Two days went by when Freeta’s therapy ended.

When she left the pod, her mind was filled with new intel, as if she had it all her life.

She could now understand the planet local language, and as a bonus, learned a bit more about how the civilized world moved about.

But that was the least of her gains.

With a lazy stretch of her limbs, she realized how stronger—and slightly bulkier—she had become.

She could definitely be used to that kind of improvement!

The physician came up to her, asking if she was okay.

She beamed. “I’m better than fine, I feel awesome! Thank you, physician…” she said, her last word carrying an inquisitive tone.

“Olem, Miss Freeta,” the Roland supplied.

“Physician Olem, I think we’re going to see each other again! I’ll tell my Trainer how well you took care of me. He’ll definitely be grateful for you and your institution’s service.”

Olem bowed slightly. “This physician was only doing his duty to make sure that his special customers are happy. Here’s your earpiece your Trainer left for me. Here, let me help you put it on your ear. Please, tell me which one,” he said, before putting the earpiece on her right ear per her request.

After she let her gaze travel around aimlessly with a toothy grin as she was outfitted, she thought about her aesthetic improvement, asking Olem if he didn’t have any recommendations.

“Well, Miss Freeta, for someone of your standing, I’ll recommend going to the Yalanda Beauty Salon. While it’s very expensive—but for you, given your means, that’s not an issue—They would give you a complete and thorough makeover, from your hair to your toenails. Furthermore, their products last a long time before they begin to decay, so you’ll get what you paid for: high and lasting quality,” he replied with solemnity in his voice.

She grinned.

She definitely-or rather, Mùndò definitely had the means to afford it.

She wanted to give him a surprise, so she didn’t want him to pick her up as it was originally planned. “I see. Then I shall go there to take care of myself. Thank you, Physician Olem, ‘till next time.”

“Let me escort you out, Miss Freeta, it’s the least I can do,” he said before he waved his hand towards the door…

*

When the Fire Alturix left the facility, she activated her earpiece and quickly pinpointed its location.

She easily made her way towards the Salon, standing a dozen minutes later before a conical white tower with large pink windows.

Above its gilded double doors stood a black banner where the words “Yolanda Beauty Salon” were etched in a glowing deep emerald.

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When Freeta stepped beyond its doors, a ruby lobby greeted her above an aureate marbled floor.

The ivory luster given by its wooden chandeliers gave a rustic atmosphere to an otherwise lively room.

On the edge of the room rose a single large light brown counter behind which three automatons sat to examine the new customers queuing to be taken in. However, the brown counters were interspersed with yellow ones leading towards a pink double door.

Most customers lined on the left corner, the middle not as much, and the right side only had two pairs of richly dressed customers waiting their turn to be inspected.

When they received the okay, the counter’s gilded side suddenly disappeared, allowing the customer to step beyond the pink gates leading to a hallway dotted with elevators.

When the female Alt trained her gaze towards the right side, she noticed that like the previous one in the therapy center, that automaton was of higher quality than the other two.

Freeta smiled.

Of course, that’s where she went, standing behind the other clients who gave her a surprised, but cursory glance.

Even if her looks were a bit bedraggled, and was without her Trainer, who were they to judge someone whose background might even exceed theirs?

Plus, she really does need a makeover…

A minute later, like her Trainer before her, she easily succeeded in entering the VIP section under the dumbfounded customer’s eyes.

Indeed, everything is not as it seems…

She reached a red antechamber where two pink elevators rested before her.

She used one and arrived inside a vermillion hallway where a dozen ivory doors stood in a curved manner, similar to the salon shape.

Pictures of hot Enlightened and Alturixes of both sexes covered the walls, with their perfectly groomed hair, trimmed fur, and polished nails, eyebrows and eyelashes.

This was what she dreamed of looking like!

How Mùndò would be aroused if she could be half-no, maybe a quarter as pretty as they were, he’ll sure jump over the sky to mate with her!

“...ta. Please let me lead you to your Private Room. This body aesthetician shall receive you immediately,” she heard an attractive female Roland dressed in a rich crimson dress showing the way forward with her.

Coming back to her senses, she swiftly followed her into a pink room with a window holding a side view of the bustling city.

An immaculate long chair with separate limbs stood before it—where she thought the magic would happen—, with an office standing behind aside on a corner.

Inviting her to sit across her desk, the Roland asked after checking her customer from head to toe, “So, Lady Freeta, what can I do for your body? It would seem that it’s the first time you seek our services, which, forgive my bluntness, I’m afraid you’ll need, if you want to keep your Trainer happy…”

Freeta gave her a wry smile. “That is exactly why I’m here, Body Aesthetician…” she trailed off.

“Jemma, Lady Freeta,” she replied.

“Then, Body Aesthetician Jemma, as you can see, I need a complete makeover, and make my curves, my … everything look better than I am currently. I might not look like … much, but my Trainer took me in and I’d like him to love me … more, if I can take care of myself, so what do you suggest… I do to achieve that?” she said, with a timid voice.

Jemma gave her a meaningful smile. “Well first of all, how about you give him more confidence in yourself for a change? He’ll find that more attractive, I’m sure. And I’m sure your abnormal penis wasn’t the only reason he chose you. He also did it because he liked your thoughtful and caring personality, didn’t he?” she said with a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Freeta blushed. “Y-yes, he did…”

“And he was right, in my opinion. By the way, My Lady, don’t sell yourself short. You’re a diamond in the rough. An exquisite diamond in fact, that I’ll excavate and polish so its natural glamorousness would shine across the seven planets! Now, for you, we’re going to trim your fur and make it as smooth as silk, because, my Lady, it seems to me that you’ve never shaved, didn’t you?”

When Freeta nodded, Jemma added, “I figured as much. Now, let’s look at some pictures and see what you like, and I’ll see what vision we can make out of it to not only make you look great, but take advantage of your natural beauty, all right?”

“Understood,” Freeta replied, when the Body Aesthetician showed her plenty of models displaying the myriad of opportunities her body could turn into…