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Paul went out into the hallway wearing a red nightgown and housecoat, checking to make sure the coast was clear. Once confident that nobody else was upstairs, he signaled to Tyler, who made a quick, butt-naked dash from Paul's room to his own. Yes, there was nothing wrong about what they had just done; and yes, they were both immensely glad that they'd done it... but that was the kind of thing that stayed a secret between the two satisfied participants, whether they were men, women, or a little bit of both. Safely back in his room, Tyler turned on a light and furiously dried his hair, then brushed it out until it looked more-or-less like it had before, then put on the first dress he could find. Having covered his and Paul's tracks, he left his bedroom and went back downstairs. The other girls had left the beach and assembled on the deck, all four of them sitting around a wide round table. Amber looked up as Tyler slid the back door open and stepped onto the deck. "Aw, you're done already?" Amber said, clearly disappointed that her friend and wedding planner was no longer walking around with nothing but projected light to cover his lady parts. "Coward," Lola said under her breath. Jackson elbowed her to shut up. Tyler ignored her. "Yeah, sorry, Amber. Business calls. You said we needed to get all packed up tonight, and I have way more to pack than everyone else. I figured I should get an early start on it. And, y'know, the air conditioning makes it a lot colder in here than it is out there on the beach... that's why I changed into a dress." "Hmm," said Amber, nonplussed. "Fair enough." "Yeah. So... what happened to everyone's underwear and clothes? You took everything at the boutique and the spa, and we never got it back." Amber groaned, realizing her bachelorette party was coming to an end, and went back into the house to get everyone's pilfered clothing. Tyler soon had his blouse, skirt, bra, panties, and navel ring back in his possession... and, more importantly, all the girls had bought his story on why he was currently fully clothed. Nobody suspected a thing. Back in his room, Tyler packed his life up again. Everyone else, save Amber, eventually started packing their own things, and the night passed without any more excitement, apart from everyone watching Pierre stumble upstairs after he returned from Isaac's bachelor party. The next morning was the calm before the storm, where everyone enjoyed breakfast and coffee and the mild Gulf breeze for as long as time would allow. Then began a mad rush of activity - a van from the hotel came by to drop off everyone's room keys and pick up everyone's overnight luggage, the bridal boutique owner came by to deliver everyone's lingerie and gowns and shoes, Pierre set up a bunch of makeshift hairdressing stations and vanities, Amber handed out matching pairs of gold stud earrings with pink heart-shaped stones in the center to each of her bridesmaids, and everyone spent the next three hours getting themselves as pretty as possible. Pierre tasked himself exclusively with Amber, while the bridesmaids were fending for themselves. Lola casually reminded everyone that their panties needed to be worn on top of their garters, unless they wanted to have a difficult time using the ladies' room later. Tyler, the resident expert on how everyone's flamingo-pink gowns were supposed to be worn, inspected everyone's sashes, sleeves, organza ruffles, and butterfly bows thoroughly. Zoe constantly leaned over into Paul's vanity, giving him tips on how to best do his hair and makeup for a day like this. Tyler surreptitiously listened in and followed along. Eventually, all the bridesmaids had beautiful up-do hairstyles and flattering makeup to match, while the blushing bride looked better than she ever had before. Once Pierre was done with his artistry, and once Amber had been helped into her wedding gown, she took a single fleeting glance at herself in a full-length mirror and had to be dragged away from it before her stunned, joyful tears washed all her mascara away. She promised not to look at herself again before the reception at the earliest. Everyone gathered their purses, hitched up their skirts, and began the short but treacherous high-heeled walk down Amber's unpaved driveway. In the sparkly white limo, on the way to the chapel, Jackson casually mentioned to Pierre that he started his new job at Ringed Amusements in two weeks. At the chapel, Amber and her bridesmaids posed for several group and solo pictures under the guidance of three professional photographers, which was more than a little unnerving for Tyler. He'd never been one for photographs... and he'd never had one taken of him in his current body, apart from the one Raj used for his forged passport. Nevertheless, Tyler smiled and posed enthusiastically in his bubblegum pink, mermaid- style gown - he was happy to be a part of it all, thrilled with what he was wearing and how he looked, and wanting Amber to have nothing but fond memories of her special day. He watched Paul closely during the photo session. Paul looked... different, somehow. He looked, talked, and acted more confident in his feminine self than Tyler had seen before. Tyler wasn't the only one who noticed, either. During one of Paul's solo shots, Zoe pulled Tyler aside. "May seems... extremely put-together," she said in her hushed voice. "That spa day must have really done it for her." "Apparently," Tyler said. He caught Paul's eye for a brief second, and Paul looked away again... though not in a shy or embarrassed way. He simply acted like he had something on his mind. Tyler had a pretty damn good idea of what it might be. And Tyler had something on his own mind, too - the upcoming reception, and his anticipated evening with Ben Rosenthal - talking, probably dancing, almost certainly kissing; and, ultimately, Tyler using his puller one more time on Ben's smartphone. Maybe. Tyler realized with annoyance that he still hadn't determined what he was going to do. He could either take on Ben's job offer and pay off the debt owed to Jackson, or he could pull Ben's data and take it to Dennis to be sold off to the highest bidder, but not both - trying to have his cake and eat it too was simply too risky. It was a brutal decision to make. Both options were profitable, both had their disadvantages. He needed more time to think. Even when the photographs ended, he still hadn't made a decision. By the time the chapel had filled with guests and he was lined up in procession order with the other bridesmaids, he still hadn't made a decision. As he walked down the aisle, holding a bouquet of pink and white roses, stepping carefully on his heels under the ruffled organza below his knees, smiling demurely as he looked forward, to the to the sound of Pachelbel being played on the organ... he still hadn't decided. He watched on happily as Amber, looking beyond stunning in her wedding gown, held Isaac's hands and blubbered her vows. He often found himself looking out into the crowd, on the bride's side of the aisle, at Ben... who certainly looked sharp in his well-tailored suit with a gray and blue striped tie that really set off his hazel eyes. Ben wasn't paying attention to the bride and groom. His interest was elsewhere, on the buxom girl with the auburn hair who stood fourth in the line of bridesmaids. Tyler blushed every time he and Ben made eye contact. The ceremony was short, and soon Tyler was doing his part in the recessional, arm-in-arm with Esteban as the small crowd in the chapel clapped and cheered for the happy couple. Ben flared his eyebrows as Tyler walked back down the aisle, impressed at what he saw. Tyler smiled toothily