Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 10:34:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Trans Gender <cuteasstv@yahoo.com>
Subject: Perverted Pleasures Station Part One

Please don't distribute this story in part or whole without credit to:
Natasha - cuteasstv@yahoo.com

This story deals with: Transgender, Hetero and Homosexual situations,
prostitution.

This is a science fiction story.

Please feel free to use the email address above to share discussion and
constructive criticism about the storyline and writing style.

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The shuttle rocked as something exploded off to one side. Mike clung on to
a strut and breathed hard, panic fillnig him everywhere. In one corner, the
vuscreen droned on.

"And in the financial news... Michael Desi, owner of Perverted Pleasures
Station, is due back at the luxury destination today to attend the annual
shareholders meeting. The meeting should unveil his new plans for the
controversial space station..."

Another explosion rocked the shuttle again and something broke with the
tinkle of glass. Michael peered desperatly at the front viewscreen. The
station looming ahead didn't seem to be coming any closer, even though the
shuttle engines were screaming with effort.

"Perverted Pleasures Station is famed for catering to any taste possible,
using a huge range of advanced androids, indistinguishable from the real
thing. The station is arranged in a series of levels, each increasing in
quality... and of course expense... as one climbs from the docking level at
the bottom to the penthouse level at the top."

Another distant explosion was heard. Mike flicked the nearest screen to the
shuttle's rear view. Several sleek, grey spaceships were dwindling into the
distance as the station grew nearer... obviously fearing that the station
defenses might take offense at the firefight on their doorstep. The
presenter continued to chat inanely on the vuscreen.

"Speculation continues to run wild as to what Mr Desi... with his recently
consolidated majority shares... will address at the meeting. The most
persistent rumor is that he will restructure the share allocation scheme,
and begin work on enlarging the station. There is already a six month
waiting list from across the known galaxy, so more capacity would
definately be a wise mo*click*"

Mike flicked the channel across to his private player and shoved in the
datacube he had found in his office. A shadowy figure appeared on the
screen.

"Greetings, Mr Desi. I apologise for the cloak-and-dagger appearance of
this recording, but as a clandestine customer of the services of your
station, I'm sure you understand my desire for confidentiality." The figure
paused briefly.

"In the line of my business, I recieve a great deal of corporate
information. One piece of information concerns yourself. Rather unwisely,
you have decided that in the event of your demise, your shares will be
distributed evenly amongst the other shareholders. Unfortunately, this
means that one particular group will have a majority share and use it to
take control of the station." The figure leaned forward pointedly.

"This group intends to bring about your demise, Mr Desi." The figure leaned
back again.

"I seek no reward for this information, other than the continuation of the
excellent services of your station." The screen flicked off, and then
automatically switched back to the newscast.

"...major component of the services offered, and indeed designed, by the
station is a memplant bodyswap. This is a very high-tech procedure where an
individual is implanted with a 'memplant'. This device continually records
the individual's mindstate. At some point, perhaps upon death or simply at
a whim, the individual can elect to be placed in a new, synthetic
body... either a replica of his own, or an entirely new design. It is
estimated that ninety percent of those with an annual credit earning of
more than one million credits have a memplant."

A new voice chimed melodically over the sound system. "Docking request
accepted. Welcome to perverted Pleasures Station. You are on Adam and Eve
level. Have a very perverted day..." There was a loud clunk and the shuttle
shuddered as docking arms latched onto the shuttle and pulled it against an
airlock. Mike scurried to the main door and peered out as it automatically
cycled open. As he feared, there were grim-looking men in grey suits
scanning the crowd at every entrance. Behind him, the chatty voice of the
newscaster filled the cockpit.

"...legality of the bodyswap system has always been in question. The only
concession that Perverted Pleasures Station, along with other bodyswap
sources, has made to calls for regulation is the requirement that the
identity of the individual is kept in a small chip, implanted somewhere on
the body. The station hasn't conceded to the galactic lawmakers much at
all, citing it's status as an individual entity and supoprting that with an
impressive financial powerbase. As such, the station has become a reputed
home for many of the crime lords of the galaxy, and the sublevels have
become a hotbed of criminal activity."

