Had a really weird dream last night
So I wrote a short story about it.
The dream was even weirder, BTW...
Lol had been a Bargain Bin shopper most of her life: A Hand-Me-Downer, a Leaser, A Second- or Third- or even Fourth-Hander. A Make-Doer.
Like most of her generation, she owned very little: She had a two room apartment she rented on a week-by-week basis, and her clothes were from a community share program, but on her 21st birthday everything changed: She finally got to Own something.
Her friends had clubbed together for it, presenting her with the gift voucher as they giggled and jostled in the little corner of the VR Bar. Some of them had laughed when Lol had chosen the venue, but most of them knew she liked Old Fashioned things, was fascinated by Vintage stuff. Her grandparents were Generation Z, and she loved to listen to their stories: About how they drove around in cars that damaged the environment and argued about ships on Tumblr. They could both remember where they were when Trump was assassinated by the crazed man with the assault rifle: Grandma Chardonnay had been Vaping with her BFFs and her Grandpa Diesel had been trying to buy Tide Pods to eat for Youtube. Luckily for Lol he hadn't been successful, or Diesel wouldn't have gotten Chardonnay pregnant the following week behind in the science labs at school and her father, Slytherin, would never have been born.
They were stuffy, her grandparents, and preoccupied with social media, but she loved them anyway and went round to their room every other day to help change her grandmother’s belly bar.
Lol knew they'd contributed too, despite their meagre income, and when the time came to make her purchase she invited them to come along.
The stable was downmarket, but Lol didn't mind. She would probably have felt self-conscious in one of the more expensive ones, and the old man in the lab coat treated her as if she were a visiting celebrity anyway. Nice old fashioned Millenial manners.
He took a look at the value of the voucher and fussed around on his First Generation Apple Ring before escorting her past the pricier merchandise to somewhere about halfway down.
"Here - these should be in your price range. We have Cismale here, Cisfemale there. No Trans or Nonbinary I'm afraid - they're back in the Designer section.”
Lol didn't mind - the Cis’s were quite pretty anyway, throngs of them milling around in every shade from Midnight to Milk. Many of them were from the poverty line, but they were in good shape nevertheless.
“They're all Consensual, yes?” she asked.
"Oh yes!” said the salesman. “You're welcome to check their paperwork. This is their dream.”
She chose a Cismale with pale skin and gentle brown eyes. He had some scars and a slight paunch, which explained why he was mid-range, but his tattoos were pretty.
“Wonderful!” said the salesman. “And for the other half?”
Lol chose a handsome grey to compliment her Cismale’s white skin and was taken off to sign consent forms and Ownership Agreements whilst the bonesaws sprang into life.
“Would you like to wait, or come back in an hour?” the salesman asked her.
"I'd like to wait,” said Lol. “Is it okay if I look around?”
She strolled the aisles of the Merperson section while she waited - the Readymades and the BuildYourOwns. They were pretty, but not her thing, and far too common. Nor were the labs where the hybrids and demons were being bred. Those were for the kinksters loitering around, with their gimp-masks and dog collars, holding their chains and wearing t-shirt saying Vore Me!
A custom-made Centaur was much classier.
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