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"iBod: Chapter Five - Day Two, Starting with a SURPRISE" by Jaye Domino (NOTE 1: None of the email addresses used in this story series are real, nor are any web references to The iBod. Comments are appreciated, and I plan on writing more iBod stories, as well as a detailed instruction manual on how the iBod is used. I highly encourage people to write their own iBod stories involving any of the other users, but would appreciate a request by email to do so.) (NOTE 2: Now, it's only necessary to read the first four stories to familiarize yourself with the characters.) WHEN LAST WE LEFT iBod USER NUMBER 256: At the end of her tour of Aether Island, Monica Jaye was given a tour of Cerina Sweete's palatial mansion, also home to iBod co-creator Evelyn Quinn, fellow lover Dominique, Cerina's head maid Heather (as well as her wife Veronica and her sister Alicia), and her head chef Arianna...among other people that we haven't met yet. After a delicious dinner and a late-night viewing of a short story on Cerina's home Dimensional Monitor, Monica slept in Cerina's bed until her own room was furnished. During the night, an aggressive and lustful she-male froze Cerina using her iBod Remote and attempted to anally rape a sleeping Monica. She was stopped by Dominique, and revealed to be Gina Vreeland, a sexually aggressive iBod User they met earlier that day. As Dominique decided on her punishment for Gina, Veronica eased a distraught Monica's pain and gave her a powerful sedative. The day (and chapter) ended with Cerina falling asleep with Monica while apologizing profusely, as Veronica and Heather left them securely alone for the night. ================================================ The next morning, a Sunday in mid-July, if you have a calendar handy, Cerina woke up groggily to find Monica still asleep next to her, with some fresh tears still coming from her shut eyes, prompting Cerina to show a slight, sad frown on her beautiful face. "I wish you would never have had to go through that, Jaye..." were the words that came from her mouth in a soft whisper. She slowly got up in the bed, and noticing that Monica still did not stir, she got off the bed and set about her morning business for the day. She put her iBod Remote away, looking sternly at it as she did so, and sat at her terminal, which was now in screen-saver mode from having been inactive for the night, and continued working on her formulas to make high-heels less painful, if not completely painless, for iBod-changed females. After about 10 minutes of straight typing, she went to the bed and tried to gently rouse Monica from her deep sleep. A few seconds later, Monica finally stirred, and her eyes slowly began to flicker open and they finally stopped flickering as she held them open halfway. The sedative administered to her last night by Veronica Hunter had most definitely done its job, and Monica was still feeling the after- effects, as she could not move very much of her own free will, which caused her to depend upon Cerina to help her sit up until the sedative finished circulating in her system. Her voice was also reduced to a whisper until she got her full strength back. She slowly lifted her left arm to feel the point on the left side of her neck where Veronica injected the sedative, and felt only a small impression, like you would if you pressed, say a penny, into your flesh for a full minute. "Ce...Cerina...?" "I'm here, baby..." "My...ass...it still hurts a little..." "I'm so sorry...Dominique's punishing Gina right now for that. You don't have to worry about her anymore." "It was...Gina? Makes sense, sort of...That's good, I guess. ...I can't seem to move much..." "Veronica had to inject a special sedative to keep you from jerking around too much while she treated you. You won't have full movement back for about another half hour to an hour, but don't you worry. I'll have Heather bring us breakfast, and then Veronica will check to see how well you've healed, and we'll set about our day like nothing happened." "But...Gina RAPED me...I can't just...go on like nothing happened..." "I know, baby...but you have to put on a brave face, just for today, then we can come up with our OWN punishment for Gina, on top of what Dominique's doing." As if on cue, a knock came at the door as it slowly opened. Dominique, wearing a sheer red baby-doll with matching 3-inch heels, and her girl- toy Melanie, wearing the same, peeked in as Dominique had a concerned look on her face. "Is it okay for us to come in?" "Sure, Dom. Monica just woke up, and she's still getting her strength back, but she can talk now." Dominique sat down on the other side of Monica while Melanie pulled up a chair next to Dominique. Dominique caressed Monica's face as Monica began a question. "What happened...last night...?" "Well...best I can figure, Gina used her iBod to give herself a penis, then she snuck in, fully clothed, without anyone batting an eye. We have people coming in and out of this place at all hours, and one of the maids and one of the chefs are usually up. Gina must've found a way to sneak up here, because this hall can only be accessed by any of us who LIVE in it, and crept into the room, taking Cerina's Remote and freezing her with it. I heard your cries from next door because Cerina thankfully had the foresight to veto any soundproofing of these rooms, and rushed in. I knocked that bitch out with ONE punch!" And she put up her left arm in a muscular motion and kissed her bare bicep, bringing a smile to Monica's lips. "She always did have a glass jaw...and after I carried her away to punish her, Veronica applied a special salve to your...um...your injured area. It should help you fully heal before the end of the day." Monica, now being braced up by a whole bunch of pillows, which were also keeping her butt from touching the bed and being irritated, turned to Dominique. "What did you do with her?" "Oh, well I have my own Remote, and so does Eve, as well as only a few others here. I used mine to take her penis back off, then put her in a schoolgirl's outfit, which she seemed to enjoy. Of course, she'd never have a chance to enjoy it, cuz I froze her and turned her into Mel's personal