This choice: and was soon choking to death • Go Back...Chapter #9and was soon choking to death by: Mr. George   Alimah clutched at her collar, her fingers getting thicker, her arms getting stronger. But, it was her, well, his throat getting wider that was the issue. As she gained your face, it was rather distressing to see yourself turning puce, as he started to choke. Desperately clawing at the collar, he looked ridiculous and pathetic in her harem clothes. Your body revealed beneath, the fear filled her eyes, as she recognised these stronger arms weren't going to be anything like enough to rip a metal collar from his neck.
Falling to the floor, he thrashed and then lay still. Alimah finally lying still a perfect imitation of John LeMure now lay dead at your feet. It was unsettling to see your own body laid out like that. A visceral reaction, that distracted you from recognising how you now filled out the clothes you were wearing.
"The master is dead..." The worry spread around your harem girls, growing in number and volume as their panic built.
"No!" you bark, "I'm still here, just transformed." But, with Alimah's voice and your voluptuous body it carried no weight.
"No!" you cry, "I'm still the Master... I'm still Master LeMure!" you protest in impotent fury.
Cries and wails erupt, bemoaning your punishment for wearing these clothes. The events hidden from most who lacked a clearer view. Their fun game of dressing the master as a harem girl seem to have ended with his death! Your voice is just one of the many that are crying out. Until, you grasp your immediate danger... You truly don't want to announce your vulnerability here and now. When you're currently trapped in your harem.
All the security, the guards, the high walls all act to keep you contained. To protect your property from theft, or fleeing to some other master. It's an odd epiphany you have about how you've treated them... to be just another harem girl yourself!
Calming yourself, you know the magic of that medallion. You don't need to convince them of the truth, you just have to endure harem life until you can be restored. You sniff, and snort, recalling Alimah's last words, "Try life in this jungle." It certainly seemed you would now have to... You couldn't do worse than her, her brief gloating cut short by stupidity. She'd failed to live in your jungle!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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