Day 2

I awoke the next day in a hotel room matching my reservation and feeling for the most part healthy as a horse. However I immediately noticed that my arms were missing. Apparently I’d managed to mentally prepare myself after all, as I didn’t feel nearly as shocked and horrified as I had thought I would.

On instinct I ran into the bathroom to inspect myself in the mirror. I found that my naked body had been thoroughly cleaned and exfoliated, and my toenails had been polished to a point where they frankly looked gorgeous. I suppose they should, given the circumstances. My arms had both been removed at the shoulder, leaving a smooth, rounded surface that looked as if it had been born that way. Not even a hint of a scar was visible. I’d thought the reality had sunk in all the way already, but it managed to hit me once again with renewed depth.

This was my body from now on - I’d ceased to be the anatomically typical person I’d always been, and was now an armless person. I’d have to try my best to hold on to my memories of what my hands felt like, since I’d never get to experience any of that again. I started to miss it already, odd a thing as it seemed to miss. Nevertheless, if I closed my eyes and held still I could just about make myself believe that nothing had changed and that my arms were still hanging from my shoulders and angled to just miss my sides. It wasn’t true, though. The less normal version had become the reality, and I could clearly see both in the mirror and by looking down at myself that my arms and hands were very much gone - perhaps no longer in existence by now.

Looking around, I observed that the room had indeed been designed for use by a society of amputees. The bathroom door, for instance, didn’t have a normal doorknob but rather a lever a short distance above the floor where it would be easy to operate with a foot. It didn’t take me any mental gymnastics to figure out how to use it to open and close the door. The sink, toilet, and shower all had similar setups and indeed looked like they’d be easier to operate with my feet even if I did have a choice.

I left the bathroom and found my three travel companions distributed between the two beds in the room: sharing mine, my coworker Echo; and cuddled together on the other, my other coworker Mira and her girlfriend Lita. Lita had actually come on this trip completely voluntarily and shown no reservations about the amputation rules here. In fact she’d originally wanted to decline the prosthetic arms, but the rest of us had convinced her to take them for caution’s sake. For instance, what if she tripped and needed to catch herself?

Speaking of prosthetic arms, I found a pair designated for each of us on a stand next to either bed. By the looks of things, they’d been custom-built for our bodies and all I’d need to do to put them on was stand between them and let them attach themselves to my shoulders. I tried it, and sure enough, they stuck themselves on snugly and rather comfortably.

I proceeded to start waking my friends. As our first meeting wasn’t until that evening, we hadn’t bothered setting up a wake-up call and had ended up sleeping in, so waking them wasn’t too hard. Echo was much more surprised than I’d been at the state of her body, and I had to take a few moments to calm her down before moving on to the two lovers. Mira took the situation decently well, and Lita actually claimed to be feeling a bit aroused about it. I let the two of them chat things out (and do their “girlfriends” thing) while I showed Echo what I’d learned about the bathroom.

In the end the two of us ended up taking a shower together. Since the cybernetic arms were waterproof and we were both wearing them, there wasn’t much need to tend to each other, but both she and I ended up finding it comforting to have one another there, both to help and simply for emotional support. By the time we were done, she and I had more or less adjusted to reality as well as we were likely to.

For those interested, everyone’s appearances:

Echo and I both had short hair cut into a bob, mine black and hers dyed blue. We both had figures a bit too far on the slender side, giving us more of “stick” figures than hourglass figures. She was almost completely flat, while I at least had a modest B-cup chest. We’d both adopted the habit of shaving our groins in addition to our legs, revealing plenty of our pasty white caucasian skin.

Mira was the most tanned of the four of us, with dark brown hair falling into envy-inducing curls around her shoulders and a similarly enviable D-cup bust. She didn’t shave completely but rather left a small, short patch of hair above her crotch, shaped into a heart to match her girlfriend’s.

Lita had fiery red hair that was almost perfectly straight and reached down close to her belly button. She had a mild tan in between my shade and Mira’s and a large tattoo of an octopus across her lower back. She had used to have a smaller version of the tattoo on her left arm, but as soon as she’d heard about our trip she had gone to have it copied onto her back where she could keep it, at which point she’d also taken the chance to make it much larger and more detailed.

When we’d finished in the bathroom, we found Mira and Lita had abstained from going too far with one another and both attached their artificial arms and dressed themselves. Echo and I got dressed as well, and after a short while we were all ready to go out and have some fun, or at least whatever kind of fun this weird armless planet - er, moon - had to offer.

