Jessica looked at the clothes that Sargent Choi had given her with a tinge of excitement mixed with confusion.
She had worn dresses like this when she went on 'dates' with officers back when she was in Basic Training.
Jessica had loved going out into the world on those dates, but had also hated them. Dates with officers had always led to sex in some dirty hotel room, being pawed and fucked, made to feel degraded and used.
Not that she had understood her feelings back then, no, back then she had just been a PG and had thought that that was how life was.
Yet at the same time, going on those dates had shown her the real world, a world full of wonders and knowledge. A world where people were polite and reserved, where women were treated as delicate and men would hold open a door in some kind of strange socially accepted show of gallantry.
The world outside of being a mere 'Pleasure Girl' or Marine was so very different. She had limited experience of it and the clothes that Choi had given her reminded her that she knew so very little about it.
Still, as she dressed, she was excited by the prospect of going out into it and seeing more, even if it did mean she would have to do the things she thought she would have to. It wasn't as if she wasn't designed for those things.
Suzi, the new PG in the unit, helped her dress. They were in their bunk room along with the rest of the platoon.
For limited privacy, Gibs had taken the unusual step of curtaining off the two bunks where Jessica and Susanne slept, much to the disappointment of the others.
Suzi cooed "Oh, these are soooo pretty." As she helped Jessica into a pair of opaque beige stockings with a lace top. Securing them in place with the clips of her suspenders that hung down from the tight corset she was now wearing.
Jessica grinned girlishly, "aren't they just." She agreed while wishing that Suzi wasn't quite so stupid and incapable of a proper conversation.
Next came the dress itself, stiff and high necked with a hem that brushed the floor, it was fashionably chaste and demure with light pink ruffles and lace at the wrists and neck.
Jessica looked at herself in the mirror and wished she had longer hair, her auburn locks were cut short and only just bushed the nape of her neck. Women tended to have long hair and would do it up in elaborate styles, But she wasn't a normal woman. She was a Marine and a former PG.
It didn't matter that she now had an ID card and dog tags that declared her as a planetary recruit.
She knew what she was and still thought of herself as a Marine PG. Though she could refuse sex now and unless she was naked, no one could actually tell she was one of the company's 'pleasure girls'.
Her Uniform lay on the bed, neatly folded. Where it had once displayed her PG number, it now read, Davis. J. PFC. So far she hadn't had a chance to wear it with her new identity.
Choi had given her the very nice and pretty dress the same day. Telling her to get dressed as a civilian.
Suzi tied Jessica's hair back with a black ribbon and sighed wistfully, "I wish I could go on dates, no one took me off base when I was in basic."
Jessica patted her shoulder, "Things are different here, it's nothing like Basic." She said by way of consolation.
Her own life had changed dramatically since being on board the 'Jean-Paul' and she hoped that even if Susanne wasn't quite a fully functioning 'human', she could and would come to enjoy some of the freedoms that she herself was.
A big part of that had been down to accepting and trying her best to utilise the combat chip she had.
Basic as it was, her chip made her a better soldier and had pretty much saved her life.... Or so she thought, not really understanding that her own intelligence was the major factor.
******
Jessica stepped out from behind the curtained off area to be greeted by Harris and Williams wolf whistles.
She felt pretty and appreciated that they were a compliment. Still it wasn't as if she was used to dressing like this and for some reason felt a bit embarrassed.
She glared at them with mock annoyance that made them laugh and slap each other on the back.
Smith... 'TomTom' as he was called, grinned and handed her a small clutch purse, "nothing in it but a HG9, but Girls carry a purse." He said with a shrug.
She smiled gratefully at him, being armed was always nice to her now and she had wondered where she would 'carry'. TomTom had neatly solved that for her.
Most women wouldn't have asked, but she was a Marine... "Armour piercing or HE?"
Smith grinned, "BOTH, I loaded it with interspersed half and half."
Jessica grinned wolfishly. "Perfect, thanks TomTom."
The compact HG9 wasn't standard issue, but she had practiced with one and knew it was an excellent weapon.
"Have fun." Said Williams, grabbing his crotch and miming something rude.
Jess rolled her eyes at his antics, anyone else and she might have been annoyed, but Willy was her back up and they had a close bond. He was one of the few she let fuck her on a regular basis.
She gave him the finger as she walked to the bunk rooms door, passing the new recruits who still didn't understand why a 'PG' was treated and respected as a Marine.
She noticed Hicks sullenly whispering to Markowitz, no doubt still pissed that both her and Suzi were allowed to refuse sex.
Not that Suzi ever did. It was just that Gibs and the other remnants of the original squad made sure that the new PG wasn't used to the point where she could hardly walk or string a sentence together.
*****
Hank waited at the door, dressed in his whites.
