And oh my, what a sight she saw.
"Inspection," he said, twisting so she could see him all the way around.And the back was just as good looking as the front."To make sure that all my parts are what you're expecting to see."
He seemed to have no inhibition; his eggplant fully extended.The brown skin he'd had before began shifting into different shades.It morphed to a kind of silver like the gauntlets on his arms, and his legs and feet were matching the floor.
Where the skin still had some brown, silver lines ran over it like blood vessels.
Then there was the scarring.
She could see that from a distance that he had these vertical slices in his upper arms.She'd think they were from cutting, but they were too precise, and they seemed to wrap all the way around his arm, so if they were cutting, it was done by someone else.
Another cultural thing?Like how some tribes do the branding thing?
She didn't know.
But seriously, she had to stop staring at him.So, she made herself focus on his eyes.
"Well, your parts are exactly what I expected to see, thank you.Everything seems to be what I expected, just, uh, bigger."She turned away.But, oh, my, would she ever get the size of that eggplant out her mind?"You can put your clothing back on."
"Are you not pleased?Did you not want to do a more intense inspection?"
She choked."Well.Let me put it this way.Your eggplant is much larger than anything my peach has ever had, so I have some concerns," she said, tapping her fingers together.
"Eggplant?"
She waved her hand."It's a long vegetable on Earth."
"What does that have to do with this?"he asked, waving his hand over his body.
Which, of course, made her gaze go right back to his giant eggplant.
She waved her hand."Don't worry about it.It's a slang term."
"If you are concerned about the size of my cock, there is little I can do to change it."
She blinked, the idea of a transforming penis in her mind."I would hope not," she said.Then again, maybe she would.The kind that would mold and shape around her?Didn't she just write about this the other day?
"You are humanoid, is that correct?"he asked, pulling her away from her thoughts of moldable cocks.
She nodded.
"You should be able to stretch."
Gianna rubbed her head."Physically, yes, but I may have to work up to it."She turned away, her cheeks feeling hot.Whythatembarrassed her and not the naked alien before her, she didn't know, but it did."Please put your clothing back on.And why does your skin change colors?"
"The nanites help us adapt to our surroundings."
When she faced him again, he had put his pants back on.The skin around the edges adapted to the colors, so it looked like his pants faded into his chest.
"Nanites?"Wait.She knew that word."Like tiny robots in your body?"
"Yes," he said."Are you familiar with them?"
"Only in science fiction."
"What is science fiction?"
"Stories set in worlds based on science theory.Imagining where the advancements of technology will take people, and what we'll encounter."
