My face was flushed, and I could feel my breath coming in fast and light. I crossed the street and looked up at the skyscraper. On one side, in large letters, Right Rhyme Night Life Inc stood out in green holographic letters, suspended in front of the sleek building. The city towered above me. On my level, trees and open parks dotted both sides of the Chicago River.
I walked over to the river and gazed down. It had been mechanically cleaned in 2094, and for the next hundred years, the water was filtered every day by nanorobots. My reflection looked back up at me. My cheeks were flushed deep red, and my beard looked large and imposing. "I was born a man, I'll always be a man." But I couldn't help but think about what I was about to do. I was about to give my mind over and become what I had always secretly desired: a sexy, tight, young woman. A woman who truly wants to please men.
I turned around and started to walk toward the building, and my confidence started to grow. I held up my wrist and saw the hologram of the time appear in front of me. "Right on schedule, good." This was a test day for an actual job, after all. If I do a good job, I'll be able to do this every day, and even get paid for it.
I crossed the lobby. Androids and humans of all shapes and sizes walked around smartly, greeting me and everyone else, exuding calm and luxury. I made my way to an android behind the front desk. I locked eyes with her and felt her robotic eyes scan me.
"Good morning, Mr. Simon Brown! I see you are right on time for your 10:00am test run."
"Yes, thank you, that's correct." I said quietly. I didn't want to sound nervous, but it was foolish to attempt. These new model androids were very quick and extremely detail oriented.
"You will be testing the... Noelle Green model... is that correct?"
I looked around. I nodded back to her. "Lovely," she finished. "If you would please proceed to the elevator on your right," she indicated with a slender, robotic hand. I noticed an elevator became illuminated in a pale blue light. "You will be met at the top and your test will be established."
"Th-th-thank you," I mumbled.
The android giggled. "Don't be nervous," she smiled. "Good luck!"
And with that, I proceeded ahead to the elevator, the doors opening as I got within a few steps of them. Once I was inside, the elevator began to silently move. I looked through the clear walls to see the different floors, as well as the lobby growing increasingly farther away. Before I knew what was happening, the doors were opening again, and I was being met by another android (seemingly identical) and a man who I recognized as my Recruiter.
"Morning, Simon. Glad you've made it!" He approached me and clapped me on the back.
"Morning, Seth. Thanks."
"What? Are you nervous?" Seth barked out a laugh, the android let out a similar giggle to the one in the lobby. We arrived at a sleek door in a long, well-lit hallway of doors.
"I... I guess you could say that." I tried to laugh, but I stopped. It felt so forced. I guess I was just hoping to get the stupid procedural stuff out of the way.
We entered the Transfer Room, and the android took her seat at the Operator's Station. Her fingers began to fly at a blur on the smooth surface of her console table. Lights and patterns appeared in the air, and as she worked, I saw the tank next to her light up. The lid moved up and away, and the bed where I had been trained to lie became softly illuminated.
"Alright then, let's not waste any time," Seth said. "Let's touch on the basic in's and out's that you'll want to remember." I nodded and he continued. "First, this Sheila unit will be monitoring your sessions here to make sure that you are kept safe. Don't forget: if your host body dies, then your consciousness will die as well. That also goes for pain, which I'm sure your aware. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to feel any pleasure.. and we wouldn't want that, would we?"
I was so grateful that Seth was trying to keep things light, but I was getting impatient. I knew the rules, I had run over them in my head countless times since I first came in for my interview.
"If you are hired by Right Rhyme Night Life, Incorporated, you will be entitled to a 75% commission on every session that you book. This is a commission-only job, with no salary. You are also entitled to health benefits including human or android-led mental therapy sessions..." He gestured to the tank behind me. "Go ahead and lay down now, and be sure to get nice and comfortable."
As I sat down, the bed reacted and formed to my back curvature. It aided me in sitting upright. Seth brought over a metal cup with some clear liquid inside.
"Here's the drink. Bottom's up, Simon!"