The first order of business was of course deciding what specific activities to pursue. We’d all arrived effectively a day early and didn’t have any meetings until rather late that evening, so as far as breakfast, lunch, and the afternoon were concerned we had an open schedule. Travel brochures had been thoughtfully provided and included a few recommendations for first-time visitors:

“Armless Swimming 101: Safety first! Learn to swim free of arms in a fun and easy training course! The course consists of four lessons with rest breaks in between and a lunch break between lessons two and three. Refreshments will be provided as well as a prime chance to make some new friends!

The Phantom Sensation: While most restaurants and other establishments here are very much designed for residents, The Phantom Sensation is a combination restaurant, lounge, and club tailored for acclimating newcomers to Risa 12.1 lifestyle. Its enthusiastic staff and accommodating facilities will make it easy to get used to the many changes you’ll find to your daily routine.

Suborbital Tours: Hop aboard a sleek spaceplane for a series of stunning views of Risa 12.1’s most beautiful cityscapes and geographic features! Two routes exist, each making a series of stops at famous locations across the moon:
- Start at Kaolin Beach, Mt. Akuma, Aisling’s Forest, return to Kaolin Beach
- Start at Strong Fern Museum, Kaolin Beach, Amber City (capital of Risa 12.1’s central government), return to Strong Fern Museum”

Both Kaolin Beach and the museum were a few hours away by train, so we tabled the air tours until we’d have a whole day off (likely near the end of the trip). A few other attractions were listed, but the first two seemed to combine in a rather convenient way - we could either stop at the Sensation for lunch between swimming lessons or, if the food at the swimming place were good, drop by the Sensation later for dinner. Reading the schedule revealed that we’d already missed the earlier of the two swimming courses and that the second one started in only twenty minutes! Without further ado we proceeded to rush around the room gathering our personal effects before hustling out the door and into the elevator.

The hotel’s main lobby was, fortunately, one of those nicer ones that serves breakfast and brunch foods throughout the morning and into the early afternoon, so fortunately we were able to grab a bite to eat on the way out. I was glad to find that my mechanical arms were comparable in dexterity to my original pair - I’d worried I’d accidentally drop something or crush it for lack of proprioception, but they really only looked robotic on the outside. The fingers turned out to have rather precise temperature and force feedback sensors that made it feel rather similar to simply wearing thin leather gloves or a bunch of thimbles.

The swimming course was hosted by a public gym only a block away, so we were entirely confident we could walk there in the time we had left. However, I suddenly felt an odd sense of self-consciousness when I exited the building and found myself standing on the sidewalk with bare feet. I’d done similar things before, at the beach for instance, and going barefoot inside the hotel wouldn’t have been that weird back at home, but this felt like some kind of exhibitionist stunt somehow. I was only minorly encouraged by the sight of my coworkers and everyone else visible outside going barefoot as well.

The sidewalk wasn’t uncomfortable physically at least - rather than the concrete that was standard fare most places, this one consisted of smooth stone, granite or something similar. It wasn’t polished, presumably for safety on rainy days, but was hardly any rougher than the average tiled floor. The morning sunlight had already done a decent job of warming it up, and the local public servants had apparently been doing a very diligent job keeping it clear of debris. I noticed some kind of sweeping robot continuing the job a short distance down the street.

Getting to the gym was an uneventful experience. We were in a hurry after all, so naturally there wasn’t any sightseeing aside from watching where we were going and not getting hit by vehicles. The gym itself was an impressively clean building like the others we’d seen so far - this society appeared to have basically “solved” uncleanliness and turned their whole world into a sparkling utopia. That was one thing about this place with which I had very little trouble getting on board. Inside we found what would pass for ordinary everyday gym equipment save for the fact that upper body exercise equipment was almost entirely absent and the fact that, as in the hotel room, all the doors and other fixtures had been designed for use with the feet rather than the hands. There were also some signs that directed us easily toward the swimming class.

Shockingly, I and my friends had made it just in time. A dozen or so other tourists were present, in various stages of the process of signing in and changing into swimwear. I followed suit. There were of course a few odd features, but for the most part it was a surprisingly ordinary travel experience and the oddities were nothing I hadn’t started to expect at this point. For one thing, there was only a single large locker room. I suppose a world filled entirely with women wouldn’t need a second, but weren’t there at least a few men here? How else would they reproduce?

