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Chapter 4: First Day

He's going to kill me! I panic and thrash about before realizing his teeth have not broken my skin. Instead of ripping my throat out he is just clamping his jaws down with just enough pressure to be painful but not enough to even scratch the skin under my fur.

I slowly loose the strength to struggle against his hold before a single thought enters my mind, 'submit', I fight it and in doing so gain some strength to resume thrashing about weakly in his grip. He growls deeply and it reverberates through me causing me to stop trashing about again. The thought returns, 'SUBMIT', stronger this time. Along with it an urge to whimper and whine loudly. Fighting both proves too much for me and I let out a high pitched whine followed by whimpering. I hate myself for caving in but it is what he and that strange thought wanted. His jaws cease putting pressure on my throat and he lets go of me, letting me slide down the wall and onto my feet.

This Bio-Morph doesn't back away though, he stands mere inches away and stares down at me. His gaze harder than earlier and it reminds me that unlike him I am naked. My tail moves again to curl up between my legs as I try to use my arms to hide my other bits.

Another strange thought enters my mind, 'Alpha male, follow, do not question' I lay my ears flat and shake my head to rid me of it.

I want to call this guy 'Bastard' but that same strange thought yells at me for doing so, and doesn't stop till I give him another name. So I end up deciding on the name 'Red' due to the color of his fur.

Red's eyes and entire posture screams. 'Don't test me like that again. I'm in charge here, not you'. Forcing myself to return his gaze I have to constantly fight to keep my ears from either twitching or going flat back. Same thing with my tail, I have to fight to keep it still rather than let it thrash about after I remove it from curling between my legs. These simple unconscious actions seem to be coming to me more easily day by day when ever I get emotional.

It makes me wonder that even though the physical changes have finished, the mental ones aren't done yet. This scares me more than Red's jaws on my neck did. Will I loose myself slowly? Or will these thoughts and instincts come more often and be harder to fight? While I ponder this Red points to the exit of my residential container before yipping and barking, both a different pitch and tone. They don't sound like normal ones either.

His pointing makes it obvious what he wants me to do. Curious, the sounds have to mean something as they seem to structured for anything else. I know they aren't able to make their own language, they are supposedly not smart enough. Still, I was wrong about them being dumb animals. So maybe I was wrong to think they don't have their own language? Well, at least 'taught' wrong for reasons that are becoming rather obvious to me as time goes on.

The last nail in the coffin of this part of my childhood education is driven in when Red makes the same yip and bark sound down to the pitch and tone of the previous sounds again.

Taking a gamble I decide to hold my ground. I want to know for sure they can actually speak but not with human words and sounds. That I am not making this up in my head as some sort of coping mechanism.

So I stand my ground and stare at him while tilting my head to one side while my ears stand erect facing him while forcing my tail to stay still. In response he drops his arm to his side then mirrors my head tilt.

What happens next shatters my education on the ability of them to even have a language. Red makes a series of deliberately slow yips, barks, then what kind of sounds like a chirp followed by a long whine. As he makes these sounds he points to me followed by pointing to himself and then pointing to the outside of my shipping container.

I don't think that needed any kind of translation, he just asked me if I understood that he wanted me to follow him out of the container and to my new owner's building. In response I just continue to look at him like this even though I did follow the movement of his arm with my head.

Suddenly his eyes go wide, I think finally he realizes I can't understand him. Or at least that is what I hope he is thinking, for me it would be a toss up between not understanding or being a brain dead bimbo. Sadly I do look the part on the latter as much as I don't want to.

I watch as Red runs a hand through his head fur like he is frustrated before walking over to the entrance of my residential container and glancing around. This strange Bio-Morph seems satisfied about whatever he was looking at he walks back over to me while pulling something small out of a pocket on the inside fold of his kimono.

It is a small spiral bound pad of paper and half sized pencil, both look heavily used and abused. I am surprised to see such objects in the hands of a Bio-Morph. The only reason why he would have them is if he knows how to write and everything I was taught about them told me they couldn't learn how.

Still, he does write with deliberate and practiced speed he scribbles something on the first page before holding it in front of me. It simply says, 'Can you read this?' in nicer hand writing than I had, or nicer than I expect a Bio-Morph to have.

Nodding my head in reply my face mirrors his earlier look of surprise. Making a huffing noise he scribbles more down onto the paper before showing it to me again.

'Follow me please. You must do what our master says or he will get angry.' Red pockets the pad and pencil while walking out of my container. I think I have pressed my luck enough so I follow a few feet behind him. Considering the look on both of my new 'owners' if I cross them I would be in for a world of trouble. Well other than planning on escaping from this if I can.

The gangway connected to my residential container looks like a larger version of those old style external fire escapes made with the wrought iron mesh for the floor. As for the post n rail railing it too is made of wrought iron but in inch thick square poles. Annoyingly the holes in the mesh are large enough to allow the pads on my new toes to easily fit in them. I will have to always be careful where I step on this or I may badly hurt my feet. Shoes would prevent this though I seriously doubt my new owners would pay for them. My guess on where mine was put was correct, looking around I see that all the residential containers are set up in a stack six wide and two high. My residential container sits on one end of the end of the top row.

Following Red leads me all the way to the other end of the top row before walking down a simple staircase to the blacktop bellow that still has faint yellow lines on it. Must have been a parking lot before this place bought Bio-Morph workers.

Like most companies that purchase Bio-morphs, they fenced off entire back area of the business to create an enclosed area for them to live in. It feels more like a prison to me and all it needs are guard towers on each corner to complete the look.

Consisting of thick chain link wire the fence runs from the side of stack of residential containers to the side of the building on either side. Making the courtyard in between a few hundred and possibly over a thousand square feet, hard to tell without measuring it.

