Chastity Pill

"I pick the hot springs," you announce, setting your food tray aside.

Devon's eyes widen in genuine surprise. "Seriously? I was fully expecting you to pick the most boring option, which would definitely be the beach."

"The beach means swimwear," you explain, "which means displaying all... this..." you gesture vaguely at your chest, "publicly. And clubs are just asking for trouble with your current... condition."

"So onsen by default? NICE!" Devon pumps her tiny fist triumphantly, then immediately fumbles for her phone. "Ooh. Let me check if they have openings today."

You watch as she taps away at her phone, brows furrowed in concentration. Her excitement seems oddly genuine for someone who, in their male form, considered personal grooming optional at best.

"Here it is--Ukiyo Spa & Onsen," Devon says, turning her phone to show you. "Apparently it's, like, THE place for hot girls to go."

You squint at the image. "That looks expensive."

Devon's enthusiasm dims slightly as she scrolls through the website. "Oh. Shit. Yeah, it's... not cheap. Like, at all." She chews her lip, a gesture that looks strangely natural on her new face. "I can pay half? I mean, I've already spent way more than I planned on the X-Change stuff, but..."

Suddenly, you get a call.

"It's Veronica," you tell Devon, who immediately makes a gagging motion.

"The puppetmaster checking in on her toys!"

You shoot Devon a warning look before answering. Veronica's face fills your screen, perfectly made up. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she's wearing a crisp white blouse with a subtle gold chain disappearing beneath the collar--her power outfit.

"Baby!" she exclaims, her face lighting up. "Sorry I had to rush off earlier. It's been INSANE here."

Before you can even respond, she continues, words tumbling out in that breathless way she has when she's riding a professional high:

"The Matsuhisa team tried to renegotiate the exclusivity clause this morning--can you believe it? After we EXPLICITLY agreed on terms yesterday! So Davis--my counsel, you remember Davis, right?--he pulls out this precedent from the ByteDance acquisition in '28, and I swear Hiroshi's face when he realized we'd prepared for this exact scenario..."

You can't help but smile as she recounts her morning victory, her eyes sparkling with the unique joy she gets from outmaneuvering competitors.

"...and then Akira--that's their CFO--tries to suggest a 'compromise' on the distribution rights," she continues, making air quotes with her free hand. "As if we hadn't already modeled every possible scenario! So I pull up this projection showing exactly how their model undervalues the Summer City market by nearly 30%..."

Devon has wandered into frame behind you, clearly bored by Veronica's business talk.

"Oh!" Veronica interrupts herself. "Hi, Devon! How are you enjoying your... female awakening?"

Devon leans over your shoulder, placing her face uncomfortably close to yours in the frame. "Living my best life as a breeding vessel, thanks for asking!"

Veronica laughs. "I see your transformation hasn't improved your attitude." Her eyes shift back to you. "So what are you two up to?"

"We're at Paradise Mall," you explain. "We got Devon some... protection."

"NanoShield," Devon clarifies proudly. "For my slutty, slutty womb."

"Devon!" you hiss.

Veronica just laughs again. "Glad to hear you're being responsible." Her eyes narrow playfully. "Though I'm curious why that's necessary?"

"Because Jake emptied his balls inside me," Devon states matter-of-factly. "And it was AMAZING, Veronica, seriously, the female orgasm is like... it's like if you took a regular orgasm and exploded it into a million pieces and then each piece had its own orgasm."

"I'm familiar with the sensation."

"Anyway," you cut in, desperate to change the subject, "we made a deal. She got the birth control, and now I have to go out and 'have fun' with her." You make air quotes around 'have fun.' "We're thinking about trying that Japanese spa place."

Veronica's face lights up. "Ukiyo? Oh my god, I love it there! I've been trying to get you to go there with me for SO LONG!"

"You have?" You don't recall her ever mentioning it.

"Yes! Remember when I had that knot in my shoulder from the Prismatic pitch? I told you we should do a spa day, and you said--" she lowers her voice to a comically deep register, "'I don't need someone rubbing oils on me to relax, babe. That's what Xbox is for.'"

Devon snorts with laughter.

"I don't sound like that," you protest.

"You absolutely sound like that," Devon confirms.

"Well, now you can experience what you've been missing," Veronica says. "But dammit, I'm a little jealous. Your first time at Ukiyo and I'm not there to witness it. Ugh!"

She tilts her head, studying both of you through the screen.