The odder part of this whole thing was this: Upon signing in, I was informed by the greeters that for the sake of actually teaching us to swim armless, we would not be allowed to wear our prosthetic arms in the pool and would have to leave them in a locker. So where ordinarily I’d be taking off my shoes, I found myself instead taking off my arms. Strangely enough, I’d managed to quickly get attached to the things mentally as well as literally, and it felt as if I were having my arms amputated all over again (although admittedly I’d been unconscious the first time around). They had fortunately been designed to hang securely on the pegs inside the full-length lockers, so stowing them was no more difficult than putting them on.

Unfortunately I suddenly realized I’d made a stupid mistake: I had yet to change, and my arms were hanging uselessly in the locker. I mentally facepalmed. I was about to sigh and put the arms back on awkwardly when Mira appeared next to me and offered a hand (am I making too many arm jokes?).

I couldn’t very well argue with her when for one, she was the one who still had a pair of hands, and two, it would hardly be less embarrassing than turning around and starting over. Or so I told myself, but in retrospect I suspect I’d secretly wanted to have her undress me.

Being undressed in public by another person was far more embarrassing than I’d presumed, but with my shirt lying on the floor and my pants halfway to my knees it was a little late to refuse. I felt more helpless than ever before in my life. I’d of course been assisted dressing by my parents as a toddler, but, well… that’s normal for a toddler. And I didn’t remember it very well anyway. As an adult, having someone strip my clothes off my body in front of everyone was mortifying enough that I think I blushed all the way down to my nipples. It only got worse as Mira proceeded to my underwear.

I glanced across the room wondering for a split second if her girlfriend was bothered by all this, but as it turned out, Echo had made the same foolish mistake as I, and Lita was consequently tending to her in the exact same fashion. It was almost as if they’d seen this situation coming.

Before I knew it my crotch was exposed and inches from Mira’s face. I could even feel her breath. My heart pounded in my ears, and I started to tremble and clamp my thighs together like a scared little girl. Somehow being undressed by her was a completely different thing than changing by myself in front of her would have been.

“I think I can do the rest myself,” I blurted.

“No you can’t, silly,” she rebuked effortlessly, “just hold still and it’ll be over in two seconds.”

Indeed it was - or at least it was halfway, insofar as she’d unclothed me but had yet to attach my swimsuit. I found myself stripped completely naked for all the world to see and with no hands to cover anything no matter how desperately my instincts made me want to. I suddenly had a flashback to an old statue I’d seen in a picture somewhere of an armless, topless woman clothed only in a waist-high robe, and figured that I looked pretty similar, albeit with a much less calm expression. Going out barefoot wouldn’t feel like an exhibitionist stunt for sure after this.

At this point I think I’d started to mentally block the world out, as the next thing I remember I had successfully been placed in a swimsuit and entered the pool room. Addressing us was the head instructor for the day, a woman who clearly enjoyed maintaining her fitness as evidenced by the tight, subtly outlined muscles defining her figure. More salient, however, was the fact that she wasn’t wearing a swimsuit, or anything at all. I’d been ready to explode from embarrassment a second ago, but she was as unfazed as if she were simply in the tub at home. Silly me, calling myself a nudist when I was so many levels behind the real thing.

I had the good fortune that someone else asked about it before I did.

“Risa 12.1 has a large and thriving nudist culture, you know. Didn’t you notice any naked people on your way over?” the woman explained.

I for one hadn’t, though admittedly I’d been so preoccupied looking at my own and everyone else’s bare feet that I might have missed it.

“You’re all welcome to skinny dip here too if you like. ‘We’re all girls here’, as one might say, and you’ll find swimming is a lot more fun when you don’t have a soggy suit hanging off you.”

The lack of anyone jumping on board apparently made her think we needed a longer explanation.

“Since you’re all new here, you should know that here on 12.1 we have a culture of respect through acceptance. We’re not a culture of floozies, not by any means, but we do believe that things like hiding our bodies, just like binding our feet, are the reason for a lot of society’s current problems. And by seeing and being seen as you are, we have a culture that encourages mutual respect. Long story short, don’t be embarrassed to be naked here, or anywhere else! Instead, live a healthy life and learn to love the way you look.”