Lining the top of the fence is the typical razor wire coils used for preventing a simple escape by climbing it. Well as long as you don't mind being badly cut you can try to climb over it. I for one don't want to die of blood loss afterwards.

Wherever I am, it is in the middle of a city of reasonable size considering the average scale of the buildings surrounding the one Red is leading me to.

The one directly behind us looks to be in the middle of renovations by all the construction equipment and building materials scattered about. While the buildings on each side seem to be your average office buildings with parking lots filled with personal cars and the janitor Bio-Morph residential containers.

Speaking of buildings, the one Red is taking me too looks completely out of place compared to the office buildings surrounding it.

A three story traditional styled Japanese structure with each higher floor slightly smaller than the one under it. It would look like a stacked set of boxes if it was not for the facade covering it.

Jade green tiling on the roof of each level is set at a sloping angle making the three stories look like one slopping roof. Each of the four corners are upturned completing the facade of an ancient Japanese structure set in the middle of downtown wherever this is. The fake red and white lacquered wood paneling on the outside even has a weathered look to it, but I can't tell if it is from natural aging or part of the design.

Some modern features do stick out like a sore thumb, for one the windows are of modern tempered glass and have emergency fire releases on the inside. Also, the door that Red is leading me too is a plain sheet metal door only painted roughly the same color as the walls but the paint is faded a bit and is chipping off. This must have been the employee entrance before they bought Bio-Morphs, a small square to the side of the door where an access card reader would be placed is a slightly different shade that the surrounding paneling.

We cross the court yard to reach the door before Red presses a button on a small box bolted onto the door frame. My ears twitch at the buzzing sound from within when red presses the button before a solid click is heard. He pushes the door open as soon as it sounds and heads inside while holding it open for me.

Makes sense that there is no door handle on this side as you could break it and then get access to the door latch mechanism.

Apparently I am not fast enough and he and waves insistently at me to follow him inside the establishment that is also my prison. Not that I needed any more encouragement, thick fur or not it is chilly outside and I rather be somewhere warmer.

Once inside and standing next to him, Red lets the door close behind him with a click. The inside of the building looks completely different compared to what I have seen so far.

While the outside was made to look like an old style Japanese building, just inside the door is a modern restaurant style kitchen complete with a pantry and walk in refrigerators.

Red barks lightly to get my attention and to prevent me from staring. Grabbing my wrist he pulls me through the kitchen and around the human cooks who are busy with preparing the appliances for the day to where the wait staff congregates before the day starts.

That area ends up being a sparsely decorated room set off on one side of the kitchen area, this keeps it completely out of sight of the front of the establishment.

The thin metal door swings open from Red pushing it with the palm of his hand. As he holds it open for me the self closing hinges squeak from lack of maintenance, or more specifically a lack of oiling. I don't want to enter this place but I don't I have the feeling Red will drag me inside anyway, so I walk inside with my nervousness showing on my ears and tail. Once inside Red lets go of the door and the hinges make even more noise as it swings back and forth.

All the Bio-Morphs this place owns are either sitting on plain wooden benches or standing while they dress themselves. With no dividers there seems to be no privacy allowed anyone in here as they dress themselves. Even without a privacy wall on one side are all the males, and the other females. None of the Bio-Morphs seem interested in the fact the opposite gender is naked on the other side of the room, possibly because they have seen them every day.

All along the walls are lockers like the ones in high-school but with the doors removed. Each bio-morph seems to have their own locker and are using them to store their work clothes. A door breaks up the wall of lockers, I assume it leads to another room. Before I start walking over there to see where it leads Red grabs my arm and pulls me over to the female side of the locker room.

He half drags me and half leads me over to another red fox Bio-morph that is about the same size as him, only this one is female. She must be the Alpha Female of the group here. Not to mention she is bigger than me chest wise and I don't know why I even notice this or the fact that I have to quell a feeling of jealousy over it. Is this another female thing I have to ignore or fight from now on? For now I just push it to the back of my mind and lock it there.

Her fur has a similar pattern to Red's, except the white blotches of fur on her are larger than his. They reach all the way up to just under her eyes on her head rather than staying just on her chin.

Instead of a rust shade of red for the most of her fur, she has more of an orange-red coloration. Just like Red, she is dressed in a kimono and only a kimono. Except the pattern on hers has a more feminine flare compared to Red's waterfalls, she has a sakura flower petal pattern all over the fabric. Not to mention the seams and folds on it look different too.

I wait as both of them 'speak' to each other in that weird language that so far seems to only consist of animal sounds I take the liberty to look around while not straying from Red's side.

Ten out of the twelve Bio-Morphs owned by this place are vulpine with the remaining two being a Siamese House Cat and a Brown Rat. Both are male due to how they look and this enhanced sense of smell of mine.

The vulpine Bio-Morphs are a more even mix of genders, five including me are female, the other five including Red are male. None of the females seem to pay any mind to Red while he is on this side of the locker room.

Each of the males are the same red fox breed as Red but they are at least a half a head smaller than him in the height department. None of them have as deep a shade of red in their fur as him either, as for outfits their kimono's look more like samurai uniforms rather than a decorative pattern.

As for the females, I am the only Silver-gray platinum coloration in the group. There is one pure gray fox bio-morph female, but personally I don't think the term 'gray' fits because even she has bits of red fur on her.

The other two are completely black with white splotches respectively and each of them are more interested in putting kimono's similar to the one the alpha female wearing than mine.

It dawns on me that the only ones in here that are not dressing up in traditional Japanese garb other than me are the house-cat Bio-Morph and the rat Bio-Morph.

