"So where can I change", Ashley asked Mary. "You can just go behind the teleportation chamber. I promise we won't look", replied Mary and the others nodded in agreement. Ashley took her bag behind the chamber and started to undress. As she was completely nude she pulled out the Biker gear she "borrowed" from her friend and put it on, it was a bit to big. When it came to pack her previous clothes back into the bag, she noticed her mobile phone. Not wanting to be without it, she simply shoved it into one of the pockets in her pants. At last she put on her helmet. Leather clad and ready for action she stepped out in front of the chamber.
"Badass", said Mary, "Now if you were so kind as to enter the first chamber", she continued in a mock posh voice, pointing towards said chamber. Mary went to the control console watched by her other friends and turned on the process. The doors closed and with a bright flash Ashley disappeared. The console showed the transporter working throwing its usual warnings. Mary got a bit worried that it was taking that long, but naturally from the perspective of the beamee this all happened instantly. After what must have been half a minute the second chamber filled with red light and Ashley formed again.
As Ashley looked like she was going to fall, her friends came over to provide support to her. On the outside she didn't look much different. Her head was engulfed in a black helmet with a flip up visor. She appeared to be wearing a black jacket, it's collar seemingly filling up the space to the helmet. Curiously she flexed her glove hands which looked exactly like the gloves she was wearing before, however stroking over her chest she felt that this was actually her skin. On her front there was a zipper, as there would be on a jacket, touching it sent mild shivers of pleasure though her. A pocket was to the left and right of it. Below her waist her leather pants were visible. Her knees and elbows were protected by metal plates sliding in between the leather. Her feet were sturdy black leather boots with thick soles. Shuffling around a bit she could feel the ground where they touched the ground. She looked just as cool as before, but now it was her skin.
"Are you alright?", asked Mary, "The numbers look a bit odd. It seems like you are now mostly inorganic... and lighter." Ashley regained her posture and answered, "I think I'm alright", I do feel a bit lighter than before. She flipped up her visor and her friends just stared at her gasping. "What?", she asked. Strangely there was no face behind that visor, but only an empty void as you'd expect with an empty helmet. She pulled off her helmet and immediately felt a bit confused. While it was normal for her head to follow the movement of the helmet, this movement lasted. It seemed like she would see out of the helmet she was holding in her hands. "Woah!", she exclaimed before re-orienting herself. She gave her helmet head to one of her friends instructing her to hold her towards the rest of her. A thought passed her mind, "Can... Can I be worn?". This excited her and she reached to open her zipper, as she reached the first centimetres, she started to feel weak in her arms, possibly about to collapse. So she laid down her headless leathery body on the ground before trying it again. This time it worked. She could open her zipper which caused her upper jacket body to deflate. With minor effort she still was able to move in this state waving to the ground and proclaimed to the bystanders, "I'm alright!"
Suddenly a ringing sound, like from a mobile telephone came out of the helmet. Someone was calling her cellphone... which somehow also became part of her. Quickly she picked up.