back, unable to hide his appreciation for all of Ben's silent flattery. After the second round of pictures, the entire bridal party save Amber and Isaac piled into the sparkly white limo and rushed off to the reception. The hotel ballroom was decorated exactly as Tyler had planned, with classic white tablecloths and spotless stemware, nice highbacked seating for twelve at the head table, lowbacked seating for thirty-two occupying the rest of the space. It was a smallish room for a smallish wedding, and it looked perfect. Tyler placed his purse under his chair at the head table, put his hands on his hips, and looked on appreciatively as the guests took their seats and the waiters came around with wine bottles. "Admiring your handiwork?" said someone from Tyler's side. Tyler recognized the voice instantly and turned towards it. "A little bit," he said, to Ben, who had both hands in his pockets. "It turned out really well, if I say so myself." "You did great. Really great. Most of the weddings I've been to are obnoxious and extravagant. This one's... more personal. Much better." Tyler looked up at Ben and grinned. "Well, thanks. It was a lot of work." "I won't keep you," said Ben, as he took a couple steps toward his assigned table. "I get dibs on the first open dance with you, okay?" "Sure," Tyler said with a tiny giggle. He took his seat at the head table between Jackson and Paul, drumming his purple-painted nails on the tablecloth while the waitstaff brought out the first round of dinner plates. Throughout the meal, many people came up to congratulate Isaac and Amber on their nuptials. Isaac's gay cousin - embarrassingly, Tyler still hadn't caught his name - left the head table for a few minutes to hang around Pierre's shoulder. Esteban, unexpectedly, abandoned his plate half-full to come over and flirt with Paul a bit. The two of them talked with ease, and Tyler noticed Paul's newfound confidence once again. Paul had looked uncomfortable and somewhat scared on the beach last night, but now none of that remained. He had found his element and was doing a great job of not getting overwhelmed from all of Esteban's shameless attention. When Esteban finally left to finish his dinner, Tyler leaned toward Paul. "Enjoying yourself?" Paul stabbed some vegetables with his fork. "Immensely," he said, taking a mouthful and chewing it. "Okay. Well, be careful." "Pff, no. Hell no. Forget being careful." On Tyler's other side, a smile had formed on Jackson's lips as she eavesdropped. Paul waved lightly at a passing waiter, indicating that he wanted some more wine. "I'm on vacation, Violet," Paul continued forcefully. "Careful is out. Crazy is in." "Hear, hear," Jackson said, raising her own wineglass and taking a sip. Now Tyler knew for sure what was on Paul's mind: sex. Planned and plotted sex, with the person who had taken the most interest in him. Paul might as well have written FUCK ME, ESTEBAN on his forehead in bright red hologramatic paint, such was his lack of subtlety. Tyler marveled at how Paul could be so willing, so interested in the prospect of having his feminine virginity taken. And Tyler was partly responsible for it, he knew. Tyler had encouraged Paul to take full advantage of his womanly assets, and had driven Paul to his first feminine orgasm in the shower last night. A switch had been flipped in Paul's biology and Tyler's fingerprints were all over it - literally and figuratively. Tyler wasn't sure whether to be amused, ashamed, or aroused. Something had come over Tyler, too... something that made him know, deep inside, that the impromptu cunnilingus session he'd had with Paul last night had been enjoyable but ultimately unsatisfying. Connie Giordano had spoken to this, months ago in her room at Pyramid Suites, regarding one of the theoretical differences between males and females - for women, the more they have sex, the more they want sex. Tyler believed deeply in that theory right now. ***** After the customary dances between the various members of the bridal party, everyone split off to sit back down or find other partners. Amber and Isaac stayed glued together at the hands. Zoe and Lola remained with their originally-assigned groomsmen. Jackson was approached by an older man with salt-and-pepper hair, and she accepted his invitation to dance. Paul strode purposefully over to Esteban and dragged him onto the floor. Tyler stood with hands demurely folded over his dress and waited for Ben, who arrived slowly and wrapped his right arm around Tyler's waist. "Finally, my turn," Ben said, taking up Tyler's right hand in his own left. The DJ played a briskly-paced oldie from the late 21st century as all the dancing couples swept around the wooden floor. Tyler let several songs go by before thinking about business again. He was enjoying himself, after all. He was on vacation. Business could wait until the tempo of the music slowed. Eventually the more subdued dances came around on the DJ's playlist, and Tyler found himself chest-to-chest with his handsome partner. Zoe and Lola by now had mingled to other tables in the ballroom and were watching with amusement as May Young got more and more comfortable with herself... and with Esteban. Jackson was chatting with Isaac on the periphery as Amber took a well-deserved breather back at the head table. Tyler closed his eyes, resting his head in the crook of Ben's neck as they rocked back and forth on the dance floor, swaying to the music in time. "This is nice," Tyler said, aloud, instinctively. It was the kind of thing he would have immediately regretted saying, if this had been a few months ago, back on Saturn Beta. But he felt good saying it now, without reservation, without lying. He enjoyed the feeling of the pink bridesmaid dress, how it hugged his body tight and flowed out with ruffles below his knees. He loved the tensile feeling of the garter belt and stockings he wore underneath. He liked knowing that he looked truly beautiful today, second fiddle only to Amber. And he genuinely enjoyed Ben's embrace - he felt safe here, relaxed, appreciated, unworried. "Better than nice," Ben agreed. "I could do this all night." "I'm sure you'd get bored eventually." "With you around? No chance." He put both of his hands over Tyler's posterior, pinching at the large butterfly bow he found there. "Especially since you have all this interesting stuff on your dress to play around with." Tyler giggled and raised his head, looking up at Ben's eyes. "So... I hate to bring up business in the middle of a wedding, but we should talk about this fundraiser of yours." Crinkling his lips, Ben looked off to the side. "Can I level with you? It's not, per se, a fundraiser." "Oh, god," Tyler moaned. This was the part where Ben admitted that his planned event was fake, and that the only reason he wanted to book Tyler for a week was to get under his skirt. Tyler shook his head slightly and took a step back. He should have known that the promise of having his debt paid off was too good to be true... "It's not a fundraiser," Ben continued. "I honestly don't know what it is. An investors dinner meeting, maybe? I've invited a bunch of financial bigwigs from all over the southeast. The board at my family's company has decided to let me take charge of a new investment strategy... but under the condition that I wasn't forcing our company to take all the financial risk." Ben sighed, looking embarrassed about what he had to say next. "Basically, I'm going to be begging high-ranking people from big companies to let me play around with their money." "Oh," Tyler said, relieved at the news. "Okay. Well, that sounds... fine." "So you'll plan it for me?" Tyler bit his bottom lip. "I'm... still not quite sure. I know