The latter seems to be taking off a full body coverall suit that seems stained with various fluids that I do not want to know what they are from. In contrast, the feline seems to be putting on a clean pair. Janitors maybe? They don't fit the theme going on with the other Bio-Morphs this place owns.

A sudden and more high pitched yip grabs my attention from everyone else in the room. It is the Alpha Female and I swear she has a look of sympathy on her face?

Red doesn't give me the time to dwell on why, he gently grabs my arm and pulls me over to where the Alpha Female is standing. Only then do I notice the box sitting on the floor next to her. With the top off I can see that laying folded inside is a kimono in the same style as all the female Bio-Morphs and an open tracking bracelet. Once standing next to her, I guess I can call her Alpha because Red is taken, she bends over and picks up the kimono out of the box and hands it to me. As I take it and look it over while wondering how to put it on Red barks at the other Bio-Morphs in the room, they all quickly file out of the room leaving Alpha and I alone in here. The Siamese cat Bio-Morph seems to have already left the room before Red barked at the rest of them. Looking back at Alpha shows that she has in her hands the open tracking bracelet in a way that she is expecting me to take it.

So I am supposed to put this on willingly and trap myself here? She does know I can just knock it out of her hands and make a run for the front door right? I bet I can get out before the shock of me doing so wears off of her and the others.

Either she is psychic, or has had experience with not so willing Bio-Morphs because she grabs my fore-arm and slaps it shut on it in one quick motion. As soon as it closes around my wrist it clicks and beeps showing that it is now active.

Yanking my arm away from her grip I try to tugging and pulling it off, only to find that it seems to have constricted enough to prevent me from simply slipping my hand through. The noise of the hinges on the door to this room causes me to glance over and see that its Red, he is standing and waiting for us it seems.

Looking back at Alpha allows me to see that she has a sympathetic look on her face before saying something in yips and light barks while pointing at herself.

She then points at Red and makes some more barking noises before looking at me as if she is expecting me to say something. A few minutes of just looking back at her she stares at Red with a surprised look. His only reply to her is to nod once.

Okay, this must have been a test by Alpha. Red must have told her that I can't understand their language and she did not believe what he said.

It doesn't require me to understand their language to know we are on a time limit here. Both of them are talking in that strange language rather quickly and I can be sure it is over what to do with me.

Their conversation ends quickly enough and Red takes out that notepad again and writes something down. He then steps closer to me and shows it to me. 'We can teach you it later when we have some time. Please let my mate dress you so we can train you before our masters get angry.' Red quickly pockets it after I am done reading.

I am still having trouble grasping the fact I now have a master who completely owns me. The simple thought of it makes my ears and tail droop displaying my mood again. Red is correct in that I have no time to dwell on this and the longer it takes me to get ready the higher chance both Red and Alpha will get into trouble.

It would make me feel even worse if they get into trouble for 'my' problems. So I walk back over to Alpha and nod once to her before turning around and holding my arms out for her to dress me.

I know nothing about putting on such a complicated looking garment, and it shows because Alpha gently pushes my arms back down to my sides. She then reaches into the bottom of the box and pulls out some panties with a tail hole and a tube style sports-bra. Alpha then hands them over to me and I take them without hesitation. Great, another reminder of the fact they took my masculinity as well. Both garments are undeniably feminine even if they lack frills and lace and are as simple as can be. Getting my new tail through the tail hole in the panties requires Alpha's help along with the tube top bra. The sad thing is I can't help noticing that they are disturbingly comfortable as she hands me the kimono to put on next.

It is actually a lot simpler than I expected when I first saw it the garment. Which in hindsight makes sense, a traditional kimono can cost upwards of thousands of dollars due to the silk and the stitching and why spend that money on a slave?

Other than folding some parts of it the piece of clothing into place once on, its just a simple robe. So it is just a quick matter of putting it on and tying the belt of cloth in the traditional Japanese style before making sure the folds are right to keep the illusion.

Red who seems satisfied I am dressed, exits the room while Alpha does some minor adjustments to the robe to make sure it looks like a kimono. Once finished she nods and then holds out her hand for me to take it. I hesitate for a few seconds as if just procrastinating will change my fate.

Upon taking her hand she gives me a vulpine smile and gently leads me out of the room and into the kitchen area.

The noises and the smells that greet me once we step out of the room are almost overwhelming to my new senses. The clanging pans, the running faucets, the cooking food and especially the yelling of the cooks to each other are all louder than tolerable. As for the food, other than a few Asian dishes that I can't recognize, it looks pretty standard for breakfast here in the states.

We walk through the kitchen before entering the front area, Alpha grabs a couple wrist mounted touch screen systems from a charging rack as we pass by them. She then places one on her empty forearm while attaching the other onto my forearm opposite of the one with the tracking bracelet. I am curious as to what it is for since it is needed for what I am supposed to do here.

Exiting the kitchen is almost like stepping back in time, the decor changes from modern stainless steel and glass into a large room taken almost directly out of ancient japan. I can't help wondering how much it cost to build because it couldn't have been done cheaply.

The front area is divided into two sections by a wood and rice paper wall with a couple of rice paper sliding doors allowing access between the two sections. One of them is up near the front of the establishment and is open while the other is close to the kitchen and is closed.

In the section we are now in, booths line the walls with dark lacquered wood dividers between them carved exquisite artwork. Each booth has the traditional low standing table and cushions to sit on instead of chairs. A style I never understood since it doesn't look comfortable to me.

The tables are set out in neat rows in the middle of this half of the room, all of them sitting at the same height as the booths. Instead of cushions they have wooden stools and I can't tell if they are made out of ebony or a wood stained to look like it.