toy." Melanie blushed with a demure smile on her face. "I like my new toy...she's fun." "That's a good girl. Now, off you go, and enjoy your Schoolgirl Gina doll..." and she dismissed a squealing-with-delight Melanie. She watched her go with a smile on her face, then turned back to Monica. "Is there anything special I can do for you until you feel better?" "I...would like to watch more stories on the Monitor before we eat..." "I'll get you a keyboard." She went to a nearby dresser and pulled a wireless keyboard out from a drawer. As Cerina picked up a nearby phone to call down for breakfast, Dominique put the keyboard under Monica's hands. Monica started typing slowly as the big-screen Dimensional Monitor blinked to life. Monica's typing brought the Monitor's browser to FictionMania.com, and Cerina and Dominique gently excused themselves to go get breakfast and assist with its making. Monica smiled in their direction as they left, then turned back towards the big screen and continued typing. Her surfing brought her to a story posted in 2005 by an author whose name made her eyes go wide. The story was titled "iBod: Chapter One - The 256th User" and the author's name...was mine (and her original name), Jaye Domino. Monica called out, to no one in particular, as best she could, then, after realizing the futility in her actions, saw a phone within easy reach. She dialed the first number she saw, put it on 'speakerphone', and a friendly voice answered on the other end. "This is Heather, how are you feeling today, Miss Jaye?" "Um...I'm feeling a little better now. Could you come in here, please?" And she hung up. Within a minute, Heather entered the room, in full maid outfit, leading Monica to question, "I was told Sundays were your day off..." "Oh, they are. I just enjoy this outfit the most. What can I help you with today, Miss Jaye?" "Cerina and Dominique are downstairs getting breakfast, so I can't quite reach them yet...could you look at the Monitor?" Heather turned to the Dimensional Monitor and noticed the highlighted story. She gasped in surprise. "That DOES seem a little unsettling..." Monica activated the story, and it faded to black, then back to...her house! It showed her, as Jason, sitting at his computer, looking for his favorite stories, when he got a unique email...from Cerina Sweete. Monica's jaw dropped, as did Heather's. They watched the story, as Heather got the phone and called down to the kitchen. Eventually, the story got to the first appearance of Cerina, hand-delivering Jason's iBod to him. Monica paused right there and slowly pushed the keyboard away, then lowered her head pensively. Heather mumbled inaudibly into the phone, then hung it up. "They'll be up with breakfast as soon as they can, then we can show this to them. You DO want to show them, right, Monica?" "Yes...I'm just wondering how they'll react, seeing our first meeting play out exactly as it happened..." A few minutes later, Cerina, Dominique, and Arianna entered the room with a rolling cart of plates, almost exactly like last night at dinner. The plates had various combinations and styles of eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancakes, and glasses of orange juice and milk. After the cart stopped rolling, Monica pointed them towards the big screen. They turned their heads towards it, and their faces froze in shock. Monica unpaused the video, and Cerina repeatedly turned from the screen to Monica and back in confusion. "Monica, what is this?" "This is apparently our story...being posted on FictionMania in 2005. I was looking through the stories, and found a story called 'iBod: Chapter One - The 256th User', by an author named 'Jaye Domino'. You can see it playing out even as we speak. LOOK, I just changed into Monica for the first time. Do you know anything about this?" "I can tell you sincerely that I most certainly do not...this is definitely the first time I'M seeing it. I'm quite impressed that they look exactly like us in this form, though." "Cerina...we need to find this Jaye Domino person and get to the bottom of this..." "Agreed, but first YOU need to have some breakfast, and get your strength back. We can talk about it later today while we're getting ready for the Dinner." "...We're still having it?" "I should think so! The rest of the users and employees on the island still want to meet you and get to know you! And besides, one bad apple won't spoil the bunch here. By and large, we're benign people, and Gina's inappropriate behavior is CERTAINLY not the norm around here. We all have an understanding that any rough activity must be CONSENTED to, and Gina was at fault for not adhering to that understanding. The rest of Aether's inhabitants are eager to meet you, and they will all maintain proper decorum when they meet you at the Dinner tonight. And if any of them try anything unwelcome towards you and you don't feel you can handle it alone, just get me, Dom, Heather, Sam, or Shawn and we'll handle it." "That's good to know." Monica was most definitely less than jubilant as she stopped the video and it faded to black. "Are you feeling okay?" "I'm not sure anymore...I mean, I'm feeling stronger and less groggy now...but watching my own life having been written out 15 years ago is very unsettling." "I think...I think we can work this out after breakfast. Please eat. You need the strength." Monica reached for a plate of scrambled eggs with strip bacon and two sausage links, then took a fork and began to eat. She had a tray that she put it on, and periodically stopped to sip on a glass of orange juice. She smiled at Arianna, who had also sat down on a chair to eat, and continued eating. "These eggs are really good, Ari. Thank you." "I'm glad you like them. I spice them BEFORE I cook them. Today's spice was adobo. It's a mixture of different spices and it's normally used in Hispanic dishes. When I tried it out at the restaurant, I got all 4- star reviews the next day, so I made it a weekly thing. Still do!" "It works. I feel stronger already..." "That's wonderful! I have a feeling you're gonna REALLY enjoy the dishes I've got planned out for tonight's Dinner. My team and I worked for the most of yesterday and will be spending most of today getting them ready." "I