While Hayden knew he had a myriad of questions he wished to ask, what he didn't know was quite where to start. What was making it more difficult was the fact that Lucy was still sat entirely naked and with her inflated assets still on show.
"Before we begin, would you be able to put some clothes back on?"
"Certainly Hayden. What would you like me to wear?"
Now there was another thing for him to consider.
"Whatever is most comfortable for you," he replied, trying to be considerate.
"As any clothes I have are synthetically generated by and a part of my body, I have no preference for clothing beyond what makes you happy," she answered cheerfully.
Realising he hadn't quite dodged the bullet, Hayden tried to think of something quickly. His mind went to the last point of reference he could remember for women's clothing.
"Err, well what about fitness gear? Like yoga pants a-and a tank top or something?"
"Of course," she smiled.
Hayden watched in slight awe as Lucy materialised the clothes around her. Much like when they had disappeared but in reverse, they seemed to gradually form around her until she was sat in a pair of form hugging grey yoga pants and a sky blue, almost equally as form fitting cloth tank top.
"Is this satisfactory Hayden?"
"Perfect thanks," he smiled.
Now to think of a question. As it happened, watching Lucy change like she had had brought a question to mind.
"So can you transform into anything?"
"There are upper and lower limits to what I can transform into. As an example, I would not be able to become any smaller than a child but I would also not be able to exceed anything larger than a horse."
"A horse? Why would you need to be able to transform into a horse?"
"Club Bespoke offers a custom service unlike anything else that can cater to almost any need no matter how exotic."
Hayden was tempted to probe further but thought better of it. He was pretty sure he understood what Lucy was telling him about why that service might be required.
"So does that mean that you can mimic both men and women?"
"Of course," Lucy smiled. "Club Bespoke caters to all needs and desires regardless of gender."
It made sense the more Hayden thought about it. Why wouldn't women use the club too? Or men who liked other men for that matter, or women who liked other women too. Some of the other clients in the queue may have even been women as much as he seemed to have doubted it.
"So could you, like, I mean if I asked of course, could you mimic me?"
"Certainly," Lucy beamed. "Would you like me to do that Hayden?"
"Yes," he replied, his curiosity bubbling in his mind.
The process was, as usual, quick but mesmerising. It was like watching an invisible pair of hands expertly mould Lucy's body into his own form, her skin growing subtly paler, her womanly features giving way to his more masculine ones, her hair seeming to be being pulled back inside her skull as it shortened considerably and changed colour to match his own, until finally he was met with a mirror image of himself sat where Lucy had been. She had become almost indistinguishable from him (she'd even kept him nude) apart from the fact she was still wearing the same beaming smile. It was a little disconcerting to see that smile he'd quickly come to know her for coming from his own face.
"Wow. That's... quite something," Hayden said, stuck for words.
"Thank you," Lucy said with his voice.
That was even more disconcerting.
"Ok, could you change back now please," Hayden said, trying to hide that he was a little freaked out.
"No problem."
As strange as it had been watching Lucy transform into him, watching himself transform back into her, or the version of her he had asked for, was doubly strange. Hayden watched as his features softened into hers, his hair grew out and changed colour, his figure became less square and more womanly and weirdest of all, his penis and testicles shrank away into nothingness. Finally Lucy, or the Lucy he knew rather, was sat back in front of him as she had been before with her exaggerated assets, tank top and yoga pants.
"Do you have any other questions Hayden?" she asked.
"How old are you Lucy?"
He had no idea why that was the question that made its way to front of his mind but it was out now.
"I can present myself as being any age you wish Hayden..." she began.
"No, no. What I mean is, how old are you? As in, er, how long have you been activated for I guess?"
"I have been active on my current production cycle 561 days, 19 hours, 33 minutes and 12 seconds."
"So you're still quite young then really," Hayden considered.
"Age is not a concept that truly applies to my kind. This and other genius advancements are what makes Bespoke Industries the world leader in nanotechnologies," Lucy seemed to say proudly.
"I bet you've seen quite a lot in your time then," Hayden smiled earnestly.
"I have seen many things, yes," Lucy smiled back.
There was an awkward silence for a moment as Hayden waited for Lucy to elaborate. Finally realising that as he hadn't asked her meant that she wasn't going to elaborate, he continued.
"What has been your favourite thing that you have experienced?"
"My time with you today has definitely been the most enjoyable," she almost immediately replied.
Hayden almost got swept up in her words, wanting to take them at face value, but the more time he spent with Lucy the more he was gradually understanding how she worked.
"Apart from with me," he clarified.
Lucy seemed to freeze for a moment. It was only brief, half a second at the most, but she noticeably stopped any form of movement, such as her simulated breathing, before continuing.
"I'm afraid Club Bespoke's privacy policy forbids me from discussing the details of previous clients and their experiences Hayden," she said with a slightly more serious tone than he was used to.
"O-ok I understand that Lucy. You don't need to go into specifics about who it was you were with though. I'm just interested in knowing what you personally have enjoyed."