The only normal height furniture that I see sits on the other side of the rice paper wall. Only then do I notice the signs indicating it is the disabled seating area. That makes sense as a person in a wheel chair or someone with prosthetic legs would not find it easy, or even possible to sit in the traditional Japanese manner needed for this section.

Looking forward to the front of the establishment I see that the front entrance to this building is in this section. Its Red's 'job' to man the greeter podium, which means he dictates who sits where in each section and who serves each person. That is a great amount of responsibility to entrust into a 'slave' so I wonder how he got it. Couldn't be just because he is the Alpha Male of all the Bio-Morphs here?

Alpha gently guides me through the room, weaving us around the other wait staff and morning customers up to Red and the podium. He just gives both of us a single nod upon noticing our presence.

All the experience I have had up to this point with humans in this new body has been limited to. The bastards that changed me, the veterinarian that took 'care' of me, or the shipper who stuck me in the residential container. None of them treated me well.

Now I get to serve them while Alpha shows me how to do the 'job' I was bought for while learning first hand how upper society treats bio-morphs. Even if it is a pretty simple question to answer, the same as they treat the poor if they didn't have to abide by 'laws'.

Dread wells up in me as I stand there with Alpha, dread I did not realize I was feeling until now as Red hands off larger groups of customers to the others along with menus. All the while waiting for a single party customer to walk through the door to be used as an easy way to train me. We don't have to wait long as I spot someone alone approaching the front doors. A slightly past middle age business man wearing your typical office suit but with the look of morning fog on his face.

I realize that before he even enters the building Red will hand him off to me and Alpha for my training. Which ends up being exactly what he does, as soon as Red greets him he gives him a menu and hands him off to Alpha and me.

The surreal feeling of the entire situation causes me to blindly follow Alpha, and watch as she demonstrates the proper way to guide a customer to an available table.

'This can't be happening' is the one thought I can think of as the part of me who is still insistent this is all a bad dream dies. This runs its course while I learn that a major part of my job is to physically seat the customer. Even if they're able to do so themselves I am still supposed to help if what Alpha is doing right now is any indication. I also can't help noticing that this man is using the physical closeness to Alpha to cop a feel along certain parts of her body. Parts that any grown man would love to touch freely.

She doesn't even flick an ear or respond in any way to his blatant groping. I would barely be able to contain my rage at the idiot if he was doing it to me. Correction, I would bite his fucking hand off. This body feels weird enough already without someone of my former gender touching it like that.

After seating the pervert and while he looks through the menu Alpha points to the wrist mounted touch screen on my arm before pointing to the menu and the pervert holding it.

Pointing the device at the menu cause it to light up and display rows and columns of images depicting the various dishes that can be ordered. It also shows an image from the vantage point of the device's camera of the person I am serving.

So this is how they do it. This feels like an overly complex system to have simply because people don't think Bio-Morphs can be literate, or they don't want to teach them.

Alpha doesn't let go of my arm or the device yet. She gently moves my arm so it also takes a picture of my new face, It shows up next to the perverts face on the screen. The pictures on the device are too small for me to make out much detail other than the obvious stuff that can be used to identify a person.

It must be used so the cooks to know who to give the completed order too because I doubt our owners named us either. Still, that would only work for the waitresses as the male staff look similar. So how do the cooks tell them apart?

As for this pervert customer, he orders his food by pointing to the picture next to a written description of the meal in question. I press the matching picture on the wrist mounted device before Alpha shows me that step. She nods to me liking the fact that seem to have caught on to how the system works.

After touching the picture the screen goes blank except for my picture and a three digit number displayed next to it. If it was not for the business man feeling up Alpha earlier, then what he does next would shock and surprise me.

The pervert takes her hand and guides her without protest from Alpha to sit on his lap. It reminds me of a lap dancer doing the same thing to a paying customer. Only Alpha is not moving her ass at all while allowing the guy to touch her head and back freely.

Alpha shakes her head at me for some reason and its only then I notice that I have my ears flat against my head. That's right, Bio-Morphs have a more visual body language for their moods meaning I have to watch myself. This means I have to force them back up despite my current mood. It is just like when humans did this job, they had to have a false face of happiness always despite their real mood.

Only failure to do so now carries more serious consequences than simply loosing a job.

I ponder this momentarily before the device on my arm vibrates strongly causing me to jump from my seat while letting out a yip. I also can't help it when my tail bottle brushes as a result of being surprised. In response the perverted businessman and Alpha laugh and yip respectively at my hilarious reaction.

Alpha, after she recovers from a vulpine laughing fit, gracefully stands from the perverts lap and leads me back into the kitchen via the way we entered the front room earlier.

"Hey you, yes you! Number Twenty! Order up!" A cook yells at both of us over the kitchen noise before sliding the plate of food down the counter and in front of us. A middle aged Hispanic man decked out in a white food stained apron with a hair-net and disposable plastic gloves is the one yelling at us while sliding the food over. He must be one of the few human employees here, one of the chefs or cooks. No one yet trusts Bio-Morphs to do that, not to mention no one wants fur or shed scales in their food.

His face is clean shaven, but covered in perspiration from working over hot burners and around hot ovens. As I look at him the way he looks back at me screams to me that he thinks of me as a mere object rather than a thinking person.

Alpha picks up a tray from the nearby stack and hands it to me while pointing to the food as a way of telling me that we need to get moving.

No need for directions on this part of the job. I just need to take the food to the customer, then maybe they can have me do something else. The entire reason why they bought me couldn't be just to take orders and get food while serving as a plaything to the customers?

So I carefully place the hot plate onto the tray somehow without burning my hands and take it over to the businessman with a fake look of happiness. Not that he would notice anyway as he doesn't even look at me as I place the plate on the table in front of him.

