"Ok then, but tell him to hurry up! They'll be expecting him to set up the lights and effects for your show". "Thanks". You reply, smilling politely. That smile turned into a quiet and slightly evil giggle as you left the building. Indeed, there were people smoking out back. Whether any of them were this Beyonce's 'tech guy', you didn't know. Most of them were just suprised to see your host's body outside. You didn't really care what they though anyway. You suspected they'd probably just smoke their drugs more in order to cure another problem or life shock. You steered your way away from the event and proceded down the deserted back alleys of this human street. The night was cold and you could feel it on your new human body, with various parts exposed by the dress.
Eventually, you found a secluded little spot with no signs of life what so ever. "Ok, time to get this body back to the mothership". You ruffled through your hosts bag and found your wrist device amongst the rest of your gear. The fact that it could slightly shink was an interesting feature. It looked generally smaller even when you brought it back to the orginal size. You activated the device and heard a voice down the intercom. " - Hello? TX47, what is your status"? "This is TX47". You replied in your language, obviously with Beyonce's southern accent still shining through again. "Package is secure, I'm ready for a telo back to deck, if you will". "Well it obviosuly sounds like your human now". The intercom guy said. "And a female I'm guessing, nice one. Ok, ready for telo now, hold still". You hung up and looked to the sky. A small circle of blue light began to swirl around you as it engulfed your host body. With a brief flash, you disapeared from sight.
After a few seconds, you reapeared on the transport deck. You stumbled a little, even thought you wern't wearing those blasted heals anymore. "Ugh, I don't think I'll ever be used to that". You said in a displeased tone. Looking around the hanger, there was no one in sight. 'Where is everyone'? You thought. Well seeing as your only, you might as well take a better look at your new body. In all honesty, you had been itching to do this. The male of your species seemed to have a thing for human women. They were so beautiful and it was just natural. Just as long as it was kept secret from your species' females. Hey, you might be cloners but the reproductive act was still an option in such a large empire. Light years away from hear of course. Anyways, you focused less on thought and let your hands take control. They were slender and femenine, with painted nails and jewelery. You began feeling the curves again, bringing your hands to rest on the half naked lumps on your chest. You gave them a tight squeeze, which made you tingle. However, you heard somebody enter the room. Typicial, ruin your fun.
Who was it?
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