have a feeling your hard work's gonna pay off tonight." They continued eating, without much more being said except casual comments on things like the weather's outlook for the day. After they finished eating, Heather started to wheel the tray out, but Monica stopped her. "Let me try and take care of that..." She struggled to get out of bed, and was just barely successful, slipping her feet into her shoes. She stood on wobbly legs, and Heather helped keep her standing. She began to walk, pushing the cart, with Heather keeping her steady, and soon she was able to stand again on her own. They walked down the hall to an elevator in the middle and Heather pushed the button. When the doors 'ding'ed open, they entered and Heather pushed the button for the kitchen. They turned to each other and smiled tenderly. Monica brightened quite a bit. "Gina notwithstanding, how did you enjoy your first night on Aether Island?" "Well, other than that, I had a wonderful time. And Arianna's food really did seem to give me some strength back..." "She puts a little bit of herself into every dish she makes...and I assure you, she doesn't put anything else. I mean, occasionally, she'll throw in some pot to relax us all, but that's about it. Everything in her food is nothing but her food, prepared with her skill and heart, and it has almost a magical quality to it. She truly deserves to find...well...to find her OWN Jason DelMonico. Of course, almost all the men who've gotten their iBod and stayed men most of the time have tried to score with Ari at one time or another, but they just haven't had the exact same interests as she does. And with all of us, finding your EXACT match is quite important, thanks to Cerina's almost obsessive search for YOU." "I...I had no idea..." Monica suddenly had a growing fear again of Cerina leading an iBod CULT, but Heather was doing her best to dispel that fear. "One of the things Cerina's behavior has taught us to do over the years is to SUPPORT each other in finding the perfect person for us. I know it may sound a little like cult thinking, putting all this faith and trust in what Cerina, Dominique, and Evelyn say, but it all comes from similar desires. Some of us are deeply religious, dealing with MANY faiths, some of us are atheist, some of us are agnostic. All of us here and abroad were approached by Cerina not to form a cult or anything, but to fulfill our innermost sexual fantasies without being judged by our ignorant neighbors. Even with our iBods changing our bodies and clothing to fit our fetish at the moment, we're still fully functioning members of society, struggling to find our place in the great scope of things just like everybody else. It's just that our particular fantasies, fetishes, and desires, whether it's straight BDSM, the less common ASFR, or even just simple same-sex preferences, are those that get us branded 'sick', 'perverted', and 'deviant' by 'normal' society, even in the year 2020. Cerina isn't trying to take over the world or anything...she's just trying to help us build a more accepting society, even if we have to start with mere tolerance..." Her head lowered a little, prompting Monica to note that Heather's words had been considered a long time before she voiced them. "And I guess that explains the enormous amount of iBod users living on the island full-time. What about Cerina's non-user employees? I'm sure I saw more than a few yesterday on the tour of the lab..." "They have full knowledge of the nature of Cerina's iBod users, and some of them even share our fetishes but have, for one reason or another, turned down Cerina's offer to give them iBods. Some of them are happily married to our users, with full knowledge of their past lives, especially in the cases of our iBod transgenders, not unlike myself, and they fully support our decisions to use The iBod. They're simply satisfied with the body they have, and would rather make any physical modifications to it naturally through exercise. All the employees, iBod user or not, are simply here to work and socialize as they would on any of the mainlands. The resources Cerina has here on Aether Island simply make working from here easier. All of us, at one time or another, travel to the major cities in the US, Canada, South America, Europe, China, Japan, and even Thailand just to party at the clubs and attend various fetish gatherings. Cerina even has standing VIP status at a few of the major clubs, and Dominique has VIP at a few others, so we're able to get in those clubs without problems. And, as Samantha may have told you before, Miss Jaye, Cerina and many others make frequent trips to close business deals personally." She ended with a bright, innocent smile, and Monica smiled back. The elevator had reached its destination and they rolled the cart out of it towards the kitchen area. They rolled it into the dish area, where two young dishwashers, one male and one female, were cleaning the dishes from last night. They looked up from their washing and smiled brightly at Heather and Monica, then resumed their washing after Heather and Monica smiled back. The cart was left there, and Heather decided to take Monica through more of the kitchen, introducing her to the other chefs on Arianna's team while they were working on the menu for tonight's 'Getting To Know Monica' Dinner. Of the 10 chefs, 7 female and 3 male, present, 2 of the females, Josephine Haller and Kelly Corbin, introduced themselves as iBod-transgendered females, 2 more of the females, Lindsay Haller and Delilah McGrath, were naturally female iBod users, and the other 3 females did not use The iBod; and 1 of the 3 males, Ryan Cooke, was an iBod-transgendered male, whereas the other 2 were regular non-iBod-using men. After exchanging pleasantries, Heather waved 'See you later' to them and led Monica out of the kitchen into the dining room they had used last night for dinner. They leisurely walked through and out in silence, into the main hall from the left side. As they went up the massive center staircase, Heather spoke first. "You know, Miss Jaye, Josephine and Lindsay are only sisters when they're working for Arianna..." "Is that so?" "Yup! When Josephine turns back into Joe Haller and Lindsay turns back into