Brianna and Freya walked side by side into the mansion, occasionally glancing at a hallway or a podium so they could avoid crashing into it, but their attention was on their reflections in the polished marble flooring. Both of them in a state of disarray; Freya, somehow still walking elegant, and still clad in her black mermaid gown and high heels, though now the top was unhooked and now opened at her waist like a flower, her H-cup boobs bouncing smoothly from her perfectly timed strides. Her legs were bare, her muscles smooth but defined, not large enough to be distracting but visible to anyone who tried to keep fit.
Brianna, also in black, but her dress was tighter, the arms and legs being a transparent design of black lace. She had only the body she had been born with, but put a bounce in her step and a tight ass that begged to be touched, but only with permission. Her smile had a shadow of a smirk at one corner, and she was carrying her own heels in her right hand, along with the remnants of tights that had been discarded previously during sex.
The two of them followed a certain internal sense neither could explain, though hearing a shower turning off and seeing lights go on and off gave them a clue that they would be neither early nor late. They arrived in what looked like a reception area, a large open room with a glass ceiling 3 stories high, and colorful pieces of ceramic art hanging midair.
Benjamin was waiting, and cleaning the phone's screen with a glass wipe.
"First, remove the password on your phone, please." he said, handing it back to Freya. Without hesitating, she did, and all her files began to decrypt.
"I have a few questions."
It was more than a few. Neither of them hid anything; even revealing Freya's previous existence as Jeff, and his experimentation with a dick boob. Benjamin didn't question that detail too much, as he was too busy questioning his own desires.
"Interesting... so. Power. That is now all mine, if I want it.."
"But you'll share!" Brianna blurted out, desperate.
"Of course, I'll share. With both of you. I have no desire to kill either of you, after all, though I think we can all agree I wouldn't want these changes to deprive any of us of access to the chronovac... certain mental revelations could result in us becoming completely immoral, or deciding one of us shouldn't have access any longer. And yet, as both of your experimentation with gender and identity have revealed, it is a risk we take at every turn."
"You have a very philosophical view of things," Brianna commented.
"So what do we do?" Asked Freya, remembering her own dissatisfaction with the chronovac's interpretation of her new sexuality.
"Of course, I am an artist. And I am not sure, just yet, what can be done. But I will think about it... and in the mean time, I don't think I'll have any complaints if I asked you to help me relax?" Benjamin smiled.
The girls shook their heads no.
Benjamin lead both of them into his private chambers which, still seemed the size of an entire house to the two suburbanites. Once the chronovac was loaded once again, he bid the girls to kneel next to each other on the floor next to his bed. Eager to be changed, they did as he bid.