"You're going to love it. The treatments are divine, and the private onsens on the rooftop are... well, you'll see."

"We might not be able to afford the *full* experience," you admit. "The prices on their website are pretty steep. So we're going to do maybe one of the cheaper packages."

"Don't worry about that," Veronica waves dismissively. "I'm a Jade Tier member--comes with the territory when you bring clients there. I'll call and set it up under my account."

She pulls out her phone and starts typing. "I'll reserve an onsen for you. One of the private ones. We wouldn't want other people seeing you in your current... condition."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious. You have the same sort of thoughts, but it's different when it's your girlfriend saying it...

"Nothing bad, baby. You look gorgeous. I just meant because of the whole situation."

"We have to be naked, right?" Devon asks, suddenly sounding less confident. "Like, FULLY naked?"

"It's traditional," Veronica confirms. "But don't worry, it's very normal there. No one cares."

"Sweet," Devon says, recovering her bravado. "Alex's massive rack will distract everyone from looking at me anyway."

"All public areas are segregated by gender," Veronica laughs. She glances down at her phone. "Okay, I've booked you for 4:30 this afternoon. Full treatment packages and private onsen access after."

A notification pings on your phone--the reservation details.

"Thanks," you say, genuinely grateful despite feeling SLIGHTLY manipulated. "Are you... I mean, are you okay with me and Devon being naked together? I mean, um..."

The question sounds ridiculous the moment it leaves your mouth.

Veronica actually snorts. "Baby, I hate to break it to you, but right now you're both hot girls, and from what Devon just told us, she's VERY into men at the moment." She grins wickedly. "Unless there's something you want to tell me about your feelings for Devon?"

"NO!" you and Devon exclaim simultaneously, scooting further apart.

"That's what I thought!" Veronica says smugly. "It's just a spa day. Treat it like one!!! You should enjoy your body, babe. In a safe environment."

Devon leans back into frame. "Yeah, *babe*, enjoy your body," she mimics in a passable Veronica impression.

You elbow her out of the way.

"Anyway," Veronica continues, "I should go. I've got that market analysis presentation in thirty minutes, and I need to review my slides one more time. The projections are going to blow their minds."

"Go knock 'em dead," you encourage, genuinely proud of her hustle despite everything.

"Always do," she winks. "Oh, and Alice?"

You're still not used to hearing her call you that.

"Try the sake body scrub. It'll do wonders for those massive tits of yours."

Devon erupts in laughter beside you.

"Love you," Veronica blows a kiss. "Have fun being girls!"

The call ends, leaving you staring at the blank screen, slightly embarrassed. Veronica is fully, utterly unbothered by you and Devon being at a spa together. Why WOULD she be? In her mind, you're just two girlfriends having a spa day.

"Well, that was easier than expected," Devon says, gleefully snatching your phone to examine the reservation details. "Holy shit, she booked us the FULL works? This would cost like a month's rent!"

"She's generous," you mutter, still processing the subtle shift in Veronica's treatment of you. When you were a man, she'd get jealous if a barista smiled at you too long. Now, she's practically throwing you into a naked situation with another person and laughing about it.

---

After leaving the mall, you and Devon head straight to Ukiyo. You park in an elegantly understated lot where cherry trees provide shade for each parking space, their blossoms occasionally drifting onto the hood of your Corolla.

"Last chance to bail," you cut the engine.

Devon adjusts her tiny skirt. "No fucking way! We finally get to do something fun in these bodies."

"What about this morning?" you ask dryly.

"That was different!" her cheeks flush.

You approach the entrance--a traditional wooden torii gate incongruously set against Summer City's skyline. The vermilion paint gleams in the afternoon sun, and subtle pink lighting illuminates the path beyond even in daylight.

"This is fancy as shit," Devon whispers as you pass through. "I feel underdressed."

"It's gonna be a moot point soon," you say.

The doors slide open automatically as you approach, releasing a gentle waft of incense and floral scents. Inside, the lighting shifts dramatically--soft, ambient, with paper lanterns casting a golden glow across polished wooden floors. A small stream runs through the center of the lobby, crossed by an arched wooden bridge.

"Whoa," Devon breathes.

A woman approaches with silent steps, wearing a kimono in deep blue silk with subtle geometric patterns. Her hair is pulled into an intricate updo, adorned with what appear to be cherry blossom pins that shimmer with subtle holographic effects.

"Welcome to Ukiyo," she says, bowing slightly. Her English is perfect with just a hint of an accent. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Um, yes," you fumble for your phone. "Under Valentine? Veronica Valentine?"