Lola Cantrell, they're Cerina's business meeting caterers and completely unrelated, although they'll still treat each other like brother and sister, they're just so close." And another bright smile crossed Heather's lips, easing Monica's mood once again. "And what about the others? You know, the iBod-using chefs?" "Well, when Ryan COOKE changes back to Ryan CLARKE, a woman, she's my right-hand maid! She's so efficient! She also has today off, which is why you see MISTER Cooke working on the dinner, rather than MISS Clarke doing maid duties. I don't know much about Kelly and Delilah, because I only see them working in the kitchen, but Arianna vouches for them, which is good enough for me, 'cause they've been here longer. Ryan only RECENTLY expressed a desire to help me out as a maid...I just think she likes the outfit as much as I do...SHH, don't tell anyone." And she giggled a little with an impish grin. They calmly walked through the halls to the elevator which would take them back to the private hallway which had the bedrooms of the ladies of the house. "So! Are you feeling better, Miss Jaye?" "Very much so. That walk through the house did wonders to get the jelly feeling out." "I hoped as much." And Heather smiled widely once again. It seemed she almost ALWAYS felt cheerful! The elevator dinged to a stop at the private top floor of the residential palace, and they got off. They talked and giggled, mostly about Jason's life pre-iBod, all the way back to Cerina's room, and when they entered, they found Cerina, Dominique, and Arianna sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a live story on the Dimensional Monitor, a FictionMania story posted in 2002 called "For Your Eyes Only" by Brandy Dewinter. They had a tissue box nearby and Dominique was currently wiping some tears from her eyes. As Monica and Heather walked in, they could hear Arianna commenting, in speech that was almost broken by her crying. "Logan loves his wife SO MUCH...Jayla's so lucky to have him..." Monica added her own two cents, as they turned their heads to notice her entrance. "And he's lucky to have HER. What wife WOULDN'T want a husband who'll do anything for her, just because it pleases him to please her?" Cerina cocked an eyebrow. "You've read this story before?" "Many times. In fact, it inspired ME to post the personal ad you read those many years ago. I'm also a fan of her story 'Synaptic Overload'..." "The one with the superheroine Entropy?? Me, too!" "I know." "You...know?" "I browsed your favorites while you were downstairs getting breakfast. I ALSO happen to be a fan of Steve Zink's superhero stories, and I understand that he himself ALSO ended up in a parallel universe where he could change into a woman at will..." "Small world, huh? Enjoy the walk?" "Actually, yeah! Heather and I got to know each other a little better, and it helped get the jelly out of my joints...although I'm still not yet sure I can sit down..." "You should be able to NOW...although it's gonna be numb for a while, just to finish your healing. We've all used it at sometime or another on some body part or another..." Monica sat down with them, and indeed, her ass was rather numb from the salve that Veronica had applied last night. 'For Your Eyes Only' was on Chapter 12, where Tyler/Tylara, dressed as Buffy The Vampire Slayer at the company costume ball, was attempting to "break [Logan's] insufferable poise before the evening is over". By the time they finished watching, Logan had become comfortable with going out as Lauren, and the day had already gotten to half past noon. Cerina looked at her clock and got up with a start. "Oh, crap! We gotta start getting ready! Heather! Go wake Alicia, and make sure she helps Lacey take care of Monica's house!" "Yes, Master Rina! Right away!" And Heather skipped off happily to wake her older sister. Monica looked her way, nonplussed. "Does she ALWAYS have that spring in her step??" "Yup. It even gets kind of infectious after a while. I can honestly say that I've never seen her happier than after she got her iBod. EVERYTHING she does around here, she does willingly, and with a smile on her face that just won't go away. The only time you'll EVER see anything less than pure bliss on her face is when she witnesses something unjust...like...what happened to you last night... She TRULY believes I helped her...when all I did was give her a tool with which to help herself. I assure you that the Questionnaire popped up completely at random on her computer...but I'm eternally grateful that it did." "...I know you and Eve don't really want to take credit for all the dreams you made come true with that handheld morph machine, but a LOT of people owe their current lives to you, myself included. And even if this IS an alternate universe that was written 15 years ago, I'm glad to be a part of it...and hope to meet the REAL Jaye Domino soon, what, with all the resources at your disposal." "Glad you feel that way. We need to get ready, now, and some things just don't get easier, even after time." "We're...NOT going to use our iBods to change our clothes...?" "Not for this. Some things just require real fabric and manually applied makeup...and that's no short order, especially for THIS Dinner." "But, isn't this just a 'get-to-know-me' dinner?" "It's quite special. You're Number 256, and the inspiration for the iBod's most IMPORTANT function: finding more people who were as fetish- oriented as us and making their deepest desire a reality. Your house is just the STAGING area. Everyone going there will be teleported on the platform to the Other Side Resort, where I've reserved the Grand Hall. EVERY iBod user...with the obvious exceptions...has been invited, and 250-plus Users--plus a couple hundred non-iBod-using Sweete employees, naturally--in a Hall that can hold a few THOUSAND, at LEAST, should make for a fun dinner!" Monica gulped in fear. "There's...gonna be...HOW many??" "Oh, somewhere close to 500, not counting the 100-person catering staff I've hired out for, which brings it to almost 600...just to get to know YOU better!" Suddenly, Monica's legs gave out from under her and she collapsed onto the couch. "That's...a lot of pressure, Cerina..." Dominique sat down beside her