The year is 3086 and there has been little complaints about Body Gallery and the service it has provided over the last few centuries. In fact, business could never be better. Bart Tab had arrived home from work so exhausted that he had the cars auto program take him there.
As bad on lives the third world war was, it made as big a technological boost as the first two had done to countries around the world. He walked up to his front door; pressed his thumb print to a panel, and had himself scanned before the door opened automatically. "Welcome home, Mr. Tab." A feminine voice said as he collapsed on the couch and a holographic woman began to massage his shoulders.
"Thanks hon." He said as a computer screen materialized before him from nowhere.
YOU HAVE MAIL
"Greetings lucky internet shopper." An electronic voice spoke from all around him. "You have been selected at random to try out our The Body Gallery's new suit line. If you wish, we can get started immediately."
"Interesting." Bart thought as he kicked up his steel toe work boots and flexed his nylon encased toes. Due to the shortage in clothing since the third world war, clothing had become scarce and many men were force to enjoy the more feminine side of clothing. In Bart's case, he enjoyed it. "I wonder what it would be like to be a woman."
Going to the fridge a sensor scanned his presence. "YOU NEED MILK, HAM, AND BOTTLED WATER." The fridge told him. He touched the panel on the fridge and saw he didn't have any plans for his day off.
"Why not." Bart thought as he went back to the hovering computer panel and toughed the E-mail ad. His DNA and a blood sample was automatically downloaded to the company nurse while he started to answer the form that appeared.
P OR T SUITS?
"Doesn't say what either of them are." Bart thought to himself. "He pressed T."
"You have selected a new temporary suit." The company reported back. "Unlike the old temps that dissolved away after so many hours of use, the new ones merely needs to be washed once every 48 hours and continue use can be done without ordering another suit."
"Sounds good." Bart thought as he was a folded pile of flesh materialized on the coffee table. Picking it up, he held the unfolded flesh before him. He then stripped out of all his clothes and went to the shower system designed for both male and female house owners. Pressing female, the auto shower shaved his body hair. He then stepped into the body suit one foot at a time. In the same way he'd pull on a pair of pantyhose.
His fingers and toes automatically came a bright pink in color and he notice a special new ID had come with the suit. On the back was a computer code that he put in place to so that everything he owned would now except both his female print as well as his male print.
Slipped on a pair of suntan pantyhose, a purple turtle neck blouse, black mini skirt and gray thigh high boots, he went off to a local bar with a young, handsome man dressed in St. Patrick Day green offered to buy the new body suit being known as Betty a drink.
"Thank you, my Irish hunk." Betty smiled at the man and loved the feeling of his hand rubbing on her nylon covered leg. Betty invited him back to her place where they started to strip one another of their clothes from the front door, all the way up to the bed. They rubbed one another in a constant lip lock.
As Betty laid on her back, she felt herself being penetrated by the manhood of the strange. Following his new female emotions that seemed built into the suit, he rose his hips to meet his penis and was filled even more. Being a virgin vagina, Betty was naturally tight and felt like she was being ripped about when entered.
The next day, Betty woke with a sticky scum on her legs and inner thighs. The man had already gone hope, but her warmth feeling was still with her. Betty knew that she was going to love this suit and would enjoy being Bart at work and Betty on her free time. This new Body Gallery would prove far better than anyone though life could ever offer.
THE END
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