I brought the cup to my lips, paused for a split second, then downed the drink in one. It tasted like water, but I soon fell asleep. I felt myself recline on my bed, but I saw incredible patterns under my eye lids as the drink flowed down and seemingly filled me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Seth kept talking to me, but I felt his voice grow fainter and fainter.
Then, once I could no longer hear Seth's voice, I heard the android speak: "Good morning, Noelle, rise and shine!"
I opened my eyes. I was in a different room, and I felt different too. I looked around. The furniture looked ancient. To one side, there was a coffee table and chairs, and a couch; everything somehow looked new.
"You're in a hotel room," the android voice said again. "The year is 2016." I blinked. "Take a look around! Don't forget to stretch, your first client will be here soon!" I heard that familiar giggle again, and then she went silent. I sat up in my bed and then I looked at my body for the first time.
It was a dream come true. I stood up from my bed and examined my naked form in the full length mirror by the closet. I remembered all of the statistics about Noelle Green, how she was 5'4, 115 pounds, a brunette, with green eyes, smooth tan skin, 34C perky breasts, and a smooth, tight pussy. I ran my hands over myself. It felt like my skin. I lightly squeezed and played with my breasts, they were smooth and soft. I pinched my nipples and felt a surge of pleasure that made me moan.
I had never really felt pleasure like that before. I was very well accustomed to the sensation of getting turned on and feeling my cock grow hard, feeling it ache to be released from my pants. This was new. I felt warmth and liquid spreading down. I moved my hand down and felt my pussy lips. They were already getting wet.
"I'm so turned on already," I said, and then I gasped. Hearing my new voice for the first time drove me even farther into arousal. I no longer had the deep baritone, now it was light and high, a soprano. I turned around and looked at my back in the mirror. My brown hair looked beautiful and long, ending at around my mid back, and my ass was round, smooth, and tight. I pulled my right ass cheek to the side with one hand and released it. I was close to tears at this point, this felt like the body that I always wanted.
Then I heard it, three knocks on the door. That was what I had been told to listen for; my first client was waiting outside. I looked around, there were no clothes available. Did they want me to greet him naked? I ran to all of the drawers and threw them open- empty. I ran to the closet, and I found a white bathrobe. I hastily threw it on and tied the rope shut. I returned to the mirror briefly to see if I looked good. I sure as hell did. But the knocking on the door brought me back to reality. I couldn't keep my client waiting.
I opened the door slowly and saw him. He was about eight inches taller than me, and he grinned broadly when he saw me. I felt more heat flow down between my legs. He had a small bag with him, and he wore a dark blue suit with a white cap. From the uniform and the charming smile he wore, I could tell instantly that he was an airline pilot.
"Won't you come in?" I cooed, feeling powerful and adventurous now.
"Why thanks, honey," he said as he brought his things inside. "What brings a sexy thing like you to this airport hotel?"
I giggled at that. Since this was just a test run, I assumed that they would have some programmed AI give me some cheesy lines. I wasn't wrong.
"Well, they told me that you'd be here, so..." I turned back and winked at him over my shoulder.
He took off his cap and set it on the coffee table. Then he took off his jacket and put it on the back of a chair. He loosened his tie and then took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Mike told me that I could ask you for any one thing."
"Well, if that's what Mike said, then I suppose you should."
"And you can't just stay the night with me?"
"No baby, I'm sorry, maybe some day, but today can't be overnight."
"Please baby? Flying planes is stressful, and you look like a lot of fun."
They were testing me, I knew it.
"I'm sorry honey, I know your job has to be super difficult. I want to help you out with that." I moved over so that I was sitting behind him on the bed. I put my hands on his shoulders and began to gently massage them, I felt his head sag down a little. "So, just, let me know what one thing I can do that you'd really like, okay baby?" I gently leaned in to kiss his ear, and I felt his shoulders push back into my barely covered tits.
"Unnggggg, why don't you help me take care of this?" He grabbed his crotch, and I looked down from his shoulder to see that he had a very sizeable bulge forming down his right pant leg.
"Mmm okay baby, whatever you say." I moved from behind him. Now the real test would begin. I had this one chance to impress the AI. If all went well, I could work as Noelle for the rest of my life. If not, this could be the one chance I had.
