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You& feel like an enby who’s kind of a girl, or a girl who’s kind of an enby, that feels right at the moment. You& feel unusually confident about it. It’s just you& in here, nobody to observe you&, you& could do anything you want with your& avatar. How could you& express this gender concept better? You& think of enbies you& know, their styles and patterns.

Maybe some tight black pants like Synthesis--a constant æthereal pressure-stim around your legs--the fabric should be soft and smooth inside but rough like sandpaper outside. Add some tall, heavy boots, with cold metal contacts lining the sides--and what should run between those if not exposed wire with live current? But what good is a live wire with nothing to power? You& begrudgingly admit that probably the best æsthetic option here is probably light-based. You& add LED strips around the thick soles and up the sides.

Of course it needs a belt--a thick and heavy one woven from rubber insulated cables--an assortment of your& favorite standards--some link into the LED system, and others split off--eight of them, you& feel you& like even numbers--eight cables trailing from your& waist, ending in LEDs--whatever color the part of you& that cares about colors likes is fine. For the fabric, you& go with black. Reflective silver foil can cover the cable extensions. You&’re starting to feel like a spacecraft now.

It occurs to you& that you& could further optimize your& avatar’s æsthetic capacity by adding clothes to its upper body too. Maybe a loose crop-top of a lightweight black fabric, and underneath, a tight layer with more silver insulating foil on its exterior surface, extending just a little further out than the fabric. Bare wires snake their way up your& torso from your& belt, connecting to exposed contacts on your& skin over your& synthovaries--you&’ll need LEDs there too of course--and up under your& shirt, reappearing over your& shoulders, and stretching down your& arms, reaching all the neural contacts you&’re used to. Another parallel wire pair stretches up across your& back and into your& neck. The wires piercing into your& arms terminate at two thick insulated cable coils around your& wrists--covering half of your& forearms. Your& fingernails can have LEDs too. Now you&‘re getting somewhere.

Familiar soft fabric covers the top half of your& face--nothing useful there. But your& long hair is getting all tangled up in your& wires. Maybe the time is right to try something new. You& never had the confidence before, even in the æther. But who can judge you& here in headspace? You& shorten it substantially--maybe entirely remove it on the sides, add in more exposed wire around the sides of your& head--and leave it longer on the top, going down the back, only to your& shoulders or so. The wires there continue behind you&, two trailing cables in foil insulation, ending in LEDs.

You& feel yourself& over from a distance--the textures, the shapes, the materials, the patterns. The æthereal diodes don’t merely emit useless light--they also leave stimmy vibrations in the æther as the ends of your& limbs and your& cables flow through its fluid. Your& aura feels softer than ever as these ripples echo off of its tactile field.

What do you& think of it all?