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8PHE0046 word count 6206 ******** Day 46, Friday At 3:15 in the morning, Joi woke Chastity up by taking the baby. "It's time," Joi said. "They're here." "Who?" Joi handed the baby to a man dressed in scrubs. Drake waved by opening and closing his fist. "Bye-bye, Aba. Bye-bye Doi." Chastity sat up, alarmed. She covered her breast. Tears formed in her eyes. "Is this...." She couldn't finish the sentence. Drake signed a message to her. 'Grandmother hug. Okay-I. Okay-I.' The front door closed. Drake was gone. Chastity rushed to the door. Joi and Marion both held her back. "I ... I want to see!" Chastity looked out the window by the door. They saw one of the men load Drake into a car seat and carry him into the back of an ambulance. Even the monsters were distressed. They called out, mewling like kittens. "You gave them the car seat?" Chastity asked Joi. "You gave those butchers a fucking car seat?" "It's his car seat," Joi said. "It came with the baby." The ambulance drove off in the snow. Chastity fell to her knees by the door. Joi and Marion both knelt to comfort her. They all cried for a while. Eventually Marion got up and made coffee. ******** "So, anyway," Joi said, cradling her third cup of coffee. "I've been thinking. How do you feel about paying rent?" "Um. Sure." Chastity was still nursing her first cup of coffee. She heard kitten noises again. "Can you hear that?" Chastity asked. Joi and Marion both shook their heads. "Hear what?" "The monsters. I think they want fed." Chastity got up. She popped two bottles of milk in the warmer. "Nothing else to do with these," she said, looking at the milk. "Might as well feed Jazz's guarda." She burst into tears. Again. All three women knelt in the snow wearing winter coats over sleepwear. They fed the monsters. It took four bottles - one for each mound. "I'll help feed them this winter," Joi said, "until I'm off the antibiotics. Then I'm selling the milk." Chastity nodded. They all went back into the house. She pumped milk, relieving the pressure. Joi also pumped. Chastity sealed the last bottle, and placed it carefully with the others in the freezer. "After I recertify for home dairy," Joi said, "it's all on you to feed your monsters." "Yeah, well, maybe they like goat's milk. Or soy." She rubbed her boob. "I'm done." "Taper off gradually," Joi suggested. "You can get an infected milk duct." Chastity grunted. Marion said, "Camel milk is cheap." Chastity shrugged. She sighed. "How much rent?" Joi named a price. "That's more than I make working for the Debbies and Bandersnatch combined." "Get a real job." "Yuh. I see how that's working out for you." "Hey," Joi snapped. "I'm trying." "What about Marion? Are you charging Marion the same?" "That's different. She's my sister." "And I'm not?" Joi sighed. "You have a place. She doesn't." "I have a place next month. If my landlord doesn't renege." "You can go to your mom's house." "With Roy?" "You seem to get along fine." "He wants a threesome with me and my mom." Joi shrugged. "You're okay with that?" Marion touched Joi on the arm. She shook her head. Joi shrugged away from the touch. "Okay, fine. But I thought she'd be okay with it. She's still fucking her father." "I what?" Chastity asked alarmed. "I saw the video." "Okay, first, he's not my father. Second, when I'm a little bit slow in answering his summons, people get hurt." Joi scoffed. "I hunted for a babysitter instead of darting over immediately. He had you and Jazz raped." Joi sucked in air. "The day I brought Marion home." "This is not your home!" "Obviously. You asked Bandersnatch to move my workstation to the rape room." "There isn't room upstairs. I'm using my old bedroom. Marion's using hers." Chastity twitched. "I know that." "I thought you were okay with that room." "Change the locks," Chastity said. She looked down as she said this. "Speak up. I can't hear when you talk to your boobs." "Change the fucking locks! You want rent money? Change the locks to Stormy's room. While you're at it, change the locks to the basement." "Who's paying for this?" "I am. With my rent money." "It's not your rent money to spend." Chastity's specs buzzed - a phone call from Two Debs. "Pardon. It's a call from my employer." She watched both women startle. "No, not a call from Brennan - it's a call from my other employer." She toggled the