comfortingly. "Don't worry, Jaye. It's not gonna be any pressure at all! Just be yourself, speak from the heart, and you should be just fine. This ISN'T a debate, after all, it's just a social dinner! You'll be around over 200 people who share your interests and are genuinely eager to meet YOU." "I...I have to SPEAK??" Monica turned in a panic to Cerina. "No one told me I'd have to SPEAK!! I'm not that good at public speaking!" Cerina sat on the other side of a fretting Monica and stroked her fiery red hair. "Trust me, you'll have NOTHING to worry about when you get there. Your words will flow as freely and effortlessly as our love...because that's one of the subtle mental adjustments the iBod makes along with the enhanced feeling of openness and acceptance that you first experienced with Samantha on the plane over here. It's quite subtle, but it's certainly helpful in overcoming any shyness you may have experienced in your original form. I haven't gotten any negative reviews about it so far, so we must've done something right when we programmed it." She looks at the watch she's put on, and speeds up a little. Right now, she's only wearing a black lace bra, black lacy thong panties, and sheer white thigh-high stockings, and she's putting on black ankle-strap 4 1/2-inch heel pumps. She dismissed Dominique and Monica to their rooms to get dressed, and they left, but Monica lingered at the door. "But...what do I wear?" "Your dress is already at the front of your closet, Monica. I think you'll be quite pleased with it." Monica went next door to her unfurnished room with its sparse bedding, and went to her closet, with her beloved new replica Medallion of Zulo hanging on the door, and opened it. And just like Cerina promised, Monica's outfit for the Dinner was hanging right in front. It was a tight full-length sleeveless black dress with side slits and a very low-cut chest area, on top of an extremely short-sleeved red peasant top with no midriff, very similar to the "gothic Lolita" look common to many school-girl and hentai animes. A Post-It note was stuck to the dress, and written on it was "This goes with Box #3. Enjoy!" Monica was thoroughly pleased with the outfit and set about looking at the top of the closet for Box #3. She found it, and opened it to find a red lace bra, red lacy thong panty, a pair of almost-shoulder-length red satin fingerless gloves, a pair of red opaque thigh-high stockings and a pair of black ankle-strap pumps like Cerina's. She smiled as she took the undergarments out, leaving the shoes for last. When she finished dressing, she put on her shoes and closed the straps. After checking herself out in the mirror, she went back to Cerina's bedroom, to find that Cerina wore almost exactly the same thing, except any trace of red was replaced by white. "Did you PLAN this, Cerina?" "Absolutely, but we're not quite finished yet. When Dominique and Melanie come back in here, we'll take care of our makeup and hair...THEN, we'll be almost finished." A wicked grin crossed Cerina's face as Monica looked back at her questioningly. "ALMOST finsihed?" "Just wait, Jaye. This dinner will also be something of an initial initiation for you into womanhood, because we'll all be wearing CORSETS on top of our dresses. It makes breathing, as well as OTHER things, quite difficult, which is why we're putting them on LAST." "Corsets?" "I do hope you've at least HEARD of them. Corsets are what give MANY women their hourglass figures...although it makes it QUITE hard to breathe and eat normally." And she let out a nervous chuckle. "Please, just this once, for me and Dom, and I won't ever ask you to wear one again unless you want to." Monica stood with her arms crossed and her hips cocked to one side. Sarcastically, she replied, "What's NOT to LIKE about shortness of breath and smaller portions of food??" She then dropped the sarcasm, and in a gentler tone, "Look, I know you're concerned for me and all, and this is only my second day as a woman...but I'm a big girl, and I CAN at least DECIDE for mySELF whether or not I'll be wearing a corset again after today. But RIGHT NOW, I'll do it for you and Dom. Speaking of...are she and Melanie ready yet?" "Of course we're ready!" Dominique and Melanie entered the room, eliciting an impressed whistle from Cerina. Dominique wore the same outfit as they did, but the black was replaced by red, and the red of Monica's outfit was replaced by the WHITE of Cerina's. Melanie's outfit was the same as Dominique's, but with the skin-tight sleeves of her white peasant top going from slightly puffy shoulder all the way down to her wrists...not that you could see them, because HER gloves, which were red (as opposed to Dominique's white gloves) and had full fingers, went over the sleeves almost all the way to the shoulders. Melanie clung to Dominique with an innocent grin like a jealous lover, and was rewarded with a firm squeeze on her butt. Dominique got a squeeze of her own in return as she laughed heartily. "Sorry it took us so long, but we were having just TOO much fun punishing Gina. I expect she'll be on her best behavior today." Cerina and Monica were both surprised, but Monica was quite a bit angrier. "You're BRINGING her?? After what she DID? Are you SERIOUS???" "Quite so, Monica. I can ASSURE you that she won't be bothering you EVER AGAIN. ...Melanie?" Melanie quickly left and returned just as quickly, holding a leash. At the end of the leash on a red studded collar, wearing the inverse of Melanie's outfit (minus the gloves), was a much more submissive Gina Vreeland, hanging her head down as she was commanded to do before she came in. Dominique took the leash and sternly pulled on it, forcing Gina a few steps forward. "You may look up at Monica, Fuck-Bitch." Gina slowly looked up at Monica with a black eye on the right side of her face, and could see the contempt in her eyes that was looking back at her, causing her to lower her head slightly to the left. Dominique yanked on the leash again, and she sadly looked back at Monica. Dominique barked at Gina again, "Fuck-Bitch, I believe you have something you wanted to SAY to Miss Jaye..." Gina looked square at Monica, and, in a quiet and submissive voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Jaye. I