This choice: You upend the bag, looking for anything immediately useful. Clothes?! • Go Back...Chapter #5You upend the bag, looking for anything immedia... by: Mr. George   Cursing the Gene-genies, with each rasping breath, you look through the bags contents. Three cat-suits slither out last, landing atop the other items. Nothing else resembling clothes crashed to the ground. Even these catsuits look better than nudity on an alien world. You'd hoped for a more.... for another job. Holding up one of the leotards, you see how large the neck is on it. It'll need to stretch to fit your body, especially these child-bearing hips. A shudder races down your spine, 'child-bearing hips' isn't just an idle description any more. You see also the fastener that shifts from back to front... at the crotch.
You feel your heart beat out of your chest, before you think of it for simplifying your toilet routine. Despite your reservations, you quickly slip it on. The fabric is both cooling and soft, unfortunately, it stretches as much as needed, and as much as you dreaded. Once it's on, you try to pull it higher on your shoulders, ignoring the crotch, and all the questions that you don't want to face. However, it naturally slips until it's just off your shoulders. Once it's there though, it doesn't slip lower. Perhaps the cooling is only one aspect of your smart clothes.
Tossing the items back into the bag, there's nothing surprising there, and you sling the bag over your shoulder. You take in your surroundings, are you meant to build your own home, alone? Or...
You spot a simple frontier town a couple of miles to your west. The coast continues north towards mountains that are capped with snow, and south into a forest. You rule out the mountains, as too inhospitable (at the moment). While the forest will be rich in resources, you aren't sure what you can eat, and what'll eat you.
Reluctantly, you start walking towards the cluster of simple wooden buildings. At least there you can ask some questions, and get your bearings, and find out your job here. Your new hips force you into a very feminine hip-swaying sashay. But you hope this body is just to keep the population balanced rather than to have you set up as a whore. You try to tell yourself, that these hips might be a blessing in disguise, but you're still not quite at that point.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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