The guard led us through the door to the next room and over to a desk behind which sat a buxom blond with tanned skin.
“Like hello Freddie,” she giggled at the guard “Got more new girls for me?”
“For a given value of ‘girl’,” grunted the guard. He turned to us and said “This here is Candice, she runs the stores here.”
“Like hi,” she waved at us.
“Uh, hi,” replied Trevor, while I just nodded.
She smiled wider and said “If you’d like to stand here,” she indicated a panel on the floor “And we can get you measured up for new clothes.” I glanced at Trevor and shrugged. He shrugged back and stepped onto the square with trepidation.
“Towels off please,” giggled Candice “We won’t get an accurate measurement with them on.” Trevor stared at her wide eyed, then glanced over at the guard and hastily complied, obviously remembering the punishments the first guard had administered to Biff. Trevor stood there buck naked, one arm trying to cover his breasts with the other hand covered his crotch. Candice didn’t seem to notice and typed something into the computer.
Green beans lanced down from above Trevor, playing back and fore over his body, presumably taking his measurements. After a few minutes the lights went out and Candice nodded satisfied. “And what’s your name?”
“Uh Trevor,” replied Trevor.
“No silly,” she giggled, “Not your old name.”
“Uh.”
She rolled her eyes and said “You get to pick a new name if you want. Didn’t they tell you.”
Trevor shook his head then said “Wait, can I keep my old name?”
Candice pulled a face and said “If you want, but why would you want a boy’s name, that’s just icky.”
Trevor glanced down and said “I think I’ll stick with Trevor for now.”
Candice glance down at his crotch and giggled, understanding. “Titbois and dickgirls are sooo hot.” We both blushed at that and she motioned for me to step onto the panel.
“I think I’ll stick with Jon for now,” I commented as I disrobed.
She nodded as the lights activated and said “Spelt the French way?”
“Huh?”
“She means spelt J-E-A-N,” said Trevor, trying not to ogle me "You know, like Captain Picard.”
“Oh,” I replied. I looked at the guard then back to Candice and decided to take the path of least resistance “umm, yeah, sure.” She grinned at that and typed it into the computer.
“Now,” she said, “While we computate your measurements, let me tell you how things work. We’ll provide you with one outfit now and will send spares down to your rooms. You can purchase new outfits using the credits you accrue doing jobs. Credits can also be used to pay for training or treatments in the clinic.” She stood up to reveal she had a ginger furred cat’s tail. “As you can see there are some fun treatments you can have along with conventional body modifications such as breast enlargement, facial alterations and so forth.” She sat back down and said “Now let’s see what you two have accrued so far.”
Trevor and I looked at each other confused. We hadn’t done any jobs so how did we get any credits?
“Hmm, let’s see. You both get 100¢ starting balance as a curtesy. Hmm, you didn’t resist, so that gives you both a 100¢ bonus. Aww,” she pouted, “You should have gone for the standard treatment then you could have opted for the enhancement treatment to get a 500¢ bonus; I did and don’t regret it.” She gave a giggle and continued. “Ooh cheeky bois,” she smiled “That handjob show you had in the shower gives you 200¢ with a bonus 100¢ for pleasuring each other as part of it. That gives you 500¢, not bad to start off with.”
“So what can we buy with them?” I asked.
“All sorts, clothes, accessories, upgrade to a better room, but then you have to pay higher rent. But you can't buy anything until tomorrow I’m afraid, store’s closed for the day.” She tapped something on the computer and four holograms appeared. “Select which outfit you want to start with and I’ll get it made up now.”
I looked at Trevor and he gave a shrug, then we both turned to look at our choices.
A black minidress, and I mean mini - there was a distinct danger of our male attributes peaking out if we wore that one.
A tight pair of spandex yoga pants and a matching pink tank top.
A pair of denim short shorts and a pale blue crop top.
And finally a Japanese schoolgirl outfit.
I chewed my lip pondering which to pick.
“Hurry up,” grunted the guard “My shift ends soon and I’m not getting paid overtime.”
Wincing, we made our choices.