Mike slipped out of the door and hurried along the edge of the massive
docking bay, his head down, keeping the milling crowd of arrivals and
departers between him and the main entranceways. Ducking into one of the
emergency stairwells, he paused for a moment to catch his breath. He
staretd violently as a voice shouted from above.

"Hey! You!"

He glanced upwards. It just took a moment to take in the grey suit and
angry features before he turned and ran down the stairs. Bursting through a
side door, he stared around wildly, trynig to figure out where he
was. Pipes covered every surface, occasionally venting steam, and he
recognised the first of the sublevels. He paused... the sublevels were
possibly as dangerous as the people chasing him... but ringing boots on the
metal grids of the stairways decided him. He charged down the narrow
walkway between the pipes, taking turns at random until the sound of
pursuit dwindled into the distance.

After a while to catch his breath, he wandered randomly through the pipes
until he found an elevator, then spent a few second cursing. The lift only
went down, not up... he would have to brave deeper sublevels, or continue
to wander this level with his pursuers. At least the crew levels would be
likely to have a vidphone that he could use to call his private security
team. He stepped in to the elevator and thumbed the first residential
section.

A riot of noise and confusion assaulted him as he stepped out of the
elevator, and it took him a moment to realise what was going on. Rather
than a residential section, he'd selected the level that offered 'Perverted
Pleasures' services to the crew of the starships who couldn't afford the
more select offerings in the main levels. Low quality prostitute androids
bantered with grinning crewmen, grimy shops and stalls offered a cornucopia
of mind-altering substanced and devices, and in an open area a pair of
combat droids tore each other apart while yelling spectators waved bet
slips in the air.

Pushing through the crowd, Mike eventually spotted a vidphone and dialed
his office. A worried security officer appeared on the screen and listened
to Mike's detailing of events.

"We'll have a security detail there in less than three mintues, Sir!"
"Shit!" "Sir?"

Mike had seen a grey-suited figure stepping out of a nearby
elevator. Bolting out of the vidphone booth, he hurtled towards the nearest
door and clattered through it.

Peering around, he noticed what seemed to be old-style video boxes. Peering
closer, he realised that each box carried a grimy 'memplant' and 'bodyswap'
logo in one corner. He had stepped into a back-alley bodyswap
shop. Suddenly aware that the camera over the pay booth was swiveling
towards him, he hurriedly picked up a box at random and moved towards the
back of the shop.

Suddenly a loud voice was heard from outside.

"We tracked him here! He has to be in this area... we've covered all the
entrances to this sector. Yes Sir." The voice increased in volume, "Ok you
maggots, start searching the shops. He's gotta be here somewhere."

Mike hurried to the back of the shop and started pulling frantically at the
door. A tinny voice came from the paybooth.

"Ya gotta pay here first... damn new arrivals, never know anything..."

Mike rushed to the paybooth, slammed the box and his credchip on the
counter. The booth bleeped and he grabbed the credchip and burst through
the door, then looked around wildly. He was in a corridor wtih doors
leading off in all directions. He tried doors until one opened, then
scurried through and locked it behind him.

The room he was in was filled with mansized white capsules. As the door
locked, the lights came on. Mike was aware of a crashing noise from the
front part of the shop, and a tinny voice raised in complaint. Panicking,
he scurried over to a capsule, finding a catch in the side. It opened to
reveal a smoothly contoured shape. He climbed in and closed the capsule
over himself, hearing the catch snick shut with some alarm. After a minute
nothing happened, and he relaxed a little and kept his ears straining to
pick up some sound.

Suddenly the door opened and determined steps came in. He heared the person
bumping around the room, and froze into immobility. There was a clunking
sound at one end of the capsule, and then it suddenly lit up. A melodious
voice filled the capsule as he heard the steps recede and the door close.

"Welcome to the Perverted Pleasures Bodyswap network. Your new home is
being prepared. While this is done, you will be put gently to sleep, and
the contents of your memplant will be scanned and verified. When you wake
up, you will be in your new body, fresh and rejuvinated and ready to face a
new life."

Michael started thumping furiously on the inside of the capsule. The soft
lining absorbed his banging and his yells, while the voice continued
reassuringly.