I told you I'd give you an answer tonight, but... well, the night's young. You'll have to wait a while longer." "That's fine. Especially if it means I get to dance with you more." Smiling, Tyler returned his cheek to Ben's chest. He thought about everything Ben had just said, everything he and Jackson had talked about when she first brought up Ben's job offer... he tried to imagine what a week with Ben would entail, tried to imagine how the not-really-a- fundraiser would go, and who would be there, and what Ben would need him to do... An idea hit Tyler like a bolt of lightning. His eyes widened with inspiration, and his pulse quickened. He ran it through his mind over and over again, looking for flaws, and risks, and loopholes. He found none. It was perfect. More perfect than any idea he'd had since first targeting Ben Rosenthal on the docking spindle. Now he knew he could get his debt paid off by being Ben's event planner and houseguest, while still running an info-brokering scam in the process... a scam that would be considerably more profitable than originally planned. And furthermore, Dennis would never doubt Tyler's abilities again. Tyler was about to have his cake and eat it too... and it was going to be a huge, huge piece of cake. "Who wants cake?" Amber shouted from across the hotel ballroom. Tyler unwrapped his arms from around Ben's body, then lightly grasped Ben's hand. "Me," said Tyler, to Ben, as they threaded their fingers together. Amber started waving a ribbon-wrapped knife in the air, demanding her new husband come over and help her cut the cake. ***** Tyler, with a newly-minted plan in his head, was finally able to completely relax. He was in a really good mood as he enjoyed his small plate of raspberry cream cake. Ben seemed to like his, too. Once they had finished their cake, Tyler coyly put a diamond-studded fingertip on Ben's chin to get his attention. Then he leaned forward and gave Ben a gentle, warm kiss on the lips. It seemed like the thing to do. And Tyler was in such a good mood that he wanted to spread his own happiness around... and no better person to spread it to than Ben Rosenthal. "I'll do it," Tyler said, once the kiss ended. "Yeah?" Ben said. "Great! You think you can pull it off in a week?" "Sure. Easily," said Tyler. "Well, good. I'm glad. I'm really glad. It'll be great to have you around all week. I feel like we barely got to know eachother at all when we were still on Saturn Beta. It'll be fun." Tyler reached over and rubbed Ben's leg. "I hope so." Ben took this as an invitation to scoot his chair closer to Tyler, resting his arm around Tyler's exposed upper back. Tyler leaned his head on Ben's shoulder, and the two of them watched the remaining dancing couples out on the floor. Jackson was out there once more, cutting a rug with Pierre, who was clearly thrilled with life in general right now. Lola and Isaac had paired up, too - Tyler assumed that Lola was using the opportunity lecture Isaac on how to conduct himself for the rest of his life. And Paul... well, Paul was at the head table, with Esteban sitting next to him, feeding eachother small bites of cake. Paul giggled openly every time he successfully navigated the tines of his fork into Esteban's waiting mouth. "Jesus," Tyler said, watching the sickly-sweet display of affection. He nodded toward Paul and Esteban, prompting Ben to look over there as well. "They've barely known eachother for a single day." Ben stifled a laugh. "Yeah, well, weddings have a way of doing that to people. Who is she, anyway? I don't recognize her. Was she at the saloon event?" "Um..." Tyler said, trying to remember. Yes, Paul had been at the saloon event, but back then he looked and acted a hell of a lot different than he did now. Tyler struggled for the best way to answer Ben's question. Just then, the DJ tapped on his microphone and demanded that all the single men head out to the dance floor for the garter toss. Ben smiled, gave Tyler's organza-covered knee a playful squeeze, and got up. Many other men lined up as well, including Pierre, Esteban, and the rest of Isaac's groomsmen. Isaac knelt in front of Amber and reached his hands under her dress, and as the garter was snapped and flew through the air, Tyler knew what was coming next... and what would be expected of him. Pierre, of all people, caught the garter. Seconds later, Amber rose from her chair in the middle of the dance floor and took a deep breath. "All right, y'all!" she shouted. "Get your asses on out here! Lola, Violet, Zoe, all of y'all. Jackson, I know you ain't married neither. C'mon!" Tyler sighed, resigned to his fate, and walked out to the dance floor for the bouquet toss. Surprisingly (or maybe not...) Paul left the head table and came out as well. May Young's arrival on the dance floor caused a massive hoopla among Amber and all the bridesmaids... and the rest of the wedding guests were suitably confused, wondering why it was such a big deal that the cute little Korean girl had decided to participate in the bouquet toss. "This one's coming straight for ya, May," Amber said, as she turned around and counted down from three. The bouquet of red roses went over her head, into the air, and arced downward toward the crowd of single ladies. Tyler's closed his eyes and turned his head away as his hands went up instinctively, and he took a defensive step backwards... and then felt the unmistakable sensastion of flower stems, tightly wrapped in satin, nestled comfortably between his thumbs and index fingers. The weight of the bouquet barely registered in Tyler's mind as he reflexively gripped his accidental catch. Ben and Pierre cheered the loudest, though Jackson made a scene as well. Tyler finally opened his eyes and glanced at the lovely flowers that had found his hands, then looked around the room at Amber, and Pierre, and Zoe, and Lola, and Ben, and Paul, and finally Jackson... and he began laughing hysterically. There was really no other way to react. ***** Everyone assembled outside to see the bride and groom off. Amber thanked everyone for coming, then singled out Tyler and gave him one of her trademark bear hugs. Tyler felt his breasts being crushed as he hugged her back. "Thank you so much for everything, darlin'," Amber gushed, sounding like she was about to cry. "Everything was perfect today. Just perfect. You earned that bouquet." Tyler pried himself away from Amber's clutches. "You're welcome, Amber. My pleasure. I'm glad you're so happy." "Happiest day of my life, easily. Ain't that the way it's s'posed to be? Well, it's true. Never been happier." She backed away from Tyler, then gave Lola a crushing hug, while Isaac waited patiently in the sparkly white self-driving limo. Lola eventually insisted that Amber attend to her husband, and soon the happy couple sped off as the sun set over the gulf. As everyone cheered and waved, Lola sidled over to Tyler and tugged on his elbow. "Hey," she said. Tyler turned to her. "Hey, Lola." "So," she stammered, like she was about to admit to a crime she'd committed ten years ago. "You, uh... you did a good job. With everything. The wedding and reception and so on." Tyler reeled. This was, without question, the nicest thing Lola had ever said to him. It was probably the only nice thing she'd ever said to him, now that he thought about it. "So, thanks," Lola continued, as most of the wedding guests headed back inside the hotel. "It means a lot to Amber, but it means a lot to me too. I mean, obviously, Amber's really important to me. We're basically sisters." Smiling and nodding, Tyler scanned Lola's face for any hints of sarcasm. He found none. "Yeah," he said, "She told me about you. About how you two came to Beta in the first place." Lola