call. "Yuh. Good morning, Two Debs." "Oh, good, you're awake." Chastity nodded. She smiled briefly at her own folly. This wasn't a video call. Two Debs couldn't hear a nod. Two Debs asked, "Can you cover the morning shift at the hospice? Our other Debbie quit." "Who is taking the afternoon shift?" "We'll find someone." "I'll be there. Six? Oh, where is the growler station?" "It's on your specs. Thanks, Anabelle." "Oh. Name change. I can't use that name anymore. Call me Chastity." "You got fired from your other job?" "No, they reassigned the avatar. Someone else has Anabelle. I'm working a girl called Harmony." "The pay is the same?" "No clue. Haven't asked." Two Debs said, "Let me know if you need extra shifts." "I might. My landlord is asking the Moon and Mars for rent." She looked over to Joi. Joi huffed. Chastity hung up. "I have to get ready for work." She went downstairs. Joi followed her downstairs. Chastity turned around by the clothes dryer. "Stop following me." "I want to explain." "What's to explain? I was a set of tits to feed the baby so you could collect double paychecks. He's gone. Time to boot the old cow out." "I'm not kicking you out. I'm asking rent." "You get paid to host me here." "I'm losing that contract." "Ah. Getting a new boy to sissify?" "Hey. That's not fair and you know it." "What is not fair?" "You're here because we were boyfriend-girlfriend. Do you still love me?" "Yes." "Then fucking show some consideration." Chastity laughed. "Go back to your Social Studies and learn how relationships work." "I'll tell you what doesn't work. Sex with your sister." "We're not sisters." "We fight like sisters." Chastity smiled. "Never had a sister before. Is this how they fight?" "Ask Marion." "Let me shower and get ready for work. I might be pulling a double today." Joi smiled. "Just don't pull a train, okay?" Chastity shrugged. "That's scheduled for this evening. By the way, I won't be home this weekend." "Where are you headed to?" Chastity smiled brightly with an overly sweet smile. "I'm fucking my daddy." She batted her eyelids and posed with a fist to her chin. "He's your daddy, actually." She poked Joi in the chest. "He called me in for a porno. I'm going to ask for money this time. So I can pay rent. So I can show income to that witch at Social Services." Joi looked down. "If I don't comply, he'll take it out on the people I love." ******** Chastity fed coffee and sausage rolls to sleepy-eyed monks and nuns. Apparently, some of them would eat reprocessed maker stock for breakfast - even if it started life as cellulose. At least it was locally-sourced. Lumber for maker-stock was big business in Fairview. Drake - Big Drake - was conspicuous by his absence. John's mom wasn't in, either. At seven a.m., Sammi's father came in for a visit before he went to work. Abbie's mom came in, checked with the nurses, and ducked into the Children's room. During a lull, Chastity hung a sign from the coffee cart. 'Back in five minutes. Have you tried Wild Coffee?' She took a coffee in with her, and some bottles of water. She handed a bottle of water to Ruby. She handed coffee to Abbie's mom. She traded fist bumps with Abbie. "Hi," She said to Abbie's mom. "I'm Debbie. I never got your name." Not a complete lie. Chastity had used one of Jazz's programs to ID the woman. An 85% match. Abbie's mom looked wry. "Debbie? Honestly? Debbie?" Chastity smiled. "The nurse is named Debbie. It's not an uncommon name but, you're right. I answer to Chastity when I'm not on the job." "I'm Freya." A match. Confirmed. Three dating sites. Hunting. Chastity sighed. "I brought water in case the children were thirsty." "She can't have anything by mouth." "I'll take a water," Sammi said. Chastity traded fist bumps with Ruby as she walked to Sammi's bed. She handed over the water and sat on the chair next to the bed. "Hey. I saw your dad. He has to work, huh?" "Everyone works." She tried to open the bottle but didn't have strength. Chastity opened it for her. "You're not going to puke, are you?" Sammi shrugged. "Vomit happens. Did he buy a coffee?" "No." "I'll tell him to stop skin-flinting. Are you single?" "Yuh." "So is he." "Your mom?" "Died when I was two. Same cancer I have." Chastity looked away. "Sorry," she said. She wiped a tear from her eye. "Everyone looks away. Kids aren't supposed to die of cancer. We conquered cancer, right? We