Mark grins and says, "But Biker Dudes are boring. Biker Babes are Awesome!"
As he pushes the button you feel Dre loosen and Miguel and Eric tighten. You glance down and see you are rather quickly developing a bombshell of a body, DD breasts, hourglass figure, about 5' 10", approx. 21 years of age.
You glance up as long red hair flows past your face and yell, "What‘re you doing to me!," in a suddenly very feminine voice that oozes of honey and sexiness. "Put me on and see," he says. As he turns a shiny, candy apple red, and becomes a fully-enclosed red motorcycle helmet with a midnight black visor. You then feel Miguel loosening and shrinking at the same time as he becomes a bra. You feel Dre tighten up as he becomes a pair of panties. You look down again to see Eric seem to liquefy as all the seams and zippers disappear. He flows over your hands and feet and up to your chin and the base of your skull. You feel him become skin tight again and see him turn the same shade of red as Mark. You feel an articulated spine pad grow in on your back. While on the front your breasts are separated slightly and lifted as integrated cups form, so that they won't jiggle uncontrollably. Then black, articulated ABS elbow pads form, as fake cuffs form at the end of your arms and the tops of your hands are covered in hard, black colored plates. Then you feel Marcus climbing up your legs as he becomes hard, black, ABS over-knee boots with hinged ankles and 3" spike heels.
You want to see all of what Mark did to you, so you go to look in the mirror. What looks back looks like it could have come out of a magazine. You look like a red headed supermodel with a perfect face and a perfect body in a futuristic formfitting lightly armored bodysuit.
You don't feel awkward in your new body and in fact feel like you were born with it and move as a woman would. You go get Mark and go back to the mirror to put him on. You gather your waist length hair and gingerly put on the helmet, expecting it to catch your hair, it goes on smooth as silk.
You have a second of feeling like you are in a skintight leather suit with a helmet on, then you see a black rubbery material shrink around your neck from the helmet and melt into the suit. The next moment it feels like the world opened up, you can see in all directions at the same time, you can hear everything from the electricity in the walls to the university a half mile away, you can suddenly feel the slightest breeze though still feel protected by the suit which is still the perfect temperature, breathable, and feeling almost alive. You can also smell the slightest chemicals though you don’t have a nose now, at the moment it mostly smells of general guy smells and stale pizza.
You jump when you hear Mark say in your head, 'See! Isn't this better than that regular Biker Dude you were going to be. This bio-suit will give you better control and protect you better that the other one would have, and it will let you integrate better with your new bike.' "New bike!," you yell. 'Why yes, the finest that science hasn't invented yet,' you can hear a grin, 'it's a multi-fuel/electric hybrid, it will run on just about anything you put in the tank, it has regenerative brakes to charge the batteries or you can plug it into the wall.' Trying to be quieter you think at him, 'Why does it need all that!' He replies, 'To power the Chronivac and various accessories, of course. Come on, let’s go check it out!'
You reluctantly go out to the driveway and see what your friend has done to your Harley. What you see makes you sad and happy at the same time. Gone is your classic Harley. In its place is a bike that looks sort of like a Japanese model, but one that had mated with an American muscle car. It exuded power and grace while still being about the size of a regular motorcycle.
As you get on you don't see a key switch, what you see in its place is a multi-conductor plug on a cord. Almost dreading to ask, you wonder how to start it, Mark says, ‘It plugs in at the bottom of the helmet,' relieved it wasn't somewhere else you find the hole and plug yourself into the bike. After a moment a bunch of text scrolls up your visor and a HUD appears, you also hear the Chronivac charging. Not knowing how to stop it you can do nothing as it shoots your house. It turns from a bachelor's pad to a woman's home with all the things that make it a woman's home, plus a fully stocked garage and your new identity as the owner. 'Oops,' Mark says. Feeling gracious at the moment you say, "It's OK, we can fix it later. At the moment we need at least one pocket for an ID and debit card to go into so I’m legal." Mark says, 'I just finished downloading myself. Unplug and stand in front of the bike, the emitter is just above the headlight.’
You get up and stand between the bike and the garage, you glance down and say, “Sorry Eric we need to modify you a little bit.” As you say that you hear the Chronivac charge and fire. You see the leather material bubble over the plastic breast cups, making it look like a shirt over breasts, and a small card holder with an ID and debit card appears in your hand. There is no other obvious change to the suit. You brush your hand across the bridged gap, it feels like your unbroken skin, though you can also feel the cups underneath. Unbeknownst to you, you also received a virtual reality game room that used the suit as an interface as Mark made tweaks to the house. As you go back to the bike you glance at the ID, it is for your current body and has your address on it. The card has the same name as the ID. You sit down, plug in, and ask, ‘Where do I put it?’ Mark says, ‘Take your right index finger and trace a vertical line between your breasts.’ You do and that area peals back like it was cut with a knife, it doesn’t hurt. You put the card holder into the sudden pocket and run your finger the other way to seal it back up.
Thinking it is about time you got on the road, you start the motorcycle with a thought. The motor starts and sounds like a panther’s roar, and idles like the same jungle cats purr. You kick the kickstand and back yourself down the driveway. When you get out to the street you lean over the tank and grab the handlebars. As you put it in gear and take off your arms and legs seem to lock to the bike, becoming part of it. You are not worried though as you head out to the Interstate highway to see what you can see, and secretly Mark sees how much fun he can have with the Chronivac. You are sure you can handle whatever this week throws at you with your friends with you and part of you.
Where do you and your mobile Chronivac go?
What do you see, or change along the way?