I was mistaken about my assumption on my duties here. As soon as the businessman was served his food Alpha guided me back to the front podium where Red is still greeting customers and handing them off to the other bio-morph waiters and waitresses. Males to the female customers who waste no time groping and touching them, and females to the male customers who at least have the courtesy to wait till they are seated before touching them.

When Red hands over the next set of customers who come through the door to me, an elderly rich couple, the pace of my first workday here was set. That couple was by far the nicest I encountered during the day. They looked and talked to me like I was a real person and even though I could not verbally respond to their questions they were patient with me.

When my fifth customer of the day Alpha stopped shadowing me as I worked, I guess that means I am working to her and this place's satisfaction. What is expected of me is not anything difficult to do and would be I guess a job I might have been able to do as a human for money. Only the threat of being sent away to who knows where if you fail is what is different other than all the obvious things. Curiously, just a little after noon I notice Alpha leading a group of businessmen in better cut and made suits than the normal fare here. She leads them through the handicapped section and up a set of stairs at the back that did not notice before. I wonder what is up there and what she is doing with them.

I only see her a few times before nightfall after this and they are fleeting glimpses at that. Twice to come down and get food, then later as she leads the mostly drunk businessmen down the stairs in a disheveled state of dress.

My curiosity has been peeked as to what went on up there, yet a sense of dread fills me. Something tells me this has something to do with the private sessions my 'owner' mentioned. So I am not looking forward to it considering the disheveled state of Alpha's kimono compared to the businessmen.

Quitting time for the Bio-Morph day crew arrives before I know it. It still leaves a bad taste in my mouth over considering myself a Bio-Morph even if the evidence is almost too hard to deny. Still, our 'shift' ends at Ten O'clock at night that I guess makes our start time eight O'clock the next morning. I am of course assuming they will allow us to get a full eight hours of sleep and some time before it to eat. Do Bio-Morphs need a full eight hours though? I don't know for sure because I never thought to ask about something like that.

I sure hope they do because I have never been so tired in my entire life! My feet are almost completely numb and my second knee joint, which was my ankle when I was human is sore and hard to move.

From the looks of it I seem to be the only one in such condition as we all head back to that modified locker room with me bringing up the rear. I bet I look like some shuffling zombie because I kind of feel like one. Inside the only thing that has changed is that there is now a cubbyhole with the picture of my new face plastered above it. I guess that one is mine now.

Without a grumble of protest about this situation, even mentally, I just slip off the kimono along with the undergarments and hang them up on hooks. As for the touchscreen device? I just pull it off and hang it up on a hook with the rest of the clothes I was wearing.

I am about to walk out of the locker room for my residential container so I can sleep when Alpha taps my shoulder and points to the door I saw earlier. It is pretty obvious she wants me to follow the rest of the wait staff in there for some strange reason. To fair about it I am pretty curious as to what is in there right now.

My curiosity causes my ears to stand up on face forward and my tail to flick back and forth, both are rather odd sensations when your not used to having such appendages. This tail is something I still need to learn how to control around swinging doors like the one we just went through.

I never knew I could make that noise or that a door closing on your tail could be so painful. Hinged self closing doors are now pretty high on the 'objects I hate' list.

It is a simple minimally furnished room, a row of shower heads sticking out of the walls on either side and in the middle a rusting metal divider. Kind of odd considering there was not one in our locker room. It also has a three inch gap between the bottom edge and the floor as well as the top edge and the ceiling.

The rest of the room is covered in off-white grunge covered tile from floor to ceiling. In the middle of the floor are a couple of drains that it gently slopes into. One on each side of the divider. The males head for one side of the room while the females file into the other.

Examining the room I don't pay attention to the fact that I am following the males until I am on their side of the divider. Then I notice all of them are staring at me while covering their privates with their hands. Except for one who is fully erect, a few moments pass before he turns his back to me to hide it. Why am I staring at it and the weird bulge at the base? I'm still male in my mind so I can't be attracted to another man's junk! Yet it felt, odd to do so.

Next thing I know I am grabbed by the shoulders before being pulled backwards by someone then pushed into the other side of the room. I don't need to turn to see who did it, I can tell by the feel of her hands and her scent that its Alpha who grabbed me.

She points to the side of the divider she pulled me from and shakes her head no. Then she points to this side of the divider and nods yes. Right, female body means I have to shower with the rest of them even though I am not one. Looking around, all the other female bio-morphs are already washing their hair and fur. Years of ingrained behavior as a guy kicks in causing me to do two things that make the situation even worse for me by turning up my embarrassment over the situation to eleven.

First is the fact that I know I should look away and not stare because most women don't like it when you do so and they did not want you to. While doing so I feel a strange warmth in my ears. Is this what blushing feels like as a Bio-Morph? It feels like someone wrapped my ears in a hot pack, I don't like it. What makes my embarrassment worse is that the rest of them don't even take any notice of me, unlike the males a couple minutes ago. Come on I was looking at you while you were butt-naked! Normally women scream and stuff when a guy does. The thought dies in my mind as soon as it forms, I am technically not a guy anymore. Physically at least, I'll be damned if I allow it to start messing with my mind!

Second is the alien and yet recognizable feeling of arousal from seeing all the other naked women in the room. While it comforts me that I can be turned on by the sight of a naked woman, despite them taking my manhood. The way this body becomes aroused feels disturbing in how a something feels wet and lacking between my legs.