didn't conquer PCIS." Chastity saw the monster plants over by an empty bed. Reginald's bed. "The plants. He just left them here?" Sammi nodded. "Reggie almost died this morning. I don't think he'll be back." "Why do you say that?" "He didn't look good. And they brought the ... they brought the priest in." "Oh." "He's Buddhist. Are they still called priests?" "No clue." Chastity dragged the potted plant over to Sammi's bed. "Those pirates! They took my hand truck." "You want to keep something here, put your name on it." "You want to feed the monsters?" Chastity produced a bottle of warm milk. Sammi smiled. While Sammi cooed at the monsters and fed them and pet them, Chastity looked around. "John is missing." "Procedure," Sammi said. "Kinda dodgy, if you ask me." "Dodgy." "They're fighting cancer with cancer. Going to change all his DNA - not just the tumor cells." Chastity nodded towards the monsters. "Watch the male, he's sneaky. See? He's trying to bite a hole in your bottle." Sammi pulled the male away from the bottle and stroked it under its tulip. It buzzed. Chastity pointed a finger at it. The male stopped buzzing and trilled instead. Sammi said, "They offered me the same process." "And?" "I gotta think about it. Some side-effects, ya' know?" "What's to think about?" "Eight percent risk of sudden death." Oh. "And they're changing John to a girl. God knows what I would change to." Oh. Chastity looked at her boobs. "Eight percent." "A one on a twelve-sided die. Someone in here will roll a one." Chastity's specs showed her a picture of a dodecahedron. "I know what a twelve-sided die looks like," she said. "Huh?" "Talking to my secretary. Sometimes I think she thinks I'm blonde." "Hey. I'm a blonde." Chastity lifted Sammi's do-rag. "Really? How do you tell?" Sammi pulled her head scarf down. "Anyway, I think I'll wait. I'm still on the donor list, ya know? But the risk goes up the longer I wait." "It hurts," Chastity said. "What hurts?" "The process." "They told me it doesn't hurt." "They lied. One of the cancers they give you is bone cancer. It fucking hurts." "Personal experience?" Chastity nodded. "You're a trans?" "Yes." "Used to be a boy?" Chastity nodded again. "Why did you name yourself Chastity?" "It's what my folks would have named me if I'd been born a girl." "Why the big boobs?" Chastity shrugged. "Feeding a baby." "You can have babies? John can have babies?" "He probably needs to have sex first." "Holy fuckamondo." "Sammi, language." Freya sat next to Chastity. "You went through the process? Why?" "Didn't know about the eight-percent risk of death. Probably in the contract someplace, but, ya know, I didn't read it." "What were they treating?" "It's going to sound silly. PTSD. Nothing like what you guys are going through." "PTSD." "I wasn't a productive member of society. The people I work for offered me a job. This was a condition." "Sex change. Were you gay?" "No. Most definitely not. Look, there are some risks. Especially if it's the same company I work for." "The Debbies?" "No, my other job at Hospitality. Their CEO is ... not a people person." "He's offering the therapy for cost." "I bet there's a work contract." "Only if we can't pay." "Read the fine print, okay? They're heavy into social engineering. They decided I'd be happiest as a girl, and, Nine-dot fuck them, they might be right. What if they decide I'd be happy safing land-mines in Taiwan? What if they decide I'd be happiest as a sex worker? Three quarters of Hospitality LLC is sex industry." ******** "Hi, I'm Debbie. What can I get for you?" "I am Master Remont." The nun bowed deeply. "A coffee, please." Master? Why was she bowing deeply? Chastity covered her embarrassment with a question. "Cream? Sugar?" "Unadulterated. I hear you're the reason our children's ward is emptying out." "How so?" Chastity handed over the coffee. "You're paying the costs?" Master Remont nodded to the cash register. Money transferred. A ten-percent tip appeared in Chastity's till. "I'm paying for some of it. How did you hear about that?" "Your father visited last night. He is quite forceful." "He called himself my father?" Master Remont nodded. "He raised me. His name is on the birth certificate. I suppose he has the privilege." The nun pulled out a chair. She sat. "I'm not sure what to tell. I called; asked a favor. There will be consequences. I hope the children