It was an awkward speech, but the message got across well enough. We were here to learn to swim anyway, not to have a heart-to heart discussion about free love. If there were a bunch of naked people running around, I had an odd feeling there would be plenty of that later.

She and the other instructors proceeded to divide us into groups for the first lesson, where we had a briefing on how our bodies had changed hydrodynamically. For instance, we’d have a harder time relying on the old “floating on your back” tactic, as without arms our balance would shift toward our legs, which naturally sink. However, staying afloat was easier in general without the arm bones and muscles weighing us down.

The second part of the class involved reorganizing into pairs and practicing producing thrust with our legs. Normally, I’d been told, swimmers get fairly little thrust from this and do most of the work with their arms, but as we were now we had to make do. There was a new level of importance in the way we bent and straightened our knees during each stroke, in order to have our bodies produce a wave that moved us forward, among other things. We all kept our suits on and nobody drowned, so this all went by unremarkably and before long it was time for lunch.

“Naturally you’re all wondering how you’re supposed to eat now that you’ve gotten rid of your arms. Worry not! This class is designed for newcomers, after all. Observe…”

The head instructor used her foot to place something on the table, giving us all a very clear view of her crotch. More importantly, though, we got to see one of the more common ways people had of eating around here: the device she was showing us included a sort of joystick composed of a small ball attached to a mechanical arm. She explained that the arm provided an inverse kinematic interface, which could be used to control the other end of the machine. She pushed a button on the device, and an object resembling a fondue fork appeared out of a small hole next to her plate.

“You’ll notice that each of you has one of these joysticks under your chair. When you move the ball, the fork on the other end will move in an identical fashion, allowing you to comfortably feed yourself. Give it a try now.”

I fumbled around under the chair for a few seconds until I found the ball. Grasping it between two toes, I wiggled it around a bit and found that, indeed, the fork in front of me copied my movements exactly. After a minute or so I was able to use it to pick up some of the melon balls and sliced sausages I’d been served. It would probably be a while before it felt natural, but it was a lot more comfortable than trying to stretch my leg up all the way to my face.

“Hey.”

Mira was sitting next to me and judging by her expression had come up with a naughty idea.

“Lita and I were thinking we should all try going nude for the next part, since nobody else seems to be doing it yet. And I know you want to, deep down.”

“What? I dunno… all four of us?”

“Yeah, all four of us. C’mon, it’s not like it’s any secret you wanna be a nudist. You’re always going naked at home, after all, even when you have one of us over.”

Admittedly, I had opened up to my coworkers a little more in recent months and left my clothes off a few times when they’d come to visit. It was awkward at first, but that’s a story for another time.

“I’m still not sure I can go naked in public though. It doesn’t feel the same.”

“Well it’s not going to if you keep avoiding it! Come on, let’s see those titties!”

Her choice of words was less than encouraging, but if they managed to get Echo on board I’d have little excuse not to join in. And surely enough, with surprisingly little prodding they had convinced Echo to take her suit off. I’d misjudged her.

“So what, do we just take them off right here?”

“We can go back to the locker room if you like.”

I agreed that’d be a little easier. Still, this trip was already getting to be a lot more of an adventure than I’d been expecting, and it hadn’t even been a whole day. Hopefully things would calm down a bit once the meetings got underway. At least that’s what I kept telling myself as I once again found myself in the locker room being stripped nude by another person. We were all armless now, after all, so it was undeniably easier to just strip each other than do some kind of crazy contortion to undress ourselves.

The second half of the swimming class actually turned out to be hugely underwhelming. I’ve heard stories before of people’s first times skinny dipping in public, and while I had never seriously expected to be doing it myself (at least not so soon), it was nowhere near as exciting as they’d all described it. Perhaps it had to do with me already being a “house nudist”, but after a few minutes of getting over the idea that I was naked in front of a bunch of people, and a few subsequent minutes of marvelling at how I’d managed to get over it… it was just a normal swimming class. Swimming with no suit was indeed a more sensual experience, but in the end, isn’t that what everyone does whenever they take a bath? The only difference was that the “tub” was a lot bigger and that there were other people in it.

Thus the rest of the swimming course went by before I knew it. My coworkers and I returned to the locker room to dress ourselves (finally!) and put our arms back on, whereupon I discovered that, while I and the other three had been given arms that looked fairly generic, most of the others in the class - those that were still using prosthetics, anyway, as a few had apparently already gotten used to things here and ditched them - were wearing arms that had been emblazoned with a big “I <3 RISA 12.1” on the sides. Apparently that was the difference between “business class” and standard fare. More encouragement to do away with them or pay extra for the nice ones, I suppose.