Alpha doesn't give me any more time to think about this as she grabs me by the shoulders again with an exacerbating sigh. Then she thrusts me under an open shower head next to hers. The moment I am placed under the lukewarm water it drenches my body completely as my fur soaks it up. Yelping I jump back upon feeling the pulses of water hitting my new sensitive areas my breasts and thighs. Both area's I am not used to feeling being touched by my own hands or clothing let alone water.

My ass ends up hitting the divider drawing attention to myself from the other female Bio-Morphs. At least my tail was not in the way or I would be on the floor in pain. They all let out yips that sound like laughter and I wonder what is so fucking funny about what happened? They continue for a minute or so and the longer it goes the more ashamed I feel, by the time they finish I am looking down at my 'assets' with my ears splayed and my tail curling between my legs.

Alpha with an annoyed look on her muzzle pulls me back near the shower head as she takes some liquid soap and starts to work it into my fur. She works on her own at the same time as she is washing me. All the embarrassment I am feeling over being washed like a kid prevents me from actually physically protesting her actions in any way other than a stray bark or a yip when she grabs a sensitive area.

Fully lathered up she forces me to stand under the shower head while fiddling with loose knobs on the wall to increase the water flow. Alpha has to hold me there to keep me under long enough for the soap to rinse out despite my constant squirming. I must look pathetic.

I look like a drowned canine when the soap is washed out of my fur. Its pathetic how my body looks when lacking the fluff of my fur. What makes it worse is the fact my new gender even MORE obvious to see. So much so that I actually physically refuse to look down at myself as she cleans me.

This makes what comes next harder than it has to be and Alpha even starts to act even more annoyed at me judging her body language including her ears and tail along with the sounds she is making at me.

The water shuts off on its own somehow before large towels are handed out to everyone by the first one out of the shower room. What strikes me is that even out of the divided shower the males and females stay to themselves. Each female helps the other ones dry off, same with the male Bio-Morphs. Some even nuzzle each other intimately, but what stands out is that after Alpha uses a towel to dry me off. She then helps Red dry off while he in return does the same for her. It stands out to me because the other males and females here keep to themselves while drying their fur.

Something in the back of my mind tries to push me to go join the female group in their communal drying routine. It is a buzz or an itch, hard to put a finger on it exactly but I push it down forcefully. I am not one of them, I'll never be one of them. I'm human in my mind and I will be human in appearance once I find a way out of this prison of a restaurant.

When we are all dry we all dump the towels into a large pile in the center of the room and make our way out. What I miss as I exit the room is the male who did not immediately look away from me earlier picking up the towel I just discarded and sniffing it profusely.

I just follow the rest of the Bio-Morphs back to the residential containers and as I do I notice that the Red and Alpha seem to share the same one rather than separate ones. Wonder what they use the empty one for? They wouldn't store stuff in it as that would allow the Bio-Morphs to have access to it.

Finding out what is in there is not my priority. Right now it is to get into my own container, turn the heat up, and lay down on the poorly padded cot. My feet are killing me and I want to get off of them as soon as possible.

Ignoring this I weave my way through the rest of the group as I go up the stairs and across the gangway. From there it is a short walk to the end of the stack where my door has been closed by someone while I was 'working'.

The door is unlocked of course, because none of them 'have' locks on them. We have no right to privacy because we are just 'animals' right?

Pulling the door shut behind me I limp over to the H.V.A.C. controls to bring the inside of my residential container into the seventy's temperature wise. Then I make a short hope so I can collapse onto the minimally padded bunk that is my bed for the foreseeable future.

I don't try to stop the sigh I let out when after I get off my feet. Pulling my legs up and rubbing my lower knee joint and my feet also seems to help them feel better. Changing me into a Bio-Morph seems to have made everything new again. I was used to standing for long periods of time with having to wait in line for interviews or food, but with these new legs I am pretty much exhausted after a day of simply walking.

Tomorrow will be even harder if my legs feel the same as they do now when I wake up. They didn't give me a break today so I doubt they will tomorrow either.

Once I rub feeling back into my legs and feet my stomach reminds me that I have not eaten either. So I reluctantly get up and check to see if they put anything in my fridge.

My ears and tail droop instantly upon opening the fridge door. What I see sitting inside is better than that dry kibble to be sure, but not by a wide margin.

Off-brand bottled water and plastic easy open containers. With some examination of the label on the containers and a quick sniff reveals that they contain a wet version of that damned kibble I was fed. God fucking dammit!

If it was not for the fact that this is the only food I will be getting while I am stuck here. I would throw all this crap out the door and break into the restaurant to have some food from in there.

So I grab a single bottle and one of the containers of disgusting food before limping back over to the cot so I can sit down and eat my meager meal.

What can I say about the water bottle? Water is basically water, unless its stagnate or has some minerals added for taste it tastes the same as ever. The food though tastes exactly as it smells, and looks. A moist version of the kibble with a more low quality meat taste. At least I have enough water to wash the taste of the food out of my mouth after every finger full. They could have at least had some cheap plastic utensil with the carton, but I have to remind myself that I am a slave now. Giving something like that to a slave is like handing them a weapon.

Still, a single carton is all I can stomach but it is enough to sate my hunger. Sadly it is not enough to make me feel full and satisfied. What it does do is help ease the soreness and help me relax enough to fall asleep. My last conscious thought is noticing the lights clicking off from lack of movement.

The sound of my door opening wakes me and as I look around I stretch and sit up. When my vision clears I notice its Red and Alpha who opened my door and woke me. They close the door behind them and their simple presence switches the lights on. I idly wonder if I can make the lights manual.

Both of them lack any clothing and their fur looks likes they just woke up as well, ruffled and messed up like bed hair only over their whole body. Seeing them like this puts me in a more nervous mood, especially when I can't help noticing their equipment. Mainly the one 'thing' Red has that was taken from me. So I end up in a war with my own eyes as I try not to look down there, yet they wander there anyway. What the hell is wrong with me? Alpha doesn't seem to notice this or care if she does.