won't have to pay them." "You're not the first one whose life was disrupted by the Cult." "I don't think he's Cult. Opposing goals." "He's using Cult viruses." "If Brennan is in bed with the Cult, we're all fucked." Master Remont smiled. "I hear you have mad skills with a quarterstaff." "Not sure I would claim skill." She touched the pouch hanging from her neck. "A bit of luck, maybe." Master Remont nodded. "I have some ability with a bo. What are your plans at ten?" ******** Cookie got her arse handed to her two times of three. But she learned quickly. She was grinning. She had bruises everywhere and her knuckles were swelling. But Master Remont had one bright stripe on the back of her legs and would have had a broken skull if Cookie had followed through with the killing stroke. Master Remont stood. She bowed. Cookie worked through her katas. Afterwards, she bowed deeply. Then she curtsied and danced a victory dance. Master Remont said, "Rematch on Monday, Princess." "Excuse me? Did you just call me Princess?" "The title seems to fit. Did you learn to fight on Nintendo?" "PASsport." "Your demons are worthy opponents. I would insist on a Saturday rematch but I'm told you have prior commitments." "What time on Monday?" "After your shift." ******** A monk bowed deeply and handed a cup of tea to Chastity. He said, "It will ease the swelling." "Thanks." Chastity bowed just as deeply to the monk. She refrained from the victory dance this time. 'Can you accumulate karma points in this world?' Cookie asked. "No clue," Chastity replied. "Ask my maker." ******** Joi's house was empty. At least the keys still worked. That was a bonus. Chastity went downstairs. She took another shower, fixed her hair, applied make-up. She relied on Swish for this, and hoped that it wouldn't look too garish. She dressed in Fremont athletic gear, complete with matching Fremont panties. This was her first day as Harmony. She wanted to look and feel the part. She filled a gym bag with toys, tea, and costumes that Princess might have to wear. After a moment of thought, she included Tisanee's shampoo and a toothbrush. She put on her winter suit and wore her heated stay- ups and the Trapper boots. She clipped the voice font to her throat again. It pinched - it still hurt to wear this thing. She programmed it to produce Harmony's voice. She put Anabelle into storage. Harmony's voice made her cough. But at least she didn't sound like a squeaky toy. She drove her bike in the sleet and snow. She rode out of Fairview, past the airport, over the bridge and onto the levee that separated the Barrens from the Hells. She considered driving past Riveside and into the wilderness someplace. But, instead, she turned onto the logging road into the Barrens. She found her way to Roy's cabin by Snake Lake. Cookie pointed out monsters on the way. 'That's kissing bush.' Chastity stopped to examine the monster. "It does look like lapweed." 'Smaller, though. Less aggressive.' "Poor thing is shivering." 'Don't trust it. That's wild kissing bush. Look at the skulls in the snow.' Cookie pointed out lapweed, jagger bush, erect knotweed, and Knutsford devil, aka Devil's knotweed. Chastity stopped to examine the beast. 'Caution,' Cookie said. 'It might have runners under the snow.' Chastity nodded. She examined the plant from a distance - in three spectrums on her specs. She saved it to Mem2 and also to the memory on her specs. "Why is this dangerous?" 'It eats humans. If it breeds you instead of eating you, seek medical attention immediately. They'll put you in Quarantine. You may never come out, but the propagules of this monster will eat you alive. It turns some of its victims into zombies.' "Zombies." 'No better word to describe it. Even lapweed can hijack your nervous system to get you to spread its propagules. With Knutsford devil, the effect is permanent, usually final.' "Why don't we burn this monster to extinction?" 'I sent notice to your friend at Bureau 13. Geo-tag. Let's get out of here. If it uproots, it might be fast enough to catch us on this bike.' Chastity didn't need any further warning. No more stopping to look at devil-plants. She rode on. The gate was locked. Chastity used her Mem2 and her secretary to reconstruct the combination. 