The year is 2119, a time where everyone wears their complete health status on their arm or neck. Mine is on my arm, that way I can cover it up, but most rich people choose to wear it on their neck as an adornment. It shows everything about you, your health, biometrics, cholesterol level, even your sexual satisfaction, or lack of, in most cases. All the pretty lights flicker away and change as the person’s health and wellbeing change. Your status even changes as you speak with someone, so it's important to smile a lot so that your satisfaction and interest levels appear in the green zone.
I'm on the prowl and I tend to look out for a certain kind of person, women in particular with a very low sexual health reading, but a guy would do just as well. Low sexual levels are generally brought on by high powered jobs, by people who travel a lot or experience high stress levels. Some of the richest people will even visit prostitutes in the more downtrodden areas of this city, and I'm no different to them, if it be said, except I frequent the rich hotels and bars instead.
I like the company here and there's less chance of getting yourself killed.
I have already made eye contact with a few women that could well be suitable and one of them is definitely looking around with her feelings rather than her eyes. You can tell the desperate ones a mile off. They stare at you for a few seconds before they move on to the next person but all the while their chest heaves, fuelled by their rising hormones, their mouths form an open 'O' as they tongue the inside of their mouth and their eyes seem half closed as if they are concentrating on what's happening between their legs. I have known some women to stare at every sex in the room hoping for a response; men, women, transmutative or any of the six other types of denomination.
I’m guessing your wondering what sex I am. I'm what you call transmutative. I paid a lot of money to be like this. I can model my outward appearance to suit, and right now I am doing just that.
The blonde middle-aged lady is scanning the room and is now focused on what seems to be women only. Her eye contact is deliberate and I guess that her sexual reading is low, very low indeed. She won't take long to make her decision and I want it to be in my favour. I look away from her while my face moulds to give me a strong bone structure, my hair grows slightly and curls under my rounded face, my breasts have swollen significantly but are still contained fully within my off-the-shoulder top that I am wearing. I check my looks out in the mirror behind the bar and I know that when she gets round to looking at me again, my smile will knock her for six.
And I was right, of course.
She looks at me and we have that silent moment where we speak to each other without saying anything. She slips off the high stool and she makes a beeline towards me; her smile projects like I'm a long lost friend that she hasn't seen for ages. My smile is just as wide and inviting. By the time she gets close she would already have set eyes on my tits and tried her best to catch a glimpse up my skirt. I ease my legs apart as much as decency allows to help her make her decision.
I came out tonight specifically as a female transmutative, but I could easily have been male. My choice is paying off at the moment.
“My name’s Debbie,” her hand is thrust out towards me.
“Sagena,” I reply, taking hold of her hand and shaking it gently before letting my finger caress the palm of her hand. It's a little trick I learnt a long time ago to keep interest where it's required.
Debbie looks me up and down and comments on my high sexual and health levels. I pride myself in keeping all my levels topped up, unlike hers of course.
“Your level seems a little low,” I say nodding to the almost black strip that is crying out for attention on her cheek.
“Yes, and that’s where you come in, my dear."
I give her an approving nod and a free smile.
“But I want fifty-fifty. You are transmutative, right?”
"Why do you think that?"
"Well, you weren't as good looking the first time I scanned the bar?"
Debbie was, if nothing else, observant. I smile and nod enthusiastically while registering her request. Underneath my skirt, my vagina folds outward to form the basis of a penis which will transmute fully in the next fifteen minutes. Not everything changes quickly and I have put the setting on high priority, purely in response to her low reading. But in fifteen minutes, Debbie won’t know the difference; she will be at the point of sucking on my tits and there's plenty for her to enjoy there.
Debbie takes my hand and leads me away from the bar. I realise that the pleasantries are over and done with and that my free drink has vanished into the ether. So has my lead in time. We head towards the lifts and I’m left wondering whether fifteen minutes will be enough time for the complete change. I prioritise the process a little more, but it's taking my health to do so.
The doors open, her hands come up on both my tits as she pushes me to the back of the lift. She squashes them together and starts to massage them before she pinches a nipple that has grown from the reaction to her hands. Her intentions excite me.
“Make them a little bigger for me,” she offers a pout of her lips to entice me.
I oblige and I smile as her hands are forced apart by the burgeoning breasts that she is handling.
“Say when?” I ask.
Debbie watches them grow and finally I hear, “when.”
My tits seem huge, more than twice the size of hers and I’ve made sure my nipples are longer than she will be expecting. I think she’ll love them.
Debbie settles herself between my breasts and circles my waist with both her arms. She can hardly get close to me with the size of my breasts but she manages to lean in for a kiss. Her lips are soft and inviting but I can tell she’s a passionate woman underneath. My hands caress the side of her breasts as my arms move upwards. I caress all around her neck before I push my hands into her hair, I find the back of her neck and I pull her into me.
She's getting my version of a passionate kiss simply because she's turning me on. I can feel everything inside me respond to her and I don't know how it's happened so quickly. A client’s normally a client but she is stirring things in me I haven’t felt for a while.
We exit the lift on floor one-hundred and eighty-seven and we start kissing and giggling as we walk to her room. I’m walking backwards of course and she’s guiding me where she wants me to go. My hands have returned to her breasts and are fondling them as we move.
Suddenly, I come to a halt as I’m pushed up against a flat surface, she retrieves her vcard and unlocks the door and we both stumble inwards.
All the while, I’ve put all my bodily resources to completing the task of finalising my penis and I’ve noticed that my health has dropped by three percent. Debbie notices it too.
“Don’t you worry about that three percent drop,” she says, “by the time I’m finished with you it will be zero.”
“I hope not, I’ll be dead if that happens.”
My hands squash her breasts and we start kissing passionately. She’s extremely strong for a woman. In one quick move her hand has grabbed my top and now it’s in shreds as she's ripped it clean from my body. My tits bounce free and I notice the exuberant smile on her face as she really enjoys the size of my nipples. Her mouth closes in on one of them and I feel her suck on it like a lollipop. My cock twitches on its course to full erection.
I don’t know why but I do the same to her. I manage to lift one of her breasts out of her low cut top and manhandle it to my mouth. We end up sucking on each other’s nipples. I feel the urge to treat her like she just treated me and within seconds I’ve ripped her skirt downwards and thrust my fingers up her wet and waiting cunt.
Debbie doesn’t bat an eyelid and bites hard on my extended nipple in her mouth. I push my fingers into her as we stumble backwards but her mouth never lets go of my nipple; holding it in her teeth as we stumble.
I know she can just about feel the end of my cock brush against her thigh as we move in unison.
I’ve come to realise that I have one hell of a horny woman on my hands and I want to pleasure her as best I can. I want to make her senses scream before I fuck her brains right out of the top of her head. I’m just a little worried about being dead by the end of it. Her prediction seems a little too real at the moment.
We finally make it to the bed. Debbie is forced to relinquish her hold on my nipple as she topples backwards. As she falls, I grab her knickers and rip them off completely. I’m straight down between her thighs and I start licking her clit and extremely juicy lips as her legs fold back behind her head. I wasn’t expecting her flexibility, not from the size of her thighs but she's more or less presented me with her godlike charms on a platter; and what a platter it is!