"Ah, Ms. Valentine's guests! We've been expecting you. I am Haruka, your host for today."

She claps her hands softly, and two attendants appear, each carrying small trays with steaming cloths.

"Oshibori," Haruka explains, gesturing to the cloths. "To refresh yourselves after your journey."

You accept the warm, damp towel, surprised by its weight and the pleasant citrus scent emanating from it. Devon copies your movements as you wipe your hands, then face.

"This way, please," Haruka leads you across the bridge to a small seating area with low cushions surrounding a table inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

As you sit, awkwardly trying to arrange your legs in a ladylike manner, another attendant appears with a lacquered tray bearing an elegant iron teapot and small cups.

"Yumiko will perform a brief welcome ceremony," Haruka explains, gesturing to the new arrival--a younger woman in a simpler pink kimono.

"We also offer sake, if you prefer," Yumiko says. "Many guests find it helps them relax more fully into the experience."

"Yes!" Devon says immediately, never one to turn down free shit. "Sake, please."

You hesitate, then nod. "Same. Thank you."

As Yumiko pours the warm rice wine into small ceramic cups, Haruka explains your schedule.

"Ms. Valentine has arranged our Diamond Package for you both. You'll begin with our purification ritual, followed by a sixty-minute shiatsu massage, a sake facial treatment, and a volcanic clay body wrap. After these treatments, you'll enjoy a light meal before your private onsen experience on the rooftop."

Devon's eyes widen with each listed luxury. You can practically see the dollar signs flashing in her mind.

"Now," Haruka continues, retrieving an elegantly bound folder from her sleeve, "we have a few formalities."

She slides the folder toward you. Inside is a series of waivers and consent forms printed on handmade paper. You skim through them--standard liability releases, health questions, privacy policies.

Your eyes catch on one particular section: "SPECIAL EXPERIENCE PACKAGES."

There, checked in bold ink: "a45; CELEBRATION PACKAGE (PRIVATE ONSEN)."

And below it, in smaller text: "This premium experience includes extended hours, enhanced sake selection, and accommodation for additional guests (maximum 4) as desired."

"What's this 'Celebration Package'?" you ask, pointing.

Haruka smiles. "That is simply to book the private onsen. It's one of our most popular options for special occasions--birthdays, anniversaries, achievements."

Devon peers over your shoulder. "Additional guests?"

"Yes," Haruka nods. "The private onsen can accommodate up to four people comfortably. Perfect for intimate gatherings."

"Cool, cool."

You narrow your eyes. "We won't be needing any additional guests."

"Of course," Haruka bows slightly. "The choice is entirely yours."

You finish the paperwork, take a sip of sake (which burns pleasantly down your throat), and stand to follow Haruka deeper into the facility.

The transition from the reception area to the inner sanctum is marked by passing through an indigo curtain. Beyond, the aesthetic shifts subtly--still Japanese-inspired but with hints of Summer City's signature vaporwave style. The corridors are lined with smooth stone, illuminated by recessed lighting that shifts in color so subtly you almost don't notice.

Haruka leads you to a changing area with lockers crafted from dark wood.

"You'll need to remove all clothing and jewelry," she explains, opening two lockers. Inside each hangs a yukata--a cotton robe that looks deceptively simple. "These will be yours for the duration of your visit."

She points out Devon's--a soft pink with a pattern of cherry blossoms--and yours--black with white chrysanthemums.

"I specifically requested the black one for you," she says with a small smile. "Ms. Valentine mentioned your aesthetic preferences."

Devon snorts. "Goth girl gets the goth robe. Shocking."

Haruka bows. "I'll leave you to change. When you're ready, please proceed through those doors to the cleansing area."

The moment she leaves, an awkward silence falls.

"So... we just... get naked?" Devon asks, fidgeting with the hem of her tiny skirt.

"I guess so," you mutter.

You stare at each other for a long moment, neither making a move.

"This is stupid," Devon finally says. "We've seen each other naked before."

"Not like this," you point out. Well, you'd just seen her getting brains fucked out. But that was... different.

"Yeah, but... we're still us, right?" Devon turns away, starting to pull her shirt over her head. "Just... don't look directly at anything?"

You turn your back to her, facing your locker. The sound of rustling clothes fills the awkward silence. You pull your hoodie off, then hesitate at the sports bra.

"This fucking thing was hard enough to get ON," you mutter.