36-24-36. Chastity said, "I could have guessed that." She smelled smoke before she saw it. Someone was home at the cabin. The lights were on inside. Smoke rose from the chimney. Before she could knock on the door, it opened. A mannish-looking woman stood in the doorway. She was holding a pistol. The woman spoke. The voice was male. It sounded familiar, except for the cracks into a higher register. "Why are you here?" "Got an offer I can't refuse." Chastity reassessed her assumptions. This was a femme-looking man. No tits. Long hair, for a man. Short hair for a woman - shorter than Chastity's hair. No facial hair, no stubble. He had that familiar odor about him. He smelled of the tang that came with orange urine. The person said, "Poker game doesn't start until eight." Chastity smiled. "I'm your physical trainer. Brennan sent me." "Brennan." Chastity nodded. "You want to explain to my employer why I can't come in?" Those were magic words. The vaguely-familiar person pulled Chastity inside. He closed the door behind her. Chastity pinged her secretary. 'Who is this?' If she'd met him before, it would flag. Dude asked, "Physical trainer?" He was wearing something that Ravi might have designed. Office-wear. It would be very femme on a woman but the effect on this man was butch. "Ayuh." Chastity looked around. Her specs tagged several cameras. This room was live and in 3D. "Why are you wearing women's clothes?" She smiled as she asked this. "The fucking maker is borked. All it makes are women's clothes." "Strip. Into the tub. You stink. I should put those clothes in the recycle and make you wear whatever the avatar says will look good on you." "Not." The man stood there. Chastity played a hunch. She pulled down the screen for her prostate spider. Yup. There were two devices to choose from. She pinged the one that didn't look familiar. Dude's eyes bugged. "How did you do that?" "I'm your trainer. Strip." He hesitated. "I'm not really into being topped." "Is that what you think this is? Okay. Let's start with names. I'm Princess. Put the firearm on the table. I'm here because someone thought you're going soft. Are those man boobs?" Dude blushed. He covered his chest. Chastity's secretary finally ID'd the man. She smiled. "Officer Hugao. Didn't you used to be taller?" "I'm taller than you." "For now. We'll start with the basics. Sit-ups, push-ups, jump-squats. But first you will strip and take a bath. Then you will put on athletic clothing. If the maker pukes pink frilly girl togs, you will wear them. Or I will make you work out in the snow. Naked." "Good luck with that." "Okay. I know you're a badass cop. Ever met someone who was more badass than you? How did she carry herself? Confident? Unafraid?" Officer Hugao stood there, appraising Chastity. She pulled off her snow suit. "I'll give you a blowjob if you can do more push-ups than I can. And we're not talking girl push-ups." "I'll take a bath." "Damned straight you will. Wash your dick. If I have to put that thing in my mouth, I want it clean." ******** Chastity smirked. "C'mon, heifer. One more set!" "I ... I can't." Officer Hugao collapsed onto the floor. Chastity did twenty more push-ups, rapidly. "Officer Huggi. Get off the floor." He groaned. "Call me Scott." He rolled over, painfully. He sat. "Nope. Your girl name is Huggi. Until you prove that you're a man. Wanna fuck me up the arse?" She pinged his prostate spider again. He looked alarmed but was too tired to do anything about it. "How did you do that?" Chastity smiled. "The power of femininity. Sit ups. If you can do more sit-ups than I can, I'll let you bugger me." He sighed. "How do I know this is a losing bet?" "Because you have more brains than the average bimbo. I think I saw boy shorts on the maker menu. Would you prefer boy shorts over panties?" "These aren't panties. They're Speedos." "Opaads, actually. It's an off-brand. If you do more than sixty sit- ups, you can wear the boy shorts. Do more than a hundred and I'll give you that blowie, even though you haven't earned it." "You can do more than a hundred sit-ups?" Chastity smiled. "We'll see, won't we? We'll let my secretary count the sit-ups. No cheating. My form has to be one-hundred percent. Yours? We'll call eighty-percent a real sit-up." "I can do proper sit-ups." "Okay, a hundred-percent for both of us." She set her specs on the table in front of them. "The secretary will call a cadence. Try to keep up." Scott managed forty-five sit-ups before he gave up. Chastity coaxed another