Tranwestia

"I guess I could try," was his decision.

They got off the side-walk and entered a dimly lit cafe. The patrons were all women, dressed in what to Bob were strange attire. The metallic material seemed to be very popular. The mini-skirt was now the accepted length for most occasions.

Mentally, he compared his appearance to that of the other women in the cafe. He was pleased with the results. Besides, the soft fabrics were quite enjoyable.

The meal appeared from a rectangular box on the table. Automation had really taken over! Jill explained that the food was synthetic, but no less nutritional than "real" food. Bob admitted that it tasted real enough.

After the meal, Jill inserted a plastic card into a slot at the side of the box. There was a series of clicks as the machine debitted her account.

"At least you don't have to leave a tip," was Bob's thought as they left the cafe.

Back at Jill's house, Bob relaxed as an automatic bath washed, perfumed, and powdered him. He slipped into a lacy negligee that Jill provided. “Not everything has changed," was a comforting thought.

He awoke to a gentle chime the next morning. Jill helped him dress in a pink sun dress of a cotton like material. It has a square cut neckline and lace trim along the hem.

The beige hose caressed his legs. This added to the pending excitement giving him an exhilarated feeling.

Jill applied the finishing touches to his makeup, "I'll go with you to the studio, but from there on it is up to you. We must be in possession by noon exactly.”

They left the house. Bob clutched a handbag that matched his outfit. In the bag were certain tools they decided he would need.

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