Sitting up on my cot I lean against the wall making some space so they have a place to sit next to me, only Alpha does so. Red decides to sit cross legged on the floor in front of us. Sitting there isn't helping me in any way from not looking at him and what he has between his legs. Why am I even LOOKING there!?

A welcome distraction comes when Alpha places something in my lap, looking down to see what it is I find a pad and paper similar to what Red had earlier.

I did not even notice her carrying it, even though it is larger than her hands. Guess that's because I was staring at Red from how this body is messing with my mind. I have to be more observant and try to stop such thoughts and actions from taking root otherwise I will start acting like I look.

Picking it up I glance at both of them, Alpha nods once while Red points to it and pantomimes writing.

So you want me to write in this so we can communicate with each other? Okay. I write down on it 'Why are you here this morning?' in shaky and barely legible script, then I show it to both of them.

Red and Alpha reach for it but only Alpha is able to get it and she gently pushes Red's hand away and takes the pad. She flips to the next page and writes her reply.

I watch her write cleanly on the page with practiced ease despite the bulbous pads on her fingers. Better than what my handwriting as a human. Yet another surprise about what Bio-Morphs can do that runs contrary to what I know. Sure, I knew Red could write from yesterday but his was more in line with what mine was before this. Alpha here is showing skill above that.

When she finishes Alpha turns the pad so I can read what she wrote. 'You're not the first converted human to arrive here, but they are rare enough. You are only the third to be sold to this place as far as we know. Red and I know what ever they did to you to change you had to be traumatic. So we came to help you adjust to your new body and life. Also, to teach you how to speak with us without a pad of paper and pencil, though that will take months of mornings like this.'

By the time I am done reading it I have lost control of my tail allowing it to twitch wildly in anger. My ears also lay flat against my head as I start to lift my lips up in a snarl before I realize it and force it to stop. Both of them seem to just ignore these emotional signals, maybe they were expecting a reaction? I am livid though at their underestimating what I went through.

Just traumatic?! Ha! You Bitch, you have no idea the half of what I went through and lost! I was tricked by that bastard and drugged.

They took my gender away from me and made me the opposite one. My body has possibly been irreversibly altered into a Bio-Morph against my will!

Worst of all they treated like some animal when they full on well knew better! So don't you try to downplay this as just being a 'traumatic' Alpha, it has been absolute hell for me!

If I could write better with these half paw, half hand things I would write every last one of those words. I am barely able to hold the pencil in my hand right now so that is out of the realm of possibility.

Instead, I write in the limited space on the pad with my poor script the following few words. 'Not traumatic, Hell! Not female, MALE! I don't want to be here!'

Writing that down forces me to concentrate and thus calms me down enough to only have my ears flat against my head in anger. I toss both pad and pencil onto the floor between the two of them, not caring if either of them pick it up as long as one of them does.

Due to Red sitting on the floor he manages to pick it up before Alpha. His ears and tail go from showing calm, to surprise, to sadness. Red quickly hands it over to Alpha, then with a small whine he moves his tail to cover his sheath and holds his tail there with his hands. Now you know how I feel, I didn't want to lose that part of me either. Though that harpy a couple doors down back in the housing complex would have begged to differ the way she screeched at men and little boys.

Upon reading it Alpha has an expression of shock and surprise on her face. She then looks at me and stares for a full minute as if she could find any sign of my former body before flipping the page in the notebook. Picking up the pencil she writes her reply at a more frantic pace than she was doing earlier.

Alpha holds the pad out for me to read when she finishes. 'You have to be pulling my tail. You were a male human before they changed you?' It takes everything I have to keep my ears flat as the only emotional display while I read her reply. A nod yes is my answer to her question once I am finished reading.

If I ever meet Joe Snyder again I am going to castrate him and see how he likes it! I let that mental image play through my mind, using my newly sharpened claws to do the deed slowly and painfully. This brings my mood up for some reason while Alpha speaks with Red with via odd noises and animal sounds. Their lively chat only stops for a moment when one or the other looks at me, only to pick right back up a second later.

Whatever they are saying is a complete mystery to me, and to be frank I would like to know what they are saying.

Alpha hands the pad and pencil over to Red who writes his response to my revelation. 'This is the first time Alpha and I have heard of this happening to someone when they are converted. I now understand why you acted the way you did when you arrived here. At that time I thought you were merely a Bio-Morph who did not understand that they were no longer an Alpha of their pack. I apologize for my actions and for possibly scaring you worse than you already are.' Glancing up at his face I see that he is sincere in his words, I just stare back at him lost in thought.

He severally scared me when he bit down on my neck, at that moment I thought he was going to rip my throat out and I was going to die shortly after.

Yet, I should have remembered that all Bio-Morph's operate in a pack structure by the nature of what animal they are all based on. Not to mention it makes them easier to handle. I definitely felt an instinctual urge when he did that to submit, an urge that scares the hell out of me when I think about it.

Will I end up doing just that despite my will every time someone grabs my neck in the same way? Are there other instinctual urges that I will not be able to fight as well?

In the end I just sigh, I can't blame them for it since they were doing what they had to. So I give Red a short nod indicating that I do accept his apology, in return he shows a happy vulpine smile. Alpha also lets out a breath I did not know she was holding upon seeing me nod to Red.

He hands the writing utensils to Alpha who now takes her time to write what she has to say in the nice and clean script I saw her use earlier. What she writes down, even in her clean and professional looking script takes most of the page.