eight from him by calling him a panty-waist. "Jump-squats." He stood and attempted to do jump squats. "This feels like the first day at the academy." "This is your first day of physical training. Do you swim?" "It's fucking November out there." "Heifer. Why are you wearing swim trunks if you won't swim?" He glared at Chastity. "Jump squats until you drop. Then we'll run." That burned twelve minutes. Officer Hugao was spent. Chastity had barely broken a sweat. "Let's run." "I can't go outside while it's still daylight." Oh. Interesting. Chastity smiled. "Heavy cloud cover now. Think you can chance it?" "What's in it for me?" "If you beat me to the gate and back to the cabin, you can fuck me." "I hope you brought condoms." Chastity pulled a roll of twenty condoms from her purse. "Do you think you can outrun me?" "I'm certain of it." "D'best." She tossed the condoms onto the bed. "What are you?" "I am your physical trainer. Sex after we run. If you beat me, you're in charge. If I win, you'll start by eating my pussy." She pulled the clip from her throat. "And you'll wear this." "What is that?" "A voice trainer." She switched it to Anabelle's voice. Huggi shook his arms loose. He dickered. "The gate and back? How about just to the gate?" Chastity smiled. She gave him a head start and still beat him easily. "Rematch?" she said when he arrived, chugging and heaving like a wounded bear. She pulled off her shorts and her panties. She put the shorts back on. "I'll run blindfolded." She tied the panties around her head, obscuring her vision. Huggi sounded doubtful. "Um. Sure." "Count 'em off. Not fair if you win by tripping me along the way." She heard him chuckle. Chastity's Mem2 modeled the path. Chastity called up a virtual view of the pathway. Cookie warned her, 'He's going to cheat.' 'Let me know when.' Cookie used Chastity's face to smile. Scott counted out. "Three, two, one, go!" She heard him slip in the mud as he started. She ran. She didn't run full-out, but she didn't need to. Her opponent was soft, spent, and not highly motivated. He also surprised her by not cheating. At the cabin, he pulled the panties from her eyes and examined the panties. "How did you do that?" Chastity smiled. "Are you ready to get fucked?" She ran a swab in his mouth. "DNA?" he asked. "STDs." She tested his dick and then his arse. "I'm clean," he said. "Ayuh." She took him by the hand. "Strip. Hot tub. You have a pussy to eat, mister." ******** They fucked four times before he couldn't get it up even with the help of a prostate spider. Chastity made tea. She put three drops of Liquid Wench in his tea. "What are the patches for?" "You look sore. Do you need one for your neck?" "Maybe my back." "The sex only gets better, Huggi." He drank his tea without comment. Chastity asked, "Wanna watch porn?" "There's only one video. I've seen it, like, twenty times. Three girls, eleven guys. One of the girls looks a bit like you." He looked at Chastity's chest. "Smaller tits, though." "They get bigger." She tweaked his nipple. "Puffy nipples. So cute. Are they sensitive?' He jumped when she flicked one. "Yeah." He covered his nipple. "I know a trick. Bet I can make you cum just by playing your nipples." "Never thought I'd say this. I've had enough sex for today." "Are you a man or a girl?" Chastity popped the video in the AVS player. What a surprise. It was her session with Brennan and the boys in that hotel room. With Lateritia. "Oh, goody-goody." Chastity clapped with fake enthusiasm. "That's me." She pointed to the screen. She smiled. "Are you wired?" ******** Twenty minutes later, Huggi was strapped into the sex chair. She'd put him in the same harness that Lateritia had been strapped to. He was in full AVS, with the gains all dialed up to maximum. She put him on Lateritia's feed. Then she did most of the things to Huggi that she'd done to Lateritia. He complained just as bitterly as Kinny had when she clipped him with Anabelle's voice trainer. He had no idea why he'd agreed to any of this. Fucking wraiths. They came in handy. Each time he came, she collected it in her mouth or her pussy or her hand. She fed it to him. His on-board trainers rewarded him for swallowing. He was as slow learner, reluctant, but he did learn. While Huggi was in the harness, Chastity found depilatory goo in Roy's medicine cabinet. Lots of girl stuff here. She smeared the goo on