"Please try and relax. All systems are verified operating at one hundred
percent. The selected module, '13FSXMDL', has been installed and the body
model is already being created. Sleep well, valued customer."

There was a faint hissing sound and everything turned to black.



CHAPTER TWO

The white fuzzyness in front of Michael's eyes slowly resolved itself into
a gleaming white ceiling. With an effort he turned his head left and saw an
array of electronic equipment. Further slow movement right showed a rank of
empty beds. Everything swam briefly and he shut his eyes. The same melodic
voice sounded.

"Well done, valued customer. The operation was a complete success! Some
slight weakness and disorientation is expected, it will pass
momentarily. Your belongings and a new set of clothes, courtesy of
Perverted Pleasures, is on the table by the door. Your identity chip has
been implanted on the inside of your right elbow, for future
reference. Have a very perverted day."

Mike sat up as the dizzyness receded, looked around again, and then looked
down. His scream echoed through the room.

Two small mounds poked out the soft white material covering his chest... he
realised after a moment it was a surgical gown. The gown followed the
contures of the small body he now inhabited. Slim, delicate arms hung from
his shoulders... small shoulders, he realised... and slender, smooth legs
appeared from under the hem of the gown. He realised that even the scream
sounded young and girly.

Noticing a mirror on a nearby table, he climbed awkwardly off the bed and
stumbled over to it. An elfin face looked back at him. Pale skin, high
cheekbones, large eyes, rosebud lips, the picture looked like it might have
come from an expensive teenage modelling magazine. Dropping the mirror he
moved to his belongings by the door. Next to them was the box from the
shop... he grabbed it and scanned the back.

'Are you a woman seeking the wild childhood she never had? Perhaps you're a
man wanting to experience life from the other side. If so, this luxury
model is for you... all of the pleasures of teenage girlhood, with none of
the pains. This design comes with all of the features as
standard... flexible, fast-healing structure, advanced hormonal
replication, the latest in nutrition processing. You'll be able to take
punishment and eat food that a natural navy seal couldn't handle, with
minimal waste and no concerns. system details: Black hair, perfect skin,
curvy figure, high attractiveness rating. For technical specifications,
please consult the manual. Compliant with all popular brands of memplant.'

The pricetag confirmed that this was indeed a luxury model, probably
designed for a very elite customer base. How it ended up in this shop was a
puzzle... probably stolen from one of the supply ships, along with the
other equipment in the shop. Fortunate really... at least it was a quality
job. It was also starting to dawn on him that this was a really good
disguise. Maybe now he could get up to the upper levels and find his team.

He started to climb into his clothes, but paused as he realised they
wouldn't fit. Turning to the little pile of clothes next to his, he stopped
and glanced across at a larger mirror. Approaching, he twisted and turned
to admire his new body, pulling off the surgical gown. The figure in the
mirror was certainly very attractive, at least for... he consulted the
box... 12? Younger than his usual taste, although age meant less these
days. His lines curved in under a pair of small, perky, pink-nippled
breasts to a slender waist, and then back out to well-rounded hips. Slender
legs led up to a perfect round bubble butt. Everything but his eyebrows and
head were completely smooth and hairless. He glanced again at the box... so
much for reliving childhood. This model was for sex, and no doubt about
it... nicely catering to the darker tastes of the galactic elite.

He turned back to the clothes and groaned... while the job may have been
high-quality, the clothes were all sub-level. A minute pair of thong
panties, a very short mini, and a cutoff tshirt, all in bright pink. A pair
of fuck-me heels completed the picture of young hooker. With wry amusement,
he noted that the groan of annoyance was turned by his new voice into a
very sexual-sounding moan... he'd have to be careful. Fortunately there
were a couple of pink hairclips... the long black hair was already getting
on his nerves.

He climbed into the clothes and wriggled around a little. They felt
strange, touching him in unfamiliar places. He was trying not to think
about the softness between his legs, or the bumps on his chest... their
combined sensitivity kept sending him little electric surges every so
often, which made that idea difficult. Bundling his clothes up, he paused
and pulled the credchip out of the bundle. After a moment's hesitation, he
managed to tuck it into the mass of hair, using one of the clips to hold it
in place. All of his other belongings were rolled up and tucked under one
arm.