should never have taken advantage of you last night, and I should've taken the hint earlier yesterday. I know you may never forgive me, but I hope one day you'll find it in your heart to at least take pity on me. I now submit myself to your will, Mistress..." and she got down on both knees and lowered her head, ready to accept any punishment Monica had to give. Dominique urged Monica on, but Monica just frowned a little. "Dominique called you 'Fuck-Bitch'. Is that your name now, Gina?" Gina still had her head lowered. "That is what I am now called, yes." "Then raise your head, Fuck-Bitch." Gina raised her head, and Monica slapped her viciously on her cheek. No blood was drawn, but nevertheless, she kept her head lowered afterwards, and replied, "Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?" "No, you may not, but you may raise your head. You know, you really HURT me last night, you realize that?" "Yes I do, and I sincerely apologize once again. I only wanted to give you pleasure, and I never meant to cause you any pain...I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me..." Tears started coming from her eyes, prompting Dominique to pull on the leash again. Monica crouched so that she was face-to-face with Gina, and looked her straight in the eyes. Monica was officially all business, and traces of Jason now showed through as she grabbed Gina's face, puckering her lips painfully. "In time, I might forgive you...but how often, in ANY universe, does the victim of sexual assault get to have their attacker in a position like this? It's people like YOU that give the rest of us a bad name. And you gave yourself a PENIS to do it?? That's pretty low. I've never LIKED stories of forced feminization, because things EXACTLY like what YOU did take place TOO frequently. But it seems you DO need to be taught a lesson...so I'm leaving you like this, under Dominique and Melanie's command. You're going to be their GOOD little Fuck-Bitch and do EXACTLY as they say. I probably should have them call you 'Cushy'...but that name was already taken in a story. Now, GET UP, Fuck-Bitch!" And she smacked her again. Dominique pulled on the leash again, and Gina fell back to a seated position. She quickly adjusted herself to stand up again, and smoothed her dress, finally standing between Dominique and Melanie. Dominique turned to her sternly. "If you're a GOOD Fuck-Bitch today, you'll get to wear makeup at the next function. But 'til then, you have to wait while we put on OURS. ...Melanie?" Melanie responded immediately by taking the leash and securely tying it around a nearby post and looping it back to the collar, where she hooked it closed. Melanie sternly commanded her, "KNEEL, Fuck-Bitch." and she immediately dropped to her knees. "Now, you wait RIGHT HERE until we come out, and then we'll put your corset on." Cerina, Monica, Dominique, and Melanie all went to the large common bathroom of their bedrooms and began applying each other's makeup. Cerina and Monica applied each other's makeup, and Melanie and Dominique applied theirs. Monica's face could not lose the look of concern it had, however, and she finally spoke up. "Dominique...what EXACTLY did you do to her?" "Are you sure you REALLY want to know?" "...Yes. Please tell me." Dominique let out a heavy sigh after Melanie had paused. "Well, like I had said earlier, I knocked the bitch out with ONE PUNCH, then brought her back to my room. I strapped her in to the special harness I have, and woke her up, then used my Remote on her to take her penis RIGHT OFF...and I turned OFF the safety on the Remote, so she DEFINITELY felt it. I know Cerina heard her screams when Gina's *AHEM* 'manhood' disappeared in a MESS of ionic energy!" And she chuckled, as if at some private joke that only she got. "There was no blood, but it made her faint AGAIN. So I woke her up again and messed around with a few different buttons on the Remote. I won't bore you with the details of THAT, but I got bored and let Melanie play with her for a while with the Remote. She finished by making her our frozen mind-slave. What you see out there is our loyal little Fuck-Bitch. She retains MOST of her free will, but she's now completely UN-aggressive in her nature and will follow ANY command given by any of US, by Eve or Arianna, or by Heather's family, WITHOUT ANY HESISTATION at all. It'll make sure she stays docile and pliable. After a few months, we'll decide whether she's ready to be released from her...*ahem*...BONDAGE. Until then...she'll just be our good little Fuck-Bitch!" She smiled and Melanie continued apply her makeup. After Monica and Dominique's makeup was applied they switched and applied Cerina and Melanie's makeup. After they finished, Monica gulped as Cerina showed her her corset, a red leather corset with black satin laces. Cerina then took out four more leather corsets with satin laces, one white with black laces, one white with red laces, one red with white laces, and one red with red laces. Cerina gave Melanie the white corset with red laces, then began to tie the red-with-black lace corset around Monica as Melanie tied Dominique's. Eventually, Monica's corset was tight enough that she let out a slight gasp at the next tie. Discomfort could most definitely be seen on Monica's face as her corset got tighter and tighter. However, Dominique's face held an expression of...serene pleasure? Cerina and Melanie merely exchanged knowing smiles as Monica noticed it. "Dominique--ugh--you actually--uh--enjoy this??" "GOD, yes...but not--uhh--the bondage aspect. I love how it--ugh--slims my waist and stiffens my movements. It makes my freezeplay games--uh-- go easier when I can't move my torso." "Is THAT all?" "You'll get a taste of it--ugh--later, I guarantee it." Soon enough, Monica and Dominique were laced up, and they switched to lace up Cerina and Melanie. Cerina got the white-with-black-laces corset and Melanie got the red-with-white-laces corset. Dominique showed Monica how to start lacing, as this was her first time, then Monica started lacing and quickly got the hang of it. With short, labored breaths, she asked Cerina, "How tight do you want it?" "As tight as you can get it, and a little tighter yet, if you