Sam didn't know what to expect when she walked into the quartermaster's office, but she assumed it would have at least a few stacks of clothes, or a mannequin? Rolls of cloth? But as she eyed the room she saw two chairs a desk with a monitor and a dais off to one side. The room was white including the tiled flooring and it was spotless.

  Sam gaped as Jeffries sat down and gestured for her to take a seat. She dutifully did as he suggested and then looked blankly at him as he brought up a spherical holographic display.

  “Right! So we start with the basics. Underwear.”

  Sam looked at Jeffries and her face flushed. “I er..”

  “Oh come now miss Holden, unless you plan to run around going commando you will need underwear. Now we have these basic briefs, from a G string to the more encompassing briefs, if you would like to pick a preference?”

  “Erm.. bikini briefs I guess?” Man this was worse than shopping with her mum.

  “OK good, any colour preference?” Sam shook her head. “black?”

  “OK bras?”

  “Oh lord! Somebody kill me now!” Thought Sam. She quickly pointed to the sports bras she used. There was no real point of having underwire bras, those would do.

  “Right.” exclaimed Jeffries. “You can look through all the different styles of clothing we can put together at a later date. Use your H.U.D. to browse though the options and put in an order and when we complete it we'll have it delivered. Just don't go crazy. You don't have the space and we don't have the resources OK?”

  Sam nodded.

  “OK so being as you are training to be part of the defence force we'll set you up with their outfits. I'll get you two sets of everything to start with, then deliver the rest asap OK?”

  Sam nodded. Was that it? Well that could have been worse she thought and got up to leave.

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  “OK quartermaster, thanks for your help. Er when can I expect the first set of clothes to arrive?”

  “Woah there we haven't measured you yet! I'm not a miracle worker. Now if you would take off your gown and stand on the platform over there we'll get you sorted.

  “What? er.. why do I have to be naked?”

  Jeffries harrumphed and closed his eyes as he pinched his nose.

  “Miss Holden I understand your reluctance to disrobe, but the computer needs to see your body in order to accurately measure it. It will only take a moment and I assure you, I have seen more alluring females than you and managed to control my carnal desires. Now Please if you will?

  Sam felt her rage rising. “Jeez. What a dick!” She stomped over to the platform and took a breath and let her gown slip to the floor. Jeffries shook his head. “I'm afraid we need to see your feet miss Holden if you could kick the gown off the platform? That's it thank you, this will only take a moment.”

  Sam fought the urge to cover her nudity as suddenly lights shot out of the floor and ceiling encircling her completely and highlighting every inch of her body. she closed her eyes as the light hit her face and then it was done. The measurements had taken no more than thirty seconds. she quickly bent down and grabbed the gown and put it on. Still angry from the discourteous treatment from Jeffries she headed for the door.

  “Hang on miss Holden. Almost done.” Exclaimed Jeffries. Sam closed her eyes and spun around. She noticed the table top had opened up and rising out of the table appeared to be two brand new sets of black combat fatigues with her underwear and combat boots. Wow. That was amazing.

  “There.” Announced Jeffries “Now if you would like to take these then you can leave. We have your measurements now so as long as you don't go through more dramatic physical changes all you need do is put in requests through your H.U.D. As I previously mentioned. any questions before we finish here?”

  Sam shook her head. “No I'm good thanks quartermaster”

  She hurried out of the office and trotted back to her cabin. She guessed she could have changed in there, but she felt way too self conscious of her body and having a complete stranger watching her put her underwear on? That was just too creepy.

  Sam stood in her bathroom gazing admiringly in the mirror. Gone was the grungy angst ridden teenager and in it's place appeared to be a straight backed, broad shouldered vision of physical perfection all dress up in a black combat outfit. The fit was perfect. Her boots fit like a glove and everything felt great! So OK Jeffries was still a dick, but his magic fitting machine worked like a dream, she was very happy.