'This situation is worse than we thought. We had planned on only having to spend our early mornings like this to teach you to speak what we call the tongue, which is our language. The change they did to your gender during your conversion complicates things to say the least. You may only be serving food right now, but yesterday was Monday. By Saturday our masters will want you also serving the customer's 'special' needs. What you saw with me yesterday morning with your first customer was the mildest thing you will be expected to do upon customer request. When you are selected by a customer for a private service, either for a group or a single person. They are allowed to do whatever they want with you, short of actually mating with you or causing any form of physical injury. Its hard enough to teach those who weren't changed like you to accept that their body will be manhandled like that. In your case I have no idea on what to say or do to help you and make it easier on you.'

She then hands the pad and pencil to me before I read over what she wrote. The simple fact of me being so powerless is hard to take in and it takes a minute or so for it to register. I bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my tail around my feet when it actually does. Being a slave and being forced to work as a waitress was bad enough, this makes the whole situation even worse. I can't even stand the feelings of this body when I touch certain parts of it, I have no clue as to how I am going to handle some perverted old business man touching me.

Wait, maybe somehow I can refuse to do that? Maybe Red and Alpha can convince them to just allow me to wait tables and sit in perverts laps leaving the rest of that stuff to the others? I am sure not 'all' of the waiters and waitresses are on the menu, maybe I can be taken off as well?

I write that exact idea down on the pad as a simple question. My pride gets a minor boost when I notice that my hand writing is cleaner with such a short amount of practice, I guess it is like a bicycle in the fact you never forget how to do it.

When I finish I hold the pad out and facing them in such a way that they both can read what I wrote down.

Their reactions out right surprise me. Red just looks away and doesn't try to make eye contact as Alpha frowns as much as the vulpine muzzle allows her too. A second later she takes the pad and pencil out of my hands so fast I nearly don't have time to let go before she starts to write down her reply.

Surprised by their reaction I feel ashamed for some reason and I look away as Alpha writes her reply. Instead, I pull my knees up to my chest and stick my muzzle down between them while letting out a small whine. This position also gives me an unwanted view of 'assets' that I rather not have making me feel worse.

A bark from Alpha draws my attention back to her a few minutes later. 'As much as we like that idea, it is not in our power to make such a decision. If you do not do it willingly, then the younger of the two who own us will try to break you to make you do it. If you still refuse to do it or you harm the customers then you just disappear. We suspect those that do are sold off to some other place. We don't want this to happen to you because you are now part of our pack and our family.'

Yea, that is what I suspected would happen if I refused, but did not want to acknowledge the fact of it being real. Nothing like staring at the cold reality of the situation written down with nice form on lined pencil. I ignore the last thing she wrote, no way in hell am I going accept being like this and being a part of this whole pack thing! Humans don't have 'packs', and you two certainly are not part of my family. I like that your friendly but you're not family.

She tries to hand over the note pad to Red but he shakes his head and indicates she should keep it. Alpha shrugs and flips the page before writing some more.

'I don't know what to do to make you comfortable in your own fur to survive what they will make you do. I also have no idea what you're going through right now either, I was born female. Mauri was born male and both of us have been Bio-Morphs our whole lives. I cannot imagine how it would feel to suddenly be like him, Mauri would most likely act like you if he became like me. The only thing I can do is give you the answers to the questions you may have about, being well, female. As well as some tips for controlling your ears and tail so they don't automatically broadcast your mood, you seem to have some difficulty with them. This is on top of our original task of teaching you how to speak again so we don't have to rely on this system.'

Mauri? Who's that? She hands me the pad and pencil after letting me read what she wrote, so I write down that exact question. Alpha just points to Red to answer it.

That's Red's name? Those two don't seem like the kind of people who would give a Bio-Morph a name. Why is it also the name as the restaurant? I am still going to call him Red because I don't want to associate my hate of this place with him. He isn't at fault for any of what has happened. I put the pad and pencil on the bunk between us and Alpha picks it up while Red just watches us.

She flips the page again writes a short question down on the blank sheet.

She hands it back to me I am able to read what she wrote down. 'What was your name before you were converted? I don't want to call you the name 'he' gave you, which is Twenty. You're better than a number and deserve to be addressed by your real name.' If I could smile a full smile rather than the vulpine one I am limited to, I would. The thought of being called by my name by these two raises my mood considerably. I even start to wag my tail a little. Which is an odd feeling, but not all together unpleasant.

Gently taking the pad and paper I write 'My name is Jack Strader' In neat and clean script considering I am still not used to writing with these oddly shaped hands. When I finish I turn the pad around and hold it out so both Red and Alpha can read it. Red nods and motions for me to put the pad down, when I do my first lesson in their language starts. They teach me my name in it, this is an enormous confidence boost.

While Alpha and I finish up the language lesson Red glances over at the control console and then lets out a yip. He stands and points to the clock before running out of my residential container. He doesn't even stop to close the door on his way out.

Sunlight bathes the inside of the container causing me to squint as my eyes adjust, Alpha though ignores it and looks to see what got Red so worked up. She then yips and stands before trying to get me onto my feet as well.

When I refuse to stand she yanks the pad and pencil from my grasp and jots down. 'We are going to be late if we do not hurry!' Right, the whole work for free thing.

The thought of what he will do to a disobeying Bio-Morph is enough motivation for me to get to my feet and allow myself to be nearly dragged by Alpha. I can already tell this is going to be a rough day. Not only am I hungry, since I did not have a chance to eat this morning. I am also filled with dread at what my owners will make me do by the end of the week.

I don't have the courage to examine this new body of mine and by Saturday I am going to have to let others manhandle it without hurting them.

If I did have the courage to do so I doubt that the short time between then and now is enough to be ready for that.