I also discovered a message waiting for me from our head of sales. Apparently our first meeting had been postponed to the next day, so my companions and I had the whole evening to ourselves. Thus we proceeded with our plan to have dinner at the Phantom Sensation, spending the meantime browsing the local shops.

We found that Mastectomy Supreme had a surprisingly large presence here - about half the shops in town were owned by them or one of their subsidiaries. The humongous profits from their cruise business had apparently enabled them to branch out into a few other markets - lingerie and home debreasting equipment were the most obvious, but they also had a foothold in the packaged food business. One of the sillier products we discovered was a breast-shaped dessert made of some sort of gelatin or flan. The oddest thing, though, was that apparently the company was sponsoring the local police department, or perhaps that of the entire moon.

The Phantom Sensation was a brightly-colored establishment across the street from our hotel. While it sported a sizable bar and dance floor, it had clearly made efforts to retain somewhat of a family-friendly atmosphere, so the music wasn’t terribly loud and to one side of the dining area was an arcade filled with what looked to be fairly exciting games. All of them had controls adapted for use by armless people, including a rather intriguing setup for the racing simulators.

Lita had convinced us to let her leave her arms at the hotel, which was no surprise to me. She’d wanted to forego them to begin with, after all, and had been wanting to get rid of them all day. Interestingly, Echo had done so as well. This morning I’d never have seen it coming, but I suppose when push comes to shove she has a pretty adaptive personality.

After a short wait we were shown to a table and given the run-down on what the Phantom Sensation was all about. It was explained that while the Phantom Sensation officially allowed the use of prosthetic arms by its patrons, and its staff were always happy to assist us or explain how to do things without them, this was not the norm on this moon. Outside of towns such as this one, people expected one another to get along fine without arms and it was actually considered strange to wear them or complain about losing them. In a few places we could even get arrested for having prosthetic arms and have to pay a fine in addition to having them confiscated. Similar rules applied to shoes, and in fact the consequences were liable to be even more severe given that shoes were a direct affront to the moon’s cultural philosophy.

“I’ve even heard that they have an injection that makes you unable to wear shoes ever again, even if you leave,” explained our waitress.

“How does that work?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. It’s really only something I’ve heard about. I’ve actually only lived here for two months myself.”

Weird. I was stumped as to how something like that was supposed to work.

While waiting at our table for our food to arrive, I looked toward the arcade and discovered that the family-friendly environment wasn’t just for show - there were actual families here, and armless children happily playing the games. They made it look so natural, and I supposed for them it really was. So the brochure was telling the truth after all - people born here really did have their arms removed right off the bat. Part of me wondered about the ethics behind it, but I knew it could be far worse - and none of them seemed to mind anyway. No harm, no foul, as it were.

After dinner there was only a short while before the meeting was scheduled to start. Mira noted that as long as we were here, we’d either need to go out clothes shopping for me or I’d need to “graduate” to a full nudist. The first choice seemed the obvious one, but all the same I felt tempted.

The trip had been strange so far, but the meeting itself was weirder than I’d ever thought to expect. I met our head of sales in a presentation room adjoining the hotel lobby, and true to the norm on this moon, she was very much armless and barefoot. Even in this day and age it remained a little weird to go barefoot at a business meeting.

“As you no doubt know,” she explained, “our company is pursuing a partnership with the Mastectomy Supreme corporation, which is seeking to expand operations within the Risa system. Recently they’ve been experiencing some issues with people circumventing their and GenRegen’s ‘NanoBlock’. At first this only occurred in a few isolated cases, but over the last year or so it has become a much more significant problem.”

She continued with a brief rundown of the context.

“To provide background, Mastectomy Supreme runs a cruise service focused on breast fetishes, specifically those related to breast removal, or mastectomy. On their cruise ships, all passengers are required to undergo a mastectomy at least one time, but can immediately thereafter regenerate their breasts at GenRegen healing stations scattered throughout the ship. Passengers tend to draw enjoyment from this process and often undergo multiple mastectomies through various methods during the course of a cruise, and they tend to return for additional cruises year after year.