He stopped at the door, thinking about the chip. It was finally dawning on
him that they probably tracked him via his cred transactions. He'd have to
find a way to get around without using the chip. Perhaps back up to the
elevators, and then as high as he could go without using the id chip in his
arm.



CHAPTER 3

He shifted irritably as the thong rode up into his butt and stepped up to
the door, then jumped back in fright as it swung open. A geeky looking boy,
around 17 at a guess, stood grinning in the doorway. There was something
unsettling about the grin.

"So. All up and ready, are we? Happy in our new body?"

His heart beating fast, Mike nodded. He suddenly realised that his new body
was very weak, relatively speaking.

"Those guys that were here. They were looking for someone that looked
amazingly like you did..."

Mike nodded again. There wasn't much poitn in denying it.

"There's still one out here. He's waiting in the shop... seems convinced
you come in here. You're gonna need me to get past him."

"I suppose you want money." Mike heard his own voice properly for the first
time. It was like warm honey would sound like, if it were female and
12. The grin on the boy's face widened.

"Nah. You're going to be good to me, if you know what I mean. Put those
pretty little lips to good use. That's the only way I can get you out..."

"I can't do th..." Mikes protest was cut off by the sound of a door
opening. Footsteps staretd coming nearer, and this made up his mind. He
dropped to his knees as the boy undid his pants. A slim cock fell out,
already mostly erect. Mike scooted closer and without thinking about it,
before he lost his nerve, he leant forward and closed his mouth around the
shaft.

Later, he realised that his wilingness to submit to the demands was
probably a combination of fear and the remains of the anasthetic. With his
lowered inhibitions, the warm flesh filling his mouth was almost unbearably
sensual. The taste and scent were quite pleasing as well, and he felt an
unaccostomed wetness growing between his legs, along with a warm tingling
spreading from his new pussy and up through his body.

The footsteps came closer and a grey-suited figure appeared in the
doorway. Mike started and tried to pull away but the boy had a hand behind
his head. The boy's cock shunted smoothly in and out of his mouth as the
boy glanced casually across at the man.

"Shit, dude, can't a guy get a bit of quality time with his girlfriend?"

He reached out and pushed the door shut in the guy's face, then started
rocking his hips faster. Mike had to concentrate hard on his breathing,
dimly aware that the cock was sinking deeper and deeper into his throat
with each thrust, before he felt the boy shuddering.

Suddenly, warm fluid was filling his mouth and flooding down his
throat. The cock was pulled out of his mouth and several more spurts
spattered over his face as a little ran out of the corner of his mouth. He
swallowed reflexively, and realised that it tasted wonderful... that kind
of rightness to the taste that you get when you eat something you have been
craving for a while. Swallowing again, he sat back on his knees and
shuddered himself, the intensity of the moment getting to him. Pulling
himself together, he reached up to wipe his face but the boy grabbed his
hand.

"Need to keep that on there, so the guy assumes that you're for real,
dude..."

Mike stared at him a moment, then stood and turned blindly towards the
door. Stumbling out with the rolled belongings under his arm, he almost
walked into the guy. Flushing furiously with fear and a hint of
embarrasment he ducked around the guy and walked out into the front of the
shop, and then into the street. He was amongst the crowd before he wiped
the cum from his face with the corner of his old shirt. Glancing down, he
noticed with a slight cringe that there were lines on his tshirt that
looked like cum if you knew what you were looking for. He sighed and
carried on pushing through the crowd.



CHAPTER 4

The journey through the crowd was a lot more difficult for a 12 year old
girl than it was for a 30something man. Especially when the girl is dressed
like a hooker. Hands groped her tits and ass, lewd comments flew by, and
more than one passer-by tried to stop and proposition her. Finally making
the brief safety of an elevator, he reached out to punch the controls, and
then hesitated. The elevator would demand identification, and that would
probably trigger an alert for anyone watching for him.

More consternation crossed his pretty features. To create a new identity
for the body, he would have to pay. To do that, he would have to use his
credchip. That would be a bright arrow pointing back to himself. He
couldn't even draw credits from an ATM... they had cameras that would
identify his new look. Cameras everywhere, even down here. He was just
lucky that the bodyswap shop probably didn't have a working camera... it
would ruin most of the business if it did.

