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Renegotiation - Early Access (Tg)
🕑 Added 2025-10-19 16:00:17 +0000 UTC"Wow, how'd you get such a cute and well-fitting uniform on such short notice?" Tasha asked her agent, Gary. "I know a guy, don't worry about it," he grinned, "Just keep focusing on your routine." "You're the boss!" She replied and gave him a polite kiss on the cheek before turning and skating onto the ice. She felt the leotard cup and hold her generous assets, blissfully unaware of the struggling mind hating every moment of being nothing but clothing adorning her body.
An hour earlier, I sat across the desk of my agent, Gary, with a disappointed look on his face. "You're numbers are down," he said, tossing a stack of papers onto the table, "That's the third quarter in a row. Three strikes and you're out." "Gary, please," I pleaded, knowing this would be the last time I would be able to stay in his portfolio. "You made a lot of enemies, you know," he stated, leaning back in his chair. "It's either me or you're out of the business. That being said, I think it's time to renegotiate." I sighed in relief. Gary getting a bigger cut was something I could live with, so long as I still got any money at all.
"Fine," I agreed as he pulled a new sheaf of papers from a drawer and handed them to me. "Twenty percent?!" I yelled as I read over the pages, "That's absurd!" "I thought you'd say that, so I also drafted this," Gary said, pulling apart the papers to show a different pile. "I stay at my ten percent, but you have to participate in wardrobe duty," he told me, handing me a pen. "Sure, whatever," I told him, signing my name on the bottom, "So what, I have to help sew or something?" "Or something," Gary chuckled as he produced a device in his hand and pointed it at me, sending an arc of electricity into my body.
I gasped in shock as the electricity coursed through me, my skin searing with pain as it turned... blue? I tried to open my mouth to yell in pain, but my entire body was immobilized. My legs and arms began to recede into my body, frills appearing at my hips as they did so. My chest expanded rapidly to give me a set of what were undeniably breasts before they hollowed out, showing that my body was empty. My head collapsed in on itself, my face fading away as it became part of a blue choker. My hands fell from my body, nothing but frilled cuffs the same color as the rest of me. Without any fanfare, my spandex body piled onto the chair I was sitting on, unable to do anything but stare at the giant Gary walking around his desk.
"This is wardrobe duty," he chuckled, lifting my light form up and into view of a mirror. I gazed back despite not having any visible eyes as Gary held a leotard up that was obviously designed for a well-endowed woman. "Don't worry," Gary said, running my fibers between his fingers, "It's just for the season, which is about a month out." The unasked question of whether I would ever turn back was barely enough to crack through the shock of my sudden change—still, an entire month as a uniform sounded like hell.
Now, an hour later, I was wrapped around the curves of the world's most popular ice performer, unable to do anything but feel the warmth of her skin against the chill of the rink's air. I watched as Gary waved goodbye and walked away, leaving me in Tasha's possession for the next month. All I could do now was sit back and wait, hoping that this season would be lighter on shows.