"Need help?" Devon offers, her voice closer than expected.

You whirl around instinctively, then immediately regret it. Devon stands there in just her panties, small breasts completely exposed. You avert your eyes instantly.

"Jesus, Devon!"

"What? We're both girls now. This is what girls DO, right? Help each other with bras and shit?"

"I don't think that's--" you start, but she's already moved behind you. "NO, THEY DO NOT HELP EACH OTHER WITH THEIR BRAS. They handle their own-"

"Arms up," she commands.

With a resigned sigh, you comply. Her small hands grasp the bottom of your sports bra and tug upward. The tight material squeezes painfully against your breasts before finally releasing them with an audible "PLOP."

"Holy SHIT," Devon gasps as your liberated tits bounce heavily. "They're even bigger than I thought!"

You cross your arms over your chest. "Can we not do the breast commentary?"

"Sorry, sorry," Devon says, not sounding sorry at all. "It's just... dude. You won the titty lottery. HOW HEAVY are those FUCKING MILK MACHINES?"

"Ugh. Like 16 fucking pounds of the most fucking inconvenient fat distri-fucking-bution fucking possible," you snap your arms tighter. "Consider yourself lucky."

"I mean, I don't mind my starter set," Devon says, looking down at her own chest. "Aerodynamic? But still, like... jiggly."

You turn away again, shimmying out of your jeans and underwear as quickly as possible. The yukata is hanging right there, a blessed cover for your nakedness. You slip it on, immediately appreciating the soft cotton against your skin. It barely closes over your chest, the fabric straining to contain your calcium cannons.

You both pad barefoot to the next set of doors, which slide open to reveal a wet room tiled in iridescent blue. Several low wooden stools sit before hand-held shower attachments. Along one wall is a row of products in minimalist containers.

Yumiko appears, bowing slightly. "Here we begin the purification ritual. Please be seated."

You exchange nervous glances with Devon before each taking a stool. Yumiko demonstrates how to adjust the water temperature, then leaves you with instructions to cleanse thoroughly.

"You will need to remove your yukatas," she adds before departing.

As the door slides shut, Devon immediately shrugs off her robe, apparently over her initial modesty. "When in Rome, right?"

You hesitate, then slowly untie your belt, letting the black yukata fall open.

"So," Devon says as she fiddles with the shower attachment, "I've been thinking... should I change my name while I'm like this? You're going by Alice..."

You're grateful for the conversation distraction as you both sit naked on the stools, awkwardly showering. "I don't know. Do you want to?"

"Well, Devon can be a girl's name too, right?" She tests the water temperature. "FUCK that's hot!"

"Yeah, it works for either," you agree, adjusting your own shower. "Though if you wanted something more feminine, you could do... Devin with an 'i'? Devyn with a 'y'?"

"Ooh, Devyn with a 'y' is douchey enough to match this hot little body," she grins, soaping up her arms. "What do you think? Does it fit?"

"If you're asking if your new name should be as annoying as you are, then yes."

"Fuck you very much. Devyn it is! With a fucking 'y'! Do you say Devyn differently? De-VEEN?"

You snort despite yourself. "No, it's still pronounced the same, you moron."

"Then what's the point?" She's rubbing soap across her modest chest now, seemingly unfazed.

"Ask any parent who named their kid Jaedyn, Brayden, or Madisyn."

"Ok nevermind. I'm keeping it Devon. Way too much work. Stupid."

For a few minutes, you both focus on showering. The warm water cascading over your new body feels different--more sensual somehow, each droplet tracing new pathways across your skin.

"So, um..." Devon says, her voice suddenly more hesitant. "How do you think we're supposed to wash... you know..."

"Just clean it like you would in the shower normally," you say, absolutely refusing to make eye contact.

"Yeah but like... is there a special technique? I don't want to, like... break anything."

You sigh deeply. How did you become Devon's girltorial? "It's not rocket science."

"Easy for you to say. You've had two more days practice with your cooch."

"Oh my god, please stop calling it that."

Once you're both thoroughly cleansed, you put the yukatas back on and exit through another door, where Yumiko waits to lead you to the massage room.

The massage chamber is dimly lit, with two parallel tables draped in silky sheets. The air smells of cedar and something floral you can't identify. Soft, ambient music plays just at the edge of hearing--traditional Japanese instruments blended with gentle electronic elements.

"Please disrobe and lie face down," Yumiko instructs, indicating the tables. "Your therapists will arrive momentarily."