smirked. "She told you about all that, huh?" "She told me all of it. Like about how you were willing to... freelance on her behalf." "That was a long time ago." Tyler shook his head. "Still... I'm glad Amber had someone looking out for her." "All right, all right," Lola said dismissively. "That's enough mush for one night. Let's see about getting some more booze." Tyler laughed as Lola left his side. If that was her idea of an apology for how she'd treated him back on the station, he was more than willing to accept it. Everyone proceeded back into the hotel ballroom, though many of the guests only returned to grab their things and head back out. Jackson decided to bail as well, citing how she had to get up really early the next morning to take care of some business matters, and went to the nearby elevator down the hall. Many of the groomsmen left for the hotel bar. Pierre invited Isaac's gay cousin on a private walk down Este Golfo's main street. Zoe and Lola elected to join the groomsmen at the bar, once they discovered that the reception waiters had stopped serving alcohol. Tyler felt compelled to see the reception to its conclusion, so he waited for everyone else to leave... including Paul, who grabbed Esteban's hand and made a sneaky retreat when he thought Tyler wasn't paying attention. When just Tyler, Ben, and the waitstaff remained in the reception ballroom, Tyler decided it was time to leave. He grabbed his purse from the head table, said a quick thank-you to all of the catering staff, and walked out atop his 3-inch heels, hand-in-hand with Ben. Tyler had another reason for wanting to be the last bridesmaid to leave. He had extracurricular plans for the night, and he didn't want Jackson or the other girls giving him a hard time about them... because Paul Mayfield wasn't the only formerly-male Ringed Amusements employee who wanted to take full advantage of his temporary vacation from real life, to do something crazy. Tyler's good mood from earlier hadn't subsided - in fact, it had only increased since he'd caught the bouquet, which was now held in Ben's right hand. "Remind me to get those flowers preserved," Tyler said, leading Ben toward the elevator, kicking the wavy organza hem of his dress with every step, and pointing at the bouquet. "I'm sure Amber would like to have them as a keepsake." "I'm sure she would," replied Ben. They reached the elevator hub, and Ben let go of Tyler's hand to press the up button. "Again, great job on planning everything. I know Amber was impressed. I was, too." Tyler smiled confidently. "Thank you. Your non-fundraiser will be even better." "Good," Ben said. His hand found the back of Tyler's dress, where he tugged on the U-shaped sash hiding the zipper pull tab. The tugging caused Tyler's neck to tilt back and his breasts to jut upward, which Ben enjoyed immensely. Tyler tittered girlishly as Ben came in for a kiss. Tyler's heart swelled with fondness for his wedding date, his dance partner, his soon-to-be temporary employer. Tyler relished this moment, reveling in his happiness. Because the thing that made him happiest of all was that Ben Rosenthal, this wonderful gentleman who made Tyler feel content and beautiful, was no longer a target of Tyler's scams. Tyler now had bigger, better, more profitable plans for his info-brokering business, and they didn't involve exposing Ben's data to the open market. He held Ben tightly around the waist as they kissed, savoring the warmth of his lips and body. Their mouths remained locked until the elevator doors opened. Ben ended the kiss and let go of the sash behind Tyler's back, then the two of them stepped into the elevator car. Tyler pressed the button for the 3rd floor and opened his burgundy leather purse to take out his hotel room keycard. As he dug through the contents of the purse, he realized something - he hadn't put the puller in here. It must still have been in his smallest suitcase, the one with the well-hidden interior pocket that zipped closed. This was entirely unlike him. Tyler prided himself on his preparedness. It was as if he had subconsciously sabotaged his potential plan to pull the data off of Ben's phone tonight... While Tyler came to terms with what he'd forgotten to do, Ben pushed an elevator button - for the 12th floor, the highest in the entire hotel. Tyler looked up at Ben. "You're staying here, too?" "Well, yeah," Ben said, shrugging, as the elevator doors closed. "Most of the out-of-towners are staying here. I was a late comer, though, so I had to book my own room. And they only had top-floor suites left." "Ah," Tyler said. The elevator rose and the seconds passed. Tyler forgot about the puller for a moment, and his heart began thundering beneath his D-cup breasts in anticipation of what was about to come. As the 3rd floor approached, Tyler decided to alter his extracurricular plans, ever so slightly. The elevator bell dinged and the doors slid open. Tyler rotated slightly toward Ben, then reopened his purse and coyly, but obviously, placed his keycard back in it. Ben looked dumbly into the 3rd floor hallway, then down at the lovely pink-clad bridesmaid before him. "This is your floor." "Yeah..." Tyler said, letting the word drag as he spoke it. He brought a hand up to Ben's striped tie, then began twisting the fabric between his fingers. Ben cleared his throat nervously. "I take it you're not getting off." "Hmm," Tyler said as the elevator doors slid closed again. "That depends." Smiling at what Tyler was implying, Ben reached a hand out and brushed it against Tyler's cheek, then twirled a finger through one of Tyler's wavy auburn locks. The tension in the air grew palpable, and Tyler could feel himself getting wet under his gown. He kept playing with Ben's tie while bringing his other hand to Ben's belt buckle. His hand drifted downward, slowly, over Ben's pants zipper. The two of them maintained strict eye contact with eachother as the elevator made the agonizingly slow ascent to the 12th floor. "Remember the time you invited me into your room for coffee?" Ben said with a smirk. Tyler pressed his palm gently forward on Ben's zipper, stopping movement only when he felt the engorged flesh within. "Vividly," he said. "That was a rough night." "Forget about it," Tyler said as the elevator finally reached the 12th floor. "I mean that literally. I'll forget what happened if you forget what happened." "Done and done," Ben replied. Exiting the elevator, Ben directed Tyler down the hallway. They walked as briskly as Tyler's heels, and the surrounding pink organza ruffles, would let them. Ben took a keycard out of his jacket pocket and pressed it against the scanner outside his suite. The magnetic lock disarmed as Tyler's heartbeat continued racing. This wasn't at all like the last time he and Ben walked through a hotel hallway together - there was no second-guessing on Tyler's part, no masculine reluctance to take the ultimate female plunge. Every inch of his voluptuous body craved what was coming next. ***** Ben swung the suite door inward, grabbed Tyler's hand, and pulled him in. Ben placed Amber's bouquet on a nearby table and fumbled with a light switch while Tyler dumped his purse. Two bedside lights went on just as the door shut. Ben turned around and mashed his face into Tyler's, kissing Tyler's lips with passionate abandon. Tyler wrapped both arms around Ben's waist and began walking backwards, toward the bed, hoping that he wouldn't trip on his hem or his heels. Ben's own hands went behind Tyler's back and began searching for a zipper. "Under the sash," Tyler said, breaking off the kiss to speak and then resuming it instantly afterwards. His tongue sought Ben's with a fervor he didn't know he had as