You might think that having a fantastic feminine figure like mine forced upon you and skin permanently changed to BDSM reminiscent Neather would make one afraid of public spaces (especially at night.)
To be truthful: at first, I was. But after having my nanites neutered and coming to terms with my fate as a target of lustful gazes, (as opposed to the rather plain man I used to be) I found an unexpected amount of control over my batch of nanites!
Not only do they keep me safe from injury, they allow surprising conscious control over my entire rubbery dermis. If I don't want penetration, there won't be any. Since sharing my discovery, a club of Neather friends and I have taken to patrolling the streets after work. We svelte creatures of the night have become neighborhood guardians, hoping to decrease local violent sexual crimes.
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