His hand is surprisingly strong, as he helps you from the pod. Despite his 50+ years, he's still quite healthy and strong. You ease yourself up, with a hip wiggle to avoid the pod door. The natural grace of your movement, a little odd. Your new instincts allowing you to keep your feet in her heels, and still move with fluid smoothness.
"I think we can see the technology works."
You slip your hand from his, and do a slow pirouette, allowing him to admire your body from every angle. Again your intuition guiding your action. Though, you do feel incredibly aware of how your bust bounces with your tiny steps, and the answering ripple from your rear.
"It's a good start." he assures you with calm confidence. His gaze floating up lazily from your jiggling arse. His admiration of your body, shameless and open. It's oddly empowering being admired for your body. At the same time, he's dismissing your intellect.
"G.. Good start?" you ask. His answer surprising you, eager to get to the next stage.
"Nothing to onerous." he tells you. "I just need to ensure the body will stay swapped."
Your eyes dart back to your body. It looks like it's sleeping like some Disney princess waiting for a kiss. The pod still sealed protecting your body from harm.
"I trust a meal, isn't too great a burden." he interrupts your distraction.
"Oh..sorry, yes... I mean, no.. No, it's not a burden." you feel flustered and distracted, "Yes, you want to check the range, and ... see I don't snap back."
He shrugs, "Oh, and it's a nice meal with some interesting conversation."
You suspect that whatever Cassie's appeal are to her husband, she's not a great conversationalist.
"I've booked us a table, at "L'Auberge Jardin". He offers you the crook of his elbow to lead you from the lab. A casual glance at timer on the pod tells you there's enough time to get there.
Your hips feel like they're moving far more than necessary, as you hang on his arm. The bodyguard leading the way. Heading down the stairs, you are intensely aware of how much more your body moves, and keeps moving after you stop. Your instincts compensate, keeping you upright. But it is hard to ignore.
As the car door is held open for you, the body guard keeps an alert eye scanning the vicinity. Sliding in bum first, you smooth the skirt from beneath you, as you get in. Cassie providing all the feminine gestures and mannerisms to ease your passage.
Mr. Jensen slips in the other door himself, as the body guard doubles in the role of chauffeur.
Half expecting to snap back to the pod, you almost wish it would, and you could examine your results. However, you jump as Mr. Jensen's hand rests on your thigh. A soft snort bursting from your nose.
"Sorry, just a natural reaction to your presence." he offers as an apology. Although he only removes his hand after an appreciative pat of your smooth firm thigh.
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