The NanoBlock is used in two main contexts aboard these cruises. The first is to enforce the rule of at least one mastectomy per passenger: upon boarding, each passenger receives a stamp on each breast, and at the end of the first day, any passengers caught with the stamp (indicating they have not undergone a mastectomy) face the threat of having their breasts forcibly removed and a NanoBlock injected to prevent them from ever regrowing them. Needless to say, these incidents are extremely rare. The second context is as part of their ‘lottery’: on each cruise, a single passenger is chosen at random to win a luxury apartment, with the condition that they submit to an immediate mastectomy and NanoBlock injection. The general opinion is that this lottery provides a thrill of sorts for customers, with every cruise booking coming with a small but real threat of it being their last.”

While a few of us hadn’t heard about this and had reactions ranging from intrigue to horror, for the most part none of this was new and we were easily able to proceed to the main issue of the meeting.

“As we can all surely guess, circumvention of the NanoBlock would upset the system - passengers would book cruises in huge numbers, confident that the price of the tickets would be far less than that of one of the winners’ apartments, and they would be undeterred by the threat of the NanoBlock, enjoying the cruises without ever having a mastectomy and thus not properly participating. It is the opinion of Mastectomy Supreme that eventually this would lead to a breakdown of their entire topless cruise industry.”

It didn’t seem a hundred percent solid logic, but if that’s how they felt then so be it. They had a better understanding of the situation than I did in any case - I had made a point of avoiding Risa 9 and in fact the entire Risa system prior to this trip.

“Needless to say, Mastectomy Supreme and GenRegen have gone to great lengths to safeguard the NanoBlock against any workarounds, but as you’re about to see, the danger is very real.” She turned to me. “You remember Yulia from Human Resources?”

To my great surprise, at that moment she walked in, sporting a pair of robotic arms matching mine and, more importantly, a pair of very real and ample breasts. She unfastened part of her top and showed them to us directly, revealing that they were in fact real, live human breasts, or at least extremely convincing fakes.

“As to how this is being done, allow me to draw your attention to this,” said the head of sales, pulling up a slide depicting what appeared to be a disembodied human breast - except where it would attach to the rest of the body there was a mouth with a ring of tiny, needle-like teeth.

“What you see here is an organism that has been dubbed the ‘oppoid’. It is a parasite discovered while searching for planets to terraform, and which through genetic engineering has been made to look identical to a human breast. What makes it special in this context is that it has a silicon-based metabolism and is thus able to digest and consume nanobots, including those used in the NanoBlock. Within one or two weeks of attaching to a host, it overcomes the nanobots’ ability to self-replicate and ends up erasing them from the host’s body, completely nullifying the NanoBlock and allowing the host to once again sport a pair of breasts, albeit not entirely human ones.”

“So that’s what Yulia has? Can they be removed, or is she stuck with those forever?” I asked.

“Yes, those are indeed what you see before you, and no, they can’t be removed, as after attachment they root themselves deep within the host’s body and through hormone secretions cause her to become chemically dependent on them. I may also add that in experimental trials, volunteer hosts have universally expressed reluctance to attempted removal of the oppoids within a few days of attachment, and after a few weeks have been completely opposed to the idea of removing them. The hormones the parasite releases appear to act as a reward stimulus for the host, encouraging her to keep them. In a few cases hosts have even been reported claiming to value the lives of their surrogate breasts even more than their own. So at least from the perspective of the host herself, she isn’t really ‘stuck’ with them at all.”

This was all a bit for me to take in. So an alien existed that looked and acted like a boob, and people were using it to “cheat” their way out of NanoBlocks.

“So what are we to do about the situation?”

“We’ve already come up with one promising solution,” explained the head of sales. “Rather than try to proof the NanoBlock against these creatures, or try to crack down on their use, our company has proposed we breed and sell them. It remains true that people with oppoids attached are unable to participate in mastectomies aboard topless cruises, so the concept of the winner having a ‘final debreasting’ could remain intact as well as at least part of the idea behind the punishment for not getting a mastectomy while on a cruise. We’d like you to help us find a way to make this work.

That concludes the presentation, so if there are any additional questions I can address them now, otherwise the meeting is dismissed and I’ll see most of you tomorrow.”

With that the meeting ended and my friends and I were free to head back to our room. I’d been actively avoiding getting mixed up with Mastectomy Supreme or any of the weird body-mod stuff going on in this system, but here I was, body-modded myself and stuck helping Mastectomy Supreme out. I had a lot to think about as I tried to fall asleep.