Good Genes Challenge
I enjoy using my sims as a motivation for writing. Most of the stories I keep to myself. I know I don't regularly post to this LJ, but I am still doing stuff, mostly writing and having fun with my game. This is my own back story for the Good Genes Challenge at Garden of Shadows I thought I would share. I edited and summarized it to keep it brief for those with short attention spans.
Anyhow, on with the story, already!
Damn!
Ithorian was NOT happy. The idiot that was put in charge of inputting the final settings for his mission had fucked up BIG time. Ithorian vowed he would get even when he returned to the planet. But first, he had to find some clothes that would make him fit in with the locals.
Of course, he had a prepared bag with him when he entered the flight pod. The clothes would not fit him now that the idiot technician had programmed the computer to transform him into a FEMALE. A female! Honestly!
As if he didn't have enough restrictions on this mission to this backward planet, he now had to figure out how to act like a female. On his planet, there were no different genders. Well, there had been long, long ago. Evolution had put an end to all the segregation issues. Although there were still plenty of jokes about those species known to be so primitive that they still had separate genders. Apparently, the females were the inferior gender, if the jokes were an accurate indication of the female role.
As far as he could tell, the females on this planet were quite complex. No simple organization would be able to easily learn the complexities of female attire. The choices were in the thousands!
The clothier didn't seem a bit phased when Ithorian exclaimed his ignorance of the latest fashions. But the clothier did show obvious disgust when Ithorian declared that he did not have the time to have an outfit made for him. He just wanted something off the shelf.
Ithorian had to control his impulse to zap the clothier with his hidden space weapon when the rude retailer tossed an outfit in his face and shoved him into a cramped fitting room to try on a pile of the clothes. The material was different than what he was accustomed to. Somehow, they were softer and yielding, yet the seams were so crudely obvious. Most importantly, they seemed too small. The clothier insisted he was a professinal and then stomped off to do whatever he did when the store was as empty as it was when Ithorian had arrived.
Ithorian chuckled to himself at the thought of the guy spending hour after hour ridding the place of spider webs. Then he took a deep breath and squeezed himself into the grey, one-piece outfit given to him. He was amazed at how the material just enveloped all the curves of his female body. Wait. What was this feeling? It was a new feeling. His body tingled and he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers all over his body, feeling the soft curves under the strange material. His flesh felt so alive in a way he had never experienced. Must be the lack of food combined with the strange material.
There wasn't time to waste, so he hurriedly paid for the entire pile of clothes, which made the cranky old guy reveal half a smile. It was more of a smirk, but Ithorian wasn't about to give him the time to get himself riled up. He had a mission to accomplish and this man's sour attitude would not deter his giddy determination to proceed with his mission with all the lusty gusto he had in the past. Being a female was not to be a hindrance for him.
It seemed like Ithorian had only been in the house he had taken over for a few minutes when he had his first visitor. Apparently young lads strolled about the neighborhood, going from house to house delivering pieces of parchment with demands for payment imprinted upon them. And others brought a stack of parchment with tales of the local happenings. Ithorian decided the latter would be useful reading for later. But the young lad delivering the parchment was exactly what he needed NOW to get his mission started.
A short while later, Ithorian tiptoed naked in his garden while feeling quite pleased with himself and thinking of all the tricks he would teach his offspring about their mission. The young lad had stumbled away with a stupid look on his face after Ithorian was done with him. Ithorian lay on a sparse patch of grass and rubbed his belly, slowly beginning to teach the progeny he knew was already growing in his belly.
This is Ithorian Estraneo. (Pronounced eh-straw-NAY-oh)
I'll post more pictures later. I still have to post my entry to GoS. Should be page 11 or later of the challenge entries.
Anyhow, on with the story, already!
Damn!
Ithorian was NOT happy. The idiot that was put in charge of inputting the final settings for his mission had fucked up BIG time. Ithorian vowed he would get even when he returned to the planet. But first, he had to find some clothes that would make him fit in with the locals.
Of course, he had a prepared bag with him when he entered the flight pod. The clothes would not fit him now that the idiot technician had programmed the computer to transform him into a FEMALE. A female! Honestly!
As if he didn't have enough restrictions on this mission to this backward planet, he now had to figure out how to act like a female. On his planet, there were no different genders. Well, there had been long, long ago. Evolution had put an end to all the segregation issues. Although there were still plenty of jokes about those species known to be so primitive that they still had separate genders. Apparently, the females were the inferior gender, if the jokes were an accurate indication of the female role.
As far as he could tell, the females on this planet were quite complex. No simple organization would be able to easily learn the complexities of female attire. The choices were in the thousands!
The clothier didn't seem a bit phased when Ithorian exclaimed his ignorance of the latest fashions. But the clothier did show obvious disgust when Ithorian declared that he did not have the time to have an outfit made for him. He just wanted something off the shelf.
Ithorian had to control his impulse to zap the clothier with his hidden space weapon when the rude retailer tossed an outfit in his face and shoved him into a cramped fitting room to try on a pile of the clothes. The material was different than what he was accustomed to. Somehow, they were softer and yielding, yet the seams were so crudely obvious. Most importantly, they seemed too small. The clothier insisted he was a professinal and then stomped off to do whatever he did when the store was as empty as it was when Ithorian had arrived.
Ithorian chuckled to himself at the thought of the guy spending hour after hour ridding the place of spider webs. Then he took a deep breath and squeezed himself into the grey, one-piece outfit given to him. He was amazed at how the material just enveloped all the curves of his female body. Wait. What was this feeling? It was a new feeling. His body tingled and he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers all over his body, feeling the soft curves under the strange material. His flesh felt so alive in a way he had never experienced. Must be the lack of food combined with the strange material.
There wasn't time to waste, so he hurriedly paid for the entire pile of clothes, which made the cranky old guy reveal half a smile. It was more of a smirk, but Ithorian wasn't about to give him the time to get himself riled up. He had a mission to accomplish and this man's sour attitude would not deter his giddy determination to proceed with his mission with all the lusty gusto he had in the past. Being a female was not to be a hindrance for him.
It seemed like Ithorian had only been in the house he had taken over for a few minutes when he had his first visitor. Apparently young lads strolled about the neighborhood, going from house to house delivering pieces of parchment with demands for payment imprinted upon them. And others brought a stack of parchment with tales of the local happenings. Ithorian decided the latter would be useful reading for later. But the young lad delivering the parchment was exactly what he needed NOW to get his mission started.
A short while later, Ithorian tiptoed naked in his garden while feeling quite pleased with himself and thinking of all the tricks he would teach his offspring about their mission. The young lad had stumbled away with a stupid look on his face after Ithorian was done with him. Ithorian lay on a sparse patch of grass and rubbed his belly, slowly beginning to teach the progeny he knew was already growing in his belly.
This is Ithorian Estraneo. (Pronounced eh-straw-NAY-oh)
I'll post more pictures later. I still have to post my entry to GoS. Should be page 11 or later of the challenge entries.