© 2007 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback, and try my best to reply to it all.
Emily looked around the hotel room. The double bed was both luxurious and realistic, made of white linen which felt soft to the touch. There was a bathroom with a shower large enough for two people. The most impressive feature was the view. She stepped onto the balcony and took a deep breath of fresh air while admiring the sunset. Although the sun had almost entirely disappeared behind the mountain that dominated the landscape, the sky was still a gorgeous shade of pink. For a minute, she simply stood there, appreciating the view of the forest and the river running down the mountainside. It must have taken someone months to design, she reflected.
"There you are." The voice was friendly.
Emily turned around to see her lover, Gemma, smiling at her. She was wearing her usual, off-the-shelf body, but she was dressed up. Her hair was dark red today, and she'd styled it over one eye. Her remaining visible eye was framed with thick, black eyeshadow, reminding Emily of a raccoon. She wore a tight black spandex top that only covered one shoulder, contrasting it with a surprisingly tomboyish pair of combat trousers.
"This place is beautiful," said Emily. She felt underdressed in her plain summer dress and heeled shoes. "What's the occasion?"
"Nothing special." Gemma had only been here a few seconds and already she was radiating warmth and energy. "I just wanted to prove something to you."
"What's that?" Emily was curious now. Gemma's idea of 'nothing special' was vastly different to her own.
"Remember a few weeks ago, when we were talking about our exes?"
"Yeah..." Emily's voice betrayed her hesitance.
"Don't worry!" Gemma giggled. "You've just gone three shades whiter. I haven't brought any of them with me or anything."
"Good." Emily felt herself relax again. What was she thinking? Gemma was a little eccentric, but she wasn't that crazy. "So what about them?"
Gemma took Emily's hands in her own and led her back inside. She effortlessly pulled her tight fitting top over her head and threw it onto the floor. "Remember before you came out as a lesbian, you were dating that guy, Phil?"
"Yeah." Emily couldn't help but become hesitant again.
"You told me you could never date a guy again because you have nothing in common, they're immature, and you don't even like their bodies." Gemma unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the floor in one fluid motion.
Emily watched Gemma, surprised that she didn't seem to have even a trace of modesty. "And you want to prove you can be just as horny and immature as any guy?"
Gemma giggled again with the playful innocence of a schoolgirl. "I want to show you that in the right hands, so to speak, their bodies aren't that silly." She slid her combat trousers off to reveal a pair of plain black boxer shorts containing a noticeable bulge.
"Please tell me you didn't," Emily began to say.
"Don't worry, I got a nice one. Clean, shaven, and fully working." Gemma slid her boxer shorts down her slender legs.
Staring at Gemma's perfectly formed and well shaved male genetalia hanging down between her smooth thighs, Emily couldn't help but let out a laugh. "It looks a little out of place."
"Well, originally I was going to get an off-the-shelf male body. The problem is, all the designers are men. I could only find the well-built, chiseled looks, square jaw variety. So I figured I'd just buy the part I actually intended to use."
"If you think you're coming anywhere near me with that thing, you've got another thing coming."
"Why?" Gemma's eyes were alight with a playful mock innocence. "Afraid you'll like it?"
"There's one more thing," said Gemma. "Give me control of yourself a second, I want to show you something."
"Why?" asked Emily apprehensively.
"It's a surprise." Gemma was beaming in her mischievous way again.
Reluctantly, Emily walked to the ubiquitous plaque on the wall next to the room's entrance. She pushed a few of its luminous buttons, giving Gemma the ability to do whatever she wanted to her, then let Gemma have her turn using the interface. She waited patiently while Gemma punched a few commands into it.
"So what did you do?" Emily looked down warily at her own body.
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