Ben's fingers finally found the zipper halfway up Tyler's spine. The zip was tugged down, and Tyler felt cool air on his lower back. The butterfly bow unsnapped over Tyler's rear as Ben pulled all the way down. Tyler finally let go of Ben's waist and brought his meticulously manicured fingers to Ben's belt. He worked rapidly at Ben's pants as the beautiful pink bridesmaid dress loosened around his torso. Ben let his suit jacket fall to the floor, then yanked at his tie, watching as Tyler finally finished with the belt. There was a second of hesitation before Tyler let Ben's pants fall. But only a second. Then the pants were around Ben's ankles and Tyler was presented with only a pair of boxer shorts, on which a sizeable wet spot had formed. Tyler took a strange pride in knowing he could inspire that much pre-come. Tyler took a single step back, putting his hands on the cap sleeves of his gown. He took a deep breath, and pulled the sleeves outward until they were completely off his shoulders. The point of no return approached. "Are you ready, Violet?" Ben asked, with carnal hunger in his eyes, thumbs on the waistband of his boxers. Tyler smiled confidently and let his gown fall off his arms. The bridesmaid dress dropped to the floor, and Tyler was left standing topless in front of Ben, wearing nothing but moistened panties, the sexy pink garter belt, the attached stockings, and the strappy pink heels. Ben's eyes immediately focused on Tyler's nipples, which had hardened with utter arousal. Tyler stepped out of the dress around his ankles and took a step toward the bed. "Like what you see?" he said coyly. "God, yes," said Ben. His hands had frozen on his waistband, as if the sight of Tyler's perfect tits had paralyzed him. Tyler turned his back and hooked his thumbs into his panties, which he pulled down to his knees, exposing his garter-framed ass to an appreciative Ben Rosenthal. Tyler then walked the rest of the way to the king-sized bed, gravity pulling his panties down the rest of the way. He stepped out of them as he sat down on the bed, then lay down on his side, stocking-clad legs together, still wearing his heels. Ben frantically unbuttoned his shirt and raced over to the bed himself. He finally lowered his boxer shorts. Out sprung his veined, rock-hard dick, which Tyler was absurdly happy to finally see. It was the first cock he had laid eyes on since Ozzie's, in the back office of that dingy electronics store. Even though Ben's was bigger than Ozzie's, and even bigger than Connie's had been, Tyler felt no fear of it. He felt only rapt anticipation for what Ben was going to do with it... hopefully soon. Tyler opened his legs and exposed his pussy to Ben's eyes. Ben wasted no time clambering onto the bed and positioning himself, kneeling between Tyler's spread legs as his prick jutted prominently from his loins. But then he did something Tyler wasn't expecting... he grabbed Tyler's ankles, pulled them upward, and placed them atop his broad shoulders. A twinge of fear hit Tyler - he'd obviously never been in this position himself, nor had he ever taken a woman with her feet on his shoulders. He emitted a few panicked breaths and looked at Ben for some guidance, some explanation... or some comfort. "Trust me," Ben said, detecting the apprehensiveness in Tyler's demeanor. "It's more enjoyable for you than missionary." "Okay," Tyler said weakly. He wouldn't know. Ben leaned forward, bringing Tyler's legs with him, and kissed his lover gently on the lips. They both closed their eyes as Ben's cockhead poked against the entrance to Tyler's cunt. Tyler mentally prepared himself for his first time with a man - in this moment, he felt no reservations. He was ready, willing, and excited. He nodded at Ben, who smiled back. Ben's dick slipped inside, eliciting a gasp from Tyler, as the backs of his knees rested comfortably on Ben's shoulders. Tyler was now essentially, helplessly folded in half... and this caused a thrill in his mind. He'd never felt so powerless and so submissive in his life. But he wasn't worried. Had this been any other man in bed with him, there might have been some concern. Not with Ben. Ben pressed forward some more, and his dick inched inside Tyler's pussy slowly at first. Tyler took a huge breath inward as Ben finally hit bottom. Tyler felt a fullness he'd never experienced before... Ben's cock was girthier than Connie's had been, and Tyler reveled in the sensation of having his inner depths occupied so thoroughly. When Ben began pumping and thrusting, the feeling grew to new heights - this position caused a different kind of friction in Tyler's pussy, one that focused much more on his G-spot while leaving his clitoris largely unattended. It was different, but amazing. Tyler started moaning and Ben soon increased the tempo of their sex. In this prone position, all Tyler could do was lay there, watch his pink high heels shake from above his head, feel his garters stretch and contract with every thrust, and take what Ben gave him. And he loved every second of it, every minute of it, as time rapidly ticked away. It was so intense, so exciting... so arousing. Soon he felt a now-familiar feminine crescendo building all over his body. A rapturous orgasm took over Tyler, and he tightly grabbed the bedsheets with his hands as Ben continued pounding into him. Tyler's whole body quaked for several seconds, with wave after pleasurable wave coursing through. Just as the orgasm subsided, Ben Rosenthal groaned loudly and tensed. His dick was harder now than it had been before, and he thrusted it as far as it could go, so deep that the tip made brief contact with Tyler's cervix. Tyler gasped and waited. A second later, he felt the first splash of jizz inside, then the next and the next, filling his vagina with slippery warmth. Ben grunted as his dick expelled its contents into his lover's pussy, and when it was finally finished, Ben eased Tyler's legs off his shoulders and collapsed onto the ravishing bridesmaid beneath him. "Holy fucking shit," Ben said, panting away just inches from Tyler's ear. "I've never come so hard in my life." Tyler laughed at this, like he laughed at catching Amber's bouquet. What else could he do? The absurdity of the situation was only eclipsed by Tyler's uncharacteristic enjoyment of it, by his pride in being able to coax such a spectacular climax out of Ben. And as Tyler lay there on the bed, pleasantly crushed under Ben's body, with a spent and softening dick lingering alongside a massive load of spunk in his pussy, he recalled his two most important mantras: We like what we like; I'm on vacation. He closed his eyes, sighed happily, and stroked the back of Ben's head. ***** Tyler eventually took his heels, stockings, and garter belt off and dropped them on the floor with the rest of his discarded clothing. Ben offered Tyler the first crack at the toilet, which Tyler gladly accepted. A trickle of Ben's semen snaked out of Tyler's pussy, down his thigh, as he scampered into the bathroom and closed the door. He sat on the cold toilet seat, hunched over with a stupid grin on his face. That was fun. Very fun. Very educational, too - Tyler would never have thought the legs-on-shoulders position could be comfortable, let alone intensely pleasurable. He also never thought he'd be able to stomach the idea of having sex with a man, let alone clamoring for it. All these things he never thought he'd do, never even entertained the idea of... well, those things were suddenly not so insane anymore. He didn't feel ashamed, or disgusted with himself. He didn't feel threatened or emasculated. He just felt... good. He was happy with himself, glad that he'd taken the plunge, knowing that he would return to