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it in the search.
That left body orifices. Gross. I wrinkled my nose. Swallow it or put it inside me?
I didn't like either choice. My stomach acid wouldn't hurt it; adjustiplast was impervious to most things. A little hydrochloric acid wasn't going to destroy it. But how would I get it back out? Either vomiting or waiting to pass it in the toilet didn't appeal to me. Even swallowing it might be harder than I thought.
The other option was to put it inside me, like a tampon. That certainly seemed like the best choice, although it was still distasteful. When I thought about the alternative, I knew I had to do it.
I remembered Kyle's tearful eyes and the promise. I wasn't one of those people who lie to kids to get them to shut up. If I told him I would keep it with me, I would keep my word, just as if I had made the promise to an adult. In fact, it was more important to me that I keep my word to Kyle.
A promise made to a child is sacred.
I peeled off the phone and washed it carefully. I pulled down my pants and underwear. I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered if I was doing the right thing.
Without thinking too much, I took a deep breath and rolled the phone up, then concealed it. I hoped the agent wasn't going to do a full body cavity examination.
The die was cast. My phone was coming with me, and I was keeping my promise to Kyle.
It occurred to me that I was starting my year on Yordbrook by breaking one of their most important laws. But I quickly realized that when I had beamed up from Earth, I needed to leave behind my old ideas about what was right and what wasn't.
I had always followed the rules my whole life and where had it got me? Nowhere. I was going to follow my heart from now on. Maybe it would lead me to something better.
I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to beam down to my new home.
----
They didn't bring out a big welcoming party on Yordbrook. "Here," a sour-faced woman said roughly as she handed me a large pile of clothes.
"What's this?" I said.
"You won't need the things you brought or what you're wearing," she said, glancing distastefully at the clothes in my luggage.
"Do I have to leave them here like my devices?"
The woman cut me off with a sharp movement of her hand slicing through the air. "We do not speak of such things. You will not have to leave your clothes here, but it is inappropriate to wear such garments." She glanced in disgust at the cute pair of jeans I wore. I had worked extra shifts to buy them. I wanted to have fresh things when I arrived at my new home.
I stopped when I realized her implications. "Are you telling me I can't wear pants here?" I asked.
"Only men wear trousers," she said. She sounded like my question was ridiculous.
"Maybe on this planet," I said. "On Earth, it's a common practice."
"You are no longer on Earth," she reminded me with a stern look.
I didn't think I needed reminding. If I were back home, I certainly wouldn't be hiding my phone. I shifted slightly.
"Well?" she said, looking back at me. "Take your approved outfit in the changing room and get dressed."
I hesitated only a moment and followed orders. To my embarrassment, I did have to call her in one time to explain how to do up one of the pieces of under-clothing. The rest was self-explanatory. When taken together, everything looked like a costume from seventeenth-century Earth, my favorite period of ancient history.
There was a shift, which looked like a slip you would wear under a fancy dress. I left the corset as loose as I dared. I wasn't going to be squeezing my organs and making myself sick. Still, I tied it tightly enough to keep my breasts from bouncing around. The outfit didn't come with a bra. There was an underskirt, an overskirt, and a dress that went over the whole package and laced up in the front.
I didn't know the names of all the parts; I just remembered a few things from history class and historical fiction books.
It all felt very complicated. I
That left body orifices. Gross. I wrinkled my nose. Swallow it or put it inside me?
I didn't like either choice. My stomach acid wouldn't hurt it; adjustiplast was impervious to most things. A little hydrochloric acid wasn't going to destroy it. But how would I get it back out? Either vomiting or waiting to pass it in the toilet didn't appeal to me. Even swallowing it might be harder than I thought.
The other option was to put it inside me, like a tampon. That certainly seemed like the best choice, although it was still distasteful. When I thought about the alternative, I knew I had to do it.
I remembered Kyle's tearful eyes and the promise. I wasn't one of those people who lie to kids to get them to shut up. If I told him I would keep it with me, I would keep my word, just as if I had made the promise to an adult. In fact, it was more important to me that I keep my word to Kyle.
A promise made to a child is sacred.
I peeled off the phone and washed it carefully. I pulled down my pants and underwear. I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered if I was doing the right thing.
Without thinking too much, I took a deep breath and rolled the phone up, then concealed it. I hoped the agent wasn't going to do a full body cavity examination.
The die was cast. My phone was coming with me, and I was keeping my promise to Kyle.
It occurred to me that I was starting my year on Yordbrook by breaking one of their most important laws. But I quickly realized that when I had beamed up from Earth, I needed to leave behind my old ideas about what was right and what wasn't.
I had always followed the rules my whole life and where had it got me? Nowhere. I was going to follow my heart from now on. Maybe it would lead me to something better.
I washed my hands and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to beam down to my new home.
----
They didn't bring out a big welcoming party on Yordbrook. "Here," a sour-faced woman said roughly as she handed me a large pile of clothes.
"What's this?" I said.
"You won't need the things you brought or what you're wearing," she said, glancing distastefully at the clothes in my luggage.
"Do I have to leave them here like my devices?"
The woman cut me off with a sharp movement of her hand slicing through the air. "We do not speak of such things. You will not have to leave your clothes here, but it is inappropriate to wear such garments." She glanced in disgust at the cute pair of jeans I wore. I had worked extra shifts to buy them. I wanted to have fresh things when I arrived at my new home.
I stopped when I realized her implications. "Are you telling me I can't wear pants here?" I asked.
"Only men wear trousers," she said. She sounded like my question was ridiculous.
"Maybe on this planet," I said. "On Earth, it's a common practice."
"You are no longer on Earth," she reminded me with a stern look.
I didn't think I needed reminding. If I were back home, I certainly wouldn't be hiding my phone. I shifted slightly.
"Well?" she said, looking back at me. "Take your approved outfit in the changing room and get dressed."
I hesitated only a moment and followed orders. To my embarrassment, I did have to call her in one time to explain how to do up one of the pieces of under-clothing. The rest was self-explanatory. When taken together, everything looked like a costume from seventeenth-century Earth, my favorite period of ancient history.
There was a shift, which looked like a slip you would wear under a fancy dress. I left the corset as loose as I dared. I wasn't going to be squeezing my organs and making myself sick. Still, I tied it tightly enough to keep my breasts from bouncing around. The outfit didn't come with a bra. There was an underskirt, an overskirt, and a dress that went over the whole package and laced up in the front.
I didn't know the names of all the parts; I just remembered a few things from history class and historical fiction books.
It all felt very complicated. I
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