He would have to get money from somewhere... but how. The obvious solution
hit him abruptly, just as a tall man leaned into the elevator.

"Hey baby, looking for some company?"

He glanced him up and down and nodded. "What are you looking for?"

"Just a little quickie, a little oral action..."

He held out a couple of cred notes and mike took them wordlessly, then
followed the guy around the corner, into a disued shop. Assorted stains and
pharepernalia made it obvious that the darkened space was a favourite of
hookers and drug users. Gingerly he kneeled down and reached out to undo
the guys pants, tugging out his cock with another sudden sensuous spike at
the feel of the hot smoothness.

He paused to study the shaft for a moment, admiring the smooth curve, and
then leaned forward and sunk it into his mouth. The moment seemed to
freeze, almost crystallize. He was aware of the delicate thing panties
resting against his sensitive pussy, sticking closely to the growing
dampness, the string tucked between his round butt cheeks. He was abruptly
aware of his skirt riding up, exposing his ass, visible to anyone passing
as he had his back to the door. The noise of the crowd outside seemed to
spiral in around them, an undertone to the heavy breathing from the man
before him.

Slowly he started to move his head back and forth, sliding the cock slowly
and lovingly out of the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. He listened to the
breathing and occasional moan of the man, increasing the speed of his
movement as the breathing increased, soon bobbing his head rapidly and
sucking firmly on the shaft. Finally the man groaned and jerked, cum
filling mike's mouth again, flooding down his throat as he swallowed and
tricking out over his chin.

He licked the shaft clean and then stood up. The guy reached down and
cupped his ass, and he heard a rustle as something was tucked between the
cheeks.

"Thanks sweetness, that was good..." and the guy was gone. Mike stood in
bemusement for a moment, then reached back... it was a tip, another hundred
creds. Mike shrugged and tucked the cash into the hem of her skirt, and
wandered outside to stand idly on the corner of one of the main corridors,
waiting for another score.

Four blowjobs later, Mike was standing with a wad of crednotes tucked into
his skirt. He noticed a general movement in the crowd, all heading towards
one of the viewscreens mounted at intervals along the corridors. Straining
on tiptoes to see around the crowd, he peered at the screen and tried to
hear the presenter above the noise.

"...and ongoing reports show that Michael Desi has indeed been confirmed on
the station. Unfortunately there is nothing more to show where he may be at
this time, but he is definately alive. The meeting has been postponed until
his life or death is confirmed one way or another."

Mike turned, looking along the corridor until he found a medshop, and then
pushed his way determinedly towards it.



CHAPTER 5

Pushing into the dim interior of the shop, Mike was surprised to see a
middleaged woman. In this world of bodyswaps and hookers, most women made
more money on the street... the temptation at this level was too great for
most. Moving closer, he smiled winningly, trying to ignore the cumstains on
his shirt and the mess of his hair.

"Hi,"

"Yes, can I help you?" The woman looked Mike up and down with
interest... perhaps more than casual interest, he thought.

"I'm trying to get a new ID chip..."

The woman chuckled. "With a new ID, I suppose. Ok, well, lets see what we
have... sure, we have a fresh chip. I'll need to link it to your old ID, of
course..."

Mike pulled a face.

"Well, I was kinda hoping for an entirely new ID... unlinked..."

The woman leaned forward.

"Oh honey, that kind of thing can cost you... fifty thousand creds should
do it..."

Mike looked down at his wad. Around two thousand creds looked back up at
him.

"Um..." He said. The woman smiled, and leaned forward a little more.

"Oh, I think we could make a deal. You look like a girl who is accustomed
to negotiating company. I'd like to be escourted to a club for the
evening. Anyone watching will need to believe that you are my girlfriend. I
also want you to fuck anyone I point out. Think you can handle that?"

Mike nodded and smiled.

"Good, then lets give you an ID. Name?"

"Uh... Michelle, I guess... Michelle... Snyder."

"Ok Michelle. Address?"

Half an hour later, Mike had a numb left hand where the chip had been
implanted, a new set of evening-wear from a quick visit to a clothing
store, and a long hot shower at the woman's home. The woman's name turned
out to be Carolyn. She took advantage of the shower to kiss and grope Mike
fully.