his old body without any lingering regrets of what he should have tried while temporarily female. He finished off and flushed. Ben was waiting for him on the bed, and Tyler climbed back on and gave Ben a tiny kiss. "Hi," he said. "Hi," Ben replied with a smile. "That was pretty damn amazing. Good way to end the night, I think. Unless you want to talk about the investors dinner some more." "Nuh-uh," replied Tyler. A cold wave hit him as his nude body finally came down from its sexually-charged peak. Ben's nicely air-conditioned suite was a lot colder than the reception ballroom had been. Tyler flipped a sheet and blanket over himself, shivering. "Cold?" Ben asked. Tyler smirked over his chattering teeth. "What gave you that idea?" "Here," Ben said, rolling away to turn off the bedside lights. The room went dark. Tyler could see nothing but feel everything... and he felt Ben's strong hands rubbing his upper leg and buttock. "Turn over," said Ben. "Why?" said Tyler, still shivering under the sheets. "Because you're cold and I'm tired. C'mon, roll over on your other side." Tyler did as Ben asked. Ben scooted closer to Tyler's body, then wrapped a toned arm around Tyler's chest. Eventually Ben had moved all the way in, and Tyler could feel Ben's chest on his back, Ben's legs behind his own, Ben's softened penis nestling into his ass. Ben was spooning him... and the warmth from Ben's body had a near immediate effect on Tyler's unexpected chill. This, somehow, felt as intimate and personal as the sex they just had. But it wasn't uncomfortable, and Tyler was long past the point of being weirded out at being in bed with another man, so he went along with it. Soon he began dozing, listening to the rhythm of Ben's breathing. Every part of him, body and soul, warmed up. Hours passed as the two slept. When Tyler next opened his eyes, the clock on the nightstand showed half past three in the morning... and Tyler suddenly realized how thirsty he was. He extracted himself from Ben's warm embrace and began padding around on the carpet, still nude and rapidly becoming cold again. As Tyler slurped bathroom-sink water out of his cupped hands, a little bit of reality sunk in - he needed to get down to his room on the 3rd floor, for a multitude of reasons. He wanted to make sure all his bags and boxes had arrived, he wanted to take a shower without waking Ben up... and, for the sake of saving himself any unnecessary embarrassment, he wanted to be dressed in something other than the bubblegum-pink bridesmaid gown. If any of the Ringed Amusements girls saw him wearing it today, they would know beyond doubt what he'd been up to. God forbid he run into Jackson... He made as little noise as possible as he redressed himself in his bridesmaid gown, electing to leave the garter belt, stockings, and shoes off for now. Finding a small pad of paper on the nightstand, he wrote Ben a short note: CALL ME WHEN YOU GET UP - VIOLET. He then slung his purse over his shoulder, held his long ruffled skirt with one hand and his strappy heels in the other, and went out into the hallway. The ruffled organza made a lot of noise as he walked, but he was able to board the elevator without encountering another soul. The doors closed, the elevator descended... and then it slowed, almost right away, stopping at the 9th floor. Tyler heard the unmistakable sound of shoes shuffling as the person on the other side prepared to board. The doors opened. Tyler froze in place as he saw at the man in the hallway, instantly recognizing who it was, wondering what the fuck he was doing, of all the places in the solar system, way out here in Este Golfo. "Why are you..." Tyler said, taking a step back in the elevator car and nearly tripping over the gown's hem in the process. Raj, wearing a simple button-down and a pair of well-fitting slacks, looked less surprised than he should have. Switching his faded canvas duffel bag from one hand to the other, he cleared his throat. "Huh," he said, in that trademark half-British accent of his. "Well. Small world." Raj stepped onto the elevator and nonchalantly pressed the button for the ground floor. He held his bag in the hand furthest away from Tyler, then looked straight ahead, almost robotically, as the doors closed again. Tyler stared at him, borderline aghast. This made zero sense. Tyler racked his brain, trying to think of a reason - any good reason at all - why Raj would be here. He was too stunned to even open his mouth to just ask plainly... but fortunately, as the elevator car passed the 7th floor, Raj opened his own mouth and answered all of Tyler's questions. And he did it without saying a single word. He did it with an unstifled yawn. Tyler turned to look at the front of the elevator car, putting all the pieces together in his head, recalling a bunch of seemingly irrelevant things that had happened back on Saturn Beta, and finally becoming confident that he had it all figured out. He grinned smugly at Raj's reflection in the doors. "How'd you sleep, Jackson?" Tyler asked. Raj looked down, sighed in defeat, leaned his head against the back wall of the elevator car, and stared at the ceiling. "Not very well, Mr. Hillman," he said. "We should talk." ***** The half-English, half Sri Lankan man from Liverpool sat on the corner of the unused bed in Tyler's hotel room, while Tyler himself stripped out of his bridesmaid dress and panties. There was no need to be modest - Raj had seen him naked before, after all, and several times. Tyler let his breasts hang freely as he opened one of his suitcases, looking for something less stiflingly formal to wear. "You probably have a lot of questions," Raj said, in his diluted British accent. "Congratulations, by the way." Tyler looked up from his suitcase. "For what?" "For figuring it out. Nobody else has. Not in all the years I've been switching back and forth." "You should have stopped yawning so much," Tyler said, lifting his knee- length red gingham dress out of the bag. "And you should have brought different luggage with you. I've seen that canvas duffel bag before, out here and back on the station." Raj bit the inside of his mouth. "I'm getting sloppy in my old age, it seems." "Funny," Tyler said dryly, "I've had someone say the same thing about me recently." "Anyway, Mr. Hillman, I'm happy to give you my whole story, if you're interested in hearing it. So long as you promise not to tell anyone." Taking a red lace bra and panty set out of his suitcase, Tyler looked at Raj shiftily. "That's why you followed me into my room, isn't it?" he said, quickly tugging his panties up his legs, settling them over his pussy lips. "To try and keep me silent? I'm sure the girls at the company would be interested to learn about this. The men down in the printing press, too. This is a big fucking deal, Raj... Jackson... whoever you are." "And who, exactly, do you think I am? I'm truly curious." "Honestly?" Tyler said, folding his arms under his exposed breasts. "I think you're a fucking weirdo who started a glorified whorehouse in the wild west of the solar system, posing as a woman in order to make the whole thing appear less creepy and misogynistic than it is. And there's a chance you get off on taking other men and turning them into women, too. I wouldn't put it past you." Raj tilted his head. "You really don't think too highly of me, do you, Mr. Hillman?" "You haven't given me any reason to," Tyler snapped as he began doing up his bra. "You've been a devious asshole to me since the day I set foot on Saturn Beta. And now this." "Five minutes," Raj said, hands flat on his knees. "Give me five minutes. I'll change your mind." "I'm not that patient. How about five seconds?" Raj considered this. "Fine. Five