can." Monica and Dominique tied up the corsets, and were eventually finished. They took the remaining corset and went back into Cerina's room, where Gina was still kneeling and staring forward. She heard them walking towards her and turned to look at them with an almost-blank expression on her face. Cerina held the red-with-red-laces corset in front of her face, and her eyes followed it while her mouth betrayed a slight frown. Cerina then gave the corset to Monica, who grinned at Gina. "Stand up, Fuck-Bitch. I'm gonna put your corset on now." Gina stood up at attention while Monica put the corset on and began tying it. When it was finished, it was twice as tight as she had tied Cerina's, and Gina began struggling to breathe as her breaths became quite shallow. "If you faint, we'll wake you up, but you don't get to loosen it. Consider it part of your punishment." Monica turned to Cerina to show her her handiwork with Gina's corset, and Cerina nodded approvingly, then went to one of her drawers, at near chest level. She rummaged through it for a while, and pulled out a simple four-tiered pearl necklace choker. She handed it to Dominique, who put it on her neck, and Monica had a realization. "Do you have any chokers? The french maid outfit I had on yesterday makes me want one of those stereotypical ones. You know, the thick black ones with the big jewel in the front center..." "Ah, yes, I have a few of those..." She rummaged back through the drawer and pulled out a choker just like Monica had described. HOWEVER, rather than give it to Monica to put on, she put it on Monica's neck herself. The thick black velvety ribbon closed on the open side of the big jewel inset, and Monica's outfit was finally complete, as was Dominique's. Cerina went back into the drawer and pulled out a white collar with bowtie (like a PlayBoy bunny's) and put it on herself, then pulled out a black pearl choker similar to Dominique's and gave it to Melanie, who put it on. They looked at themselves in a nearby giant mirror, and were quite pleased with what they saw. Monica was positively BEAMING! In fact, the euphoria coupled with the tightness of her corset almost caused her to faint, and Melanie caught her as her legs were giving out from under her. With shallow relieved breaths, Monica said, "Thanks for the help, Melanie...*WHEW*...I can't believe how BEAUTIFUL I look! It's even worth the shortness of breath that this STRAITJACKET brings. I can see what you mean, Dom! This is going to make it even HARDER to go back to being plain ol' Jason..." "I'm glad you agree with me on this...but don't go making a habit of wearing one more than twice, maybe three times a week. Your ribs'll thank me in the long run for that." "I'm sure they will!" And she laughed as much as she could, considering the corset. Cerina looked at the clock and saw that they still had well over two hours to kill before they had to leave for Jason's house. "While we still have some time, let's check in on some of our friends, shall we? Dom, since you and Melanie decided to make Gina your Fuck- Bitch, she'll be YOUR responsibility for the duration of the Dinner." She unhooked Gina from herself and gave the leash to Dominique, who pulled on it rather sharply. Gina took the hint and began following her and Melanie as all five women left Cerina's room. They walked down the hall to Heather's room, and Cerina knocked on the door. It opened a crack and Veronica Richards-Hunter poked her head out slightly. When she saw Gina, she scowled, then looked at Cerina regularly. "Yes?" "Are you and Heather dressed?" "...Yes and no. By the way, Alicia brought her outfit with her, so SHE should be ready by the time you get to Jason's house." "That's good. ...What do you mean by 'Yes and no'?" "Well...Heather wanted to...blow off some steam, to put it lightly, before we all left, so she held off on putting her panties and dress on. She'll be completely ready in about half and hour, and we'll meet you all at the Resort, okay?" Cerina sighed. "I guess it can't be helped. I'm just a little nervous about this Dinner, you know?" "Don't worry about a thing, Miss Sweete! You have a crack team of professionals who are taking care of EVERYTHING, remember? I'm pretty sure Miss Jaye's more worried than you about this..." Monica chirped in, "ACTUALLY, I'm already past my biggest worry point...not to mention, I'm feeling pretty good right now, what with the shortness of breath from my corset, and the sedative you gave me last night..." "...As long as you're not all drunk, or anything. My sedative shouldn't have any adverse reactions...Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to finish my business with my wife..." She abruptly closed the door and locked it, leaving the group rather nonplussed. Monica was a little confused and asked Cerina, "Um...what're they doing in there?" "...I can put it best to say that they're just releasing tension right now, using Heather's preferred method. Right now, I would assume that Heather's currently hypno-frozen, and Veronica's pleasuring herself while trying to test the limits of just HOW DEEP that Heather's under. It's gotten to the point now where Heather won't blink for a full TWENTY MINUTES when she's frozen! Not even when Veronica tosses in some instant orgasms! They occasionally ask me to join them, and I take my own liberties in their pleasure, but DOM here likes to REALLY experiment with Heather's limits...ESPECIALLY when she tosses MELANIE into the mix." Melanie blushed and looked down bashfully. "I like playing Freeze Tag with Heather...she's FUN..." Monica stood with her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow towards Melanie. "Huh! I wonder what ELSE you find fun...?" Melanie accepted Monica's implied invitation. "I...could show you later on. That is, if you want..." "Deal." "But...um...maybe our first time could be with you as...Jason?" "...I'm sorry, Melanie, but that's something I can't do yet for quite some time. Jason's currently reserved for Cerina and Dominique..." "But what about condoms? I'll provide them!" "...I wish I could, but I'm committing myself to Cerina and Dominique first. If you really do want JASON to rock your world or something, I can assure you that once Cerina and