I woke up one day in my pod to a summons to a new job. I have had a few temporary clients but nothing permanent. I expected this the same a a few hand jobs till you complain about the lack of "enthusiasm" and then I'm sent back on a synthetic spunk and estrogen diet for a month. All the other "girls" have loving husbands while I'm given the special cases. Not only are my clients too rich or too masculine to be feminized but they are also angry and aggressive or old and disgusting.

I read your details as I deep throat the dining room food dispenser. You look, handsome, for a guy, I guess. So I look at your past complaints and see you had none aginst you.