This choice: You want to change the subject. "Tell me about the local laws." you ask. • Go Back...Chapter #6Tell me about the local laws. by: Mr. George   "Tell me about the local laws." you ask. Surely, you can't be doomed already. There has to be some challenge, some appeal you can request.
"I demand an appeal."
A burst of electronic static sounds like cut-off laughter, as this is processed. "Please present your ID papers, to initiate proceedings."
"I don't have them. Camille has them."
"Mistress Camille accepted as your Mistress. Appeal denied." The dispassionate response coldly unsettling.
"Wh.. What can I do?" your tone already softer and sweeter.
There's a short electronic pause, as your question is processed.
"As a natural submissive, you are allowed as much freedom as your Mistress allows, and she bears full responsibility for your actions."
"Wait... She controls every..." you pause, just a moment, "She bears full responsibility, you said." you repeat the line as you heard it.
"So, if I broke something, she'd have to pay for it." you ask eager to experiment, and find out how quickly you can make her give up her claim of authority... dominance?
"Yes, your mistress would be free to punish you within the limits of the law, but ultimately, she is responsible for your every action."
"Are you happy with your current body?" the voice asks suddenly.
"I couldn't give a FUCK.." you spit the words angrily. You want this nightmare to end.
"Answer accepted." Your anger flaring, at it's apathy.
"Mistress' override request acceptable."
"Wait.. what..."
You don't get any further with your question, though your sense of a dreadful, and stupid mistake make you queasy. Your stomach chills, and you vanish in a mist of nanites.
Your voice sweetens, and gets higher, girlier, even less commanding. But it's the cracking you hear from your hips, that unsettle you. As your knees give way, you slump down. The ripple from your chest feeling heavier, firmer. You blindly run your hand over your curves. Even hidden by the nanites, they feel massively expanded. Your waist winnowed down to virtually nothing makes the contrast even worse.
With a soft billowing hiss, the nanites escape, and you're left to admire your new form. Ahead of you a door appears in the wall. A glowing outline in the blankness.
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Your lush body, clearly marking you as the girliest you can possible picture. You run your hand down your smooth thighs, finding the heels that are unsettlingly comfortable. As you twist, and adjust you find you need to wear the heels for comfort. Trying to flatten your feet, just makes them spring back into a ballet point. Just another humiliation.
Reluctantly, but admitting the necessity, you slip back into the heels.
You grind your perfect white teeth, as you head through the door. Tears well in your eyes, as you find yourself walking, strutting with a hip-swivelling sashay. You glower at the hips, as they move piston like propelling you forward. A shimmying, shaking display of perfect jiggling motion.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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