Chapter Three
"How do you feel, dear?" asked a comforting voice, the words tamping down her anxiety.
Tina blinked, taking in the solid presence of the other drone. Her body was dressed in glistening black rubber. Her breasts were prodigious, held in place only by tight rubber bags decorated with red stripes leading up to her nipples.
First was a bedrock for the storage drones, and Tina had been afraid of her for a long time. As her marriage date approached, however, there was a sequence of awful chores that needed to be completed. Informing her parents of her decision was one of them, and she had decided that she simply couldn't do it without some help.
Joey had suggested that she talk to First about it, and despite her trepidations, she had finally acquiesced.
This was easier said than done, but one day after their required rest period, she had scraped up the courage to visit her rack - with a little
encouragement
from Hive at the last second.
She had discovered First to be a veritable fount of advice, helping and scolding her as she approached the critical day. She took a deep breath. Here she was, ready to enter the lion's den.
She pursed her lips as First turned towards the makeup kit, dusting her brush with more foundation. "I have butterflies in my belly," she admitted. "I know that my parents love me, in their own fashion, but I began to rebel once I left for college because they were stifling me. If I had spent one more moment with them, I'd
scream!
"
First nodded, carefully applying the makeup over her cheeks. "It's a common tale," she sighed, empathy in her voice. "You just wanted the ability to try and figure out things for yourself without being told what to do!"
A bemused smile graced her face. "And now, here you are, being told what to do by a machine."
"That's different!" Tina exclaimed immediately. "Before, my parents controlled my life, because they claimed to know what was
best
for me. Here, I'm working for the greater good of Hive. There's no question that what I'm being told to do will help
everyone!
"
"
Excellent,
" chuckled First. "I had wondered whether you would require more deprogramming, but it appears that you are a true believer."
Tina frowned, not liking the sound of whatever
that
was. Oh well, she didn't
have
to know everything! She was free to embrace her lover and serve Hive as the obedient slutty sex slave wife she was!
There was some mental friction at this thought, as becoming a wife was one of the things her parents had seriously pushed on her. The concern was quickly forgotten, however, overridden by her desire to be a proper sex slave for her husband to be.
GOOD GIRL.
She beamed at the praise, knowing that she was thinking the correct thoughts. All she had to do was finish up her makeup and tell her parents of her decision. Simple!
First moved to her eyes, applying dark eyeshadow and mascara with a flourish. "What kind of look are you going for here?" she asked.
"Dark," grinned Tina. "Completely dark! What's the point of rebelling if I don't look like a slutty, shiny, sex drone ready to take on the system?"
First made a noncommittal noise, continuing her application with delicate strokes. "Let's set aside the fact that you're a
part
of the 'system.' Is this the point where you're planning on revealing some of your...
other
alterations?"
"What,
this?
" asked Tina, dangling her tongue out of her mouth, revealing the barbell piercing gleaming on the surface. "Nah, if someone picks up on it, then I'll bring it up, but otherwise I'm not going to bother with it. The whole point of this meeting is to get them to come to the ceremony, right? I don't want to scare them away!"
First gave her a bright smile. "It depends on how well the machine has performed its calculations," she said mysteriously.
She flicked her wrist. "There, done. Take a look!"
Tina twisted around in the seat, taking in her appearance in the mirror. She was wearing a wig with long, black hair that dangled over her shoulders. Curling a lock in her fingers, she gave it a slow stroke.
It felt weird to have hair. She had long since gotten used to being denuded, and having to deal with the annoyance of getting hair in her eyes again was
annoying.
The overall effect with her whitened face was
amazing
, though. She certainly wouldn't underestimate First's talents going forward!
Pulling back the wig, she studied the perfect edges of her dark eyeshadow. The way it shimmered with a purple undertone when she moved her head was absolutely
stunning!
The makeup on her face had hidden her barcodes, and the number on her forehead had been disabled. Unless you looked closely, it would be difficult to tell that there was something
odd
about the glossy texture of her skin. She didn't look like a drone at all!
She pursed her lips, frowning. "I don't like it," she declared petulantly, folding her arms over her enlarged breasts. The rubbery frills on her dress bounced as she stared at her dull, boring eyes. "I feel like I don't
belong
here any more!"
First chuckled, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Leaning in, she pressed a finger into her chest, right over her heart. "What you look like on the surface doesn't matter," she declared. "Underneath, you'll always be a drone. This is simply a disguise. Tomorrow, you can go back to being a nameless storage drone, if you so desire."
She snapped the makeup kit closed, stretching out her fingers. "Now, stand up. I want to get a full view."
Tina hopped off the stool, hearing the rubbery layers of her dress creak as she angled her arms at her sides. She couldn't see the black buckles of her boots underneath the wide hoop of her gothic lolita dress, though she could feel the tightness of the rubber stockings against her legs.
When she took a step back, the click of her heel against the tile sounded solid, the straps from her garter belt stretching against her waist. Cool air billowed underneath, making her bare privates pucker in protest.
Normally, it was a given that she would be exposed, but it seemed odd to be wearing no underwear with
this
outfit. Nobody would notice as long as she didn't lift up her skirt, but
still.
First examined her with a critical eye, her irises glowing a vibrant blue. Stepping in, she straightened up a couple of black ribbons, patting her shoulders. "You look stunning, my dear," she announced. "You seem ready. There's just one more thing."
Opening the box on the table next to the mirror, she pulled out a bridal veil, made of white rubber. The material dangled awkwardly as First picked it up, turning to place it on Tina's head.
She frowned as strips of rubber flipped in front of her face, large perforations providing a thin semblance of vision. "How am I going to talk to them like
