The sheet that landed before Kim was for a wheeled vehicle. She had to turn to brochure to find a picture of what was wanted. Turning the pages she came upon a two-wheeled, scooter-like ride.
It looked smallish. The handle bars sprouted from a rounded console in the front. Two large lights were mounted on the front of the console. They were oval and looked almost like eyes. The console was mounted on a curvy chassis that dropped down and back toward the seat. The fork holding the front wheel emerged from at an angle forward of the front. The seat was a wide, banana-seat that looked really well padded. Under that there was a v-shaped fork that ran down to the back wheel and then up again to a second passenger seat.
Kim marveled at the clean lines of the bike. The different views of the bike allowed her to get a good idea of the complex shape it formed. It was oddly sexy. And oddly familiar. It was a moment before she made the connection. It made her catch her breath.
The bike was designed to look almost like a woman. If it were a woman she was posed awkwardly. She would be arching herself backward enough that if she had a spine it would be broken. The front seat would be perched on her ass. The back seat would be her feet. The rear wheel would be held between her knees. The woman would be leaning forward on her forearms holding the front wheel. Kim could see where the bike became narrow where a woman's waist would be. It was round around the rib cage and flared where the hips might be. The round console must be the woman's head.
It was eerie. And also a little sexy. Kim wondered if she was looking at another poor woman, like herself, that had found no other options. Who had given up her own body to be used. Had given up her humanity and become a machine. A machine to be used to move people about. She felt a connection to this 'thing'. She wondered what it would be like to be forced into that pose. Locked into a sexy form for months on end. She had to find out.
There were a lot of papers to sign, but Kim did so quickly. Every moment was just another delay before she could be changed.