Huggi's body, nose to toes. He'd never grow hair again. She stopped the AVS feed two hours later. She let Huggi out of the harness. She found his Z-gun interface and fired it four times just to be certain. He looked at her, dazed. He collapsed onto the couch. She dressed him in a skirt and heels, panties and bra top. She loaded Swish onto his spinal prosthesis. She asked Swish to demonstrate a sexy walk, a sultry voice, and how to eat pussy properly. Chastity basked in the afterglow of an orgasm. She said, "We'll work on your blowjobs later." Huggi was still zoned out from overuse of the Z-guns and stoned from the herbal supplements Mary Jack had provided. Chastity could have dropped Huggi downtown, and put him on a street-corner. She smiled at the thought of doing exactly that. She made a set of athletic togs for Huggi in Fremont colors - blue and gray. Except for the lace, you couldn't tell they were girl clothes. Purple running shoes, too. Exactly the clothes that she was wearing - except for the panties and bra. She fed him more tea. She fed him more Liquid Wench. Then she made him wash the laundry, strip the bed and wash the sheets, and cook dinner. Partway through cooking dinner, Huggi realized he was wearing a skirt. He nearly stumbled out of his heels. "What the fuck?" "Ease up, ease up. I'll let you change before the boys get here." Huggi started to pull the skirt down. "Stop." Huggi's eyes grew wide. He looked at Chastity, trembling. "Would you like to wear something less girly?" She showed him the Fremont clothes. Huggi nodded. "What will you give me?" "Um...." "Will you fuck me up the arse?" He nodded slowly. A look of confusion passed over him. "First you're wearing one of these, " she said. She held up a transfer condom. "A-aand a butt plug." "What? No." Chastity smiled. "I could leave you in girl clothes." Huggi shook his head. "Bend over on the couch. Pull the back of your skirt down. And your pretty panties. Lube this up." She handed him the butt plug. "I'm not...." Huggi dropped the plug. "You are." Chastity put it in his hand again. She helped him apply lubricant. "Rub it on like it's your own dick. See? You're hard again. You like this." Huggi blushed deeply. "I'm.... I'm not gay." "Neither am I," Chastity said. "I am hag-ridden." "Hag?" "Demon-infested. So are you. Voices in my head. Little touches. Little helpers. My hands? I don't know why they do what they do. Wait until your demons reveal how little they work to influence you. Eight percent active intervention, twelve percent passive dampening. That means it was eighty percent voluntary compliance. Wait until your own mouth betrays you. Most of these demons are spinal. No control over the mouth, except, you know, reward pulses for compliance and an occasional spike of pain or nausea for refusal." "What the fuck are you babbling about?" "Exactly. Get used to those. Another day, another wtf." ******** Brennan came in with Joey and Waren and a girl. Chastity didn't know this one. They hadn't met, even once. "Donuts!" Brennan said when he saw Huggi. "Don't call me that." Huggi's voice cracked when he spoke. He touched his throat and coughed. He wasn't wearing the voice font anymore but its effects lingered. "Purple?" Brennan asked. He looked at Huggi's shoes and his outfit. "Lace?" "The fucking maker is broken." "It's not broken; it's a fashion maker. But hey, ya know? It's Roy's maker. Who am I to judge?" "How long do I have to stay here?" "Until they stop looking." He looked at Huggi's hair. "You need a hair cut." "I tried growing a beard. It won't grow." Brennan nodded. He turned to Chastity. "Princess. Excellent work. Wrong girl, though. Here's the girl I was talking about." Huggi looked upset. "Did you just call me a girl?" Brennan looked at Huggi mildly. He held the gaze. Huggi looked away. Brennan pushed a woman up to meet Chastity. "Princess, meet Curtiss - soon to be Courtesy." Curtiss was wearing a cheerleading outfit from Fremont. He looked up. His makeup was perfect. Chastity felt a stab of jealousy. Curtiss shrugged. "Hi." His voice was already femmed. Curtiss smiled briefly. His trainers rewarded him for smiling. Chastity recognized the flash of stress this caused. Brennan said, "Both of these fugitives are wanted by Law Enforcement." Brennan waited a beat. "No calls out. You understand?" "I called for maker stock. Will that be a