Page 28 of I Dated a Holiday Hero
“Only when I want to wear it. Not in the lobby. I have some dignity. Besides, this is the face on my company identification.”
“Oh, right. Come on.”
They headed downstairs, and Zera was grinning. “Seriously. This is the first time someone has ever brought their mother down.”
Veradil chuckled. “I am special.”
They giggled, and then Zera said, “You know the drill. First, strip and get a full scan done. Do you dismiss the wings as well?”
“Nope. They stay, but they are nice and soft and stay flat against me.”
“Okay, then we need flat, and up and out.”
“Noted. Mom, can you hold my hot chocolate?”
“It is going to die, Hever.”
Hever laughed. “I know.”
She headed to the platform and stripped. She had altered her dress that morning and used the strip method to get around her wings.
She folded the wings in and got the dress over her head. Then the boots, underwear, and stockings went next. The bra was impossible right now.
She got onto the platform and heard Zera directing her, saying, “Suzara is going to have fun with this.” She laughed. “You prefer a lower latch to your dress?”
“Yeah. I have to dress myself. The wings are getting more flexible, but I can’t hold the strips with them yet.”
“Fair enough. Show your range of wing motion.”
Hever flexed and reached forward and then backward. She went out and up then circled around. She stood with arms up, arms down, and then a few hero shots in different stretches.
When that was done, she folded her wings along her back, stretched, and twisted.
“Okay, now reaction testing. Get in the tube.”
Hever laughed. “Right. The wings are sensitive, so keep that in mind.”
Hever stood in the tube with her hands on the grips and her feet in the marked slots. She was held in place as light tubes extended and started touching her. She squirmed and twisted, breathing heavily. Then, she heard, “Scales on.”
The scales went on, and the touching continued. The irony was that she was more sensitive with the scales than without them, and they were not consistent over her skin. The scales swirled and twisted, covering her sexual characteristics with tiny plates that made every touch reverberate through her.
She squirmed and moaned as the tendrils touched her, her wings tried to foul them, but they went around and were insistent until Hever gasped and shivered from the light contact.
Zera laughed. “Wow. Your patron is going to have to up his game, but from what I hear, he has already begun working on it before you transformed.”
She was a little dopey. “What?”
“A little octopus told me that your patron missed alpha classes because he was a slow grower.”
Zera snorted. “Sgoth. He is chatty and wants everyone to be coupled up. He wants all of my escorts locked to specific patrons. Greedy bastard. That isn’t the business model.”
Veradil asked, “How many patrons has my daughter had?”
“Fifty-Five has had four. You know her repeater.”
“What are your criteria for adding one?”
“He has to go through the application, interview, and medical check.”
