Al Fresco: An Erotic Sci Fi Tale

Their meal finished, the two women tidied up after themselves and left the dining room. Once more, Ali was led through a maze of corridors until they came to another doorway. This one required a word from Betty -- a word which Ali didn't understand -- to open. They entered what were obviously someone's personal quarters, but somehow Ali didn't think they were Betty's.

"Here's your new room, Ali. What do you think of it?"

"Mine?"

"Yes, yours. For as long as you stay with us."

Ali turned to Betty and hugged her, whispering thanks, and kissing her new friend on the cheek.

Betty hugged Ali back and let her know she was welcome. Then, she disengaged and began to show Ali the features of her new quarters.

"There, that should get you started anyway -- you still have lots to learn. But, now that I've shown you what your room can do, I'd like to show you some things about yourself as well. To do that, we'll both have to be naked," she said, with a big smile.

Putting action to words, Betty quickly stripped, showing no signs of self consciousness whatsoever. Ali, who was very curious about her new self followed suit without even stopping to think about how weird the situation was. Soon the two were naked, standing face to face. Betty took Ali's hand and the two walked over to a full length mirror.

"Take a look at the new you. Quite an improvement, wouldn't you say?"

"Wow," was all that Ali could get out for a few moments as she stared at her reflection. She was a 5 foot 10 inch vision. High, proud breasts with long perfectly shaped nipples (now standing at attention), a tight yet feminine belly, gently swelling hips, a marvelous love cradle with a thick covering of brown pubic hair hiding the treasures beneath, and a pair of perfectly shaped legs. Al Fresco had been in rather good shape, but his body was *nothing* to compare with Ali's. Betty laughed at Ali's reaction.

"I'll take that as a positive response to our work then?"