seconds." "Clock's ticking," Tyler said. "Go." "Raj died eight years ago." Tyler froze with his thumbs in his bra straps. He wasn't expecting Raj to say that, not at all. Tyler thought he had everything figured out. He looked back at Raj dumbly, feeling sheepish. "I'll take my five minutes now," Raj said. "Assuming you're curious about the rest." Tyler shrugged, trying to look like he couldn't care less. "Suit yourself," he said, letting go of his bra. "Raj Williams was a brilliant nanomedical biologist. The problem was, the entire scope of nanoscience was so heavily scrutinized on Earth that there was no chance of him putting his brilliance to practical use, outside of academia. So he came out to Saturn Beta to perfect his craft and potentially make some money on it." Tyler stepped into his red gingham dress. "Hence Ringed Amusements," he said. "Hence Ringed Amusements. Which started off as something less objectionable than a glorified whorehouse, you'll be happy to know. It was a tourist attraction. People would come to Saturn Beta, throw some money at my husband, get some nanobots put into their system, and a few hours later have a growth spurt that made them a foot taller. Or a foot shorter. Or give them rainbow-colored eyes. Or make their faces look ten years younger. Or give them pointy ears, like the elves in old fantasy movies. The business only stayed ideologically pure for a few months before the repeat customers asked my husband for more... carnal modifications. A foot-long penis. Four breasts. A shortened refractory period. A suppressed gag reflex. You name it, he got a request for it. "These requests made him squeamish, and he wanted someone more... attuned to sexuality to handle that side of the business. Now, you must remember, prostitution was widespread on Saturn Beta well before Ringed Amusements ever existed. And nobody is less squeamish about sexuality than a prostitute. So he hired one who had been in the business for a while." Tyler finished zipping himself into his dress. "Is it anyone I've met?" "Her name was Sonya. Just Sonya - nobody ever knew her last name, because hookers never work under their full name. Sonya was looking to get into something less taxing on her body. She signed on with Raj, and ran the customer-facing part of the business swimmingly. And, as is so common in those scenarios, the dignified gentleman ended up falling head over heels for the hooker with the heart of gold. She loved him very much, as well. They got married after a while. "Now... given her background, Sonya had a soft spot for prostitutes. And there were plenty of them running around on Saturn Beta - inexperienced, unwise in their choice of clientele, and unsafe with their bodies. They were allowing all sorts of abuse, catching all manner of awful illnesses, sometimes getting pregnant out of carelessness or honest accidents. Sonya wanted to keep the station's hookers safe, and she knew that Raj's nanomedical background could help out in that regard. She brought half a dozen girls under her wing, giving them a safe place to sleep on the 48th floor while convincing Raj to give them an infusion of nanobots in order to keep pregnancy and diseases away." At this point, Tyler was sitting on the bed next to Raj... or the person currently presenting themselves as Raj. Tyler found his own gruffness softening a bit as the story went on. "Raj gave Sonya lessons on the art of nanobiology... just enough to make sure she didn't screw anyone's chromosomes up beyond repair. She caught on relatively quickly. Word got out about what she and Raj were up to, and soon, Sonya had well over twenty prostitutes working at the company, with plenty of demand for their services, from a more distinguished customer base. That side of Ringed Amusements' business became the big moneymaker after about a year. Raj was relatively happy about it, because he was a doctor at heart, and preventing disease made it worthwhile for him. He also, occasionally, had the opportunity to treat Sonya's employees for medical issues more serious than STD's. Cancer, for instance." Raj looked seriously at Tyler. "As was the case with your friend Zoe." Tyler's mouth fell open. "Zoe? She has cancer?" "Had cancer. She grew up on Venus." "Right," Tyler said. Zoe had told him a short version of her life story at the sports bar on the 73rd floor... right after Tyler worked his first event while wearing a French maid's costume. Tyler remembered every detail of that day, for obvious reasons. Raj continued. "Venus is subject to ungodly amounts of cosmic radiation, not to mention all the ferric chloride and sulfuric acid swarming around in the atmosphere. Even if you're nestled in an underground research facility, some of that harmful stuff is bound to reach you. By the time she turned thirty-four years old, she was about to die of it. She came to the company out of desperation and promised to work until she'd paid for her treatment in full." Raj shrugged. "It just so happened that she liked the work, so she stayed on. It's been twelve years now. She's been cancer-free for eleven and a half." Tyler shook his head. "I had no idea." "She prefers it that way, I'm sure. Not everyone is as quick to divulge personal details as Amber is. But I digress... Anyway, around the time Zoe started her cancer treatment, Sonya and Raj became pregnant. It was a happy time for both of them. They had the baby and all was well, but they knew they didn't want to raise her on Saturn Beta. The schools there are awful, and it's generally an unsavory place to bring up a family. "When their daughter, Holly, was two years old, Raj went to Earth to look at schools and houses. On the way back to the station, just as his rocket was about to dock..." Raj paused and took a deep breath, obviously torn up about this part of the story. Tyler looked at him sympathetically. "It was a fuel tanker," Raj continued, after a moment. "They collided, there was an explosion, and that was it. Sonya could barely get out of bed for three days when she heard the news. Once she could think straight, she spent a lot of time figuring out how to proceed with the rest of her life... and her daughter's life. She cared about the business she and Raj had built. She cared about her late husband's life's work, and she cared about the girls at the company. She wanted to keep those things stable, and she also wanted what was best for her daughter. She tried to figure out the best way to maintain things the way they were. "Sonya never told Holly that Raj had died. She also never told anyone else at the company. She used her late husband's technology to lead a double life - sometimes she was Sonya Williams, sometimes she was Raj Williams. It was... strenuous, for lack of a better term. When you have to live two lives in two different bodies, your days are longer than most people's. It becomes instantly exhausting. After only a month of switching back and forth, sometimes multiple times a day, employing accelerated nanobots that complete the process quicker but make the subject even more tired, Sonya decided to pick one body... and discard the other. "She chose Raj's. He had a formal education and a good reputation back on Earth, two things Sonya didn't possess. Besides... Sonya and Raj's daughter was a daddy's girl through and through - she loved Raj more than anything. The substitute Raj told Holly about boarding school on planet Earth, and how it was the best option for her to grow up smart, happy, and well-adjusted. The substitute Raj dropped her off at that boarding school, by himself, because mommy was too busy to come. Later, it was the substitute Raj who told Holly that mommy had died in an accident with a fuel tanker." At this point in