He smiled at her, "You look like a Civilian." He said with an approving nod.
Hank Choi was her Sargent, but when alone she was allowed to call him 'Hank', she still wasn't sure what was going on between them. Her feelings were confused on that point and in her limited experience she didn't really understand the significance of his attentions.
She liked it though and was looking forward to spending some time with him away from the others.
She did know that whenever she saw him, her tummy flipped. Seeing him dressed in his Whites wasn't new, but for some reason she suddenly felt shy, worried and excited.
Butterflies rolled around inside her as she took his arm and walked down the corridors to the restaurant.
Amethyst Station had four eateries, only one was worthy of the title 'Restaurant'. Chez Louis, was packed with men and women from the station.
Choi's Naval whites drew a few looks, it was rare for Marines or anything less than a Captain to come here.
Jessica got a few looks too, she was stunningly pretty, even with her short hair, she was truly beautiful. Tall and slim with an obviously nice bust and waist, she drew the eye of most men.
Dressed as she was, she looked like a very pretty young girl coming for a meal with an NCO from a ship.
Most people assumed she was the daughter of some frigates officer out on a date.
Choi was nearly fifty, but looked about thirty, his dark Afro Chin heritage belayed his age, as did the Marine Corps anti-aging drugs that were issued to keep its soldiers fit for duty as long as possible.
Jess had been on dates with officers when in basic, so she knew how to act. Waiting as was proper, for the waiter to pull out her chair and then sipping at her water delicately as Choi ordered for them both.
The food wasn't as good as she had had on E3, but it was much better than anything on the 'Jean-Paul', she savoured every bite and finished her plate with pleasure.
Choi wasn't much for small talk, but he tried his best and she chatted back well enough. The conversation turned inevitably to combat, both of them more easy with that as a subject.
"I'm going to give you Hicks as well as Williams as back up." He said as desert arrived.
She played with the chocolate confection on her plate as she thought about it. Snipers didn't get more than one back up. Not by company Regs.
"Hank..... I don't really KNOW what's going on." She said truthfully, finally comfortable enough with him to say it.
He nodded. He knew she had no point of reference to the way he felt about her. He knew she didn't understand how much it hurt inside when she let one of the troopers fuck her.
He himself didn't fully know WHY he felt the way he did, yet she was special to him in a way he hadn't felt in over twenty years. The fact that she was a genetically designed fuck toy was a problem, yet she wasn't like other PG's.
In fact she now had a full name and ID that said she WASN'T a PG.
Ignoring her confusion, he shrugged. "I care for you Jess." He said intensely, hoping she would one day understand.
His statement made her tummy flip over and she stared at her plate. Why was he so important to her? She was confused but aware that her feelings were very real.
In a way it was almost a default reaction when she said. "I want you inside me." In a whisper.
Choi hadn't used her since before Uraisa Six.
He had told her that he didn't want her unless she wanted him. Right now she wanted him very badly.
Choi called for the check and pressed his thumb to the presented pad without really looking.
He smiled at her in that way he sometimes did, a little touch of sadness to it. But it changed his strong features, softening them in a way that Jess liked very much.
"We can't, sorry Jess, but you're a Private now and it wouldn't be right." He told her gently.
She looked at her plate, unwilling to let him see her eyes as she felt them well up.
It was all so confusing and she felt incredibly hurt at his refusal. She knew the Regs as well as any Marine, but he had gone to so much trouble to make her 'human' and she had felt so sure he wanted to fuck her.
She thought of it as fucking, but different. Jessica had no concept of 'making love', but in her mind's eye that is what she was thinking of, doing it with Hank in a way that was a display of love and affection, not just ramming away at each other in the pursuit of pleasure.
"Okay." Was all she whispered. Not knowing how to explain her feelings.
Choi mentally kicked himself. This wasn't going the way he had hoped. Storming a hill seemed emotionally easier than trying to make Jess understand how he felt without compromising her or making things even more complicated.
He could tell she was upset by his refusal.
They stood to leave and he offered his arm as before. She took it hesitantly and let him walk her out of the restaurant.
As they walked along the wide corridors of the civilian area on Amethyst station she remembered something. "Hank, thank you for the dress and food." She gave him a soft smile, wanting him to know she wasn't angry, just confused by it all.
"You like it? The Dress I mean."
"oh yes, it's very pretty." She nodded, "I CAN keep it can't I?"
He stopped in a small alcove that had a view of the 'Jean-Paul', "Yes, it's yours. You can wear it again next time you get shore leave."
His arm went around her waist, nothing sexual, just gently bringing her to his side for closeness.
She hadn't thought about that yet, Jessica Davis, would get shore leave, as a 'pleasure girl' all she got was mandatory rest periods for her body to recover from sex.
"Can I take it with you?" clearly meaning the shore leave.