'Michelle', he reflected, not 'Mike' any more. He'd have to start thinking
of himself as 'her' as well. It wouldn't be good to slip up and have people
notice.

She finished drying herself off and stepped into the small bedroom,
reaching for the panties on the bed. A small wave from Carolyn stopped her.

"No panties," she said, "I want to touch you whenever I want."

Michelle smiled at her and slipped on the long, black dress. She had dumped
the male clothes during her hooking spree, when she caught distant sight of
a grey-suit searching the crowd. The pink clothes had been cleaned while
she showered, and she rolled them into a tight bundle and tucked them into
a bag she had bought. The remains of her money and her credchip went into a
small evening bag, and she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

The slit in the dress, true to the sublevel fashion sense, went right up
over her hip. An incautious movement and anyone watching would see that she
wasn't wearing underwear. As her hair dried, it moved into a well-shaped
style naturally... another blessing of the body model, she assumed. She
looked so desirable that she herself would want her, and no matter that she
only appeared 12.

"Lets go," said Carolyn and slapped her ass.

The club was classic sublevel: loud, smokey and overly sexual. While few
clubs dealt with only one gender these days, it did seem to have a higher
percentage of lesbian pairings than most clubs would. Michelle was soon
getting a lot of looks as she hung on Carolyn's arm and tried to appear
attentive and girlfriendy. Carolyn took every opportunity to
psuedo-secretly slide a hand under the dress or fondle Michelle's ass or
small tits. After an hour of wandering around and sipping drinks, Carolyn
seemed to find some friends. The women seemed to be young at first, short
and youthful-looking, but Michelle soon realised that it was artful
makeup. The women were actually fortysomething.

"Yeah, we met down on E deck. She was visiting some guy, and I swept her
off her feet. Ain't that right, Michelle?"

Michelle put on an adoring look and nodded at Carolyn, then beamed at the
other two women, who smiled back and almost licked their lips.

"She's so sweet. You're so lucky Carolyn."

"She does everything I tell her to, don't you sweetheart?"

Michelle nodded again and murmered a shy "Yes Carolyn." The women looked at
her speculatively.

Carolyn leaned forward and grinned at the women.

"You want her? You want to fuck her?"

The women glanced up in surprise, then grinned and nodded. The four of them
got up and headed to a bathroom, Carolyn leading Michelle pliantly by the
hand.

Clattering into the bathroom, the women immediately turned and grabbed
Michelle, one kissing her deeply while the other pressed against her from
behind sliding her hands up to squeeze her small tits. Michelle kissed back
enthusiastically, curling her tongue around the womans tongue. All three
were rapidly naked (The women giggeling approvingly when they discovered
Michelle's lack of underwear) and nestled around each other. One of the
women was riding Michelle's fingers, while her thumb found the woman's
clit. The other perched herself on a basin while Michelle tongued her
pussy.

Eventually, both women were shuddering to orgasms, their juices coating
Michelle's hands and face. Glancing up, she realised that Carolyn had
masturbated herself to an orgasm at the same time. The women dressed
quickly and vanished out the bathroom, and Carolyn arranged her clothing
and followed them out. Pausing by Michelle, she threw a couple of notes on
top of Michelle's clothes.

"Thanks hon. That was great. You can go, we had our fun. Here's my number
if you're looking to make a quick buck again some time." The card landed on
top of the notes.

With that, she disappeared out of the bathroom.

Michelle slowly got dressed, pulling the dress on sluggishly. Her body felt
tired from the continual sexual excitement without any release. She climbed
heavily to her feet and tucked the tip into her bag, then walked out of the
club. A half hour later she had retraced her steps to the docking area, and
was walking through the main doors. The grey suit at the door didn't give
her a single glance.

Before her stretched the main corridor. At the end were lifts, leading up
to the higher levels. To the left and right were doors leading to rooms and
sexual areas... each taste was catered for in a specific area. Most of this
level was straight sex. The next level was mostly homosexual, above that
was group, and so on. By the time you got halfway up, the droids were
animals and children.

Shrugging, she headed for the elevators. She didn't know if her chip would
get her all the way to the top, but it was a start...

/-- Continued in Part Two