the story, Tyler was getting a little misty. He wiped under his eyelids and began to regret being so accusatory with Raj earlier. "So," Raj continued, "Sonya Williams was officially dead. A new madam was going to take over all of Ringed Amusements, and Raj announced to all the company's employees that he was going to keep entirely to his nanomedical research, away from the business. "The new boss of Ringed Amusements came on the scene. She looked much different than Sonya - a bit taller, a larger chest, better legs, darker hair. And she wore glasses, which Sonya would never have been caught dead in. She instituted some important rules for all of the girls in her charge, which still stand to this day. And the most relevant rule to this conversation, Mr. Hillman, is rule number two: never bother the boss lady when she's not at work. Around the company, there are a lot of guesses as to why this rule is in place, but the real reason is because the new boss and the old boss are the same person. Sonya is gone, but Raj is very much alive, and sometimes Raj has to make an appearance. When his daughter comes to Saturn Beta during winter or summer vacation, for instance. Raj and his daughter have never been closer, even though they only see each other for a few weeks every year. The rest of the time, Holly is at school, and Raj is nowhere to be found, because Raj is actually dead. As far as the solar system is concerned, though, Raj is very much alive... albeit reclusive. Still curing cancer, still helping barren women become fertile. And still giving people a convincing disguise when they're in hiding." Raj nudged Tyler on the shoulder. Tyler got it now. Boy, did he get it. He focused on Raj with rapt attention. "The person pretending to be Raj is the same person pretending to be the new madam of Ringed Amusements. Sonya is both of them, and she's no longer herself. All she has left of her old life is her business, her daughter... and her maiden name, which, even up until the day she officially died, she always kept secret." The man who wasn't really Raj took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, then looked Tyler in the eye. "I'm guessing you've figured out what Sonya's maiden name is." Tyler nodded. "Jackson," he said, with a quavering voice. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I feel like such an asshole." "As you should. Now you know why I was yawning so much before you left." Sonya Jackson said, from inside a perfect copy of Raj Williams' body. She smiled, stood up, and grabbed her canvas bag. "Now, if we've run out of things to talk about, I'm going to go visit my daughter. Her boarding school is in Phoenix, and my plane leaves Miami in four hours." "Yeah, sure," said Tyler. "Sorry again for... hang on." He rose from the bed, slipped quickly into a pair of flats, and grabbed his purse. "I'll go with you down to the lobby. Is that okay?" Jackson shrugged her broad, masculine shoulders. "If you'd like." They left Tyler's room and went back to the elevator. Jackson pressed the down button and adjusted the strap of the canvas duffel bag she carried. Tyler examined it with interest and suspicion. "I keep a portable, dedicated control server in there," she explained, patting her duffel bag. "Handy for when I'm on the road and in need of making changes... such as when I'm a bridesmaid in a wedding one day and visiting my daughter the next." Tyler nodded wordlessly. The elevator car arrived, and he and Jackson stood in uncomfortable silence as the doors closed and the car began its descent. Folding his hands over his gingham dress, Tyler looked down at the floor and tried to make conversation. "I took the job," he said. "With Ben Rosenthal." "I gathered," Jackson replied. "You still wearing your bridesmaid dress at three in the morning told me as much. Not to mention riding the elevator down from a much higher floor than the one your room is on..." "I get it. You can stop now." "How was the sex?" Tyler looked up from the floor, staring embarrassed daggers at his boss. "He's not paying for it, by the way," Jackson continued, in Raj's half- British accent. "Your job only consists of staying in his home and planning his event. Anything that happens apart from that isn't billable." "Yes. Thank you for reminding me." Tyler said. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes for the second time this morning. "Mr. Rosenthal strikes me as a man who knows his way around the bed. I hope he made it as enjoyable for you as you doubtlessly made it for him." With a wavering voice, Tyler shook his head. "Stop. Just... stop, okay? Why do you needle at me about every fucking thing I say or do or... or wear? You haven't stopped since my first day on the job." "Because, Mr. Hillman, you are, without question - and I mean this in the nicest way possible - the most uptight employee I've ever had. You treat your employment as though you're terrified at the prospect of enjoying yourself. If you want me to stop harassing you, lighten up. Admit that temporarily being a stunningly attractive young lady is not the most horrible thing that's ever happened to anyone in the history of the universe. Take advantage of your current situation as much as you can... because, now that you've accepted young Mr. Rosenthal's job offer, this will all be over in a week." The elevator slowed to a stop on the ground floor. The doors pulled apart to an empty lobby, occupied only by the concierge behind the check-in desk. A stunned, offended, irritated, defeated Tyler Hillman stayed motionless as Jackson walked off, with long and purposeful strides across the lobby floor. Eventually Tyler forced himself out of the elevator and toward the exit, where Jackson stood under the hotel's outdoor canopy, messing around on her smartphone. As Tyler walked, the skirt of his dress swished around his knees, once again eliciting the pleasant sensations of flowing fabrics over his body and breezy openness between his legs. It reminded him of who he now was and how much he'd come to appreciate it. Jackson was absolutely right - being female wasn't horrible. It was good in some ways, great in others, and downright fantastic in many. But admitting to that, and especially admitting it openly to the very person who put him in this unwilling situation in the first place... that was a lot to ask. In the dark of very early morning, a self-driving taxi pulled up to the canopy curb just as Tyler exited the hotel. The taxi's yellow hologramatic paint turned red when Jackson touched the door handle. "Jackson, wait," Tyler said, as Jackson carefully placed her bag in the back seat. She turned to him. ...And Tyler realized he had nothing to say. He stood there dumbly, then started tugging at the hem of his dress, as if waiting for something to happen. The two shared an awkward, tense silence. Jackson sighed and spoke after a few seconds. "I'll send a memo to the rest of the girls, letting them know that I'll be indisposed for a while. I'm sure Renee will be pleased with the news. Oh, and I'll be back from Phoenix late on Saturday night. We can attend to your nanobots then." She gestured in the direction of her canvas duffel bag. "Reverting to your old body will take around fourteen hours, just like it did when you changed the first time. Just let me know when you'd like to start the process." Tyler still couldn't bring himself to say anything. There was so, so much on his mind and it was impossible to condense it into spoken words. He could only put a hand behind his neck, sheepishly look down at the ground, and nod. Jackson got into the taxi and pulled on the door. "I'll be in my other body, next time. See you on Saturday," she said, right before the door closed.