Dominique are pregnant with my children, you'll have me-slash-him all to yourself. Is that okay with you?" "...Okay, I guess." "In the meantime, I'm sure I can find SOME way to satisfy you as MONICA. After all, I'm gonna be this way most of the time." "I guess..." Melanie turned to Dominique with a puppy dog look on her face. "Can I, Miss Dom?" Dominique had a bright smile on her face. "Of course you can, Melanie. You know I would never deny my favorite toy the pleasure that any other lover gives me!" They went to the end of the hall to Evelyn's room and Cerina knocked on the door. "Eve! Are you dressed yet?" Eve called out from inside her room, "Just about! Go on without me, I'll meet you at the house!" "You sure? We've still got a couple of hours before we have to leave!" "I'm sure! Just give me a ring when you leave!" "Okay!" They left Eve alone and went to the elevator. When it came, they went in and went down to the main floor. When they got off, they walked through the back way to the kitchen...but then Cerina thought against it (so as they wouldn't mess their dresses up) and pointed them through an alternate path. At the end of that alternate path, in the dining room, they saw Arianna in the doorway to the kitchen giving some final orders to her kitchen staff. She turned to face the group and smiled broadly when she saw their semi-matching outfits (with similar colors, naturally). "Well! I see you all got yourselves all dolled up! If you'll give me about half an hour, I'll be dressed and my staff'll be dressed as well! Your crew arrived just 5 minutes ago, so they'll take care of getting the food to the Dinner, while we finish everything up!" She caught sight of Gina, complete with collar and leash, and gave her a look of fierce disdain. "I see that they've seen fit to give you something close to a chance, not that you deserved one. What are they calling you?" Gina demurely replied, "They're calling me 'Fuck-Bitch', but Mistress Jaye considered giving me the name 'Cushy'." "Cushy! The last time I heard THAT name was while we were watching...ohhhh! I get it! Good idea, Monica! Too bad it was already taken." She turned to Cerina. "So...about that author Monica mentioned..." "We'll begin looking for this original 'Jaye Domino' from 15 years ago later this week. If our author friend hasn't moved too much, it should take less than an hour to find them using my resources. In the meantime, the transfer process for Jason DelMonico to Sweete Industries is already under way, and the phone call will be made to his boss tomorrow to notify her of the transfer. I look forward to seeing what you and your staff have to wear at the Dinner, Ari!" "Bye! Good luck! I'll see you there!" And she kissed Cerina on the cheek. The group left and Arianna went back into the kitchen. ... ... ... ... HOWEVER...as our group began to walk through the Dining Room, everything began to lose focus for a few seconds and they all felt quite dizzy. As abruptly as the distortion began, it stopped and things were clear again, but the shock was too much for Gina, and she fainted. As Melanie rushed to check her, everyone noticed that their clothes had changed, and a nearby calendar was flipped to the afternoon of the next day. Monica, Dominique, and Cerina turned to each other, quite confused, and Melanie was able to bring Gina, still collared, back to consciousness. Monica broke the silence, to no one in particular. "...What the hell just happened?" Dominique scratched her head. "I'm not sure...but I think I have an idea who would know." She turned to Cerina. "Didn't you say you were going to make that call...today?" "Yes I did. ...How odd! Somehow I remember MAKING that call this morning! Which is quite weird, because just two minutes ago was YESTERDAY, and we were on our way to the banquet!" Monica responded, "Somehow...I remember having fun and making a speech that drew a standing ovation; we sat with the Cassidys and Arianna, and we came back here for a romp in THIS room...right over THERE!" And she pointed to a very mussed-up set of couches 20 feet away. "What the hell happened?? And WHO would know, Dom?" "If memory of my childhood comics serves me right, we experienced a distortion in the space-time continuum. And since we know that our 'reality' is a creation by an author named Jaye Domino, the most logical conclusion is that the distortion was caused by something happening to Jaye. I don't seem to remember us LOOKING for Jaye Domino yet, so I guess we haven't done that yet. We should probably get to that right now then..." Cerina agreed. "Yes, we certainly should. But we need total focus for this. Dom, if you could leave Miss Fuck-Bitch in Melanie's care, we could get Eve and Sam to help us out with this." "Already done. Melanie?" "Yes, Miss Dom!" And Melanie led Gina up to their room. Monica, Cerina, and Dominique rushed to the front door, where Evelyn, Shawn, and Samantha were already waiting. Cerina: "You guys got here fast!" Eve: "Well, we felt something weird!" Dominique: "We know! It was a time-space distortion! Something happened to the author of our reality, and we need to find them QUICK!" Samantha: "But how do you know that this Jaye Domino even EXISTS in this reality?" Dominique: "...I get the feeling they wrote themself in as a security precaution. ...We should get to searching." They rushed out into the hybrid Humvee, and quickly drove to the labs...to start looking for ME. They rushed in, and headed to Cerina's office. Cerina sat at her desk and, with a few keystrokes, her screen was copied to the giant screen on a nearby wall. She began furiously typing at a few search programs, and eventually found out my true identity, and the fact that I was a man, so they could finally assign me a pronoun when referring to me. A few more searches unveiled my address at the time...and the fact that I was in a coma at a midtown New York hospital at the time from a car accident. I was in no condition at the time to tell them about the blur in their reality...but little did they know that a simple visit would change all that. But that's a story to be told in the next chapter, where things get even weirder. END CHAPTER FIVE. TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER SIX...