This choice: Lesbos, a woman only planet • Go Back...Chapter #4Lesbos, a woman only planet by: Mr. George   I made sure that I was keeping to a human body. You know two arms and two legs, after all, I intended to get a bit of studying done. I decided to keep my name, if anyone asked it was short for Alexis.
The ship touched down with a gentle bounce as the feet took the weight of the ship. You looked out the window. It was everything you expected. The women were gorgeous, and doing every job.
You knew they would, obviously. But to see a woman doing menial work in a boiler suit, it just looked odd to your eyes.
The cargo cannister slipped out of the belly of the ship and sped towards the terminal with your luggage. The passengers were split roughly fifty-fifty between men and women.
Your own re-assignment can't be far away. Probably when you pass through Passport Control, you think. You adjust yourself through your trousers, giving Little Alex a playful squeeze. It would be the last for a while.
With a hiss, the door opens, and the cabin crew smile and beckon everyone forward. The planetary air starts to mingle and you smell the jungle, the humidity means little damp zephyrs drift through, and you hear the distant cawing of jungle birds.
You get bumped from behind, the woman apologises.
"Sorry, I'm just eager to get home." she says with a smile. Her clothes are thin, and revealing, good for a hot planet. But you keep your eyes on her face. A silver sparkling 'H' appears beneath her fringe. She's a hologram, a solid-light Hologram.
She notices you staring, "I'm recently deceased and still a little clumsy."
She holds out her hand, "Call me Camille, if you need a guide to introduce you to the sights of the capital give me a call."
You shake her hand and tuck the card away. A guide could be very useful in helping you in the first few days.
You snatch your gaze away, not wishing to appear rude. The dead have the same rights as the living, at least regarding privacy and respect. You lift your hand luggage out of the locker and head towards the exit. As you go, you breathe in the fresh air deep into your lungs. It's a pleasant change from the sterile recycled air that you've been breathing, and much better than the heavy air of your own planet. It's still weird, to realise how polluted your own planet's air is, but that's a common consequence of progress.
As you walk, you feel a hand pat your ass. Your head snaps around, and there's a wicked smile on Camille's face.
"You'll miss this taut little beauty." she tells you. Her hand landing gently and squeezing one cheek. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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