problem?" Brennan smiled. "As long as it's you or Roy goes outside to meet the drone. Keep visitors away from the windows. Capische?" Chastity nodded. "Someone dear to you will pay if I lose an employee." Chastity huffed. "I already knew that." Brennan pat her on the arse. He leaned in. "I've been watching." He nodded to Huggi. "Inspirational. You have a rich future as a broker. The pay is outstanding." "Wouldn't mind getting paid for this job. That cop was dirty. The Debs knew it; his partner knew it. Arse-toke." "Dirty cops are not the worst. Curtiss deserves what she's getting, too. She wrote the worm for your Z-guns. She coded the malware in your spine." "Why are you getting rid of her?" "Not. Just a demonstration of power dynamics and the risks you take when say one thing but do another." "Speaking my mind to you has not ended well." "It ended well for you - not for people you care about." Chastity remained silent. Brennan nodded. "You're learning. Mind if I borrow Swish? It's not in our library yet." Chastity shrugged. Brennan stepped back. "For the children!" He laughed. "Uwaa!" Chastity sighed. "Thanks, by the way. For doing the right thing." "Don't thank me. Some of them will die. Statistically inevitable. We're offering Kinny's Cure to all the terminal patients in this valley. Not just children." Kinny's Cure? Brennan took a message on his specs. "Two vehicles coming up the road. I have to go." Chastity opened the door for him. Instead of heading to a car, Brennan walked out in the snow to the dock. He stepped into a boat, nodded briefly, and left. ******** Roy arrived, along with Ravi and Papi Fula, the driver of the Ming's Flower van. Roy asked, "Where's the beer?" Chastity said, "There's tea on the stove." "Tea?" "I spiked it with vodka." She'd also spiked it with half a bottle of Liquid Wench. Roy shrugged. "I guess that works. Tea. You are such a girl." Roy surprised Chastity when he set up the poker table and the chips. He insisted that they play for a while before they all broke in the 'new girls.' Roy assigned seating. "Boy, girl, boy, erm, Donuts, boy, boy, boy." "Stop calling me Donuts!" "Or what?" Roy asked. "You'll cry? Your own people called you that behind your back. Do you know why?" Huggi made a dismissive gesture. "It's a cop thing." "It's a Philippine word. It means rotten, corrupt, soft. Other cops knew you'd turn before you did." "Stop calling me Donuts, okay?" "What should we call you?" Huggi hesitated. "Your old name is retired, mon. We need a working name before your new ID arrives." Chastity smiled. She held up a hand. "I've been calling him Huggi, with an i." "Huggi?" "It's a riff on his old name." "All in agreement? Raise your hands. Opposed? Put your hand down, Huggi. You've been outvoted." ******** "Do you know why you're here, Huggi?" Joey asked. "I'm hiding." Joey smiled. "Yes, but do you know why you're hiding here?" Chastity tapped Joey on the shoulder. "No clue. He is clueless, without clue, wow zaole." Joey chuckled. He nodded towards Curtiss. "Do you like his dress?" "I think he looks stupid. You can't fox a facial ID just by wearing a dress." "His bones are changing. Those tits are real, man." Huggi looked at Curtiss again. "Think about it, Huggi. A new life." "He'll be working the brothels, next." Joey nodded. "Gotta pay for the new ID somehow." Huggi shuddered. "It's not worth it. I won't - I won't wear a dress." Joey clapped him on the shoulder. "Okay. That's settled then. No dress." Chastity traded a glance with Huggi. She said to him in a low voice, "You look good in a dress, Huggi." "Don't know why I did that. But I tell you what. It's never happening again." "Word of advice," Chastity said. "Don't lose big in the poker game tonight." ******** Curtiss lost big. She kept showing her cards. She couldn't hide her tells. Before midnight, Curtiss was in the harness, reliving Lateritia's feed on the porno. All the men here tested negative for STDs. Two of them tested positive for motility - condoms, if Courtesy could talk them into it. Curtiss's penis was purple, nearly black. He tested negative for motility - which probably meant that she couldn't get pregnant, either. Meh. Chastity enjoyed breaking Curtiss - more than she cared to admit. It wasn't a bad life, working for Brennan. It was just highly illegal, completely amoral, and an almost certain path to Hell. If Hell existed.