyler's breast, then tentatively moved the washcloth down, down, down to Tyler's painted pussy. Paul hesitated again as Tyler spread his long, statuesque legs apart, allowing access between his thighs. Paul scrubbed carefully over the lower lips, eliciting pleasurable sighs from Tyler's mouth. Soon Paul had cleaned all the hologramatic paint from Tyler's lower body, and Tyler was once again nude to the world, not just to himself. When it was Tyler's turn to finish cleaning Paul's bikini off, he did things in a different order and a different level of intimacy. He started by scrubbing Paul's backside and taint, as slowly and teasingly as he could; then the breasts, deliberately ignoring Paul's nipples and areolae while cleaning everything surrounding them. While the centerpieces of Paul's tits were still painted the virginal white of his bikini, Tyler moved in closer until their hips were only a couple inches apart. He touched Paul's labia with the cloth and began to stroke it gently, maintaining eye contact as he worked. Paul gasped with surprised pleasure as Tyler continued his ministrations on his cunt. Soon the paint on Paul's labia was all gone, and all that remained was his areolae and nipples. Tyler took Paul's washcloth out of his hand, lathered both washcloths with fresh soap, and handed them to Paul. "I'll let you finish up top," Tyler said, moving another inch closer to the cute little Korean woman before him. "Both at once." Paul obeyed, bringing both washcloths up to his nipples, which had hardened over the course of the shower. He began slowly rubbing around them in circles as his breathing became louder. When Paul was sufficiently enthralled with his nipple play, Tyler reached his hand toward Paul's pussy once again. Paul let out a tiny gasp as Tyler began gently tracing the length of Paul's split with his fingers. Tyler tried to judge how aroused Paul was, and how close he was to climax. Only a few minutes at most, Tyler decided. All this foreplay had really done a number on him. A minute later, Paul dropped the washcloths on the shower floor and began rolling, pinching, and twisting his nipples with his bare hands as Tyler's fingers continued probing. Tyler slipped a single finger through the outer folds and into Paul's damp vagina, causing Paul to gasp more, and louder. Tyler began to massage Paul's engorged clit with his thumb while Paul drew closer and closer to his first female orgasm. At last the damn burst and Paul shuddered mightily as the sensations of climax coursed through his entire body. He used one hand to steady himself against the shower's back wall, and the other to cover his mouth, muffling his excited moans. Tyler withdrew his fingers from Paul's pussy and watched the proceedings with a smug, accomplished grin on his face. Seconds later, Paul fell to his knees, now c